Chapter Fourteen
His Love
Prince Natsu Dragneel. Dragon. Prince of the Molten Lands. Has many secrets. Is very attracted to Lucy, and wants to 'court' her by putting wild animals in her room so he can slay them. In addition, has a terribly meddling Father, and can grow a tail, horns and wings at WILL. Needs to be protected but will probably show up with a severed limb at one point tho.
"This is a really beautiful home you have," Lucy told Gajeel who puffed up proudly and gave me a smug look.I stared blankly back, trying to figure out why he kept giving me that look every time Lucy complimented him.
Maybe he didn't understand Lucy was just nice that way?
"It's a little bit of a dump, compared to other Lord houses I've seen." Ultear glanced around, probably surveying the chipped wood, and floor covered with clothes, books and other miscellaneous items. Gajeel's chest deflated and he shot her a scathing look, before glancing at Erza who was also looking around, a distasteful frown on her lips.
"My father and I are having a small argument, and the prick won't let me back in the castle so shut up and take what you are given!"
Lucy held her hands up, "We are very happy you decided to let us stay here for the night."
Gajeel just grunted and disappeared into the back room as Lucy turned to me, keeping her voice quiet, "Do you really think he had something to do with the barricade?"
I smiled down at her, "Probably not. And he can hear you."
A brilliant red blush crawled over her cheeks, and down her neck, a stark contrast to her milky complexion as she whispered even softer, "He can?"
I could feel my smile growing as I bent over, "Yes. Dragons have an incredible sense of hearing." She shivered as my breath brushed over her skin, and I watched, my heart beginning to pound in my chest when she reached up on the tip of her toes, leaning towards me subconsciously. Her scent filled the air around me, leaving me dizzy. My power reacted, letting out a pulse of my own scent in reply, having assumed that Lucy was an animal that could pick it up.
She had been able to smell my scent in the same way a Were-Lion could in the past, but that was only one time.
Still, my power associated her with wildness; the type that could only be found on creatures of the forest. I vaguely noticed Erza watching us both as Lucy placed her hand on my chest, the slight contact sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. I tensed my stomach, knowing that if Erza saw me clench my hands, she would know exactly how much Lucy got to me, how much she affected those once steel walls surrounding my power. And my control.
We stared at each other for a long moment, and I saw it. Something that had happened more than twice since Lucy and I had unlocked her true form in the bath at that shitty cavern. Her eyes flashed for a second, and I saw the galaxy; stars twinkling, a pink mist circling her pupil.
But as soon as it came, it left.
What was that?
What did it mean?
"If you stay with me for dinner, you'll have to catch your own damn food. I've got somewhere I need to be." Gajeel's voice made her hand slip off my chest and anger curled through me as she turned away, directing her attention to another Dragon. To another being.
I got the vague sense that Igneel was laughing at me all those miles away, cackling at my possessive, dominating thoughts. It made me frown a little because Igneel didn't get to laugh at my suffering, I got to laugh at his.
A smile began to twitch at my frown when I remembered the way he had caught his tail in one of the defensive runes placed around the castle, and had to stay there, like an errant hatchling, for two hours while servants worked to disable the spell.
A chuckle rumbled from my chest when I remembered the tantrum he had thrown as I had pretended to sleep through the whole event, acting ambivalent to his escapades. Gajeel was riffling through some crates when I pulled myself from my thoughts, and, as if it was second nature, I glanced at Lucy, who had moved away from me to talk to Ultear.
My eyes moved down her person, checking for any signs of stress, or pain. The fire inside me settled to a warm glow when I saw she was unharmed, smiling, and still beautiful. Erza appeared next to me like a silent ghost and gave me a look with her one eye. I could tell she didn't want Lucy to know she mourned the loss of her eye, but I didn't understand why.
If anything, she looks ten times scarier. If she growled at anyone, they would probably run for the hills.
Of course, that eyepatch also reminded me of an asshole named Erik from the tribe of Mereg. He had worn one most of his life before he got Porlyusica to sew the gaping wound shut where his right eye used to sit.
