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[fairiesnova]

Fun in the Sun

Late entry for the Gratsu Summer Solstice Event run by @fuckyeahgratsu for the prompt: fun in the sun

Note: The kids in this fic are apart of my Erzajane Home is Where They Are series but this fic can be read as a stand alone. 

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“Are you sure you can handle this?” Erza asked shifting from one foot to the other. It was a nervous tick. One that years of staring down enemy after enemy should have gotten rid of. But Erza did not stand before him as guild master of Fairy Tail. No, Erza stood before him as a nervous parent hesitating at the thought of separating from her children despite them both knowing she needed the break. The tell-tale signs of pure exhaustion were written all over Erza’s face weighing down her body. It wasn’t too obvious of course, this was Erza, she still keep that level of grace in her movements and a blank stare to ward off any prying questions. But he knew Erza and so did Gray.

Natsu looks over to his husband to find him staring worriedly at Erza. Gray’s teeth sunk into his lower lip in a way that made Natsu’s eye linger before traveling up to the eyebrow scrunched high on his face. He too could see what Natsu saw and knew they needed to do this.

With practiced ease, Natsu called a wide cocky grin onto his face. “Oh, come on Erza, we’ve babysitter for you a bunch of times remember?”

But as Gray and Natsu could see though Erza’s facade, she could see through theirs. She narrowed her eyes at them. “Rhea. You babysat Rhea alone. I’m warning you now that this is not the same. Rhea has always been self-sufficient even when she was younger. Andre can be…difficult sometimes. Toddlers are a lot of work.”

Gray interrupted this time moving closer to the mother. “Stop trying to scare us off Erza, you know that only gets us fired up.” Natsu’s grin turns into a smirk as he redirects his attention to Gray. “Stealing my lines now Snowflake.” Gray gives him a challenging stare back but says nothing. The two just smirk at each other like idiots in the Scarlet-Strauss yard speaking a thousand words without a sound. Erza always held strong for their guild, for Gray and Natsu, no matter the cost to her. That type of behavior had led to her self-destruction more than once, and each time the boys were there catch her before she fit the ground.

There was no way they were going to leave without the kids.

At that moment, the door opened again, and Rhea walked out. Heading their instructions, she brought along with her a bathing suit and towel carried on her cake-shaped backpack. The eleven-year old looks between her two rowdy uncles and her tired mom. Secretly, she had noticed that both her mothers had looked more down the last few weeks. Between issues at the guild and Andre tearing through whatever he could get his hands and/or teeth on, her mothers were always fixing problem after problem. Rhea tried to make up for it by being extra good. She cleaned up after herself and did her chores without her mother’s asking. She even tried to talk to Andre about being good too, but he just stared and giggled at her as if she were telling a joke. Rhea wasn’t anymore immune to that cute giggly face than her parents and ended up on the floor reading him stories.

Still. She was going to keep being good for her uncles as well. Especially since they seemed blissfully unaware how much of a little terror her brother has been for the past few weeks.

Mirajane smiled at Gray and Natsu and so did the little person slobbering on her dress. Andre giggled as Gray made silly faces and went willingly into his arms. Her turned to shoot a I-told-you-we-could-handle-it look at Erza only to be stopped by the same look of hesitance that flashed over Mirajane’s face.

At this rate, they’d never leave. Gray and Natsu exchanged looks again and subtly nodded to each other. It’s game time.

Gray started down the pathway with Andre in his arms and Rhea following right behind them. Natsu waited for them to move further down the road before stepping forward to grasp both women’s shoulders. “Listen, you two deserve this break. We all know how hard you’ve been working both at the guild and at home. Me and Gray handle the kids for a few days, just trust us alright?” Without waiting for an answer, he kissed both women on the cheeks and grabbed the baby bag Mirajane had brought along with her. With another reassuring grin, he headed to meet his lover.

“Natsu wait-” He turned to see Mirajane and Erza’s hands intertwined. A look of sincerity on their faces as they whispered, “thank you.”

 This time, the smile that came onto his lips was genuine.

~

He and Gray had spent hours arguing over where the best place to spend a week with little kids was. They had come to a standstill glaring from opposite sides of their kitchen table when Happy’s fish went sailing through the room and ended up dropping between them. When Natsu turned to yell what the hell was that for! Gray’s eyes had lit up in the mesmerizing way.

Now here they were in a 5-way race across the beach. Happy won of course, the cheater, but Natsu gladly headbutted Gray out of the way allowing for Rhea to race past him. In retaliation, Gray picked Natsu up off the ground and swung him around under the eyes of a giggling Andre. Andre had given up on trying to race on his short unsteady legs pretty early and instead seemed content to run his fingers through the sand and watch his uncles wrestle. Rhea was celebrating her victory with Happy by trying to bob for fish underwater. At the sound of a scuffle, she raises her head and turns to the fighting men fight men on the beach. She jolts up out of the water when recognizes her uncles. “Are they okay?!” She askes Happy worried. The blue cat just rolled his eyes. “Yeah they’re fine. That’s just their version of fun. Come on, the fish aren’t going to catch themselves!” Rhea hesitates, but as she looks back she could see the little details she missed before. The light tone in their voices as they called insults back and forth, the smiles they exchanged when one managed to pin the other, the way the hands lingered and caressed the other in between moves. In that moment, they reminded Rhea so much of her own mothers when they bickered back and forth just to have an excuse to get closer to each other. With a smile she decided that Happy was right and they continued their dives.

The rest of the day passed by in a splash.

Natsu tried to teach Rhea how to swim while Gray wadded around the shallow end with Andre on his hip. Then they broke for lunch and devoured the triangle sandwiches Mirajane had packed. Shortly after eating, Andre fell asleep on Natsu’s chest while the rest of the gang built sandcastles. They spent some more time in the water until the sun started to set and both kids movements began to slow. They were in the process of packing up their stuff when Gray placed his hand gently over Natsu’s, “so, kids hun?”

Natsu squeezed his hand back. He didn’t need to respond to the question verbally. The look exchanged between the two lovers spoke a thousand words.

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[dustyphantom]

When You’re Gone

Angst warning, but also family fluff and children.

Prompt: Loss

Pairing: Fraxus

Laxus sighed, running his hands through his hair. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this. All of it had happened so quickly, he wasn’t sure what to make of the news. After all, Fairy Tail’s worst enemy was dead.

But so was his dad.

He heard footsteps approaching him, steady thumps against the carpeted floor over the gentle patter of the rain outside, “Are you alright?”

Laxus smiled. At least through all of this, he had his husband by his side, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

There was a pause, “May I have a seat?”

The dragon slayer patted the seat beside him on their couch. Freed placed a peck on his cheek as he sat down, swinging one graceful leg over the other. They were both silent for a moment before Freed spoke again, “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”

Laxus nodded, “It’s just… so weird. As a member of Fairy Tail, I feel like I’m expected to be happy about this. But… he was also my father. I mean, he was never a great dad, but he was there.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“I… don’t know,” Laxus admitted, “Empty, maybe? I’m not sad, but I’m not happy either. I don’t really feel anything.

Freed hummed, “That’s understandable. You don’t have to feel a certain way about it. Nobody is expecting anything from you about this.”

“It’s just… something that’s been there my entire life is just suddenly gone. I guess I kinda miss him, but not as a father. Just as someone who’s always been out there. Is that weird?”

The rune mage shook his head, “We all process in different ways. Everything about this is complicated,” Freed’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling the dragon slayer closer, “If you need some time off to process, we’d all understand.”

Laxus let out a huff of laughter, “I think that would be the worst thing for me. I just need something to take my mind off of it.”

Freed smiled before resting his chin on Laxus’s shoulder, “If there’s anything you need, I’ll be here.”

Laxus kissed his husband’s forehead, “Thanks. I love you.”

“And I you.”

The dragon slayer sat still as the rune mage slowly fell asleep, still leaning against him. Freed always looked so peaceful when he slept, his features gentle as his chest rhythmically rose and fell. It was always comforting to see him rest, since he hardly ever slept when they had first met. The Thunder Legion had always been like a family, and they had lost their eldest brother as children. Freed had taken it the hardest, hardly ever sleeping in fear that he would have nightmares about all the people he had lost.

“Papa?”

Laxus looked over to the little boy in the doorway, trying his best to not disturb his husband, “Hey Yuri. What’s up?”

The boy made his way over to Laxus, climbing up onto the couch and then onto his father’s lap, “Is something wrong?”

“Huh? No, why do you ask?”

Yuri frowned, “Your eyes look sad.”

Laxus sighed. Even though he was only five years old, Yuri was always very empathetic. He cared so much for every living thing, insisting that they take in injured birds and nurse them back to health. It was adorable, but Laxus had always wondered where he’d gotten that from, “I guess I am a little sad. But it’s not anything you have to worry about.”

“Is it about Robin?”

The dragon slayer froze. It was rare anyone ever mentioned their lost daughter. Robin was Yuri’s twin sister who had suddenly died three years ago. Although it was no longer taboo to mention her in the guild, nobody ever had much of a reason to talk about her. Laxus always hated remembering the months after she had passed away, when everything had been so bleak and he and Freed grieved every night.

But this was nothing like that. All in all, it was a good thing Ivan was dead, “No, it’s not about her. I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“Oh, okay,” Yuri said, “I’m sorry I talked about her. She makes you upset.”

“It’s alright. It’s just a little hard to talk about her sometimes.”

“Can you tuck me in?”

“Of course. Just give me a minute, I don’t want to wake up your dad.”

Laxus slowly shifted Freed off of him, laying the smaller man down on the couch as carefully as he could before taking Yuri back to his own bedroom. The boy climbed into bed, pulling the covers over himself. The lightning dragon pressed a kiss against his son’s forehead before tugging the covers up just a little further. Yuri yawned, curling up on his side. Laxus waited until the boy was barely conscious before standing up. He brushed a strand of bright blonde hair out of the boy’s face.

“Good night, Yuri.”

“‘Night, Papa,” he mumbled sleepily.

Laxus sighed, slowly closing the door behind him as he left his son’s room. He was lucky to have a kid who was so kind and easygoing. Even he couldn’t remember much of Robin, but he was sure she was more difficult than Yuri was. Still, just thinking about his daughter made his heart ache.

It was an age of peace for Fairy Tail. There hadn’t been any major conflicts in nine years, and the guild was flourishing with new life as the members settled down and started families. Even so, Laxus had suffered so many losses. Makarov had died exactly a year before the twins were born, then Robin, and now Ivan.

