#Raijinshuu Day

[artzy-lin]

HAPPY RAIJINSHUU DAY‼️‼️

god I love them. alt under cut + Bickslow’s babies

so funny thing, same day, my school has like a code for wingstop so we can get money for the basketball team, and a friend gave me the idea to draw them with wingstop lmaooo, but I just couldn’t draw them. and then I remembered, I didn’t include Bickslow’s little guys in the actual piece??? So. Here. LOL.

[freedjustineappreciation]

FT fandom, pls mark these dates!

RAIJINSHUU DAY: October 8th hosted by @raijin-tribe

FRAXUS DAY: November 5th hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus

FREED JUSTINE DAY: November 17th hosted by @freedjustineappreciation

Official information posts will be posted on the blogs. Thought I'd give a boost too because all of these deserve so much love!! Go follow the blogs and spread word!

GIVE SOME LOVE TO THESE <3

[raijin-tribe]

✨ Lucy Day ~ Bonus Lineart!

Source: Fairy Tail FANTASIA [pg.100] I found this little treasure in the back of the FANTASIA Illistrations book~ I thought it was neat for anyone who would like to clean it up or color it!

[fuckyeahfraxus]

As the end of September is near, here's the first announcement/reminder for this year's

Fraxus Day!

As every year it's gonna take place on November 5th and all of you are welcome to pre-celebrate on Halloween (October 31st)! 🤗 There's gonna be an official info post soon <3

We also wanna give a boost to the RAIJINSHUU DAY that'll be held on October 8th, so very soon!! You can find the official info post here , it'll be hosted by @raijin-tribe , please give his badass team some love! We'd adore to see artwork and read fics <3 They deserved so much better!!

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Idk if you take submissions but I have one here :)

Freed: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Evergreen , rushing in: Freed! Bickslow tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

alt:

Freed: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Evergreen: Do you have a second secret team we don't know about?

[lin-lizzie]

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[lucentaire]

evergreen & the lightning squad

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: while I think they all do it (and it might have take Freed a bit to get used to this 'improper' behaviour), Laxus is probably the worst offender. Why? Because I imagine he needs every single calorie he can get his little lightning hands on---it just seems like a magic that requires a lot of energy.

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: the family vibes are too strong for anyone with more than two braincells to think it is a dating siuation.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: they are all in jail together, trying to get Laxus to call someone who can get them out. Which is probably going to be Master Bob, nowadays.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: see, I think Laxus gets asked. I don't necessarily think he has much more experience than the others, but it is funny for most people involved.

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: three out of four people in this group use Eye Magic. I think if anyone went for eyes, the mood would drop majorly. Tickling is okay, however.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Rena, she is not going to miss out on an oppportunity to be the tallest.

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: I think Bix starts them, but I think Freed might win---by enforcing 'rules'

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: I think this one goes to Bix again.

[raijin-tribe]

I never understood why Mashima just didn’t give them last names as well— since they are like the only two characters in the entire series without them! But instead of trying to figure out what their last names could be, I actually brainstormed some headcanons around the issue.

Personal Headcanons

I think the reason Bickslow doesn’t have a last name is because he was orphaned as a baby and never knew his family name. He never adopted a name either (like how Erza got the name Scarlet) because he thought just 'Bickslow' sounded really cool.

For Evergreen, I believe she doesn’t have the best relationship with her family due to neglect / how she grew up. So, once she was old enough to live on her own she abandoned her name, went no contact, and joined a wizard guild.

On the contrary, I think Freed really takes pride in his last name because he did grow up with and have a good relationship with his parents. But they died when he was still a child and it is the only thing he has left of them.

I’ve actually been trying to come up with a bunch of headcanons and ideas around the Raijinshuu’s backstories/past/magic since I know Mashima will never give us anything more than what we already have. Still a work in progress though!

wait why did laxus and freed get last names but bixlow and evergreen didn't. what's up with that.

[theguildawards]

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[lisannastraussisanangel]

Do you mind writing some headcanons about Laxus & Makarov ?

Their development is literally everything to me!

Every time Laxus so much as smiles at him, Makarov is near tears. He's just so happy to have his grandson back

They bicker. I'm talking petty arguments that last for days. It's literally never about anything important

One time they got into an argument over whether salt was a seasoning or a spice. It lasted for an entire week

If Laxus isn't with the Raijinshuu, he's with Makarov

Laxus likes to sit in Makarov's office and watch him work. Partially because it's quiet in there and partially because Laxus likes spending time with him (even if he won't say it)

Over time, Makarov has started asking Laxus to help him with guild master duties. It started out small like mailing a letter but has progressed to helping with paperwork and planning guild events

Yes, Laxus is dragged to guild master meetings. He hates it

Makarov claims that he doesn't know who he's gonna make the next master but everyone knows it's gonna be Laxus. The guy is already doing the job

At least once a day "LAXUS" can be heard screamed by Makarov. Sometimes it's to get him to stop a brawl. Sometimes its because Laxus is being a shit head

While Laxus has calmed down a lot, there's something about his grandpa being relaxed that makes him want to act up

Makarov has started demanding grandchildren. Laxus is absolutely horrified by the idea

Makarov loves to tell embarrassing childhood stories about Laxus. He even has pictures... well he had pictures. Laxus confiscated them

[raiiryuu]

Ship bias !!

