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circus4apsycho8 · 5 months

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𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕. | 𝚊𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝚌𝚑. 𝚟𝚒

𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

“Hey kid. Come on in.”

You step aside, allowing Romeo to enter your home. Acnologia is out attending his classes for the day, leaving the house to yourself.

“Thanks,” he replies, stepping inside. You notice he’s tenser then normal, which doesn’t surprise you.

You gesture for him to have a seat at your dining room table. “Can I get you any snacks or drinks?”

“I think I’m okay for now, but thank you.”

You nod, sitting down across from him. “All right. So I know you heard Alexander’s real name.”

“Yeah…I’ve been thinking on it for a while.”

“I know you have. I’m here to tell you the facts, not change your mind about him,” you say. “I met him when we battled, as you know. Ever since we traveled together, I started noticing improvements in his character. Which…I understand why you’re hesitant to trust him. I was too at first, but as I got to know him, I realized that he’s just been too enveloped in his magic to see the good in Dragon Slayers.”

“I heard Natsu and Lucy talking to Makarov about his attack on Tenrou,” he notes, sighing heavily. “It’s just…hard for me to know that he’s the reason our guild mates went missing for seven years. And now he’s here. With you.”

“I understand that,” you say softly. “He’s proving to me that he’s getting better. He retained control while we were fighting the dragons, and he’s been working hard to improve his healing and character.”

“I see that now,” Romeo says, shifting his gaze to your face. “And I really think it’s just going to take me a little while to get over it.”

“It’s okay,” you say, smiling. “He knows what he did was wrong, and he’s trying to atone for it as best he can now.”

“I’ll try to give him a break. What do you mean by him trying to maintain control, by the way?”

“He has these…blackouts,” you answer, frowning as you recall that conversation. “He loses control of his magic and conscience self, and his inner dragon controls him while he’s passed out.”

“Oh,” he replies. “I see.”

“Yeah. Doesn’t excuse what he did, because he had to kill a lot of dragons to get to that point, but it does explain.”

“His magic is so powerful….” Romeo comments. “But he’s doing a lot of good now. He saved you, he’s been working on himself, he acknowledges he needs to change and has been getting better. So… ”

“He also joined Crime Sorcière,” you add. “They’re going on their first mission with him this weekend, I believe.”

“Okay,” Romeo replies, smiling. You see his shoulders relax a little bit. “I still don’t think I can forgive him just yet, but…I’ll give him a chance.”

“And that’s all I ask,” you say with a smile.

“I feel a lot better about this now,” he confesses, standing up. You follow his motion, grinning as you ruffle his hair.

“I’m glad,” you state. “Are you doing okay, though? Not just physically…I know what you saw is hard to cope with.”

“Oh…yeah…” His smiles fades as he sighs. “I don’t know. I’ve been having nightmares ever since. But my dad is looking into therapy, so…”

“Good. It’ll help.”

“I hope so. It’s been hard for me to sleep lately.”

“I bet. But let me just say that you’re doing well. Just make sure you get the help you need, all right? And I’m always here if you want to talk.”

“Thank you,” he says, smiling as he comes to hug you. “I should get back to the guild now. But thanks for this, I needed it.”

“Anytime. Be safe, you hear?”

“Got it. See you later!”

With that, Romeo exits your home, leaving you with your thoughts.

Hmm. Maybe you should take a job? It’s not like you have much to do right now. Maybe you should wait for Acnologia to get home first and ask if he would want to come with you.

You look around, realizing that your house is a bit of a mess. Well, maybe some tidying wouldn’t hurt in the meantime. Mind set, you start straightening your house up.

After a while, you’re interrupted by a knock on your door. Hm, not Acnologia. So who?

Upon opening it, you find Jellal standing there.

“Hey,” you greet.

“Hello,” he replies. “Is Acnologia here?”

“Not yet, he’s still at his lecture for the day.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I have a question for you as well.”

“All right, come on in then.”

You step aside, gesturing for him to enter. He does so quickly and with elegance. Once more, you have a seat across from your guest.

“So, as you know, our first mission featuring Acnologia is coming up this weekend,” he starts. “We were wondering if you’d like to come with us?”

“What’s the mission?”

“We’ve caught wind of one of Zeref’s demons lurking in a small village near the northern coast. According to Ultear’s research, we think they’re planning to cause a large-scale massacre on the full moon occurring this Sunday.”

“Demons, huh? Why wait for a full moon?”

“There’s something different about this type,” Jellal replies, frowning. “I don’t know what, though. That’s why we thought we’d offer you to come with.”

“I’ll talk to Acnologia first before I decide. I wouldn’t mind joining, but I want to make sure he’s okay with it too. He’ll be home shortly.”

“Excellent. There is one more matter I wish to discuss…” he sighs, expression growing serious. “We are looking at defeating Zeref in the next year or so. We’re going to need all of the help we can get, and if we could enlist your help…”

“Of course,” you reply, straightening your posture. “Zeref has done enough damage. I’ll be glad to help stop his sorry ass.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” the bluenette replies.

The two of you talk for a bit longer before the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Moments later, Acnologia walks in.

“Hey!” you greet with a smile as you go to hug him. He grins, returning your embrace and pecking your cheek. “How was your day?”

“It went well enough. And yours?”

“Good,” you reply. “We have a visitor!”

“Ah, Jellal,” Acnologia releases you (much to your dismay) and walks over to the table, where you both sit down.

“Hello. How are you doing?”

“Well, thank you. How about yourself?”

“I’m fine, thank you. I have some matters to discuss with you about our upcoming mission.”

“I’m clear to go,” Acnologia answers, leaning back. “We’re leaving Friday, right?”

“Correct. We’re leaving early Friday morning. I’ll send you the details later on, but as of right now, that’s our plan.”

“Acno, do you mind if I tag along with you guys?”

“Of course not, love,” he replies with a small smile.

“Okay, I just wanted to ask.”

“Perfect. I’ll tell Ultear that you’ll be accompanying us as well.”

You nod, leaning back. “Sounds good.”

...

“This one?”

Acnologia frowns, studying the flash card in your hand. You giggle slightly upon seeing that the tip of his tongue is poking out between his lips, a confused expression on his face.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he growls playfully. “It’ll come to me in a second.”

After Jellal left, you decided to help Acnologia study for another exam. It’s been kind of successful, but you’re in the mood to mess with him for some reason.

“You can do it,” you encourage, a teasing smile on your lips. “...I think.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

He goes silent for a moment, gazing piercing through you in the way that sends excited chills down your spine. Moments later, he lunges forward to grab your cheeks, pulling your face to his. He kisses you roughly, causing you to drop the flashcards so you can wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

Seconds later, he pulls away with a smirk. “That seemed to work.”

“Whatever,” you reply with a grin. “Okay, back to studying!”

“I don’t feel like studying anymore.”

“Oh?”

“I want to do something else.”

“Like what?”

“You.”

You laugh, going to sit on his lap. He encircles you within his arms as he pulls you towards him. “That was bad.”

“Maybe so, but it’s true,” he mumbles, a soft smile on his lips as he gazes up to you. The two of you quietly stare at each other for a few heartbeats. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“Acno...” you mumble, smiling as your heart melts. “Thank you. You are too, though.”

“I could never compare to you,” he mumbles, raising one hand to brush against your cheek.

“Acno!” you whine, drawing out the last syllable of his name as you wiggle in his grasp. He only holds you tighter, grinning against the skin of your neck.

“What? Everything I’m saying is true.”

“Stars, you’re so sweet...” you mumble, resting your head against his shoulder. Mmm. You could stay like this forever.

“Not as sweet as you.”

“Dude!”

He chuckles. “It’s the truth.”

“Give yourself some credit too!”

“I don’t need that,” he says, smiling softly.

“You do need it, you’re just edgy,” you tease, booping his nose.

He scrunches his face. “Hmph.”

Another giggle escapes you as press a kiss to his cheek. “Are you excited about the job?”

“I am. It’s going to be my first official mission.”

“I think it’s going to be fun. Plus, we get to go with Crime Sorcière! I’ve heard such great things about their group!”

“Really?”

You nod. “They have such powerful wizards, like Jellal and Ultear. We can learn a lot from them!”

“That’s true. Do you know if the whole guild is coming?”

“I don’t think so. Angel and Meredy are in Crocus visiting Sabertooth, I think, and Racer and Hoteye are working on another mission.”

“So, it’ll be us, Jellal, Ultear, and…who else?”

“Cobra and Midnight,” you finish.

“And you haven’t met any of them besides Jellal?”

“Nope.”

“I see. Well, how about we get to bed, love? We have an early morning ahead of us.”

…

“Is this the spot?”

“Yes. We’re a bit early, so we still have a few minutes,” Acnologia answers as you glance around.

The early morning sky looms above the two of you, a soft breeze raising goosebumps on your skin. Despite the hour, you can’t help but feel like something is off about the town. You know you’re being watched.

By the looks of it, though, the demonic infestation haunting this town would not be a problem for much longer. Jellal’s letter had instructed the two of you to meet them at Hargeon Town at the listed time. From there, you all would initiate the search for the possessed townspeople. Hopefully that wouldn’t be a problem considering the nature of your magic.

After a few hours of traveling, the two of you managed to make it to Hargeon just in time. Beginning to grow anxious to hunt down Zeref’s demons, you step underneath a nearby streetlight in order to read the job description:

Location: Hargeon Town Task: eliminate demonic activity located near the 8-Island restaurant. Lethal force unauthorized unless facing life-or-death situation. Goal: eradicate all evil from villagers, who have been possessed by Zeref’s lower-level threats. I have a confirmed record of about a dozen, but that’s only the ones that have been seen. We need to exorcise the entities out without harming the villagers. If Erik and Acnologia cannot pick up their scent, we will have to find another way to figure out where they are hiding. Reward: up to 100k Jewel if done correctly. Additional Note: Stay aware in this area. This town is home to Yajima-san. We will need to work quickly as to not cross paths with him.

“How does Jellal get this kind of money?” you wonder, stowing the paper in a safe place.

“From what I heard, he and Ultear managed to negotiate a grant contract with an organization that specializes in criminal reformation,” answers your boyfriend as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Wow, that’s both impressive and clever,” you note, stepping closer towards him. It’s a little bit chilly out, and he seems to sense that as he slings an arm around your shoulders. The warmth from his body helps you stop shivering for the time being.

“Thanks,” you mumble, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Anything for you,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you doing okay? You seem a bit restless.”

“I love hunting demons,” you admit, jitteriness overcoming you. “It’s my favorite type of job. Their presence here is overwhelming. I can tell they’re going to put up a decent fight considering they stem from Zeref’s magic.”

Acnologia nods. “I understand that.”

A few seconds later, Acnologia suddenly turns in the direction of the road, where you spot Jellal and the others walking towards you. The heavenly body magic is with a tall, dark-haired woman and two men – one, however, seems to be asleep on a floating carpet. Interesting.

You offer a brief wave in greeting as the two of you approach them.

“Good morning,” Jellal greets. “It looks like we’re all here. Excellent. First things first – this is Ultear, Midnight, and Cobra. This is Acnologia and…” he introduces you. “Acnologia is our new recruit and she is a Devil Slayer who agreed to help us fight Zeref.”

“A Devil Slayer? That’ll simplify this mission tenfold,” Cobra notes as he shakes hands with Acnologia. “Regardless, it’s nice to meet you both.”

“The pleasure is ours,” Acnologia replies as you shake Cobra’s hand.

“It is an honor to be working with you both,” Ultear adds with a small smile.

“Same here. I’ve heard amazing things about your magic,” you state.

Cobra lazily points a thumb towards Midnight. “That’s Midnight, but he’s always asleep. If he wakes up soon, I’ll force him to properly introduce himself.”

“Anyways, we should get started in the interest of time,” Jellal interjects.

You nod in agreement. “They already know we’re here.”

“How can you tell?” Cobra questions.

“They’re watching us. They cannot understand our words but they can sense our intention. They aren’t going down without a fight.”

“In that case, what’s our plan?” Jellal wonders.

“Leave the exorcism up to me. There are lots of them here, but we’ll need to subdue all of them if we’re to complete the job without harming the people. Exorcisms are dangerous for the vessel, so we need to get the demons as weakened as we possibly can.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Cobra states. “Where are we headed?”

“This way,” you answer, leading the group towards a clearing in the town. “A large portion of them are gathered just beyond the forest line.”

“Acnologia and Cobra. Can you guys smell them?” you question, spotting Midnight merely peeking one eye open.

“I’m picking up a weak trail,” Acnologia notes.

“Me too. It’s coming from the forest. I can hear them, too. They think they’re being sneaky.”

A twisted grin settles on your face as you ready yourself for battle. “Void Ray!”

Your furrowed stare spies figures emerging from the forest. A ball of dark magic gathers in the tips of your fingers before you send it spiraling out towards the group. The others leap into action, joining in on the attack.

“Dokuryū no Hōkō!” Cobra yells, sending a blast of poison towards their group.

“Invisible Scythe!” Midnight adds, causing ethereal blades to slice towards the demons.

As the demons fall from the first few attacks, Acnologia backs up. “Eternal Flare!”

Magic stars barrel down onto the fallen foes, eliciting the possessed humans to screech inhumanely before they rush towards your group. You can tell they’re all injured and suffering from Cobra’s poison, but the pain doesn’t seem to affect them.

Midnight suddenly steps in front of you and sweeps his right arm out to the side, causing an unseen force of magic to make the group fall.

You snap your fingers while chanting underneath your breath, causing a symbol in the shape of a pentagram to appear on the ground underneath the fallen bodies. There are five symbols in each space between the points of the star-like figure inside.

“Damn you,” one of the demons spits. “Our Emperor will kill you all!”

“Yeah, he’ll get them. There’s no need for us to worry,” another adds.

“Banish Demon,” you mumble, causing the magic circle to light up a dim purple as all of the demons inside the circle start writhing in an attempt to resist the powerful spell. Within moments, all the demons have been exorcised as the humans scream out in agony.

And then, the evil within them dissipates entirely. The pentagram fades and you smile, left with a bunch of confused humans.

“I thought you said they were gonna put up a fight,” Cobra jokes, glancing at you with a smirk.

You chuckle, shrugging. “It appears I was wrong.”

A wave of hushed murmurs catches your attention. You turn to see the townspeople nervously studying you and the others.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt you. The demons are gone. Are you all okay?” you ask, leaning down to help them each up.

“I feel weak...what happened?” one person asks. This one is a young woman of about twenty years or so. You’re glad this exorcism went well – the results of a bleaker outcome would have been horrific to say the least.

“You were possessed by some of Zeref’s lower-level demons,” Midnight answers, “but they should be gone for good now. If you’ll let us put an anti-possession symbol on you, then you shouldn’t get possessed ever again.”

“You’re feeling weak because of the poison I used. It’s a weaker one that just tires you out. It won’t actually hurt you, it just takes a bit of time to wear off.” Cobra explains next.

“Is anyone hurt?” you ask.

Acnologia goes around healing anyone who has an injury before you and the other five set about stamping anti-possession tattoos on their bodies.

“Um...aren’t they fugitives?” asks a man who is clearly shaken. “I feel like I’ve seen them on the Council’s most-wanted list.”

“They are, yes, but they’re trying to make up for their sins. They’re good people, trust me.”

“How do you know that?” a nearby woman asks you.

“Tell me something,” you say, catching Acnologia’s gaze as you step in front of the crowd. “My old mentor once asked me: ‘What is better: to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?’ What do you all think?”

That question always gets people. The group falls silent.

“Well, in any case, we recommend that you keep a hefty supply of salt, iron, silver, and holy water handy just in case of a supernatural attack. In that case, your best bets are wizards from legal guilds,” Jellal adds. “We tend to drift about, so it’ll be quicker to alert the legal guilds.”

Ultear nods in response. “Additionally, we would greatly appreciate it if you all keep quiet about our involvement here.”

“Or just say that I was here,” you suggest.

After getting the rest of the villagers secured, you rejoin the group at the road.

“That took way less time and effort than I expected,” Cobra admits once you arrive. “We normally have such a hard time hunting those assholes down. But you knew exactly where they were and how to get rid of them. Did you even read an exorcism?”

You shake your head. “I created a spell that implanted the exorcism’s language into the magic in order to expedite exorcisms.”

“That’s clever,” Jellal notes as Acnologia steps beside you, looping an arm around your waist.

“I mean…if you guys are really set on fighting Zeref, I wouldn’t mind teaching you how to cast it,” you offer.

“We would greatly appreciate that,” Ultear says, smiling at you. “Though…we have another matter we’d like to discuss with you.”

“What’s up?”

“Well…as you were finishing up, Ultear and I decided to make you an offer. We’d like to formally offer you dual guildship with our guild.”

“Dual guildship? That exists?” you wonder.

Ultear nods in response. “It’s rare because it’s hard work, but has been done before. Your primary focus would still lie in Fairy Tail, of course, but you would still be considered a full member of Crime Sorcière at the same time.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you turn towards Acnologia. He chuckles softly, nodding at you. “Are you kidding? Of course, I’d love to be a part of this guild!”

“We are delighted to hear it!” Jellal says as a slight tingling sensation emanates from your skin. You realize it must be your new guild mark.

Cobra grins, patting your back a few times. “Hey, welcome to the team. Both of you.”

…

Two days pass, and you and Acnologia make it home without trouble. Jellal promised to keep in contact, and you’re hoping to hear back from him soon.

With Acnologia out taking his exam, you’re left home alone with a bit of time to pass. Laxus had invited you on a mission with the Thunder Legion, which you’d accepted since you didn’t have much else to do.

You quietly hum as you change into a fresh outfit, checking your appearance over in the mirror. Hopefully Acnologia would do well on his exam – he had been studying hard for it but still struggled with some of the material.

Once you’re ready, you dart to the living room, gathering the rest of your belongings before making your way to the guildhall.

Upon arrival, you’re greeted with the typical ruckus you’d grown used to. Laxus and the Thunder Legion are seated at the bar, speaking with Mirajane.

After weaving your way through your guildmates, you have a seat next to Evergreen, greeting the group.

“Hey guys,” you say, smiling at Mirajane.

“There you are,” Laxus replies. “Ready to head out?”

