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Gray Whump | Fairytail (Eps.01-150)
Ep.02 - Underwear taken, slapped
Ep.06 - Knocked back x2, restrained
Ep.10 - Headache, passes out
Ep.11 - Knocked unconscious, carried, restrained, shipwreck, freaking out
Ep.12 - Crying, hit with ice blast x4
Ep.13 - Weak, carried, crying, unconscious, gutpunched unconscious
Ep.14 - Bandaged, pain
Ep.15 - [Flashback; Survivor, trapped under rubble, unconscious, injured, crying x3, shirtless lore, guilt]
Ep.16 - Punched x11, stabbed, gutpunched, kicked x2, bitten
Ep.17 - Crying
Ep.19 - Body switched, back pain, body crying (16:10), ice drool
Ep.21-22 - Bandaged cont.
Ep.25 - Drowning, bandages/pain, hit with boiling water
Ep.28 - Unconscious, weak
Ep.29 - Whack-a-mole'd
Ep.31 - VERY aggressive pillow fight, bandaged
Ep.33 - 'Knocked unconscious'
Ep.37 - Hit by fireblast, half eaten,
Ep.38 - Weak, carried
Ep.43 - Hit with beam x4, knocked unconscious
Ep.46 - Weak, pain
Ep.47 - Struck by lightning
Ep.50 - Enchanted x2, irrationally angry, unconscious
Ep.51 - Hit by Natsu (off-screen-ish)
Ep.53 - Knocked down x2 (mostly offcreen. this is BS.)
Ep.56 - Knocked down, hit by motorcycle, trapped in ice
Ep.57 - Squeezed unconscious
Ep.58 - Found unconscious
Ep.61 - Knocked down
Ep.63 - Boobytrapped/trapped
Ep.64 - Whacked x5, ice shield broken, knocked unconscious
Ep.65 - Unconscious/"dead" (11:05)
Ep.66 - Weak (his muscles look very defined here js)
Ep.68 - Bandaged
Ep.70 - Punched, gutpunched 'unconscious'
Ep.71 - Knocked unconscious (07:05), carried x2, unconscious body attacked (11:05)
Ep.75 - Knocked down
Ep.79 - Emotionally supportive marshmellow
Ep.86 - Feelings hurt (practically invisible)
Ep.87 - Trapped in quicksand
Ep.88 - Hit x9
Ep.89 - 'Unconscious, captured/restrained'
Ep.92 - Knocked back x3
Ep.93 - Marshmellow version crying
Ep.96 - Emotionally supportive marshmellow
Ep.104 - Surrounded
Ep.108 - In danger (Juvias imagination (07:35)), upset about partner quitting
Ep.110 - Pain intertwined with Juvia, great pain
Ep.111 - Cold feet (literally), pain
Ep.114 - Strength drained
Ep.116 - Kicked, hit with bubbles x2, knocked back, thrown, blood frozen, hit with thorns x2
Ep.117 - Pain, weak, collapse, carried, shot (17:49)
Ep.120 - Bandaged, squeezed (20:40)
Ep.129 - Hit with pan, punched
Ep.133 - Feels run-down (15:30)
Ep.134 - Kinda embarrassed/flurty? 👉👈 x2 (14:00, 20:00), trapped in hot goop
Ep.140 - Knocked down (07:50), freaked out (15:00)
Ep.144 - Passes out (05:40)
#whump#emotional whump#whump list#whumplist#anime whump#fairytail#fairytail whump#fairy tail#fairy tail whump#gray fullbuster#gray fullbuster whump#gray whump#gray fairy tail#gray fairy tail whump
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Whumptober 2023 9: Mistaken Identity
Or: How Team Natsu Really Infiltrated Vistarion
Sneaking into Vistarion was surprisingly easy.
No, it was not due to the effectiveness of their stealth mission, if one could even call it that. As usual when Fairy Tail was involved, they had left behind a trail of flaming destruction cutting a path to the heart of the Alvarez Empire with its military hot on their heels. If it wasn’t for the fact that said empire was definitely in the hostile-towards-Fairy-Tail category and therefore not on the friendliest terms with them, Lucy was certain they would have found Master Makarov already from the top of the palace’s many balconies wailing at all the future damage bills the ruckus would cause.
In fact, they actually waltz right through an open front gate.
Normally an open front gate screamed some sort of trap or underhanded scheme at play, or even some kind of peaceful talk to lure them in and never let them leave.
However, it was hard to argue that notion against a hoard of scrambling guards and squealing staff members swarming Erza in a tornado of ecstatic greetings.
Now, Lucy had seen Erza's inexplicable ability to unwittingly recruit all sorts to her cause. Between pirates and walking fart jokes, once they got past the initial shock towards Erza’s rather intimidating approaches to her problems, all sorts of background characters seem to flock to her. Either that, or the concussion received from Erza’s usual form of forehead-to-forehead greeting irreparably broke all the remaining brain cells in their skulls.
However, never in Lucy’s wildest dreams did she think Erza’s blunt-force charisma would extend to within the palace of a whole other continent.
Nobody was sure how to respond to that. Whatever Natsu exclaimed was smothered out in the general cacophony. Gray was so still his shirt remained on his person for a miraculous five minutes. Wendy was glancing between everyone in the hopes that someone would know what to do with little success. And Lucy well…after two years she honestly shouldn’t be surprised how much her team kept finding ways to one-up themselves in terms of ridiculousness.
Even Erza herself wasn’t sure how to handle the hoard of eager and unexpected fans surrounding her on all sides, and that was saying something for someone who tended to think waving a handcrafted claymore around in a public park as perfectly acceptable social etiquette.
Maybe they should have reacted faster, because before they knew it they all got swept up in the crowd pushing them past the gates of Vistarion Palace. And then afterwards they had no choice but to follow the swarm of guards leading Erza—or “Lady Scarlet” as they called her—down the halls.
“My lady, it is good to see you have returned. The emperor’s battle plans you requested are right here.” One servant flew past, shoving a piece of paper within Erza’s hands before she could even react. “Also, Emperor Spriggan has requested an immediate audience with all his generals at once.”
Erza continued staring at the paper as if she had been asked if to somehow unbake a cake. “I…see.”
“Are these new prisoners?” A guard ran up to ask.
At that Erza stood alert. If there was one thing to get her focused, it was a threat on anyone in her guild. “No. These are my comrades.”
Somehow, the infamous glare that could make atoms know fear didn’t tip off the guard that this might not be the right person they were talking to. “Ah, one of your divisions then. Forgive me at once, General Scarlet.”
Lucy glanced at the sheet in Erza’s hands. Much as she hated to admit it, she was probably the most experienced one in their group on such papers. Yet all those years memorizing endless terms of formality and political tidings didn’t help a single bit comprehending the chicken scratch of sideways mathematical formulas and illegible ink splotches that would make a psychiatrist jealous.
“Erza, what are we going to do?” Gray whispered, having finally shook off his shock. Along with his shirt at some point.
Wendy gave a swift thank you and a bow to a guard as they handed her Gray’s lost shirt. “I think you might be considered an important person here. But it does seem like we can at least speak with the emperor.”
Natsu grinned, his fists catching fire. “Hell yeah, then we can make him tell us where Gramps is!”
Lucy promptly covered the dragon slayer’s mouth before he could rattle off equally incriminating threats against a nation’s ruler within blatant hearing range.
Erza nodded. “I…suppose it does simplify our task at hand. We can ask about Master Makarov’s wearabouts this way.”
Accidentally impersonating a general was bad enough. Lucy seriously hoped Erza wasn’t intending on starting those talks by headbutting the emperor.
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The Fairy Tail Rescue Squad stared at the Alvarez War Room.
The occupant of the throne in the Alvarez War Room stared back.
“Well,” said Zeref. “This is the last time I call for a planning meeting.”
#whumptober 2023#no.9#Mistaken Identity#fairy tail#fairy tail erza#fairy tail lucy#erza scarlet#lucy heartifilla#natsu dragneel#gray fullbuster#wendy marvell#this is funny not angsty#whoops#Yes Erza headbutted-greeted afterwards#that is the whump
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@whumptober 2023 - Day One
No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Summary: Team Natsu and the Thunder Legion are on their way back from a mission together...but the forest has different ideas on how their night will go.