I think it suited Erza much better than it ever suited that dick.
"Are you aware your eyes follow Lucy wherever she goes?"
"I do it on purpose. I'm her guard." I replied, giving Erza a smug little grin that told her I wouldn't be playing her game today, and I would avoid giving her any information that would help her scrutinise whatever it was Lucy and I had.
"Guard, no. Companion, possibly," she said conversationally. My entire body tensed, giving away my true feelings: the aching need that had been steadily building in my stomach whenever the thought of becoming Lucy's companion entered my mind.
I didn't know why the idea left my hairs standing up and my blood boiling. I had promised her I would give her time and space. Space was a little trickier than I had assumed, but I had been fairly patient regarding time. I could wait forever if she asked me too.
But, with every step closer to the Vapids - to him - the urge to protect her and comfort her grew. I didn't want to walk into the Vapids with her: a live wire, full of untapped potential. Zeref would see her for what she had, not for who she was.
Power.
Lucy had unimaginable power. The type that filled the room, and left you breathless. With the bracelet on, the effects were dulled, but her power still thrummed, twisted and settled around you like an ominous fog, mysterious and deadly.
And the fact that she didn't know about the presence her power gave off made her something I would like to call: easy. In the worst way.
I trusted Lucy's intelligence. God, I trusted her. But Zeref had ways of twisting someone for his benefit. Of making them do horrible things while having them believe it was for the greater good.
And Lucy was torn between her true nature, and not wanting to acknowledge it at all.
Zeref would try to weasel his way into her head. Like he did with Dad when I was born. And he had almost succeeded.
If he could do that to Dad, someone who has always been strong minded, unwilling to bend… what could he do to Lucy, who was thrumming with different emotions every day?
"I must say. I am impressed at your… willingness to bind yourself to someone you hardly know."
"It's not about knowing someone if your heart is in it," I replied with a low growl, glancing at her with a look of warning that dared her to make the feelings I had for Lucy seem trivial.
Erza raised one eyebrow, "And your heart is completely in it? There is not one doubt in your mind that, perhaps, creating a companionship with Lucy is not a good idea?"
"Not one doubt. I know it's the right thing to do."
She was opening her mouth to say something, when Lucy walked back over to us, Ultear in tow, glancing between Erza and I suspiciously.
"Is something wrong?"
Erza denied it, but I refused to lie to Lucy and just shrugged, "Erza thinks you are too pretty, and that's clouding my judgment."
She smiled at me, a pleased flush working up her neck, "I think she has good reason to be worried. Poor mortal, you are no match for me." Her coy tone made me chuckle and I gave her a quick once over, remembering the countless times she'd left me hard and wanting with just one of her small sounds of pleasure, or touches of her silky skin.
"I'm a Dragon, Luce, don't you forget that."
"I've seen you sprout wings and a tail, Natsu. I don't think forgetting is possible at this point."
"So, we won't be visiting Lord Metalicana?" Lucy asked as she followed me through the forest, making a little more noise than necessary. She would need to be quieter if we wanted to catch anything large for dinner.
I stopped and turned to her, shrugging, "There isn't any need to. Gajeel can accept us through the lands as heir. Plus, Igneel decreed that we weren't to be harmed in any Dragon-populated areas."
"But I kind of wanted to meet him." She pouted, and I grinned, finding her curiosity beautiful. Lucy may have been settled to play the part of the princess, trapped in her ivory tower, but she suited this look much better.
Dressed in leather clothes, hair tied back in a braid, a little dirty and wild, she looked ready for an adventure.
"After we return from the Vapids, I'll personally bring you along when Igneel and I travel to make the treaties."
Her pout transformed into a stunning smile, something that made my muscles tense and my power feel a beat of authorised pride; my inner dragon's ego being stoked because we made her smile like that.
"That would be great!"
I snorted at her exclamation, and the following clapping, which had effectively scared off any game we could have caught in this area.
