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miniscule-meow · 9 months

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Something Unexpected (23)

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Warnings: Brief mentions of non-con touch

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“No. Absolutely not,” she says as assertively as she can muster.

“Oh, come on—” He starts, going to explain it again or beg her. She cuts him off.

“Deckard. I’m not doing it,” she crosses her arms, “it’s humiliating,” she adds with a pout.

“Well do you want to get out of here or not, princess,” he hisses with a new level of desperation. It’s as if this is the first time that he’s considering she actually might refuse his plan.

His plan.

She had promised to hear him out about it, and especially after last night she felt like she owed it to him. She was having trouble sleeping. Every time she closed her eyes, she would just see massive human’s their faces leering around her, their laughter shaking her to her core as they manhandled her. They turned her this way and that. Their calloused fingers wandering across her body, exploring her, and ripping apart her clothes to make sure they could find all of her.

Deckard stayed up with her, telling her the plot of that play he was in back at the engagement party. Her engagement party. It was the only part of the evening that she was actually enjoying until His Majesty decided he had had enough of it and took her away. She pestered Deckard to tell her about it, and he eventually did. He spoke with her until she fell asleep. It was actually nice of him to do that. So sure, the least she could do is listen to his plan.

The plan is every bit as stupid as she thought it was going to be. The way he sees it is they’ll join a traveling group of performers with some sort of act. Something that involves her. This will eventually get them to Gyldredale, a kingdom that is rumored to have open arms to all sorts of beings, human, fairy or otherwise, and everyone can live happily ever after and frolic into the sunset. It’s stupid.

“I just don’t see how this is anything more than a scheme for you to make a quick bit of coin,” she says, scowling up at him.

“Well, hey,” an easy smirk spreads across his face, “that’s certainly a plus.”

“Everyone will be… looking at me,” she says with a frown.

“Exactly, and they won’t be looking at me,” he has the audacity to wink at her.

“Deckard,” she says, venom coursing through her tone and she tries to glare at him as ferociously as possible.

“Listen. If you want to get to Gyldredale, we have to join the caravan. It’s a group of traveling performers. We have to have an act,” he explains it to her again.

“So why can’t you just do your magic tricks, and leave me out of it,” she says with a roll of her eyes.

“If we did that, you would have to be totally hidden, the whole time. That would suck. What would you do, stay in a little shoe box in my luggage? Be stuffed in my pocket the whole time? We’re going to be out there for weeks! If you’re a part of the act, you won’t have to be a stowaway. It’ll actually be more comfortable for you, believe it or not,” he says.

“I thought the whole point was for me to stay hidden,” she grumbles, not wanting to admit that he’s right, being a stowaway would be claustrophobic and dreadful.

“Sure. Hidden in plain sight,” he says with a proud grin.

“That’s ridiculous,” she mutters under her breath.

“We just need to give you a good disguise,” he says, and she doesn’t like his smile, like he’s excited to play dress up with her.

“I don’t see the point. They know they’re looking for a fairy.”

“You could just be a different fairy,” he shrugs.

“A different fairy that just so happened to turn up alongside one of the crown’s lead players. I’m pretty sure I tried something like that, and it didn’t even work on you.”

“Maybe I’m just very smart,” he says, lifting his chin haughtily.

“That’s probably not it,” she shakes her head, but she can’t help herself from laughing as he gasps and feigns offence at her words. “Do you really think it could work?” she asks cautiously.

“Yes, I do,” he nods, boldly confident.

“I suppose…. Is a disguise really necessary though. Aside from my wings, I don’t think any human paid enough attention to me to be able to tell what I look like,” she says, quirking an eyebrow. It seems pointless to change her appearance for someone that might not be able to tell the difference either way.

“Lark, you’re small, not invisible,” he says, giving her a strange look.

“I know, but I mean. I know people can see me. I just don’t think any human really took any time to actually look at me. Like I said, they know I’m a fairy. Aside from that, I don’t think anyone’s ever cared.”

“I know what you look like,” he offers, his tone is surprisingly genuine. “But I pay attention,” he says, his familiar ego immediately making an appearance once more.

“Doesn’t count. You’re looking at me right now,” she shakes her head.

