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"Gramps it's been good so far, we've had dinner every night this week." Lucy said as she applied her lip gloss. She was putting on the finishing touches after Cancer had done her hair and makeup. The dress she had on tonight was exquisite and she wondered a bit about how Gramps knew how to pick out a perfect one. The red velvet gown molded to her frame like second skin and showed off just enough of her assets without being too risqué. She hoped Serena would like it.

Tonight, was the Yuletide Ball and despite anything she thought in the beginning she was looking forward to it. The more she got to know the dramatic Wizard Saint the more she liked him. Legitimately liked him. Enough to where she wanted to test the waters with a relationship after the Ball. Lucy stepped out of the light grey marble and gold trimmed bathroom, smoothing down a wayward wrinkle around her hips.

Gramps let out a whistle as he stood there in his formal white and blue Wizard Saint attire. It surprised Lucy that he wasn't in a tuxedo but at the same time it made sense he'd wear the formal outfit. He gave her a smile, "that's good. What is he like?"

Lucy blushed a little as her mind went straight to some of their heated kisses and flirtations. "When he dials it back, he's amazing. Smart, funny and did you know he wanted to be an actor when he was a kid?" She grabbed her white fox fur wrap from the plush chair and draped it over her arm before grabbing her golden scale clutch.

Gramps shook his head and tilted his head, "has he talked about his powers at all?"

She froze mid-movement and looked at him, he looked pensive with his lips pursed and brows knit together. Lucy shook her head, "it hasn't come up in conversation. Is that something you want me to find out?"

"If possible," he walked towards her and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle reassuring pat, "just be careful."

"I don't think he'd hurt me."

"How do you know?" Asked Gramps as they started heading for the door.

Lucy shrugged, "it's a hunch." She stopped and put a hand on his bald smooth head. "Gramps, what aren't you telling me? If you think he has telepathy, so far he hasn't shown that power." She was certain of that because many times he would ask her what she was thinking. Then she also reminded herself that they were still just learning each other and if the roles reversed, she wouldn't show off such a power right away.

"We know he's dangerous. As you've been with him, I started researching more about his past. If something happens, just run Lucy, run as far, and as a fast as you can." The look in his eyes had Lucy swallowing hard as she gave him a jerky nod.

"I promise," she replied.

"Good, come on brat, let's go cut a rug!" he said, his mood lifting quite a bit as she opened the door and they left her suite.

The trip to the Magic Council Headquarters via taxi was quiet as Gramps kept looking out the window. Lucy wasn't certain if he was just processing information or trying to steel his thoughts against any kind of mental attack. She tried to not take the silence personally, instead opting to focus on having a wonderful night with Serena. She wondered if he would be in the same formal clothing but knowing him, he'd be in something decadent.

As the black taxi approached the newly reconstructed Magic Council Headquarters, she saw Gramps lean forward. "Drop us off here." Lucy was perplexed and not certain if she wanted to walk almost a block in her stiletto heels.

The young driver gave a chipper confirmation and pulled over. Gramps handed him some Jewels and they departed the warm cab. Lucy put her wrap over her shoulders. Though Era didn't usually have snow, the wind still had a chill to it. He took her hand and Lucy leaned over, "Gramps?"

She noticed his eyes went straight for cleavage as he turned red and then looked up at her, she smiled at him. At this point she was used to his perverted moments. "Lucy, something to know. After Tartaros, the Council is considering disbanding Fairy Tail."

Lucy put her hand to her mouth in disbelief before she shook her head, "no. Why? We saved magic. We stopped Mard Geer." What did I give up Aquarius for?

"Too much damage and they think Fairy Tail attracts these bigger monsters. I need…" his voice trailed off.

"I'll talk to Serena. It's my home too."

He took her hand with his knobby one and pressed a dry kiss to it. "Sorry Lucy, I know this isn't fair."

"Let's just get through the Ball first, it'll work out." She said with a smile, trying to throw as much warmth and heart behind it as she could muster. It didn't feel like much, but it was what she had. The mismatched pair started walking towards the massive white castle like structure, decorated in lights and poinsettias.

Lucy could feel her heart pound in her chest with every passing step. The crowd before the place was filled with onlookers and press as high-ranking elites and mages from all over Fiore showed up in their finest. Gramps pointed to a side entrance and they slipped through a narrow passage in the hedges towards it. She was grateful to not have the attention.

