Fairy Tail and it's character belong to Hiro Mashima. This is only my version of what would have happened if Lucy took Laxus' offer on becoming his woman. Dragon Slayers have mates in this.


In a land far far away. Lies the kingdom of Fiore. A small peaceful nation of 17 million and a place filled with magic. Found in every home. Bought and sold in every market place. For most magic is merely a tool. A mundane part of everyday life. For some however, magic is an art and they've devoted their lives to it's practice. These are the wizards. Banded together into magical guilds. They plant their skills in search of fame and fortune. Many such guilds dot the landscape of Fiore. But there is a certain guild, In a certain town sores high above the rest. One from which countless legends have been born. A guild that will no doubt continue to create legends well into the future. It's name is,

Fairy Tail


"I'll tell you what. If you can talk blondie into being my woman, I'll do anything she wants."

95 characters.

These 18 words.

This one line.

This one offer.

Changed my entire life.

I heard Laxus' words that day, but I failed to comprehend them. His words sent me into a shock. But I was brought back to consciousness by Cana's yell of, "YOU SICK DISGUSTING PIG!"

I looked around and saw the iron dragon slayers iron rods sticking through the top of the basement room. But that wasn't all. Almost everybody who was in the basement had some kind of injury.

Then, it dawned on me. The cause of all those injuries was none other than ME. All of this happened because of MY father. All of these things happened because I ran away from home. It all happened because of ME.

Laxus is offering to help, If I agree to be his woman. It only makes sense that I agree. That I take this chance and agree to fix MY mistake.

So because of this reasoning running threw my brain, I took a deep breath in and walked up to the lacrima.

"Lucy? What are you doing?" Mira asked. But I couldn't hear her. It was like I was underwater, I couldn't make out anything my friends were saying.

But I was able to hear the three simple words that came out of my mouth quite clearly. "Ok. I accept."

And with that,

I had officially sold my soul to the devil,

or should I say the lighting dragon.

Nah, I'll stick with the devil, because that is what he was to me at the beginning.