Laxus and Lucy? They caught a bullet that had been fired at somebody else.

It was the end of the world, and it came out of nowhere. Rather than a global or even guild-wide apocalypse, this one was private and shared only by two people who had no plans to share anything at all. The darkness appeared out of nowhere, and it had swallowed them completely.

Lucy opened her eyes and viewed him through vision blurred by a swollen eye. When she made out his form, fear coursed through her so hard she shook hard. "A-Are you back?"

She was in his bed, and Laxus sat on the floor next to the wall, watching her in fear, in question, in utter confusion.

Were there even words for this? He couldn't think of any, so he hung his head and gave her a simple answer. "Yes."

The blonde rolled over, her back to him, and started to sob so hard her entire body contorted with grief.

It was really Juvia's fault, but neither of them knew that. They didn't understand anything that had happened, and really couldn't comprehend the fallout that would follow it.

The water mage bought a potion to awaken Gray's love for her, but the man she bought the potion from was her former guildmaster Jose Porla, in disguise. The potion was sabotaged, and it was supposed to make Gray lash out at her like an animal as a punishment for leaving her former guild for Fairy Tail. Yet, he told her that the potion would make Gray fall madly in love with her.

She poured the potion into a mug of beer Mira was about to serve Gray, and watched in horror as Laxus snatched it off the tray and drank it.

The carnality of a dragon slayer?

Not even close to the carnality of a human.

Laxus had always found Lucy beautiful, and had watched her from afar. He had always liked her, from the first moment he saw her, but he chose to leave her alone because she was so innocent. She was like a flower he admired from afar, unwilling to reach out and pluck it.

The spell had brought him out of his mind and sent him after her in a near demonic craze and he had destroyed that flower.

To her credit, she had known immediately that her enemy wasn't him. She tried to call him back from the spell, but he couldn't come back—dragons are stronger than humans, so when the spell pulled the former to a position of control, the humanity he held meant nothing. He couldn't even begin to describe how it felt to keep hurting her while she cried for him to wake up from the spell.

He had absolutely wrecked her body while she fought him, cried, screamed, begged him to stop, begged him to wake up from the spell. Lucy had lost her virginity in an encounter that was entirely non-consensual on everyone's part. Her body was covered in bruises, scrapes, bites, and they weren't the kind of marks lovers left on one another.

Laxus was covered in defensive wounds where she punched and hit and scratched and kicked, and he could remember grievously wounding several of her spirits that tried to interfere, including Loke who had also begged him to fight the spell.

There was so much blood in his bed.

Lucy cried until she fell back asleep, and he washed her off of him in the shower, watching the water run pink as blood on his manhood went down the drain. He stayed in the shower for what felt like a lifetime, trying to wash away the memories, but they wouldn't budge.

When Laxus dressed and came out, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a bloody sheet.

"I'm so sorry," he quietly said.

"I know it wasn't you," she mumbled as she tried to stand and crumpled to the bed. "My body hurts so much. God, how did this happen?! I don't understand!" she cried.

He looked down and said, "I don't know what happened. I don't know anything right now except that we need to get you to a doctor."

"I don't want anyone to see me," she fearfully argued.

"I'm sorry for the shame, but you need to go to a doctor."

Lucy clutched the sheet tighter. "Do I get a choice in the matter? Do I get a choice in anything?!

The words were like a knife to the chest because he had all these memories that screamed in his ear that she hadn't had been forced from start to finish. He was so ashamed, and she was so ashamed, and they were there in this moment that was so full of desperate, frantic pain.

She snapped and stood to her feet, ready to lunge at him, but instead, she took one step forward and fainted into his arms.

Laxus wrapped the sheet around her tightly and took her to Porlyusica just like that, because in reality as himself, he didn't feel comfortable trying to clean her up or dress her as she was naked under the sheet. When he banged on the door, the old woman answered it, mortar and pestle in hand as she prepared herbs.

Porlyusica looked down at Lucy. "What happened?"

