So it is known that Leanne and me are thirsty losers yes
And what better way to quench this thirst than with a good ol’ smut collab? x)
>lookie for the naughty arts SOON<
nsfw
The air was a little muggy in the storage room of the guild, where stacks of palettes piled up all the way to the ceiling, probably containing every last thing the heart desired. Including alcohol. Lots of it.
And the demands were high.
“Geez, there are so many barrels back here,” Lucy sighed, turning back towards Natsu. “Help me get one of th- Natsu? Where did he go off to now?!”
The sound of something vitreous shattering on the ground gave her the answer she had been looking for.
Lucy stalked towards the sound, fists balled at her sides.
“Natsu, what did you break this time? Mira is gonna kill you if-”
She had been rounding the corner to where she could still hear shards rolling around on the ground when she first bumped into a curtain, and then right into a muscular chest. Natsu took a step backwards in surprise, steading her in the process.
There was no space.
Lucy was pressed up tightly against him as he bumped against the wall, and with surprise she realized that the room behind the curtain was not much of a room at all. It was one squaremeter at best, with a glass cabinet aligning the right side, not allowing them to stand without touching each other everywhere if they wanted to steer clear of the easily breakable pane.
A multitude of dusty bottles stood behind it.
And there were shards on the floor, shards that mixed with a liquid that without doubt contained high quantities of alcohol. Whisky, judging from the strong scent. This was the stowage for the new Fairy Tail’s most expensive liquors.

And Natsu had just broken a bottle.
Lucy’s eyes moved back up to his guilty face.
“The Master will flatten you into the ground!”
“Tch! He can try.”
She rolled her eyes. But then she faltered. Her original plan had been to suggest leaving this chamber as quickly as possible before Natsu could destroy even more ticking time bombs - but then she had become aware of her boyfriend’s very close proximity.
She stared at his face, and blinked slwoly when her nose brushed against his. Now she was certain that the expression of her eyes had changed, because his darkened too. And suddenly the air was smouldering.
It happened every time. It had started oh so long ago now, this conscious awareness of the other, this hunger, and they hadn’t lasted long under the heat of their attraction.
They had officially started dating after Gray had walked in on a naked Natsu jogging towards Lucy’s bed with the owner of the framework thrown over his shoulder, clad only in a disheveled towel - and squealing in delight.
Breath hitched in her throat as Natsu’s hands tightened around her waist and the smirk she knew all too well - the one that spoke of desperate moans, of hot skin and soft laughter and hours of delight - lit up his face.
He licked his lips, and Lucy stood perfectly still as she awaited his kiss.
When it came, sparks travelled from her lips throughout her whole body, leaving a trail of fire. His lips were firm and demanding, and she felt his need and love pour into her as he moved them against hers.

She brought her hands up to his cheeks, gently scraping her nails along his skin and through his hair. His hands moved from her hips and played with the hem of her shirt, slipping beneath and tickling her skin. She giggled against his mouth and opened her eyes to see him grin brightly.
For a moment, they just looked into each other’s eyes with silent laughter on their lips, and then Lucy pushed herself up on her tippy toes to capture his lips with hers again, smiling when he hummed contently.
Their kisses turned heated, and soon the small chamber was starting to feel like a sauna. Natsu’s naturally hot skin heated her own as his hands rubbed along her body, and Lucy shivered. She could feel familiar heat pooling in her lower stomach.
While Natsu’s tongue caressed her own, she found herself wondering if they were taking too long. What if Mira would come looking for them? After all, they had only been supposed to bring two barrels of beer, a task that could have been completed by now…
But then she decided that there really was no haste. Not if it meant that she had to stop kissing Natsu. And even if Mira came back here - it would not be the first time someone had disturbed the young couple. A little kissing had never hurt anyone.
As incredible as it was, Lucy had found that over time, she had become more and more immune to the embarassment that usually had turned her into a violent, stammering mess.
Maybe it had to do with the frequency of the interruptions - which, in turn, had to do with their guildmates’ infuriating spying habit.
And so Lucy gladly surrendered conscious thought to be swept away by waves of pleasure as Natsu’s fingers rubbed circles into the soft skin of her waist, edging upwards until his knuckles bumped against the underside of her breasts.

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The Future shines
He didn’t know if it was a dream, vision, or
spell but; his future looked bright anyway.
The spell hit him right in the gut, knocking every part of his innards around like a well mixed stew as he collapsed from the sheer shock of it all. Perhaps he blacked out too, because when he came around, he was tucked in a comfy bed with pink blankets pulled up to his chin.
The scent of Lucy’s apartment filled his senses, surrounding him and clogging his thoughts as usual.
He was just in an intense battle, surrounded by the scent of sweat and magic, and now he woke up here? What the hell?
Was he out for that long? Oh no, Gray was never going to let him live this down.
Using every muscle he had, he bolted upright, causing the comforter to pool at his hips to reveal unharmed, chiseled skin. Confusion filled him as he touched at his chest, wondering if the spell had even damaged skin. More importantly, which person dressed him? He had been in his black jacket and white harem pants. Now he was bare chested with beige cargo pants.
A clatter of dishes sounded from the kitchen, and Natsu was up from the bed to stalk towards the sound. Something was strangely off about the apartment and everything surrounding this particular morning, and the fire dragon slayer was going to find out what. He inched softly on the balls of his feet, watching for anything odd as he peeked into the familiar room.

