#Bond. Heirs of a cold war that's what we've become Gajeel & Deiru [levinmancer]

[kurogane-redfox]

‘ hide these. i’ll explain later. ‘

&. he’s off, leaving the dragonslayer with a pair of nicely pressed pants that may or may not belong to a certain rune mage.

Random Shit @levinmancer

Oh, he didn't trust the look on Deiru's face. Not even a little bit. Thus, when the dress pants were thrust into his hands, he'd know who they belonged to by scent alone. If they were, indeed Freed's. What the hell was he supposed to do with them?

"Wha- Oi! Ya can't just -"

The Dragon could HUNT Deiru down if it was needed but, seriously?

"Why Freed's pants and why ME?!"

[kurogane-redfox]

‘ i think i’ve got a dilemma gaj. you ever let someone top you before? i’ve been thinkin’ bout it and i’m not sure how i feel because i think i would enjoy it. any advice? man to man? ‘

Random Shit @levinmancer

"Nobody has topped me, no,"

Not WILLINGLY, at least, but D didn't know that bit about the Dragon's past. He's given it a bit of thought, and with the right person it COULD be enjoyable, of that he was certain. He'd just never met someone who made him feel SAFE enough to try it with.

"From what those I've topped before have said it's really enjoyable. I think yer gonna have to learn 'bout it first hand though. The question is who would ya wanna have top ya to find out?"

He'd gotten nothing but positive reviews, aside from the 'oh god I can't feel my back' comment here and there. He was GOOD at what he did, that much was certain but also beside the point. This was about his friend.

"Ya might get better advice from someone like Natsu or even Gray."

[kurogane-redfox]

Bond tags I ain't posted yet.

[kurogane-redfox]

a letter would arrive for the dragonslayer, sitting comfortably in his mailbox. it read as follows:

“Bonehead,

Job’s going good chief. I ran into some trouble a couple days into it when I misidentified some berries I made into a tea. I won’t go into detail about what it did to me but I’ll never take my balls for granted again. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks. I should be back before the end of the month.

P.S. let Juvia know that sweater she gifted me did wonders for these cold mountains. I owe her big time.

- D.K.”

Random Shit D being dumb @levinmancer

He'd read over the letter and loft a brow. Misidentified berries... did what? Well, then, shaking his head, the Dragon would snort as he finished reading the letter. He'd tuck into the box with the rest of the shit he'd gotten from the other male, before tucking the box onto the shelf he held it on. He'd tap his chin before remembering the mountains the other male had gone on his job to.

Oh, THOSE berries existed there, the rash had to be pretty uncomfortable. Well, it was a good thing the Dragon was there, he'd have given the other male so much SHIT for making berries that did what they did into a tea. Eh, he could pick on him whenever he got back.

He would, however, be sure to thank Juvia on Deiru's behalf regarding the sweater. He knew his best friend made warm ones, not that he ever wore anything with SLEEVES himself.

"D ya fuckin' idiot."

[kurogane-redfox]

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Headcanons! @levinmancer

The Dragon gives Deiru crap cause he CAN.

Surprisingly, the two men have incredibly battle chemistry. It's almost like they have some innate ability to READ one another's movements before they take action sometimes.

The two of them are FRIGHTENINGLY efficient with their various jobs.

While the Dragon was a solo taker, the two of them sort of made an unofficial official team together.

They could still obviously go solo if they wanted to, but it seemed that they agreed - it was much MORE fun to fuck enemies up side-by-side.

Deiru was actually one of the FIRST people to see the Dragon's Dragon Force and the power he had as a result of that move.

When they're camping out, the Dragon is the one cooking. Typically for good reason.

They give one another shit, it's almost as if they've sort of adopted one another as brothers to some extent.

There is literally no end to the amount of shitty nicknames the two call one another, but they never do anything other than LAUGH about it.

The Dragon leaves Deiru small boxes filled with pumpkin spice truffles, pumpkin spice muffins, pumpkin cupcakes with pumpkin spice frosting, and pumpkin pie. They're left in his mailbox.

Someone made the mistake of trying to take one (or both) out at various times on a job. He's STILL recovering from the wounds the two inflicted upon him.

[kurogane-redfox]

@levinmancer asked: ‘ gaj , can you tell that piece of shit asshole to fuckin’ get the hell out of here before i fuckin’ kick him in the face ? ‘ his tone is deadpan , yet he manages to weave profanity together like poetry . he really does not like this drunk making noise at the end of the bar counter .

He'd never heard D string that many profane words together in a single sentence before. The Dragon KNEW his habit of dropping profanity like nothing could rub off on people but he'd never said so many in a single sentence. Had he?