⚡︎ "Ship Bias" ⚡︎ - @quiiscnt

A ship that kinda came up from the past and got to almost hyperfixation levels over the past few days has been Laxus and Mystogan.

My insane ramblings under the cut: tl;dr: It Makes Sense, Kinda

At the time Mystogan first showed up/Laxus first met him, Laxus had probably either just gotten S-Class or was close to that level -- Ivan had already been kicked out, and he and Makarov were at odds. His being able to resist the sleep spell Mystogan used, much like his grandfather, meant that he was actually able to meet this stranger, and he was fascinated. This person that went to such great lengths -- and used such strong magics -- just to hide his presence...for what?

It's one of very few relationships in Laxus's life where he took the first step. He reached out first, out of sheer curiosity, wanting to know more about this intentionally mysterious stranger. There were misgivings on Mystogan's side, of course, knowing what he knew -- but he could also see through Laxus's tough-guy act pretty easily. This teenager was hurting, though suggesting as much could easily get you fried, and he would never admit it but he was seeking someone to actually be close to after losing pretty much everyone else he'd had. His mother was dead, his father gone, his grandfather separated by a rift he was slowly realizing would always be there, the Raijinshuu hadn't quite been formed yet. He'd turned his back on his friends to focus on his own training, keeping everyone at arm's length, and now that'd backfired.

The two grew close, cautiously at first, and then over time trust grew as well. Laxus knew there was something off about Mystogan's magics, knew that at least part of it came from the staves on his back -- but he didn't know the whole story. He knew nothing of Edolas or Mystogan's purpose on Earthland for a long time, save Mystogan once telling him very basic info on Anima and that they had to be closed, but not why. Laxus learned that Mystogan had a counterpart on Earthland (phrased simply as "in this world," which was not entirely unusual for his way of speech) named Jellal that was not seen in a positive light around this time, as well. The two would often meet up between jobs and training, sharing long conversations about any number of topics somewhere out of sight of the rest of the guild. Laxus seemed intent on no one knowing he and Mystogan were acquainted at all, and after some time spent around him the answer became clearer -- Laxus didn't want to lose him to Fairy Tail, like he'd lost all else. ( Laxus even went out of his way to track down and buy a staff for him -- one that contained magic, instead of just serving as a focus -- and it ended up being one of the staves Mystogan used during Fantasia, which was carried with him to Edolas when he worked to return Fairy Tail and Magnolia to Earthland. )

There was definitely a period close to the time before the Battle of Fairy Tail where Laxus had been playing around, when he was intentionally trying to piss others off at any opportunity, experimenting with vices and finding most just didn't work, for him. When he was letting himself get angry, and wanting to drag others to that same level. But when they spent time together, Mystogan saw what most would consider his 'true colors' -- the heart behind all that anger. He saw a softer side that had been locked away since his mother's death, to shield himself from further pain. About two months before the Battle of Fairy Tail, the two came to a semi-unspoken agreement -- Laxus stopped his meaningless hookups, more committed to whatever unnamed thing was between the two, and Mystogan had resolved to, at some point, explain in more detail what was going on with him and the eventuality that would come for him. Then Laxus kicked off the 'fighting festival,' words were spoken, identities revealed, and, once again, Laxus felt everything being ripped away from him.

Except one. Despite what had happened, despite the words said, Mystogan showed himself in the alleyways after Laxus had left the Fantasia parade, reaching out himself for the first time. It was a moment he'd intended to come clean, to explain everything -- but, seeing the state the man was in, he tabled the matter. He needed support, not the news someone else was leaving. In some verses this interaction could end in a kiss, but portrayal dependence and all that applies to all of this ofc.

Laxus explained the terms of his removal from the guild, and Mystogan offered comfort and support, but it did not last long -- as the crowds started to disperse, a familiar sense of panic hit, one they hadn't felt in a while. No one could see them together, right?

Both vanished via their magics, and that was potentially the last time they ever saw each other. Laxus did not learn of the events on Edolas until the return from Tenrou, and then once the Grand Magic Games kicked off, he was asked to help Jellal blend in as his old friend for the sake of an investigation. Fun times.

The sad, doomed-from-the-start sort of relationship that simultaneously reminds him he can be soft again while also ensuring he's paranoid of ever letting that wall down again. :')

[eryiss]

Summary: Lead singer of rock band Raijinshuu, Laxus has been in the closet since the band became popular. His bassist Freed has been out since the beginning. Now that Laxus is ready to come out, he'll do anything to make it happen. Even if that means kissing his friend on stage.

Notes: Hi all. Day three of Fraxus week. This one has a lot of kissing, but also a few references to 90s attitudes to gay people, so be aware. Head over to @fuckyeahfraxus to see the other event submissions.

Links: Ao3, Event Masterlist

A Small Price to Pay

1: The First Time – August 1999

On any other performance, Laxus would have been lost in the music and the thrill that came with it. Normally, when he was on stage, his entire mind was occupied by the instrument he was playing. The ripping of his throat as he sang, the burn of his fingers as they slid up and down his axe, the vibrations of the stage as the speakers blasted out his music. He was a performer through and through, and his mind was always on giving his audience the best show he could.

