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Bsd Beast except Oda and Dazai switch roles.
Oda was the youngest executive in the Port Mafia. His eyes were empty and cold like ice shards.
He was dangerous, always steps ahead of his enemy even without his ability. Everyone knew better than to cross him.
Oda did his job robotically, never changing his expression because he didn't care. The only intresting part of Oda's day was seeing how he would die.
And how he'd evade deaths grasp once again.
That changed when Dazai came into his life. The older man had one point been a famous child assassin. But that life was long behind him.
Dazai was wicked smart. He never lost his talents that made him so feared. And yet to Oda he was the kindest man he'd ever met.
Dazai would happily regail him with stories of his jobs. Which were rather odd and mundane for the Port Mafia.
And yet Oda loved hearing about them. He'd find himself smiling, even laughing when Dazai complained about the small gaggle of orphans he'd adopted.
Somehow Dazai always knew what to say, always knew how to make Oda feel human. Oda asked him once about what made him change?
Dazai had chuckled saying it sounded ridiculous. But told him about a book he read, about a man who had approached him and told him the next installment sucked.
And to give it a try himself.
"I didn't enjoy anything but the kill. But if I wanted to write, to capture the world and all the little things people enjoy, I would need to give it up. I'd never find enjoyment in life if all I craved was death."
Oda didn't understand what he meant until he died. Ango was revealed as a spy, Dazai had been given an order to face off against a member of Mimic.
It could've been Oda, should've been Oda because his ability was the same as Andre Guilde's. They would've cancelled each other.... But the Boss had selected Dazai.
He said it was because nullifucation would be more useful but Oda knew the true reason. And he knew Dazai knew it too, and still walked to his death.
Oda remembered holding his dying friend.
How he told Oda that he would find no enjoyment in this world if all he craved was death. That if him if he saw no difference in light or dark, than join the side that saves lives.
"Save some orphans, find a hobby... Live Odasaku... If not for yourself, than maybe for me."
Oda left the Port Mafia that night. Dissappearing underground and gaining a new position.
"And what time do you call this?!" Yelled Kunikida as his partner walked in late again. "You've thrown my schedule completly off balance! We're late for a meeting with the President!"
Oda hummed "sorry" they all knew he was not sorry in the slightest. "I was helping an old woman cross the road."
"For 45 minutes?!"
"It was a big road"
Oda was as deadpan and serious as always, it really made hard to tell when he was joking or not. But knowing Oda, he probably did do that.
Kunikida wasn't sure if it was good or bad, he sighed. "Come on!" The rest of the Agency watched their antics, amused.
"Are they always like this?" Asks Akutugawa, the only one not used to their antics. "Since day one" said Yosano with a snort. "Let's go before Kunikida realises we're not in the meeting either."
Akutagawa nodded, following her. He couldn't help but think about the man who had saved his life.
Oda Sakunosuke.
Just who are you?
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lostonehero · 2 months
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Lonelyeyes maybe
Probably yes, but adopted Martin
Can you tell I like the concept of Martin being adopted
Maybe slight time travel for fear patrons only
I cross post on my Ao3
Same username
Peter turned 20 and hasn't changed in his apperence since his patron doesn't care that humans have limited life and will keep Peter in his twenties as long as possible
Jonah has little to no control or options when he body swaps the Beholder picks it and they have claimed Jonah is assigned twink at swap and yes Jonah has been Trans before hence the legal marriage with Peter
It was two days into the year-long journey on the Tundra. The old ship was quiet and even more so there was a fear in the air that was off more so than normal. Nobody knows where this child came from but they would quickly find out how he ended up here, but again there was a child maybe 4 or 5 he looked too small and his hair was overgrown on his hair and matted it was a nice red on the parts that weren't matted and disgusting. His face was splattered with freckles, and he had two crystal blue eyes you could get lost in, filled with worry and fear. Someone that age should never have. He barely had anything more on then a t-shirt and short not meant for the freezing temperatures of the ship. Tadeas grabbed the boy before he made two steps on the deck.
Tadeas was a hulking man who never seemed to smile, and his eyes were dark. He looked at the boy with his hard glare, and the boy just tilted his head and didn't say a word. He retraced the boys' steps to a cargo box that was haphazardly tossed in. It didn't have food or water, but it had rope and used tape and dark stains, and a horrid smell. They threw the box overboard.
Tadeas returned to the deck holding the boy in soiled clothes, who still hadn't said a word and went to the captains quarters. Everyone on the ship held their breath when Tadeas left empty-handed and barks orders to get back to work.
Nobody made a single comment when the captain came out with the boy following behind him in clothes not made for someone that small.
.......
Six months on the Tundra, six months since that child was found. Six months and Peter has not heard the boy speak a single word. He felt the Lonely call to him to reach out to the child and help guild him for something he didn't know. His voice was cheery and soft for someone of his statue and build. "What's your name?"
The boy blinks and stares at the man. The boy shifts, and there's that fear again, but the silence is broken. "Mum says to be a good boy. I shouldn't talk."
Peter takes a breath and rubs his face. "You're allowed to talk."
The boy looked down. "Mum isn't coming back, is she?"
Peter grabbed the boy and placed him in his lap. "I suppose not."
"..... Martin...." The boy was quiet and shaking as he clung to the much larger man.
"Peter." Peter gives the boy a hug as he looks over inventory and he just left one of his unruly sailors to the Lonely so his patron was happy, but for some reason he felt praise for holding the child. Something was different. Something changed, and he knew he had another six months before he could ask someone who had any idea. Maybe he could think of something to convince them to keep the child.
.......
Peter docks the boat and makes his way on land. He hasn't put Martin down once since they docked, and to be fair, the boy has fallen asleep in his coat. Even in the Lonely, the boy doesn't even lose a spark of color. It confuses him, but he can feel his patron ooze support against him and the boy, and he doesn't know why. He held a letter from Jonah in his free hand, a warning he has a new body and is still breaking it in. He didn't exactly mind it it's going to be the third body his partner has had since they've known each other.
Peter always expected to die from old age by now, but it seems his patron has different plans for him. Granted, he has looked the same ever since he was in his 20s. However, long ago, that was. What was Jonah's new name? He was annoyed he had to recall a new name for the man, but again, maybe that was payback for the sleeping child in his arms.
A young woman sat at the front desk, who shivered from a sudden cold. She swallows and stares up at the sea captian. She shrinks under his gaze. "Mr. Bouchard isn't expected to see anyone outside of his meetings today." Her voice quivers from intimidation.
Peter hums the fear was nice. "I'm here as a friendly visit." He knew the woman looked at him with shock his voice never seemed to match his outward appearance. Jonah always had something to say about that.
"Well, uh.... sir i..." The woman stops as a man steps behind her just coming out of his office.
"Thank you, Rosie, but Mr. Lukas is always welcome in my office. His family is quite a big donor to the institute. Come along inside." He was thin and shorter than his previous body Peter notes. His skin was lighter, which probably annoyed Jonah, but he managed to keep that obnoxious smirk.
Peter walked past her, and the door shut behind them.
"Now don't scare my assistant she's new." The man walks around his desk sitting in his chair. His eyes always remain the same. "Now you came back early. I thought this was a longer than year trip. I haven't had the chance to explore this body properly yet." He pauses for a moment. "Elias."
"Elias." Peter repeats sitting down in front of the desk
Something in Peter's coat seems to move, and then a tiny boy with red hair and piercing blue eyes blink awake and look around. He stares at Elias and then looks back at Peter.
Peter returns his arm to his sleeve and pats his head. "Someone tried to get rid of the child on my boat."
Elias blinks a look of shock on his features, making Peter smile. "Why?"
Peter shrugs, pulling the boy from his coat and sitting him on his lap he's still in haistly put together adult clothing to fit a child. "His name is Martin."
Elias raised his brow. "That doesn't answer anything, Peter."
Peter sighs he really didn't want jo-Elias to compel him. "I believe his mother locked him in a crate and put him with my cargo. He's been my ward for a year."
"You kept a child on your boat?" Elias pinches his brow. Then, he shudders as his eyes glow green he then rubs his temples. "Ok ok ok." He brushed his hair back. "Bring him to my, our home."
"The Forsaken already wants me to take care of him." Peter shrunk back as Elias slammed his hands against his desk.
"What!" Elias was wide-eyed in shock. "Ok ok ok everything is fine." He sighs as Peter gives him a look to explain. "The Beholder wishes for his care as well.... they also add that he will be an avatar of his own choosing. First, I didn't know the Eye could directly communicate anything with me, and two, it's quite insistent that the child already bonded to you."
Peter nods. "Will you marry me?"
"I suppose I do have to file new paperwork for this new body." Elias nods. "I'll have the papers written up, and nothing legal at the moment. I don't have that added bonus of a female body this time."
Peter hums in agreement. "Martin, say hello to Elias."
Martin clings to Peter.
"He will not send you back to your mother for talking." Peter sighs.
A quiet voice and a soft, scared gaze focuses on Elias. ".....hi"
Elias covers his mouth. "Oh, ceaseless watcher, guide me."
Peter cracks a smile and gets up in fog. "Come on time to go home." Martin holds on tight to Peter as they leave.
Elias presses a button on his phone. "Rosie, cancel my meetings for today it seems something has come up."
.....
Peter placed the small child on a bed and stepped away, which didn't do much because the child pushed himself off the bed and followed him. "Martin, that's your room."
Martin paused before grabbing Peter's coat in his small hands. ".....too big.... i... don't.... i"
Peter picks him up and puts him back on the bed, and sits down next to him. "It's yours, and you'll grow into it."
Martin clings to the man. "Boat?"
Peter smiles. "When you're older."
"....ok" Martin leans on him.
Peter gets up again, letting Martin fall over, but he doesn't make a sound. "Stay.... uh, please."
Martin blinks staring up at him.
Peter can feel his resolve crumble as he swore he heard a voice that shouldn't exist whisper.
(Care for the boy)
Peter holds his hand out. "I'll show you around, but then you have to stay and take a nap in your room."
Martin jumps down and nods, grabbing Peter's hand.
(Good.)
Peter shudders, feeling his patron do something, but he can't figure out what. Is this what Jonah was talking about? His own patron was telling him things, and so was his did all of the fears change? He made his way through the large house, explaining what every door was to what room.
......
Peter was giving Martin a bath, and the boy just seemed confused for the most part, like he wasn't used to being cared for. He knew showers were a luxury on the Tundra, but he did his best to keep the child clean, so a warm bath is an extreme difference. He was too small and too skinny. He did his best to keep the kid fed and safe on his ship, but it didn't help that the kid could barely keep anything down in the beginning, and he quickly realized that the boy was probably starved. He's been better about food, but it's still difficult to gauge the child he still flinched when someone raised their voice or hand.
Martin blinks and looks up at Peter. "....out please..."
Peter stares down at the boy and then lifts him out of the bath he is just about done. He thought the boy could enjoy the warm water. He grabs one of Elias's fluffy towels and dries the child off. He bundles the boy up and carries him out to his room. "You need clothes."
Martin didn't respond his eyes drooped, and he let out a tiny yawn.
"I suppose we can worry about that tomorrow." Peter hums. "I'll get you an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers with some pins."
Martin nods, leaning into the man.
.....
(Spider plush)
Elias sighs, picking up the crochet spider. He knew better than to argue with his patron no matter how much he despises the Web.
(Martin likes spiders)
He held up his bag with a few science books of spiders and some clothing for the boy. He purchased the toy and headed back out.
(Ask)
Elias stopped right before he got to his car. Ask what? Was the Beholder telling him to ask them something. He shut his eyes and settled on one question. "What happened?"
(The future is in the past. We are different. We won't let you go. You are my eye to the world.)
He put the bag neatly in the backseat and shut the door, and raised his brow. The future in the past? Well, he wasn't exactly sure what that meant they couldn't possibly be talking about time travel. However, he is pleased to know his patron won't ever let him go. Should he press his luck?
Elias nearly slammed on the brakes as his eyes flashed green. The Beholder showed him something... too much....too fast. His heart hammered in his chest. He barely kept his composure as he drove home. He didn't quite piece together what he was shown, but he knows he has to shelf that wager permanently. His hand was shaking as he unlocked the front door, trying to ignore the image of his death. The watchers crown it happened, and his patron never wanted that to happen ever again. They made that crystal clear.
"Jo- Elias." Peter's voice was a welcome distraction.
"Peter, where's the boy?" Elias takes a breath and puts on a perfect smile.
Peter puts down his book and motions to the clock on the wall.
"I know it's late, but how should I know you have him on your ship for a year. My patron won't show me them while they are in their room." It wasn't a lie, but Elias wasn't told that but was shown various things, and he made the connection. He wasn't fond of blindspots but would accept the limits.
Peter grunts in response. "Asleep."
"Very well I shall leave these in his room." Elias begins to move forward and then stops. "Does the boy need help changing if I have proper clothes for him?"
Peter stares at Elias. "You have no experience with children, do you?"
"I have no need for that." Elias huffs. "However, it was merely a question." He continues up the stairs. "Join me in bed if you like."
Peter hums and returns to his book.
......
Martin woke up with the sun leering through his curtains. He blinked, staring at the large spider in front of him. They were soft and cute. He saw another bag on his large bed and pulled out clothes and a few books. He didn't know how to read but the pictures were cool he loved spiders they were his friends. He did know how to put clothes on.
He walked out of his room quietly, fully dressed and his plush spider in his arms as he slowly made his way down the stairs. He was silent as he made his way into the kitchen and then jumped back and ran away when someone shouted.
"God heavens! Jonah, a child? What are you planning on doing with that." A elderly man slams his cane down.
"Simon, I didn't take him." Elias pinches his brow. "Peter, make sure he doesn't hurt himself, and Jude, keep your gloves on." He sighs. "Peter found him on his ship. Someone left him in cargo to die. Apperently, instead of letting the child go, he kept him on his ship for a year, and now the child is here."
Simon hums and frowns. "Who would do that to such an innocent little thing? Shameful, honestly people these days."
"I could take the tyke off your hands. Make a nice...." Jude flinched. "Right, well, I won't kill him."
Elias raised his brow. So it wasn't just his and Peter's patrons. The others were also protective of the child. How fascinating he could use this to his advantage. "No, he is under mine and Peter's care." He could feel himself preen with the feeling that his patron was happy with that statement alone.
Jude rolls her eyes. "Whatever, I'll be back or whatever for the next fucked meeting." She walls out clearly distracted by something.
Simon hums. "Does the child have a name?"
"Not one I'm giving to you." Elias takes a sip of his coffee.
"Oh spoilsport, I shall find out on my own then. He seems like such a sweetheart." Simon waves and makes his exit through the window.
Peter returns after the two leave holding Martin. "They're gone." He waits for a nod. "Good."
Martin was clinging to his spider staring at Elias.
Elias hums. "Tell me, child, can you read?"
Martin shakes his head.
"Oh, how lovely, well, take those new books, and I'll teach you." Elias smiles, holding his hand out.
Martin had a look of confusion on his face. "Not mad?"
Elias returned his hand to his side. "No, I am not mad." He glanced at Peter, who didn't have an answer for him. "Peter will make you breakfast. I shall help you tame that head of hair of yours."
Martin cautiously got down and slowly made his way next to Elias. He cautiously even slower reaches for the man's hand and nods slowly.
Elias could feel something shift in his very being, and he realized something. If anything were to happen to this child, he would burn the planet to ashes. "We can even start reading learning." He was so fucked.
Martin nods and follows Elias.
......
" spi-der." Martin's voice was quiet, and he had a slight stutter, but he points to the open page with wide eyes.
Elias smiles, he could feel pride swell in his chest. The child was getting the hang of this quicker than he was able to foresee. "That's right soon. You'll be able to read on your own."
Martin pushes the book down, trying to reach for the flash cards.
"Now we can do that later. I have to go to work. You can ask Peter for help if you so like." Elias places Martin next to him and hands him the book. "Now I'll be back later, Peter will keep an eye on you."
Martin holds the book and looks back up at Elias, who has already walked to the door. "Promise?"
Elias pauses. "Promise what?"
"Be back." Martin eyes seemed to water.
"This is my home child, so of course I'll be back." Elias raised his brow.
Martin nods and grabs at the flash cards seemingly sastified.
Elias hums, he needed to discuss this with Peter. He knew abused children tended to end up in the Forsaken, and Peter always had to drag them out. Maybe he knew more about this. He rubbed his temples as flashes of images and conversations filled his mind. How odd he didn't recognize the woman, and the boy was purposely kept from his view, but he could have sworn that was an older version of Martin. The eye could not see the future. Maybe yesterday, the future in the past made more sense than he realized.
......
Martin was an odd child, Peter's been barely back two weeks, and this kid seems to always fond him. He could have sworn the kid was marked by the Eye, but then he would be able to tell. He knew a few things. This kid was obviously neglected before being dropped on his ship, and two, the kid was incredibly smart. He still can't believe Elias hasn't figured out the kid doesn't need help reading anymore.
Peter sighs, staring down at the boy. He was what 6 maybe 7 he really couldn't tell and the boy had no idea when his birthday was. He had a terrible stutter and anxiety that could rival any teenager. Speaking of which, he should ask Elias where the kid came from. He knows Elias mentioned something about the future, and he knows the kid doesn't have an adult mind but maybe impressions of an adult mind. He really wasn't that good at figuring those things out.
Martin blinked and stared up at Peter. "Book?" He held up his spider book that was quickly becoming his favorite.
"Do you... do you want me to read to you?" Peter pauses as Martin shakes his head no.
"N-no. You get a book, too." Martin hugs his book to his chest.
"You want me to read something while you read?" Peter raised his brow as the kid nodded. "Alright, we can do that."
Martin smiles at him. It is cute, and Peter can feel his patron fill him with praise for a simple task. He really needed to figure out what happened to his patron to change them.
Martin interrupted the quiet. "When will Elias b-be back?"
Peter glances up from his novel and then looks to the clock. "In two hours unless he has other work to do."
Martin nods. He seems conflicted he bites his lip and takes a breath. "Are y-you g-going to g-give me a-away?"
Peter can feel dread in his stomach. What would make this boy think that? "I won't let you go." He knew that in his core. Even if he was meant to be lonely, even if he served his patron, he knew that this boy was already his. "If Elias disagrees, then I'll keep you on my ship."
"I like the Tundra." Martin returns to his book seemingly sastifed.
Peter has a frown on his lips. How bad was this child treated? He knows his own family wasn't a pinnacle of good parenting, but they were never physical against any of them, just neglectful. He couldn't even recall verbal abuse, just an empty home. He knew he was going to give Martin better, but he just didn't know how.
....
Elias stared at the small lanky boy who took a seat in front of his desk. He had dark skin and a glare in his eyes, which were unnaturally green.
(Jonathan, the archivist. He perfers to be called Jon. My archive. My child.)
Elias smiles. "So what brings you here today?" Archivist? Did this have to do with the future in the past?
The boy grits his teeth. "Fuck you."
Elias blinks and rubs his temples. "Look, Jonathan, why are you here?"
Jon scowls. "You know why." He huffs.
"Kid, just because we follow the same patron doesn't mean I know who you are." Elias can feel a headache forming behind his eyes.
(No fighting)
Jon bit his lip. "Fine." He sighs. "I didn't expect to wake up over a year ago as a kid, and the apocalypse never happened. I used to or will work for you as an archivist. I merely came here today because I'm looking for my partner who came back with me.... I think he came back with me."
"And what makes you think I know where your partner is, and why would I help you?" Elias leans forward, staring down at the boy.
"For one, I am the Forsaken Watcher's archivist. You're the eye we both know they want us to work together." Jon smirks as Elias scowls. "And another thing, I am only 7, nearly 8. I can't exactly track anyone. Using my powers as well takes too much out of me being this young."
Elias leans back, knowing the boy was right. "Was this partner of yours called Martin? Red head blue eyes has a stutter?" Oh, he liked that look of shock. Growing pains of this body be damned he would gladly be forced into another strange body, then deal with this. "From your gaze, I assumed correctly. He is currently under mine and Peter's care after being stuffed in a cargo box and sent off on the Tundra. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
A flurry of emotions flashed across Jon's face. "Did he come back too?"
"I don't believe so. I've been teaching him how to read, and he seems to be frightened of his own shadow and his mother." Elias hums, studying Jon shift in his seat.
Jon frowns. "Oh... I see." He looks down, seemingly fidgeting with his hands. "I don't know what to do now."
"Go home." Elias sighs.
Jon frowns. "I uh... I...." He rubs his eyes. "Would I be able to visit?"
(Yes)
"Go back home, Jon." Elias sighs. "Return here in the morning and tell your grandmother. I will have Martin here."
Jon nods and jumps off his chair and runs out.
Elias covers his face. He needed a drink and a written explanation.
......
Martin was waiting by the door when Elias opened it. He held up a new book. Peter probably got him since it was about boats. "Reading?"
Elias stares down at Martin. His shoulders sag as the stress of the day was gone. "Yeah, we can read together."
Peter snickers from the hallway.
"Just because Martin likes me better doesn't mean you have to be so bitter." Elias smirks.
Peter steps out of the fog in the hall. "Oh Elias, I think he loves me more."
Martin blinks, looking between them. He had no idea what they were talking about. He puffed out his cheeks.
"How can you fathom that? You kept the boy on your god-awful boat. It's called Stockholm syndrome. Peter, the boy, obviously loves the freedom I give him." Elias waves his hand to dismiss him.
