Extra's Stories

By the time the S-Class Trial ended, Erza and Mirajane wasted no time hunting down the white-haired menace who had skipped it—again.

Makarov could only sigh, watching them chase after Fate. His gaze softened with a tinge of sadness.

He had hoped—prayed—that the future Fate foresaw could be changed.

Even if that future meant everyone survived, trading him for it wasn't worth it.

Fairy Tail doesn't sacrifice its own.

That wasn't how their family worked.

Makarov narrowed his eyes at the three teenagers wrestling on the ground, his serious thoughts fading into exasperation. He let out a long sigh—before a small smile crept onto his lips.

At the very least, Fate was finally starting to integrate into Fairy Tail.

Standing behind his grandfather, Laxus scowled, arms crossed, eyes burning with disapproval as he watched Fate goofing around.

The young lightning mage never liked him.

No—he resented him.

It wasn't just that Fate refused to acknowledge Makarov's generosity. It was how his grandfather kept making exceptions for him, cutting corners that Laxus never got.

It infuriated him.

It made him jealous.

If people didn't know any better, they'd think Fate was Makarov's grandson instead of him.

Meanwhile, Cana, fresh off another failed S-Class attempt, trudged back to the guild, shoulders slumped in dejection—until her gaze landed on Fate.

Or rather—on Erza and Mira chasing Fate down.

She paused, watching them with mild curiosity.

"C'mon now, let's not do this right after you two just got back," Fate quipped, slowly backing away as both S-Class mages advanced.

Erza wanted him to become S-Class—Mirajane simply wanted to kick his ass for skipping out.

"You're dead meat, jackass!" Mira snarled.

"I'll need to correct your behavior," Erza said coldly.

And then, in perfect sync—they attacked.

Fate dodged to the side, flipping backward just as their strikes narrowly missed him.

But the two quickly adjusted, redirecting their momentum mid-motion, and charged at him again.

Fate's eyes widened.

They're actually working together?!

With a flick of his left hand, a dark, shifting mass materialized—his Devil Arm, Velgan.

The living demonic shield coiled around his arm, easily blocking Erza's sword and Mira's punch.

Both girls instantly jumped back, eyeing the grotesque shield warily.

Mira grimaced, shaking her hand as though trying to shake off the sensation of touching it.

"What the hell? That thing feels disgusting!" she gagged.

"He got it after we killed that demon at the hot spring," Erza explained, recalling the disastrous events of that mission. "Yet, he only now decides to use it."

"I assumed it was given to him willingly, but… now I'm starting to think otherwise," Erza murmured.

Mira scowled, rubbing her hand against her shirt as if trying to rid herself of the lingering sensation. "No wonder he's obsessed with demon-related jobs…"

Fate grinned, lifting a hand and making the universal 'Come at me' gesture.

Both S-Class Mages twitched.

"You're so dead!"

They lunged.

Dismissing Velgan, Fate pulled out Nehala, splitting it into dual scythes.

The air hummed as he spun them in his hands, the curved blades clashing against Erza's sword and Mira's claws.

Taking a sharp breath, Fate ducked, barely avoiding another strike from Erza before kicking Mira away.

She tumbled, rolling to create distance, while Fate smoothly reconnected the scythes—returning Nehala to its guitar form.

He strummed once.

The air crackled.

"Let's rock!"

A metallic, electrifying riff blasted through the battlefield, and with it, crimson-red lightning erupted from the instrument, striking the ground in jagged, chaotic arcs.

Makarov's eyes widened slightly at the sight.

"Oh? Red lightning..."

He glanced toward his grandson, noting the way Laxus's eyes locked onto the guitar, his expression practically screaming: I want it.

The old master couldn't help but chuckle.

Nearby, Cana continued watching.

Her gaze lingered on Fate—on the effortless way he fought against two S-Class Mages.

A pang of shame twisted in her chest.

Not long ago, she had called him weak.

Now?

Now, she wasn't even sure if she'd last five minutes against him.

Were Erza and Mira holding back?

Maybe.

But even then, she knew—she wouldn't last long in his place.

"Stop messing around, asshole!" Mira shouted, hurling a barrage of magic blasts his way.

Fate only grinned, easily dodging with swift rolls—eerily reminiscent of a Dark Souls player avoiding a boss attack.

Dismissing Nehala, he summoned Scarlet and Redgrave.

As soon as the married swords materialized in his grip, Erza's own sword pulsed in response. The two blades, eternally drawn to each other, clashed in a perfect harmony of steel and will.

"You've really grown stronger," Erza murmured, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Fate met her gaze, his own amusement mirroring hers. "Let's kick things up a notch."

