AN: Hello my friends. New chapter for you guys, I know it's been a long time but I'm hoping to be able to write more while I'm still on break haha. I don't think I mentioned it before but this fic is going to M rated for a multitude of things, a few of those things being language, violence, lemons, gore ( as you will see a lot of in this chapter) and noncon which means rape. Nalu won't start off with daffodils and flowers, not even a little bit so be prepared and don't say I didn't warn you. It's going to be a pretty toxic relationship from the start but I promise it will get better and the ending will be happy :)
Now onto this chapter, I think it's kind of long but it helps to wrap up the backstory before Natsu and Lucy meet each other next chapter. From next chapter on, the happy moments and fluff will be running on low. Even though I don't think any of these chapters so far have been particularly happy... I know Natsu of all people will seem OOC but just know I had E.N.D in mind when I was writing his character especially how he will be in the beginning. I don't know if I should've titled E.N.D in the characters list since this is a AU, so you guys tell me. Don't worry, our lovable Natsu will come back to us but it will take time and a lot of Lucy loving haha.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything referenced here.
Natsu could feel his heart beat harder as he stared at the blank screen of Jackal's computer screen. At the moment it was the only thing keeping him from beating the living shit out of his subordinate for even attempting to tick him off. Natsu was well known ever since he left his father's home and lived on his own after his mother left, for having a terrible temper. For years, someone could just look at him wrong and have themselves be put 6-foot under or rushed to the ER. Only after years of intense training with the best of the best in Fiore and releasing his frustrations in one form or the other, was he able gain some semblance of calm. Though at this moment, he'd used up all of his reserves and his patience was thin. The next person to test him was no doubt going to get his head blown straight off.
Seeing the fearless Jackal back away from him would have brought a smirk to his lips any other day, but instead was a dull thought now as he gazed upon the video player on the screen brought to play. Like the previous video before, it started off slow, with nothing more than a pitch black screen until the screen shifted and he was face to face with what used to be his father. A man now, who was just a shadow of himself.
If even possible he looked worse than before. Dried, caked, and even fresh blood was all over his face and down the rest of his form, the source seeming to come from a long laceration down his visage and over his left eye, with which seemed to be gouged out. The old man was panting terribly, his hair so dark and dingy that it's deep red looked black. His face was completely ashen grey and from what Natsu could see of the rest of him, his clothes were barely hanging onto his body more so than last time. Like too big clothes on a small hanger. The way he held himself in the last video completely diminished to the fate of a man whose life is barely held onto by a thread. Even if they could find him, Natsu knew it in his heart, this was it.
Natsu felt his chest tighten, this couldn't be real.
Jackal who was just as stunned by his superior's state, looked up to Natsu in time to watch as he slumped back onto his father's desk for support and hold tightly onto its edges. The man's eyes then dilated onto the screen and Jackal felt like the room got instantly hotter.
A sound from the screen recaptured his attention, and he could finally see why. Someone besides his father finally popped up on screen.
Acnologia…
Natsu tensed. His father's old friend and subordinate when Natsu was a teen, he had been around when Igneel first started making headway in the Underworld and rising in the ranks with his own gang. Way before he became a businessman, when he was trying to make it in the bloody streets of Magnolia. Acnologia had turned against his father when Igneel grew older and started focusing on his cooperation rather than the underworld trade. He thought his father was becoming soft, weakened by his new sense of justice.
Acnolgia had left in an uproar after his father stated he would pass the rights and ownership of his underworld business to Natsu and not himself even though it was promised to him years before Natsu was even thought of. He had threatened to kill Igneel and uproot his empire before he left and no one had heard from him since. Well until now…
'So he finally showed himself, huh?' Jackal thought, watching as the man in question smiled evilly, a smug light in his tawny eyes before he raised a sign in front of the camera. There in black letters on white canvas was a message.
Now we no longer have competition…It's time for us to reclaim our position at the top of Fiore.