"Freedom? He's using you Elias he knows how to read perfectly. He would much rather spend a quiet evening with me." Peter scoffs. "He even asked to return to my boat with me!" He started to raise his voice.
Elias went louder. "Oh, is that how you want to play it? You can't give him what he needs or wants you're literally built on loneliness and neglect!"
Their shouting fight only got louder. Martin was quiet and dropped his book. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he started to cry.
(ENOUGH)
(STOP!)
Both men grasp their head in pain. The only thing heard is soft crying from Martin curled up on the floor, trying to make himself smaller.
Elias rubbed the blood from his nose and made a face. He then shifted his gaze to the small child. "Hey Martin, it's ok." He moved slowly to the boy, but Peter was quicker.
Peter grabbed the small child and hid him in his jacket. He can feel the small boy shake and whimper. "Elias...."
Elias sighs and rubs his arm. "Look, I know he doesn't understand, and it is impressive that he has already managed to manipulate me. I apologize for my shouting that it was not directed at you, Martin."
Peter takes a breath. "We tend to argue, but it won't ever mean we don't care about you." He knows he wasn't warm it's a side effect of being an avatar, but Martin never seemed to mind.
Elias sighs. "Come on, you'll catch a chill clinging to the sailor." He tries to reach for Martin but stops when the boy reaches out and grabs his hand.
Martin whimpers but is unable to speak. He just clings to both men.
Peter gives a soft smile. "I believe we should relax before dinner."
Elias hums. "I have to agree."
......
Peter was fuming. "Why are you taking Martin to the institute? You call my ship dangerous, and you have that vile woman working for you. I bet she won't hesitate to harm a child with you."
Elisa pulls over a sweater over Martin. "If you're so concerned, you can just come with us."
Peter huffs. "... fine."
Elias whips his head to stare at Peter. "I'm sorry you're willingly heading to my institute because you don't think I'm capable of watching a child in my institute." He picked up Martin with a soft oof. "I'll be driving."
Peter rolls his eyes. "Do you have a car seat?"
"Yes, I have a car seat. What do you think I did when I got him clothes? I swear I know how to prepare for uncertainties." Elias scoffs. "Come along Martin your dad is being overly paranoid." He bites his tongue, realizing what he said.
Peter stares at his partner with wide eyes. "I right well I'll head to the car."
The drive was uneventful, neither man really spoke to each other, and Martin nodded off in his seat. Elias takes Martin out of his seat, barely stirring him awake. "Alright, Martin, you're going to sit in my office today. Peter will guide you if you want to venture into the library."
Peter makes a noise of acknowledgment and follows behind him.
......
"Let them in Rosie." Elias sighs. "Peter, you don't have to hover over me or Martin he's fine."
Martin was in the corner reading a book he took from Peter's pocket, and neither man realized he took it. It was not appropriate for a child, but Martin thought it was safe because there was a ship on the cover.
"You expect me to trust you? Elias, we're in this place, and Martin is a child, might I mind you." Peter stops as the door is opened and a small older dark skinned boy enters.
The boy narrows his gaze. "Elias."
"Jon." Elias smiles. "As I was saying Peter, there is a method for what I do."
Jon rolls his eyes and spots the small boy in the corner. He makes his way over, standing over the boy wringing his hands. "Martin...?"
Martin looked up and tilted his head. He slid himself over for the boy to sit. "Hi...."
Jon sits himself next to the smaller boy. "I'm Jon. Do you remember who I am?"
Martin shrugs. "I dunno, b-but I t-think i-i do." He covers his face with his book seemingly embarrassed by his stuttering.
Jon seemed to have all the stress and worry on his features relax. "What are you reading?"
Martin pulls the book down. He hands it over and watches Jon raise his brow and then shut the book and push it away. "W-why?"
"Romance." Jon makes a face that Martin giggles softly at.
Peter grabs the book and huffs. "We will be talking later." He vanishes in fog that appears out of nowhere.
Elias has a smirk on his lips. "Now boys, what would you like to do now?"
Jon frowned.
Martin looked between them. "Talk? I w-want to talk to Jon."
Jon nodded and smiled. "We can talk."
Martin smiles back.
.....
A soft knock on Elias's door pulled him from his paperwork. He knew who it was. Of course, he glanced to the children who had gone from hushed chatter to a soft nap leaning on each other. He was stitching for a picture of the scene. "Come in, Gertrude." He could see the two kids stir, but he hopes this won't take long enough to wake them.
An older woman steps inside with a young teen behind her. "Elias." He eyes flicker to the corner. "Children? Really in a place like this."
"Oh, Gertrude, who's the kid behind you then?" Elias smiles at her grimace. "The red head Martin is in my partners care, and the other boy Jon is his friend they tired themselves out."
Gertrude raised her brow she didn't know Elias was married. "This is Gerald." She motions for the black hair dyes teen to step next to her. "He's Keays, son. I'll be caring for him. He can also help me in the archives. I'm not getting any..... younger." She paused, watched the dark skin boy wake up, and walk up to Gerald.
The boy blinks, looking up at the boy. "You should see a doctor."
Gerald blinks, staring down at the boy. "Uh, hello to you too."
The boy narrows his gaze, looking back to Elias. "Tell him to go to the doctor."
Elias raised his brow. "Now I am not the child's guardian, Jon. I can't tell him what to do."
Gertrude hums and crosses her arms. "Pray tell why he should go?"
Jon nearly bit his tongue. He knew he wasn't a good liar. Wait, he could.... they would believe him he's a child. "My mom was pale like him, and she didn't come back from the doctor. Grandma said she was sick, but she didn't look sick."
Gertrude's face seemed to soften.
Gerald crouched in front of the boy. "How about I'll get a check-up and let you know? I'll even get some scans."
Jon nodded. "Thank you, mister." He gave the teen a hug.
Gerald chuckles. "Don't call me mister, you'll make me feel old. You can call me Gerry."
"Ok, Gerry." Jon returns to his corner next to the red-headed boy who was awake and watching.
Elias sighs. "Is there anything else I can help with Gertrude?"
Gertrude hums. "I suppose not."
"I'll arrange an appointment for your new ward." Elias smiles as the pair leaves. He looked back to Jon. "What was that about?"
(Cancer)
"He dies of cancer at 19." Jon frowns. "This time, they will catch it early. Hopefully, he will be in remission rather than a grave."
Elias hums. "That is quite a young age to go. Cancer isn't exactly a pleasant way to go either." He clicks his tongue. "Very well, I expect you both to stay away from Gertrude."
"I won't argue on that point." Jon sighs.
"S-she is s-scary." Martin mumbles, grabbing Jon's hand.
"I won't let her hurt you." Jon smiles, and Marti smiles back.
Elias gets up from his desk. "Alright, you two, it's time to find a book to read."
"Spiders?" Martin stares up at him.
"I suppose we can find a book on spiders and some statements for your friend." Elias pinches his brow. "I will never understand why you like those creatures."
Martin puffs out his cheeks. "I like s-spiders."
Jon sighs. "I still like you even so."
......
Martin sat back in his carseat. "C-can i-i see Jon a-again?"
(Yes. The fated pair should not be separated.)
Elias looked back to Martin. His patron seemed more invested in their future than he realized. "Of course you can see your friends again. Jon will be doing a program with me, so he'll be visiting more, and I'll bring you along."
Martin smiled at Elias. "Where's d-dad?"
Elias pursed his lips. He wanted Martin to call him dad. "He's already home."
"Ok." Martin hugs his plush spider.
......
Peter raised his brow as Elias came into their shared room. "Why are you all annoyed? You go what you wanted. Is your new body giving you trouble?"
"My body is fine, Peter." Elias begins to strip. "I've adjusted quite well to this body even finished my wardrobe and got rid of that awful cannibus smell that lingered on this body." He puts his suit neatly away in a dry clean only bag. "I may be right this morning, but after you left, Gertrude visited. Now she didn't have much to say but introduced a teen she became a ward of, Jon seems to be attached to him even told him to see a doctor."
"Elias, none of that is bothering you. If you continue to prattle on about nothing, I'm leaving." Peter rolls his eyes as fog seems to surround him, willing to make good on that threat.
"Don't be dramatic, Peter. I'm getting there." Elias hums putting on silk pajamas. "Martin referred to you as dad."
The fog vanished at those words. Peter stared mouth open and was that hope and a spark of happiness in his eyes. "He did?"
Elias huffs and crawls into bed next to him. "I mean the nerve. I'm supposed to be dad. He referred to me as father like I'm someone he wants to avoid Peter. I've been nothing but kind to him, and I get this? All you did was keep him on your godawful boat. I got him spider themed things and taught him to read. I at least deserve Papa."
Peter chuckles. "Elias, you're upset because Martin called you father?" He starts to laugh.
Elias tries to push Peter out of bed but realizes just how strong Peter is and how frail his new body is. "Just get out, Peter." He gasps when Peter pulls him into a bear hug and kisses his forehead. He has never done that before, and it feels nice.
Peter hums, pulling Elias into his lap. "I think this new body is growing on me. You fit better in my lap now."
Elias can feel a blush creep up on his cheeks. "Peter, what happened to your patron." He can feel his blood go south, and he hasn't tested that out yet in this body.
"They seem pleased with the development." Peter shuts his eyes and leans on Elias's shoulder. "Don't tell me you haven't figured out our patrons are working together? It seems that whatever happened in the future gave them something, and they are testing that something."
Elias shivers at his partner's low body temperature. It was addicting and he can't recall why they got divorced the last time.
(Wager)
(Bet)
Peter hums. "A bet?"
Elias moves his head so they are face to face. "Want to break this body of mine in? I would like a simple wager if I win no trips for a month."
Peter chuckles. "And if I win?"
"We'll do a family outing on your boat." Elias turns back, arching his back with a soft roll of Peter's hips.
"So what is the wager? How about I made you lose that pretty voice of yours?" Peter hums.
"If you can't, I win." Elias gasps as the cold hands under his shirt.
"Oh, I'll take that bet. Jonah, I'm going to ruin this body of yours." Peter nips Elias's ear, which earns him a gasp and a soft moan.
Elias groans, and his eyes glow, and so does Peter's. Neither man know who, but they are too far gone to care.
.......
"F-f-father?" Martin tugs on Elias's slik sleep pants.
Elias's voice was barely audible. "....martin...." his hair was a mess his skin was littered in red marks, and he had a slight limp. He felt exhausted but sastified, like after he took a statement from a random person he grabbed on the street. He should ask about that when he got his voice back.
Martin tugs on his pants. "Where's dad?"
Elias knew Peter fell back into the lonely way, too overwhelmed after last night, not that he could blame the man. He knew his other half needed to destress and unwind after being intimate. It's an after effect from his patron, and honestly, it gave him a moment to pause and relax after. As much as he wanted pillow talk and to cuddle, he knew how stressed it made his partner do something else intimate after another intimate moment. They've become predictable to each other, but even still last night was a surprise. They've never been that intimate before, let alone use each other like that in such softness. It was always rough between them either man fighting for power, but for once, they were equals, and it made Elias unravel.
(He's hungry.)
Elias shook his head. "...breakfast?"
Martin nodded.
Elisa held his hand out and led Martin to the kitchen.
(We made a wager)
Elias pauses before grabbing some bread to toast. His throat hurt he was willing to talk for Martin, but he knew he needed to heal for at least a day. Even with fast healing, he still needed to recover.
(For the boy. Jon is already mine, and I have you.)
Elias nodded along as he pulled out some jam and peanut butter.
(The boy is allowed to pick two of us)
Two? That got Elias to raise his brow as he grabbed the toast. He quickly spread on the various jams and handed a plate to Martin.
(Stopped our hubris)
Stopped the Watchers Crown. This boy in the future manages that? Now, he cursed his future self for letting harm come to the boy. It was ironic he was so hellbent on what he thought was his patron desires enough so that it happened and his patron realized that he didn't want that after learning a hard lesson. He should talk to Jon. Learn more about the future, maybe avoid some things.
(No more chances)
Martin ate his toast, and Elias could see he didn't like it, but he never refused anything given to him.
(Keep him safe)
Elias sighs. "...martin you don't have to eat it." He coughs and rubs his throat.
"Too sweet..." Martin continued to eat. However, he was scared to refuse.
(Echos of his future)
Elias raised his brow. This would explain his quick learning on many subjects he was privy before being turned back to a child. It could also explain the behaviors. He was probably abused for a long time before he met Jon. He should figure out and who and pay them a visit. They also worked for him. He could use this to his advantage, but he wasn't about to push his luck and scare the kid. He took the half eaten toast and gave him one covered in peanut butter, which Martin seemed to enjoy more.
Martin finishes his food and takes his plate to the sink, but he isn't tall enough to reach the sink to place it and wash it. He whimpers and Elias knew what this meant.
Elias took the plate from Martin. "You can help clean the table. I know you want to clean the plates, but you're not big enough yet." He watches Martin walk back to the table and clean off the nonexistent mess he made. He needs to ask Jon more about Martin as an adult and why he feels like he has to care for everyone even if he's too small. Speaking of which, how big will Martin get? Jon did make a comment that he wasn't used to him being so small.
Martin looks up at Elias, watching him clean. He seemed worried like he was ready to be verbally attacked, maybe even physically attacked.
Elias slid the plate into the drying rack and dried his hands, and then ruffled Martin's hair. He smiles and lets the boy follow him into the living room to rest.
.....
Peter still wasn't back, and Elias wasn't going to keep Martin stuck inside all day. It was one of those rare warm days in the spring, and he could go to the park let Martin roam blow off steam or whatever kids do. That's how he found himself on a bench scarf covering his neck and a book in his hands and an eye on the small red head.
Martin was nervous he wasn't good around other kids, but Jon was nice, and he was another kid, but he knew Jon. He didn't know how or why, but he knew Jon. He sat himself adjacent to the sandpit and held his spider plush.
A boy with freshly tanned skin, which was impressive for where they lived and a bandaid across his nose. He actually had bandaid all over his skin and bruises to match, and his smile was missing a tooth. "Martin! You came back too, buddy."
Martin flinched at the bigger boy, but he seemed familiar, but like Jon, he couldn't tell you why. "Y-yes?"
The boy seemed to smile for a short period, and then he was smiling again. "That's ok. Want to be friends? My name is Tim, and my brother Danny is playing in the sandpit." He points to a boy no older than three waving his arms giggling. "I'm 7, and uh." He points to the girl coming up behind him with mocha skin and thick glasses.
"I'm Sasha! Future investigators of spooky things." Sasha smiles. "I'm also 7. I'm not used to seeing you so small."
Tim makes a motion with his hand against his neck.
"Oh, right not yet!" Sasha hums. "Did you find Jon?"
Martin furrows his brows. "Jon?"
"Yeah, future boss, man." Tim hums.
Martin, for some reason, knew they were talking about his Jon. He nods and gets up, holding his spider he calls Charlotte.
"I knew he came back, too. You owe me a fiver." Tim stands up triumphly.
Sasha rolls her eyes. "Yeah, when we have actual money."
"Hush, let me bask in me being right." Tim snickers. "Well, come on, Martin, we have to catch you up. Us future assistants have to stick together. Before you say anything, Sasha convinced me to do it again because now we're prepared or whatever." He huffs when Sasha leers at him. "And I have to apologize to Jon. We don't even know if he came back!"
Martin chuckles and then points to a slim dark skin boy walking up to them. "Hi, j-jon. I made f-friends."
The two kids turn to see Jon, who has a frown on his lips that slowly melts to a smile. His thick glasses were new and didn't fit his face properly yet. "Sasha, Tim?"
"Why do you have green eyes?" Sasha raised her brow.
"You c-c-can't ask that." Martin frowns.
"You're still an avatar." Tim huffs.
"You act as if I had a choice in the matter." Jon rolls his eyes. "You missed the actual apocalypse."
"We didn't stop the unknowing?" Tim raised his brow.
"Well, we did, but that isn't what I'm talking about. Never mind explaining that is complicated, and I want Martin to help me with that... right well, I can't do that now." Jon frowns. "So, uh, Martin was adopted by Elias and Peter."
"Now you owe me a fiver. I told you they were a thing." Sasha snickers as Tim rolls his eyes.
"Serial divorcees as it was." Jon hums.
(They will have to pick)
Jon freezes. "I uh what?"
Tim raised a brow.
"The Eye talks now." Martin mumbles, then looks confused because he doesn't know why he said that.
"Normally, it just spews facts at me." Jon sighs. "But it has learned to talk after its fuck up. However, it did tell me you both will have to pick a patron to become an avatar, just like Martin will."
(The child will get two)
Tim scowls. "That fucking sucks."
Sasha hums. "So I won't become not Sasha then."
"I mean, you'll have the power to stop it if you pick early." Jon sighs.
Sasha raises her browns, and Tim relents groaning. "Oh, you're going to have to explain them."
The three continue to chatter until Martin pulls at Jon's sweater. "What is it, Martin?"
Martin points to Elias, who is standing over the four. "F-father."
"Oh, he looks like an evil twink." Tim raised his brow.
Elias raised his brow. "What is a twink?" His eyes glow for a moment, and he covers his face with a groan. His voice is still horse and scratchy.
Sasha gasps. "Tim, you broke him!"
"How is that my fault? He looks like a twink and not a dilf anymore." Tim crossed his arms.
Elias waves him off. "Martin who are your friends."
"What happened to your voice?" Jon raised his brow.
(Censored)
Jon covers his face. "I'm going to put bleach in my eyes."
Tim giggles.
Sasha snickers.
Elias pinches his brow. "I assume they are like you, Jon." He gets a nod from the three. "Ok. Martin, are you alright?" He pauses as the boy nods. He gives a heavy sigh. "Alright, here's how this is going to work. You four will be under my care for schooling. I can at least keep an eye on you and make sure that after you pick a patron, you don't feed on your family. Also, since you are adults in children's bodies, I can at least keep your minds sharp."
"And why would we agree to that?" Sasha crosses her arms.
"Oh little dear, it's sim -" Elias is cut off by fog and a tired looking massive man sailor.
Peter adjusts his coat. "Why are there more children?"
Elias glares at Peter.
Peter leans down and places a sailor hat on Martin and then picks the boy up. "Did you make friends?"
Martin nods. "F-father said t-they will go to school with me."
Peter hums. "I see. Well, he can deal with that. You need to eat something."
"S-share?" Martin points down to them.
Peter grimaced he wasn't exactly looking forward to socializing. "Alright, but you have to talk to them."
Martin nods as he is placed down. He motions for the others to follow Peter.
Elias groans, watching the kids follow Peter to a snack stall at the edge of the park.
"Honestly, I ship it." Tim hums.
"Tim!" Jon huffs.
Sasha giggles.
"Will you go to school w-with me?" Martin looked back to them.
Tim curses. "Fuck I mean do we even have a choice, the evil twink has a point."
"I mean, I'm down. I really don't want to accidently hurt my family. I also want to keep an eye on Martin, and how else are we supposed to stick together?" Sasha hums.
"Sasha and her big logic brain." Tim pouts. "But fine, I'll do it."
"I've already agreed where you go I go." Jon smiles at Martin.
"Where you go, I go." Martin repeats back.
Jon smiles softly. "I know you'll be back, and I'm ok waiting forever for you."
Sasha and Tim exchange a knowing look.
......
Martin held his paper up to Elias for him grade. "F-finished."
Elias smiled and then raised his brow. "Martin, I didn't give you this assignment, and.... huh." He looks down at Martin then back to the others. "Fascinating." He walks over to the others. "Are you sure Martin hasn't come back like you?"
The three exchange glances.
Jon speaks up. "No, he hasn't. It's just imprints, nothing concrete."
Elias hums. "Was he a scholar?"
"Martin? I mean, he was observant, but like he was also a clumsy fool, and we loved him." Sasha hums. "Why?"
Elias hands Jon the paper. He knew immediately who answered this since Martin was intent on using crayons. Tim and Sasha both saw his eyebrows shoot up as he adjusted his glasses. "Martin, you did this?"
"Y-yeah." Marrin pauses as Elias pats his head to continue, and he then proceeds to explain in detail the math and how it relates to history and then how it connects to the modern day. He stops getting embarrassed at the stares.
Elias smiles and ruffles Martin's hair. "Go find Peter, and he'll make you guys a snack."
Martin nods and runs off.
"I know Martin dropped out of school to care for his mother he never said anything about being smart." Tim rubs his arm.
"Well, he has terrible self-esteem, so he didn't think he was good at anything." Sasha frowns.
Jon concentrates and blinks. "He had a full ride to any university of his choice even in America. I..." He sighs. "Martin never really talked about himself he knew more about me than I knew of him. I didn't look either he asked me not to, so I didn't push. I was happy still, even without that."
Tim whistles, and Jon is a little jealous he can do it so young. "Good on him. I mean, i don't really know anything about his family situation, but I do know he took care of his mom for a long time."
"I don't think she was kind to him." Sasha frowns.
Elias clears his throat, taking back the paper. "I've already located his mother, and I am planning on a long conversation with her. Until that, be nice to my b- Martin. Be nice to Martin."
"The evil twink has a point." Tim sighs.
"He's a little too old to be a twink child." Peter hums, holding a tray of cookies.
"Peter!" Elias huffs and pinches his brow. "Why do you know what a twink is?"
"Ask your eye." Peter hums. "Come on, little ones. I've set up some hot chocolate for these."
Sasha smiles. "Thank you, Mr. Lukas."
