These drabbles were created to get me to write more frequently. If you have a certain ship you would like me to write, please leave it in your review or PM me. I make no promises that all ships will be written or will be romantic in nature. The ratings of these drabbles will change. If the drabble has explicit scenes or extreme violence, I will mark it at the beginning. I will name each chapter with the characters it will be about. Thank you for reading!

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He didn't flinch at all when she sat next to him on the ledge over the river. She wasn't sure if he was aware of her hand on top of his. His hands were frozen to the touch. Not even his floating babies surrounded him. Rain pelted into his pinstriped top, making the skulls on his armor look like they were crying. She never took much notice of his outfit until now when patches of red were stained into it.

She wasn't sure what to say to him. They were friends if you defined friends as people you had only spoken to when they were trying to maime you. He never seemed to let that go. Whenever she smiled in his direction, he made himself scarce for the next few days. She wasn't sure if she made him uncomfortable, but she couldn't walk away from a guild member in need. There were whispers around the guild that his team took a mission and it didn't end well. No one knew exactly what happened – just that the leader of the Raijinshuu was unconscious in the infirmary.

She studied his face, or what she could see of it below his mask. He was rigid, as solemn as a statue. She was sure he was still alive by the continued stream of water that flowed from beneath his mask in a way that could only be tears. Talking wasn't something she and Bickslow did frequently so she did the only thing she could think of. She looked straight out to the river and laced their fingers together, giving his hand a tight squeeze.

They sat like that for what felt like hours until the chill began to creep into Lucy's bones. She rested her head onto his shoulder to get what little warmth she was able to. For the first time since he arrived, Bickslow's head turned to look down at her as if just realizing she was there. In an instant, he stood on the sidewalk, holding out his visibly shaking hand to her. Her small hand was placed in his, and as if answering a silent call from their friend, his babies appeared around them. Without a word, they made a platform for the mages to stand on. Before she knew it, they were travelling through Fiore. As quickly as it had begun, the babies came to a stop, placing Lucy on her doorstep. The air hung heavily around them before Bickslow leaned down and placed a light kiss on her cheek. Words bubbled in Lucy's throat. She wanted to say something, but what? By the time she had settled on a response, Bickslow was gone.

They never spoke of the time she sat with him in the rain. Now, when Lucy smiled at him, Bickslow simply smiled back.