The Misadventures of Crime Sorciere

On the far side of Magnolia, three members of Crime Sorciere were running down the streets in the dark, giggling and laughing as they went. Sorano let out a shriek when Macbeth suddenly pushed her, sending her crashing into a pile of crates. Both Meredy and Macbeth burst into giggles, and Sorano started giggling to. She pulled herself up and the three continued running, or stumbling, with no clear direction in mind. They just let their feet guide them.

On the other side of the town, the rest of Crime Sorciere were desperately searching for their missing comrades, before the hyped up members met something they couldn’t handle. Like multiple members of Fairy Tail.

“Why did you let them eat the damn sweets,” Erik grumbled as he stalked ahead of the group.

“How was I supposed to know all three would get hyper?” Jellal muttered. “It’s not like Macbeth usually does something like this.”

Erik just grumbled incoherent words, still following the scent trail of their runaway members.

“We should find them before they run into trouble,” Sawyer said, “but I don’t think that will happen.”

“Macbeth, Sorano and Meredy are a surprising yet deadly team, oh yeah!”

Suddenly, Erik started running, and the rest of the group ran after him. Jellal let his thoughts drift for a second, wondering if anyone in Fairy Tail was out wandering the streets at this time of night. He blanched at the thought. Sorano and Macbeth wouldn’t be welcomed by the guild members who knew them. If they came up against multiple members of the guild, especially the stronger ones, like Team Natsu, then he wasn't sure they could make it out without getting caught.

And then they came to a stop, right in front of Fairy Tail.

“Shit,” Jellal cursed, clenching his hands into fists.

Sawyer cringed. “This won’t go well.”

Jellal sighed and walked up to the door. There was loud music blaring through it.

“Their having a party, I think,” he said, turning back to the others. “Maybe they haven’t been discovered yet?”

“Ahhhh!”

“What the hell is ANGEL doing here?!”

“Never mind.”

The four of them burst through the doors, Erik jumping right into the chaos surrounding their white haired guild mate. Erza, Gray and Natsu stood ready to fight, Natsu’s fists already on fire. Sorano stood in the middle of a circle, giggling.

Erik stormed through the crowd and picked her up, ignoring her shrieking and threats as he slung her over his shoulder.

“I’ve got one!” He yelled.

“Jelly! Jelly!” Sorano whined, pointing at something.

Erik turned around. “Why are you pointing at Titania?”

“Jelly's wife,” she cooed.

Titania's face flushed as red as her hair. Erik would have laughed, had he not been struggling to keep Sorano from flailing right off his shoulder and onto the floor. Of course, she wasn't helping. Just kept screeching about Erza being Jellal's wife.

"Erza Fernandes!" Sorano yelled, giggling as she punded her fists on Erik's back.

"Sora-bitch, stop!" He snapped.

Their conversation was interrupted as Natsu lit his entire arms on fire, stepping forward with furrowed brows and angry eyes.

“Cobra,” Natsu hissed.

“Salamander. We’re not here to fight. She and two others are on a —“

A shriek interrupted him, and in a flash he had dropped Sorano and ran towards it.

“Macbeth!” He yelled. People parted for him, creating a path between him and his mate. Jellal got there first, standing with wide eyes as Laxus picked up a hissing Macbeth with one hand and plonked him in front of Jellal.

“Am I right in assuming he’s one of yours?” the lightning dragonslayer asked.

Jellal just sighed and nodded. His arms wrapped around Macbeth and pulled him up, settling him against his stomach. The other mage wrapped his legs around Jellal’s waist, arms tightly caging in Jellal’s head and teeth sinking into his neck.

Jellal yelped.

“Did he just bite you?” Gajeel asked.

Jellal sighed again. “He’s becoming a dragonslayer, therefore biting everything.”

“Am not,” Macbeth mumbled into his skin.

“You are to and don’t say otherwise,” Erik said, stepping up to them.

“Here.” Jellal deposited the smaller mage into Erik’s arms. Macbeth settled against him with a soft sigh. Then proceeded to sink his newly sharpened teeth into Erik’s shoulder, who only grunted and shifted Macbeth a little, already used to the younger mans biting.

“He’s like a baby dragonslayer,” Gajeel said, watching Macbeth with wide eyes.

“What the hell is going on here?!” A voice boomed.

Jellal winced and turned around. “I’m very sorry, Master Makarov, these three ran away on a sugar high.”

Richard and Sawyer approached, each leading Meredy and Sorano along by their hands. Both girls looked a little sheepish.

“Wait wait wait. Are they part of Crime Sorciere?” Gray asked, looking between Jellal and the former Oracion Seis.

Jellal nodded. “They are, I recruited them around the time you were fighting Tartaros. They were in the Tower of Heaven, too.”

Murmurs spread through the crowd, until Erza stepped forward.

“I am willing to move forward, and to forge a new alliance with you all,” she said, smiling. “Anyone who is willing to move forward is welcome as an ally of Fairy Tail.”

“Boss, if your girlfriend can forgive people just like that, why can’t you do it too?”

“SHUT. UP.”

“Oooh the Jelly is angry,” Sorano cooed.

