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isabellafoster13 · 2 years ago

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This was requested on AO3 by Torhu_008.

This is a soulmate AU and diverts quite a bit from canon. I wasn't really sure which of Natsu and Zeref's fights to set this in, so I thought, "why not make one up?" And that's what I did.

I hope you enjoy!

He's My Soulmate! (Zeref x Lucy ft. Natsu, Gray, and Happy)

Lucy sat against a tree trunk, staring at the inside of her wrist. She had managed to get a break from their Alverez Empire problem to have some time to herself. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her brown eyes were locked onto the writing that was etched into her skin.

There was a thing called "soulmates." From the day that you are born, you have a name engraved on the inside of your wrist. This name is your soulmate, who you are destined to fall in love with. After running away, Lucy wasn't keen on people seeing the name of her soulmate. To remedy this, she would use makeup or clothes to cover the name.

She hadn't been very concerned about finding her soulmate, but now, she was wishing that she would never come face-to-face with him. Her eyes boor into her marked skin, seeming to be willing the name to change or disappear.

Zeref.

That was the name that was written on the underside of her wrist. She remembered when she first heard the name spoken aloud, but it was followed by the fact that this Zeref guy was an evil wizard. Upon hearing that for the first time, her mind had gone straight to the name on her wrist. There was no way that her soulmate could be some long-dead dark wizard. That was impossible. But, nevertheless, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the idea. Surely, she told herself, it was just a coincidence. Her real soulmate and this dark wizard shared the same name, that was all.

But now, she wasn't so sure about that. With the knowledge that Zeref was not only still alive, but also the leader of their latest enemy, she began to question if he really was her soulmate. What would that mean for her life now, Lucy questioned herself. Was she going to need to leave Fairy Tail and join her soulmate? Would her friends hate her? Could she avoid meeting Zeref? She didn't want to leave Fairy Tail. She didn't want to turn on her friends and fight them.

How could she avoid meeting Zeref and falling in love with him? That was the only solution that she could think of: avoid meeting him in person so that she won't fall in love with him and wait for him to be killed.

She sighed. She had to get back to the guild soon. She wondered if she'd be able to avoid being sent to help defeat him. She pushed herself to her feet and took a few steps before she heard a voice behind her ask, "are you Lucy?"

Lucy stopped in her tracks, her breath hitched and her body froze. She silently prayed that this guy wasn't who she thought he was as she listened to his footsteps come closer to her. She felt him take hold of her wrist and turn it over.

"Don't touch me!" She shouted and pulled her wrist away, taking a few steps back. She was faced with a young, black-haired man who was dressed in robes. Her brow furrowed at him and she held her wrist against her body. Her mind raced to figure out what she should do. She couldn't run to Fairy Tail because that would mean leading their enemy to the guildhall. She also knew that she couldn't fight him, not by herself.

She watched as the man raised his hands defensively, saying, "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

Lucy barked, "stay away from me! I want nothing to do with an evil wizard!"

A look of hurt took over his face, causing Lucy to feel guilt stab at her heart. She swallowed down the apology that rose into her throat and she maintained her glare that was fixed on him.

The man responded, "I don't blame you, but please, just hear me out." He then rolled up a sleeve and showed her the underside of his wrist.

Lucy looked at what was on his skin and narrowed her gaze at him upon seeing that her name was written on his wrist. She took a few steps away and sneered, "too bad! I don't want to see you ever again unless it's while you are dying!"

Zeref took a step closer, almost begging, "just give me a chance, please! I already have a solution that I'm sure you will be happy with!"

Hearing this, Lucy gave him a curious look. She relented, "alright, but make it quick."

Lucy walked with Natsu, Gray, and Happy, making their way to a designated battlefield. Lucy walked behind her friends, nervousness enveloping her being. That morning, a letter had arrived from Zeref, stating that he wanted to meet a few members. He hadn't said more than that, other than two of the mages that must be sent were Natsu and Lucy. Upon their departure, the chosen mages were instructed that Natsu would fight Zeref while it was Lucy's and Gray's jobs to support him. Happy was tasked with flying to the guild and getting reinforcement if needed.

Natsu lit his fists on fire as he went on about how he was going to beat Zeref to a pulp, quickly divulging into an argument with Gray. Lucy paid them no mind as she wrapped her arms around herself. She was unsure about her soulmate's plan, but she had no choice but to trust him and go along with it, hoping that it would succeed.

When they arrived at a large, grassy field, the trio found Zeref, standing in the middle. Natsu stomped over to the dark wizard, Gray, Lucy, and Happy following after him. Zeref smiled kindly at them, causing Lucy to blush and her heart to skip a beat.

"I'm glad that my directions were followed," Zeref started. He then opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off when Natsu delivered a flaming punch to his jaw. Gray and Happy cheered him on while Lucy gasped and covered her mouth, her heart clenching painfully.

Natsu thundered, "stop the yapping and let's get to the fighting!"

Zeref took a few steps back, his hands raised defensively, as he responded, "that wasn't the plan-"

Just as he finished, Gray called out, "Ice-Make! Wall!"

With that, a wall of ice was behind Zeref, keeping him from turning around and running away. Lucy's heart became erratic and her breathing became quick as panic swirled within her gut and spread to the rest of her body. This wasn't going as they planned.

Zeref attempted to defuse the situation, "I'm not going to fight you-"

Natsu snapped, "well, that's good! Makes my job easier!"

Just as the dragon slayer was about to launch another attack, Lucy bolted forward and inserted herself between the men, her arms raised in a protective manner. She furrowed her brow as she yelled, "Stop, Natsu!"

Natsu kept his fist raised as he snarled, "get out of the way, Luce!"

Lucy shook her head and snapped back, trying to stare her best friend down, "he doesn't want to fight! We should hear him out!"

Gray took a few steps forward demanding, "what's gotten into you?"

Happy floated in the air above them and asked, "should I get reinforcement?"

Nobody answered him. Instead, Natsu growled, "move, Lucy!"

Lucy shivered under his glower, but she was defending her soulmate, the man she loved, so she had to do something to help him and their plan. She barked back, "no, Natsu!"

In a flash, Nastu had distinguished the fire that had engulfed his fist and he reached for Lucy's wrist. Having not been able to react faster enough, the celestial wizard was tossed by her best friend to the side, yelping in pain as she crashed to the ground, several feet away from the rest of the group. She heard Zeref call her name as she pushed herself to her hands and knees.

She whipped her head around and picked up a rock, throwing it at Natsu's head. The dragon slayer turned around and stormed over to her, demanding, "why are you being like this, Luce? Have you forgotten what he has done? We need to take him down!"

Lucy shrunk away as her best friend approached her, becoming fearful of him attacking her as well. She curled into herself and closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth. She waited for an eventual hit, but instead, she heard someone step in front of her, and Zeref threaten, "don't you dare touch her in a harmful way again!"

Lucy snapped her eyes open and raised her head to see what was going on. She found that Zeref was standing in front of her, his body pulled into a fighting stance. The dark wizard continued, his tone not changing, "I don't want to fight, but I will if I have to."

Natsu sneered, "I don't care if you don't want to fight, I want to beat you up!"

Lucy watched with horror as Natsu launched an attack on her soulmate. She staggered to her feet and called out for the pair to stop as Natsu tried to knock Zeref down, while Zeref blocked his attacks with only defensive spells.

The blonde jumped when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She whipped around to see Gray giving her a look of concern. The ice-make mage asked with a quiet voice, "Lucy, why are you defending Zeref? He could just be trying to fool us."

Lucy shook her head and answered, sounding almost desperate, "he isn't though! He wants to change!"

Gray questioned, "how do you know?"

"Because he's my soulmate!" Tears slipped down her cheeks and she shoved her wrist into Gray's face, showing him the name on her skin.