When he walked back to the living room, Freed was sitting upright, staring at the lake beyond their window. He stood when he heard Laxus approach, blue eyes almost glowing in the low light.

“Sorry,” Laxus said quietly, “I tried not to wake you up.”

“It’s quite alright,” Freed responded easily, “You had to take care of Yuri. Besides, I’ve always been a light sleeper.”

The dragon slayer looked at his feet, “So did you hear what he asked me about?”

Freed frowned, “I didn’t. Is something wrong?”

Laxus shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not important.”

The rune mage crossed his arms, “You know you don’t have to try to protect me. Come now, I can handle it.”

The lightning dragon sighed his resignation, “He noticed that I was upset and he… he asked if it was about Robin.”

Freed went quiet.

“Of course, he’s allowed to talk about her, but it still hurts, you know?”

“Yeah. I know.”

They both stood silently for a long moment, until Laxus heard a quiet sniffle. Freed wiped tears from his eyes as the lightning dragon looked up.

“Oh, Freed,” Laxus murmured, pulling his husband into a hug.

The rune mage shuddered, “It’s been three years since then. I should be over it. It shouldn’t still make me feel like this.”

“No, no. It’s fine to still be upset. What happened was horrible. Nobody expects you to just get over something like that,” Laxus comforted, “It still hurts me when I hear people talk about her.”

“Gods, I miss her so much.”

Laxus pulled his husband closer, “So do I. But when someone dies, there’s nothing we can do about it. We just have to be happy that they lived.”

Freed chuckled softly, “You inherited the master’s way with words, too.”

“Yeah. I guess I did,” the dragon slayer murmured, “I’m sad he’s gone, but I’m lucky to have had him there when I needed him.”

Laxus smiled, thinking of all the ridiculous things his grandfather did to cheer him up when he was little. He truly was grateful to have such a person with him.

“Freed?”

“Hmm?”

“Promise me you’ll always be by my side.”

“Of course, love. I would never leave you,” Freed responded, “But in return, you must promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“If, for whatever reason, something happens to me, take care of Yuri and the Thunder Legion. They need you.”

Laxus chuckled, “Of course. But nothing will happen to you, right?”

“Of course not. I love you all too much to ever dream of leaving.”

“Good, ‘cause we need you too.”

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[ftlgbtales]

Stingue 500 word Drabble for @oryu404

Sting was normally a heavy sleeper. You could shove him out of bed or even pour ice water on him and he wouldn’t move, but something about the soft sigh he heard made him crack his eyes open anyways. The bedside clock read 2:36 am, and there was a cold chill creeping in from the open balcony door. He reached beside him gently, feeling for his partner, but coming up empty, only finding a cold spot on the bed. 

He got up as quiet as he could, knowing that it would likely be futile, and crept towards the door. Rogue was leaning over the balcony rail in nothing but the pink pajama pants with frogs on them Sting had gotten him for his birthday, and he looked almost peaceful. Sting watched for a moment, content to just take in the sight before he finally decided to move. He wrapped his arms around Rogue’s abdomen and laid his head on his shoulder. “Hey,” his voice was soft, but it was easily heard in the quiet of the morning. 

Rogue smiled and laid his hands over top of Sting’s, “Hi… What are you doing up?” 

“The bed was cold,” Sting mumbled, “because my cuddle buddy left me.” He nuzzled Rogue’s neck gently, then left a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Bad insomnia night?”

The kiss tickled, the lightness of Sting lips always did, and it made Rogue’s smile brighter. He turned around without leaving the embrace, “mmm…. Yeah, but that’s okay.” He wound his arms around Sting, even though they were as heavy as lead with exhaustion. “I have you here now.”

Sting pressed a kiss to his temple with the same love and softness as before, “You don’t look super okay… but I’ll hold you as long as you need me too.” He pulled Rogue closer, one of his hands moving up to play with his tangled hair, and he sighed softly when he felt Rogue mindlessly trace the old scars on his back. “I love you, even when this stuff happens.”

He hadn’t voiced it, but sometimes that’s exactly what Rogue needed to hear. He relaxed into Sting’s arms, blissfully happy, “I love you too, Sting.”

After a moment or two, Sting started humming a nameless tune and swaying with Rogue. It was the only sound beside the crickets under the early morning moonlight, and Rogue’s fixated on it. It was just as calming as always, and he thought for a moment that he could fall asleep standing. Sting was a head of him though, and chose instead to scoop him up and carry him back to their warm bed. Rogue fell asleep to his partner’s humming that night as he was wrapped in blankets and held in a place were his thoughts couldn’t touch him. 

Sting kept humming long after Rogue had fallen asleep, wanting nothing more than for him to dream peacefully, even if it meant losing a few hours. When he finally stopped, it was with a quiet, “I love you,” and him snuggling right back in.

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[splendidlyimperfect]

When Natsu’s morning commute gets interrupted by a cute guy helping a turtle cross the road, Natsu thinks it’ll just be a funny story to tell later. But then Sting shows up at Natsu’s café, with his cute accent and sweet smile, and Natsu starts to fall in love a bit. Which wouldn’t be a problem, except that Natsu already loves Gray. Then Natsu introduces them, and Gray starts falling too.

Sting’s always been easily infatuated - with the cute air steward, the scuba instructor, the pretty guy at the grocery store - but he’s never loved anyone other than Rogue. So when Sting meets Natsu and Gray and starts to feel like maybe this time, the infatuation is more than just a crush, he’s not sure what to do, even when Rogue feels the same way.

Chapter Summary: Things with Sting and Rogue are comfortable, but Natsu and Gray both want more.

Chapters (4/?): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Pairings: Gray/Natsu, Sting/Rogue, Gray/Natsu/Sting/Rogue Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Aged-Up Character(s), Polyamory, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Crushes, Fluff, Flirting, First Kiss, Relationship Negotiation, Sting and Rogue have accents and Gray and Natsu can’t handle it, Dorks in Love, they’re all such awkward flirts, and they’re so gay for each other

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Things came to a head on a chilly evening in November.

“Why is it so goddamn cold?” Sting grumbled, kicking the snow off his boots and shivering as he stepped into Natsu and Gray’s apartment. “Your backwards seasons are ridiculous.”

“You’re the one with backwards seasons,” Natsu teased, reaching out to take Sting and Rogue’s jackets. Sting’s cheeks were pink with cold and his fingers were freezing where they touched Natsu’s. “I can’t picture winter in June.”

“Well,” Rogue said, squeezing Natsu’s arm as he passed into the living room, “it’s never really winter in Greyton. Not like here, anyway.”

Gray appeared in the doorway to the kitchen drying his hands on a dish towel. “You did say you wanted to see snow,” he said, laughing as Sting shook the flakes out of his hair. “You got your wish.”

“It’s pretty to look at,” Sting admitted. “But it’s cold and it’s awful.”

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“Here,” Natsu said, shrugging off his hoodie and handing it to Sting, who took it gratefully. “You really need some better winter clothes. Or are you just planning to keep all of my sweaters instead?”

Sting’s cheeks flushed pink as he zipped up the hoodie and mumbled an incoherent response to the question, then ducked into the kitchen to help Gray with dinner. Something funny twisted in Natsu’s stomach at the sight of Sting in his sweater – as well as the knowledge that Sting had at least two of his other hoodies squirreled away at his and Rogue’s apartment.

“You need help with anything?” Rogue asked, fingers brushing Natsu’s elbow. The touch jolted Natsu out of his reverie but looking up at Rogue didn’t make him feel any less confused. Rogue’s hair had grown out a bit in the last few months and he had it pulled back in a messy French braid with some shorter pieces falling in his face. It looked ridiculously good on him.

Natsu sighed internally. He and Gray had talked a million times about telling Sting and Rogue how they felt, but neither of them could bring themselves to say we like you as more than friends. It seemed too taboo, even though Natsu was nearly a hundred percent certain that they felt the same way.

“Yeah,” Natsu said, holding back a shiver when Rogue’s fingers stayed for a moment too long on his arm. “Let’s go set the table.”

~

Dinner was the same noisy, flirtatious mess as every weekend. Even after only a few months it felt like Sting and Rogue belonged there, filling some sort of empty space in Natsu and Gray’s lives that hadn’t existed before they’d shown up.

“Can you pass the salad, babe?”

Natsu handed over the bowl, realizing belatedly that Sting had been talking to Rogue, not him. There was a brief, awkward pause where the word ‘babe’ hung in the air between them, but it was quickly broken when their fingers brushed, and Sting gave Natsu a bright smile.

“So,” Gray said, pushing his empty plate forward and leaning back in his chair. “What are you guys doing for Christmas?”

Rogue looked at Sting, who shrugged. “We don’t really have plans,” Rogue said. “Back in Greyton we’d have a braai outside in the afternoon – like a big barbeque with the whole neighborhood. Somehow I don’t think that would work out too well here.”

“You’d freeze before you could eat anything,” Sting grumbled, knocking his foot against Natsu’s under the table as he took another bite of salad. “It’s supposed to get even colder in December! It’s unreasonable.”

Natsu laughed, taking a sip of his beer and gently kicking Sting’s shin. “You’re not gonna wanna leave the house for the next couple months, huh?” Sting shook his head and made a face.

“The upside is that he’s very cuddly when it’s cold out,” Rogue teased, and Sting flicked a pea at him. “And apparently hoards Natsu’s sweaters – he wore one to bed last night after complaining about the temperature for almost the entire evening.”

“Shut up,” Sting hissed, cheeks turning even pinker as he poked furiously at his salad. “They’re warm. And they…” He trailed off, refusing to make eye contact with Natsu, who could feel his own cheeks turning red.

“Christmas!” Gray interrupted, voice slightly louder than it needed to be. His face was flushed too, and he was trying his best to hide it behind his wine glass. Natsu suspected it had something to do with the fact that Rogue was sitting across from him with his legs stretched out under the table.

Natsu decided to jump in and save him, if only to avoid the conversation about Sting and his sweaters. “You guys wanna come over here for Christmas?” he asked quickly. “Our families are both out of town this year, so we were just gonna… I dunno, eat pizza and watch all the ‘Die Hard’ movies.”

“So, a typical weekend for us then,” Rogue teased. There was something about the way he said ‘us’ that made Natsu’s stomach do a funny sort of cartwheel.

“Pretty much,” he said around the sensation. “Only difference is that we drink eggnog instead of beer and Gray dresses up Happy in a Santa outfit.”

