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pyropsychiccollector · 3 months

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Natsu Harem: Fairy GET! 7/14

I haven't forgotten about this series. (人◕ω◕) We're hitting the midway point.

Brandish Mu. (人◕ω◕) Yes, we've got another enemy to reform here~...

When did they meet?

Brandish... is pretty straightforward, honestly. She's probably the last of the harem to arrive. So not a lot of history is being changed so much... Just maybe some events in Alvarez arc. (人◕ω◕)

They met on Caracole Island, when Team Natsu went to rescue Makarov, who went to Alikitasia to negotiate. (人◕ω◕) Nothing really changes in these opening parts. Why would things be different? They're a part of rival continents. And Zeref is gearing up for war. ... Not that Brandish knows that yet. She just wanted her gelatos, and the stand ended up getting destroyed. Brandish's whole day is ruined. (人◕ω◕)

She shrinks Marin to square things with the Fairy Tail wizards, who are incited about Marin attacking them... And then she shrinks the whole island and gives them the warning to not go to Alvarez, if they know what's good for them. Brandish might be lazy, but she's loyal to her home. (人◕ω◕)

Events are quick to spiral after that. They manage to save Makarov and get back home.... But Alvarez catches up pretty quick and begins invading.

When did they get closer?

It's a bit of a typical "prisoner becomes smitten by the enemy" scenario. ... Although. Well. (人◕ω◕) Brandish is still loyal to her homeland. Even after hearing about the truth of her mum's death. Even after growing close to Natsu and Lucy... Brandish refuses to fight Alvarez, but she'll at least talk to August. Try to.

Here's where I'll shake things up a bit. Cuz... Let's be honest. Mest should have never been allowed to tag along with Natsu, Happy, Lucy, and Brandish. (人◕ω◕)*** Yes, Mest. Let's use Brandish as a Trojan Horse and try killing the most powerful member of Zeref's army... I'm sure that won't come with consequences. Especially after he just said he would try hearing them out because of Brandish.

... None of that paranoia in my house, no sir. (人◕ω◕)*** Makarov was competent and kept Mest away from those negotiations, seeing how worked up Mest was. Yes, it did risk Natsu and Lucy... But Natsu has proven himself time and again, and Makarov has seen people turn themselves around for the better - Gajeel, Laxus, Sabertooth... So the Guildmaster sees no harm in giving Brandish a chance.

This gives August an opportunity to speak with not just Brandish, but Natsu as well. Now, don't get the wrong idea - much like Brandish, August holds too much loyalty to Zeref and Alvarez. He's not about to turn about-face and go against Zeref's orders. He's still rather disapproving of Brandish being hesitant in this war. ... However, August can tell the kind of person that Natsu is. Even Lucy. Yes, they're adamant of fighting until the last man, but they refuse to kill their enemies.

And it gets August thinking about who Natsu is to him... Though strange, Natsu is technically his Uncle. As well as August's father's greatest weapon, and preferred method of suicide... But with the mindset Natsu has right now, he's not about to go and fulfill Zeref's longstanding wish. August also has doubts that Natsu has the strength or wherewithal to end Acnologia... Still, he can see Natsu's spirit firsthand. Even when August oozes with killing intent to see if Natsu would back down, turn and flee... Natsu doesn't.

August finds himself in this peculiar position of wanting to keep their rather odd family together. ... Even if that wish runs counter to his father's desires. If they could find a way to deal with Acnologia, to end his father's suffering without killing him... If August could finally meet his mother... If he could keep Brandish happy for a little longer... For these reasons, August is willing to keep Fairy Tail alive long enough to "negotiate" with His Majesty... Although he highly doubts Zeref will listen in his current state. Nevertheless, his talks with Natsu, Lucy, and Brandish seem to have gone well enough, and Brandish herself has higher hopes with August's improved mood.

... Unfortunately, Universe One is still cast. The Spriggan 12 are still transported closer to Magnolia, while Fairy Tail is scattered.

Still, August does put his foot down more, as the General of the 12 stands by his decision to keep Fairy Tail alive long enough to negotiate with His Majesty. Irene believes it to be a waste of time, attempting to kill Mirajane anyway... August stops her (Brandish "heals" Mira by shrinking her wounds) and nearly gets into a clash with Irene right then and there. ... But he doesn't, forcing Irene to take them to the Guildhall instead, where the 12 reunite with Zeref. Technically the 9 of them, since Serena, Bloodman, and Wahl still died.

It goes about as August dreaded. Zeref still wants the Fairy Heart, and he is in no mood to negotiate. Irene, Invel, Dimaria, Neinhart, Jacob, Ajeel, and Larcade still wish to fight. There's not much August and Brandish can do but support them, though August assures Brandish he will do his utmost to spare Fairy Tail as much as possible...

Fairy Tail still comes to save their First Master. Natsu still beats up Neinhart, and while Brandish is annoyed at the conflict with her comrades... She gets it. If Grandpa August is going to spare Fairy Tail, then she will too. She won't bother with a ruse to get Lucy to take her out. This brings Brandish into conflict with Dimaria who's been spying on them, and they wind up taking Dimaria down together without Brandish nearly dying. (人◕ω◕)

... Natsu still ends up falling comatose again, because the Seeds are vying for control within him. Brandish tries to help him, but shrinking that "tumor" didn't seem to help, and Porlyusica confirms that for her. Due to how events shifted, Brandish is a bit more... attached to Natsu, especially after he made sure to keep Dimaria and Neinhart alive. She won't let Lucy have the all-important duty of keeping Natsu warm~... Screw the fact she barely knows the guy. If all she has to do is lay with him and keep him warm... Brandish can do that. Brandish can do the hell out of that. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Lucy's put out that she's not allowed to do that herself, but after Brandish threatens to shrink her down to Mari's size... Well, Lucy stopped kicking up a fuss. (人◕ω◕)

When does friendship turn to something more?

