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theolddarkmachine · 6 years

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“Thanks, sweetheart, that’s—”

They turned the corner and stepped through the sliding doors into the sparring room that they’d had reserved, only to see that they weren’t the first to arrive. A single, sharp breath tore through his lips as his dark eyes landed on a wide, strong back.

“Reassuring,” Gildarts finished flatly as the man turned around, an inky eyebrow raising in question beneath a scar that ran from his hairline to the corner of his left eye. That was new, but the cocky smirk that broke his features, was not.

Silver.

Only, a much larger, heavily muscled version of the kid he had known in his youth. A quiver of something dark shot through his gut as he watched the other man cross his toned arms across his chest.

AO3

For my dearest @smartcookie727 :) I know it’s literally a million years after your birthday, buuuuuut, better late than never right? Hope I did Sildarts justice! 😘

Human bowling.

That’s why Gildarts was here.

Because his daughter, light of his life and current bane of his existence, decided that human bowling was a good idea.

“Couldn’t have played some other game, like hide and seek or tag, could ya, kid?” He sighed as they stepped over the threshold of the gym, the sharp tang of sweat bombarding them instantly. Cana, to her credit, at least tried to look apologetic.

Of course, he knew his daughter better than that, especially with the way her little mouth struggled to stay downturned at its edges. But hey. At least she was trying.

“Gray was the one that suggested it,” she said with a touch of a whine in her voice, her lip jutting outward in a forced pout. It pulled at his heartstrings, even if he knew it was all for show. Cana was too smart for her own good, and she knew just how to play her father, much to his chagrin.

Metal clanged around them as they walked past various gym goers, most barely paying them any mind as they went by. Normally, the gym would feel like home.

Today, it felt like he was walking the green mile.

“He suggested you throwing a giant inflatable tire at him?” Gildarts asked blandly, not truly expecting an answer from his daughter, who looked up at him with a bright glint of something nefarious burning deep in her eyes.

“Yep!” She said happily, a smile finally cracking through her facade with all the brightness of the sun. It was a thing of pure, unadulterated joy that Gildarts would happily burn heaven and earth down for, or less dramatically, spar another parent for.

When he’d first received the phone call, he had thought it was a prank. The gruff voice on the other end had calmly introduced itself as Silver Fullbuster, Gray’s dad. It had then gone on to say that he challenged Gildarts to a sparring session in order to defend his son’s honor. Or something to that effect. Honestly, he hadn’t been listening, instead Gildarts had laughed, agreed, hung up, and then promptly forgot about the whole thing.

Well, had forgotten until that morning when Cana had reminded him over their morning pancakes that she was ready to watch him kick Gray’s dad’s butt.

Why do I need to kick his butt? He’d asked preoccupied by the coffee he was pouring into his mug.

Because you told him you would, she’d said matter-of-factly around a mouthful of pancake.

No I didn’t, he’d said as he began to shovel sugar into his cup.

Well he said he’d kick yours. Another bite of pancake.

And why would he say that? A small sip of his coffee.

Because Gray was the pin during human bowling. And then he’d choked.

“Don’t worry dad, I’ve seen Gray’s dad, you’re definitely going to win,” Cana said in what he could only assume was supposed to be a soothing manner as she tapped his forearm with a small hand.

He had also seen Gray’s dad, but it had been 15 years ago and something told him the scrawny boy he’d known in high school had grownup.

“Thanks, sweetheart, that’s—”

“Reassuring,” he finished flatly as the man turned around, an inky eyebrow raising in question beneath a scar that ran from his hairline to the corner of his left eye. That was new, but the cocky smirk that broke his features, was not.

Silver.

Only, a much larger, heavily muscled version of the kid he had known in his youth. A quiver of something dark shot through his gut as he watched the other man cross his toned arms across his chest.

“My dad’s gonna beat yours up, Cana!” A small voice piped up, pulling Gildarts’ attention from the hard lines of Silver’s forearms to the kid peeking around him. Gray looked every bit the man’s son, right down to the angry eyebrows and his unruly black hair.

“Shut up, Gray!” Cana piped up, thrusting a finger toward the boy with more ferocity than really necessary. “I’ll get the tire!”