“Oh, shut up,” Gray grumbled, smacking Natsu’s arm. Then he stood up, grabbing his empty plate and gesturing to everyone else’s. “C’mon, lets clean up and watch a movie.”

~

Cuddling during movie night had become a comfortable routine. Sting liked being in the middle, curled up halfway on Natsu’s lap while Rogue sat behind him. Gray, who preferred to be on the floor in a pile of blankets, sat in front of Sting and Rogue, who would both absently play with his hair. It was warm and comfortable, and Sting looked forward to it every week.

This time it had been his turn to pick, and while ‘Inside Out’ had seemed like a good idea at the time, now that it was over, Sting was definitely regretting it.  

“Babe, are you crying?”

Gray tipped his head back against the couch, looking up at Natsu, who was wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt and shaking his head. Sting, who was curled up comfortably between Natsu and Rogue, was definitely crying and not bothering to hide it.  

“’m not crying,” Natsu insisted as they watched the credits scroll up across the TV.

“Yeah, you are,” Gray said, voice more gentle than teasing.

“Shut up,” Natsu grumbled. “You’re just a heartless asshole.”

Gray fake-gasped, putting his hand over his heart and looking indignant. “I am not heartless,” he insisted, nodding at Rogue. “Look, Rogue’s not crying either.”

Sting sniffed and rubbed at his face, feeling something in his stomach jump as Natsu shifted next to him. They’d ended up holding hands during the movie again – not hiding it, and once again Rogue and Gray hadn’t said anything – but the feel of Natsu’s thumb moving over the back of Sting’s knuckles had almost been enough to distract Sting enough to keep him from crying.

Almost.

“Look,” Natsu said, squeezing Sting’s hand as he sat up a little. “It hurt my heart, okay?”

“Want me to kiss it better?” Sting teased.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wished he could take them back. His cheeks started to burn as Natsu stared at him, mouth slightly open, eyes filled with a confusing mix of things that Sting wasn’t sure he understood. A soft silence fell over the four of them, and the air was so charged with everything they’d never said that Sting felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah,” Natsu whispered eventually. His gaze wavered for a second, flicking down to Gray, then over to Rogue, then slowly moving back up to Sting. “You, uh…”

Natsu’s hand was so warm in Sting’s, fingers drifting slowly across Sting’s palm, and the sensation made Sting’s stomach twist. He could feel Gray leaning against his leg, not moving away, not pushing Sting away, just resting his hand on Sting’s knee and... waiting.

They were all on the edge of something, air crackling with nervous energy as Sting turned his hand and pressed his palm against Natsu’s. It reminded Sting of going cliff-jumping for the first time – standing at the edge, toes pressed into the rock, staring down at the drop to the water and feeling like the world had narrowed down to just that spot, fifty feet below.

Rogue squeezed Sting’s hip, then nudged him gently, and Sting finally gave in, leaning forward and closing the distance until he and Natsu were nearly nose-to-nose.

He could feel Natsu’s breath, hot on his cheek, and when Sting brushed his nose against Natsu’s, Natsu let out a soft, contented sound. Sting’s hand slowly travelled up Natsu’s arm, fingers drawing gentle patterns and brushing through the curls of hair at the base of Natsu’s neck.

A step forward. A deep breath. Eyes closed. Jump.

Sting brushed their lips together and it was like plunging into the water – sharp and bright and exhilarating. The tension in the room broke, spilling into a heady energy that drew out quiet gasps and gentle touches. All the confusion and frustration and tension of the past few months melted away, and all Sting could think about was the way that Natsu made soft noises into his mouth, and the feel of Natsu’s fingers in his hair.

And then Sting surfaced, breaking back into the sensation of Gray’s body against his leg and Rogue’s fingers on his lower back, and the quiet dark of the living room.

He pulled back slowly, breathing shakily and pressing his forehead to Natsu’s, trying his best to keep the words inside because nothing he could say would—

“Sting.” Gray’s voice was so, so gentle, and Sting squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before pulling away from Natsu and looking down at dark eyes, dark skin, dark lashes. Sting wasn’t sure what he’d expected to see there – anger, maybe, or confusion, or maybe grief – but it certainly wasn’t the fond smile Gray was wearing.

“Wh... I...”

“C’mere,” Gray said, reaching up and brushing his fingers across Sting’s cheek. Sting felt his breath catch in his throat again, and he couldn’t say no to the gentle touch, so he leaned down and let Gray kiss him.

Gray tasted like the fuzzy peaches he’d been eating, and when he ran his tongue across Sting’s lip, Sting felt something coil in his stomach, hot and wanting. He exhaled, moving his hand to rest on Gray’s neck, brushing lightly across Gray’s throat as their tongues slid together and Gray let out a soft sigh.

Sting felt Rogue shift behind him, nudging him gently forward, and Sting broke apart from the kiss long enough to slide down to the floor onto Gray’s lap. Gray shifted until Sting’s knees were on either side of his hips, then brought both hands up to cup Sting’s face, gazing at him with wide eyes.

“Are you okay?” Gray asked softly. Sting looked up to see Natsu’s fingers tangled in Rogue’s hair and Rogue’s hand on Natsu’s hip as they kissed each other, and he swallowed heavily.

“Yeah,” he said, letting out a quiet breath and closing his eyes as Gray tucked his hair behind his ears. Soft lips pressed to Sting’s throat and he tipped his head back, breath hitching as Gray’s fingers trailed down his spine and rested on his hips. Sting dragged his fingers through Gray’s hair as Gray continued to kiss his neck, tugging Sting closer to him until they were chest-to-chest and Sting could feel Gray’s heart thundering against his.

“We should... talk...” Natsu murmured between kisses, and Sting opened his eyes to watch Rogue bite down gently on Natsu’s lower lip. Natsu made a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a moan, and Sting echoed it as Gray’s teeth scraped gently over his throat.

“You wanna... nnnn... stop?” Rogue asked softly, pulling back for a second and glancing over at Sting. Natsu shook his head, turning to watch Gray run his hand up under Sting’s shirt.

“No,” Natsu said, reaching out for Sting. Sting grabbed Natsu’s hand, squeezing tightly, and Natsu tugged on Rogue’s shirt, pulling him down until they were sitting on the floor next to Sting and Gray. “I just wanna make sure we’re all on the same page here.”

“I’ve wanted this since we met,” Sting admitted, heart stuttering at the admission and the look of adoration on Natsu’s face. “Both of you, and I—we’ve talked about it a lot and it’s… I don’t know if it’s weird, or—”

“Hey.” Gray’s thumbs rubbed gentle circles across Sting’s hips as he tipped his head back and caught Sting’s gaze. “Us, too.”

“Not just the kissing, though,” Natsu said quickly, leaning into Rogue’s fingers that combed through his hair. “It’s not just this. You’re both…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely in the air, and Sting knew exactly what he meant.

“You’re important to us, too,” Rogue said softly, filling in the words that Natsu couldn’t find. “We want…”

“Yeah,” Natsu said softly, reaching out and touching Sting’s cheek. “Us, too.” Then he pulled Sting in for a kiss again, running his other hand down Gray’s back. Sting could feel Rogue move behind him to kiss Gray, and he shifted off Gray’s lap so Rogue could take over instead.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Natsu murmured, running his fingers through Sting’s hair and kissing his cheek before pushing him gently down to the floor. The carpet was soft and Sting dragged his fingers through it as Natsu leaned over him, air falling around him and tickling Sting’s cheeks. Natsu’s eyes searched Sting’s face, dark and curious as he ran his thumb over Sting’s cheek.

“Promise this isn’t just…” Sting struggled to focus on the words – he could hear Rogue making quiet, contented sounds as Gray pulled him closer, and Natsu’s fingers left sparks trailing across his skin.

“It’s more than that,” Natsu said, leaning down and brushing his lips against Sting’s. “Not just this, but... I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Sting brought his hands up to Natsu’s waist, slipping his hands under Natsu’s shirt and tracing a pattern over Natsu’s hips. Natsu closed his eyes and exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead to Sting’s.

Sting ran his hands up Natsu’s back, nudging him down gently as he pulled him in for a kiss. Natsu braced himself on one arm, bringing his other hand to brush through Sting’s hair as he ran his tongue across Sting’s bottom lip.

A soft sigh from next to them drew Sting’s attention and he looked over to see that Gray and Rogue had switched positions – Rogue against the couch with Gray in his lap – and Gray’s shirt was on the floor. His head was tipped back and Sting could see Rogue kissing his neck as he ran his fingertips down Gray’s back.

“Wow,” Sting said softly, fingers stilling on Natsu’s skin as he watched Rogue bring a hand up to Gray’s hair and tug on it gently. Gray made a sound that was almost a whimper, following eagerly when Rogue nudged him onto his back next to Sting.

“Hey, baby,” Rogue said to Sting as he straddled Gray’s hips and ran his fingers across Gray’s stomach. Sting hummed as Rogue brushed his other hand across Natsu’s back, then leaned down and kissed Sting deeply. The familiar feel of Rogue’s lips on his was grounding, and Sting touched his cheek for a second before reaching out and grabbing Gray’s hand.

“You’re both amazing,” Natsu murmured as Rogue pulled back from Sting to kiss him instead. “Gods, I could do this forever.”

“Good,” Rogue said, smiling against Natsu’s lips before looking back down at Gray and running a hand up his chest. “Because we have nowhere else to be, and all the time in the world.”

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Beautiful

My part of the @ft-fairyexchanges Ftlgbtales Happy Holigays Exchange 2019. This is for @eilynn-arts your request mentioned Lolita styled dresses and flowers so I took that and ran with it. I hope you like it! (also I didn’t know if you have an ao3 account but if you do please let me know me, I’d love to gift it to you on there as well)

Happy Holigays 2019

Pairing: Lucy x Juvia

Word count: 2553

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On the outside, she was sure she had the tough guise of the almost S-class rain woman whenever dealing with the other mage. Her stern glare and annoyed mask firmly in place as she brought her face closer and closer to the one stirring up unspeakable emotions within her. But on the inside, her heart was beating a mile a minute each step she took closer to Lucy’s.

Lucy Heartfilia, the bubbly blonde menace to society that was surely going to be the death of Juvia.

You see, Juvia did not handle crushes well…even she can admit that. And it didn’t help that Juvia crushed easily, always looking for someone to form a connection, a bond with. Someone she could love and cherish for all time and whom would give her those same feelings of passion right back. It was something she crazed desperately. As Mirajane once put it, Juvia was in love with love.

