#ft x reader

from across the bar, drying a cup in her hands, mirajane raises a curious brow. “what’s the matter, y/n?”

meeting her eyes, you pout, draped across the top of her bar rather dramatically. your hands stretch out before you, and you not so subtly shove the cup of ice away from you. “i’m hungry.”

“oh,” she frowns, concerned, eyes momentarily eyeing the cup of ice you'd shoved away. “i can make you something if you’d like? you need only ask, y/n. you know that.”

you turn to her, letting your chin rest on the table instead of your cheek and frown, not having meant to insult her. “I know, mira. thank you,” you say honestly, sending her a small smile. “it’s not food really that i’m hungry for, it’s—“

whatever you’d been about to say promptly gets cut off by the sound of the doors open. you straighten, surprising mirajane as you practically leap to your feet. instantly, your head is snapping towards the door, desperately hopeful, before your eyes practically shine at the sight of a familiar dark-haired (shirtless) mage.

“gray!” you call, bounding towards him without a second thought.

at the sound of his name, gray turns to face you, settling once he realizes just who called for him. his face brightens and a gentle smile curls on his lips as his arms widen to hug you, body obviously easing at you, his girlfriend, given how much he’d missed you while taking solo job.

it wasn't even like he'd been gone for that long — the mission had taken no more than two days. it was just rare that the two of you didn't go together, or at least with the rest of team natsu, but you hadn't been feeling well so you'd opted out.

you'd severely regretted that decision the second gray left.

except, you don’t jump into his arms like gray expects, arms shifting to prepare himself. instead, you stop right before him, hands reaching to clasp his wrist and tug it towards your chest.

“ice.”

and he blinks, stunned and confused, the whole thing happening in a blink of the eye to gray. he's dreadfully confused and a little disappointed because he'd been looking forward to that hug and then, your words register and he smirks teasingly.

“and here i thought you actually missed me.”

eyes shifting from his hand to his eyes, you pause. “oh, yes, gray of course i missed you. im glad you’re safe,” you rush out in a way that doesn’t completely seem heartfelt in the way gray had really wanted. but, he guessed, it was that thought that counted?

“now, ice. im starving.”

huffing, gray moves to oblige, not able to deny your request but still pouting about it.

“seriously,” he whines, feeling rerribly unlike himself (only you would have the ability to make him whine), holding his hand and making some ice for you to take. “it’s like you just use me to eat my ice. did you know that i missed you and you were on my thoughts the entire—“

gray halts when he feels your lips press against his cheek.

lips parting, his eyes follow you as you lean back, the ice he’d made for you held safely in your hands as you beam up at him.

“thank you,” you whisper, warm and genuine.

the sight of you smiling at him like that and the sound of your voice has gray short circuiting, cheeks turning a bright red as you move to happily munch of the ice.

“mm!” you exclaims, giddy and satisfied. “delicious. as always. no other ice can compare.”

and it’s silly and stupid. it’s just ice, but it melts gray’s heart and your words mean so much to him that all he can manage is to smile back at you, eyes flooded with love.

"you're welcome," he muses, watching you with adoring eyes. with the ice happily in your hands as you munch away, gray wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he leads you towards a table.

truthfully, he'll give you all the ice in the world if it makes you that happy every time.

Laxus Dreyar is a man of few words and high intensity. His romantic gestures aren't typically grand, public displays; instead, they are grounded in protection, subtle physical presence, and the few things he truly values, like music and his guild family.

The Silent Guardian: Laxus expresses love through vigilance. He won't say "I'm worried," but you'll notice he’s always positioned between you and any potential threat, whether it’s a rowdy guild brawl or a dangerous mission.

Practical Caretaking: Laxus shows he cares by handling the "heavy lifting" in your life—literally and figuratively. This might look like carrying all the groceries without being asked or quietly fixing something in your home that he noticed was broken.

Shielding Your Weaknesses: If you’re insecure about something, Laxus won’t coddle you with sweet words. Instead, he’ll find ways to make that weakness irrelevant or stand in the gap, so you never have to feel vulnerable.

Sharing His Music: Laxus is rarely seen without his Magic Headphones. A major romantic gesture for him is letting you listen to what he's playing or even gifting you a pair so you can listen to the same "database" of music together.

