Rain poured from the roaring clouds outside Lucy's bedroom window. Perhaps it was hearing the raindrops hitting the puddles, or hearing the thunder scorching in the sky, but Lucy felt inspired to write. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to write.
It was dawn.
Natsu was lying asleep as if the roaring nature was his peace. His home. And he couldn't be more relaxed at the sound of its anger. For he understood it. Lived with it. As if it screamed so he didn't have to.
She, on the other hand... was pulled out of her slumber every time lightning struck.
But this was good. More than good.
She was sitting at her desk as she wrote and wrote away. Perhaps only her second time writing since marrying Natsu.
The first was after giving birth to Lucas. The foreign love that filled her heart as a new mother drove her to write that night. And only that night.
She needed to finish her novel. The novel she had been working on since she was 16.
It was almost done, but she had been neglecting it for too long now. Well, that was what she told herself, at least. Neglecting meant that she had the power to write—the inspiration, and she chose not to.
But that wasn't true. She didn't have inspiration. She had none of it. Her mind was but a blank wall every time she sat at her desk with a pen in hand.
But today, now... she could. And that meant that finally, finally... it was all over. Her mind was clear and her chest was free of worries. No more of her torturing father. No more of his conniving men. No more killing. No more fighting.
No more of anything. She, at last, could live a boring life. An uneventful, excruciatingly boring life with her husband and son. She could not wish for a better blessing, for that was all she wanted. A husband who went to work. A son who went to school. And for her to be a mother and wife of both—as she wrote her novel and novels to come.
She never wanted any of it. The trauma that rotted away at the roots of her life for the past few years. And now, she could finally let it go. With a clear mind.
With a clear mind that could now write. Write and write and write her days away.
She could not be happier.
Reaching for his parents' door knob, Lucas couldn't help but screech in excitement. He was finally home, and he couldn't wait to see his parents.
"Mama! Dada!" He yelled as he opened the door wide and ran his little feet to his parents' bed. Seeing them both asleep, he stood still. His Mama's head was laying on his father's bare chest, hugging her arm around him.
Was that what it looked like to be in love? Was that what love meant? Mama and Dada sure looked like it. He could see it. Even from such a young age, he could feel it. Their connection, their bond, their love.
And he couldn't be happier to be a part of it.
He jumped atop them both, awaking them from their slumber. He was never so patient. Especially because he missed them.
Lucy gasped awake. "Lucas?!"
"I'm back!" He giggled from his little place in between the both.
Natsu groaned awake. It was perhaps the first time in a very long time that he had a full night's sleep. If only Lucas knew.
Lucy laughed in surprise, "You're here!" Her smile was from ear to ear as she embraced her little boy in her arms, scooting back for space. Two days without him felt like two years. And the glistening in her eyes couldn't go unnoticed.
"Who dropped you off, buddy?" Natsu rose on his elbows. He, too, was glad to see his son. "I was gonna pick you up in an hour and take you to school."
Lucas turned to his father, pressing his back against his mother's arms, "I told Uncle Gajeel to drop me off on his way to work."
He chose to return home early? His parents shared a look of the same thought—their son felt homesick.
Natsu chuckled. "Come here," he said as he reached for his son.
"Hey! I'm not done hugging him!" Lucy slapped his hand away.
"Oh yeah? Well too bad." He reached for him again.
Lucy hugged her son tighter, not letting go as she furrowed her brows at her husband from between Lucas' neck and shoulder.
Lucas couldn't help but giggle at his parents' bickering for the next few moments.
He didn't fail to notice how his dad was smiling. Laughing, even. Between each sentence here and there. Between his teasing. For it had been a while since he'd seen him so happy. So light and rested. As if the weight of a million tons had been lifted off his shoulders.
Something was different about today, he felt. Something good. Whatever it was, it made his little heart flutter in happiness.
Lucy stirred her corn soup from behind the stove as she listened to some music on her vintage record player.
