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6. TURNING POINT

Acnologia x F!Reader smut series

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Fear, chase kink, Acnologia grabs reader by the hair, smut, creampie

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Hiro Mashima

Synopsis: Acnologia decided to break the deal you had with him. It leads into a series of events that forces you once again to escape from him, but what happens if he finds you- again?

Word count: 5.3k

Since Acnologia had become aware of your deceitful actions, he abandoned the mercy he had agreed on and returned to his old plans— eradicating whatever got in his way. Your last resort was to urge Fairy Tail to flee, but they refused to listen to you.

***

Standing on a cliff, you observed the chaos unfolding in Magnolia— people running around, screaming in panic as Acnologia’s huge dragon shaped shadow veiled the city in despair as he was about to cast down Eternal Flare.

You had no other chance, but to try to form a defensive spell and hope it’ll protect as many as possible. As magic power started coursing through your veins, you lifted your trembling hands towards the city. Tears fell down your cheeks as you gazed up at Acnologia’s gargantuan form soaring in the sky.

While looking at him about to wipe out an entire country, something inside you shifted. It stirred up your mind, reminding you of the hell he put you through during the years as his captive. The fear and exhaustion, the countless tears and actions you had to take in order to keep yourself alive.

The bitter memories of him forcing your kind heart to twist in the most inhumane ways made your mind and body darken. As if something was wanting you to unleash the dormant ethernano, an unimaginable rage started bubbling in your gut. It consumed your body and mixed in with your magic power, birthing an aching that continued to build up. Unable to stop the volatile feeling, you screamed from the top of your lungs and released a strong spell above Magnolia—

Your consciousness teetered on the edge and for undefined time you couldn’t hear anything.

Your vision was blurry as you stared at your hands. When the droplets of your own tears fell on your palms, you came to. A shimmering dark mist glowed in your hands, surrounding your confused form and as you looked ahead, you noticed an enormous, nearly invisible barrier covering the land. You succeeded in releasing your Second Origin.

A strong ringing in your ears made your knees buckle, but you continued stubbornly to force the spell as far in Magnolia and Fiore as you could. The falling stars kept hitting the barrier, causing a deafening sound reverberating in the valley, but it did not break. It encouraged you to keep going.

After draining the strength from every cell on your body, you collapsed on the ground. Your surroundings started to fade away as your mind was sinking into darkness, his massive shadow above you being the last sight you witnessed.

***

Your mind was dark.

But as various magic powers began lingering into your consciousness, you started recognizing chattering that stirred you awake. Your head was pounding and body aching in pain, and as you slowly opened your eyes, you came in contact with a pair of brown, worried eyes staring down at you.

“She’s awake!”

People gathered around by what you assumed was a bed you were lying in. You couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening, but apparently they were discussing your condition. The fuss around you calmed down, when a dark haired man you recognized as Mest, walked up to you.

“I managed to teleport you here before Acnologia could get to you. You’re safe,” he explained calmly. That’s when you realized you were surrounded by Fairy Tail.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t believe you!” Wendy sobbed.

“Can we get you anything?”

“That kind of magic could’ve killed you!”

“Are you hurt?”

You couldn’t recognize their questions as you just became aware of the seriousness of the situation— you had proved your capability to stand between Acnologia and Dragon Slayers, which probably meant you had defied him for the last time.

Because it was safe to assume that he’d come after you, you realized that everyone around you was in grave danger. Having no time to waste, you gathered whatever remaining strength you had and through gritted teeth, tried to get up.

Wendy resisted immediately, “You need to stay in bed!” She urged.

“She’s right, you shouldn’t walk!” Lucy agreed while carefully trying to stop you. But refusing to listen, you got up on your weak feet and staggered past them, only to walk straight into Erza’s arms.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” She glared down at you, agitated by your recklessness.

“You don’t understand—” you mumbled, “He’s gonna come after me for what I did,” your eerie warning caught her attention.

“You need to let me go.. Otherwise he’ll kill us all.”

She parted her lips, but couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Suddenly a sharp pain dashed through your body, forcing your legs to cave. Erza managed to catch you and she helped you sit back on the bed.

