Hello everyone and welcome to MidLu Week!

GemNika and I have been so excited for this week to get here and have been working non-stop to get this ready for you guys! I hope to see a lot of other MidLu work out there to celebrate their awesome love.

But on to the reading!

As always, I don't own Fairy Tail or the music but I do own the plot

Day 1 - Birthday

"Night guys," Lucy smiled as she opened the door to her apartment. "Thanks for walking me home."

Laxus grinned as he slipped an arm over the shoulder of his raven haired boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't mention it Static, couldn't let our little sister walk home alone after drinking."

"Yea," Gajeel smiled drunkenly as he leaned on the taller man for support. "Happy Birthday Bunny."

Lucy smiled and moved to lift onto her toes, pressing her lips to the raven haired man's cheek before repeating the same to the much taller blonde male. "Thanks you guys," She said as she pulled away. "Now go on and get yourselves home. I'll see you guys tomorrow sometime." With a final wave, she watched them move off down the street before slipping inside her apartment to close and lock the door behind herself.

Her smile faded as she leaned against the wooden barrier, a frown settling in its place. She'd had a wonderful surprise party. She'd never imagined that her team and adopted brothers would go to all the trouble of planning something so elaborate. They'd managed to pull together a huge party with friends coming from everywhere, she still wasn't sure how they'd snuck it past her. Lamia Scale, Sabertooth, Mermaid Heel. Crime Sorciere had even taken part. A disheartened sigh slipped from her lips as she pushed up from the door. Half way through the night Cobra, Midnight, Sawyer and Sorano had disappeared without so much as a goodbye. Probably all went off with their own significant others.

The thought hurt a little. Another year gone by and she was home alone, again. Everyone seemed to have someone else to call theirs, someone else to continue their celebrations with. After a never ending line of failed relationship attempts, she was still single. Perhaps next year. She'd hoped this year would be different. But then that went out the window when the one person she was crushing disappeared from the festivities. It still boggled her as to why, out of all people, she'd find herself attracted to the makeup wearing, narcoleptic reflector Mage. But there was no denying she wanted him.

He was an ass who'd tried killing her, tried wiping out the entire human race twice. He could easily be called a megalomaniac just for that alone. His clothing choices and cosmetic perfection only further supported that. Hell, even the floating carpet he used to ride on even gave credence. All so he could catch a nap in style. But, she saw past all of that. Since he'd joined Jellal's merry band of rejects, she'd gone often with Erza to visit and came to see he was much more than that. He was funny with his dry sense of humor and witty remarks. He showed respect and admiration for his teammates that went beyond a shared goal or loyalty. He was smart, amazingly so. Countless conversations with him left her believing that he just might border on the edge of pure genius. Despite his past, he was always kind and considerate to her. Hell she'd even managed to get several smiles out of him on different occasions.

That was what sealed the deal for her. His smile. The prison hardened man with a troubled past melted into boyish charm. Perhaps it was just a schoolgirl crush for her, but damn it all if that dimpled grin of his didn't threaten to drown villages of toddlers in her panties. She was sure at times, just being around him, she could probably give Aquarius' water jug a run for its money. It could give that star dress form a whole new meaning. The thought made her chuckle as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and made her way to the bedroom. She needed a shower or a long hot bath and then she'd do what she normally did. Pop in a movie, cuddle with her body pillow and watch some psycho with a chainsaw or axe kill people until she fell asleep.

She walked into her dark bedroom, kicked her shoes off by the door and began pulling clothes off as she blindly made her way to the dresser. It was a huge perk of not rearranging her furniture. After years of the same routine, she knew it by heart. Laundry bin just inside the door, opposite of the bathroom. Twelve paces to the dresser, nightclothes in the left top drawer and underwear in the right. Shirt, skirt and panties tossed to the hamper, bra tossed over the top of the mirror. She pulled the pins from her hair and dropped them in the tray on her dresser top. She turned for the bathroom and got just to the door before she stopped just shy of grabbing the knob. She blinked. What…was…no, surely not. Clutching the sleep shorts and cami to her chest, she slowly backed up and turned to glare at her bed. No fucking…what the fuck?

