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htryds microshot: Old Scars (Acnologia & Loke)

for the @ft-platonicweek Day 2 prompt: Memories

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August, X784

Acnologia awoke with a yawn, arched his back upward as he stretched out his front legs, and promptly displaced the person lounging on top of his head, who slipped and fell with a yelp. 

Well. Almost fell. Loke caught onto Acnologia’s largest head-fin with finely tuned reflexes, especially since Acnologia was fairly confident that Loke had fallen asleep too. Whenever Acnologia decided to take naps in the blessedly warm sunbeams filtering through the forest behind the cabin, it was not uncommon for someone to join him. The scents of his family and friends were wholly familiar to him, so their intrusion never disturbed him—unless, of course, they aimed to disturb. Even Loke, with a bright and intense magical signature (weak though it often was), rarely roused him beforehand, especially when sometimes, he was indistinguishable from the sun itself. 

But Acnologia naturally noticed him as he woke up, so he stretched out his long dragon limbs anyway, regardless of passengers. Loke could handle it, and handle it he did. Indignant yelp aside, he righted himself before he hit the ground and swung back onto Acnologia’s head, exhibiting those battle-honed, cat-like movements he always denied having in mixed company. 

“Rude,” Loke huffed. “Can’t a guy nap in peace?”

“On me?” 

Acnologia could not see him at this angle, but he could feel Loke’s lopsided, shit-eating grin like a disturbance in the force of ether itself. “Yes, and isn’t it the unspoken rule not to disturb a cat that’s sleeping on you? That’s a blessing, you know. You would never knock poor, little Mudball off of you like that.” 

“You are not as fragile as her. Or as cute.” 

“As cute? Aw, are you calling me cute? That’s so— WAH!”

He finished his stretch by bringing himself up to a standing position and tilting his head back as he did so, dislodging Loke yet again and causing him to slide down his neck. Loke caught himself by gripping the edge of one of his plates until he could get back to his feet. “Ass,” Loke accused with a laugh.

“When did you get here anyway?” Acnologia asked for curiosity’s sake, as he observed the sun’s position in the sky and judged it to be mid-evening. Loke coming over at random was not strange in the slightest, whether due to him avoiding someone or just wanting to bother Acnologia. 

“Eh, I don’t know, after lunch? Came to say ‘hi’ and then you looked so comfy. I’m sure nobody needs to tell you that your dark scales in the sun are delightfully warm,” Loke replied. 

It was true: between Loke and all of his kids, he was well aware of all the temperatures his scales (and skin) could be at all times and in all conditions. Out here in the sun, albeit in low coverage in this case, fewer found themselves comfortable on the heated plates for long periods of time. Natsu, naturally, preferred it, and so did Loke. The hotter the better. For Loke specifically, Acnologia knew that the passive contact with his magic, while not completely healing, certainly slowed down his degradation; the sun’s influence as well helped, if not more so. After learning more about Loke’s origins, Acnologia finally understood why.

So friendly teasing aside, Acnologia truly didn’t mind Loke’s habit of using his dragon form as a pillow whenever the opportunity presented itself. (He wasn’t even the only one.) “Yes, I’m well aware,” he chuckled. 

They dipped back into companionable silence as each of them finished waking up. Acnologia busied himself stretching his wings, down to the feather tips, while flicking his ears in the direction of the house and ensuring that nothing was being actively destroyed. On the contrary, Gajeel and Rogue seemed to have successfully cooked, and he could faintly hear them letting Frosch taste-test. 

“Hey. Acno?”

Loke’s flattened tone clued him in to the sudden shift in mood, although he didn’t have the faintest idea as to what happened. It wasn’t his magic acting up—with Loke still standing on his neck, he would have noticed.

He craned his head back to look at Loke properly. “Yes?”

“Does… this scar ever bother you?”

The question threw him off guard, but only for a moment. It certainly explained the far-off tone in Loke’s voice as he looked down in-between two of Acnologia’s plates, where he knew the underlying scales to be damaged, some even stripped altogether, and scarred. 

