I don't own Fairy Tail. Mashima Does.

I don't own the Pradesh Clan. Desna does (and thank you for them).

I own the Storyline. That's it.

Don't ask when I'm going to upload. I don't know. when the whim hits me, or I get enough extra written.

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It had been six weeks since that awkward morning for the Pradesh boys and two weeks since Arman and Farron had to go to Enca. The boys were still a bit curious, trying to get details, but the girls? Oh, Emzadi and Xally were over the moon at the news. The family was getting together because the dragoness could finally travel. She stood with her son on her shoulder, giving a soft chuckle as she sipped from a drink, watching the small blonde mage. One thing she did like with her mate: her drinks were never, ever hot if they were supposed to be cold.

"So.." She side-eyed Lucy as the other blonde drank from what she assumed was some sort of strawberry drink. "you and Dad?"

Lucy blinked for a moment at the question and arched an eyebrow. Her body shifted and her demeanor as firm, it was the body language of someone that had stood toe to toe with dragons and dragon slayers, "yes, why?"

The Dragoness grinned at the way the smaller mage stood and then nodded, "just checking. Hopefully you're happy."

Lucy gave a warm smile and nodded. She absently brought a hand towards her neck and then let out a huff through her nose. The temporary collar they used just wasn't good for out and about. "we are, Emi, we make each other happy. I feel…more alive than ever, still raw…still very raw, but it's getting better day by day." Her voice was soft and wistful, "And Arman is doing that for me, he started…before I even woke."

She turned as the doors opened and her eyes lit up as she saw Arman. The woman let out a small happy sound at his traditional Boscan suit and she was half skipping away from the bar, actually ducking beneath Zen, body just barely brushing against his, as the rest of the family went to greet their father and Farron. The archangel looked at the small woman, a wistful look on his face, for just a moment before he shook his head and continued towards his father. Yukino was sleeping because their son just had an amazing knack for keeping them up if he could and she refused to allow him to do anything.

Her steps were lighter and she let out a small sound as she was up on a table with the help of a sudden shadow and jumping towards Arman. Her arms curled around his shoulders and he chuckled as he caught her, spinning to lessen the impact. Her eyes were dancing as she smiled warmly before she ducked her head; kissing him firmly and letting out a low mewl, murmuring into his lips, "welcome home, Mzazi."

There were quite a few cheers as the man's hands went to hold the woman up against him, one hand on her ass, the other supporting one of the legs she'd curled around his hips. He gave her a light swat as she pulled away from the kiss, taking deep breaths as her eyes danced. He could still see they had a road ahead of them, but they would work through it, he had faith that they would, she threw herself fully into their commitment to one another and kept nothing from him. He let her go as he felt her squirming.

As she slid down his body, he chuckled and let her feet land on the floor, then snorted as she had a box in her hand, the woman truly knew how to frisk him down for things without him truly realizing it. She gently shook it, arching an eyebrow at the dull thunk from inside before opening it. She blinked at the choker inside. It was beautifully done, hammered gold and silver, the gemstones matching the ones Arman had on his jewelry and she looked at him with sharp eyes.

The Family had seen this before, since they started their relationship, sometimes it was like they didn't need to talk to one another. Their souls, as Bickslow said, reached out to one another and they talked that way. He assured them it was fine, it was simply a deeper connection, one that was almost akin to Lucy and her spirits.

Lucy arched an eyebrow at Arman and the man gave her a small little smirk and shrugged a bit. Her eyes narrowed a bit as if taking him in for a moment and she let out a small sound as her lips pursed, a slightly questioning look on her face. The man just arched an eyebrow as he tilted his head, giving her a small shrug as he watched her run a finger over the piece of jewelry and grinned broadly when her shoulders sunk a bit, almost like she'd lost an argument.

"Yes, I'll be your Promised," Lucy said as she stood there, smiling as she took the choker out and then put it around her neck, seeing 'Little Lovely One' ornately carved into the metal. She then let out a laugh as she was swept up into a toe curling kiss. She still had plenty of healing to do, but each day, little bit by little bit, he was helping her, through normal means, through their play, through reading, understanding, through patience and acceptance.

Vander waited until she was put down and grabbed her, spinning her so she was facing him and then curling around her and whining, head resting on her chest as he gave her the biggest innocent face he could muster, "moooooooom, Kaleb's being meaaaaaaaaan to meeeeeeeeee."

Everyone laughed at the drawn out words, the blonde woman gently patting his head, just like an indulgent mother, "There there, skŭpa, there there." Her eyes cut to Kaleb and she arched an eyebrow, "I'll have a talk with him later." Her eyes danced and the guildmaster let out a laugh, shaking his head. "seriously though, skŭpa, I'd like to go celebrate…privately with your father about being Promised."

Vander let out a dramatic sniff as he looked up at Lucy, "but…but.." they both dissolved into laughter and the shadowquip purred, "have fun, make sure everyone can hear it?"

"You little shadow-shit," She laughed though as she was pushed into Arman, leaning against him and smiling warmly. There was a brightness behind it, her eyes still held shadows, but they were slowly being driven away, with each bit of her soul that he was able to heal, she was becoming whole again…and Arman was just a bit worried about what trouble might come for his Little One, however, he knew she could take care of herself and had plenty of people to be there, standing at her side, if things got really bad.

Though…the next leg of their journey wouldn't start until eight months later, when the newest Pradesh arrived. She arrived with little wing markings…that looked more like they were made of keys than feathers. They named her Layla Ryūki Pradesh, after her mother, his lost friend…and the dragons that lead to them coming into the relationship they were in, The dragons that saved Vander. The argument with the Spirit King was epic before the birth…but well, another story…another time…another soul healed, another soul found, another soul lost…

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aaaaaaaand…that's it. *clicks tongue* 58 pages in Word for the story itself, quite the up and down…

I enjoyed the story, while you the readers were reading, it was just the same as me as I let the story go. That's not to say this is "Done", this is what I call the "Soft End". We all know there's plenty that was left out. Some steamy scenes that I'm sure you all want to see. I will get around to it, but to me…the main brunt of the story, the high emotions, the low emotions, those matter most.

This is where I look to you, dear readers and go "what do you want to know about what was left out?"

This does not mean I'm done with this AU-verse. I've gotten...the biggest formative things out of the way. we all know I've got plenty to finish. there's plenty left...unsaid or hinted at. These little stories will come...but I've...set Lucy on the path to recovery, which is what I personally, as a main storyline wanted to leave everyone with. Happy, HEALING but not there yet with a long road ahead of her and a wonderful, patient man at her side.