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just-some-jam · 1 month ago

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Fight for Fiore

Gajeel Fedfox -Chapter One

The content of Fiore had always been locked within a time of great strife that was always followed by hardships. Curses, creatures, and defilers controlled the land, and Before the time when heroes, conquerors, legends, gods came and went as the centuries passed by. One horrid story seemed to curse the land like infected blood through a body, a story of every lasting power struggle that affected every great story. It is always the same tale, never changing in ending only in the beginning as the generations started and finished. The first affected was the dragons, a wonderous race of creatures that lived before men ever walked on earth.

Before all things were the stars, big and empty orbs that lay in the endless space of nothingness. Then out of the nothingness flew a great figure, a being of ethereal power. The world had been created in a single bellow by this strong and large of these beings. This dragon, the first of all dragons named Irene, touched what was the heavens above, breathing light into the stars Causing them to shine above. She created the sky where celestials would live, next, this all-powerful being lay in the endless space between the new light-filled stars creating the world that all would exist on. In her effortless display, Irene had become the first mother. Birthing what would become the next from the stars above. As Mother Irene the first of dragons laid upon the sky, she created the dragons Zirconis, Belserion, Atlas, Motherglare and finally Acnologia the last of her children.

Each child was created to serve a purpose in this new world she crafted with her body, all given specific roles on how to use this new world. Atlas the first of her children was to rule, and Irene's only daughter Motherglare was to stay by her mother's side and watch over her mother's body. Belserion and Zirconis the twins were to balance out the world, with peace and tranquility. The last child Acnolgia was to follow after his older sibling’s place, bringing magic to the world, but Acnologia was selfish. He wanted to keep the world to himself, never under his older brother's rule.

In his possessiveness to rule he fought his siblings for control, finally succeeding after decades of battle. In their war which from fourth on was named the clash of dragons, acnologia tore his eldest brother Atlas apart. Turning him into the great flame that circled the world giving light to his new possession. Next, he ripped his sister from his mother's shoulders waving her back and forth through the sky, allowing her screams to make the wind and clouds causing the new world to forever be turning round and round. Spinning through an endless void that displeased the celestials. Lastly, for his older twin brothers Zirconis and belserion the youngest dragon tied them together, for they were the mightiest of the children. The only ones that could stop him, but could never get along with each other.

With the help of the celestials who wanted to stop The Clash of Dragons, acnolgia was able to compress his brothers down onto their mother, molding the twins into the lands that stretch the world now.

With all his foes now vanquished scattered across his mother, acnolgia flew to the now new content of Firoa where he laid claim to the land as his own. There he knocked down the forest with his large wings that had grown in the time of war. Clearing a singular piece of land that would be forever covered by his shadow in the west. Where the dark plains would be named. Next, he breathed a thick stream of fire to the south. Burning all that lay there creating the frugal kingdom of fire forever now summer due to the flame that still lingered. Once acnologia was done the great dragon began to tire comfortably laying his body down onto north. Where great mountains full of rich minerals and irons mixed into his body and the land. Formed from the thick and rich blood of himself. This is how the iron mountains came into creation, finally as the dragon laid upon the earth settling he left one spot uncovered by his tyranny. A single piece of clearing where the city of light got its start, but one last thing was left. As the beast laid its head in the middle of all. He drew his last breath a small island appeared from this final breath the windy isles that would soon come to be a place of peace between the four territories.

Although the great mother Irene was disappointed by the war that occurred on her great body that had become the world. She gave one last gift to the new world now shaped by destruction and death. Out of the scales of her twin sons zirconis and belserion came the first Men and Women. All many different shapes, sizes, races, and forms carried by the winds of her beloved daughter, now scattered all over the world. Her eldest child Atlas provided the sun that these new beings needed to start a life that would now last generations.

For her last child though the first mother Irene would bestow a horrid curse upon his land. Leaving a prophecy that he would play an important part in. Now bound to the land he would hold deep within him the eclipse gate. A sacred place that would one day open to bring on the era of dragons once again to the world when needed at its most. Over time the people of Acnologias land established the four territories that would rule first the Northern Iron Mountains, second the city of Light, third the Southern Kingdom of Fire, and lastly the western Dark Plains. All needed to play a future role in this prophecy that would help cure the land of its past. To always be at war with one another never able to progress like the rest of the world had freely begun to do.

A deep breath huffed in disagreement as he heard the legend being recited he continued to walk shaking his head. A woman of no particular features stood atop a short stone pillar. Speaking into the busy market her loud voice carried through its hustle and bustle. Some had come to stand below the pillar listening intensely to her words, most were children. Joining in to hear the great tale that they had shared so many times before. Others were fanatics who believed what she spewed wholeheartedly. That one day an era of mythical creatures would one day come back to claim the earth and break its curse. Saving the people in their time of need.

“Believers and their bullshit propaganda” Gajeel sneered. Many of the lower class that lived and worked in the Iron Mountains all followed the same thing. That the story of dragons and a cursed land was just an excuse to not fully exist in the real world. A way to desensitize everyone to what was happening in their homes under the tyrannical rule of their king. “I can't tell that people believe that stuff” another equally scratchy voice laughed along. Carrying a large tan bag of tools that the two had just secured. The small trip had been cut short considering most things in this place were either stolen or broken beyond repair. With the few lucky times that a stall would pecure something new.

“People will believe anything in a way to justify their suffering” Gajeel commented under his breath, causing Boze to stop in his tracks. The sunlight bounced off Boze’s bald head, causing his caramel skin to shine brightly in its light. Blinding the unfortunate souls that happened to be passing by.

“That's oddly poetic of you Redfox? Has raising girls grown you soft?” Boze asked beginning to walk again once he received a glare in response which was more than enough of any answer.

The two young men pushed their way through the crowd leading themselves to a long line where many like them stood. Readying to go into the forge, a nickname given to the place below the mountains, it contained the richest of resources. A place where most worked digging deep into the earth's darkest crevasse and few had the job of smithing weapons. Bringing out the riches of things that would be seen once in a lifetime. Only to be taken away straight to the greedyest of all who kept such treasures for himself, he alone controlled the iron mountains. Gajeel stood in line still as a soldier not moving a muscle as he zoned out thinking about the relaxation that awaited him at home. A strict voice echoed from the front of the line calling on the next ten people. This process took way longer than intended, signing each person's name onto a booklet to ensure that they would be paid the bare minimum. Just for their names to sometimes ‘get lost’ when payment came at the end of the day.