Gray's eyes widened and he gasped at the sight of the name. He turned to Happy, who was floating next to him, his mouth covered by his paws in surprise. The black-haired man commanded, "go grab Natsu!"

Happy nodded and flew toward the two men as Gray ran alongside him. As Lucy watched with bated breath, Zeref was encased in an icy dome and Natsu was being held in mid-air by Happy. She smiled when Gray nodded to her and rushed forward. She stepped in front of the dome.

Natsu yelled as he thrashed around, trying to escape Happy's hold, "what the heck are you doing?"

Lucy snapped at him, "be quiet and listen!" When Natsu quieted and stopped struggling, she went on with her explanation, "a few days ago, Zeref came to me and told me that he wanted to change and join us. He and I decided that I and a few of my guildmates will come here to meet him so that he can tell us this. He and I were hoping that if a few Fairy Tail wizards were on his side, then Master Makarov would be willing to hear him out."

Natsu questioned with a critical look, "how do we know he isn't just saying that?"

Lucy revealed to him the name that was etched onto her wrist, saying simply, "because he and I are soulmates."

When she was sure that Natsu saw the name, she dropped her arm and turned around to face Zeref, pressing her hand against the dome as she smiled at him, love in her eyes. Zeref smiled back at her, his eyes holding just as much love in them as hers did, and pressed his hand against the dome as well. Their hands would have connected if not for the dome of ice.

Natsu then said, his voice low, "alright...let's take him to Fairy Tail."

With that, the dome broke and Lucy and Zeref were face-to-face once again. Tears welled up in Lucy's eyes as she wrapped her arms around Zeref's neck and pressed her body against his, feeling Zeref wrap his arms around her waist tightly.

They remained in their embrace for several moments. When they pulled away, they gazed into each other's eyes and leaned toward each other, pressing their lips together.

Getting not just Fairy Tail, but also the other guilds and the Magic Council, to accept him was not an easy thing to do for Zeref, but he was determined to redeem himself in their eyes. He was grateful for Lucy, who stood beside him the entire time, loving him and supporting him. It was a surprise to everyone that Zeref's curse had a weakness: the presence of a soulmate.

As long as Zeref had Lucy, his curse was contained, and he was even able to age alongside her. The following years saw the couple getting married and having children. They grew old together and passed away close together, with Zeref going first and Lucy following just a few months later.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #zeref dragneel #zeref x lucy #zerlu #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #happy #fluff #angst #soulmate au

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delirious-donna · 2 years ago

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Keep Quiet [ZerLu]

an: this was crawling about in my brain, so I thought it was time to get it down in writing! I cannot help but adore this pairing, although it is rare!

pairing: Zeref Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia

warnings: oral sex, semi-public, teasing, Lucy being rather vocal, just general sexy brain rot

Masterlist

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, right there. F-fuck… that feels amazing.”

The garbled words were like sinful music to his ears. Accompanied by the breathiest of moans, silken thighs muffled his hearing but not enough to drown it out entirely. A head adorned with the blackest of hair peered up into the face of a goddess.

It was almost impossible to describe her radiance, but he tried nonetheless.

The low lighting of the kitchen cast Lucy in a soft glow. Her head was tipped back, gaze towards the ceiling and her lips parted as low moans travelled up her throat. The golden silk that was her hair cascaded in a shimmering waterfall around her shoulders and down her back.

He admired the blush of her cheeks and the pools of rich melted chocolate that met his own as she lowered her head. Long black lashes fanned slowly against those heated cheeks and she chewed her lip almost as if she were embarrassed by what was transpiring. Yet her words were anything but meek.

“Zeref,” she whined, “please, don’t stop. So – so close.”

He didn’t want to stop, but a pause in the proceedings was needed, a reminder that was required of his gorgeous wanton girlfriend.

Zeref rubbed his cheek against Lucy’s sensitive inner thigh, licking his lips in delight as he silenced the whimper that was about to release from her pouting mouth with one finger pressed against her glossed lips.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got to keep it down. My brother is home and we don’t want him walking in, do we?”

Lucy nipped at his finger, earning a soft growl from the depths of her boyfriend’s chest. He had half a mind to stop, to leave her a needy mess until she learned to behave herself, but she was his biggest weak spot and they both knew it.

Instead, he chose to bite her thigh.

“Behave,” he whispered.

Zeref’s obsidian eyes glittered with dark humour as his mouth resumed the work he had started not long after they had arrived back at his apartment. They had spent the evening teasing one another, and this was the end result, Lucy perched on the kitchen counter with Zeref buried between her legs.

She tasted like the sweetest nectar, he had learned that long ago and he would never tire of her delicious essence. His tongue flicked lightly against her folds, collecting what had escaped during the brief exchange of words and savouring the sensation.

A hand thrust into his hair made him groan in delight, the fingers delving deep until Lucy was gripping the very roots in her quest to pull him further against her core.

She was close, he knew her early statement had been true. Her thighs trembled, toes digging into his shoulders and shallow panting had begun in earnest.

Zeref let a hand trail up, working beneath the pale pink blouse. His digits danced across the quivering flesh of Lucy’s stomach until he reached the underside of her bra.

He was less than gentle as he forced the garment up, freeing her tits but still keeping them covered. Zeref loved that Lucy was more than his large hand could contain, the softest flesh spilling out between his splayed fingers as he kneaded her roughly.

His nose nuzzled against her hood, lips wrapped around her sensitive bundle of nerves to create a perfect suction. Her hips were rocking, chasing the friction that she so desperately craved.

Zeref had intended on extending this until she cried and pleaded for release, but the noise from down the hall changed his plans in a heartbeat.

With his free hand, he collected her slick and teased her tight, fluttering entrance. He watched her face, the cute little frown and her mouth hanging wide as she neared the precipice.

Gods, he was so hard. His jeans were far too tight against his groin and the friction of his clothes was almost enough for him to rip them away, but he couldn’t.

“Aaah!”

Lucy’s yell was far louder than he had anticipated as two of his fingers sunk into her molten centre. He cursed silently, knowing he would have to work quickly.

Those fingers plunged deeper with each stroke, soaked to his knuckles and when he curled them to find her special hidden area, she lost it.

The hand that had been freely pawing her breasts lowered to hold her securely on the counter for fear she would tumble to the floor.

Lucy bucked and writhed as she orgasmed with unrelenting force. Zeref held his fingers still, near gasping at the sensation of her walls trying to milk the digits of something they simply didn’t have, and he wished it was his cock that was buried deep instead.

There was no time for allowing Lucy a slow float back to earth, continued movement and noises were increasing from his brother’s room, and he knew they could be discovered at any moment.

Zeref stood on shaky legs, licking at his slick lips and admiring the fucked out expression that his gorgeous girlfriend wore. He pocketed the panties that he had removed earlier and tugged her skirt back into place before offering his hand.

She took it shyly, knowing that she had been louder than she should have - clearly embarrassed. Zeref wasn’t mad, he loved how vocal she was, but he had no wish for anyone else to have that intimate knowledge. He tugged her towards his bedroom with a wicked smile on his face.

He had thought they were in the clear, tiptoeing past the door where light spilled underneath, but it was too good to be true.

The door opened just as the pair were passing and they froze like deer in headlights. A mess of pink hair stood in the doorway, a deep frown on his face until he realised who he was looking at.

“What are you two up to?” Natsu teased, arms folding across his naked chest.

Zeref’s mouth opened, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks at being caught out, that was until another voice called out.

“Who’re you talking to? Come back to bed.”

Natsu looked ashen, the smug smile wiped clean from his face as both Zeref and Lucy peered deeper into his room. There, snug in his bed and completely naked it seemed, was Gray.

“Seems I could ask you the same thing brother.”