They’ve discussed it before. It got easier, although it never quite stopped being uncomfortable for either of them, especially after Acnologia got the full story out of him. Many things from his past itched and burned under his skin, in ever-lingering guilt, but perhaps the knowledge that he had once eviscerated Loke so thoroughly he would have died were it not for his link to the key itched worse, if only because Loke was now his close friend and also a constant presence in his present life. It hadn’t been personal then, just like all of the ways he inadvertently affected the kids hadn’t been personal (although some of his altercations with their parents had been), but it had still been done.

So the wound that Loke had inflicted back? Inconsequential. Preferred, even. For Acnologia and Loke specifically, he supposed it made their altercation somewhat balanced, disregarding how impossible it was to quantify such things. Loke had outgrown the injury a long time ago; Acnologia did not care about scars in that way. Yet Loke had that look, that familiar itch of guilt, for some reason, so Acnologia would not try to brush it all away. Acnologia gave Loke an earful every time he tried to downplay, dodge, or deny something, so to avoid being a hypocrite, he would have to be honest too, unfortunately. Such was life.

“Only sometimes,” he replied. “It’s rare for it to be noticeable, but it’s in a sensitive spot, so occasionally it still aches. It’s an old wound, though. I don’t mind it.”

Loke raised an incredulous eyebrow at him, dipping his glasses to stare at him with the full weight of his cosmic eyes. Not that they bothered Acnologia in the slightest. “Seriously? You admit it still hurts and then say you don’t mind? You’re not supposed to be this broody.”

He rolled his eyes and released a dryly amused chuff from the middle of his throat. “It barely hurts anymore, and it rarely is noticeable at all. Absolutely nothing compared to the heart-palpitations you give me weekly.”

“Fine. Okay. But I’m not just talking about pain, big guy. You know that. I mean…” Loke ran a hand through his hair, pushing up his glasses entirely as he did so. “It’s not that I don’t think I should have fought you, back when you were rampaging, or that I don’t think you in all of your apex dragon glory can’t handle god-level magic when it’s practically the same thing as dragons. It’s… just weird. So much of everything I have done in the past… I don’t know, thousand years? Has been at the behest of someone else. Or within the bounds of what a celestial spirit should do. That’s one of the rare things I did because I was mad, and now it’s a scar that I have to see on my friend. Just like the other one is… is…” He waved his hand vaguely without outright saying it. Lucy, he meant. The entire Heartfilia line, he meant. Perhaps even the Eclipse Gate, but Acnologia wouldn’t let Loke blame himself for all of that more than Acno blamed himself. He stopped Loke before and he would stop him again. Fortunately, Loke only expelled the train of thought with an eons-weary sigh. “It’s dumb, I know. Forget I asked.”

“No, I get it,” Acnologia mumbled softly, the agreement coming out in a gentle rumble in this form. “It’s a long-lived reminder. For the both of us.” Those often came with pain, he was well aware, but in this case… Acnologia motioned for Loke to step off his back, which he did so by gracefully sliding down his wing. Once his (currently tiny) friend was solidly on the ground, Acnologia leaned onto his back haunches to better expose his right flank. Opposite to the Fairy Tail emblem still visible in this form lay ragged, parallel scars that ran from the edge of his ribcage to just under his wing. Overall, it was far from a terrible injury, but such as the case of Loke’s inflicted wound, the fact that it landed on him at all was beyond impressive.

“Yours and this one are the only scars I have on this body,” Acnologia explained to Loke’s pensive expectation. “When I dragonized, it removed all of the scars I had before.”

“Huh,” Loke remarked. “I guess that makes sense. A major transformation like that… it undid and reshaped your entire body. Even going back to your human size isn’t the same as returning to the exact you that you were. Especially since you nailed the ether alignment at the same time, from what I gathered… but if this is to make me feel better it’s having the opposite effect, by the way. Just a smidge.”