Gajeel shuffled his head to the side, his height providing a perfect view of what was seven other lines. One for each mountain, all full to the brim with people who awaited their turn. It was one young boy who caught Gajeel's eye, he looked younger than when he started working. The boy was covered in soot already a nod that meant he had just come from a different job of the day. Now standing in line to work a second shift, gajeel remembered those days back before puberty had hit him. He was around sixteen working two labor-intensive jobs just to provide for his family of three. It was after his father had left, a drunken fool who cared little for his children. Not enough to even say goodbye.

“They just get younger and younger don't they” Boze announced slapping his hand on his olive friend's shoulder three times. On the fourth, it finally caught Gajeel attention to move forward a few places in line.

“Not my problem” Gajeel responded rolling his eyes once again, now shifting them to the tan sack on Boze's shoulder. Full of what they would need for the day he and his associate had spent half of yesterday's earrings on the supplies. That would hopefully make their work less hard. The sack held new grips for a pickaxe that would help Boze. Though he hated to admit it, Boze had sustained a hand injury when he was younger due to a mine collapsing in on him. The two had also bought a new hammer for Gajeel since he worked on the other side of the forge. A space where only a few individuals bestowed the work of creating whatever the king demanded. It was hard work to stand over an anvil slamming down into its steel, Most of the time it wasn't anything special gajeel made, for the last few months now it had been common things that the king needed. Like an engraved brass plate probably for show, pots and pans things of that nature.

“Next” the strict voice yelled loudly as Gajeel and Boze moved forward once again now getting closer towards the front. “See I told you that coming an hour early was a good idea” Boze gloated. His voice faded into the background once more while Gajeel just stood in line buffering out his blabbering from people ahead and behind. At this point, he deserved a medal for his service to the realm. Protecting everyone's ears from his associates' nonsense day in and day out, the raven-haired man nodded along to Boze's words. Something was happening at the front he could see a man cutting through the crowded line to the right of him. Strange.

He adorned a set of big golden armor and the toughest of furs. This man was one of those people that never went cold through the long nights. Like he had done. The man continued to cut through the crowd ignoring the yells and protest of the people around him. Creating a path that would lead him straight to the man in charge of this whole operation. Once at the front, he seemed to disappear, now lost in the sea of formen and officials. Strange. Gajeel thought as “next” was called again breaking his focus again.

An iron hammer slammed down hard onto his steel counterpart, molding the metal below it into a flat surface. “Another damn plate,” Gajeel thought as he released all his anger into the new project he had been given. A tight deadline was enforced to go with his new assignment, to be done with a hundred and two plates before the midday meal. Which in retrospect was nearly impossible for the timeline given but Gajeel had struck a deal with the formen at the front. “I know you need it, so if you make me a few plates boy I'll cut you a little extra.”

The hammer slammed down again this time sending bits of sparks to the ground as gajeel pounded into the metal. His swings grew more and more unyielding from each slam of metal against metal. “Piece of shit” Gajeel yelled on the last slam hitting the center of the plate and finalizing his set. The young man was pissed, to say the least, he had spent his whole assigned meal cutting through the workload he was given. All for a selfish bastard and a few more jewels in his pocket. The smith finally dropped his hammer no longer new, the base now covered in scratches that cut deep. Gajeel slipped off his long protective gloves made from cheap leather that he had saved up to buy a few years back. Encircling his knuckles to take a much-needed break while the sound of footsteps approached his workbench. More like a work zone since the young man had an issue with working with others around him. Being suspended many times over the years for having disagreements with other smiths around him. Now secluded in his area of the forge where no one could bother him and vice versa. Where he could keep to his work without the pitter-patter of other voices bothering him.

“Redfox someone here to see you” sols annoying high pitch voice announced. Sol was the man in charge of all the blacksmiths. He was a spineless man who seemed to cave whenever something occurred under his watch. A fact from an incident in the past had given the strike as a murder. A little girl's death on his hands from his days as a watchman in the mines and when Sol was asked how he handled it all he did was cower over. “Sir Aria wants to speak to you” Sol shouted when Gajeel would not imminently turn around to greet whoever the hell it was disturbing him.

“I hear you old man” the smith growled, turning around with a raised brow and rubbing away the soreness in his knuckles with a warm towel from an off-to-the-side bucket of water. Gajeel had demanded that all stations have one nearby after a fire incident a few days back, although it was common sense to have water near a hot surface. Sol had never thought to assign anything to the station in case of a fire. After months of telling his supervisor that it was a must-have, Sol had to find out the hard way that Gajeel was right once again.

“So you must be the eclamined Black steel of the forge” Sir Aria spoke to Gajeel the man in question immediately cringed from the nickname. Obviously, he was a knight of some sort, why else would he come waltzing in like he had the right to?

“No one calls me that” Gajeel groaned, throwing the towel back into its bin.

“No one to your face” Sir Aria was quick to quip Shuffling towards an abandoned stool.

“Why are you here?” Gajeel sneered which was followed by a quick demand of an apology by his superior. “I mean no offense but Sir Aria why are you here?” He asked again this time with different wording but all the same sneer and tone.

“I came to see the man that created such a wonderous breastplate. You see I recently survived a gruesome battle and I require a few mending here and there." As Sir Aria continued to talk an ease began to set in gajeels brow. It wouldn't be so bad being enlisted for a private job of sorts. “I'll pay you double of what you work here, for your time taken” Sir Aria finally stated, his large frame getting comfortable in the uncomfortable stool.

“What about the smiths in the palace?” Gajeel asked, crossing his arms over one another.

“I would much rather have the man who made it before handle such a delicate procedure. This armor did save my life after all.” Sir Aria replied with a dry laugh mimicking gajeels crossed arms. The two large men watching each other intently both waiting for the other to give in. All the while Sol stood in the center of the room drowning in a pool of sweat nervous from what the young man would say. Gajeel had already said enough that would get many beheaded before repeating another smart remark but Sir Aria seemed to like Gajeel. Evident by Gajeel still being able to draw breath, “I like you Black Steel.” Sir Aria said cutting the silence.

