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"Last chance, Natsu." Levy called across the field, stashing her light pen back in her boot as she finished reinforcing the runes protecting the area.

"Hell no. Bring it, McGarden!" Natsu laughed, carefully folding his scarf and setting it down as Laxus held his hands up from the centre of the training ring.

"I want a clean fight, no dirty tricks, and no pulling punches. First one to pass out or tap out, loses. Ready? Begin!"

Immediately Natsu hurled himself across the ring, fists ablaze. Levy just smirked, it was so very typical of Natsu to dive in head first, no real strategy outside of trying to pulverise his enemies.

Solid script: Vacuum

Unfortunately for the fire slayer, mating with Bickslow had opened up Levy's second origin which, combined with her strategic way of thinking, made her a far stronger opponent than Natsu had ever anticipated. Right now, she was running through every possible move and outcome, knowing that her current plan was literally just buying time to formulate an actual strategy, because while fire can't exist without air, Levy knew that Natsu had more than enough power to burn straight through her spell.

"Think, Levy! How do you beat a fire mage? Ice? Won't work. He's too used to sparring Gray. No, stop thinking about him in terms of fire. It's Natsu, all fists and no brains. You can't over power him, you have to out smart him."

Solid script: shield

Levy threw up a barrier just in time to deflect the roar Natsu unleashed, the sheer heat causing sweat to prickle on her forehead even from behind the makeshift wall. Tapping into her magic, she felt Bickslow inside her head. "Fuck yeah, amica. Show him what you're made of". Buoyed by his confidence in her, Levy called the babies to her, ignoring Natsu's cry of "no fair!"

Baryon Formation

Levy wasn't a fan of using the babies in battle, but the hysterical giggles she was hearing from the souls made her smile - apparently they were enjoying toying with Natsu far more than she was.

Just like she knew he would, Natsu ducked the blast of green, which left a sizeable crater on the ground where he had been standing, and rushed towards her.

"Let's finish this! Fire Dragon: Iron..."

Figure Eyes

Levy kept her voice at a whisper, raising her gaze to meet his and bathing the area in warm green light. She grit her teeth, keeping the pinkette under her control was arguably beyond her skill level, but Levy liked to think she knew her limits, and forcing him to just stand still for a second? That she could manage while she ducked around behind him, severing the hold the second she was in position.

Natsu staggered, swinging at thin air and over balancing when the power behind his swing failed to connect to anything but empty space.

Solid script: Push

The spell had Natsu tripped, landing heavily on his back in the grass, his leg snaking out to try and pull Levy along with him. She saw it coming though, and dove for him, settling across his chest with one knee on his throat, the other on his bicep. She saw the brief glimmer of hope, before five wooden tikis were lined up along his right arm, weight reinforced by a wave of the light pen she seemed to pull from thin air.

"I give" Natsu managed to whisper. He knew he probably could have overpowered her, that Cristoff standing on the sidelines would heal any injuries he inflicted in the process, but in all honesty he was too shocked by the way Levy had fought him to be anything other than impressed.

Standing, she brushed herself down and held a hand out to the slayer still sprawled on the ground. "You could have still won."

"Probably. You're kinda scary now though" Natsu laughed, usually easy grin on his face as he let her pull him to his feet, slinging an arm across her shoulders as they strolled back to the waiting group of onlookers.

"Fucking hell, Blue. Kinda want to fight you myself" Vander quipped, high fiving her as she walked passed him and straight into Bickslow's arms.

"Not going to lie, kinda want you to sit on me like that" he whispered, catching her lips in a searing kiss that left her almost breathless.

"Solum domi, lorem" she whispered, loving the way his eyes darkened immediately.

"Lustus custodiunt illud, quaedam somnum nostri quasi ex nobis" Vander jumped up behind them, whispering over Bickslow's shoulder before racing away in the shadows, his laughter still audible.

"Cheeky fucker!" Bickslow called, shaking his head at his brothers antics. "Right, shows over! Let's go!" He declared, hoisting Levy up and over his shoulder, stepping up onto the babies who had them flying back home.

"Oh, Gods. Bicks!"

The man in question smirked from his position between Levy's trembling thighs. He hadn't been joking earlier, and to prove it, the second they were inside the house, door still swinging shut behind them, he had her in his arms and was kissing her senseless as he carried her to their bedroom. It took significantly less convincing than he had anticipated, and now here he was, laid out on the bed with an absolute goddess above him, grinding herself against his face.

