~ I'm in the middle of packing for a month trip back home so I'm posting this before I get to into something and forget. Which would be a crime.
I'll have a little a/n at the end my loves!~
It was disorienting few minutes of Levy's life when she finally finished dishing her obvious ire at the dragon supposedly leading this mission out to the bullheaded blond they called a guildmaster and lifted her hairband out of her eyes back in place only to be met with the same blinding pitch black darkness. That had her panicking about actually going blind before she wrote out some fire to light the little room up.
Only to then to have the bejesus scared out of her well enough to think she actually had died in those first few moments she caught sight of the looming build of a barbarian-looking tree-dweller with metal face mask so simple and crude succeeding in hiding the entirety of his face including the color of his eyes because the damn thing only had two slits for eye holes, a fitting cape made from incredibly long and thick fur succeeding in hiding absolutely nothing save what was sure to be a gruesome set of neck muscles to match the rest of his hulking body criss-crossed with ancient markings resembling modern day Encan tribal tattoos before realizing he was only wearing a few pieces of armored leather around his waist to leave him mostly exposed even in what was sure to be all his armor before she felt her face heat to levels that threatened total meltdown before the gigantic brute well matching Bickslow in height put his outstretched hand out as if telling her to wait and using his other hand to pull off his face plate. Taking in the mans literal mane of earthy hair tangled with braids, bindings and what looked like bones of some sort, the rugged quality to his roughly carved features and the unkempt look of his full beard, her face remained unchanged from the look of imposing terror set in stone on her adorable pixie face. First rule of teleportation, don't trust the monstrous stranger trapped in the tiny room with you even if he does take his creepy mask off.
Clearing his throat nervously, her brows furrowed deeply at the sound as she grew even more suspicious of the man as she watched a blush of all things cross his cheeks before his deep booming voice nearly knocked her teeny frame over with the unintentional power behind it. Did she hear...fear in his voice? "I'm not gonna hurt you! My name is Azool Tirel and I'm a dragon slayer. Please calm down before you hurt yourself, I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." Seeing her face drop into something more akin to displeased disappointment, somehow he figured that was a step up from him being a lunatic giant creeping in the dark and waited for her to get used to him.
"Dragon Slayer of what exactly?" Her tone was tight lipped to match the fierce look in her appraising eye. Her close friendship with the Iron Slayer over the years had given her all the push she needed to develop quite the backbone. It was that or constantly just sit back and take his shit which wasn't about to happen.
Scratching at the thick hair covering his jaw nervously, her waved his faceplate in front of him as he answered in a roundabout sort of way with a wobble to his words as if she was making him nervous, "Well the thing of it is...it's kind of hard to put a finger on what I'm the Dragon Slayer of. Technically, my dragon's name was Honoa and he could be simplified down into category of nature if I really had to put in one word."
The blunette mage was trying her best to move passed the name Honoa. There was no way he had actually said Honoa. The Honoa Isles were just a legend within a legend and even more impossible than the phenomenon that was the Devil's Triangle in the waters at the tip of Sin, Pergrande and Enca that's never been seen or charted in the flesh. Even more off-putting than that little tidbit, she was entranced by the motion of fingers and the contemplative look on his face enough that she could feel her core flicker to life with just that little move. Unnerved by the involuntary reactions her body had to the mindless gesture drawing her gaze along the chiseled line of his jaw and the sexy rugged look that kind of actually worked for him. The flash of heat brought out in her lower abdomen by that particular train of thought was especially nagging. She shook the feeling before reining in her thoughts long enough to rationalize that he looked genuinely unmotivated to ravish and/or murder her and offered her name in return. "Levy McGarden, Solid Script Mage. Which island are you from?" Dipping her chin to motion to the pale ivory markings on his deeply tanned skin in Encan patterns unlike any she's ever seen and Kekoa was covered in them. From neck to ankle. She was more than a little hunger for answers from the newest Dragon Slayer in her life.