Acnologia huffed. “I meant it when I said I was fine with it. Those old scars… were from much more unfortunate and dire times. I’m glad they’re gone, but losing them also meant losing the parts of myself that were vulnerable. I thought it was a good thing at the time, but we both know I wasn’t sane at that point. Now… the only scars I have are from you and from the Flame King, Igneel. Obviously, I bear no ill will towards either of you now.”

“And that doesn’t make it worse?” Loke wondered. 

“Not for me. These are memories that do me no harm. I do not mind carrying them.”

At this, he could tell that Loke understood. As a celestial, scars were something foreign to a being that held near total control of their form, barring the most extreme circumstances. Circumstances, admittedly, like a dragon’s—necessitating attacks that can tear the fabric of their existence. They must seem more intimidating in that case, but having once been human, Acnologia had a uniquely middling stance. And, truly, he was extremely lucky that—lingering guilt aside—these particular reminders did not come with fear. Any discomfort and any guilt he could carry.

Loke blew out a noisy sigh. “Sap,” he said, in lieu of anything more emotional. Acnologia deliberated on whether to let him off the hook or not.

“Says the one who stared at my scratch with the distant gaze of one watching cities burn.”

“Oh please, nothing so dramatic. And scratch is an understatement. That was a god’s strike, you know.”

“A scratch. A tiny nuisance in comparison to how big and how alive I am.”

“Okay, okay! I see what you’re doing, sheesh. Now shut up.”

Acnologia settled back onto all fours with a toothy grin. “So it’s working, then?”

Loke shuffled his glasses back down to his face, but it didn’t hide his equally amused smile. “Yes. So stop trying to tempt me into giving you a proper ‘scratch’ just to prove a point. My old bones can’t take it.”

And they both laughed. Though the memories remained, the intensity of being enemies, long ago, did not.

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To celebrate 2025 Platonic Week, I bring you— another AU nobody asked for! Everyone cheer! *Sound of tumbleweed rolling across the desert*

Anywayyyy. It's for Wendy & Jellal & Mystogan because y'all all know I am weak for Wendy & Myst sibling dynamics and then Jellal gets to be here too, also because I love Jellal & Myst just as dearly. Mystogan just takes a while to show up in the plot. (Next chapter, promise.)

Prompts Used: Pillow Fort, Sleepover

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ONE WEEK TO GO!!!

Platonic Week 2025

It's time for another Platonic Week! Whoo! Thanks to everyone who voted for the prompts.

The event will be June 23-29, and all forms of submissions are welcome: art, fanfic, video edits, mood boards, etc. Anything at all. Please see the rules for more information.

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Prompts

Each day features multiple prompts, but only one prompt is necessary to fulfill the day. Or choose multiple! (It can be part of the challenge.) Combining days and prompts is welcome as well. Participate as much or little as you like.

—Monday (6/23): Childhood Friends | Sleepover | Pillow Fort —Tuesday (6/24): Memories | Photo Album | Laughter —Wednesday (6/25): Goodbye | Hugs | Sacrifice —Thursday (6/26): Naps | Pets | Inside Joke —Friday (6/27): Cross-Guild Friendships | Secret Talent | Poison —Saturday (6/28): Training | New Skill | Unlikely Pair —Sunday (6/29): Rescue | Burns | Reunion

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Rules / Event Information

—Submissions: Platonic week is to celebrate all types of platonic relationships, so as such, the focus of the work must be platonic in nature, be it friends, family, queerplatonic relationships, found family, etc. Any romantic relationships must be relegated to the background only and not be integral to the work, so as to not steal that platonic spotlight. Other than that, anything goes! Submissions may be any media type you can fathom, so long as the entry is original and not previously posted in any manner. (i.e. chapters of previously posted stories will not be accepted, but newly posted installments of a series is fair game.) Works can be canon compliant or AUs or anything in-between; OCs can be included, but for the sake of the spirit of fandom events, at least one canon character must be present/focused on. Late submissions are welcome too! While it is a dated event, there is no time limit. (Seriously, it can be a year later. As long as the post is tagged according to the instructions below, it's all good.)