“Yeah,” you affirm, noting that the commotion has seemingly increased for some reason. Hm, someone must be unconscious now. You’re about to ask the white-haired bartender something, but the question dies in your throat as you see her expression.

She’s frowning, staring at something behind you. “Mira? What is i-?”

You’re cut off as someone harshly grabs the back of your neck, slamming your head down onto the counter. A grunt escapes you as the person snatches your wrists, yelling your name as your guildmates start shouting at whoever’s grabbing you.

“By order of the Magic Council, you are under arrest!”

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𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕. | 𝚊𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝚌𝚑. 𝚟

They’re everywhere.

You’re already exhausted but they just keep coming. You had lost Acnologia some time ago, so you’re on your own. Frosch had flown away to find Rogue, and you hadn’t seen him since.

In other words, things aren’t looking too good right now.

Currently, you’re facing a dragon with earth-based magic. Although you had followed Acnologia’s advice to the best of your ability, you still are having trouble – after all, your magic is tailored towards demons, not dragons.

Even so, you have an idea that should do a bit of damage if you execute it correctly. It’s still quite the risk to take, but you have no choice at this point. Decision made, you start running towards a thick stretch of woods, hoping the dragon will take the bait.

“Puny human,” it spits. “Running is the best choice you’ve made so far. However, I am not quite finished with you just yet.”

A smirk crosses your face as you hear its pounding footsteps behind you.

You extend both your hands and whisper:

“Guardian.”

As soon as the last syllable escapes your lips, a dark cloud forms in the back of your mind as you feel cool hands grasping yours, even though you’re supposedly alone. She’s there, whispering in your mind as your dark tattoo patterns envelope your face, arms, torso, legs...

Your movements are no longer yours. Now, you are numb to your own body, your own existence.

“It’s a been a while...” she says, speaking in your voice.

Guardian, you think, knowing that’s the only way you can be heard. Summon your physical form and wreak havoc on that son of a bitch.

“Of course.”

She makes you run into the woods. You can still hear, but everything is a little muffled now since you can’t control your senses. She picks up the pace a bit before she runs out into an open field and waves her hand slowly. As she turns your vessel around, you notice that a large, rectangular mirror has appeared in the middle of the grass. She gently walks towards it and raises her hand to it, pressing her palm on the glass. A cool feeling emanates throughout your phantom limbs as she takes a step into the mirror and turns, looking outward.

The dragon is cautiously approaching the mirror, you note. As soon as it gets close, a warm sensation hazes your mind as a shattering noise is heard and followed by a series of inhumane and maniacal laughter. It rings throughout your ghastly ears, in your voice but so foreign to your usual nature.

You can’t keep track of what’s happening. The laughter dominates your hearing as you further lose what’s left of your control. She’s fighting, you can tell that much, but you can’t see anymore. Soon enough, a ringing accompanies your ears as the fight progresses.

You have no idea how much time passes.

...

Your limbs are heavy.

Slowly, your eyes flutter open as feeling returns to your limbs.

“Ugh...” you mumble, slowly and unsteadily rising to your feet. It’s been a while since you had willingly let your demon possess you like that. As you go to run your fingers through your hair, you note that your arms are spattered with blood. You look down at the rest of your body to find it in a similar state.

As long as that’s not human blood... you think, grimacing a bit.

What happened to that dragon? Did your demon manage to get any hits in on it? You don’t remember anything that had happened.

Shaking your thoughts to the side, you stand and look around. You’ll have to figure all of that out later on.

The sky seems darker than you remembered, and there are no civilians around. Some of the buildings have been severely damaged or downright demolished.

“Where are the others?” you mutter.

A few seconds later, you start walking. It’s more like limping, though, because a pain in your left ankle has you wincing.

I need to find someone else and see if I can figure out what’s going on.

With that, you continue limping along the ruined streets of Crocus, forcing yourself to go on despite your heavy limbs. The smell of smoke fills yours nose and you aimlessly wander among the streets for a few minutes. You think you can hear distant sounds of battle somewhere ahead, but you can tell it’s going to be a while before you reach it.

Before you can take another step, though, a familiar voice calls your name. Pausing in your tracks, you turn to see none other than little Romeo standing there, a worried expression on his face as he runs to you. Moments later, he collides into you, face buried in your stomach and arms wound tightly around your torso. You return the hug as a surge of motherly worry overwhelms you for the boy you had grown so close to.

“You’re okay...” he says, voice muffled. You run your fingers through his hair.

“I am. Why are you out here? You should be with someone else at least.”

“I was helping the evacuation process. I think everyone’s up ahead, at least that’s where they were when I was last there. I bet the dragons have scattered by now...”

“Okay. Well, you’re staying with me until we figure out what’s going on and how to stop it, alright? Come on, let’s see if we can find our guildmates. Or Alexander.”

You move your hands to Romeo’s shoulders before looking around briefly and continuing the direction you were headed.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on or are you just as clueless as I am?” you ask.

“I’m not sure. Lucy and Yukino closed the Eclipse Gate, but I don’t really know what it had to do with all this. I also saw some guy – he had long black hair that was partially white, and he was riding a dragon, and then I think Natsu went to fight him.”

“...I have faith in Natsu,” you mumble. As rowdy as the pink-haired boy could get, he’d proved himself to be relatively reliable when he needed to be during the Games.

“I do too,” he says. “Okay, let’s go.”

With that, the two of you set off in the direction of Natsu and hopefully the others. You both are quiet as you jog through the ruined city together. You don’t allow yourself to think as you press on, knowing your thoughts will only get in the way of what’s important right now.

A few moments later, you hear something collide into the remains of a nearby building. You and Romeo pause, glancing at each other. You’re about to investigate when something comes crashing out of the wall.

It’s a dragon. This one is smaller than the one you fought earlier, but it’s still ferocious. It roars in pain as its attacker emerges from the other side.

It’s Acnologia. His hair is messy and his clothes are ripped in places. Cuts litter his skin but he doesn’t seem to mind them. A bit of blood is trickling out of a gash located on his right temple. Your heart skips as a beat as you grab Romeo’s wrist and dart around the dragon.

Acnologia’s expression softens when his eyes land on you.

“Alexander,” you breathe.

With wide eyes, he says your name lowly before he reaches his arm out towards you and pushes you behind his back. The dragon in front of you all struggles to its feet before releasing a roar that makes the ground tremble. Romeo gasps, and you clench your teeth, pushing him behind you.

Then, with an ear-splitting roar, the dragon raises it foot above the three of you. You push Romeo out of the way, and Acnologia pushes you. The ground quakes in response to the stomp.

“Dammit,” Acnologia mutters before facing the beast once again. He swings his left arm out to the side, neon blue magic gathering up in the air before it slices down into the dragon. It cries out in pain, staggering backwards.

You don’t hesitate in running forward, arms splayed out to the side as waves of dark magic pulsate from your body. The spears of magic shoot into the dragon’s exposed belly. From there, it shrieks and collapses.

“Come on,” Acnologia urges. “There are more of them around. We need to leave.”

“But where do we go? We have no idea what’s causing this, or how we can stop it!”

“I don’t know. We can’t go back, though. Especially not with him.” He nods his head towards Romeo.

“Hey! I’ll be okay!” Romeo demands.

You ignore him, too worried at the moment to argue. You’re about to speak when Acnologia’s eyes widen and he jerks over, clutching his stomach.

“Acnologia?!” you say, immediately going to his side. “What’s wrong?!”

His breathing sounds labored, but he manages to respond: “My...dragon...”

Your eyes widen. No. ..you can’t have that happen. Not now. You have been weakened from the possession, and if he turned...you wouldn't be able to stop him. You would have to be at full strength. Not to mention the fact that you would have to deal with other dragons too, and having to protect Romeo throughout all of it.

“There’s a building over there we can use for cover!” Romeo says, pointing to an empty house that’s still standing.

You nod, pulling Acnologia to his feet and swinging his arm around your neck. “Come on, Romeo.”

You do your best to support your man as the three of you make your way over to the house. Romeo opens the door and holds it open for you and Acnologia, closing it once you’re both in.

You spot a couch scooted up against one wall, so you help Acnologia sit down on it. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is irregular.

“Babe,” you call, putting your hands on his cheeks. “Sweetie, please look at me.”

“What should I do?” Romeo asks.

“See if you can find some water, or...anything. A snack, something. Don’t stray too far though,” you instruct. He nods before running to the kitchen.

“It...It’s working...” Acnologia mutters.

“What’s working?”

“The...tattoo...”

You smile smally, pressing your forehead to his. “See, didn’t I tell you it would help?”

He chuckles lightly, his hand weakly coming to hang on your wrist. “I’m...I’m trying, love...”

“I know you are, and you’re doing an amazing job, baby,” you reply, pressing a quick kiss to his nose.

A few seconds later, footsteps run back to you. You turn, seeing Romeo there holding a snack of some kind.

“Thank you, Romeo,” you say, smiling as you take the wrapped snack.

He nods. “Is he okay?”

You nod. “He needs a minute.”

“Okay, good.”

You separate from Acnologia and unwrap the food, handing it to him. “Just put all your focus into eating that, okay?”

He nods, following your instructions. You gesture for Romeo to sit next to Acnologia before you go to the window and peek out of it.

The coast is still clear for the time being, though you’re not sure how long that’s going to last. You know that you three will have to get moving again soon.

With a frown embedded on your lips, you turn to see Acnologia nearly done with his snack. He looks a bit better now.

“Better?” you ask.

He tosses the wrapper to the side and nods. “Yes. We need to get moving.”

You nod, and Romeo stands up. The three of you exit the house together, waiting to see what awaits you.

…

“I still haven’t seen anyone...” Romeo says, sighing. “Do you think maybe we’re going the wrong way?”

“No, I smell people a few miles ahead,” Acnologia replies. “It’s just going to take a while to get there.”

“Oh, okay,” Romeo says. “But...what happens if we run into another dragon?”

“Leave that to us and go hide,” you say, your tone leaving no room for argument. Romeo picks up on this and sighs.

“I can help...”

“I know you want to, Romeo,” you say, looking at him and holding his hand. “But I cannot risk you getting hurt...or...worse. These dragons are much more dangerous than anything that we’ve taken on, and I won’t risk losing you, okay?”

“But-”

“Romeo...please. You’re like a little brother to me. I would be devastated if anything happened to you, and so would your dad, and everyone else in the guild.”

He looks like he’s about to argue, but then he sighs and nods. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay sweetie,” you say, ruffling his hair.

When you turn back to face Acnologia, he’s staring at the woods, eerily quiet. Chills run over your body as you follow your gaze, sensing that something is wrong.

“What is it?” you ask, voice low.

“We’re being watched.”

The hairs on your skin rise as you frown, trying to see what he sees. He’s right; something is lurking in the woods.

And it’s watching. Waiting.

Acnologia lowers his voice and says your name. “On the count of three, I want you to go phantom and take the kid with you.”

You whisper an acknowledgment, slowly bending down to grab Romeo by the shoulders. The poor boy is frozen in fear. He nervously glances at you, but you only nod once.

“One...”

…

“Two...”

…

“Three!”

You waste no time is transitioning into your shadow figure, casting a spell on Romeo so that it temporarily affects him too. You fly away from where you were standing, and as it turns out, Acnologia had a good reason for doing that.

Another dragon is standing on the exact spot where you three had just been.

How...did it get there so fast...?

A few moments later, you get your answer. Sparks are crackling from the dragon’s body, cascading down to the ground in golden yellow bursts. Upon impacting the ground, the sparks pop and die out.

A lightning dragon...

You drop down to the ground behind a fallen slab of concrete, returning both you and Romeo back to your normal forms.

“Stay here,” you say. “We’ll take care of this fucker.”

He nods as you walk out from behind the concrete to see that Acnologia is already at work. He starts the battle off by jumping by the beast and spreading his arms out, causing several rows of neon blue knives to appear midair. In an instant, he throws them all at the dragon, darting behind it after he does so. You take advantage of the dragon’s distraction in order to snap your fingers, summoning several tiny balls of dark magic. You cross your arms, causing the balls to vanish from air before reappearing underneath the dragon’s scales. It hisses in pain, then it begins flapping its wings.

When it becomes airborne, it’s clear that it’s going to be much more difficult to fight like this. This issue isn’t helped by the fact that you’re dealing with a lightning dragon; because of this, its speed is only multiplied. There’s no way you’ll be able to hit it easily while it's flying around.

“We need to try and guess where it’s going to go next,” Acnologia yells. You nod, understanding what he’s saying.

You watch the dragon zipping around at incredible speeds, dodging the lightning bolts raining down on you. Then, when you see an opening, you summon a solid wall of magic in front of the beast, but it dodges it. This goes on for about a minute or so until Acnologia finally manages to hit the damn thing. It cries out, falling to the ground.

Once it stands up again, Acnologia appears in front of it, taking the opportunity to run in front of it before he summons another large knife, aiming it upwards and slicing it through the dragon’s skull. With a dying shriek, it collapses.

“Fuck,” you curse before going to check on Romeo. Acnologia jogs over to the two of you.

“There are more around,” Acnologia says. “I sense...two.”

“Dammit!” you say. “Where? How long do we have?”

“A minute or so. They know I’m here.”

You nod. “Okay. What should we do?”

“Hide somewhere else. I’ll engage them first, then you can ambush them when you get a chance. Wait until the second one arrives to attack; I’ll take care of the first one.”

You nod, immediately sprinting towards another fallen pile of concrete across from where Romeo is hiding. You see a small, triangular opening that looks big enough for you to crawl into, so you do. When you’re situated, you scoot back as much as you can before observing the scene in front of you.

Acnologia is in the middle of the field, next to the dead dragon. His shirt is now soaked with blood, but that can’t really be helped. You hold your breath, waiting for your foes to arrive.

About half a minute later, you hear a roar emanating from the dark clouds before you spot a dragon diving down towards Acnologia.

“Eternal Flare!” Acnologia shouts as magical stars being raining down on the battlefield.

A few of the stars hit the dragon, and it screeches in response. Acnologia sends a roar up towards the dragons, and it hits, causing the dragon to crash into the ground, dirt flying everywhere. You hear a cracking noise before the beast falls silent.

Holy hell. I should just let him do this.

You’re not exactly, surprised, though. After all, he's been doing this for a while.

Acnologia doesn’t get a chance to recover, though, because another screechy roar sounds from the forest this time. An icy blue dragon lurches out towards Acnologia, swiping at him. He dodges, summoning a neon blue ball of magic before throwing it towards the ground. It explodes into a mist, effectively blinding the dragon. You take the chance to scramble out of your hiding spot, going to sneak in an ambush attack, but are stopped when you hear Romeo shouting for help.

Your heart begins pounding in fear for the boy as you turn to see yet another giant dragon close to the spot where Romeo is. You decide to leave the ice dragon to Acnologia, rushing over to where Romeo is.

Concerned for the boy, you run to where he was hiding. He’s not there, which only multiplies your worry.

The new dragon growls, causing you to snarl in return. You immediately transform into your shadow form; your first priority is finding Romeo, and this will be the fastest way to do it.

You zoom out, and over the battlefield. You spot Acnologia going against the ice dragon. The other one is now prowling towards your boyfriend. A few moments later, you spot Romeo peeking out from behind a tree.

He’s safe. Good. Good.

You sigh in relief, before an idea occurs to you. You’re not sure if it will work, because you’re going to need Acnologia’s help, but...you trust him.

It will work. I trust him.

Then, you dive towards him, sticking your shadow hand out and solidifying it. Acnologia senses you behind him, and turns while bringing his hand up to grab onto yours. Then, you turn yourself back to normal while using your momentum to propel you sideways. Grabbing onto Acnologia’s hand allows you to get the rotation you need. As you’re rolling midair, you summon three magical spears with dark enchantments on then when you’re facing the ground. Once the momentum rolls you so that you’re facing the dragon, you swing your arm out violently and hurl the spears at the new dragon. They pierce its side, and the effects of the dark enchantment begin seeping into the scales of the dragon. It collapses, making horrible screeching noises.

With that dragon down, you decide to let Acnologia finish it off before you check on Romeo. He’s no longer by the trees.

“Romeo?!” you call, looking around frantically. Where could he have gone?!

You’re so caught up in your search for him that you don’t notice the dragon behind you shifting.

A few seconds later, you spot Romeo again – this time, he’s running towards you. He’s shouting at you, waving his hands and pointing behind you frantically.

“What are yo-”

You don’t have a chance to finish your sentence, because a sharp pain floods your stomach.

Your eyes widen, and you stumble a few times before you collapse to your knees. Your eyes shift down to your abdomen, where you have been impaled by a sharp piece of metal. You fall to your side.

Romeo shouts out your name, running to your side. You try to gesture for him to stay back, but he doesn’t oblige this time.

A few seconds later, you feel the ground shaking as the metal dragon approaches you again. You feel the pressure in your abdomen being relieved when the metal is...pulled back out. Blood starts spilling out of the wound. Romeo shrieks and calls for help, his hands instantly going to put pressure on your wound.

“R...Romeo...”

“No...no...no!” he cries, tears running down his face. “Alexander! Alexander!”

Your heart breaks as you try to speak, but you’re having trouble. Your vision is going blurry as you try to move, try to sit up, but you feel paralyzed. That dragon must have added an enchantment to the debris.

Your hearing is starting to fail you, as a ringing noise fills your ears. You can only feel the vibrations on the ground.

How...I never slip up like this...

Please...no...not like this...

Your vision begins going blurry before it completely fades away.

…

“Please...please...please...”

“Dammit...fuck! Come on!”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no!”

“Hold on, I think I almost have it.”

You groggily open your eyes, a warm, fuzzy feeling emanating from your abdomen. It's familiar, but it’s also making you very sleepy.

“A...Acno?” you mumble.

“Oh thank fuck,” you hear him mumble. Romeo gasps.

Acnologia is hovering over you, his hands covering your wound. Romeo is on your other side, holding your hand.

“Guys...?” you ask, opening your eyes fully. “What...?”

“You’re okay. It...I did it,” Acnologia mumbles. “Oh my stars. You scared the ever-loving fuck out of us.”

“Don’t ever do that again!” Romeo yells, immediately flopping on top of you. You expect it to hurt, but...

...it doesn’t.

You frown, hugging Romeo back.