Dread leeched the color from Gray’s face as he stuck his tongue out and mimicked his fathers cross armed stance. For a brief, solitary moment, the room filled with silence as the four of them exchanged looks before a boisterous peal of laughter shattered the quiet.

“You’ve got a firecracker there, huh,” Silver said around his mirth, his wide shoulders shaking with it.

“Yeah, I don’t know where she gets that from,” Gildarts said flatly, ignoring the way his heart leapt at the sound of the other man’s laughter. Something about it was etching sharp lines in the bone that caged it, and he didn’t quite want to think about what exactly that meant.

He also didn’t want to think about just how nice his mouth looked shaped around that laughter.

“I’m sure,” the other man replied, his tone colored with teasing as he cocked his head, his black eyes tracking Gildarts’ body, leaving heated lines in their wake.

It took far longer than it should have for him to realize the sharp intake of breath had been his own.

“It’s good to see you again, Silver,” he managed, not truly grasping how much he’d actually meant it until the words fell from his lips. They had been friends once upon a time. All through high school they had been been jointly known as the school terrors. Silver would supply the smarts to their plans, and Gildarts the muscle, making them an unstoppable force whenever it came to harmless pranks and the occasional bout of vigilante justice.

Then life happened and they went their separate ways.

It wasn’t a particularly exciting a story, or even a new one by any standards, and Gildarts had honestly forgotten just how good of a friend Silver had been. The past dredged itself back up within the last couple of months, especially after Cana had come home one day to announce that a new kid had been moved into her class with the last name Fullbuster. But even then it hadn’t all come back to him until the man himself was standing in front of him.

Worst of all, standing in front of him now built like a brick house.

Silver’s answering smile was downright predatory as he took a step forward onto the mats.

“Likewise,” he said lowly, a deep growl curling the edges of the word in a way that sent heat racing up towards Gildarts’ cheeks.

“Dad,” Cana whined, dragging out the ‘a’ in a comical way as she pushed at his arm. “Just get it over with!”

“Yeah, dad,” Gray agreed, bobbing his head up and down. “I’m hungry, just show him who’s boss.”

“They’re pushy, huh?” Silver asked, his brow arching as he unwound his arms and lifted them in an exaggerated shrug. His mouth suddenly ran dry as he watched the way the other man’s tank top stretched across his abs with the movement.

“Guess we better do this.”

This, of course, was the sparring match they’d agreed on, and yet it took all of three seconds for Gildarts’ brain to catch up as it instead sent a spike of something a couple degrees shy of full blown desire down into his gut.

Shaking his head gently to banish the sudden thought of bare skin and heavy breaths, he pushed Cana towards the short bleachers that stood at the end of the room.

“Rules?” He asked as he pulled his hoodie over his head, the fabric obscuring his vision so that he missed the flash of Silver’s eyes as they found the sliver of skin exposed beneath the hem of his undershirt.

Dropping it on the ground with the soft rustle of fabric, he eyed Silver as he urged his son toward the same bleachers that Cana sat on. Gently, he crossed an arm across his chest and folded the other over its forearm in an easy stretch.

“Best two out of three?” Silver asked, his look somehow darker as he watched Gildarts stretch. “No crotch shots, but all else is free game. Sound good?”

All else is free game. The words sent a thrill rolling down his spine with the same ferocity of a tsunami as he folded forward to stretch the back of his legs and also hide the way his face flushed once more. Something about the way Silver had said it made them sound more ominous than anything.

“Yeah,” he replied, praying the other dad didn’t hear the strain in the word as he came back up. Not that Gildarts had ever been known for his ability to feel shame, something that Cana could attest to, but he still felt the strange burn of embarrassment at his own voice.

Which was just another thing on a growing list of things he really didn’t want to think about.

Shaking his wrists out and hopping in place, Gildarts fell back into an easy stance with his fists braced up in front of his face. It was pose he was used to, one that called back to an older time, and from the Silver’s eyes widened minutely, he could tell the other man could read the throwback in the pose.

“Alright,” he said as he moved closer, stopping just feet away before he adopted the same pose. From over his fists, Gildarts could see the way his eyes sparkled with a deep burning fire.

“Let’s do this.”