Seeing Lucy, with her hair tied up in a messy ponytail and her curves accented with a pink apron was surprising to say the least. The blonde hummed to a song in her head, moving her hips with light bumps and sways as she stirred something on the stove. Whatever it was, it smelled heavenly and Natsu found his mouth watering.
Everything was the same, yet different, and he could not place what it was.
Lost in his musings, he missed when she twirled, her apron lifting to reveal short shorts and…one of his shirts? That fact shocked him, freezing him up as Lucy caught sight of him and flashed that certain smile that he secretly loved on her.
“Sleepyhead is finally up! Mornin’ Natsu.” She greeted with a delighted giggle, turning back to the pot and checking the contents. No screech, no yelling for him to get out, no angry reaction from him being in her apartment and sleeping in her bed.
Nothing but a smile.
Her humming was soothing despite the odd behavior, drawing him closer with the feeling that yes, this was right. He was in the right place with the right person. Everything was as is was supposed to be…like his dreams became real at last.
“How did I get to the bed?” He grumbled, rubbing at his head and touching where the spell had bitten into him. He felt nothing but a light buzz from the impact point, but nothing else. It was like he dreamed it…but it was so real.

Lucy blinked at him curiously, tilting her head. “Uh…you pulled back the covers and got in?” She answered slowly, reaching for a box of flour. Brown eyes were focused in concentration, making sure to make breakfast tasteful and edible soon. His presence did not seem to bother her…so unlike her before they left on the last mission.
Natsu shook his head, frowning. “No, the guy somehow managed to knock me out for a second, but I woke up here. Did you carry me?” Unlikely, but Lucy could surprise him in the most dire of times. She never failed her friends.
Lucy’s brows furrowed, her stirring paused as she glanced at him in concern. “No? In fact, you carried me to bed. What’s up with you today?” The spoon rested in the pot as she turned to approach, a frown on her face. Perhaps Lucy changed. Natsu snorted at her reply, losing his patience with her delusion.
“No. Our team was fighting this shady guy and he managed to get one on me by stroke of luck. Come on Luce, this ain’t funny. Where’s everybody?” He was getting irritated by her playing dumb and acting so unlike the Lucy he knew.
The blonde stellar wizard squinted, wrinkling her nose as if tickled by his inquiries. “Why are you acting weird?” She asked accusingly. “Did you eat something bad?”
He was acting weird? Right, okay. “Says the weirdo.” he remarked habitually with a huff, rolling his shoulders to crack the drowsy edge of sleep from his bones.
Lucy stared before sighing with a small smile of relief. “There is the Natsu I know. Breakfast is almost ready.” She said before returning back to the stove, humming once more.

Natsu knew there was something wrong here, but this was Lucy. She smelled like Lucy and sounded like Lucy. Yet, Lucy was wearing his shirt, which secretly pleased him deep down. She said he carried her to bed, also pleasing to the male. But, he would have remembered…and the last thing he remembered was getting struck by some nasty smelling spell.
Come to think of it, Lucy did look a little…older, though he did not dare mention it for fear of her wrath. Gaining weight and getting old were on the top of the ‘no-no’ insults.
This wasn’t a dream, for Natsu could feel all senses and literally taste the air and the cinnamon confection that was currently on the stove top. This was as real as he was, but the hairs on the back of his head prickled with the nagging feeling.
Then, he heard it, them.
Tiny feet thumping closer, two different breathing rates approaching at a startling speed. Natsu could barely comprehend that they were not alone when two small kids darted around his legs and ran towards Lucy, heads of pink and blonde hair scraggly and bed worn. “Mama!” They called, giggling as they pulled at her apron and sniffed the air with ravenous hunger.
Mama? Natsu thought numbly, the breath stolen from his chest at the image of Lucy pausing to smile at the two children with a familiar look. A look of a mother, dotting on her children with love and affection.
“Good Morning Neel, Luna. Did you sleep well?” She asked lightly, pulling out the spoon coated in icy frosting to offer to the kids, letting them taste and giggle over the almost finished rolls in the oven.
Natsu didn’t hear the answer.
Stunned, the fire dragon slayer staggered back out of the kitchen, bracing his weight by clasping the door frame for support. His heart was pulsing in his throat, clogging his ability to intake air.

He damn well knew who those kids looked like. He caught a good whiff of them as they scampered past him. A mixture, a sinfully satisfying mix of him and Lucy. The boy wore blue shorts and a little white shirt, decorated with finger painted images of smiley faces, stick figures, and what could pass as a Fairy Tail symbol. The girl was in a little pink dress styled much like Mira’s, pairs of bare feet dancing in place as they waited for the cinnamon rolls to be removed and iced.
His and Lucy’s children, right before his eyes…and he could not remember anything past that mage fight. How Lucy’s hair clung to her dirty face as she turned with her strikes, attacking in tandem with her lion spirit as her black cocktail dress swayed with her, was all he could recall before this morning.
Why was this happening? It was far, far too real to be a dream.
Stages of calculation melted to panic. He had no idea what was happening, what year it was, why he was seeing the woman he silently loved laughing with kids that were a mix of his and her genetics.
Natsu found himself not really caring if it was wrong…and that worried him.
“Papa! Come eat!” The girl, Luna called; her tiny hands grabbing a cinnamon roll drizzling icing, mouth latching onto the bakery confection and smearing her face with sticky sugar.
Neel had already shoved two into each of his cheeks, reaching sticky hands for a third as Lucy patently caked icing on the remaining rolls.
She called him Papa.
The alert caution ran up his spine as a conflicting wave of heat filled his chest. The day only got more odd as it progressed.
Walking to the guild, Luna skipped along the streets with her brother trailing behind. Lucy kept a sharp eye on them, calling out when they got too far. Luna and Igneel Dragneel. Natsu’s mind was filled with empty fluff and dull senses. If this was a dream, the man was terrified by the fact that he really wanted to keep it.
Lucy’s hand in his own, watching their kids laugh and play as they neared Fairy Tail, filled him with the hottest fire and energy he could have ever consumed.
The guild made everything stranger.