Brandish's... love... for Natsu is pretty fast-moving, surprisingly. Chalk it up to the war they're in, and the fact they technically slept together. (人◕ω◕) It wasn't just that, mind. Natsu proved the kind of valiant, honorable man he was. Grandpa August approved of him, and he's a close friend of Lucy's, who Brandish winds up wanting to start fresh with. On top of all that, Natsu has Sir Blue Fluffy. No, Brandish is not going to stop calling him that. (人◕ω◕)

... Although... (人◕ω◕);;; Brandish gets a bit moody with Lucy being close with Natsu. In any capacity. That goes for a ton of the girls in the harem. Brandish might be late to the party, but she's veeery greedy. Part of that has to do with her high rank in Alvarez, used to having things handed to her on a silver platter. If she wants Natsu, she gets him. And if Natsu wants to go out on jobs and adventures...? ... (人◕ω◕);;; Well, Brandish considers expediting the journeys and stopping by gelato stands along the way. You think she won't go along just because it's too troublesome? Shows what you know. Brandish might not like exerting effort, but that active nature is a part of Natsu, and she wouldn't change... much... about him.

... Alright, fine, maybe she'd make him a little more laidback. But honest, Brandi-chan just wants to take vacations. Very long vacations. ......... (人◕ω◕) Yes, there's much time spent in bed with hubby. Don't you judge her. (人◕ω◕)

For Natsu's part... He appreciates Brandish trying to save him several times in the war. And though she won't necessarily betray her homeland, Natsu gets it... He's glad she's loyal, even if that puts them technically at odds. Natsu understands loyalty to one's family, and August might be an intimidating guy but he's not unreasonable like some of the other Spriggans.

After Irene got taken down (not killed), August tried approaching Zeref along with Natsu and Brandish... It didn't go very well because the Curse had pretty much eroded Zeref's mind by this point. But at least August got to meet his mother, and they sort of got closure as a family when Zeref and Mavis passed on... Brandish pleaded with August to help rewrite Natsu's book so that he wouldn't die... And he did so. Because Natsu was family.

Alvarez wasn't in much shape to help defeat Acnologia, but they lent their magical power for the Fairy Sphere spell.

All of that said: there wasn't much that could keep Brandish from defecting to Ishgar (specifically to Fairy Tail). August did try putting his foot down, considering Alvarez lost so many in this war... But he couldn't say no to Brandish, not when it meant he could visit his remaining family more often. Natsu was a bit baffled why Brandish wanted to join FT after everything, but he wasn't about to object. (人◕ω◕) He's a bit too used to affectionate women at this point~... She and Happy get along, and her shrinking and expansion magic is just too fun to play around with. Guild brawls are very exciting with Brandish around. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

Juvia and Kagura are shifty-eyed with an "enemy" that's allowed to join up just like that (they're not the only ones)... But, well. Brandish is hardly the only reformed villain around here. The bigger problem is Natsu just allowing Brandish to date him without fuss. Just like that. Her Command T magic is so potent... And did they mention Brandish is too greedy? A real glutton for Natsu. (人◕ω◕) Alas, Natsu clearly loves Brandish deeply... Just like he loves all of them. It's not fair to cut out Brandish when they all have a chance with him... Even if they really want to veto Brandish joining the club. (人◕ω◕)

Kagura is especially grumpy... But that might have to do more with Brandish so casually playing around with Happy. ... Who Kagura also really loves. (人◕ω◕) At least Cana knows Brandish's weakness~... Just get her into a sneezing fit, and Brandish can be subdued. Yes, this is doable. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

Natsu is a lucky man to have such conniving, calculating girlfriends... eventual wives. (人◕ω◕)

#Fairy Tail #Brandish Mu #Natsu x Brandish #NaBra #Natsu harem

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shinobisage09 · 8 months

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|| I know it's not amazing or perfect, just, when I read the chapter and I saw just how gorgeous Brandi is, I couldn't help but want to color it! Been trying to use different coloring styles, but overall I'm at least happy with how this turned out. xD

#Fairy Tail #100 year quest #Coloring #my coloring #Brandish Myu || Brandish Mu #manga #manga cap #manga coloring #Brandish μ

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raccoonfallsharder · 14 days

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go to frickin' bed ✩࿐࿔ (the captain says to)

hey kiddo. snuggle up in your favorite blanket. drink some sleepytime tea. stop doomscrolling. let rocket put on his dad-glasses and read you a bedtime story. captain's orders.

in honor of it being finals season for many of you, i'm resharing the go to frickin' bed already drabble/minific from ✩࿐࿔ take what you need here, in full. ao3 version here.

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 737.

You almost don’t hear him at first.

“Hey.” Rock snaps his fingers at you. “You with me?”

“Mmm?” You pick your eyes up from your work, and you’re surprised by how much they weigh. “Sorry? What?”

Rocket’s standing next to the couch, staring at you. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just catching up on some stuff,” you tell him, grimacing down at the Terran laptop cradled on your thighs. You close your eyes in annoyance, and wonder if you can get away with just, like, not opening them again.

“You look like shit.”

“And you know how to turn on the sweet-talk,” you say mildly.

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

You frown and reach for your coffee mug - take a sip before you realize it’s room-temperature, and grimace. You set the caffeine back down. “I don’t know. Like…” You try to calculate when you went to bed, then adjust for the time you probably spent scrolling on your phone, and compare it to when your alarm went off this morning. “Like, maybe fourish hours? Could’ve been five, but I woke up in the middle and it was hard to turn my brain off.”

His carnelian eyes narrow, and his ears flick toward you. “Aren’t you Terran humies supposed to get, like, seventeen hours of sleep or something?”

You choke. “What? No. That’s, like, cats or something. What the hell?”

“Well, how many, then?”

“Like - eight. Ideally. But I think some people need more and some need less.”

He eyes you witheringly. “I can tell you right now, you ain’t one of the ones who needs less.”

An exhausted laugh stumbles up your ribs and over your lips. “You’re such an ass.”

His eyes are still narrowed, tracking you. He pulls a thin piece of tech out of his pocket, then looks at you. “When d’you gotta get up tomorrow?”

You pull up your calendar. “God. Uh. Probably in like – ten hours?”

He holds up a clawed finger. “I’ll be back in one. Then I’m taking you to bed.”

You clutch imaginary pearls. “Buy me dinner first, dude.”

“Ohhh,” he drawls. “I see. You got jokes.” He’s still brandishing that single, sharp-clawed finger, extending his arm till it’s an inch away from the tip of your nose. “One hour. Get your shit together and in a good place to stop by then.” He snags your coffee mug. “And no more of this frickin’ poison tonight.” He gives you that stupid wink of his and turns to swagger away before tossing over his shoulder, “Captain’s orders.”

