#;the doom slayer (ic)

[slayers-testament]

In the eyes of the Slayer, all are bottoms.

[maykrisms]

@themosthatedbeingg || continued

He sighs heavily and leans against him. “Can I just hang out with you somewhere quiet .. please .. “ he reached up to hold his hand

The reaching for his hand is ignored. Instead, Samuel skips a few steps and leans down to lift the small King up, being mindful to not let any of his metal plating dig uncomfortably.

All it takes is a simple, mental call for a portal calibration. A step through a blue swirl, and Samuel is placing Lucifer on the couch in.. what can only be presumed to be the cyborg's personal quarters.

The ARC complex can't exactly be considered 'quiet', what with the constant warfare just outside the tower's walls. But it's the quietest place that he can think of, and the physical distance is hopefully appreciated.

❮ It's not perfect.. And please ignore my mess, ❯ Consisting primarily of a small jungle of plants and stacks of books and documents. ❮ But it's the best I could think of in the moment. ❯

Oh, right. Lucifer would offer him food anytime he visited. He should do the same. ❮ And if you want anything. Food, drink, anything. Let me know. I don't stock either of the former, but I could get something delivered. ❯

[expvrgction]

Continued from here! @moonlightsdew

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Hazbin Hotel, huh? Good to know. As far as the Slayer was concerned, however, not even a majority of those back in the Dark Realm he had to deal with bothered with building a place to stay awhile for travelers, and especially not for him, as he was considered an ages-long foe to its ruler.

Here, though, so many unknowns were at play. Even someone known to be a brute like him anywhere knew where and when to best behave.

...This man, to the stranger's intrigue, but also disappointment in equal measure, wasn't one for long talk. Laconic types can be difficult to deal with, after all. Or those who take to being quiet, for that matter.

A nod, most likely as thanks for the welcome, looked to be the only response Alastor was given so far, after which a brief glance followed. The gaze beneath his helmet was unreadable as well, but if anything, that look was mostly to familiarize himself with the host's form. Being good with photographic memory sure came in handy, after all.

Ultimately, though, this tough guy REALLY should rework how he speaks to people. He used to be so full of charm in his youth, but having spent time in wars beyond imagination made him lose edge in... Yeah, that.

Sorry, Alastor-- You're dealing with a hardass for a guest right now. A war veteran like the Slayer, let alone him being an ascended member of a rumored race of divines from beyond (even if he personally finds it a curse more than a blessing) who had seen a bit of everything might need a little more icebreaking.

[diffxrentwxrlds]

Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce, we will send unto them… only you.

Rip and tear, until it is done.

[rlpandtear]

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[slayers-testament]

"Rituals from dark gods who need a little bit of sweetness in their lives."

"Where do baby Molly's come from?"

[slayers-testament]

"You know, I actually knew someone named Samuel once. Robot-cyborg-thing, bit of a smartass. Unfortunately, the war against demonkind wasn't very pleasant to him, so now I have his torso hooked up to my fortress.

"It's hard to call him a person anymore, now that he's lost an arm and both of his legs. Now he's just some body that I used to know."

[maykrisms]

In a hushed tone, ❮ .....I keep a life-size stone statue of the person I admire in my office. ❯

Yeah. He's not normal when it comes to romantic attraction.

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Ah, spiked shells. So last few decades, or depending on the timeline, so last century. Or more.

[maykrisms]

This is the exact opposite of what Samuel wants to be discussing. He knew it would have to happen eventually, but.. Why now? At best, it'll ruin the mood, and at worst? Lucifer might stubbornly refuse to listen, continue with this horrible idea, and proceed to only make things worse.

❮ Your demons are nothing like what I'm fighting. Every single person under your rule that I've met has been, fundamentally, a person - they have likes, dislikes, desires, unique quirks, family and friends, and the list goes on. ❯

❮ Mine, however, live only to destroy and consume every world they come across. They have no desires, no fears - only the overwhelming urge to cause pain. And they've always succeeded. I've seen countless worlds, countless timelines, fall to their armies. ❯

He cuts himself off, suddenly realizing that he was rambling. He takes a mental breath before wrapping his segment up. This is a lot, he needs to give Lucifer some room to process what he just spat out.

❮ You didn't set off the demonic threat sensors found within every square inch of the ARC Complex because you're nothing like them. Physically, mentally - every single sense of the word. ❯

Lucifer grinned glad to have impressed Sam, he shoots him a pair of finger guns and laughs a bit .

“ thank you~” he was intrigued by the fact that ARC didn’t have any good demons for it .. and well he was proud to be the first !

