Lyon x Lucy with some Freed x Mirajane
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or it's characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.
A/N: So yeah... this is a bit way overdue! This is a gift fic for Dragon's Host for her birthday. Happy Belated Naming day sweetie. A bit of Lyon and Lucy fluff just for you. I will admit I had a bit of a struggle of thinking of a theme for this. But going back and re-reading some of the Xanth series by Piers Anthony ( the Amazing author who could PUN like no one else) gave me the inspiration for this.
A/N 2: This is gonna be a way-way out there in 16th dimension of space FT AU! You have been warned people read at your own risk. Cause it will be whacked out and zany... at least it is to me.
Black eyes looked over those assembled in the throne room, before landing back to the small, balding man that was kneeling before the throne. Head tilting to the side to rest on a mailed fist as those black eyes bored into the man who just seemed to stare back at him, impassive and unaffected.
"Let me get this straight, your King and Queen are seeking to cease the war that has been going on since my grandfather's time?"
The balding man gave a short nod of his head as his beady eyes remained steadfast. Hardly blinking, his breathing normal and very controlled. Speaking volumes that didn't just come with age.
"What do you think my dear Queen?"
The sound of fabric being shifted was the only sound heard before a soft feminine sigh masked it. Drawing all eyes, except for the king who continued to stare pointedly at the messenger.
"I think it is acceptable. Both of our countries and kingdoms have to be taxed to the point of poverty, Silver. And I have the perfect idea of how it can be attained."
At the words spoken by the Queen, King Silver lifted his head and looked at his wife. Wondering just what kind of idea his beautiful wife could come up with. Only to flinch slightly at the smile on her lips, as her obsidian eyes flashed in her face.
"Ur?"
A deep throaty laugh was the response as the Queen rose from her smaller throne and walked off the dais towards the small, aged man. Stopping before him and waiting till he looked up at her.
"Tell your Jude, your King that if he is willing to marry his daughter to my eldest son, then we shall be amenable to ceasing this ridiculous war. Now GO!"
Her voice echoing through the large room, cold as ice. The smile on her lips was just as cold as her voice as the man rose up and gave a deep bow before scurrying out at the dismissal.
"Ur, what do you mean by this? You know that he won't ever go for that. He has forsaken marriage as has his younger twin brother."
When she spun around to look at him, she gave a soft trilling laugh that made Silver look at her with awe on his face. Ur was a very inventive woman, a great tactician that he was proud to have at his side, considering that she was nothing but the daughter of a lowly noble. But she is the only eligible daughter of ranked birth at that time proved to be an asset his father Mard had come to respect. That and her magic was like that of the royal family, Ice.
"Never fret my King. That is already figured out." she said, looking towards their page, "Send me MiraJane immediately."
A soft hiss from Silver was heard in the following silence as the long green haired man departed the room to do as bidden. It was never good when the demoness was summoned. Her magic in subduing demons was infamous, but the woman was barely tolerable for her peculiar quirk of being a nosy busybody in the romantic department.
"Silver, we can lead a horse to water, but we cannot make it drink. But is it not impossible to entice it to want to drink the water if it is made thirsty enough."
Black eyes widening before a deep bellowing laugh came from the King making everyone in the room jump slightly. The look on the King's face said he knew what his Queen was up to and he wholeheartedly agreed. But they'd have to wait for the reply from their enemies King and Queen.
Two sets of brown eyes stared at their aging messenger when he reported what was required for a cease to the infernal war. Both having a hard time really believing it could be so simple. Their daughter was now eighteen and more than old enough to be married. Even with the war going on for the last three decades, her beauty had garnered her a lot of suitors. But all of them had been rejected by her, some even twice. Their daughter claiming that none of them drew her interest, let alone made her feel anything. Before stating bluntly that she wanted what they had, a marriage of love.
Their kingdom didn't hold to the old standards about the Royal family marrying either another royal or a ranking noble. No King Jude had fallen for a milkmaid from a local town. When she returned his affections he asked her to marry him. Of course, the smack to the face he received was a legend since he hadn't told Layla that he was the crowned prince at that time. But still she loved him just as much, and her daughter was almost an exact replica of the Queen. Just as beloved, due to her sweet, kind personality. Well except for her stubborn streak.
"Macky are you sure that this is what they want? I am sure that they have heard the rumors, even with the war going on, that our daughter won't marry."
The old man kneeling on the floor looked to Queen Layla on her small throne. Giving nothing but the barest of nods of his head that what she said was true.
"But, your highness, the same is said to be true of their eldest son. No woman can hold his attention for more than a few days at the very best. I am sure that this is not a false offer to stop the war, though."
Both Jude and Layla went silent, before looking at each other as if both had the same idea.