“Are you okay?” She asked calmly.

“Let me go..” You mumbled persistently.

“Why don’t you just get through your skull that you can't go anywhere in that condition.“

“Don’t be so rude, Gajeel.”

Lucy placed her hand softly on your shoulder, “We can help you, he won’t find you here,” she tried to convince, but you turned your tired gaze on them.

“You’re not listening,” you panted, when suddenly a tall, muscular man walked through the crowd with his arms crossed and with a harsh look on his face. He had blond, short hair and a scar shaped like a lightning bolt. Obviously, he was someone with a high status since everyone else went quiet and observed him. You’ve never seen him before, but you could tell he was a Dragon Slayer based on the magic power radiating from him.

“You’re the only one who’s been closely interacting with this monster,” he started with a rude tone, “To me, you seem way too suspicious to let you walk.”

You stared up at him rather blankly, unaffected by his strict approach. He then showed you a frown, lifting his chin up in an arrogant manner.

“I heard what you did with him. It’s despicable. The Magic Council decides what’ll happen to you. Personally I think you should rot in prison for the rest of your life,” he retorted.

“Laxus!”

“Laxus, she just saved us!”

’Laxus, huh?’

His opinion evoked conflicting emotions among the bunch and unfortunately his attitude managed to provoke you too. Your mind was now fully awake as you firmly locked gazes with him.

“I’ve lived with Acnologia for a very long time. His name alone is enough to make anyone flinch in fear, including all of you. So don’t think you can scare me off with Magic Council,” you snapped back, “I’ll admit that my relationship with him is complicated. At first, I did everything he forced me to do in order to stay alive, including restoring his arm after the fight with the Fire Dragon King.”

Your confession evoked some shocked reactions, especially in Natsu. But as your emotions were running hotter with every second Laxus stared down at you dismissively, you ignored them and got up on your feeble legs with a defiant look on your face.

“I can tell that you’re a Dragon Slayer. His main goal is to kill you all. I’ve negotiated, I’ve bargained, trying to keep him from executing such a horrible plan. But I failed and it led us to this point where I defied him by casting that spell above Fiore— you’re all alive because of me!” You screamed at his arrogant face, uncaring about anything else but the misunderstanding of your deeds—

“And that’s probably gonna cost me my life! So don’t you stand there with that smug look on your face and judge me for what I’ve done! None of you would’ve lasted a day with him,” you growled.

Laxus seemed unbothered, but he wouldn’t argue with you. The sudden adrenaline rush wore you out quite quickly, but as you were about to fall back on the bed, Natsu stormed through the crowd and grabbed you by the collar.

“Natsu!” Erza and Lucy shouted, about to prevent him, but you lifted your hand up in a sign to stop them as you noticed his teary eyes.

“Igneel died for nothing— because you helped him get his arm back,” he said, sadness seeping through the angry and disappointed tone, which made you close your parted lips and show him a sympathetic look.

“Natsu..” Lucy placed her hand on his shoulder, and a moment later he complied. A brief silence filled the room.

“What are we gonna do?” Gray asked with a serious look on his face.

“We can’t trust her,” Gajeel said simply, which made Wendy look up at him.

“But we have to help her—!” She insisted.

“We’ll negotiate about this someplace else,” Laxus interrupted strictly and turned to Mest, “Watch her. And don’t let her out of your sight,” he said grimly to Mest, who clearly wished he wouldn’t have to obey his command.

The room cleared out, leaving you and Mest by yourselves. He sighed heavily and sat down on a chair by the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees and dragging his hands down his face. You twitched your lips, understanding his frustration. An awkward silence filled the space before you ventured to try to open up a discussion.

“So— where are we?” You asked.

Mest rested his forearms on his knees and interlaced his fingers, “I don’t think you’re allowed to know the exact location, but we are in one of the guild’s hideouts in Crocus,” he mumbled.

“I see,” you replied and another momentary silence fell between you.

You then sighed, not wanting to prolong the inevitable, “Look, you don’t have to trust me, but we are all in danger. I know my background with Acnologia is shady, but by protecting Dragon Slayers, I made myself an obstacle to him, which leads me to believe he’s gonna come after me before coming for your friends,” you emphasize, but Mest kept staring into an empty space, probably having prepared for your persuasion.

