3rd POV

(Sorry for long ass chapters of only Romeo and Wendy, I want to get the gist of their relationship down as well as possible before I continue. Enjoy.)

"Since you don't understand the question let me clear it up for you." Her lips parted to say something but he took her chance for her. "Who hurt you?" Wendy gripped the hem of her leggings, leaving indent nail marks against her skin.

"Leave it be. No one hurt me, Romeo." It was the simple use of his name in a tone just barely light enough for him to realize it was her way of asking for comfort. Romeo didn't think twice when he ripped himself out of his chains and sat beside the girl, pulling her against his chest. She was crying.

She was crying?

It was barely audible at all but she was crying a little bit. Romeo thought for a moment whether it was too strange to hold her until he remembered he'd told her he was trying to get in her pants. Wendy quietly sniffled against his shoulder, arms hooked up around his biceps. It wasn't long before she was silent again, suddenly shoving Romeo away as she wiped her tears and erased the scene. He stared at her, dumbfounded. "Sorry. That was too much.." his eyes trained on her, his body stiff, brows reaching for one another. "Get back in your seat." He didn't move, instead, opting to stare at her as he often did. His eyes trained on hers as she swiveled away from him. "Romeo. Go back." Her voice was much more arduous now, leaving no room for negotiation as he reluctantly complied. However, he paused on his way over to his seat, side-eyeing her.

"Hey." Wendy gritted her teeth and at the small flex of her jaw muscle Romeo knew they were the same. Neither of them wanted to let their guard drop in front of others. Emotions are signs of weakness, vulnerability. Which often led to bad places. "You don't have to-"

"Romeo just sit down for Christ's sake!!!" She roared, quickly equipping the gun strapped to the thick of her thigh and pointing it straight at his head, her own facing the floor, perpendicular to him. She kept her finger along the side of the pistol; hand trembling almost invisibly. Romeo frowned and did as he was told, sitting in the same way she left him. "Just shut up and do as you're told." Romeo shut his lip together, watching her stride towards the stairs on her way out.

"And what if I don't want to?" Wendy heard the man behind her, standing directly against her stiff body when she paused. She ground her teeth again, this time opting to turn around to face him instead of shying away. The floor wasn't that interesting, after all. She pivoted on her heel, facing him with anger written in her irises. But he was close. Much, much more so than she thought. Her nose nearly brushed his before he was on her, shoving her to the wall and leaning against his forearms on the surface behind her head. Every bit of irritation on her face dissipated like it had never existed in the first place when she felt his breath on her skin. His eyes on her. She looked down promptly, deciding maybe the floor just was that interesting. The contrasting pale and black of his stickered arms caged her in like a trapped animal yet he didn't speak. Not even when he felt her glance at his torso layered with similar tattoos to the ones on his arms and neck. So many words hung desperately in the air. Which ones to choose?

"Get off." She pushed against his chest— an excuse to feel him up— but it was half hearted and she knew he could tell.

"No. Not with that lame excuse for a rejection." She swallowed the thick of her saliva. Annoying. "Say it with vigor." She didn't. "Say it." Again, she didn't answer. Dropping her hands to her sides. "Please say it." A hand of his rised to her cheek and he almost, almost touched her.

"Touch me." She demanded, placing her hand on top of his and pressing it against her cheek.

"I'm really starting to not give a shit about the bet." She hummed in response to his confession. Looking up at him, her eyes blinked rapidly in embarrassment. She was strong. She could bring down all who opposed her. But if he attacked her, she didn't know if she could stop him. Despite her morals, she didn't know if she would want to.

"I've got problems." He nodded and took a step closer. "A lot of them." He nodded again. "I'm a bad person and a bad partner."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I've tried to kill myself so many times." He tensed, nose wrinkling slightly in displeasure. "I've showed so many people my body for money that didn't suffice in the slightest. I've killed a lot of people. Innocent people. I've ruined peoples lives, done drugs, slept around, been assaulted, manipulated people important to me."

"Ok, should I name every crime I've committed?" Wendy scowled. "Arson, murder, framed and manipulated, killed a girl while I was fucking her, had sex with a lot of fucking people, kidnapped, tortured, done probably every type of drug imaginable, tattooed my name into this one girl's ass cheek. Half consent, half not. That bitch swore she didn't want it and sat there patiently for me to start. Even asked questions. That was fucking hilarious. And hot." Wendy snorted despite the snarl on her face. "Theft, battery, harrassment, killed multiple ex-girlfriends, escaped prison, the list goes on. Why are you telling me this?"