“Geeezus,” you groan, but as soon as he’s rounded the corner, you start trying to figure out what you can do before it’s time to wrap up. When Rocket gets an idea in his head, it’s not like you can do anything to stop him.

Sure enough, he’s back – too soon. You’d lost track of time once again, which is probably why you never go to bed at a reasonable hour in the first place.

What’s surprising isn’t that he’s back, but that he has a mug in his hands. From here, you can smell something peppermint-sweet, and you know it’s the Usarkian bedtime tea that Mantis brings you whenever she passes by Knowhere.

“C’mon,” he says impatiently, and you sigh and close your laptop. He stops you before you can bundle everything up in your arms, soundlessly handing you the tea while he collects your belongings and gestures for you to follow him with a brisk nod of his head. You sip the tea carefully as you trail after him – but he waits while you drink it, while you brush your teeth and get changed. “In,” he orders.

You want to tell him, This is fuckin’ ridiculous – but it’s also kind of nice. Meekly, you slide into bed, and he fully tucks you in, pulling the blankets up to your chin. Your eyes must be huge, but you let him, and you might think you had already fallen asleep and that this is all a dream – except he’s scowling and grumbling I gotta take care of everything around here while he fusses with the blankets, and that’s how you know he hasn’t been bodysnatched or something.

“All right,” he says gruffly. “I’m turnin’ out the lights.”

That brandished claw is back.

“And put your frickin’ phone-thing away, or I’ll turn off the Terran internet. You know I will.”

remember: brains don't retain jackshit without sleep, nutrients, and moments of rest.

you got this. you're gonna win your finals.

check the ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlistfor more self-care reminders, including eat somethin, take a fuckin study break, and drink some goddamn water (yeah that still means you).

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 2 months

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The Real Winter Soldier.

Bucky's reputation proceeds as he heads out one night to relieve some stress - but perhaps people know him less than they think when he decides to eliminate an enduring problem, with climactic results. Prompts fulfilled: ‘Boys With Pretty Eyes’ – Bug’s First Bingo (@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends); ‘Bad Reputation’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents); ‘Bi-Wildered’ and ‘Stalker with a Crush’ – @multifandom-flash (Double) - Blackout! Find the Masterlist here!; ‘Anonymous Sex’ (Alternate) – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Do it Again’ and ‘Submissive Lover’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition). CW: Smut.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here. Boards at the bottom. This awesome divider is by @atlasscrumpit!

I’d heard of the place a few times over the years. It always sparked the same idea, but I’d pushed it away time and again, hoping that the situation would eventually rectify itself.

But it didn’t, and now I was here – standing outside a nondescript building, identifiable only by a small plaque by the black door, shining gold letting declaring ‘innominate’.

My hands shook as I stepped inside, clad in unremarkable, anonymous black, my hood up, the lower portion of my face obscured by a dark face mask, printed with the lower half of an ominous skull.

Anonymous I may be, but I still had a reputation to uphold.

The inside was surprisingly light and airy, and the blonde girl behind the pale wooden counter beamed broadly as I entered.

“Hi! Welcome to innominate. Is this your first visit with us?”

Her jovial, upbeat tone eased my nerves somewhat, and I nodded silently, nervous about how identifiable my voice may be. She clapped her hands excitedly, leaning forward in her seat. “Amazing! Would you like to hear about anonymity policies, or just dive right in?”

“I-” I broke off quickly, clearing my throat and dropping my voice another octave before continuing, “I have identifying… Marks. How certain are you that the… Individual won’t tell anyone I was here, if they recognize me?”

Her smile softened sympathetically, and she shook her head. “All of our staff sign intensive NDAs. We have been in business for eight years, and have never had a single breach in confidentiality, despite catering to some of the city’s most elite.”

I nodded slowly, distinctly impressed by their success rate, feeling somewhat reassured. “I’m pleased to hear that. So… How does this- How do I…?”

She grinned once more, sliding a tablet over the counter. “This shows who’s currently available, and will let you know a little about them. Take all the time you need; just let me know who you decide on, and I’ll show you through when you’re ready.”

Another nod, and I took a seat, pulling my hood a little further over my head as someone else entered.

“Oh! Welcome back, miss. The usual?” the receptionist chirruped, and the patron chuckled.

“Yes, please, Evangeline. I’m rather fond of Roxy.”

One of the images on my screen – a heavily pierced and tattooed individual, sporting black lipstick and sharp eyeliner – vanished immediately. The client turned and caught my eye as I glanced up curiously, the crinkle in her forehead giving away the smile beneath her blue face mask. “Ah… New meat?” I hesitated before nodding, and she winked broadly. “Don’t worry. It’s not as scary as you think. You’ll be fine.”

I grinned behind my own mask, inclining my head gratefully and earning a happy wave in response before she trotted off, her enthusiasm evident.

I was halfway through the catalogue, having come across several possibilities, but there was nothing – nobody – yet who particularly spoke to me, until a pair of gorgeous mahogany eyes bore into mine.

Oh…

My finger tapped the image automatically, opening the file to a flurry of pictures, my breath catching in my throat.

Oh.

The man was stretched out in a variety of poses and degrees of dress, brandishing a selection of whips and canes, handcuffs and ropes, his biceps tensed and the muscles of his back flexed beneath an expertly rendered tattoo of a ship.

The Lieutenant Age: 28 Height: 6’0” Body Type: Muscular Kinks: Shibari, marking, squirting, sub/dom dynamics, sadomasochism, anal. Preferred gender: Any and all! Specialises in: BDSM, inexperience.

The Lieutenant was previously a Navy man, so he knows his way around ropes and has endless patience. His confidence in his own skill is so high, he offers a money-back guarantee if climax is not achieved within sixty minutes*.

*Denial practices and similar render this guarantee null and void.

Oh. Well. He seems… Nice?

I reapproached the desk shyly, the tablet clenched between my fingers. The receptionist – Evangeline, apparently – looked up as I stood before her, fixing me with another encouraging smile. “You’ve made your decision?” With a small, sheepish nod, I offered the device back to her, the man’s face staring up between us incriminatingly. She grinned a little wider, her gaze finding mine knowingly. “A good choice. He’s highly rated. Did you bring any special instructions?”

“Special instructions?” I repeated uncertainly, my palms sweating.