“Your chances to survive are multiple times better without me,” you added, which a moment later made him shift his look at you.

“You think so?” He asked.

You nodded. His mood changed from rather indifferent to pensive, which made you tilt your head as you tried to make eye contact with him.

“So— think you could teleport me out of here?” You asked.

He thought for a moment and nodded, “Where to?”

“Bosco,” you responded without further explanations as you already had a plan on what to do.

“Will you be able to move around in that condition?”

“I will be.”

“Let’s go then,” he said, helping you stand up and putting his arm around you.

Teleporting both of you hundreds of miles away took some time as he wasn’t able to move such long distances at once. With each teleportation, he needed a moment to rest and at some point, something to eat.

It was already evening when you arrived in the lively pub district of the busiest city in Bosco. People were passing by, crowding up in cosy restaurants and pubs that had beautiful lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Mest was standing crouched and panting heavily from the overuse of his magic.

You stood by him, arms around yourself and with a worried look on your face, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said and straightened his posture, “What about you?”

“I’m okay, thank you so much. I know you might get in trouble for this.”

“Ah, it’s— no problem,” he replied awkwardly, which made you tilt your head as it seemed he hesitated to say something.

He sighed and put his hands in his pockets, “Look— I’m sorry all of this is happening to you. From what you told, it sounded like you’ve gone through a lot. So if our paths never cross again, I wish you all the luck in the world,” he said genuinely.

You smiled at him sadly, “Thank you, Mest. For everything. You really are a good guy.”

He showed you a crooked smile and nodded before teleporting himself back. Your shoulders slumped, relieved to have managed to distance yourself from Fairy Tail and keep them safe. Turning around, you began searching for a grocery store and a motel. In the morning, you would head to your first home to get your savings. You needed to start a new life somewhere, which required more money.

Finding a place to stay a few blocks away, you checked in and after a hot shower and a small meal, you fell asleep between the clean sheets of your temporary residence.

The dark sky was blazing with red, violent fire. Destruction was covering the earth as far as the eye could see. No screaming or crying were heard since people had perished under the devastating powers of the Black Dragon.

Acnologia’s rough hands were roaming on your naked body, causing an excruciating pain to run through you. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but he kept fucking you with that tormenting smirk on his face.

“You should’ve fought better for them,” he whispered in your ear.

Your eyes shot open wide and you rose up, gasping for air. Cold sweat covered your forehead and your heart thumped against your ribcage, but as you turned around to look out the window, you remembered being safe in a motel room. Closing your eyes, you fell back on the bed and buried your face in your hands, relieved that it was just a nightmare. It was barely dawn, but since you couldn’t get Acnologia out of your head anymore, you got up and dressed yourself. There was a long trip ahead of you so it was better to leave as soon as possible.

—

It took you almost 2 days before coming across the evergreen forest where you used to live. The grass was moist and vividly green, releasing its soft and fresh scent in the air. The path had overgrown a long time ago, yet every rock and tree was where you remembered them to be.

Soon you arrived at a small cottage, which was now just an old shack covered in moss— like any other home that hasn’t been taken care of in years. Slowly opening the creaking door, you entered into the dusky space and glanced around.

All the surfaces were covered in dust, but everything was where you remembered them to be. As you noticed the unwashed dishes on the sink and a few garments on the floor by the bed, your lips twitched. Clearly you hadn’t had any idea that you wouldn’t return home on that fateful day.

Walking by the desk, you came across some pens and a notebook. Wiping the cover to see the title ‘customers’ you picked it up and sat on your bed. While studying the pages, you remembered how you used to write down every name of your patient.

Suddenly a droplet smudged your handwriting and you realized tears were streaming down your face for life was much simpler back then. The overwhelming yearn washed over you like a wave you couldn’t run away from. Pressing the notebook against your chest, you let yourself wallow in those memories.

After dealing with the sudden outburst of emotions, you pulled yourself back together and started studying some city- and country mapbooks from a dusty shelf. Spotting a small town by the mountains, near the border of Bosco and Fiore, you pursed your lips to the side, presuming that it seemed like a safe place to settle in.

