#so the dragon slayer is like fine your family dragon gets a pass

[moeblob]

She can transform into a dragon and then falls in love with a man on a mission to slay all the dragons he finds. Who then begins to travel with her brother and his friend and keeps hearing about how "my sister could kick your ass" and he tries to keep his sister away from the dragon slayer because that's a risk he won't take.

Then the sister ends up marrying the dragon slayer.

The end.

[ignitedbynatsu]

Flour Bomb

A/N: Do I post at the most ungodly hours for my readers in the US? Probably. Do I screw myself by doing so? Yeah, I guess... BUt don’t care 🤷I have this weird obsession when I’m done writing something that I have to get it out as soon as possible 👀 That being said, here is the Natsu x children shenanigans @pro-crastinator14 requested! Hope you like it ❤️

Warnings: swearing

Genre: crack, fluff

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"Please don't leave us with those three" Gray pleaded as you bid your goodbye to the guild.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go," you told the ice mage as you gave Mira-Jane a hug.

"Then take them with you" he huffed. He was absolutely not looking forward to spending the day with those three troublemakers, especially with you gone.

"I can't, it's some private stuff with the family about our father's will" you explained before giving him a reassuring smile "You'll be fine, I'll be back by tonight.

"Nalu! Kenji! Promise me you'll behave and don't make it too hard on your dad" you crouched down to their level, so you could look them in the eyes and show then you were serious.

"We promise mommy!" Your eldest promised as she placed her hand over her heart, her younger brother soon mimicking her.

"Natsu, the same goes for you" you eyed your husband as you stood straight again. He was in an intense staring contest with Gray but turned to you as soon as he heard his name fall from your lips.

"When do I ever not behave?" He smiled sheepishly. Happy piped up "how about never?"

Natsu shot him a glare before giving you a loving smile "We'll be fine. Now go, you don't want to be late, do you?"

You pressed your lips against his, lingering a little longer than you'd normally do, only breaking apart when you felt your children hug your legs. "Bye, mommy!"

And with that you were gone, leaving the soon-to-be chaos-filled guild behind you for the day.

"Alright so, you'll go to uncle Gray and tell him something's in your water bottle and when he bends down, you squeeze the bottle, spraying him with water" this is how nearly the whole day had passed. Natsu and his children prank everyone in the guild. From putting fake spiders around the bar to scare Mira-Jane to colouring Levy's glasses, resulting in her having dark circles around her eyes. No one was safe.

"Natsu, that's enough!" A covered in strawberry cake Erza growled as she towered over the fire dragon slayer. They had hidden a small balloon in her cake so when she went to grab a bite with her fork, the small dessert went flying everywhere.

Everyone in the guild had a matching expression, showing how fed up everyone was with the pranks. "Fine, fine we'll stop, right kids?"

"Yep! Here you go daddy" Kenji handed him a mug with what Natsu presumed was beer, so he took a swing. It didn't take long before he spits the beverage out, tasting soap instead of the bitterness of the golden liquid.

The two children ran away laughing "Oh no, what have I started"

Everyone was on high alert for the two little monsters that were your children "this is your fault" Gajeel growled as everyone was looking for them.

"We were just having a little fun, how was I supposed to know they wouldn't know when to stop?" Natsu tried to defend himself.

"They're your kids, are you really that surprised they don't have an off button?" Lisanna deadpanned.

Natsu grumbled, knowing she was right and that he shouldn't have let it go this far "has anyone found them?"

Everyone gathered in the middle with no success, unbeknownst to them, walking right into the two children's biggest prank yet "flour bomb!"

How the two managed to get that much flower up there without anyone noticing was an absolute mystery, but as the words fell from the two young mages mouths, an avalanche of white powder flew down, covering the whole guild and their mages in the process.

"Nalu! Kenji!" Natsu yelled at his children, but the two had already run from the scene, the only thing that could be heard was their laughter.

"Shit! We have to clean this up before (Y/N) comes back" the fire mage cursed as realization dawned upon him.

"We?" Gray laughed "Oh, good luck buddy"

Gray patted his shoulder as he and the others piled out of the guild "Wait! Where are you going?"

"To get cleaned up and go to another bar!" Cana called over her shoulder "have fun with your monsters"

A couple more profanities left Natsu's lips as he peered to the guild, hoping to catch even a glimpse of his children.

"There are footsteps here" Happy announced who had flown up to where they had last seen the two.

"Happy you're a genius!" Once Natsu had climbed up the two followed the trail that led them to a small crawl space underneath the roof.

The dragon slayer poked his head in and there indeed where the two troublemakers "Nalu. Kenji. That's enough. Get your asses down"

The two shared a glance, they had never seen their father this serious before. They obeyed his order and quietly made it back downstairs.

"We're sorry, daddy, we didn't mean to make everyone mad" both their head hung low in shame as they prepared themselves to get yelled at.

Natsu sighed, knowing that he was partly to blame in all of this "it's not all your fault, I should've put my foot down sooner."

"So you're not upset with us?" Nalu lifted her head as she looked at her father with glossy eyes.

"I wouldn't say that, but I think cleaning this mess is punishment enough, so I won't yell at you" Natsu patted his daughter's head.

So the four got to work, trying their best to get rid of all the flour, but it was literally everywhere. Halfway through, the two children had fallen asleep, leaving Natsu and Happy to get rid of the rest.

"What happened here" you gasped as you took notice of the mess in front of you. Both your children were covered in flour and knocked out on a table, while Natsu and Happy, who were also covered in flour, were sweeping the floor.

"(Y/N)! You're back early!" Natsu's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when he heard your voice. Your eyes narrowed at him as you awaited an explanation.

He sighed as he placed the broom against a table and glanced at Nalu and Kenji "A prank that got a little out of hand, but" he rushed to say as you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance "before you yell at us, we all knew we were in the wrong and learned from our mistakes. We even decided to clean up as punishment for our behaviour"

Your eyes cast upon your children, still not saying a word so Natsu decided to continue with his apology "we're really sorry, I'm really sorry. I know you put trust in us, and we broke it"

"I'm never leaving you three alone again" you sighed "but it's fine, you saw that you were in the wrong and took responsibility. Let's finish cleaning up and get them home, shall we?"

By the time you were done, the moon was high in the night sky. "You sure you're not mad at me?"

Natsu's voice was hushed as he carried a sleeping Nalu in his arms while you carried Kenji. "No, you'll always be a troublemaker, but you're my troublemaker and I wouldn't have it any other way"

[neptunesfullbuster]

If possible, can you write a short scenario in which gajeel and his s/o battle against sol (or someone else from phantom) after phantom lord disbanded and he gets protective when his s/o is hurt? It’s fine to not write it if you don’t want to, make sure to take care of yourself!

my hero

summary: after having a great time at your new guild you get attack on your way home by a familiar face 

pairing: gajeel redfox x gn!reader

word count: 835

warnings/genre: none, light swearing

authors note: of course I can, its no trouble! I also wrote that Y/n was apart of Phantom Lord before they disbanded, I hope you don’t mind! also the ex-Phantom Lord member I made them up btw. I noticed last minute that you wanted this short and I kinda failed at that part heh but in my defense i heard  they are less than 1000 words so enjoy!

It was a quiet night. The sky was clear, and the stars were shining bright. Fairy Tail had a massive celebration in the newly built guild hall after defeating Phantom Lord, and you were just heading home for bed after having a grand old time. 

It was odd being in a new guild. You were apart of Phantom Lord for years; it was where you met your boyfriend, Gajeel. Your grumpy Iron Dragon Slayer boyfriend who was currently fighting some of your new guildmates. You placed your hand over your new guild mark, smiling to yourself.

Yes, you were just fighting these people a few weeks ago, but you felt a sense of joy that you hadn’t felt in a while. This guild was seemed to be the family you never had at Phantom Lord. You liked being in your old guild, but you never felt happy there. No one seemed to care for each other the way Fairy Tail does. When Master Makarov approach you, Gajeel and Juvia about joining Fairy Tail, you didn’t think you would be accepted due to what happened. Still, somehow Makarov managed to convince you to join. 

 No one was happy when you all walked in. People were questioning the Master’s choice and saying you weren’t good people. It hurt a bit, but you knew this would happen. You almost walked out that day, but Gajeel grabbed your arm and stopped you.

Now a few weeks later, you were here. A smile on your face and a sense of carefreeness along with it. You were debating on going back to get your boyfriend, but he would be fine, possibly. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something moving in the bushes. You quickly turned your head to get a full look, and it suddenly stopped moving. 

“Hello?” you called out cautiously. 

You stood there, staring at a bush. You felt stupid, but you wanted to know what was hiding.   

“Hello?” You called out again. Nothing, so you shook it off and kept walking home. 

After being further away, you felt something become tight around your throat. A hand covered your mouth as you tried to get what was on you off. 

“This is what traitors deserve.” They whispered in your ear. You recognized that voice. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain go through your left side, you tried to scream but couldn’t. 

“Get off of them!” Another man angrily yelled, and you recognized who it was. 

The man was ripped off of you, and the rope around your throat was released. You fell to your knees, gasping for air. Holding your throat, you turned to see who attempted to kill you. 

“Dai?” It was your old guildmate, Dai Tanaka. A hot-headed asshole who you were forced to get along with, you never a fan of him.

“It’s me, princess.” He grinned at you, ready to fight. 

Gajeel stepped in front of you before Dai could do anything else to you and taking the blow. 

“Gajeel!’ You yelled as he was thrown to the side. 

You fell onto your butt, it was hard to move due to your wound, but you tried pushing yourself away from your ex-guildmate. 

Dai rose his hand, ready to hit but was interrupted by Gajeel, who knocked him to the ground. He continued by grabbing onto Dai’s foot and tossing him around like a rag doll. You shielded your face as the rubble went flying at the impact. 

“Gajeel! I think he’s good!” You shouted, but he ignored you, continuing to do immense damage. 

“Gajeel! Stop!” You yelled. He gave him one last blow in the gut before looking at you. You were lying on the ground, clenching your side while you stared at him, worried.  

“I’m good! He’s good!” Gajeel looked down at where Dai laid unconscious. He looked back to you and rushed to your aid. 

“You are definitely not okay!” He ripped a piece of your shirt to wrap around your body. He lifted your bridal style as he rushed back to the guildhall. 

Your eyes began to feel heavy, and your head was spinning. “Y/n, you gotta stay with me!” 

“I’m trying,” you mumbled, “I’m just starting to feel tired.” 

Gajeel quickened his pace. You need medical attention fast. A crowd of people formed because of the noise and destruction, but he was quickly pushing past them. 

“Outta my way!” He shouted. That was the last thing you heard before passing out. 

Your eyes open and groaned at the brightness of the room. 

“Y/n?” 

“I’m alive?” You questioned as your eyes adjusted. 

You tried sitting up, but your boyfriend stopped you. He let out a chuckle, “Yes, you are you, idiot.” 

“Dang it,” you joked. 

The memories of last night flowed back to you, “Thank you for coming to my rescue.” you smiled at him.

“Comes with the whole dating package, I guess.” 

You let out a laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder. 

“My hero.”

[elismistscorner]

OC Interview: Eli Aleksandros

Draw (or use an old drawing, don’t worry!) or take a screen of your character in an interview setting and make them answer the following questions!

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Thank you @i-mybrunettelady and @thoseofuswhoblossom for tagging me, this was fun to do!

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Off stage:

Eli: "Do I really have to do this? it feels so pretentious and blah"

Albus: "Yes! You are a hero to these people, and maybe knowing about you will help inspire others! You will be fine, and I'll be right over here for you."

Eli: sighs "okay."

INTRODUCTION

Can you introduce yourself?:

“Hello, I am Eli, Champion of Aurene.” After a moment of silence, Albus interjects: "You might also know him as Dragon slayer, God slayer, Guild leader, Priory Archon or Magister, Hero of Lion's Arch, Hero of Shaemoor, and ex-commander of the Pact-" "Oh my god. Albus!!" "Love you~"

What is you gender identity, orientation and relationship status?:

"I'm male, and...” looks over at Albus "engaged to that goof over there."

Where and when were you born?:

“I errrr... am not sure exactly where I was born, but I grew up within the walls of Divinity's Reach in Salma District. Well, at least until my elemental abilities started to show, and then I was sent to the Priory HQ but still inside Divinity's Reach. For the second part of that question; I am about old enough to be a sylvari secondborn.”

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?:

“I guess I was 'classically trained' in the Priory to use the staff, so that may be what I am most confortable with. Albus helped me train with the sword when we realized we would have to confront Balthazar... that did not turn out so well, but against non-gods I can hold my own. However, now that I find myself in a bit of a lull, I have begun training with other weapon types, but that's confidential information... at least for now” he chuckles.

Lastly, are you happy?:

After a brief pause to think his answer, Eli looks down at his ring and then at Albus. "Yeah. I would say so."

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?:

"Hmm... well, like I mentioned earlier, I don't have any clues on my biological parents, but Uncle Andrew raised me like his own, and his daughter, Petra, is like a sister to me. I haven't been able to visit them in some time, but we exchange letters; they're doing well."

Have you ever ran away from home?:

"Technically yes? 'Ran away' makes it sound dramatic. As a child, I just wanted to find a place where I could figure out my elemental abilities without hurting anyone."

Would you consider marriage or having children?:

Eli looks over at Albus who is clearly waiting to hear this answer. "Okay so. Earlier, when I said I was engaged, I lied a little bit. Albus and I are actually married! He declares with joy and relief. "After I recovered from Bangar's ambush in Drakkar's lair, we decided to not waste any more time. We had been going non-stop for so long, and we were headed into an uncertain future, so we decided to just get married right there in the Eye of the North with some of our guildmates present, and Aurene of course. It was really nice actually. On the subject of children, does Aurene count?" he laughs.

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?:

"What? I don't... what? They're not really your friend if you.. hate... them? I'm not sure I understand the question."

Which friend knows everything about you?:

“Definitely Albus," he smiles "he's seen me at my best and worst. However, I do also have a couple good friends in the Order of Whispers, who I trust enough to confide in. But also, who knows what information they have on me in their archives. So maybe them too. Oh and Jory as well; again, she's someone I trust, but she's also very intuitive and a personal detective. Haha, maybe my life is not as private as I would like it to be”

ASKED BY FANS

Are you literate? Have you been to school?:

“Did you say this was asked by a fan? Anyway, yes. Like I mentioned, I grew up partially in the Priory so...”

The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?:

“So, this is less a prediction, and more a theory I had. See, I've always been fascinated by the mists and alternate realms or dimensions; fractals if you will. And I always thought there must be some way, when all the stars perfectly align for a soul to come back from the dead by traversing through time/space in the right way. And well, here I am.”