Warnings: Minor Blood, Embarrassment for Characters, Probably OOC, Crack Fic
Rating: T for Teens (I kept this one nice for all of you)
Relationships: None - Everyone can enjoy this crack shot
If a Branch Falls in the Forest...
“Stop it, all of you.” Lucy frowned, pressing her once favorite sweater against Laxus’ forehead. Behind her, Team Natsu and the Thunder Legion were bickering back and forth on who the fault would ultimately land on. All the arguing felt like a hammer against her skull. It had to be worse for the man before her.
The accident had been just that—nothing to fight over in her opinion. No one could have known that a branch from above would have fallen while they slept. Freed’s barrier spell had been set up to detect intruders, not foliage.
In her opinion, they were lucky the branch did not flat out kill him. They were called Widow Makers for a reason.
“Laxus?” she called gently, worried that he had not opened his eyes for the past ten minutes, but took his posture as a good sign. Arms crossed, back straight, and a growing tick under his eye, if the morons behind her would pay attention, they would know of the coming eruption.
Glancing over her shoulder, it impressed her how a simple branch caused the world to end. Gray and Natsu stood back-to-back, fists raised and agreeing with the other as Bickslow. Both Evergreen and Erza had gone all out and had their wings out and argued in the air over the men. Even Happy got into the action arguing with Bickslow’s puppets—and that seemed more like a game of tag than actual fighting.
Freed had tried to help her tend Laxus, but she had ordered him to sit when he became paler than the person bleeding and swooned. They already had one severely injured teammate, she did not need to tend another with the rest acting like children.
“Laxus,” she called again, snapping her fingers in front of his face. Grey eyes pierced her in a glare, one she quickly returned with her own. “Don’t you give me that look, Mr. Tough-and Mighty, I am doing my best here.”
Heat rose over her cheeks when all he gave in response was a grunt. Fingers tightened in the ruined fabric. The urge to ensure he had a concussion barely stomped down. Violence would solve nothing here, she reminded herself, ignoring the multiple voices casting spells behind her. Not even the explosion that sent her hair snapping against her face phased her.
Lifting three fingers, she closed her eyes and held them out for him. “Just… tell me how many fingers am I holding up, okay?”
Another grunt.
Virgo would be able to dig seven graves—Happy and the puppets would go with Natsu and Bickslow respectively—and if Taurus had the element of surprise. No, the stubborn bull would never be quiet enough to land a surprise attack, and she could not rely on Loke to attack Gray. Not even the contract and bond between them as spirit and master broke whatever relationship those two had since neither admitted anything.
A swell of magic pulled over her back and a wall of words erupted from the ground as an arsenal of swords bounced off them. Glancing back, she recognized Freed’s work and realized he put up a safety net to keep them safe.
Scratch that, to keep Laxus safe. The pouting green-haired man kept glaring at her over his shoulder before his stomach revolted again. Yeah, she sighed, she had only been collateral in being kept safe.
“Laxus, I swear”—she gritted her teeth and pressed the cloth harder into his head. A pleased lift graced her lips as he winced—“if you don’t tell me how many I am holding up, I will—”
“Two,” he grunted, once more not looking at her. The lift quickly turned downward. Two? Even if he had a concussion, usually the vision was blurred. The answer should have been three or more.
“What?”
He mirrored her earlier look, grinding his teeth together. “Your shirt—”
“My shirt…” She looked down, brows furrowed.
It had been a cold night, and faced with huddling against Erza and risking personal harm or bundling up, she had taken the safer option. Her sweater had been soft and warm, and she hated the fact it might never get all of the bloodstains out. Underneath, she had just worn a normal tank top, white in color…
And it seemed that without the sweater, her body revealed exactly how cold it was, and the white fabric did not help, either. Eyes widening in realization, she met grey ones again. The hint of red on his cheeks had not been from embarrassment—not embarrassment from the branch.
A squeal of indignation filled the forest for miles. One blonde stomped off, taking the furred coat of the downed Lightning Dragon Slayer with her. Another blond laid on the forest floor, eyes swirling, and a second welt swelling.
When they returned to the guild hall, a concussion had been confirmed, though neither Wendy nor Porlyusica could say which blow to the head caused it. And, unfortunately for all of them, the reward money went to replanting the forest they had stayed in after a chaotic battle had left nearly all of it destroyed.
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Day one is in the bag! Not the whumpest of whumps, but it was fun to write, lol. The next few days will be out of order to fully put together a story concept I came up with (much like my Dead Stars story, but this time not in order).
Hope you all enjoyed!
#fairy tail#natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#writing#fanfiction#fairy tail fanfiction#laxus dreyar#Whump#Whumptober 2023#erza scarlet#freed justine#fairy tail evergreen#bickslow#gray fullbuster#fairy tail happy#crack fic#Hope you all enjoy!#Genavere
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Summary: Sherry's attack during the Oracion Seis Arc goes a bit worse for Gray.
My first whumptober fic of the year. WOOHOO! :D
#whumptober2022#no.1#unconventional restraints#fairy tail#fanfic#major character injury#fairy tail fanfiction#Gray Fullbuster Whump
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could be all our demons darling
by ObsessiveExplosion
Gray gets a concussion on a job with Natsu. But the timing couldn't be worse - Gray can't get his devil slayer markings to go away, and they're in a town that's not very friendly towards dark magic users...
Words: 3931, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel, Erza Scarlet
Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Concussions, Hurt Gray Fullbuster, Protective Natsu Dragneel, Some Humor, Sick Gray Fullbuster, Protective Erza Scarlet
Source:https://archiveofourown.org/works/49262587
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Torture
by Moonlight1234
Natsu and Gray end up in the hands of an unknown man who's hunting the dragon slayers. They have no way out, and have to wait for rescue. However, they might not last that long, especially with the man's special way of torturing them for information on the other dragon slayers. Even if they do survive, they might never be the same again.
Words: 1052, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 18 of Whumptober 2023
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M
Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Happy (Fairy Tail), Lucy Heartfilia, Mirajane Strauss
Relationships: Natsu Dragneel & Gray Fullbuster, Gray Fullbuster & Mirajane Strauss, Natsu Dragneel & Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster & Lucy Heartfilia, Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Natsu Dragneel & Happy
Additional Tags: Hurt Gray Fullbuster, Protective Gray Fullbuster, Gray Fullbuster Needs a Hug, Protective Natsu Dragneel, Hurt Natsu Dragneel, Natsu Dragneel Needs a Hug, Poor Lucy, Gray Fullbuster Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Tragedy, Blood and Gore, Torture, Psychological Torture, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Whumptober 2023, Whump
Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50941039
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yuánfèn
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/43TLnRd
by tiddiejoon
Lucy supposes it’s a little crazy to think of A-class missions as simple. Then again, when they have battled an empire, demons, a Dragon King, and a cursed immortal…finding a kidnapped girl doesn’t seem so challenging.
Words: 3069, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M
Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Erza Scarlet, Gray Fullbuster, Wendy Marvell, Happy (Fairy Tail), Charle | Carla
Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia
Additional Tags: Graphic violence in later chapters, Explicit Language, some disturbing scenes in later chapters, nudity and fairy tail-esque shennanigans, Angst, Whump, Eventual Fluff, Humor, nalu are idiots in love but neither wants to take the first step, Action-heavy, actual plot????, picks up after the end of fairy tail, NOT compliant with 100yq, mild romance, Lucy POV, Background Relationships, Minor Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Minor Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet, Minor Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/43TLnRd
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Just published the climax of part two of my trilogy. So much angst and emotion in this chapter! Gray finally has the strength to face his demons. Won’t spoil any more, but if you’re following this story, be ready to cry!
