AN: Hello Fairy Tail fandom, and possibly some of my loyal readers from the Bleach fandom, yes, I'm starting a new fic. This time for my beloved OTP Nalu. I've been wanting to write a Nalu fic for a while especially since I've been on a Nalu fanfiction reading binge for about half a year now. Unfortunately, I never really knew what to write about. Just today I got some inspiration as I was brainstorming up ideas. I don't want to get into the details of the story just yet, because I might change up some stuff, but the start of this little ficlet is just about set in stone. This'll be no more than 25 chapters, if even that since I know what I want the story's goal to be. This is definitely rated M for language, lots of smut, non-con, and potential violence.

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own FT, I barely own the computer I'm typing on tbh .

Long flowing blonde hair blowed with the wind throughout the halls of Magnolia Academy, boarding school for girls, as onlookers watched in awe.

Magnolia Academy wasn't just any girl's school, no—its halls were explicitly for the children of old money. Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt couldn't even get their children into the gates of the Academy no matter how much they wanted to. We're talking the Roosevelts, Cabots, Lowells, Du Ponts, and Forbes of Magnolia City. In this case, it was the Grisenwalds, Strauss', Chavs, Vermilions,…and Heartfilia's that established themselves as the old blood of the gold encrusted walls.

A healthy head of golden blonde turned slightly to the side, its tips flowing elegantly down the back of a curvy uniform laden girl as it shinned brightly in the light. The sound of throats clearing was heard as girls standing near their finely structured lockers looked away ashamedly as large honeyed brown eyes gazed around almost in a daze.

"U-Um Lucy-san, are you looking for someone?" A small girl with a brown pixie cut called out timidly. She being one of the girls in audience of watching one of the notably most popular girls in the school, if not the most popular girl.

A beatific pink spread across ivory cheeks as a small finely manicured had ran through tousled golden locks, startling the pixie girl into confusion for why it was out of its normal long pony. "Sorry, Angelica-san, was it?" The pixie girl quickly nodded, humbled that such a person would remember her name as shown by the flush over her own cheeks. The blonde giggled sweetly even as her brown orbs danced distractedly, looking but not actually looking at the faces of the other girls around them that held expressions of intreset, awe, or envy of the conversation Angelica was holding with the renowned blonde. "I was just looking for Levy McGarden, it's something important I need to tell her, have you seen…"

Angelica rose her brows as her mouth dropped to an 'O' finally seeing what had the blonde so confused. Her flush deepening at seeing her senior up close, a tinge of jealousy pierced her stomach as she took in her beauty. "I-I'm sorry Lu—"

"Lu-chan!" The pixie girl jumped as she watched the crowd their "1-on-1" conversation somehow gathered of third-years and second-years alike, part to reveal an incredibly small girl with blue hair jump in and pull on the surprised blonde's arms. "What did he say, what did he say Lu-chan?"

"Oh thank god, Levy, I've been trying to find you everywhere!" The beautiful blonde, not much taller than Levy sighed in relief. Pulling her friend away from the group casually to continue their conversation. The group of girls around them started giggling and talking amongst themselves as they relayed what they heard to each other. Each having a blush on their faces after getting an up close look at two of the most popular girls in their school.

Angelica smiled to herself as her own friends started to pull her frame to themselves to barrage her with questions. The brunette began getting ready to speak, puffing her cheeks as one of her friends started whinning about how slow she was being about it. Silence hit them again though, and before the brunette could question it, her hands were pulled the opposite way and chocolate heavily lashed eyes sought out her own. "Thank you for helping me." Impossibly white teeth surrounded by full lush pink lips pulled to a photo ready grin and before she knew it, Lucy Heartifilia was running down the hall. Her golden tresses blowing with the wind again behind her slender back as an anxious blunette waited for her. The blunette whined, "Luuuuu-chan" loud enough for her to hear even down the hall. Lucy just pulled on an apple red cheek and giggled at her friend's cute reaction as she pulled her to their previous destination.

"OH MY GOD ANGELICA, YOU JUST GOT THANKED BY LUCY FREAKING HEATFILIA!" A pink haired second-year like herself screamed. Who was she telling? She could hardly believe it herself! Screams echoed the halls as the pixie finally couldn't take it any longer and fainted.