His surprise at her calling out his island homeland was evident in the way his mossy eyes widened before stuttering out his answer, his eyes tracing the jagged lines of his tribal markings coming out from under his bracers from his final ceremony before leaving his home. "That obvious, eh? I'm from one of the smaller islands, Ne'wakea." Impressed that she had mind enough to know about his heritage, he tucked his mask into the wide wrappings of his waistguard before asking a question of his own out of good-natured fairness. "Which mainland are you from? You have the features of one of those prissy Midish girls but the fire of a Mistrellan without the caramel skin."
The smile he was giving her was all smoothe charm as she crossed her arms over her chest and raised her nose just a bit in the air, only slightly self-conscious at being compared to the women of two countries known for their ready supply of beautiful knockouts while she stood there with twigs in her hair wearing an outfit that consisted of her thigh high black boots, a pair of low-slung khaki shorts and her orange bikini with a vest thrown over since it was humid and they were supposed to be traipsing through the forest. Focusing instead on the fact that he had talked down to her like he thought she had never seen a large body of water before. "I'll have you know Fiore makes a lucrative profit from its sea-related dealings and I do not appreciate being compared to those floozies across the sea." They might be known for their beauty but not their brains, of which Levy had plenty she was more than capable of wielding however she needed to.
"I meant nothing of it, lou loto. I haven't a taste for them anyway." Remembering the few times he had dealings with foreigners or other people as at, Minstrel and Midi held the benchmark for wretched womenfolk with their condescending eyes and fifty thousand powdery smelly things adding to the deceivingly pretty packaging.
The tiny blunette was left to staring up at Azool with massive doe-eyes and a heat to her cheeks that made him shift uncomfortably. A awkward beat passed before his fingernails were scratching into his beard once more at her wide stare fixed directly on his mouth. "Are...you keen on getting out of here?"
Giving him a nod of her head, she got the feeling Azool hadn't made a mistake when he called her 'lou loto'. An ancient dialect of Encan she happened to have need of that for one of her early translation jobs and when the casually spoken words were translated directly, meant 'my heart'.
All thoughts came to a stand still as he face dropped into a deadpanned look of staggering unsurprise at the massive battlehammer he pulled from his back. The little blunette had the fleeting thought that maybe all dragon slayers were doomed with the task to finding an outlet to all their power and energy by means of physical exertion. After a few swings of the weapon she thought had to be compensating for something.
Levy lost all sense of patience after another half an hour as she asked with an even tone that once again had the Nature Dragon Slayer sweating for the first time since working at the wall. "If you're a dragon slayer and you just called me lou loto, does that mean I'm your mate?" Her posture was relaxed but her knowing brown eyes were narrowed at him, daring him to refute her claim.
Choking down his disbelief at her outburst, he avoided looking over his shoulder as he gruffed out, "Been around a few slayers of you own, have you? Guess that make this...easier." The way he said it gave her the impression that while it made things easier on a practical scale, it wasn't going to help his seemingly timid and meek personality.
"I'm not leaving Magnolia, just so you know. I have a guild."
"I'm not allowed back home so I guess that solves that problem." Another swing of hammer loosened the stones with a reverberating blow cut off any questioning that was to be had at that super interesting morsel of information she'd be filing away for later when it didn't feel as inappropriate.
"What do you eat? For your element, I mean." She might not like the idea of jumping in the sack with a guy she just met but she would still respect draconian customs enough to give it a fair chance at least which meant her putting effort to get to know him while they were trapped here.
Taking him off-guard with her knowledge of dragons once again, his eyes met hers as he leaned on the hilt of his hammer resting on its massive flat top. "I'm a vegetarian which basically covers my elemental needs but any plant or tree will do. Not a huge bush guy; they taste like dirt most of the time. Flowers are the sweetest though and you smell like the best of them." His eyes went wide, not meaning to say the last bit out loud for fear of his tiny angry mate and her reaction.