What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?:

With an almost apologetic look, Eli glances at the floor, then up at Albus. “That I have managed to surround myself with very capable people, and that I can trust them to hold their own... aaand that I cannot do this alone; I need them.”

Do you have mental health or physical issues?:

“When you say these are fan questions... like who exactly... I'll say this. I am very lucky to have the people I have around me. They help me stay grounded.”

What is your current main goal?:

“For so long my only goal has been to survive. Except not even that. So for now I don't have any goals per se. Although I am looking forward to the Festival of the Four Winds to return. We always use it to take some time off and just be. The beaches are really nice-" "Also the Queen's Jubilee!" Albus interrupts. "Hah... On a different note, I've read so much about Cantha, and now that I've explored Elona, I'd like to see the Jade Sea, but who knows when that will happen.”

CHOICES

Drink or food?:

“Oh hmmm.. it depends on when you ask me. When we were lost in the (Magumma) jungle, between the rivers and creeks and the HUMIDITY, I never really thirsted for a drink, but a nice meal would have really hit the spot. However, while wondering through Elona, there were so many times I would've killed for a refreshing drink. So... both?

Cats or dogs?:

"Oh dogs for sure"

Early bird or night owl?:

“Hmmm... well, the Elonian sky is a true wonder that can only be perceived at night but sunrises are nice... No, you know what. I'm a night owl. Yup. Don't know why I hesitated”

Optimist or pessimist?:

"I don't think I could... I have to believe things can and will improve, otherwise why would I bother going through everything I have?"

Sassy or sarcastic?:

“I think sarcasm? I know I definitely cannot out-sass Albus.”

HAVE YOU EVER

Been caught sneaking out:

“Pretty sure it happened in the Priory a couple times. Except... I wasn't sneaking out, I was... sneaking... in.” he sighs "I wanted to get in the library after hours and keep researching...-" "OH MY GOD ELI HAHAHA" Albus bursts off-stage.

Broke a bone:

“Wait like, A specific one? I don't... Like, you realize it is statically impossible that I would have gotten this far without such an injury.“

Received flowers:

“Yeah actually! It was nice.“

Ghosted someone:

Eli's gaze wanders as he takes a moment to think of an answer. "Oh, I guess I have. There was this one time that I accidentally ghosted a couple friends... when I died HAAAA!" He boasts with unwarranted pride on his own joke while scanning the room's reactions. "Get it? cause I was a ghost!" he grins. "That was good, wasn't it?" Albus simply facepalms in the corner.

Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get:

“Let me remind you again, I grew up inside basically a library full of smart people. Smart people that sometimes like to show off just how smart they are by using humor they know you will not understand because you're a CHILD.”

After the interview:

Eli: "So? how did I do?"

Albus: "You were great, as I knew you'd be. You we're yourself, and that's all I would ever ask of you."

Eli: "Thanks. I'm glad you were here with me."

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I tag (with no obligation of course, I would love to catch up on old OCs or learn about new ones but you can pass!):

I feel to "new" to tag people haha. I guess I tag you the reader! If you've been waiting on someone to tag you to join the fun, this is your chance! :D

Also @thepinkywarband, get on this (if you wanna) :3

[the-writing-trash-panda]

Just as the Stars Light Up the Night Sky|| A StingYu (Sting x Yukino) story Chapter 1

Sting awoke to the sun shining into the room and filling it with a warm glow. He turned over to the celestial mage next to him and ran his fingers through her soft hair. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal those large brown orbs that the guild master could never get tired of looking into.

"Morning Yuki" Sting hummed, moving his hand down to her bare back, causing her to shiver.

"Sting-sama we shouldn't be doing this, it isn't right, you're the master and well I'm nothing special." Yukino said, placing her hand on his chest to push him away.

"You know I hate when you say crap like that, you're amazing." Sting said, causing Yukino to blush a deep red. Sting, not being able to help himself pressed his lips against hers, she wanted to stop him but he was just such a damn good kisser. Soon Yukino was able to push the dragon slayer off of her. She sat up, her feet touching the cold floor.

"I'm sorry Sting-sama I can't do this, I'll see you at the guild hall." Yukino said putting on her clothes that had been discarded on the floor last night. She walked out the door, not another word said.

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It's been a few weeks since Yukino had decided to avoid Sting and she felt awful. She could see how much it hurt him that she wouldn't talk to him, but she knew this was for the best. However she wasn't thinking about that at the moment because she was too busy being sick. Minerva had come over that morning only to find the other girl vomiting, so now she was making some tea to help her friend.

"Sorry you had to see that M'lady" Yukino said, coming out of the bathroom and sitting on the couch.

"It's fine, I've seen worse." Minerva replied, sitting down next to the celestial mage. The two sat there in silence, both of them not sure what to say.

"So, uh, how long have you been feeling sick like this?" Minerva asked, placing a hand on the other girl's shoulder.

"I don't know, I guess about a week or so, but it's only in the morning I'm fine the rest of the day." Yukino explained and as she went further into detail about what had been happening Minerva started to understand why.

"Yukino, it sounds to me like you're pregnant. I could be wrong but it wouldn't hurt to make sure. Now who is the sick fuck I need to kill for doing this to you!?" The dark haired girl said ready to take down a hundred men if it meant protecting one of her guild mates.

Yukino panicked, what was she supposed to say, Minerva could be right, but if that's so then not only does it affect herself but also Sting. 

"Um, well maybe it's uh, Sting," Yukino told her friend, fidgeting with her shirt.

"Oh, I didn't... you two have, uh, done the deed?" Minerva asked, suddenly feeling super awkward. Of all of the things to happen she never would have guessed that two of her guild mates were off having sex. Yukino just pulled her legs up to her chest and tried to stop the tears from coming. 

"Okay then, let's find out if you really are pregnant, if you aren't then you can go back to living your life as it is now, but if you are you have to tell Sting. I know you and you try to run away from your problems thinking you are a burden to others, but Sabertooth is your family and we want to help you through the hard times, understand?" Minerva said, pulling Yukino into a hug and rubbing soothing circles on her back.

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After Minerva's visit Yukino went to the doctor to check if she was really pregnant and Rouge had decided to go with her. He had talked to her earlier and wanted to make sure she was okay.

~FlashBack~

Yukino had walked into the guild hall hoping no one would notice her, but of course she just didn't have luck on her side.

"Oh, hey Yukino, about time you showed up. I don't think I could have handled M'lady and Sting on my own much longer." Rouge gestured for the short haired girl to come sit next to him. Yukino sat down across from the dragon slayer and by the look on her face he immediately knew something was bothering her.

"Rouge, can I talk to you about something?" Yukino asked, petting the little exceed sitting by her on the table.

"Of course, what's up?"

Yukino sighed looking down this was hard for her, but she trusted Rouge he had always been looking out for her and was her best friend.

"I think I might be pregnant with Sting's kid. I'm going to go see a doctor later to make sure and I need someone to be there with me." Yukino explained hugging herself as the tears threatened to fall.

"Don't worry, I'll go with you, I need a break from these crazy people anyway." Rouge said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.

~End Flashback~

Yukino and Rogue were sitting in the waiting room not talking when a doctor came out and called for Yukino. The two followed the doctor to a room where they had to do more waiting.

The appointment went well and it was confirmed that Yukino was pregnant. She was now in the bathroom crying and Rouge was trying to get her to come out. He had called Sorano thinking she would have more luck calming down Yukino but she hadn't arrived yet.

"Come on Yukino, you can't stay in there forever." Rouge said, knocking on the door. He was then stopped by a hand on his shoulder, he looked over to see the girl's sister and backed away to let her try and talk to Yukino.

"Yukino, it's me, Sorano can I come in?" The angel magic user asked in a gentle voice. The door opened just a little to reveal the tear stained face of Yukino. Sorano then walked into the bathroom and started to comfort the young mage.

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It has been three days since Yukino went to the doctor and no one had seen her. Rouge, getting worried, decided to go look for her. When he got to her place no one was there, he soon found that all of her photos were also gone. The dark haired dragon slayer went into the bedroom looking for something only to find a note one the bed, he picked it up and read it every word adding more saddens.

Dear Sabertooth,

I have decided to leave for the time being, I don't know when, or even if I will come back, but don't worry. I am staying with my sister, so I'm safe you don't have to come looking for me. Just know that I'm not leaving because of something any of you did, this is for personal reasons. Please don't try and make me come back this hurts enough already, you guys are my family, but this is my decision. Oh, and I have attached my recipe for the float cookies since you all enjoy them so much.                                                                                                                                   ~Yukino 

Rouge looked at the piece of paper that was stapled to the letter to see the recipe. Another folded piece of paper caught his eye, it was a second letter with Sting's name on the front. Rouge assumed that Yukino wrote this for him and only him to read and decide not to open it, though it would make sense to take it with him to pass onto the guild master.

When the shadow dragon slayer got back to the guild hall he told everyone about the letter he had found causing them all to start talking at once trying to get answers.

"Yuki left, without even saying goodbye, does she hate me?" Rouge could hear the other dragon slayer whisper to himself. 

"Here, Yukino left this one for you." Rouge said, handing the letter to Sting. Sting took the paper and left to his office without another word.

Sting's POV:

I sat at the desk in my office staring at the letter debating whether to read it or not. In the note left for everyone Yukino said that she didn't leave because of us, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that I did something. I decided that it was best to put the note aside for now and read it later, I had a guild to run anyway.

I went back out to where everyone else was only to be bombarded with questions.

"Sting, are we going to go get Yukino?" M'lady asked after I got everyone to quiet down. She looked so upset, her and Yukino had grown super close and now her friend was gone.

"No" 

"What!? But Sting, we can't just let her leave like this!" Minerva shouted at me.

"You think I don't know that, this hurts me just as much as it hurts you, maybe even more. Yukino is my everything, I love her more than my own life and now she's gone. But she doesn't want us to follow her and we need to respect that." I said as the tears started to fall, I couldn't handle this right now so I went home.

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9 Months Later

Yukino's POV:  

I had just given birth to a healthy and beautiful baby girl, and was overjoyed to have this little bundle of joy in my life, but that didn't stop the pain of not having my Sabertooth family with me.

"So, watch'a going to name her?" Macbeth asked not sleeping for once.

I looked down on her small face thinking of the best name for such a tiny, but bright child. 

"Alumina " I said, settling on a name and smiling out of pure joy, I just wish her father could have been here.

[classysassy9791]

When a job goes terribly wrong, the Fairy Tail guild is left to pick up the pieces. Mourning the deaths of their guildmates, Lucy can't seem to find the strength to move forward. But she comes to realize one person understands. His madness was her mercy, and she finally began to hope that maybe he could make her heart beat again.

Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Adventure/Tragedy Warning: Character Death(s) Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l

Chapter 3 Word Count: 3,100 Can also be found here

I give up on editing this anymore so here it is

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The first thing Juvia noticed upon entering the guildhall that morning was that Gray was nowhere to be found. More often than not, he arrived earlier than she, prompting a touch of concern as to where the ice-make mage could be. He had taken a job the day before, so there was a chance he could be sleeping in after arriving home late.

The second thing she noticed was the hum of electricity among her fellow guildmates. They gathered at the tables closest to the stage, everyone murmuring amidst themselves. Knitting her brows with worry, the bluenette weaved her way over to where Wendy sat.

“Good morning, Wendy,” she greeted the young girl with a small smile. “Why is everyone so lively?”

With a drained look she offered, “Hello, Juvia,” before dropping her gaze to the floor. “I-I guess you haven’t heard yet.”

Blue eyes glanced between her and Charle, who perched beside her with a hollow expression. “Hear what?”

“Well, Team Natsu went on a mission yesterday and-”

Her heart missed a beat, terrifying worst-case scenarios coming to her mind with Gray’s absence. “Where’s Gray?” Juvia demanded anxiously. “Has he returned?”

Wendy quickly nodded, setting her panic at ease. “Yeah, he came home. He’s in the infirmary right now. I’m not sure what happened, but he and Lucy were hurt pretty bad.”

Her eyes shifted distractedly over to the hallway leading to their clinic. “Maybe Juvia should go check on him.”

“Absolutely not,” a woman interrupted before she could scamper off to his side. Porlyusica suddenly appeared with her ever present scowl. “He needs to rest. Leave him be.”

“O-Oh… Ah… right,” Juvia stammered, feeling a blush come to her cheeks. She still felt anxious, but knew better than to question the elder woman’s words. “Will he be all right?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s a stubborn fool.”

The water mage breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

“Hey, you guys!” Levy called as she bounced over, Team Shadowgear hot on her heels.

“Oh, good morning,” Wendy greeted.

“What happened last night?” the solid-script mage asked, concerned lines creasing her brow as she took note of their medicinal advisor. “Jet told me he had to fetch Porlyusica.”

“Gray and Lucy were badly injured,” Juvia explained. “What happened is still unclear.”

“Cana didn’t offer an explanation either when she came to get me,” Jet said, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve never seen her so sober.”

Levy fiddled with the hem of her dress nervously, giving Wendy a questioning glance. “Is Lu okay?”

“She’ll be fine,” she affirmed with a small nod. “They both just need some rest for now.”

“What’s everyone buzzin’ about?” Gajeel questioned as he sauntered over, keeping his eyes peeled on the rest of the guildhall. “Ain’t like them this early in the morning.”

Panther Lily hopped onto the table next to Charle. “We’re usually never here this early,” he pointed out.

“Master wants to make an announcement.” Cana strolled over, her customary barrel of alcohol propped against her hip and a soft warmth blooming upon her cheeks. “It’s not good.”

“Why do you say that?” Levy asked.

“I saw Lucy and Gray come in last night. It was pretty bad.”

“You don’t think something terrible happened, do you?” Wendy fiddled with her hands anxiously.

Gajeel folded his arms over his chest. “Didn’t they go on a mission with Salamander?”

“Yeah, along with Erza and Happy.” Levy’s hazel eyes quickly scanned their gathered guildmates. “But I haven’t seen either of them all morning.”

“The Thunder Legion was sent out, too,” Cana mumbled. “This doesn’t sit well with me.”

The guildhall suddenly hushed as Makarov entered the room, climbing up onto the stage in order to be better seen and heard. Mirajane stood beside him, but her usual cheerful smile had been replaced by a deep frown. Her eyes were rimmed red and her cheeks were flushed, making it apparent to everyone that she had been crying. Levy exchanged an anxious glance with those beside her.