—Posting: Please mention ( @ft-platonicweek ) the blog to help ensure the post is visible and it will be reblogged. Include the tag #ft platonic week 2025 within the first five tags as well. If there are any necessary content warnings or mature content, please tag those accordingly.

—AO3 Collection: Fairy Tail Platonic Week 2025 (ftplatonicweek2025)

—Generic Rules: Please, keep it friendly between submitters, and no blatant character bashing. No ships should be the focus, and no ships involving incest or adult/child romances should be included at all.

If there are any questions, please feel free to send an ask!

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banner art by @pencilofawesomeness

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Platonic Week 2025

It's time for another Platonic Week! Whoo! Thanks to everyone who voted for the prompts.

The event will be June 23-29, and all forms of submissions are welcome: art, fanfic, video edits, mood boards, etc. Anything at all. Please see the rules for more information.

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Prompts

Each day features multiple prompts, but only one prompt is necessary to fulfill the day. Or choose multiple! (It can be part of the challenge.) Combining days and prompts is welcome as well. Participate as much or little as you like.

—Monday (6/23): Childhood Friends | Sleepover | Pillow Fort —Tuesday (6/24): Memories | Photo Album | Laughter —Wednesday (6/25): Goodbye | Hugs | Sacrifice —Thursday (6/26): Naps | Pets | Inside Joke —Friday (6/27): Cross-Guild Friendships | Secret Talent | Poison —Saturday (6/28): Training | New Skill | Unlikely Pair —Sunday (6/29): Rescue | Burns | Reunion

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Rules / Event Information

—Submissions: Platonic week is to celebrate all types of platonic relationships, so as such, the focus of the work must be platonic in nature, be it friends, family, queerplatonic relationships, found family, etc. Any romantic relationships must be relegated to the background only and not be integral to the work, so as to not steal that platonic spotlight. Other than that, anything goes! Submissions may be any media type you can fathom, so long as the entry is original and not previously posted in any manner. (i.e. chapters of previously posted stories will not be accepted, but newly posted installments of a series is fair game.) Works can be canon compliant or AUs or anything in-between; OCs can be included, but for the sake of the spirit of fandom events, at least one canon character must be present/focused on. Late submissions are welcome too! While it is a dated event, there is no time limit. (Seriously, it can be a year later. As long as the post is tagged according to the instructions below, it's all good.)

—Posting: Please mention ( @ft-platonicweek ) the blog to help ensure the post is visible and it will be reblogged. Include the tag #ft platonic week 2025 within the first five tags as well. If there are any necessary content warnings or mature content, please tag those accordingly.

—AO3 Collection: Fairy Tail Platonic Week 2025 (ftplatonicweek2025)

—Generic Rules: Please, keep it friendly between submitters, and no blatant character bashing. No ships should be the focus, and no ships involving incest or adult/child romances should be included at all.

If there are any questions, please feel free to send an ask!

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banner art by @pencilofawesomeness

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Time for Fairy Tail Platonic Week 2025!!!

It's that time of year again! I am very excited to host this event for its second annual run. My apologies for posting the prompt form a little late, but uhhhh life got in the way a bit. Anyway.

Platonic Week will be roughly the same time as it was last year, which puts it at June 23rd through June 29th! And, as always, late submissions will always be accepted, so no need to stress out.

Now for the prompts!

The prompt form will be open until the end of May 22nd, and then I hope to have the prompts up the following weekend. Happy prompting, and definitely feel free to spread it around!

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Time for Fairy Tail Platonic Week 2025!!!

It's that time of year again! I am very excited to host this event for its second annual run. My apologies for posting the prompt form a little late, but uhhhh life got in the way a bit. Anyway.

