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vaniliens · 27 days

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Trans fairy tail characters go

- Levi. Most nonbinary person to nonbinary.

- being transmasc would fix erza I think. Or maybe just a he/him lesbian. Give erza testosterone she needs it

- as I said gajeel is nonbinary in a masc way. I don't this Metallica gave a single fuck about gender so gajeel didn't know what it was until he showed up in civilization. Uses he/him but could not care less. All pronouns kind of guy.

- Natsu is a similar but because igneel was a guy Natsu wanted to be to, and he wants to be just like his dad

- I feel like Fried (Freed? It's been like 4 years since the fairy tail hyperfixation) is bigender

- speaking of laxus' crew the knight guy with the souls. Agender. His name escapes me.

- gray is transmasc I make the rules. He and Lyon are both transmasc. They saw each other on galuna Island and mutually understood each other through their twisted siblingesque relationship that they were both men now but they all had bigger problems to content with

- I could see laxus as transfem. But so deeply in the closet it would be physically impossible for him to leave or externalize it. Because it's laxus

I hope you have a lovely day

THANK YOU FOR THESE HEAD CANONS I LOVE THESE SM??? TRANSFEM LAXUS WHOS SO DEEP IN THE CLOSET,,,, SO TRUE,,,, Transmasc Gray & Agender/NB Natsu my beloved headcanons too 😭😭‼️‼️ The dragon slayers would not know a thing about gender‼️‼️‼️‼️ And bickslow wouldnt care about gender either!!! Auauagh these are so good your mind is just 🎇🎇🎇

Here's a list of Everyone else i think might be trans too btw;

TRANSFEM/MASC / BIGENDER / NB LESBIAN JUVIA‼️‼️ I feel like she started E a little before Phantom Lord arc started but also, i feel like she could be transmasc but be as deep into the closet as Laxus is because of her heteronormative view 😭 Like her thinking shes definitely a woman because she "loves" Gray for being her savior (Cough. Its not a crush it was just admiration but she didnt know because- Cough. And she thought only women and men can be in love (Probably Bora's fault 🙄🙄🙄 but also she could've just read a lot of cishet love stories)) I imagine she'd only recognize how shes transmasc around the time she starts shipping Gray with Lyon when she thought "Oh gay people are fine actually" (& thus her lesbian / wlw awakening begins & she learns about how everyone else in the guild is queer & some trans) But i have no clue whether she recognizes it almost immediately or later on in her life once she detaches herself from Gray for once!!! SORRY FOR RAMBLING ABOUT THIS I have very complicated thoughts about Juvia & how shes been written & amatonormativity and stuff 😭🫶 shes a silly girl...

As ive mentioned before, Transfem Jellal 😌😌 I kinda only hc it because one of mutuals do too and i thought she was so right for that BUT ALSO!!! I feel like for Jellal he'd be too busy hating himself & trying to atone to realize or like. deal with it properly. "I could be a he/him transfem but im still a sinner so i dont have time to think about that rn" style!! Also maybe a few undertones of toxic masculinity seeping in (He has to be A Man and Man Up to face his punishments and to better himself or whatever)

Also Ultear & Meredy are trans too. but in what way you ask? I dunno,,,, they could be all be bigender and i wouldn't have bat an eye,,,,,,

TRANSFEM. BISCA. I like to think she found out she was transfem like pretty early on back when she was still living in Alvarez but kept herself closeted because she didnt have time to deal with it,,, until she moved to Fiore and went under her "Mulan Rouge" alias to start doing crime 👍 did her own DIY HRT until she joined FT when she finally had a legitimate source of income.

Maybe alzack is trans too that way they could be t4t 🫶

NONBINARY MIDNIGHT. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. NO QUESTIONS. THEY REPEATEDLY MAKE THE AUDIENCE QUESTION THEIR GENDER. GOD I WISH I WAS THEM.

T4T Elfever my beloved. Theres just no way they're cishet im sorry. They're too manly and too womanly to be cis. No cis person could ever be as masc 24/7 as elfman and as femme 24/7 as evergreen. Also the way Elfman refers to her as a 'woman' even though he usually calls EVERYONE a 'man'???

Nonbinary / transfem lisanna my beloved <333 im leaning more into agender though because i truly dont think she cares about gender that much especially after she came back to earthland BUT AT THE SAME TIME I know how much she likes her skirts and dresses

Agender Zeref in the "I dont care" and "I dont have time for this" and the "I Hate myself too much" way / style BABEYYYYY!!! This guys too full of issues to care about his pronouns but even if he did he would not give himself the freedom to think about it too much. Cmon hes been living for 400 years and God told him personally that hes not allowed to enjoy life.

