Author's Notes:

Happy Reading!

Disclaimer: No ownership on Fairy Tail just my simple imagination

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His Mistress

I never thought I would be in this position.

I was his best friend throughout our lives.

We grew up together as an inseparable pair.

Our parents were good friends, so it was inevitable that we would be too.

We went to the same schools, from Kindergarten to High School.

Trust me, when he told me had a girlfriend I was quite shocked. I didn't even know he was even dating.

When he told me the news, I ignored the small pain in my chest. I brushed it off as me being jealous that I couldn't land a good boyfriend to show off even though I started dating before him.

When I met her, I was intrigued. She was beautiful, innocent and too pure for my best friend. But me being the non-judgmental friend, I acknowledged their relationship.

However, over the months that they were dating I began to grow irritated.

Was I wrong? Maybe…

Over the months, my relationship with his girlfriend felt like a psychologist would feel with a patient.

She would constantly come to me asking me for advice about him.

Being the kind person that I was, I helped her.

Why, because I love seeing my best friend happy, and she was his happiness.

But on the downside it began to get annoying. Everything she would ask me was to keep him happy. I mean is that not her job? Nevertheless, I would kindly and willingly give her the advice, because I did know him best.

When he was sad, angry or stressed from school or work and she wouldn't know how to approach him, she would be so quick to call me to ask how to handle him. I would look at the phone desperately wanting to hang up on her but being that kindness was becoming my worst enemy, I gave in.

This would go on for months that they were dating to years, and I never said no to her once.

She started to call me her good friend for showing her such kindness.

Yeah right…

Therefore, kindness became my mortal enemy when he showed up at my front door.

I looked at him confused as to why he looked so anxious.

I invited him in and we chatted throughout the day to night. I was skeptical on how I should approach him on his anxiousness, but I waited it out. I didn't want to force him into saying something he wasn't comfortable with.

Of course I knew this because I was his best friend.

However, I wish I never waited to hear what he had to say.

"I'm going to propose to her, on our two year anniversary."

I raised an eyebrow at his declaration. The pain came back. Like before, I ignored it treating it like jealously.

"Why?"

"She knows me so well. She never nags me and pressures me into things I'm not comfortable with. She's also patient with me. Did I mention she's a great cook?"

I knew this already because it's the same advice that I've been giving her over the years. I would tell her never to stress him with her own desires unless it is the most importance. I showed and taught her all things necessary to keep him happy. Even through his never ending stomach. Because, I knew him the best of course.

Then again, I smiled and nodded like the fool I've become over the years since they dated.

He left my house that night after I told him to make his proposal romantic so she'll feel extra for all her hard work. I mean she deserves it.

When he left, the pain intensified. I grabbed my chest and slowly let out a breath.

Why have I started to feel jealous of my best friend? I mean I was supposed to get married first. Right?

A few weeks later, I sat in the pew of a church staring at my best friend marry the love of his life.

Don't ask why I wasn't a part of the wedding.

I just refuse to be his best man as a female… too weird. I also only plan on being in two weddings any way, my own and my other best friend Levy's. Still waiting on her to marry her 'metal head' boyfriend. I mean they've been together since sophomore year of high school. That's far longer than these two getting married now.

As I sat in the pew, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh loose. Just hearing her vows made me irritated.

"I promise to be there as your wife, best friend and confidant..." blah blah blah

I mean he only needs one best friend, and that's me.

Levy; who sat next to me, nudged me.

What? My face read when I turned to her.

"Stop looking so miserable. If you would have stopped acting all high and mighty, then that would have been you up there instead of her." Levy whispered to me.

I chuckled at her dry joke, but deep… really deep inside of me, I knew she was right.

When the pastor announced them as husband and wife, I knew there was no turning back from this feeling I had.

During the reception, before I could talk to the couple my father came up to me and asked me about something business related. I was about to graduate soon, so it was expectant that he had concerns about my future. I told him I would think about his offer.

After our small chat, I went up to the two newlyweds and congratulated them like the good person I was.

He thanked me smiling his toothy grin that I grew up enjoying… loving.

She smiled at me too, her eyes giving me small thanks for making her land a great guy.

I smiled at her as a welcome feeling that new unbearable pain resurface again.

I choose to leave my wedding present for them with Levy and left the reception.

I also left that town accepting my father's proposal.

I didn't turn back or made any contact to all my friends that I left behind.

I'd changed my number so I wouldn't hear about his happy life with his beautiful, innocent, and pure wife.

A few; 3, years later when I decided to come back, I was shocked to see the amount of changes.

I went to his home to visit but his neighbor told me he had moved. Finding out their new address along with a number, I drove there and gave a small smile.

He was outside his front lawn talking to his wife. She looked to have gained some weight, so I figured she was pregnant. Not wanting to disturb them, I shot him a quick text letting him know I was back in town for good of course. I was taking over my father's local business and hopefully we could catch up.

Not too long after that, he was in my office.

From the time I last time saw him during his wedding reception to now, made my heart drop and race at the same time.

He changed… so much.

His muscled tan skin glowed with sweat, and his dark eyes complimented his facial features.

He was handsome, strong and livid.

I understood why. I did up and leave without a goodbye.

We caught up in my office. I told him about my move and what a great experience itI was, but missing my hometown was why I came back.

He was happy at my growth and he didn't ask me why I moved.

Good thing because I didn't want to explain to him.

He told me he was trying to have a baby with his wife, but lately the stress of their marriage was getting in the way.

I took that as a shock.

He had seen it in my face.

He explained to me that since they got married she changed. She wasn't acting the same.

I felt pride in myself. I mean she needed me to keep him happy obviously. But I'm not the one to gloat.

I asked him if there's anything he needed me to do.