“You’re okay,” he says, sobbing. “You’re...you’re...”

“Shhh,” you say. “I’m okay.”

Your eyes shift to Acnologia, who is looking down at you with a worried glance. You sit up, Romeo still hugging you. You extend an arm out to your lover, and he joins the hug by going behind you and snaking his arms around your waist.

“I’m sorry,” you admit, your voice cracking a bit.

“Don’t with that,” he replies. You turn your head so that you can kiss him. He captures your lips in a needy kiss.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Romeo replies. “I...I...”

You shush him once more, hugging his head to your chest. “I’m okay, sweetie. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies.

“Good.”

You all stay like that for a few moments before you all separate. You look at your belly, only to find that the lower half of your shirt is ripped and bloodied. Even so, you don’t see your wound anymore. All that remains is a scar.

“Wait...I was impaled. Did...did you...?”

Acnologia smiles smally and nods.

You grin, tears pricking the sides of your eyes. You go to press a kiss to his lips once more.

“Thank you,” you say, grinning.

“Anything for you,” he says, extending his hand out to you. You take it and stand, viewing your surroundings.

“What happened?” you ask. “Where are the dragons?” The corpses are still present, but judging from how many dragons were coming at the three of you, you thought there would have been more to fight.

“I’m...not sure, exactly. After you fell unconscious, I finished off both dragons and then came to heal you. A few minutes after, all of the dragons just...vanished. We’re not sure what happened with that.”

“We think the others resolved whatever was happening,” Romeo adds, gaze downcast. “The sky’s back to normal now, and Ac-Alexander hasn’t sensed any other dragons.”

You nod, noting Romeo’s slip up. That’s right...you accidentally said Acnologia’s real name in front of him. You’d have to talk to him about that later.

Acnologia pauses for a moment. “I smell people. I need to go, because my scent isn’t masked.”

“Wait, Acno , I can-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence because he teleports away. You’re a bit taken aback, and...hurt, but your attention is grabbed by voices up ahead. You sigh, taking a moment to close your eyes to perform a quick scent-masking spell on you, Romeo, and your surroundings.

You turn to Romeo. "I know what you're thinking, but I'll explain everything soon, okay?"

He nods in response. "Okay. I trust your judgement."

"Thanks, kid." You turn to the crowd ahead. “Oi!” you call, walking over with Romeo. “Does anyone know what the hell just happened?”

…

You’re out of your element.

Extremely out of your element.

You sigh, viewing yourself in the mirror. You’re in a fancy dress, standing with the other girls of your guild plus Yukino.

“This is so dumb,” you say, groaning. “I want to go back my cabin.”

Erza bops you on the head with a hairbrush. “Silence! We have overcome a great challenge. It would be foolish not to celebrate.”

“Yeah, plus the king invited us himself!” Lucy adds, grinning brightly. "This is really rare opportunity!"

“Okay yeah, but do I really have to wear this stupid thing?”

“Yes, you do!” Mirajane replies, a stern expression on her face as she plants her hands on her hips. “We’re all going!”

You groan in response. Hey, at least this time, you have a good reason not to go. Several, actually. One, you haven't seen Acnologia since the whole fiasco ended, and you have yet to speak with Romeo.

“Come on,” Cana says your name, “It’ll be fine!”

“Are we all ready?” Erza questions, looking around. When all the girls nod, she leads the way out. You follow them reluctantly.

After everything that had happened, you’re really not in the mood for all this. Especially after the way you and Acnologia had parted. You’re worried that you made him mad. And oh...poor Romeo. You know he’s scarred by what happened, but you hadn’t seen him since. Hopefully he'll be able to get some help.

You again sigh in annoyance, gritting your teeth. There are more important matters to be taken care of, and yet you’re getting dragged to a ball. What a waste of time.

Soon enough, you’re pulled out onto the floor. Immediately, you’re self-conscious, causing you to cross your arms and scowl.

At least the food looks good.

You form a plan to grab some snacks (you hadn’t eaten in a while) and rush to an empty table to eat and sulk, but unfortunately, that doesn’t go according to plan. As soon as you get your food, you manage to find an empty seat, but alas, a blond jackass is blocking your path to it.

“Laxus, move,” you say, frowning.

“No.”

“Please?”

The lightning mage chuckles, plucking your food out of your hands and setting the plate on the table before he takes your hands in his. “Nah. Let’s dance.”

“Dance?!” you spit, appalled. “I will kick your ass.”

“I’m sure. But I’m tipsy and wanna dance.”

“Freed sure looked like he wanted to dance with you! Go dance with him!”

“But I wanna dance with you .”

“I want to eat my snacks and sulk in the corner!”

“Jeez, someone’s touchy tonight,” Laxus replies, smirking as he pulls you to the dance floor. You sigh, ready to slap him but also not wanting to draw more attention to yourself.

“Fuck off.”

He ignores you. “But, in all seriousness, I do need to talk to you.”

You frown, swaying with him as he pulls you towards a spot that’s less crowded. “What is it?”

“When you and Romeo came back, people started getting suspicious about your wounds, and how they were healed. Not to mention that you came from an area with dead dragons.”

“Why is that suspicious?”

“Because neither you nor Romeo can heal. Romeo wouldn’t say who was with you. I ended up covering for you.”

You sigh, frowning. “Thanks. I wish I could have taken some time to sort everything out, but everyone just-”

“I get it,” he says. “But yeah. That, and I heard a rumor that the Council has their eye on you. And not in the good way.”

“I thought so. I caught Lahar glaring at me during the Games. I’ll cross that bridge when I need to.”

He nods. “I got your back too.”

You sigh. “Anything else, or can I go eat?”

“You don’t want to finish the dance?”

“Damn, you are somehow even more annoying drunk.”

“Aww,” he responds before letting you go. “Go relax.”

“Thanks.”

You walk back to your spot, grateful to find that no one has taken it or touched your food. Good.

You sit down and start snacking, putting on your best resting bitch face so that people will get a hint. A few minutes later, you finally finish eating, feeling a bit better. Now, for a way to escape...

Your scheming is put on hold when someone approaches you. You sigh, looking up to find Rufus.

“Hey,” you say, smiling.

“Good evening,” he replies, extending his hand. “May I have this dance?”

You shake your head, but are smiling. “Sure.”

You take Rufus’ hand, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

“Sorry if I’m not in a great mood tonight,” you say.

“Do not worry. That’s quite understandable, after, well...everything. We can just dance if you like. No speaking. Just swaying.”

You nod. “I’d like that.”

This dance is nice. Rufus follows through with his promise and doesn’t say a single word. The silence is relaxing, too. You don’t feel awkward or pressured to say anything either. It gives your mind a chance to wander back to Acnologia. Man...you really wish he was here right now. You’d love to dance with him, and see him in a nice suit.

You miss him. It feels...wrong, him not being here. Not to mention the feeling that he’s probably upset with you.

You hate feeling like he’s not on your side.

Not only that, but he saved your life. You want a chance to properly thank him.

Rufus seems to notice your shift in mood but doesn’t pry, thankfully. Soon enough, the song changes.

“Mind if I have a turn?”

You roll your eyes, knowing that your period of silence is about to come to an end. Sting takes Rufus’ place, the latter shooting you an apologetic glance before he walks off.

“Hi Sting,” you greet, sighing mentally.

“Hey!” he chirps, grinning that idiotic grin of his. “I have a question! Also, you look absolutely stunning!”

“Uh...thank you. What’s your question?”

“Do you have a map? Because I’m lost in your eyes!”

“Oh, hush, you,” you say, rolling your eyes but grinning. “I’m taken.”

“I know, I know,” he replies, chuckling. “I just wanna make you smile. You seem kinda down.”

“I’m okay,” you say. “I appreciate it, though.”

Sting doesn’t say anything for a moment; he only studies your gaze.

“Did he do something?”

“No,” you say, sighing. “I think I just upset him.”

“I highly doubt that.”

You bite your lip, staring off into space for a minute. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“It’ll be okay. Just talk it out with him when you see him again.”

“I have no idea when that’s gonna be at this rate.”

“I can help you escape later,” Sting says. “I’ll cause a distraction so you can slip out!”

“Really?” you ask, smiling.

“Of course! I’m great at being the distraction!”

“I bet you are.”

He laughs. “Just give me the signal!”

“Which is...?”

He trails off for a moment, thinking. “Raise a fist in my direction when no one’s looking!”

You giggle. “Okay then. Thank you!”

“No problem! Now, I need to go talk to Yukino, but I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, he waves at you before running off into the crowd. You shake your head at him, smiling, but glad that he’s doing better.

“I hope he didn’t give you much trouble.”

You turn to see Rogue standing there with Frosch in his arms. It looks like Frosch is holding something, but you can’t quite see what it is.

“No, he was actually being kind of sweet,” you reply, smiling.

“That’s good. It seems as if the changes in the guild are doing him some good.”

“Yeah, looks like it. Hey, have you seen Minerva?”

Rogue sighs, gaze dropping down to the floor. “No, not since...”

“Yeah. Sorry. I’ll see if I can search for her after all this blows over,” you reply, frowning. You’re worried for her.

“Thank you. We appreciate that.”

“Rogue! Rogue! Tell her about what Fro has!” Frosch urges. You smile, booping his nose just because you can. The exceed squeals happily in response, causing you to smile.

“Oh yeah! Frosch has a message for you from a secret someone.”

With that, Frosch hands you a small piece of paper. On it is a handwritten message written in familiar handwriting:

Meet me on the balcony. - A

Your eyes widen, as you look up at Rogue and Frosch, who are both smiling slyly at you.

“Go,” Rogue instructs, gesturing to the wide doors that lead to the balcony of the castle. You thank the pair before you make your way outside.

Thankfully, no one interrupts you this time, so you’re able to push the balcony doors open. A chilly breeze rushes over you as you quickly close the doors behind you.

The night is cold as you walk outside, looking around. Is he actually here...?

You wander around the balcony for a moment. Maybe he’s not here yet.

After exploring a bit more, you find that the balcony wraps around part of the castle - a part with no windows. You decide to look over there.

And sure enough, after a minute or so, you feel a familiar pair of strong arms curling around your waist.

“Acno?” you ask, turning to look at him with a worried gaze.

“Hey,” he replies, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You sigh in relief, your hand settling over his where it resides on your waist.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, biting your lip as you try to prevent your voice from cracking. “I...”

“No, no, don’t apologize, love. I just needed some time. I should have told you rather than just leaving. So for that, I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. Things were rough.”

He nuzzles your neck, pressing a small kiss there as well. You giggle, going to turn around so that you can hug him properly.

“I missed you so much,” you admit, pressing your face into his chest as you cling to him.

“I missed you too,” he mutters, threading his fingers through your hair. “Hm...”

“What?” you question, pulling back to look up at him. His lips are twisted into a pout.

“You smell like other Dragon Slayers.”

Your lips curl into a smile at his confession. “Oh...yeah, I just danced with some of my friends. I was wishing that I could just come home and cuddle with you, though, but the others were insistent I stay.”

“I wanna dance...” he mumbles, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He looks downs, pouting even more.

“Aw, are you jealous?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. He holds you by your waist, and the two of you begin swaying to an invisible beat.

“Hmph,” he grunts, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Cute!” you giggle, poking his cheek. “Well, for the record, I wouldn’t ever leave your precious ass.”

He responds by silencing you with a kiss. Once he separates, he says:

“I trust you.”

“I trust you too.”

He smiles, twirling you around. You giggle, before realizing that he’s actually wearing a tuxedo.

“You got all dressed up for me!” you say, running your hands over his chest.

He hums in response, taking in your dress as well. “Frosch told me that you were going to be at the ball, so I decided to dress up too.”

“It suits you well.”

He chuckles. “You look absolutely stunning, love.”

“Hey, don’t turn this around,” you respond, giggling. “But thank you.”

He falls silent for a moment. “I can’t believe I found someone as breathtaking as you.”

“Acno!”

“It’s the truth,” he says. “And I was thinking. About...all of the thoughts that were running through my head when I was holding you and trying to heal you. I was so scared...I was thinking about all the things we wouldn’t be able to if I couldn’t save you.”

“Like what?”

“I want to marry you one day.”

“Acnologia...”

“And...I want to raise a family one day, if you do. I want to stay with you, and I want life to become normal. And whatever we end up doing, no matter what...I want to stay with you.”

“I want that too,” you say, smiling as tears prick your eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

You have so much you need to say to him, so much you need to clear up...but instead, you press a firm kiss to your lover’s lips, the cold drowned away by his touch.

#acnologia x reader #fairy tail x reader #reader insert

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I just wanted to let you know I am absolutely in love with your writing style!! You’re an amazing author. I especially love your ninjago fanfics. I hope you are doing well and remember to take care of yourself!

Thank you so much, that means a lot to me!! <3 I'm so grateful that I get to write for such an awesome fandom. I hope you're doing well too!!

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𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕. | 𝚊𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝚌𝚑. 𝚒𝚟

Morning comes sooner than you thought it would. Cracking an eye open, you find that Acnologia is not beside you. Wondering where he went, you stand and stretch your muscles out, looking around.

Wherever he is, he seems to already be up and at it, because all of the clothes that were on the floor have been picked up, neatly folded, and set on top of the dresser. You reach up and take his shirt, tossing it over your head. Since he’s a little taller than you, it looks like a short little dress, but it’s comfy and smells like him. You also slip on your underwear before stepping out of the room.

“Babe?” you call out, traversing through the little cabin. The living area is empty, and so is the dining room table. You peek into the kitchen; as expected, he’s not there, either. There is, however, a note taped to the fridge:

Good morning, love! I hope you slept well (I know I did). I just went out for a quick run, and I’ll pick some breakfast up on the way back, so don’t spoil your appetite just yet. I love you. - A

Smiling, you gently pull the note off of the fridge before chuckling slightly. Folding it, you walk over to the table where the two of you had dropped your bags yesterday and slip it into one of its pockets.

Then, you decide to wait for him to finish up. You plop yourself onto the couch, looking at the large lacrima screen residing on the stand across from the couch. You look to the coffee table and spot a lacrima remote, so you turn it on.

There isn’t much on, just some news shows as well as a pre-GMG program discussing the guilds, their wizards, possible events, and who would win. You decide to just stay on that channel for a while, leaning your head on a cushy, decorative pillow and pulling your feet up to rest on the other end up the sofa.

A few minutes later, you hear the door open and you peek your head over the top of the couch, seeing Acnologia standing there in a grey t-shirt and dark sweatpants, a large bag in his hand.

“There you are,” you say, rolling on your back and laying back down dramatically.

He peers over the couch, eyes lingering on your bare legs for a moment. “You stole my shirt.”

“Yep. As your girlfriend, I have the right to steal all of your comfy clothes.”

“Well, I’m not complaining. You look really cute,” he says, smiling as he reaches down to rub your cheek lightly.

“I was thinking we could go explore Crocus today?” you ask, holding his hand against your cheek.

“Of course. And tomorrow, we can go shop?”

“Yes. Don’t you need new outfits for school?”

He nods in response, walking over to you. You lift your legs so he can sit next to you, and when he does, you put your feet on his lap. He holds up the bag of food and you perk up.

“Sounds like a plan!”

…

[Three Days Later]

“All set?” Acnologia asks, looping his arms around your waist.

You rest your head on his chest and hum in reply, inhaling his scent. It may seem strange, but after a few weeks of debate, you had finally put your finger on what he smelled like:

Books.

Not just any book, no. More like...older books. Books with yellowed and frayed pages, with covers so worn from use that they found themselves needing replacement. He smelled of that, and...cotton candy. Blue raspberry cotton candy spun and whirled together for an eager child.

Yeah. That was what he smelled like. Those weeks of debate were so worth it.

You felt his hand on the back of your head, rubbing your scalp gently. “You’re going to be amazing, you know that? I’ll be there, watching you every second.”

“I know,” you murmur, smiling and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” he says as the two of you pull apart.

“I love you too.”

With one last hug, you bid him farewell and exit the cabin.

...

You hurriedly dash across the busy streets of Crocus, dodging through crowds and narrowly avoiding collisions with others. Soon enough, you arrive at Fairy Tail’s hotel.

After taking a moment to straighten yourself up, you step inside to see Laxus, Mirajane, Gajeel, and Mystogan all standing at the reception counter. You silently walk up behind the lightning dragon slayer and listen to them as they argue amongst themselves about their room arrangements. You keep waiting, until -

“Jesus!” Laxus yells upon turning around. “Damn, you’re quiet as hell. Don’t sneak up on me! It’s creepy!”

“Oh, there you are!” Mirajane says, smiling. “We were wondering when you were going to show up.”

“Sorry. I had business to take care of. But I’m here now.”

“Right. Well anyway, the geezer said we all have to be here by midnight,” Gajeel explains, crossing his arms.

“Hence why I’m here,” you reply, checking the time via a clock mounted on the wall.

“It’s almost time,” Jellal says. “We should go to our room.”

…

You sigh, leaning against the wall. You all have about five minutes until midnight, and you all are doing your own thing quietly. Laxus is leaning against the wall being edgy, Gajeel is sitting cross-legged on the floor writing something in a notebook and humming quietly, Mirajane is fixing her hair, and Jellal is reading a book. You’re sitting against the wall meditating, making sure your inner demon is in check for the time being.

A few minutes later, however, the silence is interrupted by a chiming bell. The five of you glance towards the balcony, and Laxus nods. You all pour outside.

“Attention all contestants participating in this year’s Grand Magic Games. Good morning! To narrow down the one-hundred thirteen guilds in this year’s Games to a more manageable eight, let’s begin the preliminary round! The number of guilds multiply and increase each year. ‘The games have gotten boring now!’ is all I ever hear! Let’s whittle them down, I say to you, and give just any a cheer! The rules for this preliminary round are simple!”

Without warning, the inn begins to shake violently, like many others throughout Crocus. Soon enough, all the guild inns are rising.

“Now, you will all be participating in a race! The finish line is at the Domus Flau colosseum. Only the first eight teams to reach it will move on to the Grand Magic Games! You’re free to use magic in any way you see fit. There are no restrictions! But remember: only the first eight teams to reach the finish line will clear this round! However, all five team members must cross the goal for it to count. One more thing: we are not responsible for any loss of life that may occur in the labyrinth. So, without further ado, let the Grand Magic Games preliminary round, Sky Labyrinth, begin!”

