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FTLGBTales Event - When We Take Different Paths

Week 2: MLM/Slash

Pairing: Loke/Gray (Loray)

Prompt: Day 6 - Tired

Type of Fanwork: Fanfiction (oneshot)

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“Gray,” Loke says, pulling on his boyfriend’s wrist. He receives no response. Gray’s eyes are shut gently, his breathing coming in soft puffs. His arms are propped up on the table, hands supporting his chin.

“Gray,” he says again, yanking on Gray’s necklace this time - no shirt collar to be found as he has somehow stripped in his fitful doze.

Gray’s eyes fly wide open, and he yelps, “I wasn’t sleeping!”, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes.

Personally, Loke finds that newly-awake expression on his boyfriend’s face the cutest thing ever.

Or he would, if Gray didn’t keep falling asleep goddamn everywhere.

To tell the truth, Loke is more than a little annoyed - but he is also concerned. Gray is always drowsy and tired nowadays. His reflexes are not as quick as they used to be, report Erza and Lucy, and Loke himself has seen that slight change in Gray - where before he would react within a millisecond, now he takes at least five seconds. It is not a good sign, and it worries Loke.

“Gray - are you okay?” he asks, grasping Gray’s long fingers.

“Y - yeah, I am, Loke, don’t worry,” says Gray with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

Loke looks at Gray thoroughly, completely unconvinced by his answer. He scrutinizes every inch of Gray’s face, and notices the red, prominent capillaries in his eyes, the bags under them, the droopy eyebrows.

“Have you been sleeping properly?” he demands.

Gray doesn’t answer, looking down at his and Loke’s hands intertwined.

That’s all the confirmation Loke needs.

“You haven’t,” he accuses. “Why?”

Gray mumbles something that Loke can’t hear.

“What was that, now?”

Gray looks up and says quietly, “I’ve been doing lots more mission paperwork - because Lucy is Erza’s bridesmaid, you know, and she and Erza are so busy prepping for the wedding, and Natsu… well, you know how he is.  And it takes so long because Natsu and I and Erza tend to destroy a ton of stuff - I try not to, but yeah. I’ve also been helping out a bit more with the bar and missions and stuff because Mira is too busy with the wedding too,”

Loke frowns. Come to think of it, he had seen Gray tending the bar nowadays. 

“Well, young man,” he scolds, much like a disapproving parent. “You’re lucky we’re on a dinner date. As soon as we finish, you’re going home and you’re getting into bed and you are sleeping until you can’t sleep anymore. Even if you open your eyes, I’ll make you go right back to sleep.”

“Loke!” Gray exclaims softly, hitting his boyfriend’s arm. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” admonishes Loke. “You could die from lack of sleep. You’re going straight to bed at nine, and that’s that. It’s eight-fifteen, we’ll finish eating quick and get you in bed, got that?”

“…okay,”

The assent is surprising - usually Gray would protest more. Is his boyfriend up to something?

“Straight home, and no detours,” Loke warns. Gray is a master of circumvention and distraction, beating around the bush till the original topic or purpose is completely forgotten.

“But I can’t go straight home,” mumbles Gray, looking down again.

Loke narrows his eyes. “And why is that?”

Gray lifts his head, a wicked smile on his features lighting up those tired eyes.

“Because I’m gay,” he laughs.

Loke should have seen that one coming.

He laughs a little too, then reaches for Gray’s fork.

“Okay, let me just feed you this, and we’ll go.”

Gray looks affronted. “I’m a big boy, I can feed myself. Focus on your food.“ To prove his point, he scoops up a forkful of pasta from his half-empty plate and sticks it in his mouth.

Loke observes amusedly for a couple of minutes, then goes back to his own chicken.

Once the boys are done and Loke has retrieved his boyfriend’s shirt from where he had accidentally flung it on a sleeping waiter, Gray insists on paying, and Loke guiltily agrees (Celestial Spirits don’t exactly have wallets, but he did have some Jewel saved up from living in the Human World and forgot to bring it)

“Thanks for the dinner,” Loke says, standing up on his tiptoes and brushing a feather-light kiss to Gray’s forehead. 

Gray smiles.

Loke doesn’t waste another second in dragging him down the streets to Gray’s house. He makes Gray unlock the apartment and forces him down the hallway into his bedroom, hands on his back, steering him along the path.

Gray stumbles onto the bed from the force of Loke’s last push.

“Loke,” he whines. “At least let me change. You need to go out for that.”

Loke knows what Gray is trying - it’s a horribly pathetic excuse for someone with his habit, though.

“That’s pathetic, I’ve seen you naked a million times before,” he says. “I know what you’re doing. And I’ve known you to strip in your sleep. Go. To. Bed.”

Gray pouts, but quickly strips and lies down in the bed.

Loke yanks the neatly-folded cover from under Gray and drapes it over him. He tucks the duvet up to Gray’s chin and kisses his forehead gently.

Gray is already asleep, his soft breathing filling the silent room.

“Goodnight, love,” Loke murmurs, slipping out.

He heads to Lucy’s house to ask her if he can stay the night at Gray’s place. One night in the Human World will do no harm. She agrees, a little worried, and he reassures her, explaining Gray’s predicament, saying he survived for three months and one night will do nothing.

In the morning, at ten, Gray wakes up to find Loke’s sleeping face in front of his, his strong arms wrapped around Gray’s torso.

Gray smiles, poking his boyfriend.

“Wake up, Loke,” he whispers. “You need to go back, you’ll be ill otherwise.”

Loke yawns and opens his eyes.

“Rest today. Don’t go take any Jobs, don’t go getting into any fights. Stay home. watch some movies or something. I can come over tonight too-”

But this is where Gray draws the line. “No. You stay in the Spirit World. You need to be healthy too. It’s too late to go to the guild now for someone who is usually as early as I am, anyway. Tell Lucy I’m staying home, okay? I love you.”

They kiss for a few seconds, and Loke teleports away.

Gray lies back down after Loke is gone, drawing the covers up to his chin and closing his eyes.

He falls into dreamland with a smile on his lips as he wonders what he did to deserve such a wonderful boyfriend.

–

Okay, wow this just turned into a huge fluff fest, didn’t it XD

[watcher-ofthe-sky]

Learn to Bloom

Summary:  “But I am breaking my promise to myself.” Mirajane came to sit beside her while Cana turned and nudged in closer and asked, “Why do you think that it’s a bad thing?” Erza sighed, folding her arms on the table and lay down her head on them. “Because bad things happen when I am in love.” In which Erza had fallen in love with Kagura but it will take her time to let herself bloom into that love. Written it last year for the prompt “I promised not to fall in love and that I wouldn’t drink too much,” for the event I Take Pride In What I Am by @ft-wwtdp​ Pairing: Kagura x Erza. Background Cana x Mirajane. Mentioned Erza x Jellal. Brotp of Cana & Erza & Mira.

**** [A/N]: This is what we call being fashionably late. I don’t have any defense for myself but I am just happy that I finally completed this. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

Erza tipped her head back and gulped down the rest of her drink. It was harvest time and Fairy Tail had held the annual Fantasia Parade. Other guilds across Fiore had also come to witness the fabulous event and were now joined in the after-party. But right now, Erza’s eyes slowly darted away to the woman sitting at the end of the guildhall who was more fabulous than anything.

Kagura was sitting with Minerva at one of the tables. She was laughing softly at something the other lady had said, her fingers finding their way in her hair to put away the strands once in a while. Erza inhaled deeply at the sight; her stomach doing weird things along with her heart beating hastily.

She looked down at her empty tumbler and ordered another serving. Her vision has started to haze but she was still clear enough to be herself. She chuckled at the memory of once drinking together with Kagura at Lamia Scale party. Lyon and Gray had been bumped hard in the head by both the swordswoman when they started brawling, which further resulted in both of them blacking out for a few moments. Natsu made Erza swore to never drink together with her girlfriend in their presence anymore.

Lisanna offered the group some drinks when Yukino and Lucy joined Minerva and Kagura. The Mermaid Heel mage sheepishly grinned and then declined it. Erza didn’t fail to notice the stretch of those soft pink lips; the way her cheeks slightly blushed. She gulped as her mouth felt dry; she knew she was in deep trouble.