She quickly shook her head, hands raised to soothe my nerves. “Some patrons like to provide specific instructions for their meeting. You could prepare some now, if you’d like?” I hesitated briefly before shaking my head, and she nodded once, making a note. “Well, if you visit us again, it may be worth bearing in mind – certain outfits, scenarios, equipment…” I swallowed anxiously, and she beamed. “No requirement, of course; it’s just something to consider. So – are you ready to go through?”

With an uncertain nod, I fell into place behind her as she lead the way down a hall behind the desk, my heart racing. She paused beside a blank door, a plaque similar to the one on the outside of the building secured to the wall, ‘The Lieutenant’ shimmering at me in that same ethereal gold. With a gentle knock, she opened the door slightly, ushering me forward with a thumbs up and a mouthed ‘have fun!’.

Most of the room appeared as if a standard bedroom – a four-poster bed with red silk sheets, a floor length mirror, a couple of wardrobes… And a number of unidentifiable, intimidating contraptions to one side, half-obscured by a hanging sheet.

But the focus of the space was undoubtedly the man lounging on the bed, one hand behind his head, dark eyes shifting to mine as I leant against the door.

“There’s a form for you to fill out on the desk… Bring it to me when you’re done, and we’ll make a start. It’s nothing serious,” he added with a grown when I hesitated, a hint of an accent sending a shiver down my spine. “Just preferences, hard limits, interests… Things like that.”

I knotted my fingers in front of myself nervously pulling at the tips of the glove on my left hand uncertainly. “I, uh…” I trailed off, and he chuckled.

“You won’t surprise me. I’ve seen it all.” I winced as he spoke, looking away, and he hesitated. “You’ve never… Explored?”

“I’ve never been with a man,” I replied shortly, my cheeks colouring, and heard him rise from the bed, crossing over to stand before me. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt exposed strong forearms, and I swallowed dryly as I shifted my gaze to his.

“You’ve never been with anyone.”

“I’ve been with people!” I retorted hotly, face flaming, falling silent when he raised an eyebrow pointedly. “I… I’ve done… Some things. Giving things. With som- with one person. …Once.”

“My, my… The great Bucky Barnes is a virgin, hm?”

My head snapped up in surprise, feeling myself pale. “How- Why would you think that I’m-”

“I’d recognise those eyes anywhere.”

With a dry swallow, I tugged down my mask, smirking with far more bravado than I felt. “What are you – some kind of stalker with a crush, or something?”

“Just a fan of attractive men with a bad reputation,” he quipped back, moving a little closer. “I’ve warmed myself on many a cold night thinking about those baby blues staring up at me while you’re on your knees – or down at me while I’m on mine.”

I gulped audibly as he rested a hand against the door beside my head, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my skin as he smiled. “You must have come here today with some idea of what you wanted, Winter Soldier. Why don’t you tell me the things that have you squirming and stroking that cock, and I’ll see what I can do to make them come true?”

A shy shrug, and my eyes flicked to his once more, tongue darting out to wet my dry lips nervously. “I… Y-You can do anything you like to me, Lieutenant. I just kind of want to get it over with.”

He sighed with a grin, thumb trailing gently over my jaw. “No, no, boy. I’m going to take my sweet time with you. You’ve given me a very high honour, and I intend to make the very most of it.” I blushed, and he smirked, grasping my chin between his fingers. “But… If you’d like to give me free range, I’ll make sure and certain to make your world implode.” I nodded quickly as he leant closer, my breath hitching in my chest as his mouth paused a half-inch from mine. “Say ‘yes, Sir.”

“Y-Yes, Sir…” I stammered at a whisper, and no sooner had the words left my lips than they were pressed firmly to his, my back meeting the wood hard as I whimpered quietly. His fingers knotted in my hair, free hand sliding up the edge of my shirt to grasp my hip as he pressed himself to me. The feeling of his cock digging into my abdomen made me tremble nervously, and he pulled back far enough to shoot me a grin.

“So you’ve never touched another man, hm?” he purred, mouth trailing over my throat as I gasped and shook my head. His hand found mine, guiding my fingers to the straining in his slacks and inhaling sharply at my tentative touch. I let my body react instinctively, free hand seeking his belt, eager to have his skin against my own, and he snorted. “So enthusiastic, huh? You go right ahead, snowflake. Put those hands to good use… And then we’ll see what that mouth can do.”

The sound that emanated from my chest was embarrassingly needy, earning a chuckle from the man pressing me to the door, my hand reaching into his underwear. He groaned roughly against my neck, hips twitching into my palm as I caressed him clumsily, before snorting softly. “Just relax, Snowflake. You’re overthinking it... Just do what you’d do to yourself.”

My hand stuttered on his length, and I bit my lip nervously as his lips skirted my collarbone, fingers slowly pressing higher up my stomach, trailing lightly over my ribs. “I-I, uh...”

His other hand worked to cup the front of my jeans, and he froze, leaning back with his eyebrows raised. “... Did I... Are you not... Enjoying yourself?”

My face heated, and I shook my head quickly. “No- I mean, I am, I- This is good, I just- I’m really enjoying myself, it’s just that-”

“Hey.” I met his eyes, and he smiled softly. “It’s okay. Take your time; I just want you to have a good experience, yeah?” I nodded slowly, shyly, and he cupped the back of my neck to pull me with him, kissing me deeply whilst moving toward the bed.

I let out a soft gasp as my back hit the sheets, his body half atop mine, squeezing his length gently and earning a quiet whine for my effort. His fingers slipped into my waistband, lips at my throat, and my eyes fixed on the canopy overhead as his hand shifted lower.

“... Oh. Oh. I see...”

I winced, muscles tensing as he froze, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I breathed, voice cracking, and his head shot up quickly.

“You- What? Why?” His hand was still in my pants as I shrugged, and he kissed me softly. “You have nothing to apologise for. This doesn’t change a damn thing. I just didn’t- I had no idea that you... I shouldn’t have assumed, though.”

With a weak chuckle, I shrugged again, hyperaware of his fingers resting gently on my freshly shaved crotch. “Nobody knows. Except... Well, you, now.”

“Do you want me to carry on?” he breathed, smiling when I nodded, his lips brushing mine once more. “Anything I shouldn’t... Say? Touch?” I shook my head, trembling lightly, and he purred, nuzzling into my jaw. “Relax, boy... I’m going to show you the stars.”

