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strangerquinns · 2 years

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Resurrection: Chapter One

Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

Something sinister has plagued Beacon Hills and the Pack must figure out the reason for the mysterious sacrifices around town - before one of their own becomes a victim.

warnings: dark themes containing -- blood, murder, violence, description of dead bodies + more

word count: 2.1k+

series themes: angst w/ spots of fluff (if you squint)

Resurrection Masterlist

Chapter One: Migraines

Beacon Hills Chronicles, Front Page Headliner: Unknown Female body found in Preserve, third body this week. No Leads. No suspects.

You stared down at the newspaper that sat on the worn-down dining room table in the Stilinski home. Your eyes moved along the paper reading the latest news on the latest victim found. But the more you read, the more you saw that it was the same story like the ones before this.

Female body found, markings carved into the body with unknown origin, blood drained along with head missing...along with the heart. That part seemed to send a shiver down your spine. It was bad enough to murder but it was even worse to mutilate the body.

As your eyes moved away from the newspaper, you couldn't help but notice the police files sitting at the other end of the table. From the dates written on the tabs you knew it was recent; 'And most likely this case' you thought to yourself. But before you could make a move to even catch a peek, the sound of heavy boot steps sounded closer and closer to the dining room.

When your eyes peaked up towards the archway of the room, you saw Noah Stilinski walk in with a tired smile on his face.

"Kid should be down soon," He spoke, walking around to grab the coffee mug he had left abandoned beside the police files. "Know how he can oversleep sometimes."

"The day that Stiles and I get to school on time, is the day that I'm going to start being worried about him." You joked. Noah couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh and nod his head.

"If you weren't around to keep a straight head on that one's shoulders, I think I'd be worried about him more."

Ever since you met Scott and Stiles in kindergarten it was like the three of you couldn't be separated. Instantly the three of you were best friends needing and wanting to do everything together. As the years passed and the three of you grew up, you couldn't imagine your life without either of them in it. They were the other part of your family. Well, Scott was at least, there was a point in your life that your love for Stiles shifted. Changed into something more. But the fear of ruining the relationship you had, made you keep your mouth shut.

"Don't worry, I'm always gonna have his back...along with Scott." You spoke, your eyes darting towards the police file that now sat in Noah's hand.

Noah's blue eyes moved to the folder in his hardback to your face. He let out a heavy sigh and you were able to see his body sag slightly with fatigue. "Don't worry too much about this, we're working hard on finding the culprit."

"I've never been worried about anything with you in charge," You spoke sincerely. "Just crazy to think something like this is happening again."

"I know. Seems this town just can't help but draw in the crazy." He spoke, gathering the rest of his things before checking his watch. "I've gotta go, don't hesitate with going and kicking his ass into gear a little more."

You chuckled softly as Noah walked out of the room and soon the sound of the door closing could be heard. It was only a few moments later that the frantic sounds of feet rushed towards you, Stiles nearly tripping into the room seconds later. He awkwardly straightened himself out and fixed the flannel that was half-hazard thrown on.

With a single look, he already knew what you were going to say.

"I know, I know..." Stiles sighed heavily, reaching for his backpack that sat on the floor near the table.

Just as he was to pass you, your hand reached out and gently caressed his face, causing him to look towards you. Stiles' honey eyes connected with yours but seeing the dark bags under them made your face cast in worry.

"You stay up all night again?" You asked gently.

He sagged slightly and reached up to grab your hand that was against his face. His hand enclasped with yours for a moment, rubbing his thumb across the back, before letting go. "I was trying to go over what we know about the sacrifices last night so I would have something for the Pack meeting tonight."

You cringed slightly, "Wish you'd stop calling them that."

"It's what they are. You heard what Deaton said, the markings carved into the bodies are those of a Coven from the 1700s."

"They are Dark Pagans." You corrected as you followed him out of the home and towards his beloved blue Jeep.

"Whatever they are," Stiles rolled his eyes, shaking his head as the two of you got inside. "I dug up as much as I could about them, trying to figure out what we could be missing. Or what could help us with stopping them." Stiles turned the Jeep on, before digging into his bag and placing a stack of files onto your lap. "Here check these out,"

When your eyes looked down at the papers in front of you, it didn't take long for you to see what you were holding.

"Did you seriously make copies of your father's files?" You spoke, not shocked at all that was exactly what he did.

"I told my Dad my theory and he agrees, there is something dark about what is going on. People are popping up dead nearly every single day."

"I know...I know.." You whispered, before opening the files and looking through them.

You groaned slightly as the image described in the newspaper you read was visually in front of you. When Stiles pulled up to the red light, he looked down to see what you were looking at. Your brows were pinched together as you brought the photo in your hand closer to your face, noticing something different.

"This mark here, that one is new. It's not on the others." You spoke, before looking towards Stiles for confirmation of what you saw.

But Stiles wasn't looking towards the photo, instead, his eyes were focused on your face. You couldn't ignore the feeling of the butterflies fluttering within your stomach. Or the feeling of heat moving through your body quickly.

"What?" You whispered

"You up all night rolling in dirt or something?" Stiles asked before reaching over and rubbing the dirt that was along the side of your neck. You moved from the touch for a moment, before looking towards his hand confused.

"I-I don't remember. Most likely from the search the other night," You shrugged "But did you hear me? There is a new mark that wasn't on the last one."

Stiles' eyes followed your finger pointing to the new mark that was carved into the outer thigh of the latest victim. Before the Pack had only gotten glimpses of the case files that the Sheriff had on the case but you'd nearly memorized the others. And this new mark stuck out like a sore thumb.

"We're gonna have to show that to Deaton, maybe he knows more?" Stiles spoke before driving down the road as the light turned green.

When you and Stiles arrived at school the day continued on like normal, the two of you parting towards your lockers to get ready for the first period. You waved towards Lydia as you passed her walking down the hall towards your first-period art class. But you tried to concentrate on your classes and move through the day normally, but the all-familiar pain started at the base of your neck before wrapping towards your temples. By lunchtime, the bright lights of the school burned your eyes and a ringing started in your ears.

Migraines were something that you'd suffered from since you were in middle school. They were triggered by stress, and lately, between the Pack and school - the stress was a second nature emotion currently.

"Thought I'd find you here," a voice sounded and caught your attention. Your eyes opened and flinched from the lights before closing them again. "Fuck, sorry."

