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⚧- Pronoun headcanon

She/They. I think she mostly uses She/Her, but after Tartaros, I think she became comfortable with They/Them too. I hc her as transfem and and demigirl.

❤️- Otp

Yukinerva. I love them so much, I love the idea Yukino being the ray of light that pulls Minerva out of the darkness. Sting and Rogue brought her back to Saber, but Yukino is the reason they stays.

🧡- Everyone I ship with this character

Yukino, Sorano, Lucy, and Laki are the top I can think of. Also Gajeel and Rogue in a GNC/NB sense. Minerva is top tier, mean lesbian turned soft.

📖- AU I’d like to see them in

My God/desses AU. I love my demigod! Minerva, I think I made her really cool.

🥖- Food headcanon

Minerva hates all things bitter or sour. She can’t stand dark chocolate or straight black coffee, she needs sweet things.

❓- Anything else you want!

by impracticaldemon for @gsut (j’espère que tu l’aimeras!) FFnet | AO3  Words: ~ 2200

~ imp edits ~

Note: This is a gift fic for a woman who is intelligent, sassy, kind to others, and above all not afraid to carpe that diem. I once promised to try my hand at writing a story for her favourite Fairy Tail pair, and this is what happened. I hope you enjoy it!

~ Impracticaldemon

A Famiglia Affair Prompt: Mafia AU [Vera’s Prompt Challenge, March 8]

It's dangerous to be the new guy in town, especially when the town's at least partly run by the mob and you haven't yet established any local cred. Hell, he still didn't know which cops were on the take and which were clean. Gajeel smiled at the thought. You'd think he'd be pissed about having to start over—again—but actually, it was good. If he didn't know them, maybe they didn't know him.

Eyes narrowed, Minerva contemplated the man standing across the guild, shouting obscenities at his guildmates.  “He was in the Council?” she questioned Lucy, feeling knocked sideways by the revelation.  “I’m not sure I believe you.  Take it from me, he looks more like he belongs in a dark guild.”  All that metal in his face had to be against Council uniform regulations.

Lucy giggled at her friend.  “Oh, he was part of a dark guild, too.”  When Minerva turned to stare incredulously at her, Lucy laughed outright.  “Alright so technically he was spying on them, but still!”

This was choice information.  Minerva almost felt bad that it had taken several drinks to get Lucy to spill it.  The blonde was a chatterbox under normal circumstances, but once the alcohol got involved there were zero reservations left in her.

A sudden, heavy weight thumped down at their table, startling Lucy into knocking over her drink.  “Hey!” she griped, flushed and trying to muster up her best glare for the interloper.  “What was that for, Gajeel?!”

The object of their conversation snorted.  “For the better, I’d say.  Your liver will thank me in ten years.”  While Lucy pouted, he turned his crimson gaze towards his much more sober table companion.  “My ears were burning.  What’s your interest in my Council stint?”

Dragon slayer hearing.  Of course.

Gajeel flashed his too-sharp teeth at Minerva.  “If you want me to help you with any parking tickets, I’d say you’re out of luck.  They didn’t much like me there.”

He sounded wholly proud of his bad reputation with the Council.  Then again, he was a member of Fairy Tail.  Minerva had to assume that was par for the course.

“No, I can take care of my own parking tickets.”

Grinning, Gajeel held up his hands in a helpless gesture.  “Seriously, though, you don’t strike me as one for idle gossip.”

She considered him for a brief moment.  “That’s true.”

Still grinning at her, he leaned forward conspiratorially.  “So?  What do you need, then?”

Minerva was relieved that at least one Fairy knew how to get right to business.  “Just looking to sate my curiosity about something.”

“Don’t leave us all in suspense now,” Gajeel mocked, gesturing to the table.

“Yeah!” Lucy added with a hiccup, and slammed her hand down on the table, wincing as soon as the pain registered.

“Maybe don’t hurt yourself,” Gajeel stated to the drunk girl.

“I’m gonna go find Mira.”  With that mumble, Lucy shakily stood and tottered in the general direction of the bar.

Once she had assessed that the girl was safely in Mirajane’s clutches, Minerva turned back to her table companion.  “I know that someone at the Council had to have sanctioned my return to Sabertooth.  What I want to know is who that person was.”

“What do you want to know that for?” Gajeel asked.  “If it was me, I’d just take the favor and be grateful for it.”

It was Minerva’s turn to snort at him.  “Somehow I doubt you would.”

He hesitated for a moment, and then burst into laughter.  “Okay, you got me!  You’re right, I didn’t take Belno’s meddling very well.”  Regret tinted his words, an emotion that Minerva was all too familiar with.  He shrugged.  “Okay, guess there’s no harm in telling you.  It was me.”

She stared at him, flabbergasted.

“So what are you going to do, now that you know?”