Neither man made a move as they studied each other, tension running through them like a taut wire and heat building in the space between them. Gildarts let his eyes wander across the expanse of Silver’s face, noting the way it had hardened over the years. His jaw was nothing but hard lines and sharply squared points, dusted with stubble and set with decision. The scar that marred his skin was obviously old, the edges of it faded enough into the rest of his skin that it looked almost like it belonged. It gave him a fearsome look, which almost seemed oxymoronic given the kid he had been.

Not that Silver had ever needed protecting, but he didn’t where the chip on his shoulder quite in the same way Gildarts had. It had lulled others into a false sense of security when they saw him. Made them think he would be a good target.

Clearly, that wasn’t the case anymore.

A hand shot out towards Gildarts, clutching at the front of his shirt as Silver pushed forward. Using that momentum and the element of surprise, he knocked his feet from beneath him until he was suddenly on his back. The shock of it knocked the breath from his lungs as he felt the edge of Silver’s knuckles push into his sternum as he leant in over him. Pulse racing loudly in his ears, Gildarts watched as he came closer, his eyes indecisive on whether to look him in the eye or stare at his slightly parted lips.

“One for me, Gildarts,” he hummed, his breath tickling across his face and carrying the scent of wintermint. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft on me.”

Very far from it, he thought to himself before swallowing down the innuendo.

“Just testing you, Silver,” Gildarts said instead, pushing the man away as he sat up. “It won’t happen again.”

Quickly, they reset themselves, falling back into the same poses if just a couple more feet apart than before. Silver bit his teeth into his bottom lip as he waited, drawing Gildarts’ attention back down. It was nothing more than a brief flicker, but he took advantage of it all the same, moving forward with the same speed as before.

Stepping back quickly, Gildarts pulled himself to the side, snapping his own hand forward to wrap around Silver’s wrist as it went past and using that force of his moving body against him as he wrenched his arm behind his back. Using that leverage, Gildarts spun them as he kicked at Silver’s ankle and knocked his knee into the back of the other man’s.

“Oh, c’mon dad!” He barely heard Gray cry from the sidelines as he pushed them both down onto the mat, his chest falling flush with Silver’s back. Each breath the other man took pushed up against him, and suddenly, Gildarts was all too aware of the way he was straddling one of Silver’s legs.

“One for me, Silver,” he mimicked, leaning down close to his ear in a show of feigned dominance as if his heart wasn’t beating triple time in his chest. The upper hand was his for just a moment before he felt Silver move beneath him, his hips rolling upward into his groin and pulling a startled sound trapped between a gasp and a moan from his behind his teeth. His hold automatically slackened as he pulled back enough to see the grin that upturned Silver’s lips as he looked over his shoulder at him.

“You sure about that?” He asked before pushing up and back. Gildarts barely moved quick enough to get out of his way before his old friend was climbing back up to his feet and offering him a hand.

“That’s one-to-one,” Silver said, more for their audience than for him as he pulled Gildarts up. If he noticed the electric zing that shot through their palms on contact, he made no show of it as he fell back into his readied stance.

Gildarts had felt it though. It was a sharp shock that ran up his arm, through his nerves and right to his heart where the beating muscle stalled just long enough for him to question if it would ever start back up again. That burning edge of almost desire exploded into fully actualized want as he dragged his stare up Silver’s body.

“You’re gonna win, dad!” Cana screamed, pulling him back down to Earth long enough for him to catch the other man push forward once more. Only this time, he went low, his eyes on Gildarts’ midsection as he went for a tackle. Arms wrapping around his waist, Gildarts allowed himself to be pushed back and threw his own momentum behind it to throw Silver off balance just enough that he could push him over the top of his head as he landed on his back.

It wasn’t a clean move by any means, but it was enough to get the other man off him. Scrambling back up to his feet, he noted that it took just a moment longer for Silver to follow suit, a mix of awe and dazed confusion twisting his mouth.

“Nice moves,” he growled as he reset, licking a line across his bottom lip.

“Yours aren’t so bad either,” Gildarts huffed, this time making the first move. Punching a fist forward, he expected Silver to evade to the side so that he could move himself behind the man and wrap his arm around his throat. It would be quick, clean and efficient.

Only, he didn’t do that. Instead, Silver moved into the punch, his fingers brushing down his arm as he brought them chest-to-chest. He had seconds to calculate the move as fingers closed around his wrist and shoved it upward, turning around him as he pulled it down behind Gildarts’ head.