But nothing could compare to the way she felt when Lucy pressed their foreheads together all those years ago.

It was a build-up of things. It started with the pain and helpless she felt as that man controlled her body and forced her to do battle with Lucy. Forced her to hurt someone whom was calling out to her, believing in Juvia to be stronger, able to fight off the mage’s control. Juvia wanted so badly to prove her right, to be strong the way Lucy thought she was. Then it was speaking to Lucy through her magic and feeling for the first time like there was someone else out there besides Gajeel who listened to her, who understand her desire to find a family in the Fairy Tail guild the same way Lucy had. The turning point came when they fused their magic together to form an unison raid. Juvia doesn’t even have the words to describe the feeling of their magic tying them together so closely that they hearts beat in sync other than calling the experience extraordinary. Then afterwards they sat for what felt like forever panting softy with their hands holding the others face and the foreheads pressed so gently together. Gentle, Loving, Warm in ways Juvia never experienced before or since then. Never had anyone hold her as if she precious the way Lucy did. So, when they finally separated, Juvia knew without a shadow of doubt that Lucy left a piece of herself within Juvia.

But Juvia had no idea if she had left a piece of herself within Lucy, or if Lucy would even want her too.

So that leads to them now, Juvia glaring into those honey-brown eyes hoping her false anger would excuse her red cheeks and clenched sweaty fits to anyone looking closely.

Which just so happens to be the entire guild.

“Juvia…” Lucy starts with annoying warm voice of hers. Tone soft and her hands held up in the signal of surrender in an attempt to calm the raging water mage down. She shared a glance with a pouting Natsu, concerned Mirajane, gleeful Cana, and a slowly backing away Gray. So much for their help. “Juvia it’s really not that bad. I know you don’t want to do this, but you heard Master, Cana decides the team for this mission.

Turning her fierce glare onto the snickering card mage, Juvia pointed an accusatory finger in her direction. “Cana will re-pick the teams then! The cards must have been wrong this time!”

“Sorry but no dice Juv,” Cana snickered again not even bothering to hide her amusement in the antics of the woman in front of her. “The cards have spoken, and they said the holder of the zodiac keys and the water mage are the perfect team!” Besides…” Her voice trailed off as she threw an arm over Juvia’s shoulder. “I thought you would be happy. I hear the place your going is beautiful this time of year! All that snow and mistletoe will sure make for an interesting time.” She even threw in a wink for good measure ignoring the killing intent coming off of the other girl. Honestly, Juvia would thank her one day, hopefully one day soon. She had a bet to win after all and with Christmas coming up soon she didn’t have much time to spare.

There was only one flaw in her plan. “But Cana! Me and Lucy always are together on saving the world missions!”

Natsu. They had forgotten about Natsu. Well that wasn’t entirely true, they had purposely left Natsu out of their plan because of his inability to keep his big mouth shut.

“And besides guys, you still haven’t told us what the mission is?”

Thankful Gray was to the rescue, Cana should have known he would have her back. “That doesn’t matter right now. Your train is going to be leaving soon and you still need to pack! We can debrief you once you reached your destination.” Gray said pushing Lucy towards the guild doors. With a glare in their direction, Juvia followed quickly.

Once they were out the door, Mirajane let out a relieved sigh. Cana turned to her and spoke gloatingly.

“And here you doubted me.”

“Okay you were right.“ Mirajane giggled. "I didn’t think that would actually work.” 

“It won’t.” A rough voice spoke from one of the tables. Laxus watched the spectacle unimpressed apparently.

“Your just jealous that your team is going to lose.” Cana smirked at the table smugly. 

“Failure is not in our vocabulary.” Erza declared next to Laxus, even raising her sword to illustrate her point. “Lying to them about a mission is not going to get them together by Christmas. You are going to lose!”

“It will work!” Cana and Mirajane yelled back in unison. The glaring contest with the four threatened to resume the months long argument that nearly resulted into a brawl before the teams were formed, each with a different plan on finally getting Lucy and Juvia together. So far, neither group had any luck but Mirajane, Cana, and Gray were sure the plan they conducted would finally pull through before the agreed upon deadline. It was important to do this now because the A team would have their turn again after Christmas, and judging by Laxus’s constant smirk, they must have come up with a plan that might actually work. The B team could not allow that to happen.

“I don’t really care which of you idiots finally get those two to stop dancing around each other.” Gajeel said strumming his guitar. “Just that it happens. Juvia deserves to be happy. Lucy too.”

A silence rang through the guild as they were reminded why they started this bet in the first place. Yes, there was the added bonus of bragging rights once the deed was done, but more importantly, they wanted to help their friends to be happy together. Even if that involves a little lying…what was the worst that could happen?

~

Juvia ran into her apartment in Fairy Hills a nervous chaotic mess. She raced around throwing all the basic necessitates she needed into her bag before stopping in front of her large closet. Throwing it open, Juvia eyed her clothing selection wary. She still wasn’t sure where they were going, but Cana had mentioned snow which meant it was probably somewhere cold. But were her winter wear cute enough to gain Lucy’s attention? Biting her lip, Juvia eyes wandered to the gem of her collection, the dress she that was her second love after Lucy. It was a baby blue Lolita dress with pink trims and white fluffy ruffles. The dress was nearly floor length stopping just a bit over Juvia’s knee. The dress was complete with silky pink ribbons on the sides, a pair of baby blue flats easy to slip on and off, and a blue headband. The longing Juvia felt when she first seen the dress was nearly strong enough to bring her to her knees. She bought it immediately spending off the jewels she had and nearly tripped herself in a hurry to put it on. 

The dress made her feel like a princess. The fabric and ruffles were so soft and warm and it hugged her skin in a way no other dress had before. The light blue of the headband contrasted so pretty with the darker blue of her hair and eyes. The curls in her hair, the ruffles, and the way the dress fawned out at the bottom had her entranced. It was beautiful, she felt so beautiful in it, and now a small part of her wondered if Lucy would find it beautiful too. 

Making a decision, Juvia gently placed the dress into her the zip-close bag and packed into her suitcase. Within the next moments she was gone heading for the train.

~

The train ride wasn’t as awkward as Juvia thought it was going to be. Her nerves still made her flustered, but instead of tense silence, they filled the ride talking about various topics from the weather to guild events and recent jobs they took. Lucy was in the middle of telling her the story of how Gray and Natsu’s fist fight nearly furthered damaged the already decimated town when a bump on the road sent Lucy flying forward from her seat next to Juvia to her head smacking against the train window.

“Lucy!”

“I’m okay.” She tentatively raised a finger to the knot forming on her head wincing. “Ouch that’s going to leave a mark.”

Worry still simmered in her stomach as she wrapped a hand around Lucy’s wrist pulling the girl towards her. “Rival you need to be more careful.” She continued to pull until Lucy’s head rested against her lap. She summoned small bits of water into her palm then froze it the same way Gray had taught her how. Lucy sighed immediately at the cold touch.

“Wow Juvia your hands are magical.”

That darn blush was back. “Gray taught me how to summon water into my hands while still keeping them solid.”

“Oh.” Lucy made herself more comfortable pushing her head more into Juvia’s hands. She stared up at Juvia. “You and Gray have been getting along more lately. You probably wish he was here with you hun?”

“No…no I’m glad I’m here with you.”

Lucy’s smile brightened the entire train. “I’m glad I’m here with you too.”

~

The train stopped at a midpoint halfway to wherever Gray brought the tickets for. She stepped off of the platform dragging Lucy with her.

“Juvia I told you I’m fine.”

“Nonsense rival. If we leave it you will bruise! There should be medical aide somewhere near here.”

“But what about the trai-”

“We will make it back in time or we will catch the next one. You are getting checked out now! I will not allow my rival to be done in by a head injury.”

By the time they found a healer to check out Lucy the train and long since left. They agreed to book a room in the inn near the train stop and rest until the next one came that evening.

Juvia was the only one in the room now. Lucy was downstairs gathering information about the village they were being sent to. Gray, Cana, and Mirajane debriefed them over lacrima but the details were fuzzy and the three spent more time bickering between themselves then giving clear instructions on what this save the world mission was so Lucy and Juvia decided to do some digging themselves.

Juvia was glad she was alone because she needed the few moments to gather her courage. Staring herself down in the mirror, she ran her hands loving down the sides of the Lolita dress, the familiar softness of the fabric grounding her. She knew there was little chance of her getting an opportunity to wear it once they reached the village. She had an opening during the hours before the next train left to impress Lucy and she needed to take it. Here in this sleepy little town where its just the two of them far away from any distractions would be her best chance to make Lucy notice her.

And notice her Lucy did.

She was there at the bottom of the steps watching with wide eyes as Juvia slowly descended the stairs. Juvia kept her movements slow and her head held high, eyes locked on those honey-brown ones. Lucy’s eyes drifted from the way the dress swished and shayed with the movements of Juvia’s hips down to the blue flats before coming back up, lingering on the ruffles down by her legs, then focusing on the blush lingering on her cheeks.

“Juvia…” she whispered softly. She took one step forward then another. Soon the were rushing towards each other desperate to close the distance between their bodies.

“Juvia” she said again, breathless now. Her hands lifted close to Juvia’s face but not quite touching yet as she looked to Juvia for permission. Juvia nodded rapidly closing her eyes in pleasure as Lucy’s warm hand tugged on a stray curl brushing it back behind the headband. The hand drifted down her cheek, brushing her lips, then tracing every inch of the dress she could reach.

“Juvia, you’re so beautiful”

Her hands played with the ruffles.

“It’s so soft. Soft like your hands Juvia”

She linked their hands together using both to continue her exploration.

“Warm too. The fabric is so nice under my hands. It looks taken care of too, you must really love this dress.”

“I do. It makes me feel beautiful”

Lucy frowned at that. Taking their joined hands, she cupped Juvia’s cheek again. “Juvia, your always beautiful.”

The blush deepened but Juvia wasn’t going to allow her embarrassment to take control this time. Instead she pushed more into Lucy’s palm speaking so only she could hear. “I wanted to look beautiful for you. I wanted to share this part of me with you.”

“Juvia…” Juvia was quickly growing to love the sound of her name coming from those lips, especially when Lucy was smiling at her like that. “Come, I want to show you something.