The knight stood to his feet taking off the gold breastplate, displaying the large long scar that dug deep into his armor from the back. It looked as if some sort of large beast had scratched the man from behind, he was right that breastplate had saved his life. “I will be back in a fortnight to retrieve this from you. I expect it to be good as new.” Sir Aria announced turning on his heels to leave once the thick gold plate had hit the ground. Leaving a loud echo in his place. Sol followed behind Sir Aria as he walked down the tunnel further into the forge and away from Gajeel.

“I need a damn drink,” Gajeel said to himself once the room had been cleared out, now scratching his sore face with a displeased look.

The tavern was deafeningly full, the sounds of women and men alike drunky laughing at anything being said followed by the many different instruments being played at the same time. All combine together to make the most headache-inducing experience one could ever have all at once. Drinks flung back and forth from hand to hand, jewels loosely scattered the grounds probably from a customer who had way too much to drink. A glass shattered off in the distance which would have risen an eye if there already hadn't been so much happening. The wooden door slammed shut its wood leaving tough fingers as a figure walked in eyes scanning for a specific someone but finding someone else instead. Boze stood at the top of a round table contributing to the cheering that erupted like an open flame.

Gajeel helped himself to a seat, one right near the commotion that was gonna get out of hand sooner than later. “Drinks are on me” Boze yelled loudly above the cheering crowd, accompanied by a woman loosely hanging underneath his arm. His generosity definitely was created by his favorite choice of, drink. Winter's edge brandy something both Gajeel and Boze had both come up with in their much younger years. The two men finding comfort at the bottom of a cup together through hardships. “Broze we know you're broke” A man's voice yelled from the crowd causing the drunk man to turn over his shoulder stammering slightly. “What?! Who said that?” he shouted back into the crowd.

Gajeel shook his head massaging his temples as chous erupted. Just then a familiar voice snuck its way into his ears. “Hard day?” the drowsy voice asked, in the meliconlic tone she was known for. “What do you think ?” Gajeel asked with a raised brow greeting the cup that had been sat in front of him. Obviously on the house, considering it was from Juvia and if it wasn't the two would share some words. “I think you should be nicer to the person who gives you free drinks,” Juvia replied in a low tone huffing to herself as she snatched the mug off the table.

A loud clash broke through the air, it was Boze who had fallen off the table, trying to stand on one foot. Probably a wager he had just made, boze was like that. Bringing the good times to others even at the cost of himself. “He's gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow,” Juvia said sitting the mug back down allowing Gajeel to snatch it before it could be taken from him again. “You're telling me” he replied gulping down what he could in a single breath, it burned like hell in his throat, almost suffocating. “What the hell is that?” gajeel asked beating on his chest with a hand, trying to regain his composure before anyone else could see.

“It's rum. Rimfire rum to be exact” Juvia said with a small smile. Her long blue hair pulled back in a single braid. Keeping any sort of pieces from getting in her or other's way, juvia had tired blue eyes. Something she had inherited somewhere Gajeel didn't exactly know where. The only thing that the two shared in common was their nonexistent father. Both were hurt by the pain he caused, both bastards without a mother.

“Don't tell me you drink this stuff” Gajeel asked pushing the cup away now dont with its fiery liquid.

“It keeps me awake. We just got a large shipment from the south. It's all that they drink over there.” The blue-haired woman responded, taking hold of the mug to finish down the last of it. As her brother watched from his seat a look of pure disgust shown on his face, juvia had always had what people call a dry sense of humor. She never really smiled much, always down in the blues rather than enjoying her young life. That being said she had the resistance of a sailor. Unable to be influenced by the strongest of drinks, unlike someone they both knew. Who was now crawling his way towards the two using empty seats to regain his footing?

“Why should we trust anything they serve in the south? They're all a bunch of uppity rich pansies.” gajeel was quick to say as his half-sister sat in the empty seat in front of him.

“Why would you think that? I hear they're are pretty great things coming from the south” Juvia asked as Boze laid his head on the back of her seat. Finding comfort in what seemed to be the smell of her hair.

“You smell like the open sea” Boze groaned petting her hair while Juvia paid no mind to his actions. “We get our grain from the south.” She said ignoring the obviously drunk man's words.

“Correction the king gets the grain from the south.” Gajeel corrected waving over another worker at the tavern to give him what he called a ‘real northern drink’. The only time Gajeel Redfox ever had northern pride was when it came to the mention of the other territories in Fiore.

“Careful if anyone hears you they'll send you straight to the dead wave and you'll never be seen again” Juvia joked in her same dry manner. Which obviously gained not a single laugh from Gajeel who sipped on his ale quietly.

“You think that's funny don't you?” he asked. Which made Juvia shrug her shoulders never responding to the question he asked. Just then boze began to stir spouting nonsense like he always did when he got like this.

“You smell just like her ju.” boze mumbled to himself still lightly petting the girl's hair, both gajeel and Juvia knew that there was no malice behind Boze's actions. His lips now lose after his third full cup, “I miss Sue” mumbled once more now making an uncomfortable silence surround the three at the mention of Sue. Bozes' sister. Both Juvia and Gajeel exchanged looks never outwardly saying what the two were thinking, like some sort of sibling telepathy. Finally speaking when the both of them felt that it was needed.

“So we both agree Boze needs to go home,” Juvia spoke up in her flat tone even though she tried to say it in a caring way. “I'll take him back.” gajeel agreed standing up as the tavern continued to below out loud sounds. He wrapped his arm under Bozes, lifting the equally large man to lean against himself. So that they could make the difficult walk back, down the alleyways, and to the district that they called home. As the two walked jaggedly swishing side to side boze sang to himself a sad song. Something that he would usually do whenever he got too drunk to be sane.

“In the shadow of the mountains, where the iron veins run deep” Boze hummed dragging out each word.

“I heard the tales of old men, as they speak of things they keep” continuing with the song. The memory of drunken fathers coming from the minds sings the verses that filled Gajeel's mind as he continued to drag Boze through the street.

“Boze, I don't think this is the time to be singing” Gajeel joked in a light tone, his buzz highlighting his giddy feelings.

“The dragons fought, and the world was torn. A land born from fire, where hope is worn. We drink our ales and cry our woes, for the land we live in only sorrow sows.” boze continued to hum now growing louder with each verse. He could be heard through the empty alleys, while his friend dragged him along. It wasn't until they two were halfway home and Boze was halfway through his song till the two stopped. A group of men dressed in long fur cloaks stood near the end huddled together speaking in a hushed whisper. Stopping as soon as they saw the two men coming toward them slowly.