The record player that Natsu gifted her on their anniversary one year ago with all her favorite songs. Including the one she danced drunkenly to that one time at the Fairy Tail bar. He had to punch a guy that night, he recalled. All for that damned song. She couldn't help but giggle at the memory when it played.
Lucas was at school, and he wasn't coming home for another two hours. Natsu was at work for who knows how long. So this soup was only for her. Perhaps to feed her boredom more than anything. How lovely it was for her only worry was to not over-salt her soup.
Perhaps she did have things she could worry about if she wanted to. Good things. Like her publishing company. Granted, she only had two employees, but only one was needed for legitimacy. And to her defense, she had only built this company four months ago. And had barely been working on it since, for a lot happened. But now... she could.
After going knocking from door-to-door to all the publishing agencies she knew of asking them to invest in her ongoing novel and having the door closed in her face each and every time, she felt like she lost all hope. She needed an advisor. An editor. A publisher. She could not do it without them.
Natsu practically begged her to interfere—to use his connections and grant her an interview with the best publishing agency Japan ever knew of. Better than all those idiots she went to.
But she refused. She wanted to do this on her own. And he understood, for he once too wanted to test his own potential.
So he encouraged her to create her own publishing company instead—and hire all the best advisors, editors, and publishers Japan knew of. And to publish her novel herself. Why not. And he said he would be her first investor. Not because she was his wife, but because he believed in her.
Warmth spread in her chest every time she remembered him saying that. His support was everything to her.
Ding, her phone brought her out of her thoughts.
She looked over to her screen on the kitchen counter.
There he was.
'What are you doing?'
A smile couldn't help but creep on her lips.
'Cooking... What's up?' She texted back.
'Prepare an outfit for tonight. I'm taking you out.'
Just as she was about to respond, he texted again.
'Gray and Juvia will babysit Lucas. I'm taking him there after school.'
It was like he read her mind.
'Be ready by 8, alright, sweetheart?'
'I will. Can't wait.' She replied.
'See you soon.'
It was 8.
Perhaps it was her new dress, or the fact that it had been a while since she'd gone out on a date night with her husband, or even that Dr. Stevenson called with Natsu's curing medicine ready for pick-up...
But she felt that tonight... was going to be special.
She glanced at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. It had been a while since she wore red lipstick. A red dress, too. Dangling diamond earrings that matched the diamond necklace wrapped around her neck—the same one Natsu gifted her for Valentine's Day.
She felt bold.
And maybe it was time that she did.
Maybe it was time she reminded Natsu who he married.
Honk-Honk
There he was.
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Walking out of her house, she saw him leaning on his jet-black Ferrari that he never cared to drive.
Mmm. Laying eyes on him almost made her trip in her final step. It almost made her miss how he devoured her with his gaze—every inch of her, as she stepped closer. And closer. Even in heels, she was shorter. Perhaps a little annoying, because she wanted to meet him eye-to-eye for once. Raise her chin at him. But this would do.
"Fuck." He breathed as she approached him.
"Mm. I'm sure you do." She said, curling her lip.
Very bold, then.
He scrolled his lustful eyes down to her round and full breasts that were popping out. At her small waist, her bare thighs. Her legs. Then scrolled up his eyes to her bare neck. Her red lips.
Her cheeks and neck and ears turned hot. "A—Are you gonna open the door for me, or what?"
Then, he looked into her eyes. Those hazelnut, doe eyes. However much she tried, he could see right through her when looking into her eyes. He would see that innocent girl that was trying to play a game she knew nothing of. His game.
"You are... beautiful." His gaze softened.
Her cheeks heated aggressively.
"Just... Not sure if I'm gonna let you go out like that yet."
She huffed,
"What? You can't fight?"
He chuckled. Perhaps that spoke more than words ever could.
"You know how I get, baby." He leaned closer, placing his large hands on her delicate waist. "You don't want me gouging someone's eyes out for looking at you too long now, do you?"
Perhaps she had to think about it for a moment. Her husband's anger... that, she did not want to trigger.