Natsu's eyebrow ticked, 'Who—?'
The screen cut away before Natsu could finish that thought back to his father. The chair he had previously been sitting on was gone and the man was forced to be brought down to his knees. Memories of his strong vibrant father tarnished as he was pushed the lowest a man could get.
His hair was pulled harshly back into the hands of his capture, forcing his eyes open in pain. Something glinted in the shadows next to his father's head and in that moment Natsu knew.
"Dad…" He gasped out a strangled cry. Natsu felt like his heart exploded, fear, anxiety, regret, sorrow—filled him to the brim. He didn't know what to do with himself. He'd been at the end of the killer side for too long not to know what would happen next.
"Natsu..my boy," Igneel coughed, more blood splattering his front as he looked intently into the camera. His rough voice strained and cracked from lack of use. "I'm…sorry." He heaved.
Natsu didn't have time to recuperate as the knife started sawing into his father's neck. Blood started pouring down in large quantities. Igneel had no time to react as shock over took his senses, just the gurgling of blood to escape his throat. After a while, even Jackal couldn't stand to watch. Natsu on the other hand continued to watch, long after the life was drained out of his father's face and they continued to viciously saw through muscle and skin until body was separated from head. He was stone faced, the wood of the desk in his palms crumbling and splintering into his skin. A heavy weight felt like it sat upon him, a calm bitter hatred seemed to take over his soul.
And finally, like the last video it went to black until white letters showed, "What do you want?"
'What did he want?!'
Jackal took a large step back from his boss, his eyes widened as he felt fear rack his heart like never before. The laptop in his hands had toppled to the floor and he was holding onto the hinge of the door, his brain too clouded by fear to think up an escape but knowing 100% he needed to get the HELL out of there!
The distant sound of a doorbell ringing and one of the maids flying up the stairs was the only thing that Jackal knew kept him from getting killed at that very moment.
"Natsu-sama, someone's at the door saying they have an urgent message for you about your fath—." The woman balked at the sight of her boss realizing too late at the state he was in, having only been focused on relaying the message. When the man at the front door had said that the message from the sender was about Igneel Dragneel, she knew it was very pertinent that she got it to her boss.
Jackal watched as the woman fell to the floor and started apologizing repeatedly, he too distracted with her to realize the man worthy of all this fear had walked up to him.
Jackal froze, "Get that video to Lamy, now." Natsu spoke before brushing past him and the maid on the floor, she flinching terribly as he walked past her as if the man had struck her down.
Jackal let out a breath as he watched Natsu walk down the hall, "Shit."
A lone metal haired, roguish man had come down the stairs to the foyer of Dragneel manor to see a bunch a maids gawking and scrambling about an average looking mailman. It was obvious they weren't fawning over his looks, Gajeel thought as he came closer to the increasingly uncomfortable male in a typical mailman uniform. He looked about average height, even though he held himself in a way that made him seem shorter. Based off of his looks he couldn't have been no older than thirty, but then again Gajeel wouldn't really classify himself an expert at guessing ages. He was holding a medium sized UPS box with a clipboard on top. Nothing really unusual.
Gajeel sucked on his teeth, this was annoying already. "Ey, what are ya still doing here? Never heard of a mailman creating this big of a spectacle before." Gajeel grunted before crossing his arms at the foot of the steps.
Everyone looked towards him once he made his appearance known, and shut their traps. Gajeel felt his annoyance lighten a little bit at their silence. "Hmph."
"Ga-Gajeel-san! This man sa-say's the sender of this box left a message about Natsu-sama's father…"
"What?" Gajeel growled, making the maid step back and balk. "What the hell do ya mean…"
"Ye-yes sir.." The mailman himself finally spoke up. "The sender told me to say it was about a man named Igneel Dragneel. I d-didn't believe it at the post office that it was the Igneel Dragneel, but now that I'm here at his mansion…" the mailman looked around in awe at the grand structure of the home, "I can't help but believe now, can I?" He chuckled awkwardly no doubt trying to lighten the mood.