"There's a powder room to the right, you can freshen up and warm up a little before we hit the main ballroom."

"Thanks Gramps," she said, delighted in his thoughtfulness.

They entered through the side entrance and Lucy looked around the quiet hallway. The inside of the Magic Council Headquarters was not what she expected. The flooring was a beautiful golden stone with brown fissures and no seems between any kind of tile. Ceiling was vaulted with ornate crystal chandeliers evenly spaced down the length. Pieces of art ate up beige walls between floor length windows framed in thick burgundy curtains. She let out a soft whistle as Gramps pointed to the door for the powder room.

Lucy stepped in and looked around the space, going over to the large illuminated mirror on the left wall. She set her wrap on a gold and red chair as she opened her clutch to grab her lipstick. As she looked in the mirror she smiled as her nerves started to ratchet up in preparation for seeing Serena again. As she played with her hair, she gave herself a little wink before grabbing her things and stepping out.

"Alright Gra…" she was cut off when she saw Serena standing next to Gramps.

"Lucy," he said as he walked towards to her with his usual grace. He was not in his Wizard Saint attire but instead in a beautiful blue-black tuxedo. The material had a slight shimmer in the light and molded to his beautiful frame, as only a handcrafted suit would do. His hair was down and slightly waved, as if he came off the beach and straight to the party. The only holiday decoration was a small poinsettia boutonniere with a golden ribbon.

"Serena," she said with a smile, "you look beautiful."

He flashed her a grin and then spun around before clapping his hands in the air, much like Tango dancers do. Lucy laughed as he took her hand and kissed it. "And you're gorgeous."

The world could have lit on fire and the apocalypse could have happened for all Lucy knew as she got lost in his blue eyes. They stepped closer to each other and her heart thundered a little more.

"Ahem," Gramps coughed, and Lucy blinked before she nibbled her lip and gave him a sheepish glance. "Okay, have fun kids. Gotta go spike the punch."

"Misbehave Gramps." Lucy laughed as the old man turned around and gave her the backwards 'L' salute, which she returned.

She felt Serena's arm wrap around her waist as his lips ghosted over the side of her neck. "Do you want to attend an event with a bunch of drunken fools or see my bed?" His voice was husky, almost needy before he lightly licked her neck, tasting her.

She turned and looked at him, "if we do that. How will you show off to everyone just how wonderful you are?"

Serena stood up and grinned at her, "alright, one hour of showing off and then," his gaze turned predatory, "the real performance will begin." He held out his arm and Lucy took it.

"How did you find me?" she asked, and he laughed before pointing to his nose.

"You forget, I'm a dragon slayer."

She felt a bit of blush rise up on her cheeks, "you're right. Despite all our dates this week, I've noticed that you don't really talk about more about yourself or abilities."

"Well, a certain lady," he kissed her cheek, "I am very fond of. Has this habit of laughing at me when I talk about my titles."

"You have to admit it's quite the mouthful. It also doesn't tell me anything really."

"Hmmm, my lady are you trying to get info from me?" he inquired as they came around a corner.

Lucy stopped and put her hand over his, "Serena, I think it's only fitting I know everything."

He arched a brow, "is it?" She stood there as he grinned at her, "you're blushing. Oh, it's cute when it hits your ears."

She playfully smacked him with her golden clutch, "it happens when I'm around someone I like." Serena moved with speed as he cupped her cheeks and planted a kiss on her. Lucy didn't care who was watching as their kiss turned passionate, losing all sense of reality while enjoying his warmth and taste.

Serena pulled back, "I like you too."

"Oh," she chuckled, "I couldn't tell." Before anything else could happen, he swept her up and threw her over his shoulder. Lucy let out a squeal as she looked down at the red and gold holiday carpet runners, that were flying by. His hand was on the back of her thighs and she realized that her fur wrap was dropped in the process. She hoped she would get it back later, luckily her clutch had a handy wrist strap on it, so she had her keys.

"Serena!" she squealed.

"That is my name."

"Put me down. What about the party?"

He stopped, his hand ran up the back of her thigh before patting the curve of her ass. "Change of plans. Apparently, my girlfriend can't tell I like her. This is a tragedy!" Lucy felt him give her hip a soft bite before he shifted his movement and kicked open a door.

He set her down and spun to close the door, Lucy opened her mouth to say something, but she was too slow. Serena slammed the door shut and resumed his kisses upon her before she could even breathe a syllable. As they kissed Lucy started walking backwards as he led her towards what she assumed was the bed.