“Alright, let’s see,” a sly smirk spreads across his face. He turns around, pointedly averting his gaze. “Easy stuff first. You have wings, duh. They’re a semi-translucent kind of… off-white color. They are thin, like thinner than paper-thin, thin. But they’re glossier than a butterfly’s wing. The top of…. It would be your left… the top of your left wing is an emerald-green, and black. It was a piece of a butterfly wing, so it’s more matte compared to the rest of your wings. You’re a red head. Long hair. It’s not quite curly, but it’s definitely wavy. Your eyes are green, you’ve got freckles all across your face, and your ears are pointed. You don’t like being alone, but you do like to pretend like you don’t enjoy my company. You frequently try not to smile, and you often get this look on your face that looks like you’re trying to stab me with your eyes. And, your face gets red, and you fidget with your skirts when you get nervous or flustered,” he turns back to her, his eyes flicking down, scanning her for her reaction. Her face is bright red, and sure enough, she’s balled some of her skirt into her fists at her sides. “How’d I do?” he asks, wearing that infuriatingly smug grin. With a huff she quickly smooths out the fabric she was holding in her tight fists.

“Fine. Point taken,” she mumbles, looking away from him. “What are you thinking for a disguise?”

“Well, we can do something to change your hair. Cut it short, maybe dye it. Then we can paint your wings to—” her scandalized gasp stops him in his tracks, “I mean we could do it in a way that you could still fly. It wouldn’t be permanent,” he explains.

“You know how to do that?” she questions.

“I am very confident that I could figure it out,” he replies.

“That’s not a yes,” she says with a grimace. When she doesn’t voice any further concerns, he carries on, though she does continue to eye him warily.

“We could give you a stage name too. Like… Rose or… Sparrow or… I don’t know some other kind of flower, or bird or something,” he says, nodding as he fits together the details in his mind. She rolls her eyes with a sigh.

“It’s a bad plan,” she says after a long moment.

“It’s better than no plan. We can’t stay here. They’ve certainly noticed you’re missing by now, it’s only a matter of time before they start searching and checking the people that were in attendance. If you have a better plan, I’m all ears. Oh! Can you sing? People would love that.”

Lark huffs exasperated as Deckard rambles on about different acts they can do. It seems like her choices have been made for her. It’s either, follow Deckard’s stupid plan for a chance to get to somewhere safe. Or she can stay here and wait to be caught again.

~*~

Lark holds her breath as his gigantic fingers touch against her wings, smearing a strong-smelling goo all over them. She doesn’t know what is worse, this, or when he cut her hair. The cold tip of the scissors delicately grazed against the back of her neck as he positioned himself to lob off her long locks of hair, giving her a crude bob.

If you would have told her a week ago that a human was going to hold a blade that close to her neck, she would have been certain it was going to be for a beheading.

But even then, in a position where one careless movement could have cost her head, she can’t say she was more terrified than she is now. She squeezes her eyes shut, just waiting for him to be done already.

If you would have told her a week ago that a human was going to touch her wings like this … she would have asked for the beheading.

What if he tears her wing. What if he decides to try and rip it off. What if he-

“Alright,” he says pulling away, “I’m done, you can breathe again.” He wipes his hands on a rag and looks down at her with a quirked eyebrow.

“You’re--” her voice comes out tight and shaking. She clears her throat and tries again, “You’re done?”

“Yeah. Although, you shaking the whole time really didn’t make it easy,” he says, his eyes trace over her form. His expression gives her the impression that he thinks she's being overdramatic.

“I … you could have killed me. Or- or with my wings… worse than killed me. You know that, right?” She looks up at him with wide eyes, flicking her wings nervously. They feel weird with the dye on them.

“Well, did I?” He asks.

“No,” she says quietly after a moment. In all honestly, the process, though nerve-wrecking, it didn’t hurt at all.

“There you go then,” he says with a sharp nod. “I really don’t know what else I have to do to prove to you that I’m not interested in hurting you or ruining your life,” he says. She just shrugs and gives a despondent shake of her head in reply. He sighs, “That has to stay on for a while. So just… sit tight.” He leaves her be as the dye processes.

While she’s waiting, she puts together a new dress for herself using the bodice from her ripped gown, and a piece of one of Deckard’s handkerchiefs as the skirt. By the time she’s finished, she’s ready to wash the dye out of her hair, and off her wings. Deckard comes by with a bowl of warm water and a hand towel for her, setting it behind a book for privacy like he had the other night. She washes until the water runs clear, trying her best to avoid getting any dye on her skin. She dries off, and puts on her not-so-new, but certainly improved, dress. When she catches sight of herself in the mirror on Deckard’s dresser, she stills.

Her hands tremble as she reaches up to touch the short, choppy hair that now hangs above her shoulders. The color is dark, almost black. It deeply contrasts her pale features, and makes her eyes appear more piercing in a way she’s not entirely sure she likes. She turns and looks at her wings. They’re darker as well. The green tip of her wing is nearly all black now, the details more hidden with the dark coloration, while the rest of her wings have taken on a translucent murky grey hue. Her eyes drift to her dress. The stitches around her midsection are thick, and unnatural. It’s nothing like the fine craftsmanship that was used to originally construct the garment. The cream color of her new skirt contrasts with the light blue, and the fabrics are completely different in texture, but it’s better than the tattered mess the dress used to be.

