~Okay, so life has been pretty in the way and I'll be honest with y'all, I've been increasingly distracted from writing in one way or another but hopefully I can get back into this to give you at least a steady weekly update on Fridays. I'm sorry for the delay my beautiful souls!~

Chapter 35

The little blonde honestly couldn't tell if she was nauseous from the anxiousness from standing outside Porlyusica's hut or from the stack of chocolate chuck pancakes and spinach salad she ate for breakfast, but either way, she wasn't going to earn any brownie points if she up chucked over the banister of old woman's porch, so she focused on the bonds of her mates buzzing with excitement as she waited outside her door in the freezing cold.

The moment the healer cracked the door open, Lucy's words were gushing from her mouth, "I was hoping you could do a quick check up on the little lizards and let us know their gender!"

Laxus' hand caught the door before the pink-haired woman could slam it, adding sarcastically, "Please."

Narrowing her already shrewd eyes at the towering man, she opened the door to let Lucy in before her voice, heavy with disdain, spoke to the three dragons on her porch, "You three can wait out here while I check her and the dragons," successfully slamming the door in their faces before locking it.

Natsu had already taken a seat on the steps, knowing full well that they were not going to be invited into the witch's hut, his voice casual as he asked the two older mages behind him, "What do you think Lucy will be like on Christmas?"

Raising a studded brow as the Iron dragon leaned against railing of the porch, his voice filled with genuine confusion, "What'dya mean, ash-for-brains?"

Rolling his starry onyx eyes, annoyed that he had to clarify, "I mean, Luce loves, and I mean loves, Christmas. She goes into total cheer-mode and with her being pregnant, she's going to be extra nuts. I offered to help her decorate one year and I spent the next three days putting up lights over every inch of her apartment. Your house is way bigger than her apartment."

Laxus offered with a shrug, "Maybe she doesn't want to do anything too flashy this year."

"Tch, I doubt that. She wants to go to the guild after this. Do ya know what's goin' on at the guild today?," Gajeel asked the blonde incredulously.

"No?"

The young dragon answered with a bored tone as he melted the fat snowflakes that fell into his open palm, "Mira and Max are making the final decisions for the Christmas party."

Realizing what that meant for them, Laxus rubbed his hands down his face, "Fuck."

Letting out a throaty chuckle before the Iron dragon tacked on, "And it's been awhile since Bunny's been to the guild, her little belly will have the women all sorts'a worked up. We'll be lucky if we get outta there before midnight."

"Fuck."

Unhelpfully adding to the conversation, Natsu's rich voice spoke up as he laced his fingers behind his head, "And Gramps has been trying to get you to come to the guild for the last month," toothy grin splitting his face as he looked up at the groaning blonde.

Mumbling under his breath, "Why don't you just poke a hot iron into my eye socket while you're at it?"

Giving the older mage a sly grin, he drawled easily, "Totally doable, Sparkles."

In a rush, the cranky woman opened the door, let Lucy out, and spoke evenly, "Congratulations, you're having twin boys, now get off my porch," and slammed the door, locks clicking back into place.

With a huge beaming grin, Lucy's voice was bright and expectant, "Well, what do you say, Daddy Dragons? You'll be welcoming your sons into the world in six months."

Within a minute of each other, the Iron and Lightning slayers were flanking each side of her, their cold noses nuzzling into her hair with loud purrs resonating between them, making the Celestial mage's sweet giggles fall from her lips.

Laxus' voice was husky with excitement as his fingers splayed across her belly over the thick wool of her jacket, "I'm going to have a son; a dragon slayer son."

With a throaty chuckle, Gajeel's voice was rough as he taunted the older mage, "And my son's gonna kick your's pansy ass."

"Somehow I doubt that, Metel Mouth," lifting his head to stare at the Iron dragon from over their mate's head.

Stepping down from Porlyusica's porch with a sigh, Lucy looped her arm through Natsu's and headed towards the guild, her older dragons bickering good-naturedly not far behind them the whole time.

Making to the outskirts of town, the little blonde looked up at her Fire dragon's big, toothy grin, her voice tentative and probing, "Natsu?"

Without breaking stride or smile, he looked down into her wide, sparkling eyes, "Yeah, Princess?"

"Are you okay, I mean, with everything going on?," pulling them to a halt in the middle of the street.

