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The Sauced Snake Chapter 4

Chapter Four: The Hungover Hognose Part 2

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A.N.: If I were going to give this chapter a title besides the Hungover Hognose pt 2, I would definitely call “The one with the run on sentences” or “The one that just kept getting bigger until I debated about whether or not I should break it into two pieces.”

The Hungover Hognose Part 2

Cobra’s just finished pulling on a shirt, the fabric sticking to the skin still damp from the shower when there’s a knock at the door. He groans, not needing his magic to know who’s standing on the other side. Even if Lucy hadn’t warned him ahead of time, Cobra—and probably the rest of Magnolia— would be able to hear her team coming. Specifically Gray and Natsu’s bickering.

He’d hoped to sneak in a short catnap after his shower, but the pounding beat of water on his back was too much of a temptation to abandon straight away. Mira’s miracle cure and the scalding temperature of his shower have worked wonders to improve his mood. As it stands he’s more likely to maim someone on the team than kill them outright.

Pausing in the doorway of their bedroom, he leans against the doorjamb to watch his fiancé let her team in. Lucy pulls open the front door to find, in classic fashion, Natsu and Gray in a heated argument, with an irate Erza standing behind them. A cackling Happy sits on her shoulder and it’s obvious that he’s laughing at the boys’ antics. Both men—if you could call either one of the juvenile mages men— are somehow simultaneously locked in a headlock with Gray yanking on a handful of pink hair and Natsu digging his knuckles into Gray’s skull.

Cobra doesn’t need to see Lucy’s face to see the roll of her eyes at her team’s antics as she invites them in.

All at once the pounding in his head is back, and when Erza fixes him with an icy stare he catches a fleeting feeling of panic from Lucy. Its barely a flicker of a thought, that he might just run when faced with this complication, and he scowls. He’s no coward and running is the last thing on his mind.

Making his way over to where Lucy’s standing next to the sofa, he flops down and pulls her into his lap. The message clear enough to her and the rest of her family. He’s not going anywhere. He buries his nose in her hair, closing his eye and taking in the calming scent of her.

Lucy’s team filters in and takes seats around the living room without another word, Natsu pulling the front door closed behind him.

It’s awkward and a tense silence permeates the air, one that pulls at her heart, squeezing it in a vice. Cobra pulls her closer, arms wrapping around her middle and a low soothing rumble fills her ear. The sound gives her the courage to look up.

Natsu meets her eyes with a bright sunny smile on his face. He’d always been their staunchest supporter. When Lucy first started dating the former criminal, Natsu had been the first to welcome him into the fold. That he’d pulled Cobra aside soon after their announcement and clearly explained, in graphic detail nonetheless, what would happen if the Poison Dragonslayer ever chose to hurt his best friend, was no surprise to any of them.  

Lucy’s gaze skitters over Erza— who’s situated herself between the two men to keep them from coming to blows again, a position she places herself in quite frequently— to Gray.

Arms folded across his chest, wan smile fixed on his face, Gray seems more uncomfortable about being dragged here in the first place.  His approval came shortly after Natsu’s, the mage offering to spar with Cobra one afternoon where he not so subtly echoed Natsu’s warning. The two of them have struck up an odd sort of friendship, the foundation of which is built on mutual self-deprecation.

Overall though, both boys agree, if Lucy’s happy, then there’s no problem, and Cobra has proved over the last few years that he’s more than willing to make their friend happy.

Erza’s the lone hold out, and everyone knows it.

The silence grows thicker, the ticking of the clock and the nervous swishing of Happy’s tail the only sounds in the room. No one seems to quite know where to begin.

All at once the damn breaks, and the boys declare their heartfelt congratulations at the exact same time that Erza tries to explain her concerns. Right as Lucy launches into a rehearsed speech about how much the two of them are in love and how they might not have planned it, but the baby and their marriage are both good things and are exactly what Lucy wants and if Erza’s not ready to deal with that then she’s going to have to suck it up.

It lasts for all of a minute before Cobra tells them all to shut the fuck up.

“You’ve had three and half years to make your ‘concerns’ known. We’ve been more than candid about our relationship from the beginning,” he says, fixing a knowing eye on Erza. “And don’t even give me that whole ‘sullied her honor’ sanctimonious bullshit, when Flames for Brains and I can both smell that Blueberry all over you. Did you even make it back to Fairy Hills before you fucked him?”

Erza sputters and blushes a glowing red as deep as her name, but Cobra ignores it, continuing on. “Now, you can fucking fight me in the training ring as soon as my fucking head stop pounding like an illegal rave, which will be completely useless because you won’t be changing my mind, or you can say yes when Lucy asks you to be one of her bridesmaids and leave it at that.”

