Hello :) If its possible do you think you could write something for Lucy, Levy, Erza, and Juvia (and possibly Mira) comparing baby bumps and talking about their babies?
All five of them being pregnant at the same time was a wild, hilarious concept to me. Hahahaha. Like, wow, all of them have been busy, I guess. I didn’t write Mira as pregnant but I did use her as my point of view and involve her in the antics.
;The Size Of The Matter
‘It’s twins,’ Mira said, placing a tray laden with soft drinks on the table.
Levy gasped and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. ‘Don’t even say that.’
‘It is,’ she insisted. ‘You’re going to have twins.’
Levy rubbed a hand over her swollen belly and searched Mira’s gaze with large, fearful eyes. They’d recently had a conversation about how large Gajeel was and how big his babies might be. The thought of giving birth to something the size of a watermelon had resulted in Levy closing herself in the guild library and researching pain-free methods of childbirth. And then she’d cried. And laughed. And panicked until Gajeel wrestled the door open and promised her she’d be okay.
‘Twins would be cute,’ Lucy said. ‘I mean, you could have a boy and a girl. Either way, they’d be siblings. Wouldn’t that be nice?’
‘What do you want, Lucy?’ Mira asked.
Lucy smiled. ‘A girl, I think.’ Then her expression turned serious. ‘Natsu wants a boy, though. I think he wants to replicate what he had with Igneel. I don’t really mind, though.’
Mira’s heart fluttered at the memories of Natsu’s stories. He and Igneel had had a wonderful relationship. No matter the gender, she knew he’d be a wonderful, sweet father, though perhaps a little overenthusiastic at times.
‘It’s hard to believe Juvia and Lucy are both five months along,’ Juvia said, easing her feet up onto the empty chair beside her.
‘I’m quite envious, too,’ Erza said, leaning across the table to stare at Lucy’s stomach. ‘Lucy’s stomach has barely grown at all.’
‘She doesn’t eat as much cake as you,’ Mira teased.
Erza shot Mira a warning glance, but Mira happily ignored it.
‘It’s the baby,’ Erza said. ‘He or she has quite the sweet tooth.’
‘Erza,’ Lucy started, taking a sip from her glass, ‘didn’t you just find out you’re pregnant?’
All eyes slid to Erza.
‘Yeah,’ Levy said. ‘How can you be jealous of Lucy’s stomach when you’re the smallest of us all?’
Erza offered a thin smile. ‘I just wanted to participate.’
‘Jellal is spoiling her already,’ Juvia swooned. ‘He brings sweets to the guild often.’
‘What about you?’ Lucy asked. ‘Gray brings you sweets too. Didn’t he carry you home yesterday?’
Juvia’s cheeks flushed. ‘That’s because Juvia’s feet keep swelling up.’
Mira glanced between the four of them. ‘Our guild is going to become rowdy, huh?’
Erza laughed at that. ‘What do you mean by that? Our guild is already rowdy.’
‘Agreed,’ Lucy said. ‘There have been more fights this past week than I can recall happening in the past.’
‘That’s because the boys are fighting over you ladies,’ Mira said, giving them a playful wink.
‘Fighting over us?’ Levy asked.
‘Yes.’ Mira brushed her hands on her apron. ‘Over whose belly will be the fattest.’
Lucy paled. ‘They what?’
‘Then Juvia will eat as much as she can to ensure Gray wins the fight!’ Juvia announced.
Levy grimaced. ‘I don’t want to get any bigger. I can barely stand up as it is.’
‘Lucy definitely won’t win,’ Erza noted. ‘I’m beginning to think there isn’t a baby in there at all.’
‘There is,’ Lucy insisted. ‘I was there for the making of said baby. Believe me, I know it’s in there.’
Mira laughed at Lucy’s honesty.
‘I don’t want to give birth to a watermelon,’ Levy cried.
‘Aren’t you due in less than a week?’ Lucy asked her.
Levy burst into a fit of tears.
As the girls dissolved into their nonsensical bickering, Mira shuffled away from the table, proud of her little antics, and happily resumed her place behind the bar. Peering out into the guild, she glanced at the faces of her loved ones, of her family, and smiled at the fond memories they brought.
‘Say, Master,’ she whispered, thoughts of Makarov seizing her heart in a tight and painful grip. ‘Please watch over Fairy Tail’s newest members when they arrive, as you watched over us before them.’
In fact, he didn’t prepare himself for opening this particular can of worms. He convinced Lucy to reveal her secret fantasy, but he didn’t anticipate this. Standing in their living room, plastic horns attached to his head, a bell collar, and cow onesie hanging from his waist.
Lucy’s fantasy? Cowgirl role play with him as the livestock.
Natsu wasn’t one to question her kinks, especially when it involved them participating in sex. It was his favourite pastime, the delights of being sexually active awakened when they started dating. Being a physical man sex became a natural way to express his affection.