The full moon bathed her bed in light, illuminating it perfectly. Her eyes traveled over dark hair, her throat working hard against the sudden dry conditions as she caught sight of the moonlit glow on white. That perfect profile. Long, luscious onyx lashes laid over porcelain skin. High, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, the flawlessly straight nose that flared ever so slightly at the nostril opening. Full, raven tinted lips that were gently parted and the almost dainty jaw line. I'm dreaming. I drank till I passed out and now I'm dreaming. She was tempted to pinch herself but her eyes demanded to explore the exposed torso. The thin, toned chest rose and fell evenly as it led down to a flat stomach. The faint lines of muscle being cut were visible despite being at rest. Perfectly rounded shoulders led to slender but muscular arms, one thrown up over his head while the other was bent and his black fingernail tipped hand splayed across his stomach. His long, lean legs jutted out from straight hips. The cut of muscles that rested in between those bitable hips disappeared under a large red box that was topped with what looked to be a jet black bow.

Her lips parted but she quickly clamped a hand over it, unsure if it was a squeal or a scream that would belt out. And all truths laid bare, she was afraid of both. She stood, motionless, as she contemplated what to do. The fact that she was equally as naked as the man on her bed completely slipped her mind as the clothing she'd been grasping fell to the floor. How…when… "No way," she whispered. This was either a really strange dream where she'd creep over only to have him fly up and turn into some hideous winged creature from hell. Or Natsu because that shit has happened before and was scary as fuck. Or, this was some kind of strange joke or prank. She started to glance around the room but quickly gave herself a mental punch in the face. It was nighttime, in a dark room. If there were indeed a lacrima video recorder in there, she'd never see it and they'd be sure to place it somewhere inconspicuous.

"Macbeth," she called out in a whisper. She waited to see if he'd at least stir and got nothing but the even sound of his breathing in reply. She called out his name again only to get the same response. Her teeth captured her bottom lip and nervously worried it. It was no secret that the guy slept like the dead but surely something had to rouse him. Hesitantly, she inched closer to the bed. The open window above clued her in on how he'd gotten in. But she didn't exactly see him streaking through the streets of Magnolia to break the law further by climbing in her window. Scaling a brick building nude didn't exactly suit his style. The fact that she didn't see a stitch of his clothing anywhere told her he'd most likely come in naked. But how?

When she was close enough to reach out and touch him, she did so by lightly tapping his shoulder. "Macbeth," she cringed. She just knew at any moment he was going to wake the hell up and startle her ass. "Come on. Midnight!" She said a little loud only to sigh when again there was no response. It seemed very clear that he wasn't budging. With a shake of her head, she turned but paused as her eye caught on something sticking out from under the arm slung over his head. Carefully, she reached out and her fingers met with the edge of paper. She gave a little tug and of course, it wasn't pulling free. Wincing, she used her other hand to gently lift his arm only to let it fall back to the pillow when the paper was out from under him. She unfolded the page and her eyes instantly narrowed on the words written in all too familiar handwriting.

Happy Birthday Alice. Love you like Erza loves cake and more than your brother loves Gajeel's dick, hope you enjoy. Erik, Sawyer and Sorano.

"Stupid Jackasses," she chuckled. "Well that explains where they disappeared to."

P.S. DON'T look in the box.

A small chuckle of disbelief slipped from her lips as her eyes immediately went to the box in question. Leave it to that stupid dragon slayer to do something like this. He KNEW how much she hated being told not to do something. It triggered the ever active inquisitiveness that more often than not got her into trouble. She knew it was no big secret that she was definitely the cat just asking for death. Unfortunately, unlike cats, she only had one life. He'd added that in just to goad her into looking. She knew it as surely as she knew she was Lucy Heartfilia, Celestial mage and proud member of Fairy Tail. She glanced down at the paper and then back at the box again before looking at the peacefully sleeping face of one Macbeth Fernandez. She liked that he, like the other three, had taken Jellal's last name. It made them a family, something they all deserved and needed.