#gray fullbuster#gray brotp#fairy tail fanfiction#whump#Blind Character#mute character#angst with a happy ending
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Black Balloon
I have found that making these gifts for all my fandom friends can be a little nerve-wracking because I want so much for my birthday girl to love her gift. It’s especially so when the birthday girl is insanely talented like @artistic-writer. How do I give her a birthday gift worthy of her? She makes the most gorgeous art and weaves the most beautiful words. I don’t know if I succeeded, but happy birthday anyway, my friend! I hate that you’ve been through so much difficulty lately, and I wanted your gift to be extra special. I guess that’s why it ended up being over 6,000 words! I was tossing and turning one night, wracking my brain for the perfect fic for you, when “Black Balloon” by the Goo Goo Dolls got stuck in my head. From there, my muse concocted this rather bizarre, fractured fairy tale of that song. I’m not sure why, but it just felt perfect for you, so happy birthday!
Summary: “The balloon chooses you,” the witch told him, but Killian didn’t want the black one. Then he sees the little blonde girl with a yellow one, and he chases her into the forest. And that, as they say, is how the fairy tale begins . . .
Rating: M for mature situations and brief voyeurism
Words: 6,000 +
Also on Ao3
Part of my Fandom Birthday Playlist series. Previous gifts can be found here ,here , and here.
Tagging @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kday426 @kmomof4 @snidgetsafan @teamhook @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @courtorderedcake @thislassishooked @bethacaciakay @delirious-latenight-laughs @shireness-says @killian-whump @cocohook38 @darkcolinodonorgasm
Baby’s black balloon makes her fly
His brother is dead. When father left two years before, it had hurt, but he didn’t feel numb. Because he had Liam. But now he’s gone, and Killian can feel nothing at all.
He knows hunger is tearing at his stomach, he knows that he should be afraid. But he can’t actually feel any of it. The fear had propelled him to run at least so he wouldn’t end up like Liam with cuts to the bone on his back that would fester and . . . He can’t bring himself to say it. Liam is gone, and nothing else matters.
He is absent from the sights and sounds swirling around him. The carnival ur was only appealing because of the crowds. He could lose his pursuers that way. Children are laughing and squealing with joy, sweethearts are holding swinging hands, loving parents are offering sweets to their exuberant, chubby cheeked children. But no one notices the skinny slave boy in the tattered clothes and bare feet. He doesn’t notice the wrinkled woman with the rainbow-colored scarves until she calls to him.
“Free balloon, my boy?”
He blinks and lifts his head to meet her gray eyes. They are kind, yet mysterious and searching. He tilts his head farther to see the colorful spheres bouncing in the wind at the end of bits of string. He tilts his head in wonder. How do they float that way? It must be magic! He reaches out a trembling hand.
“Oh no, the balloon chooses you!” she shoos him with a gnarled hand. “Back up a bit, and let the balloon come to you.”
She makes a gesture with her hands, perhaps some sort of spell, and the balloons rustle. Then one descends from the rest of the cluster, bouncing against Killian’s shoulder.
“Ah . . .” the woman muses, her eyes piercing his.
“But I don’t want a black one!” Killian protests.
“You don’t?”
He shakes his head and points. “I wanted that yellow one.”
“But this one,” she says as she pulls the string of the black balloon free from the rest, “has chosen you. That’s why they’re free.”
He forces a smile as the woman pats his cheek and then turns away dejectedly, his fist clutching the string. He sees a flash of yellow bobbing above the crowd ahead of him, and at the end of it, a little girl with hair to match. Her dress is brown muslin, scratchy, torn, and dirty. Like his own clothes. Her green eyes widen when she sees him looking her way, and she dashes off.
“Wait!” he cries, running after her. He doesn’t know why he follows; he isn’t going to take her balloon.
She dodges the crowd with practiced ease, but he’s no stranger to disappearing himself, and he keeps up fairly easily. But the lass is fast, and he loses her for a moment as he bursts out of the edges of the carnival grounds. Then he catches sight of the bright yellow and sees the lass dashing into the forest. He takes off as fast as he can, crying out that he isn’t trying to take her balloon. So why is he chasing her then? He doesn’t know.
“I know you’re around here somewhere!” he shouts as he crosses the tree line. “Just show yourself! I won’t hurt you!”
He hears a gasp, then her yellow balloon floats out from behind a large tree, and he jumps around it.
“Found you!”
“My balloon!” she cries, looking up instead of at him.
He looks up as well to see her balloon bouncing through the tops of the tallest trees. Then it breaks free and heads for the clouds, becoming a tiny speak.
“You made me lose my balloon!” she shouts, shoving him in the chest.
“You’re the one who ran! All I wanted was to say hello!”
“Chasing someone isn’t the way to make friends,” she grumbles. Then she gets a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’ll just take yours.”
“Hey!” he shouts as she snatches his balloon out of his fist. “That’s mine! It . . . it . . . chose me.”
She just laughs and spins away as he grabs for the string. They do a dance of spins and lunges for a moment, but it doesn’t take long for Killian to grab the string. Yet the girl refuses to let go and a tug of war ensues.
“Let go!”
“No, you let go!”
Then suddenly, the lass screams and throws her free arm around Killian’s neck. He startles before noticing what gave her such a fright. They’re floating through the air at the end of the black balloon.
“Maybe we should let go,” Killian whispers.
“No!” she protests, clinging to him more tightly. “We’re already really high.”
She’s right, he realizes as he looks down to see the ground far, far below. They soar higher and higher, over the tops of the trees, and Killian is now clinging to her just as much as she is to him, their knuckles turning white from clinging so tightly to the string. They seem to pick up speed when they find themselves floating over the ocean, and soon even that is far beneath them as clouds surround them. They are both still wary, but not quite as terrified.
“My name is Killian,” he tells her finally.
“Emma,” she says, her voice trembling.
Maybe only he isn't as terrified. He grips her waist a little tighter, and he gets a mouthful of hair as she tucks herself under his chin. There’s a break in the clouds, and Killian squints to see land ahead. As they draw closer and float lower, he sees that it’s an island. Soon they are floating down through thick jungle. Emma lets out a squeak and buries her face in his chest as the ground rushes up at them. They both crash into the ground, rolling away from one another. Killian opens his eyes just in time to see the black balloon turn to dust and disappear. Emma groans and scrambles to her hands and knees. He sits up and rubs at his hip.
“Look what dropped in,” a voice says. A boy, only a few years older than Killian, is standing above them. More boys of various ages step out from the trees, surrounding he and Emma. She scoots a little closer to him. The older boy squats down with a sinister smile upon his face. “Welcome to Neverland. I’m Peter Pan. Let’s play.”
Coming down the world’s turned over
And angels fall without you there
“Playing” seems to involve tying Emma up (we don’t like girls, Pan says), then shoving her into a makeshift cage. Killian looks sadly at her as she gazes at him through the bars, but he doesn’t think he should cross Pan, so he follows the teenager to a bonfire in the middle of their campsite. Until the moon and stars shine bright, the boys eat, wrestle, and dance. Sometimes they poke at Emma through the bars with sticks and laugh and tease her. She flashes her green eyes at Killian, and he ducks his head in shame. It seems to take forever, but finally all the boys are asleep, and he creeps to Emma’s cage. She’s curled up in the corner, her knees pulled to her chest, crying softly. He says nothing, simply picks up a large rock and starts to smash at the crude locking mechanism.
“Oh, so now you’re going to pretend to be a hero,” she snaps at him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “but you saw his gang. How was I supposed to fight back?”
Luckily a bunch of children aren’t the best at constructing a proper brig, and he manages to get the door open. He reaches his hand out to her, which she eyes warily.
“I think we can make quite the team,” he tells her sincerely.
She manages a smile and slips her hand into his.
Then they run.
It’s dark, but they clasp tightly to one another’s hands, not wanting to get separated in this eerie place. Branches lash at their faces, but they keep running, knowing that as soon as one of the Lost Boys awakens and sees Emma’s cage is empty, they’ll have the entire gang on their tail. Suddenly, there’s a springing noise, and the two of them are suddenly airborne again. They both scream before realizing they’ve been caught in a trap – a net made of vines. They’re an uncomfortable tangle of arms and legs, and Emma starts to cry again. Killian is tempted to get irritated with her tears, until he hears low voices and the net begins to sail through the trees on some sort of pully system. They find themselves swinging through the window of a tree house, then deposited with a crash upon the floor as the net is sliced open. The two of them look up to see two women by the light of flickering lamps; one with blonde hair pulled up in a bun, the other with braided black hair. Both have spears pointed at them.