Watching Lucy change into her Taurus star dress (or any of her costumes) delighted him. Reminding him of how far she had come. Lucy a girl with no confidence in her abilities as a wizard, to the girl standing before him.
Confident, proud, and sexy. Usually, he would include gentle and kind in the list, the whip in her hand and the glint in her eyes halting that thought. Hence, the current situation.
“I don’t think I am.” The way she kept hitting the rope in her palm added the unease.
“The big, strong dragon slayer afraid of little ol’ me?” Lucy said, stepping forward. Face not showing an ounce of the same innocence her tone held.
“Yes, when you’re holding a whip with intent.” He stepped back, legs hitting the sofa causing him to fall back into the plush cushions. Climbing onto his lap, she straddled him. Pinning lean hips with thighs toned to perfection, regular yoga working its magic.
“Maybe I want to tie you up,” Leaning into his chest, he felt smooth hands trace a path down his biceps, “have my way with you.”
Her fingers slotting between his raised them up. Looping the leather weapon around thick wrists, she trailed wet kisses along his jaw.
“Oh…” His mouth resembling a perfect ‘o’ would have been embarrassing if his focus wasn’t on the hovering little minx.
“Ride you like a cowgirl taming her bucking bronco.” Natsu groaned, feeling her place lingering pecks on his lips. Laughing, she pulled back when he tried to deepen the kiss.
“Yeah, it does.” Voice deep, he smiled, not seeing a reason to lie. Lucy could do whatever she wanted to him right now.
Rocking her hips, warm breath tickled his ear. Running her hand down his chest, she reached below his waist.
“Ye-ha,” She whispered.
I loved writing this. It breathes life into me every time. You can believe I was cackling to myself as it unfolded. 😂
She loved the feel of air whipping through her hair, of the strain on her back muscles as she rose herself high enough to find a current she could rest on, the crisp scent of pure oxygen that swirled above the clouds.
He favourite part of flying, however, had less to do with the act itself and more with the company.
“Bet I could reach that cloud that looks like an upside down cat first!” Natsu called, wings beating steady and strong as he held his position beside her. His wings were coloured like flames, yellows and oranges shimmering in the down of his feathers and close to the arch of bone that structured them, reds a rich jewel tone at the tips of his feathers with blacks and greys scattered along the outer layers like hidden shadows in the forest they played in.
“And what do I get if I win?” Lucy asked, grinning at her best friend’s challenge. While Natsu may be fast, Lucy was faster, not weighed down by a seven-foot wingspan and coiled muscles. Lucy’s wings were much more modest in length, only six feet across, but she knew they were beautiful in a way that was unmatched in her hometown. They were pure white with a soft golden undertone from the down feathers, silver tips of her outer feathers reflecting light and creating a glow that surrounded her like a halo in the moonlight.
Or at least that’s what Natsu had told her that one night they had stolen a bottle of strawberry mead from the guild kitchen and had picnicked along the edge of the lake under the light of the stars.
“I’ll fix all damaged boards and doors in your roost, but when I win you hafta cook for me for a week!” Natsu crowed, circling Lucy in an effort to expel his growing restless energy.
“My roost is damaged because you keep crash landing in it,” Lucy pointed out sourly, following Natsu’s movements as she kept her face towards him as she talked. “I mean I leave the window open every night, how you keep overestimating your landing is beyond me.”
“So you do leave it open for me,” Natsu leered, rising slightly so he could look down at Lucy. She felt heat crawl along her neck and she pouted at being caught. Stupid boy.
“Go!” Lucy shouted instead, allowing herself to drop slightly into the current below them and get a quick boost as she shot towards the cloud Natsu had pointed at.
“Cheater!” Natsu howled, following quickly on her heels. Lucy kept her arms close to her sides, laughing as Natsu cursed her loudly, voice barely carrying through the air rushing past them, words lost to the wind. Time blurred as they raced, Lucy’s heart pounding and sweat starting to bead on her temples and hairline, whipped away before she could fully register their creation. Lucy saw Natsu start to crawl into her peripheral, his eyes glinting with competitive joy and challenge. She swore under her breath, pushing herself to beat harder and cut through the air before her, weaving through different air currents and timing her beats of her wings for the most energy gained, every decision made in a millisecond through reflex alone.
Rating: T+ for swear words, and suggestive situations.
As the daughter of a devout martial artist, Lucy Heartfilia works hard to become strong enough to carry on the name of the Heartfilia dojo. Things become… complicated when a certain pink haired tornado blows into her home and completely turns her life upside down.
A/N: Fairy Tail characters in the Ranma ½ world! My dream come true! (Only Fairy Tail characters are used in this story). It’s been a while since I’ve tried to sit down and stick with a story, and this one has had me captivated for a little while now, so I believe in my ability to keep it going!