Her lips thinned as her eyes darted back to the box. Her fingers twitched with the desire to reach over to pull off the top. Just one little peek wouldn't really hurt, would it? She gave a shake of her head. "Nope. Not gonna do it," she said aloud as she turned back for the bathroom. "I'm going to be a good girl and not let my curiosity get the best of me."

She forced herself to walk, to move. She could resist. She had to, he was sleeping so it wasn't exactly fair to him. But he's sleeping. He'd never know, just one quick peek to see what's in the box. Her feet stopped just inside the bathroom door. "Lucy…you can do this. You will not…" She didn't finish her sentence as she turned and noiselessly made her way back into her bedroom and over to the bed.

"Mid…Macbeth," she said rather loudly. "If you don't wake up then I'm pulling that box off your lap." No response came, not even a twitch or hitch in his breathing. "You'll be naked." Again, nothing. "I'll see your dick. All three inches of it." She couldn't help but laugh. She had no clue how well or not so endowed he was. Nor would she go taking advantage by checking him out while he was asleep. Even if she did want to see. But he didn't know that. Still no reply came. "Ok," she said as she slowly reached for the lid. Her eyes remained trained on his face. He really is so damn sexy. "Last chance. Open those beautiful crimson eyes or I'm looking." Her fingers found the edge of the lid and when still nothing came, her eyes slid over his naked chest, stomach and came to rest on the box. Her fingers lifted at the lid and it easily moved, allowing her to pull it off. Her eyes darted back up to his face once more and she nervously bit her bottom lip. "Seriously. Last chance…"

Lucy didn't wait for response as she leaned over and peered into the box. Her jaw dropped and her eyes blinked a couple of times. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed as she set the lid back down. Her pulse was racing and she swallowed hard to keep the squeal that bubbled up at bay. That… She lifted the lid again, thinking surely she did not just see what she thought she saw. But there it was again, in all its glory. And glorious it was indeed. He was easily a good eight inches, not overly wide but just thick enough to make her insides clench in anticipation. It didn't even occur to her to question why he'd be perfectly hard in his sleep but thank the gods he was. The flawlessly flared tip had her mouth watering and she instantly wondered if it felt as velvety as it looked. The shaft had just the slightest curve forward, towards his body with a single, prominent vein that ran up the length. She felt herself moisten at the prospect of feeling him slide into her. "That…oh god…"

"Is that a good god or bad?"

The sound of his voice froze her in place. God even sleepy his damn voice sounds like se…LUCY! HE'S AWAKE YOU MORON! A delayed, but startled scream burst from her lips as she threw the lid towards the heavens and jumped back. Her foot caught on the pima cotton cami she'd dropped earlier and she suddenly found herself flailing backwards only to land on her ass with a groan. "Oh god! Oh fu- Midnight I am SO sorry!"

"For what?" He questioned, his normally smooth voice gravelly from sleep. He pushed himself up with one arm as the other hand rubbed at his eyes. "Not every day a guy gets woken up by a very naked Lucy."

"I am not na-" Her words cut off as she looked down at herself. Thanks to the box, he was wearing more than she was. An ear piercing screech filled the quiet bedroom as she scrambled in attempt to cover herself with the only two pieces of cloth near her. A little cami that didn't quite reach her navel when on and sleep shorts that she knew showed the bottom curve of her ass cheeks. Of all the times to be naked and she couldn't even blame this one on Natsu or pervy dragons. It was all her doing. "Someone just shoot me now please," she groaned.

"I'd ask how the two of us came to be in your apartment, naked. But something tells me this has Cobra's name written all over it."