#delirious writes #zeref dragneel #zeref #zeref x lucy #zerlu #lucy heartfilia #lucy smut #zeref smut #fairy tail smut

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sereignity · 3 years ago

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lmao i kinda wanna cry for all the otps i really really love. although i will go down with these ships—but i can't help that sometimes i hate how they're not canon, rare ships or just doomed to sink from the start. sometimes, im attached to these characters that i feel so frustrated, sad or depressed that they don't end up together. why do i always ship something that's never meant to happen and will never happen?

#fanfiction #doomed ships #narusaku #harry and hermione #harmione #zutara #jella #zerlu #graylu #i will go down with this ship #my otp #aaaaaaaaaa #seriously #why the hell not #kacchako #klance

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fukame · 6 years ago

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I did it *Q*

#zerlu #zeref dragneel #lucy heartfilia #zeref x lucy #ft #fairy tail #collage #manga

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please-let-me-die-in-peace · 6 years ago

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Don't reblog. Take a screenshot and upload it, by tag it with all your OTP's

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ammy246 · 7 years ago

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Person: “I want you to know that in an alternate reality, all your ships are cannon”

Me: Why can’t I live there?!

Me: Oh, wait, it’s because I’m a multishipper

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annequinox · 7 years ago

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Traveling With a Lonely Immortal

Part 5/? [part 4] [part 6] Pairing: Zeref and Lucy Rating: T Word count: 5,272 Status: Ongoing A/N: Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for the extremely late update! I know, I know, it’s nearly been a year, but here I am! I hope you forgive me! A warning that there is a steamy scene later on, but not enough to warrant a rating of M for this story. Enjoy!

Summary: When Lucy is given a chance to save her mother, she takes it, unbeknownst to her that the cost will be leaving the Heartfilia family forever. In addition to that, she has to spend the rest of her life with the most evil mage of all time and accompany him until her last breath.

A year. That was all she had been given.

It was a bright, chilly morning when she awoke with pleasant satisfaction. Lucy’s inn room was dark compared to the blinding brilliance of the palace rooms, but even still, it wasn’t a bother. It was rather comforting to wake up to the glare of the sun attacking her from the slips in her curtained windows. It made her feel chirpier than usual—made her forget the problems that she would have to deal with in the future.

It was on this day that she realized that her therapies and healing were finished.

A few months ago, she was reduced to this weak, trembling human that could barely walk to the door before collapsing. And because of that, she had maids helping her throughout her days—she didn’t like every bit of it—and August had given her time to rest before her deal with Irene was set.

She dressed and bathed herself on her own this time. She opted for a dress with a rather modest neckline that had a long skirt which swished against her ankles and sighed amongst each other. Her necklace was still locked around her neck and the pendant rested in the crook between her collar bone, clear for most of the month as Zeref was too busy planning for the ritual and trying to keep the Spriggan 12 tame to grace her with his presence.

Lucy kept all of her dreams to herself. She couldn’t tell anyone, not even Olivia—who visited her twice in the duration of her stay at the palace—or Brandish. She couldn’t tell them that she occasionally dreamed of a man with very short hair, in a kimono of the deepest black with red hibiscuses. She would approach him and sit in front of him, and together they would talk about things she could not really remember. But at the end of every dream, he would smile at her that promised destruction and peace, everything and nothing, and she would wake up in a cold sweat.

She had a guess that he was Ankhseram, but she wasn’t going to tell anyone that.

Gathering up her wits, she stepped into the hallways of the palace and began her search for Zeref. She wasn’t well accustomed to the twists and turns of the gigantic castle, but she was going to try her best anyway.

It was bustling with servants as usual. But the people in this wing didn’t know her as well as those in the south wing, where she usually entered through and would be greeted with guards that would seldom escort her to the emperor themselves. Here, the servants barely casted her a glance—aside from the few maids who took care of her—and allowed her to roam around.

In the few months that she was ill and nearly-dying, she had missed many things. One of which was Zeref, who fussed too much and didn’t dare approach her when she was far too weak to be touched. On some nights, she would pretend to sleep as he whispered his days to her, his hand gently gripping her fingers while he kissed her brow and left. On these nights she would wish for her recovery to come sooner, so she would be able to lie awake beside him again.

Irene needn’t mention that she was annoyed with the deadline that was given to Lucy. A year was long enough already, and to be completely honest, she was itching to talk to Ankhseram. She often wondered—what kind of disaster would the god bring in the future?

Lucy paused her walk for a moment to gather her breath. What would the god do to her, once they met?

She somehow did not want to know.

Pushing her thoughts aside, she resumed her search for the emperor and after a few wrong turns later, she finally found him.

He was leaning over a desk full of papers and he looked the same as she last saw him. His hair appeared to be freshly trimmed, and his robes were more elegant than usual, but his face, his smile, his eyes—they were still the same.

He lifted his head as soon as she entered his office, a small smile gracing his lips. “How are you feeling?”

She closed the door behind her. “I’m alright,” she replied, smiling back. “I still cannot find my way through these halls.”

“Do you want me to provide a map?” he asked casually whilst skimming through his documents.

“I would look silly.”

He laughed. “No, you wouldn’t. You look good whatever it is you are doing.”

Looking at Zeref, her demeanor softened graciously. There was nothing more calming than seeing him after months of suffering. Her insides burned with a desire to pull him into a crushing embrace, one that would leave the both of them breathless.

It saddened her to think that this boy, this lonely, amazing boy, was bound to live alone forever.

“Lucy?”

She dragged herself out of her thoughts and hummed in response.

“What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” she answered dismissively. “How are they? Brandish and the rest? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

Zeref pondered about this for a moment, one hand buried in his hair as he exhaled slowly through his nose. “They are out on a mission as of now. I told them to go to Ishgar to search for documents regarding Ankhseram’s curse. There are not much documents about it here on Alakitasia.” He crumpled a document and threw it behind him. “And don’t worry, I warned them not to cause any harm or bring attention upon themselves.”

Lucy smiled wryly. “I’m not really worried about them being noticed.”

“Then what?” he asked, pausing in his work to look up at her.

She lifted a chair to place in front of his desk and sat down, crossing one ankle over the other. “I’m just worried whether they think that their mission is pointless. After all… Irene does not fancy me that much, I deduced.”

“That is correct,” Zeref mused, watching her movements with mirth-filled eyes. “But from the many years that I have known Irene, I’ve observed that she sucks at expressing her emotions or what she truly feels.”

“You’re saying she likes me.”

He chuckled. “I did not say that.” A glare from his lover made him grin. “But perhaps, she does.”

Lucy rested her chin atop the back of her hand and breathed out gently. “Perhaps—she did give me medicine to help me heal faster. I just felt that she disliked me because of how she reacted whenever I was around, or because of the mere fact that she’s doing all this work not for you but for me.” She smiled sadly. “I might be a waste of time.”

“You’re not,” he reassured, gathering the papers in his hands and piling them neatly to the side.

Deciding not to push the topic any further, Lucy tilted her head to the side and looked past Zeref where the balcony was open, a soft breeze ruffling the curtains inward. The sky was a silvery blue, swathed with clumps of ivory and decorated with a single, brilliant orb of gold. It was calming to see the world so undisturbed, as if there was no such thing as demons or gods, curses or blessings, and most importantly, of the mortal and immortal.

The immortal.

The only immortal.

She glanced at Zeref, taking in every detail of his face—from his flawless skin, to the bridge of his nose, to the lashes that shaded his eyes. He looked very, very young. Too young for a four hundred year old mage. Not a wrinkle in place, nor a freckle dotting his cheeks. Not a single hair of white. There weren’t even scars on his body. And to think that four hundred years that he lived, he had been wounded multiple times, some considered even life-threating, and yet no mark remained.

He was old and young at the same time, powerful and handsome—but lonely. Terribly lonely.

