prompt forty one: alliance

rate: T for Teens and Up

Forty one out of one hundred.

This is to give you guys a little break from the surges of wild prompts i have been releasing lately because I am a sadist. The toxic in me loves enemies to lovers. Why is having such a powerful, sinister man who has a filthy mouth my weakness? Ugh. obviously this is to be continued… someone pls stop me.

"Alliance does not mean love, any more than war means hate." —Francis Parker Yockey

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In a normal world, women aren't the ones to come to power and tend to business. Women were seen as the weaker sex, someone who should be submissive, dainty, and kind. Someone who is gentle and isn't meant for a world of danger, hardships, and a battle.

Lucy was raised this way, actually, and she didn't think so much into it.

Ever since she was a young girl, manners and grace was instilled into her as if it was her life mission.

In a normal world she would be the one who was chased and married off to an eligible suitor who only had eyes for her and worshiped the ground she walked on.

In a normal world would she be able to go to school without the worry about someone taking her. Meet with friends. Go to parties. Attends school events.

But this wasn't a normal world and Lucy found out at a very early age how dangerous the world could be.

And not even her status or grace could help her there.

Having a stack of papers fall onto her desk, the blonde merely glanced at it before she looked away from the report in her hands to tilt her head up. Fiery red caught her eyes and if this was anybody else, Lucy would chew them out and throw them out of her office.

Even if she was the mafia don of this horrid organization, she knew when to pick her battles. And Erza Scarlet is no fret to battle nor is she the one to have mercy.

Besides, she was one of her closest friends.

"These are some reports on what is going on in the underworld currently. Jose had been plotting something dirty for a while and we have our men tailing them but it seems as if he had caught eye to what we are up to."

Having to become the don of this Mafia was never her dream or her goal. Her parents were the ones who got into this mess but after they had been involved in a shootout a couple of years ago, the mafia princess was up next.

She had grown up in the world of danger and fighting. It was one thing she was actually very comfortable with considering how high they were up there in power and while she still grew up to be the polite, graceful princess, she had been trained to take care of herself and in worst case scenarios, defend herself and her family.

Truthfully, she didn't really want to become the don and have to carry this burden of trouble but when your parents suddenly die and you're forced to take this position, you're kind of left with no other choice.

But of course that didn't come easy either since the mafia had yet to see a woman in charge and she had to battle to get to where she was today.

Her hands were too stained for her own good but where there is light, there is always darkness.

"And also," Erza cleared her throat to bring her back on topic, the blonde lolling her head to the side to give her attention. "Tartaros would like to meet with you today concerning business."

Her head snapped up at that one, the dull throbbing of her headache earlier returning. Her eyes narrowed at the fact Erza stood there all posh and stern, giving her the same blank look of professionalism she was known for.

"What on earth does Tartaros have to talk to me about?"

"I am quite unsure but their don relayed a message how it would highly benefit both parties and might possibly pique your interest."

Lucy pursed her lips as her eyebrows furrowed.

Tartaros was the one who opened fire that fateful day and ended up murdering her parents, some of her closest allies, and of course, they had ended up killing some of their men in the process as well.

But Tartaros made it very clear how easily disposable and replaceable any of their men were and it was sickening to believe how corrupted and cruel they truly were. They have been at war for many years now and while they purposely don't go out of their way to create mayhem on her territories, a lot of her men have been killed. Not to say their men weren't massacred in the process either but there had been too many deaths.

Regardless of the fact and the dark history, Lucy knew this wasn't something easily to obtain. The don of Tartaros wasn't a man who easily entertained people and to get an audience with him required many, many obstacles.

She had met him a couple of times. Every time was more unpleasant than the last considering he was an obnoxious, cocky bastard of a man who knew he was hot shit. His record was impressive and his keen eyes and ears helped in whatever mayhem he wrecked.

And he happened to be her age. Just that he was put into power much earlier and of course, trained at a much earlier age. He was a dangerous kid and even worse of a man.

Salamander.

Meeting with him wasn't the worst thing in the world but it was definitely nerve wracking. He has never requested an appearance from her and the couple of times they did clash it was either by pure coincidence or not by choice. He kind of did whatever he wanted, barely going by rules or laws and getting his hands dirty whenever he had a chance.

Erza had offered her company and assistance but knowing how he ran his business, he wasn't really the type to be sleazy. He played dirty and liked playing games but he wasn't the one to call her over so he could shoot her.

She hoped he had more respect and dignity than that to pull something as cheap as that. But it's not like she'll also be an easy woman to kill considering her own skill and power.

Which is why Erza had opted to stay in her car with Gray, waiting for her to return and or signal for their assistance.

Entering the bar that was located on the other side of town, the dark wooden place looked more run down than anything. With local patrons and groups of people sitting around on a Tuesday night like this, Lucy could only smell the scent of gunpowder and… smoke? A hint of cinnamon as if someone was trying to get rid of the smell but it was somehow… comforting.

Maybe because she's grown up around a bunch of gunpowder and smoke but it didn't scare her like it would others. It was almost relaxing.

His people were scattered all throughout the place, watching her and making sure she wasn't going to pull a fast one on them. It made her laugh at the idea that any one of them could even lay a single finger on her considering how well she knows this place.

She walked up the creaky wooden steps upstairs to his office, winking at those who flashed her glares. It seemed as if they didn't like her attitude as they bared their teeth at the princess but she merely ignored them, her heels clicking loudly against the floor.