“I don’t think that it’s the drinks at which you are making eyes,” a voice said from her side.

Erza whirled to see Cana sitting on the stool beside her. She grinned before saying, “Though looking at this,” she gestured to the empty containers before Erza, which made the Requip mage chuckle, “That can be a possibility.”

“I am still holding well, though.” Titania winked. “Thanks to those late-night drinking sessions with you when we were teens.”

“Got to say, you’re making me proud, girl. Although, I am enjoying this only as long as you can actually hold up; the aftermath of your limit is something only three people in this world that can possibly handle,” Cana said, fully knowing the infamous aggression of her, thanks to Gray.

Erza laughed at this while Cana asked Kinana for a drink.

“Make it two,” she told the Card Mage.

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely. I can still hold up.”

The two girls tried on different drinks one by one, blurring out the loudness around them. Erza’s eyes caught Kagura’s once in a while and she turned red when her girlfriend blew her kiss at an instance.

When they ordered another serving, it was Mirajane who came with it. Handing them their order, she turned to the scarlet mage with amusement, “Are we drinking our sorrows away or do we have an occasion?”

Erza only cocked back her head in return as she swigged down the contents and thumped down the mug. The two girls watched her in delight as it was a rare occurrence to see the Requip mage loosening up like this.

“Caaanaaa,” Erza rolled out loud as she thudded her head on the bar counter. Mira smirked as she recognised the laced aggression beginning to bubble up.

“Yeah, honey?” Cana replied as she played with Mira’s hair.

“I promised not to fall in love and that I wouldn’t drink too much,” she replied, her voice slurry due to alcohol.

“Aren't you saying my once life motto,” Cana said.

“Well, at least you're holding one end of the deal,” Mira said dismissively, even though she had a suspicion of the truth.

“Nooo, you're wrong, Mira.”

“Is this having to do something with you making eyes at Kagura?” Cana asked, innocently.

“Yes!” Erza nodded vehemently.

“Well, then what it is, hon?” Mirajane asked.

“Have you seen Kagura? Have you seen her? Have you seen the way her eyes sparkle when she talks about something she likes? The way she smells of Jasmine and spring and everything fresh and blooming? The way she is strong and bold yet soft and gentle in a gorgeous way?”

xxx

Mirajane put a spoonful of strawberry cake in Erza's mouth as Cana left a trail of kisses on the transform mage’s cheek.

Erza swallowed before saying, “And her hair...”

“Silky black and beautiful?” Cana offered monotonously.

“Exactly! How did you know?” she enthused.

“Maybe because you've said it seven times in the past half an hour,” Mira said as she buried herself in Cana's neck.

“You've fallen for her pretty hard, I guess,” Cana said.

The scarlet mage inhaled deeply, prepping herself for what she was going to say next. “I am in love with Kagura.”

Even though both the other girls had playful mischief on their faces all this while, they gave her now a warm soft smile.

“That's great, Erza. She is a wonderful person who will keep you happy.”

“But I am breaking my promise to myself.”

Mirajane came to sit beside her while Cana turned and nudged in closer and asked, “Why do you think that it’s a bad thing?”

Erza sighed, folding her arms on the table and lay down her head on them. “Because bad things happen when I am in love.”

“What do you mean, lovely?” Mira asked as she slowly combed Erza’s hair.

“Jellal,” the scarlet mage mumbled. “We all know how that went down the hill. I…I am not blaming him but I was tired of it: the waiting and then getting nothing in return. All this time…it felt like all this time I was waiting for something that maybe never existed in the first place.”

“But I thought Jellal did love you,” Cana said, frowning.

“He did. And that’s the worst part. We were both pretty fucked up to be in a relationship; would have only been each other’s anchors. Even though I know all this, it doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt,” Erza whispered, melancholy heavy in her voice.

“Oh Erza, are you afraid of getting hurt again?” Mirajane asked softly.

The Requip mage only nodded in return but after a moment a bitter chuckle escaped her lips. “It’s not the first time I am feeling like this. So much for being the great strong Titania.”

“Honey, it isn’t a weakness to feel like this. It is okay to not be okay; to be afraid of breaking down. It’s fine,” Cana said, wrapping an arm around Erza. “But you deserve happiness. I know it’s so hard to trust again but don’t let your past experiences ruin your future chances.”

Erza pulled herself up and ran a hand over her face. “I know. I know that she isn’t him. Maybe this isn’t even about him. I am not in love with him anymore but I do still love him, and I want him to be happy too. And then there are these moments when I look at Kagura,” at the mention, she looked up to see the woman sitting across the room who was still smiling gracefully; “I look at her and I think: this girl. I want to make this girl the happiest person. I want to wake up next to her every day, tell her how beautiful she is, tell her how lucky I am to be with her. And when I am thinking that, I forget what it will be like to get hurt. All I feel is maybe…maybe it will be worth it. She is worth it.”

Both the other girls put an arm around Erza, pulling her in a hug.

“She makes you happy, doesn’t she?” Mirajane asked.

“So much,” Erza whispered.

“Then don’t be afraid to open your heart to her,” Cana began. “You said it yourself, she is worth it. I know that the thing with Jellal wasn’t the best, you deserved better—”

“He did too,” Erza cut off.

“Of course, but it isn’t about him. Erza, for once please think for yourself. Life fucked up and shitted on both of you. I know you still care for him, but you have to remember that he does too. He will want you to be happy. And if it’s Kagura who can do that, then he will want you to go for it. Hell, you should want yourself to go for it,” Cana said.

Erza thought to herself about the times Kagura had smiled at her and she wanted to burst out and spill all the love flowing inside of her. Kagura was bright and soft like spring. A gentle wind that made Erza want to bloom out her way out the winter.

It will always hurt, she thought. A part of her will always tether to Jellal and to the love that never got the chance to see the light. Sometimes she will look at him and there would be nothing but pain coiling her body. She will want to get angry at life and will want to tear the realms of time so that she could snatch away the past.

But he will look at her with forgiveness and she will want to cry. They would spend a lifetime stitching each other’s wounds.

Erza was tired of sewing a sky that would always fall and would be pulled apart at the seams.

It had taken both of them years to stand themselves up and admit that maybe this landscape wasn’t for them. That maybe better skies are waiting for them to look at. That maybe there can be a love out there for them that didn’t come with all this weight on their shoulders.

Kagura became that gentle breeze that made her want to blossom.  

And Erza felt lighter.

She did not know that she was capable of falling in love again; that her heart can open itself for someone else too.

Kagura made Erza happy and she wanted to do the same for her.

“I love her,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

Cana’s eyes softened and Mirajane left a kiss on her hair as she buried herself in her arms and rested her head on the table. She did not know how many minutes had passed since she stayed like that.

“Ready to go?”

“Kagura, hi!” The Card Mage exclaimed. “I think your girlfriend has fallen asleep,” she said as she poked Erza’s cheek.

“Is it so?” the sword mage laughed. “Guess, I’ll carry her to her room then.”

“I’ll help you with that. I have to pick a few things from my room,” Cana said, standing up from the stool and hooking an arm around the other side of Erza.

“I’ll see you at home tonight,” Mirajane nodded as Cana left a quick kiss on her cheek.

xxx

Kagura finally tucked her girlfriend on the bed and was ready to leave when Erza caught her wrist. She was still sleeping but managed to mumble, “No, stay,” and pulled her on top of her.

They both lay there, Kagura adjusting herself on her side and Erza burying her face in her neck and throwing an arm around her waist to pull her close. This only made the other mage smile fondly as she carded the pretty scarlet locks of her.

“Iwuvyoo,” Erza murmured.

“What did you say, love?” Kagura chuckled. “You know I can’t hear you like this. And your breath tickles.”

“Mmmm,” Erza said but it came out more like a whine. Soon, she felt asleep contently in the arms of her girlfriend. Feeling warm and safe and happy.

xxx

It was two days after the incident that she blurted out the words again one afternoon in the backyard. They were polishing their swords and Kagura talked something about trying the leaf blade sword once and how exhilarated she left when it sliced perfectly through the air like the katana and had the perfect thrust of The European sword.

Erza wasn’t focussing on the words rather the way Kagura’s eyes were practically glittering; how her skin seem golden under the bright light. Gods, she felt so full as her heart pounded loudly. “I love you,” she blurted.