Minerva thought about it for a long moment.  Her original intention had been simply to thank whoever it had been.  Maybe to ask them why they’d given her another chance.  If they felt that she’d lived up to that opportunity, made the best of it, maybe.

But she thought that she probably already understood from their brief conversation.  There was no more need to ask the questions.

Instead, she offered, “How about I buy you another drink?”

I saw earlier that you needed some cheering up, so I sat myself down to get this request written for ya. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it brightens you day a little dearie!

Prompt: “Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to.” for Mineel

Confession

The world around her seemed to slow down around her as the glass slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, shattering into too many pieces and spilling it’s red contents. Minerva felt like that glass right now. The words left her mouth before she could stop them and the look on Gajeel’s face made her feel like she’d just taken a knife to her stomach and she was about to collapse. Only the presence of the broken glass kept her on her feet.

Gajeel approached the rooted woman and lifted her off the floor, taking care to keep her bare feet from getting cut. All Minerva heard was the crunch of glass under his boots and his voice, though she didn’t catch what he was saying to her. After he set her on the couch and checked her feet for any cuts, he went back to the kitchen and cleaned up the mess.

This scene felt too familiar and she thought about the first time they’d spoken. His disheveled appearance had made her laugh and his gentle attentions to her swollen ankle made her blush. After dinner that night, the two of them became fast friends. They lived on opposite schedules and her busy schedule didn’t give her much free time but at least once a week they met up for dinner and just hung out, normally at her place since it was cleaner he said.

The first few months she was content with their relationship. Then one night, after she’d had a few drinks with some college friends, she ran into him as she stumbled her way up the stairs to her apartment. He’d been with another woman and when he stepped closer to her to make sure she was okay, she could smell the woman’s perfume on him. That was her first time experiencing jealousy and the feeling never really left her after that.

It had been weeks since that night and while she’d not seen that woman since, or any other woman with him, it hurt that she felt this way. She could admit that she’d fallen for him. Hell, she’d just admitted it to him only minutes ago. She didn’t mean for it to happen, it just had. Work kept her busy and so Minerva had never really thought about dating or anything like that simply because she kept herself so busy that the chance never presented itself. Not like she’d ever attract many men simply because she’d been told that her independence intimidated men.

Not Gajeel though. He was actually rather impressed that she was so intent on taking care of herself and living how she wanted to live. They were both individuals that made the rules for their lives and didn’t abide by how others thought that they should. Would he still think of her that way? She’d just shown him how vulnerable she really was and knew that he had to be at least a little surprised with that new behavior of hers.

Too ashamed to go and help him clean her mess, she pulled her knees to her chest and started to sob, hoping that he didn’t think any less of her and that maybe they could still be friends after this night.

“We’re more than just friends and you know it.”

Her words rang clearly in his head as he swept up the glass that littered the floor. He thought that he’d misheard her, when he turned around to check on her after the glass had fallen from her hands he knew that had been what she said. The wide-eyed expression on her face told him that she hadn’t meant for those words to leave her mouth. He wondered how long Minerva had felt that way. They’d been friends for half a year now and only had time to meet once a week, but those few hours one night a week were his favorite. He loved spending time with the woman doing absolutely nothing besides eating good food, listening to her talk about the men at work who were intimidated. Sometimes their night included a movie and cuddling on the couch.

He’d fallen for her in an instant and there was no climbing up for him. But she prided herself with her independence. He admired that about her but knew that he stood no chance against her values so he was happy to know that she enjoyed his company enough to keep him around as a friend. It wasn’t enough though. He started to distract himself with another woman, keeping her a secret from Minerva because he was ashamed of himself.

It did nothing to curb his desire for her and only made it grow for her. He missed a woman he’d never spent the night with. He was somewhat glad that she never felt compelled to date as he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he ever saw her in the arms of another man. Her quiet sobs drew him out of his thoughts and he quickly made sure there was no remaining glass on the floor before going to check on her.

Minerva had pulled her legs to her chest, her head against her knees and her hair falling around her. Gajeel sat on the opposite end of the couch and reached out to her. “Min,” he whispered.

“Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to,” she managed to say between her sniffling.

Gajeel smiled at her despite the stinging in his heart from her words. “Whatever you need me to be,” he answered, hoping that she’d get deeper meaning.

What she needed was to get a grip and try to fix things before she lost what she did have with him. Those words that she’d spoken, she believed them to be true but she hadn’t meant to say them. The level of comfort between them, the playful flirting, how he at least looked like he was listening when she bitched about work. She believed that there was more between them, they just hadn’t ever acted on it. But she needed to stop thinking about all that for the moment.

“Thank you for cleaning up the glass, Gaj. And I’m sorry if I surprised you with what I said,” she said meekly.

“I was surprised, but not in the way you’re thinking, Min.” She looked into his crimson eyes and felt his hold on her hand tighten. Before she knew it, he yanked her into his lap and held her close. “You have no idea how long I been waiting for you woman.”