“Oh, the wind that howls, through the frozen night. Echoes the clash of dragons, the endless fight, from the iron mountains to the darkened plains. We carry the weight of ancient pains.” boze continued to sing as Gajeel stopped. Standing still right in front of the men they all made eye contact with each other. Seemingly waiting for the others to move first before any action was made.

“Just let us pass through and we’ll be on our way” gajeels deep voice echoed against the back ends of the stone buildings.

“Go another way” one of the voices spoke up with a measured tone.

“Can't, this is the only way home” Gajeel responded.

“Kid, take the hint, you're not wanted here” another voice spoke up. Stepping forward seemingly reaching for something. Before the first man stopped him with an outreached arm so that any of them wouldn't pass by his authoritative voice speaking again. “If you know what's good for you, redfox. I wouldn't pass through here”.

Redfox? Did this man just call Gajeel Redfox, that means he had to know him in some type of way. It wasn't like Gajeel wasn't known in his district, but not enough to be known as just Redfox. “No redfox around here,” Gajeel said with a raised brow, setting Boze propped up against a wall. So that he wouldn't fall too hard to the ground. “Oh, the curse that binds us, no end in sight. We drink to forget, but we know it's not right. In the north, we bleed, we live, we die. Under a sky that forever cries.” Boze continued on singing, as Gajeel confronted the two men with a narrowed brow.

The back door to one of the buildings opened up, shining a light into the alleyway. “Hey Metalicana, we're about to start” someone yelled letting in the group who slowly trotted in. Wait did he just say Metalicana? He's heard that name before at some point “Wait, what's your name?” Gajeel asked taking a few quick steps forward. Trying to catch up to the men before the door shut loudly. Gajeel stood there not moving having the choice between that door or his drunk friend. Gajeel Redfox had to make a choice.

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lael1yn · 6 months ago

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Reading this makes me want to send this to mashima and make nalu canon already😍😍

Gave him her heart

Ship: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia Summary: Lucy worries about what to get Natsu for his birthday, not knowing how ridiculously easy it actually is. Day 5 of Nalu Week 2023 - prompt: gifts Ao3

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Natsu was a good man. He was wild, fun, crazy, but most of all: good. Lucy was very aware of this and knew that such a good man truly deserved the best. So, naturally she felt slightly panicked when she realised his birthday was coming up.

Lucy liked to believe that she was good at giving gifts. She was observant, both on the battlefield and off, so she knew what people looked a little extra at when they browsed shops or went by markets. Wendy turned to sweets, cute dresses or jewellery, something Lucy was relieved over when she noticed it – Lucy was nothing if not good at picking clothes and accessories, and Wendy was transparent with her tastes (sweet = good, savoury = fine, if there was a good reason to why it was gifted, otherwise a little weird, and sour = danger zone. It could be risky, but citrusy tastes were appreciated in sweet desserts). Erza was also easy to please with gifts – either go the sword and armour route, or go the girly route, possibly with some suggestive books. Gray appreciated nice soaps and clean décor for his house, and if she wanted to be funny with him she could always gift him underwear, seeing as it was the only clothing that stayed on for a while (though since him and Juvia got together it wasn’t really an option – Juvia didn’t care too much about what Lucy gave him, underwear or not, but Lucy herself felt weird about it, so nowadays she kept to soaps). Carla liked tea and pretty dresses as well, but appreciated flowers and other handmade things, and Happy was never happier than on his birthday, when he practically could get buried in the number of fishes he’d be given.

Natsu, however? Lucy wasn’t too sure what she could give him. He liked loads of things – food, fights, adventures, funny hats, board games: few things were off the table with that guy. If she gave him a bouquet of flowers he’d probably smile and say thanks (and maybe he’d try to eat them once he got home), if she gave him tea, he’d probably set the leaves on fire and accidentally get high or something – she didn’t want to risk it either way. He’d be thankful for any clothes she would give him, but would most likely only wear them when he really had to, or to sleep if they were comfortable enough. He really liked his special made ones, that managed to stay intact no matter how hot his fire was. He would definitely try to eat the soaps, and that wasn’t worth it in her opinion, and if she gave him a fish he’d very likely think she was either giving Happy a gift through him, or that she was confessing her undying love for him, since that’s what it meant when Happy gave fishes as gifts to the opposite gender (of the same species, might be important to add).

Point is: giving Natsu gifts was hard when you knew him too well. She had even considered giving him jewellery that matched with the ones she had gotten from him recently, but it once again came down to him only wearing them as a chore, and her pride couldn’t really take that. She would have to put a pin in this challenge though, because she was expected at the guild to help cover a shift for Mira as she dealt with one of her requested missions.

As she entered the guild hall, she was relieved to see that it was rather empty. It had its perks, working at a bar in the middle of the day, and since she saw some of her closer mates, she knew she could take her chance to dig around and find out what others would be gifting him.

“Hi Master,” she greeted Makarov, still using the title he had tried to give over so many times already. Though technically he was still in charge, so Lucy thought it only appropriate to keep calling him master until he truly was off the position. “I’m covering for Mira this afternoon.”

“I heard,” he grumbled from his position in the wheelchair. “You’ve been behind the bar before, so you know the drill. In fact, could you bring me a plate of fried squid and a beer? Just put it on my tab.”

Lucy took his order and sent a note into the kitchen per his request. Normally Mira would help out in the kitchen as well, but since Lucy had limited experience with cooking the meals they were serving, she was excused to just manage the drinks and easier snacks, like nuts and chips. As she waited for the staff in the kitchen to finish the order, she poured a glass of beer for Makarov. Half with light alcohol, half with none. He was currently cutting down on his alcohol intake, Porlyusica’s demand, but to not make him fall back immediately from quitting cold turkey, they slowly made him drink lighter and lighter.

“So, Natsu’s birthday is coming up,” Lucy said, trying to cover it up as small talk, but realising it was obvious what she was trying to do.

“I’ve heard.” A smug grin graced Makarov’s face. The relations between the mages in his guild were always amusing, especially in the stage that Lucy’s and Natsu’s had been in the last couple of years.

“I’m a bit curious…” She gave him his order. “What do you think he wants? You’ve known him for longest.”

