#sting eucliffe

[acnologias-ass]

Happy July 7th! 🐉

Will be available as a print at Ryucon and my Etsy shop 🩵

[ceristelle]

ᝰ.ᐟ YOU LOOK BETTER IN MY ARMS ANYWAY. → fairy tail

prompt. when they pick you up bridal style for no reason except they felt like it. ft. natsu dragneel, gray fullbuster, loke, sting eucliffe & gajeel redfox

warnings: none

you’re mid-sentence, talking to lucy about a job poster you saw earlier, offering to pair up together if she needed help, when you feel yourself being swept off the ground.

literally.

“HUH—!? natsu??”

“got bored,” he grins, arms tight under your back and legs. “you looked comfy, so i picked you up.”

natsu says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, walking around with you in his arms like it’s another normal tuesday.

you swat at his chest, flustered out of your mind. “you can’t just grab me out of nowhere and do this!!”

except he just laughs, leaning down to look into your eyes with that slight mischievous gleam he tends to have. “bet i can.”

gray doesn’t announce it. one second you’re arguing over what flavor of shaved ice to get, and the next—

“...gray.”

“yeah?” he replies coolly, holding you close as if bridal carries were casual.

your voice is muffled by the way you’re pressed against his shoulder. “what are you doing?”

“saving time. you walk slow.”

he’s lying. his smirk gives it away.

still, you say nothing, hiding your face against his skin as he walks like this was his plan all along.

“darling,”

you barely turn to respond to your boyfriend, loke, before he sweeps you up into his arms, spinning slightly.

“loke—!”

“i had a vision,” he says dramatically, as if that was good enough of a reason to carry you this way. “of me holding you like this. and when the stars speak, i listen.”

you blink, not impressed in the slightest. “you’re not even using magic right now.”

“exactly,” he winks, kissing your forehead. “this one’s just for love.”

you threaten to bonk him in the head, but your fingers are already curled into his collar to steady yourself.

he wins. as always.

you’re leaning against a railing, enjoying the peaceful view below you when suddenly you’re airborne.

“STING??”

“what?” the blonde shrugs, like it’s not weird at all. “you looked cute. i felt like doing this.”

your hands fist into his jacket. “you can’t just lift people outta nowhere when you feel like it—!”

“i’m your boyfriend,” sting grins. “i can and i will.”

and he does, parading you around sabertooth while everyone watches like it’s a daily occurrence for this to happen.

it most likely is.

“get up.”

“wh—”

too late. you’re scooped up like a sack of potatoes—but bridal style. you stare.

“...what the hell, gajeel??”

“shut up. you looked tired.”

“i was sitting.”

“yeah, and now you’re sittin’ in my arms.”

you blink.

gajeel looks ahead, ears slightly red and barely hidden underneath his black hair, lips pressed into a flat line.

“...you’re heavy, y’know.”

you know he’s lying.

but instead of saying anything, you lean into his shoulder—letting him get away with it this time.

[aphantombride]

will you be my valentines? ❤︎

ft. natsu, gray, gajeel, laxus, bixslow. sting, rogue

natsu dragneel - the guy who stole valentines!

everyone is buzzing tonight. beaming about plans and gifts and who's taking who where, and natsu's in the middle of it all, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed, looking like he's seconds away from falling asleep.

it's valentines day. everyone is booming about it. mira's giggling behind the bar, serving all the couples in the guild. someone groans about not having a date. someone else is teasing them.

you’re sitting next to natsu, and lucy's sitting in front of you two, blushing about how romantic today is supposed to be and how happy she is to see all the couples enjoying their day.

natsu just blinks, slow and unimpressed.

“whats valen... valen-whatever?” he asks.

you look up from your drink. “valentine's day?”

“yeah, that. what is it?”

“natsu, it's literally a holiday about romance! of course you wouldn't know..." lucy speaks, continuing, “people get together... give each other gifts... go on dates... confess to their loved ones—oh my god what am i doing!? i'm single and sitting here like an loser! i need to look hot today to get a date! i gotta go!” she shrieks, running away to who knows where.

you laugh at the sight, waving her goodbye and wishing her good luck.

natsu just shrugs at her explanation, doesn't sound like he's missing out on anything, he thinks.

but then you're digging into your bag, and drop a pink bag onto his lap.

“what's this?” he blinks.

“just... some valentine's snacks,” you say, as casual as you can, “thought you'd like them.”

he opens the bag. chips. chocolates. candies. all wrapped in heart themed packaging. hell, even some heart shaped steaks were in here! those exist!?

you laugh at the way he's staring at it, “...you don’t have to do anything back. it’s just a little thing.”

he grins, like an idea just popped into his head. he turns to you, “thanks!”

you just nod, a small smile on your face, but there’s a tiny pinch in your chest. of course, he didn’t know... but you shrug it off. it’s natsu. you didn’t expect anything anyway.

the rest of the day passes normally. you head home that evening, unlocking your apartment door—

and freeze.

because it looks like a valentine’s store was robbed blind and dumped directly into your apartment.

there’s a mountain of gifts piled on your apartment floor—chocolates, plushies, balloons, cards, heart shaped boxes, a giant teddy bear that definitely came from a storefront display, and at least five bouquets with the price tags still dangling off them.

and standing in the middle of it all is natsu, hands on his hips, looking way too proud of himself.

“oh good, you’re here!” he says, like this is normal.

you stare. “natsu… what did you do!?”

“you gave me stuff,” he says, shrugging. “so i got you stuff.”

“you stole half of this!”

