reading your Lucy list was so fun and interesting now I'm curious! Could you do a list of your favorite partners for Natsu and why you like them too?
ooh! thank you again!
Nali (Natsu/Lisanna)
My favorite FT ship! I love them so much and I think about them constantly! Every love song is written for them! I’m not going to be nice to them in my rewrite though, I mean 😈
10/10, my favorite so much
Gratsu (Natsu/Gray)
I love them too, a lot! Apparently, they’re weirdly controversial lately and idk why (feel free to lmk) but they’re my boys!
9/10, not quite as high as nali, but silver medal isn’t bad
Natza (Natsu/Erza)
I remember this being my,,, second? fav ship when i first start fairy tail. they’ve fallen a bit, but still love them!
8/10, special place in my heart, wish it was more popular.
Navia (Natsu/Juvia)
Fire/water! it’s to good not to love! They’d be cute if canon! juvia wasn’t… juvia.
7/10, them good.
Navy (Natsu/Levy)
They are so sweet, I’d love to see them interact! I made them much closer in my rewrite, and I’m very glad I did!
7/10, Yay! Sweet friends, maybe they kiss?
Natsana (Natsu/Cana)
Similar to Navy, I made them a lot closer and I love them a lot! I wonder if Gildarts would approve of their relationship?
7/10, kissy kissy
Jellatsu (Natsu/Jellal)
No real reason for this, i like the idea of them being enemies-to-lovers and even the idea of jellal catching onto the fact that natsu was end before the reveal.
Natsu has so much energy all the time and sometimes it's too much for Jellal but other times it can help him get outside and balance out his depression
Never a quiet moment bc it's Natsu
Jellal is so tired. So tired. His only moments of peace are when Natsu passes out on the couch and cuddles with him
Jellal is only a year older than Natsu but Natsu still calls him "Old Man"
Erza is always caught between horror and insane laughter while observing their relationship
Bringing up Zeref in their household is just a Really Bad Idea™ bc they've both been hurt by him in a lot of ways
That being said sometimes they can cope together over it
But still probably don't bring it up
Natsu trying to be flirtatious and seductive bc Jellal is always so tired and needs to be taken care of but he's about as subtle as a brick to the face
Once again, It's Natsu
Jellal said he'd cook for Natsu one time and now he regrets it bc Natsu is a vacuum and needs food constantly
For the gorgeous and talented @xchaotica, whom I love eternally <3
Darkness was a shade. It was the grey in a summer sky, the unidentifiable shadow looming on the corner's edge, it was the porcelain crunch of bones underfoot. It was the screams that followed.
For Jellal, it felt almost unescapable; the darkness was more himself than he was, and he could feel it's inky tendrils cradle his identity until he was the man he saw today, reflected back in the crystalline water's transparent skinned. His grimace cut through it like a knife, and he turned away in disgust. There was a familiar tightness in his chest, a burning behind his eyes that reminded him that he was /alive/. Still, he did not cry; it had been years since he had allowed himself that luxury, allowed himself to be weak. Every time he cries, his mind was cast back to the Tower. They had beaten the tears out of him then and now, no matter how illogical it was, Jellal would hold them back just to spite the men who had taken pleasure in his misery. He would be /strong/.
"You're doing it again." Natsu observed, lip plumped out into a petulant pout. Jellal had almost forgotten that he was there; it was one of the rare occasions that the Dragon Slayer was still, quiet. Content.
"Doing what?" Jellal smiled dryly. Natsu sighed.
"Sulking. Brooding. I don't know." He moved to sit next to Jellal, their forearms pressed together, fingertips a wistful breath apart. "I just wish you would talk to me."
Natsu tilted his head, pink hair falling defiantly into his sage coloured eyes. His smile was earnest, and Jellal felt a pressure on his windpipe that he just could not swallow.
When he and Natsu had first met, he had been at the lowest point in his life. Even as a slave he had kept his integrity, the thing that made him fundamentally himself. What he did to Natsu and Erza and all of his friends whom he had kept trapped inside his own insanity was inexcusable, unforgivable. And yet, Natsu /had/ forgiven him, had extended his hand to Jellal, offering to let him walk in the light. That was the true display of strength; a forgiveness so pure it did not care for the darkness that threatened it. It forced redemption, ensuring that Jellal knew without a shadow of doubt that Natsu beloved in him, cared for him.
If that was not enough to encourage Jellal to be a better man then he did not know what was.
Being with Natsu was like bathing in fire, and with every passing second Jellal felt his sins of the past turning to ash, being replaced by the searing heat of Natsu's lips against his lips and Natsu's skin against his skin. Natsu was forging Jellal into something new, and Jellal did not want it to stop.
"I'm in love with you."
Jellal knew that Natsu's shocked expression mirrored his own, as this was not something he was intending on saying. However, Jellal felt the truth of his words in the golden light that coursed through his veins at the sight of Natsu's soft blush, and the way that his inhibited grin made Jellal feel light; invincible.
Surging forward, Natsu pressed their mouths together. Teeth bumped, and Jellal's nose was folded awkwardly between them, but it was still perfect in the same imperfect way that everything about them together was.
"I love you, too." It was a breath carried along on the gentle breeze that ruffled Jellal's hair and clothes, and yet the soft whisper held promises of more time, more kisses, more growth.
Jellal leant in again and Natsu met him halfway, like he always had. Their fingers instinctively found each other, and Jellal allowed himself the privilege of taking in the sweetness of Natsu's breath, the warmth of his touch. He was hardly surprised to find the Dragon Slayer crying, and what he saw in himself as a sign of weakness, he saw in Natsu as a symbol of courage. Jellal one day wanted to be that expressive and open with his emotions, and with the sound of water lapping languidly against his boots, and Natsu's touch growing more insistent and urgent, he knew that that was a goal which they could work towards together.