Minerva’s eyes widened as his words finally sunk in. She knew that she was sometimes oblivious but had he really felt the same way about her this whole time. “How long?” she asked hesitantly.

“About a month after that first dinner,” he chuckled and shrugged.

Her eyes suddenly narrowed and she smacked his head. “That long and you never said anything?” she snapped.

“Dammit, it was complicated. Let me expla-”

Pairing: Mineel

Words: 216

“Oh come on, Min, it can’t be that bad.”

“You burned spaghetti.”

Gajeel grins sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Minerva,” he says.

Minerva sighs. “What does it say about you when you can’t even cook spaghetti? I take ten minutes for a bath and by the time I’m ba– what the heck, it’s charred on the bottom?” Minerva shrieks and tosses a baleful glare towards her boyfriend.

Gajeel doesn’t speak – he’s too busy trying to hold his laughter in at her frenzy.

Minerva smacks his head and stomps away. She throws the utensil into the sink with a glare and jumps when she feels two arms snake their way across her middle. Gajeel purrs in her ear, “Minerva, let me make it up to you.”

“No.” She is resolute in her answer. And then she whispers softly, “Sting got me that pan when we moved in together.”

“Really, a pan? Man, my brother really needs to reevaluate his friendship with him.” Gajeel’s snickers shake her from behind.

She slaps his hands and turns around to face him. “Hey, I liked that pan.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” Gajeel rests his forehead against Minerva’s. “I love you, Min.”

Pairing: mineel

Setting: modern day/apartment au

Light filtered in from the break of dawn. Like a slow motion waterfall it cascaded down the white walls of the new bare apartment. As much as Minerva hated the white washed walls she had to admit, with her and Gajeel combined they had more than covered the space with adequate band posters and dark cloth tapestries of intricate designs.

A small statue of the Eiffel Tower sat on the windowsill. It was backlit into a silouhette when the sun moved behind it. She smiled remembering the gift her best friend Sting had given her. And the day that came with it.

"So, I know you said you wanted to travel-" Sting rolled his blue eyes as he talked. His smile was already growing. "aannndd I know obey is tight but maybe you can keep this." He handed her a small box no larger than five inches square and tied with a cute black bow, her favorite color. He truly did know how to cater to her aesthetic whims. Sting kept talking as Minerva ripped into the paper around the box. "I know how much you love France so maybe- I don't know- this can be a reminder of where you'll begin your travels...or something."

Minerva was done ripping the paper and she held the tiny Eiffel Tower in the palms of her hands. Transfixed by the Tower and Stings words she dropped the box to the ground. He opened his mouth once more but Minerva cut him off when her arms wrapped around his neck.

"D-Do you like it?" he stammered.

"I love it!" she whispered into his hair. After letting go she turned around. Across the room, by the bat of course, was her newly wed. Looking st him now she couldn't believe she got to call him that.

Giddy with joy she ran up to Gajeel and slammed the Eiffel Tower on the top of the bar. He nearly spit his drink out in fright.

"What the hell woman! Not even one day and you're scaring me?"

"We're going to Paris!"

"What?" He almost stumbled over his words.

"For our honeymoon! We have to 'cause Sting just got me this. It's a sign."

Gajeel snickered his usual way and took another sip of his drink. "Yeah, sure. As soon as we get the ten grand to pay for this wedding reception," he spoke sarcastically but Minerva gave him her pleading eyes. One look at her and his expression softened but only slightly. Then he looked away and his red eyes became dark and pessimistic again. "We don't have the money, Min..."

Minerva put on a playful smirk that Gajeel almost missed. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, her right hand traveling down his shirt as the other drew circles on his back. He nearly squirmed out of his seat the farther down her hand went. "I think between you and me we can make it work." She said softly. Then she nibbled a bit on the top of his ear. She could almost feel the heat coming off him now. Quieter than a whisper she hissed, "Think of the foreign sex moves we could try..."

The bartender was just beginning to notice something more than just fondling was going on when Gajeel jumped upwards, forcing her off him. Without looking at her he grabbed her wrist and whipped towards the door.

Sting, with the rest of their close friends, tried to stop them with a friendly wave. But Gajeel kept pulling her along with a resolute, "We're going to Paris!" Minerva waved back at Sting happily.

"Hey babe." A familiar voice broke her out of her thoughts. She was back staring at the window and that tiny Eiffel Tower. With the rising sun behind it, it was rivaled in beauty only by the original Tower just miles from their apartment. Gajeel came up behind her and began rubbing her shoulders as he pecked kisses to her neck.

"Do you remember when we first got that?" She asked pointing to the Eiffel Tower outside.

Gajeel laughed. "'Course I do. I could jog your memory if ya want?" he said as his hands began to travel down her sides. His lips caressed her neck fervently now.

Minerva smiled into his embrace. Instinct finally taking over she got up and lead him right back into their bedroom.