All in all, she’s completely unrecognizable. When she looks back to her face, she finds tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. She wipes them away quickly as Deckard approaches. He was stuffing clothes and things into a large duffle bag which he leaves on the bed when he comes over to look at her.

“Well. You definitely look different,” he says, nodding in approval of his handiwork. As soon as he says that, something breaks in her. She knows it’s stupid, but her gentle tears turn into full body sobs. Through her tears, she sees Deckard stiffen, his hand slowly shifts towards her. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Any time she’s upset, he reaches for her. Like that will ever do anything more than spike her heartrate and cause her instincts to scream.

Her wings are too wet to be useful, so she just swiftly turns and darts back behind the makeshift privacy wall. As she runs past it, the book wobbles, and begins to fall. She lets out a small shout, bracing for pain, but Deckard’s reflexes are faster. His massive hands shoot forward, and he fumbles to catch the book before it topples over on her. She sees his fingers wrapping around the pages, and he yanks the book to himself. He looks down at her with wide eyes, she struggles to hold herself together as now she’s even more embarrassed than she was just a moment ago.

“Hey, it’s okay princess, you’re still pretty,” he offers with a small grin, trying to make her feel better.

“Deckard,” she forces the words out, her voice quivering, “You’re not helping. I just- I just need a second.”

“Right. Sure.” He places the book back between them, his hands hovering an extra moment to make sure it’s stable. “I’m going to uh, finish packing,” he says, obviously feeling awkward. Behind the book, she’s already crumpled to the floor.

Eventually, she manages to pull herself together enough to step back out from behind the book. Deckard is zipping up his duffle bag. He must catch her movement out of the corner of his eye because he turns and offers a gentle smile.

“Princess, I know you don’t want to do this,” he says stepping over to the dresser. “Honestly, I don’t really want to be in this situation either. But if we are going to get through this, and actually get you somewhere safe, this is just how it has to go. I just wanted to let you know that… I’m not going to let anything happen to you. It might not mean much, but I’m giving you my word. Okay?” He places his hand down flat on the dresser, an invitation for her to step on.

“What if you’re lying,” she frowns at his hand, nervously balling her skirt in her fists by her sides, then stopping herself as she remembers that he notices stuff like that.

“I’m not.” It’s all he says in response. She really wants to believe him, that he’s going to whisk her away to her happily ever after, and nothing bad is going to happen to her. It just seems so unlikely. He’s right, “his word” doesn’t mean much to her, not after he’s lied to her so many times now. She’s simply more afraid of her other options. It’s enough for her to step up onto his waiting hand. His fingers curl in around her in response to her settling down into the center of his palm.

“Now listen,” he says, lifting her slowly. “We’re going to have to get pretty close for the next few weeks. So, just try not to fall in love with me… if you can manage it.” He winks at her, grinning his devilish lopsided grin, and slips her into his pocket before she has a chance to protest.

#G/t #Gt #G/t writing #g/t stories #fairies #my writing #something unexpected #finally an update #thank you for your patience #g/t community #giant tiny #giant #tiny

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rejectedfables · 4 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Character: Draco Malfoy (HP) Why I love them: I don't. I love the version of him I frankensteined together from fics I read/wrote as an undiagnosed autistic preteen who wished I knew how to be meaner, and was hopelessly demisexually gay for a brunette with glasses.

Character: Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto) Why I love them: Emotionally neglected ADHD powerhouse who thinks "what do 600 hot girls look like? Me with titties and pigtails 600 times obviously" followed by "what do 600 hot boys look like? All my male friends with bedroom eyes OBVIOUSLY" and somehow hasn't figured out he's into dudes and is probably genderfluid. The Haku and Zabuza arc came SO close to "child soldier figures out that making children into soldiers is bad, actually, and resolves to create a better society where fewer people needlessly suffer" but then I think the author got old and forgot his own trajectory in favor of endless spectacle creep and, idk, something about the moon crushing Konoha or whatever. I lost interest in the story, but not the BOY. Also his relentless fixation with that dark haired cool guy he kissed one time makes every other character feel awkward, and I relate to that.

Character: Urameshi Yusuke (Yu Yu Hakusho) Why I love them: LOVE me a guy who even HEAVEN writes off as an irredeemable asshole surprising everyone with an act of selflessness. Love me an asshole who dedicates his life to love and friendship. Yusuke's narrative is basically "Obviously all yokai are evil. Wait, some aren't (some of my best friends are yokai)? Wait, most aren't (I actually really enjoy the yokai world/community)? Wait, I'M a yokai? (THAT'S why I am the way I am, and actually that's not evil it's just different)??? So there's evil humans AND evil yokai but neither are inherently bad, MOST are just regular people on both sides, and both are worth protecting" and anyway this is a neurodivergent and queer allegory to me, which slaps severely.