“yeah,” he says, completely unbothered. “but it’s for you, so it doesn’t count!”

before you can argue, he lifts something from behind his back—a giant cardboard sign, painted in red, letters uneven and messy, like he fought the brush.

“WILL U B MY VALINTIMES?” it reads.

“ya ya, i know,” he grins, puffing out his chest. “i’m the best.”

you snort—you can’t help it! it bursts out of you, loud and helpless, because this is so him. the misspelled sign and the fact that he clearly sprinted around town committing petty theft in your name.

he blinks at your laughter, a little thrown.

“what?” he huffs, cheeks tinting pink. “it’s good! the sign’s good!”

“well—”

“it is! so, will you!?”

“natsu...”

“...yeah?”

you chuckle, wiping your eyes from laughter, “you spelled it wrong.”

gray fullbuster - loves in the air!

the guild is loud in that cozy, chaotic way it always gets on holidays—pink ribbons hanging from beams, mira humming as she wipes down the bar, couples tucked into corners sharing desserts. it’s warm and bright and full of noise.

gray’s at his usual table, one leg stretched out, hair messy, shirt already gone like he forgot it existed. he looks relaxed, but his eyes flick up the second you walk in.

“hey,” he says, voice low, easy.

you sit across from him, setting your drink down. “hey!”

he watches you for a moment—not intensely, just noticing. he always notices. then he glances around the guild, taking in the decorations, the couples, the laughter.

“valentine’s really gets people going, huh?” he says, a small huff of amusement in his voice.

“yeah,” you say, smiling. “it’s cute!”

he nods, thoughtful. “did you do anything today?”

you shake your head. “not really.”

he hums, like he’s thinking about that more than he lets on.

“you?” you ask.

gray shrugs, but it’s not dismissive. “i didn’t plan anything. didn’t really think about it.”

you nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. “makes sense.”

he tilts his head slightly. “you sound disappointed.”

you blink. “what? no, i’m not—”

“you don’t have to pretend,” he says gently. “i can tell.” he continues with a small smirk.

your breath catches, “i just thought maybe…” you trail off, embarrassed. “never mind.”

gray leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes soft in a way that makes your stomach flip, “i didn’t forget you,” he says quietly. “just didn’t realize you wanted something today.”

you look down at your drink. “it’s fine.”

“it’s not,” he says, standing up. “give me a few hours.”

“gray—”

“just… be home tonight,” he says, voice warm but firm. “okay?”

you nod, confused but curious.

he gives you a small smile—the kind he only uses when he’s hiding something good—and slips out of the guild.

you’re home that evening, curled up on your couch, when there’s a knock at your door.

you open it to find gray standing there, hair a little damp from the cold, cheeks pink, hands shoved into his pockets like he’s trying to keep them steady.

“hey,” he says softly.

he holds something out to you—a small box, wrapped neatly in dark blue paper with a silver ribbon. simple and intentional.

“for you,” he says.

you take it, heart thudding, unwrapping it carefully. inside is a necklace—a tiny ice-blue crystal shaped like a heart, delicate and sharp and beautiful. it catches the light like it’s alive.

your breath stutters. “gray… this is gorgeous.”

he exhales, relieved. “good. i wanted it to be.”

you look up at him, and he’s watching you with that quiet, steady warmth he never says out loud.

“i didn’t want anything,” you whisper.

“if you say so,” he chuckles, stepping closer. “but i wanted to give you something anyway.”

your chest tightens, a smile on your lips.

he swallows, eyes flicking to your lips for a heartbeat before he meets your gaze again. “so,” he says softly, “will you be my valentines?”

“of course i will!”

his shoulders relax, tension melting away like snow in sunlight.

“good,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over the necklace. “because i already made plans.”

you laugh, breathless. “gray!”

he blushes, but he doesn’t look away.

“get your coat,” he says, voice low. “i’m taking you somewhere nice.”

gajeel redfox - anti-valentines!

the guild is already awake and loud by the time gajeel stomps through the doors, boots heavy, expression darker than the coffee mira’s serving. someone’s hung paper hearts from the rafters and he swats one out of his face with a growl.

“the hell is all this crap?” he mutters.

mira beams at him from behind the bar. “happy valentine’s day, gajeel!”

he stops dead. blinks once. twice.

“…it’s today?”

“mm‑hmm!” she chirps.

he grunts, unimpressed, and shoulders his way past a couple feeding each other cake like they’re in a play. he looks personally offended by their happiness.

you’re sitting at a nearby table, sipping your drink, watching him with a small smile.

he drops into the seat across from you with all the grace of a falling boulder.

“guild’s lookin’ stupid,” he announces.

you laugh. “it’s festive!”

“it’s tacky.”

“it’s cute.”

“it’s tacky.” he repeats, louder, like volume makes him right.

someone behind him giggles about their date. someone else shows off a bouquet. another is blushing over a handmade card. the whole place is warm and bright and full of love.

gajeel looks like he wants to chew through a wall.

“you don’t like valentines?” you ask, amused.

“don’t care about it,” he says immediately. “waste of time. waste of money. waste of—”

he stops.

because you’re smiling, but it’s not your usual smile. it’s smaller, quieter, a little distant, like you’re trying not to let something show. it’s subtle, barely there, the kind of shift most people would miss.

but he doesn’t.

“yeah.. thought you’d say something like that.”

his eyes narrow just slightly, jaw tightening, something sharp and unreadable flickering across his face before he looks away.

