Jerza Headcanons: Tower of Zeref Era (and some beyond)
To get myself back into the mood of writing to continue the next upcoming arc of my Jellal-centric series, here is a small collection of Jerza headcanons mainly based on their time at the Tower of Zeref and how it shaped their bond.
📌 Note: The reason I call the Tower of Heaven the Tower of Zeref when they are children is because
1. I have a headcanon surrounding this, and
2. It makes it easier for me to refer to the individual arcs.
The headcanons written below are drawn from my writing timeline (mainly AU). While not fully canon-compliant, they stay close where possible — especially in the emotional and narrative gaps the series left open.
So without further ado,
Here is some headcanons born from writer’s block and Jerza brain rot 🤍
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❤️ Soft/Wholesome HCs: ❤️
🍰 “Bittersweet Beginnings”
Jellal doesn’t have a sweet tooth.
Whether due to his upbringing as a slave or simply due to lack of exposure, his palate just never developed a taste for desserts.
When Erza learns this, she makes it her mission to introduce him to the world of sweets!
She wants to start with strawberry (her favourite of course), but ends up giving him something simple like a blueberry tart or a vanilla cream puff to start with—so he isn’t overwhelmed when he eventually has that oh so yummy strawberry goodness!
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💍 “When we leave the tower, do you want to get married?”
We all know that Erza has the strong desire to get married and be a bride, but let’s wonder for a bit where it could have come from?
In this HC, as children, Jellal was the one to naively ask Erza the question, not understanding the full implications at all.
He was raised in a system—traditional and all, that taught early marriage as a way to keep the people you love. When he asked her the question, he asked with the hope that to keep their bond/their friendship close and forever, and Erza has cherished those words ever since.
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🐈 “Kitty Cat”
Jellal and Erza made the plan to adopt a cat as children, one of the dreams to look forward to when they would leave the tower. One because Jellal had been very close to cats whilst growing up, two because Erza hadn’t really ever known cats well and Milliana’s interest in them got her curious too.
However, when trying to think of names of their imagined eventual cat, Jellal (god bless him), kept thinking of the most basic names. Trying to name the cat after it’s appearance. “Stripe.” “Darkie.” “Spots.”
It became clear to Erza that naming things by their appearance is a pattern to him (Autistic coded Jellal much-) and his silliness made her laugh.
She found out that he already did the same for his previous cat friends from his home country. (Hazel, Domino, Cocoa…)
For everyone’s sake and their future cat, Erza proposed that she would name the cat, since Jellal already gave her a name.
As we all know, something kids love doing is playing house.
Their friend group was not the exception.
The roles were assigned between them; Sho and Wally the brothers, Milliana the little sister, Simon the older brother.
With that logic Jellal and Erza should have also fallen into the protective older siblings bracket but…
…With how Jellal was pretty much the breadwinner of the group (taking extra duties of the tower/the jobs of the younger ones because he was more capable) and then Erza was the one who they all looked up to for comfort whilst also having a not so subtle dynamic with Jellal…Someone (Milliana) made the comment about how Jellal and Erza were like the mommy and daddy of the group and it stuck since.
Btw Simon hated this.
Jellal and Erza would get flustered and deny it, but the label stuck and made the others happy so they don't fight it as much after. Because if they didn’t have their own family now, making one with them wasn’t too bad.
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📖 “Teacher Jellal”
As Jellal was basically the unofficial leader/dad of the group, he didn’t just fulfil duties related to the tower, but also to help the others get their mind off the doom and gloom around them.
He would do things like teaching them games he knew from his childhood (e.g Xs and Os which they could play in the dirt, stone throw etc) and even go as far as teaching them some basic functioning skills.
Jellal wasn’t fully literate by any means, but he was the strongest out of them with a natural desire to learn and practice. A scholar (or nerd) at heart, and this would show by teaching the youngsters how to do small things like reading, writing their names in the dirt (even if badly) and even doing things like small drawings and making stories together to distract from the torment of their lives.
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🥘 “Imagine something really cool to eat”
It’s no mystery that the slaves of the tower would go hungry, and the bare rations they were given were probably either stale, bland or eaten up in a blink of an eye. When the hunger pangs and cruelty heightened, the kids would imagine foods together.
