Pure White and Golden Yellow
Title: Double the trouble, double the fun
Author: XxCherryXJellyxX
Characters/Pairings: Lucy Heartfilia, Laxus Dreyar (LaLu)
Genre: Humour, Romance
Word Count: 2173 words
Theme: LaLu week Prompt, Wedding
Rating: T (For strong language)
Disclaimer: Do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does!
Summary: She had always wanted to get married as a young girl, the idea of being clad in pure white standing next to your 'one and only', it had always excited her. But as she sat, watching some distant family exchange their vows with a forced smile and a fake tear in their eye, she vowed to never get married in her situation. Too bad for her that she was sitting next to a handsome jerk at the dinner party. [Modern AU]
"Do you, Watanabe Kumiko, take Sakamoto Hatsuharu as your lawfully wedded husband?"
The priest smiled brightly as Kumiko, a beautiful young girl with dazzling green eyes and long brown hair, held hands with her soon to be husband. Her husband, Hatsuharu, in return smiled serenely, glancing towards his family in the front row now and then. The bridesmaids were already in tears, just like most women in the large four hundred-heads crowd. The church they were marrying was just as spectacular as the dress Kumiko was wearing, embroidered with a thousand flowers and hundreds of small shining jewels.
Too bad for them that Lucy Heartfilia saw right through their pitiful act.
"Geez, how long is it going to take?" she mumbled to herself as she started picking at the coral pink nail vanish.
"Lucy-sama, please be at ease. It is your father's uncle's granddaughter's wedding after all, you should be happy for your family," Loke, Lucy's personal body guard, answered with a small reassuring smile.
She scoffed lightly and sunk further into her seat. "She's hardly family, I doubt she even has any blood connections to me anyway, not to mention she's stuck up and she's only marrying that man to please her family's greedy wishes," she retorted and gave the woman who was trying to shush her a dirty frown.
"Well, some daughters listen to their family's wishes," Loke countered with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Lucy almost shot out of her chair to give Loke a verbal beating, but instead only tried to hit him with her elbow. "You do know that if I did agree to marry that Duke that you would not be my bodyguard anymore. That Duke hated you and you know that! I wouldn't be surprised if he would have kicked you out onto the streets if I had agreed to his marriage proposal."
Her venom coated, hissed words seemed to shut Loke up, seeing that he flinched and turned back to the ceremony with a slight pout. A small amount of satisfaction made her smirk, but that disappeared when she turned back around and was met with her father's death glare. Her complexion paled and her mind reverted back to the role of the perfect daughter, years of manners drilled into her head kicking in. Next to her Loke gave her knee a gentle, reassuring pet on the knee.
"I hate weddings," Lucy mumbled lastly before completely shutting up due to the woman in front of her shushing her for the third time.
"Loke, you may leave for now," Jude spoke in a no-nonsense tone and gave the man a stern look.
Loke stilled slightly, "B-But Heartfilia-san, are you sure? It might well be that there is an attack on the ceremony! You never know and you are not even at the same table as your daughter," he hastily said and tried to not scoff at the lack of care his employer seemed to have for his daughter.
Jude shook his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. "The security here is fine, besides Lucy will want to leave, and if you are here you will drive her back home. Now leave, or consider yourself fired."
Loke swallowed his arguments and obediently nodded his head. After sparing Lucy one sympathetic glance, he left through the grand doors of the reception hall. Lucy was left staring at his retreating form from a table all the way in the back of the room where all the unimportant and child guests were seated. She could only huff in annoyance when her father gave a single warning look, telling her to not try any funny business, before she was left alone at the table while her father was seated at the front with all the important businessmen.
"I can't believe that sad excuse of a father!" she half-hissed to herself and defiantly crossed her arms over her ample chest.
A small, deep chuckle that was suddenly echoed next to her made her turn around at the speed of light. She almost fell backwards as she shot back in her seat when she came to a very close eye-to-eye with a handsome man. His dark orange eyes –his right eye having an odd scar she remarked- were narrowed slightly and his mouth was set in a cocky smirk, as he leaned his defined chin on his open palm.
"Are you having daddy issues too?" he asked her, sly mirth dancing through his eyes.
She snapped from her mental state when the words formed in her mind and a small colour spread over her face. "What? Daddy issues?" she –rather lamely- repeated.
He chuckled again and nodded his head as he leaned closer, which she returned by leaning back even more. "Yes, you were mumbling about your father, or as you said 'that sad excuse for a father' if I recall correctly."
She narrowed her eyes and frowned at his overly cocky expression. "I believe those are my personal issues, which means you have nothing to do with them thank you very much," she said, a little more snobby than she had meant, and turned to look at the newlywed couple walking in.