It WAS possible but he tended to reign himself in around certain people because he knew they weren't particularly fond of profanity. He'd snort before looking at the fucker the other male was referring to. Truthfully, he thought a nice solid PUNCH to the fucker's jaw would help shut him up but he didn't want to get kicked out.

"He's pretty fuckin' gross and annoyin' ain't he?"

He'd seen the guy leering at various patrons in the bar. He couldn't remember the exact reason why he and the other had opted to stop in the bar in the first place but that was fine. He could see the creep making the bartender uncomfortable so he'd merely flash a wife grin before downing the last of his spiced whiskey before placing Jewel on the counter. The Dragon would then walk over to the creep, yank him up by the back of his shirt, drag him kicking and clawing to the doors, then promptly throw him into the nearest trash can.

He'd make his way back to D, then sit back down at the bar, finding his glass had been refilled.

"Took the trash out. Gihi."

[kurogane-redfox]

@levinmancer asked: ' well this is just great. '

"It's just a bit of rain, ya can't tell me ya DON'T like rain, D,"

He wasn't bothered at all, in fact, the Dragon had his head tilted back and was allowing the cool water to hit his face and slide through his mass of hair. Sure, it'd get heavier due to the water but he could care less. It felt GOOD. He'd always loved the rain as long as D didn't crack any jokes about him 'getting rusted' from the water they'd be fine.

"I can always make yer ass an umbrella if yer that worried yer gonna melt or some shit."

While D had HEARD the Dragon could make more than weapons with his magic he'd not seen it in action firsthand before. So if he took the larger male up on his offer he'd get to see something kind of cool. Or so the people who HAD seen it said.

[kurogane-redfox]

@levinmancer asked: ❛ can’t sleep? ❜ [& various questions sentence starters]

He was sitting on the roof. One of his favorite places to sit in relative silence. Given his enhanced hearing, whenever the guild got too loud he tended to vanish to the roof. When Deiru appeared and asked his question, the Dragon would turn his head and frown. Had it really been THAT long? It'd felt like he'd only been on the roof for a few minutes to an hour at most, so just how long had passed?

"Ain't like it's a secret that I hardly sleep, what 'bout ya though?"

He wasn't going to bother asking what time it was. It was of no consequence to him anymore. Mostly because he already knew that even when he got home there was a slim to no chance of him getting adequate sleep. That was, if he slept at all. Either way, he had no issues just looking at the sky. He'd not even brought a drink to where he was sitting to enjoy in the night air.

"What brings ya up here? Can't help but wonder. Did they try tapin' yer ass to the ceilin' 'gain?"

He'd still not figured out why Deiru had been taped to the ceiling in the first place but he'd also not bothered to ask. He'd heard some of the chaotic shit the other man had done before so it had probably been something to that extent. At least he'd taken the time to cut the other down even if he'd allowed him to merely hit the floor afterward.

He couldn't be accused of being NICE after all.

Nobody would want that. He was an asshole and a jerk not some nice guy who did nice things for people. (Even though he actually DID do nice things for people.)

"I think I might head home."

He'd head to the edge of the rooftop and look down. Sure, it was a couple stories but he'd jumped from higher distances and been just fine. The question was, would Deiru actually allow the Dragon to jump off the roof or would he try to stop him?

[kurogane-redfox]

@levinmancer asked: [ SEVEN ]  for sender to be hurt trying to protect receiver which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge. [For the 'You can kill me but don't you dare touch them' dynamics]

He was already pretty beat up. Dragon or not he COULD sustain damage. Seeing Deiru go down because he tried to protect him while he yanked a dagger from his own shoulder out before crushing the weapon in a hand and throwing it to the ground there after made his blood boil.

If the men in front of them weren't afraid just by THAT then as his body suddenly shined in the color silver, sharp scales adorning every visible bit of skin that, had been tanned mere moments before, they likely would be now. Sharp claws rested at the ends of fingertips and he'd launch himself toward the nearest enemy before slashing at him with those claws, a SHOCKWAVE of air being let loose from what they would likely think was a simple action.

"Yer gonna regret hurtin' my partner because, now? Ya have an angry DRAGON to deal with."

Most people knew who he was by his general appearance. The long black hair, the rivets adorning his forearms and face, but not this idiots. These sorry sacks of shit who were going to need a hospital when he was done with them. He COULD kill them but he knew he shouldn't so he wasn't going to. If someone died on accident that wouldn't be HIS fault. As a group of the idiots decided to come at him all at once he'd grin and inhale.

"Iron Dragon's Roar!"

A cyclone filled with shrapnel would impact the moron closest to the Dragon, sending him flying backward into the others. The spell would not only inflict blunt damage but the shrapnel in the cyclone itself would tear into their clothing and skin, if they were still conscious after taking a direct hit from something like that, then he'd launch himself at them intending on knocking them out with a punch or kick.