"My point is you will end up being one of those people."

"You think I don't know that? You might end up being another fuck buddy I murder, there's only one way to find out."

"You don't want me."

"Shut the fuck up." His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"You don't understand. Dude, I will literally ruin your life. I will cheat on you, I will murder your friends, I will go out of my way to make you jealous, I will snort some other man's dick in front of your parents or some bullshit. Do you understand?" Romeo cackled as she spoke.

"You ruin my life? Oh, Wendy. You have no idea." She looked confused. "Isn't all of that part of the thrill of the ride? I will ruin your life, not the other way around." He wasn't lying. His tattoos and the lingering scent of cigarette smoke on his clothes told her so. "I want those things. I want you to shake your ass for other guys so that I can decapitate them. Cheat. Do it. I love the feeling of rage." Wendy licked her lips. "Does that make sense to you, sweetheart?" His finger tilted her chin upwards. He only leaned closer when she shifted. Wendy nodded. "If I try to kiss you, you're going to avoid it," his breath fanned against her lips. "aren't you?" She nodded and he grinned wide, feeling her multiple ear piercings beneath his finger tips.

"Or maybe I won't. But let me tell you." He closed his mouth. "If you kiss me now, it will not count for the bet." He chuckled quietly, teeth shining white as they brushed against her lips.

"Right." When their lips roughly pressed together, she hummed against him, the palms of her hands crawling up his abdomen. His hand enclosed around her wrist and stopped them where they were. "You know. You might be one of the best kissers I know. One day I'll take you to meet an ex of mine, we'll all compare and contrast, maybe I'll let you kill her." Wendy groaned lightly against his mouth at the comment and he hummed in delight, a smile forming on his lips.

"You talk all that shit about killing people during sex..."

"What about it?" They spoke between smooches.

"I bet you couldn't do it to me." Romeo smiled wider, a demented grin plastered on his face as he looked down at her smudged lip gloss.

"Really?" She smiled as well, continuing the session for him. He ran a thumb harshly against her bottom lip while his tongue did it's job against the inside of her cheeks, dancing with hers. He wiped off some of their mixed saliva and her lip gloss, sticking it against his tongue. Wendy squinted her eyes in the slightest at the sight legs burning with desire so much so that they wobbled in the slightest. "Cherry chapstick, huh." Wendy chuckled heartily, absolutely floating from the airy feeling in her chest.

"Fuck buddies doesn't sound like a bad title does it?"

"No, it doesn't." Before he could continue, the door above slammed open again. Footsteps descended and they were off each other faster than they'd gotten close. Romeo resumed his position in his chair and Wendy wiped any remaining lip gloss off her lips, straightening out her clothes and ruffled hair. She began on her way up after glancing over at Romeo, their eyes met for a brief moment before she paused all too suddenly on the staircase and her head darted forward. Jellal stood smack in front of her, stopped so that she wouldn't go crashing into his chest. Wendy looked down and stepped aside to get out of his way. Jellal stared at her for a moment before continuing down.

"That took longer than it should have, Lima. Next time you take more than 20 minutes, neither of us will be happy, am I understood?" He stared blankly in front of him and Lima nodded, walking back up the stairs.

"Wow. There's actually a bump." Wendy almost seemed shocked as she stared at Erza's belly. Coconut oil had been rubbed into her skin, by none other than Jellal. "You guys fucking suck."

"Suck my dick, short ass mother fucker. That's what happens when you're pregnant, try being in my situation and then I'll hear you out." Wendy sighed at the woman's short temper. Likely a result of the human developing inside her stomach.

"I know how you're feeling right now. Juvia's gone, Jellal hates you, you got a huge wound." Erza rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, looking away from Wendy. "And you smell bad."

"Fuck you, you god damn blueberry." She groaned, laying down and pulling the covers over her torso.

"Sorry.. When will you be out?"

"I don't know, at least a few more weeks."

"Great. So I have to do all of your chores until you recover? You owe me. Where did Levy and Gajeel even go, she got pregnant and I'm not seeing either one of them since like... how many months?"

"Levy never stayed here in the first place. And Gajeel was the same, all they ever did was sneak out and hook up in the closets, why do you think she got knocked up in the first place? Fucking idiot."