"Layla you write a favorable reply to King Silver and Queen Ur about accepting it. Explain the idea we both have had my dear. As for you Makarov, please send for my mage Freed."
A soft gasp was heard throughout the room at the mention of the mages name. He was a notorious man among normal folks, while other mages he was notorious for his peculiar ways and being very standoffish. On top of his pompous attire of long dress coat and cravat.
"Yes, your majesty."
Again the only sound in the room was the sound of the small, balding man leaving.
"Oh, Jude I do hope that this works. To have peace and a potentially happy daughter with the thought of grandchildren."
A soft cough and look the King gave to his wife, as both smiled softly to the other.
Silver sat on his throne, re-reading the missive he got by courier pigeon hours ago. His Queen chuckling delightedly as she penned a response. He was amazed that they had the same idea as his wife. On top of the fact that their mage or rather a notorious mage was on board with this. A small shiver ran down his spine at the thought of both MiraJane and Freed meeting in the near future to plan out this whole thing with their magic.
Closing his black eyes, Silver gave a soft cough to get his wife's attention. When the laughter ceased coming from Ur, he looked over at her, seeing her black eyes trained on him in question.
"I think we can call for our son now? Tell him that he must marry before we do this whole thing. Whether it works for ill or not."
The simple nod of her head was all that he needed before she went back to penning the last of her note. Raising a hand he waved it at his page and the young man nodded his head and was gone to summon his eldest son, Prince Lyon. Who arrived much quicker than anticipated as his wife now stood at the window sending the pigeon back to the King and Queen of Lukedonia, hoping that its King and Queen prepared for this whole thing. "Father?"
"Father?"
The quiet question from his eldest made Silver blink as he straightened himself on the throne, waiting until Ur was sitting back on her own. "You get no choice, you must marry."
"You get no choice, you must marry."
The firm set of Lyon's jaw and narrowing of his eyes spoke volumes at the command. Standing up he looked down at his son, who didn't flinch or back down.
"Lyon, you are crown Prince to this kingdom. You get no choice. Both your mother and I have spoken. You get a week to decide on one of the nobles daughters present in the castle or we choose for you."
The deep breath and hissing exhale were not missed under his keen gaze as his son bowed biting out a barely polite 'yes father' before turning and leaving before he was dismissed. Mentally groaning, Silver sat back down. "Do not worry dearest, remember that Lukedonia's own Princess Lucy is just as stubborn. I think they'd balance each other out." Reaching across space, Silver patted Ur's hand earning a soft smile from him.
"Do not worry dearest, remember that Lukedonia's own Princess Lucy is just as stubborn. I think they'd balance each other out." Reaching across space, Silver patted Ur's hand earning a soft smile from him.
Reaching across space, Silver patted Ur's hand earning a soft smile from him.
The soft chatter in the throne room came to a halt when the double wide doors were opened and the Princess strode in. A friendly smile on her lips as she looked forward at her parents. Both who looked back at her with knowing smiles of reckoning on their faces. The moment she stopped and curtsied, Jude stood up and walked till he stood before his daughter. His brown eyes looking at her almost sadly, but yet sternly. "Lucy, you have one week to decide on a person to marry from your suitors, or I will do it for you."
"Lucy, you have one week to decide on a person to marry from your suitors, or I will do it for you."
The wide-eyed look of shock, that was quickly replaced by a barely contained fury in her eyes as she spoke in a sweet tone, that masked her anger. Making him realize she was just like her mother when upset. "Father, may I inquire as to why all of a sudden you are...asking this of me?"
The soft snort from Layla back on her throne had Jude wanting to throw his hands in the air. But this little game had to be set and ready for tonight. A deal had been struck and he had signed the agreement. "Because of Lucy, you are the Princess of Lukedonia. You and you alone can produce an heir. You are more than old enough to be married. If it wasn't for the war, I would let this slide, but you can never tell what the Kingdom of Frostwithe will do next. And I will lead our men into war when we head out again."
"Because Lucy, you are the Princess of Lukedonia. You and you alone can produce an heir. You are more than old enough to be married. If it wasn't for the war, I would let this slide, but you can never tell what the Kingdom of Frostwithe will do next. And I will lead our men into war when we head out again."
The paling of Lucy's cheeks as she blanched, before bowing deeply to him. Reaching out Jude touched her sun-colored hair, feeling her stiffen. Dropping his hand from her head as she rose up, giving a small polite nod as she replied with a snide, 'as you wish your majesty', before leaving without being dismissed. The doors closing behind her.
"We are doing the right thing, Jude."
The encouragement from his amazing wife, made Jude slump his shoulders as he relaxed. Seeing his little girl so upset and at him always made him feel awful.
