Pairings: Natsu x Lucy, Zeref x Mavis, tiny bit of others
Summary: Natsu and Zeref Dragneel are Magnolia High’s famous bad boys. But slowly, Lucy Heartfilia and Mavis Vermillion, two of the school’s best students, are falling in love with them
Author’s Note: Well. ‘Tis been quite a while, I must say. I apologize for not updating sooner, school and various things prevented me from doing so. Expect me to be pretty random about my updates- it’s clearly impossible for me to stick to a writing schedule. But here is a new chapter, a bit longer to compensate for my lack of updates! Enjoy! ~
At precisely seven thirty-five, Lucy’s alarm went off. The consistent beeps tore her away from sleep’s comfortable clutches. With a groan, she reached over, her hand groping her nightstand for her phone. The harsh light stabbed her eyes as she turned to alarm off, and rolled back over, burrowing deeper in the thing blanket. It’s Saturday, I should not be waking up this early! Lucy grumbled in her thoughts. Wait- Her eyes snapped open as realization flooded into her mind. “It’s Saturday!” She exclaimed, throwing off her blanket and leaping out of bed with sudden energy.
Wish upon a star, a savior, unseeing, unwinding, unchanging. The blessed, quintessential toughness remained untouched until it landed before her feet, calling out a surreal prayer of purity. Eyes wide it glanced at her, “Am I what you wanted? Am I what you need?” and she nodded in delight. Dream come true from a dreamy daze into a crispy reality in the detailed, most finest print possible. Until that new reality became a cursed image of hell, and the softness in its smile transpired into an evil smirk of promising doom.
“Careful what you wish for.”
The angel is the devil now. Her wish landed at her feet, looking at her as if she was its God, praying to her, worshipping her sacredly divine existence until its individuality dawned on him, and the lust for life tore at his skin.
You shot up on your feet as soon as you heard the front door slamming shut and feet shuffling towards your room.
Furious, with red flushed cheeks and the patient of a kid wanting candy, you rushed out to the hallway to welcome your boyfriend with lovely words. „You’ve promised me! You’ve promised me that you won’t come late again. Ever!“, you shouted until your throat hurts.
Bambam caught your wrists before you could punch him on the chest in your madden state. „Babe, calm down, please.“
We make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.
For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts.
We will sidestep, and to the final smirk
Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb
That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us,
Facing the dull squint with what innocence
And what surprise!
And yet these fine collapses are not lies
More than the pirouettes of any pliant cane;
Our obsequies are, in a way, no enterprise.
We can evade you, and all else but the heart:
What blame to us if the heart live on.
The game enforces smirks; but we have seen
The moon in lonely alleys make
A grail of laughter of an empty ash can,
And through all sound of gaiety and quest
Have heard a kitten in the wilderness.