prompt thirty six: Drunk/Protective

rate: M for Mature content

Thirty six out of one hundred.

A lot of people asked for a continuation of last prompt and i am a sucker for possessive Natsu (and a wee bit for peer pressure) here we are! Enjoy my non-official official participation of NaLu week with my disordered thoughts and progress. But lowkey why is this sad?

"The best protection for the people is not necessarily to believe everything people tell them." —Demosthenes

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He just knew it wouldn't be a good idea. He had a gut feeling for a while and thank god he had men still tailing and notifying him about everything she was doing. He isn't able to let her go and for the life of him he did not understand. Something about her was just so addicting and he had long been obsessed even before he had a taste of her.

Someone so bright and so sweet could only be corrupted once touched by darkness.

Maybe that was the entire reason why he merely watched from afar. Knowing that he would be incredibly selfish to gain such a pure, innocent soul.

But oh… was he wrong.

He could feel his right eye twitch and he was not a happy camper by the time he got off the phone. He was seated in his blacked out sedan, fingers gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles had turned white.

Nobody had dared to say anything and while he had two other cars following him to this unusual spot for such a lady, he could only think about her.

Her sweet smiles and even sweeter laughs. The way her chocolate eyes would twinkle with such mirth when they looked at him. How soft her caress was when her hands were on his body and how softer her body was in contrast to his. The way she filled his hands so deliciously and perfectly as if she was made for him.

He should have never pursued her. He was a dangerous, filthy man and for him to try corrupting such a sweet innocent woman like herself…

She wasn't even much of a drinker nor was she able to take her liquor. He has seen firsthand how messy she could truly be and that was not a sight he was willing to share with anyone.

So why the hell did she decide to go out tonight and be this stupid?

No, he can't blame her or think she's stupid because she's not. She deserves to live such a life full of fun and happiness.

He had been no help in that field for the past week and he must say, he has never felt worse. He didn't even think it would hurt this much or even affect him in such a way but he knew he wasn't the only one.

She had to know. He isn't the one for her. He'll only pull her deeper into the darkness and once consumed… she could not be saved.

But god forbid he wasn't to protect her when vulnerable. It shouldn't be his job nor should he want to do such a task that any one of his men could easily do but… but… she was his. And the thought of anyone but him putting his hands on her made his blood boil.

Natsu's killed plenty of men and he had no problem killing a couple more.

Pulling up to the bar one of his men had notified him where his lover was, Natsu was not happy when he pulled into a spot and climbed out of his car. He slammed the door shut, anger and frustration pulsing through his powerful body as he walked past the security guard who gave him a curt nod and those who were in line for the loud, dark building.

The music was pulsing and shaking from the inside, the hot humid air welcoming him into the establishment.

His dark eyes scanned the room for his target, sharp eyes and even sharper ears straining to find her.

His legs were already moving as he strolled in deeper, the flashing lights hurting his eyes and the music making his body tremble with the bass.

Natsu used to be one of those men who liked to indulge in the club life with the dark flashing lights, loud booming music, and the copious amount of women who were willing to spend a night with the almighty lord.

That was before…

It didn't take long for his eyes to focus on his target. She was stunning as per usual with her long golden locks swaying in the air and her tighttight blue dress emphasizing how much of a beauty she truly is in a sea of natural faces. Nobody could ever compare to such a gorgeous woman like her… she was… one of a kind. She was all dips and curves and Natsu could practically feel her soft skin that he used to trace with his rough palms. He could feel his fingers twitch and he clenched them as he glared from above, watching like the demon he was painted to be.

His eyes darted from the place to ensure there wasn't any risk of danger. He spotted Elfman over in the corner doing what he was sure his sister was who was pressed right against her. There were a couple others scattered that blended into the crowd and he was a bit relieved to know that she wasn't that naive to travel out without eyes.

Not like she would ever be considering he won't ever tell his men to protect her.

Even if that protection was from a certain pink-haired man… he would protect her.

He watched how she drank and laughed and talked to her friends. Even when she was looking around the club, eyes dragging across the sea to find him. He knew she knew he was there. It would be hard for her not to feel him there when he radiated such power and such a dark presence he was sure he could make the grim reaper tremble.

Good girl. Look for me. Yearn for me. I only burn for you.