Character: Shi Qingxuan (Heaven Official's Blessing) Why I love them: Gender

Character: Luke Fon Fabre (Tales of the Abyss) Why I love them: Nobody's doing character growth like this little shit. An icon. It takes like 30 hours of gameplay for him to become likable and when he does it's somehow genuinely worth it.

Character: Changheng (Love Between Fairy and Devil) Why I love them: (I'm picking only one character per story, which is the only reason Xiao Lanhua and Dongfang Qingcang aren't also on this list.) You're telling me the God of War's narrative is a "tragic princess, betrothed since childhood, can't escape her family's expectations, constantly has to put everyone else above herself, until finally she snaps" story blended with "man who has been forced to live in war, falls for the first person who acknowledges that he, too, needs protection, ultimately rejects the violence he's been forced to endure and enact in favor of pursuing peace" and I'm what? NOT supposed to go insane? Also his nose freckle gives me heart palpitations.

Character: Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars, specifically season 1) Why I love them: What an excellent example of a badly coping shithead jerk fuckup boy who would be SO soft in any context where he's not under constant threat. Something about his mouth-breathing under duress compels me.

Character: Kyo (Fruits Basket) Why I love them: Badly coping under duress, the entire system is stacked against him, anger management issues and the snatched waist of a 90's manga twink. What can I say, a feral cat finding stability and love gets me every time.

Character: Xue Yang (MDZS) Why I love them: Irredeemable asshole feral cat ass man, coping badly at all times with all things but holding it together with a winning personality (gratuitous violence and bad jokes). Falls SO hard for the first person to show him love and kindness, becomes SO soft when not under threat for the first time ever, and then fucks up SO badly he ruins his whole fucking life. Spends more time trying to get back what he lost than he actually HAD what he lost. He's irredeemable. He's irredeemable. He makes apple rabbits for A Qing because she's sad. He's irredeemable. He doesn't pull a weapon on Xingchen even when Xingchen has already stabbed him and he's renowned for violence and revenge. He's irredeemable. I starting writing a post in his defense and hit the character limit halfway through my 'notes to flesh out later' bullet pointed list. He's irredeemable?? Xiao Xingchen could, though, is all I'm saying. The deeper you look into his actions the more humanity there is to find. I'm rotating every single thing about him in my mind like a rotisserie chicken.

Character: Chu Wanning (ERHA) Why I love them: He's hopelessly demisexually gay for literally just one guy. His story is gratuitously tragic but with a happy ending. Autistic Yearning incarnate. He's a burnt out husk of a blushing virgin, and the horniest person alive. Would readily die for his convictions, but won't ask for help. Prettiest wife anyone could ever wish for, with a strong masculine jaw. Total knockout gorgeous with body dysmorphia. Hyper competent with zero emotional intelligence. Widely respected and beloved with intense self loathing. He's never not masking. He's an atticked wife, he's a bossy husband, he's a piece of wood. He's 45. He's 6. He's 20. He's 32. He is catnip for me.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #xue yang #asks #anon #2ha #erha #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #lbfad #love between fairy and devil #naruto #yyh #yu yu hakusho #i'm not gonna tag all these #anyway I love asks like this it just always takes me a while so [blesses you with patience] or whatever

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bumblebeehug · 1 year

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I'm sad we don't get to see more of nalu's town dates😔 how come jerza got like 30 panels the last two chapters (love them but I'm jealous). While we get to see that Lucy and Natsu went to explore together, we don't even get a moment to see them just hang around!! Even Natsu bothering some street food chef would be sufficient

#can you hear my patience crackling in the distance #along with my heart #fairy tail #fairy tail 100 years quest #lucy heartfilia #nalu #natsu dragneel #ft 100yq #fairy tail nalu

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veleitie1-winx · 7 months

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A pride piece I made during the summer featuring all of my Winx ocs sans the one cishet

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belphiesreverie · 2 years

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He really made me go all the way to 100 pulls but he is home safe and sound. My complete Lilia card collection stays strong 💕💕

#belphie.txt #i love him #so much #but he really tests my patience sometimes #i think he’s still mad from when I pulled for Floyd’s bday card /hj #…or when I pulled Ortho’s fairy gala #but in my defence I wasn’t actually going for Ortho #he just came home #like Lilia should’ve 😡😡#twst #twisted wonderland

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gralunaisland · 1 year

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I don't know how to approach the subject but people actually have no idea that Juvia's obsessive behavior is disgustingly toxic? Before our marriage my wife was traumatized for months after getting rid of her toxic lover who used to impose on her physically and mentally by claiming to love her just how Juvia does.