Gajeel sighed, this man was innocent it seemed and ignorant of the severity of the situation. He grinded his teeth together as he kept the gun in his hand hidden on his person. 'Well then, that makes this a bit harder.' Gajeel thought.
"Who's the sender?" A terribly calm voice asked behind him and Gajeel felt his bones freeze, 'That couldn't be flame-tard could it?" He barely glanced up before he saw his boss/frienemy stalk down the stairs like a lion out of its cage. His pink hair shielded his eyes so Gajeel couldn't tell what the man was thinking, but the way his muscles where tensed up and his scarf was askew along with the tone of his voice, it was obvious whatever had happened wasn't good. Gajeel would bet that what was going to happen wasn't going to be any better either.
Despite knowing that, Gajeel couldn't will the annoying fear he felt away to stop the man, "Shit."
"I-I'm no-not surre sir… We d-don't come into contact with the actual p-person! W-We just get the written information!" Natsu had crept towards the poor man and he increasingly became panicked. The maids had spread out and away from their boss as if he caught malady, no doubt knowing better than to be in his line of sight.
"Well then," Natsu spoke, a breath away from the man, his hands in his pockets as he pulled off a casual shrug. No matter how casual he looked, it was impossible to believe he wasn't anything but. "What did they write?"
The mailman took a step back, though it didn't change how overwhelmed he was at all, sweat just seemed to leak down him like a creaky faucet. The temperature felt way higher than before. "A-A…we d-don't have a-a name, b-but the h-house it c-came f-from was t-the Hear-Heartfilia Ressidennce sir!" The man squeaked out.
The mailman watched fearsomely as the man before stood stock still before his head shot up and his crazily wide eyes were visible. The green irises burning heavily with anger and hatred. So much so that mailman fell to his knees holding up the box. "Please-please sir just take it. I'm sorry!" He apologized, not knowing what for in the least.
"Open it." Natsu growled down at him. His voice shook the man to his very core, never did he imagine being close to crying in front of someone during one of his routes, but this man was no joke. With shaking hands, the mailman did as he was told situating the box in front of himself to make it easier. No matter what was in that box, he knew this would be the end of him tonight. He decided making a quick thought of affection towards his mom now would be his best bet.
The lid was off and what was held inside of it wasn't what he expected—a cooler, but it seemed to be what the frightening man in front of him thought it would be based off of the further tensing of his figure. It wasn't too expensive looking for a cooler, he honestly didn't see anything special about it, but then again it obviously wasn't the cooler that was special but what was inside it that was. The mailman, curious himself quivered as he lifted the final lid.
Inside, was the head of none other than Igneel Dragneel! The notorious man's head was a gruesome sight, blood was everywhere as only one eye stayed open in anguish as the other looked gouged out. The worst of it all seemed to be the crude and merciless way the head looked like it was sawed off. The mailman felt his heart stop and strong bile form in his throat, distantly hearing a large intake of air and a shout from the people around them. No doubt they saw it too. "He couldn't believe this is what he was carrying—!"
Natsu wasted no time shooting the man dead before him with his steel plated Colt 911A1. The screams of the people around him just made him numb. Natsu kicked the body of the mailman off of the cooler and took a closer look inside it. It was his father alright…
Heat, and rage filled him, he felt he could burn a whole forest down with just his will alone.
"If any of you," He spoke, turning slowly to the maids in the room forcing them to become silent, "speak of this to anyone. I promise you, you'll end up worse." His gravely voice topped the promise in his eyes as he gazed in each one of their own. No one knew whether he meant worse than his father or the mailman and not one person in the room wanted to find out. His heavy gaze landed on Gajeel next, "Clean this up and call Makarov. Tell him…we found him."