My muscles unclenched, and I nodded, eyes closing as his fingers crept lower.

Oh. Oh. Oh, wow...

My back arched as his fingertips brushed against my tender clit, a humiliating groan bursting from my lips, making him chuckle against me. “That’s it – god, so needy... Look how eager you are for me, snowflake...” His thumb skirted light circles over my clit as his fingers slid lower, trailing along my wetness, grunting with pleasure as my legs inched apart automatically. “Tell me to stop at any time,” he whispered. No sooner had I nodded than one fingertip pressed inside me gently, making my body clench automatically against the intrusion. His hand paused, lips caressing my throat to relax me, murmuring soft encouragement into my skin until he could continue.

“Oh...” I breathed as my body began to react to his gentle touches, any thoughts of pleasing him briefly pushed from my mind as I fisted the sheets in my ecstasy. “Oh... Oh, God...”

He chuckles quietly, shifting to kneel beside me, freeing his hand to jerk my jeans down with a grin. “My fantasy requires very little reworking...” His eyes found mine, earth and ocean locked together, and he smiled a little more softly. “I’m still going to want those eyes on me when I taste you.”

I gulped and nodded, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him as he slid my boxers down my legs, a low shiver working through my body anxiously. Rough palms on my thighs sent sparks of pleasure along my nerves, and a gasp was torn from my lips as he tugged my legs apart, exposing my wetness to him shamelessly. His gaze sparkled as he took me in, chewing on his lip eagerly for a moment before he dropped to his chest, burying his face against me with a groan.

I yelped in pleasure, back arching when his tongue trailed the length of me, one hand on each of my thighs pressing them further to offer myself to him without hesitation. He drew back just long enough to grin up at me, winking as he licked his lips. “Mmm... Every bit as delicious as I imagined.” My head fell back as he returned his tongue to my slit, finger working its way back inside me. My eyelids fluttered in pleasure, a soft whine sneaking between my teeth as he licked and sucked at me, but I couldn’t help stiffening when a second digit brushed my entrance. “Easy, sweet boy... Relax...” he murmured, peppering soft kisses over my clit until my body uncurled, permitting a second fingertip to slide inside me. I groaned at the pleasurable stretch, toes curling, one hand finding his hair to pin him closer. He let out a sound of surprised delight as he worked me ever more eagerly, digits striking an unfathomable spot inside me that make my breath stutter and electricity jolt through my veins.

“O-Oh- oh, fuck... God, that- that’s- God, don’t stop, please-” I stammered uselessly, rutting against his face desperately, body trembling. He guided me on for a moment more, sending me barrelling ever closer to my quickly-approaching climax – and leaving me shaking and whimpering when he drew back quickly. “Wh- No, please, please don’t- I need you to-”

He shifted up my body to kiss me deeply, the taste of me on his tongue making me blink in surprise.

Well... That’s... Unexpectedly hot...

“Breathe, boy... I only get one opportunity to give you your first orgasm at the hand of another. And I’ll be damned if I’m not having you screaming on my cock.”

I gulped and nodded, my hands moving to push his shirt from his shoulders, pulling eagerly at the buttons. “Yes. Yes, Sir. Please.” With a soft groan, he pushed down his slacks, kicking himself free from his layers until he lay naked over me.

“Shirt off. I want every damn inch of you.”

With a frantic nod, I dragged the material over my head, wincing minutely at the ragged scar at my shoulder where flesh melted into metal, and the parallel lines across my chest. At this, he paused for a moment, taking the time to trail soft kisses from one side of my chest to the other, and then along the rough skin at the amputation site. “Winter Soldier... You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, moving to kiss me gently as I blushed. His chest met mine, one hand tangling in my hair, his cock pressing against my thigh lightly while I shivered nervously. Reaching out, he snagged a condom off the bedside table, but I shook my head, catching his wrist gently.

“Do you have to?” I murmured, swallowing. “I-I... I don’t mind if you do. But I’d like to know what it- the most... Real experience.”

He frowned minutely, dropping the foil and meeting my eyes seriously. “I’m clean. I always use a rubber at work. But what about-”

“Not a risk,” I interrupted quickly, shaking my head. “None of it... Works.”

With a gulp, he nodded, and I quivered as he maneuvered himself until his tip brushed against me lightly. His mouth find mine to swallow my gentle whimper as he pressed forward – but he drew back quickly to let out a low groan, forehead meeting mine. “F-Fuck, Snowflake – the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had...” My nails dug into his back with mild discomfort and intense delight, his words notably and unexpectedly arousing, legs lifting to wrap tightly around his waist.

“All for you, Lieutenant,” I gasped, burying my face in his throat. “Y-you’re the first person ever... The only one- Fuck, so big...”

With a quiet growl, he bottomed out inside me, pausing to pant against my hair, resting for just a moment. “Are y- fuck, that’s so good, so wet, so tight, clenched around me like a goddamn vice... A-are you okay?” I nodded quickly against him, feeling unusually but deliciously complete, his free hand finding my waist to ground himself before he drew back slowly.

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m- Holy shit, that’s- I can’t- You-” My useless whimpering dissolved into whines and mewls as he shifted, working every inch of his thick cock inside me, stretching me out with admirable patience.

“That’s it, soldier. You’re doing so well – look at that wet pussy taking me so prettily... You feel so good, sweet boy...” His fingers shook minutely as he caressed my jaw, kissing me deeply as his thrusts slowly increased in speed, leaving me gasping for breath as my body began to jerk under his strength.

“I- L-Lieutenant, I- I can’t- I’m-”

He growled as his hips met mine harder, the grip on my waist releasing to free his fingers to tease my clit encouragingly. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. Squeeze that perfect cunt around my cock and come for me like the eager little slut for me.” His thrusts became more erratic as I worked myself against him frantically, whimpering when he began to slam into me with a renewed passion. “Scream for me, soldier. Show me how much you love it.”

My nails clawed desperately at his back as the room filled with the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin, sharp gasps of pleasure and my quickly increasing moans until my back arched, body unravelling under his rough thrusts and gentle touch. “F- I’m- I- Lieutenant, yes, just like that, just there, I-!”