Their master cleared his throat, his eyes noticeably misty. “My heart is heavy today,” he began, his voice thick with tears. “I come to you not as your guild master, but as a member of the family we hold dear. Unfortunately, in this world, not everything can be fixed, no matter how much we wish it could.”

Dread had Levy’s stomach locked up tight and her teeth clenched together.

The room fell eerily silent. “Yesterday, our strongest team went on a mission to capture bandits in Freesia. But demons from the books of Zeref blindsided them.”

Levy swallowed against the hard lump in her throat. It became hard to breathe. Where was Erza, Natsu, and Happy? Why weren’t they there?

“It is with a broken heart that I tell you some of our family did not make it home alive.”

“N-No,” Levy whispered, her hands muffling the gasp that escaped as tears welled in her eyes. Loud murmurs of disbelief rang out across the guild, fear building in a frenzy as everyone turned wide eyes to their master.

He paused for a moment to reel in his emotions as Mirajane quietly broke down sobbing beside him. “Natsu, Erza, and Happy all died in battle. They were our beloved family and fought bravely to instill the protection of those we hold dear.”

The news passed through the guild like a hurricane. Levy’s mind was laid waste by it, the desolation she felt all consuming. She suddenly felt weak in the knees, falling backwards onto a bench. Cana dropped her alcohol, causing the contents to spill onto the floor. The room filled with hysterical crying, the screaming sobs molding together to form one.

“T-Tom Cat…?” she heard Charle whisper from beside her, a choked sob escaping Wendy’s lips.

Gajeel clenched his hands into fists, wide eyes staring as he tried to comprehend the master’s words. “S-Salamander? No way…”

Levy cried as if her brain was being shredded from the inside. From her mouth came a cry so raw that Gajeel bent down to pull her to his chest, running shaky fingers through her hair. She curled her hands around his shirt so she could find some gravity with her violent shaking. The whole world vanished for her. Now there was only pain enough to break her - to break them - pain enough to change them all beyond recognition.

“My children!” Makarov cried out above the noises of desolation.

The screams quieted to soft, choked sobs, as they all turned blurry vision toward him. Each of their expressions begged him to have the answers as to how this had happened… as to how they were supposed to endure such a loss.

He looked over each and every one of them, his own tears falling down his cheeks. “Y-You’re going to think that the pain will never end, but it will. That I can promise. But first, you have to let it all in. You can’t fight it; it’s bigger than you. You have to let yourself drown in it, but then, eventually, you’ll start to swim. And every single breath that you fight for will make you stronger. And I promise you, you’ll beat this! We all will!”

“How the hell did this happen?!” Macao called out angrily. “How?!”

Makarov shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t have all the details. Thank Mavis that Gray and Lucy were both brought back home alive. They’re in the infirmary recovering thanks to Wendy and Porlyusica.”

Levy squeezed her eyes shut, listening as Gajeel mumbled incoherent phrases, as Juvia cried for a queen, and Wendy sobbed for a fellow dragon slayer. She took in everything, feeling as if a weight pressed on her chest, and she was drowning in her own tears.

Their master wiped his hand under his nose like a child. “I have postponed any job requests for the time being. With the jewels we received from the Games, I will cover all expenses until further notice. Do not break alone, my children. We are a family, and we will get through this together - as a family.”

Within the mess of emotions surrounding her, Levy repeated Makarov’s news over and over again in her mind.

Natsu… Erza… Happy… dead…

Lucy… Gray… alive…

And then her eyes opened wide.

Lucy…!

...

Lucy felt emotionally bankrupt. There was nothing left to feel, nothing left to say, nothing left but the void that enveloped her mind in swirling blackness. She peeked out from beneath her covers and looked at Gray with eyes filled with anguish. He was sitting up, his gaze trained on the window, as he had been for the past two hours.

Reluctantly, once he had woken up and questioned what had happened, she had given him the news of their friends’ deaths. He had yelled out in denial, refusing to believe her, but as she replayed their final moments out on the battlefield as Virgo and Loke appeared, reality started to set in.

Since then, he had clammed up. He had sobbed - she had never seen him so vulnerable - and then he went silent. He now stared vacantly out at the sunrise, as if searching for something.

About an hour ago, she had heard all the commotion coming from the main hall and knew the rest of the guild had been told the news. The door creaked open, catching Lucy’s attention. She glanced over her covers to see a petite young woman with blue hair peek her head in.

“Lu…?” she whispered hesitantly.

The blonde debated if she wanted to see her friend, or if she would rather pretend to be asleep so she could be left alone. Thinking better of it, she pulled the blanket off of her face. “Hey, Levy,” she replied softly.

Levy stepped over, her hands clenched in front of her as if to keep them from trembling. Her cheeks were red and blotchy from crying. “Oh, Lucy…”

Her words were so tender and full of sympathy, that Lucy felt tears welling in her eyes all over again. “He-He’s gone,” she said, her voice cracking. “They’re all gone.”

Lucy’s body began to shake with her sobs, the sound breaking free from her throat, savage and raw. Levy pushed away the covers and slid into the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms around her friend, running her fingers through her golden-spun hair, and whispered soothing words to help calm her shattered heart.

Sometime during it all, Juvia came to Gray’s bedside, reaching out a trembling hand around his own. “Gray…?” she whispered.

His only response was to pull away, ignoring her presence completely. The desolation he felt consumed him, his mind became an icy wasteland; the wind howled in his soul and wrapped icy tentacles around his heart so tightly, it almost stopped beating.

And faintly, he realized, it had begun to rain.

...

Sitting alone at the Fairy Tail guildhall, Cana took a swig from her glass and waited for the effects to kick in. She waited. And waited. But the numb feeling inside her didn’t wane.

The quiet of the guildhall made her blood run as cold as Fiore’s winters. It was as if nature conspired against her in the dark, not daring to whisper the reassurance she craved. Echoes of boisterous voices spun through her mind, of a lively guild filled with fistfights and magic.

Now, there was only silence.

It gnawed at her insides, hanging in the air like the suspended moment before falling glass shattered on the ground. Like a gaping void. It needed to be filled with sounds, words, anything.

The main door creaked open and she heard soft footsteps echo in the empty guildhall. Mirajane walked over to Cana, giving her a weak smile, barely noticeable in the dim lighting. “I thought I’d find you here.” Her blue eyes, which were usually so bright and kind, had dulled to an opaque grey. They were puffy, but her tears had finally dried up.

The card mage tilted her head in acknowledgement, taking another long gulp. “Where else is there to be?”

Humming her agreement, the eldest Strauss sibling slipped behind the bar for a glass to fill from the tap, and joined Cana in a drink. Once the news of what had happened had sunk in, everyone had dispersed to find their own way of grieving.

“I used to complain about how loud the guild was. All the fighting and the music and the people non-stop talking,” Cana said, her voice brittle as if she were about to cry. “Now, it’s too quiet. I’d give my right arm to hear Natsu start a fight or for Erza to end it, or for Happy to make another of his snarky comments.”

Blue eyes peered wistfully over the darkened guildhall, memories of their childhood revolving through her mind. Over a decade had passed since the first of them had stumbled into Fairy Tail. Even after all they had been through at such a young age, they had still been so innocent as to what lay ahead. “It’s a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment, everything you hold dear can be altered forever.”

Cana gripped her glass tighter. “It all just feels like a bad joke.”

“I don’t think the universe is kidding this time.” She didn’t need to voice aloud the circumstances regarding Lisanna’s death. Her body had disappeared in a glitter of golden light. This time, there was no mistake that Natsu, Erza, and Happy were gone. Mirajane took a sip of her drink thoughtfully, swirling the alcohol around in her mouth, relishing in the burn before swallowing.

Cana raised a brow suspiciously. “Since when do you drink?”

“Since I woke up yesterday and never imagined the day would end this badly.” The barmaid shrugged, silver hair a mess and her eyes sad. “I always thought there were bad days, but not in the way most people think, you know? I think… I think really bad days happen when everything seems to be going wrong, and you just want to throw your hands up in the air and give up. Because clearly, the world is out to get you.”

Tears welling in her eyes, Cana held up her glass. “To really, really bad days, then.”

They drank quietly as the shadows grew darker and it wasn’t until after nightfall that they realized something.

As it turned out, a person couldn’t drink away the silence.

...

Every breath was an implosion.

Lucy sat on the edge of the bed with no strength to move. Her shaky fingers finally came to a stop after running restlessly through her messy hair. She bit down on her lip trying not to burst into tears. It wasn’t going to help. It wouldn’t change anything.

Night had fallen, causing everyone to leave the guild. Juvia had fallen asleep in a chair, her head resting on Gray’s bed, but Lucy had persuaded Levy to go home. Brown eyes lifted to look at her teammate, lip quivering.

“Gray…?” Her voice came out in a choked whisper.

“Don’t.” The word was deliberate, and sharper than knives. He didn’t even bother to face her, instead lying on his side with his back toward her.

Lucy glanced away, feeling as if she had been slapped. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders, the events of the day leaving her feeling hollow. “You don’t get to do this,” she muttered, clenching her hands into fists.

“Don’t,” he repeated. “Just don’t. I don’t want to hear you say what I think you’re gonna say.”

Gray had woken up hours ago with the bitter taste of ash in his mouth and the grit of building caked into his skin. Somehow, before Lucy had replayed the events of the battle for him, he had known it was over. A part of him really knew. People always say they thought they would know if someone close to them had died. Maybe it was true. Because something inside him had broken on that day, and he knew it was over.

Grief felt like emptiness in his heart, a sheer of nothingness that somehow took over and held his soul, threatening to kill him entirely. It gave him this heavy feeling that was like the weight of the world sat on his chest.

He knew grief very well.

He felt it when Ur looked back at him, her body becoming the infamous iced-shell, as she gave her life for his. “I want Lyon to discover the world; Gray, you too, of course. You don’t have to be sad,” she had told him with a smile. “I’m alive. I’m eternally alive as ice. Step into the future. I’ll seal your darkness.”

He felt it when Ultear had given years of her life to give him one more minute of his, changing his fate entirely - her elderly face, tilted with lips pulled up, a shake of her head, wordlessly telling him it was okay.

And he felt it when Erza turned her back to him, scarlet hair shimmering in the fire’s glow; her armor cracked, her swords drawn. “I made a promise! I told Ultear I would look after you,” she had shouted back to him, facing the demon head-on as he lay bleeding. “And I never break a promise!” Even though by then she was already dying, she fought on. She was drenched to the core in blood and yet she fought on. She fought on until she collapsed and could fight no more. And then with the crack of bones, she was gone.

Why?!

Why did every woman he had ever learned to care for decide that his life was worth more than theirs? Why was he always the one left behind to mourn, to feel the guilt of their deaths?

It wasn’t fair, dammit!

“Please… Gray…”

Lucy’s voice drew him from his thoughts and he glanced down to see he had wrapped the sheets tight in his fist, turning his knuckles white. He closed his eyes, but she somehow knew he was listening.

“We-We have their blood on our hands… Tell me it’s going to be okay. Promise me it’s going to be alright,” she cried meekly. “Tell me we have a reason to be here when they aren’t.”

He was silent for a moment, turning his hardened gaze to the dark sky outside. “I can’t.”

She opened her mouth and then closed it again, unable to come up with any response.

[thefoodwiththedood]

Hey y’all! Once again, between working on the Devaron’s Angels group pic, I took the opportunity to make some more characters of my own—and since I only made a few more since last time, not enough to warrant a new post, I’m re-posting my last one and working the newest ones into it! From left to right, we’ve got Brahsi’reu’Balnao, Thaom-Vok Neral, Mek Mavos, DEV-41PM, Vrollin K’vaorghuk, Ulga Kavimir, Tsonian Sornell, Jethro, Ramikadyc Vhokan, Nola Starduster, and Möhre! I love how all these guys turned out and are continuing to turn out, and I’d love to develop them some more!

Just like the last times I made new Angels, little blurbs about each one’s backstory will be below the cut. Also, For more information about the Devarons Angels group and how you could make an Angel of your own, check out this post!

Brahsi’reu’Balnao—or just Ms. Balnao, for short—is the former CFO of I’dhako Heavy Industries, better known as the main front for the Raquor’daan gang’s operations. A ruthless businesswoman with more than two decades of experience, Balnao left her position to follow Raquor’daan into the Angels, where she now oversees many of the cell’s financial matters and personally raises much of their funds. She’s shrewd, clever, and high-and-mighty enough to look down on almost anybody—but, irritating as she might be to work with, she can certainly get results.

Thaom-Vok Neral is a marksman with Abaddon’s field support team, though she’s hardly a team player. Formerly a well-adjusted rebel fighter, Neral’s survival of the Serat massacre left her mentally and emotionally scarred, and she’s now a reclusive and nihilistic husk of the person she was. However, she continues to fight, because the way she sees it, more fighting is all she can look forward to in her future.

Mek Mavos is a former member of Jedha’s Guardians of the Whills, who journeyed to Devaron following his home’s destruction in 0 BBY. Kind, compassionate, and skilled as a healer, Mek is always ready to offer his fellow Angels help and guidance, be it physical, mental, or spiritual. He’s wise beyond his years, especially in matters of the Force—it’ll become clear upon speaking to him that he is one with the Force, and the Force is with him.

Lieutenant Colonel DEV-41PM, better known by her nickname Pam, is a tactical droid who joined the Angels in 3 ABY, during the mass defection of the Devaronian Army. Pam’s a 200-year-old family heirloom, of sorts—her original master, a great man by all accounts, passed her down to his descendants as a sort of assistant, but with each successive generation her owners grew lazier, and Pam took on more responsibilities. By her final generation with that family, Pam had effectively become the Lieutenant Colonel her master was supposed to be, and when it came time to defect, she happily left him behind to fight for what’s right, as her own droid.

Vrollin K’vaorghuk is a former mercenary, who left his life of crime to fight for his home planet, and now serves as the leader of Abaddon’s infantry division. While he gets along fine with his fellow soldiers, the death of his father at the hands of a Jedi general has given him a major aversion to and vendetta against Force-users, and this causes him to frequently butt heads with Hes. Even so, he does his best to be a loyal soldier, because if nothing else, he loves his home more than he could ever hate her.

Sul D’vonder is a member of Gargoyle’s fleet division, wherein she captains her hammerhead corvette, the Skeleton Key. A former Rebel Alliance captain, she left her post and joined the Angels following her husband’s death in the escape from Echo Base. She’s upbeat, optimistic, and ready to face any challenge—more often than not with her son and junior co-captain Daki right by her side.