"Now, let's have a lesson on basic hunting." Her eyebrow rose, but she didn't argue and sat down on the rock behind her, glancing at the wild batch of flowers growing beside it. She reached out to pluck one and I bit back a chuckle, instead warning her.
"I wouldn't do that."
"Why not?"
"It's a magical flower. See the yellow spots on its stem and the way it has an aura? It draws creatures in and normally makes them sick with some sort of virus. Curable, but nasty."
She drew her hand back and rubbed it against her leather skirt before turning back to me, giving me her full attention. I felt my spine straighten automatically, a baser instinct ready to impress the pretty princess opposite me.
The vague sense that Igneel was laughing reached me again, but I ignored it, and rubbed my hands together, crouching down so we could look at each other eye to eye.
"Alright. I'll keep this simple. It might be a good idea to change your form into your lioness and focus your energy on adopting some of its traits. I know you haven't been able to call on that skill intentionally, but it's practice and it'll help with hunting. You walk like a princess, determined and loud."
She offered an embarrassed, apologetic smile and I waved it away, grinning to show I didn't really care, though I did want to catch something bigger than Ultear and Erza.
When she closed her eyes, I pushed a little bit of my magic outwards, creating a warm circle around her. I had noticed that my power got to Lucy in ways I had never seen before, and I shamelessly enjoyed lending her my strength whenever she needed it.
Plus, watching the power prickle at her skin and make it glow was practically one of my favourite past times, at this point.
"Okay, I've got it in the form. But… I can't remember how I brought the traits forward before."
"With Loki, it was adrenaline of the hunt. With me, it was…" My words fell off, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with what I assumed brought out her ability to smell my scent. She didn't pay any attention to me and I watched as her eyebrows pinched forward in concentration, her lips pursing.
Remembering Igneel's lessons to me when I was training my senses in this form, I began speaking to her softly, coaching her through it. "Imagine what you need. Take a deep breath in, and summon those traits to the places they match on your body. If you need claws, imagine your nails growing into claws. If you need stealth, imagine your feet are lighter and swifter," I coaxed.
Her nose twitched, and I fell silent. When she opened her eyes, she blinked a few times before laughing a little in amazement, "Is this what lions see all the time?"
Her warm brown eyes held the slightest sparkle of stars and I smiled, amazed that she had gotten ahold of it so quickly. I could only guess what lions saw, but wondered if it was similar to what my eyes saw.
"Alright, feet light and ready to go?"
"I think so. Are we going to be running?" I helped her up from the rock, noticing her excited little movements. I tilted my head at the way she seemed to jig on the spot, vibrating with eagerness, and swallowed my bottom lip, realising she was reacting to the idea of a hunt.
Lucy, who had never even been on a hunt.
It struck me as strange, but after giving her body a thorough - if slightly distracted - look over, I came to the conclusion she had maybe not only adopted the traits of sight and swiftness but also sunk into a lioness head-space as well. The idea of that sounded too good to refuse so I nodded, willing to let her get comfortable.
If she accepted this and didn't feel judged, maybe she would accept her Banshee powers, and wouldn't feel so horrible when she couldn't control it.
Plus, Lucy deserved fun.
"We are going to see if we can take down a deer. When we get close enough, slow up and watch how I take it."
"A deer seems a little… boring."
"Well, there are chupacabras in this area…" I smirked when she nodded eagerly at the idea, before shaking my head. "I'm kidding. There is no way I'm letting you get within four feet of one."
"Aw! Why do you have to tease me?"
So many replies rushed through my head, half of which would probably make her flustered. And whilst that sounded amazing, I knew we had to focus on hunting. So I just settled with a boring one.
"Because it's fun. Now come on, deer have great meat."
"They also have no teeth." She followed me, her movements graceful and stealthy, causing me to gawk at her in silent awe. It felt like she had the luck of the gods, getting all these abilities that she could now seemingly call at will whenever she wanted, without going through any of the proper training for it.