Heavy, Grounding Touch: Laxus isn't much for delicate PDA, but he is incredibly tactile in private. Expect "heavy" gestures—resting a large hand on your shoulder, pulling you into a firm side-hug, or letting you lean against him while he reads.

The "Laxus-Sized" Jacket: Laxus is a big man who wears a signature coat. Draping his coat over your shoulders when you’re cold (or even when you aren't) is his way of "marking" you as his and ensuring you're comfortable.

Including You with the Tribe: The Thunder Legion is Laxus's inner circle. Inviting you to hang out with Freed, Bickslow, and Evergreen is his version of "meeting the family." If he’s comfortable with you around them, you’re officially part of his world.

Rare, Honest Praise: Laxus doesn't give compliments often, so when he does, they carry immense weight. He might tell you that you're "acceptable" or "strong," which, coming from him, is the equivalent of a Shakespearean sonnet.

Quiet Afternoons: For someone so loud and powerful, Laxus cherishes peace. A romantic afternoon for him is simply sitting in the same room as you, both doing your own thing, but maintaining physical contact—like his feet resting near yours or a hand on your knee.

Laxus glances towards the Raven Tail’s stadium, eyes set on the true figure of the youngest Dreyar. A small girl peeking out of the balcony and towards her ‘guildmates’, his eyes connecting with hers for a brief moment, eyes filled with sorrow and fear despite her young age.

‘So that’s her,’ he thought, a frown on his face as before his sight set on his father before him.

“…You plan to battle all of us? We’ve studied your every weakness, we’ve exerted our power for seven years to build this guild!”

“Yeah, the old man had you figured out long ago; your numbers, guild location, operating expenses… and now the existence of her, he knows everything,” he called, gesturing to the girl on the balcony who ducked down as eyes shifted to her.

“Gajeel! He betrayed us!” Flare exclaimed

“The old man knew everything, but he made no move,” he finished, watching his father’s shocked face at the news as his thoughts drifted off

Laxus scoffed, his eyes shifting from the window, and he addressed his grandfather. It had been a few days since their return to the guild after the Tenroujima war. With reunions out of the way, more serious matters were now left, such as the case of Ivan Dreyar.

“Are you sure it’s okay to let them be?” Laxus asked with a frown on his face at the thought.

“You said my old man had information that could hurt the guild,” he added.

“Seven years have passed since then,” Makarov sighed, eyes closed, as he took in the tranquil environment he had so much missed.

“But still…” Laxus trailed off, unsure if leaving someone like his father unchecked would really be the best option.

“In those seven years, there have been no signs that any information has been leaked.” He assured his grandson calmly

“You can’t be sure of that,” Laxus sighed.

“No. I am sure of it,” Makarov stated as he opened his eyes.

“They are more than aware of how damaging that information can be if it gets out. Ivan hasn’t been up to any mischief or done anything to hurt the guild when we were gone. If he’s not causing any trouble, then I have no intention of stirring anything up.” The master finished, perhaps his son had just given up on his old ways and started a new life.

“About that… “a voice called in hesitantly, calling from the doorway, gaining the attention of the Dreyars

“We tried to keep tabs on them, and well, here,” Macao muttered as he approached the third master and placed a small pack of papers in his hands.

“I think you guys might want some space when you read this, so I figured this was the best time, so that I will leave you to it,” he called as he walked back into the deck of the guild.

“What is it, おじいさん?” Laxus questioned, a hint of worry in his tone as he noticed the blood draining from his grandfather’s face, the more he read the Document

“Ivan...he had another child,” Makarov muttered, eyes widened as he flipped through the pages.

“What?!” Laxus exclaimed, hurrying to the man’s side as he too began scanning the papers

The two remained silent for a while., Laxus eventually made his way back to the ledge he had previously occupied, his elbows on his knee, his face leaning on his hands, his body hunched over as he took the information in.

“We’re going to get her, right?” Laxus asked, glancing at the older Dreyar.

“We have to be smart about this,” Makarov replied, turning to his grandson.

“Perhaps the child is in no harm’s way, but if that is not the case, we have to be careful on how we approach this.”