The blonde relaxes first. “Wait, Pan doesn’t like girls.”
“So?” the other woman asks, keeping a fighting stance. “He looks like a Lost Boy to me.”
“I’m not one of them!” Killian snaps.
“Do you miss your mother?” the blonde asks sweetly.
“Sometimes,” he mumbles, “she’s dead.”
“And your father?”
“He left.”
“See, Tink!” the dark-haired woman says, “Pan will want him, regardless of the girl.”
“Excuse me!” Emma snaps, scrambling to her feet. “The girl has a name, and it’s Emma.”
“Aww, she’s got spunk,” grins the blonde, who Killian gathers is named Tink, “Can’t we keep her, Tiger Lily?”
Tiger Lily scowls but at least drops her spear. “We can’t. Remember Wendy? Besides, Pan will still come for the boy.”
“But he has no mother,” Tink insists, then turns to Emma, “or do you have a mother?”
Emma shakes her head sadly. “My parents left me at the orphanage when I was a baby.”
“Now what,” mutters Tiger Lily, “the shadow won’t take them back if they have no mother.”
“Shadow?” Killian asks with a tilt of his head.
Tink reaches out and pats him on the head, and he wrinkles his nose. “Didn’t the shadow bring you here? Oh, Tiger Lily, they both are so cute!”
“They aren’t puppies, Tink.”
“We didn’t come that way,” Emma speaks up, “it was the black balloon.”
“Balloon?” both women cry out.
“Do you think we could - “ Tink begins.
“I think so, we have enough magic for that,” Tiger Lily finishes for her.
“You have magic?” Killian asks skeptically.
“We’re fairies!” Tink exclaims proudly.
Emma tilts her head. “Then where are your wings?”
Tink’s face falls. “We lost them and then were banished here.”
“I was the Purple Fairy,” Tiger Lily adds, pointing to her chest. Then she gestures to Tink, “She was the Green Fairy.”
“What happened?” Killian asks.
Tink shrugs. “We broke the rules.”
Tiger Lily gasps as she looks out the window to see the darkness of night beginning to abate. “Dawn is coming! We must hurry!”
The fairies rush Killian and Emma down the ladder of their tree house and down to the nearby beach. They send flashes of magic from their palms, and just as dawn breaks over the horizon, a black balloon is clutched in Tiger Lily’s fist. She offers it to them just as shouts from the jungle fill the air.
“Hurry, take it!”
Emma and Killian exchange glances, then grab onto the string at the exact same time. Immediately, they are airborne, and they watch as the fairies wave goodbye as they rush back towards their tree house. By the time the Lost Boys burst onto the beach, the black balloon is so high in the sky they look like an army of ants.
Emma still clings to Killian, but this time she isn’t trembling. They both actually look around this time, awed by the clouds, and the glittering sea below. The balloon takes them lower just as they see a ship come into view.
“I think it’s taking us to that boat,” Emma says.
“Ship,” Killian corrects her, then his heart sinks as he sees a familiar black flag, “a pirate ship,”
They swoop a bit on the wind as they draw closer, and before they have fully prepared, they crash down upon the ship’s wooden deck.
“What have we here.”
Killian and Emma are both sprawled out on their stomachs, and they look up, blinking as the black balloon once again disintegrates right above them. Silhouetted by the morning sun is a man who epitomizes every pirate cliché: feathered hat, handlebar mustache, long curly hair.
“My cabin boy just got washed overboard yesterday,” he says, rubbing his chin, “you two will do nicely.”
His presence and rough voice are so intimidating, that all Emma and Killian can do is swallow hard, their eyes growing wide. The man squats to get closer to them when he realizes they aren’t moving anytime soon.
“Don’t be frightened, me hearties. Tis a pirate’s life for you now!”
You know the lies they always told you
And the love you never knew
What’s the things they never showed you
That swallow the light from the sun inside your room
Killian finishes securing the last canon on the gun deck and looks up to see Emma dumping the captain’s chamber pot over the railing. He walks towards her, admiring her figure in her leather breeches, blouse, and leather vest. Her unruly wavy hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, but her cheeks are sun kissed, and her nose is freckled prettily. At fifteen, she’s grown into a beautiful young woman, and Killian isn’t the only one who’s noticed. He hasn’t liked the looks Captain Blackbeard has been giving her lately, and it makes him wish he hadn’t been promoted from cabin boy to powder monkey. Not much of a promotion for a sixteen-year-old, but he would rather still be at the very bottom rank and more often at Emma’s side.
She chuckles as he comes up next to her. “Are you here to assist me in this disgusting task? Or are you just rubbing it in that you’re above it now?”
He laughs with her as she lifts another chamber pot and tosses its contents into the water. It’s her last one, and she wrinkles her nose in a fetching way as she turns to wash her hands in the rain barrel.
“Emma,” Killian speaks lowly, close to her ear, “I’ve been wanting to talk with you. I’m worried. You’ve grown . . . taller.”
He scratches behind his ear and blushes, knowing he’s stumbling over his words. Emma just smiles knowingly at him, patting his arm.
“Taller? Killian, really.” She leans against the edge of the barrel, gnawing at her lower lip. “I’ve been wrapping my chest as tight as I can, but . . . I’ve noticed the crew looking at me differently anyhow.”
He wonders if he’s included in that statement. He can’t help how his thoughts towards her are changing, but he hopes at least that the gleam in his eye isn’t as uncouth as the rest of the crew. He clears his throat nervously.
“Perhaps at the next port -”
“How?” she cuts him off. “You know what Blackbeard does to deserters.”
Her eyes are wide and fearful, but she hurries away when Blackbeard shouts for her, and Killian’s heart sinks that he has no good answers.
Later, he’s heading down to the armory to check on their store of gunpowder before they make port, and just as he passes the Captain’s quarters, he hears Emma’s name and pauses.
“Why can’t we keep her for our own use, Cap’n?” asks the first mate. “Men at sea have needs, after all.”
“I can’t look at her that way,” Blackbeard snaps, “not when I still remember the lass she was. Others will be the same. Besides, Captain Silver offers good coin for a virgin. Especially one as pretty as Emma.”
“And he’ll be there when we dock at Misthaven?”
“He always is this time of year.”
Killian’s heart sinks. Captain Silver! The same man who killed his brother! He doesn’t care how dangerous it is, he and Emma have to get away. He won’t allow someone he cares about to be harmed by that man. Not again.
Anxious though he is, he waits until they are close enough to shore to make it quickly in the row boat, yet still far enough out to give them a head start. He doesn’t tell Emma until he wakes her from where she sleeps in the hammock below him. Thankfully, he’s earned her trust over all these years, and she comes with no argument. The only concern she expresses as they lower the dinghy to the water as quietly as they can is what will become of Killian if they get caught.
“My safety means nothing if tragedy comes to you,” he tells her as he clasps her hand.
Emma smiles with watery eyes and squeezes back.
They are almost to shore, and the sun is breaking when they hear shouts and turn to see Blackbeard’s ship gaining on them. They are just scrambling out of the dingy when the crew comes racing down the docks towards them. They duck into the busy streets of Misthaven, dodging the crowds just like at that carnival when they were kids. Killian’s heart is pounding, knowing they are out-numbered with only a cutlass a piece to defend themselves. They run as fast as they can, never letting go of one another’s hands.
“A free balloon for the pretty lass?”
The old, wrinkled woman appears out of nowhere, the black balloon pinched between two fingers. They both glance at one another, blinking in shock. Yet the shouts that come from the other end of the street makes the decision for them. They reach for the string at the same moment and almost instantly, they are sailing far above the town, then over the trees.
The cabin that the balloon deposits them in front of has been abandoned for quite some time, judging by the layer dust on the furniture, the weeds overtaking the gardens, and the loose hinges on the front door. But perhaps it could be a home . . .
A thousand boys could never reach you
How could I have been the one?