“Zeref?”

He flicked his eyes upwards to meet hers, a slight crinkle to the sides as they gleamed. “Yes?”

“I love you,” she whispered, smiling a moment later.

Surprised, he blinked and flushed slightly. “I see,” he replied, chuckling.

“I love you too.”

医

Aquarius folded her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyebrows. “It’s foolish and impossible, brat,” she hissed, watching the said girl stretch her limbs in front of her. “A god is a god. One must never get themselves involved with one, much less the god of life and death.”

“There is nothing else I can do,” Lucy explained, frowning.

The spirit rolled her eyes. “Yes, there is,” she retorted. “Leave the damn brat. He’s too dangerous and too old for you anyway.”

Lucy glared at Aquarius warningly. “I can force close your gate, you know,” she reminded, standing up from her position on the floor. “You know I can’t leave Zeref.”

A tense silence followed her statement, and the spirit watched her master with a frustrated glint in her eyes. Was the girl stupid? She did not know. She never did get how that mind of hers worked. She wanted to knock some sense into her most of the time. As much as she adored Layla’s daughter, she would never show it. Not in a million years. It was just not in her nature to do so. And so was agreeing with the girl’s futile dreams.

She clenched and unclenched her hands unknowingly. “He’s four hundred years old,” Aquarius deadpanned.

Lucy lifted a brow. “And so? He doesn’t look like it.”

“He’ll never die.”

She froze mid-step, her throat bobbing as she swallowed thickly. “Tell me something I don’t already know,” she murmured, pushing her way through the spirit and taking out a key. “Leave me alone, Aquarius.”

With a wave of her gate key and a hiss from the mermaid, she vanished in a brilliance of gold light. Glad to finally have some peace and quiet, Lucy sat on the edge of the bed and held her head in her hands. She could feel a headache coming and she hated it. It was getting frequent after all.

Sighing, she began to massage her temples. She knew that at some point, the mermaid was right. Zeref was older than her. And he was immortal. Still, that never really did stop her from loving the cursed boy. And although she was merely hoping to be immune from Zeref’s miasma, perhaps she could convince Ankhseram to make her immortal, too.

Perhaps.

夢

It smelled of incense and green tea.

She knew where she was before she even opened her eyes. The smell was always the same in the temple, where red painted wood lined the walls and tatami mats covered the floor in the rooms. The hallway was dim every time, lit by fireflies and lined with doors. She took off her slippers by the entrance and stepped onto the cool, wooden floor. She paused, hesitant. She had never tried not entering the temple.

She looked over her shoulder and blinked her eyes at the pitch black view that greeted her. Exhaling quietly from her nose, she took her first step into the hallway.

Fireflies stuck to her kimono as she walked. She was always wearing a kimono whenever she visited the temple. It was customary, she supposed. But this one was of black silk, decorated with pink hyacinths and white vines. The obi tied around her torso was of the deepest red, with a gold link clanging with every step. The elegance of her kimono this time around was the only change that she noticed—other than that, everything else was the same.

The last room at the end of the hallway was the only door that had a mat in front of it. That was why she entered it during her first time coming here. Until now, she didn’t know why he kept a welcome mat when he hated visitors.

She slid the door open and went inside the receiving room. There was a table in the middle, with a plate of sweet dangos for her to eat and a steaming cup of green tea beside it. But he wasn’t seated there like she expected him to.

“Ah, you look nicer today.”

She whipped her head behind her and found herself staring into a pair of onyx eyes. She stumbled backwards. “A-Ankhseram.”

He smiled, head cocking to the side. “Hello, Lucy.”

She side-stepped to let him pass and slid the door close before following him. The tatami mat was warm beneath her feet, something that only happened in the receiving room. The rest of the temple, last time she checked, was cold and barren, save for furniture and fireflies. She wondered how the god could live in such a sullen atmosphere, with no one else but him. Then she remembered that he ruled over life and death, which meant he was used to everything and nothing at once.

Like her previous visits, Ankhseram sat across of her with one knee propped up informally, while she sat in seiza. For some reason, he didn’t like being formal with her, while she had to be strictly formal with him. It was one of his customs—or perhaps his way of shaming her whenever they were talking. Whatever his thoughts were, she still did not know.

“I see you are doing better than last time,” he commented casually, picking up one of the dango sticks and sliding one ball into his mouth. He licked the syrup on his lips and offered her his share. “Bite?”

Lucy shook her head immediately and bowed slightly. “No, thank you.”

He clicked his tongue and finished his stick, while she picked up the warm cup of tea and took a sip. The fireflies that clung to her kimono had somehow vanished, and all that was left were white flowers of where they last clung to the fabric.

Ankhseram kept his gaze on her face, watching her every movement with cool, calculating eyes. His stare felt like a heavy weight on her shoulders, but she ignored it.

“The flowers in my garden died today,” he began, leaning his cheek against the palm of his hand. “I was hoping you could tell me why.”

Lucy felt her palms sweating on her lap. “I suppose it is because there is no sunlight here, Ankhseram.”

“I wonder who could give them light then,” he pondered, sounding far too innocent for it to be a passing thought.

She smiled nervously, daring to meet his eyes. “Do you wish for me to provide them starlight?”

He shrugged half-heartedly. “Not really. I do not care much for flowers,” he stated, sighing. “Was simply trying to ask whether or not your magic is back at full.”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, tucking in her chin.

“I know, and it is rather blinding to be feeling it from you coming out in rays.”

She looked at him, biting her tongue to prevent herself from talking back—why couldn’t he just tell her that in the first place then?

Ankhseram hummed in amusement, lips quirking upwards. “You look frustrated,” he observed.

“I am not,” she countered, forcing a smile on her face to prove her point. “Why am I here again, Ankhseram?”

An ivory butterfly fluttered in from the window and it perched on his shoulder. “How many times must I tell you that I do not permit visitors, so I cannot exactly tell you why,” he pressed, brushing his fingers through his short, raven hair. “I just know I felt your presence by the door and—heavens curse me—I was far too curious to let you drift by. So I gave you a pass to the temple.”

Lucy pursed her lips, forehead creasing. “So why do you keep letting me visit then?” she pushed. “Are you lonely?”

He leaned back and supported his weight by his hands, looking down at her. “A god is not permitted to feel lonely,” Ankhseram answered, eyes blank. “However, I do think my conversations with you keep me entertained, so that must be why.”

“I am not an entertainer.”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “Nor am I one to be entertained, but it’s befitting and it works to our advantage,” he said slyly, tilting his head slightly to the side. “How does it feel? To be feeding more than yourself?”

“What do you mean?” Lucy asked with a frown, confused. Did he mean Zeref? Her spirits? Or something else entirely?

He lifted a brow in calm wonder. “You do not know?”

“Know what?”

Ankhseram smiled coyly, eyes darkening. “A child grows within you, spirit mage.”

She jolted upright, waking in a cold sweat. She panted heavily, her unbound hair clinging to her skin and the back of her nightgown soaked. She covered her face with her hands and sucked in a deep breath to calm down.

Like the previous nights, she gathered her wits and attempted to recall the dream. What did she and the man talk about this time? Her mind was noisy, like the flapping of ten million butterfly wings, and all she could recall was the blood-red obi and onyx eyes looking down at her—and that smile, that smile at the end once again. It murdered her.

She never did remember if he told her his name. Or if she told him hers. All she had were blind guesses that he was Ankhseram, but there was nothing to support her theory.

She buried her fingers in her hair and squeezed her eyes shut. But there was nothing. Not even a word left from their conversation or the smell of the room. Only the obi and his eyes. And that destructive smile.

夢

“Good, your stance is good,” Brandish praised, circling Lucy as she tapped a thin stick against the inside of her knee. “Lower.”