He watched how she shivered and it only made him think about how her body would react to him. How she would always shiver and whimper when he would kiss down her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. How she would do that little gasp when he would kiss her right where she liked it most…

He shouldn't be drinking on the job but he worked for nobody and he couldn't get the itch away. If he didn't occupy himself with something, he was sure to storm his way over to where she was and take her on the nearest flattest surface. Hell, anywhere at this point.

It's been one week… seven gruesome days… seven long days of suffering and bitterness and anger.

She doesn't deserve someone like him. She doesn't need someone like him. She needs a nice man. A gentle, kind man who is willing to worship and love her without worries of violence, hurt, and suffering. He would only bring her that, not of the world she dreams of and speaks so fondly about as if it would be possible for someone like him.

She is just a mere angel and he is… a demon.

Natsu nearly cracked the glass he was currently strangling, harsh whiskey tasting sour and bitter in his mouth. His hand twitched for his gun that was currently shoved into his waistband, wanting to fire it straight at that waste of a breath that was pushing himself all over her.

Tainting his precious soul. Greedily trying to take what is not his.

But he just watched. Fumed. With clenched teeth and anger seeping out, he could only drown his emotions out with his glass, slamming the cup onto the table.

You're mine… mine… mine!

His feet were moving with hers, seeing how she seemed so frantic to get out of this establishment. He was always one step ahead of hers, following the glow of her golden hair and that sweet intoxicating scent of hers.

By the time he had reached outside she was up against the wall, panting and shaking.

He knew she knew he was already here. He could tell with the way her body stiffened and she stood up straighter, keeping her chin dipped down so he couldn't see that beautiful face of hers. His body ached for a moment with her. Another touch. A simple kiss. A hug of affection. Anything.

"What are you doing here?"

Her voice was shaky, almost as if she was going to spill tears. It made his chest squeeze at the sound, his feet stepping closer towards her till all he could smell was her and all he could see and think about was her.

"What are you doing here?"

The way she curled within herself made him want to sink his teeth into her. She was intoxicating. So forbidden.

She was quiet and reserved in the way he was not used to. Not anymore at least. Especially when he knew how sassy she truly was, speaking her mind and having passion like no other. Even when he knew how brazen she could be, demanding and strong.

"I asked you a question."

She was trembling and angry. He could see it with the way she wrapped herself up in her arms, practically holding herself together as if she would shatter.

How he wished it was him who was.

"I don't answer to you."

There she is. He knew she was still in there.

It almost made him want to smile.

But the images of that bastard all up against her body like she wasn't his made his blood burn and his body clench. A low growl rumbled from his lips and he relished in the way her body shuddered before she was chewing on her bottom lip.

Thoughts of someone else nibbling on that plump soft lips of hers ruined him. As if his body was screaming at him to go hunt that man down and strangle him with his bare hands to even be around such a presence like herself.

You're mine.

"How would your father react to knowing his daughter is out at a nightclub getting wasted and dancing with sleazy men?"

"What I do on my time and with my life has nothing to do with you," she hissed at him through clenched teeth. Oh, at one point, she was doing the same. Just not in such a vicious way at him. "Not anymore."

How ridiculous is that to think that?

"Everything you do has everything to do with me, princess."

And it always will. No matter how far or how old they may be. No matter where she was or who she was with, she will always be.

"Leave me alone. We're not together anymore."

The sting of her words shot through his nerves, hitting him hard in the chest where the throbbing sensation of pain coursed through. Normally he was good with pain. Getting shot, kicked, punched, stabbed; none of it compared to the way this woman did.

You don't know how much I regret letting you go.

He didn't respond nor did he react. He didn't want to give the satisfaction that he was hurting.

He took a step towards her and he watched her take one back, stumbling into the wall of the building. She looked like a frightened little mouse and he was her prey, power and possessiveness pumping through him like a drug. The adrenaline. The thrill of knowing someone was at his mercy.

"S—stop."

"Who were you dancing with?"

His patience could only be so high. He still wanted to kill him. He will kill him. Once he was done here.

"What?"

Goddamn it and he only wanted to see into those eyes again. Those mesmerizing chocolate eyes that danced with such emotion and looked at him with so much love and adoration.

He grinded his teeth in anger, trying to keep himself calm or he might blow a fuse and the last thing he wanted to do was have her leave.