“We will have Gajeel get in contact with Ivan so we can get the whole picture,” Makarov muttered.

Laxus thought of the conversation he and his grandfather had.

“Guess somewhere in him, Gramps still had faith in you, because you are Father and son,” he called, disappointed, much to Ivan’s anger, clenching his teeth so hard that small pieces snapped off.

Shut up,” he roared as he released his magic to the young man, shikigami flying towards Laxus in all directions.

“All this time! I have waited all this time so I could get my hands on Lumen Histoire! Done nothing for seven years?! Don’t make me laugh! As if those nobodies you left behind would know anything about it!” He sneered, upping his power and watching with satisfaction as the paper dolls began cutting into his skin.

“I have searched everywhere, Magnolia, the guild, and even Tenroujima! But I never found it! So, where is it? You’re my son, Laxus, right?! Tell me where Lumen Histoire is!” He angrily urged, turning to the odd creature behind him.

“Now, Obra! Remove his magic! Show him the true power of the guild created to fight Fairy Tail!”

Laxus’s eyes widened as the creature opened his arms, activating his magic only for a small paper form to collide with him. Laxus glanced at the source, noticing the small hand that reached from the raven tail’s stadium, with Dokucha seemingly willing her magic forward. It was a small distraction, but it was all Laxus needed to launch into the offense and make quick work of Raven Tail.

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“No! Don’t touch me!” The small girl cried, wacking away at the guard’s hands.

“I-I’m sorry, miss, but we have to take you too,” a guard tried to explain.

“Your father was taken in…. We can’t just leave a child behind.” Another one cut in, trying to calm the child down. The frown grew deeper as she shook her head, tears streaming down her face. The guard looked at his partner, who shrugged his shoulders, confused.

“We will take her,” an older but jovial voice piped up.

“It’s FairyTail’s Master and his grandson!” the guard piped up, spotting the two Dreyars standing in the halls of the coliseum.

“I-I’m sorry, sir, but we can’t just let her go with anyone,” he stuttered out.

“It’s alright, she’s our next-of-kin,” he waved off.

“In that case, as long as the child agrees, she can choose to come with us for placement or stay with family.

“How about it! Would you like to come with us?” Makarov asked, a gentle smile on his face and a hand outstretched towards her.

Faced with the decision of being taken away or remaining strangers, she nodded her head and ran to hide between Laxus’s legs, watching the soldiers leave. Shrinking slightly as the blond directed his gaze towards her, she hid.

“You stopped Obra when he was attacking,” he stated matter-of-factly, raising a brow as she nodded shyly.

“Why”

“Cause…

“Because?” He urged turning to face her

“It was mean…. Father said that fairy tail was the worst but I saw how happy you were and how you protected eachother and I thought maybe… maybe I could do it too.” She muttered

Laxus smiled at her response, kneeling down to her level, putting a hand on her head.

“What’s your name?”

“D-Dokucha, Dokucha Dreyar”

“I’m Laxus Dreyar,” he replied with a smile.

“D-Dreyar?!” She exclaimed, looking up at him in shock

“I’m your brother.”

“I -I have a brother?” She mumbled, looking up at him, lips trembling and eyes filling with tears as she threw herself on his arms, letting out a choked sob as he enveloped her in his arms. Until a small thought came to mind as she leaned away from the man, her sight set on the older man next to them.

“Then, your….

“I’m your grandfather,” he confirmed, with a similar teary smile on his face as he watched the child light up at the news, letting out a yelp as she threw herself on him, throwing them both to the ground.

“Old man!”

“Jee! He kept his promise!” She cried

She remembered the night she had heard sounds coming from her father’s office; she knew she shouldn’t enter the room, especially since getting caught would result in another punishment, but even such a thought couldn't overwhelm her curiosity and hope for an escape. Pushing the door open slightly, she quickly noticed one of her father’s paper dolls floating on his desk; a voice coming from it.

“Jee promised me that you guys would save me, that fairy tail would save me.”

“I’m so glad,” she sobbed, clenching her grandfather’s clothing tightly, digging her face into them.