Natsu stalked towards the door with his back to everyone, just as the rest of the guys finally came, no doubt thanks to the sound of a gun shot. Gray, Jellal, and Elfman rushed to the foyer from their respective places, Gray being the one to shout out first. "What the hell happened here?!"
"I'm going to go train." Natsu spoke in that same tone of his, this time it sounded more dead than before. Gajeel shook, this wasn't good. Even Gray seemed to flinch back at his tone.
"Natsu…" Gray spoke, but it was too late. The man had already left. He was gone, in more ways than one.
"Hey Levy-chan, you sure you want this over here?"
"Yeah Lu-chan, right there by the bookshelf!" Levy yelled from the bathroom. How Levy knew she was by the bookshelf despite not being able to see her Lucy would never know.
Lucy sighed as she dumped the large box of what she'd assume were books based off of the large yet pretty scrawl of the word labeled on it's front, before bending her back with a huff. She swore she was gonna break it if she had to lift another one of those 100lb pound boxes by herself again. After the seventh one, Lucy officially decided her friend had a problem. "Lev, don't you think you have too many books…How is all of this gonna fit?"
The pixie-like female finally exited her restroom, toilet paper rolls in hand to pout up at her best-friend. "Of course not!" She yelled indignantly as if Lucy told her the moon was cheese. "And haven't you heard the saying Lu? 'Where there's a will," Levy smiled honestly as she started unwrapping her boxes, taking a book out and blowing of the dust on it, "there's a way."
Lucy giggled at her friend while pulling a strand of blonde behind her ear. "Whatever you say Levs."
Levy smiled sweetly at her friend but after a moments thought she seemed to remember something, "Oh! I forgot to tell Gajeel what room I'm in!" Levy threw the toilet paper she tucked under her arm onto the ground and ran out of the dorm room like a bat from hell. Lucy wasn't even allowed to blink as her blue-haired friend dipped back into the room. "What room number is this again?"
"Uh.. doesn't it say on the door?" Lucy sweat dropped.
"Oh yeah, you're right!" Levy snapped her fingers, "Oh but I'll have him follow me up here anyway so it doesn't matter, haha." Lucy raised a brow as she watched Levy knock her hand against her head before darting off yet again down the hall. Passersby looked as concerned as herself when the small woman past by, glancing in the room to Lucy only to see her blush in embarrassment.
"Hey, aren't you Lucy Heartifil-?"
"No! I don't know who you're talking about!" Lucy quickly turned away from the doorway to stop that person from even finishing that thought or the eventual realization. She didn't know why she even denied, people were going to find out who she was eventually since she was attending school here. She didn't think she was that famous but surprisingly enough a lot of people recognized her and it was only so many she could fend off with lies and running.
Lucy grimaced at a memory of her jumping in a trash can yesterday to avoid a group of guys asking for her autograph, while Levy tried feebly to direct them away. She decided to let her thoughts drift away from the terrible experience and the night spent pulling wads of gum and fruit peels out of her hair, and glanced around the dorm room to take it all in again. The dorms here at Fairy Tail Uni were more than amazing. Most dorms this size would try to cram at least two people together but Levy had it to herself, along with her own bathroom. It looked like a normal bedroom left bare for the resident to customize to their own desires. It was the second day of Levy's move in so she was already ahead of that with pictures, posters, and cute decorations lining the terribly colored wall. Paint choice was the only thing Lucy could say dampened the room, but then again, Lucy guessed it was hard to pick a gender/personality-neutral color that everyone would be pleased with. They had started with moving in her dressers and bookshelves, a feat that was only pulled off thanks to the man Levy was going to get now.
Gajeel, Lucy remembers his name being. They had met him yesterday when move in day for the freshmen started. They had realized too late that driving all the way the the university on their own using Levy's friend Jet's truck to haul everything while he was out of town was a bad idea. Neither of them had the muscle nor man power to carry her furniture. Telling that to two stubborn small women would be impossible though as they tried pushing Levy's seven-foot bookcase up the stairs anyway. Not many people were around to help as they had gotten there earlier than previously assumed they would. Gajeel though had found them on his way somewhere and a few insults and a bonk on his head later he was pushing it up the stairs himself.
