Summary: Mavis vents out in therapy

Pairings: Mentions of Mavis/Zera friendship, Mavis/Yury friendship, and Mavis/Zeref.

YouTube Prompt: Tribute to Lucy's life after the guild breaks up to 'Who Knew' by Pink.

Mavis settled back in the recliner as she clutched a large, soft, velvety cushion to her chest.

Her therapist office was very nice.

It was clean, organised, and well decorated. She could almost believe she was in a nice living room rather than an office where people get help for their mental issues.

Almost.

The fact that she was here to spill about her issues and find closure was enough to keep her from fully relaxing.

After all she has never really told anyone about anything in over a century.

"I'm not really sure where to begin," she admitted sheepishly after a painfully long silence, "I've not really done this before."

The therapist said nothing which allowed Mavis to take the time to gather her thoughts properly.

"I suppose I should start at the beginning," she said cautiously, "that's where everything starts, right? At the beginning…..well that's when all my problems start too because I lost my parents at a very early age, played out a Cinderella-esque routine, and then abruptly witnessed my entire village get destroyed as everyone including my sort of, not really, kinda imaginary best friend get murdered." She paused for a moment. "It was after her death she became imaginary," she added as an explanation.

Her thoughts went back to Zera.

Her sharp, if sometimes to the point of cruelty, wit, her warm smiles, her staunch loyalty, her entertaining grumpiness….she was the representative of Mavis' innocence. Lost long ago now but still thought of fondly.

"I suppose the isolation with nothing but my mind and the books didn't help," Mavis mused, "and the fact that my first experience with any sort of human contact was three men determined to rob me didn't help. I didn't get the time to adjust or the help I really needed. Yury knew I wasn't mentally well but he encouraged my delusions to get what he wanted." She scrunched her nose at that. "That doesn't sound good at all. It wasn't really like that. After a while. Yury is actually a really great guy. He was one of my very best friends and I trust him with everything."

Her therapist continued to remain silent which made Mavis bristle slightly as she felt the judgemental thoughts aimed at both her and Yury.

"Then I met Zeref," she sighed softly, "more on that later because I suddenly found myself cursed. Do you have any idea what it is like to be stuck in a body of a pre-teen? Do you?! Because it sucks! It sucks like hell! Everyone underestimates you, everyone tries to protect you, everyone tries to baby you, and no one ever serves you a bloody drink or offer you anything remotely adult! My own friends, who all knew my real age, kept insisting on parenting me half the freaking time. I couldn't do anything! And the worst bit, the very worst bit, I'm stuck with these tiny little things!" Mavis grabbed her non-existent breasts and squeezed tightly. "I will never know what it's like to be a real woman. No man is ever going to perve on me, I will never get to wear a tube top, and I will always have to stuff my bra. Do you know how cruel the world is to women with flat chests?! Lucy and Erza and Mira and Juvia and Cana and all the others get all these free things because of their big, bouncy, breasts while Levy, Wendy, and I have to endure being mistaken as a boy. Do you have any idea how insulting that is?!"

The silence has now turned uncomfortable.

Mavis scowled. "Of course you don't," she muttered darkly, "you're a man. You don't have to worry about things like that. Speaking of men, they suck!" she softened a touch. "well not at all the time…..I had to have the shittiest luck, didn't I?" she said morosely, "I find the sweetest, kindest, most intelligent, and beautiful man I have ever met and he's on the darkest and most evil mage in all of history, isn't he? I'm dating the freaking Dark Lord! But, wait, no! We're both cursed. Both doomed to never be happy. For the people we love to die. So we finally declare our love and have our first, real, true love's kiss and BAM!" Mavis smacked a hand against the cushion she had been cuddling. "I freaking die! And now I'm stuck in limbo as I watch the people I love age and die and Zeref get more and more evil and insane as the curse works its magic."

Mavis took a deep breath and sighed heavily.

"That's why I am here," she said softly, "I have to confront the man I'm in love with. I have to lead my guild in a war against him and I so desperately need help because I don't know what to do or how to cope with all of this. My life is just one gigantic mess and I so desperately need a little guidance."

There is another painfully long silence and Mavis felt her stomach twist anxiously.

"So what do you say, Doc?" she prodded. "What's the best thing for me to do in order to fix my life?"

"…Please!" the therapist sobbed fearfully as they watched the cushion hover mid-air, "I am begging you! Whoever you are, whatever you are, please stop haunting me!"