~

They walked slowly up the hill taking their time. Juvia had one hand on her hip keeping her dress from being blown by the wind and the other still locked in Lucy’s. They walked in a comfortable silence until they reached the top of the hill where an endless array of flowers bloomed.

“Oh.” Juvia gasped out.

“Yeah it’s amazing isn’t.”

She pulled out a blanket from her bag lying it onto the ground. She motioned for Juvia to sit on it then followed once again lying her head in Juvia’s lap.

“I found it when me, Natsu, Gray, Erza, and Wendy went on a job in a town near here. I always wanted to come back here.”

She took Juvia’s hands again and pressed a soft kiss to the back of one. Juvia’s smile was so wide her cheeks stung. She laughed softy unable to contain her joy of being here, in her favorite dress with her favorite girl watching the sunset over the beautiful bed of flowers talking the night away.

In the end, the missed their second train. But they gained so much more.

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Wrote a little something for the best boys! ❤️Also as a special congrats for the amazing @splendidlyimperfect reaching 100 ft fics! 🥰

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(Oneshot) Gray x Natsu + Protecting Each Other - You deserve so much better, Ceru

Thank you so much, Jaci

@watcher-ofthe-sky tysm for the help on this!! I always love to brainstorm with you

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Natsu and the woman rage across the barren earth, trading powerful, blazing punches and delicate, deceptive strikes that keep cutting too close. He’s powerful, but his fists are no match for a swordswoman of her calibre. He spits and hisses flame, trying to keep her at bay, but her steps are too quick for his single-minded, imprecise attacks. Her blue hair’s half-burned off, hanging in a short, ragged, soot-edged bobcut around her ears, but she barely blinks at the sudden loss of weight from her head, pivoting expertly around Natsu’s stunned form.

And then the sword is slicing down towards Natsu’s chest before he can breathe, but he’s not even afraid because he knows - 

Ice stops the swing that surely would have killed him, strong and firm and hard and unyielding, a solid block that weighs the swordswoman down, and she cries out at the sudden cold, clutching her shoulder as veins of blue creep up her dark skin. Natsu doesn’t waste a second, going in for a full-blown punch to the head to knock her out while Gray stabilizes his magic to make sure her sword arm is incapacitated. Her head lolls back, brown eyes half-closed, skin glimmering with a sheen of sweat, lips murmuring a prayer even in unconsciousness.

“Do I always have to get you out of this stuff, Flame Brain?” Gray says, and he sounds exasperated, but Natsu knows he’s not. 

So he responds cheerfully, “It was me who knocked her out, not you, Ice Princess,” 

Gray snorts. “Says the guy who was getting his ass beat.”

They don’t mention that he would have been dead by now if Gray hadn’t been there. Gray won’t gloat in it; Natsu won’t thank him - because that’s not how it works between Gray and Natsu.

Because they have an unspoken deal, and that deal can stick to being unspoken.

—–

Gray stares up at the sky, dark eyes vacant and empty as they always are on this day. His head spins with a whirlpool of memory he’d rather not get sucked into, but he’s got no choice. 

At least today, he should let himself sink into it. Should atone by allowing it to rip him apart all over again, leaving him the same torn, broken mess he becomes this day every year. 

The same mess that he deserves to be, for daring to be happy.

Unwittingly, his shoulders sag, heavy with the weight of the illusory strength he’s too tired to project today. His head falls forward onto his knees, and a pit opens up in his stomach, wide and gaping and empty - a pit that can’t be filled even by the bubbling vivacity of Fairy Tail, not today. 

He is dropping, then, dropping into this pit, deeper and deeper, hurtling down the seemingly bottomless hole of despair and guilt and regret which widens every second he’s in it. A voice screams at him to stop, to pull himself out before it is too late, but he simply can’t try anymore. 

Gray is a lost boy, adrift, floating, and there is nothing that can save him now.

But then there is a warm and sharp blast to his bare back, shocking him back into the present, and his body retaliates with a hastily-made lance, though his mind is still reeling from the sudden shock.

“Come on, Ice Princess,” taunts Natsu, smirking confidently, but his eyes are full of understanding. “Today ain’t no day to be moping around like some emo loser.”

“Emo loser, huh?” Gray returns challengingly, a spark lighting in his dull-edged, rusty blade of a heart. “I’ll show you what this emo loser can do!”

Natsu attacks first, and Gray sidesteps most of his too-direct punches and kicks, trying to get his rhythm down. But he soon starts taking hits and giving them in equal measure, tired of evading the fight like a prissy princess.

Natsu’s fists speak better than his words - always have. 

With a punch to the gut, he says, It’s not your fault.

With a kick to the head, he tells Gray, Never has been.

With a spell aimed at his face, he shouts, So shut up and let me help you! 

And as they launch themselves at each other, sharp hisses of steam rising as white-hot fire and hell-cold ice clash, Gray manages to forget, just a little.

And he manages to forgive himself, just a little.

The words stuck in his throat don’t come out. 

Thank you, Natsu.

Not today, not now… maybe not ever.

Because he doesn’t need to say them; doesn’t need to state in words the extent of their bond. Meaningless strings of letters cannot describe Gray and Natsu, and will never be able to.

Because this is how it is - Gray will protect Natsu from others, and Natsu will protect Gray from himself.

Because this is how it is - and neither of them will have it any other way.

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This was written for @adhdnatsu who is the 3rd Place Winner of the @ftlgbtales 300 Followers Raffle we did a few months ago. They requested Igneel and Natsu fluff and I really hope they enjoy this. :)

Dragons Can’t Cannonball

"Where are we going?" Natsu asked excitedly from his spot on Igneel's enormous back. They were flying up in the air, and this was unusual so early in the morning.

For being a dragon, Igneel was very particular about his schedule. Mornings were for teaching Natsu about reading and practicing his letters. Physical and fire magic training took place in the afternoons. While the evenings were filled with hunting, and cuddling on a full belly. All in all, it was a pleasant schedule, but Natsu hungered for adventure.

"You'll see, youngling," Igneel replied with a touch of mischief in his voice, making Natsu think they would be embarking on a great adventure. They flew for another hour before landing in a vast valley. Natsu got off the great dragon and looked around. His face fell as he took in his surroundings, this couldn't be it. There was nothing here.

“Why are we here?” Natsu whined, frustrated that his hopes of adventure had been dashed.

“You seem disappointed, Natsu,” Igneel remarked containing his amusement as best he could.

“Well, it’s not that,” Natsu was quick to not hurt the dragon’s feelings, “It’s just… what are we doing here, Igneel?”

"Well, what can you hear?" Igneel asked almost nonchalantly, and that's when Natsu knew there was more to this place than met the eye.

He extended his new enhanced hearing as much as he could and listened to the sounds all around him until he could make out something. Natsu strained even more and was able to make out the sound of running water. Natsu looked at Igneel with a confused expression and ran towards the noise. He ran through a grove of trees, the sound of the water getting louder and louder until he finally saw a large waterfall. He was running so fast he almost ran over the edge.

Igneel came behind him slowly, the trees impeding his movement. He snorted, “I guess your hearing has improved after all.”

Natsu ran towards him and gave him a big hug, “I take it back, this place is great. Can we go swimming?” He waited for Igneel to give his approval before finding a spot where he could safely dive into the water. He jumped in and was soon splashing around and frolicking happily.

He was having a grand old time when he heard a rather undignified cry of "King Dragon Splash!" and with a start saw Igneel run off the side of the cliff and let himself fall into the water with a resounding splash. Natsu found himself flying in the air along with many fish and a large amount of the water supply that until a moment ago had been residing at the bottom of the waterfall. There was a loud thundering sound in the air that Natsu immediately recognized as Igneel's laughter.

Natsu felt himself begin to fall and he flailed his arms trying to control his descent, soon landing on top of a scaly belly.

Igneel was still laughing, "You should have seen your face?!" Natsu thought he could almost see tears coming out of those giant yellow eyes. He wanted to pout, but the fact was it had been hilarious, and his heart warmed at the sound of his father's laughter.

He lay on his back and made himself comfortable, letting the sun dry his body. After a few minutes, he grew bored of this and plopped on his belly, peering into the water to try to spot any marine life, although he knew Igneel had probably scared most of them away.

“Hey Igneel,” Natsu crawled up closer to his father’s face. Igneel shook his head a little, the warmth of the day making him drowsy.

“What is it?”

“What are you gonna teach me today?” Natsu asked curiously.

“Just this,” Igneel waved his arm at where they were.

Natsu thought about what the dragon could mean, looking around at the waterfall and the rest of the beautiful scenery that surrounded them. “I don’t understand.”

Igneel smiled lazily, “It’s all well and good to learn how to fight, use magic, and all the other things I try to teach you. But every once in a while, it’s also important to just relax and enjoy yourself, to spend time with the ones you love and remind yourself of what it is you’re fighting for.”

Natsu remained quiet as he thought about Igneel’s words, his nose scrunching up cutely, making Igneel smile.

“Ok, look at it this way. Why do you fight?”

"To win of course!" Natsu jumped up and down on Igneel's body, and after some more thought he added, "And because it's fun!"

“Well yes, that’s nice of course, but that’s not why you should fight. You fight because you want to protect someone or something. It could be as simple as seeing a place like this exist for others to enjoy or because a friend is threatened or even just because it's the right thing to do," Igneel explained slowly, knowing sometimes it took Natsu a little while to grasp more abstract concepts.

“I’d fight to protect you,” Natsu said seriously as he hugged as much of his father as he was able to surround with his small arms.

Igneel’s voice was gruff and full of affection, “I know you would, and as fierce as you are I don’t envy anyone who gets in your way!”

Natsu's chest puffed with pride at the rare compliment. He thought the lesson was over, but Igneel continued. "What I'm trying to say is, Natsu, you can't fight all the time, sometimes you have to stop and enjoy the world around you and just be for a little while.”

Natsu looked at Igneel seriously, “That sounds really boring.”

"Oh yeah?" Igneel's grin became mischievous again, and he managed to somehow flip and have Natsu land on his back. He quickly took off and flew as fast as he could with Natsu holding on for dear life, his initial screams of fear quickly morphing into squeals of glee as Igneel began to dance in the air, doing acrobatics that made Natsu's heart dance as well.

“I love you, Igneel,” Natsu yelled into the air.

“I love you too, Son.”