They dove into a dance of blades, moving in perfect synchronization. With every strike, Erza refined her technique, and Fate—utilizing his [Tracing]—mirrored her improvement instantly.

For every adjustment Erza made, Fate copied. For every new technique she developed, he absorbed and executed with equal precision. It was an endless cycle of skill refinement, a battle where neither could gain the upper hand.

They were perfectly balanced.

A deadly loop of improvement.

But in their focus, they forgot about Mira.

Big mistake.

With a powerful crash, Mira slammed into Fate, sending him flying—straight into Erza.

And just like that, all three of them went tumbling through the guild.

A massive hole was left in their wake.

The room fell silent.

A sweatdrop rolled down the back of nearly every guild member's head.

Makarov pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

"At least they didn't trash the guild..."

As time passed, Fate became more involved with the guild—though not entirely by choice. Thanks to Mira and Erza, his days of avoiding social interaction were numbered.

If he tried to slack off, Erza would literally tie him to her luggage and drag him along on jobs, much to his horror. If he tried to escape, Mira would casually hook their arms together and haul him off without a second thought.

No amount of grumbling, complaining, or outright swearing could save him.

Makarov couldn't help but smile whenever he saw them together, feeling oddly satisfied. Fate, who once kept his distance, was now fully integrated into the guild's chaos. However, he did occasionally wish that Fate and Mira would tone down their profanity-laced arguments.

If someone didn't know any better, they'd think the two hated each other with a burning passion.

Then, one day, the guild was hit with a particularly absurd rumor.

"Hey, did you hear? Fate and Mira have moved from wrestling each other in guild brawls to wrestling each other in bed."

The moment those words were spoken, half the guild went silent. The other half choked on their drinks.

Fate's eye twitched. "Hah? Who the fuck came up with such a dumbass rumor?"

"How the fuck should I know?!" Mira snapped, equally pissed off. "I tried to find the bastard who started it, but they didn't have any useful info."

Standing beside them, Erza let out a slow, deep breath. Fate and Mira expected her to be the usual voice of reason—but when they turned to her.

Erza was radiating pure, unfiltered bloodlust.

"We shouldn't argue now," she said, her voice eerily calm. "We need to track down whoever started this rumor and crucify them."

Fate and Mira exchanged wary glances.

Why the hell was Erza angrier about this than either of them?!

"We'll need an official manhunt," Erza continued, her expression darkening further. "And I will personally deal with them."

Fate and Mira: "..."

Erza had officially launched her manhunt, with Mira and Fate trailing behind as they interrogated every guild member who had ever whispered about the rumor. But no matter how many people they cornered, the only answer they got was the same:

"I heard it from… uh, [this member]."

And so the chase continued in an endless loop, leading them right back to where they started.

Erza's frustration was reaching its boiling point. Mira was growing more annoyed, feeling like they'd just wasted an entire month chasing their own tails.

Fate, on the other hand, couldn't care less.

This was just another stupid rumor that would fade into obscurity in a year or two. People had short memories, and honestly, if anyone actually believed it, they were dumber than he thought.

Seriously—two teenagers under eighteen in an intimate relationship?

Even if it were true, what did it matter? It was nobody else's business.

By the time they got home from another fruitless search, Lisanna couldn't take it anymore. Seeing her older sister this stressed out was unbearable, so she finally came clean.

"...Natsu started it."

Silence.

Mira stared at her younger sister, her mind processing the sheer stupidity of the situation.

"...What?"

"Yeah, he kinda just blurted it out after hearing you and Fate yelling at each other. Please don't be angry at him, he is scared that you guy would harm him if he come clean."

Mira: "..."

'Sis… you knew this WHOLE TIME and you're only telling me now!?'

Mira wanted to scream. A month. A damn month wasted on a wild goose chase because her own sister held out on her.

That was it.

She was not taking Lisanna and Elfman on that S-Rank mission anymore. Nope. Consider that reward revoked.

The next day, she relayed the new information to Erza and Fate.

It took both whiteheads working together to physically restrain Erza from outright murdering Natsu on the spot.

After preventing Erza from committing murder, Fate somehow found himself dragged along on an S-Rank job—one that Mira had originally planned to take her siblings on.

"Why the hell are you even tagging along?" Mira grumbled, glaring at the scarlet knight who had, uninvited, joined their mission.

"Simple," Erza answered calmly, arms crossed. "To make sure you don't do anything indecent to my friend."

Mira's eye twitched. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Are you calling me a whore!?" she snapped, her magic flaring slightly.

Erza remained unfazed. Ever since the rumors about Fate and Mira, she had taken it upon herself to ensure nothing inappropriate happened between them. After all, she had an extensive collection of lewd books back home—meaning she was well aware of how quickly things could escalate. There was no way she'd let her friend be stolen by her rival.