I think thats all for now 😭 I think the entire FT guild is queer in some way like c'mon the themes in the story and everything just kinda makes that obvious in a way whether or not Mashima intended it 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS, AGAIN!! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!

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acacia-may · 4 months

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Snowflakes In the Window (AlBis & Fairy Tail Found Family Fic)

Preparing for her daughter Asuka's first holiday in their new tavern guildhall prompts Bisca to remember the first holiday season she spent with her Fairy Tail guild family and her future husband, Alzack. Even though their guild family may look a little smaller and a little different than it did then, Bisca knows that there are some things that last forever.

Holiday Slice of Life and Hurt/Comfort with a Happy Ending Post-Tenrou Island Arc (set during Asuka's first holiday and a pre-canon flashback). Some AlBis Romance.

Written for the Fairy Tail Guild Awards Holiday Gift Exchange 2023. Thank you for reading!

Link to work on AO3. Full text below the cut. Happy Holidays! ❄️

“Well, that’s the last of them,” sighed Alzack setting the final box on the floor of their new guildhall. Bisca bit her lip as her brow furrowed. Referring to this tavern as a guildhall was very generous, but the bittersweet half-smile that twitched in the corners of her husband’s mouth reminded her that it was all they could afford now that Twilight Ogre had kicked them out of their real guildhall. Something twisted in her chest just thinking about it. She would never forget how they had taken one last solemn walk through their now quiet and empty guildhall, how her eyes had burned as they said their final goodbyes, or how Alzack had wiped away a tear as he squeezed her hand, but the image that was seared most painfully in her memory was Romeo’s desperate pleading that they had to stay—how would their missing guildmates find them if they moved away from the guildhall—the sobs of a little boy who couldn’t understand that they wouldn’t be coming back.

The poor kid was still sniffling now as his father, Macao, tried to soothe him. “At least we’ll be all moved in in time for the holidays.”

Romeo huffed, muttering under his breath. “It doesn’t feel like the holidays here.”

A collective sigh rang out in the room. They had all felt it—felt something missing ever since so many of their guildmates had disappeared with Tenrou Island. They were missed and remembered always but especially in the holiday season. Bisca wasn’t sure why it was that their guild felt especially empty and quiet then. Perhaps it was because she could still remember the holidays she had spent with Fairy Tail—so rowdy and chaotic but so wonderful and almost magical too. She wished that there was some way she could bring some of that magic back, if not for her and her guildmates sake then for her baby daughter who would be celebrating her first holiday this year.

Bisca’s heart ached as she caught sight of her dearest little Asuka, sleeping soundly in the nearby bassinette Alzack had thoughtfully set up for her in a quiet corner of their new guildhall. As she gently stroked the little tufts of dark hair on her daughter’s head, Asuka smiled in her sleep, and Bisca found she couldn’t help but smile too.

There was a time not so long ago when Tenrou Island had first disappeared that Bisca had honestly believed she would never be able to smile again, but even in the worst of times, there were still things to smile about. Alzack had taught her that. Just when she had thought she would never be happy again, he had shown her that she could be, and now their daughter, their beautiful little girl Bisca loved more than life itself, showed her that every single day.

As Bisca met Alzack’s eyes over Asuka’s cradle, she knew he must be thinking the same thing and must be wishing to give their little girl the world. Bisca’s expression softened, and Alzack smiled at her as if to say: “even if we can’t give her the world, we can at least try to give her some of that Fairy Tail holiday magic we remember.”

Bisca supposed this was easier said than done, but she believed in them—believed in Alzack so she curled her mouth into a lopsided half-smile, quirked an eyebrow at him. “Got any bright ideas, Al-Al?” she teased in her best attempt to lighten the mood.

While their friends’ account of their overly-affectionate Edolas counterparts and their lovey-dovey nicknames for each other had once made them incredibly embarrassed, it eventually became something they laughed about, and they even pulled out those silly nicknames whenever they were feeling playful or wanted to make each other smile.

And Alzack did smile—though Bisca had to stifle a laugh as she noticed his face also blushed a bright, crimson red. She honestly thought it was sweet how he still blushed even after all this time. After they had married and had a baby together, a lovey-dovey nickname just seemed silly and not something to get flustered over, but Bisca supposed Alzack had always been shy about his feelings just as she had been shy about hers. Even as recently as a few years ago, she would have never dreamed of teasing him like this, so maybe he was still getting used to it. Even so, it was very endearing.

Despite his flaming cheeks, Alzack nodded at her with a slight smile before he turned to Romeo and Macao.