Before he could answer his mate's very loaded question, the Iron slayer's gravelly voice cut in, a hand firm on her back, as his ruby-gold eyes searched hers for something that could be wrong, "Why'd ya stop right the fuck here, Bunny? Are ya okay? Do ya need ta hurl?"

Rolling her eyes playfully at his newly developed overly-cautious nature, when Lucy came down to clean up the kitchen the day after Bickslow came over, she couldn't get the cabinet under the sink open because he had put locks on all the 'dangerous' cabinets, her voice was light as she leaned up on her tiptoes, "I am fine, Big guy. I just want to have some time to talk to Natsu, so would you please head to the guild? We'll be right behind you," before giving him a chilly kiss and patting his chest with her mittened hand, adding meaningfully, "I promise."

Laxus' deep baritone drawled from beside her, his arms crossed over his chest as he ducked to meet her gaze purposefully, "I am not stepping one foot into that fucking warzone without you, Blondie. I don't care how fast those little legs of yours catch up."

Giving a little sigh, she thought it over for a moment with her chin cradled in the pink fluff of her mittens, before she relented, "Okay, so how about you both walk ahead of us and pretend you can't hear what we are saying?"

With a quick nod, the Lightning slayer spoke a simple, "Better," before grabbing the Iron dragon's arm and making it six strides, turning back to give her a look that she received as 'well? your little legs aren't moving', so with another roll of her golden eyes, she lifted her fiery dragon's arm over her shoulder to keep her warm and followed the older mages.

After a quiet beat, his soothing, rich timbre was uncharacteristically quiet and worldly as he finally answered, "Honestly? I think it's better for them this way. I don't think it would have made it real for them if you were just having my hatchling," shooting her a snide grin before he hugged her tighter to his body, seemingly very under dressed for the weather with his bare chest beneath his open jacket, his voice playful as he whispered to her, "Plus, it'll make it all the better when little Iggy kicks his older brother's butts."

"In your dreams, Fire Fuck!," the raven haired slayer yelled back to the pair behind him.

Their Celestial mage sing-songed with her hands cupped over her mouth, "You can't hear what we are saying, Gajeel." Completely unaware of all the stares the group of them were attracting, which were numerous to say the least, she bent down to scoop up a big wad of the sticky snow that had been falling steadily since she had woken up in a literal nest of dragons and chucked it, channeling just enough of Sagittarius' power to hit the Iron slayer square in the back of his head through the crowd of people of people doing some last minute Christmas shopping.

The moment the ball of ice connected with his skull, he was stopped dead in the middle of the busy canal-front. The deadly aura emanating from every pore of his body making the poor unsuspecting passersby give him an extremely wide berth as he turned his glinting ruby-gold slanted eyes back to the little shaky form of his mate, her giggles snaking their way into his head from her perch behind the young Fire dragon.

Before Gajeel could retaliate, Lucy was using Natsu as a human shield to make her way passed him, her mittened hands gripping his sides like desperate vices to keep her upright in the slick snow and to prevent the inevitable backlash that's to come from her as his head turned to follow the pair until they were backing their way closer towards the guild hall at a snail's pace. Her golden eyes shining with a confident play that only spurred the Iron slayer's inner dragon to pounce, to claim, his spitfire mate.

So with a sly, knowing grin, he stalked behind the duo, Laxus' throaty chuckles followed closely behind the whole way to the guild, knowing just how patient his draconian-kin can be when it comes to the little blonde woman.

With a rush just before her back hit the wood of the guild's front door, she flipped the two around and all but shoved Natsu into the safety of the hall, announcing their arrival with their usual flair. Happy's little furry body barreling towards them with a beaming smile on his face until her connected with the Celestial mage's wool covered chest, "LUUUUSSHHHEEEE! YOU'RE HERE!"

Chuckling to the weepy exceed, her voice soothing as she hugged him, "I was starting to miss you too much, Happy." Pulling him up so she could whisper to his fuzzy ear, "How is staying with Carla going?"

With an enthusiastic nod, Happy whispered back, "We made snow angels together yesterday."

Another squeeze of her arms later, she let him fly over to where Wendy and Gray were talking with Erza and Carla about the painting the bedrooms pink for the twins, even though none of them knew they were planning the bedrooms of two boys.