"How'd you know I was here?" You asked with your voice tight and filled with pain.

"You always go to the library when you're in pain. I could nearly taste your pain straight across the school." Scott slowly moved to sit down beside you, moving your head to rest on his lap instead of your backpack. "Migraine?"

You whimpered and nodded as he gripped your arm, taking some of the pain away. Normally you'd be against it, but this time was worse than normal.

"And I left my pills at home, totally forgot them." A small moment of silence passed between you both. Scott let go of your hand and a sigh of relief passed through your lips. "Thank you."

"Of course." He replied quickly "Can skip the Pack meeting tonight if it's going to be too much. I don't wanna stress you out even more."

"No, no. I'll go." You slowly opened your eyes, staring up at him. With Scott taking some of the pain, the lights didn't hurt as much. "We need to figure out what these Dark Pagans want, and why they are targeting this town."

"Gotta take care of yourself too." Scott countered.

"You, Malia, Kira, and Liam are the muscles of the Pack. That leaves Stiles, Lydia, and I as the brain. I gotta play my part."

Deep down Scott knew there was no talking you out of anything, especially when your mind was made up. You'd been like that since the two of you were kids. But there was something that was making his chest tight with worry.

The hours passed and soon enough everyone gathered around in Stiles' room with his board sitting nearly in the middle of the room. Police files and crime scene photos of the last three bodies were pinned to the board, along with information passed on from Deaton about Dark Pagans and other parts of Stiles' research.

Even with your medication, the migraine wouldn't seem to wane.

"Y/N spotted the new mark that is on the latest sacrifice, when I send the image to Deaton he said it was a symbol for resurrection. It's an old ritual a witch would perform to bring a spirit back onto the mortal plane," Scott explained.

"Like back from the dead?" Malia asked "What kind of spirit?"

"Seeing as they are Dark Pagans, I'm not thinking it's anything good at all," Liam spoke with clear worry across his face. "Did he say anything about stopping it?"

"We can't stop anything till we figure out who the Wiccan is. Without that, the ritual will continue no matter what."

Everyone worked together, voices overlapping one another, but Scott's focus was on you. Standing near the back of the room with a slight unfocus in your eyes. He could still feel the pain coming off of you in waves, enough that he felt like his own head was pounding from the pressure. Slowly he watched as you began to sway slightly, before catching yourself on the back of Stiles' desk chair.

But Scott wasn't the only one to notice. Stiles looked up past Lydia's shoulder and saw you. Your face was scrunched in pain with your eyes closed tightly. For you, the room was spinning and you were unable to focus on anything at all.

You could hear Stiles call out your name but it was muddled and sounded like it was underwater.

Stiles tried to move quickly the moment you began to sway again, but neither he nor Scott was fast enough. Stiles watched with full panic as you dropped to the floor with a hard bang. Your body lying limp across his bedroom floor. Stiles rushed to your side and grabbed your face, feeling the fear and panic crawl up his chest and grip at tightly.

"Y/N!? Y/N?" Stiles called out, shaking you slightly, as he waited for your eyes to open.

"She's had a migraine all day," Scott spoke coming up beside his best friend. "I think her mind just gave out for a moment."

"Why didn't she say anything?" Stiles' wild eyes looked toward Scott.

"You know how she is. No matter what, she was coming." Scott bent down and gently grabbed you from the ground, carrying her towards Stiles' bed to lay her down.

But when Stiles caressed the back of your head, his hand pulled away, and all he saw was scarlet red.

thank you to @dobrienwrites for the idea and for brainstorming with me. I do plan on making this a mini-series, how many parts? not sure yet. But I have much planned that involves angsty witchy vibes!

#dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien x female reader #dylan obrien x you #dylan obrien x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x female reader #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfic #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fanfic

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 2 years

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It's Just a Movie - The Sequel: Part 8 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: more exposition, date w/boys, struggles of being a half, anxiety, overstimulation, some soft shit

Word Count: 1.8k

"So, Slumber Party Massacre Two or the Mutilator?" Paul asked, holding up the two options. You arched a brow, quickly noticing a theme between his choices. You plucked the first out of his hand as you asked,

"Do you just pick the ones with naked girls on the front?" Marko laughed besides you, taking the other one from his hand. Paul struggled to make an excuse for himself, before he just said,

"C'mon, it's good marketing." And you let out a laugh. Yeah, for getting idiots like him to see the movie, it sure was.

You and the blondes were picking out a movie for the night. After your bedroom fiasco, the five of you thought a night in would be best. Until you found out that the Emerson's didn't have a TV. You'd decided to divide and conquer, letting two of them feed while you and the other two got supplies for the night. Just two quick pit-stops, and then an evening at home. What could go wrong? Marko glanced at the back, before he scoffed.

"Y'know, man, if you wanna actually see something, get The Return of the Living Dead." And now it was your turn to scoff. Paul snapped his fingers at the blonde, taking both of his choices from your hands to presumably return them and find Markos' suggestion instead. You gawked at the vampire besides you.

"You're really encouraging this?" You asked him, and he shrugged. He leaned back against the glass, and clicked his jaw. As much as you wanted to be surprised, you really couldn't be. Paul was the worst of your boys, but not by much. And he wasn't the only one that knew how to sweet talk.

"If he's busy watching TV, that means I can steal you from him." Really, you tried not to let the boys flirting get to you, but, with the way he looked at you, you were melting into your shoes. You played it off by rolling your eyes, and looked away to try to control your smile.

"You're horrible." You told him, and you could practically feel the grin he was giving you. You felt him nudge against you, and you rolled your eyes after he said,

"You love it." Before you quickly gave in with a smile. You turned back to him, pressed a quick peck to the corner of his mouth, before you moved as if you were going to walk away.

"Maybe." You said coyly, rounding the circular glass case they had surrounding the cash register. "And who says Dwayne won't get to me first? Or David?" You teased, and the blonde let out a small sound akin to laugh, but he was ever quick with a reply.

"Who said I'd let them?" Marko said, cutting in front of you. He blocked your path, and you looked into his big, hazel-green eyes. They were always swirling with something. Mischief, anger, whatever. Now, they were swirling with the thrill of the chase. Of this little game you were playing. It made something inside you light up, a part of you that hadn't been there before. Maybe it was the new part of you that liked this, pushing back and forth to see who won, more than usual. The monster inside of you seemed to like playing with his. It's why you teased,

"Aw, big bad, Marko." You said, and reached to run your hands down the chest of his jacket. You jut your lip out, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you said, "I'm sure they'd be so scared." But, he didn't seem to care that you were making fun of him, because you'd stepped closer. You were practically pressed chest to chest, close enough to feel the new warmth to his skin. He reached to cup your hip, and his hand went to your chin. You smiled as he leaned in, meeting him in the middle for a quick press of your lips. But, that's all you gave him.