He was pleasantly surprised to see she had also broken eye contact as her face flushed a delicate pink. His dragon had much louder and more visceral reactions to the sight as he thanked Honoa for the thick layers of leather that hid the evidence of just how much he liked the demure look on his mate. And the way her voice sounded, quiet and soft, as she looked up from beneath her lashes from where she moved to stand next to him, the top of her head below the end of his hilt and his chin, made him weak at the knees. "Do you have a favorite?"
It was a gut reaction to answer her like his dragon already knew the most precious thing he could give her is knowledge enough to satiate her until he could take her to see all the amazing sights and secrets he's found in his nomadic life. "Lilies and roses. The pinker the better."
"The...pinker?"
He gave a grunt as a response before turning and heaving his weapon over his shoulder. "Pinks the word."
"Why?" Wondering what made pink petals so much better than any other color.
"All I know is the pink ones taste the sweetest and the purple ones make my throat itch something fierce," before gently guiding her backwards to take up swinging again.
It seems the Nature Dragon Slayer wasn't at all what his outward appearance portrayed as she watched him pause once more to unclasp the round seal holding his thick cape up to make a sort of nest out of it before motioning for her to sit, his mossy eyes anywhere but on her. "If you wanted to sit while I chipped away at the wall…"
Levy wasn't dumb. She knew what was happening. The dragon part of him was courting her in only way it knew how; by taking care of her and putting her first. Seeing as it was incredibly cold wherever they were and his cape looked so plush and cozy, she easily sat crossed-legged in the material before wrapping it around her shoulders to make the most adorable blue-haired burrito ever, her nose tucked away beneath the heady scent of wet earth and pine to smile up at the towering awestruck brunette. "Thank you, Azool."
This was going to be a very hard time for him if she kept looking at him like that.
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Having never seen anyone melt through solid stone before, both Sting and his fellow Saber Vaara stood in disbelief right in the middle of their usual mid-day round of fisticuffs, her hand buried in his blond hair to get a better grip on the roots, his arm falling uselessly to his sides as a dumbfounded look of awe took up residence on his face to distract them from the fight that stemmed from his own stupidity for blowing out the wall that connected her room to his instead of getting out as if he had checked before blasting through. She probably would have too if she was mated to whoever his mate was supposed to be. She didn't particularly like Sting but he still deserved to be happy far away from where she was.
If the winged, faceless wonder buried under layer after layer of robes in the room Sabertooth's guildmaster rapidly vacated wasn't enough, left in the slow fading light of the opening in the wall Gajeel had been slowly chipping at turned doorway stood a crazy intense looking amazon woman with blonde hair tied back in a pile on the back of her head and orange eyeballs the same shade as the fucking sun. Vaara got the distinct feeling that she did not want be here any longer as Emzadi reassured the room of mages. "Have no fear, friends, we are here to help!"
A familiar feminine tone sounded from beside the voluptuous woman bellowing from the doorway to pull her attention away before Amazon woman disappeared from view completely and instead was replaced by the short curves of none other than Fairy Tail's Lucy Heartfilia.
"Is everyone okay in here-" before she could finish, Sting ripped himself away from the Corrosion Mages clutches with a yelp and made for the safety and softness of the Celestial Mage and Light of Fairy Tail.
Slightly confused at seeing Sting of all people wrapped around her torso, she scratched the back of her head with a small laugh before the White Dragon was stripped from her persons and placed harshly against the wall opposite his room by one jealous Solar Slayer.
Narrowing her eyes at the outright exhausted man, Emzadi raised a single brow before taking his chin in her hand and lifting it up to meet her burning gaze. "I don't share, little dragon." As if they were in a greaser movie, Emzadi proceeded to stand to her full height before walking over to where Lucy stood giggling with her hand pressed to her mouth in attempts to stifle the lovely sound with no effect and draped her arm heavily over the smaller blonde's shoulders with a smug grin on her face. Her sleepy-eyed gaze pinned him where he was for a few moments longer before rubbing her cheek against Lucy's temple and refocused on the other three mages left in the room. A small mage with an unusual set of mismatched eyes that reminded her of the tabby that hung around the stable with a shock of bright green hair that reminded her of those 'Mr Yuck' stickers let out the most dramatic relieving sigh just as she stepped over Gajeel's poor slumped body. "Thank god someone shut those two morons up. I really hope someone has a plan to get out of the creep heap because my head hurts, I haven't slept in two days and I'm so fucking done with this whole experience. Thanks for the ride but I'd like my money back."