Platonic Week will be roughly the same time as it was last year, which puts it at June 23rd through June 29th! And, as always, late submissions will always be accepted, so no need to stress out.

Now for the prompts!

The prompt form will be open until the end of May 22nd, and then I hope to have the prompts up the following weekend. Happy prompting, and definitely feel free to spread it around!

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Chapters: 5/7 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Midnight | Macbeth & Racer | Sawyer, Midnight | Macbeth & Jellal Fernandes, Angel | Sorano Aguria & Midnight | Macbeth, Cobra | Erik & Midnight | Macbeth, Midnight | Macbeth & Hoteye | Richard Characters: Midnight | Macbeth, Racer | Sawyer, Jellal Fernandes, Angel | Sorano Aguria, Cobra | Erik, Hoteye | Richard Additional Tags: Platonic Relationships, Found Family, Family Fluff, Team as Family, Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary Midnight | Macbeth, Flower Crowns, Cloud Watching, Deaf Character, Deaf Cobra | Erik, Injury, Minor Injuries, Sick Character Summary:

(My attempt to contribute to Fairy Tail Platonic Week!

Oneshots focusing on Macbeth’s friendship with their Guildmates.)

My contribution to @ft-platonicweek! Unfinished, unfortunately, but I got some of it done! 

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SO SORRY THIS IS WEEKS LATE, HOPE IT BEING 8K WORDS MAKES UP FOR IT

@ft-platonicweek Day 7

Chapter Title: Caretaking with Doctor Acnologia

Summary: A job involving a bedridden woman leads to the acquisition of five children - and Doctor's conflicted on that.

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@ft-platonicweek Double feature!

Day 6 "Teasing" + Day 7 "Protection"

Two types of ways your friends will react to learning you have a crush.

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Rating: Gen

Series: Fairy Tail

Summary: A series of non-connected one shots featuring platonic relationships in Fairy Tail! Elfman and Mirajane realize Lisanna no longer needs them to protect her.

Relationships: Mirajane & Elfman & Lisanna Strauss

Status: Completed, 7/7

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@ft-platonicweek Day 6

Chapter Title: "Training" with Sting & Rogue

Summary: The "twins" of the Dragon Slayer family have discovered the concept of Unison Raids.

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Dual Mode: Toxic Sky Dragon

for @ft-platonicweek 2024, Day 6 [Prompt: Unison Raid]

This was the perfect excuse to draw one of my lowkey favorite dragon pairs, for that beautiful opposite-but-similar older and younger sibling energy. This technically counts as a sneak peak for HTRYDS but oh well, tis the season for the Unison Raid prompt and I couldn't resist. :3

They're coming to inflict every debuff at once

Version with less lighting and effects under the cut because I think it looks cool too (aka I like the hand fades)

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Written for @ft-platonicweek Day 5: prompt "Nobody hurts my friends!"/"Injury"!

Based on this art @pencilofawesomeness did for the same prompt!! I saw it and got really inspired by it, so I decided to do a little fic for it!! ~.~.~.~.~.~.~

tw: kidnapping, mentioned/referenced torture, very mild descriptions of blood. Summary:

It happened during their return from a standard mission. A simple, careless mistake on their part. Natsu was the one to pay for it.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Erza let out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her face. Natsu was having trouble with his motion sickness again and everyone laughed it off while helping him in any way they could. It was their routine at this point, making the travels as comfortable to Natsu as they could.

After full two hours of suffering in a train, Natsu finally managed to fall asleep and get a little rest from his illness. Lucy soon followed him, still a little tired from the use of many of her spirits in quick succession she had to do for their mission. Grey was sitting closest to the window and looking out, deep in his own thoughts.