Shoulder protesting the sudden change in position, he tried to follow the motion and unwind his arm only to find himself pushed to the side as Silver stepped away.

“You’re looking good, Gildarts,” he said through his breaths as he fell back into his stance, watching carefully as the brunette sat back into his. A single crack of lightning split across his chest as he bit back a small sound of amusement. He was a grown ass man, he refused to believe he’d preen over a small compliment.

“Flattery won’t make me go easy on you,” he replied, taking to quick steps forward but making no actual move to swipe at him.

“Didn’t want you to.” The words were accompanied by a shrug before Silver made his move, closing the distance between them and fisting his hands within the fabric of his shirt once more. Time stood still as heat came crashing down on his head, his vision filling with nothing else but the onyx of Silver’s eyes.

Then, Gildarts was pitching forward as Silver fall back, pulling him along with him until they landed on the mat in a pile of limbs.

“Yeah, dad!” Cana cried as he tried to push himself off Silver, only to find himself trapped against his chest by the hold on his shirt. Her voice faded as she continued to speak as he stared down at the man beneath him. This close, he could see the light speckling of freckles dusting his nose.

“What—” he started, not entirely sure what he was going to say. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening at all.

Electricity popped beneath his skin as Silver moved up quickly, brushing his lips across Gildarts’ before dropping his head back down onto the mat.

“Looks like you got me,” he said, weighing the words with double meaning as he stared up through his lashes. Against his chest, Gildarts could feel the steady beat of Silver’s heart.

Or maybe, that was just the echo of his own.

Frantically pulling air into his lungs, he tried to steady himself as Silver waited, watching him carefully as he waited for some kind of response. Searching for something acceptable, Gildarts could only hear what sounded like the faint hum of his own mind shattering beneath the weight of what happened.

“Dad!” Gray’s loud whine cut through the din of his thoughts, dropping him back into his current situation and location, which was still stretched over the top of Silver.

“Sorry, bud,” Silver called off to the side, his gaze never leaving Gildarts’ as he spoke. “Looks like Mr. Clive bested me.”

Each of his words dripped with something else, the truth of it lost to their children, but all too apparent in the space between them.

It may have looked like Gildarts had the upper hand, but the real winner here was the one on his back.

Turning his attentions back to him, Silver flashed a quick smile as he tilted his chin upwards.

“Can I call you, sometime?” His eyes sparkled in a way that stalled Gildarts’ breath in his lungs. “So we can catch up?”

The answer, was yes. He could call him sometime. He could call him anytime. Hell, if he wanted to he could walk out of the gym and call him now. Gildarts couldn’t say as much though. So instead, he settled for a slow nod.

“Yeah,” he said lowly, the corners of his mouth twitching upward of their own accord.

“Good,” Silver said, relief flooding his voice as he loosened his grip on Gildarts’ shirt. Pulling away finally, he rolled off him, ignoring the way his legs were shaking as he stood. Offering a hand down to Silver, he pulled the other man to his feet. And if he let his hand linger in Silver’s, well, no one really needed to know that.

The pop of electricity snapped in the space between them as they held each others gazes, both waiting for the other to say something first. It wasn’t until Gray made his way over that Silver finally broke the contact.

“Let’s go dad, I’m hungry,” he said loudly, his small hands holding onto their stuff as he looked down at the mat. The poor kid looked more defeated than his father as he kicked at nothing in particular.

“Alright buddy, we’ll get going,” he said happily, ruffling the dark hair atop his head until it stuck up every which way. Looking up from his son, he gave Gildarts a quick nod.

“I’ll talk to you later, then.”

And then he was heading towards the door, leading his son away.

Doubling over, Gildarts let go of a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. Breathing in for four and out, he tried to fill his burning lungs.

“See dad,” Cana said as she skipped over to where Gildarts stood with his hands on his knees and his eyes on Silver’s back. “I told you you’d win!”

In that moment, Silver cut his glance back over his shoulder, a sharp smirk working itself into the corner of his mouth before he dropped a deathly wink. His heart gave an obscene flip as it pushed itself up onto his tongue at the gesture. It continued its erratic beat as Silver turned his attention back to the door as he dropped his hand onto his son’s shoulder before they disappeared through the sliding glass.

