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[noyasbunny]

Lucy notices it first. She always does. Magnolia glows gold under lantern light. Laughter spills from open doors. Children run through the square with sugar on their fingers and magic in their smiles. And then there is him. Standing too still. Watching too closely.

Lucy’s steps slow. Her keys feel heavier in her hand.

“Natsu,” she murmurs. He stops immediately. No questions. Just trust.

“I see him,” Natsu says, voice low. The man’s eyes follow a child near the fountain. His smile is wrong. Calculated. Predatory.

Lucy feels anger flare hot in her chest. Not fear. Never fear. “That’s enough,” she says. Natsu cracks his knuckles, flames flickering along his arms. “Yeah. Way past enough.”

They move together.

Lucy steps into the light first, celestial magic humming through her veins. Her presence is calm but unyielding. A wall.

Natsu circles from the other side, heat building, eyes sharp and feral. The man tries to back away. He does not get far. “Fairy Tail doesn’t look kindly on people who hurt kids,” Natsu growls.

The street erupts in magic.

Lucy’s keys flash gold as she summons, spirits moving with precision and purpose. Chains of light bind the man in place, celestial script burning like truth against lies.

Natsu strikes fast and decisive. Not reckless. Not cruel. Just justice.

The ground cracks beneath fire. The fight is over before it can become anything else.

When the Magic Council arrives, Lucy stands tall, chin lifted. She does not look away.

The children are safe. That is what matters.

Later, when the square settles and the lanterns sway gently in the night breeze, Lucy exhales for the first time.

Natsu drapes his scarf around her shoulders without a word.

“You okay?” he asks, softer now.

She nods, leaning into him. “Yeah. Thanks for having my back.”

He snorts. “Always.”

They stand there together, firelight and starlight, guarding a city that feels a little safer tonight.

Because Fairy Tail does not look away.

And neither do they.

(((a/n: fuck any and everyone of those sick fucks them damn files)))

[noyasbunny]

i need this right now

[noyasbunny]

The city has forgotten how to breathe.

Stone towers loom under iron banners. Soldiers march without faces. Fear settles into the streets like dust that never clears.

Erza Scarlet walks through it anyway.

Sword in hand. Spine straight. Eyes burning. Jellal Fernandes stands beside her, magic swirling low and controlled. His presence is quiet but immense, like the calm before a storm. “He rules through terror,” Jellal says softly. “He will not surrender.” Erza tightens her grip. “Then we will not hesitate.”

The palace doors fall.

Steel rings against magic. Erza moves like a blade given purpose, cutting through guards with precision and restraint. Jellal’s magic arcs overhead, binding, disabling, clearing a path forward. They fight not with rage, but with certainty.

At the throne room, the dictator waits. He sneers from his seat of stolen power, surrounded by spells fueled by fear and blood. He calls them rebels. Criminals. Fools who think justice still exists.

Erza steps forward. “Your reign ends tonight.”

He attacks first.

The magic is brutal and desperate, tearing into the room with wild force. Erza blocks, advances, adapts. Jellal counters with starlight and gravity, unraveling the spells piece by piece. They move together. No words. No doubt. When the dictator tries to flee, Jellal binds him in place, magic pressing down like the weight of every life he ruined.

Erza raises her sword.

“This is for the people you silenced,” she says.

The strike is clean. Final. Absolute. The magic holding the city snaps. Outside, the banners fall.

Silence spreads through the streets, then sound. Breath. Life returning.

Later, at the edge of the city, Erza removes her armor. Her hands shake now that it is over.

Jellal reaches for her, resting his forehead against hers. “You did what had to be done.”

“We did,” she corrects.

The dawn rises over a city finally free and for the first time in a long while, justice stands unchallenged.

[noyasbunny]

Rain pattered softly against the windows of Fairy Tail’s guild hall, a steady rhythm that filled the silence Gray had left behind. He hadn’t been around for days — not since their last mission, not since that fight that had gone wrong. Everyone had noticed. Nobody knew what to say.

Nobody but her.

Juvia stood by the guild’s doors, umbrella in hand, staring into the rain. Her heart felt heavy. She could feel Gray’s pain even without seeing him; it tugged at her chest like a thread. He had disappeared again, retreating into himself like he always did when the guilt hit too hard.

She couldn’t let him stay there. Not this time.

The forest outside Magnolia was washed in mist, the smell of wet earth heavy in the air. Juvia followed the faint trail that led to his cabin — the one hidden deep in the woods, where he went when he didn’t want to be found.

When she reached it, the lights were off. Only the faint glow of a dying fire flickered through the window.