Ulga Kavimir is a long-time member of Abaddon Squadron’s artillery division, who joined the Angels and learned to fight after the rise of the Empire rendered her job as a peaceful protest organizer and free-speech advocate effectively obsolete. She’s strong, proud, and fiercely devoted to not just the cause, but her family within the Angels—even moreso following the Serat massacre, where her husband Vhazo was killed. She’ll do anything to protect her people and her planet, and if the Empire wants a piece of either, they’ll have to get through her.

Tsonian Sornell is a member of the Mandalorian Clan Sornell who operated as a thief in his younger days, but later styled himself as a collector of rare and historic Mandalorian artworks. He’s clearly a gentleman and a scholar, but Tsonian definitely has a streak of eccentricity and a penchant for mysteriousness, which is only amplified by the helmet he ardently refuses to remove in the company of others. Strange though he may seem, Tsonian is primarily a patron of his people and their culture, and he would sooner give up his life—not to mention take that of others—than allow any piece fall into Imperial hands.

CT-477, better known by his chosen nickname Jethro, was a clone trooper and former member of the Grand Army of the Republic, who defected after an injury forced his fellow soldiers to leave him on Devaron, mere days before Order 66 was executed. He was nursed back to health by Taho Vhokan, a Devaronian doctor, whom he later married and had two children with: his daughter Ramikadyc, and his son Bragach. A kind husband and a devoted father, Jethro’s goal is to enjoy the happy life he’s created for himself and his family: the one he never thought he’d get as a young soldier.

Ramikadyc Vhokan is a member of the Angels’ elite Archangel Squadron, who uses what skills she learned from her father—not to mention his old clone armor—to fight the Empire on the front lines. Loyal and devoted to her cause, if a little naive to the intricacies of it, Rami firmly believes it’s her destiny—in her blood, even—to fight, and she relishes the opportunity the Angels have given her. Off the battlefield, though, she’s fun to have around and even greater to have as a friend—which is great, because “friend” is a term she throws around pretty generously.

Nola Starduster is a member of the Angels’ intel division Seraphim, as well as the one-woman crew of a small spy satellite orbiting Devaron, from which she monitors the surface and intercepts Imperial transmissions. Introverted and shy, Nola is, in many ways, the perfect candidate for such a job: she never felt too at-ease among people, and always dreamed of seeing space, so she eagerly took the job when it was offered. Despite this, Nola is still a pleasant person to talk to, if you’re among the fellow Angels who receive her transmissions—she’s always eager to geek out about music or literature, and she’s an excellent listener to whoever needs one.

Möhre is a Devo/Lannik hybrid who serves as part of Belphegor’s maintainence division, who initially came to Devaron in search of adventure. Formerly a plumber, star athlete, racing driver, doctor, dragon-slayer, and mechanic on his home planet, Möhre is the quintessential jack-of-all-trades who has still managed to master one or two of them—however, his eventual retirement left him feeling unfulfilled, if not just bored. Thus, here he is fighting with the Angels, if nothing else just to get one last hurrah in while he’s still willing and able, and add “revolutionary“ to his resume while he’s add it.

[star-kai]

WARNING: LONG STUPID DUMB POST AHEAD.

So I was laying in bed, thinking about the Mandalorian. When Tubbo came across my mind. And my brain thought, “Huh what if Techno raised Tubbo” So here we are now.

If you actually read all of this I have a lot of respect towards you.

TUNDRA AU

A group of travelers founded a land piece. They called it DREAMSMP. After the one who had founded it, Dream.

Dream made himself the leader of the group, however some did not like this because they wanted to govern themselves, or some wanted no government at all.

But to survive the harsh winters and make a living, they put their differences aside to build a civilization for themselves. After all, none of them would dare to go back to the cruel town they lived in. It was ruled by a cruel leader who would have you killed if you gave him as much as a look.

So the group built themselves a town, they found food, made weapons, armor, and explored new technologies.

However some of the group found Dream’s rule to be faulty. He was becoming more like a monarch then a president. The group split up and built another city in DREAMSMP land called “L’manberg”

Dream tried to get the others to come back, he did not want to be weakened by others who refused to follow him. Four members who were on Dream’s side made an organization called “Badlands” whose statement was to cause chaos in secrecy. Dream, nor the group who established L’manberg knew about this little group.

One person named Technoblade wasn’t on either side. He in fact basically lived in both parts of the land without questions from others. This could have been because they feared Technoblade. After all, Techno HATED governments. So in order to not get blown to hell, both sides were respectful to him.

Dream had continued to push L’manberg to its limits, until someone finally made a move and blew up, raided, and destroyed Dream’s town. Dream and the others went to war against L’manberg whom was not prepared for this. (They did not attack Dream :D) Many were injured and slaughtered that day on both sides. Children, women, men, and animals.

Unfortunately nobody knew who actually attacked first. But the badlands did. It was them of course. But they did not do it themselves, they had help from Techno who was sick of wars and governments. So Techno offered aid to the badlands, gaining a new ally.

Eventually Technoblade got power hungry and summoned a creature called the “wither” It destroyed almost everything and killed a lot of people. Both sides realized that the only way to survive and keep a government was to put their differences aside and gang up against Technoblade.

They chased Techno out of DREAMSMP, telling him to never come back. The two rebuilt their empires, making peace with each other. However, we all know that they secretly are planning to go to war again. After all, the badlands are still friends with their favorite exiled anarchist.

(Unfortunately it will be a few years before they have another war)

TECHNOBLADE

After being kicked out of the land, Techno had to survive in a cold Tundra with nothing but an axe and some wood. He made himself a house and a base in no time, but found it difficult to find food and supplies. He did discover new techniques and technologies like:

(idk dragons eggs or mystical things, you know Minecraft mod stuff, I don’t know)

Techno wears a big, handmade, coat with a fluffy hood. The coat enables Technoblade to sit outside in the freezing cold for 5 days at most. Technoblade wears a boar mask, which trying to take it off will be your last mistake. He carries a weapon on his back called “orphan slayer.” Technoblade has a pouch on the side of his waist that stores food, weapons, potions, and other supplies.

As time went on he became more and more violent. He had a thirst for blood and chaos. Needing to suppress these urges, Techno decided to travel through the Tundra, hoping to find something. Luckily for him he did, Techno had stumbled upon a pub where many bounty hunters drank and talked. He found a man who would pay techno with riches if we proved worthy of hunting others down. Turns out the Tundra was a lot bigger than he expected.

Techno struck a deal with the man, not for the riches, but for fun. From then on Techno became a feared bounty hunter, making a name for himself in the Tundra, and in other places too.

For 3 years Techno hunted bounty (he still does) Which in return made him better at fighting others and surviving tough environments. Though that all changed when he found a kid. In a box.

Techno’s personality

Technoblade’s personality is similar to that of the Mandalorian.

He is cold and stern with people he doesn’t know.

He isn’t a very nice person, rather quiet.

He has a very sarcastic sense of humor.

But then again Techno is very scary at the same time

He is fine with murdering people who get in his way.

He won’t show any mercy to anyone.

The things he does are either for THE BLOOD GOD or survival.

He is fine with betraying others at any moment, or switching sides.

He hates working with others, rather wanting to be a lone wolf

TUBBO

Tubbo’s life was perfect until he reached age 5. He had grown up in L’manberg for 5 years. Until the fatal day Dream attacked their nation.

Tubbo’s town was taking some heavy duty from bombs and mass shootings. He and his parents took shelter in their home, waiting for the explosions to settle every day and every night.

They thought it couldn’t get worse, in fact they all thought that it was getting better since they stopped sending tnt down on them. But actually Techno just finished destroying Dream’s land and went after L’manberg.

He blew up houses, families, people. All with fireworks and tnt. Tubbo’s parents put him in a box, in a bunker. The people of L’manberg were going to use this bunker to escape and regroup, none got the chance to. The bunker was an icy tunnel that led to a cave far away from L’manberg.

His parents were blown up before they got to Push Tubbo away. All Techno saw was a little box that faded into the shadows. He didn’t pay much attention to it and went on his way.

Tubbo hit an icy wall inside the cave. He was very deep in the Tundra. Luckily for him, he found a bee hive. For some odd reason Tubbo was known to just attract bees. Nobody knew why or how. The bees would follow him and give him honey. So when little Tubbo found the beehive he waddled up to it. The bees gave him honey and warmth. For exactly 3 years.

3 years had gone by and Tubbo had kinda figured out how to survive on his own. He was pretty good at surviving on his own for an eight year old child. Tubbo didn’t remember much of his parents. All he does remember is fireworks and booms. You can assume he does not like loud sounds.

It all changed when a pyschopathic bounty hunter found him in a box.

TUBBO’S PERSONALITY

Tubbo is just Tubbo but more innocent.

He dislikes loud sounds

Loves bees

The only thing he eats is honey so he’s kinda small and skinny.

He doesn’t have any protection against the cold so being out there for so long has made his body lose almost all feeling.

He’s very sick at times. And sometimes he may pass out unconscious.

It’s a miracle he hasn’t died yet.

Tubbo is very smart for his age, but he’s also very naive and clueless at the same time. He can be convinced very easily.

His attention span isn’t the best at times.

Tubbo is very innocent though, he often doesn’t know who is bad and who is good. He trusts people way too much and wants to be friends with EVERYONE.

Tubbo will no joke follow whoever he sees first.

He is very curious and shy

[petra-deserved-better]

Rivetra fantasy request ? :)

The Dragon Slayer

Fantasy AU

1751 words

Levi Ackerman/Petra Ral

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The small town of Paradis had been plagued by dragons for years. The people who lived there had tried everything, every spell, every charm, every curse that was available, mountains of gold had been lost to knights who had claimed they could slay dragons- they rode off in glory but they never came back.

Eventually it became a way of life for the towns people, they learned to live with the attacks, learned to anticipate them. They built shelters in their gardens and on street corners, you were never more than a few feet from somewhere to hide when you heard a roar or saw smoke and fire in the sky. So the casualties became fewer and farther in between but never gone completely. Children were born who knew nothing but a life where you could be snatched by a dragon at any moment. Death stalked them like an old friend. Everyone knew someone who had died.

Then came the day it all changed. No one knew where they came from, there had never been an attack like it before. There were so many dragons that filled the sky at once. Before long half the towns people had been devoured. Then as suddenly as it began the attack stopped. From that day onwards there were no more attacks. Years passed. The people were scarred and bruised from the fateful day but with each year that passed without so much as a dragon sighting they learned to live without fear. A whole generation of children grew up into young adults who barely remembered what a dragon looked like and only knew of them from the stories. Many of them had lost parents but they could barely remember the creatures that had stolen them.

Then almost ten years to the day of the last attack the dragons returned. They stole away the most beloved girl in the town, Petra Ral. She had lost her entire family in the last dragon attack, she was only thirteen years old but she’d devoted herself to caring for the rest of the orphans who were left behind. She had been walking in the town square when a dragon came and scooped her up where she stood and dragged her off, her legs dangling as it held her in its claws. It was the dragons first mistake, the fear the older townspeople had forgotten returned but the orphans who had known nothing but Petra’s care as they had grown felt only rage. They who had become young adults without parents because of the dragons but had spent most of their life not living in fear of them decided that enough was enough. They set out to find the one person who could help them, Levi Ackerman the dragon slayer.

He arrived three days after they had sent word to him. He rode into town on a black horse. He was dressed in black from head to toe. Two long swords were sheathed on his back, his face bore a scar the whole way down it’s left hand side. It was the closest a dragon had ever come to beating him, the head of the beast that caused the scar was mounted on the dragon slayers wall. At least that was what the legends said Armin had whispered to his friend Eren as they had watched him approach.

Eren raced forwards before the slayer had even had time to dismount from his horse.

“Are the stories about you true?” He cried, his brow furrowed in fury, his finger pointed at Levi in accusation. “Can you really defeat the dragon!”.

Levi eyed the boy carefully. He was used to meeting with hysteria, after all the nature of his job meant that he followed tragedy in its wake. The people who called him were desperate and down trodden.

“Yes,” he replied swinging down from his horse and handing the reins to the impetuous boy. ”But first you’ll tend to my horse. Then I will need all the details of the dragons you wish defeated, and I mean every detail. And finally I need several glasses of the best ale your town serves.”

It was an hour later that he sat drinking his third glass of ale which was, surprisingly not bad, served to him by a talkative girl named Sasha. The townspeople has taken time each telling him stories of the beasts that had blighted their existence. Two things stood out to him, the girl the dragons had taken on their last attack was important to most of them, Petra, it seemed was beloved in the village, secondly they were all mostly convinced that she was still alive.

“You see, they always eat their pray straight away.” The young boy Armin explained, looking across at Levi with earnest blue eyes. “But not this time, it scooped her up where she stood and flew her away. We know it didn’t eat her then so there’s a chance she’s still alive, you need to finder her. Please sir. She practically raised us, all of us here lost parents to the dragons.”

Levi sighed, he knew the chances of this girl being alive were slim to none, but looking at this group of kids he didn’t quite have the heart to tell them that yet. Let them have hope until he brought back the beasts heads. It wouldn’t bring their beloved friend back but it might soften the blow to know that her death had been avenged. He’d play along for now.

“Describe the girl to me, so I know who I’m looking for.”

“We can do better than that sir.” Said Armin with a small smile. “Jean drew a picture of her, it’s a very good likeness.”

An annoyingly tall teen handed a piece of paper to him. Levi studied it and felt his stomach drop. She was beautiful. If this picture was truly a good likeness and the boy hadn’t been exaggerating then-

Levi folded it up and placed it in his pocket, he didn’t want to look into those amber eyes a moment longer, why did the dragons always have to take the beautiful ones.

“Ok, I’ll leave at night fall.”

“We’ll come with you.” Eren said, jumping to his feet.

“No! I fight dragons alone. Just be sure my horse is ready.”

X~~~X

The moon was bright in the sky as Levi rode into the mountains, when he hunted dragons it was essential that his mind was pin sharp and focused, ready for what lay ahead. They were not easy beasts to conquer, they were as intelligent as they were brutal and only a fool would assume that he had learned everything about them.

But tonight his mind was plagued by the image of the girl the dragons had stolen. He was being foolish he knew after all it was only a drawing, the rose tint to her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes might be the product of the artist imagination and not the subject. And yet something about the way her a red hair has flowered about her shoulders sparked something inside him-

Mentally he batted the imagine away and muttered a curse under his breath. He couldn’t keep doing this, focus!

He followed the clues carefully, over years he had learnt how to find a dragons nest, he was sure he’d reach it soon, then he would need to be ready for anything.

“Excuse me.”

A voice, a feminine one coming from nearby caused him to jump. He swung his horse round in the direction that it had come from but he couldn’t see anything.

“Who’s there?” He cried out.