The Fire slayer completely entranced with watching their nakama's reaction to his mate as she removed her jacket to reveal the long-sleeved mustard cowl neck sweater-dress, its stretchy material tight over the bump holding the tiny Dragon Slayer boys. He was less than surprised to see the proud smile spread across her face as the woman of Fairy Tail collectively squealed and surrounded her in a tight circle. Natsu was incredibly surprised to see Cobra at the center, his good eye closed tight with his pointed ear pressed to her stomach, an almost imperceptible hint of a smile on his deeply tanned face.

Faster than he could call the acidic man out for his actions, he had shoved his way back through the uncaring crowd to sit back at the bar where he usually sat, sipping at the bleach tonic he usually drank, without an further words or movement. Laxus, having saw the Poison slayer's position in front of the mate, quickly made his way over the the older mage to fill the spot next to him, earning a grunt of acknowledgment before the smooth, velvety voice of the maroon-haired dragon slithered into his ear, "So it'll be a mini me for the both of you. Joy of joys."

Knowing that Erik, aside from Bickslow with his ability see their souls, probably knew more about his sons than anyone else in the room, took the sarcasm dripping from between his fangs in stride and grabbed himself a mug of beer. After a few moments filled with only the high-pitched chattering of the ladies of their guild, Laxus drew easily from over the froth of his rim, "Can you sense their magic?"

"Of course I can."

"And...?" The back and forth between the two oldest dragons of the seven had always been utilitarian; one asks a question, one gives an answer and they both enjoy the comfortable silence between.

Shooting the Lightning slayer a devious and unnerving smile, his words practically oozed from his lips, "And Bright Eyes will have a hell of a time with the five-ring dragons circus she's ringmaster of."

With a roll of his shining blue eyes, he drawled, "We already knew that, asshole, and you know that's not what I meant."

The mischief of his amethyst eye sparkled, "And ruin the surprise? Fuck that."

"I guess I should have known you'd be a fucking dick about it," with a tone that shown of their easy friendship without an ounce of anger towards his fellow slayer.

Cobra couldn't help but give the Lightning mage a small, genuine smile before drawling, "Probably should have, Sparkler."

Meanwhile Lucy was getting down to business with Mira and Max after shaking off the wandering hands of the rest of the guild, "But I feel like, regardless of the fact that literally everyone except for me will be drunk before nine, we should at least have some fun things to do. Maybe we could have some games or something," her eyes bright with cheer before she clapped her hands, "Or maybe everyone can bring Christmas-themed food...desserts..."

Mira's sapphire eyes had hearts that hadn't left them since the pig-tailed blonde came in and unveiled her rounded midsection, her voice distracted as she answered, "Are you sure you don't just want more sweet options? We're already having a cake and about a million different kinds of cookies."

"Mmm, right...any more than that would be overkill...," slight disappointment heavy in her voice as she leaned her chin in the palm of her hand, her other absently rubbing the under curve of her belly.

Suddenly, Juvia's willowy frame was standing at to her side, her voice an attempt to keep her very obvious excitement contained as she spoke to the Celestial mage, "Juvia was wondering if there was to be a baby shower for the twins. Juvia would be more than happy to help plan one with the Dragon Tamer."

"AND ME! Oh, and me," the little Solid Script mage popped her head up from the book she was reading with such a quick move, Lucy was worried her friend might have pulled something in her neck.

"Well, that's actually perfect since the two of you are the godparents of the ornery half of my dragon twins. I could use all the help I can get especially from...Juvia?," pausing when she turned to notice the Water mage had disappeared, only to look down see she had melted into a puddle of blissful babbling, her voice light, "Oh for Mavis' sake...how am I supposed to plan this when you can't even stay solid, Juvia," breaking into a fit of little giggles as Levy carefully stepped over the Rain Woman to plop next to the blonde, her petite frame extremely close to her own curvy one.

Practically vibrating with excitement, her blunette friend was trying to keep the volume of her voice at acceptable levels as she asked, "Will it be a gender reveal baby shower? Please tell me it'll be a gender reveal party, I don't want to have to wait another six months to find out if my first godchild is a baby boy or a sweet baby girl."

Staring at the short woman who had her arms crossed over her chest out of defiance, her voice came out choked and incredulous, "First?! How many children are you planning to get out of me, Levy?"

With an air of nonchalance, she answered as she gave the Requip mage a little competitive glare from across the guild hall, "Erza and I have a bet and I want to win so I will ensure anyway I can to make sure you and Gajeel have more babies than you and Natsu."

