Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own the Pradesh boys/family; that right belongs to Desna (who permitted me after asking them) to use them for my story.

Author's Notes: I have finally decided how many chapters this story will have. And I will not state the number here, but this will be on the shorter side for me. So, if you know the regular number of chapters I usually write, you have a rough guess. Now on to messing with fictional characters for my own self-gratification.

Lucy thought over the last two days in this strange new world. Or at least the two days she'd been fully cognitive and able to move about. Yesterday was the whole Q & A session that she had turned into an 'I-showed-you-mine-now-you-show-me your's-session.' Rather amusing to see that this world's version of the infamous Pradesh family were people of semi-good humor. Though what they called Magic was fairly rudimentary. As if Magic was just now trying to emerge from whatever little cocoon it had been stuffed in. And that was only confirmed by Grandpa Crux much later when she asked him about it directly.

The reactions they all had to Loke and Virgo, as well as their star dresses when she changed into them, were rather comical to her. Still, Lucy was concerned about the whole prophecy thing. It just didn't feel right to her. And thanks to her team and the guild, she was not too fond of things she couldn't control. IE surprises being one of them. But she would keep quiet on her actual thoughts until she knew more of this world and its various inhabitants. Something she was doing right now thanks to King Arman, who had been so gracious to gift her with a book on the history of their Country's various traditions.

Then again, it was the least he could do after the debacle that had happened earlier in the day. It had been decreed that she'd finally get to see the castle. The tour was given by all present and accounted for Pradeshs. Something that had her questioning how royalty functioned in this world. Because the last time she had tried to talk with Princess Hisui E. Fiore, the time had been very limited since she was getting ready for her own coronation. And King Arman was just well; he spent damn near the whole day with her. Of course, the moment he had taken his leave to receive a message, things went sideways on a shit show.

They'd reached Kaleb's lab, where he worked on his various inventions. All amazing pieces that either already existed in her world or were new and unique functioning pieces. Smartly she had kept quiet about giving some insights due to potentially messing things up. That and she didn't believe she would be in this world very long, or so she hoped.

Kaleb was brilliant and good-looking. However, he reminded her of Legolas from Lord of the Rings. Lunchtime had finally arrived, and it had been taken in Kaleb's lab. The serving girl had 'accidentally' dropped the knife, and Lucy herself had picked it up, not knowing any better. Only to see a dark smile on the young woman's face as shock, horror, and anger flickered across Kaleb's and Farron's faces. While on Xally, Cristoff, and Emzadi's were a mask of amusement.

From there, it was explained by picking up the dropped knife; she had accepted the duel the woman issued. It was not what she wanted to do, but the girl would not let it go. Claiming that she thought Lucy was really a spy and was just pretending about everything just to get close and make an attempt on the heirs to the Pradesh Kingdom. It was clear to Lucy that the young woman was jealous due to her being the center of attention. From there, the duel was set in motion. Having accepted 'unknowingly,' the right to pick the type and set the rules were given. And Lucy believed in the acronym K.I.S.S. (keep it simple stupid) for a damn reason.

In short order, she had demolished the poor girl before telling her that she had not an iota of interest in any of the royal family members and would be more than happy just to leave if it was permitted. Speaking rather loudly and pointedly. Knowing her request would be denied due to things explained about the prophecy. So, like with everything else, it was for her protection.

Closing the book after marking it, Lucy gave a soft sigh and snuggled down into the blankets of the bed she'd been sleeping in for the last week; Lucy thought about what had been told to her at dinner. That tomorrow afternoon, the missing members of the Pradesh Royal family would be returning, sans one who was interned into the Church in the Country. Smiling at the thought of getting to meet the rest of the family. Though she had noticed the looks that were exchanged between Arman and his children, Lucy was actually excited to see what kind of people they were. Since everyone she'd met so far was polite, if not quirky in their own way. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Lucy let sleep claim her.

000

She felt very warm, hot even. It was a familiar feeling. Squirming as she felt her heart flutter fast in her chest, Lucy slowly began to wake up. A small, soft mewl escaped her lips as she felt an arm draped over her waist. An amused chuckle from behind her had her sucking in air and holding it as she felt her breast press into a rather large, long-fingered hand. Which promptly gave it a quick squeeze before it shifted, and her nipple was pinched almost painfully. Causing small electric-like tingles to run down her spine.

It was at that moment that her mind snapped to full awareness. Recalling that she was not in her own bed and whoever this was, was not Natsu. Even though he invaded her space and hugged her, he never touched her inappropriately. Taking a deep breath to keep from panicking, Lucy wiggled her body as if trying to get comfortable again. Glad that whoever this pervert was that they loosened their hold to allow her. Letting a feral grin that would make Erza proud appear on her face, Lucy went into defensive action. Thanking whatever gods that be for her having finally gotten some self-defense lessons in.