A rough hand went to rub the back of a salmon topped head as his bright timbre drawled in ways that had Lucy glaring at the Fire Mage. She was the only one awake who knew what that tone meant. Natsu was about to say something no one wanted to hear and he would follow it up with a genuine motion of friendship and plucky go getter attitude and then she would be left to figure out a real way out of this. "Well the thing about it is...I'm pretty sure the only way to get out of the book is by touching the book again."
Lucy's shoulders dropped. Nope. She was wrong. This was much worse.
Cradling her head in her hand as she stepped away from Emzadi, much to the taller blonde's chagrin as an unbecoming frown sprouted on her face growing deeper with each step her mate took away from her and towards what was essentially a group of strangers to her save Cristoff and Lucy and Lucy only got that title despite also being a stranger in all aspects but one very important one because they were mates. "What do you mean we have to touch the book? How can we touch the book that brought us here when we touched it the first time? How could the book even be here?"
"I didn't touch a book," Emzadi offered unhelpfully.
"I didn't either," Cristoff added as he eased Natsu's hand from running himself bald to hold it in his own with a smirk down at the surprised Fire Slayer looking up at him like he hung the stars.
Vaara was not in slightest happy about this revelation as she crossed the hall to at least check on her guildmaster so she didn't have to lie to Rogue when he asked her if she played nicely. "Well I fucking did and Sting must have as well. Though it seems more likely the book up and grew legs and walked over to touch him first." Her eyes sliding sideways to watch his reaction with a glib smirk.
From his position sprawled on the floor, he gave her a look that said 'really?' to match the tone of his next words. "You couldn't save that jab for a day that hasn't been a total shitshow for me? My mate is a mute psycho with wings and no face," pointing to the heap of white and black robes over what honestly could have been a girl or a guy for all the layers and androgynous facial features peeking through the smooth obsidian mask covering most of their face; the only feature you could discern for sure was the pale grey of their expressionless eyes before his other hand pointed to where Emzadi was making little grabby hands behind Lucy's back like a cartoon villain as she crossed over to try and get anymore information from Natsu who was lost in a round of soft purring as Cristoff took to playing with his hair, "and sunny-d just tossed me like a ragdoll. I don't need your pisspoor attitude as well, Vaara."
They remained silent though every single set of eyes was currently boring into the side of Sting's face since the tone he used was actually authoritative. Somewhat. He just flopped backwards with thud as he whispered tiredly behind his palms digging into his eye sockets. "What am I supposed to do with a mate that won't talk to me?"
Lucy looked up at her mate with big brown doe eyes filled with sympathy for the White Dragon Slayer and Emzadi looked back down at her with an attempt to keep up her tough girl-don't touch my mate front before it crumbled into nothing after less than two seconds against a powerful set of puppy eyes like Lucy had with flippant wave of her hand and a huff. "Fine, fine, let's go cheer Sparkles the dragon up." Earning a brilliant smile from her bubbly Celestial Mage as she practically dragged the tall Solar Slayer over to Sting's prone body.
Natsu looked up at Cristoff from just below the Lunar Slayer's chin to ask with an air of seriousness that went completely unnoticed by anyone who knew better from the pinkette. "What do you make of it," giving his chin a dip towards the winged unknown aspect to the whole party; Sting's unnamed and unidentified mate. Whoever it was was buried under too many layers to get a good reading on anything about them but the set of white tattered leather wings neatly tucked against their back gave both dragons a round of goosebumps that didn't sit quite right. Not evil or bad, just corrupt but familiar in a way at its original core.
The raven-haired slayer took a deep inhale and focused but couldn't make anything out aside from a near constant nervous energy growing tighter with each passing minute from the unknown. "I don't know what to make of it besides the fact that we need to get out of here as soon as possible. They aren't going to stay calm for very much longer even with me here."