They manage to carve out a life for themselves in the simple cottage, even coaxing a meager crop from the rocky soil. They sell what they can at market, but never in Misthaven for fear that Blackbeard is still searching for them. There’s another village, smaller and more rustic, farther inland, but the people accept them. At least enough to buy their fruits and vegetables. Their potato crop does well enough to purchase them a goat for milk and a couple of chickens for eggs.
They tell people they are brother and sister, since they live alone together in the one room cabin. They share the one bed without ever really having a discussion about the arrangement. They’ve been together now since she was seven and he was eight. It’s only a sleeping arrangement, nothing more.
Although Killian doubts Emma knows the torture he has endured for the past year sleeping by her side. She’s sixteen now and only grows more beautiful with each passing day. There’s no denying to himself now how deeply he loves her, but he’s unsure. Unsure of her feelings, unsure of how it might change things if he speaks up. So he says nothing; does nothing.
Until one night he hears her sniffling beside him. He rolls over to see her shaking slightly. “Are you okay?” he whispers.
She rolls over, and the moonlight shining through the window illuminates the streaks of tears on her cheeks. “Why won’t you kiss me?”
He swallows, blinks, and words fail him.
“Do you not want to?”
“Oh, Emma,” he breathes, and all he can do is trace her soft cheek, wiping away her tears.
“Never mind,” she mutters, but before she can roll back over, he pulls her close and presses his lips to hers.
Except for occasional knowing smiles and heated glances, nothing much changes during the day after that. But every night, their intimacy grows. Their bed is now filled with passionate kisses, heated touches, gasps, and sighs. But Killian is hesitant to let things go too far, not when Emma is so young, when they’re both so young. He doesn’t want Emma to regret anything.
But one night, he turns from the fire to find Emma standing there nervously, her shift pooled on the floor at her feet. He’s rooted to the spot, too in awe of her body, soft in the light of the moon, the candlelight playing with her hair. She reaches her hand out to him, trembling as she lowers herself to the bed. He thinks he should probably say something as he comes closer, shedding his own clothes as he goes, but he’s left speechless. He lowers himself on top of her, relishing the way she sighs as their skin presses together. He kisses her, slowly at first because he keeps thinking that surely this is a dream, but then she responds eagerly, her fingers tracing down his spine, and the kisses become deeper, hungrier.
Later, he holds her in his arms, both of them damp with sweat, the sheets tangled up around them. She says nothing as he combs the tangles out of her hair with his fingers.
“Did I hurt you?” he finally whispers hoarsely.
Emma tilts her head up to look at him, a shy smile upon her face. “You could never hurt me.”
“But when I . . . ,“ he swallows hard as he trails off, “you cried out.”
She laughs as she scoots up so she can look him better in the face. “And you almost stopped until I told you it was okay.” She runs her fingers through his hair. “And I meant it. It was wonderful.”
Emma leans down, taking his face in her hands, and kisses him softly. He relaxes into the bed, wrapping his arms around her.
“I love you,” he tells her.
“I love you, too.”
They are so euphoric after their night’s activities, that they almost don’t notice the subtle shift towards them in town. It isn’t until they've set up their cart of goods that they notice the townspeople looking at them differently. When Rumplestiltskin, the town magistrate, approaches them with fire in his eyes, Killian shifts slightly to put himself between the man and Emma. They are in town so rarely, that they don’t know the man well, but they’ve heard enough from the villagers to know he leads with a heavy fist. Killian glances over the man’s shoulder at his son, Baelfire. Killian has also never liked the way the magistrate’s son looks at Emma.
“Do not do business with these people!” Rumplestiltskin cries, pointing an accusing finger at them. He pauses dramatically to allow a crowd to gather. “They are either liars or are consumed with deviant lust!”
A gasp ripples through the crowd, and Emma inches closer to Killian’s side.
“They claim to be brother and sister,” the magistrate continues, “yet my son saw them through their window last night engaged in either fornication or unnatural relations for a brother and sister!”
Rage wells up inside of Killian fast and hot. He glances at Emma, who has turned pale as a ghost. Baelfire gazes at the two of them with barely concealed lust, and it turns Killian’s stomach to think of what they had shared last night, something so intimate and beautiful, being turned into voyeurism for this debased young man.
“She’s not his sister, she’s his whore!” a male voice from the crowd shouts, and a hand seems to shoot out from nowhere to grab Emma by the hair. She screams as she’s dragged backwards by a burly, middle-aged man. Killian shouts and lunges at her attacker, but he’s pulled back by the other half of the growing mob. He doesn’t see Baelfire pull a dagger from his boot.
But Emma does. She screams Killian’s name, simultaneously shoving off the growing crowd around her and thrusting her arms towards the young man who is her everything: her best friend, her soul mate, her lover. She can’t lose him. And to everyone’s shock, including hers, magic bursts from her palms and hits Baelfire square in the chest. He goes flying backwards, his dagger slipping from his grip and skittering across the packed dirt.
The mob shifts from dragging Emma the whore down to the ground to backing away from her with fear etched upon their faces. “Witch!” someone cries, and soon it becomes a chant. Killian rushes to Emma’s side.
“Do you trust me?” she asks him.
He doesn’t know why she asks, but he doesn’t hesitate. “Always.”
Emma takes his hand, and before he can blink, they’re both enveloped by a cloud of magic. Then he blinks again, and they are safe in their cabin
“How did you know how to do that?”
Emma shakes her head, her eyes wide. “I - I don’t know!”
Her shaking worsens, and Killian cups her face in his hands to steady her. “You didn’t know you had magic, did you?”
She shakes her head again, her eyes growing wet with tears. “No.” She bites her lower lip, her nervous habit. “Are you afraid of me, too?”
He kisses her with all the love he can convey. “Are you kidding?” he laughs, his forehead pressed against hers. “You were bloody brilliant just then, love. Amazing. You saved my life, you know.”
She lets out a little cry and flings her arms around his neck, kissing him sloppily. He smiles against her lips as he kisses her back. But then shouts from the forest send them jumping apart. Killian grabs their only two chairs and shoves them against the front door. Through the branches of the trees, he can see the flicker of torches even though it’s the middle of the day. His heart sinks as he realizes – they intend to burn a witch today. He doesn’t know what to tell Emma, so he says nothing as she helps him shove their bed against the back door.
“They’ll just burn us both,” Emma tells him in a broken voice.
So she knows.
He pulls her close. “We’ll figure something out.”
“If only that balloon -” Emma breaks off abruptly.
“The balloon!” they both gasp.
“If the fairies could -”
“then surely you can, love,” he finishes for her.
It takes her awhile, but just as a torch flies through their front window, Emma has the string of a black balloon gripped in her fist. Just as the angry mob crashes through their back door, Killian trusts Emma completely once again, and they go flying away on their black balloon.
I saw the world spin beneath you
And scatter like ice from the spoon that was your womb
For two years, they travel this way, with Emma’s black balloons. Kingdom to kingdom, realm to realm, never staying in any one place for too long. They have adventures at times, while at others they fall into a routine of mundane domesticity. They make friends at times, while at others they are secluded in their own little bubble. But always suspicion eventually falls upon them, and they take to the skies once again. So long as they have each other, they are home. No clergy will marry the likes of them, but they vow themselves to one another all the same. In every way that counts, they are one. He is her husband, and she is his wife, whether others recognize it or not.
Today, however, there can be no black balloon. Even if Emma had the strength to conjure one, she couldn’t make it far enough way. They can hear the sounds of the mob surrounding them in the forest, but time is up. Their baby is coming.
Killian puts his arms around her, helping her walk even as she doubles over with her next contraction. He presses his lips together, willing himself to be strong for her. He’s only 19, and he’s already scared enough about being a proper father, and now he can’t even find a safe place for the child’s birth.
“I can’t go on, Killian.”
And suddenly, it appears. Through the mist, as if Killian had wished it there, stands a humble cabin. The sounds of the mob seem louder, closer, so he hurries them to the door.
“We don’t know if we can trust these people,” Emma gasps out.
“We don’t have much of a choice, love.” He prays to every deity he can think of for compassion.
The door opens before they have even reached it, and a grandfatherly looking man with a gray beard is standing in the entryway. He smiles and gestures them forward.
“Come, come, I’ve been waiting for you all day.”