Didn’t matter if it was real or not, they just had to imagine something they wanted to eat. Asking themselves “if I could have anything right now, what would it be?”
It was a bittersweet dream, however it gave them some hope and something else to focus on other than the pain even though it only cased the pain in something sweeter.
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♥️ “Giving back”
Since Jellal was the usual breadwinner between their group, this meant he was also usually the latest to arrive from his duties.
Rations would be given out and he would be lucky to just about get some or have his food lukewarm.
The others would be starving and grateful for Jellal’s extra efforts, but Erza’s heart sank a bit each time they would dine, and a space remained unfilled beside them.
At some point Erza made it her initiative to wait for Jellal to come back before eating, to which the boy was surprised and hesitant about.
Because all he was doing was so they would eat well.
But to her, what did it mean to eat well if they couldn’t do it with him?
Jellal didn’t let it happen all the time, but for the moments he allowed himself to not be the ‘dad’/’teacher’/’leader’ and just was Jellal, he sat with Erza and ate slowly.
Sometimes she would even feed him because he would be too weak and tired, for which he would be ever grateful for.
But of course he couldn’t relax for too long and would give back by feeding her lovingly.
Even if his fingers shook, he would lift the rusted spoon filled with whatever watered down meal that had been earned for the day and held her chin as he took care of her too.
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🩹 “Stretched too thin”
For all that Jellal would take on, eventually he would reach his limit. He didn’t get sick often, but when he did, it was alarming.
He didn’t want to stress the others about him, for which he would make the note to be quieter and more distant about his suffering.
Erza of course, noticed. And when she would ask, he would lie through his teeth and his ears would flush.
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
He would try and convince her with that same toothy grin and those kind eyes, yet she’d see his skin paling and sweat blistering on his forehead and wouldn’t take the bait.
Even if he didn’t want her to, and even if the others and Grandpa Rob warned her against it, Erza would stay up all night beside him, wiping his sweat and talking to him to keep him grounded.
Staying there with him, because she couldn’t help but worry that one minute he could be there, but what if the next…he wasn’t?
It wasn’t uncommon for people to die as slaves. Excessive labour was the main cause. Sickness and infection was the next. Then followed by accidents.
And with Jellal facing two of those three risks, she didn’t want to take her chances and be obedient.
She let herself be selfish with him, because there was no guarantee there would be the chance the next morning.
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👥 “So you’re still there”
Though Erza would become especially attentive when Jellal was asleep, even in normal moments there was a sense of intimacy threaded between them.
Though this was more of a group thing, before they would sleep: Erza and Jellal would flank the youngsters from the side and go to sleep cuddling them, whilst possibly holding hands.
This was sometimes just to preserve warmth when the tower got more chilly and the stone beneath got too cool. Or sometimes it was just to make sure the other was still there— alive and breathing the next day.
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🌒 “It gets to him too”
Erza has never seen Jellal cry, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t seen him feel.
That doesn’t mean she hasn’t seen it get to him.
The horror. The darkness. The screams.
He won’t show it when he’s awake, but at the beginning she caught him shaking and sweating through his nightmares. Whispering to himself in his sleep, afraid to break into a scream or a cry, she’d never know.
His voice wouldn’t leave his throat even then.
But what she did see told her enough.
She saw him unsettled.
Twisting and turning. Face scrunching. Head shaking.
And that’s when she would hold him.
Trying to ground him back to earth. Away from what haunted him. Unknown if it was because of the tower or before it.
And when he would stop moving.
And when he would awake.
The first thing he would see after the darkness,
Was her face.
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🌌 “Watch the stars with me”
If they weren’t playing games or doing some learning or going wild with their imagination, Jellal would find himself lying down beneath the stars on the sand of the island.
In the brief breaks he would be allowed, he would just detach and look at the stars like they were a form of guidance/hope.
Erza one day caught him and lay down beside him, watching the stars and asking him what he saw in them.
He told her about the significance of stars, both what he learned from his culture and general worldly relevance (ie. constellations) and she would just listen to him like he was telling her the world until they would be stolen away from their retreat, and forced back to live reality again.
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👤 “He who never tells”
Despite the little tidbits that Jellal would allow of his past, he never would tell the full story.