Serena snapped his fingers and pulled back from her, as she opened her eyes Lucy was stunned. His room was covered in candles and rose petals, adding a romantic glow over the space. The room was large with beautiful pieces of antique wooden furniture and calming blue grey walls. The bed was larger than standard, dressed up in deep blue and with a large white leather headboard. She noticed a small round table with champagne in a black ice bucket and crystal flutes beside it.

"Serena…"

He slid off his jacket as he came closer to her, "all for you. My lady." Serena touched her cheek, "I've wanted you since the first kiss. You know my feelings."

There was more than just hunger in his eyes, beyond desperation it was a look of prayer. Lucy had never seen such a look out of someone, he kissed her hand and put a hand to her waist. She looked up at him, "then, what are we waiting for?"

He flashed her a grin before they embraced, hands running all over each other. She yanked on his bowtie as he pulled on the zipper in the back of her dress. Their lips still managing contact, until he stepped back as she pulled apart his shirt, buttons flying everywhere.

Serena stripped out of the shirt as she pushed down her dress, letting it pool around her feet. "So lovely," he purred as she stood there in her black lace bra, panties and garters.

Lucy admired his chiseled form in the light, the lines of his cut torso inviting her to explore them with her fingers or tongue. For a moment she had to reconsider the idea of calling him God, as the candlelight bounced off his skin accenting all those beautiful details. Serena picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her towards the center of the bed.

Her back hit the silk cover as he started laying a burning trail of kisses down her neck. Lucy let out a soft sigh as he lightly nipped her collarbone as he reached under her to undo her bra. Once he had it stripped from her, he palmed one of her breasts as his mouth was on the other.

He teased and tasted her, making her eyes flutter as she mewled, and her hips started moving. She could feel how slick she was, as his teeth lightly pinched her nipple, Lucy almost wondered if she could orgasm just from him playing with her breasts. As her breathing became labored, he stopped his torment and started kissing down her body.

"I adore every sound you make, the way you move," he whispered before he bit the spot above her hip bone.

"Oh…" she breathed as he worked towards her weeping core.

Serena teased her over the silk of her panties with his fingers as he kissed her inner thigh. Lucy ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back and admiring how soft it was. She felt the silk slide before a warm finger began to stroke upon her clit.

Lucy moaned as he continued the slow movements, just enough to make her squirm in total desire but not let her crest. Serena blew over her wet and heated flesh, making her hips jerk up, searching for more.

"Impatient. Are we?"

"G-God yes," she said.

"Hmmm, only because you called my name," he said before he ripped her panties apart and his tongue began to play against her pearl.

He was skilled with his tongue, moving it quickly against her in all kinds of directions. Lucy shook and let go of his hair before she started pulling to fist the comforter beneath her. Serena used his fingers in tempo with his mouth to drive her wild and slowly stretch her out. It had been a while for Lucy, and she started to wonder why she waited till tonight.

Her legs tightened around his head as he kept toying with her, heat coiled low in her belly as the first signs of her orgasm started lighting up her nerve endings. Lucy thrashed her head back and forth against the silk pillows, kicking up rose petals in her movements. Serena hummed against her sensitive folds, the vibrations all it took before she saw bursts of white behind her eyes and she screamed his name.

To Lucy she felt as if she had exploded into a million little pieces and somehow her body figured out how to reform. She was gasping for air as he slowly brought her down with gentle kisses and light grazing of his fingers against her thighs. She felt so sensitive to everything around her, from the temperature changes in the bedding to the little petal that landed on her shoulder and every little touch he gave her.

Serena sat up on his heels and looked at her before he started to undo his suit pants. Lucy licked her lips, waiting with abject curiosity and desire to see him fully naked. "Later, you can lick me anywhere, for now, I need you."

It was quick and Lucy wasn't certain what she saw but his eyes cycled through eight different colors before settling back to his usual blue. He slid off the pants and all but pounced on her before she could even fully look at him. Though judging by what she felt between her legs, he was very well endowed.

He kissed her and she could barely taste herself on his tongue as he slowly rocked against her, coating himself in her juices and traces of his saliva. Lucy touched his face as everything paused and they stared at each other.

"Lucy, this means so much to us," he said.

"Us?" she tried to question but he cut her off with a kiss. The word choice was odd and though Lucy would normally begin analyzing it and all of its meanings, her brain was being shut down by his kiss. One synapse at a time.