“Dad?” Cana said, gripping his arm and giving him a quick shake.

“Yeah,” he breathed, unable to tear his look away from the gleam of the doors. “Yeah, sweetheart. I sure did.”

If only she knew just how much he’d won.

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#sildarts #silver fullbuster #gildarts clive #fairy tail #im not gonna lie here yall #idk what i even did #i wrote this in a fever dream #one minute i was minding my own business #and the next this was happening lol #cana and gray also make appearances #at least kid them lol #fun fact: there are 9 sildarts fics on ao3 i feel like i just made some kinda history by being in the first 9 lol

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mistye-dawne · 7 years

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LaxLu 15... last one... Thank you for doing these asks/prompts!!!

“I know you told me to stop thinking about you, but I can’t get you out of my mind.” for LaxLu

Midnight Walk

Lucy sighed as the last customer finally packed up his things and left the coffeehouse she worked at. The place she worked at closed at midnight but the owner and dad of her closest friend, allowed her to start cleanup a quarter till. Not that it helped her get out any earlier, if anything it gave her more time to be through in her cleanup of the place. At 12:30, she walked out of the back door, then hastily down the alley to the street. She felt safe enough on campus but the dark still freaked her out a little.

When she turned the corner, in front of the coffeehouse, leaning against his cruiser, was a young police officer waiting for her. Laxus, as she recalled his name, was a regular customer and had taken a liking to her. He was a few years older than her at most and he was indeed handsome, but she had declined his invitation to dinner one night simply because she didn’t have the time. She was taking eighteen credit hours this semester and closed the cafe six nights out of the week. Lucy didn’t even have time for herself.

“Laxus, what’re you doing?” she called as she approached his cruiser.

The blonde stood up and waved at her which made her smile. “I’m on patrol tonight and was passing through. Thought I’d offer to walk you home,” he answered.

Though she had rejected him, he didn’t hold it against her. He was still a regular and she liked talking with him when he had time to kill. All she had asked of him was to not think about her in any romantic fashion because she just couldn’t reciprocate those feelings. It had been a lie of course but she felt embarrassed to tell him that she simply didn’t have time to date. He wasn’t a creep that waited for every night, but this wasn’t the first time that he’d offered to walk her home.

“I’d like the company, if you’ve got the time for it.”

“Let’s get you home then, blonde.” He smirked when she rolled her eyes at him.

They walked in comfortable silence, taking note of how quiet it was on campus during the fall when it wasn’t windy outside. He wanted to say that his reason for walking her home was to just look out for a friend but he couldn’t lie to himself. He was already lying to her about not thinking about her because he thought about her all the damn time. Laxus knew that it probably be easier to stop if he stopped getting coffee from the place she worked at, but he liked the brew and Silver was a cool guy.

Besides, why should he have to change his routine because of some girl? Well, he he did intend for this to be the last time he walked her home but he didn’t know if he should tell her or just stop showing up when she got off. And that was the thing about Lucy. He just didn’t know when it came to her. Yeah, she’d declined his but she made it obvious that she liked him to some degree because they always talked for a bit whenever he came in.

He didn’t want to stop seeing her around but all he’d been getting from the girl was a slew of mixed signals and he was lost. When they’d walked the three blocks to her apartment building, she thanked him for walking with her and bid him goodnight. He called after her before she managed to get completely inside.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. She knew there had been something weighing on his mind as he’d been quiet for most of the walk.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Dammit,” he muttered.

“Laxus you can talk to me.” She stepped toward him and reached out to take his hand.

“I know you told me to stop thinking about you, but I can’t get you out of my mind,” he admitted. He gently squeezed her hand then felt it slip from his.

Lucy just stood there for a second. She knew she’d been fooling herself and had hoped that he’d be able to move on from her so she’d be forced to face reality but that just wasn’t the case. She had more she wanted to say, like how she was sorry but he was still on the clock and had wasted enough time with her for one evening.

“You should go, Laxus.”

That’s not what he’d been hoping to hear. His shoulders slumped and he turned away. “I’m sorry, Lucy.”

“You can make it up to me by taking me out tomorrow,” she suggested. He stopped and turned back wide-eyed to see he smiling at him. “My schedule is pretty packed but I imagine yours normally is too. Still, I want to give us a try.”