"Nonsense call me Peter." Peter smiles.
"Seriously though, your voice does not match your body." Tim shakes his head.
"As I been told." Peter sighs.
"Be nice, Tim." Martin frowns.
"I am being nice." Tim huffs.
"To be fair, he isn't wrong." Jon mumbles.
Peter just chuckles.
........
"Martin!" Tim shouts as he rushes through the door.
Martin jumps. "O-oh hi t-Tim."
"Happy birthday!" Tim holds a gift bag up and rushed past Peter or through him he was halfway out of the lonely so even he couldn't tell you.
Martin smiles. "You remembered?"
"Of course, Marto." Tim smirks. "And I'm the first one here!" He hands the gift bag over.
Martin peaks inside to see a little plush tea bag. He giggles.
Elias hums. So today was Martin's birthday he will have to mark this in his memory. "Oh, it's your birthday? How old are you now?"
"Seven." Martin smiles.
Tim whistles. "Geez, I forgot you're the baby in our group. Oh well, come on, Jon's going to be so mad that I got here first."
Martin giggles and follows Tim deeper into the home.
Peter chuckles. "Hey, now we know the little tykes birthday."
Elias hums.
"Elias, you are not throwing a party this short notice." Peter groans knowing that look.
"The kids do need to meet the other avatars. They have a choice to make." Elias is already walking to the phone.
Peter sighs and pinches his brow.
.....
"Hello, Miss. Sims, what brings you by?" Elias already knew she wanted to meet her grandsons friends and why his behavior suddenly shifted.
Jon's grandmother frowns and pushes Jon forward. "I merely wish to meet my Jonathan's friends."
Jon held a plush cow to his chest, and by the ribbon, it was a gift for Martin. It was a highland cow and quite soft from the look of it.
"That is just wonderful. Jon seems to be the last one here, so they are just inside." Elias smiles and leads them deeper into the mansion he stops at an open door where the sounds of children are talking.
Jonathan's grandma peers inside, and Jon can see a quirk of a smile as she looks at the three kids building a little fort out of pillows. "You have some lively friends, Jonathan."
Jon moves forward. "Grandma, these are my friends." The kids seem to run behind Jon in a line looking at the older woman.
"Hi, I'm Tim, and I got here first." Tim held a smirk and patted Jon's back, and he huffed in response.
"I'm Sasha. I got here second, well technically, Mr. Lukas got here second." Sasha waves.
Martin smiles nervously. "M-martin." He mumbles something she couldn't catch.
Jon looks back to his grandmother and she laughs.
"That one is quite small and shy, are you sure?" She says with a wry smile.
Jon can feel a blush on his cheeks. "Y-yes."
She chuckles and ruffles Jon's hair. "Now don't cause any trouble. I expect you home at a reasonable time. Keep an eye on them, Mr. Bolurchad." She walks out of the home with a smile.
Jon sighs in relief and gives a soft oof when Martin hugs him.
"Nice cow!" Martin has a cute smile on his lips.
"Uh right, happy birthday, Martin." Jon holds the plush toy out, and Martin takes it.
"Thank you." Martin smiles and kisses Jon on the cheek and then returns to the fort.
Elias hums. "You have quite the interesting guardian, Jon. Now that everyone is here, I have a few things to say. One a few avatars will be coming by since you three will need to eventually pick a patron to follow and two since Peter has banned me from going into my kitchen he will be making snacks and food so if you want to request something ask him."
"You're banned for a reason." Peter appears behind Sasha. "You learned to cook over 200 years ago and haven't changed since then."
"My cooking is perfectly fine, Peter." Elias rolls his eyes and walks out as Peter follows behind him they continue to bicker the whole way.
"F-father eats t-toast for fun." Martin adds, and the three other kids burst into laughter.
.....
"Oh, does this mean I get to see Micheal again?" Sasha takes a cookie from the table.
"Freaky door guy?" Tim raised his brow.
"They won't be Micheal." Jon sighs. "Micheal is still currently working at the archives under Gertrude."
"Man, that sucks." Tim sighs. "Oh, do you think that vampire hunter will show up?"
Martin hums. "Trever serves the hunt."
Jon clears his throat. "I did not know that. Wait, how did you know that?"
"He's marked." Martin mumbles and stares at his spider plush. "Charlotte told me." He holds up the plush spider.
"I told you so!" Sasha holds her arms in triumph. "Martin is the Web baby."
"I should have listened to you, Tim." Jon sighs and crosses his arms. "I know Jude is around. I don't know if she is coming. Simon might poke his head in. Oh, and Oliver, and uh, sorry Tim, Nikola is also around."
Tim groans. "Fuck me."
Peter shuffles in with some more snacks. "Elias isn't here?"
"Father is talking to people at the d-door." Martin hums. "Annabelle is joining them as well. I don't like her."
Peter grimaced. "Alright, I'll clean up you four. Introduce yourselves."
The four kids are guided out of the dining room and into the living room.
A black woman with cobwebs in her hair smiles and looks down. "Are you Martin? Do you like Mother's gift?"
Martin raised his brow. "I don't like you."
Jon holds back a laugh as he watches Annabelle cringe.
"Not back yet." Martin frowns. "B-b-but I don't l-like you." He promptly hides behind Jon.
Sasha giggles. "What did she even do?"
"Orginally, or currently?" Jon rubs Martin's back.
"Orginally." Tim answers for Sasha.
"Threatened to fill Martin with spiders then used him as a hostage." Jon narrows his gaze at her.
"He went willingly." Annabelle smiles. "Your friends came back as well. Are they the only ones?" He steps to the side as a thin man steps in front he had black glasses and was in a black suit meant for a funeral.
"Ah, Elias wasn't wrong. This is truly something else. Well, he normally isn't ever wrong perks of his patron, I guess. Uh, right, I know you guys aren't actually kids, and I must admit I don't think I can't even see your ends that are truly unique." He smiles and adjusts the gloves on his hands as a nervous habit. "My, I'm not good at pitching anything. I'm still new to this, but uh my name is Oliver."
"Oliver Banks Avatar of the End." Jon hums.
"That is who I am." Oliver smiles softly. "I'm again very new to this, but my patron does want me to make impressions."
Martin nods.
Sasha smiles. "I guess that can be considered reassuring you don't know when we will die. I do have questions though."
Tim hums. "Honestly, you made a better impression than the spider lady."
"Hello." A sing song voice interrupts a virus ring reader woman? Her skin was clipped on to whatever body they were using. "Oh, lookie, here aren't they adorable and their skin so soft and malleable."
Jon and Tim shudder.
"Immeditally hard no." Tim glares at the nkt person.
"I'm Nikola, and I like you." Nikola smiles well they are always smiling.
Tim pulls Sasha away from the stranger.
"Oh, I totally get the whole thing with the circus now." Sasha shudders.
A yellow door appears from nowhere behind Jon. "Oh yooohooo, Oh my archivist, you're much smaller and cuter than before." Her voice echos and distorts.
"Helen?" Jon spins around confused.
"Helen!" Martin waves at her.
"Oh yes, isn't time travel just the bestest thing ever. Can't kill me a second time being that small archivist." Helen laughs. "No hard feelings, you've brought me such better entertainment."
"Helen...? As in the lady who replaces Micheal. How is she even here?" Sasha tries to look away from her.
"It would be better if you didn't think about it." Tim mutters.
"Oh, but it's fun. Just feel your mind unravel." Helen laughs.
"I rather not." Jon rubs his temples.
"Oh my hello, little ones!" A new older sounding voice joins in, and Helen shuts her door. "An interesting lot you guys aren't you."
"Simon Fairchild avatar of the Vast. The Vast has not figured out human aging like the Lonely and doesn't do what the eye does with Jonah." Jon blinks. "Was... I uh were they boasting?"
"So not to interrupt, but uh, is that why I can never see an end to uh Mr. Lukas? I honestly thought it was all that fog." Oliver hums seemingly thoughtful.
"Wow you really got fucking everyone." A Asian woman with a buzz cut whistles. "Is this some sort of fucking career meet up for future fucks?"
"Jude Perry avatar of the desolation or the lightless flame. I don't like her." Jon sighs.
"So that's the woman who burned your hand." Tim hums. "She does have a point, though. They are here to throw pitches at us to convince us who to pick. Except for Jon, he's the Beholders' special little boy."
"Don't call me that." Jon huffs
(You are my special baby boy)
Jon groans.
Tim laughs. "Oh my God they confirmed it."
Sasha giggles.
Martin snickers.
Jon sighs. "Then why keep Jonah?"
(I like him)
Jon covers his face. "I honestly had no idea what I expected."
(Keeps Forsaken happy as benefit)
Jon raised a brow at that. "Leave it at that."
.....
"Oliver, please go home." Peter pinched his brow he had a sleeping Martin under his arm.
"I want to know how this works. How old are you?" Oliver hums, walking around Peter for another time.
"I don't really remember. I have to go through my family records." Which was a very firm leave it unspoken from Peter. He sighs and picks up plush spider.
"Oh my, I do feel like an eye at the moment. I'm simply curious about what your patron has figured out." Oliver steps back as Peter vanishes in a rolling fog.
Elias chuckles. He has already finished cleaning everything after everyone left. "Oliver, please leave."
Oliver nods and rushes out, not at all comfortable with Elias watching him.
Elias shakes his head. That went better than he expected. It was chaotic but useful, and his patron seemed nearly giddy with delight when the kids said they would work under him. Granted, when the three added on that, they refused to be avatars of the eye.... actually, that seemed to please his patron even more. Oh, this really lit a flame to his curiosity. He looks forward to the future.
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thanks to a game of CAH with the guild
I can't stop thinking of Synnda and his relationship with the Force - specifically with his dark side corruption brought on by the shielding technique
and since all of my previous ramblings about it are either old, or Tumblr's dumb search issues are burying them so I can't find them again, I'm writing a new one dang it
and like. he hides his emotions well! intentionally or not, people have a hard time reading him!
and yet he was Very Obviously Distressed when he noticed orange creeping into his irises, and the way the skin around his eyes just looked. sickly, almost. more purple-y/gray than it should have been, prominent veins?? he looked Sith!! it was distressing!!
but he swallowed his panic and just. kept protecting the affected Masters. even as it made the corruption look worse. even as it... well. we'll get into it shortly.
he didn't want anyone to worry. he knew Lina, and Nadia, and the rest of his crew were concerned for his health, with the way he was So Obviously Weak and Sick from the shielding
he started wearing masks to soften his face. he noticed that, hey, hiding his "resting bitch face" really helped soften his eyes, people weren't as intimidated when it was Just His Eyes they were seeing, rather than the frown and sharp teeth. even the Council was. unsure, what to think, as his eyes seemed brighter, more predatory; as the veins around them stood out as if the corruption was in his very blood
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Synnda tried, harder than most, to follow the light. because he knew - he knew - that if he was to fall... well. taking that dark side plague into himself to protect so many others really opened him up to the dark side itself.
it whispers where he can just barely hear it over the buzz of conversation
it coaxes, when it thinks he's not paying attention
but he's a stubborn one, he is.
he meditates, visits places pure in the Force, doesn't let his emotions, nor the impulses they may try to cause, get the better of him
Yavin was the first time he really, truly, had to fight against the corruption. it was too dark there. too loud. too manipulative. it was so hard not to reach out to the spirits that wandered that moon, to request their presence, to speak with them. he knew it could only end poorly, but...
the temptation was there. and it was strong. and he had to do everything in his power not to rend Revan limb-from-limb when they finally came face-to-face.
he was still the one to break her nose. to fracture ribs. to throw her against the nearest wall and come within inches of crushing her lungs with the very air within them. as the whispers of the moon grew overwhelming and he needed to leave dammit
no one confronted him for it. thought the injuries Revan sustained before her death were merely...self-defense. right? no one knew of the internal conflict that the Barsen'thor faced, that one of the most softspoken Jedi in the Order, one of the most gentle, was constantly at war with his own virtues
and then came the Alliance. the Star Fortress... "incident," we'll call it.
for the first time in his life, through constantly shoving away the unwanted urge to touch on the dark side,
he finally used it willingly. it wasn't just. a little more violence than he'd normally use like what happened with Revan. it genuinely reached into the darkest depths of the Force that he could grab in an unsteady chokehold
he would feel guilt for it the rest of his life, even as he reasoned that it was a necessary evil to end Zar Draya then and there before she could cause any more suffering to Alderaan.
the only witness: his own conscious, the soon-to-be-destroyed cameras of the Fortress, Exarch Draya... and Darth Nox. his partner in the mission. a rival for so long, but now an ally
and Nox won't talk about what happened that day. not to anyone. not Synnda, who couldn't even look him in the eyes as they fled the Fortress that tore itself apart
Synnda gave in to the urge to touch on the dark side that day. he crushed Draya with her own armor, crumpled the very platform she stood on around her even as she choked on her own blood, before dropping her into the unstable sun reactor as her heart still beat in her chest. Nox felt as though he were suffocating, the air around the pair thick with... well. he was used to the dark side. so why did it feel so frightening when this Jedi used it? why did it feel as though, had he followed a different path, had he chosen to willingly use the dark side of the Force... why did it feel that it would have been a terrible thing for the galaxy?
because, well. let's keep in mind that he's Still Holding Onto The Plague. it's still very much there! he's just keeping a Really Stubborn Hold On It! and it's why he needed to teach his students the shielding technique! because he has No Idea if it'll just be re-released when he dies, so someone needs to be ready to hold onto it again when he's gone! but he's Not gonna make a single person Ever go through what he's living most of his life holding onto. it's terrible! it's stressful! it's probably why his hearts fail to kill him eventually! so five holding onto it is far better than one!
and maybe, he hopes, they won't have to deal with the dark side whispering to them all their lives if they can share the burden
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NSFW Adaman and Irida fic- Hello! I'm not sure if you're comfortable with this or not, so feel free to reject my request 💟 I'd like a little spicy fic where the reader (female, if possible) ends up in a threesome with Adaman and Irida, if that's not too much trouble! Thanks a lot for your hard work (I really enjoyed the last event!)
gruehgalibnsdkjfbse my bi mind is having an aneurysm like fhweufh when I saw both of the leaders I had a genuinely hard time who I'd rather be with. Like. Both. At the same time preferably.
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Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!
NSFW Adaman and Irida: The Leaders and Their Pet
"So you agree?" Irida looked at you with expectant eyes and you scratched the back of your head. You had been called to her place in the bitter cold, the old man saying it was an important business meeting, and here you were. Irida and Adaman asking if you wanted to join them in a threesome.
Apparently they both liked you, far more than they should, and the main issue is they wouldn't want a clan feud over romance. So they decided, if you were willing, to share. It wasn't just a threesome they were offering...but it was a perk.
"I mean..." You said, looking between the two clan leaders. They were both near your age and extremely attractive. Not to mention everything you had gone through with them. You literally fought both their gods with them standing right by your side. You didn't just like the two clan leaders, you were in love with them.
"You don't have to, if you're uncomfortable with it." Adaman said, though the pained look in his eyes was telling. You took in a deep breath before finally looking at the two leaders.
"I uh never said that. I just...don't know how we'd go about it is all." You barely had experience with a single partner, now you were being thrown into a polyamorous relationship? A thruple, if you recalled correctly.
Irida beamed, looking at you and then grabbing one of your hands. She brought it up to her lips and kissed your knuckles, "Then let us lead...please."
Adaman nodded in agreement, and he too had a goofy grin on his face like a purloin that caught the rattata. "We don't have a crazy amount of experience, but at least in the diamond clan sexuality is looked at as a very...free spirited thing."
"It's a bit more closed off in the pearl clan but it doesn't mean it's forbidden." Irida nodded. You swore if both of them had experience in this, you might actually die and see Arceus way sooner than expected.
Adaman had come closer, wrapping his arm around your waist from behind and began peppering kisses alongside your neck. Right as Irida came up to kiss you, noises were heard from outside the home. Someone cleared their throat and Irida and Adaman took a step away from you and you tried fixing up your clothes as to not look suspecious.
One of the pearl clan members came inside and looked at the three of you, "Perfect, you're all here! We just had notice of a time space distortion appearing close to the village." He said and Irida sighed.
"However...perhaps this will have to wait for a different time it seems." She said as she was already gathering her team. You already knew you were being dragged into this battle and were silently thankful it was happening, battling was far easier to manage than relationships. You knew you would eventually have to deal with it again though. The thought both terrified and excited you.
It should've come as no surprise then when not even a week later the three of you had set up camp in the outskirts, away from anyone in either clans and far from the Gingko Guild's travel route.
Adaman laid flat on his back, his cock burrowing into you while Irida sat on his face. Her hands sprawled over his chest as she grinded her cunt on his mouth, whimpering at the sensation while you rode him to the best of your abilities.
You had no clue how long you two had been at this, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour. Your legs burned from the exertion but the pleasure that coursed through you every single time you hilted back on Adaman had your eyes rolling back.
AFAB
Irida leaned closer, pulling you by the back of your neck and locking you into a kiss. You moaned into her mouth as her hand came up and rolled over your clit. It was just the right amount of stimulation you needed to be coming again on Adaman's cock.
Adaman groaned, pushing Irida slightly off him as he bucked up into your hips. "S-so tight." He murmured as Irida sat back down. The lewd slurping noises would've normally had you blushing bright red, but at the time you couldn't find it in you to care.
Irida bit down on your lip, opening it up so she could deepen the kiss. She let out a high pitched mewl as she came on Adaman's face, rolling her hips even more and Adaman had to hold her steady or else he'd really die from eating her out.
She was shaking and it wasn't long before you felt Adaman tense up, his warm seed filling your cunt up.
AMAB
Irida leaned forward, pulling you closer to her and locking your lips together. Her hand went over, running over your weeping cock and spreading some of the precum to help lube her up. You groaned into her mouth as she began working her cock at the same time you were riding Adaman.
You needed barely any stimulation to be coming on your stomach and her hand, gasping for breath against her lips. Your eyes half lidded as you tried to process what was going on.
The lewd slurping noises from Adaman still eating out Irida was all you needed to come back, blushing from the sound and wondering what she tasted like.
Irida let out a high pitched moan, coming on Adaman's face and rolling her hips against him. Adaman had to hold her up so she wouldn't completely collapse on his face and suffocate him.
You felt Adaman tense up underneath you, filling you with his seed as he groaned, finally coming to his peak.
Gender Neutral Ending
All three of you took a moment, breathing deeply and trying to catch your breath. Irida was the first to move, moving away from Adaman's face and actually laughing at his wet, but blissed out face. She grabbed one of the many towels and tossed it on Adaman's face and he shot her a glare before wiping his face off.
You were still saddled on his cock as he leaned up and grabbed your chin, giving you a short but passionate kiss. You could taste Irida on his lips and groaned into the kiss, wishing you could've gotten a more direct taste. Next time. You'd do that next time.
Irida slapped your thigh and got your attention, "You going to sit on him all day, or are we going to get cleaned up?" She teased and you rolled your eyes. You winced as you got up and off Adaman, your thighs burning from working muscles you never really used.
Adaman helped you and couldn't help but swallow a lump in his throat as he watched his seed drip out of your hole. Irida brought him back, smacking him with a towel.
"Well stop staring and start helping them." She said and Adaman stuck out his tongue.
"So demanding for someone falling apart on my tongue earlier." Adaman noted as he grabbed the towel and flipped you on your back. The towel was damp as it ran across your sex, cleaning up the cum that was seeping out.
"I should've suffocated you when I had the chance." Irida murmured, finishing cleaning herself off and she looked between you two. "Next time you should feel his mouth though; it has at least one good quality."
"Damn, gotta love this sweet pillow talk." You laughed, sitting back up and looking over at your two new lovers.
"Romance is our specialty." Adaman said with a shrug, pulling you back in for a kiss.
"So what's for dinner, by the way? Doubt Beni is willing to travel off in the middle of nowhere for room service." All three of you, despite the activities, were still looking pretty awake and your stomach was starting to feel empty. You looked between the two leaders who had sheepish grins on their faces.
"I'm making dinner, got it." You said, nodding your head solemnly, "You two are lucky I like you."
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fics-n-stuff-n-stuff · 6 months
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Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox
all fairy tail characters basically
CharacterAlternate Universe -
Modern with Magic
Fluff and Angst / Romance / Friendship / developing feelings / Lucy has new spirits I checked constellations and gave her ones I thought were cool
Summary
Lucy is thrown into a world she didn’t know existed. Join her as she unravels this new world full of magic that brings adventure, romance and destruction along with it.
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Just a modern re-telling of Fairy tail following its arcs with a few twists and turns along the way💞
You can also read it here
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Chapter 14
Natsu was not used to being this stressed out about another person's well-being.
Well, that is if you don't count Happy.
But the exceed was like a brother/son to him, and he's raised the fur-ball since he'd hatched, so it was natural to worry about the little guy.
It seems the whole ordeal with Phantom Lord left Natsu a little on edge when it came to Lucy. It was so easy for them to take her during the attack, and by the time he found her, she was so battered and bruised.
Natsu never wanted to witness that again.
Ever since Lucy's first disappearance when she was taken by Juvia, he's had an irrational fear of going to her apartment and not finding her there.
Add on everything that they've found out about her family, and that her father was the one behind the attacks, and it all left Natsu feeling a little paranoid.
But could you blame him?
His partner seems to have a unique ability to attract trouble, which in retrospect shouldn't be a surprise for him, given with how they met, and with how well-suited she was for Fairy Tail, fitting in nicely with all the chaos.