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[fyeahstingsu]

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[froppyfrosch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet Additional Tags: Gratsu Weekend 2019, Gratsu - Freeform, fairy tail - Freeform, ft, FTLGTB, Gray x Natsu - Freeform, Natsu x Gray, Assumption of sex, Young, Teens, Aged Up, Kisses, Biting, Day 4, Prompt Bite, Fluffy, AU Summary:

Waiting for the moment that Natsu was distracted by chewing, Gray leaned forward, and took a bite from Natsu’s turkey sandwich, nipping Natsu’s pointer finger in the process. “Hey!” Natsu yelled at his friend. “Why did ya do that?!” “Told you, I was hungry.” Gray replied between chews.

For @fuckyeahgratsu :D  I had so much fun participating in my first event! Thank you to @mdelpin for convincing me it’s worth a try <3

#gratsu weekend 2k19 #gratsu weekend 2019 #gratsu #gray x natsu #natsu x gray #ft #fairy tail #ftlgbtfics #ftlgtb #kisses #young #teens #aged up #au #assumption of future sexy time #prompt bite #day 4

[fairiesnova]

In the Dark

For @ft-wwtdp pride event prompt: quiet

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The only sound coming from the room was the muddled voices in the movie long forgotten. In the far corner of the house, Wendy is sure she can hear her mother cleaning their popcorn and soda explosion off the table. When she was done, she would climb the steps and peek into Wendy’s room to make sure they were sleeping. But sleep would not come easy to Wendy this night.

They lay on their sides facing each other. Chelia’s eyes, those pretty expressive eyes Wendy always got lost in, were wide open and staring back into Wendy’s own. Their breath was steady, chests rising and falling to match the other’s, but Wendy felt anything but calm.

They had talked about having a sleepover months ago, near the start of the year. Chelia had been excited making plans for all the things they could do and Wendy, even back then, was helpless for that smile. So, she agreed. And was excited too! But then something about their relationship started to change. Wendy started paying more attention to the way Chelia puts her cherry lip gloss on and the way her hair falls into her face when she brushes it. And she would get this sinking feeling in her gut whenever Natsu’s friend Gray brought his brother Lyon around and Chelia would start gushing to her about how cute he was.

Speaking with Natsu about her feelings did help. Her cousin was surprisingly good with words and said he understood what it was like to start falling for a friend. A part of Wendy wishes she could sneak into Natsu’s room and sleep in there rather than stew in this awkward tense silence in the room.

They were so close that whenever Wendy moves her feet, she brushes against Chelia’s leg. The first time it happened she let out an embarrassing squeal and went rod straight. It was the last noise either of them uttered in at least a half hour.

Wendy closes her eyes trying to will herself to sleep when Chelia finally speaks. “Hey Wendy?” she calls, her voice soft.

“Yes?”

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

Wendy’s eyes fly open. Chelia’s face was the same as its been the past half hour; those soft and welcoming eyes were still latched onto Wendy’s face.

“W-what?”

“Have you ever kissed anyone? Like a real kiss, on the lips?”

“N-no!” Wendy’s voice echoed throughout the room. They both wince and Chelia’s hands came up against to Wendy’s lips.

“Shhh, your mom’s scary Wendy. I don’t want her to come up here and see we didn’t listen to her.”

“Sorry,” Wendy whispered against Chelia’s hand. “But no, I never kissed anyone.” She hesitates, “why, have you?”

Chelia hums softly. Her hand moves off of Wendy’s mouth to rest against her cheek. “Yes, I have. But I didn’t really like it. It wasn’t the fireworks you always hear about in the movie. I was just wondering…do you think it would be different if you were kissing someone you really like?”

“Yeah,” Wendy said breathless “yeah I do think it would be different.”

The silence in the room returned, but unlike the heavy tense one from before, this one was lighter. Charged with something else, something exciting.

Chelia closes her eyes this time although her hand stays on Wendy’s face. “I think so too, good night Wendy.”

Wendy smiles bundling deeper into her blanket. “Goodnight Chelia.”

It isn’t until her mother comes in, cooing at them cuddled together in Wendy’s bed and turning the movie off, until there are no footsteps in the house and the room is plunged into pure silence that Chelia’s lips touch Wendy’s. Its in the dark stillness of the night that Wendy kisses her back. And sure enough, fireworks.

#ftlgbtpride2020 #ftlgbtales #chendy #chelia x wendy #wendy x chelia #femslash fairies #ftlgbtfics #wendy marvell #chelia blendy #my writing

[dustyphantom]

Drunken Truths

Hi! I'll be participating in FT LGBT pride this year! I probably won't do all of the prompts.

Happy Pride to all in these uncertain and unconventional time. Although the parades may be cancelled, our pride is not! 🏳️‍🌈

Prompt: Love

Pairing: Canajane

Tomorrow was the Fantasia parade, and as customs go, the members of Fairy Tail were expected to get drunk to high hell in celebration of the annual festival. However, almost every year, Mirajane had resigned herself to remaining sober, in case something got out of hand. She, Erza, Gajeel, and Freed formed the so-called Sober Patrol(or Fun Police, depending on who you asked).

Normally Mirajane had no trouble staying away from the alcohol, but this year, she did have some temptations.

 "Heyyyyy lovely," Cana slurred, "Can I take you out for a drink tonight?"

"It appears you've already had a few too many," Mirajane responded, "Besides, you know I can't have anything to drink. It's guild policy."

"Pshh, who cares about the rules when you can have FUN!" the card mage drunkenly yelled.

"Sorry, maybe another day."

Although Cana was normally one to keep her guildmates in line, the situation changed drastically once she had enough drinks(Thirty-one and a quarter beers, if Mirajane remembered correctly).

"Fun Police," Cana mumbled under her alcohol-ridden breath as she stalked away.

Mirajane gave a sad little giggle. Cana was going to be so sick tomorrow.

The night soon dissolved into drunken brawls, most people fainting within the first few blows. It only got more chaotic as somebody picked up Freed and attempted to throw him across the guildhall, drawing an appropriately terrified screech from the man. Just like every year, the Sober Police eventually had to step in and attempt to break up the fight, which just made it even worse. In everybody's drunken confusion, they had apparently forgotten some of the key rules of the guild:

1. Freed makes the rules. Disobey them, and you will pay.

2. Don't touch Levy unless you like eating iron.

3. Don't hit Erza if you like having your extremities attached to your torso

In the ensuing fit of runes, iron, swords, and many other means of magic, Mirajane couldn't make out a single individual person. From her place outside the fight, it was just a wriggling mass of explosions and alcohol.

Oh dear. I hope nobody gets too hurt, she thought.

But of course, there was not being safe in this mess.

A scream cutting through the noise caught Mira's attention. Immediately, she turned towards the source, somewhere within the frenzy.

That was Cana.

The she-devil could feel her blood boil, magic pulsing through her veins as the fourth key rule was broken:

4. Whatever you do, if you want to live to see tomorrow, don't make Mirajane angry.

A shriek erupted from her throat as the magic in her body exploded out, shrouding her in a field of dark energy. The whole guild hall shuddered, everyone's eyes immediately drawn to her. Piercing blue eyes stared into the crowd, scanning everyone who stood before her before a deep growl rumbled in her throat, "This better stop right now if you all want to live to see daylight."

Although they were all still drunk, the rest of the guild could come to their senses enough to utter a collective, "Yes Ma'am."

The she-devil sighed, waiting for everyone to pull away from each other into a semi-organized group before returning to her human form. She frowned, not a pretty white hair out of place as she turned to Erza.

"Right," the redhead cleared her throat, "This has gone on long enough. Those of you sober enough to walk, take your companions home."

Once again, a synchronous "Yes Ma'am."

Over the process of the next half hour, the guild hall slowly emptied out as the members headed home, accompanied by those who lived near them. Freed, Erza, and Gajeel left with their partners as the crowd thinned, leaving Mirajane to take care of any remaining stragglers.

Or, straggler, singular.

Once everybody else had gone home for the night, Cana was the only one left, sprawled across one of the tables and reeking of booze. Mirajane smiled faintly as she walked over to the young woman, who was babbling incoherently.

"Come on now. Let's get you home."

Mirajane shifted Cana off of the table, slinging one of the card mage's arms over her shoulder as they staggered back to the she-devil's apartment. They were only halfway there when Cana started to make sense.

"Yer beautiful, y'know that?" Cana mumbled, "Yer real beautiful."

Mirajane blushed, but ignored the card mage, lest she have to remind her the next morning.

Cana drunkenly hiccuped, "Never met anyone as lovely as you, man or woman."

"That's nice of you to say," Mirajane responded, still refusing to look at Cana.

But, apparently, the card mage wasn't having it. She stood up, shifting her weight to her own feet. She turned on Mira, backing the she-devil into a wall, one hand planted beside the shorter woman's head, the other running over Mirajane's pale cheek.

"Cana, what has gotten into you?" Mirajane asked, but made no attempt to get away from her.

"I mean it. I really mean it when I say you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," the card mage said, eyes glowing with passion. She leaned in closer, hand traveling to tilt Mirajane's chin up to face her.

"Cana-" The she-devil started, but was abruptly cut off as the card mage pulled her into a deep kiss. The bitter punch of alcohol was still very present on her tongue as it slid into Mirajane's mouth, but it was intoxicating. She wanted nothing more than to indulge Cana's every wish, but she knew it was wrong. The card mage wasn't in control of herself, she couldn't let her friend do something she'd regret.

Mirajane gently pushed her back, cheeks burning, "I think we should get back to my apartment."

As soon as she let go, Cana began to collapse. Mirajane picked her up again with a squeal, helping the taller woman semi-consciously stagger the rest of the way back to her apartment. Once they got back, the she-devil opted to let Cana sleep on the carpeted floor, as she wouldn't know the difference when she fell asleep in approximately two minutes. Still, she pulled a blanket over her, and tucked a pillow under her head.

Mirajane changed into pajamas before climbing into the bed next to Cana. She tried to sleep, but her mind was racing, replaying the events that had just happened over and over. The card mage had never particularly been a flirty drunk, so could she have possibly meant what she said?

No, she assured herself, Cana was too drunk to think straight. There was no way she really meant everything that she said, no matter how much she wanted it to be true. She'd had a crush on the card mage for the longest time, but never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she would get to kiss her, or that Cana would ever reciprocate the feelings. Sure, the dating pool in Magnolia for women who loved women was small, but surely Cana would have found someone more attractive than Mirajane. It just had to be pure coincidence that she was around when the card mage got drunk enough to get flirty.

Even still, that answer was not enough to satisfy her still-pounding heart and racing thoughts.