Erza and the others would try and press him, but Jellal? He just didn’t ever want to say.
No one knew what the boy with the tattoo held behind the shining smile, and if they did they’d be astonished as to how he could even do so.
But, even if Jellal didn’t tell about himself, he always wanted to hear about others. Especially Erza.
And he found comfort in hearing her story.
But he wouldn’t tell her that.
As he didn’t want her to know he felt less alone since they both never had a place in the world.
Yet.
Despite the truth being so cruel, something about it made him feel closer to her than anyone else.
💔 Darker/Trauma-Rooted & NSFW-Adjacent HCs: 💔
(CW: self hatred/self harm, exploitation themes etc - if uncomfortable please skip to next section)
🪞 “You made me love it”
No one knows about Jellal’s past, because it’s something he doesn’t want to bring into the future.
Unlike many, he didn’t grow up in the luxury of acceptance and safety. He was born into a world that hated him for none other than the blood that ran through his veins.
That manifested as a hatred for himself — from his face, too similar to his. To the brand seared onto his skin, a permanent reminder of holding sin which was never his own and that which stained him and his mother alike. And even his hair.
Blue. Unnatural. Unruly.
Just like his too.
Jellal didn’t break in front of people and no one knew what was going through his head when he first arrived at the tower.
The fact he had been delivered from one hell to the next.
But no matter how hard he tried to bury it, at some point he just couldn’t.
And he spiralled.
Ready to cut into the mark that made him an outlier, that rotted his blood and made him unworthy.
He took a jagged piece of metal, pocketed it and left the company of the others who were making friends with each other, soon to have their first meals being served.
Erza noticed his absence from the group and followed him so he could eat with the rest.
She called his name and he turned around. And she was completely unaware of what he was about to do.
Jellal was still in mental anguish, barely hidden by his sudden attempt of composure, but Erza could tell something had gone off.
Was it because everyone was asking about his tattoo? The remarks “mr.tattoo?” or that “no one had seen anything like it.”
She hadn’t really thought of what she was going to say when she found him, but it came out on it’s own.
“I think it looks cool.”
“Your tattoo.”
About his greatest insecurity.
The most glaring one.
He didn’t believe it at first. Just thought she was saying it to be nice because who would love something as ugly as this? But something about her soft big brown eyes, and calm smile disarmed him.
And his heart was feeling calm again.
Eventually, when he followed her and his head was in a better place, he told her bashfully.
“You didn’t need to say that.”
But she was like why not? He made her appreciate a part of herself, so why can’t she do the same?
Then she added,
“Your hair is really pretty too.”
“Blue, like a clear sky.”
“It makes me happy to look at.”
And for once,
Jellal smiled in regards to his appearance.
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🪽 “Innocence bartered”
Erza had been watching Jellal day in and day out take on most of the load for their group.
It was admirable.
But the question never stopped bothering her.
How much could one person take?
How much could one boy take?
He was getting weaker too some days. More prone to illness.
He would finish one shift just to start another so they were better off than always starving.
So she took matters into her own hands.
Asking for extra work from the slavers most likely wouldn’t go down well, Grandpa Rob would be against it, and then Jellal? He wouldn’t be so pleased either.
There were older slaves who made a request of if they could have her ‘assistance’ with things and then they would give some of their rations to her for her friends.
Unknown to her, what was being asked of was something more violating than what any slave work had been.
Erza was a pretty girl and many knew that.
Many eyes watched her. And sadly, not all those eyes had the best intent.
She was about to go with them, innocently obeying the instructions she was given. A time was set, a location made.
But someone noticed she had strayed from the group.
Jellal.
And before she could trap herself into the devil’s deal, he had somehow found out and taken her away, visibly shaking as he led her with an iron grip, barely able to get out a word.
Erza didn’t understand why he was so angry, but when he turned around and faced her his eyes were wild.
Glazed in tears that still didn’t fall. His usually soft voice roughened in something beyond her understanding.
“Don’t ever do that again Erza!”
“You don’t know what was going to happen.”
For the first time he actually scolded her and she was confused.
She had just wanted to help get the load off his back. She tried to argue and make him see sense.
But then he held her, buried his weary and bony face in her neck whilst he held her, tighter than any time before, like he was afraid. Afraid of letting go. Afraid something coming between them if he let go.