Your team needs no further confirmation, and the five of you race down the path provided to you.

“It’s a sphere...not even connected to the Domus,” Jellal notes.

“There’s gotta be some teleportation magic at work, then,” Gajeel says.

“Who knows what we’re going to find in here...”

Once your team has made it inside, you find that you’re in some kind of...three-dimensional, spherical geometric pattern maze. All the walkways are twisted and upside down, leading to god knows where.

“How in the hell...?” Laxus mumbles.

“Let me see if I can find a way,” you say. “One of you is going to have to carry me for a second. Keep moving.”

You close your eyes, meditating your focus on your hazy shadow form, which you beckon out of your conscience. Taking its form, you leave your physical body to collapse in a temporary sleep. Laxus is the one who catches you and throws you over his shoulder.

In your current form, you cannot harm or be harmed. This particular state helps especially with reconnaissance type objectives. You zoom throughout the trippy halls and, eventually, you find something of interest.

There’s a bridge and staircase that leads to a door. Above it is painted the word ‘GOAL’.

Noting the location, you fly back, making sure to keep track of the turns as well.

Once you track down your physical body, you touch your limp hands before you feel like you’re being sucked into a vacuum. Before you know it, you’re gasping for air on Laxus’ shoulder.

“Did you find something?” he asks, setting you down.

“Yeah, this way-”

Before you can finish, however, the ground begins shaking and the entire sphere begins shifting and turning. You make sure you grab onto something secure as everything turns. When it subsides, you immediately begin looking around.

“What the hell?! All of the pathways changed?!” Gajeel yells.

“The entire sphere rotated,” Mirajane notes.

“Do you still remember how to get there?” Jellal asks.

“Yes. It was up that staircase and down that path. The one with the red smudge on the broken column,” you recall, pointing to it. It’s now located on the other side of the dome on the ceiling.

“Alright team, you heard the woman. Let’s head out.”

With that, the five of you split up in order to reach it according to your separate capabilities. Gajeel uses his iron magic to boost himself up, while Laxus chooses to use his lightning to teleport both he and Mirajane to the top. Jellal uses what has to be a Heavenly Body magic spell to make him fly up there.

You? You decide to conserve your magic and climb.

You begin making your way to the other side by jumping across the platforms and staircases, then you use the broken column to steady yourself. You look up, seeing the edge of the platform. You reach up, grip the side, and hoist yourself over to see the rest of your team awaiting you.

“Doing things the old-fashioned way, huh?” Mirajane asks teasingly.

“Yep. I like climbing.”

“I think she was right, I see something down further,” Gajeel interrupts.

You go to run with them, but are stopped when you hear voices emanating from below. Peering over the edge, you find that there’s a group of five unfamiliar mages standing in a circle with papers in their hands.

You don’t even bother yelling at them, you just sweep your hand to the side gently, causing a large wave of darkness to push them over the side, where they fall out of the dome. Satisfied, you turn to catch up.

After running to the end of the bridge, you find that the door from earlier is still there.

“Nice, let’s go!”

…

“What do you guys think is going to be the first thing Natsu yells when he sees us out there?” Gajeel asks.

“He won’t say anything coherent. He’ll just scream,” Laxus answers, folding his arms as the five of you wait to make your entrance.

As far as you all knew, you had got second place. However, the officials did not say how the other guilds did. From the end of the hallway, you can hear cheering and talking as well as the muffled voices of the announcers.

“Now, the time has come to meet our competitors! First up, in eighth place, an old school bunch of wild wizards from Magnolia. They had luck in the prelims, and now they’re rarin’ to take that first place by force. It’s Fairy Tail!”

“So, the others did make it,” Jellal notes.

“Barely,” Gajeel scoffs. “Damn Salamander.”

The announcer babbles on about Fairy Tail’s return, then continues listing the guilds in order:

In seventh is Quatro Cerebus, sixth, Mermaid Heel, fifith, Blue Pegasus, fourth, Lamia Scale, and in third...

“Raven Tail?!”

Laxus visibly stiffens. “No way...”

The announcers state that Raven Tail has been declared legal for the Games.

“Oh, Laxus...I’m sorry,” Mirajane murmurs.

“Makarov must be pissed,” Gajeel adds, frowning.

After the crowd has been calmed down a little bit, your team is announced. You’re all transported on the field by Laxus’ lightning. Immediately, your eyes are on the crowd, searching for Acnologia. You don’t pay attention as the other team interrogates you all.

Then, Sabertooth is announced, and you discreetly wave at Rogue and Rufus and note that Minerva isn’t here yet.

Afterwards, they announce the general schedule for the next few days before the first contest starts.

“Hidden?”

“I have a feeling you’ll be our best bet if it’s something stealth-based,” Laxus speaks up, looking at you.

“Yeah, let’s send her in.”

You hop down onto the field, and your picture and name pop up on the lacrima above. You suddenly feel self-conscious with the audience above you. Shaking it off, you listen to the rules.

“The competitors have been chosen and the long wait is finally over!”

Eventually, the pumpkin man calls the participants over. Your team wishes you good luck and you step forward alongside Gray.

You spy Rufus as well as Eve Tearm too, so you make a mental note to be careful. Rufus was good with several types of magic while Eve could get sneaky and trip you up with his snow magic. You’d met the Trimens once, and fighting alongside them revealed that they were tougher than they let on despite being pretty boys.

Gray only gives you a slight nod, which you return. He then goes to talk to that other white-haired ice mage.

You stand behind the main group of participants, deciding not to talk to Rufus in case his master isn’t fond of that. A few moments later, however, Raven Tail’s representative walks up to Mato.

“Before we start, I got a little problem, see. I don’t know exactly what this ‘Hidden’ game is all about, but I think something stinks around here. And that something being that there’s two fairy twerps competing in this thing. No other guild is gonna get the chance to have two members in each round, so I say they got an unfair advantage.”

“What?!” Gray demands as you roll your eyes. Looks like you’re going to have to beat Raven Tail up again.

Mato defends the two of you, and to your surprise the other participants are okay with it:

“I have no qualms with it,” Rufus says, looking up and sending a wink your way. You roll your eyes again while Gray shoots you a questioning look. “In fact, I remember something that I once heard: a wise man told me, ‘two heads aren’t necessarily better than one’.”

After Gray and Rufus speak some more, Mato yells something and blue magic encases the field. Before you know it, an entire town is forming before your very eyes. Then, you’re standing in the middle of a town with no one else nearby. You look around, wondering what’s going on.

The announcer states the rules before multiple copies of all the wizards appear in front of you. You shrink back, not touching any of them just yet.

You decide the best course of action is to lie low and find someone else for now.

A few minutes of wandering later, you hear a bit of commotion down one of the streets. You spot Gray standing among the copies in front of a destroyed, fake version of Nalpudding, who stands a few feet away. You do your best to tone your magic energy all the way down and blend in with the copies, noting Nalpudding’s capabilities.

After Gray has been teleported, you cast a discreet shadow spell that strikes Nalpudding.

“What?!” he roars, looking around, his eyes not seeing you. Smirking, you watch as he disappears and a point is added to your name.

Deciding to move on, you creep around the arena some more until you find Beth, Yeager, Lyon, and Gray. Yeager catches Beth only to be taken out by Lyon, who then pauses to speak to the Gray. You crouch against the side of the building, waiting for the right moment and checking around you every now and then.

Soon, you decide enough is enough, and you just send a wave of black magic out, hitting both of the ice mages.

“I didn’t even see her...” Lyon groans.

“Sorry, Gray,” you say unapologetically. “I’m here to win.”

He doesn’t answer as he and Lyon disappear. You immediately shift back into cover as Nalpudding sails down from above, almost hitting you. You shift into the shadows using your magic, double checking to make sure that this isn’t a copy of him. After confirming that it is, indeed, Nalpudding, you throw a shadow sword towards him and knock him out.

Man, how many points is that? Four?

Then, the sky turns dark. You immediately recognize the spell as one of Rufus’, and manage to dodge just in time. You have a feeling that you should steer clear of the memory-make mage for now, so you do.

The game only lasts a few more minutes, though, and just when you’re plotting to get another point, the town disappears. When it’s gone, the scoreboard appears.

Sabertooth – 9 P

Raven Tail – 8 P

Lamia Scale – 6 P

Blue Pegasus, Fairy Tail B, & Quatro Cerebrus – 4 P

Mermaid Heel – 2 P

Fairy Tail A – 0 P

“Hey, nice job. You didn’t get hit once!” Gray says, coming up next to you and patting your shoulder.

“Good job to you too. Sorry I hit you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckles. “Man, that sucked for me though.”

“Yeah, why did Nalpudding keep coming after you?”

“I don’t know, but he wouldn’t give me room to breathe.” He seems troubled, so you let him go back to his team while you go back to yours.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t have enough time to do my thing. I should have been a little more aggressive,” you reply.

“That’s okay. You did well! Fourth isn’t terrible!” Mirajane says.

“Yeah. You were playing smart,” Gajeel adds.

Next up on the agenda is the first battle, which is Lucy Heartfilia versus Flare Corona, another Raven Tail member. Lucy seems to have won, but for some reason her Urano Metria spell fails even though she cast it beautifully, causing Flare to take the win. A glimpse at Flare, however, reveals a relieved expression, which you link back to her guild. When you turn your attention to Raven Tail’s balcony, you find that Ivan and Obra are speaking.

“Dirty fucking asshats,” you mumble.

“What?” Gajeel asks from beside you.

“Lucy should have won that,” you say. “Obra nullified the effects of the spell somehow.”

“Bastards,” growls the iron dragon slayer.

“No matter. We’ll take care of them later on,” comes another voice. You turn to find ‘Mystogan’ standing there.

“I need to talk to you,” you say, eyeing the masked man. His eyes narrow, but he follows you out into the hallway of the Domus Flau anyway.

“What can I help you with?” he asks.

“I have a friend who wants to join your guild,” you say. “He was formerly an enemy to Fairy Tail but he’s starting to turn his life around now.”

“Certainly! Who, may I ask, is it?”

“Acnologia, the Black Dragon of the Apocalypse.”

He doesn’t answer for a moment and swivels his head a few times to see if anyone is around. “The one who attacked Tenrou, you mean?!”

“Yes. He was formerly a human, but he got so consumed with rage that he lost his original identity and turned into a dragon. We met a few months ago, and ever since I’ve been able to get him to come back to his senses. He’s in a school for healing right now, and his grades are wonderful. He also mentioned wanting to use his power for good, and he sees that good in helping defeat Zeref.”

Jellal nods, looking off to the side for a moment. “Very well. I’ll talk to Meredy and Ultear after we finish up here. Where is he staying?”

“We actually live together,” you answer, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you look away. “Ask Laxus if you don’t know where it is. But, if you want you could also come up to the cabin we rented after today’s events are over. Or we could all meet somewhere.”

“Perfect. I’ll speak to him sometime today, then. I look forward to meeting him. Since he’s in school, we can work out a schedule for him to comfortably travel with us while also keeping his grades and health up.”

“He’s really excited about joining,” you say with a fond small. “Thank you for giving him this opportunity.”

“Thank you for giving him a second chance.”

…

Once the day is over, you and the rest of your team walk together out of the Domus Flau, discussing the events of the day.

You’re trailing behind the team, but as soon as you exit the building, you see Acnologia standing there, you quietly gasp, a small smile on your face as you dart around the group and run towards him. When he spots you, he opens his arms and you crash into him.

“You came!”

“Of course I did. You were amazing out there,” he says, kissing your forehead as he tightens his embrace.

“Thank you,” you reply, closing your eyes.

A moment later, you hear one of the mages behind you cough awkwardly. Eyes widening in realization, you turn around to find the rest of your team standing there watching the two of you.

“Are you going to introduce us?” Mirajane asks with a happy smile on her face.

“Forgive me,” Acnologia replies, stepping forward. “I’m Alexander, her boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you!” Mirajane says.

“You a Dragon Slayer?” Gajeel questions, narrowing his eyes.

“It’s great to meet you all too,” he responds, flashing one of his cute, closed-eyed smiles that makes your heart melt. It seems like his going to school has helped him adapt to modern interaction. “And yes, I am. Apocalypse.”

“Never heard that one before,” Gajeel mutters, looking away. You sigh in relief upon seeing that he doesn’t suspect anything. Acnologia must have disguised his scent somehow, but not enough to hide the fact the he was a ‘dragon slayer’.

“Well, we’re headed to the bar if you guys wanna come or whatever,” Laxus interjects, already walking away. You roll your eyes at him before turning to Jellal and beckoning him over.

Once the rest of the team leaves, you grasp Acnologia’s hand in yours.

“Alexander, this is Jellal, – currently disguised as Mystogan – the leader of Crime Sorciere.”

Acnologia’s eyes widen as Jellal tips his head forward in greeting.

“A pleasure to meet you,” Jellal says. “She already informed me of your situation as well as you true identity. We’ll be in touch later on, but you are welcome to join our guild.”

Acnologia’s grip on your hand tightens and you hear him sigh in relief. “Thank you. It’s great to finally meet you too.”

“I’ll check in with you guys at the bar after we eat dinner,” you say.

“Perfect. Have a good rest of your day.”

…

“You did so well today,” he mumbles, giving your hand another squeeze and leaning his nose against your hair. You feel him smile against you and you laugh.

“Thank you. I should have been more aggressive, so we could have earned more points, but I didn’t quite have enough time.”

“That’s alright, love. It was better to stay hidden than it was to be out in the open,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your temple as you smile and loop your arms around his.

Releasing a happy sigh, you tell him: “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

…

The second day comes around and begins with an event called Chariot, which, much to your dismay, Gajeel goes for. Natsu and Sting participate as well, but it doesn’t turn out well for Fairy Tail. At all.

Natsu goes on another speech about friendship that leaves you a little annoyed. Yes, you think friendship is important but you also think Fairy Tail can take it too far and become completely blinded by it.

The next battle doesn’t involve your guild, so you decide to walk around the arena for a bit.

…

The hallways aren’t as crowded, thankfully, and the cheering of the spectators is muted a bit. You take a moment to rub your eyes and enjoy the relative quiet.

Eventually, you find yourself standing near Lamia Scale’s balcony, and you smile upon seeing a familiar face.

“Jura!”

The earth mage turns to you, smiling a bit when he sees you.

“Hello,” he says your name. “It’s been a while since we last met, no?”

“It has,” you reply. “How’ve you been?”

“Quite alright. Even better knowing Lamia Scale will win.”

You cock an eyebrow, smirking a little. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, actually. I think my win over your little add-on member yesterday proves that we will emerge victorious.”

You chuckle, remembering the outcome of yesterday’s battle of Jura versus Mystogan. That hadn’t gone too well either.

“That was kind of funny though,” you mutter.

“Quite amusing indeed.” He turns to look at the field before looking back at you. “It seems as if our member has finished his battle for the day. I’ll talk to you later, dear.”

“Bye, Jura!”

With that, you begin your journey back to your guild’s balcony, content with your walk for the time being.

However, on your way back, you spy a few people grouped together on the side of the hallway. From the insignias printed on their cloaks, you can tell that they’re Council members. One of which is...

Lahar.

You force yourself to remain relaxed as you recall your battle with Acnologia, remembering that Lahar had seen your face. Would he recognize you?

Guess you’ll find out.

You continue past them, making sure to holding your head high. One of the members turns towards you, but you can’t tell if it was Lahar or another one. Nevertheless, you continue walking to Fairy Tail’s balcony, despite feeling their eyes on your back.

You can’t help but feel relieved when you rejoin your team.

“Just in time. Mira’s about to compete,” Laxus says, eyeing you.

You nod. “Cool.”

You’re not going to lie, you’ve been curious to see her demons in battle for a while. Your anticipation is deflated when it turns out to be a modelling contest, however.

When girls from other guilds start participating, however, you begin inching away.

“C’mon, you gotta do it too! We’re all going down there together!” you hear a voice yell. Looking to the newcomer, you find that Cana is there.

“No,” you say, frowning and crossing your arms. The brunette rolls her eyes.

“Fine then. The hard way it is.”

She pushes you and your eyes widen as you lose your balance and stumble into the stadium. Your heart begins racing as foreign magic envelops your body and fades away, leaving you in a skimpy little bikini.

Immediately, you fold your arms across your chest and try to cover yourself the best that you can. You feel your back hit the wall as your cheeks redden and you see thousands of spectators staring down. Unshed tears begin building as you look around for any means of escape.

A few seconds later, however, you hear a crackle as a familiar staticky feeling makes the hairs on your skin stand. A moment later, your vision is surrounded by yellow and you can’t breathe until it all fades away and you’re somewhere different.

You’re still in the bikini, but you’re in a room now, and in front of you is none other than Laxus.

“Relax,” he says, turning away. “You’re out of there.”

He must have teleported us, you think.

“Laxus,” you say, “thank you. I...I...”

“No need for an explanation. You’re not comfortable with that type of shit and that’s okay. It was an asshole move of her to push you in. Here,” he kneels down to what you assume is his duffel bag and pulls out one of his shirts. It’s large and the color of rust. He throws it to you, and you catch it, unfolding it and slipping it over your head. It’s much too big, but it covers you up well, making you more at ease.

“Stay here. I’m going to go find you-know-who.”

With that, he disappears in a cloud of static, leaving you to your thoughts for a few minutes. You slide down against the wall and hug your knees to your chest.

You’re not like the other girls in your guild. You were never comfortable with showing off skin like the others did. And you were frozen in place, too. Your mind was racing too fast for you to figure out what you could’ve done to get out of there.

You sit there, trying to come back to your senses for a few minutes until you hear another zap and Acnologia stands there with Laxus. Immediately, he runs over to you as you hold your arms out.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t react fast enough-”

“It’s not your fault,” you say, smiling weakly as he bends down to embrace you.

“I’ll go talk to the others and yell at Cana,” Laxus volunteers. Much to your interest, though, you catch the two men exchanging a quick glance and a nod on both sides. Acnologia hugs you tighter and plants his face in your hair.

Once Laxus leaves, you turn to Acnologia.

“What was that about?”

He simpers a little bit. “We just talked.”

“About...?”

“Super-secret dragon slayer stuff.”