“Hey, I know it doesn’t feel very festive right now, but I think I have an idea of something that might fix that. We just need to bring back one of our traditions and make some snowflakes to decorate.”

Romeo’s mouth twitched—not quite a smile but enough that his father sighed in relief.

“That’s a great idea,” agreed Macao as everyone gathered at the one long table that had already been set up in their new guildhall. Reedus began passing out some art supplies: paper and scissors for everyone. A smile tugged at Bisca’s lips as she carefully folded her paper and began to make the first cuts to create her snowflake. In an instant, it was almost like she was back at her very first holiday season with her guild.

*-*-*

“Sorry I’m late,” mumbled Bisca as she shook some snow off of her hat. They hadn’t had many snowstorms like this back home, and while it had looked pretty from a distance, she hadn’t enjoyed it very much when she got caught helping an elderly couple push their wagon out of a snowbank this morning. That’s why she was late, but it seemed her guildmates didn’t mind or maybe they had all been working so intently on whatever project this was that they hadn’t noticed she was missing.

Erza waved to her. “You’re just in time. We were just starting to make snowflakes.”

Bisca’s brow furrowed as she took a seat next to Erza. With a smile, she unfolded the piece of paper she had been cutting to reveal a paper snowflake with an intricate diamond pattern Bisca found very impressive.

“It’s our guild’s holiday tradition since the time of the first master. We all make snowflakes, then hang them up in the window of our guildhall.” Erza reached for a piece of paper which she folded into a very small triangle. As she slowly unfolded it, she made careful incisions on the edges until by the end she had created a pretty snowflake patterned with diamonds. With a smile, Bisca clapped for her and her crafting skills which made Erza laugh as she handed her some paper and a pair of scissors. “Here you can make some too.”

Bisca blinked at Erza’s outstretched hand and the art supplies. She had never really been one for arts and crafts and wasn’t sure how well her paper snowflakes would turn out, but the Fairy Tail guild had been so good to her and had given her a place to belong when she hadn’t had one—it would be wrong not to at least try to participate in some of their traditions—so she took the supplies and decided to try her best.

After several attempts which Bisca herself would have classified as failures, however, she decided this was probably easier said than done.

She huffed—blowing that annoying piece of hair out of her left eye for just a second before it fell right back down again. Frowning with gritted teeth, Bisca frustratedly pushed it out of her face with her hand. While she was no stranger to having hair in her face, her previous bangs had managed to stay out of her line of sight. Ever since she had started to grow out her hair, however, there was a pesky, unruly lock on the left side of her head that just couldn’t seem to stay in place.

She huffed again—seriously considering just chopping it off with the pair of scissors in her hand, before she noticed someone staring at her from across the table—the newest member of their guild who Bisca was pretty sure was named Alzack. He was a very quiet person and seemed shy so, needless to say, neither Bisca nor anyone had really talked to him much yet. As she glanced up and met his warm, dark eyes, her cheeks felt warm but, luckily, he looked away abruptly—almost sheepishly as if embarrassed to have been caught staring at her. If anything, Bisca felt she should probably be the one embarrassed after making a scene about her hair.

“It’s growing out…” she explained, somewhat awkwardly pushing that piece of hair out of her face again. “This piece is really annoying…”

Alzack’s mouth twitched in the corners, but his expression softened—his eyes kind and understanding though they seemed to stare off over her shoulder as he nodded.

“I’m Bisca, by the way,” she added for good measure, and he nodded again.

“Alzack. Nice to meet you.”

Strangely enough, her face grew warm again as he smiled and she glanced down at the table—catching sight of his snowflake project. The snowflakes he had made were so delicate and beautiful.

“You’re really good at that,” sighed Bisca before sheepishly scratching the back of her neck. “Mine haven’t really been turning out.”

Alzack thoughtfully tilted his head towards her stack of snowflakes, but he smiled. “I like them.” A flush of rose filled his cheeks before he motioned towards their companions scattered throughout the guildhall making snowflakes of their own. “Everyone’s look different…”

Bisca followed Alzack’s line of vision—glancing around at their guildmates. At the end of their table, Happy was laughing while floating around Natsu, Gray and Cana as Natsu unfolded his newest snowflake with a curious tilt of his head.

“It still doesn’t look like a snowflake…” hummed Natsu before Happy swooped in and playfully grabbed it.

“No, but it does look like a delicious fishy.”

Gray shrugged his shoulders as he intently snipped away at his paper. “Give it up, Natsu,” he bantered. “Maybe you’d have better luck if we were making paper fire.”

“Or fishies,” chimed Happy, and Natsu huffed.