It took both of them a few moments to process what had happened.

As the silence stretched a bit too long, Erza started getting worried. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, did I just ruin everything with her? Wasn’t I the one who said to take it slow? What if now she feels compelled to say the same? Fuck.

“You don’t have to say it bac—”

“I love you too.”

Wait, what?

She looked above and a bright red colour adorning Kagura’s cheeks. If Erza wasn’t such a huge mess right now, she would have commented how cute she looked.

Kagura scooted closer and took her hands in hers. Erza could smell spring on her.

“I love you. I have been for…a while now. I was afraid that I’ll scare you and will lose you because you wanted to take things slow. I am ready to do that now too and nothing has to change, I swear. It’s just…gods, I feel so silly. I love you and you love me back…I am sorry, it just feels like a dream,” Kagura laughed in embarrassment and pulled out her hands to run them across her face.

Erza wanted to cry. She doesn’t know why exactly but she did want to. This girl in front of her was ready to mellow and shove down her feelings just because of her. For her.

She held Kagura’s face in her palms and titled it up so she could meet her gaze. They were warm and bright in the afternoon light and Erza felt that she was holding the sun in her hands.

She closed the distance between as she gently pressed their lips together. The tenderness of Kagura’s thumb padding over her cheek and the other hand threading her hair made Erza so weak and so strong and so full of love.

She wanted to grow in this love until their bones will grow old.

She wanted to burst open and bloom.

xxx @femslashfairies [A/N]: Eh, in case you haven’t noticed, I love these two. They need more love. It’s spring so this theme was inevitable. Also, I am going to write a fic where I want to focus why jerza cannot work out in canon. So, stay tuned if you want to go down that road. Reviews are highly appreciated on this one. ^^

[ft-wwtdp]

I Take Pride In What I Am - Event Entries

We are now in the last week of our event and we want to make sure that we have received all of your entries. As most of you know, Tumblr tagging is not always reliable, and if you are shadowbanned (like a lot of us have been) you might not show up in the tags.

If you have submitted something to us and it has been more than a day and it hasn’t been posted to our blog, odds are that we have not received notification of it. Please send the @ft-wwtdp blog a message letting us know and we will be happy to add it. 

If you are still working on stuff, don’t worry we are more than happy to accept late entries! This has been a great event so far and we are really happy with the response. Have a wonderful rest of Pride month and remember...Always be proud of who you are!

@mdelpin @x4evermore and @gaymirajane

[ftlgbtales]

We wanted to make it easier for you to keep track of all the prompts and when they were due, so we went ahead and created this calendar for you. This, along with the different cheat sheets we’ve posted, should keep you on top of your game!

We’d like to remind you we are not expecting anyone to do all of the prompts. You can participate as often as you want! Even if you only have time to do one, we’d still love to see it.

Remember that your entries can be about anything as long as they relate to the prompt (and in the case of Week 1 and 2 include one of the pairings). The focus of your story does not always have to be the character’s sexuality or gender identity. You can write/draw about any aspect of that character’s life while embracing who they are - family, adventures, friendships, romance as these are but a few of the things that make up the life of any human being. Lastly, treat all characters with respect, and tag appropriately for content and any possible triggers.

[doginshoe]

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writers:

@petri808 @yukimcffblog @mdelpin @bilucyheartfilia @chikkachu @mushi9 @rosechi @kaychawrites @termitate @rougescribe

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@ft-wwtdp

@ftguildevents @fanficmemes @prohinatahyuga

@ao3commentoftheday @femslashfairies

@kuroshironekoserver

@fuckyeahfraxus

@animangaladies

@zutara-dumpster-hours

artists:

@kokodrawings @solafhusain @watcher-ofthe-sky @sevenlaila @starcider  @lulupinnn @phoneboxfairy @slayslothart @phoenix-before-the-flame @krystledraws 

[dustyphantom]

Happy Last Day of Pride Month!

Pride month has come to a close! Here is my submission for the last day of FTLGBT pride: the first drawings in a long time that have taken me over an hour to draw!

Happy pride month!

@ft-wwtdp

[gaymirajane]

- queen

For @ft-wwtdp day 23

Laxus tries a new gay bar, not realising that it’s their drag night. He’s not that interested and prepares to leave when the tantalising queen Freedomme takes centre stage, and Laxus realises that maybe he is super interested in drag, or at least the queen in front of him.

[fairiesnova]

In the Dark

For @ft-wwtdp pride event prompt: quiet

Read on ao3

The only sound coming from the room was the muddled voices in the movie long forgotten. In the far corner of the house, Wendy is sure she can hear her mother cleaning their popcorn and soda explosion off the table. When she was done, she would climb the steps and peek into Wendy’s room to make sure they were sleeping. But sleep would not come easy to Wendy this night.

They lay on their sides facing each other. Chelia’s eyes, those pretty expressive eyes Wendy always got lost in, were wide open and staring back into Wendy’s own. Their breath was steady, chests rising and falling to match the other’s, but Wendy felt anything but calm.

They had talked about having a sleepover months ago, near the start of the year. Chelia had been excited making plans for all the things they could do and Wendy, even back then, was helpless for that smile. So, she agreed. And was excited too! But then something about their relationship started to change. Wendy started paying more attention to the way Chelia puts her cherry lip gloss on and the way her hair falls into her face when she brushes it. And she would get this sinking feeling in her gut whenever Natsu’s friend Gray brought his brother Lyon around and Chelia would start gushing to her about how cute he was.

Speaking with Natsu about her feelings did help. Her cousin was surprisingly good with words and said he understood what it was like to start falling for a friend. A part of Wendy wishes she could sneak into Natsu’s room and sleep in there rather than stew in this awkward tense silence in the room.

They were so close that whenever Wendy moves her feet, she brushes against Chelia’s leg. The first time it happened she let out an embarrassing squeal and went rod straight. It was the last noise either of them uttered in at least a half hour.

Wendy closes her eyes trying to will herself to sleep when Chelia finally speaks. “Hey Wendy?” she calls, her voice soft.

“Yes?”

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

Wendy’s eyes fly open. Chelia’s face was the same as its been the past half hour; those soft and welcoming eyes were still latched onto Wendy’s face.

“W-what?”

“Have you ever kissed anyone? Like a real kiss, on the lips?”

“N-no!” Wendy’s voice echoed throughout the room. They both wince and Chelia’s hands came up against to Wendy’s lips.

“Shhh, your mom’s scary Wendy. I don’t want her to come up here and see we didn’t listen to her.”

“Sorry,” Wendy whispered against Chelia’s hand. “But no, I never kissed anyone.” She hesitates, “why, have you?”

Chelia hums softly. Her hand moves off of Wendy’s mouth to rest against her cheek. “Yes, I have. But I didn’t really like it. It wasn’t the fireworks you always hear about in the movie. I was just wondering…do you think it would be different if you were kissing someone you really like?”

“Yeah,” Wendy said breathless “yeah I do think it would be different.”

The silence in the room returned, but unlike the heavy tense one from before, this one was lighter. Charged with something else, something exciting.

Chelia closes her eyes this time although her hand stays on Wendy’s face. “I think so too, good night Wendy.”

Wendy smiles bundling deeper into her blanket. “Goodnight Chelia.”

It isn’t until her mother comes in, cooing at them cuddled together in Wendy’s bed and turning the movie off, until there are no footsteps in the house and the room is plunged into pure silence that Chelia’s lips touch Wendy’s. Its in the dark stillness of the night that Wendy kisses her back. And sure enough, fireworks.

[xnovamore]

Guide to this and my other blogs

Hi, I’m Nova. I’m 22 and into a lot of different things. This is a brief run down of all my blogs

@xnovamore: 

My main, here I post whatever I want. Sam Wilson holds my heart and I post about him and the MCU. I’m also getting more into original fiction so I may start posting about my stories here as well. As a note: do not follow me if you defend racism, participate in antiblackness, are lgbtphobic/queer/ace/aro/panphobic or ship minors with adults

@samwilsonsundays:

Started because I love Sam Wilson but could never find him in his own tag. If your a Sam lover please check out this blog and the creators featured on it. I check the tag and fill the queue on this blog every Sunday.