But tonight, there was something hanging over him. Something inevitable; something that would be the main talking point for Raijinshuu no matter how well they played. They could give this crowd the best show of their lives – the best opening show of a tour in history – and they wouldn't talk about it.

Because tonight, he had to make out with his bassist on stage in front of thousands of people.

It was ridiculous. Freed was a good friend, but not once had either of them considered the other a possible partner. They'd known each other since they were kids, had gone through the horny days of puberty, and spent nights locked in a small room writing love songs and not once had they even considered starting anything. When it came to the two of them, it was simply not on the cards. But tonight, on stage, they had to kiss for the first time.

The reason for it was ridiculous as the situation itself. Freed had publicly come out as gay the day their first album topped the charts; he wouldn't hide it. Laxus had always been proud of him for that, but it did leave him in a situation. Apparently, a band can have one gay guy in it to attract a gay audience, but having two of them was too much.

As such, Laxus had to stay in the closet. Unless he wanted to make out with Freed.

"Look, part of your appeal is you're hot," Their manager, Hades, had said. "People listen to your music because they like you. They come to these concerts because they want you to see them and take them to bed. Sex sells, and you're a product."

Laxus had scoffed. "Girls have wanted to fuck gay guys for years. Don't see the relevance."

"I'm not willing to bank on that," Hades shrugged. "But, as I said, sex sells. So, if you're so insistent on this," he makes a hand gesture, "Gay thing, then we have a way of keeping up the sex appeal. They won't be fantasising about you bedding them. Instead, they'll be thinking that the second you get off stage, you'll drag Freed into your dressing room, and you'll fuck him."

"What?" Laxus' face blanked. "Why the hell would they think that?"

"Because at the climax of your shows – every show - you're gonna storm over to him and kiss him like you can't control yourself."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because it's either that, or you go back into the closet."

So, given that the moment Laxus decided he was going to come out he knew there was no chance of him remaining in the closet, Laxus had agreed. He and Freed had known each other for a long time, they'd gotten past arguments and awkward moments aplenty, they would be able to kiss a couple times and then pretend it didn't happen. It was a small price to pay for being himself in public for the first time. To have what Freed's had for all of his career.

But now, with it about to happen, Laxus didn't know what the hell to do.

Their final song was coming to an end, Laxus' fingers burning against the strings of his guitar, and all he could think about was what was expected of him. What he needed to do to be himself. The stupid rule that he had agreed to.

With a sharp strike of the guitar and the scream of the last lyric, Laxus finished the song. The crowd roared their appreciation, yelling for more in a clusterfuck of excitement. He goaded the crowd with some strumming – teasing their yells out and prolonging the inevitable for a few moments more – and the reaction they got was amazing. The opening night of the tour was always one of the best. The rush was like something Laxus couldn't explain. The euphoria was a high that Laxus craved.

Not thinking long enough to stop, Laxus stormed over to Freed.

The second he was close enough he wrapped a sweaty hand into Freed's drenched hair. He yanked the man towards him, pushed their exhausted bodies together like he did it all the time, bent his back to establish dominance, and kissed the hell out of Freed Justine.

It was… just a kiss.

2: The Time It Became Routine – September 1999

As it turned out, it took exactly twelve shows for Laxus to get over kissing Freed.

They were in their third week of the tour, had fielded and ignored hundreds of interview requests, and kissed each other exactly eleven times. Eleven times Laxus had walked the length of the stage on an adrenaline high, grabbed his friend, and kissed him. Each time, they were hailed with wolf whistles and cheering, as if their borderline smutty act was the perfect crescendo to their music. It had become part of the show; and Laxus always did what he could to make his show as good as possible.

So, at the end of their twelfth show, Laxus strode over to Freed rather than stormed to him. He didn't need to adrenaline to push him now. If kissing Freed was part of the band's appeal, then Laxus would treat it as part of the act.

Once he was close enough to Freed, he stopped with a swagger and took Freed's chin between his thumb and finger. He could see a close up on their faces from the corner of his eye and felt the stagnant apprehension. He leant down slightly, close enough for their noses to rub together but not yet kissing him. Freed looked up at him as if on the edge of insanity. As if Laxus had been edging him all night and he was desperate for this kiss.

Of course, Freed had always been a better actor than Laxus. In that moment, Laxus was sure Freed was equal parts amused and irritated.

Laxus wrung the moment out for as long as he could, knowing that the crowd were waiting for him. He tilted his head and smiled softly, as if to give a more intimate and gentler kiss. Then, just as their lips were about to touch, he pushed Freed against the nearest speaker, pinned him to it with his hips and planted a sweaty kiss on him.

The crowd cheered, Bickslow and Evergreen played their drums and guitar respectively, and the lights on the stage cut off. Once they got the all-clear that the mics were off, Laxus removed himself from Freed's person. Freed's stage persona fell, and he looked at Laxus with a cocked eyebrow.

"So you're slamming me against things now?" Freed asked as if annoyed, but Laxus knew his expressions well enough to see the smile he was fighting.