After a few minutes, they ensured the oldest was fine after such a move. Then, they made their way back to their stadium, with the girl holding onto Makarov’s hand as they did.

“Hey, Granpa?” She questioned

“Hm?”

“Can I join Fairy Tail? She asked, watching as a grin grew on the old man’s face.

“Yes”

“What is a guild like? Father only ordered people around; they would get hurt if they didn’t do what he told them to,” she said, remembering all the times she had been witness to such events. She tilted her head, confused, as the Dreyars stopped walking, and Laxus suddenly picked her up, placing her on his hip.

“Dokucha…” Makarov started looking at the child with a serious expression on his face.

“Did your father ever hit you?” He asked, but deep down, he already knew the answer; both of them did, and this was only confirmed when Dokucha silently nodded.

“Dokucha, from here on out, nobody will touch you. If they do, they will have to answer to me,” Laxus rumbled, lifting up a fist and lighting it up.

“I can’t change what happened in the past, but I promise you, my child, from here on out, you will have a family that will love you and protect you, now and forever, because you are a member of Fairy Tail." Makarov promised.

“Thank you,” she called, cuddling into her brother’s arm. Watching with excitement as they entered the fairy tail balcony where she could meet her new family.

“Thank you,” she called, cuddling into her brother’s arm. Watching with excitement as they entered the fairy tail balcony where she could meet her new family.

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You almost never fell ill.

Actually, scratch that. You sometimes fell ill, but usually you could function just fine.

But this time? Oh boy, this time it hit you hard.

At first it started like any other flu or cold. But after a few days you quickly felt awful, with 0 energy and just... unable to think.

You were taken to the guild so Porlyusica could take a look at you.

She demanded you stay at the guild until your fever has gone down - you were severely confused and you made no sense when talking.

She also didn't want anyone seeing you for the time being - rest is important!

You were only allowed visitors after your fever has gone down and you were a bit more conscious of where you were.

It was then that Gray stood near you all the time.

He often used his ice magic to cool you down - not too much though!

The man also made it very clear you should rest, meanwhile he would talk to you about his last job.

Worry was written all over his face, so he annoyed the elderly doctor - if there was something he could do for you.

She said a very strong No. The only thing he could do for now is make you company and help lower your fever.

As you got better, Gray started bringing you some gifts, like your favourite chocolate, a flower you liked, and so on.

You also started chatting more! When he saw you giggling he felt so relieved!!

That man never left your side while you recovered.

It took a couple of days to be able to go home, but Porlyusica told you to wait a week to go back to getting jobs.

You were super bummed out.

Gray helped you get home and you also got some help from your guildmates to bring you supplies for the week.

As you lived alone, the guild had a spare key to your apartment.

That meant constant visit from many people.

But the one who came by more was Gray.

He check your temperature ever so often.

Made sure you had healthy food and something to pass time - a book, a puzzle, something.

He also made mental notes of how well you were improving!

Gray didn't go to any jobs until you got better.

He made sure to make you company whenever he could, but he tried to not be overwhelming - being sick drains out your energy!

He also got mad at Natsu when he suggested pestering you.

That poor boy was anxious 24/7. He didn't let you do the most mundane things - washing dishes? leave it to him. Cooking? he brought you something Mira made. A Walk? only when he is with you.

He only calmed a bit when you got annoyed at this overprotectiveness and did those tasks yourselves.

Even after you were all healed, Gray still kept an eye on you. Just to be sure.

All in all, Gray gets super worried when you are sick and he tries his best to make you feel better!

He also tries to not be overwhelming, but sometimes, his overprotectiveness get the best of him.

He will make you rest a lot and make sure you are well taken care of! Gray is a great nurse, when push comes shove!