He glares at the red head who gapes open-mouthed at him over Lucy’s shoulder. Blush still firmly in place, Erza nods dumbly.

“Maid of Honor,” Lucy blurts out suddenly. “I was going to ask Levy, but she's already married and she’s been so busy with the twins and she said she’d be fine with just the matron of honor, even though we’re the same age and we were going to tell you guys about everything, but we wanted to tell you all at once and we…” Lucy turns in Cobra’s lap, peering up to look at him. “Well I wanted to make sure we made it past that window where there’s a bigger risk of losing him or her…”

“You’re babbling, Bright Eyes,” Cobra chuckles, and Lucy blushes, pink staining her cheeks. She turns back to Erza, expectant smile plastered on her face.

She’s so focused on Erza and her reaction that she misses Natsu’s uncomfortable shifting. His foot taps nervously against the hardwood floor as Erza launches into a series of questions about the wedding, all of her previous unease obliterated. The motion isn’t lost on Cobra, who watches the other slayer from the corner of his eye, magic focusing in on the edgy dragonslayer.

As an hour or two passes and the girls’ discussion grows more in depth with the occasional interjection from Gray, Natsu’s fidgeting becomes more and more pronounced. The nervous energy finally spilling over when Cobra asks Gray to be one of his groomsmen, and Natsu stands to leave, rushing out of the apartment.

Lucy clambers after him, stopping at the doorway to look back at Cobra.

“Go after him,” Cobra says, knowing that Lucy’s sensed Natsu’s growing unease as well. She hadn’t been able to distract Erza long enough to catch Natsu’s attention, the red head’s series of questioning growing more meticulous as time went by.

She rushes down the steps and out into the fading twilight. It’s much later than she realizes. The street lamps are just starting to flicker on when Lucy stops, checking both ways for the telltale shock of pink hair. She barely catches a glimpse before she takes off running down the street after him. Lucy calls his name, but he doesn't respond, either not hearing her voice or blatantly ignoring her. He rounds a corner, one that Lucy’s entirely unfamiliar with and she picks up her speed, legs pushing her forward.

Rounding the corner, she trips, stumbling over a loose cobblestone. Scream lodging in her throat, she braces herself for impact, but instead a pair of sturdy and altogether too familiar arms catch her around the waist before she can hit the ground.

“Careful,” Natsu chuckles, though his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ve got precious cargo in there.”

Lucy huffs a breath, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. A half formed grumble about Erik’s doting already turning to smothering on her lips. Natsu’s concern rings true though, even if the worst she probably would have gotten were a few scrapes and bruises. She straightens, extracting herself from his arms. He lingers nearby unable to look her in the eye as Lucy brushes invisible dirt from her skirt. There’s a certain tightness to his brow that combined with the defeated slump of his shoulders makes Lucy want to cry.

“Will you…” she clears her throat, “Will you take a walk with me?”

Natsu nods and Lucy holds out her hand. When he takes it, she offers him a tentative smile and laces her fingers with his. They walk for a while, no destination in mind, until they reach South Gate Park. Lucy leads him to a bench. Night has fallen in full force, the crickets chirping in the background. Lucy shivers, from both the chill in the air and the stress. Natsu scoots closer, and Lucy, the heat leech that she’s always been, leans in until he reaches an arm around her. They’re both quiet, letting the peace of the evening wash over them.

“You were so quiet back there…” Lucy says finally. Voice barely above a whisper, the unspoken ‘What’s wrong?’ hovering between them.

She honestly has no clue. Natsu’s had no problem with any of the members of Crime Sorcière since they joined Fairy Tail, and even if he’d been a little jealous of the Poison Dragonslayer monopolizing Lucy’s time in the beginning of their relationship, he’d understood. Especially once he’d started seeing Mira. Double dates had become quite the interesting affair after that. That was also when the quest to figure out how to get Cobra drunk started.

“I just thought…” he trails off, shifting uncomfortably.

“Thought what?” Lucy grabs the hand closest to her and pulls it into her lap.

“It’s dumb,” he says.

“It’s not dumb if it upsets you,” Lucy says, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. “We’re best friends. You can tell me.”

“Best friends… Right,” he says with a shake of his head, and then heaves a sigh, running his free hand through his hair. “I know you’re a girl and all, but I really thought I’d be like… I don’t know… your best man. Or whatever.”

“Like a Man of Honor?” she asks with a giggle.

He nods, blush dappling his nose. Lucy releases his hand, bring both of hers to cup his cheeks.

“Oh Natsu,” she says, and there's something in her tone that almost breaks his heart. Natsu looks away, unable to look her in the eye.