"How is it that this book managed to get Lucy and Natsu all the way wherever they were and Sting and I-" Suddenly, the Corrosion Mage choked on her own words before hissing out, "Shit. We couldn't figure out what happened to Rogue before Sting started crying for him. He's probably somewhere around here as well."
Gajeel having been content to just stay down while everyone else lived their lives finally piped up from where he had sat up with his legs crossed, his eyes dark and his voice rough with his displeasure. "Shrimps here somewhere too."
Raising her brow as Lucy peered back over her shoulder with a look of genuine confusion. "She wasn't in there with you?" Everyone in Fairy Tail just assumed the one of the two would eventually get over whatever was holding them back and they'd finally admit that after years of telling everyone that they were just friends, they were a couple.
"Does it look like she's fuckin' in there with me?" It was biting and harsh but he had just been forced into taking a nap to sleep through the brunt force of one of Emzadi's attacks head on. He's earned some irritability.
Taking account for everyone present, his mate was the green haired Corrosion mage from Sabertooth named Vaara she had seen a handful of times at the guild and at the new Grand Magic Games as a member of Sabertooth's team and not Levy since Vaara was the one currently lifting and poking at the layers of Sting's mates robes and the Solid Script Mage was nowhere in sight. Lucy conceded with reluctant nod of her head as she tried to think of a silver lining to the news. "Fair enough. At least we know Vaara."
"We don't know anythin', Bunny. I have no fuckin' clue who that is."
"Seriously." Looking at him incredulously because they had just had the fellow guild over for one of their parties and while the new guild hall was large, it wasn't so large that he wouldn't at least remember meeting the girl, "You don't remember her at all."
"Did I stutter, Bunny."
Her palm hit her forehead as she grumbled under her breath about him being an absolute moron before they heard the sound of stone crumbling echo down the hall followed immediately by the victorious heavily accented shouts of a female. "That is so bloody cool! I can't believe you actually just did that. Not gonna lie, I thought you were mad there for a tick."
Before a familiar emotionless draw pulled the attention of everyone save Sting's mate since it was one that they all knew. "Can you not do that?"
"Do what?" Innocent and instant.
"That." Insistent and tired. Lucy could just see his face growing more and more tight at the bright lilting chatter of his mate.
They heard a tongue click before who they all assumed to be Laxus' mate drawled sarcastically, "Oh be still me heart, such eloquence and poetry. You really need work on your people skills, babe."
The Lightning Slayer came into view first, his eyes midroll as his hand rubbed down the side of his face with a look that Lucy and Natsu were extremely familiar with, the former having called it in her mind before it happened. Laxus Dreyar was annoyed and by the looks of it, it had everything to do with the orange head of short choppy hair being held back by a pair of circular mechanics goggles poking out from behind him with a mess of freckles and eyes the clearest shade of sky blue. Despite his gruff demeanor towards her, he was still allowing her to use him as a human shield, one of her hands gripping the fabric of his navy button up as her head tilted up towards his face, her voice teeming with curiosity. "Are these your lost children cause if they are, you were very misleading in the number of kiddos you had runnin' around," her brows wiggling playfully only earning the barest hint of a smirk from the blond guildmaster before she took that as a yes and stepped out from behind him fully to reveal a woman about Lucy's height wearing a pair of dirty faded coveralls rolled and tied at the waist with her chest wrapped in what looked to be fresh bandages. Her arms were muscular and defined on display but covered in smudges and grease. It didn't take away any of the impact her crooked, dimpled smile had as she confidently introduced herself with an expert curtsy that raised eyebrows in round at who this dirtball young woman was. "Lady Loriellia Alexandria Bernadotte, Lady of the House of the West and very happy to make your acquaintance."
Raising her head, she nearly burst out in peals of laughter at her own private joke. While that was her unfortunate name and title, she rarely acted as Lady since her father was perfectly capable of keeping the people of the western piece of Iceberg safe and fed. "But please don't ever call me that. Just call me Lola and I'll try to keep from biting you," with a cheesy toothless grin on her face as she looked at each face as they introduced themselves in kind.