000

He had been shocked when he had climbed through the bedroom window, after scaling to the second floor, and saw a lump in the middle of the bed. A bed he knew that should be empty by technicality. But he wasn't going to complain as he moved away from the window, taking note of how the moon's light caught the person's distinctive feminine curves in the bed. It wasn't completely strange to find someone sleeping in his bed after sneaking in there. So, of course, taking the incentive for what it was, he had stripped down to nothing but his undergarments and slid into the bed.

Grinning as a sweet smell of flowers and something foreign, yet enticing, filled his nose. Careful to not wake up his companion, he scooted close to them and draped an arm around them. Amazed at how soft the skin was while encountering odd sleeping garments. It had given him just a second of pause before slipping his hand up the satiny material covering a rather large breast. Not recalling any of the castle's female staff having such massive tits. Then again, they were always getting new staff because of his father's and mother's kindness. So, the girl probably heard tales of his skills and decided she wanted a sample.

Smiling as the girl shifted before a cute little growl came from her. It had him chuckling, which had her taking a deep breath and filling his hand further, which he took as an ascent to continue. So moving his hand, he enjoyed the small shiver he pulled from the girl as he tweaked her nipple. Causing her to move and press her back and very plump ass against him.

In the next second, pain was exploding through his rib cage, making him loosen his arm from around the girl. Just to have her roll over towards him, giving him a brief look of large dark-colored eyes before he felt her feet on his stomach before she thrust her legs out straight. He had barely been able to flex his abdominals to reduce potentially bruised organs or fractured ribs. The force of the close-range double kick had him flying backward off the bed and into the far wall of his bedroom.

All while the girl sat up, screaming 'pervert' as she fumbled around under the pillows for something. Sitting up slowly, face screwing up in pain from his impact on the wall, and the girl's screaming was loud enough to wake the dead. Once he was upright, he placed a hand just above his belly button and tentatively pressed at the now tender flesh. Biting back a groan as he heard the sound of doors opening and feet rushing towards his room. Closing his eyes as the door was violently flung open and lightly filtered through his closed lids.

"Lucy, what happened?"

"Lucy, are you okay?"

"Lucy!"

"Vander?"

Cracking an eye open, he looked at his eldest brother, who had said his name in confusion. Letting his trademark grin appear on his face as he looked at his father and siblings, who were just staring at him with varying looks of exasperation, confusion, and annoyance.

"Hey, I am home," he said.

Then let his gaze get serious as he looked from his family to the little miss who was now kneeling in the middle of his bed, holding a strange tube that looked like it had been the handle of something at one time. Now able to see her much clearer with the torchlight from the hall, he saw her face was flushed, her eyes were a rich golden-brown, and her hair was a very pale blond framing a heart-shaped face.

"Is that all you have to say? Dammit, Vander, you could have just brought the message yourself earlier instead of causing chaos at two in the morning," Kaleb griped at him, making Vander smile wider.

Not looking at his brother as he lifted his other hand and flipped Kaleb the bird while continuing his perusal of the girl, Lucy, in his bed. Seeing she was wearing a tiny little undershirt that barely covered her impressive chest, as well as what looked to be boy shorts for a child that hugged more than generous curves. Curves he wouldn't mind touching again.

"So... Can anyone explain why there is a whore in my bed? And why did she attack me?" he asked.

There was a collective groan as he watched rage fill the girl's face. If he thought her face was flushed darkly before, now it was a dark crimson that bordered on purple. Which, in his opinion, was pretty damn impressive, considering what he did for a living.

"Vander, get yourself up and let Lucy get back to sleep. You can room with Farron for the night after Xally checks you out," His father stated.

Knowing that tone, Vander frowned as he looked at his father. This was his bedroom, his bed. Why the hell was he being told to leave it? Who the hell was the chick that his father would allow her into his private space? Narrowing his eyes as he stood, cringing at the pain in his back and stomach. He'd get his answer before he fell asleep, of that was for sure.

"No, Dad, I won't do a damn thing for him," Xally spoke up, laughter tinting her voice, though her eyes were cold as she looked at him. "He is always pulling stuff like this. I think he deserves to suffer for it. Besides, Lady Lucy was only defending herself. If Van had come home earlier, then we could have relocated her."

He was in shock as Cristoff nodded his head in agreement with Xally. He didn't have to look at Farron or Kaleb to know that they'd agree. While Emi just shrugged at him, silently telling him, he was on his own. Chafing him more as he shot a dark glare at the girl in his bed who was watching him through narrowed eyes. And the aura she was giving off was rather impressive but was not at the level of killing yet. Shaking his head, he made his way to the door and slipped between his siblings and into the hallway, making his way further down it to Farron's room. His ears caught the soothing words of both sisters, Cristoff and Kaleb's. The last is a bit shocking.

TBC!