And he begged.
“Please.”
“Just don’t.”
“P-Please Erza.”
And she listened.
He wouldn’t say anything more. Just begged. Repeating the same pleas over and over almost like a desperate prayer.
And she listened.
She didn’t know why she listened though.
He hadn’t told her anything, and it was clear he knew something she should have. It wasn’t normal for him to act like that either.
Everything was burning for her to challenge. To question. To know why.
But she listened.
And she didn’t know why.
Maybe it was the wobble hidden in his whisper. Maybe it was how his hands held her in desperation. In care. In fear. Maybe it’s because her heart hurt in a way she didn’t expect.
Whatever it was, she listened.
She didn’t understand what made him so angry or afraid. She wouldn’t for a very long time.
But even so,
Feeling him shaken to the core, and the freezing sweat from his body and his unseen tears wash her skin,
It made her stay.
It made her listen.
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(To offload from the darkness of this section, I'm going to include a funny HC I have here too.)
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💢 “Boyhood embarrassments”
It was bound to happen eventually.
He was going into what, 11-12? And yes the day would come.
When a boy starts to show the signs of turning into a man.
Jellal had no idea what this would be. He didn’t even know what a boner was. He didn’t even know his body could do that. But then, when he was minding his own business as a slave, ready to do his 9 to 9, someone pointed it out.
“Hey Jellal, what’s going on there?”
“Erm, you know you should probably sort that out.”
He didn’t get it at first.
But then there were more eyes. Then a snigger. And then something was said.
And then the blush heated his face and he avoided everyone for the rest of the day — especially Erza.
It didn’t help that one day it happened again at the worst time, when he was sick.
Sick enough that he had to be admitted in the makeshift infirmary.
The heat was already swallowing his body, and then this just made it worse.
And by some cruel joke by the universe, Erza had sneaked away and come to visit him in the bays.
His head was already spinning, and seeing her just made his blood move in panic.
What made matters worse was the slavers did their rounds and she needed to hide, so unprompted she crawled underneath the infirmary blanket with him and lay flat on top.
Jellal had never wanted the floor to swallow him up more than in that moment.
And it only got worse when he could hear his own breathing deepening for the wrong reasons, and then felt Erza shift and poke him accidentally.
Then the innocent remark which pretty much put him in the ground.
“Jellal you’re heating up.”
“Something’s hard here.”
“Are you okay?”
Dying didn’t seem so bad for a hot minute.
💙 Little moments 💙
✂️ “Haircut”
Despite their conditions, Jellal had been blessed and cursed with hair that grew long and unruly very quickly. In order to keep it out of the way, he would try and cut it with what spare parts of jagged metal or the like he would find.
And he would cut it badly.
Erza helped him when she saw he was cutting himself alongside the hair, and helped him crop his blue waves into something short and manageable.
Because she was so used to the both of them returning the favour, she asked Jellal if he wanted to cut hers too.
The answer blurted out before he could stop it.
“No. I couldn’t”
“Your hair is too pretty.”
He wouldn’t have been able to bring himself to do it.
Erza was stunned, her face warmed up to the colour of her hair.
They both just looked at each other with almost shocked, wide eyes, before breaking into sweet laughter that smoothed over even the most awkward tensions.
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🍓“Because it’s red.”
They didn’t get fruits. Not really. Not ever.
So when Jellal saw them—sitting there in the slaver’s tray, ignored like they were nothing—he stared at them. Longer than he should have.
There was something about the colour.
Red. Bright. Alive.
He couldn’t get it off his mind.
So he waited. Watched. Then slipped in when the guards switched shifts. Quick with his hands. Light on his feet. Blood still flowing from his knuckles.
He didn’t take much. Just enough so no one would notice. Four. Four little strawberries. Small enough to hide in the folds of his tearing vest.
One for each of them.
One especially for her.
When he came back, the others were already curled into sleep. Like he had hoped. But not Erza. She was still awake, as always when he took too long, tracing shapes in the dirt like he knew she did when her thoughts got too loud.
But then she noticed him.
“Where were you?”
Her words just about a gasp.
He didn’t answer.
He just sat down beside her, careful hands unfolding the filthy cloth like it was something sacred.