First of all, I am so sorry that your wife went through that. No one should have to, and it shows such a base side of humanity. I hope your wife, and you as well, because I'm sure seeing your wife being hurt and traumatized hurt you as well, heal completely from the toxicity.

Secondly, unfortunately, there is a frighteningly large section of the Pro g///vian community which stolidly and wholeheartedly believes that gr///via and juvia herself aren't toxic, and even beyond that, that Gray's and juvia's "relationship" is actually healthy. They dedicate blogs to proving how the ship is the best and is loving and caring, and it sickens me that people actually go out of their way to promote her behavior.

I can better understand the people who acknowledge that gr///via isn't a great ship, and that juvia's behavior would be toxic and creepy in real life, but that they just want to suspend disbelief to enjoy it.

What I do not understand are the people who actively throw people's traumas, triggered by juvia and her actions, in their face, invalidating their trauma and their issues with this ship (or even other toxic ships in anime) by saying that they're crazy for being negatively affected by the ship, by trying to gaslight them into thinking they're crazy for even thinking that the ship might be toxic, or even just criticizing it at all. I can't even begin to comprehend how people think that is okay to do. Unfortunately, this is where some of the Pros get to when they believe that juvia is a sweet, innocent angel and that everything she does is holy, and I’ve seen it several times on the app.

What you describe your wife went through really does sound like juvia's behavior, Anon. juvia definitely imposes herself on Gray physically without his consent, always invading his personal space, from becoming his chair without him knowing, to throwing herself on him, to invading his home, to trying to sleep with him for goodness' sake, to not letting go of his hand- the list goes fricking on. And she also imposes on him mentally as well, from the gaslighting at Silver's grave, to the gaslighting at the GMG parade after Ultear's death, to ignoring his consent and boundaries, to manipulating him through her unceasing barrage of "love"- this list goes on forever and a day too.

I think you phrased it perfectly, Anon, the "claiming to love" part. juvia absolutely doesn't actually love Gray: she loves a figment of her imagination, a made-up version of Gray who loves her and hates all other women even his friends, and what's more, she doesn't put Gray's desires before her own. juvia is the most important person to juvia, and if she really cared about Gray, then she would have listened to his rejection and would have seen his discomfort and dropped her disgusting act from the beginning.

I hate that all this happened in real life to your loved one, Anon, and that media like Fairy Tail unfortunately continues to romanticize and praise this type of behavior. My condolences. And my condolences to the people who legitimately believe what juvia is doing is healthy. That is very worrisome.

#thank you for your patience anon #my best wishes to your family #askgraluna #anti gruvia #anti juvia #ask #anti juvia lockser #anti juvia loxar #fairy tail #defend gray fullbuster #gray fullbuster #anti gray x juvia #fairytail #fairy tail discourse #fairy tail discussion #anti pro gruvians #anti pro gruvia #anti pro gruvian fandom #anti gray fullbuster x juvia lockser

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naivesilver · 8 months

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ASK MEME HUH? 😏 prepare yourself here :^)

okay okay so. (for the kid fic ask) 2 or 8 (toddler) or 3 (teenager)? with any parent child combination you feel like

I know this is a prime chance to write some angst but I have entered silly mode at some point lately so you get AU silliness only SLIGHTLY tinged with angst, I hope that's alright ssadkajshdnkbfk

(It also got longer than I'd anticipated, F in the chat for us all)

Kid/Parent Fic Prompts

3. "Everyone makes mistakes, it's okay."

"Hey, August, your dad said I'd find you..." Emma trails off, stopping halfway through the door as she takes in the scene before her. "...here. What are you guys doing?"

To Marco's credit, his son is, in fact, sitting in the shed just like the man had said. The only issue is that he's not alone - in fact, a swooping three of the kids in his care are crowded around him, typewriter pushed to the side as they peer at something taking center place on the table.

August looks up from it momentarily to shoot her a slight grin, which does nothing to soothe her confusion. "Scientific research."

"On a lamp? Thought that had been patented a while ago."

"Yes, but this is a monad lamp. We're trying to figure out if there's actually a cricket in here."

Emma's gaze moves to the object in question, eyebrows raised. "And that other guy's letting you? Isn't this literally attached to his hip most of the time?"

"We traded for the day!" The smallest of the puppets chirps excitedly, all but bouncing on August's knee. "Gina's showing him around, and we get to hang out with Gemini!"