You could practically sense that the other blonde was coming back, the same way you could sense that the other two were somewhere feeding. The same way you'd sensed the pair with you when they'd gone to do the same while you, David, and Dwayne brought over their TV. It was strange, knowing they were out there in the dark. You wondered if that's how Michael knew when Star would be alone at the cave, that she'd be at the cave that one night. Despite your musings, you looked over at the exact moment Paul came back with his new choice.

"Ready?" You asked him, and he gave you a wide, excited grin and a nod. The three of you went to ring your order up, since you actually bothered to pay with Lucy owning the place. "No Maria?" You asked as Marko collected the coins. Paul gave you a shake of his head and said,

"Nah, haven't seen her." And you gave them a silent arch of your brow. The Emerson's had been nice enough to tell you the date, and it was, in fact, a Friday. If you remembered correctly, she always worked the weekends. You tested your new ability, trying your best to ask them a silent,

Did you guys eat her? And they both smiled and laughed. They each shook their heads, and Marko replied,

No, no. But you're getting good at that. Part of you thought maybe this was a new angle, a new way to try to secure you for the night, but you could see just the bit of sincerity in his eyes. You smiled and looked away, focusing your attention on Paul instead. He had run a hand through his hair and got his bracelet caught in it, and you helped him untangle it before it could get any worse. You smoothed out his hair, trying to put it back in place, while Paul watched your face with an almost calm level of fascination. Then, you watched a flash of a look cross his face. Paul shot a glance at Marko, and you arched a brow. You saw that Marko was casting the same glance to Paul, and you lifted both brows then. Silently, they both said,

Problem.

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What's wrong? You asked them over and over again. Paul had quickly taken your hand, and you could feel Marko's hand hovering on your lower back as you headed out of the store.

The people rushed around you, enveloping you in scents, sounds, lights. It was overwhelming. You could hear the sound of a girl's bracelets clanking together, hear someone clear their throat, a child laugh, people talking, and the beat of everyone's hearts. It was like you could hear everything and focus on nothing at the same time. The dull roar of the boardwalk had become a headache-inducing stream of sound. Even if it was night, you avoided looking at the bright lights above you. It didn't hurt your eyes like the sun did, but it made you squint. And the smell - Fries, popcorn, hotdogs, all the usual treats. You could smell everything. Even if the only thing that even smelled half-appetizing were the crowds the boys were dragging you through.

You could see that they were talking without you, practically feel it. It was like they were talking on the other side of a window, or like they were underwater. Or maybe it was just your stress that was keeping you from hearing them. It was hard to hear anything over your own paralyzing thoughts. Of all the scenarios running through your mind. Someone attacking them while they fed, someone attacking the house, attacking the cave- The list went on, and images flashed through your mind. You tried to focus, tried to listen as they guided you towards the bikes. After a moment, you finally calmed your mind enough to hear them.

-take her back to the Emerson's and then go help- But Marko's stream of thought was broken by Paul's. A sense of dread hit the pit of your stomach at those words. Someone was in trouble.

No time! They need us now- And Markos voice was sarcastic as ever as he said,

Well, what then, genius? Their conversation was making your nerves fry. If this was serious, if this really was this urgent - Well, you didn't need them arguing over what to do with you . Especially when you had an idea of your own. It's not like they weren't planning on benching you anyways.

"Just go." You said, pulling your hand out of Paul's. It made both of them stop, and they whipped around at the sound of your voice. You hadn't meant to say it aloud, but you couldn't even think to think to them right now. "I can stay here. I can go back to the video store or-" But a ringing,

It's dangerous. Went through your head. It was loud, as if it came from all four of them. It made you feel a bit better to know that the others were there, that they were tuning in. That they were okay enough to tune in.

"I'll be fine." You whispered, and you watched the look your boys shared. A hundred thoughts were probably crossing their minds at once, plus the ones from the others, but you didn't push to hear any of it. You waited for each of them to look at you. You waited for each set of their eyes, and for the look of slight defeat in both of them. Marko sighed, and Paul ran a hand through his hair. It wasn't like they had a much better idea.

"Stay on the boardwalk. We'll be right back." Paul was quick to say. He cupped your face, and you were surprised by the seriousness in his voice. The earnestness in his eyes. But, you looked into them for too long, and his face broke out into a smile. Quickly, he leaned in for a kiss. You kissed him back, holding him there for a moment as you pressed his lips against yours, before he let you go completely. Then, it was Markos turn. He came just as close, his tone just as grave as he said,

"You'll want to go somewhere quiet, but don't, okay? Stay where the people are until we get back." And you furrowed your brows at the request. You gave him a nod, even if confusion laced your mind, and Marko stole a kiss as well. He passed you the bag with the tape and you watched them both climb into their bikes, both of them casting you nervous glances. But, they didn't have time to second guess this choice.

Go. You thought. It was loud, louder than you thought it'd be. Maybe you were getting good at this. I'll be fine. And, the next words slipped into your mind so quickly that you didn't have time to filter them. I love you. But, you were relieved when you heard it returned in your mind. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say you heard four voices instead of two.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #the lost boys paul #marko the lost boys #the lost boys marko #david the lost boys #the lost boys david #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys x reader

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chaos-writes · 3 years

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: Ghost in the Flesh

Warning: 14+ Swearing. Gore. Word count: 1,688

No party was as good as the ones hosted by Stu Macher. An 18 year old Rich Bitch senior, whose parents decided they could trust him with the house while they went on vacation somewhere in the Bahamas. He was also a piece of eye candy, along with his buddy, the ‘Definition-of-Teen-Angst’ Billy Loomis. He's that one ride or die friend of the school. You see, these guys are popular. While they may not be the jock d-bags of the highschool superiority complex, they are known around here for being party animals. Stu is also the goofiest in the school, the class comedian, if you will.

Me? I’m just… there. Look, Stu is throwing a massive party tonight. I’m not gonna flirt or anything. I just wanna get some beer and bounce. No biggie. In’n’out.

