I love your headcanons! could I request some Stingtsu (Natsu x Sting) headcanons? SFW and NSFW, whichever you want, or both
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Sting's magic, holy and purifying in nature, is particularly devastating to Natsu, who is technically an Etherious demon. Before having the book of E.N.D.'s connection to him severed, even being near him hurt. This has lessened as his body has started to reconstruct itself along human morphology lines once both seeds were destroyed. Trying to love Sting is kind of like being Icarus, burned by the sun, and still flying towards it instead of retreating.
Sting is similar to Natsu in many ways, but only on the surface level. Sting is more prone to doubts, has a more centralized pride in himself, and is constantly measuring himself for weakness, as opposed to Natsu who constantly measures himself for strength. In a way, being together brings out traits in themselves that they actually identify with each other--around Natsu, Sting becomes boisterous and childishly high-energy, while around Sting, Natsu becomes calmer and more thoughtful.
Natsu, short of attention span as he is, takes a dumbfounding amount of time to realize Sting is down bad. Everyone else can see Sting's general raging rainbow, bisexual king vibes, emanating from a country away. Natsu is the only one who doesn't pick up on it. Sting once ran into him covered in glitter, hickeys, and smudged glow-in-the-dark body paint, and was stammering defenses and alibis, and Natsu was like 'neat'.
Lector and Happy actually get along really well! It's the major catalyst that pushes Sting to ask Natsu out, realizing oh hey, maybe that's not such a far-fetched fantasy after all...! Happy, after Lector loses some of his bad attitude, actually becomes sort of a mentor for what little magic he knows to Lector.
As out of pocket as Sting often is, Natsu simply has him beat for spontaneity and short attention span. Keeping up with him and his emotions can be a challenge, and Sting has on occasion sought out Lucy's help for trying to translate Natsu's latest hare-brained venture into sense. Somehow, they became the pair of down-to-earth blondes trying to reign in the ball of pink hair and fire that is Natsu.
Secret special headcanon: Lucy/Loke and Natsu/Sting double date frequently.
NS.FW:
I'm gonna be real with you--I think these two have more sex overall than possibly any other Fairy Tail relationship. They both have a high libido, actively enjoy sex, are committed to the other's pleasure, and are verse kings.
Sting is very flexible physically and in bed and Natsu very quickly learns to exploit this.
Natsu is natural talent; Sting is experience and skill. Sex is the one thing Natsu might be good at, but Sting is definitively better at and can actually teach his hero something about it. Natsu discovers a lot about himself and his desires when naked in the sheets with Sting.
Sting looks ridiculously good naked. Even Natsu, whose focus on sex rarely controls him, has difficulty not getting distracted if Sting starts shedding clothes.
Jealousy? A little. More playful than anything, they love each other too much to be threatened by outside forces. They just like the attention their lovers spend on them and pout if it's on someone else. One threatens to withhold sex if the other is caught looking at another guy--and the other laughs out loud.
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...Life happened. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Also, I have a weird relationship with the suffixes in Japanese. So the usage of them might change from fic to fic, or drabble to drabble.
Armada Day 17:
Idols
Sting x Natsu
"Lector! Lector, this way!" a small blond boy with spiky hair shouted, vigorously waving his arm. "Come on!"
"I'm coming, Sting-kun!" Waddling like... well like a cat on two hind legs, a russet furred feline followed the boy, hurriedly trying to put on a small blue vest. His tail wound between his legs, and a moment later his oversized head smacked into the cobblestones, his hind paws firmly tied up in tail.
The boy winced, and ran over to his friend. "Hey, are you okay, Lector?"
Lifting his head, dirt smeared across his fuzzy face, Lector nodded. "Yeah, this is nothing to a disciple of the great Sting-kun!"
With a laugh, Sting scooped the cat up in his arms. "You're right about that! But how about I carry you until we get there?"
"Sure!" Lector agreed, settling into Sting's hold.