@fairiesnova:

My anime blog that I use as much as my main. I am currently moving all of my anime stuff off of @xnovamore and to here. If you followed me for atla, naruto, or fairy tail I suggest you unfollow @xnovamore and follow @fairiesnova. I have a queue running constantly on this blog too because I have years of content to switch over

@ftlgbtales:

I’m proud to be apart of this amazing hub for lgbt content in the fairy tail fandom. I’m an admin on this blog.

@femslashfairies:

A blog for all wlw content in the fairy tail fandom. This blog is my baby and I adore it very much. I’m an admin on here.

@ft-wwtdp:

An event blog for lgbt events in the fairy tail fandom. Ftpride2019 and 2020 were hosted here. I’m an admin on here.

@welovelisanna:

Motivated by a need for Lisanna postivity in the fairy tail fandom. I run Lisanna week and reblog all Lisanna content.

@grayluweekends:

A blog for the ship Gray Fullbuster x Lucy Heartfillia from Fairy Tail. We take requests every weekend on this blog and run graylu events.

[eryiss]

Event: LGBTQA+ Month hosted by @ft-wwtdp​ 

Ship: Fraxus ( Freed Justine x Laxus Dreyar)

Prompts: Love, Gift, Brave, Tease, Quirk.

Verse: Canon Compliant

Alternate Places To Read: Fanfiction, Archive of our Own. Event master list here.

This is the first batch of submissions for the Fairy Tail LGBTQA+ week. I’m putting five drabbles per post as not to spam the tags, and I’ll make a new post every five days. Hope you enjoy them. 

Day One – Love (Of A Stubborn Thief)

Despite what many people thought, Laxus had always had a good handle on his emotions.

He always knew what he felt, had always been good at realising what his feelings were and what they meant, and he had enough emotional intelligence to understand other people's feelings as well. Thanks to his father's influence, there had been a time where he would shut off his emotions, but even then he had known what he was feeling. Even at his worse, he understood people and he understood himself.

It was because of this emotional intelligence that he wasn't shocked when he realised he was in love with Freed.

They'd been dating for a few months by then, and it had been incredible. Having this extra layer of intimacy with the other man made him feel comfortable, happy, and warmer. It was as if every second was just a little bit better than it could have been with Freed being only a friend. A small but constant improvement, and one Laxus had no intention of giving up.

It wasn't a particularly big moment that lead him to understand what he felt for Freed. It was in the middle of august, and the two of them were shopping in Magnolia's marketplace for everything they would need for the upcoming week. Laxus had been tasked at getting meat from the butcher's cart, while Freed made his way through the produce stands. Shopping together was something they had started to do three weeks prior, and although Laxus hadn't admitted it, he was rather fond of it now. Before, it had been a chore, but it was somehow pleasant when Freed was with it.

Laxus had never guessed he would enjoy the domestic side of a relationship this much.

After getting all the meat they needed – which was a lot, given they were intending to have a barbeque in the upcoming days – he began to walk towards the fruit and vegetable sections of the market. When he got in earshot of Freed, a grip split on his face.

"You and I both know that you're overcharging. I am not going to pay double the worth for a punnet of strawberries," Freed had snapped, voice a little harsh.

"Then you ain't shopping here," The vender said, and even with the distance between them Laxus could see Freed's jaw clench a little.

Laxus decided to stay back. This would be fun to watch.

The following few minutes were quite entertaining for Laxus. Freed, as he often did when he saw something he identified as an injustice, decided to use every tool available to make his point. One moment he had worked out the exact price of an individual strawberry – which was admittedly quite high – and was loudly making sure the people around them knew it. The next moment, he was explain the many health code rules that the vendor was breaking, and threatening him with an impromptu visit from the governing authorities so that they could see these violations.

After glancing at the vendor, who had turned from a confident extortionist to a bumbling victim of Freed's calm but effective threats, Laxus decided to approach. If left too long, Freed might make it known he had a weapon attached to his hip. That might be taking it a little too far.

Although, it would be funny.

As he got closer to his boyfriend, Laxus thought back to when he first met Freed. He had expected the other man to be a reserved and calm figure, lacking the eccentricities that made up Fairy Tail's members. Makarov had once confessed that he thought Freed would be a calming influence on Laxus, as he was one of the more mature members of the guild. Looking at him threaten a man's livelihood for a discount on some fruit, it was hard to believe that was the case.

"Hey," Laxus greeted, standing beside Freed. "Everything alright?"

"I'm simply refusing to be a victim to a scam," Freed explained, and Laxus fought off a grin.

"As I said before," The vendor continued, though his tone was unsure now. "I am not going to lower my prices because someone in threatening me."

"They are pretty expensive though," Laxus said smoothly, before Freed could cut in. "Maybe you could knock twenty percent off, get us out of your hair. I think we both know that this asshole ain't gonna give in."

The vendor took a moment to think, cussed under his breath, before offering a lower price. Laxus brought his wallet out and paid for the food before Freed could barter it down lower – there weren't many fruit vendors in the market, they couldn't afford to be backlisted by the best one – and started to walk away. Freed joined him a moment later, walking beside him as they began to left the market.

Freed was quiet, and Laxus assumed it was out of annoyance that he hadn't managed to get a bigger discount. But when he looked to his side, he saw that Freed was eating what appeared to be a peach, and Laxus frowned. That hadn't been part of what they intended to buy.

"Where did you get that, Freed?" Laxus asked with an amused expression on his face.

"The fruit stall, of course," Freed said, and Laxus let out a single laugh.

"Did you pay for it?"

"It's entirely dependent on what you consider paying to mean," Freed shrugged. "If you mean I paid the amount he wanted, then no. If you mean I covered the cost of overcharging by getting what my money was worth, then I did pay for them."

"So you stole it?" Laxus laughed, before furrowing his brows. "Wait, them? How much did you steal?"

Freed reached into his pocked and pulled out another peach, offering it to Laxus. The blonde looked at it for a moment, shaking his head in a mixture of both amusement and disbelief. His boyfriend – the man many people claimed was a voice of reason inf Fairy Tail – had actually stolen some fruit because he believed that he was being overcharged. He seemed completely unrepentant about it, and Laxus knew that if he objected Freed would stubbornly defend himself to an inch of his breath.

And it was then, when he took the stolen peach for himself, he realised he was in love with him.

The moment he realised it, everything seemed to make sense. Because of course he loved this ridiculous, stubborn, incredible idiot. Who else could he love? Who else could make him feel as he did? Who else was so perfect for Laxus?

It was a warm feeling, a feeling of solidity and comfort that Laxus hadn't often felt in his life. He found out he liked it. And as he looked down at Freed again, who had continued to eat his peach without so much as batting an eyelid as to where it came, Laxus found himself more contented than he ever thought he could.

"Freed," Laxus began, insides bubbling.

"Yes," Freed said patiently.

"I'm in love with you."