“Child, I’m too old to remember all my guild members’ gift preferences, and I’m definitely not rich enough to give away gifts like it’s nothing. For a long time now, I’ve allowed myself to forget who likes what.” Lucy smiled, ready to brush the topic off and take another order across the hall, but he continued. “I do, however, know that you could give him a stick or a pebble you found on the sidewalk, and that boy would treasure it like it’s his most sacred, most valuable item in his possession. Do what feels right, Lucy.”

She thanked him, but within she felt like she was back at square one. She knew he would be happy about getting any gift, but she didn’t want to give him just any gift. She wanted it to reflect how much she appreciated him and their friendship, and she wanted it to stick out. Maybe it could even suggest that she appreciated him more than a normal friend, but only if he started overthinking the gift (which she doubted he would do anyways). It was meant to be subtle, but not subtle enough for it to never be discovered by him. And if it needed to be discovered by him, whatever this little message it was she was trying to convey to him, then it would have to be flashing in neon lights above his bed when he woke up in the morning.

So, she spent a few hours continuing to ponder on what to do, as she was taking more and more orders as people kept dropping in. At around 6:30pm her true saviours arrived at the guild hall. Her team, plus a few other closer friends and minus Natsu and Happy, who were camping today and tomorrow, were back from one of their shorter missions, and they were probably starving for some dinner. Lucy was quick to come over and take their order, also grabbing her chance to question them about their thoughts on this conundrum.

“Hi guys, did the mission go well?” She greeted them, preparing her notepad.

“It went great!” Wendy beamed, and Lucy made a quick mental note to ask about the mission more in detail at a later date. She must have done a good job if she allowed herself to be this proud – Lucy always thought she was too harsh on herself when they fought on missions.

“Gray even kept his clothes on,” Erza added, praising the man on her right.

They took a quick moment to chat, and as they finally decided on what to eat, Lucy seized her moment.

“So,” she started, already knowing she would never live down asking a question like this, considering that many of the people at the table were quite transparent on their opinions on Lucy’s and Natsu’s relationship, “Natsu’s birthday, huh?”

The silence her sentence brought made her regret it immediately. She could already see how their brains were working on new ways to tease her for whatever she was going to say next, but she would have to swallow her pride once again. It’s for a good cause, she kept telling herself.

“Have you gotten your presents yet?” She chuckled awkwardly, hoping their answers would be enough to inspire her, so she could get their food and forget she ever brought it up in the first place.

“Mhm.”

“Yep.”

“I have too.”

“And I’m with Wendy on her gift,” Carla added, still making it painfully obvious that nobody was elaborating their answers. They were making Lucy work for it; she just knew it. They loved grabbing their chances to make her say embarrassing things, and today was no exception.

“Really…” She forced out a laugh. “So, what have you gotten him?” She tried again to prompt anyone at the table to speak up, but they knew she would have to continue pressing, and that it would sound more and more desperate the less information they gave her, so after they all stayed silent for another minute, Lucy gave in.

“I’ve just completely blanked out; I can’t even remember a single thing he likes! Please, help me! Give me some inspiration!”

Erza exchanged a glance with Wendy before she answered.

“Well, he likes fire.”

“And fighting.”

“And ugly tourist shirts,” Gray chimed in. Lucy groaned.

“I can’t exactly give him a clip card for sparring matches, and I’ve already considered a bonfire, but I wanted to have a get together later with all of us where we make a bonfire and drink hot chocolate and stuff.” She spared Gray a short glance as well. “And he only wears his special made clothes, so I can’t give him a shirt to frame for 200 jewel.”

“Then we can’t help you,” Erza said, flipping her bangs as she always does when she lies. Lucy pouted.

“I’ll get you your food, please help me afterwards?”

“Deal.”

After 30 minutes she finally had four hot plates balancing on her arms, ready to serve to her stubborn teammates. They were chatting along just fine now, so hopefully the would have forgotten their silent agreement to keep themselves clammed about their gifts. Lucy hurried to place out their food, hoping that they would notice her way of bribing them by giving them extra big portions.

“Now please...! What should I give him?” Lucy sat down at the table. She wasn’t going anywhere until she got an answer she was pleased with.

Wendy gave her an apologetic smile.

“Well… We can tell you what we think, but don’t you think he’d like it better if it truly came from you?” Erza nodded along.

“I’m going to give him a sword that’s enchanted with endless fire,” she revealed. “But you know, it’s not really a gift that screams ‘Lucy’.”

“Erza’s right. I’m giving him some scrap wood I found in the woods because I can’t really bother, but no gift we tell you to get will be as appreciated as the one you come up with,” Gray said, taking a sip from his beer.

“And we’re getting him a small cupon at a restaurant,” Wendy added.

Lucy sighed.

“I know it won’t be the same, but my creative well has completely dried up. Nothing I think of feels like enough. If I get him something I’d appreciate it would be like I don’t know him at all, and that doesn’t feel fair.” She started to feel hopeless. She didn’t like how drained she got from worrying about this – she loved Natsu! And she would love to properly show him how much she loved him, because he truly deserved that. Platonic or not.

“Hey, you look like you’re giving up, that’s not like you! Think of it like this, we’ve all combined our own interests with Natsu’s interest: Erza with the sword, Wendy and Carla with the food, and me with the scrap wood that shows that I have zero interest in him. Why don’t you write something to him? It may not look like it, but I think he know how to read. At least simple words.” Gray gave Lucy a half-hug from his seat in an attempt to comfort her.

“So… you think I should write him a letter? Would that be enough?” She felt sceptical, but it could work.

“You spitting on him would be enough,” Carla snorted, almost offended by her obliviousness.

“Carla!” Wendy burst out, not before Lucy raised an eyebrow in confusion. Her gut told her not to ask, and for once, she decided to actually follow that gut feeling.

“Do you really think a letter would be enough though?” She asked.

“How about you give him an experience? A friendly date of sorts,” Carla suggested.

“An experience?”

“Like going to the movies, or to a restaurant, or maybe picknick or stargazing?” It was Erza who spoke up this time, and Lucy thought she could see a sparkle in her eye. If she didn’t know better, she would almost think that Erza had been on dates like that herself.

“Hm… I guess you’re right. If he doesn’t like it, I’ll just have to ask him directly, I suppose.”

