• Lucy •

A wedding reception should be clamoring with excitement, friends and family should be happily exchanging their thoughts. Instead the newly wedded couple sat silently as they waited to go through the schedule.

"A toast to the lovely couple!" A bridesmaid exclaimed. The hall cheered in agreement as the newly wed couple blushed and smiled. Lucy Heartfilia rose her champagne glass in the air as her husband, Sting Eucliffe, kissed her cheek. This wasn't a happy occasion, everyone knew it. The two didn't love each other, but neither had actually thought about falling in love. Sting didn't have a say in the matter, Lucy was only trying to please her father.

The pairing was perfect on the outside. Two, deeply American, blond beauties with wealthy on their backs had found their way to each other. But everyone knew it was an arranged by the fathers, who were determined to get their children settled. Lucy's father was especially concerned, after the passing of the 19th amendment he felt he had been loosing his control over his daughter.

Throughout dinner, people came up to the couple to congratulate them. Sting would smile kindly and thank them as Lucy stood and smiled, dreaming of how she wished her wedding had gone. It was like she wasn't there, everyone saw the blushing bride but no one really acknowledged her. In return, she didn't acknowledge anyone else.

At midnight, Sting had lead her out of the reception hall and towards the car. He didn't look at her, he took her hand and pulled her out. It was cold and silent as they drove further in Philadelphia. Lucy glanced at Sting, who was loosening his tie. He was dressed in his uniform, which was decorated in countless pins and awards.

"You were pretty silent tonight," he said. Lucy pulled her veil out of her hair and let it cascade past her shoulders.

"Yeah, didn't feel like talking, I guess."

"You're from New York, everyone talks. Everyone shouts," he mumbled.

"You know what I just realized?"

"Hm?"

"We've never had a full conversation."

"And?"

". . . Isn't that a little odd?" She inquired. He didn't respond. He looked up at the deep, dark sky and felt any piece of hope disappear. "Are you okay?"

"Swell." They didn't speak the rest of the night. Sting fell asleep in their living room while Lucy got ready for bed. She covered him with a blanket as a clock tower chimed twice. When he awoke the next morning, Sting his wife in a corner of the library, asleep with a Jane Austen book lying next to her.

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• Natsu •

The man was holding a baseball bat and a can of chewing tobacco when he stepped out of his New York apartment to find a young, pink haired man climbing out of an up stairs window. "What the hell are ya doin'?" He shouted, taking the risk of waking up the street. The young man stared at him blankly.

"I was picking up my groceries," he said.

"Liar! Get yer ass down here!!" Natsu fell two stories and landed in a cherry tree. The man grumbled and pulled him inside. "It's 1920, you'd think we'd become more domesticated by this time. Some of us are still animals."

"Makarov, the hell was outside?" A young man was sitting on the stairs. He looked into the eyes of the pink haired man and couldn't help but dislike him. "Who's pinkie?"

"My name isn't pinkie!"

"Sorry, Sakura-Chan."

"Gray, that's enough," the older man lead pinkie into the dining room, where countless teenagers were eating. He sat pinkie in his spot at the table. "What's you're name?"

"It's not pinkie."

"Sakura?" A red headed girl asked.

"No. It's Natsu."

"I was right with the Japanese then." She was ignore, everyone was focused on Natsu. A young girl stared at him anxiously, she was waiting for something to go wrong. She was dressed in a pink lace dress that contrasted well with her hair, which appeared to be navy blue.

"Natsu."

"Hm?"

"The hell were ya doing?" Makarov asked. Natsu sat still for a moment. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a long strand of pearls and a diamond ring. The redhead gasped and took the jewelry out of his hand. She cursed at him before running up to her room. "Anything else?"

"You can pat me down if you want." Natsu stood and lifted his hands above his head.

Makarov rolled his eyes, "No, no, that's fine. . . You have a place to sleep tonight?" He asked. They both heard the building go silent, everyone who lived with Makarov knew what he was doing. Their own stories had started a similar plot twist.

"No. . . Why?" Natsu was completely shocked when the red head ran back into the room with a notepad with a list of reasons as to why he could, "never (or at least until time travel is invented) stay in the house." But Makarov was already handing him a blanket.

"The couch is your's for the night."

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Author's Note:

I'm back with a fifth story filled with drama, romance, and anything you'll probably find in one of my other fanfics!! Besides babies, no babies this time.

I'm back after a long break! I finished The Dragneel Affair back in May, 2017 and GUYS I LOVED WRITING THAT. I want to write another historical fanfic. TDA was inspired by a well known Leo Tolstoy book, War and Peace, as well as a incredibly well known Jane Austen novel, Pride and Prejudice. I decided to look into another Tolstoy for this one, Anna Karenina was the main inspiration for my newest fanfic, High Society! As well as Downton Abbey and Titanic (era inspiration)! At first I was going to have this set in Russia but then I thought that since half of TDA was in Russia, I decided to set this in America.

I could ramble on and on but I'm going to end this here. If you have any questions, feel free to message me here or on my tumblr (whiteintrovert). I hope you enjoy this fanfic and any of my others!!

Until I write again,

~ Lucy

A later author's notes,

I found a lot of unpublished fics and thought I would share the ones I haven't grown to hate over the years

-Lucy