“Really?”

“Yep! Now seriously, you should get going.” She waved him off, but he stepped back to her and kissed her cheek, then hurried back to where his car was sitting.

This short is a part of the same universe as the Sildarts request I just completed which you can find here. Thank you for the request dearie! I hope you like it!

#tiernanka #ficsforvera #ftfanfics #laxlu #fairy tail fanfiction #Laxus Dreyar #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail #mistye-writes #ft drabbles

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miss-zei · 7 years

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Lool this is a day late but I just want to make a post made up of some of my favorite FF writers who I think all deserve a follow! (I honestly have not been SUPER big on reading fanfics lately, and I’m sorry for that guys)

@sanguine-fairy - An incredibly amazing person and I love her. But on top of A GOLDEN PERSONALITY, is great writing skills! She can write for any pair and keep them in character! Honestly, her ability to write for all kinds of characters is amazing. I absolutely love her headcanons.

@gsut - This girl is so GOOD. Like, seriously. I don’t get any judgmental vibes from her and that is AMAZING. She is a lot of fun to talk to as well~ Ellery comes out with some pretty incredible Mineel and Sildarts pieces! I really enjoy her style of writing.

@shell-senji - Okay, like, I love this person so much. She is BRILLIANT, and has such a great sense of humor! She is a great person to talk to and right now is working on an amazing cross-over fic featuring Inuyasha and Nurarihyon no mago called Embracing Fear. It’s Kagome x Rikuo and just-- so WELL WRITTEN. I honestly haven’t even seen Nurarihyon no mago and I still am able to read the story <3 That should say something about the descriptiveness of the writing!!

@impracticaldemon - THIS CUTIE RIGHT HERE. Seriously, she spreads happiness wherever she goes. I love her T o T She writes Hakuouki and Fairy Tail~ she is ALSO really big on descriptiveness! I admire that so much.

@smartcookie727 - This girlie gives such great advice and is honestly just a joy to talk to in general! Seriously, I love talking to this human. She also writes a TON of Gajevy (I truly am sorry that I don’t like this ship girlie T_T) and also very nice SMUTTT. Seriously, like. If you wanna read smut, go check out her stuff!

@thefairywrites - One of the first people I really got around to talking to here on tumblr! She is the SWEETEST OMMGGG. She is such a joy <3 And her writing is also great! She is currently working on an original story and I’ve had the priviledge of getting a sneek peek <3 It’s REALLY good guys.

@summylise - Another super amazing human (I swear every single person on this list is just an incredible human being and I’m so lucky to know them) She writes a lot of Nalu! So if you dig Nalu, go check her out <3 You wont regret it!

@raijindork - I found this amazing person very recently! So much BIXLUUUUU, I seriously really like this pair and I need to get around to reading more of it when I have the time to actually do more reading. But seriously, yess. But not only bixlu, ALSO LIKES GRAYLU? AND COLU? like... yes, hello there ;D Such an interesting writing style! I love it tbh.

@mistye-dawne - Very recently discovered this person as well. Like. I loveee the writing, they have written so much GRAYLU AS WELL. Like, Really nicely done as well? I love it so much, and I love you. And Thank you. THANK YOU.

@xambedo - This writing is so high level I don’t even-- like, seriously. I loveeeeee her writing. I need to read more of it when I get the chance x_x It was a beautifully written Kacchako piece that drew me in <3 now I’m here for the long haul!

I appreciate all of the content you guys put out, thanks for being awesome!

#allie chat #fwad

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gaymirajane · 7 years

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1 or 7 for sildarts please moz

“Are you drunk?”

Silver yawned, stretching himself out as he padded into the dark kitchen. Gray and Cana had just fallen asleep, an impressive action for two six-year-olds who were having their first sleep over, and Silver was proud that he had survived the evening; he would never take having only one child for granted again.

It was already past ten at night, and he was exhausted. After a week at work and two small children, he was prepared for a tea, a comedy, and his bed. No more complications and dramas, just the simple, domestic life that he had been forced into since the death of his wife.