He kissed his boyfriend before he could say anything in response. Delightfully, it tasted like peach.

~~~

Day Two – Gift (From Afar)

"Hey Freed, wait up."

Freed turned around at the shout from behind him, stopping. It was his birthday, and he was retuning home from the customary celebrating in the guildhall. His parties were always a smaller affair than those of the louder members of the guild, something he had requested. Still, it had been a merry affair, but as the night had worn thin, Freed found himself fighting a small amount of melancholy as he sat around his friends.

It came form the fact that, while all his friends were there, his husband was not.

Laxus had taken an S-Class job nearly a month prior, being the only available member of Fairy Tail with the ranking to attempt it. He had known it was going to be a long job and that he would possibly miss Freed's birthday, and the rune mage hadn't minded. Missing out on things was an occupational hazard in their job.

Still, now the day had come, Freed couldn't deny he was missing him. They didn't have any particular traditions when it came to breakfast, other than being awoken with a fresh mug of coffee, so it wasn't as if he was missing anything in particular. It would have just been nice to have Laxus with him.

"Damn, you're a pretty fast walker," Natsu panted as he approached Freed.

The rune mage looked at the younger man with a small quirk in his eyebrow. They weren't the closest of friends, but they got along well enough given their contrasting personalities. He waited patiently for the other man to catch his breath – maybe he was a faster walker than he realised – and absently wondered what Natsu could have wanted. He'd congratulated him, given him a gift, and demanded a fight throughout the evening. There wasn't much else Natsu normally did on a birthday.

"I have this for ya," He eventually said, raising a hand.

In his hand was a package wrapped in brown paper and tied up with string. It was a simple looking thing, and Freed took it with a small amount of hesitance. Natsu's gift to him had been two bottles of alcohol; one a refined scotch, the other a cheap brand of tequila that boasted being the closest thing to breathing fire a man could experience. Lucy had later confessed that she tried to convince him to get the scotch rather than the tequila, and this had been a compromise.

But, given the fact the man had gotten him something already, it seemed unlikely that there was a third part to his gift. He looked down at it, then to the man, with a small expression of his confusion. Natsu grinned.

"It's from Laxus," He explained. "We had a mission close to the town he's helping and met up with him. Told me to give you it."

Freed looked down to the wrapped package with a small smile. It was of course nothing compared to having the actual man here, but it made him feel rather loved anyway. A lot of people assumed that Freed would be the more romantic of the two, but that wasn't exactly true. They both had their moments, both were thoughtful and kind to each other, and this was an example of Laxus' more romantic inclination.

"Sorry I didn't give it to ya in the guildhall," Natsu continued. "Didn't know if he wanted it to be private or not, so I waited. I should get back, so see ya," He started to jog back, waving towards Freed. "And I want that fight!"

Freed smiled a little as the younger man ran off, looking down at the gift in his hands. He continued to walk towards his house, absently moving the package from hand to hand as he did. It wasn't a long walk, so he decided to wait.

When he got home, he walked to his living room and settled in his large armchair. A pile of his presents had formed from when he had teleported them from the guildhall, and he decided he would deal with them in the morning. He ran his fingers down the brown paper of the gift with a soft smile on his face. He used his nail to cut it open revealing a small note above the gift written in Laxus' familiar handwriting.

'Freed. Sorry I'm not gonna be there for your birthday. I know you said you don't mind, but it's still kinda shit. I'll make it up to you when I get back, which shouldn't be too long I don't think. I hope this make you smile. Love, Laxus.'

Freed smiled, moving to place the note on the side table. When he did, he noticed writing on the back of the paper.

'Salamander. I swear to god if you opened this instead of giving it to Freed I'm gonna fry your balls off when I get back. Evergreen and Bickslow know I've got him something, so I'll know if he doesn't get it.'

With a laugh, Freed placed the note on the side and looked at the gift itself. It was a leather-bound book, and when Freed saw the title, he smiled. It was a book containing multiple short stories aimed at children, the same book that he had read as a child. This was a first edition of the book, and it seemed to be in immaculate condition. He smiled softly as he opened the first page and looked down at the illustration.

Freed realised, as he read, that Laxus' job had taken him through a far-off town that boasted a well-stocked vintage book store. He must have brought the book before he arrived at the job and kept it to give to Freed when possible. The idea of it made him smile, as did the knowledge that he had only mentioned the book to Laxus once, and he had remembered.

He smiled as he turned a page; Laxus really was a romantic at heart.

~~~

Day Three – Brave (In Every Way)

Laxus had always known that Freed was brave.

There was never any doubt in his courage. He had stood against powerful mages and fought dangerous beasts hundreds of time and had never shown any signs of backing down. He had pushed himself to his limits to help others, had stood up against injustices and cruelty, and had never cowered when challenged on his ideals. He was one of the bravest men that Laxus had ever met, and that was something Laxus would never change his mind on.

Today, he was proving it. Because fighting mages, stopping monsters and ending injustices were something mages had to do. True bravery could be seen today, as both Laxus and Freed walked into the large foyer of Freed's childhood home.

Laxus would say it was more of a mansion than anything else. But saying that wouldn't be appropriate.

Freed's relationship with his family had always been tense. Not as shattered as many Fairy Tail members, but there was always an underlying animosity between them. Freed hadn't been the perfect, obedient son that they had wanted, and from what Freed had told Laxus, they had resented him for that. He was his own man, had made his own decision, and those decisions had been at odds with what they wanted for him.

Apparently him joining Fairy Tail had been the last straw for them. His father had threatened to cut him off, remove him from their will, and essentially disown him. Freed had left the house the moment he could, and hadn't returned since.

Until now.

After the incident at the S-Class trials, it had been assumed that many members of Fairy Tail had died, and Freed was included. So when they returned after seven years alive, people had been shocked, and it had been a big part of the news. Apparently Freed's parents had seen this and, now that their supposedly dead son was alive again, they reached out to him. According to their letter, the seven years thinking he had died had shown them what it truly meant to have him out of their lives, and they had regretted their behaviour.

Laxus wasn't going to say anything, but he had heard Freed's soft sobs as he read the letter for the first time. Clearly he had been missing his parents more than he thought.

Today was the first time they would see each other, and Freed had admitted to being scared. He had insisted that Laxus come with him, both for support and to show his parents the man he was to be married to. If they wanted to accept who he was, they needed to accept Laxus as their future son-in-law.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Freed's mother whispered.

She had been the one to open the door, and the moment she saw him her face melted into emotions and she pulled him into a hug. Laxus had stood by a little awkwardly, allowing the two to have their moment. Although Freed didn't cry like his mother was, the strength in which she hugged her told Laxus how much It meant to see her again. It was nice to watch.

"I am too," Freed said softly. "You look well."

"So do you," She smiled. "You must still be twenty-one, mustn't you?"

"I am," Freed said with a small laugh, though a small frown followed. "Is father not coming?"

"He's coming," She assured him. "He's not as mobile as he was before, I'm afraid. But still pig-headed enough to refuse my help."

Freed nodded, and his shoulders hunched slightly. Neither his mother nor father were innocent in Freed being driven out of his home, but his father was the worse. He was loud and argumentative with his disproval, if Freed's stories were accurate, and it had been the constant arguments and fights between them that had been the final straw for Freed. It was clear that seeing his father would likely not go as well as seeing his mother.

And yet Freed stood firm, and Laxus was again reminded of just how brave his fiancé was.

As Freed and his mother spoke, Laxus allowed his eyes to stray around the room. There was a large painting above the staircase, seemingly of a pre-teen Freed with his mother and father. The father was a stern looking man, with a strong jaw, authoritative expression and pushed back shoulders. He looked like a high ranking soldier, actually.

He pulled his eyes away from the paining when the doors to the side of the stairs opened, revealing the same man from the painting. He was now hunched over, leaning heavily on a walking stick, covered in wrinkles. He looked old.

"Freed," He said, voice a little croaky yet still firm and controlled. "You came."

"I did. Hello father," Freed replied, voice tighter now.

"Who is this?" He asked, looking to Laxus.

"This is Laxus Dreyar. His grandfather is the guild master of Fairy Tail," Freed explained. "He's also going to be my husband."

It was perhaps the bravest thing he had ever said.

Apparently neither Freed's mother nor father had been told of this, as they both looked to Laxus in shock. Laxus didn't look towards Freed's mother, and instead kept eye contact with his father. If Laxus had judged them both correctly then the father would be the one to have an issue with him, not the mother. He looked at the older man without showing a hint of intimidation, and the man looked right back at him for a few moments.

"You do good by my son, and we won't have a problem," He eventually said, huffing.

"Of course," Laxus nodded.

"Good," The old man nodded, before turning to his wife. "We'll be eating soon, I assume."

As the older couple walked off, Freed's mother saying they would be waiting in the dining room and dinner would be served in twenty minutes, Laxus stood beside his fiancé and looked down to him with a gentle expression. Freed seemed to take a few moments recover; he had apparently expected something worse as well.

"You okay?" Laxus murmured to him.

"I think so," Freed said with a nod, looking up to Laxus with a smile. "Having them know I like men is rather a large weight off my shoulders."

"I bet it is," Laxus said, kissing the top of his head. "You ready to catch up with them?"

"I think so, yes" Freed nodded.