It had taken me four months to learn to sneeze without setting drapes or furniture on fire.
Lucy went quiet, sticking to my path easily. I glanced back before taking off into a small jog, avoiding the stacks of leaves and twigs, and using the roots and soft dirt to mask my footsteps.
I heard Lucy keeping up with me, and smiled a little, before taking a deep breath in, scenting the area. The forest was alive with scents, different animals scurrying around us, a few travellers at the western edge. I was tracking a few kids to the north of our route, making sure we didn't run into them when the smell of deer filtered through my senses.
My heartbeat rose to the challenge of prey and I reached back for a split second, making sure that my woman was with me, before taking off in that direction. Her hand tightened in mine, but she managed to accept my speed pretty well. I didn't mind, though, adjusting my speed so I didn't cause her harm.
I didn't mind, though, adjusting my speed so I didn't cause her harm.
We slowed when we could see the two large males, standing just near a small stream, noses in the bushes, oblivious to us. I pulled us down a little and then that flash of humanity crawled back into my being, easily accepting my Dragon's momentary control. It happened most of the time when I hunted, the adrenaline took over for a split second.
I turned to Lucy, making sure she was okay, but the only thing I saw in her eyes was excitement, her breathing a little heavy. Her hand tightened in mine and she glanced at me, squirming a little as if she was ready to take down the two in front of me by herself.
A flash of need rifled through me, the darker part of me accepting this small woman as it's own, recognising her hunger and attempting to reach out, to touch it. I pulled that part back quickly, knowing that Lucy had never seen that darkness, and worrying it might not react well with her.
But as soon as I locked the darkness away, the dragon-side pushed firmly against the self-control I had wrapped around them both. I relented, trusting myself to handle my dragon a lot more than I trusted myself to handle...it.
Lucy made a soft noise of complaint when one of the stags wandered away, taking off down the stream while the other stayed. I pushed my forehead against hers, nuzzling softly, soothing her with a low growl.
She made another noise, accepting the affection graciously, inching closer to me before looking at the stag, eyes jumping between us both.
"Want," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible as its soft huskiness rocked through me. The need to feed her, to keep her happy, comfortable and sated rushed around in my blood, a feeling as old as time itself, if you were asking Igneel.
Even though dragonesses hunted, some strong ones allowed a male to accompany them. It showed trust, and cooperation through the flight. A lot of the time, it was the dragoness' way of showing that she recognised the male as a fighter, a provider.
Lucy may not be a dragon, but I saw her as one sometimes, no matter how hard I tried not to.
Animal calls to animal.
I brought forth my change immediately. Her hand came up to my face as I summoned the fire inside me, watching when her eyes grew darker, pupils dilating in eager appreciation. I could feel the horns grow on me, the scales pushing out from deep within, adorning my face in their rightful places.
Her other hand reached up, cupping my other cheek so the tips of her fingers lightly brushed the scales, shooting blindingly hot want through me. My lips parted at the sensation, showing off my growing fangs and her thumb slipped in, lightly touching the tip.
I stifled the growl of restraint that leapt up my throat. This small creature was testing my control, teasing my dragon and darkness both, coaxing a shudder of power and lust from my spine. I closed my lips around her thumb, unable to control myself and sunk the tip of my fang into her lush, porcelain skin.
A drop of blood was all that was needed to make my power flare, to make it grow to such a magnitude that it made me feel like I could burn this whole forest to ash. It lingered on my tongue and the need for more rocketed through me. I had to wonder.
Was my fascination with her blood really related to my dragon heritage?
Or was it the darkness inside me that craved it so?
At that moment, I didn't care which it was, because she was staring at me, no horror in her eyes, a small, thrilled smile on her lips, the smell of lust and want swirling around in her scent.
A rustle made me turn my head to notice the buck was about to take off and gave her thumb a small kiss before dashing towards it with a feral growl, my resolve to capture the prey stronger than ever before.