Okay, I'm a little freaked out. I don't wanna bump into a dude named Randy Meeks, a guy who's built like a weasel and acts like one too. He's a horror movie fanatic who acts like school is an actual movie, well, a horror movie. I really have nothing against him, he's a good dude, but still. I'd rather not talk to him.

The whole school day I spent pondering about the party. I found myself daydreaming about Bill- err… watching the movie at the party. Casey and I couldn't stop talking about it. We’re best friends, so we do a lot together.

I rented out the Robin movie and skedaddle. Randy was screaming and I wanted none of that. I go home and put the movie on the counter. "Mom? Hey, I brought a movie home! I know you'll love it!"

School is over for the weekend and I head to the video store on my walk home. Randy is stocking shelves as usual. I look at the comedy section; ooh, my family will love this one! It's a Robin Williams movie! And there he is, Party Man himself. Stu Macher, picking on weasel dude. I see Billy, talking to a group of girls who swoon at his slightest movement (ewww).

It was getting closer to 8. I watched that movie with my parents and ate. I did my homework, cleaned my room, and showered. I set out for the 10-minute walk to Stu's house. Instead, I got a phone call. "Hey, it's Billy. Do you need a ride here?" Right, I gave him my number to help study.

"Well, the house is just a 10 minute walk away-"

"Why don't you just let me pick you up? Shorten that time."

"Uhm, ok then. You need my address?"

"N-... yea, I do."

A few minutes later, I see the car of one of the most popular guys at school pull up in front of my house. Gee, that was fast. "Hey, mom? I'm gonna hang out with my buddies tonight. I'll call you before I leave for home."

I'm in his car. I'm in his car. I'm in his car. Oh my god. Ok, he's cute. But I can't freak out like this. "You- ah, ok there?" He says. "O- oh, yea, I'm sorry, just zoned out." I stammer. His car smells like cologne and it's very clean. And he's right next to me. Billy Loomis. Sitting in his car. Next to a loser.

“Hey, you know Stu and I are close, right?” Billy said. “Of course I do! You guys are double trouble!” I giggled. He laughs. God, that laugh. It was so melodic, so… perfect. “Well, we’ve been thinking about getting closer with you. Y’know, we’re not very close. We wish that was different. You’re very kind, and you have such a great personality.” He admitted. I stare blankly for a second. Hey, did he take a back road? “I like that idea,” I said. He looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. “Yeah?”

I nodded and smiled. I can’t believe this! He smiles and giggles lightly to himself. A solid minute went by in silence before we pulled into his driveway. We got there early so we waited in the car a bit. “Hey, that ride took as long as the walk would've taken,” “well, i wanted to have enough time to talk to you,” He says.

“That’s okay, I like long car rides anyways.” I said.

I walked with Billy into Stu's front door. Wow, this place is, just, beautiful. Stu walks right past me, straight to Billy. They start quietly talking together, Billy tosses a glance at me and Stu looks and smiles at me, I had no choice but to smile back. I was a guest in his house after all; you're supposed to be polite to your hosts.

It made me nervous. Really nervous. I wasn't thinking at all. I walked into the kitchen to cool down, that was really weird. Stu walked over to me after the two were done talking. He was actually really nice to me and we had a really fun conversation about aliens and whether or not they’re real. He did impressions of what he thought they would look like. He's such a goofball.

He handed me a beer and sat me down on the couch, right next to him. Wow, he is tall sitting next to me. I took a swig and decided you know what? I can stay for more than a beer. It's all good. I’m not big into horror movies and Stu knew this, so he explained all the lore behind Halloween while we were watching it.

I think one of the boys said something to Randy, because he hasn't even looked at me, not once, the whole night. Not even during his little ramble about the "rules" about being in a horror movie, or whatever.

During the movie, Stu noticed that I was cold. He told me I could go upstairs to grab his sweater. So, I head upstairs very cautiously, looking for the sweater. He said his room, right?

I then feel swift footsteps behind me and an arm wrap around my throat. Shit! I'm in a blood choke! I couldn't get out. Everything just faded.

I woke up in Stu's bed, I must've been out for hours. I stumble and try to fight myself awake. I feel so weak. I stumble down the stairs and begin shaking at the sight.

The whole house was a bloodbath. Randy was tied up and soaked in blood, dead. Sydney was dead.

Casey, oh God, Casey, mutilated beyond recognition and hanging from a tree outside the house. I can’t breathe. I can’t imagine how scared she was. Did she call for help? Could I have saved her?

The only people left were me, Billy, and Stu. They were soaked in blood and covered in stab wounds.

The police were on their way. I tried my best to help Stu, he was practically mutilated. I put pressure on his wounds and moved on to Billy. He wasn't as bad but he was losing a lot of blood.

I don't know why the killer didn't finish me off after I was unconscious.

The wait at the hospital was long. There were police officers and social workers and doctors talking to me, asking weird questions, and it was all happening so fast and I was so scared. I couldn't think, my head felt like it was splitting open. Casey, what did they do to you? Oh God, I’m so sorry.

The boys were in emergency surgery. A nurse came into the waiting room. "Hey, the boys are out of surgery. You can go and visit them, although it would be a while before they wake up."

I get into the hospital room and there they are. A shared hospital room with 2 empty beds opposite of 2 occupied beds. They're both asleep, hooked up to oxygen, connected to wires and tubes of all sorts. It was almost as scary as seeing them drenched in blood back at that party. Well, massacre.

I drag a chair in between the beds, pull the dividing curtain back farther, and wait. I sit and think about the party, how Stu was so tall sitting next to me on his couch, how Billy just... offered me a ride. The ride itself. It seems a little insane but do they... have feelings for me?

After I moved to the woodsboro district, both boys broke up with their girlfriends within a week from each other. It kinda sucks because I liked Sidney and Tatum, and now they want nothing to do with me-

"Hmmm...?" Stu slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head. "I had no idea you'd be here." He said in a tired, raspy voice.

"Hi, Stu. I just wanted to check up on you boys. You guys were really badly hurt. I feel awful, I could've done more to help."

"Honey, it's okay. Besides, imagine how badass these scars are gonna look when they heal over!"

"You big goof!" I giggled. Billy stirred in his bed. He lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, and groaned. "Hey, how did it go ove-" he stopped mid sentence. Both he and Stu shared looks of horror between me and themselves.

Why are they acting so strange?

Oh no.