"Then you shouldn't say it out loud, I can't help hearing something that is loudly said next to me," he retorted and too turned to couple, who were trying their hardest to smile genuinely, but kept his gaze on her from the corner of his eye. "You can see that their fake too," he voiced after again after a moment of silence.
At that she turned to him, "What are talking about?"
He scoffed, "Don't play ignorant blondie, I heard you at the ceremony. I have to say I'm impressed though, while it seems bluntly obvious to me, not many people see through the picture perfect scene," he explained and idly stirred his alcoholic drink. "So, like I said, you don't have to play ignorant. Our fathers are not here, just you and me."
She didn't know what it was about this devilishly handsome man, but he annoyed her to extent. The way his eyes seemed to go right through her and read her like an open book, but when she tried to find what was playing in those blazing pools, she seemed to be lost. And she hated being lost, and she hated not knowing what people were thinking about, because she always knew what people were thinking about.
"If you keep staring like that I might just think you are in love with me blondie," he said with a full blown grin and tapped his calloused finger against her nose.
Her eyes widened at his touch and she jumped up from her chair, oh she was almost fuming now. "Listing you self-centred prick, first of all: you're blonde too! Second of all: I will most definitely fall in love with an arrogant bastard, and third: You look like a sixty year old man!" she hissed and leaned forward to make sure the words penetrated his thick skull.
The last one came out like word puke, because, as shameful as it was, she couldn't seem to think of anything else when he looked up at her from his seat with such intense eyes. And she felt like an idiot for being so tongue tied around him. And worse, he knew she felt like that around him by the way a colour spread mercilessly over her cheeks and her breathing stocked ever so slightly.
"Colourful words for such a pristine girl," was all he said as he took a swig of his drink.
Her jaw clenched as she sat back down on her chair like an angry four year old. "Shut up you big ape." Again, word puke.
She refused to look at him for the remainder of the long reception. Instead she tried to seem very interested in the extravagant dish that was presented in front of her. Braised pork loin, highly amazing. A cheese soufflé, oh my god! Homemade Pasta With Truffles And Parm, she wondered if there was a complex book made to explain all of these overpriced ingredients. And all while next to her, that infuriating –of which she did not know the name she noted- kept on chuckling and watching her.
Two hours in she finally snapped, "Could you not!" she almost shouted as she turned around to face him with a large glare on her face. He merely raised a brow. "Could you stop staring at me!" she alliterated
"Don't flatter yourself, if you want me to ask you on a date, you can tell me you know. You seem pretty enough."
She felt her fingers curl and her arm raise without thinking. In a flash she was up on her feet and she would not be surprised if her face was coloured red in anger. She felt her bare knuckles hit his cheek bone, pain spreading from her hand the moment they made contact, and then the sound of glass shattering that registered in her mind. An infuriated shriek left her lips and pointed her hurting finger towards her victim.
"You have to be the most infuriating, arrogant, idiotic, stupid, egotistic, self-centred, most full of himself person I have ever met! Did I mention you were an idiot? I have had it up to here with you, you have been teasing and mocking me the entire time and I can't stand people like you! I was already grumpy, but you have made me straight up pissed! I have another reason on my list not to marry and it's because of you! Men are jerks!" she shouted enraged, while he in sat shocked with his hand on his cheek. "Oh, and you're an idiot!"
And with that last shouted sentence she stormed away from her table, all eyes in the room following her retreating form. The victim of her shouting match sat dead still on his chair until she shock finally wore off a bit. The smirk that had made her so angry in the first place was back on his face as he stood up.
"I like girls with a little spitfire," he mumbled to himself. "Just you wait blondie! One day you'll be staring dreamily in my eyes, just waiting for me to kiss you!" he shouted just before she could leave.
"You're an idiot!" was the last thing she shouted before completely disappearing.
She felt slightly dizzy, the colours pure white and golden yellow dancing like light fragments in the corners of her eyes. She forced her vision to focus on the man in front her, a large smile forming on her face. He himself was smirking, but not his old smirk. It was a smirk filled with happiness, glee, and pride. A mixture that couldn't have described him any better.
She sighed, "After all your change, after all the years, you're still an idiot," she whispered with a slight giggle.
He chuckled and gently brushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Well, too bad for you, because I'm your idiot….forever!" he whispered back as the stupidest grin she had ever seen lit up his face and he proudly showed the golden ring on his ring finger.
She couldn't help the laugh from bubbling up her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you Laxus."
"I love you too Lucy."
The crowd around them erupted in excited cheers as their lips made contact and an organ started blaring the wedding anthem in the background.
*Backflips into the sun due to cheesiness*
Second day of Lalu week and having a rather failed day due to oversleeping and therefor not making it to my test. Oeps... I can resit it so it's fine I guess.
Now I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and if you did, don't be afraid to drop a review or a follow/fave :3~!
Also, trigger warning for next chapter, I suck at writing lemons (pun intended).