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Hiro Mashima is the amazing creator of FT. The plot is mine, enjoy Readers :)
Slowly, Lucy lowers herself into the hot waters of her bathtub, letting the coconut scented liquid work its magic on her sore limbs. Letting her mind wander, Lucy thinks back to her time and the gym and Laxus calling her a damsel in distress. "I'm not a damsel! Just because Natsu and the others help and protect me does not mean that I am some useless damsel!" Punching her fist into the water causes it to splash directly into her eyes. "Damn it. Stupid Sparkplug."
"Who's stupid?" Her bathroom door bursts open as the strong form of Ezra Scarlet sits on the edge of the tub, clearly not bothered by her teammates nudity.
"N-No one." Lucy stutters as she attempts to cover her exposed flesh, her face blushing tomato red. "What are you doing in my house?"
The small face of the blue hired sky dragon slayer appears around the door blushing as Erza puts her hand into the warm water of Lucy's bath. "We thought that you might like to hear about our trip. And we bought you some new sweets that we think you will like." Flying above her head in the white exceed, Carla. "A young lady cannot be expected to eat some much candy by herself."
Laughing, Lucy politely sends them to wait for her in the kitchen as wraps a towel around her body. It's not uncommon for her team to barge into her house uninvited, and in Erza's case, getting in the bath with her. She quickly changes into soft pink pyjamas and rushes out to greet her guests.
After hours of talking and munching on various goodies, it starts to get dark and the girls leave. With a soft smile and a yawn, Lucy crawls into bed. The sound of a distant lullaby sings in some foreign language, filling Lucy's dreams of the stars and powerful storms where one man holds her close to him as they gaze up at the sky together.
With his hands deep within his pockets, Laxus exits his local bar before letting his lightning consume him, transporting him outside of his home in the woods. His house overlooks a small lake and is at least three stories high as it accommodates the Thunder God Tribe when needed.
Grabbing a lightning lacrima off the table, Laxus subconsciously bites into it as small sparks attempts to tickle the sides of his mouth. Throwing off the warm, fur-lined coat, Laxus teleports himself to his bedroom.
Gramps sure was acting strange today. After annoying the celestial spirit mage, Laxus finished his training and went to check on the old man as always. Going into his office, the old man jumped and attempted to hide something he was looking at under the piles of files on his desk with a stupid smile on his face whilst the First Master giggled with a knowing smile. If that wasn't odd enough, instead of leaping at the chance to involve Laxus in work about the guild, the Master sent him on his way. Not that he was too bothered by it, Laxus hates paperwork, especially when it was about the loudmouth team whom seem to destroy everything when on a mission. Normally, Blondie seems to keep them in track but even then there still are complications.
A small smile touches his lips as he remembers how red Blondie got earlier at the gym.
Laxus lazily takes off his shirt and throws himself into his king-sized bed. With the window open, the faraway whispers of music reaches his ears, pulling him into a deep slumber. Images of shooting stars and the sounds of thunder fills his ears as he smiles down upon a beautiful blonde mage in his arms.