A/N: Welcome to Day 2, everyone! So, as I said yesterday, each of the chapters for this week will be snippets from the same story. Or universe. Or whatever the hell you wanna call it. Unlike MidLu Week, however, I'm not planning on giving you guys any real indication on when the chapters are happening in the timeline - at least, not in regards to the year.

So, without further ado, I give you…

Day 2: Paperclip

She wasn't entirely sure what she'd been thinking when agreeing to spend the day with her boyfriend at work. Lucy was very well versed in just how boring Lahar's job could be - considering the only time it was even remotely interesting also just so happened to involve her guild either destroying something or saving the world… Usually both, at the same time.

But, nevertheless, Lucy was there. Sitting at Lahar's desk and waiting for him to return from some impromptu meeting that the members of the newly reformed (again) Magic Council had called. He hadn't been too pleased about it - which he'd told her quite honestly that he would rather try to hit Cobra (without any magic cancelling cuffs) with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat than deal with whatever bureaucratic garbage he was about to listen to - but Lucy understood that he had things that needed to be done.

And that was where she was at now. Stuck sitting in his office, waiting for him to return. Doranbolt was off doing lord only knew what, so she didn't even have the oddball Direct Line mage to keep her company. No, all she was left with were stacks of perfectly aligned paperwork, an alarmingly (and heart-warmingly) clean office, and office supplies. Okay, and the furniture.

That alone, just looking at each surface in Lahar's office, had her cheeks flushing brilliantly. There wasn't a single spot of this room that her ass and breasts - okay, her whole sweaty, writhing, naked body - hadn't been all over. They had been together for a little over two years, and every time she was able to visit, he would use the magic that everyone seemed to forget he knew, and set up runes around his office to make sure no one could enter… Or hear just what was going on inside. Jutsu Shiki, as it turned out, wasn't saved only for Freed. Lahar used it in his work constantly, and she honestly felt like a bit of a jackass for forgetting that he'd actually trapped all of the Allied Forces during the Oracion Seis incident with it.

Doranbolt's desk, because he sadly had to share an office with Lahar, had been the first place they had defiled. Then the long green lounge that the Direct Line mage often slept on during office hours. The door, all four walls, Lahar's desk - in multiple positions, multiple times - his chair, Doranbolt's chair, the rug in the center of the room.

Everywhere.

It was surprising to her that Lahar would be so willing to bend, if not outright break, the rules so blatantly. Not to mention the fact that they were dirtying the place up worse than a happy funtime massage parlor. He was obsessive when it came to cleanliness, something that she really didn't have an issue with because she was just as bad. It made her wonder just what lengths he actually went to when she wasn't there just to keep his office clean, and to get rid of the stains that she knew should have been here and there throughout. Whatever methods he used, it seemed to be enough for the man she loved to continue with their secretive little sexcapades in the Council building. Somehow, Doranbolt was left completely unaware of the entire thing. She'd even watched him sleeping on the green lounge only a couple hours after she and Lahar had been all over it, and he had been snuggling into the same pillow that she'd been biting.

Regardless of just how naughty she was somehow able to get the Enforcement Unit's captain to be, Lucy was bored as hell. She didn't know how long it was going to be before he came back from his meeting, but she hoped it would be soon. If she had a book to read, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, but… The only books in his office weren't exactly something she wanted to get into. Law books? No thank you. Maybe another time, but right then? Definitely not.

Instead, Lucy let out a heavy sigh and opened the top right drawer of his desk. Lahar's office supplies were the picture of perfect organization. Something about seeing the little tray with different sized boxes, each holding a separate but no less important tool, set her at ease. Maybe it was because all of his paperclips faced the same way. Or that his binder clips were organized by size, then clipped together in pairs. He had three different rubber band balls, and only agreed to their existence in the first place after Lucy had lectured him at length about how much time and aggravation he would save himself if he had the rubber bands already together this way. Besides, it had given her something to do while he'd been busy at the time. But now, he didn't have any rubber bands that needed balling. No papers needed clipping.

There was no dust anywhere, so it wasn't like Lucy could just start tidying things up. The only place that could be considered dirty, and she used that term loosely, would be Doranbolt's desk. He was a sweetheart and a half, and she knew that she owed him big-time for her and the Captain even getting together in the first place - thanks to alcohol on her part, and a good bit of absentminded courage on Lahar's - but even that was kept clean for the most part, simply because of who Doranbolt shared his office with.