“Sorry,” Lucy said sheepishly. She maintained her legs, which were spread apart and bent with her arms positioned in front of her. Maintaining the stance made her insides tremble with the effort. It was one of the easiest, but her body was not as strong as it used to be—plus the weather did not help much. The afternoon heat was beating at her skin relentlessly, droplets of sweat dripping from her chin and sliding down the nape of her neck.

Zeref decided that Lucy had to be physically fit just in case she was going to be included in the war. Additionally, she was also training to be up against Ankhseram, in case he ever played games with her. Rumors had it that gods enjoyed giving puzzles to anyone who dared to talk with them. Lucy supposed she wouldn’t be an exception.

“Okay, let up.”

A breath sharply left her lips as she straightened her legs and began rolling her shoulders. “Ah, that hurts,” she moaned, wincing at the soreness of her joints.

“You’ve only done three,” Brandish pointed out, arching a brow. “You have yet to do ten. Only then do we move from the basics.”

Lucy pressed her lips together and exhaled through her nose. “I understand,” she murmured, wiping the sweat on her forehead.

The warrior waved a maid over and took a glass of water from her hands. “Here, we don’t want you getting dehydrated,” she said seriously, passing Lucy the glass.

She took the drink from her thankfully. “When do I begin training with my spirits?”

Brandish hummed thoughtfully, unconsciously shrinking and enlarging a piece of rock nearby. “With this pacing, I predict it will take you a month or so to be agile and physically strong without relying on your magic. It’s best that you save up on that department when in war. Dimaria will teach you swordsmanship while Irene will be in charge of your spell lessons.”

Lucy flinched. “Irene?”

“Oh, yeah,” the warrior confirmed, smiling sadly. “She’s the best we have, so his Majesty decided it would be best to make her your trainer. I’ll be on guard though so you shouldn’t worry about her.”

It wasn’t that, Lucy wanted to interject, but decided against it.

“Lucy,” a familiar voice called out, making her sharply look behind to find the person she had been looking for all day.

“Spriggan!”

Zeref chuckled and walked over to where the two women were training. His usual robes were nowhere to be found, replaced by black slacks and a dark long-sleeved dress shirt. She found this to be odd but didn’t question it. She liked the change after all.

“How’s training?” he inquired, hands deep within his pockets.

The green-haired mage glanced sideways at her case. “She’s… improving,” she supplied, lip twitching. “Months of being bedridden has made her muscles weak and vulnerable to bruises, hence why we’re taking it slow.”

There was a huff. “I am trying, you know.”

“I know.” Brandish smiled.

A sense of contentment filled the dark mage, and he gave them a few more moments before he cleared his throat, disrupting their conversation. “May I have Lucy for the rest of the day? I have a few matters that I wish to discuss with her.”

Brandish didn’t wait a heartbeat to bow her head. “Of course, your Majesty.” She straightened and faced Lucy. “I will see you tomorrow.”

She nodded, smiling. “Okay, bye Bran!”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Let’s go,” Lucy whispered in Zeref’s ear, hooking her arm with his as she dragged him away from a complaining Brandish. She failed to catch her lover’s amused stare.

They continued their peaceful stroll in the gardens, neither of them speaking. They both relished the peace that they rarely got to have, and with the war nearing the horizons and her bargain with Ankhseram less than nine months away, every second spent with each other was cherished and used wisely. They both seemed to be thinking the same thing as they entered the palace, heading for Lucy’s room—it was the only place they could talk comfortably without anyone listening in. Well, other than his office, but that was far too formal.

Lucy knew she should somehow be afraid to be this close to Zeref—she still wasn’t immune. Yet she couldn’t help it. She missed the dark mage as much as she missed walking around. He was always so busy that despite being in the same building as him, chances of them colliding were slim.

The hallway ended into a turn and she knew that they were near. When they arrived at her room, he took the liberty of casting a spell so that no one else would be able to hear their conversation other than the occupants inside. Why he did that—she didn’t know. She didn’t question him either for she trusted him wholeheartedly.

A sigh grabbed her attention.

“What’s wrong?”

Zeref was sprawled on her bed, shoes scattered on the floor and two of his buttons near the collar open. He covered his eyes with his forearm, chest rising and falling at a steady rhythm.

She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, combing her fingers through his hair. She suddenly saw his mouth open, and he mouthed words that she couldn’t understand. So she leaned a little closer, hoping to hear it clearer. But his whisper made her shudder.

“Don’t do it.”

She wasn’t sure if she heard him right. “What?”

A hand latched onto her wrist and she squeaked as Zeref pulled her towards him. Strong arms embraced her, holding her tightly against his body. “Don’t do it for me,” he begged, his voice barely a whisper. “Don’t bargain with Ankhseram.”

Lucy felt something within her break and her eyes saddened at the sight of her lover. She shushed him, placing her ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It was a fast-paced run, a sporadic thumping that just wouldn’t cease. And she hated it. “I’m sorry,” she whispered back. “But I need to do it—for us. We can’t keep living this way…”

“It’s dangerous,” he insisted, almost growling.

“And so? Being with you was reckless enough, but I’m fine, aren’t I?” she tried to prove herself. Lucy forgot how difficult it was to win in an argument against Zeref, but she wasn’t going to back down this time. Not when it really mattered.

“You know that this and that are not the same.”

“In terms of recklessness? I beg to differ.”

Zeref leaned back a little so he could look into her eyes. “Lucy… I can’t,” he choked, blinking rapidly. “I—can’t lose you.”

She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere,” she reassured, giving him a peck on the lips. “Please believe in me.”

Unresponsive, he simply cupped the nape of her neck and drew her in for a deep kiss, slowly tangling his fingers in her long, golden hair. She felt him nipping her lip and she held onto his shoulders. “Zere—ah,” she gasped, unable to speak from his endless kissing.

“I’m sorry,” Zeref mumbled against her lips, flipping them over so he was on top of her, his elbows on either side of her face. “I do believe in you.”

She smiled in relief, nodding. “Thank you.”

He nodded in return and lowered his face to rest on the crook of her neck. “I missed you,” he told her, his breath fanning her skin that sent a shiver down her spine. “Are you tired?”

“No,” she quickly answered, back arching when he placed a gentle kiss on her collarbone. Heavens, her mind was going blank. “I-I’m okay.”

A hand was idly making circles on her bare thigh, which reminded her that she was still in her training clothes. The other was still firmly planted on the bed, supporting his weight while he sent a trail of kisses down her neck to the dip of her top’s neckline. He sucked a specifically tender spot just above her heartbeat, and she bit the inside of her cheek to silence her moan.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, going back up to capture her lips. “The room’s sealed.”

Lucy knew that. But still.

“I-It’s dangerous,” she yelped, covering her mouth afterwards. Zeref had just left another hickey on her neck, one that could not be so easily hidden from prying eyes. “Zeref!”

The said man chuckled, amused eyes flicking upwards to meet hers. “You’ll be fine,” he said, grinning when he saw the realization dawn on her face. He was playing with her, and he was enjoying it. “Right, my love?”

She whimpered, “H-How dare y-you…”

He placed his knee between her thighs to keep them from closing. “Can you keep up?” he questioned lazily, his voice low and husky, sending a wave of goosebumps over her skin. “Has months of being in bed made you this weak?”

“No,” she groaned, face flushed pink.

She felt him smile against the inside of her thigh, and she closed her eyes, whimpering as he dragged his teeth over her skin. “Then keep up with me, Lucy,” he taunted, eyes flashing as they were suddenly immersed in darkness.

Lucy found herself glowing and, with whatever strength she had left, rolled them over. She straddled his waist, hands gripping his shoulders for support. She looked down at him and dragged a dainty finger down the side of his face. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “Of course I can—do not belittle me.”