Meanwhile, Fate was in a far less comfortable position—literally. Tied up to Erza's absurdly large travel luggage, he let out a sigh. "Okay, but why am I here?"

Mira rolled her eyes. "Because you need to start taking jobs that aren't demon-related. Seriously, it's getting boring watching you do the same damn thing over and over again."

Erza nodded in agreement. "Expanding your experience is necessary for growth. Even if you have your reasons, limiting yourself to only one type of job is unwise."

Both women understood why Fate had an obsession with demon-related missions—he could obtain Devil Arms by killing them. But that didn't mean they were going to let him get away with only hunting demons forever.

They continued their journey, eventually reaching the village where their client awaited. The job was straightforward enough—eliminate a dangerous beast lurking within the forest.

"That's the Beast we're supposed to be fighting?" Fate asked, pointing at the towering monster ahead.

The creature was a hulking humanoid with green skin and a thick mane of red fur. Its massive body rippled with muscle, and two jagged yellow horns jutted upward from its head.

"Yup. That's the King of Monsters," Mira said casually, one hand on her hip as she eyed Fate. Then, a smirk tugged at her lips. "Look enough like a demon for you?"

Fate glanced at the Beast, then back at her. "No."

Mira and Erza both rolled their eyes.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with so we can pick a demon-related job next," Mira sighed, cracking her knuckles.

Satan Soul!

Requip: Flight Armor!

Install!

The trio transformed simultaneously.

Mira's usual Satan Soul took over—her body clad in a revealing, form-fitting one-piece, her limbs turning more demonic, black wings unfurling, and a spiked tail swishing behind her.

Erza swapped her heavy armor for the speed-enhancing Flight Armor, the cheetah-patterned leather wrapping tightly around her form. A short skirt and violet armguards complemented the set, and she gripped Scarlet and Redgrave.

Fate's attire shifted into an elegant black gothic suit, the long coat trailing behind him. In his hand, Balmung—a demonic greatsword—seemed to breathe, the glowing orange eye on its guard twitching restlessly.

For a brief moment, the three of them looked more monstrous than the so-called King of Monsters itself.

The Beast roared, raising a massive fist to smash Erza into the ground—

—but she was already gone.

With her heightened speed, Erza dashed past its defenses, her twin blades carving into its leg. The married blades, capable of severing magic itself, ignored its high magical defense, biting deep into its flesh. The Beast roared in agony, staggering. It tries to strike her, but the scarlet knight is just too fast for it to keep up, so she strikes it again not giving it time to rest.

Dark Orb!

Mira flung a barrage of dark energy spheres at its face. Explosions rippled through the air as they struck, blinding the creature momentarily and sending it crashing to one knee.

Evil Shower!

A rain of darkness bullets followed, hammering into the Beast's back. It roared again, crossing its massive arms over its head in a desperate attempt to shield itself from the onslaught.

Then it made a mistake.

The Beast, wounded and furious, let out a deafening roar meant to intimidate them—

—but Fate roared back.

The influence of his Class Card and the [Madness Enhancement] skill took hold, and what left his mouth was no mere battle cry—it was a bloodcurdling scream. The very air seemed to vibrate with the sheer primal rage behind it.

The Beast flinched.

That was all the opening Fate needed.

He swung Balmung. The greatsword howled as chaotic energy flared around it, the demonic power crackling in the air. The blade bit deep into the creature's chest, raking through flesh and leaving a jagged, burning scar.

The Beast fell onto its back, its massive body convulsing as it tried to crawl away. But there was no escape.

The hunters had become the monsters.

In the original timeline, Mira, Elfman, and Lisanna had taken down the Beast. But allowing Elfman to absorb its soul had led to disaster—he lost control, and in the ensuing chaos, Lisanna had been presumed dead. That loss had shattered Mira, stripping her of her fighting spirit for years.

But this time, the story has changed.

"This was way easier than I expected," Mira muttered, frowning. For an S-Class quest, the Beast had fallen disappointingly fast.

"The one who issued the mission was probably just weak," Fate remarked, momentarily forgetting that his usual sparring partner was a literal Heroic Spirit—a legendary hero recorded in history.

Mira sighed. "Next time, I'm picking something tougher just to shut you up."

Erza smirked. "Good. You're making us S-Class Mages look bad."

In the months that followed, Fate exclusively took on demon-hunting jobs. His relentless pursuit of demonic adversaries earned him the title Devil Hunter—and his sheer style while doing so soon outshined even the two S-Class Mages that often accompanied him.

"FATE!"

A loud yell erupted from the entrance as Natsu charged forward, his fist blazing with flames. "Today's the day I'm gonna kick your—!"