You roll your eyes affectionately but smile fondly. “I won’t pry, but I’m glad you guys are getting along.”

He chuckles before opening one of his magic circles underneath the two of you, and soon enough, the two of you are transported to your cabin. You’re sitting on the couch together, with him still embracing you.

The rest of the night is filled with junk food, kisses, and cuddles.

…

The next day begins with an event called Pandemonium, which Erza completely obliterates much to your guild’s delight. Then, the officials use a Magic Power Finder in order to rank the rest of the participants.

Upon entering the arena, you had been nervous that people would be talking about you. Much to your relief, however, you find that everyone has seemingly moved on. Cana even came up to you and apologized.

The next few fights don’t catch your interest until they announce that Laxus will be going against Alexei. You knew the entire thing was an illusion and were glad to see Laxus the last one standing in the end.

Next up, Wendy goes against Sherria. You had yet to speak to Wendy, but she seemed like a good kid. You were glad to see that she was improving her magic, too, and that there was another female Slayer.

With that, Day Three draws to a close.

…

“You’re up for the naval battle,” Laxus says the next day.

“Alright, then,” you say, hopping into the arena once more.

Soon enough, the announcer states the rules and beings announcing the competitors.

You’re plunged in a few seconds after, being introduced right after Minerva.

You’re also relieved to see that your bathing suit is a modest, one-piece tech suit. It’s like Minerva’s, but it connects in the middle and is black.

It feels odd floating in the water, but it’s also relaxing in a way. You take a moment to readjust your senses to the weightless feeling.

“Ah, seems as if we meet again,” Minerva states, smirking.

“I’m winning this,” you growl playfully, getting up in her face.

A few moments later, the fight begins.

“OPEN! Gate of the Water Bearer – Aquarius!” With Lucy’s words comes a flash of light and a large mermaid spirit.

You instantly swim away from Minerva and decide to take advantage of everyone’s momentary stupor. You avoid the large beam of water summoned from Aquarius and sneak behind Jenny, immediately kneeing her in the back and sending her squealing and flying out of the water. You periodically remind yourself to keep an eye on Minerva since she’ll be your biggest threat. Next, you spot the guy in the red suit and you send a wave of black magic towards him, knocking him out as well.

Then, the pink-haired girl goes for Risley. While they’re both distracted, you transform into your shadow form before rising between both of them and sending waves of forceful magic their way, causing them to become off balance. You shove Risley out and go for the next girl, but she’s already gone.

You sense her behind you and dodge her punch before turning around to counter her next attack. Then, you catch an opening and jerk your weight forward, effectively throwing her balance off once more. You push her and she falls out too.

Next, you decide to check on Minerva, who is fighting Aquarius. The spirit keeps trying to use the water against Minerva, but she only manipulates the spell to her will with her spatial magic before Aquarius leaves, saying something about her boyfriend. With her departure, Lucy is momentarily left wide open.

Then, you realize it’s only you, Lucy, and Minerva left.

That didn’t take long.

“Lucy!” you call, spying Minerva preparing another spell. Immediately, you teleport with your shadows and reappear just in front of her, sending a roundhouse kick to her abdomen, causing her to stumble. In a matter of seconds, shadows are crawling around your wrists and you mutter a spell under your breath, creating a bit of space before blasting an antimatter-based spell – something Acnologia had helped you improve on. You knew antimatter-type spells would work way better against a matter-based magic like Minerva’s.

Even so, she still retaliates with a blast of her own. You pour yourself into the attack, your eyes entirely focused on her fuzzy figure.

Suddenly, you see a flash of bright light. You think you hear Minerva grunt and you can tell she’s been hit by something, because her stream of magic hesitates for a moment, allowing you to push even harder.

Lucy must’ve got one on her, you think.

Then, though, a bright light encases the whole sphere. The temperature of the water heats up drastically, and soon your skin is burning. You can’t see anything but white, and you think you hear Lucy screaming, but the ringing in your ears prevents you from being sure. You think Minerva has changed positions, so you stop forming the beam and focus on defense for now.

Once the white fades away, you see Minerva and Lucy floating close to each other, Minerva holding Lucy’s keys. You grit your teeth, knowing that Minerva is no longer being playful and is succumbing to her horrid father’s expectations. Your fist curls as she continues beating Lucy. But, once you try to swim over and help, you feel one of her spatial spheres encompass your figure.

“I’m saving you for last,” Minerva calls.

“Don’t do this!” you yell, banging on the sphere. You know you can escape her sphere, but it would take a while for the spell to warm up. Regardless, you start preparing it anyway, neon blue beginning to gather around yourself.

“Hang in there, Lucy,” you mumble.

Minerva keeps beating Lucy without mercy, blow after blow after blow…

“MINERVA, STOP!” you shout. “SHE’S HAD ENOUGH!”

It only takes a few minutes until Minerva finally throws Lucy out of the stadium. With that, your spell is complete and you feel the familiar and welcome rush of Acnologia’s magic wash over your being.

His time magic is able to pick a way through her barrier, shattering it instantaneously. Minerva realizes you’ve broken free and attempts to block your next attack, but you’re too quick, your body now a mix of your shadows and your physical form.

“You went too far,” you say, frowning.

She doesn’t respond. Instead, the two of you go into an intense sparring match for the rest of the match. It’s a bit hard given the environment of the fight, but you manage. You catch a glimpse of remorse in her eyes, but it dissolves quickly. You know you won’t be able to talk her out, so you do your best to keep up with her.

You don’t even bother trying to push her out because you’ll know she’ll just teleport herself back in. It was too risky a move for you, so you just focus on getting past the five-minute timer for the time being. The majority of the time had passed, though, thanks to Lucy.

However, the officials end up calling time before you can properly beat her. It takes a minute to get her to back down, but once she does, a tie for first is announced. You leave the sphere, disappointed in your friend.

You can’t help but wonder why she didn’t just transport you out of the arena, though.

…

“I feel bad for her,” you mumble.

“It must be difficult to be in a situation like that,” Acnologia replies.

“Yeah. I wish I could talk her out of it, but Jiemma’s had too great an influence on her...” you sigh, putting your hand on your forehead.

“Well, don’t dwell on it, love. She’ll come around eventually,” he replies, hugging you and pressing a kiss on your lips. You exhale deeply and close your eyes, laying your head on his chest.

The two of you are curled up in bed together, both in your pajamas, just talking about whatever crosses your mind. With a frustrated huff, you hover over him and kiss him deeply, closing your eyes as he kisses back and places his hands on your hips.

After a few more minutes of making out, you hear someone knocking on the front door.

“Ugh,” you groan. “Are you shitting me?”

He laughs and sits up, swinging his legs over the bed. “I’ll get it.”

You sigh and slump back against the headboard, listening as he opens the door and talks to whoever’s there. A few seconds later, Acnologia pokes his head through the doorway, his eyes laced with concern.

“It’s Rogue,” he informs. You sit up, frowning. “Something happened at Sabertooth.”

Nodding, you stand, taking a moment to readjust your pajamas and fix your hair. Once you’re done, you follow him out into the living room.

There, you see a crying Frosch being cradled by Rogue.

“What happened?!” you ask, kneeling down next to Frosch.

“L-L-Lector!” Frosch cries, causing Rogue to squeeze him even tighter.

“Jiemma was not pleased with the outcome of our tag team battle today,” Rogue responds, his red eye downcast. “And Lector...he tried to stand up for Sting, but Jiemma...”

“Master hurt Lector!” Frosch says. “Lector’s gone! Gone!”

“Oh my god,” you mumble. “Do you guys need to stay here tonight? We have an extra room...”

“No, I will be returning. Would you mind keeping Frosch with you tonight and tomorrow, and possibly longer? I believe that Minerva has a plan to overthrow Jiemma once and for all. She said that Lector is still alive, but Sting can only see him again if we win tomorrow.” He sighs. “I know we can’t beat Fairy Tail, though. That’s the thing.”

“You and Sting can take on Jiemma,” you encourage. “I can try to talk to Minerva too. Maybe all of you could make this into a real coup d'état.”

He smiles sadly. “Thank you. I greatly appreciate it. Our team agreed that we would think about our options tonight and act after the Games.”

With that, he hands Frosch over to you after giving his exceed a hug. With Frosch secure in your arms, you and Acnologia see Rogue out and bid him goodbye.

Once the door is closed, you eye Frosch, who seems to have calmed down a bit.

“Do you need anything, Fro?” you ask, patting his back as he rests your head on his shoulder.

“Could...could Fro have some water, please?”

“I’ll get it,” Acnologia offers. “Go lay down. I’ll be in there momentarily.”

You nod and smile weakly, carrying the exceed to your room.

“Do you want to sleep with us?” you question, sitting on the bed.

“Yes, please,” Frosch replies, his broken little voice making your heart break.

Then, your boyfriend returns with a tiny cup of water in his hands. He hands it to Frosch and crawls in bed next to you.

…

The final day approaches at last, and you can feel the audience’s anticipation emanating from the stands. You meet up with what appears to be your new team.

You notice a few of your guildmates are missing, though. Mirajane is nowhere to be found. Instead, the new team is you, Laxus, Gajeel, Gray, and Erza. Today seems to be a free-for-all for the teams, which will definitely be quite the spectacle.

Upon asking Laxus where the missing members went, he shakes his head and sighs.

“Apparently blondie got captured again,” he states. “Figures.”

“How?” you murmur.

“Hell if I know,” he replies before dropping his tone. “And apparently they found a dragon grave or something. They learned a little more about Acnologia too.”

Your eyes widen. “Who told them?”

“The spirit of a dragon named Zirconis,” your friend answers. “That’s the extent of my knowledge, though. They went to go rescue her.”

“Damn,” you reply with a sigh.

“Is he here today?”

“In the stands, yeah.”

Laxus nods. “Alright then.”

“What’s the event for today?”

“Guild free for all,” he replies. “The geezer reorganized our teams, as you’ve seen.”

“Yep.”

A while later, the final event for the Grand Magic Games is announced, and your new team hops down onto the field.

You hear Mavis’ voice in your head, instructing you what to do. The five of you keep your eyes closed until Mavis permits you all to head towards your assigned battles.

You’re supposed to act as support, so you stick to the shadows until you’re needed.

At one point, you come across Sherria, however, so you decide to go ahead and take care of her. You reveal yourself, expression neutral.

“Ah, here we go! Another lady slayer!” she squeals. You understand that she’s young, but you’re going to fight her like an adult. Even if that means getting physical.

Which you do, because you really don’t have time for this. Once you’re close enough to her, you drop yourself to the ground, catching yourself with your hands and sweeping her off of her feet with a kick to her ankles. She cries out and collapses as you recover and stand once more.

“I have a piece of advice for you, as a ‘lady slayer’,” you say. “Learn to fight without magic. It’ll save your ass one day.”

“Got it!” she replies, picking herself back up. “Let me show you what else I’ve got, though.”

You sigh in irritation, trying to be patient. “Hurry.”

She shouts her roar at you, which you dodge, and instead take advantage of the opportunity to teleport behind her and use a sleeping spell to knock her out.

With that, you see a blast of light emanate from a different place. You turn to see a large beam of golden light shooting towards the sky.

That must be Minerva, you think. You decide to go see what’s happening there, so you shift to your shadow form and fly overhead.

Minerva, Kagura, and Erza are in an intense, fast-paced battle.

“Oh, I’m getting in on this,” you mumble, smirking. As soon as you see an opening, you dive in, hitting Kagura across the field and sending her stumbling. Your physical form accumulates next to Erza.

“WHAT A TWIST!” you hear the announcer yell before he states your name and continues: “...has joined the battle! What will come of this?!”

“There you are,” Minerva states, smirking at you. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Erza doesn’t comment, her gaze settled on Minerva.

“Let’s settle this,” you say. You do a back handspring before righting yourself and throwing your arms out, sending pressurized spouts of dark magic through the field. A few of them strike Minerva, and it seems like they hurt her a little. She retaliates by summoning one of her little space bubbles beside you. From the number of times you two have sparred together, you know that touching it will cause it to burst and deal a great amount of damage. She’s making this tricky, though, because she’s being persistent in her attacks. Punch after punch, spell after spell.

Soon, you fade into your shadow form, disappearing from view. You know she’s going to try to find you by using her spatial magic to detect your general mass, so you think of a way to quickly take advantage of that.

Sure enough, she opens a wormhole, causing you to teleport inside it. Chanting, you send a raw wave of magic out to hit her.

“Agh!” she cries before lunging at you and effectively pushing you inside the wormhole. You know that the two of you are no longer visible to the audience.

You’re going to have to be careful about using Acnologia’s magic in this situation, though. Time magic against spatial is a dangerous combination.

“I noticed you’ve been picking up new spells recently,” Minerva says. She, too, is no longer in her physical form. Her body is encompassed in neon blue and purple magic that swells animatedly. Her eyes are white slits and her other features are temporarily nonexistent.

“I have,” you admit.

“I wonder how. No matter. I want to see what you can do.”

You don’t think you should use your corrupted magic here; it’s too fragile an environment. Instead, you dodge Minerva’s attacks and disappear completely before toning your magic energy all the way down. You move so that you’re right next to her before invoking a wormhole via Acnologia’s magic and forcing her into it.

She grunts, unprepared for the sudden transition from magic to reality. Hitting the ground hard, she picks herself back up before trapping your in her spatial magic bubbles and transferring you somewhere. The swirling colors of her magic block your vision, but soon, you’re gasping for breath as the air is squeezed out of your lungs and pressure is weighing your entire being down. You open your eyes only to find darkness surrounding you.

But then, something in the distance catches your eye. You manage to hold yourself up for a few seconds in time to see what it is.

Milliana.

She’s trapped inside Minerva’s magic, but she looks rough. Gritting your teeth, you force yourself to stand despite the strong force of gravity forcing you down.

“Milliana?” you yell.

Her head swivels weakly before she spots you.

“Please...” she says. “Get me out of here.”

“I will. Hold on.”

You close your eyes. You have a feeling that Minerva is trying to deal with Kagura, so that means she probably transported you to a relatively-stable part of the void. Lucky for you, you have a spell that can get the two of you out of here.

As you approach the Mermaid Heel wizard, you find that she’s been badly beaten.

“Oh my god,” you mumble, frowning. “I’m sorry.”

“Please...until she comes again...I can’t take it another time!”

You nod and step backwards before closing your eyes and making neon blue runes cover your body. Before you know it, you’re diving towards Milliana, who you catch in your arms, and use your feet to administer the spell by driving yourself into the ground and shattering your forms back into reality.

It was a risky move, but it paid off. Milliana lies on the ground of the arena, which now lies in ruin. Kagura is helping Erza out from underneath a large, fallen rock.

But, faster than you can process, Minerva is there, holding a sword. You call Kagura’s name out, but it’s too late.

Minerva shoves the blade through Kagura’s back, causing Erza’s eyes to widen in horror while your heart rate rises.

She needs help fast, or else she’s going to bleed to death... you think.

Minerva finally throws the sword to the side before turning back to you.

“Minerva...” you growl, clenching your fist before standing.

“Milliana?” Erza questions.

“I had a feeling you would escape,” Minerva says.

“You can’t keep me there,” you spit, returning her glare.

You can tell Erza is hurt, too. Looks like you’re going to have to help her out with this one.

Once again, you find yourself locked into an intense hand-to-hand combat session with her. She’s fast, but you’re unpredictable. Soon, you trip her up and tackle her, holding her down. She draws her right hand out of your grasp before she slams it back into you. The spatial magic that had been gathered there bursts right as it makes contact with you, effectively throwing you off of her.

As you land, you try to think of a way that you can fight her and win. Maybe working together with Erza would get Minerva out faster…

Mind set, you stand once more, will as stubborn as ever.

“You’ll never learn…” Minerva mumbles. You see Erza stumbling beside you, causing you to place a hand on her shoulder. She nods at you, a determined gaze settled in her eyes.

You think that since she’s hurt, you’ll have to get Minerva to blind herself and, in a way, forget Erza is part of the equation. If you can blind her, then there’s a good chance she won’t use her wormholes since she can’t see where she’s going. The thing is that Minerva is smart and doesn’t count anyone out too quickly.

Minerva ends up switching tactics by manipulating the space around you to blow up and send a wave of energy towards you in an attempt to hurt you. You quickly learn that the best way to counter these attacks is to stay on the move. You’re listening, dodging, looking, moving. Spatial bomb after spatial bomb, you realize that not only is she trying to catch you, but she’s also switching the pockets of space around as well as their rules – which you know is very frowned upon by the Council.

Regardless, dust is swelling up into the air. That’s good at least: one part of your impromptu plan is a success. A few seconds later, you hear Minerva gasp from wherever she is, along with the sound of metal. Must be Erza.

Now that she’s returned, you know this is your chance. You run back to where Erza is. She’s lunging towards Minerva, who is preparing another spell. Erza requips while you jump in front of her to block Minerva’s oncoming attack with a shield of dark magic.

“Morning Star armor!” you hear Erza yell.

Now you have an idea of where this is going, you start charging a blast of dark magic. Erza summons her pair of twin, one-handed swords before swinging them outwards. Her armor begins shining brightly, which leads you to think that she’s thinking what you’re thinking.

Your magics entangle and build each other up: hers is currently taking the form of a brilliant white blast of light while yours is completely the opposite: a daunting mass of black. Soon, you jump in front of Erza while she leaps upwards, unfolding her arms and holding her swords out while you summon a magic circle using both of your magics.

It’s large and is a mix of black and white while intricate patterns are woven into the middle.

You know the name of this spell. It’s there, lingering in the back of your mind. Never had you had this type of experience with another wizard.

A Unison Raid.

“Devil-Dragon Lost Art: Hyper Anti-Mass!” you both yell in sync. Minerva’s eyes widen as she’s overcome with the whelm of that contrast.

It’s until the spell has completely destroyed what’s left of the arena that you realize what has just occurred.

“I get it,” you mumble.

“Get what?” Erza asks.

“The contrast of magic wasn’t symbolizing the forces of good and evil. They were actually mass amounts of light. Minerva’s magic partly relies on waves to detect the presence of colors, and where there’s color, there’s mass. Where’s there mass, there’s volume. When there’s volume, there’s space to manipulate, no matter how small.”