He smiled cunningly. “That’s my girl.”

務

Zeref braced his forearms on the stone railing as he watched the rising sun from the distance, setting the sky alight with a palette of flames and lilacs. The freezing air bit into his skin but he paid it no mind. It was a comfort knowing that he could still feel pain—a reminder that he was still somehow human. Often times he’d feel the urge to subject himself to torture, simply to shake his spirit awake. A bad habit, he supposed. But one that he tried not to indulge in too much.

His beloved was what brought back the mortality in his soul. The woman was a breath of fresh air. Despite being an unexpected visitor on that faithful day at that wretched island, she ended up becoming something more to the dark mage than he would have let anyone be. It was against his principles but perhaps he could always break a few of his rules.

He was not just an immortal mage cursed to live his life alone anymore. Although plenty would oppose to that, having Lucy by his side was more than enough. He would sacrifice whatever he had to keep her safe and to assure her a bright future.

Gently, he inhaled, filling his lungs with air before exhaling through his mouth. Today was going to be rather hectic. He had a couple meetings with his warriors and he had paperwork to sign. August was also going to update him about their findings on the god, Ankhseram, and whether or not he was actually someone the likes of them could contact. If not, then he would be pleased to save Lucy the risk.

After a few more minutes of delightful tranquility on the balcony, he decided that it would be best that he start his day earlier than usual.

He entered Lucy’s bedroom and closed the door behind him, his stare immediately landing on his sleeping lover on the bed. She was clad in nothing beneath the pale blue sheets, yet she looked completely warm while she slept. It made him smile.

As much as it displeased him to leave all of a sudden, he didn’t wish to wake her up. Her training yesterday with Brandish drained her. Added with their activity last night, he knew she deserved a long rest. He would have to tell the green-haired mage about the change of schedule, along with a placement of orders for a new set of training gear and clothes—he’d have Invel accomplish that task.

He wrote a quick note about his whereabouts and a reminder for Lucy to take her medicine. It wasn’t much, but he hoped it could ease the hurt she’d feel from waking up without him beside her. He left the note by her bedside table and kissed her forehead before flickering away.

When he arrived in his chambers, he found his black robes prepared on the bed along with his white sash. He ruffled his hair, sighed, and began putting on the garments. It had a lot more layers than usual, which meant that he was in for one tiring day. Except Zeref Dragneel had gone through things far more tiring than meetings. Four hundred years was exhausting enough, after all.

He was in the middle of draping the sash over his shoulder when his brief but meaningful silence was interrupted by a series of footsteps.

“Your Majesty, permission to enter!”

His eyes narrowed. What was the commotion about? “You may enter.”

Dimaria slammed the door open and saluted, breathless. “I’m afraid I have urgent news to tell you,” she rushed, eyes set into a determined glint.

“What is it?” Zeref asked, frowning. His next words were swallowed as he felt that familiar surge of magic and all the color drained from his face. A bead of sweat slid down his temple.

The swordswoman swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowed. “Fairy Tail was sighted on the way to our borders!”

It seemed to him that things were not going according to plan.

There are three kanjis in this part.

医 - heal 夢 - dream 務 - duty

As I stated in the previous chapter, FT’s ending and everything that happened made me change my plans. No one stated if Ankhseram was a male or female, so I simply assumed. TBH I am trying my best not to ship him and Lucy now.

I decided to prolong this story a bit further since I do not know when it will finish, perhaps in two more chapters.

It took a while to write this, since I was so busy! I was elected as the student council’s president and too much had been going on. But I did promise myself to accomplish this task this summer, so I may as well :) I hope you enjoyed it! If there are any questions or if there are any errors, feel free to tell me :D

#traveling with a lonely immortal #annequinox #zeref x lucy #zeref and lucy #fanfiction #zerlu #chapter 5 #immortal #fairy tail #anime

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aiocho-colors · 7 years ago

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I am the light that lights the way And you are the darkness that follows Hey everyone so I colored spirits' (on Instagram) edit of Jellal and Erza to Lucy and Zeref! I'm really happy on the results! Anyway hope you have a lovely day!

#fairy tail manga #fairy tail #hiro mashima #zeref dragneel #lucy heartfilia #zerlu #manga coloring

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ravenstyx · 7 years ago

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Perfect Drug

Rated: MA

Summary: His kisses are the best I’ve ever had. Every single one of them is packed with ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ and I eat it up, a girl starving for something I should never have.

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I know he’s a criminal. I see it every time I show up and he's not expecting it; those are the times he hasn't washed the blood off his hands. I see it in the plethora of guns and the fake money he makes. It’s undermining the city and my father’s efforts to clean up the streets but I say nothing when my father asks if I’ve heard from the Dragneels. He used our friendship to get to them one too many times and I’m smarter now. Neither one of them will be arrested again because I let something slip. They won’t be found because my father follows me to the rooftop paradise they’ve made for themselves. When I visit them now, it’s during the daylight hours when my father thinks I’m working. I imagine that other grown women don’t have to hide their associations but not this Heartfilia. It’s bad PR, I hear, for the Magnolia Police Department’s Captain’s daughter to be friends with people like the Dragneels.

Does the Coffin Ridge Cafe owner ever wonder why I come through every Wednesday at one and disappear into the back through the service entrance? I haven’t been expressly told, but from what I’ve come to understand, Eileen Belserion with her hair as painfully red as sunsets knows the Dragneels and what they do and knows everyone they’re affiliated with, too. I’ve never seen someone come through this entrance that Zeref wasn’t expecting in one way or another.

The stairs I climb belong to a building that’s much older than Eileen has portrayed Coffin Ridge. It’s from the turn of the century and the steps are narrow and wooden. The third from the top squeaks; I don’t avoid it because I don’t like sneaking up on either of the Dragneels. The door that keeps the roof and the bar separate is made of solid wood, as ancient as the stairs, and the hinges squeal loudly when I open it.

Outside, the world is bathed in sunlight and Zeref stands on the edge of the flat roof with his foot on the ledge. He’s drinking, though it’s midday, and I imagine that he’s had to do something hard. He hurts people and he doesn’t like it. He’s not even used to it, though I imagine sometimes when I’m lying awake at night, that one day, he won’t drink a shot for every bullet he’s fired or every time he’s bruised his knuckles.

Though he’s heard me, he keeps his back to me and takes another drink. I can’t tell how long he’s been out here for. The back of his neck is red by the sunlight and his skin is beaded with sweat. I don’t see Natsu so I go to Zeref. The soles of my short leather boots aren’t thick enough to protect my feet from the rocks I step on. It hurts but I welcome the pain. It’s distracting. I don’t have to think about what my father would say if he saw me up here. I don’t have to think about what I’m doing when I stand at Zeref’s side and take his hand.

Every time I touch him, he is at first as unyielding as stone. He must be coaxed. Led and teased and baited. The first time I touched his cheek like this, I was a child and he wasn’t much older. What did thirteen-year-old Lucy know about anything? Nothing and then some. When I had kissed him then, he wouldn’t speak to me for months. It wasn’t until I got older and understood more about this world that I knew why. Too young, we were too different, his brother was too much in love. All it took was one bad night, too much whisky and a lack of inhibition to bend him my way.

It’s still there but we don’t talk about the stuff he thinks should keep us apart.

“Where is he?” I ask.

“With Yukino.”

I imagine Natsu kissing Yukino as he tried to kiss me once. I feel a small longing for something that could also be as sweet as honey but know that despite the way I was raised, I cannot have everything. People are people, not things I can buy and keep indefinitely at my beck and call. Besides, this is enough.

He turns to me and I’m caught in eyes as hard and as cold as onyx, as deep and dark as black holes, as endless as the midnight sky, and I know why I’m in love. Danger and morality haven’t hindered the emotion. I want something I shouldn’t have and I want it fiercely. I want it as badly as I’ve ever wanted anything and I would do dangerous and insane things to get it.