The heavily pierced, rude, and sarcastic male hadn't rubbed Lucy the right way but Levy had taken too him well enough as she continued to carry conversation with him during each trip back to the car for another piece of furniture despite his "responses". If you could even call them that…If he wasn't silent like 90% of the time, he made a grunt or growl as an answer, or said something rude enough that Lucy wished his response was one or two of the former. He'd said enough it seemed that Levy was able to learn that he was good at setting up furniture like that pesky chair she needed done. The instructions made it look a lot harder than Levy had thought before hand and Lucy wasn't much of a handyman herself. They were SOL until Gajeel came around. He agreed to come back the next day to do it and that was that.
Why he needed help to find the room after helping them yesterday? Lucy just assumed Levy was being hospitable, it was in the girl's nature. But who knows, maybe something might bloom between the two.
After thinking on it, Lucy realized the man couldn't have been that bad if he was willing to help out two complete strangers, she guessed she could stand him calling her Bunny Girl one more day. Lucy thought sourly as she continued putting Levy's books away. Alphabetical, numerical, and Dewey Decimal order…
"Jeez, Levy-chan."
Lucy sighed again as a burn radiated in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel sad, even a little left out these past couple days. She hadn't been able to get a dorm since it took her father way too long to allow her to actually enroll here. Fairy Tail was too popular and prestigious a school for her to wait as long as she did and still get a room even with her last name on the application form. She'd begrudgingly have to live at home for while—an hour away from the school no less, until an opening was available.
For a while during the summer it seemed she really was going to go business trade school. Lucy just couldn't wrap her brain around giving her life to man she'd never met before. As constrained as her life was under her father she didn't want that or worse for the rest of her life by another man.
When the deadline was getting too close Lucy contemplated running away, but she quickly realized that was impossible based off how heavily guarded her father kept her and the house. She couldn't even leave the premises without at least two body guards tracking her. Even after all these years since what happened he, or one of his goons still hovered over her like a guard dog…
Not to mention she wouldn't have the funds to go to school with Levy anymore. Levy had said she'd ask her parents to help pay for her but she couldn't put her family in danger like that. Jude was ruthless when anyone crossed him and even with the standing the McGarden's had, all it would take was a snap of Jude's fingers to ruin them.
Lucy had finally agreed one night after siting with her mother's grave out in the garden. Becoming a writer was more important to her than anything. She could only hope that Igneel's son was as kind as the man himself seemed to be. It ruined her childhood ideas of romance and love and everything she'd hoped for as a romantic but she liked to believe her dreams came first.
Then word had come around at the end of July, almost a month before now, that Igneel, head of the Dragneel Corporation, had been murdered. No one knew who was behind it, nor would his lawyers explain how he was murdered. All that was said about the incident were a few testimonies made by some witness' who saw Igneel before his death, statements made by a few representatives in the cooperation, and finally a interview held by Igneel's son at the courthouse. It was the first time anyone had ever seen him in person and yet no one could doubt his likeliness towards his father nor the aura of authority he held despite him seemingly coming out of nowhere.
She remembered watching the broadcast and feeling nothing but sympathy and compassion for the man despite the strong front he posed to the paparazzi, Lucy could feel his sorrow even though the TV screen. One would think she would be happy about the news, the man she was supposed to weds father passed, she most likely wouldn't have to marry his son any longer especially if the boy couldn't control the vultures whom were under his father from taking a piece of the company and the turmoil that was sure to come from no longer having a leader. Instead, she felt the complete opposite. She knew her father wouldn't be affected by it and would just feed her to the next company that gave a good enough reward.
