Bickslow x reader

~~~time skip brought to you by Elfman's manliness~~~

You've been dating for almost a year now. Bickslow took you to restaurants, the park, a hot spring resort, the cinema, and even to a casino. But you also had quieter dates like cooking dinner and watching movies at home. You cuddled but you weren't actually physical, meaning that you hadn't properly kissed (though you did kiss on the forehead and cheek plenty) or had sex at all.

That was your decision and Bickslow accepted it. You wanted to keep your relationship honest and pure until you were sure he was a keeper. You didn't like the idea of getting physical only to get your heart broken. It's happened too many times before. Plus, you were rather shy about physical intimacy. Besides, you were both pretty busy with guild work.

You are currently sitting in the guild hall in the best seat in the house. Bickslow's lap. Master Makarov gets up on the bar and announces the S-class candidates. "(f/n)(l/n)!" That was all you heard. You're pretty sure there were more names listed off but yours was the only one you heard. You're not sure how you feel about it though. You haven't been here nearly as long as Bickslow, so why were you picked and not him?

When master finishes listing off names the candidates start to celebrate and pick their partners. For you, that means Bickslow picking you up and spinning you around a few times before putting you on your feet. "Will you be my partner?" you ask, your (f/c) eyes shining like stars as you look past his helmet to where you know his beautiful red eyes are.

He hums, rubbing his chin "I would ask you to help me when I get picked for the trials, but then you'll be S-class so I can't do that. So instead," he flashes you his signature grin "I'm just gonna ask that you not take it easy on me when that day comes."

That's a yes. Your smile threatens to split your face in two as you hug him tight. He chuckles "These guys have nothing on you baby. You got this." That's when you remember who's already S-class. Gildarts, Laxus, Erza, Mystogan, and Mira. Damn. You can't beat them.

Seeing your face, Bickslow grins, pulling you close and kissing your forehead. "Relax baby. They're tough, not invincible." You look up and him and deadpan "Erza." He cringes a little at the thought. Then he shrugs "Maybe she won't kill us?" You just giggle at that. He's so silly.

A week later, you're off to Tenrou Island for the trials. Nox spends the trip in the crow's nest of the main mast, enjoying the view, the breeze, and the irony. You're grateful that Makarov is letting you have Nox and Bickslow. After all, your magic requires a partner and he can't force you to be alone at any time during the contest or it wouldn't be fair.

The first test? You have to make your way to the camp on the far side of the island, but you have to fight anyone you run into on the way there. Bickslow uses his babies to fly the two of you to a clearing about halfway to the camp. There, you make your stand.

Right now, you're mostly worried about Cana and Macao. They're your toughest competition. There's also Wakaba and a few other members that you don't know as well, but you're pretty confident you and Bickslow can beat them.

You take this chance to turn Nox into a roc [giant bird from Middle Eastern mythology]. You watch as Nox's small body expands, his skin stretching and bumps form before quickly splitting to reveal the new feathers. His current feathers grow and lighten to shades of gray and growing until each feather is as long as your foot and each wing is as long as you are tall...then it keeps growing.

His talons grow into razor sharp blades each one as long as your middle finger and each foot large enough to engulf your head easily. His beak becomes big and sharp enough to snap any of Bickslow's dolls like a twig. His eyes and ears enlarge and sharpen, allowing him to see and hear much further and in much sharper detail. When standing, he's a bit taller than Bickslow (who is among the tallest in the guild).