Chanting was heard echoing in the night's cool air, as a white-haired woman moved across the roof of the castle, just above the royal chambers. Her cloak billowing out around her. Eyes gleaming with mirth as she finished the spell and slammed her hands down on the stonework, sending her magic seeping into the mortar that holds it together to the room below. It's purple iridescence glittering in a hypnotic manner as it phased through the canopy of the bed and fell on its sleeping occupant, transporting his soul to the dream plane.
Lyon stood in what looked to be a dark round room, which he surmised was in a tower. This was a far cry from the dream he had been having. Curious he spun around to see a tall ornate bed against the far wall. Walking softly over to it, he saw that it was occupied. Wondering who it could be, he crept to the side and stopped. His breath being jerked from his lungs by force at the woman who was asleep there. Never had he seen a lady so fair of skin, with hair that looked like the sun's rays, had been spun into strands of gold. Entranced, he reached out to touch her only to stop when a movement was heard from within the room. Turning to look for its source, he saw a shadow standing in the now open window of the tower room. What was casting it was tall and humanoid, at least until it stepped into the room, the wall sconces flickering to life. Revealing a purple and black-clad demon with long green hair glaring at him. Its tail lashing back and forth as it's only visible eyes narrowed at him. It stepped forward and raised a hand at him, pointing a finger to the girl in the bed.
"You have no right. She is mine. Leave."
All his instincts warned him not to test this demon. That he was very powerful, while Lyon was without weapon and armor. But something in him said he didn't want to leave this beautiful woman to the demon. Deciding to defy it, Lyon spoke up.
"No! I won't let you have her. A woman of such caliber is not something you are worthy of a demon."
Stepping forward to make a point, Lyon froze as the demon flicked its wrist and send a black wind at him. Easily picking him and throwing him towards the wall. With a gasp just as he should of hitting the wall, Lyon awoke, sitting up straight in his bed. Sweat cold and drying to his skin. Looking at his window, seeing dawn creeping across the sky. Sliding from his bed, he made his way to his desk, where he sat down and began to draw out what he could remember of the sleeping beauty he had seen.
The night air was chilled as the faint movement in the darkness as faint purple runes glowed in the room. Eyes crinkling around the edge as the runes flared to life and vanished over the room sleeping, occupant. Who stirred, causing blond hair to shift and fall, framing a heart-shaped face relaxed in sleep. Her pink lips twitching downwards into a frown, the only indication the room's other occupant snorted in amusement.
A chill wind brought her eyes open to see she was standing on the balcony of a foreign castle. The landscape cold, almost barren, yet strangely beautiful in its own way. Raising her hands up to rub at her arms, hoping to get some warmth back into her unclad extremities, Lucy turned around. There was an open set of double doors, leading into a room. Feeling curious as to how she got here when but moments before she had fallen asleep in her own bed, Lucy knew this had to be a dream of sorts.
Always being one to figure out everything, she walked through the doors to see an ornate room, that was simple if not sparse in furnishings. Having only a simple ice blue rug, with two well-worn, but comfy chairs angled in front of the fireplace, with a small, polished cherry wood table. Towards her left seeing a small writing desk with quills, colored inks, and papers. Letting her feet move her towards it, she saw various pictures that were very well drawn. Making her wonder just where she was and who this person was.
A soft sigh drew her attention to the bed that had been at the back of the room. Quietly she padded over to it, ignoring the coldness of the stone on her bare feet. At reaching the end of the bed, Lucy felt the air freeze in her lungs at the sight of the man there. He had strong features, but somehow delicate, not making him overly masculine. His white hair with pale blue tints hanging over his forehead. Never had she seen a man that looked like him before. He was gorgeous to look at, making her wonder what color his eyes were. If they'd be dark or a pale color like his hair. Causing the need to touch him rise within in her.
Deciding that since this was a dream, most obviously, cause only her subconscious would create a man she would deem worthy of her affections and attention. Lucy hesitantly reached out to brush at the locks of hair on his forehead. Only to go very still when a golden-clad claw clamped down on her wrist, drawing her eyes up to look at who it was that stopped her. Fear rising up in the pit of her stomach at what she was seeing a woman who was buxom, clad in nothing more than a scandalous red bodysuit. Her white hair defying gravity as it stood straight up.
"You shall not touch him. He has caught my interest little girl. His talent, his handsome features will make him a fine addition to my harem."
Pausing at this demoness' words, making her look wide-eyed at him. Even with the fear still welling in her, she shook her head in defiance. There was no way that she would leave this man, whom she thought believed was innocent, in the hands of this tart. Curling her lips as she made a fist with her hands as she glared back. Body tremored as it warred within itself.
"No, a creature like you will do nothing but eat him when you get bored."