"I see."

The problem with these kids, in Emma's mind, is that while they might have fairly contrasting personalities, there's something in them that betrays their connection even at first glance. Cedar's a sweet girl and the strange one with the metal arm is prone to brooding, and the two younger boys (she needs to find better nicknames to differentiate them than Big One and Little One, honestly - they bring to mind Tweedledee and Tweedledum, sometimes, but they'd probably take offense to that) are just unruly children like any other, and still they all share faint traces of past events that make her understand August a little bit more.

Right now, for example, the man has got a boy perched on his lap and Cedar leaning onto his shoulder, the other boy sitting on the tabletop with his ruined legs dangling over the edge, and yet they're all looking at her like they're about to tell her to take a leap of faith...or blow something up and ask her for help, at least, given Big Pinocchio's tendencies and those of the guy they call P. Emma should be backing away before it's too late, honestly.

"Doesn't that thing talk, anyway?" She hears herself asking instead, as if that were the most pressing matter. "Can't you just ask?"

"He's recharging," Cedar replies, ever the most helpful of them all. "That's why P left him at home. Grandfather said Gemini's not allowed to be around us unsupervised anymore, since the last time he tried to teach some nasty words to-"

"Hey!" The Pinocchio sitting on the table glares at her, a thunderous look on his face. "That's none of your business! Don't be a snitch!"

"It's not snitching if it's true! You only want to know because you've got a point to prove, anyway."

The boy sniffs haughtily, turning away. "I don't need to prove anything. I'm right. We've all got a cricket, so P should have one too."

"You're wrong. I never got a cricket, and Dad doesn't have one either-"

Emma can clearly see August barely stifling a laugh, the bastard. "Don't let Jiminy hear you say that, Cedar- I can assure you, he helped me quite a lot before he got a degree."

"I don't have a cricket," the little one says, beaming, seemingly unbothered by the squabble. "I just have Gina."

"Gina counts."

"Gina does not count, she's a duck." Cedar sighs, shaking her head of dark curls. "Why are you so worried about this, anyway? Your cricket isn't here, either."

One would expect Big Pinocchio to have a snappish retort for that, as well, and yet, none comes. Instead he seems to curl even further into himself, his glower even deeper, like a turtle tucking head and tail into its shell. "Yeah, but he was there," he mutters, much lower than before. "No one else could see him, so they thought I was making him up, but I wasn't. He was real, and I wasn't crazy."

The two adults exchange a look, the mood grown a tad more somber all of a sudden. This, perhaps, is the other thing these children have in common, and it's much less amusing than the first one - they have had some awful experiences already, for being so young, and sometimes they mention it in such an offhanded way, it sounds like everyday stuff, like making the bed or running errands.

Maybe it was everyday stuff for them, before. That doesn't make it more reassuring, either.

"That's okay." August sounds softer, too, as he leans closer to the boy and tries to meet his eyes. "We know you're not crazy. Those boys in your old school- they didn't have the full picture. Everyone makes mistakes, when they don't have the full picture."

And that, a smidge more teasing, once he has finally gotten Pinocchio to look up: "And I mean everyone. You know, Emma here, she didn't believe I was made of wood, in the beginning. Guess who proved her wrong later."

"Seriously?" Emma exhales heavily, relieved that her friend has been able to handle the situation so well and yet resigned to the fact that August continues to be, well, himself. "You only butt into this argument to throw me to the wolves?"

"You wouldn't want me to get in the way of a scientific debate, do you?"

If this were a normal conversation between the two of them, she would tell him to stop being so cheeky; but as it is, there are three more people in the room with them right now, people who have barely stopped looking wary and guarded before returning to their analysis of an otherworldly piece of machinery. There is little Emma can do beside playing along, distracting them from whatever effects the past still has on them all. She owes them that, at least.

"Alright," she says, dragging a spare stool closer and finding a spot near the table, mindless to how Cedar moves to lean on her instead, as is the nature of things.

"Let's crack this, then. I came over to ask something else, but you guys got to me. Show me what you've got, Gemini."