“whatever,” he mutters, grabbing a drink. “people get weird over dumb stuff.”

you hum in response, not arguing or pushing, just letting the moment pass. you take another sip of your drink, gaze drifting toward the decorations, and there’s something thoughtful in your expression. something he can’t name but can’t stop noticing either.

he watches you for a second too long before he forces himself to look away.

the rest of the day unfolds like any other. he’s picking a fight with natsu, complaining about the pink everywhere, someone scolds him. he pretends he doesn’t care.

you head home that evening, the guild’s noise fading behind you.

the next morning, there’s a knock at your door, sharp and impatient.

you open it, and gajeel’s standing there like he’s about to challenge you to a duel, arms crossed, shoulders tense, expression somewhere between annoyed and… something else?

“hey,” he grumbles, “you busy today?”

you blink, surprised. “uh… no, not really?”

he grunts, then thrusts something into your hand—a small metal rose, rough around the edges, uneven petals, clearly handmade, clearly rushed, clearly something he put more effort into than he’ll ever admit.

“good,” he says, voice low. “we’re doin’ somethin’. don’t make a big deal out of it!” he turns to leave immediately, muttering under his breath, leaving you standing in your doorway with a metal rose in your hand.

you smile, bringing the rose closer your chest.

“stupid gajeel...” you blush.

laxus dreyar - anything for you!

there’s a different kind of energy in the air today, something warm and bright and very romantic. the place decorated with soft lights and red ribbons, people are sitting down with valentines day gifts next to them, and even the rowdier members are keeping it down a notch.

you walk in expecting the usual.

you do not expect the entire left side of the guild to be transformed.

the tables are pushed aside. the floor is swept spotless. there’s a velvet rope sectioning off an area that wasn’t there yesterday. soft golden lights hang overhead, casting a warm glow over the guild. it looks like a high end restaurant teleported into the guild hall!

and standing in the middle of it, expression smug enough to punch, is laxus, with a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. he doesn’t look at anyone else. he’s waiting for you.

the second he spots you, his mouth curves—sharp and satisfied.

“’bout time you showed up,” he says, voice low, warm, confident.

you blink, stunned. “laxus… what is all this?”

he gestures lazily at the setup. “what’s it look like?”

“it looks like you rented out half the guild!”

“didn’t rent it,” he says, shrugging. “just told everyone to move.”

you stare at him. “and they listened?”

he smirks. “’course they did.”

you want to be annoyed. you want to roll your eyes. but the truth is… it’s beautiful. it’s thoughtful. it’s so over the top it’s almost ridiculous—and yet it fits him perfectly.

“why?” you ask softly, even though you already know.

he steps closer, hands sliding into his pockets, eyes locked on yours like he’s daring you to look away. “because it’s valentine’s,” he says simply. “and you’re not spending it with anyone else.”

your breath catches, smiling.

he tilts his head, studying your reaction with that lazy, electric intensity of his.

“you got a problem with that?” he asks.

you shake your head. “no! of course not. i just… didn’t expect this.”

“good,” he says. “i like surprising you.”

before you can respond, he nods toward the door.

“also,” he adds casually, “our ride’s here.”

“our what?”

he jerks his chin toward the entrance.

you turn—and nearly choke.

parked right outside the guild is a limousine. sleek. black. polished to a shine. it looks wildly out of place next to the guild’s wooden doors.

you whip back around to him. “laxus. what did you do!?”

he shrugs, like it’s nothing. “figured you deserved something nice.”

“this is more than nice!”

“yeah,” he says, stepping close enough that you feel the warmth radiating off him, “well… you’re worth more than nice.”

your heart stutters.

he watches your reaction, eyes softening just a fraction—barely noticeable unless you’re looking for it.

“so,” he says, voice dropping, “you comin’ with me or what?”

you swallow. “is this… you asking me out?”

he huffs a quiet laugh, leaning in just enough to make your pulse jump.

“i thought i made it obvious,” he murmurs. “but yeah. i’m askin’. will you be my valentines?”

“yeah!” you say softly. “of course, i’m coming with you!”

his smirk returns, slow and satisfied. he takes off his coat, wrapping it around you.

“good,” he says, offering his hand. “let’s go.” and as he leads you toward the waiting limo—in front of the entire guild, who are absolutely staring—laxus doesn’t look away from you once.

bixlow - a floating valentines!

he’s perched on the back of a chair, upside down for some reason, laughing at something one of his babies said. the floating dolls bob around him in a loose orbit, chanting nonsense and bumping into people.

“BIXLOW, CONTROL THEM!” someone yells, shrieking at the fact their messing around with their flowers.

“can’t!” he yells back, grinning. “they’re free spirited!”

you’re trying to enjoy your drink, but one of the babies floats over and pokes your cheek.

“pretty! pretty! pretty!” it chants.

you swat it away gently. “stop that.”

bixlow flips upright instantly, eyes locking onto you like he’s been waiting for an excuse.

“hey, dollface,” he purrs, sliding off the chair and sauntering over. “lookin’ cute today.”

you roll your eyes. “you say that every day.”

“yeah,” he says, leaning in, “but today you actually do.”

you shove his face away. “shut up.”

he laughs—loud and unbothered—and the babies mimic him, floating around your head.

“soooo,” he drawls, draping himself over the back of your chair, chin nearly on your shoulder, “got any valentine’s plans?”

you shrug. “not really.”

he hums, eyes narrowing playfully. “no one asked you out?”

“nope.”

he clicks his tongue. “tch. idiots.”

you snort. “you’re one to talk.”

“hey,” he says, pointing at himself, “i’m a catch.”

“you’re a menace.”