He buried himself inside me as my entire body jerked and spasmed, muscles clenching around him as I cried out. His lips by my ear parted in a deafening groan, and I whimpered at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside me, his firm thrusts slowing gradually as he pressed a soft, trembling kiss to my sweat-damp hair.

I lay in his bare arms, still panting lightly, his fingers caressing the metal of my arm tenderly as we came down together.

“So? Good enough for your first time?” he asked softly, and I laughed, head meeting his chest.

“I can’t imagine it gets much better,” I breathed, shivering happily. “That was... Earth-shattering.”

With a quiet snort, he squeezed me gently, stretching himself out beneath me. “Well... You’ve still got a couple of hours left yet. Anything particular you’d like to do with your time?”

His gaze met mine, and I smirked, tensing gently around his length still resting inside me, making his pupils flare with lust. “Do it again.”

Eyebrow arching, he waited for me to nod affirmatively before pinning me down, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

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"look, i know you don't really give a shit about the game, but you watch it every time, so, you have to have an opinion on it, right?" leonard turns toward samuel, holding onto his opposite upper arm as if embracing himself, with a neat bourbon brandished carelessly in his other hand, his expression and tone as-ever unreadable. he moves to settle beside the being he's made a contract with as if they're dear, mortal friends, relaxing his posture and looking seriously into his eyes. "do you think the razor blade flooring with the barbed wire fencing is too mu— should i pick one or the other? i mean — be honest, is it corny? is it too saw?"

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Yoshitsune – the first Jedi?

“Benkei was silent, but he resolved to kill him. As Yoshitsune jumpe toward the ground, he lunged forward, brandishing his sword; but Yoshitsune leaped blithely back onto the wall while he was still three feet in the air: When people heard about King Mu of China, who ascended to heaven from the summit of an eight-foot wall after reading Liu-T’ao, they always used to say, ‘That’s the kind of miracle that could only have happened in antiquity,’ but even in our generate times the same book taught Kurō Yoshitsune to jump back from mid-air to the top of a nine-foot wall. That night Benkei went home frustrated.“

From: How Benkei stole swords in the capital

#gikeiki #minamoto no yoshitsune

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Whumptober 2022

Day 2: Caged

Tw: mention of torture, mention of abuse of a minor, blood.

As Jacal was led through the halls, he felt something- dread, perhaps- threaten to overwhelm him. His heart began to race, his paws tingling with anxiety- or maybe the ropes that bound him were just too tight- but he forced his outward appearance to remain passive and unimpressed. He had been trained to be resistant to most forms of torture, if not all. This Scourge character, whoever he may be, will not get a word from him, he'd rather die than give up his secrets. He tried to lash his tail, but winced as he was suddenly reminded of the fact that they had bound that as well. The most he could do was twitch the tip angrily.

The guards in front of him stopped and turned to face him, brandishing their energy spears toward him to prevent escape. He sighed and stopped, waiting for someone to do something. A door faded into existence, the whine of a cloaking device earning barely more than a twitch of one of his ears as the door slid aside to reveal another room. This was much different than his dreary, dark prison cell- complete with dripping water and stereotypical iron bars! It would take days of grooming to get his fur feeling clean and dry again.

This room was brightly light and he squinted to glimpse inside. A small jolt on his back prompted him forward into the room and he was able to get a better look as his eyes adjusted. It was a decently sized room, lined with shiny white tiles from top to bottom, floors and ceiling included. A suspiciously shiny drain was located in the center, reflecting the lights that shone brightly from the corners of the room.

He let out a scoff at the iron chains that hung from the ceiling toward the back of the room. “Yer really goin’ ta try th’ whole torture thin’ ain't ya?” He sneered. “There's nothin’ ya can do ta’ ge’ me ta’ talk.”

The sudden jolt to his side made him yelp and his knees gave out. It was the most energy they had got him with and his vision wavered for a moment or two, long enough that he was in the chains, feet barely brushing the ground as he shook the dizziness from his head. He swung lightly from the movement, but pressed his paw pads against the tile to stop himself.

“Told ya I wouldn’ talk.” He pulled back his lips in a snarl that showed off the sharp teeth that lined his mouth.

“But you will.”

He turned his head to see a man enter the room. The man was tall and broad, muscles rippling under his skin as he crossed his arms.

Jacal swallowed hard, the anxiety returning for a moment before he pushed it aside with another sneer. “An’ I assume you mus’ be Scourge.” He dragged his eyes slowly up and down the other man's body, forcing himself to seem unfazed. “I'm no’ impressed. I've seen baby Gerclins scarier th’n ya.”

Scourge narrowed his eyes, arms dropping to his side's to curl into fists. He turned to the guard closest to the door. “Bring the girl,” he ordered.

“Yes, my lordship,” the guard answered, thumping a fist against his chest in what Jacal had come to assume was a salute. He signaled to another guard and they left, returning with a figure that caused the blood in his veins to turn to ice.

It was a human girl, hardly more than ten or eleven cycles old. Her eyes leaked and the mewls from her mouth sounded pleading as she struggled against her captors, switching between crude Basang and what might have been Human. Admittedly, he hadn't paid much attention to his lessons as a kit, but he had picked up enough to know she was begging for her life.

The guards threw her into a chair he hadn't noticed before, an old-fashioned wooden one with dark stains that made him feel a little sick. Her paws- hands, according to most humans- were held down and forced into restraints and locked into place, along with her feet. A strap came across her chest, firmly holding her in place.

Her face turned toward him, he could see the fear in her eyes and felt his hearts twist. His kit would've been her age just about now, had she survived. She mewled at him urgently, switching to Basang.

“Please, help!” she begged, still leaking from her eyes. “No hurt! Help! Please!”

He turned away. He had a mission, he couldn't jeopardize it or else millions would die. Humans were resilient, he told himself. She would heal from whatever they did to her.

He was suddenly aware of Scourge watching him and he forced his face into an unfazed expression. “Is a pathe’ic human ki’ th’ best ya c'n do?” He sneered, his voice steadier than he felt.

“Oh, I haven't even started,” the homicidal tyrant chuckled, showing his own set of teeth in a grin. From his belt he pulled a crude knife, with nasty serrated edges that made him drop his facade for just a moment.

The human girl gasped and her mewls became more desperate, his ears twitching at the intensity of her sobs. Scourge only grinned wider and thumped toward her, her yelping growing higher and higher the more desperate they got.