"So! What did he say Lu-chan? Where are you going this fall?" Brown eyes similar to her own except more almond shaped compared to round, doe-eyed orbs, blinked questioningly. Her eyes were full of impatience as they sat next to each other out in the quad. It was their study hour, a time mostly filled with snacking and talking this late in the year as they were soon to be high school graduates off to the wonders of adulthood and college. After this hour they were free to go home and another day closer to walking the stage with a diploma in hand. In just a few more days to be exact.

"Hu-hu-hu," Lucy laughed secretively, eyes shimmering from happiness.

"He said yes didn't he?! God Lu-chan just spit it out!" Levy started to beat her fists on the buxom blonde's thigh.

"Ow Levy stop!" Lucy giggled, trying to push away the smaller girl's fists.

"I'm sorry Lu-chan but you won't tell me, so if I have to resort to this I will!" The blunette puffed with her fists planted on her seated hips.

"Won't tell you what?" A sweet voice called above them. There stood a pale-haired woman, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously as she quickly squatted before Lucy or Levy could fully take in her presence and moved into Lucy's face. She wore everyday clothes while they resigned to the standard uniform each girl wore depending on the year they were in.

"Mirajane?!" Lucy yelled in surprise, "What are you doing here? You graduated last year remember."

Mirajane Strauss was their senior when she and Levy were second-years. She along with an equally as beautiful, but much firmer and strict Erza Scarlet. The later also having been the school's student council president. Revered and feared by all. As hard as she was on the rules, she was as kind, and Lucy and Erza quickly became friends along with the other two girls.

That was last year though, as far as she heard, Erza had taken off to Law School all the way across Fiore. Mirajane had her previous part-time job as a supermodel that allowed her to become a full-time and eventually entrepreneur her own fashion line called Heart-de-Crux. One of the most sought after brands of her generation. The likes of which she was fashionably wearing at the moment. A half top halter with an acid washed jean jacket and matching low riding jeans and healed peep toe sandals. Lucy silently squealing at how cutely the Strauss dressed, already making plans in her mind to go shopping after school for that jean jacket, but instead in dark blue.

Mira angled her head to the side after a moment, an action as innocent as anything, but Lucy knew it meant her earlier question wasn't being disregarded. The ivory-haired beauty smiled lightly before explaining her visit, "Lisanna" was all she said, watching as Lucy looked to the ground and smiled uncomfortably while Levy frowned, quickly giving Mira a placating smile so as not to offend. Mira brushed it off with a laugh and a shake of her hand while Levy blushed in response.

"It's fine, I know how you guys feel about her…how most people feel about her." Mira brushed back some of Lucy golden hair, egging her to respond. "She's just having a hard time adjusting you know.

Lucy looked up to the woman that was basically her idol ever since the first time she saw her in a cover spread in Fiore Weekly, a magazine that covered everything about the rich and famous along with fashion, dating, girl advice, and makeup tips and tricks. Mirajane was its top model and when they met, she landed Lucy a job too. It was fun for a while but modeling soon lost its luster for the blonde after a while and she resigned herself to just being a spectator. That and the fact that her father almost snapped her neck once he found out.

Lisanna on the other hand, was the complete opposite of her sister. Unlike the nice and sweet Mirajane, Lisanna had somewhat of a mean streak on her. Many girls at the school found themselves bullied by her and her friends for doing the smallest things like just looking at her wrong. Her scathing words and scandalous attitude, was well known around the academy.

Lucy couldn't blame her though, she had just been found a couple years ago after being kidnapped a few years before and taken to be trafficked into the sex trade of Fiore. The girl no doubt faced unfathomable things during the time she was gone, her family having written her off as dead, until she was found beaten and emotionally abused shaking in the rain on the Strauss door step. Mirajane says she hasn't been the same since, even with therapy, but since no one besides her sister really knew her before it happened, people found it hard to understand. Especially so with how mean and sour her personality now was.

Lucy knew the difference though, she knew it well, having been friends with the younger, short-haired, version of her sister. They had been friends in the early years of middle school, even if it was for a short time, Lucy remembered who she used to be. She was as sweet and kind as any Strauss family member, but adventurous and impulsive unlike her sister. Even with Lisanna's memory of their past friendship, she had been anything but amicable with their reunion, mocking Lucy for being a prudish virgin when Lucy sat next to her to talk.

"So you've never had sex?"Lisanna smirked at the blonde as her friends behind her snickered.

"Uh, no…" Lucy moved around in her seat uncomfortably before clearing her throat. A blush creeping down to her chest.

