Prompt: "I swear my house is haunted" + GaLu
Haunted
"I swear my house is haunted," is what Lucy had said when she'd climbed into his bed beside him just the night before, only making Gajeel roll his eyes and try and convince his girlfriend for the umpteenth time that her new house was not, in fact, haunted.
She'd been complaining about it for weeks, ever since she'd moved into the charming little inner-city cottage and started hearing the odd bump in the night. He'd told her countless times that it was just the age of her house showing, but alas, Lucy hadn't listened to reason and insisted that she had an unwanted house guest.
So that was how Gajeel came to waiting on the front steps of Lucy's little house, shivering and jumping up and down on the spot while he waited for his beloved girlfriend to hurry the fuck up and unlock the door. "Jeez, take your time, will you?" he muttered, his warm breath turning to steam right in front of him.
Lucy rolled her eyes as she finally got the door unlocked. "The lock gets stuck in winter, okay. Give me a break." She was going to get it fixed… one day. Pushing the creaky door open, she let herself in and switched on the lights, and held the door open for Gajeel, then closed the door firmly behind him once he was in.
As far as Gajeel could tell, everything was perfectly normal. No ghosts, no ghouls, no spectres. He couldn't help but give a tired sigh as he turned to his girlfriend, shrugging his shoulders as he shoved his hands back in his pockets. "See? I told you it wasn't haunted."
She made a face at him as she hung her coat up on the wall. "Patience, Gajeel. I'm telling you, it is," she insisted. "Just wait for it."
Indulging her, Gajeel took off his own coat and made himself at home. If he was going to wait it out for a ghost that didn't exist, he was sure as hell going to be comfortable while doing so. So, he went and helped Lucy in the kitchen as she made them a simple yet warm and delicious dinner, pouring each of them a glass of wine to go with it, and then returned to her living room so they could eat and watch a movie together.
It was halfway through that Lucy heard the first of the odd noises she'd become accustomed to hearing. She sat up suddenly, lifting her head from Gajeel's shoulder to turn and look back to her hall, where she thought the sound had come from. "Did you hear that?"
"It was probably just a damn cat, Bunny," he sighed. Those pesky creatures got into all sorts of trouble in the middle of the night.
"It wasn't a cat…"
Gajeel simply ignored her and went back to their movie, wrapping his arm back around Lucy's shoulders once she gave up and let her head fall to rest on him once again. It was only a few moments after that that the next noise occurred - a loud creak that definitely wasn't from a cat - and a strange chill settled in the room. Even Gajeel was shifting that time, turning to look over his shoulder and asking, "What the hell was that?"
"See! I'm telling you, this house is haunted!" Lucy hissed.
There was another creak then, followed by another one, and then the sound of a door slamming. "It's… It's just the wind." Gajeel gulped. He pulled the throw blanket up to his chin and tried to sink into the lounge. "Not haunted. It's just the wind. And your house is old as shit."
Lucy huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine…" she mumbled. But she knew better.
But that was when the pillow sitting on the armchair just next to the lounge suddenly fell to the floor, despite it being nowhere near the edge, and that was the last straw for Gajeel. "Fuck this fucking shit, I'm out of here!" Screaming, he shot up from the lounge, almost tripping over the blanket and his own feet in the process, and raced out the front door to jump in his car.
It was official. Lucy's house was haunted. And Lucy only sat there stunned for a moment, staring at the open front door that her boyfriend had just run straight out of, screaming like a little girl.