Everyone here is a trouble magnet.
But even with all that aside, ever since he found out about it, there was a part of Natsu that feared Lucy's father coming after her, and him not being able to save her.
So when he walked into her empty apartment a few days ago, he knew something was wrong.
Natsu came over to see if she wanted to have breakfast with him and Happy, even though it was past noon by that point.
Looking around, he could tell that nothing in the apartment was out of place, and there was no sign of a struggle, she could've been at the guild for all he knew.
But his gut was telling him something different.
That's when he found the note on her coffee table. It was addressed to him, with an explanation for her absence and asking them to give her two days before coming after her.
Feeling a sense of panic overrun him, Natsu immediately took out his phone and tried calling her, hoping this was some sort of prank.
'She wouldn't actually go alone, would she?' He asked himself as he waited for her to pick up.
He heard the sound of her ringtone coming from her room, and as he followed the ringing, he saw Lucy's phone on the nightstand next to her bed.
Natsu hung up the call with a frustrated huff, flashes of different scenarios went through his head at the thought of Lucy in the clutches of her father.
The man hired Jose Porla to come after her, who knows what he's prepared to do now that she went to him willingly.
Considering Natsu was by no means a sensible creature, this just seemed to rattle him into overdrive.
Thinking back to it now, he doesn't regret marching to Fairy Tail and lying about her being kidnapped.
In fact, Natsu was 100% sure he would do it again.
He needed to know she was safe, and since she didn't bring her phone with her, this was his second-best option.
Sitting back, Natsu downed his Fire whiskey and looked down at his hand, where the ring she'd gotten him was sitting on his middle finger.
The dragon's ruby eyes seemed to twinkle back at him like it was going to start spewing fire at any moment.
Her present was a surprise to him.
Lucy hadn't even known about his affinity for gold or the hoard he had hidden away when she bought it for him. She had just seen a golden dragon and thought of him.
The fact that it was a fireproof ring just made it better.
He rarely wore jewelry because it usually ended up melted by his fire, thankfully he doesn't have to worry about this one.
He debated on whether he should wear it in fear of losing it, or just put it in his hoard for safekeeping.
In the end, he couldn't bring himself to bury the piece with his other treasures, Natsu wanted to proudly wear the gift his partner had picked out for him.
And he liked the fact that they were matching in a way.
He turned back to watch the crowd, or rather, to try and find Lucy amongst the sea of mages.
Spotting her golden hair in the crowd, he followed her with his eyes as she went around the guild, watching her with a smile on his face as she went from table to table talking, drinking, and laughing with everyone.
He watched as Levy pulled her up so they could dance to the song that was playing, the two girls spinning and laughing as they moved to the beat.
The New Year's party was in full swing, and while not everyone was wasted, there were a few of Cana's victims passed out under the tables.
'Poor souls, they never learn.' Natsu thought with a laugh as he spotted Makao sleeping cuddled next to an empty wine barrel.
Even he knew better than to challenge the card mage to a drinking competition.
There were no winners in that one.
Well, besides Cana.
Standing, Natsu made his way to the bar wanting another drink, and from the corner of his eye, he spotted Wendy approaching him through the crowd.
The sky drakon had been in an almost sullen mood for a few days and Natsu waited for her to come to talk to him if she needed to.
Sitting down at the bar, he ordered another drink from Mira and waited for Wendy to approach him.
The younger girl sat next to him after a few minutes and ordered a drink for herself. He waited for her to start the conversation, not wanting to push the young healer.
"Can I ask you a question?" Her voice was tentative as she spoke, and he nodded his head in response and turned to look at her. "I, I know you found a golden key in, well, you know." She said quietly, looking around and making sure no one was eavesdropping.
"I, well, I mean."
Her voice was small as she spoke, and she looked like she was in distress and Natsu turned to face her fully, so he could try and calm her down.
"I remember the first time Igneel took me to see his collection, I was blown away by the amount of trinkets and treasure." There was a nostalgic smile on his face as he turned to look at the wall and reminisced about the past. "He could barely get me to leave that first time."
Natsu chuckled at the memory of Igneel dragging him away from the cave, promising they would come back.
"Grandeeney would always let me pick something to take back with me when we visited hers." Wendy chimed in, her voice slightly shaky as she talked about her mother.
Natsu turned to look at the bluenette, and seeing the tears in her eyes he moved to place a hand on her shoulder. "Is that what's been bothering ya lately?" He asked her with a squeeze.
Wendy moved to wipe the tears that seemed to have escaped and shook her head. "No, it's just, at the Christmas Party, I saw you give Lucy a key from your hoard. And there was a nagging feeling that told me I had one too, but you know I don't collect gold."
Natsu nodded, intrigued to where this was going, and urged her to continue with his hands. "I went to look through it a few days ago, and well." She turned out her left pocket and in her palm was a golden zodiac key.
"I think it belongs to the constellation Capricorn." Wendy whispered before shoving the object back into her pocket. "I've had this with me for 4 days now. I just can't get myself to give it to Lucy."
The tears were welling in her eyes, and Wendy let her head fall to avoid his gaze, as if ashamed. "I know it's wrong, they belong with her. But it's a piece of Grandeeney's hoard, and it's hard saying goodbye to any part of it."
The young girl was crying at this point, and Natsu couldn't help but feel for her. He was not unfamiliar with those emotions, he felt the same way when he first connected the dots.
It was the combination of getting to know and trust Lucy better, and having Scutum say she was considered royalty in the Spirit Realm for him to finally understand the importance behind it, and find the key.
But something was also weird about all this.
There weren't a lot of records about Lucy and her magic. She's been trying to research with Levy for months with little luck, they've only managed to find scraps of information to put together.
Now it turns out both Igneel and Grandeeney had golden spirit keys in their possession, keys that once belonged to Lucy's mother.
Did she know both dragons? Did the spirits know something of their disappearance?
Shaking himself out of his thoughts Natsu moved slowly, so as not to startle the crying girl, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and brought her into a gentle hug.
"It was hard for me too. I figured out I had a key months ago. I debated on what I should do with it for a long time."
He let out an almost bitter huff of air before continuing. "I understand what you're going through, and I'm not gonna tell you to give it to her." He pauses for a moment, making sure she got his point. "But we both know it's what they would have wanted."
Natsu's tone was as gentle as he could make it, but it still made Wendy cry even harder, clutching his shirt as she did.
It was hard for him to watch her like this, Natsu generally didn't like anyone crying around him, he just felt awkward. But he viewed Wendy as a sort of younger sister and wanted to try his best to comfort her.
"It's why they made sure we have them."
He tried a different approach this time. "I don't know how, but they knew we would meet Lucy one day, and they knew we would do the right thing." He pushed on her shoulders gently so that she would move back to look at him.
Natsu sent her a beaming smile, knowing the young healer would understand.
"Plus, it's not like you're giving it away to a stranger. It's Lucy, she always has her keys with her. This way, you get to see a little reminder of Grandeeney every day and know she would be proud of you for giving it to its owner!"
He shared his reasoning with her and the younger girl finally cracked a genuine smile back, her tears stopped, and her breathing was evening out.
"You're right. I know it's hard for you to talk about them. So, thank you Natsu." Wendy said as she wiped her cheeks dry.
Natsu just smiled back at her and moved to ruffle her hair. "Anytime kiddo, you know I'm always here for you."
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Coming back from Crocus was quick, thanks to the portal, and upon arrival, Lucy found herself at the receiving end of a long lecture from Master Makarov about the importance of knowing when to do things alone, and when to ask for help.
Followed by a few more lectures by Mira, Levy, and Lisanna about never scaring them like that again, the girls making Lucy promise to always bring her phone with her.
Even Cana had a few choice words about Lucy's little scare.
Lucy apologized profusely to everyone, promising not to scare them like that again, and then went on to tell the guild all about how her trip back home went.
Natsu and Gray found it hilarious that she managed to scare her father into agreeing to her terms, and Erza seemed proud of her bravery.
Everyone else was stunned to learn about her family and supposed status, but Lucy told them that was her past, and no longer applies.
She was just, Lucy of Fairy Tail now.
After retelling the events from her visit and answering all of the questions they had, Lucy finally had the chance to open the box Spetto had given her.
Inside she found two golden keys and a letter from her mother.
Lucy immediately tucked the envelope in her purse, not feeling ready to read her mother's words yet.
Something told her it would only lead to more questions and headaches, instead of any kind of answer.
Taurus and Sagittarius were her newest companions, and while the former was a bit of a pervert, and the latter looked even more ridiculous in his horse costume than she remembered, Lucy was extremely happy to have more of her mother's friends back with her.
Her collection was growing faster than she had expected.
When she first learned about magic and how rare her abilities seemed to be in this world, she thought that it would be impossible to find any gate keys.
But somehow they all end up finding her instead.
The whole guild surrounded Lucy when they noticed her preparing to summon her new spirits, always eager to see her use her magic.
She summoned them one at a time.
Lucy she still couldn't open two golden keys at once no matter how hard she trained.
It always ended up with her unconscious.
She was able to keep Scutum's gate open along with one golden key, which was an improvement!
Everyone watched in awe as she sent Taurus back in a flash of golden light, and summoned Sagittarius so they could form a contract.
They all seemed so fascinated by her abilities, and while she still couldn't understand how it was any more impressive than anything else they could do, she didn't mind the audience.
It was kind of sweet that they were so enthralled by it.
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Lucy was still getting used to the partying tempo of Fairy Tail, but she was having fun nonetheless.
They had been drinking for more than half the day but the night was still young, and Lucy found herself dancing with Levy in the middle of the guild hall, surrounded by fellow guild mates as they all celebrated the coming of the new year.
Natsu had been in a good mood all day, and even bought her and Happy breakfast before they headed to the guild for the party.
Thought, he has been a tad overbearing and overprotective since her little adventure in Crocus.
He was at her apartment first thing in the morning, always by her side when they were together, following her with his gaze when they were on opposite ends of the room.
And while, admittedly, it was how he usually acted around her, there is more of an intensity to it now.
Lucy could sense the tension and worry that would sometimes project from him, and she felt guilty every time.
She knew he was rattled by the Phantom attack, and with his father's disappearance, she never considered how leaving like that would affect him.
Even with her note, he was worried about what her father was going to do to her.
And while Lucy would like to think he was just overreacting, she also knew what her father was capable of.
"Hey, let's go get a drink?" Levy's voice brought her out of her head, and she realized she stopped dancing and was just standing in the middle of the floor.
Lucy looked around the dancing bodies surrounding them and turned to nod at Levy. "Sure."
The two made their way to the bar and tried to order their drinks from Mira, who seemed busy chatting with a blonde Lucy had never met before today.
Apparently, he was the master's grandson.
Laxus Dreyar.
He was a tall, brooding and muscular man with a lightning scar over his right eye.
Lucy didn't get to talk to him all that much, besides a basic introduction. He seemed nice enough, a little rough around the edges maybe. There was actually something about the man that reminded her of Gajeel the tiniest bit.
His team, the Thunder Legion, returned from a year-long mission just this morning, and everyone was excited to have them back, it seemed like the New Year's party was going to be even wilder than planned because of their return.
Lucy met all of the Thunder Legion, and they seemed like an interesting bunch, it made her wonder how such different people formed a team.
They all appear to be fond of each other though.
Evergreen was a tad snobbish, but it reminded Lucy of home in a weird way, Freed was a complete gentleman and Lucy was looking forward to getting to him, and Bickslow was a little odd, but he looked like a fun guy.
They were some of the strongest mages in the guild, from what she managed to overhear, and that made her a little scared as to what kind of monsters were out there.
If there were stronger mages here in Fairy Tail than the ones she's already met? Lucy doesn't want to meet any of the ones roaming outside of the guild.
"So, what's got you all in your head?" Levy asked her as they waited for Lisanna to bring them their drinks.
"Is that why Mira laughed when I gave her my present?" Lucy asked pointing over her shoulder, trying to avoid the topic.
Levy raised a brow at her, looking over Lucy's shoulder at where the take-over mage was flirting with the blonde, before turning back to look at Lucy.
"Don't think I don't see what you're doing." The short bluenette warned her, sternly pointing her index finger at Lucy. "But to answer your question, yes, but not for the reason you think." She told her with a wink, and now Lucy was even more confused.
"What does that mean?" Lucy almost whined as she went to take a sip from her cocktail. "Uh, uh. No. I answered your question, now you tell me what's going on."
Lucy huffed out, crossing her arms as she did, and slumped slightly forward. "It's nothing serious. Just, Natsu's been a little..." she trailed off, not really knowing how to describe the fire drakon's recent actions.
He acted the same as always towards her, it was just more intense, and sometimes even with a sense of panic.
"Possessive? Overprotective? Downright scary at times?" Levy finished her sentence, checking off each one on her fingers as she did.
Lucy felt a blush forming on her cheeks, looking around to check if anyone was listening in.
Thankfully, everyone in Fairy Tail was busy celebrating to notice the two of them in the corner of the bar.
"Yes. Well, I don't think he's ever scary, but yes to the rest of it." Lucy admitted and Levy only chuckled at her words.
"You don't think he's scary because you haven't seen him when he knows you are in danger." The bluenette told her and Lucy felt her heart jump at the words. "And besides, I don't see how it's any different than usual."
Lucy slumped on the bar and looked back at Levy. "It's different! He's more intense about it. I don't know how to explain." She ran a hand through her hair, trying not to get frustrated.
"You know for how simple he is, he is also a mystery to all of us." Levy said with mirth in her voice, and Lucy sat up straight and leaned in closer to her.
Natsu was a mystery to her too.
Which was a funny concept, considering he's an open book, you can almost always tell what's on his mind. But there was also so much Lucy didn't know about him, and she was interested in Levy's perspective.
"I've known him for a long time, we all have." Levy started, looking around the guild before turning back to her. "Do you know he's never once been out on a job with anyone besides Happy? And I have never seen him interact with the guild as much as he has since he came back that night with you in tow."
Lucy felt a blush at her words and didn't really know what to say, but it seemed Levy wasn't finished anyway.
"In fact, this is the longest I can remember him being in Magnolia since he's been able to go out on jobs." There was a faraway look in the bluenette's eyes for a moment before she continued.
"He's been chasing shadows and whispers since joining Fairy Tail. Running around Fiore and looking for any clues about Igneel and his whereabouts."
She let out a breathy chuckle before continuing. "The gods know how many times The Master or Erza tried to talk to him and explain that sometimes you need to slow down. But you know Natsu, once he's determined about something, he goes head first and without thinking it through."
Levy sent her a pointed look and Lucy chimed in with a giggle of her own, "Don't I know it." She said, thinking about her partner's impulsive tendencies.
"It wasn't until he met you that he finally slowed down." Lucy's heart clenched at Levy's words, she never knew any of this.
"I have never seen him spend so much time with the guild before, usually he would come in to eat, or brawl and get a drink occasionally. But he was mostly just taking jobs back to back, to think he's on a team now, and with Gray and Erza of all people." The bluenette shook her head as if she still couldn't believe it.
"If someone had told me, a day before you came to the guild that those three would be on a team together. That Natsu would be on a team with anyone that isn't Happy, I would have told them they were crazy and laughed in their face." Levy laughed at the thought and Lucy knew her face was a dark shade of red by now.
"Hey, I had nothing to do with their team-up! Erza got word of trouble and asked them to help her, and me too for some reason." She tried to protest her way out of the conversation.
"Okay, maybe so, but I still stand by my statement. He did ask you to go on a job with him! And he took you to the beach so you could summon Aquarius." Levy pointed an accusative finger at her, before giggling and clapping her hands in the air.
"Oh, that was your first date!" She exclaimed happily and Lucy went to shush her, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
You never know with this gossipy bunch.
"Not so loud! Geez!" Lucy moved so she could put a hand over Levy's mouth.
"And it was not a date! He came with me to get my stuff and then took me to the beach so I could make a contract with Aquarius. There was nothing romantic about it!" She explained to the bluenette, dropping the hand that was covering the shorter girl's mouth.
"But you had dinner afterwards?" Lucy felt the blush come back full force at Levy's question and she immediately regretted dropping her hand.
So she tried to change the subject instead.
"I just feel like I've betrayed his trust in some way, and I don't know what to do Lev." She pouted at the bluenette, hoping the shorter girl would take pity on her.
Lucy watched as Levy's brow furrowed at her words before she let out a sigh. "I don't know how to help you there Lu. But maybe you guys can go on a job and that way you could ask him about it." The bluenette offered as she went to clasp their hands, giving Lucy's a squeeze.
Lucy looked at her friend for a few moments, before turning to look at the crowd and tried to spot Natsu.
She saw a flash of pink in the crowd and there he was, sitting at a table across the room, drinking and laughing with Elfman, Evergreen, Bickskow, and a few other guild members.
Natsu's head snapped in her direction a second later, and when they made eye contact he sent a beaming smile her way, tipping his whisky glass towards her.
Lucy smiled back at him and raised her cocktail glass back at him. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." She said as she turned to look back at Levy, who had an almost cheshire smirk on her face.
"Mhmm, I bet it does." The bluenette chuckled before downing her drink. "I'm gonna go and try to get Laki to dance with me, wanna come?" She asked as she hopped out of the barstool.
Lucy looked out at the dance floor and back to Levy. "No, I'm good here. You go have fun."
She watched the shorter girl move through the crowd before disappearing into the sea of people and sighed, slumping slightly over the bar.
Lucy couldn't help but go over the conversation with Levy in her head.
Did Natsu really change that much with just her appearance?
But that doesn't make sense, she didn't do anything to prompt such a shift, she didn't know any other version of Natsu than the one he's been since that first night.
'Maybe I should think about this when I'm not so close to being drunk.' Lucy thought to herself as she took a sip from her drink.
Suddenly, there was a weight over her shoulders, and a familiar warmth enveloped her.
"Whatcha doing here all by yourself? This is a party!" Natsu's voice came from her right, and she turned her head to smile at him.
"You know, I just realized that I never know how cold I am until you're next to me." Lucy blurted out instead of an answer.
Natsu shot her an odd look, before moving to connect their foreheads, he was so close that their noses were almost touching.
"How much did ya have to drink?" His sudden question made Lucy giggle, finding his attempt at being stern hilarious.
She moved to clutch her stomach and suddenly felt her stool shift from underneath her and before she knew it Lucy was falling to the ground.
Thankfully, Natsu's instincts were sharp as ever, he was moving before she even slipped, and helped her back on the stool. "Easy, you're gonna get hurt."
"I'm not drunk!" Lucy protested, and Natsu raised a single brow at her, crossing his arms as he did. "Okay, maybe a little tipsy, but not drunk." She tried to rephrase.
"Yeah, yeah. You're such a lightweight." He laughed at her as he moved from the barstool and stood in front of her.
"I am not a lightweight!" She exclaimed at him, which only made him laugh harder.
"Sure you're not. Now come on, let's go see if Happy had any luck with Charla tonight." He offered his hand out and Lucy took it without hesitation.
"Like that will ever happen, he needs to give her something other than fish!"
Natsu laughed at her proclamation and tugged her through the crowd. "So you keep trying to tell him. Who knows, maybe it'll be a New Year's Miracle!"
They laughed at the thought as they tried finding their furry friend and his lady love.
The guild members were scattered throughout the second floor, drinking, laughing, and dancing. Some of the guys were fighting in the corner.
Lucy could see Levy and Laki dancing to the music, Jet and Droy keeping them company. Cana managed to rope Freed into a drinking competition, and the poor man seemed to be almost gone, she could see him swaying in his seat as they passed.
Erza was at a table with Gray, Juvia, and Lisanna. And they all looked drunk in their own right, with the red-headed seemingly changing armors as her moods shifted and threatening everyone in her sight.
Natsu quickly steered them clear of her as he saw that.
Juvia was almost melting by the proximity between her and Gray, and the ice mage looked a bit uncomfortable with her affection but Lucy could also spot a shadow of a blush on his face as the bluenette rested her head on his shoulder.
All in all, the spirits in Fairy Tail were high.
Everyone was happy to be alive and eager to welcome the New Year, hoping it would bring them joy and happiness.
No one seemed to notice a flyer appearing out of thin air on the job board, they were all too enthralled with the celebration.
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caelums-fate · 11 months
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If you are ready to talk about them:
How did Izanami and Jinwoo meet?
When did they fall for eachother? (who fell first?)
Who confessed?
How was their first date?
Hi Zero, yeah I'm comfortable talking about them I'm still working on them and it's difficult lol like I skipped a big part of some stuff but they are together so I'm just like....😬
But anyways let's begin!
Jinwoo is the "Shadow monarch" also a S-rank hunter (not technically a shadow beasts hunter but he occasionally fight them) anyways back to what I was saying...
Hmmm....a simple run in makes good sense? (This took me awhile to think about sorry for the delay) after all shadow hunters are pretty popular because of their efforts in protecting people and being like a line of public security throughout the cities and districts.
(this will be a mixture of question 1 and 2)
Jinwoo has a dark aura; Izanami is also quite allured by the darkness so naturally she had fallen for the presence Jinwoo has, so when the two had to work together on a mission set more from Izanami's "guild" she was completely distracted by Jinwoo and not focused on the mission....(I don't blame her lol)
Izanami really liked how tall; handsome and mysterious Jinwoo was but aside from that his presence was just something she found intriguing and she became ever so curious as to why he just had to be so stoic and serious on this mission.