“You’re saying the overload basically crippled all opportunity of her being able to fight back since she couldn’t distinguish what was what?”

You shrug, smiling. “Essentially.”

The requip wizard nods. “That makes sense.”

With that, you glance at Minerva one last time before following Erza back.

…

As soon as you meet up with the rest of your team, you find that Sting is the last one left. He surrenders as soon as you all approach him.

With his surrender, Fairy Tail is declared the victor of the Grand Magic Games. You’re happy, but you also don’t want to deal with all the people. You’re tired, injured, and ready to be home.

You manage to sneak away in your shadow form before people can find you, flying back to the cabin where you know Acnologia will be waiting.

Once you get there, however, you find that he’s out on the balcony, staring at the city lights. You creep up behind him and wrap your arms around his back, pressing your face into his shoulder blades.

“I didn’t see you at the entrance,” you start. “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Instead, he turns around and hugs you properly.

“Are you okay?” you repeat, looking up at him and pressing your hand to his cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he says, eyes inscrutable. “You were incredible.” He leads you over to the couch, where you sit. He kneels in front of you and begins healing you. Sighing in relief upon feeling his magic wash over you, you trace his cheek with your finger.

“What’s wrong?”

You catch the worried look on his face this time. “Something…something is wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

His blank expression is beginning to unnerve you, but before you can say anything more, a deep vibration originating from outside catches your attention. You stand and walk towards the balcony again, goosebumps rising on your skin as you feel the hairs standing.

You hear something – at first, you think it’s the wind, but when it’s accompanied by a distant, eerie groaning, your eyes widen. The sky is becoming dark, and you find your heartrate picking up rapidly. Suddenly, you feel Acnologia grabbing your bicep harshly and jerking you so that you’re facing him.

His expression scares you – he’s…he’s…

…he’s panicked.

“Use ballistic magic if you can. Energy-type magic won’t do much against them. Aim under their scales and on their bellies.”

“Wha-what are you talking about?”

“I’ve heard that sound far too many times to count. I’m coming to fight with you. I’ve lost enough loved ones to these bastards. I won't lose you too.”

Your eyes widen. “Are you saying…?”

He nods, expression grim as he realizes what you both have to do. “Dragons. They’re here. They’re coming.”

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child's play. | ninja & reader

There has to be a story here somewhere.

You push your way through the sea of bodies clustered on the sidewalk, eyes trying to locate a nearby street sign. Soon enough, you do, taking a moment to ensure that the street name you’re on matches the one on your phone’s map.

“The museum has to be close,” you mumble, heading down the correct sidewalk. As you do, your eyes occasionally dart to your phone to verify that you’re continuing in the correct direction.

As you round the corner of the block, you notice a few pedestrians milling around, some waiting for the phone booth to open. You pass it, not noticing the hopeful stares of four pairs of eyes looking at you.

Your mind shifts to the details you had heard concerning the break-in that had occurred within the museum early this morning: the police had caught four children red-handed with a stolen sarcophagus nearby. And although they’re in the process of investigating the museum’s security feed, something about the whole situation seems off. And it’s your job to figure out why and let the world know about it.

You’re about to cross the street when you hear someone yelling your name from behind you.

Frowning, you turn, shutting your phone off as you look around.

“Down here!”

You shift your stare down, finding four children stationed in front of you. Something about them seems...uncannily familiar, but that couldn’t be because you don’t know any children personally.

“Hi there,” you greet hesitantly. “What do you need?”

“You’ve gotta help us!” cries the redheaded boy, eyes wide as he jumps forward and gestures wildly. “We were trying to stop Lord Garmadon from resuscitating the Grundle with the Mega Weapon, but then we got caught up in its spell and it made us kids again and now we’re stuck as kids running from the Grundle but we can’t even go anywhere because we’re kids now!”

For a moment, you’re speechless as you try to process what he’s saying. You try to be polite, but all that comes out is: “What?”

The brown-haired boy shoves the redhead roughly. “You can’t just say it like that! She doesn’t even recognize us yet!”

“My apologies,” adds the white-haired child. “My friend is a bit rattled from the events of the morning. Do you recognize us?”

“...No?” you wonder, frowning. “Should I?”

“We’re the ninja!” the black-haired boy cries. “Remember? We work with you a lot during the public conferences!”

“We just got turned into kids because we were trying to stop Garmadon!” explains the brunet. “Remember? I’m Kai, that’s Jay, Cole, and this is Zane.”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“You work as our journalist! Well, kind of!” adds the redhead – Jay? “You’re about to investigate the museum, because wherever there’s trouble, you follow! And we just happen to be there like eighty percent of the time!”

“You always help us out with the public press conferences,” Cole notes. “You give us advice on how to reply and join in on our discussions.”

“Are you kidding me?” you respond. “Wait, wait, so let me make sure I’m understanding you correctly. You’re actually the ninja, and during your fight against Garmadon, you got turned back into children?”

Kai nods. “Exactly. And now, there’s a revived Grundle preparing to hunt us all down when the sun sets. And we’re basically powerless against it!”

“Oh my stars,” you mumble, rubbing your forehead. Well...this is certainly not how you expected the day to go. But you know they have to be the ninja now, considering what they told you. “Okay...okay. Fine. What do you need me to do?”

“We managed to get in contact with a teammate,” Jay notes. “We have to meet him at Buddy’s Pizza in three hours!”

“Three hours?!” Cole exclaims. “Why so long?!”

“Because! Lloyd has to get into contact with Sensei Wu and Nya, then find a way to get down here without an adult! Which, as we now know, is much harder than we initially thought!”

Whew. A few hours with mini ninja. This should be interesting.

“Okay, so...what do you guys need me to do?” you question.

“We need a ride, for starters,” Kai answers. “We can’t get around anywhere without an adult.”

“Well, my car’s parked in a garage a few blocks away,” you note. “We could just use that.”

“That’s perfect!” Jay chirps.

“Any chance we can stop for breakfast, by the way?” Cole asks, earning an elbow to the stomach by Jay. “Oof! What was that for?! We’ve been out all night!”

“You can’t just ask her to do that! That’s rude!” Jay admonishes with a frown.

“Actually, I'm kind of hungry too,” you note. “Fine. Let’s go. You said we have about three hours, right? So, we have some time to kill.”

“See! She gets it!” Cole taunts victoriously.

“Just...just make sure you all stay close. The streets are crowded today, and I don’t want to go losing any of you,” you direct, deciding to follow behind them so you can keep an eye on the four.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re not actually kids, you know! We still remember adult stuff!” Kai announces.

You sigh, listening to their banter as the five of you start the trek back to your car. As you watch them, you give them instructions on where and when to switch direction when needed.

Thankfully, you’re able to make it to the intersection leading to the parking garage without much trouble.

“There it is!” Kai yells, taking a step towards the street. “Come on, let’s go!”

Your heart lurches as you spot an oncoming car from the right, hand immediately latching onto Kai’s shoulder before he can walk. The car speeds past, making them gasp.

“Don’t go until I say it’s okay!” you scold as you let go of his shoulder. “You guys aren’t big enough to see around the cars parked on the street! They block most of your view!”

Kai chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he stares at the car that had passed. “Sorry. Force of habit, I guess.”

“You should still look both ways on the street, regardless of your age,” you state, watching as the pedestrian light turns to the ‘walk’ signal. You double-check that the road is clear before ushering the group across.

Now at the entrance of the parking garage, you watch as the ninja fall into a single-file line.

“We’re headed to the elevator,” you instruct, pointing towards the mentioned object just a few feet ahead.

“Elevator! Oh my gosh, can I push the button?!” Jay questions, eyes bright again as he proposes the idea.

“No way, I wanna push it!” Kai butts in, frowning.

“Not if I push it first!” Cole challenges.

“Why does it matter?” Zane wonders.

With that, you find yourself groaning as you listen to the ninja as they start bickering over who gets to push the freaking button. You wonder how to get them to stop when an idea occurs to you.

“Guys, you’re pushing my buttons!” you grumble before taking a breath. “Okay. How about this? Jay can push the first button, since he was the first to suggest it. Kai can push the floor button, then Cole can push the button that closes the door. Finally, when we get up to the level, Zane can push the button that keeps the door open. Sound good?”

Thankfully, this manages to satisfy the group as they agree and quiet down. Jay taps the up button, watching as it lights up.

“Haha! That never gets old!” he laughs, the four watching as the sign showing the elevator’s current level decreases. When it gets to the ground floor, a ding sounds.

The door opens, revealing a couple inside. You step in front of the boys, blocking them from butting their way inside first.

“Please, go ahead,” you say, smiling. The strangers thank you as they exit, the ninja filing in moments after. “Kai, press 3A.”

“Ha! My turn!” Kai shouts, aggressively pushing his designated button.

“Use your inside voice!” you remind exasperatedly, sighing as Cole closes the door with his button.

Thankfully, the group quiets down for a moment as the elevator ascends. Though, you notice that they’re sending each other knowing looks. Are they planning something?

Just as the elevator is about to stop at the target floor, the four jump in unison. You gasp as they land, causing the elevator to shake.

“We went so high!” Jay exclaims.

“It would have been better if we had waited slightly longer,” Zane notes, calmly tapping his assigned button.

You sigh, watching as they exit with excited chatter about the elevator jump.

“Okay, this way. Stay to the right, and next to me,” you instruct, leading the group to your car.

“Echo!” Jay yells. “Aw, man, it doesn’t really echo in here. Lame parking garage.”

You roll your eyes, pulling your keys out and unlocking the car. You open the back door, realizing you have another problem.

“Wait,” you say, making them all stop. “Let me see...who’s the tallest?”

“I am,” Zane states.

“Okay. You’ll sit in the passenger seat, then, because I only have three seat belts in the back.”

“Aw, come on!” Kai whines.

“Kai, shut up,” Cole retorts. “Just be grateful that we have a ride that we won’t have to pay for!”

“Sorry,” Kai mumbles sheepishly. You chuckle, watching as Zane makes his way to the other side. You help the smaller ninja clamber into the vehicle, making sure they’re all buckled up before you shut the door.

“Okay,” you mutter, opening the driver’s door and entering. You set all of your belongings down on the console before shoving your keys into the ignition. “Everyone’s all buckled up, right?”

They respond with a chorus of affirmations.

“Good,” you note. “Okay. Let’s go eat.”

…

After designating Zane as the car DJ and letting each of the ninja take turns picking music, you finally arrive at the agreed breakfast place. After you park, the sound of unbuckling takes over the interior before you exit with everyone else.

“I love this place!” Cole admits as you hold the door open for all of them.

“So do I,” you agree, following them inside after they enter.

“Good morning. Just five today?” the host question.

“Uh, yeah,” you reply.

“Alright,” he acknowledges, turning around to pull out the needed number of menus. You notice that he only picks out one regular menu, the other four being paper menus accompanied with packs of crayons. “Follow me, please.”

After being seated, the host distributes the menus before letting you all decide what to order.

“I remember these!” Jay says, pointing towards the black and white picture of a dinosaur next to the kid’s menu. “Man, why do they assume that just because you’re an adult means you don’t want to color?”

“Because coloring is lame,” Kai answers, glaring at his picture of Lightning McQueen.

“I kind of liked it,” Cole admits, opening his crayon pack. You notice that he was given a picture of a cartoony cat. “I bet I can do it even better now.”

“You are supposed to color the image?” Zane wonders, studying the cute, furry monster on his page. “Perhaps I will give it a try. I have never experienced this.”

“How about this?” Jay suggests. “Whoever has the best picture wins!”

“Wins what?” Kai inquires.

“The glory of being the best artist on the team,” Cole answers.

You watch in quiet amusement as they all start coloring, quietly discussing amongst themselves. You can't help but giggle upon remembering that these are the destined protectors of Ninjago – fearsome wielders of the Elements of Creation, all participating in a coloring contest at some random breakfast place. What a strange day.

After the waitress comes by to collect your orders, you elect to watch the four.

Kai seems to be scribbling in his color loosely, often going outside of the lines but not really caring. At one point, he even snaps his blue crayon in half - much to Jay’s dismay. He decides to put a pair of angry eyebrows on Lightning McQueen before declaring his masterpiece complete.

Jay appears to be taking their impromptu contest more seriously, taking his time coloring in the dinosaur but also adding some silly features – like a mustache and top hat. He draws a yellow sun with a smiley face in the corner of the paper.

Cole elects to go a more realistic route – he colors the cat slowly, taking the time to add smaller details that make the picture appear less cartoonish. He even takes the extra step to add a background, too – it appears to be an alleyway, with another cat perched atop a trash bin. You think you even see him trying to blend the colors together.

Zane seems a bit unsure of how to start, but after a brief chat with Cole, he decides on a simple design for his monster. He makes its body a gradient of green to blue before adding some yellow for the polka dots scattered about the torso. His markings are neat, calculated, and precise.

You smile softly, sipping on your drink as you observe the group. This could certainly make for an interesting story.

Eventually, the food arrives, and the drawings are forgotten. The five of you thank the waitress before tucking into your respective meals.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask,” you start between bites. “You guys said that Garmadon revived a Grundle?”

“Yeah, he did!” Jay confirms. “It’s gonna hunt us down once the sun sets.”

“You sound a little less freaked out than I expected,” Kai interjects.

Jay shrugs. “At least I get to go out after a day of reliving some of my favorite childhood moments. Pushing the elevator button, jumping in it, then coming here to color and eat chicken tenders with honey mustard? It’s not a bad last day, you know.”

Kai rolls his eyes, finishing up the last few bites of his grilled cheese. “Guys, seriously. What are we going to do about this thing? Our Spinjitzu’s worthless!”

“We’d better hope that Lloyd has an idea,” Cole adds. “I mean...who would know how to stop an animal that’s supposed to be extinct?!”

“There is little research about them that I can access at the moment, which only adds to the problem,” Zane chimes in, frowning. “Hopefully Lloyd will be able to contact Sensei and Nya in time.”

“I hope so,” you mumble. “But we do know for sure that it’s nocturnal, right?”

“Yes, it is. My assumption is that it will seek shelter until dusk before continuing to track our scents,” Zane explains.

“Awesome!” you chirp sarcastically. “So, you’re basically just hoping that your friend has an idea?”

“Pretty much. We’ve gotten pretty good at getting ourselves out of messes like this,” Jay notes.

“Yeah, I know things look pretty bleak right now, but come on! Of all people, you should have at least a little faith in us!” Cole adds.

Okay. Fair point – they are good at digging themselves out of situations like this. “Alright, alright. Fine. What should we do next?”

“I know exactly where to go,” Jay states, grinning wickedly. “I’ll explain on the way!”

With that, the group finishes up eating before you pay. Before you leave, however, you sneakily collect the ninja’s drawings with a soft smile as an article idea occurs to you.

…

Jay’s secret place had turned out to be a random playground.

“Seriously, Jay?!” Cole wonders. “I thought you said that this place would be secure enough for us to talk!”

“Is it!” Jay counters. “I mean, who would suspect us to form our game plan on a playground?”

“You don’t even want to talk about the plan, you just want to go down the slide!” Kai accuses.

“Haha! And you don’t?!”

Before you can even say anything, the four are already unbuckling and sailing out of the car.

“Seriously?” you mumble, sighing. Well, since you have to wait anyway...maybe you can at least get some work done.

You grab your laptop bag, walking over to one of the picnic tables nearby. You sit down facing the ninja before pulling your computer out.

Their yells and laughter accompany the chirping of birds, only adding to the inspiration for your new article:

Tapping into our inner child: what we can learn from the saviors of Ninjago...

#ninjago x reader #ninja x reader #ninja & reader #kai & reader #kai x reader #jay & reader #jay x reader #cole x reader #cole & reader #zane x reader #zane & reader #ninjago & reader

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𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕. | 𝚊𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝚌𝚑. 𝚒𝚒𝚒

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢!! 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚇𝚇𝚇 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚜𝚘, 𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝟾 𝚌𝚑𝚊��𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚕. 𝚜𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝟷𝟸𝚙𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚟. 𝟷𝟶𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑. 𝟾. 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎.

𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚒'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊/𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

...

“You’re back!” Romeo yells when you enter your guild. “How was it?”

“It went well,” you admit, smiling a little.

“You look a lot stronger! Tell me about it! Tell me about it!”

“Calm down, son, she just got back,” Macao adds, walking up with Bisca, Alzack, and the rest. “How’d it go?”

“Really well,” you answer.

“Good. We’re glad you got back safely,” Bisca replies, a smiling gracing her face.

“Thanks. Oh, I wanted to ask you guys something really quick,” you start, rummaging around in one of your cloak’s pockets. You pull out the object of your interest.

“Do you all recognize these?”

The magic headphones rest in your palm. You had shuffled through the lacrima, but had failed to find any name associated with it.

The members’ eyes widen upon viewing them.

“Where did you find those?” Wakaba asks.

“Uh...really close to where Tenrou was. They were on the seafloor.”

“Damn it,” Macao mumbles, raising his hand to his forehead.

“What is it?” you ask.

“Those belonged to Makarov’s grandson, Laxus,” Kinana speaks up.

“Dreyar, right? The stuck-up lightning mage?”

“That’s the one,” Macao states, taking the lacrima from your hands. “Did you ever run into him?”

“No, but I heard about him from one of my dragon slayer friends,” you say, remembering one of your travels with the Twin Dragons a few months back. Sting had been talking about wanting to fight Laxus once he and Rogue defeated Natsu and Gajeel .

“He went back for the master,” Bisca realizes.

“He still cared.”

“Why wouldn’t he care?” you ask cluelessly. “Will someone please fill me in?”

Wakaba steps up for this one. “Laxus had some serious family issues. You know the master of Raven Tail?”

“You mean that fucker Ivan?!” you spit, posture straightening. You had had a few run-ins with that loser, and they weren’t pretty.

“Yes. Ivan is Laxus’ father, and Makarov’s son,” Bisca explains.

“Oof. Poor kid,” you mumble.

“Yep. Ivan was actually a part of this guild for a while. He eventually got so obsessed with power to the point where you could label him a complete and total megalomaniac. We’re not sure if this is true or not, but Makarov suspected Ivan was abusing Laxus during his preteen years. His mom had passed away when he was born, so Ivan was the only one he thought he could turn to. His body was weak when he was little, though, so Ivan illegally implanted a lightning dragon slayer lacrima in him in order to ‘save’ him. As the years went on, though, Makarov found out that Ivan was planning on harvesting the nurtured lacrima once Laxus was older,” Alzack explains.