As they walked, Laxus was left with no doubt that Freed was the bravest man he knew.

~~~

Day Four – Tease (At Your Own Risk)

"Well, isn't this cute."

Bickslow had his arms crossed over his chest, the biggest shit-eating grin stretched over his features. Freed's eyes fluttered open as he was awoken, looking towards the man responsible through a hazy gaze. The cocky attitude radiating from the man was clear even without being fully able to see him, and his tone was annoying Freed already. His tired glare didn't dissuade Bickslow from his amused taunting.

He, Bickslow and Laxus had taken a mission together and had ended up sleeping in the woods. It was originally intended to be a Raijinshuu only mission but Evergreen had been called out at the last second, and Laxus had taken her. Bickslow had been more than happy to hear this, and now that the mission had begun Freed understood why.

The idiot had decided he would spend the entire mission teasing the new couple as much as possible.

Many little comments had been made about him third-wheeling them by coming along with them, and about how sorry he was that he had gotten in the way of their romantic time away. When fighting a pack of creatures they had been forced to split up, and Bickslow joked that if they wanted time alone then they could have just asked. And the moment he realised they were sharing a tent he had all but imploded with laughter at his own jokes about what they would be doing inside of it.

It was starting to grate on Freed's nerves, just slightly.

Right now, the subject of his teasing was the fact Laxus was sleeping, head resting on Freed's chest, arms wrapped tightly around him in an almost possessive manner. Freed probably had his nose nuzzled into his boyfriend's hair before he had woken up. Bickslow clearly had enjoyed seeing the two of them cuddled together.

"The two strongest, most badass men in the guild," Bickslow continued. "All snuggled up like idiots in love. It's enough to make your heart melt."

"You know I have a sword, Bickslow," Freed croaked a little as he spoke. "And you also know I enjoy using it."

"Whatever you to do in bed – or in the tent – ain't any business of mine," Bickslow grinned even wider, and Freed's glare got even more intense. It didn't stop Bickslow even slightly. "I always knew Laxus was this cuddly, didn't think you were though. Honestly wish I could take a picture of this, because it's too damn cute."

Freed sighed. He should have expected this when he and Laxus revealed their relationship to their teammates. They were both happy for them, and didn't bat an eyelid when Laxus essentially came out to them, and Freed was grateful of that. For a few days it had been nice, they had been given space and respect. It was now clear that was some sort of amnesty period, because their relationship was now as much a target for teasing as everyone else's. Freed would be better equipped to deal with it if he hadnt just been woken up.

"Did you honestly open our tent just to bother us?" Freed asked, yawning.

"Nah, I was gonna make some breakfast and see if you wanted anything. This is fun though," Bickslow cackled. "So, did you have a nice romantic evening kissing under the stars after I fell asleep."

"Leave him alone, Bix," Laxus groaned, waking up and removing his face from Freed's chest.

"Why?" Bickslow laughed. "This is fun."

"Because eventually he'll get pissed off at ya and try and kill ya. And that means he wont be here and he's really fuckin' warm and I don't wanna lose that until I'm really awake," Laxus explained, pulling Freed closer. Bickslow actually cooed at the action.

"Fine," The blue haired man said finally. "Bacons nearly ready. Be out here if you want any," He then grinned again. "And if you want some privacy, leave a sock on the tent's zipper and I'll get the message."

He cackled as he walked away, and Freed glared at his retreating figure as he turned to his boyfriend. Laxus was smiling a little in his tiredness, clearly amused by the situation; he was always more of a morning person than Freed was. The blonde pulled him closer, pressed a lip to Freed's collar bone, and curled up closer to him. Freed found himself placated slightly by the action and closed his eyes.

"How long do you think it'll take before he stops?" He asked, tiredly.

"None of us have given Ever a break since she got with Elfman," Laxus shrugged. "Just try not to let him get under your skin. You know this is his way of supporting us."

"I know," Freed admitted. He would be much more offended if Bickslow wasn't acting like this.

"And if he really does start pissing you off, we can just keep doing this. It's pretty relaxing if you ask me," Laxus mumbled, nuzzling his nose against Freed's chest. The rune mage smiled a little at that, and ran a hand through his boyfriend's hair.

"I suppose," Freed agreed, before laughing. "Although I do often enjoy getting revenge rather than calming down."

"You can do that too, later," Laxus grinned. "And hey, you're the team's leader right, meaning he technically has to do whatever you say during a mission. So the next time he really annoys you, make him do some weird shit to distract him."

Freed grinned as he looked down at his boyfriend. "I rather like seeing your devious side."

"Couse you do. You're a freak," Laxus taunted, smiling into Freed's torso. "But do it later, because right now I wanna fall asleep again and wait for the idiot to cook us our breakfast."

Freed chuckled at that, leaning down and pressing his lips to the top of Laxus' head. He curled down a little so he was lysing again, wrapped an arm around Laxus' waist, closed his eyes, and plotted his revenge.

~~~

Day Five – Quirks (And Their Meanings)

Freed considered himself an expert on many things.

There were a wide range of subjects that Freed was knowledgeable. There was the obvious, such as his magic and the languages associated with it. There was the necessary, such as how to survive in many situations that the normal person wouldn't find themselves in. And there was the obscure and pointless, such as the process in which leather was made and applied to the bindings of old books. Freed's mind was a home of knowledge both useful and not.

One thing he was particularly knowledgeable about was his husband. Many people assumed Laxus was unreadable and stoic – which was a fair assumption when compared to the loud and expressive people of Fairy Tail – but Freed knew better. You could often tell what Laxus was thinking, you just needed to know what to look for. This was something Freed excelled at.

Laxus showed many little quirks that betrayed his emotions. Some were obvious, like when he grinded his teeth together when annoyed, or how he swayed a little as he was on the cusp of getting drunk. Others were more specific, like how his index finger twitched when he wasn't paying attention and instead was thinking about a song stuck in his head. Freed had realised that particular one when they were getting chastised by Makarov for being destructive during a mission, and Laxus' finger tapped against the arm of a chair in time with a song they both liked.

The point was, Freed could read Laxus well. And right now, he was uncomfortable.

Freed had of course expected this reaction, when three weeks ago Guild master Bob had approached the Raijinshuu and requested they become part of the guild after Fairy Tail's closure. They wanted powerful mages to do some of the more intense missions, and that suited The Raijinshuu well. But, as was Blue Pegasus' gimmick, they needed to occasionally flirt with customers.

Each member of the team had different reactions. Bickslow and Evergreen took to it well enough; Bickslow was sociable and friendly already, and Evergreen found she enjoyed men fawning over her. Freed approached it pragmatically, it was a part of the job and he did it as well as he could. Laxus didn't.

He tried at the start, but he wasn't good with people. Either intentionally or not, he had started to be more standoffish and almost rude to those interested in him. It didn't seem to deter them, instead attracting an even more intense crowd.

Which was why he was so uncomfortable.

Freed had just finished speaking to a man who wished to garner his attention – nice enough, but Freed was happily married – and his gaze fell to the blonde. A group of women sat at his table, clearly not understanding that Laxus' uncomfortable and short-tempered attitude wasn't an act. But being an expert in reading his husband, Freed knew what to look for.

His shoulders were hunched, an attempt to make himself smaller. A trial for someone of his size.

His pupils were dilated, the girls surrounding him were annoying him them.

His sentences were short and filled with contractions. He was trying to force an end to the conversation.

There were other things, but Freed had seen enough. His time entertaining had ended anyway, and it was clear that Laxus needed a break. He stood up from where he had been entertaining men and walked towards the table Laxus was hunching over.

"Excuse me," He said, interrupting the almost single-sided conversation. "I'm incredibly sorry to interrupt, but Mr Dreyar is needed outside for a short while," Some of the women went to protest. "I understand, but I've spoken to Hibiki and he's rather excited about stealing you away from Laxus, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to keep him waiting."

The clear lie worked. Freed almost shook his head at how gullible they were.

Once the gathered women spread and went towards Hibiki – who barely managed to hide his shock and looked to Freed with a glare a moment later – Freed nodded for Laxus to follow him. It was part of their job to always seem willing to attend to the guests unless absolutely needed, and therefore Freed had to keep up the lie that Laxus was required in the back. He led him to the alley outside, both for privacy as well as the fact Laxus was occasionally called there to help move beer barrels when the guild was understaffed.

"You looked like you needed a break," Freed commented, leaning on a wall. "You okay?"