"I'm so excited!" Sting said, setting off through town once more. "I wonder what the paper will say today? Did Fairy Tail destroy another town? I bet they did! Natsu-san is the most destructive of them all! Remember when Natsu-san destroyed Hargeon by dropping a boat on it?!"
Lector began to purr as the boy chattered on about his idol. The feline well understood Sting's feelings of admiration for the older dragon slayer.
Soon, Sting's favorite convenience store came into view, an old woman sweeping the doorstep. Spotting her, Sting he picked up his pace, his short legs hurrying to meet her. "Granny!"
She glanced up and smiled at the pair. "Hello, boys. Did you come to pick up snacks?"
Sting shook his head as Lector jumped out of his arms to the ground. "No, the new paper comes out today! I want to see what Fairy Tail's been up to this week!"
A sharp intake of breath was his response, and a stiffening of her shoulders. Her lips curled into a tight, thin smile. "Sorry, Sting!" she apologized, her voice half an octave too high - making Sting's sensitive ears itch. "I'm afraid we've run out of papers!" The knuckles on her hands gripping the broom were bone white.
Frowning, Sting leaned to the side, trying to see the newsstand behind her. "But aren't there still some right there?"
The old woman stepped in front of them. "Nope! Sorry, Sting. We really are fresh out."
Sting's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "Okay. Thanks, Granny." He turned away. "Come on, Lector."
"Yes, Sting-kun!"
As he began to walk away, the very picture of dejection, the old storekeeper let out a soft sigh of relief and relaxed once more.
The instant she did, Sting abruptly pivoted and dashed back towards her. Before she could react, Sting dropped into a slide - neatly passing the barricade.
Another sigh fell from her lips as Sting pulled out one of the papers from the box and began devouring the printed words with his eager blue eyes. Setting her broom down, she entered the shop, moving around Sting to the counter.
Lector jogged back over to his idol. When he was standing in front of Sting once more, Lector froze upon seeing Sting's expression. Tears were welling in his cornflower eyes, his lower pulled up and trembling. The newspaper shook violently in his white-knuckled grip. "Sting-kun?" Lector questioned tentatively. "Is something the matter?"
Sting didn't respond, his eyes moving rapidly back and forth, though he couldn't have been seeing much of anything through the saltwater held in them.
"Sting-kun?"
"L-Lector," Sting whispered, finally tearing his gaze away from the newspaper. "How... this is... N-Natsu-san... he!" The boy's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. Fat droplets of water broke free, and slid down his cheeks. Then a wail poured from his throat, warbling and wet, rising and falling in pitch. Mucus dripped from his nostrils, but Sting took no heed of it.
That's when Lector saw the picture in the newspaper - of a blank sea - and the headline, printed large and stark on the page.
Fairy Tail Mages Annihilated By Dragon - Sacred Island Destroyed
Lector rushed forward, latching onto Sting's leg. He buried his face in the cloth, his claws digging into it and his own tears soaking into the fabric.
"W-why, Lector? N-Natsu-san..." Sting gulped. "He's... he was... he was stronger than me!" Another keening wail built up in his throat, but Sting forced it back, his words coming through in high, pitchy starts and fits. "How could he... how could... how could a dragon kill him?"
Gently, the newspaper was pried out of Sting's grasp, his hands clenched tightly and refusing to relinquish the object. Once the item was free of Sting's grip, the boy crumpled - as if it had been the only thing holding him upright. There was no air left in his lungs; it had been squeezed out by the constricting pain winding its way through his chest.
Lector crawled into Sting's vacant arms. "I'm sorry, Sting-kun!" he sobbed. "I'm so sorry!"
Sting wrapped his arms around the cat, burying his face into russet fur and ignoring the shopkeeper as she placed the paper on the counter, and set down a mug of steaming tea in front of him, and the way Lector's tiny claws dug into his chest.
The pinpricks were nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
Losing a hero the way Sting did had to be far more painful than he let on during the GMG. Not only losing them as their life ends, but also their hero status being torn away. Sting's entire world view had to have crumbled.