Red glistened in the dim light.
Four strawberries.
Real ones.
Still soft.
Still fresh.
Her breath caught.
And he picked one out—the ripest, roundest one—and held it out to her like it was treasure.
“This one’s yours.”
“Why?”
His eyes darted to her hair. Then to her eyes. Then back to the strawberry in his palm.
“…Because it’s red.”
A stupid reason. A childish reason.
But her heart clenched.
She took it slowly. Bit into it. Sweet. Tart. Unbelievable.
Her eyes watered.
She hadn’t known something could taste like that.
Like hope.
“Thank you.”
He looked away, shy.
“It’s nothing.”
It was a risk, and there was no knowing what could come of it had he been caught—
But to see that look of happiness on her face, as tears glazed her eyes in something other than sorrow or fear and to watch as her smile spread stained in pure sweetness,
He already knew he would do it again in a heartbeat.
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These are still in progress and may grow over time. I’m really drawn to how trauma bonds form in childhood and carry into adult relationships, often in subtle, lasting ways.
If you’ve read this far — thank you, Jerza nation. I hope it resonated with you.
Please do let me know your thoughts if you liked what was written here!
Also, if anyone’s curious about more HCs from this timeline or anything about my AU version of Jellal and Erza or anyone else, feel free to ask!
I didn’t include everything here (I fear the post was already getting too long and I don’t want to overwhelm…), but if you’re interested, I’d be more than happy to share more! Just let me know, I’m always ready to dive back in.
And again—thank you to all who took the time to read through this 🫶🏻
Kind of a specific request, but I’ll ask anyway. So Erza discovers that her crush is actually a runaway prince/princess from a far off kingdom looking for a new life. What’d be her initial reaction?
A/n: Thank you for the request. I will say I've never written for Erza before so hopefully this isn't too ooc. I also decided to do this as headcanons becuase you didn't say if you wanted a one shot or not so i hope that's ok. Any ways enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.
Erza finding out her crush is runaway Royalty:
At first she is confused, but after thinking about your personality and the way you carry yourself it's clear you grew up in higher society
She can understand running away for a new life and to escape the past, after all that's kinda what she was doing for awhile
After the shock wears off she'd probably ask if you want to talk about it, if you do she'll listen and if you don't she'll respect that and drop the subject
It definitely won't affect how she see's you, after all Fairy Tail is full of misfits from all different backgrounds, so why would she judge you
If anyone does judge you about it she will shut them down real quick, saying that if they have a problem with you they have have problem with her
And if you wish for her to help you keep the secret she'll gladly make sure that it stays between you too
Erza is respectful above all else so she will only act in away that you would approve, well other than threatening anyone who insults you but that's just how she is
though, even if she acts like it's not a big deal she does internally freak out because if you're royalty and you get married then she will be royalty as well (yes she thinks this even if you have no clue that she likes you)
Please may I have Fairy tail platonic headcanons of Gray Fullbuster with a little brother age 11 who is exactly like Harry Potter with Harry Potter's personality as well as Harry Potter's personality flaws and everything from the Harry Potter films. He is undeniably a sweet kid and he is a ice mage like Gray as well and he is a member of Team Natsu and a member of Fairy tail. Admittedly he is S class material and he is better than Gray at ice magic and everything and he is a kind boy...and very polite. He doesn't find Danger..it seemed to find him. He was willing to stand up to extremely powerful enemy Wizards to protect his friends no matter what the cost may be..it was a risk and it means asking for death but he is a Fairy tail wizard and if it means he can protect his friends so be it.
Team Natsu's relationship with Gray's sweet little brother.
Gray's relationship with his baby brother
Juvia's relationship with Gray's little brother
Fluffy as well.
Oh man, it’s been a while since I’ve read the books and movie Harry is so different from book Harry. But yes! Of course! Fairy Tail is my favorite anime, it was the first long series I started and even if some people call it childish, I still love it. I honestly wish more people wrote for Fairy Tail. Maybe I'll write some more self-indulgent imagines/headcanons or something after.
A/N:
That being said, I am terribly sorry for how long this has taken me. I've been struggling with uni lately which just creates horrid writer's block not to mention just makes me so unmotivated to write in general.