Yeah...maybe it was more ideal to stay focused when entering a gated dimension but he came off as a sharp blade like he was way too serious about it; he was fueled by determination and battle but Izanami was not she wanted to get this over with and get out, Jinwoo found her a bit unprofessional especially with her high rank but he didn't want to judge her skills so they went on to defeat beast after beast and then proceeded to try and defeat the gate keeper.
BUT Izanami got in and over her head leading to her to have to be rescued by Jinwoo and....this is going to be a long battle he thought (lol) even for a high ranking hunter like Jinwoo he couldn't figure out how gate keepers were so strong they had an "infinite" level (like for Jinwoo he sees this symbol "∞" when checking the keeper's stats indicating that it's level is unknown or maybe it was way too high.) But that didn't mean he was gonna step down so he continued to fight the gate keeper rather Izanami was gonna help him or not he wasn't giving up obviously.
(I talk too much lmao!! So I'm gonna just time skip 😂)
Everyone knew Jinwoo was way too powerful so of course he defeated a gate keeper on his own (Izanami was also helpful by defeating some other beasts, she was just not on her "A game" cuz she was distracted by Jinwoo...) That being said that led to her saying she owes Jinwoo for not really doing her part on their mission so she asked if he wanted to just hangout and really get to know eachother/reintroduce themselves properly.
Surprisingly he accepted cuz why not he wants to know more about his temporary partner and her guild...
(ok onto question 3!!)
So a good solid 2-3 months in Japan and Jinwoo felt like he wasn't gonna leave cuz of the heavy weight of his romantic feelings for Izanami, like if he left without telling her how he feels he just dropped everything but also he needed to get back to South Korea since his missions were over so he felt quite defeated.
Izanami on the other hand was panicking cuz once she caught wind that Jinwoo was leaving to the airport to go back to his guild and she spent alot of time with him AND was definitely in love with him, it was a race against time for her of course he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye but she was still worried about him leaving.
Luckily he called her saying he was going to stop by to say bye before he left for his flight, and his last visit made her very...well nervous because she wanted to tell him how she felt; what's ironic is Jinwoo was there to do the same thing lol...
SO there they were; at their favorite hangout spot (the same cool and modern cafe they chose to meetup often after missions) but this time their meeting wasn't cool and laid-back it was more of a mix of awkwardness and sexual tension because Jinwoo wanted to almost back out on telling her his feelings and Izanami was so scatter brain she was off topic to avoid confessing.
They had a nice conversation about random things and then bringing up a few times about Jinwoo leaving and what Izanami would be doing after that and everything seemed fine like mission complete! They both thought they successfully avoided the tension BUT THEN-
It returned.....once Izanami and Jinwoo made actual eye contact with eachother and she realized her hand was resting on top of his hand she mentally face-palmed and he words trailed off into silence.
That's when it became a bit clear to them both it was time to admit it, although they both were reluctant to confess to the other
(so who's gonna crack? Lol who's gonna confess?)
So Jinwoo finally broke the silence by quietly saying he was gonna miss Izanami and then he went on to confess that he was really in love with her; but he didn't realize she was softly trailing along with his words when he said it so technically they confessed at the same time!
After that came a more prominent "WHAT?!" and both of them looked at eachother with shocked facial expressions then came "You what?!" And a "I'm in love with you!" All in unison.
Jinwoo never thought his face would get so red when he blushed but Izanami was no better because she held no emotion back as they were both happy and surprised.
In the end Jinwoo and Izanami spent the rest of their time enjoying eachother's company from their newly blossomed love confession until Jinwoo thought it was time to leave since it was the late afternoon and his flight was ready in like two hours.
So they ended up saying their goodbyes officially, this time with smiles and a bit of giddiness especially from Izanami who ended up standing on the tip of her toes to kiss Jinwoo on his cheek while he couldn't help but smile a bit. (He wasn't usually this openly full of emotions so clearly he was hooked lol)
And onto the last question!!
Their first official date as a couple was when Izanami came to visit Jinwoo for leisurely reasons this time and honestly they had a cute but romantic dinner date, it was sweet and the two had fun catching up on things since their time away from eachother.
Really they missed eachother ALOT and the long distance relationship was getting a bit annoying but they couldn't just make their jobs accomodate eachother, so they cherish their romance and time together very much. 🩷🩷🩷
My back and my neck hurts but I successfully DID IT 😩✋ I THOUGHT OF A LOVE STORY FOR THEM WITH ALL MY MIGHT AND BRAIN POWER!! I hope it's cute 😂 and make sense cuz I was thinking so hard I gave myself a slight headache lol!!
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themetallicnemesis · 3 years
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God now that i look back at it, partner probably just latched onto dusknoir so quickly because he saw them as some kind of father figure. Rip
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lucidapricity · 3 years
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yandere headcanons for dainsleif
pairing: dainsleif x traveler reader
warnings + tags: general yandere themes, kidnapping
a/n: there's not very much stuff about dainsleif, so i wanted to elaborate him more in a yandere view and it's all over the place (i have a particular habit of just listing things out with no format) but i think i tried to blend it together well haha
this was initially created when the "we will be reunited" quest came out, so this is an old draft and it's not as intense as i'd like it to be. it can serve as a future ref tho down the line and i can always change some things :)
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Dainsleif has always believed that he is not one for love. He has no desire in reliving the same feeling of watching the ones he loves be taken away in Death's hands, whether it be through peaceful or brutal means. He is unable to stop inevitable Death and yet Death has inevitably stopped coming for him. That has been his curse for 500 years. But you aren't able to die either, that's what made you different from the others.
You traveled to different worlds with your dear twin, leading a fantastic and adventurous life till you came to Teyvat. He didn't think that he could meet someone like him again, excluding all the Archons and Adepti (though he knew that even they can die just like any other human, it just took a little more effort).
When you came to him to create some kind of ally-ship for the Guild's commissions, how could he refuse? You were just like your twin before the Abyss Order corrupted them, they were someone he was deeply attached to at the time before parting ways. Yet, Dain decided that he would keep this important information from you. It was nice having a travel partner to walk and talk with again, someone who was exactly like the other. It was like repeating history again, but this time, he could change the outcome.
He relishes in each little accidental touch and the barrage of different questions about the world and about him. Though he tried his best to steer the topics away, he'd find himself vaguely answering the few easiest ones.
Do you even have a last name? And what would you do with that information?
How old are you really? You would most likely consider it impossible if I told you.
What do you like to do Dain? A difficult question to answer, but I prefer reading.
He finds it humorous with your ever-growing curiosity about him and this makes him even more curious about you. Are you really a copy of your twin or did you have characteristics that varied from them?
What was your sibling like before the two of you came into this world? Caring, they've always cared about each creature or species in every world that we visited. Didn't matter if they were hostile or not, they've always attempted to befriend it before fighting.
What plans do you have after finding them? Well, that's easy to answer. we'll leave this world and go to the next, just like we always have.
Are you sure you are able to leave, after helping the many citizens of Teyvat? . . .
Your silence confirmed his suspicions, you didn't want to leave. Rather, that's what he wanted to interpreted it. Could you blame him though? You've done so many good deeds for the people, you would have to be lying if you said that you didn't feel like you had some kind of fondness for the world.
Memorization was of no difficulty for him either, he has read books that have long erased the history of his decimated nation or revised it to the point where Khaenri'ah was deemed as a 'good for nothing place'. None of them truly remembered the past like he was able to, none of them except those cursed Archons.
That's not all what he reads though, he reads many other things besides of what has become of his nation and its people. He has read children's books of the other nations, seeing the various cultures weaving into little drawings and simplistic words for the young ones to be able to understand. He has read adventure stories, he didn't mind whether they were fictional or not; some of them were thrilling and others were decent, it was easy to tell the overexaggerated content from the genuine.
More recently, he has been reading romance-based stories. He didn't know where it started but he knew that he was extremely out of practice — it's not like he chose to live 500 years of celibacy but at the same time, he kind of did choose to be alone — and so, he bought a book. And another. And another afterwards.
He's recited different passages to you from those stories when the both of you decided to rest for the night, watching how each of them affected you. Sometimes you looked away and mutter something he can't quiet hear, sometimes you flushed warm and push (more like a bashful shove) him away; other times you'd hide your face in your hands and stutter in a panic, that reaction was by far one of his favorites.
He likes memorizing the small details of what you do: how you'd brush the strands of hair out of your face after a battle, how you'd roll your shoulder after using a particularly strong elemental attack, how every time he uttered a soft praise to you, you would smile brightly in return. He was simply obsessed with the smallest details of you, new mental notes sticking in the back of his mind as he continued to travel with you.
Ever since the fall of Khaenri'ah, Dain's been wary of being close with others. He's lost everything and having any sentimental attachment will eventually become broken (like his past companionship with your sibling), so he develops an overattachment to you. You aren't able to go anywhere without him attached to your side, you jokingly compared him to Paimon at one point. 'Taller Paimon', as you call him.
He's afraid that you'll leave him so suddenly and thus, he sticks by you like an unnoticed thorn. It could be considered annoying, at least Paimon appears and disappears at will but him? He is constantly near you, not letting any part of you shrink back away from his gaze nor his touch. As he grows more clingy, you started to find yourself tucked in his arms each time the two of you wake up in the early morning, muttering a tired apology each time. But he didn’t mind, he has never minded at all. After all, he was the one that set it up that way.
He doesn't really consider himself as the jealous type, but it does irk him that you decide to interact with people who have the ability to injure you, such as that Mondstadt alchemist Albedo, or those nuisances of gods. It's quite a shame when he can teach and tell you everything that he knows without hiding much like the others, he was a walking history book that tells no lies like the Archons do. But you never asked much out of him, only about him and him alone.
Dainsleif is a patient man, years of living without the ability to die can do that to someone. He has waited for many things: food orders, people, traveling carts, and more; never once has he complained about lateness, he has all the time in the world to wait. So he takes his time "courting" you, other people could call it stalking but he felt like courting sound much more normal.
When you believe that you're alone, you're really not. He's always a decently good distance away from your sight, and when you take one step, he takes one as well. Dain had gotten good at hiding over the years and you had begun to feel a small sense of dread each time you went out, your peripherals barely catching the wisp of black and blue that you had originally thought was behind you. How else would he able to keep you out of trouble when you were by yourself?
When you finally meet your twin and found out about the past ally-ship Dain had with them, he realizes at that moment that all the trust that had been created between the two of you had been immediately destroyed. He had lied to you for weeks, months even. He knew how much you desperately wanted to see the other sibling, how much you wanted to be with them again, so why? Why did he keep this from you? He had to hold himself back from chasing the other and the Abyss Herald into one of their portals. Instead, he held you tightly in his arms to prevent you from chasing after them, ignoring how much you struggled and fought against his grip, how loudly you wailed in his arms to “LET ME GO”.
It was decided at that moment, this was the time for him to take you away from this harmful world. He has been patient long enough.
You didn't let him into your teapot to explain himself, still in denial about your twin being the head of the Abyss Order. You were understandably upset but that wasn't enough to stop him from taking action. So it didn't matter how much you struggled, his vision (or what seemed like a vision) kept you stiff as a board and thus you were transported to an area that you've never seen before in your exploration. You never thought that he would ever use his 'vision' against you but then again, did you ever really know him?
He can wait for you to calm down about being kidnapped, he can wait for you to accept that you'll never escape the place he decided to keep you in. He can wait and if it will take years for you to be able to understand the situation you're in, then so be it.
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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]
Notes: Hi everyone. Another big chapter today. The first part has some graphic smut, so feel free to skip to the line break if you want to avoid it. Hope you enjoy :)
Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List
Chapter Eight - The Tournament
Day Seven: Sunday
When Freed woke up, he thought he might be dreaming.
His head was resting against Gajeel's chest, cool and hairless. He could feel large hands running through his hair, and gently scratching at his scalp without too much pressure. His limbs were tangled up with Gajeel's, both of them without any clothes. The gentle vibrations of Gajeel's heartbeat was a pleasant sensation that made Freed smile a little, not moving to open his eyes.
The previous night had been… indescribable. Freed was a man who kept things to himself, and his past was one of his most guarded secrets. Yet sitting in the spring with Gajeel, he had felt compelled to say something. Something instinctive inside of him allowed for vulnerability, and there had been something so freeing about letting Gajeel know what his parents had done. It was more of a burden than he sometimes thought, and having Gajeel both listen to him, and seem to take his side in his own somewhat brutish way, was wondrous.
And then, of course, there had been what followed. The reason they were both in Freed's bed.
Freed was by no means a virgin. He'd had his fair share of partners, but he preferred to sleep with a man he cared for, meaning it had been some time since his last time with a man. Gajeel had been, by quite a considerate margin, the most passionate, all-consuming lover that Freed had been with. He somehow managed to balance a rough, domineering energy with shocking tenderness and the lightest of touches. The press of his strong body against Freed contrasted incredibly with the soft kisses and grazing knuckles.
It had been a night of body-shuddering, sheets-clenching, mind-melting sex.
"Hm," Gajeel purred a little. "Thinkin' about last night?"
"What makes you think that?" Freed spoke, voice sleepworn and croaky.
"'Cause yer naked, wrapped up real tight against me, and if it ain't yer dick pokin' my thigh then I'm real curious about what it is," Gajeel taunted, still scratching at Freed's hair and giving it a little tug. It gave him a flashed memory of being on all fours, Gajeel fucking him while yanking at his hair with cruel strength. "Yeah, yer thinkin' about last night. That good huh?"
"You certainly know how to treat a man," Freed chuckled; he didn't care to lie. Gajeel was jaw-droppingly good in bed. He ran a hand down Gajeel's strong body, grazing his dick. It was just as hard as Freed's. "As do I, it seems."
"Fuck yeah ya do," Gajeel was unashamedly grinning, and Freed chuckled. Gajeel looked down on him, grinning without repentance. "Want another round?"
"You think you can take it?" Freed quirked an eyebrow, smirking. "You were rather energetic last night, I wouldn't blame you if you're needing some time to let your muscles recover."
"You sayin' you think I've pushed myself," Gajeel cackled. "Pretty-boy, I was holdin' back."
Oh, that was a thought. If that were true then what would Gajeel be like when he let himself go? He would be an animal, and Gods would Freed like to witness it.
After glancing at the clock to see they had more than enough time before they would need to leave for the tournament, Freed pushed himself up. The movements shifted the sheets to the side, revealing both of their naked bodies, and Freed swallowed at the sight of the man below him. Muscles rippled, piercings gleamed, and hair spread across the sheets. Gajeel was grinning up at him, horny and expectant.
Straddling the dragon slayer, Freed leant down so their bodies were gliding together. Their dicks rubbed hard, and the cool steel of the rivet piercings that decorated Gajeel's shaft made Freed sigh. This man was made of metal, and it was intoxicating. Freed was addicted.
"You gonna ride me, Pretty-Boy?" Gajeel rasped. "Gonna ride my cock?"
"Ride you?" Freed chuckled. "Perhaps if you'd given me everything you had, I'd treat you. But as you were holding back, I don't think you've earned it," Gajeel whined in protest, and Freed laughed. "You'll enjoy what I have planned, my dear, I'm quite sure of that."
Before Gajeel could complain or question him, Freed pressed their lips together, rolled his hips, and pressed Gajeel into the mattress by the shoulders. Gajeel groaned through their kiss, and Freed felt him shudder under him as he ran his hands over Gajeel's stomach and chest. He grinned a little, pushed himself off of Gajeel and relished the groan of annoyance. He began to slowly pepper kisses down the man's body, starting at his chest, going lower to his abs, then to his naval. Gajeel sucked in a breath and Freed relished it.
How had things changed so much in so little time?
When his lips hovered above Gajeel's dick, he looked up at Gajeel with the most devilish smirk that he could muster. Gajeel looked at him as if breathless, and Freed slowly lowered his head down and licked the tip of Gajeel's aching cock.
"Holy shit," Gajeel gasped. "Y' don't have to. I know the metal ain't for everyone-"
Freed plunged Gajeel's dick deep into his mouth, deepthroating him in a single movement. The feeling of the fat, long dick, filled with cold, harsh metal, filling him was incredible, and he gagged a little around the fullness. He took every inch of the man's dick, forcing Gajeel to maintain eye contact with him. Gajeel let a small 'oh shit' slip out and fuck did it make Freed's dick twitch. He was very reactive to praise.
Swallowing the man's length, Freed began to raise and lower his head, and Gajeel moaned. The sound spurred Freed on, and he began to bob faster and faster, choking and moaning over the man's hard dick.
The taste of metal drove him wild.
Gajeel suddenly froze, let out a spew of curses, and his hands forced Freed's head down on his cock. Freed choked, and a moment later the brilliant sensation of hot cum filling his mouth overthrew everything. Gods it tastes so good.
Freed came without warning, spurting his own cum onto the sheets. His eyes shot open, and he continued thrusting Gajeel's dick deep into his throat. His thighs were trembling with the effort of remaining on his knees while he milked all of Gajeel's cum into his mouth. When he looked up, Gajeel was staring at him lust-struck and seemingly amazed. Freed smirked over the fat cock in his mouth, gave it a final teasing lick, and pushed himself up.
"A suitable replacement for a ride?" He teased, voice hoarse from the throat fucking.
"You just came?" Gajeel gasped, seemingly wonderstruck. "I didn't even touch ya - you didn't even touch yerself - and you came real fucking hard. Just because you were sucking me off?"
"It seems so," Freed smirked.
"Oh Pretty-Boy," Gajeel's tone held mischief and seduction. "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."
"Will you?" Freed asked. "Well, we've an hour before we need to shower, so perhaps you should start now."
Gajeel had launched himself onto Freed before he had finished speaking.
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"Gods dammit," Laxus grunted the moment he saw Freed. "You too, huh?"
Freed had walked into the guild, wanting to speak with his teammates after a week without contact. Evergreen had been at the bar, Bickslow was nowhere in sight, and as such Freed had walked to Laxus at their regular table. He had intended to ask as to how Laxus' week with Loke had been - the natural flirt wasn't an obvious easy pairing with someone as socially… complicated as Laxus - but the blonde had looked at him with an expression that was immediately annoyed. Freed didn't know why.
"Me too?" Freed asked, sitting opposite Laxus at their table. "Care to elaborate."
"You hooked up with your teammate too, didn't you," Laxus grunted, seemingly not pleased with the outcome.
Freed immediately stilled. His and Gajeel's night together was something that they hadn't spoken about with any seriousness, but they both had decided to keep it private. They didn't leave marks in places where they could be seen, they had tried not to look as though the dynamic of their relationship had been turned on its head when they had gotten into the guild, and Freed had even gone so far as to apply a pain-killing rune on his ass. He hadn't wanted people asking why he had a slight limp.
There was the issue of the piercings Freed now had, and the runic tattoo over Gajeel's exposed arm, but they could lie about that. It could have been passed off as a trust exercise or bonding experience. Fairy Tail was known for doing things with more intensity than required, their body modification could be seen as that happening again.
"What makes you think that?" Freed asked, cagey.
"You stink of iron and his cologne. Bet he stinks of you, too," Laxus huffed a little, and Freed frowned. He should have considered that... "You couldn't've at least showered after you did it, huh?"
"We did," He said firmly.
"Together or apart?" Laxus demanded. When Freed didn't answer, Laxus knew and rolled his eyes. "If it's gonna be a regular thing then you're going to need some stronger soap. Don't want to know every time he's been in bed with you."
"I suppose not," Freed chuckled. It was then when he remembered what Laxus had said in greeting, and frowned again. "You said 'me too' when you realised me and Gajeel had slept together. Have you and Loke started something?"
"What the fuck! No," Laxus exclaimed, before grunting. "I could've had him, but I didn't want him. No. Bicks and Gray are fucking as well."
"Really?" Freed frowned, looking over the banister. He scanned the room and his eyes settled on Gray, who was sitting on one of the many benches with Bickslow's arm around his shoulders, arguing with Natsu. Bickslow and his babies were offering words of support in the argument, and Bickslow was grinning widely. "How did that happen?"
"You remember when Bicks said he'd take his clothes off every time Gray did?" Laxus asked, and Freed nodded, vaguely remembering something of the sort. "He did it, apparently Gray was into it, and they started banging on the second night," Freed looked back at Laxus, who was frowning at him. "Dunno why that's a surprise considering what you and Gajeel did. Thought you didn't like each other. You aint the type to hate-fuck."
Freed thought for a moment. The shift from seething hatred, to tentative friendship, to what had happened the night before didn't exactly make sense to him. The piercings, runes, unison raids and demonic influence didn't make things easier to understand.
"We challenged our preconceived notions of one another, and found kinship," Freed said in explanation. "I would like to know why you seem a little huffy about it."
"Because I know you're not gonna fall into bed with a guy who's hot just because you wanna sleep with him. You're a guy who sleeps with someone they care about, probably only with a guy you could see yourself being with for a long time," Laxus shrugged. Freed didn't disagree, but didn't see how this was relevant. "If he's gonna be around you for a long time then he's gonna be around me for a long fucking time too. I'm gonna have to talk to him, get to know him, all that crap. Gonna have to do it with fucking Gray as well. I don't need that shit. Got enough friends."
"So your aversion to our relationships is because you dislike people?" Freed chuckled, and Laxus nodded. "So, not because you're still madly in love with me then?"
"Fuck you," Laxus gurnted, but grinned.
