Her Sire

Mine

Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail.

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Lucy was impressed with the black dress Mard had given to her and she had no idea when the man shopped. It was long and a lightweight cotton that let her skin breathe. The soft material molded to her curves before it flared out slightly to let her full movement. She even admired the bit of cleavage the dress gave her, it let her show off just a little skin, something she knew her vampire was fond of.

The day had been crazy, and she lost her mind at one point, but Lucy knew it would be okay. It was a mistake and though he scared the hell out of her, he changed so suddenly she felt whiplash. Stars above what she wouldn't give to know what he was thinking when he went from absolute righteous fury to soft comfort.

"That ruining your first foray into fellatio would make it a turn off for you, which affects me," he said as he adjusted his suit coat. The vampire was immaculate in his suit and Lucy found her little hormones whipping themselves into a frenzy around him. He wore black, as usual, but this time he had a white shirt under the dark purple vest and a black lightly patterned tie. The suit coat was a little longer than standard, a bit old fashioned but regal in its appearance.

"So, you were kind to me because you worried about you getting head for the rest of your life?" she asked her arms crossed under her bust.

Mard shrugged, "For the most part," he put his hands on her shoulders, "the rest was the fact that your tears and fear cause pain. I did not like that."

"I can live with that," Lucy said, knowing that was the best she was going to get as to him being romantic or apologizing. He held out his arm and escorted her down to the dining room. The smell of his carefully crafted meal wafting through the air and made Lucy's mouth water.

"Natsu! The babies!" Lucy heard a happy cry and Mard stutter-stepped briefly.

"That would be Uncle Sting," Mard said as he led her into the room. Lucy paused to look at the group of people before her. They all looked so mostly normal, no horns or wings or scales, just people. It put her a bit more at ease, even if she was now the center of attention.

"Everyone, this is Lucy Heartfilia, my bride," Mard said as his hand tightened around hers.

Lucy curtsied, "It's nice to meet everyone."

The wild looking pink haired man was the first to rush over, literally rush over, she had seen Mard move that fast, but wow.

"Lucy, this is my uncle Natsu," Mard said as Lucy looked at him. Uncle Natsu was taller than her with hair in a shade of pink spiked all over the place. He wore a white scarf, black vest, no shirt and black flowing pants, much more casual than her vampire. Though his smile and crazy eyes were his best features, she just knew he was a bit of trouble and that had so much promise.

"Oh, she's pretty Marchkin," he said with a massive grin to his face. Lucy was grabbed into a hug and she thought her skin was going to catch fire because of the heat coming from him. Though he was a great hugger, Lucy decided she liked him.

"Uncle, please that is a horrific name," her vampire groaned.

Ha! He should try being called brat, all.... Now that was an idea and Lucy quickly stopped thinking, before Mard started his usual tricks.

"It's a great name, you'll always be the Mighty Marchkin," he said as his hand stretched out and went to grab Mard's cheek. He pulled back and glared at his uncle, Lucy could feel his embarrassment at how casually his family treated him.

"I think it's cute, I bet he was adorable as a child," Lucy added, trying to lighten the mood. Mard glanced down at her and she smiled at him, letting him know how happy she was with this.