But it's done! And I really hope it's to your liking! I address Gray's younger brother as Little Fullbuster but I honestly could see him named something like Ash or Sterling, just something that fits the colour scheme of Gray and Silver.
Warnings:
none! Well, slight spoilers if you haven't seen/read much of the series but nothing really major also, not proofread
Let’s see…
General headcanons
Adored by the entire guild, obviously, how could Gray’s younger brother not be
Looks like a miniature Gray, same black hair, same dark blue eyes
Only difference really is his personality
Unlike Gray’s cold exterior, his little brother is an absolute sweetheart
I can see him making ice sculptures for friends
He’s so much stronger than Gray but so humble about it too
For an 11-year-old he’s so mature (but trauma will do that to a person 😭)
Speaking of trauma though, Little Fullbuster was only a toddler when Deliora attacked
Despite his sweetness, he can be a sarcasm god
Constantly throws witty quips in the conversation
Little Fullbuster learnt magic from Gray rather than Ur
Gray wanted his brother to be able to protect himself and magic was the best way he knew how
Little Fullbuster is pretty stubborn
When he wants to go on a specific mission he usually ends up going
Like Galuna Island
Gray was adamant his brother would stay behind
Little Fullbuster ended up going anyways, following Gray secretly
Natsu welcomed him happily after knocking out Gray
Natsu knows when to put a foot down though when it comes to Gray’s younger brother
He made Little Fullbuster stay behind with the villagers when he and the others went to explore
Relationship headcanons – Gray
Little Fullbester’s sarcasm really shines when he’s with Gray
G: “I don’t care where I get hurt, as long as my in juries are visible” LF: “Clearly, cause you can’t prove your stories otherwise” or something witty like that (I personally am not good at sarcasm 😔)
Gray can be overprotective of Little Fullbuster
Won’t let him go on some missions with the rest of team Natsu because it’s too dangerous
Struggles to let him go on missions without him
Gray honestly doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost his younger brother, they’re all each other have left (aside from their found family in Fairy Tail)
Little Fullbuster sometimes feels smothered by Gray, they fight about it sometimes
Little Fullbuster full on believes he’s capable of taking care of himself, and he is, to an extent, he’s still just a child
Gray doesn’t know how to get that through his brother’s head
Their fights don’t usually involve yelling, more like a lot of passive-aggressive comments or choices/actions
For example, Little Fullbuster has a habit of holding Gray’s eye contact while asking Natsu to train with him and complimenting him because he knows it’ll irk Gray
Little Fullbuster always ends up feeling bad about his petty choices and Gray usually feels bad about how the conflict was handled
They always make up, sometimes without apologies (I feel like this is a really common sibling thing, my sister and I never apologized to each other after fights), but sometimes one or the other would cave and apologize
They are both really grateful to have each other as brothers (not that they would ever admit it out-loud) and where one brother is, the other usually isn’t far behind
Gray struggles with the fact that his younger brother is stronger than him
It’s not because he’s insecure or anything
It’s just because he’s scared he’ll lose his brother
He trusts his brother is capable
But he’s scared something underhanded could happen
Like if it comes to a fight, Little Fullbuster fights fairly, but his opponent might not have the same morals as fairy tail wizards
Relationship headcanons – Team Natsu
The whole team knows little Fullbuster is more than capable of taking care of himself
Doesn’t stop them from hovering or worrying all the time
Lucy mothers him the most
Totally sees him as the little brother she never had
Erza trains with him without holding back
Natsu gets along with him way better than Gray
Natsu is actually willing to ask little Fullbuster to train with him to improve both of their quirks
Happy likes to think he’s a wiser older brother to little Fullbuster
Invites him out fishing so he can share his “words of wisdom”
To which Lucy usually comments on with a roll of her eyes or a quip about any “words of wisdom” Happy told her in the past
Wendy and Little Fullbuster are close in age and get along really well
Carla and Gray aren't too happy about it, especially with Happy's constant, "he's in love"
Wendy and Little Fullbuster honestly ignore Happy and all their older guildmates who comment things like "won't they make the cutest couple?"