She wasn't sure when it was, probably hours later, when Mirajane's worrying and overthinking finally wore her out enough to fall asleep. 

********

Mirajane awoke the next morning with the sun barely up to the sound of someone retching in the bathroom. It took her a few seconds to regain her bearings and remember the events of last night, and when she did, her face flushed bright red. Oh goodness, Cana had kissed her! And she was in her house! What was she going to do?

Luckily, she realized she would have a bit more time to think about it as she heard the shower start up. She flopped back on her bed, pulling a pillow close to her chest. What was she going to do? Going to say, after the girl she liked had drunkenly confessed her love?

She rolled onto her side, hiding her face behind the pillowcase as her mind raced a mile a minute. She wasn't sure how long it was before she heard the bathroom door creak open.

"Hey. Sorry if I took a while," Cana said, that irritably adorable grin on her face.

"N-no, it's alright," Mirajane replied as she sat up, sure her cheeks were still flushed bright red.

The card mage frowned, "Are you alright? You look a bit off," She slowly approached Mirajane, reaching out to touch her forehead when Mirajane jumped back. Cana flinched before the realization hit her, "Oh gods, what did I say last night?" she asked, putting a hand over her face.

Mirajane swallowed, "Do remember anything?"

Cana shook her head, "Nah. Nothing," she gave a coy smile, "Maybe if you remind me, I'll remember?"

The she-devil swallowed before adjusting herself to sit with her legs folded underneath her, "Well, you were pretty drunk but..."

The card mage gave a hearty laugh, "Well, that's a given!"

Mirajane hid her face behind the pillow again momentarily, "Well, on the way back, you were saying… weird things," she took a deep breath, regathering her nerves, "You said you loved me, and then you… you kissed me."

Cana's eyes went wide, "Is that all?"

The she-devil nodded, "Yes. Nothing else notable happened."

The card mage breathed a sigh of relief, a blush spreading across her cheeks, "Well, at least I didn't do anything I regret."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Mirajane stammered, "You said you loved me!"

Cana shrugged, grinning, "As I said, nothing I regret, and nothing untrue."

"You mean..."

The card mage nodded, "I do love you. I was too scared to say anything because I thought you would reject me."

Mirajane smiled, "To be honest, I've been wanting to say the same thing to you."

It took Cana a second to react, "Wait, really? You mean it?"

She nodded shyly. The card mage burst out laughing, throwing her arms around Mirajane, who couldn't help but laugh a little as well.

"Gods, everything about this is a little..." Mirajane started

"Unconventional? Ridiculous?" Cana asked. The she-devil nodded, and the card mage gave another of her impossibly adorable grins, "Just the way I like it."

@ft-wwtdp

#fairy tail #canajane #ftlgbt #ftlgbtfics #ft pride #ftlgbtpride #ftlgbtpride2020 #ftevents #ftlgbtales #quarantine pride #lgbt 🏳️‍🌈 #happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

[ftlgbtales]

Erzajane and first kiss? and / or gratsu and memories :) i love all of these so far

edit by @gaymirajane​ (Thank you so much and thank you to Anon for the request, it turned out a bit longer than 500 words)

Pairing: Gray x NatsuPrompt: MemoriesAO3 | FF.Net

Summary: Gray’s dementia causes him to have trouble remembering even the important parts of his life, but at a pivotal moment, he is able to make the connection that means the most to him.

Gray glanced around the small room in confusion. It felt familiar, but at the same time, he couldn’t recognize it. He hated this feeling of forgetting, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it, it was just part of his dementia.

He looked up as he heard the door of the room open, nervous as to what it would mean but relaxing when a man came in with a tray with food.

“Good morning, Gray,” the man greeted him pleasantly, his air that of someone long used to this routine, but Gray could only struggle with the fact that he had no idea who this man was.

He had longish white hair that stood up in unruly spikes around his head, but the most notable thing about him was his eyes. As the man placed the tray carefully on his lap, Gray could see that they were a beautiful shade of green with brown specks in them. For a brief moment, those eyes peered at him with what Gray could only identify as hope only to quickly look away when his words were met with nothing but silence.

“My name is Natsu,” he said, smiling at Gray even as his shoulders slumped and his eyes dimmed with what could only be sadness. He sat down on the bed and filled the room with incessant chatter while Gray ate his food and peered at him with quiet desperation.

Gray inherently knew he was the cause of the man’s sadness. He could tell that this was not the first time they had met. That this routine was one in which they engaged daily, and he wished he could remember who this man was to him.

He quickly scanned Natsu’s face, wishing something would connect in his brain, no matter how small. Anything to make Natsu smile for real, because he instinctively knew that was something to behold.

Gray finished his meal, and Natsu got up, grabbing the tray and readying himself to leave, something Gray wasn’t ready for yet. He didn’t want to be left alone in his haze. He noticed as he glanced out the window that the sun was out.

“Can I go outside?”

Natsu seemed surprised by his question, but he perked up and replied, “Yeah, why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll go put these dishes in the sink. We can go to that place you like.”

Gray had no idea what that place was, but he was amazed by how seeing that small change in Natsu affected him. His heart fluttered to see the excitement mirrored in those eyes at his suggestion.

Time had no meaning for Gray, he seemed to weave in and out of his own life. Sometimes he would remember things from his past. He’d see a picture of himself in his room of when he was younger, standing with three other people, and the names Natsu, Erza, and Lucy would immediately come to mind, and Gray would smile as he remembered some of the trouble they would get into on jobs. At these times, he would focus on the man named Natsu, knowing he’d seen those eyes somewhere, but his brain just wouldn’t make the connection. Maybe he could ask the nice man who took care of him.

The man brought him food, bathed him and would take him out to the garden for walks and sometimes even read him books although he seemed to have a hard time focusing on the words and Gray would smile as he noticed that his legs were continually twitching as if protesting being made to sit still.

Sometimes others came to visit, but he couldn’t always remember them either, and soon no one came. It was just him and the man. One night he woke to find the man holding him in his sleep and he had screamed. It was the only time he thought he could remember seeing the man cry.

Then one day, he woke up in a strange place that was sort of like a hospital and was told he had to live there now. He had apparently decided he wanted to bathe himself in the middle of the night and had fallen and hurt himself. His kids, whom he only remembered as small children, had decided he was no longer capable of taking care of himself.

It was the most terrifying experience of his life until the green-eyed man showed up again. He told Gray that he had to live there now too, although Gray wasn’t sure if he ever told him why. He didn’t care, just having him again was enough to soothe his anxiety at being stuck in a place he remembered less than the one before.

Gray continued slipping in and out of his mind, but sometimes he would still have good days, and he would always spend those with Natsu, who would talk to him as if nothing had changed. He’d take him for walks in the facility’s gardens, bringing a book with him, which they read as they sat on a bench. Sometimes Natsu would tell him stories about his life, about his adventures as a fire mage in a guild called Fairy Tail, even trying to convince Gray that he’d been an ice mage in the same guild. That they had been half of the guild’s strongest team along with two women named Erza and Lucy and had defeated countless monsters, destroyed numerous cities, and even saved the world a few times.

Gray loved to listen to his voice, the excitement in the words piercing through his haze as nothing else could. At these times, he thought Natsu was the most beautiful creature in the world, with his shining eyes and beaming smile, and he wished that the stories were true. That he had always been a part of Natsu’s life, that maybe they’d fallen in love back when he could remember everything and had shared a life together. It was a beautiful fantasy, one that disappeared far too soon for him to grasp hold of.

Gray opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar place with cables attached to his body. The beeping of the machines was jarring, feeding into his growing panic. It was then he felt the hand holding his.

He looked over to see who it was and saw a man dozing in a chair by his bed. He looked familiar, but it wasn’t until he opened his eyes that Gray felt he knew him.

“It’s okay, love. It’s me, Natsu,” Gray felt his hand being squeezed, and he responded, although it was more a reflex than anything.

“Where am I?” he asked, not wanting to let on that he didn’t recognize him.

“You’re in the hospital, Gray. You’ve been here for a few months,“ Natsu explained, and Gray instinctively knew something was very wrong. There was a sorrow in those eyes that he couldn’t remember glimpsing before, and it terrified him. He wondered what had changed, but instead of asking, he fought it off, putting up a fuss that only resulted in Natsu being asked to leave as Gray battled his feeble mind for the answers he knew must be in there.

He was dying. Gray couldn’t remember why, the words the doctor had used too confusing to remain in his mind, but he decided it didn’t matter. Part of him was happy, there would be no more physical pain, no more struggling to remember words, names, events, or even who he was.

If he had one regret, it was that he didn’t know if the green-eyed man had anyone else. If, with his death, he was condemning him to loneliness. He hoped not. The green-eyed man had been the only one to make his dementia bearable.

Gray opened his eyes, confused to hear sobbing mixed in with the beeping he barely noticed anymore. Natsu was looking down at him, tears streaming out his eyes as he held on to both his hands tightly.

“What’s the matter, love?” Gray asked worriedly, wondering why his husband was crying.

“You’re leaving me,” Natsu wailed piteously, and Gray startled at his words. He made room on the hospital bed, urging Natsu next to him and pulling him into his body, as close as the cables that were connected to various parts of him would allow.

“Shh, I love you,” Gray cooed, running his fingers through the soft hair he had always loved, the pink had eventually given way to silver and then to white. He had loved them all, just as he had loved everything about Natsu.

He could feel himself growing weaker, but instead of seeing the bright light he had always heard about, his memories returned to him one last time. He was able to make the connection between the green-eyed man and the man that he had shared his life with through good times and bad. He was heartbroken to realize what he must have put Natsu through these last few years.

“You were so brave, and I am so sorry for leaving you alone,” Gray mumbled as he felt his own tears trickle down his cheeks, “I am so happy we met, and went on adventures and fell in love and raised a family together. I had a wonderful life, and it was all thanks to you.”

He turned slowly, searching out Natsu’s lips with his even through the sobs. Gray was sad that he had missed out on so many opportunities to do so. It was a wet kiss, their tears intermingling but neither backed away. They held it until neither of them could breathe.

“I love you, Natsu, and if such a thing is possible, I hope we meet again in our next life, I want to fall in love with you all over again,” Gray stared into the eyes that had held him together even when he was falling apart. He was fading fast, and there were so many things he wanted to say, but only one he wanted Natsu to remember, so he repeated it, “I love you, Flame Brain.”

Natsu managed a snort through his tears before replying, “I love you too, Ice Princess.”

“Smile for me?”