Serena tilted his hips back as one of his hands let go of her. It was slow as he started to enter her, and Lucy's eyes went wide at the beautiful burn of her stretching to accommodate him. He broke the kiss and just watched her eyes, she saw him bite his lip as his muscles strained as he controlled himself. One of her legs ran up the back of his thigh, her high heels still on as the heel pushed into his skin, he moaned.

"Shoes," she said.

"I like them, we can remove them later."

The man didn't stop until his pelvis was flush against hers, Lucy took a deep breath and relaxed her body. He placed gentle kisses to her cheek up to her temple and then her forehead. Serena moved as if time did not exist, as if he was committing all of this to memory. Lucy knew she certainly was, he was the first lover to be this considerate and passionate.

They were locked in their own little world, little kisses and heated looks as he held still. Lucy swallowed and tilted her hips, enjoying the fullness inside of her. She expected him to move and instead he kissed her, gifting her the sweetest little torture she ever experienced. For a man who lived to be the very definition of dramatic, he was very different in bed.

"Please," she pleaded.

His eyes never left hers, as he started to finally move, ending her agony of needing more. His movements were precise and controlled with long slow strokes, enough to drive her wild. She almost bet the man adored this kind of torture, making her beg and wither under him. Yet, it heightened the experience, opening her up to new sensations and her body broke out into a light sweat as he moved.

This man was complicated but the way he moved and made love was straight forward. To Lucy it was more than she could ever guess, what he was like when fully naked. She carded her fingers through his wild hair before drawing him closer to her lips.

"Faster," she lifted her head, tilting to the side a little to bite his ear lobe, "my God."

He shuddered as she said the word and he lifted himself up a bit more before his hips started snapping into her. Lucy's back arched as she pressed the back of her head into the pillows, her hands scratched down his chest and he hissed, giving her a violent thrust at the movement. She called out as her body started to tighten and without thinking, she scratched him again.

"F-fuck, yes, Lucy!"

More tingles through her body as she felt like she could spontaneously combust. She locked her ankles behind his back, the heels pressing into the top of his ass as he moved, his perfect rhythm faltering.

"T-together," she whispered as their eyes met again before he crashed his lips against hers. They moved together as she started to tremble, liquid fire shooting through her veins as she shouted her release. As her body tightened around him, he gave her one more thrust before he let go and followed her off that cliff.

Hours? Minutes? Lucy didn't know how long they were at it and she didn't care. The man was such a gift in her life that she hated the fact that she was leaving to go back to Magnolia tomorrow. Lucy shoved the thoughts away as he pulled out of her and looked at her. For right now she was just going to enjoy every last minute she had with him.

Lucy, this means so much to us.


Six months before the incident…


God Serena was pacing on the train platform, he was feeling more agitated than normal. These last few months with Lucy had been wonderful until their time apart started to grow a bit more common. He kicked an empty white paper cup towards the edge of the platform as he moved.

Spring in Era was beautiful with the flowering trees all about to hit their blooming season. He was looking forward to this week with her, this was the week he needed to discuss mating. The dragons had their moments but for the most part they were finally at peace with each other and him. If Lucy would be coming to visit but it had been two weeks since he last saw her.

He tried to go see her but was told that she was on a mission and Makarov wouldn't give him the details on it. God Serena used every last shred of his willpower to not attack the short elder and demand answers. Though his problems didn't just stop with that, things were changing, and he had to get Lucy before he got his next set of orders.

So far, he was right where he needed to be and had served his Emperor well, receiving praise for his intelligence gathering. When he would ask questions, he usually received very few responses. All he could do was stay in Era at his post and wait for the time when he needed, then he could leave this behind. He'd have his mate and be at the side of the most powerful nation in Ishgar. God Serena was feeling better about his life.

More people started clustering on the platform, people of all various ages and all of them happy to be reunited with loved ones or headed off on vacation. He watched a few small children run around and play, part of him almost envious of their carefree life. Perhaps one day when Lucy started having his children, he could live vicariously through them. His work would almost never be done but that was his fate.

God Serena paused as the familiar buzz of speakers turning on hit his ears. "Train from Magnolia, now arriving. Please stand back." He let out a sigh of relief as he spun around and almost started dancing in joy.

When he stopped his movement, the world spun a little further to the right. He shook his head, that was odd. His eyes never played tricks on him before, especially not since he started his D.A.R.E. Though as he thought about it, did he take his medication today? Or yesterday? Or the day before? Week before?