She lifted her head and gestured to the paper that was teetering on the edge of the bed. "Sawyer and Sorano were apparently his accomplices."

He picked up the paper and flipped it open, a small chuckle slipping out. "Don't look in the box huh?"

Sploosh. Heat set in her cheeks as she lowered her head. Why did he have to go smiling like that? While she was naked? "Yea," she mumbled as she tried to magically melt the cloth to her skin to no avail. "About that…" A full bellied laugh rang out in the room and she lifted her head in shock. It wasn't a sound he made, ever. The gods truly were out to get her because she found him sporting the widest smile she'd seen to date. Full on deep set dimples, eyes crinkled. She was never going to be able to leave the spot she was in because she was pretty damn sure there was a puddle the size of the Calm Lake sitting beneath her.

"It's really alright Lucy," he laughed. "I'm just sorry you had to come home to find some strange guy in your bed, naked no less."

"With his dick in a box," She chuckled awkwardly. "You forgot that part."

Macbeth looked down at the box and shook his head with a sigh. "I'm think we should ban that slithery little shit from YouVids."

"If I owned the website," she chuckled.

A mischievous gleam set in his ruby reds. "No need. I know his passwords and parental locks are a bitch."

"That's pretty evil. Remind me to never get on your bad side," she chuckled before realization hit as to what she'd just said. All humor fled as she saw a flicker of something pass over his face and he looked away. Way to go Lucy. Open mouth, insert a giant fucking dildo because you're too busy stepping in shit. "I-I didn't mean that," she dejected in a slump. "Really, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

"No. But…" His word hung on the sigh that slipped out. "I'm the one that should be saying sorry."

"You don-"

"Yeah Lucy," he cut in to silence her as though he knew what she would say. "I do need to say it. Every day really for all the shit I've done." He gave a shake of his head before glancing around the room. "I…do you know where my clothes are?"

Yep Lucy, way to kill the mood and then you wonder why you're still alone. Perhaps it was the alcohol but her loneliness only seemed amplified as tears stung under the lids of her eyes. "No," she whispered. "I came in and found you...well…like that. No clothes."

"Oh. Well…"

When his words trailed off, the room fell into an eerie silence. She'd effectively put an end to any friendly ground they could have found. And that hurt but that seemed to be the story of her life. Chase off the good ones and settle on the rotten ones. Who needed to fight enemies when she had herself? She lifted her head, to peer over at him from under wet lashes and bit her lip. He looked as uncomfortable as she felt. But even still, he was gorgeous. If that was allowed to be used for a man. Sitting there, holding the stupid box to his lap, he still managed to make awkward look good. She watched as he fidgeted with the cumbersome object, an unexpected chuckle bubbling up when he winced as his arm slipped and jarred the box.

"And you laugh at my discomfort."

"No!" She chuckled as she waved a hand at him. "It's not…ok. So maybe a little but it's more than that really."

His eyes narrowed as he studied her for a brief moment. "You imagined paper cuts didn't you?"

She would have laughed had the horrible image of his cock, whose gloriousness was still vividly etched in her mind, covered in paper cuts flashed on the movie reel of her mind. It was enough to make her cringe. That would be a travesty. "Gods no! That bea-" She slapped a hand over her mouth and felt the heat flare in her face. The questioning arch of his brow and the slight upturn of a corner of his mouth only made it worse. Perhaps it was true, a drunk could tell no lies because she was incredibly loose lipped. "Yeah, no. I was NOT picturing that."

"So then you were picturing something?" He smirked.

"Ye-NO!" She stuttered, exasperated with herself. She really just needed to shut the hell up before she made it worse. "No, I wasn't picturing anything. Nothing at all, just a random thought."

He seemed to find amusement in her awkward embarrassment as he chuckled. "And what might that thought be?"