As the kettle boiled, Silver scrolled aimlessly through his phone, loading apps just to close them again, thumb hovering over his three unread emails before deciding finally that they could wait until until the morning. Just as he was about to lock his phone again, it vibrated far too loudly in his now blissfully quiet kitchen. It was Gildarts, which was to be expected; he no doubt wanted to check once more that Cana was okay before he settled down himself. He was not a complication in Silver’s pre-planned, simple evening. He was safe.

Cradling the phone between his shoulder and his ear so he could pour water into his mug, Silver answered.

“Hello?”

“If you were here right now, I would so be trying to have sex with you.”

Silver jerks so fast boiling water splashes back onto his wrist, and he yelps, knocking over the cup and wincing as it clatters against the counter. He waits with still breath for the sound of feet across the landing, but he hears none.

“Gildarts, what the fuck?” He hisses down the phone.

“You’re just… so pretty. And the last time was really fucking good and-”

“The only time.” Silver snaps, before he fully registers that, although this is definitely Gildarts on the line, his tone is wavering, his words blurring on occasion. Silver sighs, feeling the remnants of an earlier headache pulsate against his skull.

“Gildarts… are you drunk?”

“Of course not, but I have had one or two.” Gildarts giggles, as though he isn’t a thirty-something-year-old grown man offering sex to the parent of his daughter’s best friend. This was an entire concept hat Silver didn’t feel ready to consider. Not tonight, anyway, with his mind deprived of sleep and his body ready for tea and his bed.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” Silver offers flatly, and it is as much a demand as it is a question. Still, he hears the breathy whine that Gildarts responds with and a new wave of exhaustion hits him. This is not fucking happening tonight!

“But I want you no-oo-ow!” The final syllables are dragged out in that obnoxious way that only drunk people can achieve, and Silver briefly debates the pros and cons of simply putting the phone down.

Instead, he grits his teeth and clutches the phone tightly, willing the last shards of his self-control to present themselves. Never have they been more needed; somehow dealing with Gildarts was always more tiring than Gray and Cana combined, and it seemed to be doubly so when the man was under the influence of alcohol.”

“Look, Gildarts. We’re not having this conversation when both of our children are three doors away. Sober up, and text me in the morning. If you still feel the same way in the morning, we’ll discuss this properly, as adults should.”

“Silverrr! You take the fun out of everything!” Never has hearing his name being rolled over a tongue vexed Silver as much as in that moment.

“Goodnight, Gildarts.” He grinds out and presses his thumb forcefully on the ‘end call’ option.

His phone hadn’t even reached his back pocket before it buzzed again, only once, signifying a text message. With a guttural groan of annoyance, Silver read the notification on the screen:

‘Goodnight!!

“Fuck!” Silver threw his phone on the counter and grabbed some kitchen towel to mop up the now lukewarm water, scrubbing the surface so aggressively he almost forgot about the mortifying conversation he would have to have tomorrow.

File this under ‘shit mollie shouldnt have written whilst under the influence of alcohol at 2:30 in the morning. Idk if this is anything you wanted to read maya but it kinda wrote itself so idk… i intend to fill in the other prompt as well, but its gonna be a lot longer so i need more time to work on it and im so tried rn it just isnt worth it. I hope you like this one though!

#sildarts #silver x gildarts #otps: actual dads #My writing #my fanfiction

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17. Is that a threat? for Sildarts if ya like!

Prompt: “Is that a threat?” for SilDarts

Confrontation

Gildarts strode across the street, barely looking both ways before he did, to his favorite coffee shop. Greyhouse Coffee. The tenured physics professor normally stopped in every morning and evening, but this afternoon he was supposed to be meeting his daughter, Cana.

He and the twenty year old had only met two years prior, him having been estranged from her mother before she’d been born. As a result, when Cana’s mother passed she was raised in foster care. After years of research, having nothing but a letter left to her by her mother, Cana decided to attend Magnolia University and meet this father of hers.

Needless to say, he was surprised and ashamed. He had loved Cana’s mother dearly at one point but he followed his dreams and had left her behind. If she had told him that they had a child, he would have dropped everything to be there for their daughter. That was all in the past now and for the last two years, he’d been trying his best to do right by the girl.

The man sighed as walked inside, his cheeks stinging from the sudden contrast of warmth in the cafe. He nodded to the shop owner, Silver, who pointed to the far corner where Cana was sitting. He walked over and took a seat beside her at the bar that faced the outside. She had earbuds in and didn’t hear him until he pulled one out.