“That’s horrible,” you state, frowning.

“I know. And it doesn’t stop there. At the time, Makarov was about to expel Ivan, but ended up waiting just because he didn’t want to upset Laxus. The kid was pretty...angsty, to say the least. He was at the point in life where he really needed some kind of father figure.”

“What pushed Makarov over the edge?”

“Ivan believed Makarov was hiding a secret about Fairy Tail that involved powerful magic. It got to the point where Ivan was threatening and hurting other guild members, so Makarov had to excommunicate him.”

“Damn,” you mumble.

“Yep. Laxus was still upset about the whole and just got even edgier after that. So, fast forward a few years. Laxus ended up with the Thunder Legion – a three-man team consisting of wizards with strong eye magic alongside their primary magic. They all kind of got distant from the rest of the guild for months, so we assumed they were just off doing their own thing. But we were wrong.”

“As it turns out,” Macao interjects, “they were actually planning the Battle of Fairy Tail. Freed had cast enchantment runes all over the city, and many of us were forced to fight each other in order to determine who was the strongest. Long story short, Laxus was starting to get his ass beat by Natsu and Gajeel, so he tried to cast Fairy Law – a spell that enables its caster to inflict massive harm on the victim. In some cases, it can even kill mass amounts of people. It entirely depends on the situation.”

“The spell ended up failing, but the damage was done. His grandfather excommunicated him from the guild. We haven’t seen him since,” Bisca finishes.

“ So, this proves he went to Tenrou before it was destroyed,” you note.

“Yep. Boy must’ve had a change of heart.” Wakaba sighs.

“I think you should keep these for now,” Macao says, handing you the lacrima back.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, it just feels right. Take them. Who knows – maybe you’ll be able to give them back to Laxus yourself.”

You hesitate, but reluctantly tuck the lacrima away in your pocket.

“Now can you tell us about your travels?!” Romeo pleads.

You roll your eyes affectionately. “Fine. Sit down, squirt.”

With that, the guild quiets down and listens as you recite your story.

…

You release a heavy sigh, walking up to the porch of your house. You unlock the door hastily and step inside, kicking off your shoes and peeling your cloak off.

“There you are,” comes his voice. You can’t help but smile as Acnologia wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face.

“Hey,” you reply, turning to look at him. “How was your day?”

“Alright. Yours?”

“Pretty good.”

“Glad to hear it,” he responds. You turn around to quickly peck his lips before you walk towards the kitchen.

“I think I know what I want to do,” he says, following you.

“Oh yeah? What are you thinking?”

“What was that one guild you were talking about?” he asks. “The one that’s against Zeref?”

“You mean Crime Sorciere?”

“Yes, that one. I decided that, while I do want to finish learning healing magic, I also want to fight for something. I thought that going against Zeref himself would be a good way to start atoning, too,” he explains.

“That sounds perfect,” you note. “I’ll see if I can track down Jellal, their leader. Meanwhile, you can live here and start looking for a school of healing.”

He smiles and hugs you. You chuckle lightly, reaching up to thread your fingers through his long hair.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re welcome,” you reply.

You never thought you would meet someone like Acnologia. For the longest time, you thought you were destined to defeat demons and work alone. Having someone by your side like this is what you never knew you needed.

…

[Three Weeks Later]

The past few weeks, although uneventful, were some of the best times you’ve had – aside from your training session with Acnologia, of course. You fell into a simple schedule:

You would wake up in the arms of your lover. The two of you would cuddle for as long as you could. Then, he would help you cook breakfast, and you would eat out on your porch, enjoying the scenery of the forest and chatting about whatever was on your minds. After that, you would both get ready for the day.

Acnologia had actually been accepted into a medical school of healing, much to your delight. He had cut his hair (short hair on him was even sexier than you had imagined), bought himself a few business-like outfits, and he had gotten a job around his campus so that he could make money while he was growing accustomed to his new life. Every time you came home from a job injured (even with the slightest cut or bruise!) he would practice his magic on you. At first, he was a bit shaky with it, but as he kept practicing, he was getting better.

While he was at school, you were off on jobs – either alone or with Romeo. You brought in most of the money and told Acnologia not to worry about it until you talked to Jellal, whom you had yet to catch wind of.

And then, when you came back from your job and he returned from school, the two of you would have dinner together before spending much-needed time together before it was time for bed.

You loved falling asleep with him. He felt...safe. Like home.

You were happy. Truly happy. It was almost too good to be true.

Currently, you are lying in bed, your head on Acnologia’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as his chest rises and falls with every breath he takes. You didn’t sleep well last night, and you’re not exactly sure why.

You sigh frustratedly before snuggling closer to your lover and closing your eyes, not wanting to get up yet. You gingerly lay your hands on his abdomen, tracing the outlines of his abs while sighing in bliss.

Acnologia squirms a bit from underneath you before you hear him groan. You tilt your head up so that you can look at him.

“Good morning,” you say.

“Morning, love,” he replies, his voice raspy as he shifts so that he’s hovering over you. You pull his head down to meets yours, and he takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours for a few seconds. You mentally sigh in happiness, your body immediately relaxing against his.

Once he pulls away, you feel his eyes flicking over your figure.

“Are you alright?” he asks, plopping down beside you and taking your hand.

“Yes. I just didn’t sleep very well,” you confess, rubbing your fingers over his knuckles.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. I was too antsy, I think,” you say. “No matter. Let’s make some breakfast, yeah? I’m hungry.”

…

After the two of you finish eating and getting ready for the day, Acnologia walks over to you by the door.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem rather quiet today,” he notes, once again holding your hand and looking down at you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just think...I feel like something’s going to happen today,” you admit, biting your lip.

“What do you think it is?” he wonders.

“I’m not sure. It’s okay, I’ll be alright. Now, you need to get to class!”

He chuckles. “Okay, okay. But seriously, call if you need anything, okay?”

You smile and nod. “I will.”

…

Magnolia itself seems far chattier today than it’s been in a while. You’re a bit suspicious, wondering what all the fuss is about. Despite your curiosity, you continue heading towards the guild.

Upon arriving, you find that there’s something...different about the guild today. There are unfamiliar voices emanating from the main hall. For a moment, you think that Twilight Ogre must have paid another visit.

But that’s not the case. Not at all.

You tentatively swing the doors open.

And you freeze in your place.

There are many more people here, more than there are normally. A group of them are in the middle of the guild, fighting. Many of them are sitting at tables, talking, and some of them are on the sides.

Then, you realize just who they are.

The Tenrou team. They’re back. I don’t know how, but they’re back.

Your eyes widen as multiple pairs of eyes fall upon you. Instinctively, you start backing away, your hand reaching for the doorknob.

Once it’s open, you race out, ignoring Romeo’s voice calling for you to come back.

…

You don’t stop running until you’re at your house. You stoop on your porch, trying to catch your breath.

Once your breathing levels out, you stand and look around.

But something’s off.

Immediately, the hairs on your skin stand, and you look around. Something is subtly crackling through the air, and you instantly recognize it as magic. You step off of your porch and look around.

The atmosphere grows to that of something tenser, a magic that just eludes your grasp. It comes, spiraling down from the sky in a flashy but effective manner.

You jump out of the way just in time, avoiding the lightning bolt.

You can sense the mage now; he’s in the forest. Transforming into your shadow form, you zoom behind him and wrap your arm around his neck, solidifying yourself so that he’s thrown off balance by your weight. His arms immediately come to try and pry you off of him, but you maintain your hold and put your other arm on the back of his head so you can give yourself a bit of leverage. Then, you apply pressure by squeezing your arm. After holding the position, the stranger falls limp.

You finally get a good look at him. He’s a giant man with bulging muscles and electric, blond hair. You can see a tattoo pattern from the edge of his shirt.

“Damn...” you mutter. What are you going to do with him now?

“Guess you’re going in my basement.”

…

After a few minutes of you pulling and dragging the man into your basement, you chain him to the wall.

See, this isn’t the first time you’ve been attacked by a mage near your home. Since you were a Devil Slayer, demons often tracked you down. You became used to subduing them before restraining them in your basement so that you could pry information out of them.

You don’t think this guy is a demon. Yet .

Sighing in annoyance, you gather up a few jugs of holy water before finding your silver knife as well as a bag of salt.

Now, you wait for him to wake up.

Now that you think about it, this guy has to be Laxus Dreyar. He was a lightning mage, right? And he was the only one at the guild with lightning magic, so you assumed this was him.

You slide against the opposite wall and sit down, folding your arms as you silently wait for him to come to.

…

About an hour later, you catch his eyes twitching. Standing up, you grab one of the holy water containers and open it.

Then, you swing it forward and splash him.

As his eyes shoot open, he starts sputtering. You set the jug down for the time being.

“Rise and shine, fuckboy,” you state, crossing your arms.

“Who the hell are you?!” he spits, jerking on the chains his arms are attached to. “Where the fuck am I?!”

“Calm your tits, man.” You introduce yourself. “I’m a Devil Slayer. You’re in my basement.”

“Why?!”

“Because you followed me home and attacked me. That exhibits very demonic-like behavior , you know. Happens all the time.”

“Yeah, because you have that bastard dragon’s scent all over you,” he growls. “What are you, his personal whore?!”

You angrily stand and grab your silver knife before kneeling down next to him and pressing the blade against his cheek.

“I swear to god, you’d better not be in Fairy Tail. Otherwise, I’ll fucking kill you. Like he tried to do to us!” he yells.

You release an annoyed sigh, dragging the blade across his cheek to make a small cut. A bit of blood pools and starts dripping down his skin.

“Hm, seems a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” you ask, remembering the story that Macao and the others had told you about him.

“What are you talking about?”

“This is all coming from a man that tried to kill his entire guild, right?”

That shuts him up.

“That’s what I thought. You have no business judging him, Dreyar,” you retort, standing before you go to retrieve your bag of salt.

“What are you doing?”

“Testing you. You’ve passed the holy water and the silver knife test already.” You open the bag before throwing an unnecessary amount of salt in his face just to spite him for calling you a whore.

He spews out more curse words before you grab the jug of holy water again and pour some more over his face.

“Goddammit, stop it!”

“Then stop calling me a whore, because I’m not.”

You throw the container down before sitting down across from him again.

“So you’re not a demon or any other type of supernatural creature,” you mumble, a bit disappointed.

“I could have told you that myself!”

“I don’t trust people who follow and attack me.”

He sighs, leaning his head against the wall. “Fine. Look, are you part of the guild or not?”

“I am.”

Laxus groans. “Okay, then. We obviously got off on the wrong foot.”

“Yes. Now, you are Laxus Dreyar, right?”

“I am. What was your name, again?”

You repeat it.

“Do you get attacked by demons often?” he asks.

“Yes. Now, if you promise not to attack me, I will unchain you. We will go upstairs, I will make some tea, and I will explain to you why I am with Acnologia. Then, you will tell me why you tried to murder your guildmates. If you attack me, know that I will not hesitate to stab the shit out of you,” you say, a dark aura emanating from your figure as you glare at him.

“Fair enough. I promise I won’t attack you.”

“There we go,” you say before you stand and undo the chains. He stands, rubbing his wrists as you walk out.

“Follow me.”

…

You throw a dry kitchen towel at him before you quickly get to making tea.

“How do you know Acnologia?” he asks, standing near the kitchen.

“He approached me and asked me to fight one day,” you say.

“In his dragon form?”

“Nope. He has a human form,” you answer, picking the mugs up before walking out into the dining room table.

“Hm. Bet he’s ugly as shit.”

“Not as ugly as you.”

He rolls his eyes as you set the cup down. He mumbles his thanks before he takes a sip.

“So, you fought him? Why did you accept?”

“He seemed powerful and I wanted a challenge.”

“Did you win?”

“We tied, but only because we got interrupted by the Council.”

His eyes widen suddenly. “You...you’re telling me that you’re equal in power to Acnologia?”

“Yep.”

“Damn,” he sighs. “Why did you stick with him?”

“Before I answer that, tell me something,” you set your mug down, looking him straight in the eye. “How did you feel after casting Fairy Law, hm?”

To your surprise, Laxus doesn’t evade the question. “For lack of a better phrase, I felt like shit. I felt terrible. I still do. I know I can’t make up for what I did, and that’s what kills me.”

You nod, humming lightly. “So how do you think Acnologia feels?”

His eyes widen before he gets angry again. “Are you seriously comparing me to that monster?! Unlike me, he has actually slaughtered people.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you tried to kill them,” you point out. “Listen, dude. I’m not here to shame you for your past. I assume at this point you have learned your lesson and are trying to fix your flaws in an attempt to work towards forgiveness. My question to you is: do you truly think you deserve to be forgiven? Do you even want your guildmates to forgive you? Can you ever make up for what you’ve done?”

“I get it,” he mumbles, averting his gaze. “I take it you’re saying all of this because Acnologia is trying to change too?”

“Yes, he is. And he’s made a lot of progress, but he still has a long way to go,” you say, closing your eyes.

Laxus falls silent before he groans. “Fine. Here’s the deal. I’ll keep your secret for now. You’re lucky none of the other dragon slayers caught his scent. They were too busy fighting each other earlier to notice. But listen closely – if things get out of control with him, I won’t hesitate to reach out to the Council.”

“Alright. So, are we cool?” you ask, leaning back in your chair.

“For now, I guess so.”

You nod before standing and walking over to your cabinet and searching it for his headphones.

“Acnologia took me to Tenrou Island’s general area once,” you note, recalling the memory with a small smile. “I had a look around and found this. I think it belongs to you.”

You wrap the cord around the lacrima and toss it to him. He catches it with one hand, and you watch as his eyes widen in shock.

“I forgot about these,” he mumbles, wrapping them around his neck. “Thanks.”

You nod your head, grinning a little bit. “You know, your choice in music is actually pretty solid.”

He smirks, placing his folded hands behind his head.

“I know.”

After that, you two continue to talk for a while. You’re actually quite liking his company so far; aside from his stuck-up and cocky personality, he seems pretty laid-back and funny.

A few minutes later, however, a knock emanates from your door. You stand, going to answer as Laxus takes a moment to stretch his arms.

Thankfully, Romeo is the only one at the door.

“What is it?” you ask, stepping aside to let him in.

“You need to meet everyone! Stop being antisocial!” he eyes Laxus, who is smirking slightly again with folded arms. “Wait, why are you here?”

“She kidnapped me.”

“What?! That’s not nice!” Romeo says, frowning. You roll your eyes.

“Whatever. He attacked me first, so I don’t feel too bad.”

Romeo shakes his head before grabbing your hand. “Come on, you need to introduce yourself!”

“I think Freed might like you,” Laxus interjects, standing. “He’s quiet too. Oh, and don’t forget to cast some type of scent-masking spell.”

“I’ll just throw some strong perfume on for now...”

“You wear perfume? I’ve never smelled it,” Romeo comments.

“I don’t ever wear it,” you correct. “I got a bottle as a reward for a quest I took a few months ago. I guess it is coming in handy.”

“Why do you have to mask your smell?” Romeo asks, looking up at you.

“Long story. Anyways, are you ready?”

“Yeah! Come on, let’s go!��

…

“YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME, YOU RANDOM DICK FACE?!”

“I’LL TEAR YOUR ARMS OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS AND BEAT YOU SHITLESS WITH THEM, YOU PATHETIC LOSER!”

“THAT’S NOT HOW A REAL MAN FIGHTS!”

“GAJEEL, YOU’RE SUCH A SHOOBY-DOO-SHIT!”

You blink a few times, standing at the entrance of the guild as a brawl occurs on the floor in front of you.

“Um...” you trail off, at a loss for words.

“Over there, let’s go talk to Gramps!” Romeo yells, tugging your arm along.

“Slow down, I’m coming!”

“Gramps, Gramps!” Romeo shouts over the chaos unfolding in the center. “Someone else joined while you guys were away!”

You spy a small, elderly man sitting on the counter of the bar, sipping a mug of beer. He opens a single eye, looking at you.

“Well hello there,” Makarov states, smiling. “Who are you?”

You introduce yourself.

“She’s a Devil Slayer!” Romeo adds excitedly. “She’s super strong, too!”

“Really? I never thought I would see one in my day,” he notes. “I’m Makarov Dreyar, the master of this crazy guild. Nice to meetcha!”

“Uh, same here,” you respond, smiling awkwardly.

“Oh! Oh! Gramps, you have to put her on the Grand Magic Games team!” Romeo continues rambling on while you stand there awkwardly. It seems Laxus has gone somewhere for the time being.

“Well, hello there! You’re new, right? What’s your name?” comes a cheery, unfamiliar voice.

You turn to the bar, where there’s a stunning, white-haired woman there. She has a pleasant smile plastered on her face.

“Hi,” you respond. Something about the woman makes you wary, though. Nevertheless, you introduce yourself.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Mirajane Strauss, the bartender.”

The name rings a bell and you instantly relax – you recall reading an article about her magic in Sorcerer Weekly. She’s the Satan Soul takeover mage. Pretty cool stuff, but it always had a tendency to trigger your demon senses.

“Oh,” you say, chuckling. “I actually heard about you from Halphas.”

Her eyes widen for a moment before she laughs. “Ah, you must be that rogue Devil Slayer, then. I’ve been wanting to meet you for years, actually!”

You nod. “Same here. I was hunting down a demon and somehow met Halphas through a ritual a friend of mine screwed up.” You sigh. “That was not a good day.”

She laughs loudly. “I’m glad Halphas is still passive to Devil Slayers.”

The two of you talk for a while until you’re approached a by another woman. She has long, scarlet hair and chocolate-colored eyes. Her metallic breastplate shimmers dully in the light as she crosses her gauntlet-encased arms and smiles.

“You must be new,” she comments.

Mirajane nods from beside you and tells her your name. “She’s a Devil Slayer.”

“Intriguing. I’m Erza Scarlet, an S-class requip mage here. Very nice to make your acquaintance.”

With that, you end up talking to those two for a while before yet another new face interrupts your conversation.

“FIGHT ME, WHOEVER YOU ARE!” yells a rowdy pinkette, fire wrapped around his fists.