“Are you hear to slay the dragon.” The voice came again but there was a slight tremble in it that made him pause- it couldn’t be, could it?

“Yes,” he answered trying to make his voice gentle as he dismounted from his horse. If it was truly her she’d been up here with dragons for over a week it was a miracle she was alive. “My name is Levi, the townspeople from Paradis sent me to find you.”

“Me?” Her voice was quiet, Levi’s eyes scanned the area trying to find her, he cursed the darkness he usually relied upon.

“You’re safe now, you can come with me.”

A movement to his left caught his eye, he realised it was her stepping out into the moonlight. His breath caught in his throat. The picture had been no exaggeration, if anything it hadn’t done her justice. Her Amber eyes seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, she was breathtaking. No wonder the townspeople had been so desperate to get her back.

“I can’t come with you.” She said as she studied him carefully.

“There are kids in the town below who sent me to find you. They are desperate to get you back.”

“I can’t go back, I made a promise, a long time ago. A promise to keep them all safe.”

What she was saying didn’t make any sense. But then given all she’d been through it made sense that she was a little disorientated.

“Armin and Eren they sent me and Sasha and Jean, they’ve all been worried about you.”

“Then you can give them a message for me please, tell them I’m fine. I had to pay my debt for keeping them all safe and that I hope all I’ve taught them in the last ten years will be enough for them to live long happy lives.”

Levi furrowed his brow, he wondered if she’d even been able to eat or drink the whole time she’d been here, dehydration alone could make people delirious.

“You can tell them yourself, come with me I can help you.”

“You can help me?” She asked her head tilted, she looked disbelievingly at him.

“Yes I can take you back with me.”

“You need to leave now. It’s not safe here for you.” She sounded angry.

“I can make it safe, I am Levi Ackerman the Dragon Slayer.”

“Ah that’s the problem, you see...” Suddenly her eyes seemed to grow brighter, they weren’t just shimmering in the moonlight they were glowing, they were on fire.

Light glowing red shot across her face outlining scales across her delicate pale skin, it almost blinded him as she began to transform. He had just enough time to reach for his sword as he heard her voice echoing all around him.

“I am Petra Ral. I am the dragon!”

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A/N - Hi all, this was a combination of the above prompt and the one below. I’m not sure if your the same anon or two separate ones! But I hope you enjoyed.

As always reviews or evening just screaming in the tags is always appreciated.

[dustyphantom]

When You’re Gone

Angst warning, but also family fluff and children.

Prompt: Loss

Pairing: Fraxus

Laxus sighed, running his hands through his hair. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this. All of it had happened so quickly, he wasn’t sure what to make of the news. After all, Fairy Tail’s worst enemy was dead.

But so was his dad.

He heard footsteps approaching him, steady thumps against the carpeted floor over the gentle patter of the rain outside, “Are you alright?”

Laxus smiled. At least through all of this, he had his husband by his side, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

There was a pause, “May I have a seat?”

The dragon slayer patted the seat beside him on their couch. Freed placed a peck on his cheek as he sat down, swinging one graceful leg over the other. They were both silent for a moment before Freed spoke again, “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”

Laxus nodded, “It’s just… so weird. As a member of Fairy Tail, I feel like I’m expected to be happy about this. But… he was also my father. I mean, he was never a great dad, but he was there.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“I… don’t know,” Laxus admitted, “Empty, maybe? I’m not sad, but I’m not happy either. I don’t really feel anything.

Freed hummed, “That’s understandable. You don’t have to feel a certain way about it. Nobody is expecting anything from you about this.”

“It’s just… something that’s been there my entire life is just suddenly gone. I guess I kinda miss him, but not as a father. Just as someone who’s always been out there. Is that weird?”

The rune mage shook his head, “We all process in different ways. Everything about this is complicated,” Freed’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling the dragon slayer closer, “If you need some time off to process, we’d all understand.”

Laxus let out a huff of laughter, “I think that would be the worst thing for me. I just need something to take my mind off of it.”

Freed smiled before resting his chin on Laxus’s shoulder, “If there’s anything you need, I’ll be here.”

Laxus kissed his husband’s forehead, “Thanks. I love you.”

“And I you.”

The dragon slayer sat still as the rune mage slowly fell asleep, still leaning against him. Freed always looked so peaceful when he slept, his features gentle as his chest rhythmically rose and fell. It was always comforting to see him rest, since he hardly ever slept when they had first met. The Thunder Legion had always been like a family, and they had lost their eldest brother as children. Freed had taken it the hardest, hardly ever sleeping in fear that he would have nightmares about all the people he had lost.

“Papa?”

Laxus looked over to the little boy in the doorway, trying his best to not disturb his husband, “Hey Yuri. What’s up?”

The boy made his way over to Laxus, climbing up onto the couch and then onto his father’s lap, “Is something wrong?”

“Huh? No, why do you ask?”

Yuri frowned, “Your eyes look sad.”

Laxus sighed. Even though he was only five years old, Yuri was always very empathetic. He cared so much for every living thing, insisting that they take in injured birds and nurse them back to health. It was adorable, but Laxus had always wondered where he’d gotten that from, “I guess I am a little sad. But it’s not anything you have to worry about.”

“Is it about Robin?”

The dragon slayer froze. It was rare anyone ever mentioned their lost daughter. Robin was Yuri’s twin sister who had suddenly died three years ago. Although it was no longer taboo to mention her in the guild, nobody ever had much of a reason to talk about her. Laxus always hated remembering the months after she had passed away, when everything had been so bleak and he and Freed grieved every night.

But this was nothing like that. All in all, it was a good thing Ivan was dead, “No, it’s not about her. I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“Oh, okay,” Yuri said, “I’m sorry I talked about her. She makes you upset.”

“It’s alright. It’s just a little hard to talk about her sometimes.”

“Can you tuck me in?”

“Of course. Just give me a minute, I don’t want to wake up your dad.”

Laxus slowly shifted Freed off of him, laying the smaller man down on the couch as carefully as he could before taking Yuri back to his own bedroom. The boy climbed into bed, pulling the covers over himself. The lightning dragon pressed a kiss against his son’s forehead before tugging the covers up just a little further. Yuri yawned, curling up on his side. Laxus waited until the boy was barely conscious before standing up. He brushed a strand of bright blonde hair out of the boy’s face.

“Good night, Yuri.”

“‘Night, Papa,” he mumbled sleepily.

Laxus sighed, slowly closing the door behind him as he left his son’s room. He was lucky to have a kid who was so kind and easygoing. Even he couldn’t remember much of Robin, but he was sure she was more difficult than Yuri was. Still, just thinking about his daughter made his heart ache.

It was an age of peace for Fairy Tail. There hadn’t been any major conflicts in nine years, and the guild was flourishing with new life as the members settled down and started families. Even so, Laxus had suffered so many losses. Makarov had died exactly a year before the twins were born, then Robin, and now Ivan.

When he walked back to the living room, Freed was sitting upright, staring at the lake beyond their window. He stood when he heard Laxus approach, blue eyes almost glowing in the low light.

“Sorry,” Laxus said quietly, “I tried not to wake you up.”

“It’s quite alright,” Freed responded easily, “You had to take care of Yuri. Besides, I’ve always been a light sleeper.”

The dragon slayer looked at his feet, “So did you hear what he asked me about?”

Freed frowned, “I didn’t. Is something wrong?”

Laxus shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not important.”

The rune mage crossed his arms, “You know you don’t have to try to protect me. Come now, I can handle it.”

The lightning dragon sighed his resignation, “He noticed that I was upset and he… he asked if it was about Robin.”

Freed went quiet.

“Of course, he’s allowed to talk about her, but it still hurts, you know?”

“Yeah. I know.”

They both stood silently for a long moment, until Laxus heard a quiet sniffle. Freed wiped tears from his eyes as the lightning dragon looked up.

“Oh, Freed,” Laxus murmured, pulling his husband into a hug.

The rune mage shuddered, “It’s been three years since then. I should be over it. It shouldn’t still make me feel like this.”

“No, no. It’s fine to still be upset. What happened was horrible. Nobody expects you to just get over something like that,” Laxus comforted, “It still hurts me when I hear people talk about her.”

“Gods, I miss her so much.”

Laxus pulled his husband closer, “So do I. But when someone dies, there’s nothing we can do about it. We just have to be happy that they lived.”

Freed chuckled softly, “You inherited the master’s way with words, too.”

“Yeah. I guess I did,” the dragon slayer murmured, “I’m sad he’s gone, but I’m lucky to have had him there when I needed him.”

Laxus smiled, thinking of all the ridiculous things his grandfather did to cheer him up when he was little. He truly was grateful to have such a person with him.

“Freed?”

“Hmm?”

“Promise me you’ll always be by my side.”

“Of course, love. I would never leave you,” Freed responded, “But in return, you must promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“If, for whatever reason, something happens to me, take care of Yuri and the Thunder Legion. They need you.”

Laxus chuckled, “Of course. But nothing will happen to you, right?”

“Of course not. I love you all too much to ever dream of leaving.”

“Good, ‘cause we need you too.”

@ft-wwtdp

[shadyhydrathesnekqueen]

My Secret Santa Fic!!!

Sorry, I couldn’t wait till Christmas!

@kaycha1989 I’m your Secret Santa!!!! Surprise!! <3

thank you to @doginshoe @bmarvels and @bladerivalen for reading this and telling me it’s good, and @petri808 for beta-ing for me!!

A @kuroshironekoserver event!

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“Aaand,” Erza grunted, her hands nearly slipping off of the trunk, “there!” she sighed, resting the giant tree down into a pot. Jellal panted as the weight off of his arms were released, taking a few steps back to marvel at the huge tree in front of him.

“It’s perfect!” Erza squealed, on her tippy toes out of excitement. Jellal chuckled and kissed her temple, a light blush spilling onto each of their faces. Erza smiled softly, but it quickly turned to excitement as she spun around and picked up a box of ornaments, handing them to Jellal.

“Let’s decorate!” she exclaimed, grabbing tinsel and walking around and around the tree, placing it carefully and evenly. Jellal smiled at the way her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth as she strung the tinsel. He grabbed the second roll of the shiny rope, beginning to walk around carefully, making sure to keep up with Erza’s standards as he adjusted every few steps.

“Jellal, you need to keep the tinsel four centimetres apart, it has to be perfect!” Erza scolded, sighing as she went through Jellal’s work and fixing every minute detail. 

Jellal smiled inwardly and tried to suppress the rumble of laughter in his chest. Erza ignored the soft chuckles from him and continued her loop around the tree. 

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, Erza. Let’s just have fun,” he sighed, his lips unable to drop the smile that had been on his face for what felt like hours.

As Erza placed the last bit of tinsel on the tree, she groaned and rubbed the back of her neck, her eyebrows furrowed and her teeth chewing her rosy lips. “I know...I just...I like things to be their best, I guess I’m kinda a perfectionist,” she sighed, leaning against the wall. 

Jellal smirked, knowing how she was and decided to make things a bit lighter. He walked over to the stereo, turning it on and switching the channel to music, the slow beat charming and romantic. Erza smiled at him and walked over, wrapping her arms around his neck.

His arms made their way around her waist, as she laid her head against his chest. They began slowly swaying to the beat, smooth and slow movements as they began dancing.

“Where’d you learn how to dance?” Jellal chuckled, Erza smiled and giggled as he twirled her. Jellal’s eyes were so soft, she noticed, as she looked into them deeply.

“Oh you know, different jobs require different skills,” she said slyly, as she spun into his chest. Jellal sighed and wrapped his arms around her, not caring about the dancing anymore. Erza chuckled and leaned into him, his hot breath on her neck. It made her shiver, but the feeling was something she could never describe.

“We should really keep decorating the tree…” Erza mumbled, Jellal hummed into her shoulder but didn’t let go. Erza sighed as one of Jellal’s hands slithered down her waist.

“Bedroom,” she breathed as she pulled away, dragging Jellal by the neck of his sweater….

“Okay!” Erza yelled, slamming a bag onto the kitchen bench and pulling out various baking ingredients. Jellal chuckled nervously from his place over by the tree, placing the last bauble on the tree. It was perfect, everything shining brightly when he flicked the lights on. Erza looked on in delight as the tree lit up with golden lights, glimmering against the shiny tinsel and glittery baubles.

“What’s this for?” he questioned, pulling Erza from her gaze from the beautiful tree. She continued pulling things out of her shopping bag and smiled.

“We,” she began, pulling out the last item and handing it to Jellal, “are making cookies!” Jellal took the box and saw it was full of Christmas icing decorations. He looked up in confusion, as Erza grabbed the box out of his hands and put it aside.

“Cookies? Why?” he asked. Erza looked up to him with her smile dropped, Jellal felt his heart drop, he hated seeing her upset. “Not that I’m opposed!” he rushed out, happy as he saw Erza’s smile return as she held a piece of paper in front of herself. 

“Every Christmas, the guild shares responsibilities for the party. Usually, I coordinate, but Lucy insisted this year I spend more time with you instead since it’s our first Christmas together,” she explained, taking a breath. Jellal smiled softly and rounded the kitchen bench, standing next to her.

“And so, Lucy is taking care of coordinating. She told me this year, we’ll make the cookies, so that’s what we’re doing!” she exclaimed. Jellal nodded and looked at the paper in front of Erza.

“Two batches of chocolate chip, three batches of sugar cookies, and five batches of peanut butter?” he wondered out loud. Erza chuckled and took the piece of paper back.

“It’s a big guild, and we have a certain dragon slayer who can and will eat everything he finds,” she joked. Jellal laughed and began pulling out spoons and bowls to begin. Erza did the same, beginning to open the flour, milk and other things she was going to put in the cookies.  

It was going to be a long night.

“Ugh…” Jellal groaned as Erza pulled the last batch of cookies from the oven. 

She chuckled and put the cookies to cool on the bench, then walked over to Jellal, who was leaning against the fridge, his head slumped over and his arms limp. “What’s wrong, your arms hurt?” she giggled, taking off her oven mitts and stretching her arms above her head. 

Jellal groaned in response and sighed as Erza pulled him to the couch. They slumped together, in a cuddle and stayed like that until the timer went off, telling Erza the cookies had cooled and were ready to be decorated….

Jellal stirred out of his sleep when the sound of humming met his ears, not even realizing he’d fallen asleep. He sat up from the couch to see her, the only thing he ever truly wanted, right in front of him, sitting on the floor and surrounded by bags, sticky tape and wrapping paper. He grinned sleepily and continued watching her, so wrapped up in her task that she didn’t even realise he was awake. 

Erza pulled another piece of tape off of the roll and stuck two paper ends together, smiling to herself as the present was perfectly wrapped. She slid it over to a pile of presents that were wrapped and grabbed the next one.