With nothing better to do, Lucy grabbed an unopened box of paperclips and sat down at her boyfriend's desk, sighing when she felt the plush leather seat enveloping her. The whole reason she'd agreed to join him at work that day was because they were going on a vacation together. Their first vacation together, actually. She was more than excited to get it started, because she really couldn't wait to have the lavender-eyed sex god (she was just as surprised by that fact, at first) all to herself.

Hopefully, the meeting he was in wouldn't take too much longer.

"Wait," Doranbolt chuckled. "You're telling me that you left Lucy… A Fairy Tail mage… In our office? Alone?"

"Yes," Lahar answered coolly. "She is actually the least destructive person in that monstrosity of a guild. I assure you, nothing will be out of place when we return."

"I still can't believe you two are dating."

"You've been saying that for two years now, Doranbolt."

"Well, it's still unbelievable!" he shouted, earning a glare from the long-haired man next to him. "I mean, okay. Catching you guys in bed was weird-"

"You know not to bring that up…"

"... And I really didn't need to know what your manbits looked like-"

"Seriously, just stop," Lahar sighed.

"... But, I get it. Well, at first. I mean, she was at a rave, and what she was wearing…"

"Doranbolt," Lahar ground out between tightly clenched teeth.

"Right right," he chuckled, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Just… How do you two work again?"

Lahar sighed and shook his head as they rounded the final corner to their shared office. "We 'work' because we are very much alike. Do I need to justify my relationship with Lucy to you?"

"Not really," he laughed. "Just wondering. Still, how have you not been murdered by her team?"

"That…" Lahar paused in his step and frowned. "I'm not entirely sure about that one, to be honest." Lucy had said something about Erza and Gray having to knock Natsu out for three whole weeks when he found out just where she had disappeared to the night he'd taken her home with him. Still, he could only assume that it was his position as the Captain of the Rune Knights that kept him from being maimed, or burnt, or frozen… Or just glared at vehemently, most likely. Well, maybe not the last one, considering just how often he got those looks in the first place, and how much more often they occurred since he'd arrested Lucy that one time.

"Well, you're lucky," Doranbolt sighed with a shake of his head. "I heard she dated Rogue for a little while, and… Well, let's just say if he wasn't a Dragon Slayer, things would not have been pretty for him."

"Why exactly are you telling me this?" Lahar asked with his hand poised to open the door to their office.

"Just making conversation," Doranbolt grinned. "You really should loosen up, man. Maybe this vacation will do you some good."

"Yes," Lahar sighed while pushing the door open. "Because I will have two whole weeks without you… Anywhere near me."

"Aw, don't say that!" Doranbolt whined. "You love me, Capillary."

"Do not call me that."

"Cappy, then?" Doranbolt grinned when he saw Lucy sitting at Lahar's desk, and the sheer amount of office supplies strewn across the top of it. "Hey, Lucy," he called out to the blonde hunched over the desk.

Lahar raised an eyebrow while walking across the room, and stood off to Lucy's side while looking over her shoulder. "What are you doing, exactly?"

Lucy laughed triumphantly when she was able to get the rubber band placed perfectly, then grinned up at her boyfriend. "Doranbolt, how many times has Lahar told you not to bring that night up?"

The Direct Line mage hummed in thought for a moment while taking a seat at his desk. "Probably… a minimum of seven hundred. At least once every day for the past two years, why?"

Lahar blinked in surprise when Lucy lifted the odd contraption from his desk, and pointed it directly at the other mage in the room. Four pencils were rubber-banded together, with another pencil sitting perpendicular at one end to create a cross. A binder clip was used to connect the two sections of pencils. A push pin was jammed into either side of the horizontal pencil, with a rubber band pulled back and stretched to its limit. A sixth pencil was threaded through one of the little metal loops of the binder clip, with the stretched rubber band sitting along one end.

Before anyone could act, Lucy let go of the rubber band and sent the pencil - that she had very intentionally just sharpened to a fine point before the men had returned to the room - flying at Doranbolt. Then promptly laughed when he screamed as it pierced his shoulder.

"Why?!" Doranbolt bellowed. "Why would you do that?!"

"I told you before," Lucy shrugged, setting the creation down on the desk and standing up to give Lahar a proper greeting. She sighed happily into the small, chaste kiss - the only kind he was comfortable with while others were around - then smiled over at the Direct Line mage as he whimpered while gaping at the pencil in his arm. "If you brought it up again, I was going to shoot you with a crossbow."

"You never said anything about pencils!" Doranbolt yelled. "Why?! Why would you… Y'know what? Nevermind. I now understand why you and Lahar work perfectly… You're evil! Pure evil!"