"You literally did the exact same thing, whore."

"I don't want to hear it, you pathetic excuse for a loli, I hear all that bullshit you talk about with your boyfriend downstairs and it's pissing me off, you mother fucker. Keep that shit quiet, clearly the floor is thin if I can hear you breathing down each other's throats!!!" Wendy took a step back and was relieved to hear Jellal walk in the room, staring down at Erza and glancing at Wendy. "Oh, Jellal.. did you forget something?" Wendy scowled, her face contorting at the high pitched change in Erzas tone.

"You mother fucking simp-"

"No. And Wendy leave before I knock you out. You've been acting way too much like a rebellious teen lately." Jellal stated, not even sparing the smaller girl a look as she swore and left the room.

"That's what I said." Erza agreed. Wendy paused at the door, shoulders stiff.

"You guys can suck my fucking dick." She threw up her malignant finger and disappeared from their peripherals. Erza sighed when the girl was out of sight, patting down her blanket across her lap and lightly placing her hands over her stomach. Her thumbs rubbed small circled around the edges of her belly button. Jellal watched her closely as he closed the door behind him.

"That was nice." She whispered.

"No it wasn't. Did you forget I was here?" Erza shut her eyes, shaking her head.

"No. I'm talking about the massage. I appreciated it, thank you."

"Not for you." His reply was much too fast for his liking. She sighed, eyes visibly saddening with a shaky smile on her lips.

"I know." His heart twisted in his chest. "For the baby, right?" She paused her movement when he nodded. "Is it selfish of me if I said I wished it were for me?"

"I already know you do. And that's up for you to decide. The baby's fate is entirely in your hands and as of now, you can do whatever the hell you want with it."

"But how is this fair?"

"What?"

"Jellal, we murder for fun. How is that fair to our child? How will we let them have a normal childhood?"

"First, that isn't entirely possible. But I don't want you to think that our professions get in the way of how we raise our child. We don't kill for fun. We kill for money and the fun is just a bonus. I wouldn't kill if it wasn't a job I happened to enjoyed and neither would you." He pointed to the floor. "Wendy down there swapping tonsils with Romeo has been here since she was little. Her entire childhood had been nothing but murder and if you consider her normal, maybe I've got another thing coming. But none of us seem normal in any sense of the world to me, Erza." Erza thought about his speech for a few seconds before continuing her patterns against her stomach. Jellal exhaled deeply, locking his fingers together and looking down into his lap. "Listen, Erza." She didn't look up. She didn't want to listen. "I'm not sure I can be a good father-"

"Holyfuckingfuck." Erza's eyes were shot wide open, looking down at her stomach in complete bewilderment. Jellal's head shot up, he searched her face for pain or a sign panic.

"What? What is it? Is it the baby!?" He panicked just a bit without consolation before she seized his hand and placed it firmly against her stomach. He was tense for a long while as she waited. Slightly uncomfortable. "What are you doing?" The smallest of little kicks met the palm of his hand, below Erza's as she closed her eyes and hummed in happiness. He was going to cry. He thought he was crying. At the small kick of his child in his hand, he relaxed totally and completely. Erza held his hand tighter, a warm smile gracing her features. He was going to cry.

Wasn't he?

But he would rather die than admit that to any living being. He would rather not admit that he sang the little thing songs while it's mother was asleep and the lights in the building were all off, later in the night when she fell asleep with him by her side. And he did for the next 2 more months, as the baby grew and grew in Erza's stomach. She was now at a whopping 6 months and all seemed normal. Romeo still locked in the basement with beating marks coating his skin; some forming fresh scars that littered his body like ornaments. Though they were very occasional, his beatings were administered by none other than Jerome. Making them at least a bit more severe than they would be had anyone else given them.

"HE WHAT?" Natsu fumed as he stood abruptly at his desk, deep green eyes ablaze and nearly setting fire to the man in front of him. Jellal was calm as he wiped a bit of blood off of his cheek and wiped down the sword in his hand, tilting the blade back and forth to watch its reflection.

"Gray. He was captured by the police, hence his disappearance the past few weeks. It seems-" he paused to swallow the thick of anger caught in his throat. "They beat him for answers. Luckily he didn't speak a word, otherwise, this blood would be his and this news would be much worse. But it seems there was some other issues."

"Like what, Jellal!?"