"You love it," He grinned.

Freed laughed, cracking his back and handing his guitar to a stagehand. "You used to be so awkward about men, I sometimes miss that," Laxus snorted at that. He was still awkward about men, but kissing Freed was different. It made sense; none of it was real. "And you bite when you kiss, did you know that?"

"No I don't," Laxus scoffed, walking off stage and pulling off his damp shirt. He tossed it into the stage side laundry basket and walked to his dressing room. Freed followed him, shut the door with a slam, then pounded his fist against it once. To anyone listening, it might seem like Freed had just been shoved into the door. "Just got sharp teeth."

"Either way, be wary when next find someone to sleep with. Not everyone will be so receptive to a bit of pain in that way."

"Not much chance of that happening anytime soon," Laxus shrugged, drinking a bottle of Gatorade in a few large gulps. He handed one to Freed, who took it but looked at Laxus as if confused. "What?"

"Why won't you be sleeping with anyone?"

"We're together," Laxus answered, confused. "Everyone thinks we are, anyway."

Freed seemed to consider what to say, then smiled and placed a hand on Laxus' shoulder. "I've some bad news, Laxus. Since we've been together, I've strayed in my loyalty and slept with another man. Well, men really."

"Seriously?"

"You didn't expect me to be chaste, did you?"

"Course not. But ain't you scared someone will go to the press?"

"And say what? That the bassist for a punk rock band who might be dating the lead singer had sex with another man? Half of our fans won't care, and the other half will be delighted that we're shaking off the shackles of conventional relationship dynamics," Freed shrugged. "And if people did care, we just put out a statement saying that they're lying and trying to get clout off the back of us. They'd believe us because they want to like us."

"I guess," Laxus hummed, then frowned. "Wait, men? How many guys you been with already?"

"Thirteen."

"It's only been three weeks!" Laxus squawked. "How the hell did that happen?"

Freed looked at him with something close to pity. He took a second to consider his words before speaking. "Laxus, I know sex is something that makes you squirm a little, but I think you need to hear this. Now that people know you want men, you are a god. You could go to any gay bar in any country, and all you would have to do is click your fingers and half of them would drop to their knees without even thinking. They'd be queuing up for you."

"Shut up," Laxus laughed to avoid the weirdness of Freed's words. He wasn't right, was he? "That what you do? Pick a conquest out of adoring fans?"

"Of course not. I find someone who obviously is attracted to me but isn't showing it because he thinks he's better than the rest, and flirt with him until he's entirety… pliable," Freed grinned. "I love the challenge of a man who needs a push."

That sent images into Laxus' mind that he really didn't need. This conversation needed to die off, so Laxus fell onto a safe topic: post show rituals. "Don't you need to do some sudoku?"

"Am I being dismissed?" Freed teased.

"Yeah, fuck off," Laxus grinned.

"Such a cruel man, I don't know why I date you," Freed mused. He unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off, and balled it up. He removed the headband that kept his hair out of his eyes while performing and tossed both articles of clothing to random parts of the room. "I'll see you on the bus. Make sure it looks like we had sex before you leave."

Laxus laughed, and Freed was gone a moment later. He collapsed onto the sofa, pulled some headphones to him and played a recording of a thunderstorm on the ocean: his own post-concert tradition. He closed his eyes and let his mind wonder.

For some reason, he was imagining what Freed looked like when he was flirting with men in bars.

3: The Time When Laxus Realised the Obvious – November 1999

"So, you're not actually dating?" Mirajane frowned.

"We're not," Laxus confirmed.

They were performing in their hometown of Magnolia and had been given the day before the concert off. Laxus had wanted to spend the day relaxing at his grandfather's house and having a short break from the craziness of the tour, but the second he'd gotten into town, Mirajane – an old school friend of the entire band – had called Laxus and demanded a meeting to know everything about his and Freed's relationship. Nobody had ever been particularly good at saying no to her, and that was how he ended up in her kitchen being barraged with questions.

"Really? Are you sure?" She insisted. "Because I've seen some of the kisses on the news and they seemed quite steamy. It looked like the kind of kiss you can only give someone you really want."

"Well, hate to disappoint ya- why was it on the news?"

"Oh, apparently you're destroying the moral core of America and trying to drag the youth into a cult of satanism and degeneracy," She shrugged.

"That's the goal," Laxus sniffed a laugh. "But, me and Freed really aren't together. Just an act."

"But why?"

"I wanted to come out, the label wasn't thrilled. They said part of my appeal was that girls could fantasise about getting me into bed, and that it's a main part of the brand," Laxus shrugged, and Mira huffed at that. "They said that second best thing is them imagining me and Freed going at it. So, if I wanted to come out, I had to make it sexy. Freed agreed to do it. So now I kiss him."

"Right…" Mirajane hummed. "And you signed a contract?"

"No, they don't put shit like that on record," Laxus huffed. "Why?"

"I might regret saying this, because now I've seen you two kissing, I really want you to be a real couple, but I think there's something you haven't considered," She smiled at him. "You don't actually need to keep doing it."

"What?"