“same thing!”

you shake your head, amused, and go back to your drink, expecting nothing else, just bixlow flirting with you like he always did.

but then he snaps his fingers.

the babies scatter.

you blink. “what are they—”

they return a second later, carrying something between them—floating letters, glowing faintly, wobbling in the air as they struggle to hold them steady.

they arrange themselves in front of you.

“BE MY VALENTINE?”

you choke. “bixlow— what—”

he pops up behind you again, chin on your shoulder, grin wicked.

“cute, right?” he says. “they practiced.”

“you made them practice?!”

“yeah,” he says proudly. “took forever. they kept spelling it wrong!”

you laugh despite yourself. “oh my god.”

he leans closer, voice dropping, breath brushing your ear.

“so?” he murmurs. “you gonna say yes?”

you turn to look at him—his face inches from yours, eyes bright, grin sharp, but there’s something underneath it. something warm.

“bixlow,” you say slowly, “you could’ve just asked.”

“boring,” he scoffs. “this is better.”

you shake your head, smiling. “you’re insane.”

“maybe,” he says, smirking.

the babies bob impatiently, letters wobbling.

“well??” one of them squeaks.

you laugh, cheeks warm. “yeah. i’ll be your valentine!”

bixlow’s grin turns feral.

“knew you would,” he says, grabbing your hand and tugging you to your feet. “c’mon. i got plans.”

“plans?”

“yup,” he says, already dragging you toward the door. “and they’re all terrible.”

you groan. “bixlow—”

“you said yes,” he sings, “no take backs!”

the babies cheer, the guild groans, and bixlow looks like he just won the lottery.

sting eucliffe - presents for two!

the sabertooth guild hall is brighter than usual and absolutely drowning in valentine’s day energy. someone strung red lights across the ceiling, someone else is handing out heart shaped cookies, and rogue is already hiding in a corner pretending like he’s not apart of this.

you’re sitting at a table near the back, sipping something warm, trying to stay out of the whirlwind.

but the whirlwind finds you.

sting bursts through the front doors like he owns the place. which, to be fair, he does. he’s grinning, hair perfect, like he was straight out of a magazine cover.

the second he spots you and his grin gets even bigger.

“there you are,” he says, striding over like he’s been looking for you all morning. “i was wondering where my valentine was hiding.”

you blink. “your what?”

he plops down across from you, leaning forward on his elbows, chin propped on his hand.

“my valentine,” he repeats, slow and smug. “you know. you.”

you snort. “sting. you didn’t even ask me...”

“i’m asking now!” he says, waving a hand.

you roll your eyes. “that’s not how asking works.”

“sure it is,” he says, flashing that stupidly charming smile. “i say it, you say yes, boom—date night.”

you open your mouth to argue, but then you notice something behind him.

a massive, heart‑shaped cake. like, massive. like it took three people to carry it. pink frosting, gold accents, little sugar dragons on top.

sting follows your gaze and beams.

“oh, that?” he says casually. “yeah. that’s for you.”

your jaw drops. “sting. that thing is huge!”

“well, yeah,” he says, shrugging. “i had to outdo everyone else!”

“everyone else… where?”

he gestures vaguely around the guild. “everyone. all of them. every person who even thought about asking you out today,” he tsks.

you stare at him. “sting—”

“what?” he says, leaning back with a smug little smirk. “you deserve the best. and i’m the best.”

you groan. “you’re unbelievable...”

“thank you,” he says, like it’s a compliment.

again, before you can respond, he snaps his fingers, and someone at the door whistles.

you turn—

and two more sabertooth members are struggling through the entrance, carrying the biggest bouquet of white roses you’ve ever seen. it’s enormous, overflowing, practically glowing under the lights. wrapped around the bouquet is a long gold ribbon with shimmering letters:

“WILL U BE MY VALENTINE?”

you whip back around to sting. “sting… what is that?”

he grins, leaning forward, voice dropping just a little. “i got you flowers.”

you bury your face in your hands. “sting, you didn’t have to—”

“i wanted to,” he says, softer now, but still confident. “and i’m not letting anyone else get to you first.”

your heart stutters.

he grins, gently prying your hands off your face to hold them. “so,” he says, “you comin’ with me or what?”

you look at him—at the cake, at the ridiculous bouquet, at his stupidly hopeful smile—and you can’t help the one tugging at your lips.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “i’ll go with you.”

his grin is instant, triumphant.

“knew you would,” he says, tugging you to your feet. “c’mon. i’ve got the whole night planned.”

rogue cheney - a quiet confession!

sabertooth is softer tonight, like everyone collectively agreed to keep the chaos at a low simmer. sting is bragging somewhere, frosch is waddling around sticking heart stickers on people, and minerva is pretending she’s above it all while very much watching everything.

you’re sitting near the back, flipping through a menu, not really expecting anything from today.

and then a shadow falls across your table.

you look up, and rogue is standing there.

not awkwardly. he’s quiet, composed, eyes steady on you like he’s been waiting for the right moment.

“you’re alone,” he says softly.

you blink. “i mean… yeah?”

he nods once, thoughtful. “i thought someone would’ve asked you by now...”

you laugh lightly. “nope. guess not.”

rogue’s eyes flicker,  “good,” he murmurs.

you raise a brow. “good?”

he clears his throat, looking away for half a second before meeting your eyes again.

“i… need to show you something,” he says quietly.

you tilt your head. “okay?”

he gestures for you to follow him.

and you do, through the guild hall, past sting. who winks obnoxiously, and out the back door into the quiet training yard.

rogue stops near the far wall, glancing around to make sure no one else is there.