Laxus immediately looked to Lucy as he asked point-blank, "How're we doing?"
Taking in a breath, the Celestial Mage tried to summarize as best she could, "Okay so, Levy and Rogue are still missing-"
Laxus interjected, "-and Bickslow."
She repeated a little slower than before but still positive. "Levy, Rogue and Bickslow are still missing but everyone here is safe, healthy and mated. Gajeel with Vaara, Sting with...Sting's mate…" stopping to give the poor pouty Saber another sympathetic smile before turning back towards her guildmaster, "Natsu with Cristoff and Emzadi and I. Which means Cobra's thrown in the mix somewhere unless there are even more dragon slayers out there we didn't know about."
Laxus let that informations all sink in. Two of Bicklow's siblings being mated to Lucy and Natsu. Cristoff being mated to Natsu. What kind of gods did he piss off to earn that punishment? Laxus wasn't worried about Lucy and Emzadi since the Solar Slayer wasn't half the trouble her team was though both couples seemed the only ones actually doing a good job at being mated.
In fact, Vaara was staring at Gajeel with a contemptuous look as if this was the first time hearing the news. Which she made clear by means of squaring up to the Iron Dragon Slayer, the platform of her boots making them nearly eye level with each other. "What in fuck does that mean, dragon?"
Sting and Natsu let out snickers at Gajeel getting scolded by his mate in front of everyone which were silenced by a Cristoff's soft whispering in his mates ear and the death glare Lucy was shooting the idiot blond who had yet to even get his mates name.
"Tch, didn't know ya were deaf, sweetheart." Smug grin on his face as he caught the way her eyes darted up as she tried to blow her too-long fringe out of her face with an annoyed pout before she stepped closer with her right eye, her toxic eye, narrowed and a cheshire smirk of her own quirked her lip as a blatant challenge.
"Want to know a fucking fun fact, buddy." The dark tone of her voice was teeming with her own exhilaration at going toe to toe with someone unwilling to back down. Vaara didn't give him the chance to say anything before her hand latched around his scarred wrist and his hand started turning a sickly bright orange, the studs flaking away as she pulled him forward to whisper in his ear, "Iron is the easiest thing to corrode. It turns such a pretty shade of orange don't you think sweetheart," before releasing her hold and shoving the stunned Dragon Slayer back.
Flexing his wrist as the last of the flakes of her magic fell away from his skin, he had to think through what just happened again before realizing he was sporting a very noticeable hard-on and coming to the conclusion that there was going to be no easy living, sunshine and moonbeams bullshit like Lucy and Natsu got for him. For whatever sick reason the thought only made his cock twitch before he let out a groan and shamelessly adjusted himself to ease some of his ache, glaring at the cocky Saber standing right beside him despite having just put a big shitfest about it in the first place.
Emzadi ducked her head to whisper in Lucy's ear quietly, "I totally want to role play that later, sunshine. We'll get you a pair boots like hers and her can yell at me all you want."
"Emzadi!" Lucy loud-whispered to her mate, scandalized but incapable of holding in all her chuckles.
Laxus had been paying attention to the impressive display between Gajeel and his green-haired mate when he heard the unmistakable sound of his best friends cackling laughter, muffled through the stone but close. Having noticed the Lightning Slayer's distraction, his mate strolled right up in front of him and motioned for him to bend down with one hand while the other stayed firm on her hip. Glancing passed her easily since she was the same height as Lucy and hindered his field of vision none, he took in the relatively stable state everyone was in before obliging his little mate who took the news remarkably well for someone of such a high standing politically to duck lower as she leaned her weight on his chest and stood on the tips of her worn boots to meet him as close to the middle as it was going to get. "I'm sure you've noticed already but that person has wings. I've never seen a person with wings before and you make me feel like my life is less in danger so I'm gonna stick with you, babe, 'kay?" It was lighter than he'd have thought possible.
