AN: Hey guys! LadyPlague here! It seems a lot of you really enjoy my Twin Souls story since it received the most follows and such in the time period before I post another update. After I update this one, I shall update Warriors Soul and then Monsters Of The Universe which I am abbreviating to MOTU. Please give me some reviews so I know if you like how the story is progressing. Tell me some things that maybe you don't like as well! I'm very open to constructive, key word constructive, criticism. Well here is the update and I do hope you enjoy it! I promise there will be an actual plotline it's just going to take awhile to get to it. I just want to add a lot of fluff and a lot of drama first. It makes things exiting!

Azalea P.O.V

A small whimper of pain escapes my lips as I sit on the couch in Laxus' living room. After Laxus decided he'd take me to his house, we tried walking but my body was so sore I couldn't do it. I had tried to put on a brave face and deal with the pain, but I couldn't. Laxus ended up picking me up and using his lightening to teleport us to his home, the experience would have been breath taking had my body not been screaming at me in pain.

I let out another whimper, as Laxus returns from his bathroom, into the living room, a small metal box in his hand. A frown is etched into his face, it saddens me to see it, I don't like seeing him upset. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

He sits on the coffee table in front of the couch I'm currently sitting on. He sighs lowly. I give him a small smile and lightly press my fingers against his chin. His beautiful blue eyes gaze into my red ones. "Don't be so upset, Sparky. I'm okay."

He growls. "I don't think you being bruised up and in pain, is you being okay."

I roll my eyes at him, "Trust me, Laxus, this is nothing compared to some of the shit I've been through." Another growl rips from his throat.

"That doesn't make me feel better." I sigh and shake my head at his response.

He doesn't say anything, he looks at me up and down trying to gauge my injuries. With a grunt he opens up the first aid kit. He takes out a bottle of peroxide and some gauze. Very delicately, his fingers brush against my face, and he tilted it to the side. He put some of the peroxide on the gauze and gently wiped off a cut on my cheek. I grit my teeth so I don't let out a hiss. When He's done wiping off the various cuts on my face, he takes a butterfly bandage and places it over the deepest cut on my cheek.

He looks down at my hands, taking both within his, He kisses my bruised and cut knuckles lightly, before cleaning those off as well. When he's done he takes a large roll of gauze and wraps up my hands. Finally he takes a rag, and takes a bottle of water, and uses it to wet the rag. I raise an eyebrow at him in question but he doesn't say anything. He brings the damp rag to the center of my face and I close my eyes, as he wipes it down. I smile slightly realizing that he's washing the makeup off the mark on my face. He pulls the rag away, and lightly traces the mark with his index finger. I close my eyes with a contented sigh.

Laxus P.O.V

As I look at Azalea, I can't help but to let my anger bubble. I try to hold it back the best that I can, as she closes her eyes while I trace the mark on her face, identical to Bickslows. Some fucking mate I am. Not even a fucking day with her and I already let her get hurt. When her eyes snap open and she glares at me, I realize I had been emitting a series of low growls. Well…fuck.

"Whatever you're thinking: stop it." She hisses at me.

I growl louder this time, pulling my hand away from her face and crossing my arms over my chest. "You're hurt."

She huffs. "Barely."

I growl at her, "It's my job to make sure you don't get hurt."

I watch as she rolls her eyes at me. "It's not your fault, Sparky. There will be times were you can't always protect me. That's life. I can protect myself just fine. Had I not been so focused on not killing the damn fire ass plug, I wouldn't have been hurt."

I snort at her reference to Natsu.

She continues speaking, "I could feel your hesitation to attack your guild mates, Laxus, it's not your fault. Besides you'll get yours. Gajeel did say something about him facing some sort of; dragon justice, when whoever Wendy is, gets back."

I sigh, and my muscles finally release the tension, that's been in them since we left the guild. "Wendy is the youngest dragon slayer. She's 12. The sky dragon slayer. She's a sweet girl." Azalea nods at me with a smile on her face. It catches my breath, Mavis is she beautiful.

She pats the couch cushion next to her, gesturing for me to join her, and who the hell am I to deny that? I quickly sit beside her and pull her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her small frame. She nuzzles her face into my chest, and sighs contently. I lightly rub her back as we sit in silence. It's nice not having to fill the void with chatter. Any other girl I've been with, not in relationships, never did those before, but just to fuck and be done, all they did was talk, it was fucking obnoxious. They never talked about anything of importance. It was shallow shit that grated on my every nerve. I doubt I'd have that problem with Azalea. If I did the fuckin forces that decided to make her my mate, have a sick sense of humor.

I look down at her and notice that her breathing has evened out; she's sleeping. Carefully, I stand up, cradling her in my arms. I make my way to the staircase in my house and walk up them, till I reach the landing, and walk to the very back door. I open my bedroom door and bring her over to the bed, carefully laying her down on it. I pull off my shirt, and join her in bed, pulling her into my side. She curls up closer to me, and I kiss the top of her head, before closing my eyes, and letting the darkness cover me.