Lucy stood up from her seat at the table and bid farewell to her friends, along with her thanks. A letter would have to do, and she had a gut feeling that told her that she would figure out a good topic to write about. She hurried to end her shift so she could get to her gift-making. A good idea rarely stayed for long in one’s head.

When she finally sat at her desk, pen in her right hand and paper in front of her, she knew this was the right thing to do. What better way was there to tell Natsu how much she appreciated him, if not through words on paper? It was her speciality, after all. She had even lighted some candles to keep her company, since she knew she would sit there for a while. There was a lot of things she wanted to tell him and thank him for, and the letter would be the perfect way to convey these feelings. Right. Feelings. That could include her less platonic ones, and even if this was a great opportunity for that as well, she didn’t know if she was quite ready to go that far yet. In the meantime, she would just have to tell him she loved him in every way except the straightforward one.

Four hours and 16 pages later, she had her letter. It was ridiculously long, she knew that, and he probably wouldn’t be able to read it in one go, but her heart felt light. A letter was the perfect gift. She had even included multiple invites to ‘experiences’ she wanted to give him, and if he took as long to read it as she thought he would, then those experiences would be experienced with about one week in between them. Lucy gave the thick envelope a quick lick to seal it, and after that she couldn’t help but to give it a soft kiss. She had poured her heart out, and though it would be embarrassing for her to know that he would read such things, it also felt very right. It wasn’t a love letter, but in a way, it felt like it was. She had told him all the things she loved about him, all the moments she especially appreciated him being there, and how great her entire life was thanks to him. If read with the intent of reading a love letter, it could very well translate into one, and maybe, someday in the future, he could look back at it and see the hints she left him.

Lucy leaned back in her chair with a big yawn. It was well into midnight hours by now, and she really needed a refreshing shower. A thought went to how Natsu and Happy were having it right now, in a tent somewhere in the woods. Though she was happy to get to sleep in her soft bed, she was missing them. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. To speed time up she hurried to the bathroom so she could get into bed as soon as possible – her apartment wasn’t the same without those two.

Lucy cursed herself. Why, why, why had she written that letter? It was the most obvious love-confession anyone could ever read, how on earth had she not realised that when she read it through yesterday? She was dragging her feet behind her, because if the embarrassment wouldn’t kill her when he read it later, she would have to kill herself, and no one non-suicidal would ever look forward to something like that. So, her feet dragged. The letter felt heavy in her hands, and she knew that as soon as it would be opened, she would feel naked. Her gut was begging her to turn back, but her heart told her that celebrating Natsu today was more important than her pride. Him and Happy were coming back from their camping trip, and they promised her they would stop by the guild to say hi before heading home, and that’s when they would be surprised with a small celebration. Nothing like other events, where people went completely wild, but a celebration big enough to show him some appreciation.

Checking the clock one last time, she made sure that she was there before they arrived. They woke up pretty late generally and their favourite camping spot was about an hour into the woods. 10am. Maybe they hadn’t even woken up yet, but Lucy didn’t want to risk it. She wanted to prepare and decorate the guild, and then she would grab something to eat, considering she hadn’t eaten any breakfast yet.

As she entered the guild, she was relieved to only see her team and a handful more people. They were chatting and blowing up balloons, and they had turned one of the tables into a gift-table. Lucy hurried to put her letter amongst the others, eager to get the gift out of her hands.

“Good morning, Lucy!” Levy greeted her with a hug. “You’re pretty late, did you stay up last night?” Lucy chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, I had something important to finish.” She felt her team’s eyes in her back – they knew she had stayed up writing, and though Lucy knew she hadn’t written a love confession of any sort (other than platonic) she still managed to feel a blush creep onto her cheeks.

“So, do you need help with the balloons?” She offered, greeting the rest of the group.

“It’s fine, you go ahead and grab some breakfast instead,” Mira smiled.

“How did you know I haven’t eaten?” Lucy sat down at a table.

“You have a tendency to forget to eat when you have other things on your plate,” Mira just answered, placing down a yoghurt bowl with homemade granola and fruits. Lucy could only smile sheepishly, slightly embarrassed how obviously nervous she was about this event. She was sure Erza had told her about her moment of weakness yesterday, so she reminded herself to try to keep herself under the radar. She’d just be here, sing a happy birthday song, eat a piece of cake and watch Natsu open his presents, then the day would be over and the whole Lucy-confesses-her-feelings-though-a-letter thing would be over! No unnecessary teasing from her friends, if all went well.

“I’m back!”

The guild door shot open with a noise loud enough to give the untrained ear a heart attack. Lucy however had a trained ear, so she just turned her head and met Natsu’s happy gaze, her heart fluttering at the fact that his eyes immediately searched for her and no one else.

“Happy birthday!” The guild cheered. Lucy stood up from her place at the table, not really knowing why until Natsu stood in front of her, just an arm’s length away. If she reached, she would be able to bring him into a hug, and it truly itched in her arms to do exactly that.

“Hey,” Lucy smiled softly. “Happy birthday.” Watching Natsu’s smile go from surprised and generally happy, to soft and caring made Lucy lose what little control she had, and she caved into her needs to hug him. As soon as she felt him hug her back, she knew that whatever the others thought about the content of her letter contained, as long as Natsu read it and took it to heart, all would be fine.

“Thank you,” he whispered, tightening the hug for a second before he went ahead and thanked the rest of his friends, never straying far from Lucy.

The birthday party was overall a quite big success, everyone had a great time, and Natsu, who not so secretly had been itching to open the presents, finally gave in and announced what he was planning to do.

“Time to open the presents!” He cheered, almost jumping in place in excitement, clearly not representing the age he was turning (400-something years old) but making everyone smile regardless. Everyone except Lucy, whose heart flew up in her throat, suddenly getting the strongest urge to grab her letter before he got to it so she could throw it away or burn it. Not because she didn’t want him to read it – she would just prefer it if he read it somewhere more private, where the burning eyes of her much beloved friends could read it and jump to conclusions. So, she hurried close to whisper her plan to Natsu – despite him being the cause of these nerve-racking feelings, he was still her partner in crime, and she knew he would break his neck to achieve whatever she asked him to do. This time, what she asked him not to do.

“Psst!”

Natsu shot a glance to Lucy, who was whispering just quietly enough that no one else would notice, unless they had dragon ears and paid attention to her. Lucy, who saw that he had heard her, hurried to shoot her shot.