Killian glances curiously at Emma, but she’s in no shape to question this sudden turn of fortune. The man ushers them in, and immediately helps Emma to the cabin’s only bed.
“You should know,” Emma pants between contractions, “that a mob’s after us. I’m a witch. Apparently.”
“First of all, the mob won’t find you here,” the man tells her calmly. “My master, when he left me to watch over this place, ensured that only those who needed assistance could find it.”
Killian idly wonders what he means by that, but he’s far more concerned with the way Emma has pulled up her knees and how hard she’s squeezing his hand.
“And you are not a witch,” the man continues as he fills a basin with boiling water from the fire, “you are filled with the strongest kind of light magic. The kind that only comes when one is the product of true love.”
Even in the midst of her labor, Emma scoffs. “My parents dropped me off at an orphanage. They had no love in them.”
“If there is one thing I recognize, it’s magic. Trust in what I say.”
“You’re a sorcerer,” Killian exclaims.
“No, but my master was.”
He washes his hands and then gathers a knife, salt, and some blankets which he sets near the bed next to the basin of water. He seems to know what he’s doing as he calmly instructs Emma through the rest of her labor. Soon, after one last push and a tremendous cry from Emma, a baby’s wail fills the air. Killian is overwhelmed as the squirming bundle is placed in his arms.
“It’s a boy,” he tells Emma as he hands their child over to her. His heart swells in his chest as he watches Emma – his wife, his love – hold their son close, tenderly stroking his tiny cheek.
“And this one will have strong light magic too,” the man tells them, “a product of your true love.”
Emma looks into Killian’s face with awe as he bends to kiss her. “I love you.”
“What will you name him?” their rescuer asks.
“What about Henry?” Emma suggests.
Killian reaches out to touch his son, and the baby clasps his finger tightly. “I think he likes it.”
The man, they come to find out, goes simply by Wart. With him, they find the steadiest home they’ve had since their youth. Henry speaks his first word, takes his first step, learns to read all in Wart’s small cabin. Emma and Killian make their home with their son in the cabin’s loft. It may not be much, but it is filled with love.
Wart, as he had once told them, had been the apprentice of a sorcerer. What became of his master he would never say, but his cabin was filled with scrolls containing the sorcerer’s prophecies. People would come to the cabin, sometimes even from far away realms, to receive guidance from these prophecies. Sometimes they would pay coin, sometimes they would pay in produce or livestock, but somehow there was always enough provision without any of them having to leave their safe haven.
One day, desperate parents knocked on the door seeking not prophecy, but a magical cure. Their daughter had been bitten by a poisonous spider. Wart, having no magic himself, was about to sadly turn them away, when Emma rushed forward,
“I may be able to help.”
Killian could tell she was nervous, but she reached her palms out towards the child anyway, her magic coming out in that bright, warm light. The black veins of poison marring the girl’s skin slowly disappeared, and color returned to her cheeks. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes.
Killian had never been so proud. The parents were overcome with relief and gratitude. It turned out they lived not far away, and that the little girl, Violet, was about Henry’s age. After that, life in the cabin was filled with even more life, love, and happiness. And many others came to Emma for miracles.
They honestly saw no need for anything more.
And I’ll go on and I’ll lead you home
And all because I’ll become what you became to me
Everything changes on Emma’s 28th birthday. They celebrate simply, as they always do, with singing and a cake. But after Emma blows out her candle, Wart sets a scroll down before her.
“It is time for you to leave. You have a destiny to fulfill.”
“But this is our home!” Emma protests.
“Do you not want us here anymore?” ten-year-old Henry asks, sounding hurt.
“Of course I want you here,” Wart assures, embracing the boy, “if I had my way you would live here always. But . . . read the scroll, Emma.”
“The Savior’s name shall be Emma. In her 28th year, she will find her parents, Snow White and Prince Charming, and break the Dark Curse.”
Killian can tell by the way Emma furrows her brow that she doesn’t believe that the prophecy is about her. But his heart sinks as he turns to the window.
“It’s you, Emma,” Wart insists, “I’ve known since the day you first arrived. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want it hanging over you for ten years. I wanted you to have a home for once, a safe haven. I hope you aren’t angry with me.”
“It’s true, Mom,” Henry says with conviction. “Somehow I just know.”
“Killian?”
He turns from the window at the sound of Emma’s voice. She’s only grown more beautiful as the years have rushed by, more precious to him. Every day he thinks he couldn’t love her more, and then tomorrow comes. He remembers the little girl he first saw with the golden hair and he knows now why he chased after her. He was chasing her light.
“Yes, Emma, it’s true. It has to be.”
She rises from the table and goes to him. “What’s wrong?” she asks gently, cupping his face in her hands.
“I always knew, deep down, that I wasn’t worthy of you,” he whispers hoarsely. “That day, at the carnival? The black balloon was mine. It chose me, Emma. Darkness chose me, but you . . . “
Emma presses her forehead to his, her thumbs making circles on his cheeks. “I choose you, Killian. Every day. Doesn’t that matter more?”
“Emma,” Wart says from his place at the table, “conjure one of those black balloons for me.”
It’s been years since she’s done it, but after a decade of honing her magic in many other ways, she does as he asks with ease.
“Now a yellow one.”
Emma tilts her head in confusion, but humors Wart anyway. The two balloons float up to the ceiling, bouncing and spinning until their strings become entwined. Then an amazing thing happens, the two balloons meld into one; a gray balloon. It floats down, bouncing upon first Killian’s shoulder, then Emma’s. Wart reaches out and grabs its string.
“That day at the carnival, you had just lost your brother, Killian. The enchanted balloons picked up on your pain, your grief, your anger. So the black balloon chose you. They picked up on Emma’s light magic, not yet realized, but just under the surface. So the yellow balloon chose her.” Wart extends the gray balloon to both of them. “But we all have both within us. Each choice we make, we have the opportunity for good or for evil. I see before me two people who have over and over again chosen love.”
Emma reaches out and takes Killian’s hand. He smiles at her, then she reaches out for the string of the balloon.
“Does this mean we’re going on an adventure?” Henry asks, and they chuckle at his eagerness.
So they take one last trip with their black balloon. Gray this time, actually. As the three of them land gracefullly in the middle of a paved street on a dark October night, they look around in awe at this very peculiar realm. They see a man in a brown suit walking a spotted dog on a leash.
“Excuse me, sir,” Killian says, “but what’s the name of this town?”
The man smiles. “Welcome to Storybrooke.”
#cs ff#enchanted forest au#childhood friends#teen romance#angst#angst with a happy ending#fandom birthday playlist#artistic-writer#on her birthday#black balloon#goo goo dolls
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FULL WHUMPS LIST;
Shows, movies, anime, & cartoons (Organized Alphabetically by TV Title)(pinned) - Message me if any of this is outdated!
LIVE ACTION
Ray Palmer | Arrowverse
Jake Peralta | Brooklyn-99
Tangerine | Bullet Train
Richard Castle | Castle
Ryan | Castle
Johnny Gage | Emergency! (1979)
John Carter | E.R.
Peter Bishop | Fringe
Simon | Firefly
Malcolm | Firefly
Mike Schmidt | FNAF Movie
Tom Mason | Falling Skies
Matt Damon | Jason Bourne
Jake Green | Jericho (2006)
Hawkeye | M*A*S*H
Steven Grant | Moon Knight
Thomas Shelby | Peaky Blinders
Shawn Spencer | Psych
Daniel Jackson | SG1
Trip Tucker | Star Trek: Enterprise
William Riker | Star Trek: TNG
Rodney McKay | SG: Atlantis
John Sheppard | SG: Atlantis
Sam Winchester | Supernatural (S1-S15)
Mark Wahlberg | Ted 2
Hughie | The Boys
Shaun Murphey | The Good Doctor
Dick Grayson | Titans
Rust Cohle | True Detectives
Cordell Walker | Walker
Ryan Gosling | Multiple movies
Owen Strand | 9-1-1 Lone Star
ANIME
Ciel Phantomhive | Black Butler
Ichigo | Bleach
Yukio Okumura | Blue Exorcist
Rin Okumura | Blue Exorcist
Akutugawa | Bungo Stray Dogs
Atsushi | Bungo Stray Dogs
Yuu Otosaka | Charlotte
Lelouch Lamperouge | Code Geass
David Martinez | Cyberpunk: Edgerunners
Allen Walker | D. Gray Man
Saiki K. | Disastrous Life of Saiki K.