He drifted her closer, pressing her body against his as he looked into her warm eyes, "I might not have the restraint and go even further. Because when it comes to you, I lose control of my sanity, sweetheart. You know that." He warned. "And with you looking like that..." he looked down at her breasts with raised brows.
"You will have restraint." She said, making him look up again. He couldn't help but watch how her red lips moved as she spoke.
Mhm.
"...Fine, then. But if anything happens, it'll be on your hands." He opened the door to her passenger seat.
She smiled as she rose to her tip-toes and laid a soft kiss on his cheek before she got in the car.
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"So, where are we going?" She said as she turned to her driving husband, laying her head back on the seat. It was one of the first times she'd seen him drive. And she loved it. Every moment of it. He was just... so sexy. She felt like she wanted to ride him more than she did his car. And it was sexy, too.
She crossed her legs in her seat, perhaps to south her tingling.
"Well, I'm taking you out for dinner first. I'm sure you're hungry."
That, she was. She never ate proper meals when it was just her in the house. So with Lucas being at his Uncle Gray's house all day, and with Natsu being at work... all she had was that soup.
And he knew her well.
"I am,"
"And then I'm taking you somewhere special. A place we had visited before, but I wanna show you something that you've never seen." He turned to her, looking into her eyes. "Something that is almost as beautiful as you are."
Wings fluttered and danced in her stomach, spreading warmth at her core.
His gaze, his words.
She couldn't help but feel like she was falling for him all over again. As if once wasn't enough. No amount of times was ever going to be enough.
He held her hand as he drove with the other and looked ahead. She couldn't help but play with his ring the whole ride over. Fidget with it. The one that his father once wore. It became his wedding ring. Heavy, thick, and of rhodium metal. Silver and black. The richest and strongest kind.
Perhaps it was just her poor vision, but she could have sworn she saw their initials L.N carved in the center of it.
But it couldn't be, right? So it became a passing thought.
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She ate the last bite of her chicken parmesan. She picked up her cloth and tapped her lips, "The food was great. Thank you."
He smiled. His eyes were a forest green and buttery yellow that reflected the candlelight, and his soft gaze laid on her chestnut ones. It made her nervous. There was so much love in his eyes. As if his mind, too, had been finally cleared. And he could focus on her for the rest of his life. Look at her with those eyes of his until the day they go shut. Perhaps he wouldn't say that aloud, but she felt it. That he would never take his eyes off of her. Not anymore, now that he didn't have to.
"I'm glad you liked it."
"How come we've never come here before?" she asked, turning to the view of the sea. "This place is beautiful."
Her hair looked warm and golden and her eyes were dripping with honey. An angel, he thought. A pure angel.
"There are many places I would like to show you." He said. "When it is time."
"Oh yeah?" She turned to him, crossing her arms on the table, "And what places are those?"
"I'll take you beyond the sea. To foreign places that most don't even know of." He said. "Maybe once our Lucas is grown up, I'll take you to places you only visited in your dreams."
And that, he did do.
"I can't wait." She smiled, a faint blush greeting her cheeks.
"And now... now that you're going to be better after taking the cure, we don't have to worry about anything anymore, right, baby? We'll be free?...
"Free to travel and live without worries?"
He was quiet for a moment, noticing the pain that was underlying her voice. The pain that was just waiting to be relieved.
"Right." He said.
She let out a sigh and smiled.
"Dr. Stevenson called and asked you to pick it up tomorrow. Please do not forget," she said.
"I won't, baby."
Suddenly, she felt a few wet tears rolling down her cheeks. They were sparkling against the reflection of the moon that lifted so high above in the night's sky.
He leaned closer in worry.
She smiled as she wiped them away with her fingers,
"No, don't worry. I'm just happy and relieved."
More tears escaped her eyes.
"Ugh. I'll need to powder up in the ladies room. If you'll excuse me," she stood from her seat.
Not to his surprise, she turned all the heads in the room. She was beautiful. And the issue was that she didn't even know the impact she had on everyone.
Natsu knew, however.
So he kept an eye on her as she walked to the restroom, making sure she was unbothered by any of these dickheads. He only looked away when she was in.