—“Hmm well I’m glad to be the first .. maybe I can try and help you guys ? Bring some demons over to your side ? .. or at least show them not all of us are bad.”

He just wanted to Help Samuel anyway he could , not knowing of the other’s fear of him getting involved.

“.. what exactly would you classify as a demon ?”

[slayers-testament]

It's Sin-day. You know what that means.

WRATH.

[maykrisms]

sam, how do you feel about vega seemingly getting more love than you?

❮ He's.. still alive? ❯

Well, that's one way to put the literal fear of God in one (1) former Seraph. Being informed that the literal God he tried to kill somehow survived, against all odds.

[expvrgction]

The Slayer just stares at some anons being creepy and threatening to the dragon boy.

Do NOT eat the child.

[expvrgction]

The Slayer watched as the argument between Dahl and the Shipmaster, tempted to shake his head at the both of those people outright.

This was a life-and-death situation, though. While he was normally silent around strangers, these were military personnel like he once was-- His input was very much needed, especially in times like this.

He took his time to look at every personnel, knowing that they would risk their lives fighting alongside him. Given any other choice, he would have tried to prevent it.

His mind would wander a bit about what he had become-- It sucks being immortal, but it would be far worse to do nothing when the tyranny of Hell is allowed to reign without even a sliver of intervention.

"Men," The Slayer finally spoke. "I may not be a man of many words, but you all surely wish to know more about what you're about to do-- And you more than deserve to."

"Where I come from, Hell is real, and if its armies deem a world worthy of conquest, they will stop at nothing until their goal is reached... Or I get in their way." He continued. "Many a world has fallen to the demonic horde, and a few barely surviving massacres they bring, if any."

"As you already know, VEGA has sent data about what you're going to face during your mission. You all have three days to review them, and he and I will be present to answer any question you have regarding information the files provide."

"Keep in mind that your lives, as well as the lives of those you protect will be on the line, more likely than ever. You will need the most experienced among your ranks to be on the front lines for this mission."

"Any questions before we conclude this meeting?"

The Shipmaster watches the presentation intently, then shoots Dahl a glance once it is over.

"At least you saw sense to improve your arsenal, Spartan. But that will not be enough. You need my warriors if there will even be a chance for success."

The Shipmaster then barks into his comms.

"Comms officer, was that briefing captured? Good. All crew must review the briefing of this Hell within the next three cycles."

Spartan Dahl gets into the Shipmaster's space, and he seems rather pissed.

"So what, you are just going to make your crew run to their doom? Because I'm pretty sure I told you not to do that."

The Shipmaster clicks his mandibles and shoves Dahl away like an uppity child.

"You do not have the authority to order me around, Spartan, you are not ranked within the Swords. Nor do I have authority over you. We are equals by alliance. But to answer your question no, I will not be making that decision."

The Shipmaster then pointedly looks at the Slayer, and makes Dahl look at him too.

"That decision falls to you, Slayer. Though, as I understand, time is not your ally, and you have lost much of it already. My warriors, myself included, can provide aid, so that more may be done with the limited time you have."

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[1chaerry]

Thank you for answering! I got into a fairy tail vibe again these days and the lack of stuff is criminal T^T

Anyway! Could I please have Sting and Laxus ( separately) reazling they have a crush on a fairy tail member! Reader please?

Thank you!!

ok I love this, I can totally see this happening, THIS IS SO CUTE

Realising they have feelings

summary: when realization hits, they know they're so doomed... in a good way

characters: laxus dreyar, sting eucliffe,

c.w: fluff, comedy, existential crisis, crush, local man finds out he is crushing on a Fairy.

w.c: 1.6k

Reader is called 'Saram', meaning 'Human/Person'

Sting Eucliffe

The first time he saw Saram was when he met Natsu the night of the preliminary round. He hadn't noticed her at first, how could he? She was quiet, practically hiding behind Lucy and Natsu, but he knew she was strong. Heavy magic levels emitted from her, he was surprised that someone so strong was in Fairy Tail. At that time, he had not paid much attention and moved on, forgetting the encounter.

The second time he saw her was not in a team, to his absolute surprise, he knew she was strong, but instead in the Fairy Tail stands, watching with a soft smile from beside Fairy Tail's Master, Makarov. She was sitting on the stone railing, legs dangling over the edge as she watched the opening and introductions. When everyone booed the first Fairy Tail team, despite the shock from her own guild members, Saram was cheering them on smiles and cheers of her. Her guild followed in quest: Sting found it a bit strange how she did not care and simply supported the weakest team.