Letting out a few husky chuckles, her set his hand on top of her head before turning her around and tucking her under his arm in a move that made the whole thing much better for Lola all around. In her admittance that she herself couldn't use magic to him before he busted through the wall of their cell, she had unknowingly become the sole object of his dragons affection. She wasn't weak by any means and physically, she was stronger than the majority of Fairy Tail's mages by the looks of her toned and muscular build but it was a sign for him that his mate, his perfect other half, was a regular civilian. Not regular since she had a title and name longer than he had breath for, but a non-mage. He wasn't like Natsu or Gajeel who wanted someone to keep up with their dragon magically; he wanted someone that would always be there when he came home who he would never have to look at from the view of a guildmaster looking at one of his mages. He also really liked that she hung all over him. It's been awhile since he's felt more than a passing touch from his mages and Lola's was better than any he's ever felt before.
"Please tell me someone else hears that cackling because I don't think I can handle it if it's just me." Sting's eyes were peeking over his mate's shoulders, their eyes still unmoving though Natsu was determined to stare into them from across the group until they blinked at least, as the White Dragon's deep blue eyes shifted back and forth down either side of the hallway.
All the other dragon slayer's gave their reassurances that they too heard the cackling and every single one of them could name the source without a doubt. Bickslow left that kind of resounding impression that you could recognize his laughter through a foot and a half of stone.
"He's on the other side of the side of the wall by the sounds of it," was all the Lightning Slayer drawled before giving Emzadi a pointed look to say 'okay kid, get to getting' which she answered by sticking her tongue out and nestling Lucy closer, her arms wrapping around the front of her mate to say 'no old man, my mate is comfortable'.
Unamused, Laxus kept his gaze even as Lola looked between the three mages all with beautiful golden hair and unnaturally unique bone structures with astonishment. Iceberg was a land of a people with dark hair and blue eyes and while her bright orange hair was rarer, blond's were considered the ideal and she was essentially about to marry one which was a huge step up from having to marry some random titled idiot from her mother country.
Bright orange eyes rolled at the ridiculous dad-stare she was getting from Laxus. She pulled her arms high above her head to stretch her arms as she made her way to the part of the wall she heard her big brother through. "Don't worry boys, I'll show you how a real dragon works and I won't leave a mess behind like you oafs do," her voice was playful but sharp in a way that reminded you she could kill you with very little effort at all at the drop of a hat.
True to her word, it took her very little time to get through the wall before beckoning Lucy to her side to see who was about to become her new draconic brother or sister and welcome them to the Pradesh family with a proper intrusive introduction.
When they watched Bix's head of shoulder length blue hair pulled back in a loose bun pop through, his wide smile promising mischief as he noted the presence of two of his siblings, he had started making a beeline for Emzadi since she was closest to him only to have his fiesty younger sister shove his face aside with a toothy grin before saying "I'm waiting," with a familial brow waggle that left him cackling once again since he had no idea why she was waiting. Cobra hadn't told him anything and he had very limited knowledge on what was happening around him and ultimately, to him. His mate hadn't told anyone anything about it. Cristoff was more than happy to accept Bickslow's bear hug since he himself was a connoisseur of sorts on the matter and he missed his big brother.
The instant Cobra stepped foot through the door, Lucy was squished between her mate and the dangerous Poison Slayer as Emzadi started chattering excitedly right in Cobra's pointed ear to earn a cringe and warning growl from the shorter man. "Wow, you are really cute. My brother has mated well and you're so small." He was actually considered on the tall end of the spectrum at 5'11 but compared to freakishly tall giants like Bickslow and his siblings, he guessed that was short. "I bet Bixy-bo just loves watching you give it to him with that broody look and scar."
"Jesus fuck." Laxus choked in his own shock at the Solar Slayer's complete lack of filter.
Lucy squeaked out from just below his chin to finally have someone to share astonishment with, "I know, right?"
Everyone watched to see what the Seith would have to say after an easy set-up like that, especially one very uncomfortable and unhappy maroon-headed dragon slayer.