Natsu | Fairy Tail
Grey | Fairy Tail
Yuki | Fruits Basket
Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist: 2003 (+ the Movie)
Shoyo Hinata | Haikyu!!
Nanase Riku | IDOLiSH7
Kuroko | Kuroko No Basket
Cheng Xiaoshi | Link Click
Lu Guang | Link Click
Deku | My Hero Academia
Natsume Takashi | Natsume's Book of Friends
Yuito Sumeragi | Scarlet Nexus
Kirito | Sword Art Online
Cid Kagenou | The Eminence in Shadow
Naofumi | The Rising of the Shield Hero
Ashiya Hanae | The Morose Mononokean
Vanitas | Vanitas No Carte
CARTOONS
Boimler | Star Trek: Lower Decks
Ezra Bridger | Star Wars Rebels
Bumblebee | Transformers: Prime
Optimus Prime | Transformers: Prime
Ratchet | Transformers: Prime
Smokescreen | Transformers: Prime
Jack Darby | Transformers: Prime
Lance | Voltron: Legendary Defender
Robin | Young Justice
Blue Beetle | Young Justice
Batman | Justice League / Unlimited, JLA + Movies..
GAMES
Johnny Cage | Mortal Kombat
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“The Not-Angels” - a Fairy Tail one-shot
Gajevy Week
The Not-Angels
Feb 17th — “Trouble Twins”
Gajeel didn’t like the idea of Levy going on a mission with Lucy and just her, but as long as he refused to go on a mission with Natsu (the prick) or Gray (the naked bastard) he had to deal with something equally as terrifying. So, he sat himself on his couch and made sure the brats’ faulty attention was trained on him and him alone.
“Alright, kids, listen up,” he started, already breaking off when he noticed Austin’s eyes being drawn towards a silver mirror hanging on the wall. He snapped his fingers until the younger twin looked over again with a frustrated huff.
“Daddy, ‘m starvin’,” he whined, brown eyes squinted with crocodile tears. Gajeel rolled his eyes in response.
“No yer not—you two jus’ ate.”
“Yeah but that was two million minutes ago!” It was actually an hour ago, but the five-year-old couldn’t tell time. Neither could his stomach apparently. But the fridge was pretty damn good at telling time, and at the moment it was peaking Not-enough-food-o’-clock.
“Hush up, Stooge,” Angel reprimanded, glaring at him. For her name, she was as ballsy as Gajeel, and with a sharp tongue and sharper teeth to boot. And thanks to the brain surely inherited from her mother alongside her light blue curls and big brown eyes, she had the vocabulary to make a grown man cry. (No, Gajeel wasn’t crying that time, he just had some iron fillings in his eyes.) Austin, on the other hand, had the semblance of Gajeel’s sharp face beneath the baby fat, and although his hair was a slightly darker blue, it was just as unruly as his old man’s. He also had a far bigger craving for iron than his sister, or at least had less self-control.
“Angel, ease off yer brother, would ya?”
“It’s not my fault he’s a dummy,” she proclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. Austin glared daggers into the back of her head while Gajeel wondered how their kids could end up as they did.
“Alright, look: Mom’s out, so it’s up to me to keep you brats entertained for the day, alright? I’m not gonna hit ya with any rules or nothin’, but I’d like that our place stays as clean as it is now.”
“But that’s not a rule!” With that, Austin leapt from the ground and to the wall right below the mirror. Before Gajeel could intervene, his forehead vulcanized and he slammed it into the wall, creating several miniature cracks but, more importantly, dropping the mirror. He caught it before it could shatter and immediately satiated himself with a huge bite of the ornately-woven silver. While Angel set off to chew his ear off as he chewed the metal, Gajeel just shook his head and wondered how in hell he was going to last another sixteen hours.
“You’re babysitting, huh?” Natsu asked, a slow grin spreading across his face as he looked from Gajeel’s narrowed eyes to the ankle-biters literally biting his ankles. He then proceeded to nearly fall from the barstool with his laughter. “Those kids aren’t gonna last the day!”
“I know,” he said instead of punching Dragneel’s teeth in like he wanted. “I was hopin’ that yer kid and mines could burn energy off—and hopefully not literally.” It was no secret that Astrid, while as beautiful as her mother, was just as much a pyromaniac as Natsu, a fact that the Master’s hairline was well aware of. As Gajeel worked on prying the two from his legs, Natsu continued with having a ball until Gray thankfully shoved him away.
“Austin likes Bellamy, maybe he’d be a good distraction,” he suggested. “And anyway, I need someone to watch him a few minutes. Juvia wants me to run to the market.”
“Again? What’s she want this time?”
“Dango and wasabi,” he said with a grimace. “And of course, she’ll change her mind by the time I get there.” Gajeel smirked at his dismay.
“Well that’s the problem with wantin’ to make her yers. Where’s yer brat?”
“Should be over there with Elfman.” He gestured with his chin to the other side of the guild were Mira and Lisanna were clapping and laughing as Elfman bounced around with the seven-year-old giggling on his large shoulders. Austin detached himself at the sight and ran over excitedly, leaving him with just one. Now, if he could only come up with an apt distraction for Angel, he could go and waste away the remainder of the day at the Guild and essentially come off scot-free.
“Alright, I know I make jokes about you being a Dad and all,” Natsu started, wiping his eyes, “but it’s just too funny! Like, as much as I’ve imagined you—not that I make a habit of imagining your face, mind you—it was never like this.”
“So, yer point?”
“I’m pretty proud of you, Metal-head.” Gajeel raised his brows at the compliment as Natsu grinned.
“Shut it. I don’t need yer praise.”
“Sure, sure.” Gajeel didn’t have time to bash in the idiot’s face, however, as Astrid came running, growling slightly as she jumped into Natsu’s chest.
“Daddy, Bell’s mad that I burned his ass!” she scowled. Gajeel looked at Natsu as he laughed awkwardly.
“Does Bunny-girl know yer daughter talks like that?”
“No, and I’ll be grateful if she never finds out.” He turned his attention to Astrid, who looked more excited than repentant, and ruffled her hair. It had been shortened to about Laxus’ length at her behest, which made it spike slightly from Natsu’s genes. “Good job, my little dragon! You’re learning well!”
“Come back here, Astrid!” Bellamy called, stomping a foot crossly as a visible wave of cold built around him. His hair, while blue, was closer to Gray’s in appearance than Juvia’s, and his lean build was also certainly his father’s, but he took more to Juvia’s Water Magic than Gray’s Ice—in fact, from what Gajeel had seen, Bellamy used Ice Magic as his means of “going easy” on another. Astrid stuck her tongue out at him, then flashed her sharp teeth as he hissed in anger. She squirmed in Natsu’s grip and he released her, watching with wide eyes as she tackled Bellamy to the ground and had her fist buried halfway into his mouth with one move.
“That’s a little demon you’re raising there, Dragneel,” Gajeel commented.
“She’s a machine trained to snipe any Fullbuster within a thirty-mile radius,” he said very seriously. “The one person she can’t chew up and spit out is—”
“What in the world is going on here?”
The two children froze, eyes wide and jaws dropped in identical expressions of terror as the Guild doors crept open. Erza was there, decked out in just a silver breastplate, plain clothes beneath, but that wasn’t what Bellamy and Astrid were focused on. It was ten-year-old Merlin right in front of her with a plainer but still durable metal top and a double-edged sword clasped to her hip. Her long scarlet hair was pinned back to show the expression of a warrior prodigy that could cause anyone with two balls to wet their pants on sight.
“U-Um, Merlin, we-we were just, uh, messing around,” Bellamy said immediately, a nervous smile crossing his face as he pushed Astrid away. She landed on her behind with a whump, shaking her head vehemently.
“Yeah, uh we weren’t fighting or nothing, we swear!”