She shifted uncomfortable, the rug against her bare ass scratchy on her soft skin. She wanted to get dressed. She wanted her bath and her bed. She wanted a do over of the entire time since she'd walked into her room. "Well…don't judge me but I think this is the first time I think I've ever NOT had sex with the naked guy in my room."

"Seriously?" He questioned, his brows shooting up. "So you and Gray?"

She blinked. She hadn't really given Gray a thought and he had indeed been in her room naked before. But then the guy ended up naked where ever he went. It's what he did. "Ok so two."

"Yeah," he chuckled. His face almost looked relieved. "Kind of figured. He's pretty INTO Rogue from what I can tell."

"I seem to surround myself with gay men apparently," she chuckled without thought only for it to hit her once more. She'd done it again. Lucy. Chick. You REALLY need to get a hold of that tongue of yours. Her eyes widened and she instantly felt like face-palming herself. Really hard. Like knock herself out hard. "I mean not that you're gay. You're not right? Please say you're not. But if you are, that's perfectly fine. Nothing wrong wi-"

"Lucy!" Macbeth shouted to cut her off before full on laughing. With that fucking smile of his. "I'm definitely not gay. Completely into the fairer sex, I assure you."

Lucy smiled, almost shyly as she averted her eyes. She was afraid that if she didn't then she'd only embarrass herself more by drooling while staring at him. Or worse. The thought of throwing herself on him, naked or not, passed through her mind when he smiled like that. It certainly did not help matters any knowing exactly what that box of his concealed. "Well, that…that's good to know."

"Unless the woman I like suddenly grows a dick and then I'd have to re-evaluate that," he commented almost casually after a moment of silence.

Lucy's head snapped back up. So he does have someone…"Oh," She replied. She tried to keep the disappointment she felt out of her voice but she knew her poker face sucked. Royally. "Th-there's someone you're interested in?"

"Yeah," He shrugged as he eyed her. "She's the star among millions but doubt she'll ever go for someone like me."

She stared at him as if he'd grown a second head. What woman wouldn't want a guy like him? He was everything a girl would want in a guy. Smart, funny, generous, kind. So he had a past, the best men she knew did. "She'd be stupid not to Macbeth."

His head tilted inquisitively. "Why is that?"

"Well," She blushed. There was no way she could say all of that without giving herself away. And if there was someone he liked, she didn't stand a chance so it would just be uncomfortable between them. She'd rather have him as a friend instead of nothing at all. "You're a good guy, she's lucky to have you." She forced a bright smile and figured humor would be the best way to get away from the uncomfortable possibility of him knowing. "Of course, she could still have penis. It's pretty common now days you know."

He let out another bark of laughter, seeming to take the bait. "Well there's an easy way to find out."

I swear if it's someone I know and he asks me to check it out, I will deck him. Friend or not. "How?" She asked hesitantly

A devious smirk lifted one corner of his perfect, black lips as he gestured towards her with a nod of his head. "Lift those shorts and let me know if you see one."

Without thinking about it, she lifted the flimsy material in her lap and froze. Is he…did he… She felt a flutter of excitement and fear in her belly. Trying to keep the hope that wanted to blossom in her chest at bay, she cleared her throat and forced the straightest face she could manage. "She definitely does not have a dick," she replied as she lifted her head to look him in the eye. "Just one taco, no sausage."

He appeared to struggle with containing the hint of a smile that ghosted over his face as he gave her quick nod of his head. "I know," he replied flatly. "I saw her taco just a few minutes ago."

Lucy stared at him, a smile slowly pulling at her lips. It was her. He liked her. She suddenly understood why Mirajane squealed when she got excited. She wanted to squeal and jump up and down. Well, the latter she'd save for when she was dressed but still. Erik, you glorious fucking jackass. I could so kiss your face right now. He'd known. It was the only explanation as to why he'd done what he'd done for her present. It was suddenly the best birthday she had since her mom passed and she'd had great ones since coming to Fairy Tail. "You were a little right," she started in a whisper. "She doesn't really go for someone LIKE you." She saw his smile waver and her smile grew. "She'll settle for nothing less than the real YOU because anything less would be a waste. I know."

