Lucy Fairy Tail Cosplay Novels & Stories

But another part, louder and stronger, kept whispering: “You are not a child anymore. You are not a bird in their cage.” By the time the cab pulled up to the club, the Velvet Room was already pulsing with life. The line outside stretched long, men in sharp suits and women draped in silk waiting to be let in. The bass thumped faintly through the ground, vibrating into her bones. Lucy stepped out, head held high. She wasn’t just a little sister tonight, she was fire in human form. Her friends were already there. Maya, bold and wild with her crimson hair; Selene, cool and dark as midnight; and Kira, cautious but loyal to the end. The three of them lit up as Lucy approached.

Laura Angel POV Luther and his mother, Selene, help me dress. I am a mess. I can barely stand, and the faires are on their way here to see their queen. Me, the queen, the concept does not seem like something I should be dealing with right now. I should be trying to fit in with Luther and his pack, not trying to figure out what to do with a fairy tribe. "I feel sick, Luther," I say. I lean over on him.

I think I did a good job even though I have no idea where we are going to. " Wow, you look good." Lucy noted. " Thanks, you too." I said as I took in her appearance, she's wearing a nice floral print off shoulder short dress that has ruffle trim ruched up around the stomach area. She's really looking good. After doing my makeup and hair, I got up and walked over to the closet to look for something to wear, I don't know where we are going but judging by her appearance, I think a nice dress will do.

Its mouth was pried and held open like something out of an old story. You’ll never be free. That ghostly laughter came again. You’ll die just the way they all did. Then… Then what. I looked around. Then, I’ll have my victory. The darkness cleared for a moment. I saw Lucy in a thin white gown, practically transparent over her body. She wore nothing beneath it. Her stomach was round with a child. Her hair was long and straight as she pressed her hands to a pane of glass. A dark figure walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, twining a finger in her hair. It was Tony or maybe Matt, but that wasn’t what bothered me.

I ask, and Lucy gave a little shy shrug. “I may have been to a couple,” Lucy replied, looking shyly down at the ground. “Do you have a death wish?” I asked her. “If they ever found out you were a Silver Moon, they’d rip you to shreds.” “It’s not like they have some sort of book of faces of other pack members, Freya,” Lucy argued. “Besides, aren’t you some sort of outcast? Can’t you do whatever you want now?” “But Raven—“ “—Raven isn’t here, and it’s not like she’ll never know,” Lucy says with a wink as she grabs my hand. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I have the perfect outfit for you!”

Lucy's POV I picked at my nails that had just gotten a fresh French manicure. Faye had helped me with my make up, my eyeshadow was dark to bring out my brown eyes and I had on some nude dark brown lipstick, nothing too bold. My hair was held in a curly bun at the top of my head and my bags fell softly on my forehead, framing my soft features. "Isn't he supposed to give me a dress?" I mumbled mostly to myself, getting ready to leave this room and barge into Luca's for my gown.

she said, briskly taking out silverware from the cabinet and wiping them with a small white towel. “And oh, Penny, I’m Lucy, by the way. Okay, run now. There are fifteen guests on the upper level, wanting their drinks and refreshments as soon as the ship sets sail.” I nodded and entered the crew cabins to find my name on a door. The space was small and basic with a twin-sized bed. After rinsing my face and tying my hair into a tight bun as Lucy, Marie, and Alice did, I slipped into the blue checkered uniform. It had red accents along the seams and edges for a bold, formal look that matched the color of my hair.

Shock rattles me to the core, and then I gasp when my mother, Julia, walks right past me to get to the middle of the room. She is wearing glasses, high heels, and a grey skirt combined with a matching grey suit. I'm guessing this is how she dressed up as a teacher at the Magic Academy. Her outfit is genuinely proper. "You're overreacting, Lucy—The Fae aren't evil, and Daisy's grades could be much higher if she received the proper help." I turn my head, staring at the younger version of Lucy, glaring at my mother from his mirror hanging on the wall. He is sitting in his chair, leaning his chin against his knuckles with a furious demeanor.

Lucy takes after me except that she has her father’s brown eyes while her hair is shining silver. Lucy is a very bright and special child, at the age of 3, she has begun to use magic although we haven’t seen any trace of a werewolf in her, but she has been exhibiting traits of being a witch. “Why are you in the middle of the pack house?” I heard Joan ask coming up to me, I smiled at her as Liam stood at the doorstep with Rick and Asher conversing about something. “Its Lucy again!!” I replied giving her a smile “and how is my prince charming doing?” I asked begging to his level.

But as he stood there, his focus was shifted to the air, drawing his gaze to the side where Lucy was. His gaze met Marie who immediately looked away and soon landed on Lucy, standing awkwardly next to Isabella. Lucy was dressed in a delicate pink gown. The dress was simple yet elegant, a soft, pale pink that contrasted beautifully with the small rich green of the surrounding field. It was sleeveless, leaving her arms bare and the fabric flowed gracefully to her ankles. Aiden whose gaze was pressed on Lucy, noticed the innocence to her appearance, a softness that seemed almost out of place in the tense of the atmosphere. Her brown hair was loosely tied, framing her face in gentle waves that a