#okay I know I wasn't very good at looking out for henry but I DID try so #please keep an eye on these little idiots if I can't #lizardthelizard #ask meme #fanfic #ouat #au: stray saplings #LOOK I SETTLED ON A TAG #also I'm going to go on a tangent now sorry not sorry #because I'm an “emma and august are besties” truther first and foremost #but I am CERTAIN that eventually he'd be like #she's like. their fairy godmother but better cause she isn't a fairy #she's got...mixed feelings about her godchildren tho #cedar? wonderful. genuinely looks up to emma. as normal as a kid in her situation can be #the baby? traumatized but sweet. you can't have beef with a 5yo #but p and mokku? they would TEST her patience even though the former isn't even a child technically #regina would find it extremely amusing #pinocchio #kashi no ki mokku #anyway august as a passable father figure who at least is TRYING and emma as the tired aunt who loves those kids a lot but needs a fk drink

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 5 months

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For the fairy au, Will Solarflare or Solar(Good Eclipse) Be in the Au? And non-fairy au question, What is your opinion on all the SAMS characters Solar flare Sun Moon Ruin Eclipse Earth Lunar Solar flare KC Bloodmoon And anyone else who's in the show.

they will not, as they have no place.

and i've given my thoughts on these characters before

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au #tsams #sun and moon show #apologies for the bluntness #don't have the time or patience rn

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finni-winter · 8 months

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As soon as my new drawing tablet arrives it's over for you bitches

#HELLO I HAVE BEEN IN THE VOID #so much has happened my brain feels like that one silent hill ost black fairy #but lifes getting better and richer #and it will get even more delicious once i have a tablet i can look down at instead of having to look up at my computer #god i owe people drawings ill do that soon i PROMMY #yall deserve an award for your patience with me #also i crave to draw bleach stuff as nodt here i come #tablet is supposed to come tomorrow but it only just now shipped today that bitch better be here on time

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winterf4iryy · 10 months

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the vineyards at the winery we visited today! <3 it was so beautiful

#and the wine was really good! the owner was so sweet too.#it was honestly so interesting learning about the process of making wine #it’s so intricate and definitely takes a lot of patience #lots of respect to all the vintners out there <3 #fairy’s adventures: toscana ⊹˚. ♡

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freedjustineshipping · 2 years

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Magic of cherry blossoms

drabble request - Freed x Loke

requested by anonymous

"Holy shit, you two look... divine. Divine as hell in your case, baby," Bickslow teased winking in Freed's direction. The rune mage just rolled his eyes, contradicting the visibly content smile on his face.

Gray, getting curious because Bickslow had kind of been hogging the pages, snatched the magazine from his guild mate's grasp and scanned the photos that had been the result of last week's photoshoot.

"Oi oi, not so greedy. How 'bout ya get a copy of your own, huh?" But Gray either ignored him or he was instantly charmed by the pictures and if that was the case then Bickslow couldn't blame him for it. Their buddies, Freed and Loke who were sitting across from them right now, looked charming and hot as fuck at the same time.

For some time the Weekly Sorcerer had been forced to pause surveys and articles like the 'Top 10 Wizards I'd like to have as boyfriend' because the growing issues in the wizarding world had a huge impact on the entirety of society. But now that the peace had been restored for the most part, the more fun parts of the weekly magazine could return as well.

Loke and Freed had both been part of the ranking the second last time it was published. Back then, Freed had dropped in rank seemingly because he cut his hair and now that it was long again he had climbed up in the ranking again. The people seemed to love his long hair, really. Loke wasn't allowed back in the ranking because of technical reasons (him turning out to be a celestial spirit did influence the one or other thing) but he returned for a photoshoot as ex-ranked wizard. The crowd still loved him to bits, and that wasn't at all surprising.

Bickslow watched as Gray's eyes ran over the pages. His facial expression didn't reveal anything about how he was feeling about the pictures but he could feel that it wasn't leaving the ice mage's soul completely unaffected.

Speaking of souls... There was something interesting about the aura of the two men across from him and he was gonna find out what it was.

"Didn't expect it, but you two are a fuckin' good match," Gray muttered after a moment and put the magazine on the table, leaving the double page spread on display.

As it was Cherry Blossom season the photographer had decided to take the pictures in a Cherry Blossom setting. Loke and Freed were leaning against the rail of a bridge, Cherry blossom trees in the background. Single flowers were flying around them, highlighting their features, and the two of them managed to not only look absolutely elegant but charmingly casual at the same time. Both men were wearing dusty pink suits with white button up shirts but while Loke was wearing a bow tie, Freed was wearing a long tie partly hidden under a waistcoat. Since Loke was often spotted with a long tie and Freed with a cravat, the photographer had thought that it would be a good idea to switch it up for the photoshoot.

And it undoubtedly was.

"Why thank you Gray," Loke grinned, satisfied with his own pictures and that he could charm his friends. "But I knew that Freed and I would look stunning together. With so much style and good looks, what could have gone wrong?"

Bickslow raised a brow and looked back and forth between the celestial spirit and his captain. Loke was the king of flattery but there was definitely something else going on. He could feel it. Their souls were fluttering.

"Well... I thought the heart gesture was a bit too much," Freed pointed out with light chuckle, referring to the heart he was instructed to form with his runes, having them float above one of his hands while giving a flirty smile into the camera.