Oh God.

I felt my heart stop in my chest. They didn’t. They couldn’t have. Casey…

“You… you were the killers?” I said in a soft, shaky voice. Billy smoothed his voice, “Now what makes you think we were the killers?”

“The… the phone call, the conversation at the front door, the… oh God, Casey!” I broke into sobs. I couldn't help it. They killed my best friend!

“Hey, it’s not like that. We never meant to hurt you…” Stu pleaded.

Billy’s expression turned from amusement to horror as he watched tears slip down my cheeks. Both were silent as they leaned in from their beds and wrapped their arms around me. “How can we make it up to you, beautiful?” Billy asked.

Silence fell over what seemed like the whole world.

“Stay with me. That’s the least you can do.”

“Of course, sweetness.” Billy said.

#slashers #scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher #stuart macher #billy and stu #billy x reader x stu #fic #slash-writes

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eryiss · 3 years

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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hey everyone, welcome to the last chapter. Thank you so much for reading through this. I know it’s a crack ship and not everyone’s cup of tea, but I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you all enjoyed it :)

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Chapter Ten - Moving Forward

Two Weeks Later

"You feelin' okay?"

That was a loaded question, and one Freed wasn't yet ready to deal with. He and Gajeel were walking from the guildhall infirmary side by side, the first time that Freed had been outside since his demon had left him. It was mid morning and an entirely pleasant day, and Freed found himself angry at the sun beating down on them both. If it were raining or stormy then at least it would feel appropriate for his mood.

A cane. For the rest of his life, he would need a cane.

In terms of a mage's possible injuries, ending up with a cane wasn't much to complain about. People had been killed, mutilated and injured beyond recovery, so having to walk with a cane was hardly the worst that could happen. But every time he thought about it, Freed could only see a future limited by a piece of wood he would need to lean on.

The demon, it seemed, wasn't only eating away at his soul. It had slowly been sapping away at his energy both physical and magical, and the effect was more physical than Porlyiusca had thought. Porlyusica had said that, though she didn't know how long it would take, the demon would have eventually started to make Freed wither if it had been left to stay inside of him. The issue had been that, as the demon was being dragged from his soul, it's influence had exploded and affected Freed greatly, particularly in his lower right leg.

Porlyusica had said the influence had been like an ocean, slowly wearing away the coast. But as the demon was taken, it had turned into a tsunami.

He had been assured that the injury wasn't life threatening, and it was something that he could more-or-less get passed. Eventually, he would manage to bring the strength back to his leg, and when that happened the cane would only be a precaution for the occasional moments where the injury flared back up. Apparently he would be able to work as a mage again once the recovery began, though would have to change his fighting styles and work back up to the missions he had been taking.

Maybe he should be thankful that he would be able to continue working at all. He wasn't.

"Conflicted," Freed eventually said, walking beside Gajeel and determined to keep pace with him despite the unfamiliarity of the cane. "I'm glad you're here, though. Thank you."

"I wasn't gonna be anywhere else," Gajeel said firmly, and that was something of a consolation.

There was a lull in the conversation, and Freed knew what it was. Gajeel couldn't think of anything to say, because there was nothing that he could say to make the situation any better. No doubt, Gajeel knew that Freed wasn't fond of pity, and a lot of what a person might say in the situation might be seen as pitying, and so Gajeel was probably remaining quiet. Freed hoped this wasn't going to be a sign of things to come.

As if reading his thoughts, Gajeel suddenly perked up and looked at Freed with a mischievous smile. It was forced, but Freed didn't want to linger on that and so pushed it to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in a question.

"The stripper and the puppeteer are making Sparky and the flirt do their punishment this week," Gajeel said, and Freed laughed a little. "You wanna see them makin' asses out of themselves while being ordered around by two assholes."

"They actually went through with the butler idea?" Freed chuckled.

"Yeah. Even the thing about them being in their underwear and everything," Gajeel grinned, and maybe he was just happy to hear Freed amused. The last few weeks, he had been downcast at the best of times. "Even made sparky wear bunny ears. Though he was gonna fry all of us with how pissed off he looked. We were all laughin' pretty damn hard,"

"He takes bets seriously," Freed smiled. This topic, as stupid as it was, was a welcome distraction. "Are you sure you wish for me to see my ex in such a state of undress."

"Fuck yeah i do," Gajeel grinned. "You see him, then you see me and realise how much better you are now."

"So you intended to strip off too?" Freed probed. "I am being spoiled."

"Anythin' for my prince," Gajeel said.

Prince. Gajeel had been calling Freed that a lot over the last few weeks, and it always made him blush just a little. There was something so honest about the way he said it, as if Freed really were a man of importance to him as well as being someone to be revered. Freed wasn't the type of man to need complete adoration from a partener, but the fact Gajeel was so unquestioningly open about his reverence for him made Freed delighted. It was certainly better than city-boy, too.

And when he said he would do anything for Freed, it sounded like he meant it. Not just in the sense that he would do anything to make Freed's life easier now that this had happened. No, it felt like Gajeel was naturally happy to do things for Freed because he wanted to. Freed felt the same as Gajeel in that respect; he would do anything for him.

"I think maybe I'd like to go home for tonight," Freed eventually said, and Gajeel nodded.

"Thought you might," He said. "Don't worry about groceries or anything, I sorted 'em out. Spoke to yer team, so I've got everything you normally have, I think. Might make a cottage pie for dinner, Sparky said you like 'em. And I went to that bakery downtown and got you a banoffee pie for dessert."

And with a few statements, Gajeel had gotten Freed to cry.

The man who, less than a month ago, had been nothing more than a tedious acquaintance of Freed's was now somehow one of the most treasured people in his life. Because how could he not be? How could Freed not be entirely enamoured by a man like Gajeel? A man who had visited Freed every day in the infirmary, even sneaking in some nights despite rules saying he shouldn't. A man who, despite being known for his antisocial nature, had spoken to Freed's team to find out what he liked and what he did when the world was getting on top of him. A man who knew that something so trivial and comparatively not important as an empty fridge would be Freed's first thought after what had happened.

Gajeel noticed his sudden emotion and turned immediately. He looked at Freed with such open concern on his face, cupping Freed's cheeks with his large and calloused hands so carefully that Freed might swoon. Damn this brute of a man and his hidden fragility.