Perhaps she didn't have to worry any longer. But he'll always worry about her.
He picked up his phone and dialed in Dr. Stevenston's number.
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"Hello,"
"Hello, Mr. Dragneel. Is everything alright?"
"Yes, everything is good. Sorry to be calling you so late. I just wanted to thank you for telling Lucy there was a cure. I know that you are not allowed to lie as a doctor, so I appreciate it."
He sighed,
"I do not agree with what you are doing, Mr. Dragneel. She should know that your condition cannot be treated or cured, just tamed and slowed. Giving her false hope is not helping her."
"I beg to differ, Dr. Stevenson. She doesn't need to know anything."
"If you do not take the medications I prescribed you daily, then your condition will worsen. You cannot keep this from her forever."
"Goodbye, Dr. Stevenson. And thank you again." With that, he ended the call and let out a troubled sigh.
Her happiness and peace would come above all else, now and forever. And no one will take that away from her. Especially not him and his health.
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"Where are we going now?" Her smile was so bright and rested as she held onto his arms and laid her head on his shoulder, walking to who-knows-where on the patterned bricks. Her heels clicking with each step.
"I thought we didn't need the car since we were right by the sea."
"I had a feeling that was where you were taking me," she said, a faint blush greeting her cheeks.
She was hoping for it too.
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White sand hugged her bare feet with every step she took—he aside her as they held hands and walked down the endless shore.
They left their shoes and heels at the start of it, perhaps an hour walk back, for they had been lost in time as they talked and talked and talked.
For them, nothing was more nourishing and personal than the sea. Nothing was more special. The smell of fish and the salty air reminded them of their first date—where they ate by the sea, reminded them of the first time he told her he loved her, the first time he kissed her, of their wedding day, and of now and all the days to come. It was their home. Their space. It belonged to their bond.
And they will forever come here whenever they need to spend time alone. And for the years to come, they did.
"I'm surprised you didn't say anything to that waiter." She teased, looking at him briefly before looking back at the sand beneath her, watching her every step in fear of tripping on a rock as she did a bit ago.
He hummed. "I dealt with him while you were in the bathroom."
She looked at him in shock before she giggled and lightly hit his shoulder. "You never change."
"Do you want me to?" He said, raising his brows.
"No... never."
"Good girl."
She giggled. As she held his hand, she felt for his ring again. She held up his hand and looked closer at it. "Are those... our initials on your ring?" She asked.
"They're my parents' initials. Lilian and Naruki Dragneel." He said, turning to look into her eyes. "I thought it was fitting, no?"
She smiled, feeling a faint blush greet her cheeks.
"If they were alive, they would have loved you, you know." He said.
"Really?..." she felt her heart dance at that.
"Yes... really. If there is anything they would be proud of, it would be my choice of you."
She smiled. "They would be proud of you for much more than that." She said.
He wasn't so sure.
"Perhaps." He only said. "They would have loved to meet Lucas too."
"Ehmm." She gazed upon the sand again, watching her steps. Perhaps to avoid his eyes. "My mother too..."
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She laughed, feeling her stomach clench and hurt from how much she laughed.
"And then what?!"
"And then I made him walk home without his pants."
She laughed again. "All that for a sandwich?!"
"I don't mess with my food."
She breathed aloud in a means to calm herself, "Poor Gray... no wonder he hates you."
"You know, it might seem like him and I fight a lot, but he is the closest to me."
Her lids shot wide as she hung her jaw slightly open, looking at him in shock. Maybe she suspected it deep down. But for him to admit that?
"No... I couldn't believe it."
"It's true," he smiled and said. "He even was the one that offered to babysit Lucas today. He said him and Juvia wanted to 'practice managing a child' before she gave birth."
"Oh... so that's why he went there instead of Nala and Eliot's place with Levy." She said. "Mm. I hope it's a girl they have so we could set Lucas up with her and forever stay a family." Her eyes were sparkling with dreams.
"Why not set him up with Nala? He has the eyes for her." He said.
