So this is my first crack at publicized fanfiction in a looooong time. I'm currently obsessed with Fairy Tail though, and have so many plot bunnies loitering in my brain it's getting ridiculous. I have to set some of the little fuckers free or I'll never find any peace.

This and any potential future chapters or fics will have all been mostly typed up on my phone, so forgive me any typos. I have a laptop but it's a dinosaur that I mostly use for playing sims. I'm also equipoise with acrylics that are growing out a teensy bit at the moment and am not always the best at typing with them, but whatever.

I'm gonna let y'all know right now that I am a long winded bitch and I have a fondness for commas so you'll just have to deal with that. I like to think that my capabilities as a storyteller make up for that. I haven't decided whether or not I just want this to be a short little oneshot, or I want to turn it into a series, or a series of drabbles, or what. That's up to the feedback I get from y'all I guess.

I don't own Fairy Tail obvs.

There was something about Lucy Heartfilia that fascinated dragon slayers far and wide, drawing them in like bees to honey.

Lucy herself hadn't an inkling of what it was, or even really that she was the object of such fascination in the first place. All she knew was that she had gained a fantastic family since joining Fairy Tail, and she wouldn't change that for the world. So what if a majority of those closest to her within that quirky family were dragon slayers? They were so warm, and no one that knew of her upbringing with her father could begrudge the celestial mage physical affection.

Growing up under the not-so-tender-and-loving care of Jude Heartfilia had left Fairy Tail's resident celestial spirit mage with more than a few hang ups.

She was essentially touch-starved. Her mother had been just as tactically affectionate a creature as she was, and after her passing that all but disappeared from Lucy's life. No hugs or cuddles were to be expected or requested from her father.

She was extremely insecure, and almost unable to recognize her own strength and worth as a mage and as a person. Nothing had been quite good enough for her father, and he always let her know it. From her uneven smile, too big chest to her too wide hips, she doubted it all.

These were just a few of many.

What she didn't know was that it was everything about her that appealed to her guild family, but especially her veritable nest of dragon slayers.

Her hair hung almost down to her hips at this point, as vibrant as spun gold. It shone brightly in the sunlight and appealed greatly to some strange buried instinct with their dragons - the need to keep such a treasure close, and safe. Her skin nearly had the same effect, miles of creamy porcelain that was not only smooth but also soft. Having been born into an aristocratic family, Lucy had been blessed with clear skin. That she was tiny and not very physically intimidating appealed to protective instincts in them all, even little Wendy.

But it was Lucy as a whole that really reeled them in, and kept them there. She was kind. Sure, she might yell and posture a lot when they invaded her apartment unannounced, but she very rarely kicked them out. She always smelled good, like pine and pomegranates, and was always down for a cuddle. Dragon slayers were also very tactile creatures at their core. She baked yummy food and was an excellent distraction from motion sickness. She could even be convinced to sing on occasion - and though it was a little known fact because of her shyness about it - Lucy had a lovely voice. High and clear, she could almost always be caught humming different hymns that she had learned from her mother as she worked around her apartment.

If any of her friends of the non-dragon variety had noticed that the slayers seemed to gravitate towards her, they never mentioned it. To Lucy, anyway.

There almost always seemed to be a slayer nearby, wherever Lucy went. Especially those within the guild. After all they had been through as nakama, strong and everlasting friendships had been made around the board. Most surprisingly, those between not only Lucy, Wendy, and Natsu (who were all on the same team, after all) - but those between Lucy and Laxus, and Gajeel.

Though neither were the most outwardly outgoing or friendly they seemed almost unable to help themselves in the little mage's presence. Almost tame. Mavis help the sad sack that made such an assumption.

Laxus seemed to gravitate to the little star-reader when she was alone reading at the bar or contemplating mission requests at the board. His presence was always welcomed with a bright smile, or a playful nudge. The two had taken to calling each other 'Blondie' after the first time the male slayer had referred to Lucy as such, and her quick tongue had fired right back that he was just as blonde as she was.