“We need to stop this, Lucy.”

“Why?” I ask and Zeref tells me all the things he’s always told me, though today, they’re told with even less conviction than usual.

“He drinks too much.”

“You both do.”

“It’s hard on him.”

“I know but I never asked him to love me.”

Then he says something new. “You don’t discourage it, either.”

That’s not fair and he knows it before I tell him so because he flinches. “Why are you trying to hurt me?”

“I’m trying to protect everyone.”

“I don’t want to be protected.”

He laughs humorlessly. “I know.” Abruptly, he changes the subject. “Have you turned on the news today, Lucy?”

“No.” And I suddenly don’t want to know why he’s asking, either. I loop my arms around his neck and pull him in close to me. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

He holds my biceps like he’s going to pull away but doesn’t. Zeref has always had problems pulling away. “We should.”

“Later.” I raise on tippy-toe and kiss him and he doesn’t push the subject again, though his response is slow. First, he won’t open for me and when he does, he lets me do all the work. I know that there is something wrong. Something horribly, horribly wrong. I willfully ignore it and pour myself into this.

Zeref pulls away and gasps like he's short of breath. One in, two, three. He takes another gulp of his whisky. I want his attention again. It feels bold to take my clothes off on Coffin Ridge's roof when I first start. Who knows if that's truth, though? Can anyone see me from the ground? Or how about their windows? Will someone walk up the stairs and through the doors? If it's happened before, I never noticed, too enthralled with what I was doing.

Today, I’ve worn a dress that will be easy to get out of. Crochet and loose-fitting, it comes up over my head with ease and then I’m just startlingly bare. The wind plays over my skin and twists my hair in front of my face and Zeref’s eyes go soft, the tenseness in his mouth disappears. He throws the bottle over the roof and it bursts below. With his hands free, he can’t help but touch me. His skin is calloused and his knuckles knobby from too many fights, his trigger finger feels deadly sliding over my lips and down my neck. He fills his hands with my breasts and whatever has been troubling him eases. I am better than whisky and drugs. I am better than fighting and I’m better than killing and I live for the way Zeref’s shoulders drop and his breath comes out in a giving-up-the-fight gust.

His kisses are the best I’ve ever had. Every single one of them is packed with we shouldn’t be doing this and I eat it up, a girl starving for something I should never have. Sometimes, I’ve thought that I’m selfish. Sometimes, I don’t care. Every little thing he gives, I take and I take greedily. His touches, his breaths, his moans. I forget about the hot sun beating down on the roof and making me sweat. I forget about the eyes that could be on my skin. I forget about hurting people I care about and I do what I want.

Zeref is dressed plainly today, though not practically. Despite the heat, he’s in black and it suits him. He’s dark and brooding and so is his clothes. His T-shirt comes over his head and I see he’s filled with too many scars. He fights too much. He gets hurt too much. I love him too much for it.

Selfish Lucy.

His skin is hot when usually, it’s cool. I press myself against his chest and know a kind of tortured peace. Nothing so bad for me should ever feel this good.

My heart jumps when he pulls me in by the hip and I can feel him straining against his pants. At my back is a wall. Gone is the ledge and here is a small corner. I can’t remember how we got here. Zeref’s mouth leaves mine and blazes a south-bound trail of anticipation. He gathers the skin of my neck between his lips and he’s so, so gentle. Gentler than I think he’s ever been in his life. Goosebumps come and I’m already lost. I let him work because I know it can get better and it will.

Sometimes, it feels like the only thing holding me together when we do this are Zeref’s hands. He’ll let his fingers dig into my sides and my hips hard enough that I think I should have bruises but I never do. On the brink is when he gives me pleasure. His lips close over my breast and I find the blackness behind my eyelids. Every cell in my body is singing from just that small touch and I want to ride it out. I’ve forgotten about the heat and almost about the roof; if I didn’t hear Zeref’s boots sliding in the gravel, I’d expunge it entirely and maybe I’d know peace.

Zeref never lets things go stale and is moving his lips again, down my sternum and toward my hips. Every so often, he gathers my flesh between his teeth and he nips. When he does that, I draw in a breath and open my eyes. Midday light is blinding. The city moves around us and we’re separate. Cars and planes and trains, pedestrians, they have no place here. The roof is ours.

I lift my leg when he asks and Zeref pins it against the wall with one hand on my knee. Every time he uses his tongue, to speak, to pleasure, it makes me want to die. A kiss is left at the very base of my leg just inches from my favourite spot and he looks up. Zeref wasn’t meant for sunlight, but its kind to him; it makes eyes that could be hard and cold earnest. It gives his skin just a slight olive complexion. It makes his hair warm beneath my fingers. It makes me absolutely believe him when he says, “I love you,” and I tell him, “I know.” It’s not the kind of love that’s absolute. It’s built off secrets and it’s built off ‘I shouldn’t have’s’ but I think it could be pure. It could be real. And I could fall to pieces.

His tongue leaves fire in its wake and I think I’m dying, Silks and furs and luxury can’t compare to the way I feel standing on this rooftop. They have nothing on feeling the hot bricks beneath my bare body, on feeling Zeref’s fingers cinch into my skin. I grip his hair tighter and he makes a small noise that could have been a protest but I know isn’t. Chills soar through me, and again when he inserts his fingers. He does things methodically and I know he’s pushed back whatever thoughts have been plaguing him. I am the perfect drug. With the knowledge comes power and with power comes pleasure. I’m teetering on the brink of what’s sure to be a powerful orgasm and I can’t think beyond enjoying the way he flexes his fingers both on my leg and inside of me, and the way his tongue twitches.

In the end, it’s not his tongue or his fingers that push me over the edge, but his hot breath and his own pleasured sigh, knowing that despite all odds and morality and the differences between us, Zeref wants this as badly as I do. Badly enough to hurt the people we love and badly enough to ruin everything we have in this life.

I’m sensitive but Zeref caresses me for a few moments afterward, tasting me and feeling me convulse. He finally stands and his pants look uncomfortable. I help him with that, opening the button and the zipper and pulling him out. He sighs again when I stroke his length and the sound again moves through me like a physical thing. I work from the base to the flared head slowly, slowly because I know I could make him come just like this but I don’t want to. Not yet. When his eyes close and his head tips back, I step into him and stand on tiptoe. His mouth is already cracked open for my kiss and I take another moan straight from his lips. He usually lets me lead this part but something is different today and the magnitude of what scares me. It scares me badly enough that when he pushes me back against the wall with some force and again tells me, “I love you,” I let him take back control. His kiss is forceful but still given with care. He never mashes against me hard enough to hurt; sometimes, I wish he would, mostly because I know what he’s capable of and I want to see it; need to because if I don’t know the monster, then I don’t know the man. Zeref wears his façade well, though, and never, ever lets the one beneath slip out in my presence.

When he picks me up from beneath the thighs and pins me to the wall like that, I don’t stop to protest that we’re being irresponsible. Zeref knows; he never thinks about nothing when he’s in the midst of a thing. I scrabble at his shoulders and pull him into me and he fits just right, stretching me just enough that I’m on the brink of discomfort but never quite there.

He takes his time during this part. He once told me he likes to watch my cheeks turn pink. He likes to hear my breath build into a wicked gasp. He likes to see my eyes move beneath my eyelids and my mouth open in pleasure.

I think again that I am the Perfect Drug.

