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Summary

A collection of future Natsu/Lucy one-shots featuring the Dragneel children and the rest of Fairy Tail

Prompt Summary

"I put a spell on you, and now, you're mine."

—Winifred Sanderson, Hocus Pocus

From Fairy Small to Fairy Big

by

Magnafeana

Incantation and Dance

Ages

Igneel: 10

Mary Jane: 9

If people knew the Dreyar family, they knew Mirajane was as perky as they come.

She was the mother figure of all Fairy Tail. From her sweet smile to caring eyes to her soft voice, she was the one to go to advice and comfort. None of them knew what it took for her to be so kind to others. No one knew about the death of Edolas Lisanna Strauss. No one knew the old Mirajane who picked fights for the Hell of it. No one knew the demon look in her eye. No one knew her once-fear of her own Magic. How could they know? When she smiled at you, you felt relaxed. When she spoke to you, there was no judgement.

If people knew the Dreyar family, they knew Laxus was as brooding as they come.

His great-grandfather was a unique man—

(playboy, adventurer… Take your pick.)

—and a man who knew what he wanted and would get it no matter the cost. He had that irritating smirk that drove his wife crazy. But underneath all that cockiness, he was soft-hearted for the people he loved.

(He would never tell people he loved them though. He was too above that.)

Laxus' grandfather, the previous master, was a well-respected man. He was his father's son at one point in time. He was cocky, arrogant, wanted things and would take risks to get them. But as he grew and grew, he became a respected Mage and loved by many. He made friends. His family grew. And he learned what it took to protect his children, his brats, from harm.

Laxus' father—

Let's not talk about that.

Laxus himself brooded and did so religiously. It was his thing. It was his identity. He was in his thoughts and when he wasn't, he was watching his wife work.

If people knew the Dreyar family, they knew Lance was as caring as they come.

Some call Lance's caring a weakness. He was that boy to see an earthworm on a sidewalk and put it into the grass so it may start its work. He was that boy to find a baby bird and nurse it back to health. He was that boy who cried when others called him stupid. But he was a caring boy. A nice, caring boy with ridiculously snow-white hair and glowing emerald eyes.

If people knew the Dreyar family, they knew Mary Jane was as angered as they come.

No one knew why she was angry. Then again, no one cared to ask. Even for such a little thing of bleached golden hair and blank sea-blue eyes, she kept to herself and could only talk in short spurts filled with winter-ice coldness. She disliked the thought of making friends—

(Not liking making friends in Fairy Tail was something that rarely happened.)

—and disliked the thought of being around her guild mates. The only people she relatively got along with was Penelope—they never spoke—and Paige—their talk was limited. There was no one she would willingly talk to without growing angry.

Especially Igneel Dragneel.

He was a bundle of energy and sun and warm things. He enjoyed making people laugh and seeing smiles. It was almost his goal to make everyone be cheerful like him. It was how his parents raised him. It was how both his parents were. He could not help his everlasting happiness.

Mary Jane loathed it.

So, here she was, sitting at Fairy Tail's Halloween party in her lonesome corner. She was dressed as a mummy—

(Not by choice. Mirajane had been heavily insistent.)

—but did not care. Her eyes were closed and her earbuds were in as she listened to music to distract herself. She hated being in the guild. She hated the happiness. She wanted to go home where she could bask in solitude and quiet.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mary Jane ignored it.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mary Jane opened an eye to see Igneel standing before her, grin and all. His costume was some sort of gladiator—

("Doesn't Igneel look so cute?" Mirajane had squealed.

Mary Jane had ignored her and did not even spare him a passing glance.)

—and with those fangs and his deep onyx eyes, he would be mistaken for a fearsome fighter.

Mary Jane took out an earbud and glared at him. "What?" she snapped.

Igneel laughed and held out a hand. "Come join the party," he urged.

"No." One word filled with such an icy tone should not be possible.

Igneel was persistent. He knew she would not just give in the first time. "Come on, MJ! Don't be such a buzzkill!"

"Don't call me 'MJ'. It pisses me off," Mary Jane growled.

(If Mira ever knew her little girl used the words "pissed off", Laxus would be a dead man.)

Igneel did not relent. "Please?" he tried.

Mary Jane stood up. "No," she rejected again.

"But all my friends have to—"

"I'm not your anything." Mary Jane shouldered past him. "Find other friends. I'm not yours."

"Abracadabra!"

Mary Jane huffed and turned around to give him a glare. "What was that?" she demanded.

"Well, now you're my friend!" Igneel said triumphantly. "I put a spell on you, so now, you're mine."

Mary Jane only scowled. "I am not your—!"

Igneel stood in front of her. He was a little taller than her, and he used it every advantage he could get. He put his hands on her shoulder and a serious look crossed his face. "MJ," he said solemnly.

Mary Jane growled. "Don't call me—!"

She stopped.

Igneel's forehead was rested on hers.

"I know you don't like me and all," Igneel confessed. "I really do. And I get it. But… Maybe just this once? Could we please just be friends? Just this once?"

Mary Jane growled and shoved him away.

Igneel fell on his butt and winced.

"You really piss me off," came a mutter.

Igneel looked to see Mary Jane looking away from him with an embarrassed blush on her face. "But… Well… If this is only just a one-time thing, then…" She blushed even more, looking hotly uncomfortable, and extended a hand. "Fine, you moron. Let's be friends for right now and dance."

Igneel blinked in disbelief. "Really?"

Mary Jane quickly shot him a tempered look. "I'm not saying that again."

Igneel leapt to his feet, and his eyes brightened. A sunny grin took over his face. "Awesome! I've been waiting for you to be my friend!" He took her hand and guided her to the dance floor. "Come on! Let's dance!"

Mary Jane allowed herself to be dragged. "Don't get any ideas, moron. This is a one-time thing. Nothing more," she reminded.

"Well, if this is a one-time thing, then I want to make sure you have the awesomest time," Igneel said. He turned his head to give her a smile. "So, for the rest of the night, you're mine, okay? Just mine. I don't want to share you if I can't have you tomorrow."

As Igneel turned back around, Mary Jane stared at the back of his head in wonder.

Just his, huh?

She lowered her face and a small smile went onto her face. "You stupid moron."