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always asking you to come with him when he’s doing a quest ; alone or not, it doesn’t matter, he always want you to come 

asks you to train with him and Lily, saying you could learn a thing or two from each other

it happened one time, but he came on the guild’s stage to sing for you : most embarrassing thing he ever done, but also probably the most adorable one

fighting with the boys about who have the best girlfriend ; always ends up with no winner because they’re fighting 

you feel a bit stupid for even doubting how much he could love you, but it’s never bad to get a reminder

but he’s always sure he’s not doing enough 

Gajeel was sitting at the bar of the guild, head resting against the counter as he seemed completely depressed. Mirajane looked at him, tilting his head to the side. It was unusual to see him like that, because he was the type to never give up.  “What’s wrong?” She asked, and a long sigh left the dragon slayer’s lips. “y/n is not feeling well, I heard her talking with Levy the other day. She thinks she’s too masculine, but I don’t know how to show her she’s perfect.” A smile appeared on the girl’s lips, and she crossed her arms.  “Did you try telling her? Like you’re doing right now?” Gajeel sat up straight almost immediately, a blush rushing across his face. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that!” It was almost like Mirajane asked him to do the most difficult thing ever. She laughed slightly, and Gajeel looked away with a pout.  “Nothing would be clearer than your words themselves,” she said, and he knew she was right. He took a deep breath before standing up and leaving in a hurry. You weren’t in the guild, neither was Lily ; so he knew exactly where you were. In a few minutes, he was at the spot where you were training with Lily.  He cleared his throat loudly, making both of you stop. You looked at him, a bit surprised to see your boyfriend here. You stepped closer, an eyebrow raised. “Is everything okay?” You asked, and Gajeel took a deep breath.  “You’re perfect as you are,” he started, and you blinked a few times, not understanding what was happening. You were about to say something, but he stopped you. It was difficult enough without you intervening.  “I don’t want you to ever doubt yourself, especially how you look. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I adore every inch of you. I don’t care if you’re not all small and fragile ; I love you for how you are and I love everything about it.” He was almost out of breath.  You stayed silent for a few moments, because you didn’t expect any of this to happen. You noticed how he was trying to make an effort recently, but you never thought he would come to you to say it like this to your face. Slowly, a smile appeared on your lips. You cupped his face between yours hands, leaving a small kiss against his lips.  “Thank you Gajeel. I appreciate it, I really do,” you said, and a smile appeared on his own lips right after your words. That was all he wanted to see. You were the prettiest when you were smiling, and nothing should make you doubt this.

“You seem distracted today. What’s wrong?” He offered his hand. You glared at it, but still took it as he easily pulled you to your feet.

“It’s nothing.” You weren’t going to tell him you were on your period and having god-awful cramps, because then, he wouldn’t want to train with you anymore. It bothered you, feeling weak compared to him, especially during times like this.

He only sighed. “Let’s take a break.”

“I’m fine, Laxus-”

“Who said the break was for you?” he interrupted.

You scoffed. “You need a break? Yeah, right.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting down against a nearby tree.

You sat beside him. He offered you some water and you gladly took it.

“So, are you gonna tell me or what?”

You sighed. “I’m. Fine.”

“And I have neon pink hair.”

You glared at him once more before smirking. “It’d suit you.”

He scoffed.

After a moment of silence passed, you stood up. “C’mon.” You grabbed his hand to pull him up, but he wouldn’t budge.

“I think I’m done for the day.”

“Laxus, I told you. I’m fi- argh-” You doubled over in pain as a particular sharpness stabbed in your lower abdomen.

“(Name)!” Laxus was quick to rush up to you, grabbing your shoulders. “Are you injured?!”

“No-” you managed out, “I’m on my period.”

Realization hit his features as irritation built up. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t train with me if you knew,” you sighed.

“And why does that matter?” His voice was stern.

“Because, Laxus, I want to be strong.” You were growing as impatient with him as he was with you.

“What?”

“I don’t want to hold you back during jobs. I want you to think I’m strong.” You frowned, feeling tears sting at your eyes. Those damned hormones…

“You are strong. But strength also comes from knowing when to stop.” He took your chin between his finger and thumb and tilted your head to look at him.

You blushed. “You’re just saying that.”

“Perhaps.” He smirked and you puffed out your cheeks. “I’ll…” he sighed, “I’ll pamper you if you agree to rest.” He looked away, eyebrows furrowing as his cheeks dusted a light pink color. He never wanted to admit to being soft, but when it came to you..?

You slowly smirked. “Chocolate?” He nodded. “Bubble bath?” He nodded. “Face masks?”

“You’re pushin’ it.”

You laughed.