Knocking on his door twice, she didn't give him a chance to respond as she entered without a care in the world.

Normally, this would probably get her shot and she isn't acting like the lady she was taught to be but she was in goddamn Tartaros for god sakes. Why should she treat them with such grace and respect if half the time they didn't treat her the same?

"Ah, Miss Heartfillia, always the one to make such an appearance."

Devilishly handsome and sinfully sexy, the one and only don, Natsu Dragneel.

He looked too casual for someone who was sitting across such a dangerous person like herself as he sat at his desk with his legs kicked up, his gun laid out on his desk with the many papers that scattered. He had that smug smirk on his face as if he always knew something you didn't and Lucy couldn't say it didn't irk her.

Because it did. Everything about this man did.

"As unfortunate as it is to be graced by your ugly mug, I thank you for your invitation."

His bark of laughter merely made her skin prick and she didn't like how it made her feel squirmish to his laugh.

"Didn't take you for much of a jokester, Miss Heartfillia," his smirk grew, one large hand coming to his face to scrub at his chin. "We all know you love this face."

Her eyes couldn't help but stare at his massive hand. Tan with long, thick fingers that had one gold ring wrapped around his middle and a black bracelet that decorated his wrist. Seeing how those hands alone had killed more people than she could count, it should make her shudder or even repulsed by it.

But the thought of them wrapped around her throat almost made her want to moan.

"Cut the shit and get to the point. I don't have all day," she snapped, increasingly getting more irritated at her irrational imagination that was more focused on ogling the don than anything else.

"Wouldn't you like to take a seat?" He motioned towards the chair across from him and she didn't even bat an eye.

"No."

"How about on my lap?"

"Mr. Dragneel—"

"Natsu."

She chose to ignore him as she let out a low growl. Her foot was tapping impatiently on the floor and she felt more irritation boil as she watched one of his eyebrows shoot up and his lips curl further up.

"Very well," he kicked off his feet before lifting himself from his chair. She didn't dare to move but watch him, eyes racking down his large physique while he rounded his desk. He came to the other side to lean against it, strong arms coming to cross in front of his chest.

Strong arms that were attached to large hands. Tall, built, lean, and deliciously shaped all in one body.

Natsu was someone's nightmare but he happened to be her filthy wet dream.

The way he grinned at her made her eyes narrow, thoughts of wonderment as if he could read her mind.

"I wanted to see if you'd like to make an alliance with Tartaros."

Now this caught her attention.

Her eyebrow shot up to her hairline, surprised at his peace treaty and surprised he was even the one to suggest it like this. Normally this would be in a more professional setting with more witnesses and typically over dinner.

"Now I know what you're thinking," he held his hands out in front of her, a small chuckle flying out of his lips. "Why on earth would Tartaros like to join forces with Fairy Tail?"

Not really. More or so how hard he could probably fuc—

"But as you know as much as I do, there has been too much loss on both sides."

"To my knowledge and experience, Tartaros isn't really the type to weep over some 'loss'." She popped her hip out and crossed her own arms across her chest, quirking a brow his way. "What's the sudden interest after years of bloodshed?"

She tried to ignore the way his eyes dragged up her figure as if she wasn't staring right at him and the only one in the room. In another sense, she may have been flattered but right now, she had much more important matters to tend to and that was not daydreaming about Natsu Dragneel of all people.

She snapped her fingers at him and his eyes crawled up to her face, a lazy smirk on his face as if he wasn't sorry he was caught.

"My apologies, Miss Heartfillia, but has anyone ever told you how deliciously appetizing you appear when you are handling business? I assume this is why a lot of the other organizations have a hard time coming to agreeable terms with you."

"Your flattery isn't necessary and I would like to get back on track, thank you very much."

She didn't miss how his eyes darkened and how his tongue came to run across his bottom lip.

"As I was mentioning earlier, an alliance of some sort would most likely halt and cease fire. There have been too many losses and to put it simply, joining forces would only increase our power and influence in the underworld."

Tartaros and her own, Fairy Tail, were two very powerful and influential organizations in the underworld. They are two of the top organizations that transport mass production of weapons, drugs, and ammunition but they are also two of the top organizations that hold a huge amount of power. They also came from generations of wealth so with their expertise and knowledge, it would be beneficial for both parties to join together to form such a powerful force.

"That's not your worst idea," she muttered and he only grinned wider. "And how would we come about this alliance you are so excited to convey?"

"Simple," his large frame now stood from his leaning position, muscles coiling under his black button up. She tensed slightly at him prowling over towards her, her eyes darting to the gun that was left on his desk but she would be stupid to think he didn't have another on him. He's killed people with his bare hands, she was sure he didn't even need a weapon to hurt her. But kill her? He'll have to try harder than that.

But she didn't move so much of a muscle as she stood her ground. Firm and confident, watching him move closer and closer to her to the point where his scent wrapped around her like a blanket.

Her heart was racing behind her ribcage and she was feeling a bit weak under his gaze. Such a powerful gaze he has. Smothering, hot, and fierce locked into those dark eyes and it can take anyone's breath away.

Their eyes clashed for a long time. She didn't know how long it was as she stared right at him, all sorts of emotions swirling in those mirthful eyes.

Almost as if he was finding all this amusing. Taunting her.

"Marry me."

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Tbc