In the next instant, the room was filled with a harsh laughter before her body was picked up by an invisible for and flung away with the demonesses words rang out that she didn't get a choice.
Snapping her eyes open, as she sat up in her bed. Chest heaving with the need to get as much air into her lungs. Lucy swung her feet over the edge of the bed and practically ran to her writing desk. She had to jot down a detailed description of what the man had looked like. Not wanting to take the chance that she would miss any detail about him. As her heart fluttered fast and hard against her rib cage.
The end of the week had passed, Lyon was at his wit's end. Three times in the last week he had dreamed about the blond women two more times since the first night. Each time he had been forced from the dream by the male demon. The visits had revealed more about the girl, but not nearly enough to satisfy him. And in that time, his father had informed him that they were going to the border to talk with the neighboring Kingdom of Lukedonia about surrendering. Not that he had hope that the stubborn King Jude of the sunny lands would do just that. But as the eldest son, he had his duty to do and would be in attendance.
Choosing to keep silent and not make any conversation at all as the carriage carried them through the partially frost covered the land of their Kingdom, he couldn't help his mind wandering back to the beautiful blond that he had been dreaming about. Something told him in his gut that she wasn't just something his mind made up, but a real person. Even though that he couldn't rationalize why she would be invading his dreams at night at random. Making him choose one of the noble's daughter, not that the insipid women hadn't tried to get his attention.
Suppressing a groan at this thought, Lyon looked out the partially uncovered carriage window. Ignoring his parent's attempts to draw him into the conversation. Only picking out bits and pieces of what was going to happen. Before they finally got the hint and decided to let him be alone with his thoughts. Already they knew about the pictures he had drawn thanks to a nosy maid, who had been paid off to search his room for the daughter of a noble. That had been a fiasco that he hadn't exactly enjoyed dealing with.
As the carriage came to a rolling stop. His eyes seeing another royal carriage with the crest of the Lukedonia family on it. Letting him know that they were already in the checkpoint fortress.
Lucy paced back and forth in her small room. It had been a week since her father had told her that they had called out the King and Queen of Frostwithe. Claiming that they were going to ask them to surrender. Which was a bit of a surprise to her, since normally they were a peace-loving country, something her parents tried to exemplify no matter what. And being their only daughter and heir to the throne had to be there. To observe and learn, so she could give her own opinions. Due to her mind being very analytical and able to pick apart things and put them back together in a clear picture.
Letting out a bored sigh when a knock resounded through the room. Already knowing it was a servant at the border fortress coming to collect her for the meeting with the neighboring kingdom. She had seen the carriage for the Frostwithe Kingdom arrived a few hours earlier. But she had not paid it any mind as she had been immediately briefed from her parents on what was expected of her to do and how she was to handle herself. Which she was more than happy to have been told she could retire to her provided quarters until the meeting was going to start.
Both sets of double doors opened into the large meeting room. Both Kingdoms King and Queen entering first. Then each of them followed by their progenies. Both of which stopped when they saw the other, drawing attention to themselves. The look of disbelief on their faces as they just stared in shock. Neither sure of how it was possible that they were looking at the person that had been in the others dreams for the past week.
When a double soft chuckle broke the silence and moment, both Lyon and Lucy looked away from the other to the person behind him. There stood the mages of each Kingdom, smiling as if nothing was out of the normal. Both looking at the royal heirs, waiting for them to move into the meeting room. The smiles that graced each of their lips, a knowing look on their faces, before finally moving around the stunned youths. Giving a small tilt of their chins to the other as they made their way to stand by their respective lieges. After a few more seconds, both Lyon and Lucy made their way to stand by their parents. Soon the meeting was called to order, each laying out their conditions for surrender before a small verbal spat started. It was quelled by a loud thunderous clap and flash of bright light. Again all attention was diverted to the two Mages who were still smiling. Rather creepily for the matter. When the female mage of Frostwithe spoke up.
"I do believe that there is a rather simple matter of both Kingdoms gaining what they want."
After a brief pause before Lukedonia's own mage, Freed continued, "I agree. Both of the royal families have unwed heirs. And given our current situation, I think that would be a good proposal that will be more gain for each Kingdom. That is if all parties agree."
Silence ensued before all eyes were directed to the people in question. Who had their eyes trained on the person across from them? Each trying to assess if this was a reality or still some type of warped dream. As the moments ticked by, causing an awkward mood fall over the room.
"So, I take it that neither of you is objecting to an arranged marriage between our two countries so the war can be stopped and peace established. Princess Lucy and Prince Lyon?"
Both jumping at the mention of their name as a smile lit up their faces and they nodded in unison. Neither really objecting to the idea. Since both knew it was love at first sight, even if it all started with a dream.
~~ the end! ~~