When you had decided your next destination, you emptied your stash and headed outside. Closing the door of your old life, you realized that it was probably the last time you ever got to do so. With a troubled look on your face, you took one last glance at your past before beginning a journey towards the fragile future.

***

4 months have passed in the town by the mountains.

You had rented yourself a small place and after your magic power recovered, you started healing people for living. The first months were tough as you had to settle in an entirely new and cold environment. Fortunately your resilience was rewarded and your life turned out quite decent.

Your days though were more often than not haunted by the fear of Acnologia. He was able to sense your magic power so truthfully it seemed like only a matter of time before he’d get his hands on you. Every day you tried to brush off that creepy thought and continue living your life.

This day started like any other. A few customers in the morning and at noon you decided to visit the center for some lunch. Feeling rather content, you strolled through the city and pondered what you would like to eat. The weather was grey, but still nice and serene.

Suddenly though a strange shift in the atmosphere stopped you and your heart started beating erratically. As if the air became heavier and difficult to breathe. Standing still for a moment, you cautiously glanced around at people who seemed oblivious to it. Then looking up at the cloudy sky, you noticed that birds weren’t singing, but flying in flocks towards the mountains. Something was off.

Then your eyes widened in horror as you realized that your senses were clearly warning you of an approaching threat. Acnologia had found you. Turning around on pure instinct, you started running as fast as you could towards the pass in the mountains, not only hoping to escape, but also lead him away from the town and its people.

It was a long and difficult route. The further and higher the ground you ran, the more difficult the air became to breathe. The weather was much more merciless with the snow falling. The pass was difficult to wade through and as you stopped to catch your breath with the taste of blood in your mouth, you glanced over your shoulder.

Through the howling of the wind, you could hear the blasts that no doubt came from huge wings. Your brows furrowed in despair before continuing your hopeless escape.

The sound grew louder and though you were determined to keep going, at some point the air made your head dizzy. Your legs were trembling and you were exhausted as an ominous shadow covered your helpless form. Barely able to glance up, the blasts from his wings shoved you down on the snow as Acnologia landed above you.

“Who would’ve thought I’d find you here,” you heard his deep voice speak.

“No..” You panted before your mind sank into darkness.

***

Slowly cracking open your heavy eyes, you blinked at the blurry sight. A subtle scent of salt lingered in the air as well as a silent sound that resembled waves splashing against rocks.

A sudden flashback of Acnologia’s dragon form above you forced you wide awake. As you rose up, you noticed the familiar surroundings—

As bizarre as it was, he had brought you back home to Sin. The sun was apparently setting as orange rays pierced through the windows that haven’t been dusted in months.

Bringing the soft covers nervously over your chest, you glanced around, but didn’t see Acnologia anywhere. After pondering for a while, you came to a conclusion that it was unlikely that he’d bring you all the way here just to kill you.

Your shoulders slumped and you sighed, hanging your head. Such a remark wasn’t by any means comforting and you felt too wilted to worry about it anyway. With troublesome motions, you forced yourself up and wobbled towards the bathroom.

After a long hot shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and patted the excess water from your hair with another one. As you casually stepped out of the steamy room, your heart jumped up your throat as Acnologia sat on a chair by the table with that lazy grin on his face. Instinctively, you clutched the towel, which obviously didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“That’s gonna come off tonight anyway, so you might as well take it off now,” he said while getting up to advance you.

Your cheeks heated up as you backed away, until he had you trapped between him and the bathroom door. Cautiously, you looked up at him, never forgetting how even his burly human form frightened you.

“I’ve searched for you for some time,” he said seemingly neutrally, but you could tell he was ticked off.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Y-yeah?”

“That was quite a stunt you pulled off in Magnolia,” he added. Your grip on the towel tightened. You couldn’t come up with anything to say so you just nodded.

“Someone took you away—“ he said, your form tensing up at the remark you wished he hadn’t mentioned, “Did one of your friends help you after all?” he asked rather sarcastically.

You caught the threatening irritation in his tone, “T-they have nothing to do with this… They were just concerned for my safety—” you stuttered.