"He does?..."
Perhaps only a father could tell when his son was in love.
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"I know, I know. Maybe I'll hire Levy to be an editor at my company."
"And if not her, then there are a thousand others. Just say the word and I'll get you applicants." He said.
She smiled in thanks.
"Did I tell you that I finished my novel?..." she said, looking at him briefly. Perhaps to avoid his gaze. She was too shy to talk about her writing talent.
"You did? When?"
"Yesterday night..." she smiled. "Inspiration hit me and I just... couldn't stop writing. I only slept about thirty minutes before Lucas woke us up." She giggled.
He stopped in his tracks as he held her arm, stopping her too and turning her to him. He looked into her honey eyes and held her chin, "I'm proud of you, sweetheart." He said, laying a soft kiss against her lips.
The waves swooshed against the rocks as she slowly opened her eyes and looked into his leafy ones. She didn't like to admit it, but she needed to hear that. From him.
"Why did you take so long to kiss me?" She asked, lost in his eyes. Her gaze so soft and loving. Perhaps sad, a little, that this was deprived from her for so long.
He let out a breath.
"I... was afraid to kiss you."
Afraid?
That was the first time Lucy heard him say anything like that. Admit to anything like that.
She held her breath, as if any slight movement might influence his decision to talk. And she oh so wanted him to talk. To be vulnerable with her. Open his heart to her. The heart she knew he had. The heart she loved.
"Why?" She asked. Her voice soft and low.
"Because... I didn't want to admit my feelings. Not to you, but to myself." He said. "After what happened with Lisanna... I told you, I realized was empty. I couldn't feel.
"So admitting that I could... that was the scariest thing I ever had to do."
She swallowed. Her glistening brown eyes sparkling with light tears at his words.
"A—And... did you ever kiss anyone before me?" She asked, her brows slightly twitched towards each other at her question.
He smirked, "The only lips I ever touched are yours, sweetheart." He brushed his thumb along her bottom lip as he looked into her eyes.
She smiled as she felt her heart beat at that.
"I could only ever get so personal with you." He leaned in and she felt her face get hot as he laid his lips against hers again. Deeply. His fingers dug into her hair as he felt upon her soft and wet lips. She moaned as she felt him lightly suck her on bottom lip.
As they kissed, she felt her back-zipper slowly unzip down. She rolled her eyes open and narrowed her brows in concern of any sets of eyes on them.
"There's no one around." He breathed against her lips. "Let me make love to you."
She breathed heavily as she looked into his eyes and slowly smiled and nodded. She trusted him. She would give herself to him any time he wished.
He held the two straps of her dress and slowly slid them down her shoulders as he kissed her again deeply, till her dress fell to the ground and circled around her feet.
She was utterly bare. No bra. No panties. Nothing. She stood with her nipples poking out as she held his face and pressed herself against his chest, slipping her tongue into his mouth, feeling every bit of him.
Bold.
His hands gripped harder onto her waist.
It wasn't too long before she unbuttoned his shirt. Once she stripped him, she laid her hands against his broad and hard chest, feeling him up to his shoulders as she moaned at the touch of him.
He groaned as she felt him grow hard in his pants.
"Wait," he breathed.
"Hm?" She opened her eyes.
"Let's take a swim." He held her hand, leading her backwards to the sea for he couldn't take his eyes off of hers for even a second.
Her face was flushed. She softly turned her head left and right, and thankfully, there was no one in sight. Like he said. As if he would ever let her strip naked with a man's eyes on her. She nodded as she walked on the soft sand, to the sea. Her breasts lightly bouncing with each step.
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She wrapped her legs around his waist from under the blue, dark water as he kissed her bare and salty neck. Her head was tilted back as she felt him consume every bit of her.
His hard shaft poked her entrance from under, teasing her. She whined for him to go in. To take her. Licked his ears and whined, "Please..."
It was hard to resist her moans. He couldn't hold it any longer. So he slowly slid his length into her tight hole, and she moaned in pain at the feel of him stretching her insides. Three whole years and it still fucking hurt.