He couldn't wipe the smile off his face even if he'd tried, Levy tasted delicious, like cinnamon and vanilla and it was overwhelming his senses. Coupled with the fact that she was relaxing, exploring sex and all its pleasures, and his occasional desire to just let her own him completely? Oh yes, Bickslow had never been happier, especially when he heard her swear in six different languages and shudder out her release against his tongue.

"Anytime you want a repeat, just let me know amica" he positively grinned, turning his head to meet her gaze as Levy climbed down from her perch, flopping on the bed beside him, her chest still heaving and her eyes glassy.

"I swear, you'll be the death of me Bicks."

"But oh, what a way to go" he whispered, sliding on top of the still shuddering bluenette, making sure she could feel just how affected he was by her body. "Say I can have you, Lev'. I need to be inside you."

"God's, the things you do to me, amare." Levy breathed, opening her legs and welcoming him into her warmth. "Oh, wow"

Bickslow just laughed, catching her parted lips in a kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in time with the rhythm of his hips.

"More. God Bicks, more."

Some part of his mind registered that he probably shouldn't be doing this, but he ignored it as he lifted her leg, hooking it over his forearm and thrusting deeper than ever before. Her response just about short circuited his brain, walls flexing to accommodate him and the moan that fell from her lips was positively sinful.

"Holy shit, te sentire prodigiosus. I can't - I'm non ad ultimum"

"Pedicabo. Dreqin. Prokletstvo. Bickslow!" Levy screamed, his name a long drawn out thing that sounded almost like a prayer, as she convulsed around him, velvety walls clinging to his manhood dragging his climax from deep inside him and he shook with the intensity of it.

"I think I love your brother" Levy panted as she pulled the sheets up around her.

"Okay? You're gonna have to elaborate on that" Bickslow chuckled as he propped himself on one elbow, other hand smoothing sweat dampened hair away from her brow.

"Or I could just show you" Levy smiled, replaying the interaction she had days earlier, making sure to include Cristoff's request for nieces and nephews.

"I think I might go kiss him."

"I think you should probably put pants on!" Vander shouted from down the hall, making Bickslow fall about laughing, and Levy blush with the realisation that no one had shut the bedroom door.

Levy looked around the house, a warm smile on her face.

Lily was in the lounge, having opted to behind while Gajeel took a short job the next town over. She could hear his deep voice chatting with Laxus, who seemed to be keeping one eye firmly fixed on Vander where he sat twirling a ruby encrusted dagger between his fingers. Bickslow and Cristoff were meditating on the back porch, soaking up the morning sun, and Evergreen was sat in front of her, perfectly manicured hands wrapped around her steaming mug.

The house, and more importantly, her heart, was full of love and family, the atmosphere incredibly relaxed in comparison to the tension they had all been under barely a week before.

"So? Have you talked to him about it?"

"No, I've barely even thought about it myself. I mean, for the longest time - even before Gajeel - I didn't even think it was possible, so I never let myself dream."

"And when you think about it now? How do you feel?" Evergreen reached over bench, holding Levy's hand patiently, as she watched her friend sort through her emotions. She was used to Freed, who never spoke unless he had every word planned to perfection, and she knew Levy was similar - one of the side effects of their magic, Evergreen supposed, always having to be so measured with your words.

"Terrified? But then I think about what it would be like, not just the good stuff, and how amazing Bicks would be at all of it, how much love he has to give..."

"Sweetie, you can't decide to have children just for his sake. That's not fair on anyone"

"I know, Ever." She smiled across the bench, squeezing the slender fingers with her own. "I think, what I really mean is that, it scares me to think about, but there's no one else in the world I would ever want to raise a family with than that goofball. Just, not any time soon!"

"Thank goodness! I do not want to be Aunty Ever quite yet!"

So, turns out I'm not really over the block. Not completely anyway. But thats alright, I've been doing a little bit every day to get this out, and I even have a couple of little one-offs that cropped up along the way, so I might get around to posting them at some point too.

Dragonfly - you honestly nearly made me cry! I'm so so glad this is living up to your ideas!

FantasticNic - I'm so happy you're still here, following along and, most importantly, enjoying it!

As always, reviews make me happy dance and motivate me to get chapters written! Much love to you all xoxo

Translations:

Solum domi, lorem = only at home, sexy

Lustus custodiunt illud, quaedam somnum nostri quasi ex nobis = just keep it down, some of us like to sleep

te sentire prodigiosus = you feel amazing

non ad ultimum = not going to last

Predicabo = fuck

Drequin = shit (Albanian)

Prokletstvo = goddamn it (Bosnian) (Because you just know our girl knows some obscure languages!)