Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
I've always loved the idea of Sting and Rogue being NaLu and GaLe babies, so to see it boom in popularity thanks to a few amazing fanartists makes my heart flutter. I wasn't sure how I could get it to work with the canon material, but I tried. And even if doesn't turn out to be true, oh well. So here, enjoy some crack theory drabbles!
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one. a mother's love
Her son is perfect.
Hardly two hours old, but he is already her world.
(It doesn't feel like it is dying anymore.)
He is soft, quiet, and pink. Eyes closed, tucked into the crook of her arm and held to her breast. His small fingers have a light (but it is strong and grasping for such a small person) on one of hers. They are lucky, she thinks. So lucky to have made it, to have been blessed with such a beautiful baby boy despite the roar of a dragon and cries of battle that echo outside.
She tries to picture how he will look when he is older. Like Natsu, with a finely shaped jaw and fierce in the eyes. Or perhaps like Jude, with a posture that is proud and strong. Her own mother's shade blonde hair is already showing through in a small tuft at the top of his head.
Like most children born after the summer X791, he was not planned and they were unmarried. But for Lucy there is no regret in bringing this child into the world. It would be dangerous, a huge risk, they had said. For her, the child, and everyone else on their side.
Another mouth to feed. One more bath to give. An extra burial (or maybe two, if the worst were to happen).
But she is not the first mother of war, and she will certainly not be the last. Her mind drifts to Levy, wonders if she is safe. Of course she is, Lucy smiles to herself. Gajeel would never allow anything to happen to her or their own unborn child.
Erza peers through the door of the bedroom in their makeshift home, a small abandoned shack of a place whose owners were long gone. She too looks tired and exhausted (but she'll hold, stay on her feet, always does – she glues us all together) however there is a sparkle of affection that glitters at the sight of mother and babe. "Feeling better?" she asks quietly.
Lucy answers with a smile she cannot contain as she returns her gaze to her child, "Yeah. We're fine."
Erza steps closer to the bed and kisses the top of Lucy's head softly before she starts cooing over the sleeping new-born, "You have visitors already, aren't you a popular little man?"
Her attention turns back to Lucy. "Do you want to see them now? I think they're just about fed up with Natsu."
The new mother laughs gently, trying not to disturb him. She has a good idea of what her partner has been doing given the huge grin that had plastered itself on his face and never faded even as he had left her to rest. Or from the loud proclamations of "I'm a dad! I AM A DAD!" that had risen from down the hall not too long ago. And how unaffected his joy had been even after Gray had thrown a rattle at his face.
Lucy hums an answer as she gently rocks her little boy. Her mind does not even wonder to question who might be here, and at such an ungodly hour (Erza didn't seem worried, and Lucy unconsciously trusts her judgement without any fault). She is too preoccupied with cradling the most precious thing she has ever had, praying that he'll remain beautiful and unscathed and loved for the rest of his life. A promise she'll give her remaining arm, her legs, her life to see through. Even if that means that one day she will have to let go of his hand.
When Levy bounds through the door calling her name Lucy looks up speechless and surprised. Her best friend locks her arms around her neck in a close hug. For a split moment Lucy attempts to reach her free arm out to pull her closer. But she quickly remembers it's not there, and she can't let go of her son.
"He is beautiful," she hears whispered into her ear, and all Lucy can do is bury her face into the side of Levy's to hide the tears that are threatening to fall.
They pull apart and smile brightly at one another – words are not needed. Levy hasn't looked this happy in a long time. Her pregnancy is noticeable now and she's glowing as a mother should despite the difficulties and struggles of the world in flames that has entrapped them all.
Their children will grow up together as a family with as good a life as they can give them. Even if they can't push each other on a swing or run around a lush green park, at least they will have one another to rely on. It is dreams and hopes for their children that binds these two women together and has kept them sane over the years.
Lucy can hear Natsu and Gajeel bantering just outside the room. They threaten to take one another on, and the girls share a knowing look. They won't fight, but this is normal. Just like how things once were a long time ago. It is their way of coping, and it makes their partners feel at ease.
(But if Levy has a son, they will not be having a similar relationship to that of their fathers'. It is a mutual agreement they made a long time ago. A second set of bickering buffoons would be intolerable.)
Levy leans in and rubs the tears from her good friend's face gently, beaming with shared joy, brushing messily long golden locks out of Lucy's face. She will make an incredible mother when the time comes.
"So have you finally decided on a name?" she asks excitedly, staring with wonder at the child.
Lucy focuses her attention back to the baby stirring in her arms as they chat. He looks up at her soft and loving gaze, following the sound her voice while her heart fills elation because he can recognise her and feel the unconstrained adoration that is for him and him alone.
There are tears running down her cheeks, but her eyes are filled with love. Lucy grins and introduces her son.
Notes: Next will be something more Rogue based – I want to try and keep a fair balance between the boys. The characters this is listed under will change accordingly with whoever has the spotlight in the most recent story. And I'm super excited about writing more for this!