"I would be happy that she didn't borrow one of Erza's," Lahar said while taking a seat at his desk. He gave Lucy a soft smile as he pulled her into his lap, chuckling quietly when she let out a surprised squeak at the extremely rare show of affection. "Although, that was very inventive."

Lucy grinned proudly. "That's not all I made. It was really boring in here." She pushed everything to the side, giggling when Lahar made a choking noise in his throat from the sheer chaos that was wrought on his organizational system by the simple pile. "Don't worry, I'll put everything back where it belongs, baby."

"I would say 'Aw, it's so cute that she calls you baby'," Doranbolt ground out, "But she shot me! Lucy, you're not cute anymore! This… I can't even…"

She rolled her eyes and ignored the dramatic whimpers and curses from the Direct Line mage. Slowly, she pulled the piece of paper that had her other creation sitting on it. "So, the glue is still drying," she said, shifting so Lahar could see what she'd done, "But… Happy anniversary."

Lahar's head tilted to one side as he looked at the little figurines. "Is that…" He found a smile pulling at his lips the longer he looked at it. Two figures stood facing one another, their hands clasped together and their faces joined in a kiss. One was clearly a woman, wearing a small skirt, with her long hair flowing down around her shoulders. The other was most definitely a man, but what caught his attention was the extremely familiar hairstyle; specifically, a clipped bun on the back of his head and hair hanging down on the sides of his face. Surrounding the figures was an arch. At least, he thought it was at first glance, until he looked again and realized that there was a slight divot in the center, making it into the top portion of a heart. Even if this hadn't blown his mind with just how sweet it was, then the fact that it was made entirely out of paperclips definitely did. The sculpted figures weren't even two-dimensional lined objects, but had form and shape to them. The fullness of the woman's bust, the set of his shoulders, strands of his hair and hers, her rounded cheeks, his square jaw. All of it. It was so immensely detailed that he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Us," Lucy whispered with a smile. "I didn't know what to get you, and I'm pretty sure sex isn't an anniversary present."

"It is if it's anal," Doranbolt grumbled to himself, then shrieked when another pencil lodged itself in his other shoulder. "Why?!" His gaze lifted to find Lahar was the one holding the little office supply crossbow. "God, just go on your vacation already!"

"We will," Lahar said with a nod. "Just as soon as I do something."

Lucy rolled her eyes with a fond smile, and turned to start picking up the office supplies that were all mixed together. When Lahar gently placed his gloved hands over hers, she furrowed her thin brow and turned to look at him in question.

Doranbolt pulled the pencil from his arm, placing it next to its bloody twin, then glared at the couple sitting at the other desk. That melted in an instant when he saw his oldest and dearest friend pulling a little black velvet box from his pocket.

"Marry me?" Lahar whispered.

Tears sprung to her eyes and her jaw dropped. She was nodding before her brain had even really caught up to what was happening, and before she could find the breath to give him her answer. Finally, a watery laugh spilled from her while she croaked, "Yes."

Doranbolt smiled when he saw the wide grin on Lahar's face that had only made its existence known since he'd started his relationship with the blonde Celestial mage. He watched in silence as Lahar pulled the ring from the box and carefully slid it onto her finger, his eyes widening when she lunged forward and knocked the man out of his chair and onto the floor while her mouth slanted over his. Just after a small grunt was heard, along with a soft thud from their bodies colliding with the floor beneath them, he shook his head and stood up, quickly making his way to the door. There was no way he would stick around to find out where those two sickos were planning on banging in the office this time. He was just thankful that he'd been the one to catch the footage from the hidden camera - one that Lahar had installed to keep an eye on him, and had apparently forgotten about - before anyone else could find it the first time they had decided to get their freak on; then destroyed the camera itself when the man was away from the office. Needless to say, he made sure to thoroughly sanitize his desk every time he sat down to do some work now.

And that's all for Day 2! So, obviously this chapter happens two years after Day 1, and look at that! Lahar proposed! This chapter was going to be shorter, and then he decided that he needed to be just as sweet as Lucy. So, there's that.

Also, the inspiration for the little contraption Lucy made is actually in a book my husband has, called, Mini Weapons of Mass Destruction. I can say from personal experience that the pencil crossbow is terrifying. We used straws instead during our fights. Don't try that pencil shit at home, guys. Well, okay… You can try it, but BE CAREFUL! Seriously, you can really hurt yourselves…

I'll see you all tomorrow for…

Day 3: Trust

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~~GemNika