Freed watched as Laxus deflated slightly. His tense posture lessened, the tightness in his jaw released, and he allowed a trapped breath to leave his mouth. The quietness of the alleyway and the company of his husband clearly had an affect on Laxus, and Freed was glad to see it.

"They just get a bit intense," Laxus sighed. "And they're all fuckin' loud all the time. They screech."

"I've heard," Freed laughed a little. "I can't imagine it's pleasant when it's right in your ear."

"Honestly, I think that fucking laugh is gonna haunt me in my nightmares," Laxus groaned, but he was grinning a little now. "Should have done what you did and asked just to see guys, least they don't shatter your ears every time you say anything."

"No, I suppose they don't," Freed patted his husband's arm softly.

Laxus' deflation wasn't just because he was glad to get out of the main hall, it was also because he was slightly defeated. His identity had always been interlinked with Fairy Tail in one way or another, and Freed couldn't understand exactly what it felt like for him to lose that and have to join another guild. It must be hard, and all Freed could do was try and help him through it in any way he could. Knowing this, Freed reached into his coat's breast pocket and pulled out a piece of paper which he handed to Laxus.

"If it's any help, I stole this," Freed said, and Laxus looked down at it. The paper was a job notice, requesting the arrival of mages in a village many miles away. A simple enough problem, but what had attracted Freed was the estimated time it would take to complete.

"Says it'll take three weeks," Laxus voiced, clearly having noticed the same thing.

"Exactly. It won't take us that long; a few days at the most," Freed explained. "But that'll give us two and a half weeks where we can claim we're working, when we're actually taking a break from…" He looked towards the guildhall. "Entertaining. "

Laxus grinned, tipped Freed's chin up slightly and brought their lips together. The kiss they shared was desperate and showed just how much Laxus had needed this break. Freed felt a little guilty that he hadn't noticed this need sooner. Until Fairy Tail opened its doors again, he would have to make an effort to make Laxus as comfortable in Blue Pegasus as possible.

After all, what use was it knowing all of Laxus' quirks if he couldn't use them to make his husband happy.

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FTLGBTales Event: When We Take Different Paths

Week 1: Femslash/WLW

Prompt: Day 7 - Stubborn

Type of work: Fanart

Plot summary: Lucy is sick, doesn't want to admit it and hates that awful-tasting cough medicine. Cana just wants to play nurse to her lovely girlfriend, and soon finds out exactly how lovely a sick Lucy is.

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Day 1 of "I take pride in what I am" hosted by @ft-wwtdp

Prompt: Girls like Girls like Boys do, nothing new."

Pairing: Sorano x Ultear

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HeadCanon

Chelias hands hand always been kind of shaky after she lost her magic, especially when she tried using it again. Wendy knew Chelia was embarrassed by tbis so whenever Wendy noticed her hands shaking she would hold Chelias hands for the rest of the day, hold her hands to prevent others from noticing as well.

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Every Hum and Echo and Crash Paints My Cave - Ch. 1

Relationship: Fairy Tail Guild & Gray Fullbuster, Gray Fullbuster & Juvia Lockser, Gray Fullbuster & Team Natsu, Gray Fullbuster & Lucy Heartfilia Characters: Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser, Mirajane Strauss, Lucy Heartfilia, Erza Scarlet, Natsu Dragneel, Jet (Fairy Tail), Droy (Fairy Tail), Gajeel Redfox, Elfman Strauss Other: Asexuality, Aromantic, Toxic Behaviour, Discussion of Toxic Behaviour, TW: Panic Attacks Link to AO3: Here For: @ft-wwtdp​

THIS IS NOT GRUVIA

“Gray-samaaa!”

A barely smothered flinch was the only second Gray had before too familiar arms wrapped themselves around him. His skin crawled as he fought to speak around the discomfort.

“Juvia…” He acknowledged, not comprehending how she could have so much energy at 8 in the morning.

“Gray-sama! Did you wake up early just to see Juvia?” Her wide eyes bore into his, like they were trying to uncover all the secrets he kept far, far down, trying to force him into a spotlight where he had no place.

“No.” Gray replied shortly, finally managing to push her away from him. Side-stepping her, he sped over to the bar, drawing in a breath of relief when she kept a respectable distance from him.

“Then what is Gray-sama doing at the guild so early?” Juvia muttered, and Gray could practically hear the cogs turn in her head, and when a gasp fled out of her, all he could do was sit back and watch as their exchange played out like clockwork. “Could it be Gray-sama is here to go on a date with Love Rival?! Gray-samaaa! How could you?”

Already, all he wanted to do was to escape the walls of the guild, and frankly, even Mira’s coffee was starting to sound less appealing than avoiding this topic all together.

“No.” Was all he could say, shooting Mira a grateful look when she slid his drink over. “Thanks, see you later.”

“Good luck on your mission.” The barmaid smiled warmly.

But it wouldn’t be that easy, would it? Of course not! That would be the universe giving him a break from this craziness!

“Oi, Ice Boy! Why can’t you just give her a chance?” Droy called out, the words barely coherent around his grilled cheese.

“Yeah, it would make the guild a lot quieter, besides, then she’d stop harassing you!” Would she though?

His shoulders rose higher as he stalked out of the hall without so much as a glance, the cup shaking in his tightening grip.

It wasn’t that easy!

“Morning, Gray!” Lucy smiled, waving from her place next to Erza, the redhead mumbling excitedly about how she was finally getting through to ‘one of them’. Gray didn’t have the heart to tell her that this was less about being on time and more about not being stifled. Still, he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, as he used the guise of her rambling to calm down whilst they waited for their tardy teammates to finally show up.

By the time Natsu finally showed up, Gray was feeling calm enough to actually tease him. Erza’s punishment whilst Happy squeaked and tried to hide behind Lucy was amusing and as they stepped onto the train, Gray felt himself unwind.

At the same time… it broke his heart to realise that Magnolia was starting to feel more and more like a prison.

The train journey was punctuated by a normalcy that he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of, as the mission briefing was started, interrupted only by Natsu’s lovely croaks, and concluded. They lapsed into silence when Natsu finally fell unconscious, with Lucy falling asleep shortly after and Erza and Happy entertaining themselves with their preferred meals.

At some point in the journey, the train banked a little too hard and Gray graciously swooped in to stop Lucy from being rudely awoken by the floor. She slumped over in her sleep and her head came to rest on his shoulder. The blond smiled at whatever dreams she was having and Gray returned the smile, fondly, as he contently resigned himself to being a pillow for her. This was where he felt most at home, surrounded by his smiling team (save for Natsu), where he didn’t have to meet any expectations and he could just be Gray.

From the first time they had all travelled and worked together, Gray had known that this was why he had been born. To be with his team. To travel and see the world. To just exist alongside his family.

If only it could last…

“Gray-sama! Juvia is so glad you made it back safely!” Juvia squealed in delight, reaching out to hug him again. Disinterest ran through him as he side-stepped the assault and let his gaze drop to the floor. Why did he have to be here to give the mission statement?

“Thanks.” He muttered with as little sincerity as he could muster. It felt like every time he spoke to her, he was stepping onto a minefield, never knowing what could set her off into the mindset that ‘she was getting closer to winning over her darling Gray-sama’ or into tears when he shot down her attempts again and again.

“Oh, please! Ice Block barely did anything, I was awesome!” Natsu jeered.

“You don’t get to say anything! We would’ve had our full reward if you hadn’t gone and set fire to that rose bush! At least Gray didn’t lose us our pay!” Lucy snapped grumpily, glaring over at him.

And that was that, Gray supposed, grimacing as he watched Juvia straighten up to her full height.

“Love Rival only says that because she’s jealous! Well, Juvia always believed in Gray, so-”

He couldn’t do this anymore. Spinning on his heel, he moved to walk out, praying to any God that would have mercy on him to let him get away.

“And where are you going?” Erza called across the hall.

“Home.” He replied, not looking back, tension radiating across his body.

“Is Gray-sama tired? Juvia can come and walk him home and cook him some dinner, and-”

“No, Juvia, just… no.” He ground out, but of course it wasn’t that fucking easy.

“Oi! Don’t just dismiss Juvia like that!” Gajeel barked, his voice echoing around the room, and suddenly all eyes were on him and now there was no hope of escape.