"Well, sweetie, you're out," She made a gesture to him. "You're in the national news kissing another guy. I don't think you're going back in the closet ever again. Well, you destroyed the closet during your show in Hargeon. The way you grabbed him by the belt, it looked like you wanted to rip his pants off him right there," Laxus face flooded with a blush. "But that's not the point. The point is people know you're gay. It's out there, your label can't take it back if you stop kissing him."

Mirajane's words stayed with Laxus for the next two days. Making out with Freed had basically become part of his day to day life now, and their friendship hadn't really changed so Laxus no longer thought it weird. He'd accepted that until the tour was over, he would be planting a kiss on Freed after every show. The idea that he didn't have to had never crossed his mind.

So, when he was reaching the end on his final song, Laxus was conflicted.

Time was running out and he had to make a choice. He hadn't talked with Freed about this, so the decision was solely on Laxus' shoulders. Either he doesn't kiss Freed tonight and put an end to it entirely. Or he kisses Freed, and he's forced to confront the fact there's a reason he wants to kiss Freed other than wanting to be publicly gay.

It might have been easier if he knew what that reason was. He wanted to keep kissing Freed and he didn't know why.

The kisses weren't exactly earth shattering. He didn't feel fireworks or electricity through him. They were fine. They weren't bad by any means. But they were stage kisses; objective kisses. One moment Laxus was on one side of the stage, the next his lips were on Freed's and their bodies were pushed against each other. It was an act and nothing more, but for whatever reason Laxus wasn't willing to give it up yet.

"Thank you, Magnolia!" Laxus screamed into the mic, and now he had to make a choice.

He turned to Freed, who seemed to be prepared. Past Freed, he saw Mirajane standing in the wings, a look of fascination on her face, obviously desperate to see what he was going to do. A swirling of conflicting began to bloom inside of Laxus, but the sound of the crowd drowned it out. He looked back to Freed, who had a cocky little smirk as if he were challenging Laxus to do it. In that moment, Laxus understood why he loved kissing Freed; it was a game. An inside joke between the two of them that hold the air of challenge. And if there was one thing Laxus had never been able to do, it was resist playing with Freed.

He strode towards him, grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close. They leant in together, tongues dancing as they pushed up against each other. The usual hail of cheer covered them, and Laxus relaxed into it.

And then, not to be outdone by his bandmate, Laxus lowered his hand and squeezed Freed's ass. The whistles and cheers were so loud at that that Laxus didn't have the time to question why the hell he had done that.

4 – The Time Freed Won the Game – November 1999

"Thank you, Era!"

Laxus yelled his goodbye into the microphone and turned towards Freed. Kissing Freed at the end of the shows had become second nature, and Laxus liked to think that he had gotten damn good at it. The crowds always lapped it up, the news always claimed they were evil, and Freed and him would always laugh about it after the show had finished. They'd crafted a well made routine with it, and rarely strayed anymore.

So, when he saw Freed stalking towards him, rather than the other way around, Laxus was taken unaware.

Freed wordlessly grabbed a handful of Laxus' shirt and yanked him forward, causing Laxus to stumble a little. He grinned, took some of Laxus' hair in his hand and pulled him down with force. Laxus could only gape for a second before Freed's lips were on his own. He bit Laxus' lower lip, and deepened their kiss, leading it in a domineering way that he never had before.

With an explosion, everything that Laxus had thought their kisses lacked burst forward.

The fireworks, the electricity, the passion exploded inside of Laxus. He melted into the kiss in a way he never had before. He became pliant and almost needy, his body relaxing and softening to Freed's control. It became apparent how much Laxus had been leading their kisses so far, because the second Freed asserted any control, Laxus became this needy mess. What was worse, he didn't care even a little.

He went to raise his hand to lace it in Freed's hair, but Freed grabbed his wrist and held it, stopping him. Laxus froze and melted further into the kiss at the show of his strength. A groan of pleasure slipped out and echoed around the stadium. Fuck.

Laxus pulled away and saw Freed's eyes sparkling with amusement and delight. It sent a jolt of pleasure through Laxus.

"You're an ass," Laxus whispered with no heat.

"You sounded like you enjoyed it," Freed whispered back.

The lights cut off on the stage, but they stayed close for a moment, looking at each other's eyes as the stage erupted into movement around them. Freed's eyes, which Laxus had looked into hundreds of times in their years of knowing each other, were suddenly hypnotic. His hand, which still was resting against Laxus' chest, grazed at his skin through the fabric of his shirt. Trails of shivers were sent through Laxus' body, and he found himself entirely weak at the knees.

"All it takes is a firm hand, and you become entirely pliant," Freed teased. "I'll have to remember that." Laxus, his mind racing but no words coming, laughed weakly. Freed patted him on the chest and stepped back. "I'll see you on the bus. If you want to talk about it, we can. If you don't, that's fine," He went to walk away, but stopped and looked back with a grin. "And, no matter what happens, I'm definitely going to make you make that noise on mic again."

Freed turned and walked away, stripping off his sweaty shirt as he did so. As he walked away, Three thoughts struck Laxus. One: he had never noticed just how good Freed looked from behind. Two: he had never known how much he loved a man to take control. Three: if their kisses were a game, Freed had just won.