Gajeel turned up thirty minutes into supper, sitting down beside me as Erza stoked the fire. She had rejected my offer to help flambé everything.
"Still cook for your mom?"
"She refuses to eat anything else," Gajeel sighed, looking at Ultear who was braiding Lucy's hair back into a new style.
"You really that good of a cook?"
"Of course not. But she wants it, and Dad pretends he doesn't notice that she lets me sneak into the castle and do it for her." I couldn't help but smirk a little, amused that Gajeel and Metalicana still butted heads. They hadn't changed a bit.
"Why did he kick you out this time?"
"I told him his taste in music was shit. He didn't appreciate it."
Considering Gajeel was possibly the worst singer I had ever had the displeasure of listening to, the idea of Metalicana, the great Iron-Lord, also having a terrible ear for music was hilarious.
They sat there in silence, watching Erza draw a sword from her chest, before Gajeel asked, "Is the blonde yours?"
I glanced at Lucy, wishing that my eyes were singed from having watched Erza do that, "Not really."
"Yet, you both act as if you are really familiar."
"I'm waiting for marriage," I replied blankly, wondering why everyone was so damn interested in Lucy and I's relationship. It was none of their business, and it wouldn't ever be.
Gajeel snickered gleefully, "You are full of shit, Prince Dragneel."
My eye twitched and I threw him a glare, "You could try saying that with a little more sarcasm, I didn't get it the first time."
"Sure thing, your Majesty."
I ignored his tone and focused on Lucy, who was waving her hands about, talking to Ultear about something. After a few moments of reaching, my ears adjusted to her conversation.
"I'm telling you. Natsu had horns."
My lips quirked as I realised she was talking about our hunting expedition, which had been more than a little eye-opening, and had only further cemented my need for her.
"He's a Dragon, Lucy. They do have horns." Ultear laughed, tying one of the braids back before starting on the other one. Lucy was quiet for a few seconds before she glanced over at me, and smiled a little as if she already knew I was listening in.
I smiled back, unashamed before the smile dropped as she whispered her next sentence.
"Demons have horns too."
My heart pounded in my chest at that soft, ground-shaking statement, and I shut their conversation out just as Ultear asked her to repeat herself. Lucy didn't, she just gave me another long, considering look before changing the subject.
Fuck
I had, had a sneaking suspicion that Lucy was slowly putting the pieces together, but telling her that story about my mother had probably not been the smartest idea. In fact, all things considered, it was a really stupid one.
But I constantly got caught up in moments with Lucy and found myself admitting, telling, and confessing things that I should never have in the first place. I chased away the anger, knowing it would only cause more problems and decided we would talk about it later, that I would try to explain.
Maybe my own past, and my own… demons would help her understand exactly how dangerous Zeref was.
"Does King Igneel know you are head-over-tail for the wanted princess?"
"I have a nagging suspicion he's laughing at me right now," I replied with a grumble, focusing on calming my racing heart, instead taking distraction in Gajeel's pointless conversation.
"You could do worse."
"I couldn't do better, Gajeel." I told him seriously, turning my head to eye him, as I spoke, "She's wild. There's something about her that I can't resist. And I don't want to."
"Then, try harder to make her your woman."
I rolled my eyes at his statement, ignoring it because Gajeel didn't have the greatest success with women. His advice was definitely not what I should be paying any sort of attention to.
"So, does that mean Natsu can go mini as well?"
Gajeel shot Lucy a filthy look that she missed when she took a bit of meat, her small fingers wrapped delicately around the tender piece. I grinned at her from across the fire and she noticed, shooting me a pout back.
"No. That ability only stays with the iron-tribe."
Lucy looked confused so I offered some knowledge, "Each tribe of Dragons inherits a gift that all members of that tribe can use. With Wendy, she has the ability to wind-heal. With Gajeel, it's the ability to be tiny. Different tribes, different abilities."
"Oh! So, what's your speciality?"
"Touch-healing."
"Isn't that the same power that Wendy and her tribe have?" Lucy's eyebrows furrowed and I smirked, shaking my head.