As true as her last assumption was, Jude was more affected by the man's death than she thought he would be. The man snapped at her more than before and she was holed up in the house more than she'd ever been after the news. It was a miserable summer. Being here with Levy even if she didn't have her own dorm, was a breath of fresh air she desperately needed.
Her bitter thoughts vanished away as Lucy thought about the pink haired-man. Yep, she giggled, his hair was pink of all things. Placing yet another book on the shelf while the rays of the sun shifted along with the tick of the clock. Its luminescence landing on her back and making her feel warm.
She remembered the way he looked, noticing then that he definitely wasn't old looking, not at all unless he kept a really good skin care ritual—that she would not at all mind knowing about, ahem. She also remembered how short and flat his statements were on the whole ordeal. How eerily calm he seemed through the whole thing until someone questioned why he was kept a secret, why his father never mentioned him before.
Lucy watched with batted breath as the man she supposedly was going to wed in no more than a year came onto the screen, live. She didn't expect this channel to be all that interesting when she landed on it as she started to do her toenails, but as it seemed she was quickly proved wrong.
Her cheeks warmed on their own accord when the camera came into focus on his face as he stared unwaveringly into the camera. It felt wrong after silently resenting him and her father all summer, but she couldn't help but think he was damningly handsome. Curiously pink hair rose in spikes and fell in an unintentionally perfect way around his head. His sun-kissed face that held a chiseled jaw line, high cheek bones and a strong nose. His lips were a warm pink, full—yet riddled with a constant frown as he gave his one word answers. His skin had a natural glow that would be impossible to get from a tanning booth no matter how hard you tried, and held no wrinkles despite frowning looking like the guy's favorite pastime.
His eyes were what caught Lucy's attention initially though, and was what really set him apart from the other handsome boys she's seen in her life. Not that she's seen too many in person…
The man's eyes were intense even as he stood casually—almost boredly so towards the endless flash of camera's and cutting questions. He deflected or answered each with ease and didn't seem perturbed in the least even with the most personal and ridiculous of questions thrown at him. Lucy couldn't stop herself from making a snort at their ludicrously or letting out a shout of indignation in his steed. His composure up there was enough for her to believe he was Igneel's son, if she didn't think so before. You had to know the ins and outs of the paparazzi on a personal level to be able to fly through them like this. Even she as a "celebrity" herself hadn't mastered it yet.
In between watching the screen and finishing up her nails, she felt her heart stop when his eyes pierced hers yet again, making an unfamiliar tingle resonate in her stomach with each glance he made in the camera. It felt intimate at times and Lucy didn't understand why.
"Natsu-san, if we may call you that," the reporters having previously referred to him by his family name, "why has your father kept you and your family hidden all these years?"
'Natsu was his name? As in summer?'
Igneels son's eyes had flashed dangerously with this question and it was the first time in the twenty-minute-long interview that Lucy had seen him show any out ward sign of emotion. His eyes had seemed the most beautiful there even with the rage and annoyance permeating out of him with waves. She still couldn't decide if his eyes were a jade color thanks to a trick of the light or a cobalt black as the camera panned out. In this moment she knew it was definitely an intense mossy green with flecks of amber, his gaze was heavy and she could feel the temperature rise in the room despite not being in the same place.
"No comment." Natsu answered curtly, though it almost sounded like he growled it out. His gaze on the person who asked held a veiled threat to stop him in his line of questioning there. Lucy recognized the man as being one of the few that kept asking Natsu personal and borderline rude questions the whole time, she couldn't believe the gall of the man.
Not taking head to the threat, the reporter smirked instead garnishing a 'tch' from Natsu. "Well then, where is the mother in all of this? Igneel's supposed wife. Juli Vermil—."
"That's none of your damn business."
'Juli? Juli Vermillion? Juli Vermillion as in the actress and singer Juli Vermillion? Miss Fiore and Miss Universe 2004 Juli Vermillion? That Juli Vermillion was his mother?!' Lucy could hardly believe it!