No one ever said that the life of a martial artist would be easy.
This was a lesson that was learned early on.
“Father,” Layla began as she approached the man who had just banished her twin brother from their school of martial arts. Before she could touch him, her longtime friend and companion, Gildarts, reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. The master needed that moment of silence as they watched her brothers receding figure.
Layla wasn’t sure what to do. Neither one of her brothers were apart of the Fairy Tail school of martial arts that her father had spent so many years building up anymore. It hurt quite a bit to know that they would hurt their teacher in such a way.
“Ivan and Jerome… they were weak-hearted.” Makarov said after a long while of watching the horizon in which his son had just disappeared upon. “They were not strong enough to carry on the name of Fairy Tail.” He was smiling sadly as he turned his attention onto his two remaining students. “They did not belong with us.”
“Father…” Layla had tears in her eyes when the man placed a hand on her shoulder, only physically capable of doing so because of the large boulder that he’d been standing on.
Makarov was quite short.
“Layla,” the aging man said fondly, “My beautiful daughter. You have done much to make me proud. I believe you will do well in raising a very strong successor.” He squeezed her shoulder and turned his eyes onto Gildarts who had been standing beside his daughter. Makarov placed his other hand on the shoulder of the fairly large young man.
“Gildarts,” The old man laughed heartily, “My adoptive son.” he shook his head, “You have done well to make me proud as well, much more so than any of my other two sons.” He nodded, “You are my son. My blood may not run in your veins… but that changes nothing.” He smiled, “Fairy Tail will one day be the strongest school of Martial Arts. Of that… I am certain.”
Layla and Gildarts shared a look before matching grins split across the both of their faces as they nodded in agreement. “Yes, master!” They said in unison as they followed their teacher when he hopped down from the boulder and began to walk in the opposite direction that Ivan had gone.
For many years, they continued their training in various regions of Japan. Until they came across a quaint city called Magnolia, where Layla met a man by the name of Jude Heartfilia and everything gradually began to change.
While she certainly would never give up her life as a martial artist… she did fall head over heels in love with Jude. When he proposed, she couldn’t help but say yes. Especially when he promised a place for her father as well as have a dojo custom built beside their home.
It was a promise that appealed to both of the martial artists greatly.
Gildarts, although in love himself, was not ready to settle down. So he left with a promise to one day return with a child so that together… their children would carry on the Heartfilia dojo.
Unfortunately, it was shortly after Layla gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that she began to show signs of chronic illness. She got in a few good years of raising and teaching Lucy the basics. Although, by the time Lucy was old enough to really begin delving into actual techniques… Layla was often too weak to even get out of bed, much less to help train Lucy. No matter how badly the woman had wanted to.
Lucy had to learn all that she could from Makarov, who was too grieved by his daughters all too familiar illness to really throw himself into teaching Lucy. So, Lucy did her best to teach herself for a long time. She wanted her mother to see her grow strong. She wanted to carry on the Heartfilia dojo even though her mother could not.
It was around Lucy’s tenth birthday that her cousin Laxus Dreyar came to live with the Heartfilia’s. His mother had died and he’d demanded to live with his grandfather. At the time, Laxus was thirteen. He was already a fairly strong martial artist by this point. So on the days that Makarov wasn’t feeling up to teaching, he would often help teach Lucy.
Lucy quite enjoyed having another kid around who she could play and train with. Though she did swiftly come to discover that she had a lot more to learn than the young girl initially had thought. Her technique was sloppy and she truly had a long way to go before she’d become the martial artist that she wanted to become. For her mother.
Nonetheless, Lucy was more than happy to learn more.
As the only able bodied woman in the household, Lucy did much of the cooking for her family. While they had maids, Layla had always expressed her distaste in the thought of hiring somebody to cook for all of their meals. It was too impersonal, this was what she would say whenever Jude would give her a hard time about pushing herself too hard when it came to cooking.
So Lucy had begun to learn how to cook quite young, learning from her mother… and then learning from her mother’s cookbook when the woman could no longer get out of bed for such things. Over the years, Lucy became a fairly exceptional cook.
With school as well, however, cooking three square meals a day for her family really did cut into her training time.
Sadly, Layla did not live to see Lucy’s sixteenth birthday. Everybody in the Heartfilia household had been so grief stricken… nobody even could even look at the dojo for several weeks.
Without the option of going into her mother’s room with the intention of simply talking… Lucy truly lost somebody very important in her life. For a long time, even her cousin couldn’t get her to step foot in the dojo.
It wasn’t until her father told her that she needed to continue to do what she loved, even if it made her feel sad for a little bit longer.
Her mother would have wanted that.
Lucy, knowing that her father was right, did as he suggested. And this time around, Makarov was much more responsive to training sessions than he had been in the past.
Lucy became stronger… although it never felt strong enough.