Ship: Gray / Juvia
Song of the Rain
He looked different, he knew that. His hair was longer, body bulkier, skin scarred from battles and sun-tanned from the desert, face and ears pierced with iron. He was dressed in Empire robes.
He looked very far from that young guard-in-training she used to pass by everyday…
“You know my lullaby.” Lady Juvia said. Land, her voice was still as soft and delicate as he remembered, and when she spoke in dialect- “You speak my tongue.”
(Gajeel Redfox finally faces the last remaining reminder of an oath he took, and a purpose he had once thought would be his for the rest of his life.)
Convocation
It’s a gathering of all the nobles on the Hill, and the two most anticipated guests were late.
First was Duchess Heartfilia – always the center of attention and talk of the City – she was said to be bringing the City’s finest swordsman for the night’s entertainment.
Second was an Ambassador from the Alvarez Empire – fresh from his sea voyage – and he was reported to be the younger brother of the Emperor himself.
Freed and Laxus agree to look after the guild’s latest young recruit. They insist that no. They’re not adopting the kid. OF COURSE NOT. So naturally, nobody really believes them.
Sequel to 5 Times Laxus Tries to Deal with Children (and the One Time He Gives Up).
Sparks
Juvia came to the big city to get a spot in a prestigious dance company. But not everything goes as planned as she meets a ragtag crew of performers struggling to make ends meet, shooting for an opportunity to show the world what they have to offer.
Warmth, Flowers and Petrichor
“Anything interesting happen?” Mira asked.
“Yeah.” Gray answered. “We went to the town. We finished the job. Her coat was ruined during the job so I let her use mine. As you can see, she rocks the look and wears it better than me.”
We Are Young
They’re teenagers, they’re young and they can worry about love and life.
A collection of character and relationship-centric, interrelated stories about some students of Fairy Gakuen.
Laxus hates dealing with the guild kids. Specially his peers’ children, and their equally young friends. He’s not made to deal with lovesick rants, teenage spats, tea parties, or broken crayons.
Hands
Little five year-old Luna Dragneel notices that her mother’s hands were not the softest, nor the smoothest, nor the prettiest.