5 – The Time Nobody Saw – December 1999

On December the thirty first, nineteen ninety-nine, a concert was held to celebrate the end of the millennium. It coincided with Raijinshuu's tour of Fiore, so they were names as guests of honours and opened the show. They'd performed a short set – forgoing the kiss as not to detract attention from the other acts, many of whom were smaller and only just starting out – and had been allowed to watch the rest of the musicians from the sidelines.

It was getting closer to midnight, closer to the new year, and Laxus and Freed were just to the side of the stage. They watched as The Trimens, an up-and-coming boyband, serenaded the crowd into the new year. They sang a romantic ballad that was almost hypnotic in its mellifluousness. They were talented kids; they'd do well.

"You look lost in thought," Freed commented, and Laxus looked down to him.

"Do I?"

"What's on your mind?" Freed ignored the attempts of deflecting.

"Just… new year's, I guess. Always get kinda wistful about it. This year's even worse. New millennia, new world, all that crap," He sighed, leaning on the metal bar that separates them from the stage proper. "Just thinking about growing up, you know. I turn thirty next year and there's a hell of a lot of normal stuff I never got to do. There's always that voice telling me that maybe I missed out. That I should have tried to be a kid when I had the chance."

"Do you regret being part of-"

"Oh fuck no. Best thing I ever did," Laxus said resolutely. "But, well, what d'you think the guys would say if I brought up maybe having a break after the tour? Not a long one, maybe a year or two. Just some time to let things settle, Y'know. Try stuff out before we start the next album."

Freed didn't give Laxus the immediate answer that he wanted. He didn't lie to Laxus. Instead, he asked a question.

"What would you be trying out?"

"I don't know. The things I always wanted to do but never had the time. The things I forgot I cared about," Laxus shrugged. "You remember when I used to take apart computers and make 'em better? There was a time when I could do anything with electricity. That's what it felt like, anyway. Probably wasn't as good as I remember."

"You were," Freed argued. "You were quite the nerd, if I remember. What was it you said after you changed the monitor of your computer for the first time? 'The computer's now my bitch.'"

Laxus chuckled. "Nah. Microsoft was my bitch."

"Of course. Your hatred of capitalism started early," Freed laughed. "What else would you be looking to do if we had a break?"

"Well, I guess… come on, you already know," Laxus tried to let it drop, but Freed wouldn't allow that and Laxus knew it. "I wanna find a guy."

He'd wanted that since November, since that first real kiss with Freed. That has awoken something inside of him that he hadn't known about; a want to be with someone who set him alight. Sex was good, and he'd had a few one-night stands after Freed has assured him it was safe to do so without backlash, but none of it was right. None of those orgasms had been anywhere near as good as those few kisses where Freed had taken charge.

Not that they ever spoke about them. Freed always offered when they happened, but Laxus couldn't do it. The way he'd started to see Freed was new. It went against years of just friendship. It was a risk. He could say the wrong thing and ruin anything they had together. He couldn't risk that.

But he was in love with Freed. It had been easy to admit and had come on quickly. He'd always been in love with Freed in some sense, and the shift from platonic love to romantic love had clicked into place with ease. If he knew the right things to say, the right way to act and the right way to approach it, he would make sure Freed knew the extent of his feelings and let the cards fall where they needed to. If Freed felt the same, it would be amazing. If he didn't, Laxus would get over it and they'd remain friends. That was fine.

Losing Freed because he couldn't say the right things was not fine.

"A man," Freed echoed. "They can be hard to find."

"You been looking for one?"

"Not actively. Not for a while," Freed looked on at the band, eyes unfocused. "I need someone who can excite me. That's what I've been struggling to find."

Laxus went to say something, but the song petered out despite not ending. The lead singer, Hibiki, announced that they were getting close to the end of the year. The screen at the back of the stage flicked to a countdown, starting at thirty and slowly ticking down. The crowd and the Trimens started to count down, and Laxus watched on with a sad smile. The new year was fast approaching and Laxus still hadn't figured out what he needed.

"If you want a break to find yourself, Evergreen and Bickslow will be supportive. They'll be shocked, but realise you need it," Freed's words cut through the echoed countdown. "They'd do anything for you. You know that."

"And you. What about you?"

Freed smiled, turned to fully face Laxus, and cupped his chin. As the countdown rose, Laxus found himself leaning into Freed.

"Three!"

The rush of adrenaline burst inside of him, a swirling of panic and euphoria battling inside. Not one of their stage kisses had been like this.

"Two!"

His eyes flickered all over Freed's face. They hadn't kissed without their stage persona's getting in the way. Freed was softer, gentler. He was beautiful no matter what, but in that moment he was perfect.

"ONE!"

Cheers of 'Happy New Year' filled the stadium as their lips touched in a soft, timid kiss. Laxus place a hand on the back of Freed's neck and gently stroked it, leaning in and truly feeling what it was to kiss Freed Justine. To have chapped lips pressed against chapped lips. To have soft hands roaming up his sides as the man's light bulk rested against his own. To feel Freed's stray hairs tickling his face and his nose bumping against his own.