“You really think your ice magic makes you better at arts and crafts,” teased Cana playfully nudging Gray in the arm. Gray frowned but insisted, “Ice is basically snow, and if I can make ice magic then I can easily make some snowflakes.”

“Paper snowflakes,” Cana interjected as she added another small but pretty snowflake to her pile. “That’s different. Clearly…” she added with a playful, bantering smile as Gray unfolded his newest “snowflake” with its hard lines and geometric patterns.

Gray rolled his eyes, but a smile twitched in the corners of his mouth. “At least it doesn’t look like fish.”

“You wanna say that again,” huffed Natsu standing up from the table. Gray soon followed, but Erza, who Bisca somehow hadn’t even noticed get up from her seat suddenly appeared between them to intervene.

“Stop it. We’re supposed to be celebrating. Now sit down and finish your snowflakes.” Erza placed a hand on both boys’ shoulders and gently pushed them back down to their seats causing Cana and Happy to burst into laughter.

There was laughter coming from the other end of the table as well, and both Alzack and Bisca turned their heads to find the Strauss siblings practically cracking up as Bickslow turned his paper snowflakes into little hats for his “babies” who excitedly hovered around them. His team, the Thunder Legion, seemed less amused or at least they tried to appear that way, but Bisca caught Freed and Evergreen stifling laughter as they unfurled their own snowflakes—both elegant with curving, graceful lines. Even Laxus was trying his best to hide a smile behind the somewhat boxy snowflake he had been cutting out. The laughter was soon drowned out by applause for Mirajane’s beautiful cluster of snowflakes she had somehow managed to cut from just one piece of paper.

Bisca’s mouth curved into a smile. She supposed Alzack was right. Everyone’s snowflakes did look different, but that didn’t have to take the fun out of the tradition. Still, she didn’t want her sorry excuses for snowflakes hanging up in the windows next to the others.

“Do you think you could show me how you make yours?” she asked Alzack somewhat shyly. His face flushed, but he nodded. Bisca could have sworn his blush deepened as she leaned across the table to watch him. The movements of his hands were thoughtful and gentle as he carefully folded and cut the paper with a certain gracefulness that somehow translated to his snowflakes when they were unfurled. Bisca never could quite figure out how to make her snowflakes look like his, but by the end of the evening, she had a few snowflakes of her own that she was proud to hang in the guildhall windows beside her guildmates’ creations at the Fairy Tail holiday party later that week.

After all the snowflakes were hung, Bisca took a step back to admire them. “Thanks for helping me,” she said with a slight smile, and Alzack nodded.

“You’re welcome. Your snowflakes turned out really nice.”

“The whole display turned out really great.” Bisca tilted her head at the window. “And you’re right—they all do look different but…it’s still really beautiful.”

Alzack hummed thoughtfully before he quietly replied, “I think that’s the point...”

Bisca tilted her head towards him curiously. “What do you mean?”

“It’s almost like our guild. Everyone is a little bit different, but when we all come together, it makes something beautiful—a family.”

Bisca felt something warm spreading through her chest, and her face relaxed into a gentle smile. A family. After being alone for so long, she liked the sound of that, and from the look on Alzack’s face, it seemed he did too.

She met his eyes for just a moment, but before she could say anything that pesky lock of hair fell into her face again. She puffed at it irritably—trying to blow it out of the way before finally giving up and just pushing it off to the side with her hand again. As she tried her best to tuck it behind her ear, she caught sight of Alzack awkwardly fumbling around for something in his pocket. Bisca’s brow furrowed as his face flushed red and he handed her a small box tied with a bow.

“Maybe this will help…” he mumbled, seemingly unable to look her in the eyes.

Curiously, Bisca carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box to find a small hairpin with a snowflake in the corner. “It’s so pretty,” she sighed—her cheeks growing warm. “Thank you, but you really didn’t have to do that. I—I don’t have anything for you. I’m sorry. I…um…” As she turned away from him guiltily, she caught sight of the job board. “Well…uh…what about a job?”

Alzack’s eyes widened in surprise, and Bisca’s face flushed as she continued, “Um…I mean…you and I are both new and don’t have a team or a partner to go on jobs with yet. Would you…”—her voice hitched but she shrugged her shoulders in her best attempt at nonchalance—“want to team up with me?”

She didn’t look at his face as she finished her question. Surprising as it was, it was almost as if she couldn’t. She bit down hard on her lip—trying her best to ignore the palpable silence, but when Alzack finally answered, “I’d like that very much,” she couldn’t hold back her smile. If Bisca was being honest with herself, she didn’t know if she had ever been as happy as she was in that moment—standing in the Fairy Tail guildhall next her new partner surrounded by the snowflakes carefully made by her new family.