“Children this is not the time—“

“Blueberry, just move forward already. Take a page out of Titania’s book,” Sawyer said.

“Yeah, c’mon, Boss,” Erik said, smirking at Jellal.

Jellal felt his eye twitch.

Macbeth looked up slightly from where his head was buried in his mates shoulder. His nose twitched. He could smell an unfamiliar dragonslayer, one he had never come across before. He looked around the crowd with his eyes, searching for that new dragonslayer. And his eyes rested on Gray.

Immediately, he let his magic flow, his eyes changing from red to multicolour so quick no one noticed as he buried his face. The illusion settled in place, and he moved from Erik’s arms slowly, wandering over to the ice mage. He placed his hand on his arm on the taller mage, and the illusion fell away for him.

“What the hell?!” Gray hissed, glaring at Macbeth.

Macbeth just smiled. “They wouldn’t let us go near each other otherwise. Any other mates of dragonslayers?”

Gray looked at him with a frown. “Why would I tell you?”

“Dragonslayers are possessive and protective, any mate of a dragonslayer experiences this. I need someone to complain about Erik to who understands.”

So Gray brought him up to Levy and Freed, and he broke the illusion for them. The four then went over to a far corner, settling down in the chairs and sitting in silence until Macbeth finally broke it.

“How long for you guys?” He asked.

Levy squinted her eyes. “It started around when Gajeel first joined Fairy Tail, but it only really happened two months ago,” she admitted with a blush.

They all looked to Freed.

He crossed his arms. “After Tenrojima.”

Macbeth nodded. “Senpai told me about that. He was very worried for you all during that time.” He looked to Gray.

“About four months, now,” Gray said, a blush rising on his cheeks. “What about you, Macbeth?”

“Erik and I have been together since Doranbolt let us out, and Erik killed Brain,” Macbeth said. “He didn’t really give me much choice in it. I was in love with him already, of course.”

Gray laughed. “Natsu did the same to me,” he said, “I was in love with him, for so long, so I was weary when he suddenly started spouting about mates. But he chased me around until I realised he was actually serious.”

Freed chuckled, and Levy joined in. “They’re all possessive assholes, aren’t they?” Levy asked.

They all nodded, and burst out laughing. Laughing so hard until they were clutching their stomachs. Because their dragon was over protective and over possessive and so was everyone else’s dragon.

“They’re like real dragons,” Gray said, snorting.

“Yeah,” Macbeth said, “but also like dogs. Enhanced smell, protective, possessive of their humans.”

Levy gasped. “Oh wow, I never thought of it that way.”

“But also like cats,” Freed pointed out, “they purr, they hiss, and they absolutely live for attention from their mate.”

“Oh god, if I go one day without paying much attention to Natsu, he starts acting all possessive and horny. Growling at everyone who touches me, grabbing me and pulling me to him, marking my neck. He’s ridiculous,” Gray said, throwing his hands in their air.

Macbeth groaned. “Erik’s the same, except he has no issue throwing me around into walls and other surfaces. Even in front of the others,” he grumbled. Then he flushed bright red when he realised what he had just admitted.

The other three burst into laughter. And from their nods, Macbeth assumed they had experienced similar treatment from their dragonslayer.

“Their amazing and loveab—“ Levy was interrupted by a loud growl.

“MACBETH.”

Macbeth froze. His illusion had faded while he had been laughing. The other three looked back at him with wide eyes. And three more growls sounded through the room. The four of them gulped. Their dragonslayers were aware they were gone, and they were angry.

The first one to reach them was Natsu, and when he did, he kind of froze before them with wide eyes. The other three dragons layers followed after him, and similarly froze.

Jellal approached with a smile. “It looks like they’ve all become friends,” he said. “But Macbeth, don’t do that again.”

The dual haired mage nodded. Then he looked to Erik and pouted. The dragonslayer just growled and stalked over to him, grabbing the smaller man and slinging him over his shoulder roughly.

“Erik! Hey!” Macbeth shouted, wriggling to try get down.

“No. We’re going now, and we’re not gonna see anyone else for a while, so we’ll follow your trail later, Jellal,” Erik growled.

Jellal just nodded and waved lightly.

The other three converted dragonslayers snorted and giggled and waved as Erik stalked off with Macbeth.

“We have to meet up sometime!” Gray yelled.

“Just ask Kinana!” Macbeth yelled back, before he and Erik disappeared outside.

Jellal turned back to Master Makarov. “I”m so sorry about all of this. I don’t know how you do it,” he said, bowing.

“Ah, I know how it is to run a rambunctious guild. Especially with dragonslayers,” Makarov said. “You and your friends had better go before it’s to late though.”

Jellal nodded and rounded up all of the ex-criminals, and left through the door, tugging each and every one of his children behind him.

Until Sorano pushed him and he landed face first in Erza’s unarmored boobs. Richard caught the out cold Jellal, and Crime Sorciere left with large grins on their faces. Leaving behind a very confused guild and a very red Erza. In the end, Jellal didn't really make it out of the situation so much as contribute to it.

Oh well, he lived.