The two train together a lot since they get along so well
Relationship headcanons – Juvia
Juvia is in love with how sweet he is
In turn, little Fullbuster tries his hardest to get Juvia together with Gray
Already sees Juvia as an older sister of sorts
Usually goes to her when he’s upset about something Gray did
They bake together for Gray
Juvia teaches him how to make her Gray dolls and weather dolls
Little Fullbuster starts making Gray dolls and leaving them in the most ominous places to freak his brother out
It’s Little Fullbuster’s favorite thing
Little Fullbuster is always there for Juvia
He knows full well that his brother isn’t oblivious to her feelings
He feels bad about it and really tries to be there for her without getting involved
Because he also knows that Gray is interested in Juvia, he just doesn’t know to what extent
Juvia never asks him to do anything to help her pursue Gray
She doesn’t ask him if Gray’s ever told him anything about her, she respects boundaries
But she does complain about her failed attempts
Which just makes Little Fullbuster kick himself mentally because his brother is just so emotionally constipated it’s so aggravating
But he stays out of it, it’s not his job
Though he would love if Juvia were to officially become his older sister
Relationship headcanons – danger
Little Fullbuster really has no control over it
It’s just that everywhere he goes, something happens
Danger follows him like a bad cold
Little Fullbuster has grown accustomed to something going wrong on jobs that puts his life in danger
He’s used to powerful wizards finding him during combat
This doesn’t worry him, not usually
Little Fullbuster is more than happy, well not happy, he’s more than willing to risk his life for his guild, they practically raised him after all
Gray isn’t as willing
The amount of grey hairs that he’s grown due to constantly worrying lol
Nor is he pleased with his brother’s attitude on the matter
Actually, you know the scene in Harry Potter where Professor McGonagall is like,
“Why is it when something happens, it is always you three?” and Ron’s just like, “Believe me professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for 6 years”
Yeah, but Makarov and Little Fullbuster
Given this unfortunate circumstance, Little Fullbuster has gotten really good at thinking on his feet
*possible spoilers* Like in the Tower of Heaven, when Simon was ‘aiming’ for Gray, rather than creating an ice copy of himself, Little Fullbuster was there in seconds, physically putting himself in between Simon and Gray and Juvia while simultaneously building ice copies of all three of them before Gray even thinks to do the same
Little Fullbuster is just so smart and quick, his incredibly skilled and it offers Gray some relief (not a lot tho because danger following your sibling everywhere is no walk in the park)
warnings mentions of sex otherwise much soft and totally pg
word count 1113 words.
a/n time for some soft hours
It’s a rare opportunity to get to share a bed with Din, the cot on the Crest just way too small for it to be a regular occurrence unless the armour comes off. And normally when the armour comes off there’s sex involved, because you know he is going to take full advantage of the fact that he has all of his senses, that he can actually feel your warmth, your softness without the beskar in the way. So sharing an actual bed with Din? Every inch of skin is pressed up against him, he’s got the back of your head cupped in his hand, sometimes trailing down to your neck and back up. He’s drawing lazy patterns across your back with the other, just enjoying the peace in the post-orgasm afterglow. And he’s staying awake the longest, brain a little overwhelmed, can’t get enough of just how tender this moment is, loving the feel of you nuzzling into the space where his neck meets his shoulder, loving the quiet little huffs of breath. He’s never doubted the Creed but he’s worried at times it might be too much for you and not enough of moments like this, so he’s memorising every single one, down to every feeling, just in case.
These pod cots were not designed for two people. Not in any way shape or form (and we’re not going to mention the time you guys broke one…). But that does not stop, nor deter, Erza from getting into bed with you. He might have invited you into his first but after that incident you’re a little wary of breaking more beds - the floor just isn’t as comfortable plus the place is cramped enough as it is. But as long as he knows you haven’t said no because you want to be alone, because you don’t want him, as long as he knows this is consensual he’ll just cross that distance across the pod and climb right into bed with you. His long body slipping into the centre of the cot so you end up more on top of him than next to him. Doesn’t matter if you’re grumbling, he’s kissing the top of your head, working his way down to your lips - so you know what’s coming, so you have time to tell him if actually you’re not in the mood right now, thank you - just gentle kisses and sweet murmurings until you relent. He fixed the bed didn’t he? Besides, “my dear, if the thought of sleeping on the floor bothers you then perhaps next time we should start on the floor?”