Natsu glared at him, and Gray had to laugh at the reaction, “Please?”

It wasn’t the bright one he remembered, but Natsu managed to smile for him, and Gray let his heart fill with love one last time before falling into darkness.

A/N: There are various people to blame for this piece: myself for coming up with the idea in the first place. DivineBurrito and Akiko_Natsuko for convincing me to go ahead and write it and Talos (the discord bot) for picking angst out of (angst, humor, fluff).I have never cried more writing a story than I did writing this one. I am sorry, but I hope you managed to enjoy some part of it because despite being sad I think that it is beautiful.

#fairy tail #gratsu #ftlgbtfics #angst #mdelpin #this is sad #but also beautiful #ftlgbtales500drabbles #Mod Maria

[splendidlyimperfect]

Hiii... uhm... you said to “ask away” with the soft sentence compilation thingy... and I was wondering if it’s okay to request the “Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now.” Or the “  if they do it again, you tell me. “ for something with Gray please? (But its perfectly okay if you don’t want too)

Hey! Of course, I’m always happy to accept requests ^-^ I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort with Gray so this is perfect - I hope gratsu is okay with you! 

sing me to sleep [gray x natsu]

Gray doesn’t remember a time before the nightmares.

He knows that they started after Deliora – after the fire and blood and screaming that tore him to pieces. Before that, he thinks, there must have been nights of peace. He recalls his mother singing to him, fingers combing through his hair while she whispered words in a language he barely remembers. But those nights of dreamless sleep are a thing of years past, taken from him along with everything else he loved. 

~

“Why won’t you spend the night?”

Natsu stands in front of Gray at the door to his house, arms crossed over his chest, frown drawing his eyebrows together.

“Stop pouting,” Gray grumbles, trying to nudge Natsu out of the way so he can leave.

“I’m not pouting,” Natsu says, refusing to move. “You’re brooding.”

“I’m not—” Gray sighs, rubbing his face. “Look, I just want to…”

“Want to what?” Natsu uncrosses his arms and reaches out, brushing his fingers across Gray’s arm. Gray tries his best not to flinch. “Why won’t you stay?”

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Gray keeps his eyes on the floor, because if he looks up at Natsu, he won’t be able to leave. Ever since they started this thing – whatever it is, Gray’s afraid to name it – he hasn’t been able to say ‘no’ to Natsu. Not that he could before, either, but at least then, he could pretend.

“Hey.” Natsu’s voice gets softer. “Gray.”

“Don’t.” Gray shakes his head.

“Don’t what?”

“Say my name like that.”

“Like what?”

Like you love me, Gray thinks.  

Natsu sighs, wrapping his fingers around Gray’s bicep and tugging him forward until their foreheads are pressed together. He runs his hand up the back of Gray’s arm and across his shoulder, then curls Gray’s hair around his fingers. “Please stay?”

Gray sighs. “Okay,” he says, tipping his head up and letting Natsu kiss him. Maybe tonight will be different. Maybe tonight, he won’t dream. 

~

Gray wakes up screaming in an explosion of ice.

“No!” He sits up, scrambling back and holding both arms out in front of him, expecting to find his hands soaked in blood. The warmth of it still clings to his fingertips, wet and sticky, but there’s nothing except snowflakes on his skin.

“Gray.” The voice is familiar. Safe.

“I…” Gray shudders, clenching his hands into fists and looking around. He’s surrounded by ice, sharp edges tearing in every direction, thick frost creeping up the walls in beautiful, deadly patterns. “Where…”

“Shh, it’s okay.” It’s Natsu’s voice, calming the terrified pounding of Gray’s heart. “It’s okay. You’re all right.” Gray squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling sharply when something warm touches the back of his hand. “You’re safe now.”

“No,” Gray whispers, shaking his head. “Never… it’s not…”

“C’mere.” Warm arms wrap around him, melting the ice, soothing the fear.

“I didn’t mean to.” He shivers and burrows closer to Natsu’s warmth, pressing his forehead into the crook of Natsu’s neck.

“I know.” A kiss on his temple.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Never.”

Gray listens to Natsu’s heartbeat, strong and steady, and lets Natsu pull him back down until they’re lying on the bed facing each other. “Is that why you didn’t want to stay?” Natsu asks gently.

Gray nods as Natsu tucks a knee between his legs and pulls him close. They’re both quiet for a while, just breathing against each other, and then Natsu starts to hum. At first Gray doesn’t recognize the melody, but when Natsu adds the words that he hasn’t heard in years, Gray starts to cry.

ae’d dh r’asti lriisha’oi’si lephi aet dh’eslesl’tas ta nyajat’jaus

Natsu’s fingers are in his hair, just like his mother’s, brushing away the dreams.

sleep, my lovei’m here with youyou’re safe in my armsalways

“How do you…”

“Levy taught me,” Natsu says, kissing Gray’s forehead. “She found a book from Isvan. I was gonna surprise you; I wasn’t sure if you remembered any.”

“Not much,” Gray admits. “But I know that song.” He wipes his face with the back of his hand. “My mom used to sing it to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Natsu says, voice uncertain. “I didn’t—is it okay that I—”

“Yeah.” Gray nods against Natsu’s chest. Here in the dark, when Natsu’s not looking into his eyes, it’s easier to be vulnerable. To trust. To ask for the things he needs. “Can you—please?”

“Of course,” Natsu murmurs, and quietly starts to sing again.

This time, when Gray falls asleep, he doesn��t dream.

#fairy tail #ftlgbtales #ftlgbtfics #gratsu #gray x natsu #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #request #prompt #fanfic #my fic

[xnovamore]

Through Sickness and Rest

Written for the Erzajane Love Fest hosted by @fuckyeaherzaxmirajane. This doesn’t fit any of the prompts but I’ve been sick the past couple of weeks and wanted to write it

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The guild ran quiet at the sight of Erza Scarlet throwing open the doors. No one dared to say a word as the puffy cheeks, red faced girl stormed silenced any protests with a lethal glare. Satisfied that no one was going to speak out, she began scanning the guild hall looking for one wizard in particular. As expected, she found her girlfriend at her usual place behind the bar.

With a huff Erza marched over and took a seat on one of the barstools ignoring the worried look from Lucy and the amused one from Cana. Also as expected, Mirajane didn’t bother looking up from.

“Go back to bed Erza.” Her voice firm as she continued wiping the counters

Erza sniffed once before replying in a haughty tone, “No.”

Mirajane looked up then. She took in the redness of her girlfriend’s cheeks and the small pants as if the walk over from their apartment to the guildhall zapped some of her stamina away. She also registered the defiant posture and the way Erza glared at her as if daring her to tell her to leave. Mira sighed. Usually her lover’s stubbornness was apart of her appeal and one of the reasons Mira fell hard for her, but when she was sick, it became a test for Mirajane’s patience. And she didn’t exactly have the patience of a saint to begin with.

“Erza. Go. Back. To. Bed.”

Erza folded her arms sniffling again. “Come with me.”

“I can’t I need to work.”

“Then I’m not leaving.”

The guildmates surrounding the couple slowly started taking steps back away from the oncoming showdown. Even Gajeel and Laxus recognized the oncoming danger and grabbed their respective mates pulling them to the back of the guild. It was like this whenever Erza and Mira brought their lovers quarrel to the guild. The last time they got into a major disagreement the guild had to be shut down for days and it took weeks to fully rebuild and clean all the mess. And as fun as watching two S-class wizards go at was, no one wanted to be caught in their crossfires. (Besides Natsu that is).

Mira put her washing rag down and made what Elfman and Lisanna called her ‘mom face’. She pointed at herself for exaggeration. “Do you see this face Erza? It’s a face of unamusement. Your going to march you’re going to march your cute little ass back up the hill and to our apartment and you’re going to rest. I’m not coming with you because I don’t want you to get me sick again!”

“I’m not going to get you sick!” Erza cut off with a series of wet coughs leaving her feeling dizzy. Its like the cold she’s been suffering from the past couple of days reignited with a vengeance sapping away her energy and ruining her plan of dragging Mira back to their room so she could sleep again.

Suddenly all the annoyance at her girlfriend’s antics vanished as Mirajane watched Erza sway in her seat. Although she can be annoyingly overdramatic and clingy when she was sick, Mira was sure it came from a place of feeling weak and vulnerable whenever she was under the weather.

Tell Erza to take out an army with a broken foot and she could do it no problem. Tell her to spend a few hours alone when she had a cold and she panics.

It was strange but this was Erza, Mirajane’s Erza, and she loved every part of her. Within minutes she had taken her smock off and wrapped an arm around her lover’s waist yelling to Lisanna and Kinana to cover her shift.

They made the trek up to their apartment in silence as Mira grew more worried the more Erza leaned into her blinking heavy and fighting to keep her eyes open. They finally made it inside and Mira carried over Erza over to the bed dropping her softly. She pulled the covers aside helping her drowsy lover in then wrapped them around her. Mira rose to go put on their tea kettle when a strong grip on her wrist stopped her. She glanced down to see Erza giving her a half-hearted glare as she tugged Mira onto the bed with her.

“Stay.”

Not giving Mira a chance to answer she wrapped herself around her like an octopus laying her head onto her chest.

With a sigh and a secret small smile, Mirajane placed a kiss onto her love’s warm forehead. “If you get me sick again, you’re being my maid for an entire month Erza.”

And despite knowing she was going to wake up in a few days with the same sickness symptoms as Erza, she didn’t move from that bed.

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The Iron Prince Chapter I: The Wasted Isles

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Categories: M/M, F/F, Multi

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Laxus Dreyar/Gajeel Redfox, Erza Scarlet/Mirajane Strauss, Cana Alberona/Juvia Lockser, Lucy Heartfilia/Juvia Lockser, Cana Alberona/Lucy Heartfilia/Juvia Lockser (To Be Updated)

Characters: Laxus Dreyar, Gajeel Redfox, Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Cana Alberona, Juvia Lockser, Lucy Heartfilia, Natsu Dragneel, Makarov Dreyar, Metalicana (Fairy Tail), Igneel (Fairy Tail), Grandine (Fairy Tail), Skiadrum (Fairy Tail), Weisslogia (Fairy Tail), [...] (To Be Updated)

Summary: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: Laxus is a dragon slayer and a prince. He runs into Gajeel, another dragon slayer prince, while exploring the forest. They learn more about each other as they get closer, and find that they're more similar than they thought. (Lots of focus on other characters and relationships as well)

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