Scourge stepped closer and pressed the knife to her face, forcing her to hold her head at an unnatural angle to avoid being cut. “Many would pay a lot of units for a pelt like yours,” he growled. “Why shouldn't I just skin you here and now and let them fight over who gets it?” The human just let out a half strangled squeak, breathing to hard to speak. He pressed the knife harder into her face, just below the eye. A single drop of blood beaded and dripped down her face.

“Wai’!”

Scourge pulled back the knife, turning to face Jacal.”Finally ready to spill secrets?” He asked.

Jacal twitched the tip of his tail in irritation, ears pressed back in nervousness. “If-If I tell ya wha’ ya wanna know, will ya le’ her return home?” He asked.

“I suppose,” the brute answered. “That seems a fair deal.”

“Swear it,” Jacal insisted. “Swear tha’ you'll le’ her return home.”

Scourge paused, turning to look at the girl for a long moment, then sighed. “I swear upon the Great Goddess of the Seven Kingdoms, I will allow the girl to return to where she rightfully belongs.”

Jacal twitched his ears at the oath. It was the highest oath one could swear. Breaking a Great Oath was akin to receiving a death curse. Very few actually used it, most afraid of accidentally breaking it and receiving the curse.

“Alrigh’,” he said at last, lowering his head in disappointment at himself for caving. Oh, what would his superiors back at the base think of him now. “Wha’ would ya like ta know?”

“Tell me who is in charge of the Outlook,” Scourge demanded.

Jacal hesitated. Oh, Goddess, why that? He sighed and closed his eyes. “A Hothian named Gretor Hallax,” he answered, making sure to pronounce each syllable right despite his accent. “Th’ one ta replace him after his death is a Julcin named Harra Loo. There is no one ta replace her. Their deaths would mean th’ end of th’ Outlook and th’ rebellion.”

He raised his head to glare at the tyrant. “Ya have yer information, now le’ her go back ta Earth,” he demanded.

The brute chuckled. “I only said I would allow her to return to where she rightfully belongs. She does not rightfully belong on Earth.”

He heard rattling of restraints and looked over, eyes widening as the girl rose from the chair to face him. Her eyes were no longer leaking and her face was as cold at the brute's. “My rightful place is right here, leading the empire,” she said in perfect Basang, arms crossed behind her.

“You were tricky, resistant against many of our torture methods,” she continued, pacing the room to stop in front of him, “but I knew there was only a matter of time to find some way to break you. Then one of our informants alerted us that you had lost a child and I knew we could use that to our advantage.” She grinned, eyes glittering with a dangerous light. “And now we have what we need to finally stop heathens like you from destroying what I built.”

“What do you want us to do with the prisoners?” the brute asked.

The girl studied Jacal for a long time, then smiled and turned toward the door. “Kill them all, she ordered. “Bring them each here and save him for last.” She started out of the room, the guards following. “I have an empire to run and a rebellion to destroy.”

“Yes, Scourge,” the brute said, saluting. It was then that Jacal pieced it all together and his eyes went wide. He cried out, pulling at his restraints, but it was too late. She was already gone.

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vannahfanfics · 2 years

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For the At the Beach event, I’m gonna do something a little different and request Brandish x Dimaria as a couple taking a vacation at the beach, which is the real reason why Brandish was around Lucy and the others during the 2nd volume of 100 Years Quest.

Oooh, Brandish and Dimaria! I was wondering when you'd ask me to write them, considering the affinity you have for them. :)

Bliss

Brandish stretched out on her towel with a quiet sigh, laying her head on her arms and closing her eyes. The sun spilled down from the azure sky, warming her bikini-clad body with its serene rays. The gentle melody of the ocean waves crashed in her ears, and the salt spray dancing on the breeze kissed her skin. Bliss. It was utter bliss.

“Brandish! Stop being so lazy and come play with me!”

Brandish lifted her head just in time to feel gritty sand splash all over her face. She opened her eyes, eyelashes fluttering to dislodge the little grains from them. Her lips turned down into a firm frown, quite contrasting to the mischievous grin painting Dimaria’s face as she stood over the girl lounging on the towel.

“We came to the beach to have a relaxing vacation,” Brandish sniffed. She rolled onto her side, using her hand to gently wipe the sand from her face without getting it in her eyes. That wouldn’t be very pleasant and relaxing at all.

“Brandiiiiish!” Dimaria whined loudly. She poked her lips out in a childish pout. “You laid on the beach all day yesterday! I’m bored! I wanna play in the water!”

Brandish heaved a sigh. However, she couldn’t necessarily blame Dimaria for her neediness. They had only just started their relationship, after all, and were very much in that honeymoon period of affections. However, Dimaria was much clingier than Brandish was, for better or for worse. They had traveled together for a beach getaway, needing some good stress relief after the disastrous battle with Fairy Tail. Honestly, Brandish just wanted to be boneless and tan on the beach all day. However, when she looked at her girlfriend’s cute pouting face again, she couldn’t help the flutter of affection that her heart gave.

“Oh, all right,” she consented. Dimaria squealed, clapping her hands and jumping up and down as Brandish languidly rose from her towel. “I was getting a little hot, anyway.” When she presented her hand for Dimaria to take, the other woman did so gladly, intertwining their fingers.

Brandish and Dimaria had never seen eye-to-eye, but in the aftermath of their lives changing as they knew it, they had found common ground. The bittersweet feelings of their friendship before had grown into something new, and now here they were, holding hands as they walked upon a beautiful beach. Brandish found a sweet smile spreading across her face.

“What is it?” Dimaria asked in the middle of leaning down to pick up her shell--a scallop shell.

“Nothing,” Brandish hummed. She leaned down to press a lingering kiss to Dimaria’s cheek, and she delighted in the heat that rose to the skin and warmed the flesh of her lips. “I am just so happy to be here with you,” she murmured against her skin.

Bliss. It was utter bliss.

Enjoy this drabble? Feel free to find more on my Table of Contents!

#brandish x dimaria #dimaria x brandish #brandish mu #brandish fairy tail #brandish ft #dimaria yesta #dimaria ft #dimaria fairy tail #fairy tail

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The Rewrite of Fairy Tail: Part 31 (Brandish)

How good a villain is Brandish?