"Not exactly. Wendy can heal a person's wounds with her wind abilities. Touch-healing is the ability to call on the wounded person's body and help them heal themselves. Wendy puts power in, and that heals. I put power in, and the person absorbs it and makes it their own, then uses that to heal themselves."
"That sounds like you got the short end of the stick."
"Not necessarily. Wendy can run out of magic power very quickly while healing wounds. Igneel, on the other hand, has been able to heal wounds one after the other. You only need the tiniest drop of power, to spark someone to self-heal. He can just touch the wound, and it begins to heal itself."
"So, on the battlefield, your power would help a lot?" Lucy summarised, a look of awe on her features. I struggled not to smile smugly, shrugging with a proud look.
"Igneel has won many battles by healing dragons on-the-go. He's incredible at it."
Lucy smiled, nodding in understanding before finishing her meat. As she placed the small steel plate down to the side of her so she could collect her drink, Gajeel's next words made her still.
"But, there's a price. For whatever Igneel or a fire-dragon heals, they feel the pain of the injuries they heal."
Her eyes snapped to mine and I almost groaned, annoyed that Gajeel and his stupid fat mouth had blabbed, revealing one of the only lies I had ever told Lucy.
"Seems like a double-edged sword," Erza stated, before starting a conversation about why Gajeel had 'deformed' his face with those horrible piercings. I had my eyes focused on Lucy as she looked down into her cup, her mouth pinched with stress.
"I told ya, a damn pixie made me! It was an act of self-defense!"
Lucy stood up slowly, "I'm going to go soak my feet in the stream. I'll be right back."
"Take a light with you. It scares away the toe-eating fish." Ultear said offering her a small glowing orb. I stood also, frowning at the object.
"I'm going with her."
Ultear gave us both a coy, amused smile, but didn't comment, simply turning back to the conversation about Gajeel and the pixie he vowed to eat, even if she was under Erza's care. I swiped a torch that we could light, before following after Lucy, who seemed to be consumed with her own thoughts
We walked in silence before she sat down at the small stream. I lit the torch easily and shoved it into the soil when I sat down beside her, watching as she undid her boots and slid her feet into the cool water.
"You told me it didn't hurt."
"Gajeel exaggerates. It's more of a sting. I hardly felt it."
"I had my stomach sliced open Natsu. I doubt you hardly felt that." She whispered, turning her head so she could stare at me, a frown on her beautiful, fire-lit features. "You've always told me the truth, mostly. There are some things, yes, that have nothing to do with me and I respect your wishes to keep them secret. But if I hurt-"
"You don't get it, do you?" I breathed, taking her face in my hands as I pulled her close, looking into her deep brown eyes. Her lips parted and she shook her head slowly, her pulse beginning to quicken and the blood in her veins pumped around, sending an urgent rush of need through me.
"No. I don't."
"I want to help you, I need to. You affect every single damned part of me. So, if you are in pain, if there is any way I can help, I will. There is no second choice, there is no 'don't do it because it hurts you'. I would rather get a little stung, then watch you get stung." I stare at her, hoping to convey exactly how I feel. I'm amazed that she isn't pushing for more information about my secrets, in awe that she's handling her emotions so much better than she would have previously.
In love with how vulnerable, and unbidden she is with me.
In love with how I know she wouldn't be like this with anyone else.
In love.
"Natsu…" Her voice shook, and she blinked a few times, trying to ignore the tears building in her beautiful brown eyes. Her hair glowed warmly in the fire touched atmosphere, skin flushed and dewy. Her lips looked lush, pink and perfect, begging to be kissed, sucked, and nipped at.
Darkness and fire twisted inside me, revving my entire body up for what would probably be a non-conclusion, but I didn't give a flying shit. She could storm away, call me an idiot, or stubborn. I knew how I felt about Lucy.
I just knew.