Something warm and affectionate ached in Bisca’s chest. It really was beautiful.

*-*-*

Bisca cleared her throat and wiped her now misty eyes as she turned her attention back to her snowflake project. Her detour through her memories had left her far behind her companions, especially Alzack who had a big stack of snowflakes in front of him. Bisca wasn’t entirely sure why he had made so many. After all, there weren’t many windows to fill in their new tavern guildhall. When the time came to hang them in the windows, however, she finally understood, and the realization made her breath catch in her throat and her chest grow tight.

There were, of course, several of Alzack’s delicately crafted snowflakes Bisca had come to recognize and love over the years, but in his other snowflakes she saw Erza’s diamond shapes, Gray’s geometric patterns, and Freed and Evergreen’s curving, flowing lines. There were Laxus’ boxy snowflakes, Cana’s small but pretty flurries, and Mirajane’s beautiful cluster of paper snowfall. Even Natsu’s snowflakes that looked more like fish made an appearance amid so many other unique shapes and patterns they had all come to recognize over the years. No, they weren’t exact, and they weren’t the same, but as she heard Macao gasp and Romeo start to sniffle again, Bisca was sure her guildmates saw it too. Their dear friends—their family were still represented, and looking at the beautiful window now, it was almost as if they were all together again.

As Alzack returned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, Bisca wiped a tear from her eyes.

“What do you think?” he asked, and Bisca could see the tears in the corners of his eyes as well.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Good enough for our little girl?” he asked. Sniffling, Bisca nodded, but it was her husband who said the words she so desperately wanted to say. “I wish she could have seen them for real.”

Shutting her eyes tightly in a last ditch attempt not to cry, Bisca threw her arms around Alzack’s neck and pulled him into a tight hug. She could feel him choke on his breath, his shoulders trembling as if he was also trying not to cry. As she gently ran her hand through the hair on the nape of his neck, she whispered a painful, “Me too.”

Alzack comfortingly stroked her back. No more words were spoken, but they didn’t need to be.

Their tears had dried by the time Asuka finally woke up from her nap, and they walked her over to the window with loving smiles.

“Do you see those snowflakes, Asuka?” cooed Alzack as he held their daughter.

“Your papa made a lot of those,” added Bisca. “Aren’t they pretty?” Asuka’s eyes widened—blinking curiously at the window then at her mother and father.

“This the Fairy Tail guild’s tradition,” Bisca continued. “It’s how we remember we’re a family.” She turned to smile at Alzack then, leaned her head on his shoulder.

“That’s your family too, Asuka,” said Alzack. “And someday you’ll get to put your snowflake in the window just like Mama and Papa.” He paused, but he took Bisca’s hand and intertwined their fingers. “There’ll be lots of snowflakes in the window again someday. You’ll see…”

Alzack was once again right—though Bisca supposed at this point she should’ve expected it. It seemed to be a superpower of his.

Just a few years from now when Asuka was old enough to cut out her own snowflakes and hang them alongside her Fairy Tail family’s, the windows in their guildhall—their real guildhall in it’s rightful place in the center of Magnolia would be filled with snowflakes once again. Bisca would once again hear the laughter of Gray, Cana, and Loke chatting over warm mugs of cider and mulled wine. She’d once again be caught in the crossfire of the Thunder Legion’s annual snowball fight. She’d once again help the Strauss siblings hang holiday garlands from the rafters. And once again she’d watch as Erza, Natsu, and Happy built snowmen together outside of their guildhall—but this time they’d make sure it was a giggling Asuka who gave the snowman his button eyes, carrot nose, and fancy hat. They would all be together again, and Bisca would hold on tightly to Alzack’s hand as they turned to look at the snowflake filled windows of their guildhall—so happy and so thankful that their family had been reunited at last.

In that moment, Bisca would wonder about the first master’s reasoning. Why use snowflakes, something so fleeting and temporary, to represent their family? Snowflakes eventually melt. Winter eventually ends, and spring comes again. But maybe that was the point all along—that it is the love of a family that allows someone to find the beauty even in something dark and cold like a blizzard.

Bisca supposed there were very few things in this world that last forever. It was sad to think that good things didn’t last, but there was hope in knowing that the worst things didn’t last either. And if there was one thing that Bisca found comfort in, it was in knowing that she had her family—the one she had found in Fairy Tail and the one she built with Alzack—to cling to through all the uncertainties and impermanence of life. No matter what happened there would always be snowflakes in the windows of Fairy Tail guild because family lasts forever.

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