"Nor have you had a boyfriend." Lisanna said more like a statement. Her light blue eyes taking on a judging twinkle as she tilted her chin haughtily. She took the blondes silence as an affirmative and her girls continued to laugh louder. "Why? Are you scared? It's not that bad…Actually quiet enjoyable when you get used to it. I'd suggest you lose the first time though before looking for a boyfriend. Men don't like it when you just lay there like a sack of shit and cry." She snickered though her eyes flashed with pain.

"U-Um."

"Hmm, you don't have much going for you in the brain do you?" She tilted her ivory hair back and laughed, her girls following suit. "I honestly can't see why you're so popular here."

Lucy bristled at that, her blond brows furrowing as she looked up to her once good friend. "You don't have to-!"

"You don't have to, what?" Lisanna interrupted with an arched brow. Her voice taking on a whiny pitch making Lucy blush darker at the insinuation of that being the way she sounded. "Okay you blonde bitch, you've lasted a minute with me even as I had to listen to your welcome committee spiel. Are you happy now?" Lucy began to speak but she was cut off as Lisanna stood from her seat, her uniform skirt rising to pretty much the apex of her thighs making Lucy blush harder. Her uniform wasn't much longer as deemed fashionable but it was still up to code. But all Lisanna had to do was walk and she'd be flashing a passerby 10-fold. "Look, I faintly remember us being friends once upon a time, but that time's over. I'm not a little girl. I'll let you off of the hook this time for interrupting me, but come find me again blondie," Lisanna got a breaths away from her face as she pulled harshly on her once perfect ponytail making Lucy cringe, "and you'll regret it."

Tears bubbled at the edges of Lucy's eyes as she felt nothing but sadness for her old friend. All she could hear were cackles of laughter and plans to meet up at a club fall into the distance as she sat in her own little pity party.

Lucy sighed sadly before smiling wistfully at Mira, who'd taken on a somewhat concerned expressed. "Is she doing okay?"

Mira hummed in thought before answering, "She's still hanging around those god awful girls, but me and Elfman are finally getting somewhere with her at home." Mira sighed. Elfman was Lisanna and Mira's brother—the middle child of the Strauss home. She remembered Mira explaining how he blamed himself for Lisanna's kidnapping as he hadn't been there when she needed him, but Mira felt the same if not more so behind her happy façade. "I'm here to talk to Principal Porlyusica and pick Lisanna up."

Lucy nodded in understanding while Levy sang a soft, 'oh'.

"So," the devious smile was back. "What does Levy want you to tell her, hmm?"

Lucy scratched her cheek as she soon felt the heat of her best friend's stare to the side of her head. "After a long time of begging and proving that I'm able to be on my own, my father agreed to letting me go to university with you Levy."

"What! Really Lu-chan!?" Levy squealed as she grabbed her friend up in a hug, the blonde totally blindsided by her excitement even though she honestly should've seen it coming.

Mira clapped her hands happily, "I'm so happy for you!"

Lucy sighed with a tinge of bitterness, "The catch is that I have to go for business or he's shipping me off to a private institution."

"But what about your dream to be a writer?" Levy stopped shaking her with the weight of the question.

"I don't know," was her only response.

"I'm home!" Lucy called as she set her book bag down and shuffled out of her school shoes. She kept her new jean jacket hidden in her shopping bag along with a few other items clutched to her full chest, giddy at her accomplishment of finding the exact dark blue wash she wanted, already thinking up the perfect outfit to go out in and show the public. She was sure to be spotted and have a couple runway worthy pics plastered over FW and other top magazines.

"Lucy-sama, your father requests your presence in his office." A maid informed, no pleaded to her and Lucy froze as she felt her heart skip a beat. This couldn't be good. The help around the house were unfortunately often scared of her father, and with reason, but they were never this shaken unless he was in one of his moods. The last time he was in one of his moods and she'd refused to see him even after a maid begged her to go, her father had stormed into her room, finding her hiding in her closet and gave her a beating so bad she wasn't physically able to go to school for a couple days. This had happened a few years ago when she was 13, but she could still remember it clearly, the pain she felt and the rage in his eyes.

Please Daddy don't, I'm sorry!

Lucy cringed, he didn't apologize and she didn't blame him, but instead herself. If she'd only gone to him when he asked instead of being stubborn, a deplorable trait of hers she ironically got from her father, it wouldn't have happened. She could only hope that the maids who begged her to go just lost their jobs as she hadn't seen them since. She knew it was well within his power to ruin their lives, never allowing them to have a decent job again. Her father's rage was blind, and she'd hit the bitter end of it multiple times before.