“i wasn’t planning to do this today,” he admits, voice low. “but… i didn’t want anyone else to get to you first.”

rogue stops in the center of the yard, turning to face you.

“i wanted to ask you something,” he says quietly. “but… i wasn’t sure how.”

you tilt your head. “rogue?”

he lifts a hand.

shadows gather instantly, rising into the air like ink suspended in water.

you watch, breath caught in your throat, as the shadows twist, curl, and shape themselves into letters: WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE? and then, at the end, the shadows form a tiny, fluttering heart, pulsing faintly like it’s alive.

your jaw drops. “rogue— oh my god! this is—”

he looks away, cheeks faintly pink.

“i wasn’t sure if it was too much,” he murmurs. “sting said it was dramatic.”

“sting says everything is dramatic,” you huff.

the shadow‑heart flutters again, like it’s waiting for your answer.

you step closer, smiling. “rogue… this is beautiful.”

he exhales, relieved, and reaches into his coat.

“i also… got you something,” he says softly.

he holds out a small object wrapped in dark cloth.

you unwrap it carefully—and find a shadowed hairpin, sleek and black with a subtle silver sheen. when you tilt it, it catches the light and glimmers like starlight trapped in obsidian.

your breath catches. “rogue… this is gorgeous!”

“i made it,” he says quietly. “it’s infused with a bit of my magic. it’ll never break. and it’ll always find its way back to you if you lose it.”

your heart flips. you look up at him—at the faint blush on his cheeks, at the way he’s trying to stay composed, at the shadows curling gently around his boots like they’re drawn to you too.

“rogue…” you whisper, “yes! i’ll be your valentine. this is so thoughtful!”

he lets out a breath he’d been holding, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“i’m glad,” he murmurs.

you tuck the hairpin into your hair, and his eyes soften even more.

“come with me,” he says gently. “there’s a place outside the city where the stars look like magic. i want to show you.”

you take his hand, and he holds yours like it’s something he’s been wanting to do for a long time.

[kaivenom]

Fairy Tail Dragon Slayer's Mating season

Characters: Natsu, Gajeel, Laxus, Sting, Rogue, Erik

Warnings: NSFW, sex pollen style, primal instincts.

Masterlist

Natsu Dragneel

He is the most savage one, since he is not the the type to stop himself from doing things.

Once he noticed the signs of his mating season starting and knowing that you are his partner, he goes to you instantly.

With the little self conciousness that he still has, he explains the situation to you and ask you if you agreed to help him.

When you say yes, he is instantly on you like a raging ball.

He is dominant, possesive, he makes a nest for you both and can't separate himself from you.

Especially with the smell, he needed to have his essence all over your body.

Gajeel Redfox

Lot of mixed feelings.

He doesn't like his mating seasons but they also come strong so he can't escape them.

He becomes moody, more angry, impacient, etc... all because he doesn't like not being able to control his desires.

That's why he tried to reject you at first.

You figured out about his heat (cause he is not good at hiding it) and volunteared to help him, but he tried to push you away.

Finally, out of frustation and not getting a relief, he decided to get to you.

He cursed, he hummiliated himself and he had the worst attitude ever, like when he was at phantom lord.

But he doesn't inted to make you feel bad, he just has a hard time with heat.

Laxus Dreyar

Since he is a second generation, he never had a mating season... until he started dating you.

Then it happened, he felt hot, really hot... and craving for someone, but not just anybody, you.

He took a shower and he jacked off a couple of times, thinking stupid for being so hormonal.

Then Lucy or Natsu said that they recognize the signs and he went to lock himself on the room.

He is a big serious man, how could start to be so needy for your affection?

He tried to stay away but when you knocked at his door, he couldn't say no.

He felt stupid explain it to you but he know it was needed.

He beomes messy and disoriented, he doesn't have experience with these thing so everything is very hot and clumsy.

Sting Eucliffe

Really nervous and self-conscious.

Nobody around him has heat (except from Rogue) so he always has been really cautious and shamefull about it.

Once you start seeing him acting weird and he assimilates that he can't hide this from you, he tells you.

He is dying of embarrassment thru all the talk and he thinks that you will find it disgusting and pervy.

You had to reassure him that you love him and you would stay with him, even with this.

His blushing and cuteness started to dissapear once he started to feel comfortable with you knowing it.

Then he is insatiable, he needs you then and there and he is getting the stickiest ever so you can feel it.

But he is more than glad that he finally accepts this part of him.

Rogue Cheney

Tries to hide it.

He locks himself on his room and doesn't let anyone in.

It is a very private matter to him, he is not ashamed like Sting but he doesn't trust anyone with this.

So you don't have the posibility to be there with him thru all the thing, but expect some frustated sex once it ends, cause he is coming to get you.

During all his lockdown on his room, he is sweating and moving around like a black cat.

You are on his mind, all day long, like a plague, and this is the first time that this happens to him.

That is more or less when he confirmed that he loved you, but that is a matter for another time.

Erik "Cobra"

He becomes submissive and curls himself around you like a snake.

Don't even try to move, hang out with other people or go to social events, even if there is the two of you that had to go.

He says that otherwise the others, he gets cold and that's why he needs your warmth and curl around you.

You don't know if that is true or not, but you have no way to confirm it.

It is really comfortable in fact, the not so comfy part is him wandering his hands around your private parts and his body rubbing against yours.

He has the lest agressive or the shortest heat cause he probably could make some poison that can help him controle it.