“Gray-sama…” she whispered, knocking softly before opening the door.

He was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, half in shadow. His hair was messy, his usual coat discarded. The air was cold, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Juvia told you not to sit in the cold like this,” she said quietly, shutting the door behind her.

He didn’t look up. “Told you not to come.”

“Juvia never listens when Gray-sama says foolish things.”

He gave a hollow chuckle, no warmth in it. “Guess not.”

She stepped closer, kneeling in front of him. His eyes looked tired — like he hadn’t slept, like the weight of the world was sitting on his shoulders again. “Gray-sama… talk to Juvia. Please.”

“There’s nothin’ to talk about.”

“That’s not true.” She reached out, hesitant but firm, placing her hand over his. “Something’s hurting you. Juvia can feel it.”

He flinched slightly but didn’t pull away. His jaw tightened, eyes glancing to the dying fire. “I keep losin’ people, Juvia. Every time I start to think it’s fine — that I can let people in — something happens. Someone gets hurt. I can’t…” He swallowed hard. “I can’t keep doing that to everyone.”

Her heart cracked. “Gray-sama,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “You’re not a curse. You’re not bad luck. People get hurt because life is cruel, not because of you.”

He looked up at her finally — really looked. “You don’t know what it’s like to—”

“Yes, Juvia does,” she interrupted gently. “Juvia knows what it’s like to be alone. To be blamed. To think you don’t deserve warmth.” Her voice trembled, but her gaze didn’t waver. “But you do deserve it, Gray-sama. You always have.”

For a long moment, he said nothing. The only sound was the soft crackle of the fire and the rain against the roof.

Then he whispered, “I don’t know how to stop feeling like I’m broken.”

Juvia’s eyes softened. She shifted closer, wrapping her arms around him slowly, carefully — like she was afraid he might shatter. He stiffened, breath catching, then exhaled shakily and let himself sink into the hug.

“You don’t need to fix yourself alone,” she murmured against his shoulder. “Let Juvia help carry some of the pieces.”

His hand hesitated before finding her back, holding her tighter than he meant to. For the first time in days, the cold around him began to thaw.

They sat there for a long time, the world quiet except for the rain and the sound of their breathing. When Juvia finally pulled back, she smiled softly.

“There. Gray-sama’s eyes are lighter now.”

He blinked at her, brow furrowing slightly. “You’re seein’ things.”

“Then Juvia likes seeing things,” she teased, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. “You should come back to the guild tomorrow. Everyone misses you.”

He sighed. “Maybe.”

“Juvia will drag you there if you don’t.”

He smirked — just a little, but it was real this time. “That so?”

“That is a promise,” she said, smiling brightly.

He shook his head, the faintest laugh escaping him. “You’re impossible.”

“Juvia prefers persistent.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, looking at her — really seeing her. “Guess I needed that.”

Her heart fluttered. “You needed warmth. Juvia just brought it back to you.”

He didn’t say anything else, but his hand stayed on hers, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles. The fire crackled higher, and outside, the rain began to ease.

For the first time in a long while, Gray felt the ice inside him start to melt.

[noyasbunny]

The courtyard outside Fairy Tail’s guild hall was buried under a sea of leaves — a swirling mosaic of reds and golds that crunched under every bootstep. The culprit behind the neat, growing piles was easy to spot: Gajeel Redfox, rake in hand, glowering at the chaos like he was in the middle of a battle.

“Stupid trees,” he muttered, dragging the rake again. “Shed half their guts the second I finish cleanin’.”

You leaned against the doorway, hiding a smile. He looked so out of place doing such a normal task — iron piercings glinting in the sunlight, scowl carved into his face, black hair tied back to keep it out of his way. You couldn’t resist.

“You look very domestic today, Gajeel,” you called.

He stiffened, glancing over his shoulder. “Oi, don’t start with me, Shrimp. Somebody’s gotta do it, and Levy bribed me with dinner.”

You walked over, boots crunching in the leaves. “So, not out of the goodness of your heart?”

“Ha! You kiddin’? Hearts don’t rake leaves.”

You laughed and bent down to grab a handful of the crisp pile beside him. “You missed a spot.”

“Don’t—”

Too late. You tossed the handful right at his chest. Leaves fluttered against his vest and hair like confetti.

He stared at you, slow and unimpressed. “You really wanna start somethin’, huh?”

“Maybe,” you said, grinning. “You looked a little too serious. Figured you could use some fun.”

He set the rake aside with exaggerated calm. “Alright. Fun.”