"It'll get better," Gajeel whispered. "I know it's shit now, and I ain't gonna tell ya how to feel 'cause that'd be shitty of me, but you'll get past it. Yer Freed fucking Justine, remember."

"I know," Freed chuckled, blinking a few times to cut off the tears. "Thank you."

"I ain't gonna let you do this alone, neither," Gajeel kept on. "Anythin' you need, anytime, I'm gonna do it for you. And you know you've got a whole guild full of people who'll do exactly the same. You'll get through it."

"I will," Freed whispered, and smiled at Gajeel. "You're too good to me."

"Like hell I am," Gajeel argued. "Now move yer ass. I wanna get in that damn bed of yours again. Mine feels shitty after havin' yours and yer runes would only let me in when I was bringing groceries."

Freed laughed at that. Gajeel certainly wasn't going to be treating him like glass. Good.

They walked down the streets of Magnolia side by side. For the most part it seemed normal, and on the few occasions where Freed's grasp on the cane wavered, or his leg buckled under him, Gajeel would help him back to being stable, held him while he walked for a few steps, and then acted like nothing had happened. Respectful, unpatronising, but there for him.

Gajeel was going to be there for him, and at that moment that was all Freed needed.

——

One Month Later

"Come on Prince," Gajeel yelled. "Nearly there, baby. Yer so close."

Gajeel was clapping as a form of motivation, standing on the side of the lake. He and Freed were in the forest that their relationship had begun in, having spent the night camping under the stars. The morning was a brisk and cold one, but Gajeel didn't care, as he watched his boyfriend keenly and with a ridiculous grin across his face.

Freed was so close. He was so close to getting there and Gajeel was so damn proud of him.

The couple had spoken at length about how Freed was going to move past his injury, and Freed had been adamant that he wanted to be as fit as he could and return to his missions as soon as he could. While Gajeel had been a little hesitant, he had worked with Freed on how they would accomplish that, and they had settled on building up his leg's muscle in small bursts. They would make goals for Freed to accomplish, and once he had accomplished one, he would move onto something more strenuous.

Swimming the entire length of the lake was the first goal. Although swimming didn't rely too heavily on his leg muscle, it kept it moving and put some on some burn. Multiple times a week they would get to the forest, and Freed would attempt it. So far, Gajeel had needed to dive in after and help him.

But this time, it looked different.

Freed was getting closer and closer to the shoreline and Gajeel could feel that this was the one. Finally Freed was going to get to the other end of the lake without any assistance. The water parted with each swift motion, and Gajeel was grinning from ear to ear as his boyfriend got closer.

"You can do this baby," He yelled again. "Yer fucking amazing. Yer so close."

Maybe Freed heard, because he seemed to speed up. As he approached the shoreline, Gajeel picked up his cane and rushed to where Freed was going to end up. He was going to do it! He was going to make it.

The moment Freed's hand hit the side of the lake, he removed his head from under the water. A look of shock turned to something close to joy, and Gajeel relished every second of it. To see the man he loved so happy, so proud of himself, was tremendous. Better still, Freed pushed himself out of the lake with no assistance, perhaps on an adrenaline high, and managed to stand up. It was wobbly, and he reached for his cane the moment it was within reach so he could prop himself up on it, but the fact he could do that after pushing his body so hard in swimming was incredible.

"Shit," Gajeel grinned. "You fucking-"

He was cut off when Freed grabbed Gajeel by the collar, pulled him down into a strong, passionate kiss. Gajeel stepped into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Freed's waist, not caring for how wet his clothes were going to be. He kissed back with as much passion as he could, because fuck - Freed had done it!

When they pulled apart, Freed had his left hand wrapped around Gajeel's neck. He looked practically giddy at his achievement. Fuck that was a handsome look on Freed, and Gajeel wanted to see it more. He pulled away, looked his man up and down and grinned.

Bastard shouldn't be able to kiss like that while dressed in a speedo.

Only Freed would be able to take the choice to give up sex until he was feeling reovered and turn it into a game where he'd try and turn Gajeel on every chance he got, just to piss him off. Motherfucking tease

"How d'you feel?" He asked, because Freed's health was more important than his arousal. "Nothing hurting too bad?"

"It burns, but like my arms do after lifting weights," Freed said, tentatively raising his right leg and moving it slightly. "But overall, I feel fantastic. Better than I have since everything began, I think."

"I'm glad," Gajeel grinned. "You wanna have some breakfast. Brought some pancake mix from the store if you wanna try it."

"Great," Freed grinned, and began to walk beside Gajeel to where they had set up camp. He looked up towards Gajeel with a spark in his eye that had been missing for some time. It was incredible to see it again. "I want to try and do it again tomorrow, to make sure that it wasn't a fluke. Would you mind sleeping here another night?"

"Of course not," Gajeel said immediately. Freed didn't need to ask.

"Once I'm sure that I can swim the length consistently, I think it makes sense to start working on exercises that focus on my leg, rather than using it as a secondary point of focus," Freed continued, seemingly unaware as Gajeel wrapped a towel around his bare shoulders. "I have a leg press at home which I could use, though perhaps that might be too much too soon. I suppose we can test it, can't we? You wouldn't mind being there, just in case something goes wrong."

"That's fine," Gajeel nodded, grinning at his boyfriend.

"Or perhaps some kind of ankle weights would be better," Freed continued, walking towards their camp as if walking on air. "They're not the most elegant solution, but they would certainly help build up muscle without too much strain. Perhaps you could make some for me, if you found the time of course. Maybe a continuous piece of iron that would snake around my calf, that way the weight would be distributed better around the leg."

"Makes sense," Gajeel said, chuckling. He was fairly sure he wasn't really a part of this conversation Freed was having with himself.

"I did want to start work on making the barn at the back of my property into a gym, but I've kept putting it off," Freed continued. "The space is rather a mess. Maybe the two of us could clean it out together. That would get me moving and help me be physical while using the cane," He then looked up to Gajeel and frowned. "Why are you smiling like that at me?"

"Yer cute when yer scheemin'," Gajeel grinned. "Glad I get to watch it."

Freed looked like he wanted to argue, so Gajeel leant over, pressed a kiss on the crown of his head, and smiled. Things were getting better.

——

Two Months Later

"Freed, no," Bickslow said firmly. "You can't do this to us."

"Why did you think this was a good idea?" Gray demanded, resting his head in his hands. "You've doomed us all."