Natsu had cursed at the man and the crowd of columnists and paparazzi gasped. Lucy was surprised herself, but at how uncouth these reporters were becoming. She knew paparazzi were tactless and ruthless, but that was crossing the line. They even had the nerve to look offended at his response. The man had just lost his father! Lucy balled her fist at the injustice, tears prickling her eyes for this stranger as she watched on.
"Well…," the reporter continued, coughing as if Natsu was the one at fault. "We did a background check to find the rest of the family in this sorrowful time and get their word on it. She popped up as a childhood friend of his, but based on your reaction she is indeed the mother in all this?" His question was more or less a statement than anything else and Natsu's jaw tightened, his eyes looking ready to set the man on fire at any given moment. The reporter must have seen the same thing, as he took a noticeable step back. Clearing his throat again, he reclaimed his smirk. Natsu's eyes glowed and his stance made warning bells go off in Lucy's head. "We got a statement from her a few days ago and she—."
"Okay, I think that will be all for today." A man with auburn hair and dark eyes dashed to the podium. His grin easy going as he rubbed the back of his head. "Thank you all for coming, haha." The man threw an arm over the younger man's shoulders and Natsu seemed to tense. After a short second he was finally ushered off the stage. The blare of voices and flashing was at an all time peak from the crowd, yet Lucy was able to notice the older man's lips twitch as if he were speaking although he continued to smile cheerily towards the camera's. Natsu's eyes became shielded by his hair and Lucy felt her heart break a little bit.
This whole broadcast was beyond odd.
Lucy sighed at the memory, Natsu Dragneel definitely was an interesting man. It didn't seem she was the only one who thought so either. His name was buzzing all over social media, even trending on twitter for weeks! In the short span that the world had known him, the man had already developed his own loyal fanbase of girls constantly raving over him, a lifetime movie and biography in the works, and even his own Wikipedia. It was insane. Sure he was good looking and everything, and the mystery around him and his family would make a writer ich to type (not excluding herself), but he's only had one live appearance and that was to talk about his father's death. No one really knows who he is and already he was this famous. Hmm, maybe that was why.
Lucy shook her head with a roll of her eyes, no more thoughts about Natsu Dragneel please and plucked up an interestingly titled book with her freshly manicured hands. '50 Shades, huh? Levy's got some explaining to do.' Lucy thought with a smirk, it'd be fun teasing her favorite bookworm. Ezra no doubt had gotten to her and enticed her with the amazing world of erotic books.
Lucy cleared her throat remembering that she was also a victim. Many borrowed books from Ezra had been known to keep her up in the middle of the night. So much so that she knew 50 Shades was no more than child's play. Fanfiction was where you went if you really wanted some deliciously disturbing pornographic literature. And it was free! She also found Erza's own fictions under the penname Scarlet. Hu-hu-hu.
"Gajeel-kun please, this is important~. And please refrain from calling Lucy 'Bunny Girl,' you know she hates it." Lucy heard Levy's voice coming from down the hall and pouted.
"Oh Levy." Lucy whispered. They both knew it was useless but Levy trying to change the brute for her expense was sweet.
"No shit twerp, why do you think I call her that. It's not to make her jump with joy." Gajeels own voice sounded and Lucy felt her brow twitch in annoyance.
"Gajeel~." Levy whined in response.
AU: Yes, characters are interloping for a reason, I'm stirring a pot of delicious drama here guys, just for your viewing pleasure. At this point don't forget any of the characters or their names, because they WILL be important later on for one reason or another bwahah. There's a lot of gore and angst here, so sorry if you're not about that life, the begining of next chapter will be lighter I promise.
I'm not the biggest Gajeevy fan out there, not by a long shot, but there's going to be a lot of that next chap too along with the stuff here. Also Nalu meeting, and more DRAMA! Whoohoo!