Jellal suppressed a yawn as her humming became all he could focus on, and soon lulling him back to sleep.

“Jellal? You need to wake up,” her voice came, soft and calming as he woke up again. 

Jellal breathed deeply as he became aware of everything. Particularly the scarlet beauty in front of him. “What time is it?” He yawned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. 

Erza sat next to him, chuckling at how adorable he was when he first woke up. “It’s about quarter to twelve, I thought you might want to wrap some of your presents now. It’s Christmas Eve after all,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck like a snake and kissing his cheek. 

Jellal smiled and leaned into her embrace. He sighed and nodded to himself. “Yeah, I should. I only have a few though,” he grunted as he pulled himself from the comfy couch. Erza stood up alongside him, and they sat down on the floor together, the small pile of presents in front of Jellal waiting to be wrapped up and ready to give to his friends. He eyed the small box on top, grinning to himself.

He hid it right in plain sight.

Their time passed leisurely, wrapping presents with each other. Erza helping Jellal every now and again until he got better at wrapping the presents nicely.

“Who’s this one for?” Erza questioned, holding up the last small box. 

Jellal smirked and sighed as he couldn’t hold in the surprise anymore. He looked at Erza with the most admirable smile and took her hand in his. “Open it. It’s yours.”  

Erza glared, as she lowered the box. “It’s not even Christmas yet!”  Jellal cocked an eyebrow at her and glanced at the clock. Midnight, it was officially Christmas Day. Erza looked over to the clock after a moment and sighed as she realised.

It was Christmas.

“Okay, fine,” she sighed, taking the box and opening it. She lifted the lid slowly, and she gasped as she saw what was inside. Jellal chuckled nervously as she took the glistening ring out of the box. She held it up to the light and it sparkled brightly.

“I know we’ve only been together for a little while, but...I really can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t think I could ever bear to lose you,” he began. Erza looked at him in absolute astonishment. She realised immediately what this was, and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Erza, I love you, and I want to ask you...Will you marry me?” He barely had time to get scared because he was pushed over by the force of Erza jumping on him. She peppered his face in kisses and hugged him tightly, never letting go of the ring.

“Yes! Yes, a million times yes!” she yelled. Jellal laughed and pulled her into a deep kiss. Erza’s smile never left her lips as they kissed, hugged and eventually calmed down. 

Later that night, they laid in bed together, close and snuggled up. Erza couldn’t keep her eyes off of the ring, and continuously told Jellal how much she loved it.

“You know...if you had told me when we were still locked in that tower that one day, I’d be an s-class mage with an amazing family and a soon to be husband, I never would have believed you…” she murmured, Jellal’s chest rumbled softly with chuckles.

“Yeah...I can’t believe we made it this far. I mean, we were taken from our homes, forced to work, I got possessed and did awful things. So much has happened and now...we’re here. Together,” he sighed, holding Erza tighter than he already was.

Erza snuggled into him, pulling the blanket higher up to shield them from the cold winter night. “I guess you really do have a fiancée now,” Erza giggled.

Jellal groaned and buried his face into the pillow. She was never letting him live that down!

[fairiesnova]

Family

Lisanna Week Day 3: Family

Summary: It had been a over a month since they last got together like this.

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It had been over a month since they last got together like this. It may not seem like a lot to most people, but for their family who had faced suddenly and unexpected separation and lose, that was a long time to be apart.

Lisanna digs her toes into the familiar rose-colored carpet of her sister’s home. She sighs happily as her swollen aching feet find relief in the cold air of the room. She tried to hide it as much as she could on the walk over knowing how worried her husband became at the slightest sign of Lisanna’s discomfort. And while she loved him more than anything, Natsu’s creative attempts at combating everyday pregnancy symptoms were generally more amusing than effective.

Lisanna lays a hand against her bump lovingly caressing the thicken skin. Yes, it had been a long time since their entire family gathered together, but it was more important now than ever to be close to her siblings again.

She sits on the cream-colored couch taking up half the living room and has a total of 10 seconds of quiet to herself before the sound of heels clicking on stairs reaches her ears. She turns to see Evergreen carrying a slumbering toddler down the stairs. They exchange smiles and Lisanna rises quickly to wrap the woman into a hug mindful of the small body in her arms.

“Gosh you’re big,” is the first thing Evergreen says to her. If it was anyone else Lisanna might have been offended, but this was Evergreen. She had gotten very used to her guildmate and sister-in-law’s blunt personality.

Instead, she laughs. “Well that’s what happens when you get pregnant!” Evergreen playfully rolls her eyes and places the toddler gently onto the sofa Lisanna had been resting on. She reaches her hand out and pauses waiting for Lisanna’s head-nod to touch her stomach. She moves her hands around just as gentle and loving as Lisanna’s own with a look of wonder in her eyes.

“I know, but you’ve always been small. Even with your chowing down food with that husband of yours.” Her eyes do not lift from Lisanna’s stomach when she asks, “where is he anyway?”

“Arguing with Happy over who can bring the most bags up.”

“Of course, he is.” She pats Lisanna’s stomach once more than before turning towards the door. “I’ll go help them before they wake the neighbors. Elf is in the kitchen with your sister and Titania.”

Evergreen had started calling Erza Titania sometime after the battle of fairy tail. Lisanna had thankfully missed all the fighting between her friends but she knows that it was hard on everyone involved. Still the outcome forged a tentative respect between the two women that grew into genuine friendship after realizing they were involve with the two remaining Strauss siblings. Lisanna herself can’t thank either woman enough for being there for her siblings during the bleak period before her return. “Thanks.” She says softly moving to drop a kiss on her sleeping niece’s forehead then walking into the kitchen.

She takes two steps into the brightly lit room before she is swept off her feet.

A kiss on her forehead from Mirajane

A squeeze around her waist as she’s twirled in the air from Elfman

Their overlapping smiles and laughter as greet each other over and over much to the amusement of Erza.

She’s in the arms of her older siblings as the time and distance between them meant nothing to their unbreakable bond. She’s home.

Later, she’s back on her feet again talking to Erza when two arms embrace her from behind. He had been drifting throughout the room catching up with everyone but never leaving her eyesight. His instinct’s never let him move too far from her whenever they were outside of their little home. He was noticeably more relaxed here in the presence of their family and at the guild, but that wasn't saying much. It no longer surprises her to suddenly have a dragon-slayer pressed against her back. She just leans back into him.

“What are you talking about?” Natsu asks resting his chin on his wife’s shoulder.

“You,” Erza teases before Lisanna could answer. The red-haired mage could never pass up an opportunity to mess with the dragon-slayer and vice-versa. “And how much of a slob you and Mira both are-ouch!” She jumps away from her wife’s pinching fingers and scowls at the smirk Mirajane sends her, “That’s what you get for talking shit.”

Natsu chuckles blowing hot air into her ear and Lisanna shivers. She leans more back into the arms encircling her waist and the broad chest against her back. She tries telling herself that her sister’s place is not the appropriate place to trail her fingers up those arms and down his shirt. But then again, Elfman and Evergreen seemed to have mysteriously vanished over 10 minutes ago and have yet to resurfaced. Happy was in the living playing chase with their little Princess. Natsu’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts, “Hey Mira, did I ever tell you how Gray and I found out Erza’s ticklish.” The temperature in the room took a dangerous downturn. Erza sent Natsu a glare that could scare the toughest demons as Mirajane’s face light up like she just struck gold.

“You’re ticklish!?”

“Natus you better run!”

And run he did, only this time he took his wife with him.

They ended up in the backyard giggling over the sound of Mirajane jumping on Erza stopping the redhead’s murder strut towards Natsu and demanding to know where was ticklish at and how she managed to hide it for so long.

Lisanna looks over at her laughing lover and feels the warmth that was bubbling inside her all-day spill over. She wraps her arms around him and pecks his cheek. “You know she’s going to get you later right?”

He returns her kiss to her forehead. “Nah, Mira will be on her all night. Love will slow her down.”

“And what about you? Will love slow you down? I can be clingy too you know.”

He gives her that soft special smile he always reserved for her ever since they were kids. “You get me all fired up inside. That can only make me stronger.”

Their lips meet slowly but passionately to the soundtrack of wind blowing through leaves and birds chirping in the distance. They part but remain tangled in each other’s embrace. He looks her over with sincere seriousness. “Are you okay?” He asks again just as he has at least once an hour since they found out she was pregnant?”

“Yes Natsu” She answers as she always does.

“And what about-”

“He’s fine too,” she places his hands onto her stomach right over the spot where their little dragon-slayer was kicking. Natsu melts at the motion, just as he always does. “You’re doing a great job Natsu. It’s okay, you can relax here with our family. I promise we’ll be alright.” He lets out a shaky breath and wraps her into his arms.

They all had the same fears. The fear of not being food enough parents, of not being a good enough spouse. Of losing someone they loved again. But they had hope too. Hope in this ever-expanding family that no matter what happens, they will face it together.

[sweetmemories2606]

Sunset (Gruvia + Chendy Fluff)

I have created this miracle for @kaca from Discord, my beautiful mamma, since today is her birthday. 

Thanks for inspiring me to write fluff 😀 I do enjoy coming up with only soft ideas every once in a while.

Hope you'll enjoy the cuteness!

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                                            Sunset

The sun was setting during their ride home, so they enjoyed watching the sky turn from light blue to orange.

The carriage they had rented had an open ceiling, offering the privilege of watching the sunset in its full beauty.

The baby in Chelia's arms had her eyes open, a curious expression once she looked up.

"Isn't it beautiful?" The god slayer asked, unable to keep the smile off her face.

"Her first sunset." Wendy whispered, moving closer to her wife, head resting against Chelia's shoulder.

"Do you want to hold her?" The latter asked, but the dragon slayer shook her head.

"I think she's very comfortable." Wendy smiled once the baby glanced at her. "Aren't you, little Jane?"

Six months old Jane looked similar to Fairy Tail's first master; Mavis; with the same green eyes and blonde hair. She had been found at Juvia's old orphanage in Oak Town, close to where the two of them had been taking a mission.

A few weeks before, the water mage had called them with the news that she had found the perfect baby for them to adopt. Excited to finally become parents, Chelia and Wendy had quickly arrived at the orphanage.

After spending some time with Jane, they had fallen in love with the infant. After Juvia's talk with the owner; when she convinced the older woman that they were the right choice, the couple was able to take Jane home.

"Jane. I love that name." Chelia commented, looking down at their daughter.

"Me too. It's the perfect name for our daughter." Our daughter. It was still surreal to realise that they were actually parents.

"I still can't believe that you two have a baby." They glanced at the other couple who sat in front of them.

Juvia was resting her head on Gray's shoulder, keeping both arms wrapped around their 7 years old son, Silver.

Meanwhile, Gray wrapped one arm around his wife and held their 11 months old daughter; Violet; with the other. Both children were fast asleep; exhausted after a long day.

"I was starting to think it would never happen." Chelia looked down at her daughter with adoration.

"Thanks for all your help." Wendy told the water mage, who smiled.

"You're welcome." Glancing at the infant, Juvia's smile brightened. "I'm happy to have helped this little one find a good family."

They understood the parallel between Jane and herself; seeing as both had come from the orphanage in Oak Town.

Sensing the sadness his wife was attempting to conceal, Gray gently squeezed her shoulder before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"I only hope we can be the family she needs." Wendy said, clearly in doubt. Chelia glanced at her; the same unsure look upon her face; before taking her hand and squeezing it gently.

"I get how you feel." Gray told them before glancing at his son. Juvia smiled upon noticing his loving look and tightened her arms around the young boy.

"Mamma." Silver whispered; still asleep; and his hold on her tightened as well.

Turning to the other couple, the water mage smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure you two will adjust to being new parents in no time."

"So, do you have any tips?" Chelia asked, helping Jane sit up. The baby briefly glanced at the two adults in front of her, offering a smile, before her gaze settled on Wendy.

Babbling something intelligible, she lifted her arms and the dragon slayer assumed this meant she wanted to be picked up.

Hearing no complaints once she took the infant into her arms, Wendy settled Jane comfortable; letting her head rest against her shoulder.

When the child's small arms wrapped around her neck, she tried to act unfazed, but Chelia noticed it and smiled softly.

"Well, I'm not sure what to say." Gray and Juvia shared a look.

"There's a lot we wish we had known before." The ice mage chuckled.

"Like what?" Chelia asked, raising a brow.

"For example, babies never sleep through the night." The water mage glanced at Violet. "No matter how tired they are."

"Usually she wakes up because she's hungry." Gray added.

"How do you know when she's hungry?" Wendy asked, starting to rub circles on Jane's back once she heard the baby yawn.

"Because of how she cries." Juvia explained. "In time you'll be able to figure out wether she's crying because she's hungry, tired or in pain."

"I hope so." Chelia said.

Just on cue, Violet suddenly started crying, startling the adults. Her hands fisted her father's shirt and he immediately understood.

"That's the hungry cry." Gray said while holding her with one arm so that Juvia could place Silver on his lap.

The young boy briefly woke up upon leaving the comfort of her arms, but as soon as Gray wrapped his free arm around him, Silver hugged his father and fell back asleep within seconds.

Once their son was comfortable, Gray passed the crying baby to Juvia, who tried to soothe Violet while prepping her to be fed.

"And what about this?" Wendy asked, worried once Jane removed her head from her shoulder and started crying as well.

"That's the 'let me sleep in peace' cry." The ice mage chuckled.

"Maybe you should continue rubbing circles on her back." Chelia suggested. "She seemed to like it."

"Okay, then." Wendy did so and was relieved when Jane's cries began to lessen.

"Good job, Wendy." Juvia praised.

"See? You're already getting the hang of it." Gray cheerfully told the younger couple.

"Now I wish that you guys could be with us all the time." Wendy admitted.

"Yeah, that would make things easier." Chelia agreed.

"I think you should count more on Sherry and Ren since they're closer." Gray told them.

Since Wendy had re-joined Lamia Scale a few years back, she wasn't not as close to her Fairy Tail friends as she would've liked. However, there was never doubt that this had been the right choice.

"We will." Wendy nodded, smiling sadly. "I just miss you guys."

"We miss you too, Wendy." Juvia told her while changing Violet's position to facilitate breastfeeding.

"We'll try to come around more often." Gray suggested.

"You should!" Chelia smiled. "Lyon said he misses you."

"How's he doing?" Juvia asked. "And Meredy?"

"They're having a hard time with Nora." Lyon and Meredy had recently adopted a young girl whom they found the East. The poor child had been the only survivor in the destruction of her home; reminding the sensory link mage of herself.