“I should have talked to you first,” she says. “Erik and I, well we talked about it… and he said it just makes sense… He’s the one that gave us the chance to be together… Once Crime Sorcière was absorbed into Fairy Tail after they got pardoned… We’re not even sure if he can do it anymore, since Laxus took over as master, but Erik insists that because he’s still a Wizard Saint that it shouldn’t be a problem and if not then we’ll still have Makarov perform the ceremony and we’ll just have Laxus sign everything like he did it. And with my mother and father gone, it just kind of makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” he asks, interrupting her.

“Would you…” she asks, blush staining her cheeks, “Would you walk me down the aisle and give me away?”

Natsu is speechless. The slack-jawed look on his face has Lucy panicking for a second before he lets out a whoop of mirth. He jumps to his feet, dragging Lucy along with him. He spins her in a circle, laughing. Natsu sets her down, pressing his forehead to hers. His eyes are bright, unshed tears sparkling in the light of the street lamps.

“I take it that’s a yes?” she asks, barely containing a laugh.

“Of course I will,” he says. “After all, what are best friends for?”

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FT Secret Valentine!

Happy Valentine’s Day @aya-eisen​! Surprise it was me! I really hope you like the Gajevy one-shot. Have a great day I had a lot of fun getting to know you! @ftfanfics

Little bare feet slapped against the hard wood floor, the child’s short legs carrying her towards her parent’s room. The door creak as the little girl pushed open the door as quietly as she could. Her parents were fast asleep, her father holding her mother close to his chest. It was still early after all but that didn’t stop her.

“Daddy!” she whispered, having toddled over to his side of the bed to shake him awake. In an instant her father’s piercing red eyes snapped open. Not wanting to wake up his wife, Gajeel sighed before climbing out of bed.

Once they were out of the room and in the kitchen, the black haired man knelt down in front of his five year old daughter. “What’s up Buttercup?” he asked staring into her big brown eyes.

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” Roxie giggled, throwing her arms up in the air.

A soft groan rumbled in the back of the exhausted father’s throat. “You woke me up to tell me that?”

“No silly,” Roxie shook her head, her dark purple locks flying around her. “We gotta make breakfast for Mommy!” The much older man blinked at her, his daughter never ceasing to surprise him with her brains and her big heart.

“All right Rox, what did you wanna make for Mommy?” Gajeel asked, mentally going through the ingredients they had in the house.

“Hmm,” his daughter tapped her chin with her pointer finger, the pose seeming to help her think. “Mommy likes pancakes so we should make her those! With blueberries! But I don’t like blueberries….” She looked troubled by her predicament.

Gajeel chuckled, scooping her up in his arms easily as if she were a feather. “We can make Mommy’s with blueberries and yours with chocolate chips. How does that sound?”

“Good!” Roxie threw up her arms in celebration. “With lots of syrup!”

Gajeel carried her over to the kitchen, the smile never leaving his lips. “Why are you so obsessed with sugar little girl?”

“Because it’s yummy!” Roxie erupted into giggles when her father tickled her sides. “Stop it Daddy! That tickles!”

“That’s why I’m doing it,” Gajeel barked out a laugh and after another moment allowed her to escape her grasp.

Roxie giggled, racing over to the pantry. “Come on, Daddy! We have to finish before Mama wakes up!

“All right all right but you have to be quiet,” Gajeel placed a finger to his lips. “We don’t want to wake up Mommy or your little brother before breakfast is done.”

“Right!” the purple haired girl nodded in affirmation. Together the two whipped up a towering stack of fluffy pancakes, a mix of ones with blueberries, chocolate and plain ones. For the sides they (Gajeel) cooked some eggs and bacon.

“Oi, where ya goin’ squirt?” the dad called, catching sight of Roxie heading towards the front door.

“Outside!” Roxie tugged on a pair of light pink shoes, a birthday gift from her Aunt Lucy. “I’ll be right back!” she promised and was out the door before Gajeel could get another word out.

He shook his head, his pulled back hair swinging from the movement. “Just like her Mom, that kid, Ghihi.” Heading over to the front room, he stared out the window, watching his daughter to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble and found her picking dandelions. “What is she doin’?”

Once Roxie seemed satisfied with her bouquet of weeds, she ran inside clutching the plants close. “Lookie! I picked Mommy some flowers.”

Even Gajeel wasn’t mean enough to break it to his daughter that she had grabbed weeds so instead he ruffled her hair. “Those look beautiful,” he went over to the cabinet. “Let’s put them in a vase.”

“Let me pick which one,” Roxie begged, clambering after him. She studies the few flower vases they had before deciding on a small baby blue one. “That one!”