It’s nearly lethargic but every time he draws his hips away, he comes almost all the way out and then comes back with enough force to make my breath explode. Every bit of movement is intense and I think I’m going to orgasm again. It’s feeling his body inside of me but mostly, it’s being trapped against the wall, lifted from the ground. This is the only way he’ll let me be at his mercy; he’s always so, so vigilant. When he sees me, he hides the guns and the knives and the drugs, he hides the him that people are afraid of and he becomes someone else. Which Zeref is the real Zeref? Maybe they are the same. Does it matter? Maybe. I know then without a doubt that our love isn’t absolute. It’s broken and twisted and I worry I need it to be that way because I've been told my whole life that it should be something else. Something beautiful and pure. In a strange way, this, loving someone wrong, is freedom from the suffocation of my father's home.

Zeref spills inside of me when I orgasm for the second time and I can feel every ounce. I will regret our decision in a moment when I need to clean up but for now, I stay exactly where I am, content. Zeref adjusts so he’s not holding me up and my legs apart with his hands but with his forearms. I can feel his heartbeat through his chest and into mine. He rests his forehead against mine and I feel the sweat for the first time in long minutes. It’s hot. So hot out.

“Lucy?”

I’m not sure I like the way his voice sounds; he’s about to say something he’s put thought into but isn’t sure about and if Zeref isn’t sure, I don’t know what to think. He never hesitates. “Yeah?” I ask because I can’t say nothing.

“Natsu and I are leaving. Come with us; with me.”

I find his gaze to see if he’s bluffing, though I know he isn’t. Zeref isn’t the kind of man to tell many jokes. I tell him the first thing that comes to my mind. “Yes.”

It’s in a motel on the province’s border that I’m sitting on a broken bed, wearing the clothes I left town in the day before. The news comes through the television and I hear it only partially. Jude Heartfilia is dead. Beyond that? I can't say what other information the newscaster has offered. Zeref looks at me from the doorway of the washroom, warm and false light blazing around him. He is as awful as I've ever seen him. Natsu is asleep in the bed next to ours. Which of them did it? Maybe both.

"It couldn't be helped."

I don’t know what to feel. Even when he comes to me and touches my chin. I look up and there is the man I love. And there—there is the monster I’ve been yearning to see.

#zerlu #lucy heartfilia #zeref dragneel #bad romance #ft #this might be the most beautiful thing I've ever written #just saying #my writing #writing #fanfiction

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isabellafoster13 · 2 years ago

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This was requested on AO3 by AspenWood.

This was requested to be a Reincarnated Lovers AU style of oneshot. When I was planning this oneshot, I wasn't entirely sure what I should do with Mavis and Anna, so I said, "I'm just gonna ignore them" and wrote this.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF NUDITY!

I hope you enjoy!

Lucy? Is that You? (Zeref x Lucy)

Beauty.

That was what Zeref saw as his lover splashed around in the river that he sat right next to. A smile stretched across his face. He loved seeing Lucy have fun and be so carefree, completely uncaring about his curse.

Zeref even forgot about his curse for a while. That was the kind of effect Lucy has had on him ever since he first met her. She was able to make him forget that he was an immortal wizard with a deadly curse. When he was with her, he felt like he was a normal young man. It was a strange thing really. For some reason, his curse has never activated whenever she was around, causing him to fall even more in love with her.

He watched as Lucy floated on her back, her bare breasts poking out from the water. She then turned and straightened her posture, standing in the waist-deep water, before she called out to her lover, "Zeref! Come join me!"

The black-haired man snapped out of his thoughts and laughed at her energetic waving as she continued to urge him to join her in the water. Unable to deny any of her requests, he stood up and stripped off his clothes. Once he was naked, he walked into the water, making his way over to his lover.

Once he reached her, Lucy cheered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body flush against his. Zeref froze at this action, his cheeks burning with a deep blush. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Lucy. It didn't matter how often Lucy would shower him with physical affection, he doubted that he would ever get used to it. Nevertheless, he loved nothing more than his lover showing him endless amounts of affection.

Zeref picked up Lucy bridal style and carried her further into the water until he found a large, underwater rock. He sat down on it, causing the water to reach his chest, and rested Lucy on his lap. Lucy then cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his lips, which Zeref happily returned.

The pair continued to exchange kisses that got more and more heated as the minutes passed by until Zeref pulled away and murmured, "we are going to need to get out soon."

Lucy responded, "No! I like the water!"

Zeref chuckled, "we're going to get wrinkled."

"My fingers are already getting pruney." She held up her hands in front of his face, showing him her fingers that were already beginning to wrinkle.

Zeref took hold of her fingers as he chuckled, observing the pruning digits. He then looked at Lucy with a serene smile as he questioned, "do you know why this happens?"

When Lucy shook her head, he explained, "it's because the thick layer of skin on her fingers absorbs water. This absorption causes the surface area of the skin to swell, but the outer layer is tightly attached to the living tissue."

Lucy smiled brightly at him before she kissed him once again. When she pulled away, she asked, "we should go to the bookstore again!"

"We were just there yesterday."

"I'd like to go again!"

"Alright. We'll go as soon as we dry off and get dressed."

Lucy whooped and hopped off of her lover's lap, making her way back to the river bank. Zeref chuckled before he followed after her.

Zeref slid down the trunk of a tree with a heavy sigh. His breathing was heavy and a few beads of sweat slid down his temples. He had just ran from a group of people in an attempt to avoid harming them. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to prevent his curse from activating, however, no humans were harmed. He was tired and miserable, as well as sick of his curse.

When was the last time he was free from his curse?

He knew when that was. It was decades ago when he had Lucy back by his side. For centuries, he had been in love with the same woman. A beautiful, blonde named Lucy. Since he had first lost her, he's noticed that he would meet her again and again. It was as if she was reincarnated and destined to return to him.

If that was true, then why? Why was he lucky enough to have a destined lover who would find him in each of her lifetimes? What did he do to deserve this? He couldn't think of a single answer to those questions.

Nevertheless, even though it always hurt, excruciatingly so, when Lucy would die, he would still wait to run into her again. And then, when it finally happened, he would strike back up a romance with her and relish in her presence and love. He would also appreciate the peace that he brought her and the calmness of his curse that her mere presence would bring.

He would oftentimes find himself wondering if Lucy ever remembered him. He never asked and she never mentioned it, making him think that maybe she didn't have any memories of him. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. Although, he did like creating new memories with her. He supposed that, ultimately, it didn't matter if she did remember him. She was still Lucy.

As Zeref sat against the tree, his eye closed and his breathing evening out, he wondered to himself: When will he meet Lucy again? It's been a few decades. He hadn't gone this long without seeing her.

He was just about to continue on his way, when he heard a familiar voice, "hello? Are you alright?"

Zeref jumped to his feet and his eyes widened as his cheeks warmed and his heart picked up speed. "Lucy? Is that you?" He muttered to himself, wondering if he had really heard her.

"Hello? I asked if you were alright!" The voice called out again.

Lucy! It was Lucy! He knew it was her! That was her voice! A smile stretched upon his face and he ran in the direction of the voice. He didn't get very far, however, when he accidentally bumped into the source of the voice, causing her to yelp and fall onto her ass.

Zeref silently cursed at himself as he exclaimed, "sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

He offered his hand for her to take, pulling her to her feet once she did. Lucy responded, "it's alright." She then looked up at Zeref's face, freezing immediately as her smile fell slightly.

Zeref stared into her eyes, desperately looking for any degree of recognition. During his search, he watched as her eyes sparkled, telling him that even if she didn't have any memories of him, she still knew that she was destined to be with him.

Feeling a rush of boldness, he leaned forward and hesitantly pressed his lips to hers, allowing her plenty of time to step away from him. However, much to Zeref's delight, Lucy didn't do that. Instead, she returned the kiss with love. Zeref had missed the feel of her lips and her presence. He finally had her back in his arms and he was going to enjoy the time that he was with her until her next lifetime.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #zeref dragneel #zeref x lucy #zerlu #fluff #reincarnation au #mentions of nudity #angst

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