As if the fact that they were making bets on the number of children she produced wasn't the issue at hand, Lucy asked earnestly as she rubbed the curve of her stomach absently, "And what of Laxus and I? What if we have more children than Gajeel and Natsu, what then?"

Pulled from her daze, the oldest Takeover mage sing-songed over her slim shoulder as she made her way back to the bar, "Then I win the trip to Akane Resort."

Blinking between the three woman who were all giving her very suggestive grins and having very intense glints hidden in their eyes, she abruptly stood up and exclaimed rather loudly, "I have to pee!" Looking around at the very odd stares she was being given by her nakama, she cleared her throat, a faint pink spreading across her cheeks before speaking in a much quieter tone, "I mean, I'll be right be back," and turning tail to book it in the general direction of the guild's ladies room.

Looking in the mirror of the bathroom to fix the crooked pigtails hanging low from either side of the nape of her neck, she heard the bathroom door open behind her, voice bright as she bent down to readjust the zipper of her over the knee boots, "I don't really think you can help the number of babies Gaj and I have by jumping me in the bathroom, Levy-chan."

"Not if Shrimp's the one doin' the jumpin'," the Iron slayer's deep gravel sounded from behind her as she heard the door's lock click into place. Oh, I knew he let me go way too easily. I'm going to pay for that snowball. Maybe I can work this to my advantage...Her hormones had been driving her insane since he gave her that predatory glare in the street and she had been dying to feel his magic in her veins. The need had been so overwhelming, she asked Porly if their magic would affect the little dragonlings, which she was very happy to learn she had the go ahead from the brusque woman.

Dropping her voice and adding a little rasp, she straightened slowly, making sure the curves of her back were accentuated when she turned her head to look at the smirking dragon from beneath her lashes, "Have you come to punish me for earlier, Master?"

"Is that what ya want, Little Rabbit?," he had make short work of the gap between them with a few strides of his long legs to press the girth of his cock into the valley of her ass as his breath ghosted over the shell of her ear, sending a wave of tingles from her neck, over the swell of her breasts making her nipples tighten under the smooth satin of her bra before shooting straight down the loose coil in her lower abdomen and she could feel her own arousal starting the soak through the material between her thighs.

The demand in her voice had his length aching for the amazing little woman who had turned to stare directly into his eyes in a blatant act of defiance, her hand snaking under the waist band of his loose white pants to skim over the velvety smooth skin of his tip, "I want your cock inside me right now. I want to feel your cum inside me and your magic within me."

His lips had spread into a deadly handsome smile as he delicately pulled her hand from him, his voice teasing, "Only if ya can manage to make it up to Sparky's office without getting him or the pink headed idiot to follow."

Narrowing her golden orbs at him, she pulled her hand from his grasp to grip his chiseled jaw between her thumb and her fingers, her voice low with skepticism, "What is with you dragons and Laxus' office? What's to stop me from heading back in there and pulling Laxus into a storage closet to ease the ache in my pussy? Or Natsu?"

Snaking his rough hands up the backs of her arms to grip her shoulders, the Iron slayer flipped the mouthy blonde around to pin her to his body, his left hand coming around so his thumb was gripping her just under the line of her jaw, his fingers cradling her lithe neck around her ear as his slitted, narrowed eyes bored into her through the reflection of the mirror in front of her. He could feel her racing pulse through the palm of his hand pulling a gruff growl from his chest, her own heaving chest was at odds with the overbearing scent of her arousal and the waves of need, of anticipation and excitement. His voice was dangerous as he watched her golden eyes trace the line of his right hand down to wear his dragon was nestled at her hip, "Open those pretty lips of yours and call them in here if ya want, I'll let ya go and watch but we both know," his grip on her jaw tightened enough to send a fresh wave of heat straight to her core, a wanton, filthy moan filling the space around them, "you've been cravin' me, love, not them."

Running her up the firm muscle of his thighs, her nails found purchase enough at his hips to grind back into the rock-hard length of his cock, her eyes full of her previous flames of defiance and rebellion as she met his, her voice full of the same fire lighting behind her eyes, "Right now, I want release and I will do whatever it takes to get it," pulling her hands from his body to lift her dress to bunch at the small of her back and shimmy out of her deep red panties before breaking his grip on her as she spread her legs, bracing herself on the counter before granting the growling dragon a sultry smile, her voice dropping low and raspy, "whether you give me that release or not, is completely up to you, Gajeel."