Before you could blink, he scooped up a pile of leaves the size of a small mountain and flung it straight at you. You squealed, ducking too late as the leaves rained down around you, some sticking in your hair and collar.

“Gajeel!”

“That’s Iron King to you,” he said smugly, brushing off his hands.

You grabbed more leaves, hurling them right back. Within seconds, the neat rows he’d worked on were destroyed, replaced with flying handfuls of gold and laughter echoing through the yard. He laughed too — rough, genuine, the kind that made your stomach flip.

Eventually you tripped, landing in one of the piles. He stopped mid-throw and shook his head, smirking. “Serves ya right.”

You stuck out your tongue at him, but your breath caught as he walked over and offered you a hand. His fingers were calloused and warm against yours as he pulled you upright — a little too close. The air between you felt suddenly still.

“Didn’t think you’d actually help me up,” you said softly.

He shrugged, a faint grin tugging at his mouth. “Can’t let you drown in leaves. That’d look bad on my record.”

“You sure that’s all?”

He paused, eyes flicking over your face — the wind tugging at your hair, the sunlight painting you in gold. His grin softened. “Maybe I just didn’t wanna stop seein’ that smile.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Smooth, Gajeel.”

“Who, me?” He picked a leaf from your hair and flicked it away. “I’m just tellin’ the truth.”

You laughed again, nudging his shoulder. “Fine. But you realize you just destroyed your entire afternoon’s work, right?”

He looked around at the mess, then back at you with a lazy smirk. “Worth it.”

“Guess you’ll have to rake it all again.”

“Guess we will,” he corrected, handing you the rake. “You started this.”

You rolled your eyes but took it, smiling despite yourself. “Fine. But only if you promise not to throw any more leaves at me.”

“No promises,” he said, smirk deepening.

And as you worked side by side — leaves rustling, laughter mixing with the autumn wind — you could feel his gaze flick toward you more than once, warm and unguarded.

By the time the sun dipped below the trees, the yard was still messy, but Gajeel didn’t seem to care. He leaned on the rake, watching you shake leaves from your hair.

“Next time,” he said, voice low and fond, “I’m chargin’ ya for distractions.”

You smiled. “What’s the fee?”

He grinned, sharp and teasing. “You’ll find out.”

The leaves danced again as the wind swept through — and if his hand brushed yours on the way back inside, neither of you mentioned it.

[noyasbunny]

***𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥***

𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚋 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 (𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛)

𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎!

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow over the ruined battlefield. Smoke curled from the ground, and the scent of scorched earth filled the air. Natsu Dragneel stood beside Lucy Heartfilia, both panting from the fierce battle they had just endured.

"You okay, Luce?" Natsu asked, flashing her a grin despite the cut on his cheek.

Lucy nodded, brushing dirt off her celestial keys. "Yeah, but that guy was tough."

Before they could catch their breath, a dark chuckle echoed through the air. From the shadows emerged their opponent—Veranos, a rogue dark mage cloaked in black energy, his crimson eyes gleaming with malice. "You think you’ve won? Pathetic."

With a wave of his hand, dark tendrils shot toward Lucy. She gasped, jumping back, but they moved too fast. Before she could summon a spirit, the darkness wrapped around her, lifting her off the ground.

"Natsu!" she cried, struggling against the restraints.

Natsu's eyes widened as his magic flared. "Let her go!"

Veranos smirked. "Try and stop me, Salamander."

With a roar, flames exploded around Natsu. His anger fueled his magic, turning it white-hot. He shot forward, fists blazing. "Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"

The punch collided with Veranos, sending the dark mage skidding back. But he still held Lucy captive, his grip tightening. Lucy let out a choked gasp.

Natsu’s heart pounded. He had to end this—fast. Clenching his fists, he took a deep breath and focused all his magic into one final attack. "FIRE DRAGON KING'S BRILLIANT FLAME!"

A massive torrent of fire erupted from his hands, engulfing Veranos in a fiery inferno. The dark mage let out a scream before the flames consumed him. The tendrils disappeared, and Lucy fell.

Before she could hit the ground, strong arms caught her.

Lucy blinked up at Natsu, her breath hitching. His face was close, his warm eyes filled with concern. "You okay, Luce?"

She nodded, gripping his vest to steady herself. "You always catch me."

Natsu chuckled, setting her down but keeping a hand on her waist. "Yeah, well... can’t let my partner get hurt."

Lucy smiled, feeling warmth spread through her chest—not just from his flames, but from him. "Thanks, Natsu."

He rubbed the back of his head, grinning. "Anytime. Now let's smoke the rest of these guys"

[noyasbunny]

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