Rushing to put her keys down and give her bag to her maid, knowing the poor frightened woman would put it in her room, Lucy checked to make sure her appearance was proper before walking quickly to Jude Heartfilia's office. There were barely any furnishings or decorations down this hallway, it was cold and bare, with only one large window at the end of the hall. Lucy took a deep breath to gather some of her wits and left quick short rapts on the hard wood double door.

"Come in." A hard voice commanded, and Lucy pinched herself to keep from flinching. He probably enjoyed her fear but she had enough pride left to not let him see it.

Inside the plain yet large room was imposing in the few stuff it did have. A couple bookshelves almost three times her size, a large oak, darkly wooded desk, and worst of all, her father.

"You're graduating soon Lucy." Jude spoke once she stood a few paces before him, not looking up to her but continuing to write whatever he was writing.

Lucy knew better than to speak. He didn't directly ask her to respond and she especially didn't want to slip up when he was in a mood.

"I've decided whom I want you to wed."

Lucy took in a sharp breath of air, otherwise keeping herself from reacting. Though she couldn't stop her knees from shaking when he carried on. "You'll be meeting him a few months, after you start college at that private institute."

"But Father I-!"

Jude silenced her as he slammed his pen down and looked up with a powerful stare, challenging her to continue her expletive.

Looking down Lucy cleared her throat and continued to talked normally, albeit with a slight tremble to her voice, "I thought you were going to allow me to go to Fairy Tail University."

"Hmph. That depends on how I find you this summer." That of course was not what they agreed on, but Lucy knew the underhanded threat. Agree to this marriage to sign over her life and she might be able to go to the school of her choosing. "I may also reconsider you going and attaining whatever degree you want—", Lucy looked up hopefully, "as long as you minor in business."

Lucy resigned herself to this fate with a sigh while closing her eyes tightly to stop her eyes from burning and her tears from overflowing, it was the best she could get as the daughter of a Heartfilia. If anything he was showing her mercy. "Yes, father.

"To be honest, our companies have been talking over your union for a while but it was just recently that they've given me an offer I couldn't refuse."

"W-who is it, father?"

"Don't stutter around me." Jude spat, making Lucy jump and bow her head deeper. "It's Igneel Dragoneel's son."

Lucy's brow crinkled in confusion for a few reasons, "He had a son? And isn't he your company's rival father?"

"I suppose he does." He said tersely, ignoring her second question. Lucy remembered Igneel only slightly from pictures of the ageing man. He had vibrant red hair only a slightly darker shade than her friend Erza's and even though he carried a huge conglomerate on his back whose only real rival in all of Fiore was her father's, he always had a warm smile. She remembered that the man was in his late 40's, but never married even though he was an eligible bachelor multiple times for his extremely good looks even at his age. So she never assumed he had children and they were never mentioned before. It's possible that he had a child in his younger years before building his company. Meaning his son was probably in his 30s, Lucy's spine tingled in fear and her stomach rolled with disgust. The last thing she wanted was to marry an old man. Any man that was her father's picking.

Yes, unlike the old money of the Heartfilia's, the Dragoneels were new money, as much as those with old lineage tried to look down at the company, it was impossible to after all that they prospered. Extents to which surpass many whose family made colonies in Fiore, and had her father pulling his hair in frustration. Her father was only in his late 30s, making the possibility of her now future husband being around the same age all the more disturbing. Unlike Mr. Dragoneel who built his empire from the ground, her father was given it almost as a trust fund after graduating from business and trade school.

"Now then, Jose here and I are going to talk. Refrain from bothering me tonight."

Lucy's heart jumped with a start as she noticed her father's business partner and adviser for the first time. He had been standing in the shadows of the room it seemed.

Her skin crawled as she saw him slither to her father, noticing his lanky build, oiled black hair slicked around his face and the facial hair he had groomed in a way that made him look like a man up to no good. As always when she was in his presence, her stomach clenched with fear as she felt his eyes rake over her body.

"Yes sir," She bowed quickly, skirting out of the room as fast as she could, taking a much needed breath once she was out of the hall leading to his office, and in the comfort of her own room.

To be honest, that went better than she thought it would…

AN: Welp, that was the first chapter, tell me what you think. I'm a little afraid to write this because I've never written for FT before and I'm not confident in my ability to characterize them well, I barely think I write IR well and I'm obsessed with that couple, haha.