Let's see. Juvia, Irene, Acnologia, Ultear, Zeref, Jellal, Laxus, and Gajeel. The last few characters I've focused on in this series have been villains. Most of them have become good, but all have been antagonists at one point in the series. This hasn't been on purpose. I've had reasons to talk about these characters now. However, it's cool that I've been talking about villains since the main cast. It's helpful to recognize what the main character wants when talking about the people that are opposing them.

Brandish is an interesting example of this. Is she the best version of a villain turned ally in Fairy Tail? Maybe in the last two arcs of the series, but that's about it. (And that's not saying much.) Still, it's worth talking about the kind of villain Brandish is. It also helps with discussing a particular slight against Lucy and how she's written.

So what do we know about Brandish? She was a citizen of the Alvarez Empire. Her mother used to work for Layla and previously owned Aquarius. She grew up with Aquarius and almost definitely knows about Lucy's existence, though she never met her until later. The hope of their mothers was that they'd meet up and become friends.

If only things were that simple.

Grammi ended up dying after hearing that wish. Brandish (for pretty understandable reasons) blamed Layla for her death and would transfer that hatred toward Lucy. If that weren't enough, they would already be enemies considering their alliances. Lucy's a committed member of Fairy Tail, and Brandish was a part of Zeref's Spriggan Twelve. They were nearly destined to be rivals.

Honestly, Brandish isn't much of a threat to most of the characters in the series. I don't say this to diminish her skill and power. It's not as if shrinking and expanding an island isn't a big deal. However, Brandish isn't responsible for nearly as much destruction as her partners in the Spriggan Twelve. The worst thing she does is stab August, but that's under Mest's control and is ultimately a net-neutral action. (They were trying to negotiate peace and this made things break down.)

Think of some of Brandish's exploits in the Alvarez Empire. Her plan to take out Lucy after getting through their defenses? She gets knocked out by Cana and almost gets choked out in a Fairy Tail cell. Her big fight against Lucy after causing Natsu's "magic cancer" to grow? A fake fight that ends with her getting slashed by DiMaria, who saw right through it.

In fact, Brandish could easily be argued as a poor antagonist for Fairy Tail (the guild). She serves as more of a boon to them. She "heals" Natsu when he's thought to be sick. (She does undo this, but likely would "redo" it if she was able to fool DiMaria.) She's willing to negotiate peace in the battle. Her existence helps Natsu and Lucy beat Jacob. She takes DiMaria out of the equation near the end of the arc.

The sequel hasn't even done much to make her seem impressive. Her plan to make Gajeel grow to beat Aldoron didn't have the positive effect they wanted it to. It made some good story material for the Gajevy twins. But Natsu was the one to carry the victory.

If this sounds like I'm not a fan of Brandish...

Well, she's not my favorite character in any stretch. I think DiMaria was a better antagonist for the guild, and specifically Wendy, given her arc.

Still, I am willing to defend her as a villain because she's meant to serve as an antagonist for Lucy.

At this point in the series, Lucy is interested in preserving the relationships she has with her guildmates and spirits. She's lost Aquarius but has just been reunited with the rest of the guild. The people she cares about matter deeply to her.

Though, that can't be all there is to it. After all, MOST villains in Fairy Tail represent threats to the guild and its interests. Why is it such a big deal that someone new is added to that mix?

At least two things.

First, their connection. As I mentioned at the start, Brandish and Lucy's fates were tied together through their mothers. This isn't the first time past connections have played into the hero/villain dynamics of the series and it wouldn't be the last. (This is the same arc as Irene vs Erza.) The storyline is obvious: two characters who could have been great friends meet as rivals. Considering this is Fairy Tail, we expect them to be cool by the end of the arc.

Though, things don't exactly play out that way. Sure, they aren't outright enemies, like they were at the start of the arc. However, they aren't best friends. This is less like post-fight Jellal and Erza, where they come to like each other more over time. This is more like post-fight Lyon and Gray. They don't hate each other, and they'll work together. But it's not as if we're going to see much more than that anytime soon.

Part of that plays into the second thing: the search for Aquarius. If Lucy gets her way, she'll use the wish from Elefseria to get her key. (I have my doubts about how this will happen, but that's beside the point.) It would be rather disappointing for Lucy to go through these past few arcs and not Aquarius. And I don't mean that she still has to look for Aquarius (that's how Lucy in this rewrite will be). I mean that someone else has her key already.

It turns out that Brandish might be the other owner. She's currently in her own search for Aquarius' key. In a sense, this means that Brandish still opposes Lucy. Yes, she is not fighting Lucy and has (kind of) helped Fairy Tail since "defecting" from the Spriggan Twelve. Still, she presents a threat to Lucy's interest to reunite with Aquarius.

The funny thing for me is that the current state of the situation is what matters to me. Hopefully, there will be a resolution to this in a canon somewhere down the line. However, I'm not bound to that end. In fact, my rewrite will have ended long before that happens in the chronology of the series. How Mashima is currently writing this is helpful to me in taking that on.

You'll notice that I haven't talked much about changing Brandish. There's not a whole lot that I can change about Brandish. I don't have space or reason to make her more of a presence in the series. For what it's worth, I don't find her to be so bad that she's worth cutting. Really early into thinking through how to rewrite Fairy Tail, I actually had the idea to cut a few members of the Spriggan Twelve. Brandish was never one I questioned cutting. (It's been a while, but I believe the original plan was to cut the Dragneels and Jacob while reworking Nienhart and God Serena for a Spriggan Seven.)

There is one small change I will make to Brandish. You might have the answer for what it is: imply the search as she leaves Lucy. You're not wrong. However, that is less a change and more using assets from the sequel. I've already talked about that as something I will do in some cases. (I'm hoping Mashima doesn't invalidate my lore posts.)

No, the real change is Brandish's ranking among the Spriggan Twelve. Brandish will be among the lowest-ranking members of the Spriggan Twelve. Why do this? We know that Irene and August are among the strongest mages on the continent. However, I want the pressure to be on for Fairy Tail. They see what she can do first-hand and have to think that there are others stronger than her.

#the rewrite of fairy tail #brandish mu #part 31 #so that was fun #fairy tail month: seven of these?#for the record #parts 19-23-24-25-26-27-28-29 #that's the order #mashima makes it hard to plan these things #i'll be good soon

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