“You’re late,” she grumbled without looking at him. She had half a mind to yell at him and then walk out, but remained seated for the time being because this was her favorite place to study at and she really didn’t want to be barred from returning for causing a scene.

“I’m sorry, Cana,” he apologized. “Class ran over a little and it’s on the opposite side of campus.”

“Then don’t agree to meet at a time you can’t make!” she barked. She glared at him for only a moment before realizing that everyone had just heard her, then turned back to her computer.

Gildarts knew that she didn’t actually enjoy these meetings of theirs, but he was clueless on what she expected from him. After they’d sat down for the first time and talked, she told him that she didn’t expect him to suddenly be a father to her. She had just wanted to know him and for him to know her. He wasn’t okay with that though and asked for her to let him try. Much to his relief, she had agreed though her expectations weren’t high.

“I’m really that bad at this aren’t I?”

“Yeah you are,” she scoffed.

No matter what she thought about him, he really was trying. She normally toned her attitude down out of respect, but today she let it run wild and it hurt him, even though he probably deserved every bit of it..

“Cana, can you cut the attitude and talk to me?” he pleaded.

“No! You don’t get to ask me that!”

Silver had been watching the two and let her first outburst slide, trusting her father to keep her quiet. After the second one though, he’d had enough and walked over to the two.

“Excuse me,” he started and both turned back to look at him. “One more outburst like that and I will escort you out.”

Cana, beyond pissed at this point, turned her anger at the owner. “Is that a threat?” she growled at him, inching closer.

Without thinking, Gildarts grabbed her stuff and then her arm and dragged her out of the coffeehouse. She struggled to get out of his grasp but he held her tightly, squeezing her arm to emphasize that he wasn’t letting go. They walked around the corner to the alley where he shoved her away from him and dropped her things onto the ground.

“If you want to hate me, fine. I probably deserve it, but that gives you zero right to get in someone else’s face, you hear me?” he shouted. Cana stood frozen, having heard him raise his voice at her for the first time. “I don’t know where you get off thinking that shit like that is okay, young lady.”

Gildarts was on the verge of tears. He’d always been a level headed guy who rarely got worked up over things, but seeing his daughter shout in Silver’s face had been his breaking point. Never before had he witnessed anything so disrespectful firsthand and was ashamed. He’d have to go back and apologize to the man after this.

He looked at Cana, whose face had become sullen as she shrugged on her jacket and then picked up her things from the concrete, one of which had been her laptop. Shit. “Listen, if the laptop is damaged, I’ll pay for it.”

She studied him for a moment then walked past him, putting as much distance between them as possible. “Thanks for the offer, but you don’t have to do that.”

“Cana-”

“It’s fine,” she asserted. “I’ll give you a call sometime. See ya,” she said meekly.

She walked away and he was left standing alone in the alley behind the coffeehouse. He looked up and closed his eye, enjoying the chilly air against his exposes cheeks. What was he supposed to do know? He didn’t get much time to think as he heard a service door open behind him.

Sliver walked up and stood beside the man, intertwining their fingers. He felt for the man which was why he stepped in and threatened kick her out. He knew that Gildarts was trying but he also thought that he needed to accept that he was never going to be close with Cana. Silver hated that he was trying so hard and stressing over the girl who couldn’t give two shits about him.

“Where am I going wrong, Sil?” Gildarts asked with a trembling voice. Silver just squeezed his hand unable to answer him. “I’m sorry she got in your face,” apologized.

“It wasn’t your fault, Gil.” Silver tugged him along. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Gildarts planted his feet and Silver looked back at him. “Let’s take the long way home. The chill feels nice.” Silver could only smile as he was lead farther into the alley as they took the roundabout way home.

This was not how I imagined this turning out but I enjoyed writing it so much. Thank you for requesting these two knowing that I’d never written them before because I don’t think I would have seen how much dynamic there is between these two character. I really hope you liked this dearie!!

#smartcookie727 #ficsforvera #ftfanfics #sildarts #fairy tail fanfiction #gildarts clive #silver fullbuster #fairy tail #mistye-writes #omfg these two are so much fun to write #I must do more #ft drabbles

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