"Stay and never leave me again."

I was confused, but I smiled. Because, I'm his best friend.

After that day, we would meet up and hang out like old times.

It became a routine.

I was the new President of father's company.

He was the Fire Chief of the local fire department.

But we always found time to hang out.

However, one of our hang outs went too far causing us; mainly me, to slip up.

I had too much to drink and he drove me home. When he carried me inside my home, I was giggling like a mad woman. I would blow in his ear and make kissing sounds. He'd laid me down in my bed as he removed most of my clothing to make me comfortable. He left me to get me a glass of water. Returning, he sat me up to drink it but I refused to. I wanted something in return if I did.

"How about you not having a hangover in the morning."

I laughed at his humorless joke.

"I want a good night kiss, then I'll drink." The puzzlement on his face was amusing. I always loved teasing him.

"Okay." Hearing his soft reply, I grabbed the glass of water and drank it whole heartedly.

When he placed the empty glass on my night stand, his hand lingered there. I knew from the way he paused that he was thinking. He turned to me and leaned forward. Brushing my hair behind my ear, he leaned closer and kissed me on my cheek.

He moved away and laid me back down, but I pushed him away.

"No. I want a real kiss." I grumbled. I saw the conflicting emotions in his eyes but I didn't care. The alcohol in my system made me bold. It also made me want to know if those harboring feelings were still there. Not wanting him to refuse me flat out, I took the incentive and grabbed his face. I placed my needy lips on his. I breathed him in as I tilted my head to the side. The strong scent of fire wood and wilderness invaded my nose.

I wanted more of him, so I pushed my tongue passed his lips and tasted him while running my hands through his hair. I don't know how long we; mainly I, kissed for but he responded greedily after I came up for air. He kissed me and I knew we weren't going to turn back.

That night, I gave myself to him willingly.

I am a virgin and I didn't want to trap him like that but it just happened that way.

He wasn't mad when he entered me, but he was shock to feel my hymen tear.

If he wasn't mad, why would I?

He carried on making love to me. He made me moan and cry out his name when he gave me multiple toe curling orgasms.

I whispered how much I missed him, and he responded by going deeper in me.

We made love all through the night and I didn't regret it. And the way he slowly got dressed the next morning; not wanting to leave, I knew he didn't regret it either.

We never called it a mistake because it felt too natural.

After that night, we never stopped. For weeks, I continued to give myself to him and he kept taking.

In my house, my office, his office, in his car, and in my car. We never stopped.

But everything always comes to end.

I never thought I would run into her… ever.

What was more shocking was that she didn't know I was back in town.

She smiled and talked to me in the supermarket. She told me how she was happy and she was trying to get pregnant, but no luck. She then smiled sadly and told me how she hasn't been talking to her husband lately. He would come home late and go straight to sleep. I knew why he came home late. I kept him at my house to the late night hours by making love.

She continued to talk to me and I listened, responding when necessary. I felt horrible talking to her. So horrible in fact, I threw up in the supermarket.

Embarrassed I tried to run away, but she stopped me when she saw me staggering. She brought me to the hospital.

I wish she hadn't. It was at the hospital that I found out I was pregnant.

She smiled at me congratulating me.

I cried. Why? I didn't know.

She asked me if I knew who the father was. I didn't answer her. Instead, I asked her to take me back to the supermarket to get my car.

She obliged and we drove in silence.

When we arrived I got out of the car, but not before she asked me a question.

"Are you going to keep it?"

How could I answer that when I knew for a fact that she's been trying so hard to get pregnant? If I said no, it would be a slap to the face, but saying yes and keeping it would be far worst.

"I don't know yet." I responded.

I arrived home and sat in silence not turning on any lights.

That night it rained, and he didn't come.

And I knew exactly why.

I knew he won't contact or see me for a while, and I accepted that.

I did ruin his life in secret.

A couple of weeks had past; I sat in my office going over paper work when he showed up unannounced.

The look in his eyes spoke volumes and I was too ashamed to acknowledge it.

He took me hard; for the first time, across my desk and I accepted it because we were both angry for slipping up.

And we slipped further.

She came in when we both reached our peaks.

"Oh my God!"

We both turned to the door seeing her.

He quickly came off me pulling up his pants and I tried to cover myself.

The tears left her eyes.

She walked up to me and slapped me.

"I thought you were my friend. How could you!" she screamed at me. She pulled my hair and shoved me to the floor. He grabbed her before she harmed me further.

I didn't blame her for being angry, but I was angry too. So I told her the truth because I had nothing to lose.

"He was mine first and you took him from me!" Tears fell from my eyes. "I tried to be happy for the both of you. I really… tried but I was so lonely." I choked out. "I left because I didn't want to face it, but I came back anyway." He stared at me as I confessed my heart break. "I loved him more than you could ever. I love him so much I left so he could be happy with you. But I can't… I can't keep running away." I sobbed. "I didn't want to take him from you, but I just wanted a taste of what I could have had. But I got too greedy wanting more than a piece but all of him." Breaking down, I apologized. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't you dare apologize to me you lonely bitch!" She ran out and he followed.

I cried because I knew he would.

Because I; Lucy Heartfilia, is just his; Nastu Dragneel's best friend, while she; Lisanna Strauss now Dragneel is his lifelong companion.

She's a wife.

I'm a home-wrecker.

She's his everything.

And I'm just His Mistress.

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Author's Notes:

I woke up this morning and thought of this.

I wasn't sure who I was going to use for this story but Natsu, Lucy and Lisanna came to mind.

Now I'm not trying to make Lucy out to be the bad guy. No one is in this story; she's just facing the music of the one that got away.

Hopefully you liked it.

Next is Natsu's POV.