From where he had one arm draped over Cristoff's shoulders bent to poke at his new little pinkette brother, Bickslow drawled lazily with a wink at the Poison Slayer, "I definitely wouldn't complain about the view." Before his brain rewound his sisters words and he stood straight up with a gleam in his eye that promised hell for Cobra. "Did you just say mated, Em darling?"
Shaking her head of blonde hair at the Poison Slayer, she whispered with a playful smile showing off her fangs, "Naughty, naughty, little dragon," before releasing him and confirming that she had in fact said mated before in regards to the relationship between he and said Poison Slayer.
Bickslow took the three strides over to stand beside his supposed mate to cross his arms over his chest and check out the his fingernails, noticing his left middle finger had a chip out of the otherwise pristine black polish, as he loomed over him patiently.
Cobra snapped from where he was adjusting himself back to normal after the jostling and unwated affection from the blonde amazon dragon. "What."
"You knew we were mates?" It was spoken with false casualness.
Rolling his amethyst eye, he spoke with a candor that would seem harsh to anyone who didn't know Cobra. "Yeah but I was trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of living alone for as long as possible."
Dropping his hand to say 'wow, man', he just stared at his fellow Fairy.
This time, Cobra's voice was a little drawn and tired as he repeated. "What."
Knowing the Slayer knew exactly the reasoning he was waiting for, Bickslow gave him a few pointed blinks of his twisting red eyes to prompt the shorter mage to grumble out, "I was going to tell you."
"Why do I not believe that at all, dude." All smiles after getting the grumpy man to at least show a little bit of remorse for being a dick to the man fated to be his, the Seith swept his surly mate up in his arms with a wide curling smile on his tanned Boscan face to pull him in a deep kiss that almost made Cobra second-guess waiting so long to say something to the boisterous man as he felt lithe fingers brush the sensitive skin of his ears to pull a purr so deep and loud, Natsu actually saw Sting's mate's eyes blink with a howl of victory that went unnoticed by everyone else since this was Bickslow and Erik they were watching make-out like a bunch of horny teenagers.
Whistles and catcalls sounded from everyone save Gajeel, Vaara and Sting's mate at the romantic sweep as Cristoff made a 'gimme' motion to Emzadi before whispering victoriously, "I told you he was a power bottom."
She narrowed her eyes hotly, "I can guarantee that man," pointing to the man her brother was playing an intense match of tonsil hockey with, "would take pleasure in a dick up his ass. Bickslow's dick to be exact. So I'm not giving you jack shit, moonbeam." Crossing her arms over chest in a matter of fact way that had Lucy and Natsu nearly falling over in stitches at the hilarious exchange between the two siblings.
When the two men finally came up for air, Bickslow spent the following ten minutes introducing himself to all the new faces before stopping in front of Sting's mate with a brow cocked as he looked them over head to toe. Just as he was about to try and get a reading on their soul, the sound of stone hitting stone echoed once again and Lucy couldn't help but squeal, "Finally! I wonder if Rogue will have given Levy his cape to keep her warm. I bet he's romantic like that." Lost with hearts in her eyes as she clutched her hands to her chest.
Knowing that Rogue did not smell like dirt and christmas trees, Sting spoke evenly, "Whoever is with Levy isn't Rogue which means-"
"-another Dragon Slayer."
Silence fell over the group as Laxus, Cristoff and Emzadi turned down the dimly lit hall to wait and see who their new dragon was.
~ Sooooo let me know what you think!
Emzadi and Lucy are giving me life and you all have the amazing 19vanelkc to thank for it. Seriously love, your mind is wonderful.
and Cobra with Bixy is because I love those two and they deserve each other.
If this goes as planned(which things rarely do but I'll keep the illusion up for myself) this story may act as a jumping point for series of smut-shots but I have way too many new character for that to have worked right off the bat XD~
PS Sting's mate has a personality, it just doesn't in sol Viraag for reason YET TO BE NAMED MUHAHAHAHA *ahem* anyway...More to come my beauties!