“Don’t yell at Gray-sama, Gajeel-san! Juvia is sure he’s just tired from the mission!” Juvia tried to defend and God, couldn’t she just shut UP?

The hall fell into a hush of gasps and softly spoken curses, and it took a moment to realise that he had said that aloud. Turning back around, his heart clenched at the broken way Juvia was retreating, looking at him, so utterly betrayed.

“You’re being more callous than usual, be a man and face her!” Elfman called.

“I have-”

“Ignoring her and making her feel like shit isn’t facing her.” Jet growled.

“I-”

“Why should we have expected any less from him? All he ever cares about is himself! Heartless bastard!” Gajeel snarled, he was up and moving, as if to threaten Gray and force him into accepting. As the enraged eyes bore into his skull, he felt the tension suddenly give way and there was nothing he could do but watch as his mouth finally opened, as the words finally came out, and tremors broke out across his body as he felt his home potentially being ripped away. Again.

“WHY?”

Gajeel stopped short as blazing cobalt eyes matched his anger, beat for beat.

“Was last time not good enough?” Gray yelled, hands curling into fist whilst frost crept out around him, keeping everyone back. “I have faced her, I told her ‘no’ at the fucking Grand Magic Games! I told her no, but she didn’t listen. None of you did!”

“So why should I face her if my ‘no’ doesn’t mean shit? And why shouldn’t she have taken my ‘no’? It doesn’t mean anything! As far as anyone here is concerned, what she wants is a perfectly good reason to ignore what I want. I’ve been telling her no from the get-go,” He whirled around to look Juvia in the eyes. “I’m not interested.”

“But that doesn’t matter. Of course not! Because it’s perfectly reasonable to say that her happiness can come at the cost of mine. And why shouldn’t she think that? None of you have ever told her no, either. None of you have told her that making a shrine of me in her apartment is creepy as hell, that stalking me and guilt tripping me and harassing any one I so much as look at is unacceptable. Erza, Cana, Elfman, Gajeel, Jet, Droy, you’ve all told me to give her an answer, and I have but because it isn’t ‘yes’ it doesn’t hold any weight.”

Everyone was frozen. Everyone was watching him, horrified and surprised, some even look betrayed, and each and every one of them cut through him until it felt like he was bleeding. Here it was. He had known it would only be a matter of time before he screwed up with this family, too. He was the end of his time as a Fairy Tail mage but Gray couldn’t make himself look away, like some sick need to watch his own self-destruction from beginning to end.

“So tell me…” His voice shook and cracked, but it was the only evidence of his inner turmoil. He still stood strong, fists clenched, eyes blazing, muscles taut. “What else can I do to get it through to you all that I’m not interested in relationships, full stop, nevermind her?”

He could feel the tears.

They were coming and there was nothing he could do to stop them.

All he could do was postpone them as he waited for their answer.

“Gray-” Lucy started. He swallowed thickly at the way her eyes were watering, but still, he held up a finger.

“Stop.” He whispered, almost pleading. “I don’t want an apology until you know what you’re apologising for.”

She fell silent, her hands twitching and Gray knew she wanted to give him a hug. He didn’t allow it.

An apology was on his lips, as the little boy inside him wanted to steal all the words back out of the air before he lost yet another family, and he could feel the trembling growing more and more violent. Why was he still stood there?!

“Goodnight.” He whispered, turning to walk out for real this time.

“Gray, wait-”

“No, Erza,” He sighed, deflating a little. “I’ll be back tomorrow, you can decide what you want from me then.”

Stepping into the night felt like swallowing knives, and God, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t believe he just spilled out his heart to the guild. He couldn’t believe that he had really gone and told them. He couldn’t believe that they really thought he was just being a dick this whole time.

He couldn’t breathe.

And he didn’t know where he was going.

He didn’t stop walking until he couldn’t see the glow of Magnolia on the horizon, anymore.

He collapsed in a cave near the base of Mt. Hakobe and he let the tears fall.

[sassyhazelowl]

Fairy Tail Pride 2020

Prompt: "I don't think I can be your friend" Pairing: ace!Gajeel x demi!Levy Requested by: @tbehartoo @ft-wwtdp

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"I don't think I can be your friend."

"Gajeel!" Levy shrieked, making him flinch at the unexpected reaction. "Don't you think there's a better time to talk about this?"

Bafflement crossed his face for a long moment before he registered her complaint, hefting her up onto the path, flailing and kicking and hyperventilating from the edge as easily as a kitten. Huffing and puffing, she fell to her knees on solid ground - away from the edge of the incline - before whipping her hand up to point at something behind him.

The dragon slayer's keen ears had been tracking the goon, and he dispatched the attacker with a causal fist.

"That's all ya have ta say 'bout it?" he lamented, taking out two more low skilled wizards without looking. The knocking of their heads sounded painful, but that's what they got for ambushing them in the middle of a very important conversation.

Levy huffed in exasperation before pointing him towards the last two enemies. Before he even got a chance to do anything about it, she flattened them with some script, a little too violently. Even Panther Lily winced a bit at the crunch and groans before giving a signal he was going to scout to make sure the coast was clear.

More likely he was trying to avoid second-hand embarrassment.

Coward.

"Gajeel, you make no sense," she complained as he reached to finish helping her up out of the dirt. While she busied herself brushing off the dirt that caked her hands and knees, Gajeel's eyes wandered around as he sought to explain, tongue tied all of a sudden. "Why can't we just be friends again? We've been good friends for awhile now, and not just friends, but co-workers and partners."

Cheeks burning, he checked to make sure they were away from the unfortunate bandits they'd left in the road behind them. Seeing they were in no state to eavesdrop let alone laugh at him, he tried again.

"Well, er, ya know, uh, well, ya know."

"No, I don't know! Spit it out, Gajeel!" she snapped, staring at him like the tiny intimidating beast she was, and his stomach did flip-flops in a funny way. "Now what are you grinning at? Do you think this is funny? Annoying me after I nearly fall to my death? You need to stop pretending to be Natsu!"

That wiped the silly grin off his face. He was not like that dumb flamebrain moron at all. Besides, he'd let something happen to his little shrimp over his head body; she was never in any danger.

"Idon'twanttosleepwithyou."

"Wh-what?"

"But, ah, I don't wanna be friends. Just friends," the dragon slayer amended swiftly before she could pounce on his poor choice of words.

Brow furrowed, she waited for more.

"I wanna be with ya like a man... but not like..." he blew his cheeks out, flushing dark red. "Ya know. 'Cuz, ya know..."

Something clicked and she snapped her fingers, "Oh, you want to date. You're asking me out! Well, trying to anyway. Gajeel, can't you just say that outright instead of scaring me half to death?"

"Yeah, but..."

She finished, "...you don't want to sleep with me."

He didn't reply. After all, Levy had been the one who had worked it out with him that he was asexual, after a few - what he thought were normal and causal!- conversations. Although, no conversation, he'd learned, was safe from Levy's prying mind and big nose. He still wasn't entirely sure she had the right of it, but she was the smart one in their duo, and he trusted her smarts and judgement. If she said he sounded ace, he wasn't going to reject it without thinking about it a bit.

Unfortunately, thinking had just dumped him where he was now. He absolutely adored Levy, absolutely, and he'd get her the moon if he could. But, to his limited knowledge, which mostly came from the questionable source of Juvia, dating involved physical intimacy as a requirement.

It was confusing as hell.

Levy had already confided she was demisexual, which made things way more confusing, because what if she didn't like him? What if she didn't want to have sex with him? What if there was zero attraction because he wasn't good enough? What if she was about to tell him that with so much regret and sorry and he definitely couldn't stand that...

"Gajeel, I'm not going to go out with someone who can't even ask me properly," she tsked seriously before giving him a mischievous smile, and he tried not to turn into goo. Soft, he was so disgustingly soft.

"Levy, will ya go out with me?"

She swatted his arm before leaning in, "Of course."

"And..."

"We'll figure it out. You don't have to sleep with someone to date them, and you don't have to date someone to sleep with them. And since you're thinking it, I think..." she flushed pink, "you're sexy. But don't let that go to your head!"

"Gihihi..."

"Gajeel, I'm serious."

His grin spread to the size of his ego in response.

[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.”

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