"I expect that you might say that if you were still interested in me," Freed teased, and Laxus rolled his eyes. "Though I expect if we were still together and you said that, you would be begging for it rather than demanding it. You were awfully needy, I recall."
"You know what, I'm glad you found him. You can piss him off rather than me," Laxus muttered, and Freed chuckled. Laxus' expression shifted to something more sinceer. "He good for you?"
"I think so," Freed nodded, smiling a little. "Unusual, I'll admit. But good."
"And yer demon ain't been fucking around?" Laxus looked serious now, and Freed understood why. The blonde did sometimes have a tendency to blame himself for the demon, even though Freed felt all the fault lay in his parent's actions. "It ain't done anything today. It gets bad today, right?"
"There was an incident in the week, but it was sorted before anything could come of it," Freed said, not wanting to go into details.
"You sure?"
"I am," Freed gave an honest response, and Laxus nodded a little.
For a moment, they both sat at their table. Laxus was drinking a tankard of beer while Freed polished his sword in preparation for the tournament. Freed had to admit that, although he had intended for his and Gajeel's relationship - whatever it was going to be - to be a secret, he felt warmed both by how Laxus hadn't questioned his closeness to Gajeel with anything more than curiosity, and how he had accepted the fact that Gajeel might be a part of their lives that was going to stay.
That felt nice too. The idea that Gajeel would be a mainstay in his life, and in the lives of their team. He wondered how Gajeel might interact with his team. He wondered what it would be like to return home with Gajeel after a night at the guildhall, drunk and cheerful. They might stumble into bed, and just laugh as they fall asleep side by side.
Freed would enjoy that.
"I'm sorry, I've ignored it long enough," Laxus suddenly said, and Freed looked towards him. "What the hell is with the piercings? You lost a bet to him or something?"
Freed just laughed, and decided he would tell Laxus the story.
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"And for the final fight of the day, the one you've all been waiting for, the battle for the championship," Makarov was yelling into a microphone, his voice echoing around the clearing behind Fairy Tail's guildhall. "On the left, we have Bickslow and Gray! On the right, we have Gajeel and Freed! Two teams that have proven themselves to be incredibly powerful over the day, crushing all competition before them. Are you both ready!"
Fuck yeah Gajeel was ready!
Today was his day. He'd woken up with the memory of fucking Freed hard all the damn night, only to have Freed wake up in his arms ready for a morning of more. When they'd gotten to the guild, he'd heard stories about teams that just hadn't worked out because they let their arguments get in the way, and it made him realise how fucking close he and Freed had been to ending up as another disaster. And throughout the tournament, the natural comradery that he and Freed had quickly developed had burst out and they had seemingly decimated their opponents in every match.
Now, all they had to do to win the prize was to beat up the Puppeteer and the Stripper. It was going to be easy, and Gajeel was already planning on what he would do with the prize. After seeing how Freed lived, Gajeel knew he couldn't stay, so the money was going towards a new place.
And then, they'd also get to make a forfeit for the overall losers. He hoped it would be Natsu. He was gonna make the flamebrain loudmouth his personal fucking footrest for a month. Maybe he'd even get a throne, just to piss him off more.
Freed would look good sitting in a throne.
He'd look better sitting in a throne naked.
But he couldn't think about this now. He nodded that he was ready, as did Freed, Gray and Bickslow. He needed to be in the zone to get the victory. He shouldn't underestimate Gray and Bickslow, who seemed to be almost as in tune as he and Freed were being. Maybe having sex with your teammate made you work well together? Who knew?
"And begin!" Makarov yelled.
As they had with each fight, Gajeel ran forward while Freed started casting runes. Gajeel allowed iron to replace his skin, and he extended an arm to land a punch at Gray. Gray blocked it with a shield of ice, which shattered and made him stumble. Gajeel pounced on the misstep and rammed his iron fist into Gray's stomach, knocking him into the dirt.
Before he noticed, Bickslow's dolls were above him and circling quickly. A beam of magic struck down on him, searing pain that he couldn't identify. It felt like fire and ice and lighting all at once. Gajeel hadn't fought against Bickslow before, so the burn of his magic was unfamiliar, and all Gajeel could think to do was cover himself as best he could with his iron arms and wait for the spell to end. It was hurting like fuck, but he was trapped in the spell.
Suddenly, it broke. Looking up, he saw runed implanted on the dolls. He grinned.
Freed was now fighting with his sword, with Gray using a weapon made of ice to parry the blows. They seemed well matched, so Gajeel turned to Bickslow who was looking at him with a manic expression. Bickslow raised a hand and made a beckoning motion, and Gajeel grinned. This would be fun.
He launched forward, going to punch Bickslow. The other man jumped back a few times, and Gajeel grunted with each missed hit. He had heard BIckslow was an acrobat, and he was dancing rings around Gajeel. His physical attacks anyway.
"Iron Dragon's Roar!" He yelled, and a beam of dragon slayer magic spurted from him.
Bickslow dodged it, of course, but Gajeel had wanted that. As Bickslow made some comment that got drowned out in the fighting, he had allowed Gajeel to target him. Thrusting his fist forward, he punched Bickslow in the jaw and made him stumble back. Gajeel didn't miss the opportunity he'd created, and lurched forward to pummel more punches into the man, only some of which his dolls managed to deflect.
Suddenly, a hammer made of ice slammed into Gajeel's head.
He stumbled back, wishing he had fully covered himself in iron. He looked to see Gray standing over Bickslow protectively, with a few spurts of blood from where Freed must have hit him. He could also see a small glow from one of Freed's runes on Gray's arm. He didn't know what the effect was, but he felt a swelling of pride. That was probably kinda stupid, but fuck it. His boyfriend was a badass and he was gonna be proud of it.
Was Freed his boyfriend? They didn't speak about it. Gajeel wanted to be Freed's boyfriend.
Before the thoughts could spiral, Gajeel felt Freed's hand on his shoulder. The fight had broken for a moment so they could all catch their breath and Bickslow could stand again, and Gajeel felt a fizzing on his arm, where Freed was touching him.
"It's immunity," Freed murmured, but was smirking. "Be prepared. This will be intense."
"Come on baby!" Bickslow yelled across the space. He was grinning with his tongue hanging out. "This ain't the time to be whispering sweet nothings into his ear."
"You're right," Freed smirked, and magic seemed to flow out from him. "Let's make this fun, shall we."
Walls of runes shot up around them, and the new rune on Gajeel's arm glowed and pulsed. Suddenly, Gray and Bickslow were being pushed into the ground in the same way Gajeel had been earlier in the week, and Gajeel grinned at the sight. They were taking this seriously, and Freed wasn't afraid to pull out some nasty tricks. Good.
In tandem, Freed and Gajeel began their assault. Freed started to cover their opponents in different types of pain runes, and Gajeel began slamming his fist into their bodies over and over, loving the feeling of the punches connecting.
Fuck this felt good! Brutal and unrepentant and-
This was all too violent. This was meant to be a friendly match, why was he enjoying this so much?
Realisation struck him, and Gajeel turned to look at Freed again. The man's demonic eye was glowing and a mist of magic was forming around it. Again, the demon had been influencing them both and making them more cruel than normal. Adrenaline was still running through Gajeel and there was a loud voice in his mind screaming at him to keep going, keep hitting, make them bleed and bruise and burn! But that was the demon, and who knew how bad it was for Freed.
Gajeel looked up, and saw that the full moon was parting the sky. It beat down on them, unimpeded by the clouds and hitting Freed directly. He quickly remembered that today was the shortest day of the year and fuck Freed was losing control.
He needed to stop this.
Suddenly, a dome of ice covered Freed, clearly from Gray. Gajeel didn't spare him a glance, because Freed was a priority, but he saw the walls of runes falling down. He felt the new rune on his shoulder suddenly disappear, and his gut started to flip. Was that Gray's magic cutting him off from the runes, or something more.
The fog from Freed's eye was getting thicker, and covering more space. The dome was quickly filled with mist, and Gajeel couldn't even see Freed inside of it. What the hell was happening? Was the ice making it worse? Magnifying the moon's effect somehow? Was that how it worked?
"Stop!" Gajeel yelled when he saw Gray running at him. "Fuckin st-"
The ice exploded.
Freed wasn't standing there anymore. The demon was.
Power exploded, knocking every mage watching the fight to the floor. Gajeel scrambled and failed to keep himself upright, and he was flung to the dirt. Dread filled him, because even though he had only seen Freed's demonic form standing there for a second, he knew that Freed wasn't in control.
"Gajeel Redfox," A voice like Freed's, but warped and mutated and cruel echoed through the courtyard. Everyone was watching, but Gajeel was transfixed by the demon. "Did you like the little dream I sent you? The one where I told you what would happen if you attempted to claim what belonged to me. The one that made it very clear that this body is mine to play with. The one that you ignored."
What the fuck. What the fuck!
The dream had been from the demon. The dream where everyone was dead or nearly dead and they were trying to kill Freed and Gajeel couldn't do anything. The one he had so desperately been trying to ignore. The dream was from the demon!
"The message was ignored, so perhaps I should be clear," The demon walked towards Gajeel, slowly. "You should learn to leave well enough alone. Because this body is mine to toy with. And as you've disrupted that, I intend to fix the issue."
A tendril of black magic - the same black magic that had hit him in his fight against Freed - shot out from the demon's claw. It coiled around Gajeel, who could only scream as a pain like nothing he could imagine filled him. It was every aspect of agony condensed into a single feeling which was designed to explode on his skin. The pain was overwhelming, and Gajeel only barely recognised that he was being lifted off the ground, the coil of darkness wrapping tight around his neck.
"You should have left him alone," The demon snarled at Gajeel, dragging him closer. Gajeel could see the fangs, the scales, the cruelty. "He's so much more fun when he's alone. And he will be again, soon enough."
The coiling darkness tightened. It was going to kill him.
He was struggling to breath now, and the demon forced him to maintain eye contact as his life was sapped away from him. He tried to struggle but there was nothing he could do.
"Freed, if yer in there I want you to-"
"He won't be able to do anything," The demon chuckled, and Gajeel was thrust forward so his nose grazed the demon's. "He's as good as dead. The only difference is, he's still conscious enough to watch what's about to happen."
Gajeel had never wanted to kill something before. He did now.
Before he could retort, a flurry of manic lightning shot from the sidelines and slammed into the demon. It winced, turning towards where Laxus was standing, now covered in lightning and with fury on his face. Gajeel struggled, hoping that the distraction would be enough for him to escape the coiling darkness, but the grasp of magic seemed to get tighter. He gagged a little, and his vision started to turn black, but he kept on fighting.
Lightning shot towards the demon again, but this time the vivid yellow turned to jet black, and the demon seemed to consume it rather than being hit by it. The demon started to walk towards Laxus, and Gajeel felt the binds tightening around him even more. Fuck, he was going to get crushed to death.
"You all wish to fight, it seems," The demon said, looking around at the array of mages ready to pounce. His eyes settled on Gajeel, and it grinned. "Let's make your dreams come true, shall we."
Fuck. Shit!
The magic coiling around Gajeel suddenly disappeared, and Gajeel was dropped into the dirt again. His muscles ached and his heartbeat was hammering. He did his best to get back to his feet so he could do something to help Freed, but his body had been sapped of energy and he could barely get to his knees. When he looked up - panting, bleeding and arms shaking with effort - the demon was looking at him with sadistic glee. Runes shot up around Gajeel, a cylindrical prison identical to the one that he had been trapped in in his dream.
Gods, it couldn't be happening. His dream had been awful and it was going to come true if he couldn't do something. But what the hell could he do?
The members of Fairy Tail started trying to attack the demon, with Laxus, Evergreen and Bickslow taking the lead. Natsu was soon on his feet, as were Mirajane, Gray and Elfman. Whether they knew what was happening or not, Gajeel couldn't be sure, but something innate inside of him wanted to scream at them to stop. Attacking the demon wasn't going to get Freed back, it was probably going to get them killed, and dammit this wasn't how to get rid of the demon. It was a blight on Freed's soul, not on his body!
Magic welled up around the runic prison, and Gajeel stumbled to his feet. Fire, lighting, dust, ice, water, and pure magical chaos all flew towards the demon, and yet with a wave of it's hand, the demon dismissed it and countered them all with ease. They needed to stop; this wasn't how to save Freed!
Gajeel's runes started to glow.
Energy suddenly coursed through him, unnatural and unfamiliar. As chaos unfolded around him, Gajeel found himself transfixed by the glowing lettering on his arm. Magic - runic magic, not Dragon Slayer - was filling him now. It was powerful, addictive, and something new.
With a punch, the force of which was stronger than Gajeel had ever managed before, he managed to shatter the runes keeping him in place. The demon turned to him, face without emotion but a snarl ripped through it's throat. Gajeel felt adrenaline coursing through him like he never had before, and he raised the arm covered in runes, purple magic flickering from the exposed skin. For only a second, the demon flickered back to Freed, who was clearly trying to fight.
Freed was still in there. He had a chance.
That's what these runes were for. Not just marking. Not just a coincidence. They were Freed's magic, anchoring them together so Gajeel could pull Freed back from the edge.
"What was that?" The demon snarled when it took over. "What did you do?"
"I just figured some shit out," Gajeel grinned, walking towards the demon and covering his body in Iron. The runes still glowed. "Me and him, y'see, we're soulmates. I know, he knows it, and our magic fuckin' knows it. And yer a sadistic motherfucker who's been eating away at him for far too fucking long now. Not anymore. So I think it's up to me to cleanse his soul."
The magic erupted inside of him, and scales of iron covered him. His teeth grew sharper and his magic roiled inside of him. His dragon force was taking over, more powerful than it had ever been before. Runes covered every inch of his body. He glowed with the minging of his magic and Freed's, and felt more powerful than he could have ever imagined.
At that moment, he was a monstrous force of nature. Nothing could stop him.
With every step he took towards the demon, it's grasp on Freed seemed to lessen. Even being in Gajeel's overwhelming presence seemed to make it's dominance over Freed flicker back and forth. Freed was fighting the demon's control, and his body mutated back and forth between monster and man.
His eyes met Gajeel's, and a look of wonderment and relief filled his expression. Freed grit his teeth and managed to hold onto control, if only for a moment. That was all the time Gajeel needed.
"Let's sort this shit out right now," Gajeel proclaimed as he stalked towards Freed. "I'm yours and yer mine," He was chest-to-chest with Freed now, and wrapped a hand around the back of Freed's head, holding and anchoring him. "And as long as I'm still standin', that demon ain't got a fuckin claim on you. You understand me. Yer fucking mine!"
"Your damn right I am," Freed whispered, and had the smallest of grins.
Gajeel pulled Freed to him, and kissed the hell out of him.
Magic of cataclysmic power exploded around them, pushing everyone but the two of them to the ground. Gajeel dragged Freed as close as he could to him, his draconic body melding with Freed. The runes painted onto Gajeel were burning with the most addictive power that he had ever felt, and it was as if the feeling Gajeel had been unknowingly hunting for his life had suddenly been bestowed upon him. This moment was something he was destined to do.
The darkness that the demon had forced on Freed seemed to be burning away. Even Gajeel could feel the force of something wrong leaving Freed, and he pulled the man closer to him as the spirit seeped from Freed's soul.
As they kissed, a cloud of sentient shadows rose up around them. They pulled apart with the overwhelming force of evil looking down at them, searching for another soul to take over. Without needing to speak, both men turned to the demon's smokey form and raised their intertwined hands. Magic shot fourth without effort nor complication, and Freed's runes entrapped the demon while Gajeel's iron destroyed it.
Another unison raid, which came to them like second nature now.
"It's gone," Freed whispered, pulling away. "It's actually gone."
"Yeah it is," Gajeel agreed, pressing his forehead against Freed's. "It ain't ever hurtin' you again, y'hear me. Never."
"I know," He grinned, elated. "Gajeel, I lo-"
He passed out in Gajeel's arms before he could finish.
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dreamsapphire28 · 3 years
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Welp writing vampire Mc made want to write werewolf Mc again so here's this idea I've had for a while. This is kinda of a continuation of my last werewolf mc fanfic. This one has an implied, ahem "steamy", scene nothing is actually written in the story, but y'know it's implied that it did happen.
Man I'm in such a monster f*cker mood right now
Everyone: We're in june
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Sharing a secret can truly make two persons grow closer, Akemi and Kengo got along just fine ever since the whole affair with the Ikebukuro Berserkers was concluded, as different as they were those two just seemed to connect, there was also the detail that when they ware banishing the exceptions he had only kissed Kengo but that was secret that Akemi decided to hold onto at least for now. Kengo finding out that Akemi was werewolf had actually improved their relationship, at first he was worried Kengo would start avoiding him or be weirded out by it, but Kengo just looked at him and said 'You're still my partner nothin' can change that' Kengo might never know just how much it meant for Akemi to hear that. So Akemi thought that he might as well take the plunge and confess his feelings for Kengo, he already knew the werewolf thing so a little love confession shouldn't be too much to handle, right?. While Kengo did not turn him down it took him a few moments to process what Akemi had said before he could scramble together a response, in the end Kengo did say yes, through a lot of stuttering and a very red face, but nonetheless reciprocated the feelings, as relieved as Akemi was that Kengo did love him back he couldn't help but think that the way Kengo answered was completely adorable.
Outwardly things didn't change much between them, they still trained together, participated in guild fights, hanged out with their guildmates and classmates and of course Kengo still called Akemi partner. But there were a few note worthy changes like how they always arrived together at their classes and guild meetings, they spent a lot of time in each other's dorm rooms, how strangely easy it became for Shiro to get Kengo to study whenever he told him Akemi would be studying with them.
When it came to showing affection Kengo and Akemi where quite different, Akemi was more verbal showering Kengo with praises and compliments at every chance while also having no sense of restrain always going out of his way to say something nice to Kengo, on the other hand Kengo was more physical hugs, putting his arm around Akemi's shoulders or just quietly enjoying being close to him, he was also in the opposite end when it came to actually expressing his affection, Akemi was quite smooth when he wanted to show Kengo some appreciation while Kengo was a bit more clumsy. Knowing that Akemi was a werewolf Kengo of course helped Akemi sneak out of Shinjuku Academy every night with a full moon, even though Akemi protested that he didn't have to, but Kengo had always been stubborn like that and would't take a no for an answer, even if he had some difficulties when showing how much he cared about him when it came to making sure Akemi was safe Kengo was not willing to back down a single inch.
Spending so much more time together also made Kengo notice that Akemi's more wolfish side was present even when he wasn't turned or even close to a full moon, like how he swore he could almost see a tail wagging behind Akemi whenever they saw each other or how he got "territorial" whenever Akemi deemed someone to be a little too close to Kengo sometimes even growling sometimes, in some instances for Kengo it felt as if he had an overprotective puppy for a boyfriend. Akemi's more possessive behaviours got more intense the closer it got to the full moon while his receptiveness to Kengo's affection became smaller. The time Kengo decided to ask Akemi why he seemed like he didn't even want to be touched when the full moon got close was one of the first times Kengo got to make Akemi genuinely flustered. Akemi told Kengo that as the full moon got closer he grew restless and he got a little too easily "exited" whenever Kengo was near. Of course not saying it outright made the meaning behind the words fly completely over Kengo's head which forced Akemi to use more blunt terms, by the end of the explanation both of them were equally flustered.
At the moment it was late at night Kengo was laying on his back with his hands behind his head on Akemi's bed looking at the ceiling with Akemi sitting beside him, who was reading a book he had opened on his lap "Partner do we really have to to spend the whole night studying" Kengo groaned "We? as far as I know I'm the only one studying, besides I'm not keeping you here you can go do something else if you want" Akemi retorted "But I want to do something with you" Kengo admitted quietly, Akemi chuckled when he heard that "Cute, but I'm about to lose an entire night worth of study in a few days and we have a test coming up" Akemi noted "Sure you can spare one or two nights" Kengo offered "With how unpredictable things are around me? I have no idea when will be the next time I can sit down to review the class material" Akemi pointed out. Even though the idea of going out and doing practically anything else than what he was doing right now sounded tempting to Akemi, with the full moon a mere days away he found himself with a lot of energy to burn it was taking a lot of his willpower to keep himself seated just going through his notes and Kengo being there trying to convince him to do otherwise was certainly not helping him. Kengo could tell that Akemi wanted to leave just as badly as him, Kengo might not be the brightest person out there but he had gotten pretty good at noticing things about Akemi, so he wanted to goad him into doing something that he would enjoy a bit more, Kengo just needed a way to distract Akemi and he had, what he thought to be, the perfect plan. Kengo only had to rile him up enough that Akemi would just agree go do something more fun. Brilliant right?
Kengo sat up and wrapped his arm around Akemi's shoulder pulling the shorter male close to him " C'mon partner don't be such a Shiro" Kengo goaded "Kengo stop that" Akemi whined "We both know you want to stay here as much as I want to, so let's just cut loose for a while" Kengo was sure Akemi was about to cave in, he used his other hand to pet Akemi for good measure, it always helped get Akemi in a good mood when he was in wolf form. Kengo was about to continue to convince Akemi but the words died in his throat when he heard a deep growl coming from Akemi, within the next seconds Akemi had pounced on Kengo pinning him to the bed by the shoulders, Kengo just stared at Akemi in surprise, Akemi looked down at him, lips pulled back in a snarl revealing sharp fangs. Akemi was deceptively strong specially considering the difference in height and build between them, feeling sharp claws pressing down on his shoulders Kengo realised that he had not been dealing with a puppy, he was dealing with a wolf, a predator, one that had been far too lenient on him. As Akemi's now golden eyes bore into him, Kengo tried to speak to calm down Akemi but was again silenced by another growl, now he could only brace himself for what was about to happen.