“Hmph,” she huffed, “That’s what I thought.” Erza had a gleam in her eyes that was downright creepy as she took her daughter’s hand.
“Come on, Lin, let’s go see if Mira has any strawberry cake left.” Which was an inane thing to say and they both knew it—although the Guild didn’t buy too much strawberry cake, nobody else dared eat it in fear of the two scarlet demons’ wrath if they so thought of it. The Guild members parted like the Red Sea to allow them towards the bar, and as they were treated to their favorite dessert things slowly returned to normal.
“Haven’t seen Jellal in a while,” Gajeel commented. Natsu shrugged a shoulder.
“I think he’s in Bosco? I don’t remember.”
“Daddy,” Angel said, tugging Gajeel’s pants. “I’m hungry.”
“Alright, we’ll jus’ go to the—” He cut himself off as he glanced at the Scarlets still occupying the bar and changed his tune. “—the diner downtown. Oi, Austin!”
“Dad, look!” He ran over with a Tikki set on his hair, grinning. “Look what Bickslow gave me!”
“One of his creepy dolls?” He wanted to tell Austin to throw it out before it cursed him or something, but he looked so happy he let the matter go. “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat.”
It was far easier to deal with the twins with food in front of them. It was actually the one trait they shared, and by far the easiest trait to deal with, unlike Austin’s tendency to chomp anything metal (whether it was attached to a body or not) or Angel’s mouth (which had gotten him in so much trouble he believed she could’ve gave Jose a run for his money). They sat together on one booth sat while Gajeel sat opposite, Angel tossing fries at Austin’s head while he worked on ripping a steak apart with his teeth. Gajeel actually found the show pretty amusing.
“Daddy, how come Mama didn’t stay today?” Austin asked with his mouth full, barbeque sauce dripping from the corner. Gajeel, unlike him, waited until he swallowed his burger before speaking.
“She didn’t want to say it, but she missed goin’ on missions, so I chose to stay back while she did.”
“And you don’t miss going on missions?” Angel pointed out.
“You two are a pretty good mission.” He grinned as they groaned, taking a gulp of his beer. “I don’t get to spend as much time with ya rug rats as she does, ya know, and there’s gotta be someone to help the little prodigy Austin with his Dragon Slayer Magic.” He beamed at the praise, eyes sparkling even as he gnawed on his knife. “And Angel can teach me all the words she knows and I don’t.” Angel smiled, then frowned.
“We know you’re a great Daddy, but how come other people still look at you funny?” He sighed, leaning back in the seat and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well… I wasn’t always a great Daddy. I did some bad things before, things you two’ll never know if I have a say in it.” It wasn’t that he wanted to keep secrets from them, but he just didn’t want them to give him the same look. From random strangers, it was whatever; from his own children, he didn’t think he’d be able to stand himself. It was already bad enough when Levy used to give him that look.
“Daddy!” they complained, but he softened it with a hand on their heads.
“Don’t worry, alright? Jus’ know that I won’t mess up again, not while I need to keep an eye on you two menaces.” They pouted but continued to eat anyway. It was the truth in any case: he never planned on going bad, not for any reason, with Angel and Austin and Levy there behind him. He had never imagined himself with a family of his own, and now that he had it, he found it to be at the forefront of his mind most of the time, a driving force in everything that he did. It was amazing how much the three of them changed things, and he wouldn’t give them up for the world.
“Home,” Austin said quietly, bringing Gajeel’s attention back to the two of them. Done with their food, they started passing out where they sat. He glanced out the window from the corner of his eye and noticed that the sun was halfway set—Levy had mentioned a naptime for them around sunset. Going over to pay for their meal, he returned to see them attempting to sleep on each other. He took Angel in one arm, but Austin decided to climb atop his head instead. “Comfy,” he murmured into Gajeel’s hair, wrapping his arms around his neck.
“Yer pulling my hair, kid.”
“Comfy,” he repeated, purring contentedly. So Gajeel decided to let him be, and followed that familiar road towards the edge of Magnolia where he lived. Angel nuzzled into the space beneath his chin while Austin clung to him with all the strength of an ape. The contrast between them was so funny he had to laugh aloud.
Yup, wouldn’t trade ‘em for nothin’ else in the world.
By the time Levy got back, it was late into the night and the twins were in bed. Gajeel was working on the silver mirror, trying to bend the metal to hide the huge bite mark, until she came in their bedroom with a wide smile. “Had fun?” he asked.
“A lot! And the client was a book lover, so he spared Lucy and me a few new ones!” She clapped her hands excitedly as he chuckled under his breath. “So, how was your day?” she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed. He shrugged a shoulder with a smile.
“Nothin’ special.”
#fairy tail#fairy tail fanfiction#ft fanfiction#ft oneshot#gajeel redfox#fairy tail gajevy#gajeel x levy#gajevy week#levy mcgarden
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Wrote some Gray Fullbuster Whump. Check the tags before reading.
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I Bet You're Cold
by Oneechan_no_baka
Faced with a nightmarish reality where Natsu has forgotten their relation, Gray can’t accept the fact that he suddenly means nothing to the fire mage.
So he wants to find answers.
To do what he can to make things right.
And return everything to the way it was.
But as time goes on, Gray has to start asking himself what is real and what is not?
Words: 5626, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Sting Eucliffe
Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Sting Eucliffe, Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster
Additional Tags: Canon Universe, No Spoilers, Angst, Alternate Reality, Mystery, Sad Gray Fullbuster, BAMF Juvia Lockser, Drama, Hurt, Amnesia, Paranoia, Hurt No Comfort, at first, but eventually, Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Whump Gray Fullbuster
Source:https://archiveofourown.org/works/48501274
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Games
by Moonlight1234
Rogue and Sting thought this would be a normal job, but soon they're caught up in a death maze. The Fairy Tail members are also scattered across the maze, looking for each other and a way out. However, it's not guaranteed that they'll find each other at all.
Words: 2090, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 15 of Whumptober 2023
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M
Characters: Rogue Cheney, Sting Eucliffe, Gajeel Redfox, Levy McGarden, Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser, Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Jellal Fernandes, Erza Scarlet, Happy (Fairy Tail), Frosch (Fairy Tail), Lector (Fairy Tail)
Relationships: Rogue Cheney & Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney & Frosch (Fairy Tail), Rogue Cheney & Gajeel Redfox, Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser, Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet, Natsu Dragneel & Sting Eucliffe, Fairy Tail Guild & Sabertooth Guild, Natsu Dragneel & Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel & Erza Scarlet, Natsu Dragneel & Happy, Juvia Lockser & Gajeel Redfox
Additional Tags: Hurt, Angst with a Happy Ending, Near Death Experiences, Major Character Injury, Games, Blood and Gore, Whump, Whumptober 2023, Hurt Natsu Dragneel, Hurt Gray Fullbuster, Protective Erza Scarlet, Gray Fullbuster Needs a Hug, Oblivious Natsu Dragneel, Erza Scarlet Loves Cake, BAMF Erza Scarlet, Protective Gajeel Redfox, Minor Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Juvia Lockser & Gajeel Redfox Friendship, Poor Lucy, Hurt Lucy Heartfilia
Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50863189
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Fairy Tail Whumptober 2022
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/23CilUq
by XFangHeartX
A series of Fairy Tail one-shots for Whumptober 2022!
Words: 541, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Wendy Marvell, Erza Scarlet, Gray Fullbuster, Happy (Fairy Tail), Charle | Carla, Original Female Character(s), Original Animal Character(s)
Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser, Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet
Additional Tags: Whumptober 2022, Whump, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/23CilUq
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Part one of my first multi-chapter work. This will eventually become a Trilogy. The second part is in the process of being posted, with one chapter coming out weekly. I wanted a Gray-centered story that featured a lot of whump, hurt/comfort, and adventure. And having grown frustrated by the lack of good quality Gray fics recently, I finally decided to just write my own. The whole team is featured in this story, along with Lyon and some rarely used side characters. All my stories are cross posted on AO3.
#gray fullbuster#gray brotp#whump#fairy tail#fairy tail fanfiction#team natsu#fairy tail demon slayer#blind character#mute character
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