“My gift is the letter, I would kinda like it if you read it after the party instead? It’s just – it’s quite long and it won’t be any fun if you sat down and read it here, you know?”

The ball was in the air, and now she could at least sleep well knowing that no matter the outcome, she did try her best to steer the situation into best case scenario – all to her means of course.

Natsu, the king of pranks and someone who was surprisingly good at sneaking around, despite his usual love for the “let’s just barge in and fight anyone who tries to stop us” approach, still managed to keep up his gleeful demeanour as he had listened to Lucy’s request. He once again met her gaze and gave her a quick nod, ensuring that she had scored. The rest of the evening would manage to stay calm and uneventful. All thanks to their ways to keep down low. It was really convenient to have dragon hearing at times like these – though usually she had that thought on missions, and not happy, meant to be uneventful celebrations and parties.

The birthday boy himself didn’t mind opening Lucy’s gift later. In fact, he was just happy he was getting something at all from her, considering how stressful most birthdays could be for her. Sure, she already knew what genre people liked, but getting down to picking the actual thing and managing prices was a hard task for Lucy to tackle without stress. So instead, he went ahead and opened the elongated, wrapped gift that said “Happy birthday, from Erza” on the card. He would make sure to ease Lucy’s mind today, considering how stressed she clearly had been the last couple of weeks.

Natsu couldn’t stop grinning. He truly had the best friends ever, and despite him not being a big birthday celebrator when it came to himself, it felt good to be appreciated. There had been good songs playing, yummy food to eat, and most importantly: good company. He especially loved the presents he had gotten, since they clearly were gifts that his friends had carefully thought through and taken into consideration before giving them – yes, even Gray’s gift was appreciated, because though it seemed silly, he did sometimes need firewood after hard missions to speed up his recovery. Everything was dear to him, so when he finally got home with that thick letter in his hands, he couldn’t wait a second more to open it. This, you see, might be the dearest gift of all.

The softly written “To: Natsu Dragneel” on the front of the envelope made Natsu’s heart beat harder. He knew that the content in it probably wasn’t anything out of the ordinary stuff the two of them said to each other, but still. He liked that Lucy had put extra thought into whatever she had written. Or, at least he hoped she had, seeing as he didn’t actually know what the letter said yet.

Happy peaked over Natsu’s shoulder, closing the door behind the two.

“So, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Happy urged, eager to see what Lucy wanted to say to him, but clearly couldn’t since she had to write it down. In his opinion a speech would be quicker, knowing how slowly Natsu read.

Carefully Natsu parted the sealed wax from the paper, making sure not to tear anything. If he could make some space, he’d want to hang everything on his memory wall later, and in that case he didn’t want to ruin it.

Still standing just inside the door, Natsu began to read. The letter started out rather normal. She was writing the obligatory happy birthdays and saying hi to Happy, who she knew would read over Natsu’s shoulder despite it being a private message. That part piqued Natsu’s interest a little extra. What did she have to say to him that not only had to be written, but wasn’t meant for Happy to know? It sparked some hope in his heart that she possibly could feel something special about him – special-er than what they already had. He continued down the page. She started reminiscing about the past, and about halfway through the second page, Happy gave up on Natsu’s slow reading and told him he’d simply read it after Natsu was done with it. Natsu took a seat as he joined Lucy’s trip down memory lane, enjoying the new information on how she saw him when they first met, during their first missions and more. He especially liked learning that despite his foul mood the first days together, she still had fond memories of him, like when he included her in his list of friends when they fought Macao (before they knew it was him, since he had turned into a Vulcan) and how the reason she didn’t refuse to get along with him after he had seemingly deceived her for a mission, was because he had managed to get a few lucky words in. Something like “because we thought you seemed nice” had made her stick, and Natsu could only thank his past self for accidentally pressing the right buttons.

As he continued reading, he was struck by the wonderful realisation that he truly mattered to Lucy. It’s not like he didn’t know that she enjoyed his company, but seeing in in black and white was completely different. It wasn’t just that she had written something along the lines of “I care about you, your existence matters to me” (though that would have worked as well), but the fact that she could remember so many small details of what he had said and done, that she may as well have written a complete book with all those moments, and it would probably be at least 200 pages long. He knew she had been cutting down on what memories she brought up in the letter, because enough talks with one person made them show how much brain capacity they had, and Natsu knew that her brain capacity was way longer than a 16-page letter. This was her way of being concise. Yet she still managed to bring up moments he only vaguely remembered, sharing almost exact quotes of what was said and by who. Mostly the who was either Natsu or Lucy, but it was still impressive.

Natsu had never been interested in reading. It was a chore he had to go through to get the money he needed for food, had never been any more interesting than that. Except for two occasions: Lucy’s first published book, and this letter. Sure, he had been reading it for almost double as long as it probably took to write it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested. This letter was so far the greatest thing he had ever received, which wasn’t an easy thing to manage.

At 4am had he gotten to the last line of the letter. His eyes were trying to force him to rest, but his mind fought it like never before. He had skipped dinner for this, and he was not planning to give up last minute, just to succumb to something so superficial, boring and unnecessary as sleep. No, he gathered up some extra will power and pulled though. “Though you probably understand this after reading this letter, I am simply eternally grateful for everything you are, and what you’ve just read is the best I could do at describing my gratefulness in words. Thank you for all you’ve done, and for being unapologetically you. No one else could make me as happy as you have, so once again: Happy birthday, Natsu Dragneel.” She had signed it with her signature at the very bottom, ensuring that all he had just read was completely and wholly from Lucy. After reading the whole thing, he felt his legs itch. No, maybe it was his arms. Feet, hands? No, it was most definitely his soul that had started to climb inside his body. He wanted to go to her, and he wanted to see her. Preferably five minutes ago. He threw another glance at the clock. 4:50am. He had been tossing around, unable to even do as much as close his eyes, for the last 40 minutes, and he knew he wouldn’t feel better until he was within a 20-meter radius of Lucy. Or rather, 2-meter radius.