"That poor child." The water mage frowned.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." Gray smiled, passing his fingers through Silver's spiky hair. "Lyon's good with children, so she'll warm up to him shortly."

"Did you just compliment Lyon?" Juvia stared at her husband in fake astonishment.

"I'll be sure to tell him you said that." Chelia said, a teasing smile on her lips.

The ice mage narrowed his eyes. "Don't you dare."

Everyone laughed as they continued to tease him about it. In the next two hours of their ride, they chatted about their friends in Fairy Tail and wondered how they must all be doing.

Juvia pondered if Gajeel and Levy had finally managed to get the twins used to the idea of a new sibling; Gray remarked how Natsu and Lucy's daughter, Nashi, had made it clear she wanted to remain an only child; and Wendy pointed out how Jellal and Erza might be pregnant again.

Admist the adult's conversation, all the children slept.

That is, until suddenly the carriage stopped, startling everyone. The coachman's voice could be heard. "We have arrived at your destination."

Sharing brief glances, the four adults started getting ready to leave the vehicle. Chelia quickly put on her coat before taking Jane so that Wendy could do the same. The baby looked around in confusion, half awake.

"Did you have a nice sleep, Jane?" The god slayer softly talked to the baby, relieved as she seemed to fully wake up.

Juvia placed a grumpy Violet her on the ice basket that Gray had created. The infant complained at first, but soon her attention was caught by her favourite stuffed dragon which Natsu and Lucy had gifted her with.

While she happily hugged the toy, the water mage quickly put on her coat; watching as Gray gently awoke Silver. He was thoughtful, whispering something to the boy while rubbing circles on his back.

Eventually, Silver yawned loudly before getting out of his father's lap and glancing at his mother.

"Mamma." Juvia smiled, picking up his coat and handing it to him.

"How did you sleep, baby." He nodded, accepting it.

"Good. But I wanna sleep more." Both parents chuckled seeing the his pout, dark eyes glazed with tiredness.

"You can sleep after the party." Gray told him, putting on his own coat.

Luckily, Silver accepted this response without complaints, quickly dressing himself.

Once everyone was ready, they left the carriage one by one, taking in the beautiful scenery that was Lamia Scale's guildhall in the sunset. Wendy and Chelia smiled, happy to be back home, before glancing at the curious baby in the latter's arms.

"Are you ready to meet your family, Jane?" Jane once again babbled something intelligible which they took as a yes.

"Come on." Wendy took Chelia's hand as they stepped forward.

The other couple decided to wait for a bit, enjoying the sunset. A few minutes later, once the sky turned dark, they turned to Silver; who was frowning.

"What's wrong, darling?" Juvia worried.

"The sun is gone." The young boy replied, sadly.

"It will come back tomorrow." Gray reassured, struggling to keep hold of Violet as she tried to leave his arms.

Silver pondered his response. "I wanna watch the sunset again tomorrow."

Juvia smiled brightly. "Of course! Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, mamma." He took her extended hand as they began approaching the guildhall. Meanwhile, Gray decided to settle Violet down and she stumbled to arrive at their destination.

Watching their daughter trip and fall; yet never giving up; they smiled knowing she would grow up to be just as determined and stubborn as her parents.

I hope everyone has a beautiful day 😉

[katlyn1948]

Never Sleeping Again

Never Sleeping Again

Katlyn1948

Summary:

Arya learns of Gendry’s envoy and has a rather vivid dream about his return.

Notes:

For obsessivewriter.

I must thank @obsessivewriter for giving me the idea to write this one shot, as well as the art work it is inspired by. @the-lady-rae art work on tumblr inspired this fic. I had fun writing it and I needed a breather from the Gendrya BigBang fic and Evading Capture as well as another untitled Gendry fic I’ve been working on. I’ve been a busy bee, but this gave me a breather, so thank you! I hope you enjoy!

Work Text:

The feel of the blade within her hand felt hot, like a searing blaze scalding her fingers. Her feet dragged through the muddied ground of the training yard and her knees were screaming in pain. For the last four hours, Arya sparred with anyone brave enough to take on the ‘Night King Slayer.’

She had made a bit of a reputation for herself; first she slayed the Night King, ending the Long Night. Then she slayed the Mad Queen Cersei, slicing her throat from ear to ear, ending her reign of terror on the innocent people of Westeros. Those two tasks were no easy feat, but yet she managed to come out alive from both.

Now as the seven kingdoms of Westeros began it’s time of peace, Arya found herself having difficultly convincing the knights and guards around her to have simple sparring session. She nearly had to bribe each man that stepped foot into the training guards, but even then she found that they were not giving it their full effort.

She was lucky that current man she was sparring had not taken it easy on her, giving her the challenge she so desperately craved.

His attacks were good, but his blocks were better, making it harder for Arya to pin him to the ground. With her weakening state, she was sure that sooner or later he would find a weakness within her facade and strike at the opportune moment. She had to remind herself to focus on her opponent at hand; to not get distracted my the masses gathering around them. It was common for her draw a crowd. Most were fascinated by her fluid movements and the way she held herself when sparring. The Braavossi style of sword fighting had perplexed most that had entered the sparring unit with her, giving her the unyielding advantage to disarm her opponent. But this man was good. He had quickly learned her style of fighting; adjusting his movements to block her attacks. It was beginning to frustrate Arya that a man; or rather a boy a few short years younger than she, could best her years of training.

When she went for an attack, the boy quickly blocked, sidestepping to avoid her advances. The maneuver caused Arya to stumble on her tired feet, giving the boy an opening to disarm her with little effort. Their near two hour sparring had come to an end, and Arya, although frustrated from her loss, yielded.

“Bested by a boy.” She huffed as she sheathed her needle into its holster. She took a few long strides to the boy and held her hand out for him to grasp with respect.

“It took time, but I was able to get you in the end.” He gave her a toothy grin as he gripped her wrist in return.

The crowd had begun to disperse, shocked at Arya’s loss. Most were expecting her to win with ease and were visible surprise when she was bested by a boy no more than ten and five.

“Aye, that you were. Where did you learn?” She was curious at how a boy of his age could fight like a man with years of experience. She remembered how long it took Jon to learn his skills, and even now he was still not as skilled to beat her.

“My pa taught me. Was a knight during King Rheagal’s reign. Nearly died on the Trident, but was able to get away. Fled to Braavos afterwards. The few years he was there, he learned a bit a two about water dancing.” He shrugged.

Arya’s eyes light up with surprise, “Ahh, so you knew my style of fighting.” The boy chuckled, “Just a bit. My pa mixed the two and taught me and my sisters before he passed.”

“So, you’re Braavossi then?” She inquired.

The boy shook his head, “No, mi’lady, my pa made his way back here and married my ma, then had my sisters and me.”

“Please, call me Arya. What’s your name?”

“Wylie, mi’lady...I mean Arya.”

“Well, Wylie, I think you’d make a fine knight on my sister’s queens guard. I would like to teach you a bit more water dancing if you’re up for it.” She smiled.

Wylie’s face broke out into a wide smile and he frantically nodded his head, “Yes, it would be an honor, truly.”

Arya watched as the boy hurried out of the sparring unit towards the armory, his grin never leaving his face. It was nice to see someone so willing to learn from her and it gave her a new sense of purpose as she adjusted to domestic life within the walls of Winterfell.

It was difficult at first, for she had all her plans to sail out west after the Battle of King’s Landing. But Sansa had a way of convincing Arya to stay. With the North’s new found independence, Arya knew that Sansa would need someone she relied on to train her new soldiers. It had been so long since she felt like she was needed anywhere, that she agreed to stay.

She couldn’t complain. Her younger brother Bran was safe and was beginning to be his old self. Her oldest brother would visit from time to time, flying in on the massive green dragon that she adored greatly and her relationship with her sister was strong now, more than ever. She was surrounded by family, yet she couldn’t help but feel so alone.

She would find her thoughts drift to a certain blacksmith lord and the way his lips had crashed to hers just a few short hours before the Long Night. It was a shared kiss that spoke so much more loudly then any words they could have exchanged. If it wasn’t for the blaring horn indicating the dead had arrived, she was sure their kiss would have turned into something much more intimate.

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Blood 2. 36.

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wanna start from the beginning? haven’t read the first part? start here!  Blood 1 Masterlist

Warnings: blood, death, loss of a character.

the next day, bjorn, ubbe, halfdan and (y/n) stand at the ready line, overlooking the field, right into the eyes of ivar and his army.

(Y/n) is trying to think calmly, trying to zone her mind out, tying not to think that it was ivar and hvitserk she were to fight to death with on this day.

but it was so hard not to think about, especially when looking straight at them.

lagertha and torvi were huddled in the woods, preparing to come out when called.

the sami too were in the woods, preparing for any attack they could get on ivars army.

“do you think it will work?” halfdan asks (y/n), and (y/n) doesn’t know how to respond, doesn’t know the right words to say.

but knows she can’t lie to him, so she replies with.

“i hope so”.

from their stance on the field, she sees ivar and harald conversing, and harald making odd faces at what ivar was saying.

the look of surprise on everyone's faces as ivar spoke......./////

suddenly, she sees astrid being heaved onto the back of ivars chariot, and (y/n) watches as ivar and bouts of men go round the way towards the boats......

“they know” she speaks, and bjorn stares irritatedly at them, especially at the men coming their way.

suddenly, it feels as if the blood in (Y/n)’s body pounds through the veins under her skin.

she feels the adrenaline spike her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath she took.

“in the name of odin!  in the name of my father! attack!” bjorn shouts, and then, everything became silent, yet so, so loud.

(y/n) runs, sword held high, and just as she crosses the middle of the field, she comes in contact with one of ivars men.

with a loud scream, she slices straight through him, cutting his head from his body, sliding beside him and taking on the next one.

it felt as if all time around her was fading, the only thing she can concentrate on is the smell, look, taste and feel of blood.

her weapon was sharpened to perfection, slicing, tearing limbs off of her opponents easily.

she never thought she could do this again, especially to her own family.

most of the men she sees are the men she fought with in york, stood side by side with taking down the people who wanted to take their new home.

to her left she spots ubbe, looking battle hungry, ready for more as man after man, woman after woman approaches him.

it felt as if days, weeks, months had gone by in this battle by the time lagertha and torvi arrived with their army, and (y/n) pauses for a moment, remembering the sami in the forests, and knowing that’s where hvitserk went............

but she can’t protect him any longer, they weren’t fighting together, they were fighting side by side.

as she fights this army, she sees the faces of all her loved ones.

helga

floki

sigurd

ragnar

aslaug

bjorn

ubbe

even ivar and hvitserk.................

her heart sinks with each kill she makes.

the only thing keeping her spirits high was seeing the progress they were making.

ivar and haralds army were losing terribly, and nothing made (y/n) feel better than knowing this could be over soon.

she turns, swinging her axe into the gut of a shield-maiden, when she sees lagertha being hit repeatedly in the face, the man trying to knock her off her feet.

and, without thinking, she charges towards them, she sees the man raise his ar, axe in hand, ready to hit lagertha.

but he can’t, because his arm is cut from his body before he ever saw it coming.

when he falls to the ground, screaming in pain, (y/n0 lodges her sword straight though his neck, killing him instantly.

she looks at lagertha, and her sword is pointed at her as she rests on the ground, (y/n) looks from the blade to her, her mind reeling with memories.

the memories of lagertha shooting her mother in the back with that bow, the unapologetic look in her eyes as aslaug fell to the ground lifeless.........

“(y/n), it’s me” lagertha speaks loudly over the screams of the war around them.

(y/n) snaps back to her right state of mind, holding her hand out, helping lagertha up, and before lagertha can thank her, (y/n) runs back into battle.

“retreat! retreat!” harald screams, horns being blown, signifying their surrender.

(y/n) breathes a sigh, watching all the war stopping around her.

she slides to her knees, looking to the sky, inhaling deeply, eyes burning with blood and sweat, and out of the forest runs hvitserk.

they hold eye contact for a moment, hvitserk seemingly wondering if she was wounded.

she gives him a small smile, silently telling him she was okay, and she was thankful to see he was fine as well.

he looks as if he wants to run to her, say one last goodbye, but decides against it, giving her a small smile in return before disappearing with the rest of his men.

(y/n) looks up when she feels a hand on her shoulder, and she jumps up when ubbe is standing in front of her.

they wrap their arms around each other, ubbe kissing her blood soaked hair, wrapping his arm around her waist.

when she sees bjorn, she too embraces him, looking over both her brothers, seeing only minor wounds on them as well as herself.

she got a particularly horrid cut along her cheek, and it stung, but it was nothing compared to the pain she felt knowing this was was not yet over.

as they walk on, she sees ubbe run forward, axe in hand as lagertha declares ivars christian is still alive.

but lagertha stops him.

“no! save him. if it’s possible”.

“why?” ubbe questions, slight anger to his tone, still reeling from battle.

“i don’t know why. maybe the gods know why. save him!” lagertha says, standing up, the christians sword in her hand as she meets (y/n)’s eyes.

instead of speaking to her, she simply nods at the girl, lips quirking up for just a moment in a smile before walking off.

(y/n) sighs, and turns, ready to make it back to the tent, but something catches her eye.

she stops, frozen, staring at the body feet from her.

she runs to it, falling to her knees and turning him on his back, watching as his breaths are shallow, blood pouring from his mouth and the wound to his stomach.

“henrik” she whimpers, lip trembling, hands pressed to the mans face.

he opens his tired eyes, smiling brightly at the girl.

“(Y/n)............i hoped i got to see you again”.

she chokes back her sob at his words, her hand running over his jaw, brushing his hair back.

“i.............i am so sorry” she whispers, and henrik finds the strength to rest his hand on hers, giving it a squeeze.

“do not be....sorry. i am most happy....i get to go......being with you..once more”.

she knew he was dying, the blood around him, the paleness of his skin, the look in his eyes......she knew there was no saving him.

“you will be in valhalla, with my father, sup with him, he will care for you” she cries, her tears mixing in with the blood on her face.

he smiles, closing his eyes, bathing in her words.

“i wish i....could have given you..more”.

“you gave me companionship, henrik, that’s all i could ever want”.

just before he opened his eyes again, (Y/n) leans down and presses a small kiss to his lips, resting her head on his.

“rest well, my friend”.

and with those final words, henrik passes in her arms, and she’s left holding his cold body, his hand still clutching hers.

she sobs quietly, remembering life before it was like this, before it had become like this, war defining her and her families lives.......

she sits there for a while, what she had left in family standing behind her and giving her time to grieve this horrid day.

