Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or it's characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.
Author's Notes: So, after a long talk with fellow Author GemNika, that BixLu prompt is now going to be a multi-chapter story, dedicated to her and her type of crazy that matches mine. Love you, babe, hope you like the way they get there part of the story.
Giggling loudly, Lucy just watched a very drunk Freed get on a table and tried to mimic Vijetter as everyone cheered him on. It was hilarious to see. Though even through her drunken haze of alcohol, she was impressed at how flexible and fluid the rune mage was.
The sound of wood splintering had Lucy circling her body over her mug of dark ale. Her nose wrinkled as the sound of Natsu laughing rang over the noise of the guild in the throes of another epic Fairy Tail party. She'd lost count of how many they'd had since the defeat of Zeref, his twelve generals, and Acnologia. Everything in Fiore had changed as people put their lives back together.
She was glad her family was alive and just as destructive as before though it was apparent that they had changed. Even if it was not easily noticeable to outsiders. The war had affected each of them in its way. Hers was not on the surface, but it had her more aware of just how fragile life was.
He'd declined to be shitfaced. He was causing Cana to whine at him. He was always her drinking buddy up for a raucously good time. But tonight, he just wanted to watch his guildmates. He was enjoying their antics. Including his stick up the ass teammate who was busting some wicked moves. Knowing Freed would be sore and not remember why. Meaning he'd be able to tease him without mercy.
Letting his gaze move from the amusing spectacle, Bickslow saw Natsu being tackled to the ground by Romeo and Wendy. Gray was smugly smiling as he stalked back into the fray. Pieces of wood stuck in his hair. Telling Bickslow, he'd been the one to be tossed. It made him happy that both Gray and Natsu were still friends after they'd both learned Natsu was E.N.D., Zeref's greatest creation.
He was continuing his perusal of his guildmates. His eyes landed on Makarov and Erza. Present and past leaders. Both who'd given so much to the guild. They were beacons of light and strength. Not just to him, but everyone in the whole guild. Each had helped him grow into the mage he was now. And the confidence to walk around without his helmet on. Since his magic was often very misunderstood.
Feeling nostalgic, Bickslow lifted a hand, letting papa sit down, his angry face looking back at him. His first baby was the man who'd found him as an abandoned child. He'd been a gruff man. He was having cuffed Bickslow more times than he could even remember to count. Also a seith mage. Though he'd done his best to teach him, Bickslow was not a patient person at that time.
"Boy.. none of that!" Papa barked.
Smiling, Bickslow tossed the totem up. Micky was right; he shouldn't dwell on his past. So looking out at the guild again, he paused as his eyes locked on the guild's Celestial Mage. Her face flushed dark from how much she drank, which disturbed him a bit. Before the war, she hardly drank. Now every day, she did. And he was sure she was turning into a mini Cana from the lecherous grin on her face.
From experience, he knew the usually bubbly blond packed a punch. During the Fantasia incident, she'd laid him out with Lokes, now Leo's help. Her mind was as dangerous as her curves. But Bickslow knew that she had scars that ran as deep as his own. The loss of her spirit in the battle with Tartaros, abandonment of the guild, her family, and home, then the war. Yeah, he knew some part of her was waiting for the pain to hit again.
He started when she turned her head and looked directly at him. It sent his blood rushing to his ears and other parts. That smile should be illegal. Only to have her picked up and tossed over Natsu's shoulder. The sound of her laugh had him turning his back to the crowd downstairs. Figuring he'd never get a girl like Lucy for his own.
TBC!