"Who. Were. You. Dancing. With."

"That doesn't concern you. What I do doesn't—"

"Do you want him to die?" The words came easily and he heard her gasp. He trapped her with his arm, forcing her to stay still and stay here with him even if it was a moment longer. His hand was moving on its own, fingertips burning and his body soaring to life at the feel of her soft skin.

Memories of her smiling face. Her loving gaze. The way they used to lay in their arms after a passionate night together. The way his fingers would trace her features and her body while hers did the same.

The fire within him came to life, deprived of this light that used to fuel him.

He forced her to look at him, wide chocolate eyes staring right at him with so much emotion.

"Because I'll kill every motherfucker who looks at you."

And he will. For her.

For you. I'll protect you till the end of time.

She was shivering and he knew with the way her breathing was increasing that her heart was racing inside of her. He wanted to feel it. Feel her.

"I.. I'm not yours, anymore, Natsu."

He fought the urge to shiver at the words she produced. The way his name rolled off her tongue almost as if it was a bitter taste lingering in her mouth. He hated how much he loved it. Missed it.

I love you, Natsu!

He could only stare at her, enchanted by the way she looked. Always enchanted by how she looked. Since day one, he had been so locked in on her that it physically hurt him.

He could see the way she still looked at him. She wanted him. As much as he wanted her. He missed her. So fucking much and he knew she missed him, too. He could see how thin she looked and how unhappy she had been. How she had been neglecting himself because he was too much of a coward to believe he could ever be the one for someone like her.

His hand moved down her face, dropping to her throat where he could see she swallowed thickly, her breath coming out in puffs. Her chest was heaving with it, slowly increasing as his fingers wrapped around her throat. The same way he used to all the goddamn time and he didn't think he would miss this too but he missed everything about her.

He could feel the pulse of her heartbeat beneath this fingers and his cock was straining against his zipper, begging him to take her. Mark her as his. Take back what was his.

I love you.

"You are and always will be mine." And that was a promise. One he will not break again.

He sealed it with a smothering hot kiss, electricity zapping through his body as if he had been shocked. She tasted as sweet as she did since the day he had taken her and she was as perfect as the most precious jewel in the continent of Fiore.

Soft pants and silent whispers went a long way, his pants feeling tight and restricted with the swell of his cock. He allowed himself to shiver this time, feeling her hands grab at him and tangle into his mane. His own came around to fist at her locks, bringing her flush against his body as he hungrily devoured her lips.

"Natsu," his name sounded so heavenly when it came from hers. "Natsu, I—"

"Please," he whispered against her lips, almost begging, tortured, his eyes low and blazing. "I just want you. Only you. Please."

Taking her back to his place didn't take much convincing. She was as eager to follow him as he was for her. He would travel the entire world for her, kill whoever, do whatever, just to be with her. To see her smile. To hear her laugh. To feel her hand in his and to always have her by his side.

He should have never once let her go, knowing how selfish he may be right now.

Her lips were fiery hot against his own, hands roaming and bodies grinding. His own hands had slid down her curves, drinking in the way her body always reacted so well. She shivered and moaned, bowing her back into his body where he hungrily accepted, swallowing each and every sound she produced.

He slipped off her shoes and dress in no time, having her on his bed in just her underwear as he unbuttoned his shirt. He took his time on this though as he wanted to tease her. Taunt her. And also mesmerize the way she looks as she begs for him.

Her figure trembled as the moonlight brought such a soft porcelain look to her. Like she was fine china and he could break her with the slightest touch. And he will.

His low grunts and growls had her moaning back in response, her body sleek with sweat and love marks as his own trembled in bliss. The way she called out to him, begging for more, seeking for his attention, hungry for his love, had him rushing to unite them once more.

You aren't getting away from me, princess.

Like I would ever try.

His thrusts were harsh, demanding, needy, producing loud filthy cries from the woman below him. Tears streamed down her face as her claws sunk into his tan skin. Lips swollen from their kisses and breaths mixing in between their bodies. Sweet nothings and soft words filled his ears and as he held onto her withering body, he could only feel the warmth inside of him increase even more.

I won't let you go. You're mine. Only mine.

"I love you," her soft whisper lingered in the air and he was roaring out all his emotions. "I always will."

As will I…

"Lucy."

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