[beebeeswee]

✨just dragon slayer things✨

they're all hoarders. we've seen natsu's house, which is just a giant scrapbook. but i can see gajeel picking up loose screws off the pavement, wendy's pockets being full of shiny rocks and seaglass, or sting's house being filled with sun/light catchers.

they're always putting things in their mouths. wendy was a thumbsucker, laxus is a gum chewer, cobra is a biter, rouge chews the end of pencils when he's thinking and if natsu doesn’t have enough hands to carry something, he’ll just hold it in his mouth.

lizards are cold blooded, and while the dragon slayers DO generate internal heat (since they have human bodies) they're still drawn to the sun. lying in patches of sunlight like cats and sunbathing in the summer.

this carries over into winter, they get cold SO easily. they eat more in winter too, and laxus the diva won't ever take jobs in cold climates (that fur coat is fashion/function).

subtle or extreme emotions are almost always communicated through animalistic sounds. natsu and gajeel growl and roar, erik hisses, and while carla has mostly trained it out of wendy, if she's really surprised or scared the sound she makes is less like a human shout and more like a bark/yelp, or a whimper when she's sad or fearful.

they are very sensory seeking. hands in running water, standing in the breeze, stepping on the pavement a certain way, fidgeting, weighted blankets, jumping and hanging off stuff, listening to music way too loud.

this also means that have strong sensory avoidances. gajeel HATES getting his hair cut, natsu hates the feeling of heavy clothes, erik hates loud noises, rouge doesn't like bright lights (apart from sting's, since he's so accustomed to it), wendy is sensitive to sudden temperature changes

They're very protective of each other. they're like a pack. this also means that they're protective of each other's partners. rouge might not know levy, but he walks her home after late night trips to the library, completely silently. it unnerved her the first time, but now she enjoys the company and he lets her talk in any language she wants. laxus will watch dozens of people struggle to reach things only his giant self can without helping, but will pass things down for Lucy without her asking. wendy and freed's underrated friendship! he thinks he's taking care of wendy because she's his boyfriend's little sister, and she thinks she's protecting her brother's boyfriend - which results in them being drawn to each other in anxious situations, sitting next to each other in unfamiliar or loud places.

[soup-zuzu]

Low quality fairy tail my beloved

[arisu79]

‘GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO I GUESS..?’

‘When you wake up and you see sabertooth’s dragon slayer beside you’

sting eucliffe x reader; drabble suggestive; not proofread lmao

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THE mornings of magnolia are peaceful; the merchant city was in no way lacking funds nor excitement. Despite the guild being at fault for most of the noise, they've been calming down as of late. Even though you don't wake up with a headline of Fairytail destroying a mountain or a nearby city anymore, you can't help but yearn for Magnolia's token guild.

"Gone are the days of fairytail's prime," or so you've heard.

With any guild getting knocked down a peg on the boards, others will fill the empty space of those who once ruled. One of those guilds is Sabertooth. They've been getting notorious these past few years. Especially the little mages they've recruited as of late, the twin dragons especially. Sabertooth’s very own dragon slayers.

So why the hell is Sabertooth's Sting Eucliffe next to you?!

Out of all things you expected to see in the morning, this wasn't on the list at all! Your eyes met a sea of dark blue; his gaze fixated on you. Lying a few inches from you is a top mage of the new era.

"What the.."

"Mornin’ sleeping beauty.”

You lifted yourself up with the support of your arms, brows furrowed as you stared at the man bewildered. Your hair falling against your shoulder. Only then did you realise the less than pg predicament you’re in, catching a glimpse of the blond’s sculpted body as the warm morning rays cast in. Snapping out of your trance as a smirk creeped onto Sting’s face.

“Like what you see?”

As you sat up, you shifted away from the blond even with the current soreness present. When your back hit your bedroom wall, you held onto the hem of your blanket while covering up for dear life. Sting’s gaze never left you, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand. Still laying on his side casually as he held his head up.

“I don’t really see the point in what you’re doing y’know, though, if it makes you feel better than sure.”

“I’m sorry- do you mind explaining what you’re doing here?” You said with a shaky tone. The boy’s sights briefly went to the ceiling before coming onto you again.

“Eh.. um, I needed directions, you showed me around, and now we’re here.”

‘THIS GUY IS USELESS OH MY DAYS.’

“Uh huh..”

“Yup, hey, I think we had a pretty great time. You and me, we should do this more often-”

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE PLEASE.” You exclaimed, your leg (trying and failing at) pushing him off the bed.

“Hey hey hey- calm down princess! I got it! I’ll leave soon alright!” Sting stated, only then did you lay him off from the leg power. He sat up, legs crossed. He kinda looked like a kicked puppy..? His brows slightly furrowed alongside a slight frown. Posture slumped and the aura around him downturned as he stared at the sheets.

You felt kinda bad. Your shoulders dropped as your expression softened slightly. After what seemingly felt like minutes you spoke.

“Um.. I’m really sorry. This isn’t any way to treat a guest..” The boy perked up, trying (and failing) to look at you discreetly. You hesitated before continuing, a soft smile coming onto your face as you met your gaze with his.

“Would you like to eat anything?”

“Mhm.. I mean, since yer offering. I’d go for some daisies right now.”

“What???”

As Sting came closer, you tensed up. His hand caressing your shoulder, his touch gentle.

“Calm down would ya?”

“Mhm hm..”

Only if he knew how fast your heart was beating. Though the glint in his eyes speak for themselves.