His eyes went wide for a moment as he realized that he wasn't as faithful to his medication as he had been. He could not afford a break in front of Lucy but at the same time, he felt completely normal around her. Maybe she was his cure and he wouldn't need the prescription cocktail anymore. That maybe the voices, hallucinations and mood swings have finally been cured when the dragons settled down.

Could it be that Lucy and her love had cured him?

God Serena tilted his head to the side as the large black and red train started pulling into the station. If he was cured, he would never need them again. That had to be it, he was finally getting cured. He felt great. Normal even.

The train let out a long and loud whistle as the train slowed, it brought him out of his thoughts as he started looking around for Lucy. He went back to pacing, his shoes sliding on the brick platform and he was careful to not step on anyone. Especially not the little kids who were holding up "Welcome Home Dady!" signs in bright colors and horrible handwriting.

The doors opened and he stood there on high alert watching for Lucy. So many people filed out, much like the people gathered on the platform all various ages and types. Families hugged and there were plenty of happy cries as lovers were brought back together. So far he didn't see Lucy and became a bit more agitated.

"Lucy! Lucy Heartfilia!" he started calling out, hoping that maybe he just missed her. God Serena began to panic as he didn't see her. This was the right time, the right train, he wrote this down. Didn't he? He fished through his pants pockets and pulled out a scrap of paper. The numbers looked jumbled on it and he closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again the blue little piece of paper made more sense and confirmed that this was her train.

"Lucy!"

"Serena," he heard her voice and spun around. Lucy was as gorgeous as ever in her little khaki skirt, minty green blouse and soft brown leather boots. Her hair was down and beside her was her large purple suitcase.

He ran to her and swept her up in the most passionate and dramatic kiss he could manage. She laughed a little into the kiss as she returned it. The dragons all sighed, and he felt them go back to their contentment states.

God Serena set her down and took her suitcase, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, it was only two weeks. What are you going to do if I get a month-long mission or something?" She asked and he paused for a moment as he could feel the dismay from his dragons. In his mind it felt like a kitten had started scratching at the grey matter, when annoyed they could cause a small level of pain. God Serena pinched his forehead and took in a deep breath, his heart rate increased as his mind thought through all the scenarios of loneliness. Worse, what if she went on one of these missions and died?

He could already see her corpse, warm lips now cold, soft body turned rigid and that sparkle in her eyes was gone. It would be a grey and rainy day, but her funeral would have the brightest flowers as the coffin was open, displaying her for all to see. God Serena could feel tears racing down his cheeks as his chest tightened and things started to spin. The edges of his vision started to darken, much like looking through a tunnel, but the pain was real.

He leaned over the casket and her eyes opened before she grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him towards her. God Serena let out a scream of terror as he tried to get away from the corpse of Lucy, thrashing against her hold and pushing her away.

Lucy screamed, no he was certain that was Lucy's scream and he rubbed his eyes, trying to knock loose the vision. It started to fade, the world around him coming into color and light. God Serena started doing his mental checklist.

Train station, not graveyard.

Brick under my feet, not wet grass.

Lucy… on the ground?

He crossed to her, looking into her wet eyes as her bottom lip trembled. She feared him, he could see it and smell it. God Serena knelt and tried to get closer to her, but she backed away from him. People stopped and stared at the distressed couple, but he really didn't care. They could all die for all he cared.

The brick was rough against his palms as he slowly crawled towards her, "Lucy, it's okay, I won't hurt you."

"Y-you threw me," she whimpered, and he winced to hear her afraid of him.

"I-I'm sorry, please Lucy I would never hurt you." God Serena tried to keep himself calm, let her know that he was sorry for his actions, but he had no idea he threw her. No, he was battling with a dead Lucy trying to take him to Hell.

Had that happened?

No, it was just a trick of his mind.

He must have spaced out and she touched him, that had to trigger this. "Lucy, please, just…" She tried to back away and he could feel the collective rage inside his mind as this was no longer acceptable. How dare she think of leaving? How dare she cower before him, he said he would never hurt her. Why was this difficult to believe?

He moved at his speed, sweeping her up in his arms as she started to fight him. God Serena tightened his grip and shook her lightly, stilling the Celestial mage, "I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he cradled her body in his arms.