The Trimens started up their song again, the chorus of the ballad a perfect accompaniment to their kiss. In that moment, Laxus knew what he wanted for the next year. For the rest of his life. Because if this is what it was like kissing Freed when nobody was watching, then he could settle for nobody other than him.

But that was for the future. Now, he had Freed in his arms, and he would live in that moment for as long as he could.

+1 – The Time Where It No Longer Mattered – January 2005

Laxus woke with a bleary head and blinking eyes. Being hungover and awake at seven AM was always going to be horrible, but being hunger and awake at seven AM in a tour bus bed was a particularly bad experience. Still, it could be worse.

He mindlessly tugged Freed closer into his arms, burying his face in Freed's hair to block out the light. Fucking tour bust curtains, they barely kept any light in. He heard a slight teasing laugh through his grogginess and, as he often did, cursed whatever god he could think of that his husband had such a high tolerance for alcohol compared to him. The bastard had drunk more than him and yet never got hungover.

"Fuck you," He groaned, wrapping Freed up tighter.

"Maybe when you're more awake," Freed teased, and Laxus pinched him. Freed really loved that particular joke. "We have a show tonight, if you remember. It's best to wake up now and deal with the hangover earlier. If you don't, tonight will be torture."

"Do we have to do it?"

"We'd let down a lot of fans if we didn't."

"Fuck 'em," He huffed quietly, shuffling down the bed to bury himself in Freed's shoulder now. His hair wasn't good enough. "Why the hell did we agree to do a show on January the first anyway. Stupid idea."

"Because we both agreed that we need a vacation after the tour, and the only way the label would let us have a long break so soon after the last one is if we make them a lot of money," Freed teased, a hand stroking Laxus' hair. "And when they realised that they could make a show based off a gimmick, they took the chance."

"Fucking pricks," he grumbled to himself.

"I agree, but you have to admit it's smart," Freed mused. Laxus would admit nothing of the sort. "Anniversary tours are popular already, but having a show to celebrate both five years on from our first real kiss, and our two-year wedding anniversary is a perfect storm. They certainly know what they're doing."

Laxus grunted but didn't speak. Instead, he shuffled so that he was face to face with Freed, winced at the too bright light, leant down to sleepily kiss his husband. It was as inelegant and messy as any kiss could be, and Laxus relished that.

"Happy new year, Baby," He grumbled, smiling.

Freed smiled tiredly. "Happy new year."

[xfulmen]

10, 11, 12, & 13

( @orphicflames / questions prompt / accepting )

What do you love about your muse?

His willpower and even stubborness to get through things. His motivation to continue on. He has been through so much due to his profession ( and affiliation, let's be real ) and yet he is still here, standing and moving on, fighting to become a better version of himself everyday ( both mentally and physically, since he is a mage ) Like despite what life has thrown at him he still manages to counter it --- hell, he even inhaled those magical barier particles and yet he is still here. That's, one of the many at least, things that I love about him but this one is one of the most prominent ones.

What do you hate about your muse?

Ironically his pridefulness could also be one of his biggest enemies. It is no secret that he is a prideful man, despite everything he has erroneously done. He is the type of individual that would never seek help regardless the situation, yet he would gladly offer his help to those who need it ( and by gladly offering, it applies to his fellow guild members ) Unless he is presented with the utmost worst scenario, he will refuse to seek help and it frustrates me because it's never wrong to ask help when you need it. But knowing him, he will never do so. Exception to the rule would be the raijinshuu but again; not frequent either.

What about your muse amuses you?

Whenever, albeit rarely, he wants --- he can be very smooth with words. And i do not mean it in terms of flirtation. Be it during a battle, be it during a confrontation, or even a mere taunt --- there are times where Laxus has his way with words that makes him look like a complete badass in my eyes. ( cliche i know ) Even though he is known for his poor socialization skills, there are times where he would catch you off guard if the right situation presented. And even though i mentioned not in a flirtations way, he can be one when he wants to~

But yeah, when the right opportunity arrives he could be a delight to converse with?? I don't know if that makes sense ( lmao i'm rambling again ), but depeding on the topic of conversation, depending the person --- you'll spot no anti-socialness from Laxus. Not that he would be the soul of the party, but less hostile?? Anyways.

To summarize i love the fact when he chooses to converse, instead of just speak. I hope that made sense.

What about your muse makes you sad?

BOY OH BOY OH BOOOYYYY.

I'm definitely going to link two posts here because i don't want to be repetitive but i have a lot to say either way. ( X ) ( X )

But another thing that i haven't mentioned much is this; Laxus dying without getting words of approval from his grandfather. Of course we've seen Makarov showing signs of approval towards Laxus ( for example; Laxus' fight against his father during the GMG by making the infamous sign pointing in the sky ) but i feel like it's not enough. Laxus had always been the one under his grandfather shadow, always referred as ' Makarov's grandson '. And with everything going on, leading to the ' Battle of Fairy Tail ' Laxus would constantly get nothing but mostly looks of disapproval from his grandfather. It was even mentioned back then in the Tenrou Island, after the defeat of the former second Master.