Gajeel always seemed to be there in the nick of time to pluck Lucy out of the path of destruction that was Natsu and Gray's ever-ongoing rivalry. He would appear and tuck the blonde mage into his side, pulling her from harm's way and snickering all the while at the wild threats she would be hurling at her teammates.

Wendy looked up to Lucy above all others as who she most wanted to emulate as she grew. She secretly thought of the celestial mage as her nee-chan, and even slipped up occasionally by referring to her as such out loud. Every time it happened Lucy's heart would swell and she would sweep the tiny sky dragon into her embrace, making the younger girl's face glow with a pleased and embarrassed blush.

Natsu has always been by her side, her faithful and loyal companion. Best friends until the end. The amount of times he would arrive in the nic of time to rescue Lucy were innumerable, and he would continue to do so no matter what. She was his nakama, and first friend within the guild. He was the entire reason she was even a part of Fairy Tail. She would love him til the end, even if he did have a bad habit of invading her space and sneaking into her bed without permission.

Even the slayers they had come across that weren't a part of their guild seemed to share their fascination of Lucy. It was always the hair.

Cobra had a sneaky habit of finding Lucy when she was out and about after missions, shopping around to see what other towns had to offer in the way of clothes and magic stores. He would appear out of nowhere, irritate the hell out of her with his snarky remarks and eerie soul-listening ability, only to vanish just as suddenly without so much as a goodbye. Only the feeling of a playful tug, or fingers carding through her long tresses to let her know he was gone.

Whenever she went to visit her fellow celestial mage, Yukino, she would encounter Rogue without fail. He would seemingly melt out of the shadows in and scare the life out of her, ruffle her hair in the most annoying fashion, and be gone again back into the darkness with a smirk at her enraged squawk.

Considering that her friendships with her other team members, along with most of the guild had also flourished in the years that she had been with them, Lucy never really noticed that she was the target of such a broad ranged yet oddly specific sort of affection.

Her and Erza has grown especially close, bonding over cake and complaining about their teammates' destructive rivalry many a night while watching movies, usually with Wendy in tow. They were closer than ever, and a force to be reckoned with when they teamed up together. Gray was like the big brother that she didn't know she needed, always there to keep her company when she wanted it, and a shoulder to cry on when necessary. She loved him dearly, even though he was always breaking into her desk to read her novel without permission.

Like he was currently doing right now, despite her giving him the evil eye from her spot next to Wendy on the couch. "Leave it alone, Fullbuster! Levy hasn't read that chapter yet." She chastised, holding up the remote to her lacrimavision in a clear threat. Lucy had wicked aim when she wanted, so he set the bundle of papers back down with a grumble.

They had just gotten back that morning from a mission, and the entirety of Team Natsu were piled in her tiny apartment. Natsu and Happy were snoring away in her bed, Erza had taken over her tub for a hot soak, and her, Wendy, and Gray were watching a movie. She was so tired from the walk back into town that she didn't even notice she was falling asleep right there on her couch, squished between her honorary big brother and little sister.

Lucy awoke sometime later to dark apartment, surrounded by warmth and fingers tangled in her hair. The glow of her LV illuminated the small apartment, showing Gray passed out cuddling her legs, Erza propped up against the foot of the couch using Gray's legs as a pillow with Happy in her lap. The warm weight of a smaller body curled into her own chest made her glance down to into the sleeping face of Wendy, the tiny dragon responsible for the slight tugging she felt on her scalp.

She lifted an arm to blearily rub the sleep out of her eyes, still so tired but unsure if she should wake everyone up to send them home or not. A warm puff of air against the back of her neck alerted her to a third presence on her couch and making her freeze up. Nobody else had been there when she was still awake.

"Luuuce." The sleepy whine of Natsu's voice revealed the mysterious invader's identity. His almost-too-warm curled up around her ribs, fingers joining Wendy's curled up in her hair. "More sleep."

Lucy smiled softly with a sigh and sank back into the embrace of her family, content to just sleep for the rest of the night amongst her nakama and friends. They could deal with everything else in the morning.

I feel like this should definitely not end here? Uncertain where I want it to go though lmaooooo. Oh well.

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