"I don't know, but the one who hurt her is me," he admitted.

The old woman started to unwrap Lucy and saw a vicious, deep bite on her breasts. Her head jerked up at him in disbelief because she'd watched him grow up and knew he wasn't like this at all. Then, her confusion eased and she simply shook her head. "Laxus, your eyes are dilated. You've ingested magic potion."

A spark of indignant rage came to life inside of him. I was drugged... he thought.

"She'll be okay?" he asked.

Porlyusica answered, "She's not going to die. Neither one of you is going to be okay, but you already know that." Laxus turned to leave and and she asked, "Where are you going?"

"To talk to Gramps. Something like this can't happen between guildmates and he doesn't know. He'd expel both of us for trying to hide it."

When Laxus walked toward the town, he started thinking very hard about his grandfather, and although he hadn't yet figured out how to reach someone like that telepathically the direct way Makarov could, he had the basics down, and right at the edge of the city, his grandfather met him.

Makarov had never seen his grandson look so crazy in his life. He looked oddly terrified, and he had strange wounds on his face. "Laxus? What on earth..." and then he felt how troubled the young man's spirit was, as if he was trapped in a cocoon of emotional turbulence. "What's wrong? Why are we meeting out here?"

Laxus looked away. "If Natsu smells me, he'll lose his fucking mind."

"What happened, Laxus?" Makarov asked as worry flooded through him.

"Someone drugged me yesterday. While I was under the spell, just...shit, Gramps. I don't hurt women. God. I may not be gentle but I've never in my life done or wanted to do..." he paled.

Makarov shook Laxus. "Snap out of it. Tell me who you hurt, and what happened?"

"It was Lucy. I forced myself on her."

The master's face fell, because it was so terrible it didn't even feel real. His grandson was famous for being a jerk, but with women, he was decent. It wasn't in him to do such a thing. "Where is she?"

"Porlyusica."

"Is she hurt?"

"I almost killed her."

Makarov's face twisted with worry. "Laxus..."

Laxus shrugged off his grandfather's hands. "Don't Gramps. Just don't. I can't deal. I can't look at her and I know she doesn't want to look at me."

"You're leaving?"

"I don't know where I'm going to go or what I'm going to do. I just know I can't look at what I did to her. She was begging me to stop and my body wouldn't."

Makarov knew that realistically, he could talk 'friends' and 'guildmates' and 'family' all damn day, but if Laxus had raped her, he didn't need to be anywhere near Fairy Tail. Not only was it going to freak out Lucy, but Lucy had an entire support system and it was likely the information would get out and cause even more problems.

He knew his grandson was especially correct about Natsu. Makarov wasn't sure how to address that but if Natsu found out and Laxus was around, it would start a war in the guild. While the master didn't mind the petty bickering, Fairy Tail wasn't the place for an internal war. The fact that Laxus understood both those things and the things that related to him and Lucy caused him to come to a quick conclusion that he didn't need to be in Magnolia.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't even know."

A week passed and Lucy went home to her apartment, although nothing in life felt right anymore. She felt mired in conflict within her feelings, torn between wanting to hate the face she'd looked up at and the knowledge that he didn't willfully choose anything that happened that night anymore than she did.

When she got home, she found a note on her bed.

Lucy opened it and unfolded the paper.

Lucy,

What can a man in my position possibly say? I'm sorry?

I realize that doesn't fix anything, but that's all I have.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry – I could stand in front of you and say it a thousand times, it it wouldn't change a fucking thing, will it? I'm not foolish enough to promise you I'll make it up to you somehow, because you can't unhurt a person. I can't undo the damage that was done, or even lessen the scars you'll carry on your body for the rest of your life. Everything that happened really happened, and that's the harsh reality of the future we have to face.

You are a beautiful and wonderful woman and a bright light. Don't let that light go out.

From now on, if you ever ask me for anything—no matter what it is—I won't deny you.

Please forgive my sin against you for both of our sakes.

Sincerely,

Laxus

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