“Is that why you ran away?”

You stared up at him, unable to blink, “I.. I was afraid of what you might do to me..”

He glared down at your cowering form and you could feel the discontent radiating from him. But then he sneered and showed you an amused grin that confused you.

“You sure give yourself a lot of credit,” he pointed out while crossing his arms, “You really thought such a little trick would be enough for me to hurt you?”

Your mouth fell open as you were speechless by his dismissive attitude. Having been able to perform such a spell was an accomplishment you could’ve never even dreamed of and he was mocking it. Strangely enough the fear faded away and made you feel the need to argue with him.

“I-it wasn’t a little trick—!”

“Sure it was,” he said simply with that same condescending look on his face.

Your brows furrowed a little bit as your look turned into a glare, “Yeah? Well— it was still enough to stop you..!” You retorted and walked past him to the drawer to rummage for some clothing.

“Not really, I just chose not to eat up your magic since you tried your best,” he said casually and turned around to observe you.

You gritted your teeth in frustration. It must be true since he’s capable of eating all kinds of magic. But suddenly you figured another, much more riskier way to approach him.

“So why are you here then?“

Acnologia tilted his head a little and narrowed his eyes, having not expected the question. As you turned around and folded your arms over your chest, he noticed your attitude. It seemed you were insinuating that there was a deeper meaning behind him capturing you instead of annihilating his enemies—

He didn’t appreciate it. Acnologia is a cold, ruthless man who cares about nothing except his own objectives. Implying that you would have any kind of grasp on him made his lips form a provoked grin.

“Something you wanna say?” He asked while advancing you.

“You could’ve just carried out your plans. Why did you come after me?” You asked rather bravely as he stopped before you.

“Merely taking back what’s mine,” he said with a warning voice that was usually enough to subdue you.

But you were tired of being afraid. So keeping your gaze on him, you brought your hands into your cleavage and unwrapped the towel, letting it drop on the floor.

He lifted his chin, measuring your provocative behaviour. He hated to admit it, but it did manage to evoke a rush of arousal for not having seen you naked in months. Such an effect was quite easy for you to catch.

A playful smile appeared on your lips, “You sure about that?”

You predicted the swift motion of his hand that now grasped a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

“Careful,“ he warned, boring his eyes into yours.

But you weren’t intimidated. Instead you placed your hands on his toned chest, slowly sliding the other to the bulge in his pants. Your smile widened. He may not want to admit it— but you had been a priority to him. He had basically spared a continent because of you.

You began rubbing his clothed erection, your lips dangerously close to his as your hot breath mingled with his. He observed your demeanor. Something about your bold actions made him calmer and more intrigued as he’s never seen this side of you before.

Slowly he removed his hand from your hair to the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your soft skin, “You’ve gained confidence,“ he pointed out.

“You've forced me to,” you replied, your touch deliberately slow and barely causing friction, but it still made his cock harder.

He looked down at you with dark lust, knowing you’re purposely teasing him, “I’ll fucking ruin you.“

“Go ahead.“

He crashed his lips on yours in a fiery kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His strong hands grabbed you by the thighs and lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. Carrying you to the bed, he laid you down underneath him before removing his cape and pulling down his pants. Your tongues rubbed together messily as he positioned himself between your legs, grinding his hardened member against your bare pussy.

“Mmmh..” You moaned in his mouth as his length glided between your puffy folds, subtly brushing against your clit.

Moving to kiss your neck, he nibbled the sensitive skin down to your collarbone. His big, rough hands roamed on your body, feeling every curve up. You gently scratched his broad shoulders, enjoying the way he groped you.

Kissing the space between your breasts he squeezed the soft, tender flesh before taking one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. Spending a moment to suck and swirl his tongue around the sensitive nub, your brows furrowed as he gave the other the same treatment.

Such an adoring attention to your body was quite unusual from him. It made you close your eyes and enjoy it as the heat between your legs kept growing. He continued planting kisses down your smooth belly and on your mound, until he did something he’s never done before.

You gasped in surprise as his tongue dragged against your clit. Instinctively you rose up enough to see him eating you out, your cheeks heating up immediately, but the sinful pleasure already blurred your senses and made you lay back down, panting and moaning in bliss.