Lucy P.O.V

Bickslow has been standing in my apartment, leaning against the front door, sense we got her an hour ago. He hasn't said a word. His face is completely blank. I sit on my couch, watching him, with my legs pulled up, resting my chin against my knees.

I feel so angry and sad at the entire situation. I can't believe my team acted like that. They should know better. I'm an adult and can lead my own life. That's not what angers me the most though, it's the fact that Gray, Erza, Lisanna, Levy, and out of everyone, Natsu, disregarded everything they have ever said about nakama. They're supposed to support each other and love each other! How could they just attack fellow guild members? It makes no sense to me. They aren't the mages that I thought they were. Then the almighty weight of the thought that I had been suppressing, weighed down on me so heavily that I thought I would create a crater in my apartment. It's all my fault. A strangled sob escapes my lips, and Bickslow's eyes snap towards me.

I feel the tears start to cascade down my face as I look at him. "I…I'm so sorry, Bickslow." I sob and bury my face in my knees. I hear movement but it doesn't register what it is, until a set of arms wrap around me.

"Don't cry, Cosplayer. Please don't cry." He whispers to me as he pulls me closer to him. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

I sob harder. "It's all my fault. They wouldn't have attacked if not for me! And oh Mavis! Azalea must be so pissed, she got hurt!"

Bickslow's arms hold onto me tighter, pulling me as close to him as he can. "Don't blame yourself for their actions, Lucy." My eyes widen at the use of my name. He never uses my name. "It's not your fault. They…they just couldn't see past what I had done and, they were worried about your safety. I understand."

My anger starts to bubble up to the surface. I pull away from him an look at his face. "No! That's wrong! They preach about nakama and how much they love their family in the guild, and that includes you, Bickslow! They forgave Gajeel and Juvia! And they did worse to me than you did. You and I fought and I won! You didn't senselessly beat the hell out of me! They aren't who I thought they were! If they can't except you then I don't need them!" I shout the last part realizing that, I'm right. They aren't who I thought, they don't currently deserve my forgiveness of them and I'll be damn if I stay on a team of hypocrites.

Bickslow looks at me wide eyed. The shock evident on his face. "Lucy…"

"As of tomorrow they'll have my resignation from team, Natsu. I can not forgive them for this. Not just because of you, but also because of Azalea…they hurt her. Natsu went against dragon slayer law. They were wrong, and it's unforgivable."

Bickslow P.O.V

Looking at Lucy I see so much determination on her face. I can't believe how she's reacting. I never thought it would have gotten to this extreme with her team and mine. She's right though, we screwed up, and we know it, but I never beat the hell out of Cosplayer like Gajeel had, and they welcomed him pretty quickly. It's actually really infuriating the more I think about it.

I place both my hands on both sides of Lucy's face and pull her close to me. I lightly place my lips against hers. I feel her entire body relax as she slowly starts to kiss me back. She leans into me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I feel her smile against my lips. She moves, so that she can wrap her legs around my waist and I groan feeling her body pressed closely to mine. She's going to be the death of me. I can tell. I pull away from her slowly. She smiles at me. It's her magnificent smile, but for the first time, it's reserved just for me.

"Thank you, Cosplayer." She tilts her head to the side.

"For what?"

"Sticking up for me. I know it doesn't seem like it, but the lack of trust the guild has in me and my team…it hurts."

Her smile softens and she lightly kisses the bridge of my nose, right on the center of my magic mark. "Bickslow…I love you, of course I'll stick up for you, against anyone."

My breathing hitches and it feels as if my heart is going to pound out of my chest. "You…you love me, Cosplayer?"

Her face reddens and she nods. "Why is that so surprising? I've been pining after you since Fantasia and…we're soul mates, right?"

I nod at her. She looks at me, very unsure. I'm a fucking retard. "I love you too, Cosplayer." I don't think I've ever seen her smile as bright as it is right now. Before I can brace myself she flings her arms around me, knocking me to the ground, with her on top. I let out a groan at our position, as she accidently rubs against my crotch. Fuck Cosplayer.

She crashes her lips against mine, and once more grinds against me, I moan into her mouth, causing her to pull away with a flushed face. "I…I…sorry!" She squeaks.

"Damn Cosplayer, if you wanted to be on top so bad all you had to do was ask!" I grin at her, my tongue lolling out of my mouth. She huffs and gives me this adorable pouty look thing. I smirk up at her and her eyes widen as I quickly wrap my arms around her and flip us, so that I'm pining her to the floor. "Are you a Cosplayer on purpose? Do you do it to torment me? All that sexy little numbers you wear, you do it to tease me don't you?"

Her face is flushed and she's looking at me through have lidded eyes heavy with lust. I grind my hard on against her panty clad core. Her short skirt not acting as any type of barrier, she moans softly.

"M…maybe sometimes I do it on purpose." I feel her grinding her hips against me.

Oh she's such a little minx. I grab her hands and pin them above her head. I press myself harder against her core as I slide my tongue up from her collarbone to her chin. I feel her shiver underneath me, and her delicious sounding moan enters my ears. That's right, Cosplayer. Just you wait till the day that we seal our bond.