The first time she came face to face with him was on Day-2 of the GMG, after Chariot. The moving challenge had rendered him, Natsu and Gajeel immobile and sick. After the challenge was over, Saram had come on to the field and first went to her guild mates, Gajeel and Natsu, her hands glowed a maroon color mixed with black, visibly making their exhaustion lesser and easing their sickness. What surprised him was that Saram walked over to him, kneeling down in front of him and quietly placed her fingertips to his forehead, a maroon and black glow, as he felt his sickness and exhaustion disappear.

He looked at her shocked, surprised, in disbelief and confusion, even opting to glance at her guild mates to understand why she was helping him: they didn't look bothered, in fact, they looked used to it. When his eyes met her, he was surprised to see how clear they were: no deceit, no bad intentions. Only a firm resolution to help him, nothing more, nothing less.

"Why...?" That was all he could say as she removed her hand. Without a pause, she said in a quiet but firm voice.

"You're a Dragon Slayer, right?"

He finds himself nodding wordlessly.

"Dragon Slayers don't do good with vehicles. I help Natsu and the others with it always, I don't see a reason to not help you too."

Makarov simply chuckled at her actions as he watched from the stands with the guild. Always a peculiar one, that one. Saram helped Gajeel and Lucy helped Natsu back to the arena resting area: Sting couldn't draw his gaze away from her retreating figure. And when he went back to his team's area, he couldn't help but kept his eyes on the woman who took her usual place on the ledge by her Guild Master's side as his mind stayed full of her thoughts.

When Bacchus asked for Elfman Strauss' sisters as a reward for the bet if he won, Sting did not really care. Not until he spoke of having Saram as an addition, too. He didn't notice himself, but Rouge did, his hands hand broken the ledge in anger, unknowingly, a dark fury in his irises. But it was simmered when Saram simply chuckled at the bet, mockingly albeit, "And here I thought being in an all mens guild would drive some manners into you, how disgusting you are to bet on women who have nothing to do with you lot."

Her words caused a shiver down everyone's spines, the silent threat and the smile that seemed like ice, "But it's alright, Elfman will beat you quite nicely for us."

Sting felt a flare in his veins, that challenge in her eyes was not directed towards him - instead at Bacchus - but he felt the dragon instincts within him stir. When the battle of Mirajane Strauss and Jenny Realight began, no one expected it to move into this direction. A glamor battle. The whole thing had drawn everyone's attention, even Sabertooth. When all the participating female wizards began joining, the cheers grew louder. Sting's eyes looked back to the Fairy Tail stands, not everyone had joined in, his eyes landed on Saram who was cheering on her guild mates, a glint in her eyes.

She was watching them all participate, chuckling and cheering, his eyes caught on the way she cheered with her hands moving, her eyes glimmering. Then, came the wedding dresses: he watched as Saram was laughing as she was also forced onto the arena by Titania, Erza and the Celestial Mage, Lucy. His eyes widened slightly as she rolled her eyes at them playfully and with a snap of her fingers, her outfit changed.

The dress was a stunning ball gown with a romantic and ethereal design. It featured a strapless, sweetheart neckline with off-the-shoulder tulle straps, adding a delicate and feminine touch. The bodice was intricately adorned with floral embroidery, showcasing a mix of pastel and muted tones, which seamlessly transition into the full, flowing skirt. The skirt itself was voluminous, made of layers of soft tulle, giving the dress a dreamy and airy appearance. The floral embroidery continues sporadically on the skirt, creating a cohesive and elegant look.

She looked so lovely that Sting felt his eyes stuck to her as she stood there with a smile, watching her guild mates and everyone else. He surprised himself more than he surprised her when he jumped down and walked towards her, strangely abash as he rubbed his nape, her eyes watched him in wonder as he extended his other hand, "Wanna partner up? You looked alone."

And he felt his heart almost jump out of his chest when she chuckled before taking his hand, nodding with a bright smile, the sun catching onto her hair and eyes, making them shimmer. Her voice was teasing and light as she looked at him, standing by his side, "Having one of the twin dragons as my partner? I'm rather privileged, wouldn't you agree, Eucliffe?"

"Sting. Call me that." He said, a bit embarrassed.

"Alright, then, you should call me Saram." Saram smiled, "Sting, thank you for saving me from being alone." She teased again.

Sting Eucliffe turned red at the situation as realization struck him. He really, really got into trouble didn't? Because otherwise, he wouldn't have gone and develope a crush on a Fairy. And if the rapid beating of his heart was any indicator, then Sting knew.

This feeling may very well develop into something more.

Not that he would mind.

Laxus Dreyar

The first thing he saw when he came back on Tenroujima camp was this ball of energy, practically bouncing around as she helped everyone. He eyed her in confusion and tried to comprehend if he knew her. Evergreen noticed the way he was staring at her; a smirk made it to her lips as she sat beside him, "Someone's eyes are stuck."