"What? I thought it was fancy, and much more special compared to the flowers I was given," Loke mused out loud and frowned. "But my wink looks on point, as it always does."

"I suppose only the Trimens can rival you in charm in spades." Freed shook his head and Bickslow became even more suspicious.

"Oh you think it's too much sometimes? No, you don't." Loke concluded immediately after asking the question and smirked at Freed who just barely raised a brow and then quickly turned his attention back to Gray and Bickslow.

"When does your photoshoot take place, Gray?"

"Next week. Kinda glad it's with Lucy."

"Bet if Natsu had been present in the ranking they would've paired you and him together." And Bickslow thought this to be a quite amusing sight to behold, actually. Gray just grimaced and Loke laughed. "Ya know, going over the rankings there's either spots for flirt machines-"

"That does sound kinda rude-" Loke chimed in, muttering.

"- or the mysterious calm guys. Example A and B." Bickslow gestured at both Gray and Freed while finishing the sentence. "These rankings discriminate the lively sunshine type, like Natsu and myself. That's rude."

"You call yourself a "lively sunshine type"?" Freed asked in disbelief, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms.

"You should know it best, baby." He joked and mirrored Freed's posture, just in a more lounging way. He had been known Freed for years, his light and his dark sides, and just like that Freed had also experienced Bickslow's most happy and most sad times. It was true that Bickslow was a loud and chaotic nature and generally positive nature, but sometimes it served as defense mechanism just as well. To bury other parts.

They knew as good as everything about each other as best friends, so there was barely anything that slid past Bickslow's recognition. And yes, his soul magic did assist him in some aspects.

"Well, you could count Sting as lively sunshine type, I guess. Both Rogue and him are in the ranking again," Gray continued to argue and shrugged, not really caring.

And that was the moment Bickslow lost track of the conversation for a moment because there was something much more interesting to focus on. By now, Loke had leaned back in his chair as well and not only that but it looked as if he had slid a little closer towards Freed. Their shoulders were touching now and he was sure that they hadn't before.

Now it wasn't something unusual for Loke to seek physical contact and gain comfort from it, but for Freed? Usually he didn't easily accept physical closeness and if he did want the physical contact then he'd often be the one to initiate it. There was a casualness about the two men that Bickslow had never noticed before. Perhaps because... It hadn’t been there until now? What had changed?

The seith mage tried to restrict himself from doing soul deep dives too often but this time the curiosity got the better of him.

There was a strong sense of contentment, no sign of discomfort. Definitely not on Loke's part but also not on Freed's. Bickslow found himself paying attention to more of their body language and noticed how there was always a light sway towards Freed coming from Loke, and Freed welcomed it.

Comfort, connection... Sensuality?

There were questions forming in his mind and he almost couldn't keep his lips from spouting a bolt comment.

Breaking his state of mesmerisation, Bickslow took a look to the left. Should he ask Gray if he had noticed something different about Loke and Freed later? After all Gray and Loke had been best friends for quite a long time as well.

Just then the conversation ended and Freed was looking at him, almost in a probing way. Oh no, had his scanning been too obvious? "Are you alright? You suddenly went awfully quiet."

"Oh, me? Yea, I'm fine," Bickslow reassured and grinned before abruptly changing the subject. "You two have somewhere to be, haven't ya? Ya better get going."

There was a pause and Bickslow felt Freed's piercing gaze on him before he answered. "You're right, we should head off before we miss the last appointment. So," Freed stood up and fixed his shirt before turning towards Loke, "shall we?"

"Oh, we shall."

The look Loke and Freed exchanged was anything but subtle or maybe that was just because Bickslow had excellent observation skills (or was he really seeing something that wasn't there?). The pair dismissed itself and then he wondered if Gray saw what he saw in the moment Loke turned around.

Hah, subtlety his ass! Did they really think nobody would notice? Or did they not realize that the evidence was right there? Evidence for what Bickslow thought what it was, at least.

He had no idea if there was a similar exemplar somewhere on Freed's body but at this moment the blaring hickey on the back of Loke's neck was all the confirmation the seith mage needed.

A grin spead all over Bickslow's face and Gray was clearly trying to figure out whether he wanted to ask what was up or if he just wanted to ignore his guild mate’s comical facial expression. ‘Either way’, the seith mage thought, ‘I definitely need to ask Freed how he is feeling right now, huh?’

#fairy tail #freed justine #loke #freed x loke #froke #thank y'all for the patience #also got a bit carried away #;;froke #;;fanfic #;;admin writing #;;request #ft #gray fullbuster #bickslow #hope you like this dear anon!

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