"You're all so dramatic," Freed chuckled, leaning back in the chair and moving the wrapped box so it was out of sight again. "And I'm afraid that, when I'm choosing a gift for my boyfriend, I didn't prioritise the opinions of my friends."

"You should have," Evergreen huffed. "This is going to be awful."

The guild's New Years party had been going for hours now, and it had been a fun affair. People had drunk, made fools of themselves, and shared tender moments with their fellow guild members. While Freed hadn't engaged in much of the action, other than beating Max, Loke and Natsu in an arm wrestling contest, he had enjoyed a night of people watching and drinking with his friends and boyfriend.

As the night wore on, The Raijinshuu had flocked to a corner and sat at a table. Not only The Raijinshuu though, as Gajeel, Gray and Elfman were now mainstays of their table. It was odd, how quickly their small group had expanded and how easy these new friendships had been formed. Even Laxus, who had openly shown frustration at the fact he could have to go through the torture of becoming friendly with new people, had managed to find common ground with their new partners, even if he did pretend to be annoyed by their presence.

Or perhaps he was distracted. He and Loke could often be found glancing across at each other in subtle moments. Perhaps being forced to dress as sexy bunny-butlers had brought them together in a way fighting side by side just couldn't.

They were less subtle than Evergreen and Elfman, though. It was frustrating.

At that moment, Gajeel and Laxus had gone to the bar to collect the latest round. Freed had taken the opportunity to have a little fun with everyone else sitting at the table, and told them what his specific gift for Gajeel was. They had been less than pleased when they found out what it was, which only made Freed even more sure he had chosen the correct present.

"Hey," Gajeel said, placing a tray of drinks on the table and kissing Freed atop the head as he passed. "Why does everyone but you look pissy?"

"I told them that we couldn't open our gifts without you and Laxus being here," Freed lied smoothly, ignoring the roll of the eyes from Gray and Bickslow. "They were so enthusiastic to see what we've all got for each other, they didn't want to wait."

"Okay?" Gajeel frowned. "I don't believe ya, but if that's the story yer gonna go with, then I ain't gonna fight ya."

Freed chuckled. Gajeel really could see right through him.

Even though he didn't believe Freed's lie, the group did begin to open the presents they had gotten for each other. Elfman and Evergreen exchanged gifts first, doing so with the maturity of a woman who didn't know how to show off her affection, and the blush of a man who was delighted at even the smallest of compliments. Next, Bickslow and Gray, who had similar minds and had gotten each other gag gifts; Gray had been gifted ten coupons for a night with Bickslow, Bickslow had been gifted a pair of mens lingerie. Even Laxus had been given a gift from an 'anonymous' source, who had gotten him a small pendant shaped like a lion.

They really needed to be more subtle.

When it came to Freed and Gajeel, Gajeel offered his wrapped gift first. The box was long and thin, and Freed looked at it with curiosity as he began to unwrap it. When he looked at Gajeel, the dragon slayer was nervous.

"If you don't like it, that's okay?" Gajeel said, and Freed frowned. "It was kinda risky. So don't feel bad if you wanna change it back."

Not entirely sure what to expect, Freed opened the box. Inside of it was a new walking cane, one made of both wood and metal, a hell of a lot nicer than the one he'd gotten from Porlyusica. For a moment he wondered what Gajeel had been so nervous about, and what he meant by 'change it back', when he saw the handle. Rather than a simple handle, Gajeel had placed the hilt of Freed's sword on top of it.

The sword had been a constant burden for Freed over the past few months. He couldn't use it as his hand was occupied with the cane, so he had been forced to retire it. Looking at it was like a reflection of how much he had lost, and it had gotten so bad that he had put it in the attic and locked it away. Gajeel had apparently found it.

"I know the sword meant a lot to ya, but after what happened it made you feel shitty," Gajeel explained. "But I wanted it to make you feel good. Not something from yer past, but something from yer future."

"It's beautiful," Freed whispered, running his hand over the metal that had once been his hilt.

The sword had been the first thing he had brought with his own money, and the hilt had been the deciding factor over all the other weapons the armory had. For most of his life, it had been his most prized possession. Now, with the hilt attached to something that he could use, rather than something that taunted him with it's past importance, he could look at it with fondness and pride again.

"You sure?" Gajeel asked.

"Yes," Freed said earnestly. "It's perfect."

"You ain't seen everythin' yet," Gajeel was grinning now, and Freed removed it from it's box. "If y' push it into the ground and twist it anti-clockwise, you'll see what else I did."

Freed did as instructed, and heard a small click come from inside the cane. He lifted it up, and a thin blade was revealed to him. He looked at the shining metal with wonderment, and slowly brought the blade towards him. Another sword, more lightweight and agile than his previous blade had been, which worked better for his current state.

"I smelted down the old one and made it from the same metal, so it'll carry all the enchantments you put on it," Gajeel explained. "Thought you'd need one for when you started working again."

"It's perfect," Freed whispered, grinning at the blade. "Thank you so much, Gajeel."

"Happy new year, prince," Gajeel mumbled, pressing his lips against Freed's for a chaste kiss. "Yer gonna kick ass, I know it."

"I certainly intend to," Freed smiled, reaching for his gift to Gajeel. "While I admit it's not as thought out as yours was - I don't think anything could be - I do hope you enjoy what I got you."

Gajeel grinned and began to rip open the present, and everyone at the table who knew what he'd been gifted seemed downtrodden at the thought. Gajeel, however, looked into the large box with sparkling eyes and the biggest, most excited grin on his face. A moment later, he brandished his new electric guitar with anticipation rushing through him. Yes, Freed had definitely gotten him the right gift.

"Holy shit," Gajeel said with an excited laugh. "This is fucking kickass."

"I'm glad you like it," Freed smiled. "I should say, I expect a show."

Everyone groaned, but Gajeel ignored them. "Fuck yeah yer getting a show."

Before leaving, however, Gajeel leant down and pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss that was perhaps too deep for the situation. But with the constant PDA from Gray and Bickslow, the love/hate flirting from Elfman and Evergreen, and whatever the hell Loke and Laxus had between them, Freed felt he was allowed to kiss his boyfriend how he pleased.

"I should say," Freed murmured into Gajeel's ear as he pulled away. "I find musicians very sexy."

"Y' do, huh?" Gajeel grinned, voice a little husky.