Erza stretched out and lifted her hands behind her head. She was a little tired from all the fighting they did too. She yawned and closed her eyes. A quick nap seemed like good idea and she already could feel the pull of sleep tugging at her. Suddenly, without any warning, the train window shattered and three people in dark clocks invaded their cart with weapons in their hands. “This is for our leader!” screeched one of them, swinging his sword straight at Lucy, who woke up in the commotion but whos eyes were still muddled with sleep and confusion. Erza moved quickly, already moving while summoning her sword. She could see Gray already making something with his magic, focusing on a different enemy and moving In a way that would protect her back. She repelled the sword that almost took Lucy’s head off and positioned herself in between her and the attacker. She charged at him, ready to take him down, when the doors of the cart behind them got thrown off its hinges and more enemies walked in. People around them started screaming and panicking, trying to get as far away from the fight as they could. Erza cursed under her breath. Normally, she would have no problem with defeating mooks this weak but she could not risk hurting the innocent people around them by going all out. Even worse, they were in a closed, small space so she couldn’t use her larger armors or swords. She could hear Lucy summoning Loki behind her and taking out her whip, getting ready to battle.

Even worse, they were in a closed, small space so she couldn’t use her larger armors or swords. She could hear Lucy summoning Loki behind her and taking out her whip, getting ready to battle. Even worse, they were in a closed, small space so she couldn’t use her larger armors or swords. She could hear Lucy summoning Loki behind her and taking out her whip, getting ready to battle, already smacking somebody in the face with it. Erza could see that the tight space they were fighting in also impacted their enemies capabilities. It wasn’t long before ten of their members fallen to her friend’s attacks. Fairy Tail members were winning and everyone could see it.

“Dammit!” cursed who Erza assumed was a leader of the attacking group “Retreat! We got what we came for!!” he shouted and suddenly all the attacks stopped and the enemies took out some weird, purple lacrymas and were gone the next second, in a blink of an eye.

“What was all that about?” asked Gray, looking weirded out and confused at the unexpected retreat.

“Natsu is gone!” suddenly screamed Lucy, waving her hands around frantically at the armchair Natsu was previously sleeping on “They took him!!”

Erza could feel the chill making its way down her back, the helpless feeling of dread mixed with panic making her heart stop for a second. They took Natsu? Was it something they planned from the beginning and the rest was just distraction? She shook her head, her hands clenching into fists. It didn’t matter. She had to focus. Natsu was in danger. She couldn’t allow herself to panic. 

“Lucy, Gray, focus!” she barked out, snapping them out of their momentary panic “Did you notice any symbols on their clothes? Or maybe a guild mark?” Both of them shook their heads, Lucy looking at the verge of tears. 

“I saw something.” Said Loki suddenly, making them all flinch with how cold the tone of his voice was. He emerged out from behind Lucy, his teeth bared and his pupils almost gone with how narrowed they were “I think one of them had the Narrow Void guild mark on his neck.”

“Fuck.” Cursed Gray. They were all familiar with Narrow Void guild. Not even two months ago they were the ones who captured their leader during one of their missions. He was a horrible man, kidnapping and experimenting on helpless children. When they uncovered the depths of that man’s depravity, Natsu almost beat him to death. Luckily, after a month of observation in the hospital, most of the children were let out with clean bill of health. But some, the ones that were in captivity the longest, still had a long recovery road ahead of them. 

And now the guild of that awful man got their hands on Natsu. The thought alone dame Erza’s blood boil. If they even charm one hair on Natsu’s head…  She looked up at the faces of others and could see the wrath in their eyes. 

There would be hell to pay. 

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

It took them two long, horrible hours to locate the place they thought Narrow Void was keeping Natsu at. It took them another hour to get there. By that time all of them were on the edge of snapping from the worry and ready to annihilate a dark guild until nothing was left of it.

Erza didn’t think she ever saw Lucy looking this murderous, her face distorted in rage and worry. Loki haven’t left her side, his more inhuman features more visible than ever before. Grey had a blank look on his face and the only thing betraying his fury was the shroud of ice surrounding him. She didn’t think she was any better, her own eyes glinting with intent to harm and maim.