“No,” you reply.

Erza rolls her eyes before simply smacking him in the head, causing him to apologize and beg for mercy.

“Shut up and introduce yourself,” she states.

“Natsu Dragneel, fire dragon slayer.”

“That’s Gray Fullbuster over there. Next to him is Lucy Heartfilia. He’s an ice-make mage, and she’s a celestial spirit wizard.” The requip mage points to a half-naked guy currently talking to a young, blonde-haired woman.

Your attention, however, is cast to the male. He’s got dark hair and deep blue eyes, but something about him – his magic – seems...oddly familiar. You notice a necklace in the shape of a cross or a sword hanging from his neck.

Curiosity piqued and awkwardness forgotten to the time being, you find yourself walking towards him and tapping him on the shoulder once you approach him.

“Hey,” you start. He turns around.

“Uh, hey. Can’t say I’ve seen you around here before,” Gray notes, his attention on you now.

“Are you new here?” asks the blonde – Lucy.

“Yes. I couldn’t help but recognize that necklace. It just looks really familiar and it’s bugging me,” you state, pointing to it. “What does it mean?”

He fingers the charm and looks down. “I’m not too sure myself. All I know is that it was a gift from my mother before she passed. I remember my father telling me to never take it off, so I didn’t,” he replies. “What exactly is familiar about it?”

“Just the shape,” you reply. “And the color of the gem...I can’t quite remember where I’ve seen it before.”

“That’s odd,” he agrees. “Yeah, I don’t know for sure where it came from, though.”

“Hm. Okay. Sorry, that was kind of weird.” You introduce yourself to the two.

“That’s okay. Good to see a new face around here,” Gray says.

“Yeah!” Lucy adds. “What kind of magic do you use?”

“I’m just a Devil Slayer,” you reply.

“Interesting. I don’t think any of the other guilds have Devil Slayers, do they?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

“That’s really cool,” Lucy compliments, smiling.

“Thanks.”

“Mind if I ask how you ended up joining?” the ice mage questions.

“I rescued Romeo from a dark guild that was kidnapping kids to exploit their magical abilities a few months ago,” you say, recalling that day with a bitter frown. “They invited me to join, and at the time I needed more jobs...so I did.”

“Well, we’re really glad you’re here!” Lucy chirps.

“It’s been...fun,” you say, smiling lightly.

“Alright, listen up, brats!” booms a loud voice.

Makarov announces that he is retiring and that his successor will be Gildarts Clive. In his place, however, is a letter being held by Mirajane, who reads it. Laxus is readmitted and Makarov is reappointed, to which he whines about.

A while later, Macao also brings up the issue of the Grand Magic Games, to which Makarov selects the team of Erza, Natsu, Wendy, Lucy, and Gray. You catch some of the questioning and disappointed faces of the other members, though, so you think there must be more to it than that.

Sure enough, a while later, Makarov calls you as well as a few other wizards to his office. These wizards are Laxus, Gajeel, and Mirajane . Makarov states that you all are being put on Fairy Tail Team B along with Mystogan – who is actually Jellal. You don’t have a problem with that, though, because you’ve been trying to track Jellal down for a while.

“Are you kidding me?! I don’t want anything to do with that big, stupid freakshow!” Gajeel yells.

“Well, I don’t have any objection. But getting put on the B team is kind of insulting, though,” Laxus adds.

“Then what if I sweeten the deal, yes! The members of the winning team get to do whatever they want to the losing team for one entire day,” Makarov proposes.

“That sounds to me like it’s more of a punishment game for the ones on the bottom...”

You observe as the members think about what they would do with that kind of power. The evil expressions on their faces are amusing.

“Whatever we want, huh?”

“One whole day...?”

“That could be pretty sweet!”

You roll your eyes. “Why are you putting me on the team? For all you know I could be the weakest one here.”

Makarov chuckles. “That’s not what Macao and Romeo have told me. Besides, I’m very curious to see how a Devil Slayer compares to both Dragon and God Slayers.”

“Trust me. We’re way better,” you mumble, crossing your arms with a smirk.

“Nah, team Dragon Slayer for the win,” Gajeel snickers.

“I’ll take the L on this one,” you hear Laxus murmur, which makes your smirk even wider.

“We’ll see,” Makarov replies, chuckling lightly. “For now, you all need to train. And not a word of this to the A team, you hear?”

…

You sigh, kicking the door to your house open. Today had been filled with too much socializing, and now you just wanted to cuddle with Acnologia and eat junk food for the rest of the night.

“Acnologia,” you groan. “Are you home?”

“Yes, love,” comes his voice and you instantly smile when he appears in the doorway. You fling yourself at him.

“I missed you,” you mumble, laying your head on his chest as he envelops you in his arms. You love coming home to him.

He had been at the table; you could tell because he had several textbooks and notebooks open.

“Exam?” you ask, looking up at him.

“In a few days, yes,” he answers, nuzzling his nose into your neck again. You sigh as he does so, loving the feeling of him being so close.

“You’ll do well, I know you will,” you say.

“I hope so. This unit is pretty tricky, so I’m not sure...”

You silence him with a deep kiss, to which he reacts by moving his hands to your hips, pulling you so that your back is against his chest. He continues to hold you in this position for a while until he speaks.

“How was your day?” he asks you, his nose pressed against the side of your face.

“It was alright. The Tenrou team is back,” you say, eyes half-closed.

“Really? I wonder how they were protected for all those years,” he says.

“I don’t know. I’ll see if I can find out later, because I want to know too.”

He’s silent for a moment, but you can tell he’s thinking about something.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I was thinking,” he says, bringing you to your couch, where he sits down with you on his lap. You shift so that you’re facing him, straddling him. “I want to take you out tonight.”

A smile appears on your lips as you lift a hand to his cheek. “Really? Where?”

“Wherever you want,” he answers.

A short laugh escapes you as you drape your arms around his neck. “I don’t know...what sounds good?”

“You said you were craving...” he says one of your favorite foods.

“Ooh, that sounds perfect. Are you okay with that?” you ask.

“Yes.”

“Okay, then. Let me shower and get changed before we go.”

…

The two of you are walking along the sidewalk holding hands, with your arms pressed together. You’re enjoying listening to the quiet hum of activity drifting through Magnolia as the light breeze rustles your hair.

“It’s nice out tonight,” Acnologia mumbles, smiling.

“It is, hm?” you reply.

You decide that you’ll talk to him about the Grand Magic Games over dinner. Right now, it seems the two of you are content just walking together in silence.

Soon enough, the small restaurant comes into view, and your dragon drags you inside.

…

“Guess what!” you say after the two of you have placed your orders.

“What?”

“I’m participating in the Grand Magic Games this year,” you say, smiling a little. “I was wondering if you would want to travel to Crocus with me?”

Acnologia smiles and reaches for your hand, which you grab. “That’s awesome. Of course I will. When is it?”

“Not for a few months, but we’re being expected to train. I was thinking we could head to Crocus a few days early, just so we could spend some time together before it starts.”

“I would like that,” he replies. “Where are you going to train?”

“I don’t know yet,” you admit before lowering your voice. “But I also heard that Jellal Fernandes is taking the place of Mystogan, so I’ll be able to talk to him, too.”

“Really? That’s great,” he says. “I’m happy for you. You’re going to kick ass.”

“I hope so.”

“I know you will. Don’t be nervous, alright? I’m going to be with you all the way.”

“I know.”

From there, the topic transitions to his upcoming exam, which he admits he is nervous about. But, from how hard he’s been studying lately, you know he’s going to ace it.

Then your food arrives and you dig in, not recalling your favorite food ever tasting this good.

…

“Thank you for that,” you say as the two of you exit the restaurant, his arm linked with yours.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, placing a small kiss on the tip of your nose. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”

A sudden surge of confidence swells over you as a smirk crosses your lips and you lean up to his ear.

In your most seductive voice, you whisper:

“That’s a shame. I was going to give you dessert when we got home.”

A moment of silence ensues before both of you burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry,” you say through heavy breaths. “That was so bad!”

“It was,” he agrees. “That was priceless.”

As the two of you make your way to the ice cream stand stationed close to a park, where a few kids are playing. You get your favorite flavor while Acnologia sticks with plain vanilla.

Eventually, the two of you find a spot on a nearby hill underneath a tiny tree. You have a good view of the playground here as well as a bit of Magnolia’s market.

You find yourself leaning your head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. The sun is beginning to set now, so the sky is spattered with gorgeous hues of yellow, orange, and red.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask softly.

He shrugs. “A little bit of everything, honestly. Mostly, I’m still trying to process that this is my new life.”

“It hasn’t been too big a change, has it?” you ask, looking up at him.

“No, it hasn’t,” he replies. “It’s odd to be back out in society...working, learning...living. Not fighting for survival or killing.”

You hum in response, tightening your hand around his. “I get it. Please let me know if it’s too much.”

“It’s not. School is hard, yeah, but healing magic is difficult to understand in general,” he assures. “I just can’t believe I’m living with such an incredible woman.”

His words make you fuzzy inside, so you cuddle up to him further.

“What about you? What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“I love having you around,” you confess, face flushing a bit as you look down at the grass, sifting your fingers through it. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

…

Soon enough, the two of you are back home.

“Thank you for tonight,” you say, referring to how he had paid for everything (much to your dismay). “I really enjoyed it.”

“Good,” he says, running his fingers through your hair. “I enjoyed it too.”

You eye his books on the table and frown. “Do you still need to study?”

“Yes,” he answers, releasing you.

“Want me to help?”

“I’d love that.”

…

Because the Grand Magic Games were one of the hottest events of the year for Fiore, you decided you would go ahead and book somewhere to stay. You decided you wouldn’t be staying at the same hotel as Fairy Tail since you and Acnologia would be leaving early. Makarov was fine with that when you spoke to him about it, so that worked out well.

Laxus also invited you to travel with him and the Thunder Legion in order to train for the Games, but you had declined saying that you and Acnologia had already formed a plan to train together.

Which wasn’t entirely a lie, but also wasn’t entirely true, either; you and Acnologia began sparring daily after he came home from school. He continued teaching you his magic, too.

In fact, you were able to restructure his magic in a way that seemed entirely new so that the other people in your guild wouldn’t recognize his magic. Namely, the spatial aspect of his magic was what you were good with. You now have an even wider array of spells, essentially.

A month or two later, you were noticing a change in your general physique; you were becoming stronger and stronger with every session. Your muscles were developing quite nicely and you couldn’t help but be proud of yourself and how far you had come.

Those few months with Acnologia only deepened your relationship with him, too. You were getting to know him on an intimate emotional level, just as he was with you.

You learned how, despite his stoic exterior, he had a deeply-set fear of dragons.

You learned how he had witnessed the murder of a little girl.

You learned about the whelm of PTSD he bottled up.

And in turn, he learned a lot about you as well. Your fears, habits, all the little things.

Not all of it had been smooth, but you two were able to work out all of the minor disagreements and petty things pretty quickly. One particular incident made you convince him to at least see a therapist on his campus.

You had awoken early one morning to find Acnologia curled up in the corner of your shared room, his hands on the sides of his head, eyes squeezed shut. Immediately you were worried that he might be having one of his blackouts, so you were at his side trying to snap him out of it.

At one point, you had managed to coax him into opening his eyes, and from the glazed look in his green orbs you could tell that this wasn’t a blackout episode, no.

He had been hallucinating.

Quietly, you called his name and cradled his head in your arms as you ran your fingertips in his hair and gently rocked him back and forth. He clutched your arm throughout the entire time, but he was beginning to shake less and less.

Once you could tell that he had snapped out of it, he stopped moving altogether for a moment before he had turned to you. Despite this, you continued to soothe him throughout the night.

That was the only time you’d ever saw him scared.

You can’t help but be reminded of that memory as you sift your fingers through his hair on the train to Crocus.

It is now the week before the Games, and you’re currently watching your sleeping boyfriend, who is using your lap as a makeshift pillow. You had figured that he had motion sickness, and evidently his was worse than the other dragon slayers.

His arms are loosely wrapped around your torso, and you can feel his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. The sight causes a small, happy grin to appear on your face; you’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at him.

You don’t really care. He's just too cute.

Soon, the two of you reach your destination, so you gently shake him awake.

“We’re here,” you say quietly, looking down at him.

“Good,” he grunts, standing up. You both walk off and stretch immediately before looking around.

Crocus is even busier than usual, making you glad that you went ahead and booked your room months ahead of time.

“Where are we staying?” Acnologia asks, taking your hand in his.

“Let me show you.”

…

“I thought you got us a hotel room?” Acnologia asks, looking over the small cabin located on the top of a large mountain.

“Nope. Just a cabin home,” you say with a giggle. “We’re going to be here for a week, after all, so I decided that we should enjoy a bit of luxury. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

You squeal in shock as he quickly slides his arm behind your lower back, pulling you to him, trapping you in his arms.

“You’re sneaky...” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah, but look at the view! You can see all of Crocus from here!” you exclaim, pointing to the balcony and turning in his grasp so you’re facing him. He tightens his hold around your waist and dips his chin into the crook of your shoulder. You raise your hands up to his biceps and rub his skin gently.

“Thank you for doing this.”

“Thank you for coming here to support me,” you reply.

XXX

He chuckles lightly, and you can feel his breath tingling on the skin of your ear, sending a shiver through your body. He seems to notice, because he moves his hands so that they’re pressed into your hips, rubbing the skin there gently.

Sighing, you place your hands on top of his and move them up towards the hem of your shirt a little, a teasing smile resting on your lips.

“Keep going,” you breathe.

He doesn’t answer, but he sweeps you into his arms and begins walking. It takes him a minute to find it, but eventually he walks into the bedroom and sets you on your feet lightly before closing the door.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push him against the door, at first giving him a long and passionate kiss before moving to press gentle ones along his jawline, and then his throat. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it off, tossing it to the side. You continue your trail of kisses with at his collarbone. He groans at the sensation of your warm lips on his skin before he grabs your elbows and spins you so that you’re the one now pressed against the door.

He leans in so that your foreheads are touching before he returns his hands on your hips. This time around, however, he creeps his hands up your shirt. He presses his slender fingers against the skin of your bare tummy, then proceeds up to the skin protecting your rib cage. His eyes flick to yours and he slightly raises his eyebrows inquisitively. You nod your head before raising your arms, allowing him to pull your shirt off.

Acnologia takes a moment to admire your bra before he leans down to press a few kisses on your collarbones and neck. You reach behind you and unclasp your bra, and Acnologia removes it.

His eyes roam over your chest for a second before he takes you by the waist and lies you down onto the bed.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he traces his fingers over your breasts before he leans back down and kisses them, causing a moan to escape your lips. He grinds his hips against yours a few times as he proceeds to lick your nipples and squeeze your hips.

“Acnologia,” you moan breathlessly as he pauses his actions to look up at you.

“Is this alright?” he asks, eyes hinting concern.

“Yes. Please keep going.”

He smiles a little and returns to kissing your neck while he continues pushing his hips against yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, kissing your lips again. “I’m so lucky.”

“And you are incredibly handsome,” you reply, taking the chance to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down to meet your lips again.

He then fingers the seam of your pants, so you lift your hips so he can pull them off and toss them to the side, leaving you in your panties.

His hands slide them down and kick them off and to the side. He leans down and kisses your inner thigh, causing another shudder to run over your skin.

Once again, he looks back up at you and you respond with a nod. He moves his hand so that he’s just grazing your clit, rubbing to find your sweet spot. When he finds that, you release a shrill moan and breath heavily and he smirks a bit before he slips a finger inside of you.

Your forearm comes to rest on your forehead as your mouth hangs slightly open, an unheard moan caught in the back of your throat as he gently pumps in and out. Moments later, he adds another finger, and then one more. Soon, you’re a moaning mess and you can tell you’re getting close. Just as you’re reaching your climax, he removes his hand from your vagina and sits up before freezing.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, eyeing him.

“I don’t have a condom,” he answers.

“Look in the nightstand drawer,” you reply.

He obeys and pulls one out, looking at the wrapper before looking back to you with a smirk. “Prepared, are you?”

“Just in case,” you say, giggling a little. He shakes his head before he sets the condom down and takes off his pants and removes his boxers. You can’t help but stifle a giggle as he pulls the condom on.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, looking at you as he goes back to hovering over you.

“Nothing,” you reply, “I just love you.”

Your eyes widen at your confession, but you don’t have time to be embarrassed because he leans down to catch your lips in another kiss.

“I love you too. More than anything,” he replies.

You chuckle a little, looking him in the eye.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

“I want to,” you assure, smiling as you spread your legs. He nods and takes his penis into his hands before he aligns himself with you and slowly pushes in. You gasp in pleasure, hands seeking shelter on his shoulder blades as he continues until he’s inside you completely.

He pauses for a few seconds, checking to make sure you’re okay. You smile and nod at him, so he begins thrusting.

Your nails dig into his skin as he pumps, and you find yourself wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Faster!”

He complies, speeding up the pace. You feel your mind going hazy as you focus on the feeling of having sex with him, your mind losing its train of thought as he kisses your collarbone, your sternum, your breasts, your throat. You feel his breath becoming erratic as he shuts his eyes and tries to thrust even harder.

“Acnologia!” you moan, not even bothering to attempt to hide your pleasure.

He sloppily kisses your lips as he continues pumping into you once more before he briefly pulls his penis out of you.

“On your hands and knees,” he says, panting. You obey quickly, and he pushes himself back inside you. The room is filled with the sound of him pounding into you.

Another moan escapes you at the new angle, and your fingers curl into the sheets, your knuckles turning white. You feel him kissing your shoulders as he grips your hips.

You steady yourself by laying your forearm on the bed while using your other hand to rub your clit, desperately in search of release.

“Acnologia!” you shout, the knot in your abdomen swelling.

“Come for me, babe,” he grunts, slapping your ass.

“I’m almost...”

A few moments later, the knot unravels within your abdominopelvic region and you gasp, moaning his name as he, too, finds his release.

Moments pass before he pulls out of your vagina, collapsing next to you. You try to catch your breath as you lay your head on his chest.

“That was...incredible.” you say, heart racing.

“It was,” Acnologia agrees, chuckling.

Silence ensues as you bask in the afterglow, falling asleep not long after.

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