The sight of his mate, bare for him, bent for him, soaked for him, was enough to send his dragon into a ferocious, snarling mass in his gut, telling him to take, to claim, what's his even though his ego was bristled at the tiny blonde's taking control of the situation. When she gave an impatient, taunting shake of her hips, his resolve snapped and in a flash, he had loosened his pants, released his throbbing studded cock and sank deep into her awaiting heat, wet and tight for him.

In a cacophony of grunts, rough moans and the slick sounds of flesh hitting flesh with every thrust, he had set a bruising pace, pistoning in and out of her heat with a reckless abandon that forced him to grip her hips to keep her still. The rush of his piercings as they caressed her convulsing heat had her nerves blazing, her face contorted in rapture before she found her voice, husky and breathless as she ripped the collar of her dress over her shoulder, "Bite me...I need...to...feel you..."

His cocky grin reflected at her through the clear glass in front of them, her core clenching around him when his deep, throaty baritone danced over her ear, "With pleasure, love," his elongated fangs grazed over the pristine skin of her right shoulder before sinking in, slow and torturous, pulling her own throaty moan from her pouty lips.

The combined assault of his thick member and the molten steel flowing freely throughout her body was all-consuming. From the slow roll of her head to her curling toes in her boots, the explosive release she had desperately wanted was taking over, leaving her to ride out the completely involuntary convulsing of her muscles. Her core gripping him with such fervor, her threw his head back with a rumbling growl as his own release ripped through him, pumping in and out of the screaming blonde in his arms until he was satiated and panting in time with her. Having to grip the counter in front of him to stay upright, he caged her in with his bulging arms, his puffs of hot breath mingling into her hair as she reached behind her to cup his cheek, her voice more breathless than ever before, "I love you...so fucking much."

A few breathy chuckles left his mouth before nuzzling into her hair before pulling himself from her depths with a low moan from her slightly parted lips, he tucked his softening member back into his pants. Turning the perfect little woman around, his lips claimed hers in a slow kiss, tilting her head up to deepen it as he cradled the back of her head before lifting her to edge of counter.

With a small gasp as the chilly surface hitting her bare, fevered skin, she whimpered at the loss of contact before he knelt before her and spread her legs wide for him, his voice rough as it ghosted over the planes of her inner thighs, "I love you, Bunny Rabbit."

His words combined with the slow, languid flicks of his pierced tongue up her too-sensitive slit pulled another breathy sigh from her as his own purrs sent fresh waves through her core. The vibrations hitting the the bar through her clit forcing her thighs to clench around his head, "Gaj...I can't...it's too much...," her voice was pleading and sweet music to his ears. In an effort to rein in his own appetites, he sucked her bud into his mouth, the ball of his tongue connecting with the sensitive bundle as he laved over it in slow, easy motions. She was panting and gripping his hair almost painfully as she rode out a slow burning, too high peak before he pulled back and licked the remnants of her juices from his lips.

With his cocky smirk back on his face, he watched her all but melt back as she leaned back on her hands, her head resting against the glass of the mirror as she reached out blindly for her Iron dragon with an outstretched hand, "Help me up, please."

"Gihihi, how're your legs doin'?," his throaty chuckles echoed through the bathroom as she glared at him halfheartedly.

Putting a tentative foot on the ground to test just how her legs were actually doing, she was pleased to learn that while they were definitely rubbery, they hadn't quite reached newborn calf levels. With an easy tug, she replaced her underwear back over her core before readjusting her dress back down over the curves of her waist and fixing the collar. Her voice was bright as she laced her fingers with his, her free hand running through the raven silk of his hair, "Is the appeal of Laxus' office simply because it'll piss him off that he would have been the last dragon to take me there?"

Genuine shock crossed his face as his studded brows furrowed together, his baritone rough, "Ya mean to tell me that Sparkles hasn't bent ya over his desk yet?"

"Uhh, no?"

A booming laugh left his bulky frame as he draped his arm over her shoulder, their fingers still interlocked before shaking his head, his voice teeming with amusement as he unlocked the door to lead them back into the guild, "Gods, that is fuckin' priceless. Even Fire Pole beat him to it, which means," pressing a kiss into her golden waves, "we are gonna beat him to it, too."

Shaking her head as she mumbled under her breath, "Dragons...such ridiculous beings," before placing a kiss to each of his scarred fingers and returning to the fray to plan their baby shower.