"And if a musician were to dedicate a song to me, I could be persuaded to let him do anything at all to me," Freed continued, voice a sexy tease which he hopes would go right down Gajeel's spine. "Including, perhaps allowing him to bind me to my bed with the manicals that he thinks I don't know are hidden in the spare room," Gajeel's breath hitched. "I might let him keep me there all night, even. Though, I suppose, once I was bound, he'd be in complete control of me, so I'd have to do as instructed no matter what."

"Fuck yeah you would," Gajeel growled a little, and Freed smirked.

Once Freed had been recovered enough, the two men had restarted their sex life. Freed was happy both topping and bottoming, but Gajeel had shown himself to enjoy taking the top roll with sadistic glee. Freed had been happy to accommodate, and he'd been beaten and bruised by the man night after night.

"Something to consider before you start," Freed grinned, pulling away from Gajeel's ear to lean back in his seat.

Gajeel walked to the guildhall's stage with purpose, hefting his new guitar and plugging it into the amplifier. It seemed like everyone but Freed was unhappy with this turn of events, but neither man cared. This was for them, and they were going to enjoy themselves.

"I'm gonna dedicate this to my Prince, the hottest motherfucker in this guild," He looked towards Freed with an evil grin. "And this is a warnin' baby. You better be dancin' now, 'cause yer gonna be too fuckin sore to do it tomorrow."

Freed laughed, raised a glass to toast the sentiment, and sat back to watch his boyfriend perform.

——

Nine Months Later

Gajeel woke up with Freed wrapped up in his arms, and he still smiled at the sight of the sleeping man despite how much he'd seen it.

One year. He'd spent one year with Freed, and enjoyed every damn day of it.

Even if the start had been rocky, both with how they first felt anger towards each other as well as the difficulties Freed was facing with his leg, Gajeel wouldn't have changed a single day. Without their arguments on that first week, then Gajeel couldn't be sure that their passion would have turned into something more beautiful and more important than Gajeel would have ever predicted. And while he would give anything for Freed not to have had to face the demon and all the consequences of its possession, Gajeel was so proud of Freed for fighting through it all and was so glad he could be there to help him.

Now, Freed was a lot better. He was stronger on his feet and his cane was rarely needed, even if he always kept it with him. He could go on missions, both with Gajeel and with his team. While they weren't as action-filled as his previous missions, Freed was relearning his craft and creating a new fighting style that could accommodate his needs.

He was a fucking badass, and Gajeel loved him so much.

Life had changed for Gajeel too. Months prior, his contract in the shitty apartment had ended and Freed had invited him to move in with him. Now, every morning he got to wake up with Freed in their shared bed, in their shared home, in their shared lives.

Life was good.

With careful movements, he pressed his lips against Freed's to coax him awake. One thing that hadn't changed was Freed's adorable habit of sleeping in as late as he could, and normally Gajeel would be happy to accommodate. But today was their anniversary and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with his boyfriend. The afternoon and the evening were all planned by Freed, but Gajeel had a few ways of making the morning more fun.

"Wake up, baby," He murmured. "I got a surprise for ya."

Freed, as he always did when he was woken up before he wanted, blinked a few times and pushed his face into Gajeel's chest as if in protest to waking up. Gajeel chuckled, stroked his hand through Freed's hair, and gently pulled the man out from his chest. Freed was sleep worn and tired, but still smiled up at Gajeel.

"Morning," He greeted through a yawn.

"G' mornin'," Gajeel said with a grin. "Y' better not be tired all day. I've got plans for ya."

"Oh have you," Freed grinned lazily, hand resting on Gajeel. "Do tell."

"Not like that, y' horny fucker," Gajeel grinned. Of course, part of the day would be dedicated to screwing Freed senseless, but just not now. "Put on a robe or somethin', I'm gonna make ya breakfast."

Freed raised an eyebrow, but did as instructed and slowly removed himself from the bed. Once out from under the covers, Gajeel saw the man in his naked glory and smirked. Over the year, Freed had shown an interest in getting more piercings, and Gajeel had happily obliged. He had rings decorating his other ear, a stud on his nose, and a single barbell at the base of his cock. That was Gajeel's favourite. Day by day, he was turning his prince more punk.

In response, Gajeel had gotten himself some new tattoos in the shape of Freed's runes. They hadn't figured out how to implant actual runes, but the tattoos looked just the same. He now had the runic word for Dragon on his left arm, and he looked fucking kickass.

"When you said you were going to make breakfast, I hope you meant food," Freed teased gently. "Because at the moment, you look ready to eat me."

"Later, Prince," Gajeel promised, wrapping an arm around Freed.

They walked to the kitchen, and Freed sat at the table while Gajeel got to cooking. Freed mainly cooked for them both as he was better, but Gajeel was by no means bad when tasked with a meal. He also knew each and every one of Freed's guilty pleasure meals, and as such had decided to cook them both pancakes and bacon for their breakfast. They would need the energy for the rest of the day. No doubt Freed had something good planned, and then of course there was the double date dinner with Gray and Bickslow.

Apparently, according to Bickslow, they shared an anniversary, and as such had to celebrate together.

"Y' see that box on the table," Gajeel spoke over his shoulder. "Got you a present. Open it."

"I thought we agreed not to," Freed said, picking up the box.

"Yeah, I know. I had this already and thought it would be good for ya," Gajeel smiled to himself as he whisked the mixture. He heard paper ruffling behind him, and grinned when he heard Freed laugh. "Put it on. Every prince needs one, after all."

It was the wooden crown that he had carved when worrying about Freed in the forest. Once he had been sure Freed was okay, he had gone back to the forest and found where he'd left the carving. He had promised himself that, if he and Freed made it a year as a couple, he would give it to the man. By the amused expression on Freed's face, he had made the right choice.

Freed placed the crown on his head, rolling his eyes a little but smiling. Gajeel grinned and sauntered over to him. He pressed their lips together, grinning.

"Never thought I'd kiss a real prince," He teased. "Ain't I lucky."

"Not as lucky as me, I fear," Freed teased, running a hand up Gajeel's arms. When his fingers traced his runes, he stopped and smiled. "I never did tell you what this meant, did I? I suppose I was embarrassed. Would you like to know?"

"Yeah!" Gajeel exclaimed. He had always been curious.

"It means 'ownership'," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel's inner dragon leapt with joy. "It seems my magic has claimed you, Gajeel."

Gajeel grinned, wrapped Freed in his arms and kissed the hell out of him.

Yeah, life was pretty fucking good.

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