The next morning Kengo woke up still in Akemi's feeling completely spent, he was also tucked in he couldn't remember ever putting the sheets over him, but to be fair after a certain point the memories of the past night just blurred together, Kengo could also feel someone hugging him from behind, most certainly Akemi. The scene was almost comical Akemi, who was both shorter and had a smaller frame than Kengo was the big spoon, or at least trying his best. After a few seconds Kengo decided to remove the covers and the sight that greeted him was unexpected to say the least his body was littered with claw marks all over his torso, arms and he could only assume his back did not fare any better there were even a few bite marks on his inner thighs, shoulders and neck, at first glance it seemed like Akemi might have let himself go a bit too much, even then as frenzied as he was Akemi apparently took enough care to not be excessively rough since none of the cuts were particularly deep or painful at the moment.
Later at first period in classroom B-2
"Is there something on my face Ryota?" Kengo asked somewhat annoyed with Ryota's constant staring "N-no it's just that you're wearing the uniform jacket" Ryota sputtered out "So what's the deal?" Kengo asked "That you never wear it" Ryota answered hesitantly "He's right Kengo, why would you wear it now of all times" Shiro interjected. Of course Kengo was wearing the academy uniform jacket because he wanted to hide the marks that Akemi leaved all over him, as Kengo had put it earlier when talking to Akemi he looked like he had a wrestle match with a wild animal and loss, though if half the things he could remember of last night did happen he could hardly feel like a looser, he stopped himself before saying that last part out loud in front of Akemi. "It's kinda cold that's why" Kengo lied it wasn't uncommon for Kengo to have scars on him, but the amount he had now would surely raise some alarm, besides there was a very noticeable bite mark on the nape of his neck that Kengo was very intent on hiding "It is, in fact, not cold right now Kengo" Shiro stated matter of factly "You don't have to lie if you just don't want to tell us" Shiro concluded "Awww but I want to know why you suddenly decided to wear it Kengo" Akemi insisted having a very smug expression on his face "Not that it doesn't look good on you, but I kinda like how you look without it" Akemi added teasingly, never before had Kengo wanted to punch a smirk out of someone's face so badly, and that was saying a lot already, Akemi knew precisely why he was wearing the jacket, moreover he had insisted for Kengo to not wear it, Akemi was apparently very proud about leaving all those scars on Kengo, if the the almost five minutes he spent after waking up kissing the bite mark on Kengo's right shoulder and the scratches on his upper back or the way Akemi sneaked glances at the scars he left on Kengo while grinning were hinting at anything. Kengo was about to tell Akemi where he could stick it when Mr. Mononobe announced the start of the class.
Shiro had called for a guild meeting the day before, so now that the classes were dismissed for the day Kengo and Akemi found themselves walking together to the safe house "You're can be a jerk you know that?" Kengo said annoyed "I only gave you my opinion on how I thought you'd look better, I don't see anything wrong with that" Akemi answered with a barely contained snicker "You're the worst" Kengo grumbled "Hey!, i'd be careful if I were you, the full moon is still coming up, you might get a few more scratches if you keep that up" Akemi joked, making Kengo blush "What's the matter, afraid of a good time?" Akemi teased almost giggling "Shut up" Kengo mumbled "Come on I'm just playing with you" Akemi said latching himself to Kengo's arm "I'm very grateful that you wanted to help me, I thought I made that abundantly clear this morning. So even if I'm the worst you should know that you're the best boyfriend ever" Akemi concluded. Even being this embarrassed Kengo could clearly see that Akemi was in a very cheery mood normally this close to a full moon he'd be skittish, borderline irritable and most of all he'd refuse to touch him all together, so in the end his plan to help Akemi unwind had worked, besides Kengo ended up enjoying himself quite a bit too, in the back of his mind Kengo found himself considering the idea of asking Akemi if they should make this a regular occurrence.
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roseylaces · 7 years
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I'm sorry but why do you like sword art online so much??? And like is Asuna really strong.. because didn't she "die" (and how is she alive even -___-) and also got captured and molested and stripped yet didn't at least yell at the man or something? Like, she could've kicked - sorry in advance if her legs were chained up or something I forgot but? Idk spat at him?
okay this answer is going to be really long, so apologies in advance if that’s not your style… yet this ask ticked something in me, and i have to justify myself as to why i love sao, and why asuna is such a strong heroine, character, and person.
first of all, i definitely think this ask could’ve been worded better. wondering how asuna survived sao and forgetting what even happened during the final battle in fairy dance is a definite indicator of your lack of research.
im hoping that the answer to your first question will become evident as i answer your other queries, because im sure my passion for the series will come to light.
for your second question, yes, asuna truly is strong, in every sense of the word. she is physically strong, mentally strong, and spiritually strong. at the beginning of sword art online, asuna was a fifteen year old girl, suddenly removed from everything she knew. from the safe, incubator-style life she had lived up until that point, from her parents, life, and school, into a world where she did not know a single thing; a place where she had to fight to live without even knowing how. she had to constantly overcome her own mind, and strive to survive in a world that always tried to end her. if you were faced with the prospect of death at the slightest wrong turn, would you even try to push forward? i doubt many people would, yet asuna did. despite knowing that her efforts may amount to nothing, she refused to sit still, constantly fighting mobs in the first floor’s dungeon just to prove that she would not give in. she went to the most dangerous part of the floor at that time, and battled. from the beginning, her worth as a member of the game’s frontlines was secured, and even kirito knew this. when she first met kirito, she told him that she had to fight, and how that would be the one thing to determine her worth. if she was going to die, she was to do it on her own terms. how much strength must you possess to overcome a will to admit defeat and harness a determination to not play by the rules? not even kirito was able to think that way.
additionally, she is physically strong. after the sao incident, she pushed her weakened body to its limits, refusing to let what had happened to her determine her future. im not lying when i say she could definitely beat kirito in a real-life fight if that were to ever happen. shes very active, and even before the sao incident she was a fit person, which was one of the reasons why her agility in sao was so great. a part of the indicator for abilities in sao, although primarily determined by the system, also comes down to physical prowess, and this is something that enabled asuna to continue to be perceived as strong.
further to this, she’s spiritually strong. even after kirito found her in the first floor dungeon, she refused to become a damsel who submitted herself to her ‘more powerful’ partner, seeking to possess further strength so that she could be his equal. even when she joins the knights of the blood and she falls in love with kirito, she does not let this love stand in the way of her mission and purpose, instead utilising this to enable her to become even stronger. she now had something to fight for. she would not let the game take him from her, or take her from him. asuna is a rare heroine because romance did not become her strength, but instead allowed her strength to become purposeful. shes very inspirational in this regard, and truly is strong. she knows her weaknesses and turns them into power.
during boss battles and whilst frontlining, asuna never, ever let kirito do anything that would deny her determination and personal strength. she fought as her own person, was revered as the subleader of the biggest guild, and was able to do so because she possessed such powers. yes, she fought alongside kirito, but he never shut her out for her safety or dulled her light. she protected her own raid party, sometimes up to 47 others, kept control of the guild, and made the most out of every unfortunate situation. she entered sao not knowing a single thing about mmorpg combat, but she continued to learn, and utilise this new knowledge in order to push herself further. she saw kirito as a partner and a mentor, and soon became his equal and, i would even say, surpassed him in her understanding of technique and strategy. although she is partnered with kirito often, she is always considered her own player, her own person, dubbed ‘the flash’. only truly strong players are given nicknames, and this is an indicator of her strength.
and yes, asuna did die within sao during the 75th floor boss fight. she died because she sacrificed herself for the sake of the entire raid group; for the entire player population of sao. asuna knew that if it came down to either her or kirito, kirito would be the one that had to live in order to continue the endeavour towards beating the death game. he had the dual blade wielding ability, he was chosen by heathcliff/kayaba to be the game’s sole saviour. she jumped in front of heathcliff, a seemingly immortal object, to take the blow for kirito and give him a chance to fight and win. she did not die unnecessarily, she did not die in vain. she knew that her sacrifice would be for the sake of those 8,000 players still within sao. this act in itself is the true indicator of asuna’s strength. the ability to think of the greater good over one’s own self, and the act of sacrifice in such a dismal and dire situation, are both things that only those who are truly powerful in their mentality and sense of self would be able to do.
asuna was able to live because kayaba recognised this power. he recognised that asuna’s death was valiant and altruistic. her defeat was for the sake of those she did not even know. i know many people say that she jumped in front of heathcliff with for the sole purpose of protecting kirito, but this greatly undermines asuna. although, yes, she wanted to protect him, she was also thinking about the bigger picture - the future of sao - and knew that kirito was the necessary piece in the game to ensure survival. he would be the beacon of hope, and asuna knew that this was not the role set of her. so she did what she had to do, even if this ended her life. kayaba realised that asuna did not deserve to die, that her sacrifice was so great that to kill her would defeat the purpose of his ‘world’. so he saved her. it was her reward for possessing such inner strength.
to answer your third question, asuna was bound by her hands to the ceiling within the last battle scene with fairy king obeiron (sugou), and constrained by the manipulation of gravity as utilised by sugou by the alfheim system. she could not move at all, and these chains were deemed as immortal objects by this same system. also, asuna did yell at sugou. she demanded for him to stop. yet there was not much she could do, given the situation. if she refused too fervently, sugou could have hurt kirito more severely than what he did by turning down the pain absorption to a lower level, and if that had occured, she would never have been able to forgive herself. the lower pain absorption would have hurt her, too, and this is a key factor to keep in mind when analysing this scene. asuna had to make very quick, very calculated decision in such a short and desperate span of time. she had to decide the best way to ensure her and kirito’s safety, which would be so so difficult, seeing as the safest option would be to have sugou sexually harass her, to satisfy him and hopefully prevent him from doing anything horrific. of course, she would not want this, but thinking about the bigger scheme of things, sugou harming her would be better than fighting back, which may have resulted in having kirito or herself killed. she had to restrain her desires to give up for the sake of their best interests. that’s another exhibition of her strength, and further proves my initial proposal. further to this, she would not spit on sugou because she would in no way stoop to his level. she had to be above him, and refuse him in a way that proved his abhorrent insolence. asuna is so so strong because of this, and she is such a wonderful character.
as i said at the beginning, this became very long, but i truly am passionate about proving that asuna is a strong character, and that sword art online is so much more than what people think it to be. the characters are very complex and three dimensional, the story is engaging and very well thought out, and nothing happens without a reason. every action has a reaction, and kawahara-sensei is a master novelist for this reason. if i can convince even one more person that sao is not worth the hate it gets, or that asuna is not just a member of kirito’s (non-existent) harem, i feel like i would have done my job as an advocate for the series, and i hope people come to understand my love for the series and its characters.
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uhh hi i have Questions regarding those hcs: 1) [nsfw] i didn't know getting fucked on all fours was roro's LEAST fav position because that's what love did FIRST?? he's sorry. unless robin liked it. smiles. 2) survivor's guilt pls expand, what happened? why doesn't he use his real last name? 3) do you have any team hcs! 4) lag in formal education? 5) i love u
we wanted to reveal backstory stuff ic only because robins v private with an intense early life but whatever lets do this shitstorm.
1. gross. answered the nsfw privately to you.
2. survivor's guilt pls expand, what happened? why doesn't he use his real last name?
survivor’s guilt is how his ptsd manifests itself the most. sleep disturbance and nightmares, social withdrawal, mood swings and irritability are big with him. when the trauma felt too close he used to self-medicate by drinking. alcohol was the easiest thing for him to access even when he was underage. but robin has never had a high alcohol tolerance or a healthy sense of pacing (he would binge drink once or twice a week). it always made him sick, feel worse while recovering, impaired his daily life enough that it dashed some education and career prospects. this relates to the lag in formal education. for a while he was in a shit place at an age when a lot of kids went to combat school. going to school was the furthest thing from his mind when he just wanted to get by each day, make lien, try to be happy. the mentor who taught robin archery in the first place was a hometown hero success story, a huntress, and part of the guild that robin was a member of for most of his youth- more of a ‘young mens association’ or a futuwwa that wasn’t restricted to men. 
Futuwwa (Arabic: فتوة, "young-manliness" or "chivalry") was a conception of moral behavior around which myriad institutions of Medieval confraternity developed. With characteristics similar to chivalry and virtue, these communal associations of Arab men gained significant influence as stable social units that exerted religious, military, and political influence in much of the Islamic world.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futuwwa
robin and this huntress became really close. talking about their full relationship i won’t do here because it’s long and important. robins combat style and all of its unconventional-ness mirrors hers. she was without a doubt one of the most important people in his life. she started robin on a path that could have become a local success story too; something similar to pyrrha’s fame via tournament competitive success, which robin came to love participating in starting with archery tournaments moving into combat tournaments. but robin fell off the wagon fucking hard and any brilliant word like prodigy that used to be attached to him is long dead and gone. robin is fine with this.
he has largely kicked binge drinking. he drinks socially but only in good company. no straight hard liquor. fine with wine, beer, nursing one glass or bottle for a very long time, maybe a mixed drink but hes careful of those since they can be deceptively easy to drink while getting you fucked up.
what happened? i won’t say exactly what happened but robin didn’t have to personally dirty his hands to know that it was his own blindness and selfish selflessness (i.e. robin hooding, stealing from the rich to give to the poor, adventuring, other philanthropic-questionable ventures that his association did) that put his family at risk in the first place. he was orphaned and feels guilt over being left alive. his parents died unfairly and violently by people who robin knew and associated with. the guild gave itself a protector type role over the community. their town was poorer, vulnerable, far from the capital that can’t keeping up everything happening in periphery regions. these associations helped maintain peace. or they made youths into rapscallions. depends who you asked. 
robin feels like he could have prevented his parents deaths if only he made different decisions. maybe if he didn’t steal. maybe if stayed home more and helped around the house by getting a normal job in town. maybe even if he wasnt a part of the guild at all even though it was his life. he failed his do-goodery in the worst possible way. he has days where he feels wrong for being the one to survive. wrong being alive period. he has never sought vengeance against whoever actually did the deeds. he has complicated feelings towards the word victim, if he even is one, etc.
now robin is extremely estranged from his hometown, his community, and the only remaining immediate family member he has, his younger sister wren (winny), to the point that he is not sure if she is still alive or not. they’ve completely lost track of each other for three years now and barely communicated before that, maybe once or twice a year not always directly (eg. robin being informed of wren’s whereabouts via someone else. robin sending her lien). but robin is sure she would want nothing to do with him anyway because she believes robin is to blame for the death of their parents. wren has never been responsive. never once accepted a transfer of money from him. supposedly called it blood money. maybe she thought robin still lived a certain lifestyle. maybe she knows he still has a bounty on him. there’s not much he can do or feels he has the right to do about salvaging their relationship when she doesn’t want him and is probably better off without him.
he doesn’t use his real last name mostly for this. his sister wants nothing to do with him. their shared surname gained some notoriety due to the ordeal that got their parents killed and robin’s involvement in the association (like disney’s robin hood he had become a key part of a merry band and was a bit of a poster child). robin hopes wren can live with and recover from everything faster by completely disassociating his place within the branches of their family tree. it was something he thought about a lot especially as they grew more estranged. at the same time it was part of the withdrawal and distancing that survivor’s guilt gave him. it’s not perfect logic. the decision might be saving himself more than his sister, who’s now bearing the family name without a chance for a reinvention as thorough as robin’s, who has moved away, lived alone for a few years, gone to school better late than never, and become a huntsman-in-training able to re-join and contribute to society in good ways unless someone discovers and cares about that bounty enough to try and claim it. robin isn’t very concerned about that.
after a long process he legally changed his last name to dogwood on his 18th birthday. dogwood is a flowering tree that symbolizes renewal and beginnings.
someone using his real last name feels like deadnaming. it hasn’t happened in years. he enrolled into haven as robin dogwood. no one knows it’s not his ‘real’ surname, not his teammates, not anyone new he meets. not many know his past enough to dig it up.
3) do you have any team hcs!
evie (evelyn) is the G in RGNT and a partner that robin relies on. she’s basically co-leader. robin will defer to anyone on his team if they’ll do the thing better than he can. his guild experience and long apprenticeship under a huntress helps his leadership. he’s fine with taking orders and knows how to assign roles and when roles don’t mean shit as long as they can get through a mission. his personality isn’t as free and lively as it was in the past although he has flickers of slyness and wildness that still come out. his teammates don’t hate him probably.
4) lag in formal education?
answered in 2. robin did not go to a combat school. he enrolled as a first year student of haven academy a couple years older than the age of most first year students who enroll at 17. he’s a first year student who’s 20 or 21 verse dependent. imo this kind of thing doesnt feel like it would be exceptional considering how dangerous remnant is and how peoples lives can get fucked and disrupted by everything from grimm to local crime and violence. imo invitations like rubys or exceptions like blake or tricks like jaune’s probably happen a lot as long as they talk to the headmaster about it first or find a loophole. we’ve seen with blake how the student doesn’t even have to divulge every single detail or rationalization on why they want to enroll as long as they test well and are skilled. robin tested very well in combat. he took placement tests for whatever subjects was needed since he had no transcript. and he became acquainted with lionheart’s office once or twice before being accepted to haven.
5) i love u 
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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]
Notes: Hi everyone. It's time for one of the most important chapters. Prepare yourself for more dreams, more unfortunate situations, and some real conversations! Hope you all enjoy. Also, there's mentioned homopobia in this chapter, so be aware before you progress.
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Chapter Seven - Resting
Day Six: Saturday
Metalicana had often talked to Gajeel about the culture of Dragons. He has explained folklore, rites of passage, and the day to day lives of people of the time. One such aspect of his culture which had always stayed with Gajeel was the Draconic perception of a soulmate.
Minn Maðr. My Person.
Gajeel had been told that every person had a specific group of people who they were destined for. A group of people linked to them by fate. Unlike other interpretations of soulmates, the Draconic culture didn't limit their relevance to a romantic partner. They could be a lover, a friend, or an enemy. Their influence on the person's life was only rivalled by the passion they would feel for each other. A Minn Maðr was someone who brought your emotions to a boil, and made your mind explode.
Everything about Freed had brought out the intensity inside of Gajeel. First, it had been rage. Then, something new. Something unfamiliar. Something that made Gajeel take note of Freed's smile, that made him worry about the demon living in his soul, that made him able to perform a fucking unison raid!
Maybe Metalicana was right? Maybe Freed was a Minn Maðr.
But they'd only really know each other for a week. Half of that week, they'd both been unwittingly influenced by a demon that was meant to make their moods shitty. He couldn't be sure of his own feelings. He couldn't be sure of anything when it came to Freed.
He really should listen to his own damn advice and not think too much about this.
Like that was easy! His magic had merged with a stranger, and left Freed covered in piercings. Gajeel hadn't exaggerated when he said he wouldn't be able to remove them; they looked like they were merged with his skin. Sure, Freed claimed he had a weird sense of excitement at what had happened and Gajeel felt the same way at the runes now on his body, but he couldn't know how Freed was actually reacting. Unless he was pushed to his limits, Freed was a pretty closed book.
Fuck, this wasn't helping. It was three in the morning, Gajeel was thrumming with energy even after doing sit-ups and push-ups for nearly an hour, and his mind was a mess. He jumped up from the floor, rolled his shoulders back and walked to the standing mirror and assessed his new look. He couldn't help but smile.
Did the runes mean anything? Did it matter?
Metalicana had also told Gajeel about his inner dragon. It wasn't a literal thing, like Freed's demon, but it did exist. It was like a voice in his head, or a gut instinct. Gajeel had learnt that he should listen to the dragon, and right then the dragon was preening with delight at the runes. Every time he looked at the runes, it felt like he'd been wrapped up in a blanket and given a mug of tea, but also like he'd had the best, roughest fuck of his life. It wrecked his body in an indescribably amazing way.
Standing naked, he wondered what it would be like if his whole body was covered in runes. It would be like Freed's magic was coiling around him, sending an undeniable message that he and Freed were linked. That thought was too damn appealing, and he would look hot as hell.
Maybe Freed would do it. Maybe he'd let Gajeel cover him in more piercings. Gods, the thought of getting more of his iron in the man made his cock pulse with excitement.
Fuck! How the hell were his feelings for Freed such a mess so suddenly?
Sleep would solve it all. He was tired, on a magic high, and it was messing with his mind. It didn't help that he hadn't jerked off in over a week, which was probably why his thoughts were so fucking horny. He just had to sleep, get himself off in the shower tomorrow morning, and deal with the issues as they came. That's what they said they would do, and if a guy like Freed - who Gajeel expected would overthink everything - could do that, then so could he.
As he patted his slightly sweating body down with a towel and slipped on his briefs, he looked to the overflowing bookcases that occupied his room. Freed really must have a lot of books, because he definitely had a study full of them and still had wall to ceiling shelves in his spare room, and Gajeel decided at least one of them would lull him to sleep.
One book, well worn and without dust, caught his eye.
It was a gay romance novel, and Gajeel smirked a little. Not only did it basically confirm Gajeel's suspicions that Freed liked men, it also told Gajeel that Freed was into the cheesy, cliche page-turning crap that was at odds with Freed's persona. That would be fun to piss him off about; just because they might be soulmates didn't mean Freed didn't need to be knocked on his ass from time to time.