"Who's that?" He said, ignoring her quip.

"Saram. Our resident fireball." She hummed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Fireball? She's like Natsu?" He asked, a bit confused.

"Better."

He didn't understand what Evergreen meant by 'better' until a while later. His jaw dropped as Bickslow's 'babies' kept passing through her, it was like she was untouched by everything and anything. Freed noticed his look of confusion and clarified, "Saram has a kind of lost magic called Flame Logia."

"Flame Logia?" Laxus questions, his eyes constantly on her movements.

"Yeah, I think there's another official name but she calls it that."

It didn't take a few minutes before he found himself in a stare contest with her as they say face to face, cross-legged across each other on the ground. He shifted his head to the right, she did too. To the left, she followed. Freed, Evergreen, Bickslow and Makarov were watching in amusement.

"You have tattoos?" She asked, tone cheery, a bit too cheery.

Laxus, to his own surprise, found himself nodding. Her eyes glimmered as she scoots closer, Laxus eyes her in confusion. Evergreen simply chuckled, giving a knowing look to Freed and Bickslow before walking off - the two follow after her. She eyes his tattoo with interest, he almost flinched when she moved closer and looked up at him with sparkly eyes, "Can I touch it? Can I, can I?"

He blinked before nodding. She touched the tattoo and he had to stop himself from shivering from her hand's touch; it was too cold for some reason. The rest of the day went by uneventful, a silent buzz amongst the members. For some reason, Saram decided to stick close to him. Telling him all the stories of the guild, the members and the events that happened while he was away. She looked so happy and cheerful in her stories that Laxus found himself looking amused and interested.

Even the next morning, she skipped over to him holding breakfast for him and herself: she spoke of stories and missions and how everything went bad on Tenroujima till now. He spat out his water when she asked him on a date, Evergreen was laughing.

"D-date?"

"I think you're cute. Come on." She smiled.

Laxus didn't like her. No way. Not in a way that he would crush on her. Yeah, she was cute. Her way of speaking was interesting. He found himself interested in her stories. They way her eyes glimmered when she spoke of the guildmates. How she picked out the tomatoes from her sandwich at last night's dinner— he paused.

Oh.

Ah shit.

He was crushing on her.

Hardcore.

The moment was cut short by the appearance of Acnologia, everyone scrambling and getting to safety. His eyes widened when he caught sight of Saram providing back-up Makarov as everyone ran on his orders. He could hear Natsu yelling.

"Master! Saram! Go back, you bastard!"

Natsu was yelling at him but he kept his head down. He had to listen. He had to listen. He had - oh fuck it. Everyone ran back to Master and Saram: determined to not leave them behind, Makarov yelled at them but Laxus smirked, finding it hilarious that he thought that his guild, his children would leave so easily.

"Wendy, Laxus, Natsu, Gajeel!" Saram yelled out, glow emitting from the bodies of the Dragon Slayers, "Go! I'll enhance you!"

A new profound power surged through their veins as they fought against the dragon. Yet, their power is not enough. It was sudden. The swish of Acnologia's tail was sudden and abrupt. And in it's trajectory stood –

Laxus felt himself falter.

- Saram.

Everyone's eyes widened as time seemed to stop for a moment; Acnologia's tail hit her, her body convulsed for a second before she was swatted away at the mountain rocks. Her body hit the rocks with an explosion and cloud of dust: a scream of pain before her body fell limp and unmoving to the ground.

His eyes widened and he ran to her, the others covering him, "Saram!" He yelled as he skidded to a crouch near her body.

"Ah, it's the pretty lightning dragon..." She said weakly as Laxus held her in his arms, rushing over to where everyone stood in a circle. He held her hand as she leaned her body weight on his own figure. And with a squeeze of his hand, Saram looked up at him with a weak smile.

His heart clenched weirdly, not from worry or concern, a strange warmth, "Lightning Dragon," She said quietly "Promise me something?"

"Go on, I'll try." He had small smile, a chuckle left him as he stood with his guild, his family in a circle, pouring their magic in.

"After this is all over, let's go on a date."

And Laxus smiled, used at her words, "Sure."

"And let me see your tattoos properly."

"Alright."

Maybe he never knew what it was like to feeling something for someone but as he stood beside this woman who he met only one day ago, he could say one thing. Laxus Dreyar somehow began to crush on a Fairy who bounced into his life with her wings.

Maybe the lightning dragon will collect this shiny fairy too.

[slayers-testament]

"You know, if a demon needs some tormenting... I wouldn't mind stepping up to the plate."