Before he could finish, multiple swords made of magenta light materialized out of thin air, piercing his clothes and pinning him to the ground.

"Hey! Let me go!" Natsu yelled, struggling against the glowing blades.

Fate smirked, standing over him with an infuriatingly casual air. "How? I'm not even touching you."

Natsu opened his mouth to argue—then paused, realizing the annoying truth in Fate's words. His brows furrowed as he tried to process a response, but thinking wasn't exactly his strong suit.

Fate just shook his head, amused. "You're too easy."

For someone his age, Natsu severely lacked intelligence. Battle instincts? Decent. A heart of gold? Sure. But brains? Not so much. If there was one word to describe Natsu, it was fool—a loveable, fiery, reckless fool.

Fate had once considered training Natsu, hoping to knock some sense into him. Maybe sharpen his mind alongside his fists. But after seeing Natsu's complete lack of interest in learning—combined with his pathetic attempts to half-ass it—Fate had given up. Even threats of making him study under Erza had only led to the fire dragon slayer barely putting in any effort.

Honestly, Fate now understood why Erza went to such extremes: denying Natsu food, water, and sleep until he finally learned how to read and write.

And even then... it had been a struggle.

"Hmmm." Fate stared at the quest board looking for a demon-hunting job until his eyes landed on a demon extermination job in an old abandoned city.

The pay isn't bad, it was an A-Rank mission after all, but what causes his attention is the location of the place said to be in Elphael, a ghost city.

The place sounded familiar to him for some reason but he can't quite put a finger into it. He knows there isn't a place like that in Fairy Tail, but then again this is once a fictional world, so maybe this is just a place that wasn't shown in the show, manga, or light novel.

Fate grabbed the job request but as he tried to register for the job, he somehow found himself having a few tag-along.

'How annoying.' Fate thought, sitting in the train with Erza and Mira on each of his sides, arguing with each other while having him in the middle to stop them from outright hitting each other.

Companion: Igneel(0), Scathach(5), Nobbu(5), Senji Muramasa(5),

'Hmm… If my relationship with Igneel improves, I might be able to summon him and ask for a ride.' Fate mused before shutting his eyes. When he opened them again, he found himself standing in the familiar volcanic wasteland.

"Yo."

"HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN AFTER ABANDONING ME FOR FIVE YEARS?!"

The Fire Dragon King's roar shook the very ground, his molten eyes locked onto Fate with fury.

"In my defense, it was more like four years," Fate replied lazily, his tone utterly unfazed—if anything, amused.

Igneel growled, flames licking at the corners of his mouth. "I HAVE BEEN TRAPPED IN ISOLATION! NO VIEW OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD! NOTHING BUT ENDLESS ROCK AND MAGMA! NO OTHER SIGN OF LIFE!"

"Alright, alright, I get it." Fate raised his hands in mock surrender. "You're mad—"

"FURIOUS!"

"—a little more than mad. Sure." His casual response only seemed to anger the dragon further. "But hey, I can help you out."

Igneel narrowed his gaze. "How?" He didn't trust Fate's words one bit, but the reality was… Fate was the only one who could enter this space. If he couldn't rely on him, who else did he have?

Fate smirked and, with a flick of his wrist, projected a massive slab of meat in front of the dragon.

Igneel's eyes widened.

"I can't fix this overnight, but in the meantime, I'll make your stay more comfortable." Fate said, watching the Fire Dragon King sniff the air before taking the entire piece in one bite.

"Hmph." Igneel chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "I normally wouldn't accept a human's charity, but… anything is better than staring at rocks for years."

"Glad we have an understanding." Fate nodded. "By the way, Natsu's doing fine. I think he's starting to develop a crush on someone… or maybe it's the other way around."

Igneel huffed, arms crossing. "Hmph. That's good to hear."

"Alright, I gotta go. Try not to burn the place down."

"As if I could."

Fate opened his eyes, back in the real world. The rhythmic motion of the train accompanied the peaceful sight before him—Erza and Mira, both asleep, their heads resting on his shoulders.

Before he could even appreciate the quiet moment, a familiar voice cut through.

"So, which one do you plan to claim?"

Fate's gaze shifted to the opposite seat, where Scathach had materialized, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded. Gae Bolg rested beside her.

"Or are you planning to claim both?"

Fate sighed. "I prefer blond."

"Oh?" Scathach's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Well, when the girl does come, make sure to knock her up." She stood, her form flickering as she began to dematerialize. "It gets quite lonely without grandkids."

Fate's eye twitched.

'Should I just adopt someone like Wendy and be done with it? No, wait… she said 'grandkids'—plural. Meaning she wants multiple…'

His face darkened.

'Fuck. Do old women have a thing for grandkids?'