He'd look fucking cute blushing. Gajeel wanted to make him blush. Make him squirm just a little. Then kiss him and make it all better.
That was a train of thought he couldn't explore, so he walked to his bed, got under the covers and started reading the well-worn book. He tried not to think too hard about the man gently snoring on the other side of the wall, and allowed the story printed before him to fill his mind and distract him from everything happening.
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When Gajeel eventually woke, it was to three sharp raps on his bedroom door.
It took him a moment to remember where he was, and why. The comfortable mattress and pleasant natural light slipping in from the closed curtains certainly didn't belong in his dingy, back-alley apartment. He pushed himself off the too-comfortable pillow and looked around, the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee filling his senses and making his stomach grumble a little. He blinked away the sleep and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, then walked to the door when he remembered someone had knocked on it.
When he had gotten to sleep, it had been filled with dreams about Freed. Maybe reading a romance novel before bed, because his mind had been swimming with romantic cliches that his sleeping mind put Freed and him into. He'd dreamt about going to dinner together, dancing together, living together.
He'd been given a glimpse of what a life with Freed might be like, and it seemed great.
Not all of the dreams had been good, though. In one - nestled between the good dreams - he had been trapped in Freed's runes, unable to escape. Magnolia was nothing but rubble, with the bodies of his guild-mates scattered around in the destroyed buildings. Only a handful of the wizards remained, and they were all attacking Freed, trying to kill him.
Freed had been taken over by his demon. He had no control, and Gajeel couldn't help. He was trapped, forced to watch as the demon killed and destroyed. The remaining Fairy Tail mages were doing what they could, but they couldn't stop Freed.
Gajeel knew he should have been helping, but couldn't.
He wanted to break down the damn runes, smash through them and help Freed, because he was still in there dammit! He was trapped in his demon and scared and trying to fight back and if he could just get to him then Gajeel knew he could help. But he was trapped and forced to watch, unable to do anything no matter how much he was trying to destroy the walls around him.
Just before the dream had ended, the demon looked right at him. It smiled a sadistic smile, blood dripping down it's body, Freed's clothes torn off his body. They were all that remained of Freed, and it made Gajeel sick to watch.
"He's mine," The demon growled. "And I will have him."
Before Gajeel had been able to say anything - to tell the demon that there was no way in hell he or anyone in Fairy Tail would let it take Freed's body and use it for destruction - the dream ended. There was a moment, unknowable in length, where Gajeel still slept but didn't dream, and felt as though he was going to hurl. The darkness of his subconscious felt all consuming, and was suddenly replaced by a dream of him and Freed cooking side by side. The emotional whiplash would have fucked Gajeel up, but he was so desperate to forget the horrors of his dream that he buried himself fully in the dream and Freed's charming comments as they cooked.
Rather than allowing himself to drown in the implications of all those dreams, Gajeel shook his head awake and gently patted himself in the face. It was probably Freed on the other side of the door, and he couldn't see how messed up Gajeel was. More awake now, he opened the door.
Freed was crouched down, placing a plate of food and a mug of coffee on the floor. When he looked up, he was eye level with Gajeel's crotch, and Gajeel quickly realised he was wearing briefs and nothing else. If Freed's blush was anything to go by, he had noticed it too.
The blush was cute.
Fucking emotional whiplash. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this shit?
"Shit," Freed whispered, standing up again with the food still in his hands. He really did look good with a blush. Especially with the piercings. "Sorry. I didn't mean to- I made you breakfast."
"Thanks," Gajeel said, taking the food offered. "We ain't eatin' in the kitchen again?"
"I assumed you wanted some time alone," Freed's voice was intentionally calm, but his cheeks still tinged red. "Since you've been awake before me all week, I thought that you needed some time to yourself. I didn't want to intrude so I was going to leave it here but, well, you opened the door and so… well, you saw what happened, didn't you?"
Gajeel wanted to tease him, but instead said, "I ain't avoiding you. Just slept in."
"Oh, right," Freed said, voice a little quiet. "Perhaps I should have guessed, given-"
He cut himself off, and the way his eyes quickly roamed over Gajeel's sleep worn and half naked body made the dragon slayer smirk. It was clear he'd just gotten out of bed with how much of a mess he looked, and that was the point Freed probably wanted to make, but it was much for entertaining to imagine Freed had gotten distracted by his body.
Well, maybe he had, because his eyes were lingering on the arm with his runes on it. Gajeel couldn't pass up the chance to have a little fun, so flexed his arm as he ran his hand through his hair. Freed followed the movement, and turned red again when he noticed Gajeel smirking at him.
Oh yeah, he was gonna be making Freed a lot from now on.
If they spoke after the week ended. Gajeel hadn't considered the possibility that they wouldn't.
"Well, I should leave you to your morning routine," Freed spoke up again, gazing at the door frame rather than on Gajeel. He was biting his lip, and Gajeel grinned. "I'd recommend eating before you have a shower, I don't expect it would taste good cold. Although, don't feel the need to rush, we've pushed ourselves a lot this week and we will again tomorrow, so I thought today could be a rest day."
"Sounds good," Gajeel nodded a little. "If we ain't in a rush, I can eat with ya. You ain't eaten yet, right?"
"No, I haven't," Freed answered.
Gajeel reached for one of the robes hung on the back of the door and wrapped it around him, tying it tight around his waist. He made sure not to cover too much of his chest, just in case Freed wanted to sneak a peek at any point. He pulled a hair tie from his dresser and wrapped his mane up in a high ponytail, and stepped out of the bedroom, holding his plate of food again. Freed seemed a little shocked by Gajeel's actions - hopefully by his lack of clothes, too - but quickly recovered.
They started walking down the hallway, and Gajeel was given an unhindered view of Freed's ass. He filled his pants out excellently, and Gajeel couldn't help but keep looking back. He wondered what it looked like out of the clothes. Perfect, Gajeel was sure of that.
He really should have jerked off last night.
Still, it was too late to change things now, and given that it was right in front of him, he allowed himself to indulge. It was slightly humiliating when he was too engrossed by checking Freed out that he shoulder-barged a wall because he wasn't concentrating. It was even worse when he looked at Freed to see the man smirking at him, clearly amused. Had he caught him out?
That thought made Gajeel blush a little. He couldn't find the energy to be bothered by that.
They walked to Freed's kitchen, where another portion of eggs and bacon was sitting on the small table beside a mug of coffee. Gajeel placed his own meal at the seat opposite and sat down, his inner dragon almost purring at the intimacy of Freed sitting across from him. This really was a pretty sweet situation. Freed was a damn good cook, too.
As he ate, he kept glancing towards Freed. The man was fighting back yawns in an annoyingly cute way, while eating and sipping his coffee with a straight back and perfect posture. Perhaps Freed was showing manners because he had a guest, but Gajeel hoped that was how he always ate; Gajeel liked a man with quirks,
The overhead lights glinted on Freed's piercings, and Gajeel smiled. This was a pretty nice end to a week that had started off so shittily. Breakfast with a handsome man who was decorated with his iron, with the two of them just existing together.
He could get used to this.
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"You wanna tell me where yer taking me," Gajeel asked, with a towel over his shoulder.
The afternoon was turning to evening, and Freed was guiding Gajeel through his back yard. They were going further than they had when fighting the mimic, and towards the mountains that the property backed on to. Gajeel had no idea where he was being taken, nor did he know why he needed a towel. Freed had been oddly evasive about what was happening.
All Gajeel had wanted was a bath. He didn't have one in his en-suite, so had asked Freed if he had one in the main bathroom. Freed had told him to follow him, and Gajeel had trusted him. Now, he was simply confused as to what was happening.
"You'll see soon enough," Freed said, still not answering the question.
He didn't push the subject, and frowned a little when Freed climbed some of the rocks, and squeezed himself between two boulders. Gajeel followed him, grunting a little as he pushed the two rocks aside and followed Freed through a small passage in the rocks, which was illuminated by the runes plastered onto the walls. He saw Freed ahead, and decided to remain quiet.
Before a minute had passed, they reached a clearing in the cave, and Gajeel halted a little in shock. The cave was as large as Freed's expansive yard, and most of it was submerged in water. Crystals decorated the walls, and when he looked up Gajeel could see through the mountain to the sky. It was an underground lake, but it felt almost ethereal in nature. Gajeel looked around in wonderment, taking steps forward.
"It's not exactly a bath," Freed said, and his eyes glowed. Runes that were planted around the lake came to life, and the water began to warm. "But it's close."
"You own this?" Gajeel asked, looking around still.
"Not technically, no," Freed laughed, and the gentle sound echoed through the cave. "But the only way in is part of my property, so I see it as mine."
"Fuck," Gajeel chuckled, which also bounced around in an echo. "Yer team are idiots," Freed frowned at that, and Gajeel grinned. "Yer house is amazing, you've got a space to train, and you've basically got a hot spring in yer back yard, and they didn't wanna live here? If I were them, I'd be beggin' ya to let me stay."
Freed smiled an honest smile, if only for a second. "They don't actually know about it."
"Really?"
"I quite enjoyed having the place to myself," Freed shrugged. "If they knew about it, they'd always be here. No doubt I'd always find them sneaking around my yard trying to come here without me knowing. Or maybe they would insist on being here when I wanted some time alone."
"Why d'ya show me then?" Gajeel frowned.
"I don't know," Freed thought for a moment. "Perhaps I'm a hypocrite."
"Maybe you are, but I ain't gonna complain," Gajeel grinned.
"I'll leave you to it," Freed said, apparently feeling like he had been dismissed. Gajeel didn't like that.
"I wouldn't mind some company," Gajeel shrugged. "If you ain't planning on doing something."
Freed considered. "I would enjoy that."
"Great," Gajeel grinned.
"I should get a towel, then," Freed shrugged. "It shouldn't take long, if you'll excuse me."
Freed walked towards the corridors, and once he had turned a corner a light purple lit up the space. Gajeel was pretty sure Freed had teleported back into the house, and grinned a little. Maybe he was wrong, but he was pretty sure that Freed was enthusiastic about this. Gajeel was too.
He removed his clothes pretty quickly, placing them on a dry stone before walking to the lake. He placed a foot in - the temperature was incredible - then climbed in entirely. There seemed to be natural seating carved into the stone, and he sat with his chest under the water.
Fuck, this was good. He was gonna have to convince Freed to let him do this again.
A minute or two after Gajeel had climbed into the water, Freed returned with a towel. He was still wearing his full outfit - coat included - and Gajeel pouted a little. The pout went away when Freed unbuckled the belt of the coat and removed it. Good, he hadn't changed his mind then.
As much as he wanted to watch the man strip, he wasn't going to be that much of a creep. He kept his eyes on the rocks opposite him, even if the sound of rustling fabric was torture. His resolve didn't last long, and he glanced towards Freed only for a second.
One mystery was solved. Freed's naked ass was fucking indescribable.
He looked away before Freed turned, and kept his gaze away from the very naked man as he climbed into the water. When he let out a satisfied groan, Gajeel had to clench his fists to stop himself from reacting. Freed naked, groaning and about ten feet away from him was too much temptation for any man. Gods, he had wanted a bath to relax. This was making him more tense, and he needed to distract himself from the naked man of his desires.
"Why d'ya dress like that?" He said before his better sense told him not to. Great, he'd insulted the man. Before Freed could get pissed at him, he continued speaking. "It ain't a bad look, you pull it off. Just meant it seems kinda restrictive for fighting," What a shitty excuse. "Sorry, I didn't wanna insult ya. It's just-"
"I'm not insulted, and you're not the first person to ask," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel turned to see the man looked quite amused.
And naked. Fuck, his muscle definition was to die for. Gajeel wanted to lick it all over.
"As for why I dress like I do, the simple answer is that I like it," Freed shrugged a little, lowering himself in the water so his shoulders were covered. "You can probably guess I grew up in aristocratic circles. I didn't particularly like my life when I was part of the elite, but I did enjoy the clothes. For a while, after I ran away, I dressed more conventionally. I saw it as rebellion, you see. But eventually I decided that I liked formalwear - that the clothes I left home with were some of my most prized possessions - and that I wouldn't allow my parents to take something else from me because I wanted to spite them."
"Makes sense," Gajeel agreed. He was quiet for a moment, but spoke again. "You don't sound like yer fond of yer parents."
"I detest them," Freed said with feeling. "They're bad people, and have done many bad things," He was quiet, before looking to the surface of the water. When he spoke again, he sounded sad. "They're the reason I was possessed."
"They possessed you?" Gajeel exclaimed, shocked.
"Not intentionally. Honestly, it's rather a funny story," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel looked at him as if he had grown another head. "Perhaps funny isn't the correct term. But it was a farce."
Gajeel wasn't sure how to react, so he stayed quiet.
"When I was fifteen, I met a boy. Charming fellow, a little rough around the edges at the time, but I fell head over heels for him," Freed chuckled, looking into the middle distance. "He would sneak into my house whenever he could. We started to date, you see. I suppose we were one-another's first loves, so we couldn't get enough of each other. We tried to keep our relationship a secret, but we got sloppy about it. My parents walked in on us kissing in my bedroom, and they weren't best pleased."
"Shit," Gajeel whispered. He couldn't exactly sympathise; Metalicana had stated often that a connection mattered more than a gender when it came to finding someone to love.
"They were religious, to an extreme degree," Freed explained, still looking away. "We had a chapel in the home, so the Gods would be present with us always. Well, they saw their only son with a man and saw it as an atrocity. They were cliche, almost. They spoke to our town's priest, who convinced them I had been possessed by a demon, and that I needed an exorcism."
"And he was right?" Gajeel asked.
"No. It was all bullshit. But this is where the farce comes," Freed laughed spitefully. "You see, an exorcism is like opening a door. If a demon lives in your soul, you open the door to shove it out. The issue is that, if a demon isn't living in your soul, you've opened the door for no reason. And that open door can allow something to slip in."
"So, they tried to exorcise you, and they let yer demon get inside you?" Gajeel summarised, and Freed nodded. "Fuckers."
"I suppose they didn't know what they were doing," Freed smiled ruefully. "Not with the demon, anyway. They seemed all too happy to bind me, cut me and burn me in the name of their faith," Gajeel gaped at him, and he laughed. "Exorcisms are rather brutal."
"Bastards," Gajeel growled.
"They are," Freed agreed. "The demon seemed to think so too, if it's any consolation. It took control immediately, you see, and attacked. It killed the priest, paralysed my father from the waist down, and blinded my mother in the right eye. It would have been a lot worse if it knew how to turn my body more demonic, as it was unfamiliar with how to control a human."
"Shame it couldn't kill 'em all," Gajeel grunted, but regretted it. He shouldn't have said that, but Freed didn't seem too bothered by the words. "You fight back against it?"
"I tried, but had no idea what to do," Freed sighed.
"So it took yer body on a rampage?"
"It would have, but it was stopped," Freed explained, absently playing with the water. "At this point, I should tell you that the boy I was seeing was Laxus. He had come to my town on a mission, we had met by chance and he visited most weekends. When my parents walked in on us, he refused to leave the town because he saw their reactions. He sensed the influx of magic so ran to my house to see if I was okay. He saw the demon and I suppose his instincts took over. As I said, the demon wasn't able to control a human body very well, so Laxus managed to defeat it before it could hurt anybody else."
"Were you okay?" Gajeel asked. "After it happened, I mean?"
"It was unusual. I was completely drained of magic so I didn't wake up for weeks. Laxus brought me to Fairy Tail, so Porlyusica was tending to me. She realised that the demon needed to feed off my energy, so stripped me of all the energy I didn't need. Essentially I was kept on the brink of death for a week," Freed looked a little sad. "They considered performing another exorcism, but with the lack of energy it might have killed me. And it was an untested treatment that could make things worse, so they didn't know what to do.
"Eventually they turned to the Wizard Saints, who said runic magic might help. The rune army came, wished to take me away but Makarov wouldn't let them. They wrote runes on my soul meant to suppress the demon. Eventually I was allowed to wake up, and the demon couldn't break free of the runes. Tentatively I was allowed more of my energy, and the demon still couldn't break out. When I was allowed to use magic again, I decided to learn runes so I wouldn't have to meet with the army weekly to replenish the spell. Slowly, I got used to it, and it became part of my life. My parents found me at some point, paid me to disown me and buy my silence, and I began life at Fairy Tail. Eventually, it became normal."
"Fuck," Gajeel breathed, not sure of what else to say. That was a lot of information Freed had trusted him with. He needed to be tactful, but that wasn't his expertise. "Must've been rough."
"It was, but then it got better," Freed shrugged, skin shimmering in the moonlight. "Sorry, I've rather brought down the mood, haven't I?"
"Ain't a problem," Gajeel assured him on instinct, because Freed was hurting and he didn't like that. Freed was still looking at the surface of the water, sad. He couldn't accept that, so spoke again with forced teasing. "So, you and Sparky were together, huh? You still screwing?"
"Gods no," Freed laughed at that, and it seemed genuine. "No. When I was recovering we didn't think it wise to be anything intimate. When I was at a place where I could try something, we had created a friendship we both cherished. We're better platonic than romantic," Freed glanced to Gajeel, smiling a little. "He wasn't my type, anyway."
"What's yer type?"
"Strong willed, principled, powerful. Essentially, I want a man more exciting than my job," Freed shrugged, then looked back to Gajeel for a moment. "A man who's able to set my world on fire."
"You ever found a guy like that?" Gajeel asked, voice a little hopeful.
"I could hardly tell you, where's the fun in that?" Freed laughed, spreading his arms against the edge of the lake. He didn't look away from Gajeel this time, and he was pretty sure Freed was checking him out. "What's your type?"
"Smart, capable, a guy with a great ass wouldn't hurt," Gajeel looked shamelessly at Freed, eyeing his abs through the rippling water. If Freed wanted to drop all pretence of not finding him hot, then he'd do the same. "Maybe a man who knows how to keep me in line when I'm being a dick. But I don't want a square."
"That's rather a contradiction," Freed smirked a little, and his tongue poked out for a moment. Gajeel decided he was going to pierce that tongue one day. "It'd be awfully hard to find a man like that."
"They're rare," Gajeel agreed.
"Have you ever found a man worth your time?"
"I ain't telling you if you ain't telling me," Gajeel laughed, crossing his arms and flexing his biceps.
Freed seemed to think for a moment, and Gajeel grinned. The energy between them had changed yet again, this time charged with a sexual edge. Maybe the change from the seriousness of their conversation to this was drastic, but it was also perfect. Gajeel was sure that Freed didn't tell people about his life if he didn't trust them, so him explaining his past was an expression of their relationship. It was Freed taking Gajeel's advice, accepting the unconventional nature of their relationship rather than thinking things through. He trusted Gajeel for no real reason, but the trust was there no matter what.
This was how the week was destined to end, Gajeel realised. The tension between them at the start of the week hadn't left, it had just changed. Their antagonist side had been replaced with desire. Desire for more, for something intimate and primal.
"What if I showed you?" Freed offered.
"Showed me?" Gajeel quirked an eyebrow. "How d'ya plan on doing that."
Freed didn't speak, but he stood up. Gajeel swallowed, breathless as he looked up at Freed's naked body. He was illuminated by the moonlight, looking beautiful in his nudity. His muscles rippled, hair clinging to his back and he slowly walked towards Gajeel. He was transfixed by the man, unable to look away from the ethereal draw the man had on him.
With slow, teasing movements, Freed lowered himself again. Gajeel let out a shuddering breath when Freed straddled him, cupping his jaw gently. They stared at each other for a moment, wonderstruck.
"You sure this is what you want?" Gajeel whispered.
"Yes," Freed whispered in return, smiling so beautifully that Gajeel couldn't look away. "So very sure."
They moved towards one another at the same time. Their heads tilted and their lips pressed together in a slow, perfect kiss. Freed's lips were rougher than they looked, and the way he melted into Gajeel was incredible. His movements were slow and addictive, and Gajeel wanted more.
His inner dragon was practically purring in delight, and Gajeel could feel his magic running through the runes on his arm. This was right. This was natural. This was inevitable.
His hands laced into Freed's hair, grinning when a little tug got Freed to moan. Their bodies were pressed tight, and Gajeel felt Freed's hand on his lower back, pushing him closer. They leaned further into the kiss, as close to a single being two men could be. Gajeel's eyes had closed in pleasure as he ran a hand down Freed's spine, and cupped his bare ass.
"Gods," Freed gasped when they pulled apart. "That was… Gods."
"Fuck I wanted to do that since the moment I saw ya," Gajeel said, and he wasn't lying. He hadn't realised it was what he'd always wanted to do, but it was obvious now. "Fuck yer amazin'."
"You're beautiful," Freed responded, still breathless.
They looked at each other for a moment, grinning at one another. Freed felt just as explosively alive as Gajeel did, the dragon-slayer was sure of that. This was how they belonged, and all of the fighting and posturing and self-doubting was just a bullshit distraction because they didn't know how to deal with the overwhelming need for each other.
Freed was his Minn Maðr. His person.
"If you'd like, I bet I can teleport us both to my room without breaking a kiss," Freed offered with a mischievous smile that sent Gajeel's blood alight. Gods, this man!
"Fuck yeah!" Gajeel said, unashamedly grinning.
As runes covered their naked bodies, Gajeel felt an overwhelming sense of rightness. As they hit the mattress, he let out a small 'Gihi.'
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