His smile broadened, those dimples deepening. "A waste huh?"

She chuckled and gave a shrug before pushing herself up from the floor. Her fingers released their hold on the cami and shorts, letting them fall to the floor as she moved to sit next to him on the bed. "Yea," she grinned as she glanced at the box. "No one else would give me such an awesome box for my birthday."

"But I did-"

She leaned over and pressed her lips to his to silence him. She loved seeing his eyes widen in surprise. "Sure you did," she smiled. "Cobra just helped you get here but it's definitely the best birthday present ever." The soft smile he gave her would have buckled her knees had she been standing and her breath hitched when his hands came up to frame her face. Gently, his lips met hers again and her eyes fluttered closed as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. The feel of his tongue sliding over it gave birth to a wave of goosebumps, a soft sigh slipping from her lips as his mouth slanted over hers. It wasn't a kiss of lust, hurried desire or hunger. It was almost reverent in the soft way his tongue mapped the seam of her lips before tenderly begging entrance to explore further. He melted her and stole the very air from her lungs as their tongue softly glided against one another. He smelled like apples, sage and sandalwood while he tasted like the darkest chocolate, raspberries and brandy.

He shifted against her before pulling back abruptly with a wince. "I…sorry but quick question. Was that a good god or bad earlier?"

Lucy's brows furrowed, perplexed by the sudden change in pace. He seriously did not stop kissing because of that! "A good one," she slowly drew out.

Macbeth pulled her to him to press his lips quickly in a chaste kiss. "Good, then I suggest you find me some clothing so I can get this thing off before it becomes a bad one."

She let out a laugh and glanced down at the box in question. "Just take it off, you're overdressed."

His hands shot down to grab her own, keeping her from touching the box. "Lucy. Love," he smiled when she gave him a confused look. "As much as I want to…um for lack of better words, fuck your brains out right now. You being naked has kept my dick hard and trapped in what is probably the worst cock ring known to man for the last hour." He paused and leaned his forehead against hers. "The shit hurts and I've been waiting for a couple of years now for you. I want to be able to enjoy every last second of it and worship you like you deserved…I think we can wait until morning."

It was like he'd turned up the heat and unlocked a part of her she didn't know existed. While others would probably scoff at his words, it was by far one of the most romantic…the sexiest things she'd ever heard. She pressed her lips to his as her heart burst into a thousand suns, warmth spreading through her. This was why all the others failed. They weren't a makeup wearing, carpet riding, narcoleptic reflector mage. "Definitely the best birthday ever," she thought as she pulled away and went to her closet. She was sure she probably had one of Gray's old shirts and probably even a pair of his sleep pants. They'd work till morning…

Midnight…with his dick in a box muwahahaha! Pervy Cobra, Sawyer and Sorano for leaving such a delicious present for Lucy. I think he handled it pretty well considering lmao!

And poor Lucy…so flustered she forgot she didn't have clothes on. Can't say I blame her for sneaking a peak *wink wink*

Tomorrow is Clock so stay tuned for that!

Don't forget…in just seven days!

~BixLu Week, November 2015~

GemNika and I have officially lost our goddamn minds. So, we've created BixLu Week, and decided that it should begin on All Souls Day. What better day to give our favorite Seith mage some lovin'? The dates are from November 1, 2015 – November 7, 2015. And here are the prompts:

Day 1: Fix

Day 2: Hidden

Day 3: Home

Day 4: Doctor

Day 5: Vendetta

Day 6: Fluffy

Day 7: Space

Please let me know if you're planning on writing for either of these pairing weeks, so I can make sure to check out your stories! Get those fingers to the keyboard and get to work! I know I'm extremely excited to see what you all write!

As always, please R & R!

Till tomorrow…Big hugs!

Princess Nana