In a way it feels to like ' am i enough? ' or ' have i done well enough? '

In my muses backstory, i've mentioned that he didn't have the best childhood but it wasn't the worst of all either. If it wasn't for his father, things would have been so much better. And yet i don't believe that Makarov was the most ideal paternal figure but he was eough to give Laxus a respectable childhood. And it took Laxus a lot of time and thought to acknowledge this and appreciate it, if more so.

That's why i believe that it would kill him knowing that he might end up dying one day without getting the approval that he seeks. And it would kill me as well knowing that Laxus will meet his demise sooner than anticipated, and Makarov being too late in unveiling how much Laxus mean to him.

I feel like Laxus would die thinking that he hasn't accomplished much whereas it's the opposite but it won't matter either way.

[raijin-tribe]

⭐️ 6/4 ~ Happy Lucy Day!

Here’s some official art of Lucy with the Raijinshuu to celebrate~!

Source: Fairy Tail FANTASIA [pg. 20] | Full Image

[moonsundra]

fighting the urge to delete this account so hard you've no idea, I will try to at least get to raijinshuu day, can't promise anything tho, I'm not fine, so either nothing or angsty angst. I really wanted to do something cute but I'm not in the right mindset, sorry. I'm actually sorry, bc my heart hurts just by drawing them like this. As a spoiler: after the battle of fairy tail. I know they were guilty too, but I can't help but headcanon that they tried to stop Laxus and went with his plan only because they swore to follow him everywhere

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Scar anon again I'm so sorry for sending consecutive asks but mashima really made the coolest dude + team ever (laxus n the raijinshuu in case it wasn't obvious) and then refused to elaborate like???good sir I would have paid for a full series of Them?? The raijinshuu are so criminally underutilised like I want to know their backstories!! I want to know how they came to join fairy tail!!! I start frothing at the mouth everytime I think about how mashima did the raijinshuu so dirty esp during the Tartarus arc ;- ; anyways sorry for the rant it's like 4 am and I'm having many Thoughts ok that's all from me for real this time 👍🏼 peace!

Everything after Tartarus is my villain origin story lol, not even joking. It's so messy.

Im not singing praises for everything before it ofc there was some jank from beginning to gmg but after tartarus' end the story and characterization really seemed to start coming apart at the seams and it really tanked everything even though at that stage mashima's art was 10/10. Which is a shame bcus tartarus really was a step in the right direction tonally but it just stopped right there. Copped a massive W then tossed it out for consecutive L's.

But yea man! Laxus and his squad! Laxus will forever be a sorta sore spot for me because of the dropped Dreyar family plot thread. The whole dealio with Ivan, Makarov sending Gajeel to spy on him, Laxus' lone adventures. It really could've culminated in either a small side arc or a B-plot of an already existing arc

(I personally would add it into Tenrou. Take Gajeel off tenrou to have him doin his spy gig, accidentally meet up with Laxus during that, plot details regarding the dreyar family happen all while the events of tenrou go down. The duo gets wind of Grimoire Heart heading to tenrou from Raven Tail due to all dark guilds sharing info. The duo head over to tenrou post haste and allowing gajeel to carry out the iconic gajevy moment where he saves her and justifying why Laxus ended up on Tenrou instead of just randomly showing up at the nick of time. But alas, details lol)

Thunder Legion's always been interesting to me though. I'll admit i dont think about them often but they are a pretty unique squad with varying personalities across the board that, on paper, you probs wouldn't expect em to be friends, let alone friends that close and loyal to one another.

Their magics are also a main point of interest because it really is so out there. Freed in essence has an upgraded solid script (plus those unused transformations the beast lookin one from fantasia and the more streamlined one from tenrou), Evergreen has the petrification magic (alongside her main magic with the energy attacks) and Bickslow? Soul manipulation? That can't be legal man. The magic system in FT is really underexplained and has a anything goes sorta deal (hello summoning gods) but man, i would've loved something there for these 3- power limits or drawbacks, how it works, whether its magic they naturally manifested or learned or both. Something along those lines.

And while i don't think a backstory would've been necessary for them per se, because at the end of the day they still are side characters so relevancy of the information learned throughout the story dictates how much is really needed to be known and this extends to learning about how they joined the guild as well (i personally think they all joined as adults tbh. I know a lotta peeps like to think of em as a teen friendship squad but i really prefer it they were an adult friend group. Having a friendship that strong forming in their 20s feels right to me), but i think even a one line or 2 regarding their pasts could come up in conversation for that information to come up naturally.

Like for eg. Freed gives off rich kid energy, so perhaps he's a runaway rich kid like herself but not from Fiore, that could be revealed in a convo with Lucy at some point to strike common ground between the two. Evergreen feels like an orphaned soul turned away (i personally think she gives off Jessie from pokemon vibes) by others a lot so why not a kinship with her and Juvia or even Mirajane? Bickslow the wild card could spout jokes about his acrobatic skills he learned from being a street performer, just something. They're not perfect concepts no, but they're little ways the characters could've been given even a scrap of info to help learn more about em.

Also uhhhh, it always threw me off that they weren't all S-class wizards so i think it would've been cooler if they were a whole squad of s class wizards who attempted a guild coup instead of just 1 s class and his homies. Aight byeeeeee.