“Oh.. Oh my God—”

Jolts of pure pleasure made you squirm as his soft tongue swirled around your most sensitive spot, your features contorting as you felt him lick a long stripe between your soaked folds before flicking your clit again.

Your toes curled as you threw your head back and shut your eyes, tormented moans falling down your lips. Pleasure started building inside you as he purposely used more pressure on the spots that made you writhe in overstimulation.

“P-please— Mmh!”

Listening to your lovely voice, he thrusted a finger inside your sloppy heat and moved it in and out, aiming for that sweet spot. You cried out, your walls beginning to clamp as your orgasm was already nearing, making your thighs tremble.

“Ah! Mmh! I’m— I’m cuming!” You cried out as you reached your bliss, an overwhelming pleasure shuddering your body as your wet walls pulsed steadily around his finger.

Gasping for air, you relaxed yourself as Acnologia pulled his finger out of you and got on his knees between your legs, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“That was fast,” he pointed out smugly.

As you slowly opened your eyes and showed him a warm smile, his expression changed. The look in his eyes was something you’ve never witnessed before. It was vague, yet something substantial happened behind his eyes.

You tilted your head with that same smile on your lips, “What?”

His lips formed a small grin as if snapping out from whatever he was feeling. He leaned down to kiss you and you wrapped your arms around his neck without hesitation. His cock momentarily prodded at your dripping entrance and as he guided the blunt head against your little hole, he started pushing past your tight walls.

You whimpered into his mouth as your pussy stretched around his girth, the subtle resistance an indication of the effort needed when allowing him inside you. Fortunately he was mindful, slowly entering deeper with each shallow thrust.

“Mmh..”

Breaking the kiss, he placed his other arm above your head and interlaced his fingers with your other hand. You looked up at him with hazy eyes, hearing the deep grunt of pleasure in his throat.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby—”

Pressing his hips against you harder, your lips fell open and a sultry moan slipped out. He started a steady pace, thrusting into you faster and watching as your face distorted in pleasure and breasts bounced back and forth.

You were soaking wet, your juices squelching and dripping down the curve of your ass with each hard slam into your pussy. He panted, noting how difficult it was to keep himself from pounding into you as the pleasure and the sweet friction was absolutely intoxicating.

Letting go of your hand, he fucked you faster and harder enough that the bed was rattling from the sheer force of his thrusts. You threw your head back and lifted your legs up on his sides, scratching his muscular back and leaving little trails on the surface of his skin.

“Mmmh! Ah—” You moaned, voice getting louder as he rammed his cock in you, abusing your sweet spot with each thrust.

He leaned down to nibble your neck and bite your earlobe, “Such a tight fucking pussy..”

Your cheeks prickled with heat, knowing he was wearing that smug smirk while groaning those obscene words into your ear.

Lifting himself up a little, he leaned his weight on his forearms and started pounding into you mercilessly. Your brows furrowed and you shut your eyes, another orgasm about to make you scream.

Feeling your pussy tightening around his cock, Acnologia smirked down at you, sweat making some strands stick into his forehead, “Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re fucking close.”

With tears in the corners of your eyes as you screamed, your walls pulsing around his cock, milking him towards his own high.

“Fuck—“

With your pussy clenching around him tightly, he kept slamming into you ruthlessly, turning your moans into muffled screams until he finally felt his balls tightening.

“I’m cuming—”

Gritting his teeth, he thrusted deep inside you and released his hot load. Your walls fluttered as white ropes of cum hit the back of your spent pussy. He shivered in pleasure and grunted, taking his time to empty his balls in you.

You tried to catch your breath, sweat glimmering on your forehead and chest as you laid beneath him utterly exhausted. When he focused his attention on you while catching his breath as well, you looked up at him with hooded eyes.

He then leaned down to press his forehead on yours, “Don’t ever leave like that again,” he murmured.

“Mmmh..“ You mumbled and put your hands on the sides of his neck.

This form of affection was rather rare from him, but the words were even more unusual. You didn’t know what it was that made him say that, but somewhere deep inside your most inner self you secretly wished for something very forbidden.

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