When you first started dating Frankie was a little nervous because he couldn’t quite understand why you were with him? He still doesn’t fully get it, and every day he’s getting better, but he’s learnt to just go with it now. Frankie is not wasting a moment. So he’s holding you tight no matter what, and is always just a little bit hurt when you roll away, only to have you reach back and pull him into you and then he can breath easy again. And he loves it when he gets to feel like your protector, when you’re the one holding onto him tight, leg thrown over and head on his chest while he tangles his fingers in your hair. But the two of you have a good balance and you both understand that sometimes it needs to be the other way around. Sometimes Frankie is the one with his face in the crook of your neck, conscious of his weight but getting as close as he can to you. Finding the patterns you draw on his scalp soothing as you play with the short hairs.
It is. too. damn. hot. And Javier wants to be so close to you but you both know that it would mean being literally plastered to each other and sometimes that sucks. Fuck that fan for breaking. But that doesn’t mean there’s miles of bed between you. Hell no. Javier needs to have a hand on you, he needs to be touching you. Partly because he’s so scared that if he isn’t you might disappear, something might happen, but mostly because he just loves touching you. And there’s one thing that keeps happening - his hand sneaking under your night shirt, pressing over your ribcage, the thumb on your sternum. He’s not actually trying to grab your breast, though if that’s where the hand ends up by morning no one’s complaining. In fact what he’s trying to do is get his hand over you heart, to feel it’s beat, to reassure himself you’re ok. You’re probably never going to work out why he does it, it’s not like he can actually feel your heartbeat there anyway. But it’s quiet, protective and a little possessive and just so fucking tender it makes you heart go a bit anyway, seeking the contact out when you can.
Even if this was maybe supposed to be a one time thing Whiskey is a Gentleman, his Momma raised him with manners, Thank you kindly. He’s not about to kick you out of the bed and besides, he’s feeling pretty damn great about himself right now and your naked presence in his bed is only stoking that ego. So when you’re both cleaned up and settled, well you’re still in his bed and he’s taking that as a sign. He’s not going to start anything else unless right now, the smug bastard is actually satisfied and he does respect boundaries. But then again, he wouldn’t be Whiskey if he didn’t push them juuuussst a little. So you settle down and straight away he’s is pulling you into his side and pulling your leg up over his hip, fingers digging into your thigh just a bit, while the other arm keeps you snug. He’s still teasing, “Is that comfortable Darlin’?”, you can feel the shit-eating grin where he’s talking into your hairline. The fucker. You can’t help but be aware of how open and exposed this position is, even if you did both put underwear back on the heat is undeniable. But you decide not to give him the satisfaction to the rise - maybe his fingers brush the side of your breast but then at the same time he’s breathing in your hair, kissing your forehead and this is so much…quieter and…more tender? than what you just experienced you’re not quite sure what to make of it except that you knew you saw a bit of softness in those eyes. But he’s intentionally put you in a position where you can’t see them right now.
Hello! So here’s an idea, Erza, Lucy, and Mirajane reacting to their crush casually calling them beautiful for the first time. Like they’re used to hearing it from others, but hearing it from them elicits a totally different response.
reader calling them beautiful
for the first time
Erza, Lucy & Mira
Erza Scarlet
🗡️this girl did not know how to react
🗡️of course she got flustered she didn’t know what to say except, “Who me?”
🗡️when you nodded she just stood there with a red face like her hair she mumbled “thank you [Name], your not bad yourself!”
🗡️that’ll stick with her the whole day and everyone in guild was asking why Erza was acting all weird
Lucy Heartfilia
🔑her heart just skipped a beat
🔑yeah sure she hears it from others but hearing it from you just made her whole face heat up
🔑she twirled her blonde hair and said with a smile that’s so bright “T-Thank you [name] your just so sweet!” she stuttered in front of you thinking her totally made a fool out of herself.
🔑Natsu and happy most certainly teased her about that
Mirajane Strauss
💟 when she heard it, she wanted you to repeat it and so you did.
💟with a flush of pink appearing on her face she smiled at you so sweetly and thanked you
💟let me tell you even though she acted so sweet to you from the rest since she likes you already but she couldn’t seem to leave your side
💟Elfman and Lisanna wondered why their big sister acted so weird especially with clinging onto you