"So very sorry Lucy, we need to talk. Please help us," he whispered. She nodded at him, though her smile was gone and her face still showing the lingering traces of her tears. "If I set you down, promise not to run?"

"Alright, but I won't go anywhere private with you. Not yet, let's go to that diner you like." Lucy said as he spun around to grab the suitcase. The crowd has dispersed as people went back to their little lives, acting as if they didn't just see a Wizard Saint almost have a meltdown. Then again, he was in normal clothes again and with the changes he made to his hairstyle to appease her, he was certain no one recognized him.

The walk to the diner was a little difficult but with each moment, Lucy was a bit more comfortable around him. She even started smiling along the way as they walked down Capitol Street. Capitol Street was a major thoroughfare in Era, it was a block from the Government Center and littered with cafes, diners, restaurants and small stores. It was always busy during the week as many people ate here, making the short walk from the largest employer in the city. On the weekends it was relatively quiet, only tourists and locals from the outer burbs who did not work in Era came here.

While out with Lucy they found this little diner, The Unoriginal Pancake House (UP for short) and despite the name, they had some very creative pancakes. In general, it was one of those small gems you find, nestled between a convenience store with jacked up prices and bad service and a fine Minstrellian café that served the best coffee in Era. Usually people went to UP for breakfast and then grabbed coffee from the café after.

UP had fantastic food, excellent service and wonderful orange juice but their coffee was horrible. They got to the diner and the freckled ginger haired host greeted them with a smile and happy voice. "Welcome to UP! Two?"

"Yes," God Serena answered as the young man grabbed wrapped up silverware and menus.

"Booth or table?"

"Booth, in the back please."

The host scratched off something on the seating chart on his stand before he started to move, "right this way." They walked through the dining area, old thick wooden tables surrounded by happy guests who ate and talked. The food here always smelt amazing and he liked the strange décor. Their walls were covered in all kinds of art and signs made by fans of the place and photographs of famous people who ate here years ago.

They were seated in the back and God Serena slid into the well-worn faux leather booth. Lucy sat across from him as menus and silverware were spread out. "Jeanie will be your server."

"Thank you," Lucy replied as the host smiled at them before turning to head back to his station. The silence felt awkward as she looked at the menu and God Serena was trying to figure out how to talk to her.

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak as a plump tired looking waitress came over to them. Her smile was fake, not even reaching her eyes as she ran through the specials and took their drink orders. Normally Lucy would have ordered her favorite already but instead she said she wasn't hungry. He noticed how she winced when she shifted in her seat, he must have accidently bruised her bottom when he shoved her.

When the orange juices and waters came to the table, he pulled at the collar of his shirt. "Lucy, what do you know about dragon slayers?"

She sipped her juice and pursed her lips as her brows knit together. "I know Fairy Tail has the most amount of dragon slayers in Fiore. I know they are wild and a little crazy but very powerful."

"The ones in your guild have one lacrima, I have eight. Do you know what that means?" he asked while trying to work up the courage to expose himself to her. How would she understand what he was living with?

She shook her head, blonde hair swaying gently as she fingered the napkin on the table. "What people don't know is that the lacrima, speaks to you. You can hear its voice and sometimes see its memories. So, when your friends go crazy, it's really the dragon. Take that and magnify by a lot. Mine are all ancient and powerful." His voice lowered to a whisper as he talked, he slouched a little in his spot.

"So today when you spaced out?" she asked and by God he loved how her mind worked.

"Yes, I was being flooded with images." It was a bit of a lie, he didn't want to admit that the images came from his own mind and not the dragons. This would be difficult for anyone to grasp and though Lucy was brave and loved him, he dared not risk it. Well he was certain she did, she never said so.

"When I touched you?" she whispered, her eyes looking at him from beneath her lashes, "you lashed out because in your mind you were seeing something else?"

He nodded, "around you the dragons are silent, that means something very important to a slayer." Her brows knit together as she leaned forward and rested her hand in her chin. He continued, "it means they have chosen you as mate. That you are our perfect half."

Lucy frowned, "Serena, that's flattering but…" He put his hands under the table, clasping them to the point of pain, trying whatever he could to not interrupt her. To not force what they wanted on her. Lucy would never play along with that, he knew how important her freedom was to her. "I-I mean, I like you but mating? It's too soon."

God Serena let out a sigh as he ran a shaking hand through his hair. She licked her lips, "I'm not saying never, but maybe give this a little more time. You and your dragons need to give me that."