Not bothering to sneak around the heavy sleeper that the exceed was, Natsu jumped out of the bed and pulled on his slippers. In less than 3 seconds he was out the door, and in another 3 he noticed that he was running. He wasn’t quite sure what he would do when he saw her, especially considering that she most likely was asleep in this hour, but he simply had to get to her, quickly. The time was ticking, like he was a bomb soon to explode, like he was going to run out of time if he didn’t arrive soon. Wind blowing in his ears, he could barely make out the sound of his heavy breathing. He hadn’t run this fast in Mavis knows how long, and he might actually had made it outside her apartment in record time. His chest rising and lowering in big breaths, he managed to make something of a sigh in relief to see her window slightly opened. Climbing the wall quietly was no challenge with Natsu’s experience, so he swiftly pulled himself up, making sure to fully open and enter the window as quickly as possible – though this time with less success since he didn’t have as much experience with that part. Usually he just barged in after scaling the wall, seeing as the time he did it at was most often a time where Lucy either was away or awake.

Either way, he didn’t manage to sneak in as stealthily as he’d like. The window creaked and his body almost fell limp after getting a whiff of Lucy’s calming scent – that he had been running like a maniac to get there didn’t help either, and after a loud, nongraceful landing, Lucy was already awake.

“Natsu? ‘s that you?” She mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry for waking you,” he whispered, finding his balance on his legs again as he stood up.

“No worries.” Lucy had now swung her legs over the edge of her bed and sat in a more upright position. “Did you need anything? Is Happy alright?”

“Yeah, he’s at home sleeping. I just felt like coming here,” Natsu said, full transparency.

“Alright,” Lucy said, now taking a better look at his face. He looked red and flustered, but with his heavy breathing it might just be the fact that he ran to her place.

“I read it.”

Lucy’s face started getting hot as well.

“The letter?”

“The entire thing.”

“Wow. Uh, so what do you think of it?” Had the hour been normal she might not have asked him such a bold question, but something about the way the streetlights and moon illuminating the room made her feel brave. Perhaps she still thought she was dreaming, but this felt much too real to be just a dream.

“It’s perfect.” Natsu took a few steps closer. He could now make out most of her facial features, sleepy yet alert of his presence.

“I’m glad.”

A few more seconds went by, though it felt like minutes.

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“All of it. All the things you wrote?”

A soft smile graced Lucy’s lips.

“Of course. I would never lie about those things.”

Natsu knew he could be dense in most situations. He couldn’t always read the room, and he wasn’t good at subtext. This time however, he had felt something the whole time as he read that letter. Maybe it was what other would call “reading between the lines” but he suddenly had great confidence in something that could change their relationship forever. Of course, it was a very long shot, but perhaps the adrenaline from all that running was just what he needed to gather the courage to take it. He did, however, decide to test out the water first. Running headfirst was usually his go-to method if he could choose, but he wasn’t blind to the delicacy of the situation he was putting himself in.

“Can I assume things?” He tried.

“Assume things? From what I wrote?” Lucy asked, curious where he was leading this conversation. She was very aware of her heartbeat, but she didn’t know that she didn’t have to be this time, considering that all that Natsu was hearing was his own.

“Yeah.”

“It depends. What do you want to assume?”

Natsu swallowed. Did he always have this much saliva? If so, maybe something was wrong with him. He swallowed again, clenching and unclenching his fists. Had he ever been this nervous in a situation as calm as this? No bandits, no monsters, no big wild animals – not even an annoyed Erza was around.

“That…” he started, his tongue thickening as he spoke. Not literally, but it sure felt like it. He could barely concentrate on what he wanted to say, gazing into those doe eyes. She was so, ridiculously pretty. He knew that before, of course, but he almost found it unfair. How could he think of any words when she sat there, looking all nice and pretty. “That you like me?”

He had said it as a question, though it sounded more like a statement right now. Lucy’s heart must have skipped a beat or two. She was still sleepy, but the tiny possibility that this wasn’t just a perfect dream made her stop herself from straight up answering yes.

“Well… I hoped my letter was clear on that. You’re my best friend in the whole world, how could I not like you?” She let out a small chuckle at the very idea of disliking a friend. She didn’t, however, predict what he would say next.

Natsu reached out his left hand, touching a piece of her hair that had fallen out from behind her ears.

“But can I assume…” He put it behind her ear, “that you like me more than a friend?”

Natsu’s eyes were darker than usual in the dimmed light, but Lucy saw clearly that he was being serious. Though, this exact facial expression was one she had never seen before. She had seen his tender look, his soft look, his happy look, his loving look, but she had never seen this combination of all. And it was her he was showing it to. In fact, maybe it was exactly this expression that made her admit the truth for once. For so long she had been scared that he would feel bothered or surprised by the very idea of “liking beyond friendship”, or love, as she would prefer to call it. She had been afraid that he would find her fantasies of the two of them living their life together as a couple weird, or even mildly repulsive. That her confession would lead to their friendship breaking apart forever. That, however, could no longer be the case. Lucy wasn’t blind, and she certainly wasn’t dumb. If Natsu looked this… happy? To even assume that she likes him beyond friendship, then the outcome from telling him the truth couldn’t possibly be bad. She tilted her head lightly towards his hand, sharing another smile.

“Yeah. I do like you more than a friend, or a best friend.” Natsu took another step closer, now close enough to make her feel his hot breath on her face that he had tilted upwards, towards him.

“Then…” He bended down slowly to come closer to her sitting position. “Can I kiss you?” His words didn’t come out louder than a breath, but Lucy knew what she heard. Her heart had never danced as wildly as it did when she nodded and closed her eyes as Natsu closed the space between them.

The kiss itself was probably nothing special to someone watching. It was plain and soft, just two mouths pressing against each other. For them, however, it was nothing short of magical fireworks. Lucy’s cool, soft lips against Natsu’s hot, slightly rougher ones sent shivers throughout both of them, as if the small touch had opened a completely new door, a way for them to connect and become closer than ever.

Inexperienced as they both were though, they soon had to break it off to breathe. After less than 20 seconds, Lucy pulled their faces together again. How could they have been missing out on this awesome experience for all the years they had known each other? Natsu knew that this already had topped the list of his favourite activities – even placing higher than eating and fighting. The next time they went up for air, they couldn’t stop themselves from giggling.

“Can this count as a birthday gift if I haven’t slept since yesterday?” Natsu asked, more energetic than reasonable after his long day.

“If that makes you happy,” Lucy smiled, giving him another peck on his lips. Whatever they decided to do from this point on, Lucy knew they would figure it out. After all, if they had managed to overcome the obstacle of going from friends to whatever this was, then they could definitely manage anything and everything else thrown at them. What’s important was that they from this point out, took on every challenge together.

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