©arisu79.2026

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Hi, I was wondering, since you saw you did future kids scenarios for MHA, and I wanted to give Fairy Tail some love, so if it's alright to ask, could you possibly do a Natsu, Gray, Lucy, Juvia, Erza, and maybe Rogue and Sting, also any character(s) you want to add x Reader (gender can vary for all of them), where it's Future kids Scenarios? You can be creative with this however you want. Give it some flair and pizzazz? I absolutely love your works, and seeing that you do Fairy Tail is great, cause I just started watching Fairy Tail since my sister watched it, so I wanted to give it a try, and reading x reader fics is a good motivator to start an anime too.

Fairy tail Characters meeting their future children

Natsu

Natsu who’s completely clueless. Completely. Has no clue what he’s even looking at, despite the small boy being practically identical to him. Same pink hair, same eyes, same scarf. Yet, he’s clueless. It’s not very surprising but still. It’s even worse when the boy yells out “Papa!” while running in his direction. 

Natsu who’s partially frozen when the kid jumps into his arms. He reacts in time to catch the boy, but he’s definitely too confused to move. Instead he’s just staring down at the kid in his arms. “Papa?” again nothing. “Papa!” The kid is clearly growing irritated at the idea of being ignored. It takes Natsu a minute. "Wait me???” The kid just looks so unimpressed. 

Natsu who’s still just standing there. He can smell you walking up behind him, and at the same time the kid shifts. “MAMA!” The kid is trying so hard to wiggle out of his grasp now, making a beeline towards you. Throwing himself right at you. Of course your response is much different, your mind having already grasped the situation at hand. Scooping your son up into your arms.

Natsu who’s still super confused when the kid, who is a carbon copy of himself starts babbling in your arms and calling you ‘Mama’ It’s not until Lucy explains it all that his brain begins to function. “That's our kid?? When did we have a baby??” … close enough. 

Lucy

Lucy who’s shocked when Virgo shows up with a toddler in her arms. The toddler in question is a carbon copy of you. So what's even stranger is the fact they’re practically jumping out of Virgo’s arms into hers with an ear piercing “MAMA” It doesn’t take her very long at all to understand, or at least gather an idea of the situation. 

Lucy who’s immediately trying to figure out where it came from. It’s a bit hard to hear what's even going on with everyone yelling. And it’s definitely taking a lot of strength to not yell at Natsu for his absurd logic. “NO NATSU I DID NOT HAVE A BABY.” “THEN WHY IS IT CALLING YOU MAMA??”  “THATS WHAT I’M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT” 

Lucy who doesn’t trust any of her teammates to not drop the poor kid on their head. So she’s keeping them close to her chest, though it’s not like the kid was even gonna consider letting her put them down. The second you come into view though, the situation quickly changes. The kid is instantly begging to be in your arms. Non-stop asking for “Ups” 

Lucy who already knew, but now that there was confirmation? There was no denying the feelings she harboured. Not anymore. And she had to admit, the way you looked with the kid in your arms definitely made her feel some type of way…

Gray

Gray who’s probably freaking out the kid more than they were by the situation. The look he’s giving the kid is one of disgust, but he doesn’t mean it like that. He’s just shocked that there's a stubby toddler standing right in front of him with their hands raised in the air saying “Up daddy, up!” As far as he was aware he didn’t have a child, nor did he plan on having any anytime soon. He couldn’t really deny the kid either, the kid was a carbon copy of him and knowing the magic of this world, the kid probably was his, just from the future. 

Gray who literally doesn’t know how to comfort the kid, so he’s carrying them to the guild as fast as he possibly can. And the second he slams those doors open, all eyes are on him. Well, on the kid in his arms. The kid takes a quick look around the guild hall, before wiggling themself out of his grasp. Yelling “MAMA” while running as fast as their chubby legs will take them. He watches as the kid slams themself into your legs, almost knocking you over.

Gray who’s stuck in place. Unusually still. His mind is going blank, but he’s moving over to you before it even registers. The kid is still trying to climb you by the time he makes it over, it’s then that he notices you’re just as shocked as he is. “Daddy! Help!” the kid looks over at him, trying to get his help. The kid seems to just wanna be in your arms. “Uh, dud- bud. I think we should leave her alone”  he says while scooping the kid up and beginning to walk in the opposite direction, a bit mortified. “NO! I want Mama!” He can feel his face heating up. Real unusual for an ice wizard. 

Erza

Erza who takes on the role of this random child's mother immediately. This random child who appeared out of thin air yelling “Mommy!” at her. She quickly scoops up the small child, cradling them close to her chest. Leaving her teammates shocked at how quickly she accepted her fate. When the child cuddles into her, burying their head in the crook of her neck, she finds herself gently rubbing their back while hushing them with a soft “Mommy’s here” Again, shocking all her teammates at such an affectionate act.

Erza who’s happily chatting away with the toddler as they all return to the guild hall. Well, was happily chatting until the child saw you. Before she knows it the child is on the ground and running in your direction. She watched as you too immediately scooped them up. Holding them just as close as she had been moments ago. She watches how you comfort the child, slowly rocking them back and forth. When she makes her way over she can hear the two of you softly chatting. “Mommy’s coming, shhh” she hears the kid giggle before tucking themself into your chest. 

Erza who makes direct eye contact with you. She can feel her face beginning to flush. She’s not questioning anything, well she is, but it’s not about where the child came from, that much is obvious. No, she’s questioning when the two of you will finally have them? When do you two get together? Will you take to them just as quickly as you did just now? She’s honestly spiraling, in a good way? 

Juvia

Juvia who’s SOBBING when she sees that child fling themself at you. Had she really been so blind as to ignore the fact you had a secret child? Surely she knew you well enough. She basically stalked your every move. So where was this coming from? She felt betrayed. She was so upset she hadn’t even heard the “Why mama crying?” come from the small child situated on your hip. She didn’t hear the footsteps walking in her direction either.