"Do you get it now? From now on, I'll stick with you until you get rid of me. There is no pretending, or dancing around feelings. For me, this is it. I need to follow you, because I know you are my future. Somehow. Don't ask me how. I just know."
When she didn't speak, I had to add, feeling a slight touch of embarrassment, "It's more of a gut feeling, and that hasn't steered me wrong when it comes to food."
She placed her hand over my mouth, "Don't ruin a touching, confusing moment, with your appetite."
Relief rushed through me as I stared into those dark eyes of her, recognising that part of her believed what I was saying.
And probably felt it too.
She pulled her hand away and wiped at her eyes before smiling a little, the smile timid as she stated, a little breathlessly, "I think I'm ready to form a companionship with you."
I'd like to thank my beta-reader Dim, who is taking a small break from dealing with my shitty ass writing skills, and give a friendly hello to my new beta-reader (I'm such a slut tho) A!
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So, I've been working with A to make sure all the previous chapters are in tip-top shape, which is why this update is a day or so late! (excuses, excuses)
Question Timeeeee ~~~
Are we by any chance going to see any of the other celestial beings? Yeeeees! We will meet one or two along the way!
Does it count as a review if I just say "gimme"? *snorts* TRY TO PULL THAT SHIT WITH ME, I DARE YOU.
Will Natsu and Lucy have Nashi? I think the more important question is, will Natsu and Lucy ever be able to have sex?
Will there be any smut in the future? *laughs nervously and hides the 'dirty chapter'* …
Could Lucy potentially turn her "mist" into a dragon? That probably won't happen. Probably. I dunno. I'm a loose-canon.
Is this payback for him calling Levy shrimp all the time? The world works in mysterious ways my friend!
Does Gajeel have a larger form? Or is he just basically the flea dragon without the bloodsucker-ing? wtf is the second part of this question. Gajeel does have a larger form. But he prefers tiny-gajeel or as I like to call it, baby-ninja dragon.
Will Gajeel be with the canon ship( Gajeel x Levy) or something of your own mind(Gajeel x Erza or something like that)? literally snORTED AT THE IDEA OF GAJEEL AND ERZA IN THIS UNIVERSE GETTING TOGETHER. POOR JELLAL.
Can Natsu also turn into a salamander? No. That would be tacky, and I need to remain fresh.
Will there be a love triangle? Okay, so this is a tricky question but what I can say is no. I get that every relationship needs 'issues' and 'drama', but that's not what I am focusing on with Natsu and Lucy. THEY BOTH HAVE ENOUGH DRAMA WITHOUT SOME ASSHOLE WRITER PUTTING SOMETHING RANDOM IN THEIR WAY. Believe me when I say, sometimes, it's nice to not put hurdle after hurdle in what could be a very healthy relationship. WHY YA'LL TRYING TO MESS UP THE PATTERN? /rantfin/
Will we be seeing more of Lucy's other form? Seeing as Lucy is the main character I'm saying yes?
Why does he have an issue biting people though? My bro has issues san.
Will we be seeing the Strauss' again? YES. YOU WILL BECAUSE LISANNA.
Why is Gajeel so tiny?! Can dragons control their size? Both have been answered. Lawl.
When ideas enter your mind… Banshee Lucy dies… (is this what we are doing because I like it, more please)
WHY does he show up now and does it have to do with the barricade? Is he out to claim a reward on Lucy's head? MORE WILL BE REVEALED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
How many chapters will this story be? You said 20 but...? exCUSE ME. I SAID "AROUND TWENTY FIVE" but I also disclaimed that I had no idea and wouldn't be surprised if I went over that. Fight me.
With Lucy having those liony urges and nymphness, is she actually more of a hybrid, like natsu apparently is? I CAN'T SAY. WHAT LUCY IS IS BASICALLY THE PLOT OF THE ENTIRE STORY.
Is Laxus going to be coming at one point? Maybeeee ;)
And if he is would he be considered as a dragon-like Gajeel and Natsu due to him having the lacrima in him or something entirely different? He's going to be a pickachu. Oops.
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