#nonbinary month 2018

A Guild Party

It’s time to celebrate a special person, but Fairy Tail wants to do more than a party. It’s a surprise built to last. (For @mdelpin.)

Many nonbinary identities and pronouns!

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Freed sighed. Waving their hands and shouting was getting nowhere. Shaking their head, they stepped up onto the nearest table and bellowed, "Listen up for Master's sake!"

Finally, some semblance of quiet fell. (Natsu quietly punched Gray in the background.)

"Thank you," Freed said. "We only have a couple months to get this all done. As you were saying, Mira?"

As Mira's soft voice caused even greater silence to fall, Freed felt a tug on their belt loops and looked down. Laxus stood beside the table, staring up and grinning. Flushing, they smiled back.

"You look good yelling at everyone," Laxus whispered.

Snorting, Freed allowed themself to be drawn down off the table and into an embrace.

"This is a good plan," Laxus said as Freed rubbed his back. "I like it. It'll surprise him so hard he might just have a heart attack."

"I hope not," Freed said reproachfully.

Laxus chuckled and fingered Freed's hair.

"Anyway, I like this plan," Laxus said.

"Good. Because you have a key part."

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Read the prequel stories:

Hope to Be Free

I Wouldn’t Be His Wife If You Bribed Me With Food

Chapter 2: I Love Him Even When I’m Starving

Summary: In the carriage home, Natsu and Gray get up to mischief.

(This chapter is explicit.)

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Lord Natsu, second child of Baron Dragneel, did not expect to find himself in such a position.

He hadn't meant for it to go this way, honestly. After Lady Lucy filled his head with everything he needed to know (and more) about bodies and their fitting together, he'd intended to mull it over. To tell his beloved in dribs and drabs, and maybe, if the pair of them could actually get the words out, have a discussion. When the time actually came, he'd intended to go slow, to have it be a careful discovery.

And indeed, they would have such slow discovery later. That was not what was happening right now.

With all the thoughts about bodies and Gray and self-care and Gray and joining and Gray, Natsu was riled up. His heart needed little inducement to increase to a racehorse's gallop. His fingers itched to touch and do all the things that were now bounding around his mind.

And so when they entered Gray's carriage at the end of the night, Natsu was already eager, reaching for his hand as soon as the door closed. As it pulled forward and the inside of the carriage was cast in darkness, he crossed the space between them and found Gray's mouth.

It was a long kiss full of warm promise.

Gray groaned beneath his lips, hands instantly going to Natsu's sides. With Natsu leaning in kiss him harder, a bump made them jostle together lengthwise, and Natsu swung his leg over Gray's thighs, pinning him. Their bodies entwined with a fluid move that was more natural than air.

"Wow," Gray gasped out. "Wow."

Natsu didn't stop kissing him.

They'd kissed many times, but this was a new fervor. Natsu's fingers were eager against the constraint of Gray's clothes, slipping beneath his jacket, tugging at the fabric of his shirt. Gray helped, pulling out his cravat with uncanny speed.

"We can always say it was a particularly wild party," Gray gasped out, grinning.

The Flirting Dragon Slayer

Summary: Rogue gets flirty af with Sting. Blame the trousers.

For @dreamingoffairys.

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Sting was wearing Rogue's trousers.

Rogue was consternated. Sting looked good in them. His ass was…well, Sting's ass. Goddamn him.

"Oi, Yukino," Sting called over, sauntering across the guild—damn him times a thousand, he fucking sauntered. "What was the name of that town you went to? The one? You know? Last month?"

As the guildmaster crossed the hall, he scratched his head with the end of his pen, staring down with adorable bemusement at the paper he held. He was sinfully cute.

"Shirotsume?" Yukino asked.

"No…"

"Margaret Town?"

"No."

"Balsam Village?" she tried desperately.

"Not clover, daisies, or balsam," Sting said in frustration. "It was a white flower."

Yukino gaped at him. Rogue did too: they didn't know Sting knew anything about flora.

Come to think of it…

"Those are all white flowers, Sting," Rogue said.

"Seriously. Those are some of the whitest flowers," Minerva piped up, coming over as the radius of Sting's aggravation grew.

"Um," Yukino cut in quickly. "Was it…Freesia?"

"Freesia! Yes!" Sting ran a hand over his head, pen leaving a black line across his forehead.

"Freesias aren't white," Minerva said.

Sting wilted. "They…aren't?"

"Sometimes they are," Yukino said. She turned on Minerva in an unusual show of rebellion, chest out. "Are you sure you know about flowers?"

"I—what?" Minerva sputtered, taking a step back.

Yukino advanced into her space.

"Don't order people around if you don't even know what you're talking about. It makes you look mean."

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