Juvia who doesn’t notice until she feels a tug at her sleeve. Looking up she sees you and the small child that is a carbon copy of you. “Mama okay?” the child asks while looking right at her. And immediately, she’s ecstatic. Ripping the baby from your arms. And cradling them to her chest. Still sobbing, but now? Happy tears. She’s holding the child up right in front of her and nuzzling into them, like they’re the cutest thing on the planet, and well, they are. “MAMA’S OKAY NOW THAT YOU’RE HERE”

Juvia who’s getting a bit too excited… You can’t even really understand what she’s saying anymore, something about you guys being a happy family and having 32 more babies? And you have to admit, the sight before you does make your heart clench, and surely it’s doing the same to her, just at a much greater scale.

Laxus

Laxus who feels a strange sense of jealousy when he enters the guild after a two week long mission to see you, sat at a table with Juvia and Levy while cradling a baby against your chest. As he gets closer he can see a small hand playing with your hair. All while you smile down at the tiny human in your arms. His heart hurts a little, He’s liked you for so long, and this whole time you’ve been with someone else? So he decides to ignore your existence, immediately heading to the bar to order something strong. 

Laxus who’s silently sulking when notices how quiet everything had gotten. He can see the mortified look on Gramp's face, a look that's directed at him. And suddenly he feels the slightest tug at the sleeve of his coat. When he turns, he sees you along with the small child still clutching his coat. “Huh” “Dada?” looking up at you, you seem to share the curious look on his face as the child once again repeats “Dada!” looking just a bit more frustrated from being ignored. He hears Gramps clearing his throat, an obvious cue to take the child from you. And so he does. But when you try to walk away from the scene the child starts fussing all over again. “MAMA!” holding out their tiny hand for you to hold. And when you do they cuddle right into his chest, and despite the slightly uncomfortable position you three all feel pretty content. 

Laxus whose heart is pounding in his chest, though he’d never admit it. He doesn’t have to drink away his feelings. Because clearly this child you had is still yours, but it’s also his. He listens as Levy seems to give the guild a run-down on the situation at hand. It makes sense he supposes. And secretly, he’s looking forward to it all.

Gajeel

Gajeel who apparently has beef with a random baby? A baby that came out of literally nowhere. The baby clearly does not like him. Trying their very best to wiggle out of his arms, despite the only other option being the cold hard ground. After a very painfully long walk back to the guild, with an exceptional baby in his arms the baby finally settles down. For an entire two seconds. And once the baby is done scanning their surroundings they let out a shriek “MAMA” and starts wiggling even more if even possible. This time with a very clear objective in mind. And when he finally sets the poor kid down, they bolt in your direction. Pulling themself to sit right next to you at your table.

Gajeel who doesn’t want to say anything, but he’s pissed. Not only did this brat cause him such a struggle, you of all people were their mother. Great. Now his day was ruined. You had a baby with some guy? Even though he’d worked his ass off proving he changed, while he was trying to win you over. He’s waved over to explain where the hell the kid came from, and when he sits himself down beside you the kid is clearly pissed at his presence again, but finally decides to say something to him, after an entire walk of only sounds of frustration coming from them. “DADA! NO!” the kid makes a super weak attempt to push him away. “Damn brat” Great, so the brat was his. But hey, it was yours too.

Rogue

Rogue who was just trying to find Frosch who’d gotten lost again. He found himself freaking out in the streets, until he’d bumped into you. You’d been out on a quick quest with Lucy and Levy when you decided to go shopping, leaving them to continue the trip home. He’s quick to ask for your help in finding Frosch, and you’re quick to help. You’re both beginning to panic as the time goes by. That is until you see two small figures sitting on a bench nearby. On closer inspection, you realise one of the figures in question is Fro, but the other? You’ve got no clue. 

Rogue who’s shocked when the second figure flings off the bench and sprints right into you. “MAMA!” clearly you’re both shocked as you both say nothing, just watching the small child. And when they're satisfied with the hug they turn towards him. “Papa look! I found Fro!” Any recovery you’d made in those brief seconds vanished, and you’re both way more stunned than before. He watches as you crouch down next to the kid “Hey buddy, where's your mommy and daddy?” Clearly hoping the kid was just confused. But no. The kid confidently points back at the two of you. He can feel his face heating up. You? With someone like him? He must’ve won the lottery. 

Sting

Sting who was just trying to enjoy the celebration the kingdom put on after all those dragons invaded. He’d been so stressed out these last few days. So why now, why was there a toddler clinging onto his pant leg like their life depended on it? Every time someone tried to pull the kid away they’d shriek and tighten their hold on him. He found himself trying to ignore it. But he couldn’t ignore it when the kid would nuzzle their head into him every so often. It wasn’t until you walked by that he felt the hold on him loosen. He felt breathless as he watched you walk by. You’d been enemies up until now. You were a member of Fairy Tail, his competition, but he had to admit he’d been admiring you this whole time. He couldn’t bring himself to look away. And clearly the brat on his leg also saw something in you. 

Sting who feels the child completely let go. Before shyly walking over to you. “Mama?” he can hear them say softly, earning your attention. He watches you bend over, he sees the child grasping your hand and pulling you over to where he stood. “Daddy, I found mama” He thinks he heard the kid wrong. “What did you say?” “Daddy! I found mama!!!” they whine. He feels his face turning red, but can’t bring himself to look away from you. Instead he decides to shoot his shot. Making the future a reality.