“Nice pick kiddo!” The iron dragon slayer snagged the chosen vase off the shelf. He walked over to the sink, filling the blue vase halfway with water then letting Roxie put the flowers inside. “Perfect, can you set it on the table? Don’t run with it…good girl,” he praised when no mishaps occurred. The flowers were set, the silverware was on the table, and the food was done. “I think it’s time we wake up Mommy-” he was cut off by distant crying. “I think Gale beat us to it…”

Gajeel told Roxie to guard the food, which she took her job very seriously, to go to his almost one year old son’s room. “Dontcha worry, I gotcha…” he trailed off, seeing Levy with her back facing him as she already held their son. Her hips swayed lightly to an unheard beat that seemed to calm Gale right away.

“Oh, Gajeel,” Levy looked over her shoulder, smiling at her husband sweetly. “I got him because I didn’t know you were up. You weren’t in bed so I figured you might have went to the guild for something.”

“Nah, Roxie woke me up to help her with something,” Gajeel came up behind her, snaking his muscular arms around her thin waist. She was a little plumper after having children, his children, but he didn’t mind one bit. It gave him more of her to love.

“Oh?” Levy raised an eyebrow, leaning into his touch, having not head her daughter come into their room. “What did she need?”

“I think it would be better if she showed you,” a soft chuckle vibrated in his chest while his lips placed a soft kiss to her neck.

“Mommy!” Roxie squealed, flying into the room and ruining her parents sweet moment but the two were used to it by now. Their five year old daughter had a radar for when her parents wished to be alone. “I have a surprise for you!” she tugged her mother’s night dress.

“All right, all right, I’m coming,” Levy laughed lightly, passing Gale over to Gajeel to hold in order to allow her daughter to drag her into the kitchen. Upon seeing the spread on the table, a gasp escaped the young mother. “Roxie…did you and Daddy make this for me?”

“Uh huh! But I picked the flowers all by myself,” the little girl added proudly. Levy knelt down, pulling her baby girl into an embrace. “Thank you baby, I love it,” she kissed her forehead. “I have a surprise for you too?”

“You do?” Roxie quivered in anticipation as she watched her mother head back into her room. When she emerged, Levy was holding the present behind her back.

“Now close your eyes,” her mother instructed and waited to place the gift in her small hands until her eyes were squeezed shut. “Ok, you can open them.”

A high pitched scream came out of Roxie’s mouth as she stared at the heart shaped box of chocolates in her palms. “Thank you so much Mommy!”

“It’s from Daddy too,” Levy laughed when Roxie yelled a thanks to Gajeel and then launched herself into her arms. “You’re welcome sweetie,” the blue haired woman kissed the top of her messy head of hair. Her fingers stroked the girl’s cheek lightly in adoration. Sometimes it was hard to believe that this precious child was hers.

“Gihihi, let’s eat before the food gets cold you two,” Gajeel chuckled, strapping Gale into his high chair. When his wife went to fix the baby some food he told her to relax and eat. The tired mother gratefully accepted his offer. Together the small family enjoyed not only the delicious meal, but also each other’s company.

When breakfast was finished, Gale was put in his play pen that was in the next room along with Roxie who played with her dolls to allow the two adults to clean up. The couple had a system, Gajeel always washed and Levy dried the dishes. They remained in a comfortable silence until the dark haired man stole the dish from her hand. “Hey!”

“Come with me for a sec,” he set the plate on the counter, his hands wrapping around hers as he lead them to their bedroom.

“Gajeel?” the solid script mage questioned, tilting her head to the side slightly, her blue waves stirring at the movement.

The named man gave her no reply, his back to her as he rummaged through one of his drawers. When he turned back around his hand was closed in a fist.

“Hold out yer hands,” he instructed gruffly.

Levy quirked up an eyebrow at him but complied with his request. Not a moment later, she felt cool metal against her skin. She looked down, finding a thin chain with a steel heart charm. “Oh Gajeel…” she smiled, tears pricking the corners of her big brown eyes.

“I made it myself,” her husband said, rubbing the back of his neck. Even after all these years he still got all flustered when it came to being romantic.

“I love it,” Levy clutched the necklace close to her chest, a bright smile adorning her face. “Can you put it on me?”

“What? Ya can’t put on a necklace by yourself?” Gajeel scoffed but took the necklace just like she knew he would. Her hands held up her hair so it was out of the way for him as he clasped the jewelry around her neck. His fingers lingered on her skin, sending goosebumps down her arms.

A soft sigh escaped her pale lips when he placed a kiss just behind her ear, electricity racing across her skin at every touch. “I love you, Gajeel.”

“I know,” he grinned cheekily and after a pout from her he pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you too, Levy.” Another kiss was placed on the top of her head.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Babe.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Levy echoed.