They didn’t waste any words when they got there. They immediately started attacking. Erza didn’t care about the terrified shouts of dark guild members as she send her swords to swat them away from her way. She didn’t care how they screamed for backup and attacked in groups. She reequipped into her strongest armor and charged ahead, uncaring of the damage she left in her wake. But soon, the dark guild members were surrounding them and Erza didn’t have time for that.

Natsu was already in their disgusting hands for too long. She wanted to get to him as soon as possible. It seemed that Gray and Lucy felt the same way, because soon, they started to make the way for her to break through the enemy line.

“Go ahead Erza!” shouted Gray while bashing a guy on the head with an ice hammer “We got this! Go find Natsu!”

Erza took a second to look at him and the way his ice attacks were more pointed and aimed to impale and main than usual. Then she looked at Lucy nodding at her and swinging her whip around with a feral look on her face. She glanced at Loki’s not quite human expression full of rage, his hands more of a clawed light blur than ever before.

She nodded, making her decision and rushing ahead to where they thought Natsu was being kept. She swatted away few more enemies who blocked her way, but soon enough she was on her way to the center of their base, where she could already feel Natsu’s magical energy. She ran as fast as he could, until she got to her destination. She kicked the door to the room with enough force to throw it at the wall behind it and entered the room with a shout.

“Natsu! Are you here?”

Her eyes roamed across the chamber, trying to locate her friend. Not even after a second, she could feel her blood freezing in her veins. Sitting in the corner of the room, with both his hands and legs restrained in magic suppression chains, was Natsu. He was covered in bruises and cuts, each one slowly oozing blood. His head was slumped down, his chin resting on his chest, his usually pink hair covered with deep crimson.

He wasn’t moving. “Natsu!” Erza shouted once again, this time alarmed. She ran across the room as fast as she could, holding her breath and fearing the worst. (There was so much blood around him.) But it seemed that her voice reached Natsu, who flinched a little and then raised his head with great difficulty. “Hi Erza.” said Natsu weakly, a small smile appearing on his face “You are late.” “Oh Natsu.” Erza whispered, her heart breaking and her eyes filling with unshead tears “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” “Not your fault.” Natsu huffed and gave her a side eye “No blaming yourself.” he muttered, which seemed to take the last of his strength away as he slumped back down against the wall. It was a push Erza needed to get it together. She quickly checked if he was still breathing and let out relieved sight what she saw his chest moving and that he just lost his consciousness again. She summoned one of her swords and shattered the cuffs around Natsu’s hands and ankles as gently as she could.

(She didn’t think, she didn’t want to think, about what the chains reminded her of. This was not the time for that. She could ponder her traumas later, when Natsu’s life was not in danger.)

Natsu let out a tiny, relieved moan after that, finally able to feel his magic again after many hours without it. Erza then gathered him in her arms, trying to jostle him as little as she could. She carefullyevensettled him on her back, deeming it the safest position for him in that situation. “Hang in there Natsu, we will get you some help soon.” she choked out, one stray tear making its way down her face as she started walking out of the room. She didn’t get far before a group of the members from the black guild blocked her path forward. “You are not going anywhere, Titania!” one of them shouted, brandishing his sword at her. Erza narrowed her eyes, her mouth twisting into an even deeper frown. She didn’t have time for this. She didn’t have time to fight, even if everything in her screamed to mutilate the people who hurt her friend. She wanted to murder them in the most painful ways possible. But. She had to get Natsu to help as quickly as she could. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. Natsu’s health was so much more important than venting her rage on those vermin. “Move.” Erza ordered, her voice filled with seething, ruthless rage “If you do, I will spare your lives.” “If you don’t…” Her whole body seemed to tense up, getting ready for carnage, teeth bared in a clear treat, eyes glinting with protective fury “I will make sure you will die in agony.” The people standing before her flinched away, instinctively putting more room between themselves and her, getting out of her way.