It wasn't a direct threat, but he understood the implication and his lips turned down as he tried to think of the right things to say. "Lucy, it's painful to be near you without having you. I can try but I can't guarantee how long my patience is."

She reached over the table and he took her hand. Her eyes were kind as her expression softened, "just do your best. You've waited this long."

"I will, but I need you to know that I'm running on borrowed time. You need to be with me to keep them quiet and happy."

"I understand but I do have my guild and mission work and my own place," she said.

God Serena thought it through for a moment, Lucy was a practical girl who loved adventure. Surely, he could give her all of that, wouldn't be difficult, though he had no intention of ever putting her harm's way. "Lucy, move in with me. You can see Council work, travel with me. No more worrying about money or food or burnt clothing."

She let out a stiff chuckle, "if I won't mate you what makes you think I'd up and leave my nakama to move in with you?"

God Serena felt the bile rise in his throat as he leaned back, trying to put a little space between them. It was as if he moved out of the way her words could not touch him. The dragons started to rise, they were not happy, and neither was his own self. Was she rejecting him? How much slower could he move?

"L-Lucy, it's not a commitment and think of all the wonders you could see. The carefree life of adventure and love we could give you."

She pulled back and pinched her forehead, "I'm sorry Serena, but I'm not ready. Maybe I should go home." Lucy got up and started to leave when he sprang up and grabbed her arm. He glared at her as she started to tremble.

"No." He barked the demand, his voice darker than he ever heard it. "Stay."

Lucy's hand came up and she promptly smacked him across the face, it stung. "What is wrong with you? Your eyes, holy fuck."

He pulled back from her and tried to quell his mind, knowing that this wasn't working. "It's the dragons, please Lucy, I don't want to hurt you or force you. Just please be kind to us."

"You sound more like a fucking psychopath than a dragon slayer. If this is life with you…"

He grabbed her and put a hand over her mouth, "do not finish that statement. Do not hurt us. I get one mate in this life, you are it and you are toying with our emotions as if we don't matter. I may be physical and angry at your rejection, but you are playing head games."

The room went quiet as people looked up from their meals to watch. God Serena growled at the room before he grabbed Lucy's suitcase and dragged her out of the diner. She didn't protest him, even if she did, he was significantly stronger than her. They got outside and he took in the semi busy street, this could not look good. He also didn't care, they were a couple having a spat, happened every day.

He was grateful that she was coming along quietly, and he didn't want to use his immense speed to get back to his room at the Magic Council Headquarters. Instead he hailed a taxi, he didn't like moving vehicles, but he fared better in them than most dragon slayers. That was because with the combination of certain powers he could handle the movements.

God Serena could smell the salty tears as they gathered along her lashes, he saw her lip trembling as she looked out the window. He pinched her chin and tried to kiss her, she resisted at first but when he licked her lips, she relented to him. Tears crashed into his lips, her fear was growing as she shivered, it was enough to make him hate himself for his outbursts. It couldn't be helped, she was going to leave him. There had to be a compromise.

As he pulled back, he ran his thumb over her wet cheek, "my last statement was out of line. I'm sorry Lucy, this is just so damn hard."

She took his hands, "I'm sorry, you're right, I can't imagine how hard this is for all of you or what it's doing to your mind."

"You were crying, I did that."

"No, I was crying because I hurt you with my emotional words but Serena," she touched his cheek, "I'm not ready to move in but I think we can compromise. On one condition."

He felt his heart leap into his throat as a calming happiness washed over him. "Breakfast in bed?"

Lucy chuckled, he was relieved to see the light come back into her eyes. "Okay two conditions," she joked as he took her hand and lightly kissed her fingers. "We will make up a schedule for the next few months, barring something drastic we will adhere to it. I think that should appease your dragons. If that goes well, we will have the rest of the conversation."

It wasn't exactly what he and the dragons wanted, but he could tell it was the only option she was going to give him. If it wasn't for that damn guild, she would have just said yes. His back to a corner, God Serena agreed to her condition but in the back of his head he started figuring out the pieces he needed to force together to get rid of the obstacle in his happiness.

How could he disband Fairy Tail?


If you haven't guessed, this takes place after Tartaros but Fairy Tail was not disbanded and God Serena did not defect right away. This is just a different version of those events. Why did the Council disband Fairy Tail? Why did God Serena defect suddenly? How the hell is it Mashima builds up a super villain and then fails miserably when it comes to seeing them in action?

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