Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is not mine. I just use the characters for my own sick pleasure
Pairing: LaLu (Laxus X Lucy)
Summary: They met one night under the light of the moon. Somehow it just kept on happening. Slight AU.
Winter 1
It's winter when they first meet.
Sitting alone at the docks Laxus never expects to find a young girl come waltzing past him, her light hair in an intricate up-do and clothes barely covering anything, despite the temperature in the city being way past zero. Her cheeks are blazing, even in the freezing weather that seems to have grabbed all of Magnolia, and a dark scowl dominates her dainty face.
A pity, Laxus thinks, the girl would be much prettier if she just wanted to smile.
She stops when she spots him glancing at her, seemingly evaluating him for what can only feel like an eternity no matter how Laxus views the situation, before striding towards him with determined steps.
Her heels make the loudest, most obnoxious sound in the silent night.
"Don't you just hate it when your own expectations let you down?" the girl snaps out of nowhere as she places herself beside Laxus, uttering a vile curse when her thighs make contact with the cold bricks that line the pavement, and pulls the tiny scrap of red leather that only barely qualifies as a jacket tighter around her quivering torso.
"I'm Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia."
Urgh "Who cares."
Why should he know her name? He doesn't even know who she is.
Crazy chick.
"Well that was rude. What's your name?"
"None of your damn business."
"Well, I want to make it my business."
"Who cares."
Laxus glares down at the girl, taking in her delicate features, large brown eyes and honey-gold hair. She's frowning again—this time at him it seems.
"I do."
"Why do you care?"
"You look like you need to talk with someone. So, talk."
God, can't this broad just get a hint and fuck off? There's a million better things he could do right now. All it would take was for him to just stand up and leave—but then she would be alone at the docks, with a minor army of perverts and drunken men standing between her and the closest residential area.
He doesn't want that kind of blood on his hands.
He sighs, "… I'm Laxus."
The girl blinks, Lucy blinks, before erupting into a brilliant smile—a smile that lights up the little corner of the harbor
"It's nice to meet you… Laxus."
He ends up walking her home after hours of one-sided conversation, mindlessly listening to the girl, Lucy, complaining about some boy she's had a date with the entire way back to her apartment as the snow begins to fall, and somehow completely misses the bright pink tattoo on her hand.
A tattoo eerily similar to the one he has on his abdomen.
Posted 8/9/2016
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