With that, she started walking away as quickly as she could while taking care as to not move Natsu around too much. He already lost too much blood. Nobody dared to stand on her path.

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Siren's Wrath: The sea enrages the ocean just as much as its creatures fuel it's rage. Anger both at once and face a watery grave

For @ft-platonicweek Day 5: Unison Raid. Because I think Lisanna and Juvia should have gotten a duo-battled/more-friendship-moments besides Tenrou Arc.

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Rating: Gen

Series: Fairy Tail

Summary: A series of non-connected one shots featuring platonic relationships in Fairy Tail! Natsu wants to wear a skirt, but he doesn’t own any.

Relationships: Natsu Dragneel & Lucy Heartfilia

Status: Completed, 6/7

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@ft-platonicweek Day 5 - Injury

Don't let the title scare you, this is mostly silly, if a bit crass. This is a scene from an older project of mine but I thought it'd be funny to share for today.

Team Shadowgear takes a day to relax by a local stream. Jet has a rather -ahem- unfortunate mishap. He doesn't find it as amusing as his friends do.

Levy marveled at the school of walnut sized fish darting around her submerged feet. "They're so tiny."

"Yeah, they're called pebble guppies," Droy explained, pausing his search for aquatic bugs. "Super common in areas of shallow freshwater like this."

"Hmm, I wonder what they taste like."

From where he was laying in the grass, Gajeel snorted. "Make sure she doesn't try t'dive after one and eat it, Droy."

"I'm just wondering!"

Droy, the little traitor, chuckled in agreement. "Yeah Levy, no raw fish for you today. Wouldn't want you to turn into a catfish or-"

The conversation, plus the tranquil setting, shattered with the abrupt blaring of a blood curdling, high pitched scream. Levy and Droy jolted where they stood, scaring away the school of fish they were admiring. Gajeel jumped to his feet in alarm, iron scales already covering his arm, and the other two quickly prepared their own spells, ready to defend against whatever threat dared to attack them.

But the sight before them was no big monster or ambushing dark mages. It was Jet on the opposite bank of the stream, thrashing like a netted cat and screaming bloody murder.

"HELP ME!" he yowled in a voice high enough that dogs could hear. "Fucking catfish! My nuts! It's got my nuts! Fuck SHIT GET IT OFF OH GODS!"

His continued cries stood out in the ensuing few seconds of silence.

"Your nuts?" Levy repeated, lowering her arm and canceling her magic. A twitch pulled up the corners of her mouth. "You mean a catfish bit your testicle?"

Over on their side, Gajeel didn’t bother listening to anything more. He'd already collapsed back onto the ground, laughing his ass off.

Droy began to wade across, heading to assist however he could. Jet finally lurched forward, flopping face-first into the water with a painful sounding smack. Now free of whatever hole he got stuck in, and whatever hungry fish mistook him for a meal, he kicked away from the bank and regained his footing.

His awkward waddle, paired with his teary-eyed face and one hand cupping his battered jewels was not helping Levy control her laughter. Droy wasn't doing much better, audibly snickering as he reached Jet and offered a shoulder for support.

"Easy there. You alright?"

"Stupid fish," Jet growled, pain and humiliation making the color of his face clash with his hair. "I'll be fine. You can stop laughing, you assholes."

"Want some ice on that?" Levy suggested, barely keeping it together.

"I said I'm fine!"

"Ya sure yer good, Motormouth? Maybe we should take ya t'Porlyusica!" Gajeel somehow managed to calm himself enough for his words to be coherent. "I mean it ain't like you can afford to lose a nut when ya barely got a pair t'begin with!" He broke into another fit of cackling, and unable to take it anymore, Levy quickly joined him.

Jet's face. It was too funny.

If looks could kill, his glare would've made both of them drop dead.

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@ft-platonicweek Day 5, for once posted on time

Title: Trust with Erik

Summary: Following the bust at the Tower of Heaven, Doctor comes across some fleeing survivors.