[fallen029]

The New Year

The floorboards creaked heavily beneath the slayer's feet and he feared, for a moment, that this might awaken nay of the strewn about members in the hall. But no. Boozed and bruised from their late into the night celebration, he didn't think any of them would be awakening until daybreak. At least. Maybe later, if Mirajane didn't force them all out so she could spend the day cleaning up the hall.

Mirajane…

He spotted each of the Thunder Legion members in the crowd and was glad, somehow, for their presence. Even if it was to their own detriment and his annoyance, the sight of them there, happy and intermingled in their own groups in the hall, rather than just alone together…

Evergreen had spent most of the night arguing with Elfman who, at the height of the party, had taken his aggravation in this out on any of those who surrounded him. It helped that, honestly, most other mages in the Fairy Tail guild liked a good quarrel or two. Especially when inebriated. And to ring in a new year at that.

Because that's what it was. The New Year. And in this new year, Freed had assured him, while he hoped to be the greatest of assistants to the man, his idol, Laxus, he also hoped that he would find a bit more to his life. Things were changing, for all of them, and he'd begun to spend more time around some of the other members. Not in the mentor way he had, the past few years, but something closer to a friend.

And he'd fallen asleep at a table of them, some new guys that Laxus didn't know too well, but Freed seemed rather intrigued by their magic, originally, but now just them. And that was good. That was great, even.

Bickslow found it much harder, however, to branch out. He'd been fine, before, when it was more of a casual thing, but now he was expected to make actual, lasting bonds with other people and he just…

Well…

Sometimes he said things that weren't exactly appreciated by other members. On purpose, a lot, but other times, even when it was, well, he just…

He had to work on controlling his tongue better. That was all. Literally, considering it frequently flopped right out of his disgusting mouth, but also figuratively, considering his mouth was partially so disgusting because of it's vile nature.

Still, he seemed to be making a lot of promise in the younger crowd. The late teen, early twenty guys seemed to think his antics were a riot and, well, if there was anything that Bickslow knew, it was how to play up to a crowd.

He'd seen the seith, the slayer had, throwing it down with some of the younger guys, as his babies cackled wildly at brawl. But it had all been in good, drunken fun. Maybe.

Honestly, with Bickslow, Laxus was never sure.

Still, he did like it a bit, to find himself not only broaching a new chapter in life, but also the three of them. He worried over them, honestly, though he'd never admit it. They meant a lot to them and, in his own transition, he just wanted to be certain that they found their own way. Even if it was separately.

Still, as Laxus' eyes traced over the horde of passed out members, it was hardly the three of them that he was really concerned about. No. He'd had more than a bit to drink that night himself and lost her, at some point. As he carefully stepped around the unconscious members, succumb to their own vices, he hoped to find her.

Mirajane.

To awaken her, of course. Because she didn't belong on a cold, hard bar floor. And she damn sure didn't belong snuggled up somewhere with one of these drunken morons. No. Absolutely not. And he knew, even as he searched, that he wouldn't find her there. Honestly, when he spotted her dorky sister over at a table, resting beside the stupid Salamander and his cat, he expected the Strauss he desired not to be far off.

But no.

She didn't seem to be around at all. The alcohol was making his head spin, honestly, the more faces he scanned and, eventually, he abandoned this approach and, after taking in a deep breath, he caught it rather easily.

Her scent.

It was imprinted on him, almost, it felt like. More than any other. And he caught it, leading not to one of the back rooms or, thankfully, out of the guildhall. No. It went up the staircase and, upon making an unstable, intoxicated trek up them, he found it to lead to none of the rooms up there either.

No.

Mirajane had gone out on the balcony, it seemed, and Laxus frowned some, tugging his fuzzy coat tighter around him as he braved the cold winter air for the woman.

She was out there, of course, as his dragon enhanced sense of smell never led him astray, but didn't seem nearly concerned with the cold. Over by the railing, she leaned against it, not even in a coat, just one of her standard dresses, which fluttered in the soft, wee hours breeze.

The woman didn't glance over her shoulder though at the sound of the slayer striding out onto the guildhall overlook as well. Not even as he approached the railing and rested his hands there, the greeting of the frost on the wood to his flesh being rewarded with a slight shiver.

"This," she remarked finally, glancing over at him, "is the new year, huh? Master?"

He regarded her with a long few stares though, ultimately, his gaze landed on her hands, which hung carefree over the railing as she leaned against it, a bottle of wine gripped rather loosely in one. While he wasn't unaccustomed to seeing the woman partake, she was rare to do so on guild grounds. Unlike the others sleeping off their alcohol downstairs, the guildhall was much more of a job site for the woman. Though there were very few people to give her much oversight (for as long as she'd had the job, it was mostly just the perverted old geezer), the woman seemed to hold herself to her own standard.

Which the man respected. Of course he did. But to see her there then, clearly having had her own fair share of that bottle in her hand, he felt something different. Glad, maybe. On her behalf.

If there was anyone who deserved a night to cut loose, it was the woman that woke up, each and every morning, before dawn, just to get their silly little hall up and running.

But she wasn't cutting loosing, was she? Just drinking, alone, in the cold.

"I'm not your master," he reminded the woman as, when she moved to raise the bottle to her already stained lips, he only reached over to snatch it. For a second, as their hands brushed, he felt warm, but it was only that second, and then he was cold once more. But with the wine. And, though he typically preferred something much harder, it was strong enough to tip him right out of buzzed and into something much deeper. After taking a long sip, he let out a short huff of a breath and remarked, "So don't call me that."

"Yet," Mira challenged and, well, it was his fault anyways.

For telling her the news.

It had been a little over a week ago, when Makarov took him aside and informed him that in the early weeks of the coming year, he intended to start the process of retiring from his position as Fairy Tail's master.

"Permanently," he added with a bit of necessity.

And Makarov swore him to secrecy, not for his own sake, but rather for Laxus'. He told him he should enjoy the holiday and the days following as, the second he found his place as Fairy Tail's new master, he would never live another carefree second.

While Laxus did agree, at least a bit, to enjoying the time he had before finally, fucking finally, finding his place, his name, where it belonged, forever etched in the guildhall he'd given up so much for (though, perhaps, taken just as much away from), there was at least one person that he wanted to share the news with. That he couldn't keep a secret from.

Not when they kept their own, together, so perfectly.

She hugged him.

When he told her.

That first time.

When Makarov and him had discussed it, only hours before, it had felt like some sort of mixture of official business and that same tense, yet familial tone the two always had between one another. It wasn't until that moment, as he waited around until after close, at the guild, when he and the woman usually shared their solitude, that it really hit him.

As her arms wrapped around his neck and she laughed joyfully into his chest, Laxus felt a burning there, beneath his skin and it was going to happen.

"You're," Mirajane whispered softly as she held tightly to him, nuzzling her head deeper into the fabric of the man's shirt, taking in every smell, every feeling of that moment as, even though it wasn't her own, she knew she'd want to live it over and over again, "going to be a great master."

He hoped so.

He'd always hoped so.

But hearing the woman assure him of this, as her head tilted back and upwards, so her bright blue eyes shined into his, for once, true, honest, happy grin, it just meant so much to him. More, even, than the concept had. Of being Master. It was his dream and that meant the world to him, having it hovering just before finish line, but man, having Mirajane, his woman, his demon, looking so...proud of him, sharing in his wealth, the same way he wanted to do hers, for every other achievement between the two of them ever, he was just so…

"It's okay, dragon," she insisted as he looked away from her then, his grin failing as his eyes felt a bit wet. "You can cry. I'll cry too! We're happy. I'm so happy. And I know that you are too."

And when she reached up, it wasn't for his cheeks, but rather to brush her thumbs beneath each of his eyes as well as press a gently kiss to the tip of her nose. When she pulled back with a giggle though, he had a harder look, one of determination.

If his demon thought he could do it, that he could be not only a master, but a good one, a great one, then fuck it, he had to be.

There was no other option.

This secret was only added to the pantheon of others the demon and dragon whispered into late nights at the bar and, when he was lucky enough, his apartment walls. Master. Master. For as good as he knew it would sound, to hear all the others in the guild refer to him in that way, there was just something about the way that the demon said it. So different, even, from how she'd said it in reference to every other one she'd served under.

There was a bit of extra veneration for Makarov and obvious respect for every other, but when she said it to Laxus, her dragon, she just got so…

It made her giddy. He could tell. The real kind, too, not the one she put on up at the bar. The one that was meant only for him. Not her siblings or friends. Just him. Laxus. Her dragon.

In the fresh, freezing air of the new year, Laxus only offered her the bottle of wine back before looking out over their city as well. Though he knew the woman found beauty in it, Magnolia cast in the pale light of the moon, he found that he rarely found it to be anywhere closer to her.

"Yet," he agreed as she only beamed at him, perhaps having had a bit too much to drink, but so what? Huh? If he had too?

It felt scandalous, somehow, being so close to one another, out there, alone, with all the others right down below them. And to be speaking on such an unofficial, but some how very official matter as well. Mirajane couldn't help it. Maybe it was the wine or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that, really, she didn't care if someone saw them or not, not really, and what could they do? What could anyone say? Now? Or ever?

Maybe they were silly. The entire time, she decided then, laughing too loud into the otherwise still night, the snowfall around them seeming to capture it. Deaden it. For some reason, this made it all the more poignant to Laxus.

What if no one cared? That they were together? Or, even, what if they did care, and the cared a lot, and they were questioned on it and teased and bothered, but in the end, it only made them stronger? And then what?

What if it was more than just a secret? And they'd wasted all this time keeping it that way for no reason other than an unfounded fear? What if they were better, not hiding themselves away together, but sharing themselves with the world and none of it mattered?

But...what if they were only a secret? And once it was shared, there was nothing left keeping the bound together? And they fell apart? Or something forced them apart? Not even necessarily mal-intent by the others, but just the natural order of things? Both had been in relationships before. And knew the course each and every one took.

Maybe, just maybe, by keeping it a secret, they saved themselves from this. And they could keep playing at, toying with, egging on one another because it was more of a game, than a relationship, and rather than being played by another, they were only playing themselves.

It was so funny, for some reason, to the woman then, as she laughed into the dead night and the man only stood beside, never one for that emotion, honestly, but watching with curiosity. He wanted to laugh too, like that, eventually. Not in anger or victory, but that full bodied laughter Mirajane had going then, that drunken laugh and unabashed glee she seemed to have.

But was it glee?

Or something far worse?

"You've drank," he whispered softly when she brought the bottle back up to her lips, hoping it could keep this feeling, this exhilaration, coursing through her body, "enough. Demon."

"Yet," was all she replied to him then. And he frowned some, but nodded.

"Yeah," he agreed once more. "Yet."

Her laughs died suddenly and, when she looked at him then, it was almost like it was another woman entirely.

"Soon," she remarked simply, "Master will tell them all. And it won't just be between us."

"Not too soon."

"But soon."

"Not yet."

"Not," she agreed as well, "yet."

She'd gone back to it, watching her beloved city in the midwinter snowfall, but Laxus had turned to look at the woman once more, studying her again as, absently, she raised the bottle to her lips, nearly missing.

"You should go inside. Soon. Demon," he told her. "It's cold."

"Not too cold."

"Extremely," he retorted, "cold."

"I don't want to go in," she said with a soft sigh and shrug. "Yet."

"Yet."

"Dragon..."

"What?"

She made a face as, after asking this, he only came closer to her, huddling an arm around her shoulders as he awkwardly tossed his too large coat over her shoulders as well and it didn't work too well, they probably were getting more heat from just being close to one another, but eventually the gesture made the woman smile once more.

"I just," Mirajane whispered into the night, "missed you. Tonight. Is all."

"I was here all night."

"So was I," she agreed. "But it's different. And you know it."

"Once I'm Master," he assured her then, "I'll be around constantly. And so will you. And I'll be here after hours every single night. Eh? And-"

"It's a new year, Master." She leaned heavily into him and, given both their inebriation, she was lucky this didn't topple them. But he held firm. "And I just… I want new things. Or for it to be new. The year. I… Laxus, I'm…" She sounded different now, the joy in being around one another, alone together, taunting right in the face of others, was being melted away by something new in her. What had drive her up there, maybe, in the dreaded frigid evening, to wait, to hope he followed. "I love you. I guess. Is what I meant."

But Laxus only frowned down at her for moment, uncertain by her words and, perhaps, clouded by his own drinking, just a tad. As Mirajane brought up the bottle again, he was reaching as well, but not for it. Down though. Further. To his pocket.

She felt a bit hazy as she watched, from around the end of a wine bottle, the man produce a tiny little black box. Choking as he set balanced it, with no fear, on the frost covered railing, Mirajane only lowered the bottle and raised her eyes, staring heavily into his with severe confusion.

"L-Laxus-"

"I bought this," he began slowly, "over a month ago. Before Gramps even told me about the dumb master shit. But I didn't know what to do with it. Or how to… I know, Mira. We've spent over two years now, playing around it. Around everything. And it would be skipping so much, to just spring this on everyone, and we shouldn't do that. We should be upfront. We should have been upfront, from the beginning, but…"

"Are you serious?" It was far from ideal, of course, as she reached out to grab her own engagement ring box, popping it open herself to stare down with glassy eyes as the diamond inside. As fresh snow tumbled down from above and fell against the gemstone, she felt her eyes water. "Laxus, what-"

"It's okay, demon," he whispered softly, just to her, always just to her as, after dropping the wine bottle, she tried to blink it back, the wetness. "To cry. I...I'll cry too."

"Because we're happy," she whispered as one of his hands came up to brush at her eyes, first, the coat tumbling off both their shoulders, but the cold not bothering them, either of them, not one bit, as just as quickly, he was moving to pluck the ring from its box.

"Are we?" he questioned, looking at her rather intently and, though she nodded, allowing him to slip the ring onto her finger, she didn't affirm this aloud.

"Not yet," she whispered though she cried, regardless and Laxus didn't, not like he said he would, but he had that grin about him once more, that happy one, as he moved to press his forehead against hers. Because there was still so much more. Than this. To do. To tell. And what if it fell apart them? Huh? Like she feared? What if, removed from the secrecy, there was nothing and...and…

"Not yet," Laxus agreed, cupping her cheeks in his hands as he stared intently down into her blue eyes and yeah, no, the fucking cityscape didn't have shit on his woman. "I have so much more, Mira, to do, and I'm going to do it. All of it. This Master stuff, it just… It took me by surprise. And you too, I know, but… We'll figure it all out, huh? Demon? Together?"

Rather than answering immediately, she buried her head into his chest. Against it, she whispered, "Always."

And for some reason, that sounded so much better when he repeated it back to her.