He was gentle, though. As much as he could be.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck as she breathed and moaned against his body. His thumb was flicking her nipple as he reached his tip into her end. And she was losing it.
He slowly slid back, and slid in again as he looked into her drooping honey eyes.
"I love you." He said. He slid back, and in. Back, and in. Grunting.
She felt the tip of his shaft reach the inside of her belly-button. Perhaps it was his shaft that was spreading warmth at the core of her stomach, but her heart and chest was warm and fluttering at his words. She felt high. High at the feel of every inch of him, and at the overwhelming love that she had for him.
"I love you so much." He said as he picked up his pace and thrusted and harder, forcing her eyes shut as she moaned towards the sky.
He caused the waves at the sea that night, for he fucked and he fucked and he fucked till her legs began to shake under water. His thrusts into her were so hard, she felt him rearrange her guts and reach her womb. Abuse it.
"I want a baby," he whispered and groaned into her ear. "I wanna get you pregnant."
Her whines and moans were so loud he could only take it as approval.
And so he did.
They didn't stop.
Not till dawn.
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She panted as she laid her head on his chest, hearing his fast heart-beats.
He felt the strength in him demolish too. But he held her in his arms, and brushed her hair with his fingers, allowing her to rest. Till he brought her out of the sea, and to the shore.
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Laying on the sand in his arms, she finally fluttered open her eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said.
She giggled as she slowly sat up. "Hey..." she couldn't stop from smiling. Especially since her womb was filled with him. Every bit of him. His warm cum. His sperm. His being.
"Wait, what time is it?" She said, narrowing her brows as she looked at her laying-down husband in confusion.
It was only dawn.
He rose on his elbows, holding her face and turning it to the sea. "Look."
And there lied the most beautiful tree made of all the colors of nature, glowing bright on a sail boat before her.
Her lids widened. "This... this is beautiful..." her honey eyes glistened at the sight.
He kissed her shoulder, brushing his fingers along her arm. "I thought you would like it. Lucas helped me rope it to the boat last night."
She laid her hand over her lips, feeling her eyes burn with tears. "You... I..."
They rolled down her check, and then over her hand. "I love you... so much... thank you..."
With that, they stayed sitting there for the next hour as she watched the tree sparkle and shine. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. Not even to hug him.
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They were finally clothed, although still damped and printed with sand all over there body as they walked back to where their shoes laid.
"Now, are you going to finally tell me what that novel is about?"
She smiled as she held his arm and walked, laying her head on his shoulder.
"It's about a little girl... her name is Nashi."
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝
Thirteen years later...
Nashi ran to his room, where he was wearing his watch before the mirror, readying for work. "Daddy, Daddy! I have a crush at school!" She announced.
His blood froze.
Did he hear that right?
Lucy nervously giggled from her place on the desk where she worked, wishing her daughter wasn't so naive to go and tell Natsu that. Anything but that.
She was only thirteen... and definitely not aware of how her father can be. Especially since he was always only so gentle and soft and loving towards her, for she was his Princess. But oh how naive she was to that other side of him.
Perhaps he would begin considering it at age twenty. No, forty. Better yet, she should wait for his death to even think about it. Because boyfriends will not be happening. Not as long as he was alive.
Lucas was leaning on the door, cursing at whatever higher power there was. He came in his parents' room to ask whether or not he could go on a trip with his girlfriend, Nala, this summer since he finally turned sixteen... but perhaps another time, for his dad wasn't going to be in a good mood. Not after that bomb.
"His name is Sting!" She looked up at her Daddy with a bright smile as a faint blush greeted her cheeks.
She looked like her mother, if it weren't for her salmon hair that flowed down to her waist.
Silence had fell upon the room.
Until Lucy bursted out in laughter.
"Deal with that kid Lucas, or I will." Natsu said. His words shredded through the air.
Nashi didn't seem to understand what he meant. Perhaps Daddy wanted to meet him?
"Yeah... I already did." He responded.
For he was his father's son.
The End
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