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

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

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Ten - Moving Forward

Two Weeks Later

"You feelin' okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anythin' for my prince," Gajeel said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

One Month Later

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

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

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

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

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

But this time, it looked different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

Two Months Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freed chuckled. Gajeel really could see right through him.

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

They really needed to be more subtle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sure?" Gajeel asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

Nine Months Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life was good.

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

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

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

"Morning," He greeted through a yawn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, life was pretty fucking good.

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Dragon Fire - Wizardess Heart OC Fanfic

Pairing: Felix x OC

Words: 3940

A/N: Okay the only reason I’m posting this is because I drew a CG to go with this story, and the one helps explain the other. This might be a little confusing because there is actually a bit of backstory behind this fic, but I hope I have done a somewhat decent job of explaining the necessary details in the below.

CG linked here.

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It was dark, but pleasantly warm, and the gardens were still and quiet. For the first few months at the academy the gardens had always seemed so eerie at night, but now after three years here I truly enjoyed the calm serenity of the garden path under the moonlight. Hiro, my sweet boyfriend of over a year now, had taught class tonight, and while I loved his classes, it also meant he had a lot of work to do afterwards and I didn’t get to spend the rest of the night with him. So I wandered back to my dorm in the day class block on my own.

I listened as the nighttime breeze rustled the leaves in the towering walls of vines and hedges either side of the path. It was so calming. The night air was heavy and thick though, and I almost wished the cool breeze had come to rustle my hair and not just the leaves.

A grotesque stench came wafting towards me and I wished for that breeze even more. Some poor little animal must’ve died nearby, the smell of rotting carcass choking the air around me. I covered my mouth and nose and pushed onwards a little faster.

Another whisper of leaves made me think there was a breeze, but when I heard the crunch of a twig I knew it wasn’t the wind. Perhaps something had come from the forest to feed on the poor dead animal. I wasn’t alone in the gardens.

I picked up my pace, trying to keep my footfalls quiet. I didn’t particularly want whatever scavenger was lurking nearby to find me as well. The stench was growing stronger, perhaps it was a larger animal that had died than I originally thought.

I could see the light of the dorm block at the end of this corridor of vines and plants, but it was still a long way off. If I sprinted I could probably make it there in under a minute.

Movement up ahead made me stop in my tracks. Short human-like shapes slunk through a gap in the hedge wall up ahead. Not just one or two, though, they kept coming from both sides of the pathway. There must’ve been at least a dozen of them.

Goblins.

I turned around, hoping I could outrun the feral little beasts, but I was stopped again. There were even more behind me, stumbling towards me like nimble zombies.

‘Shit!’

I should’ve picked up on it, I knew that gross stench, and it wasn’t a dead animal. I turned around again, to try to head towards the dorms. There seemed to be fewer this way, perhaps I could make it past them?

Not likely.

Goblins were classified as magical creatures of sub-human intelligence. They always roamed in big packs, there had to be at least twenty around me. While reaching for my bag to grab my wand, I thought back to the last lesson I’d had on goblins, trying to think of a way out of this situation, but the only thing that was coming to mind was my biggest problem; they were impervious to most magical attacks.

My hand hesitated on my bag, knowing my wand would be futile anyway. The gross, mottled-green leathery skin of theirs made goblins very difficult to kill, and even some of the strongest magical attacks couldn’t pierce their hides. I wracked my brains for something else, something that could help me, some useful bit of information about the monsters as I watched their stumpy round pig-like faces drawn nearer.

They like shiny things. What if I throw an earring or my necklace to distract them? It probably won’t distract all of them for long enough.

They were only about ten feet from me now.

They can swim well. That doesn’t do anything to help me now.

The ones behind me were closer. I moved a step forward, away from the monsters, but I was only moving closer to the ones in front.

They like to fuck things.

Granted, it wasn’t something I ever learned in class, but it was something I knew very well about goblins. As they drew nearer and nearer a vivid memory swam up to the front of my mind; my mother surrounded by a pack of the gross goblins, tearing at her clothes, pulling at her arms and legs, pushing her to her knees and forcing themselves upon her. It was seven or eight years ago now, and my mother had made it out alive, but all I could do was hide and watch while my mother was defiled by the grotesque creatures, all to protect me. They were after me. And here they were again.

I chanced a glance at the crotch of one of the nearest monsters and there poking out from under the pot-belly not quite covered by the undersized soiled singlet shirt that was it’s only clothing, was a small but firm penis. I glanced around at the other few who weren’t wearing anything below their fat bellies and sure enough they were all the same.

These goblins were here to fuck.

‘Shit!’ I groaned again.

They were surrounding me in seconds. All of them were breathing heavy, an occasional grunt or whine coming out of them. I realised too late I probably could’ve used magic to make a hole in the hedge wall beside of me, but the goblins were already three deep either side of me, blocking my path in all directions. They barely came up to my shoulders, but their size wasn’t the most intimidating thing about them. Their shiny, black, hungry eyes and sharp yellow teeth were what frightened me most.

Gangly fingers tipped with dirty talons reached out for me. ‘No!’ I swatted them away but I didn’t have enough hands to stop all of them. They grabbed the back of my uniform, the little razors on the ends of their fingers digging into the fabric, through until their knobbly knuckles were on my back. I spun, trying to swat away all of them, but there were too many. They kept grabbing at my clothes, at my jacket, and as I spun I felt it ripping.

‘Fuck! Get off me you little freaks!’

One of them came in closer. I pushed against its forehead, but not nearly hard enough. I was too afraid to even touch it. Too little too late anyway. It reached its scrawny little arms up to grab hold of the front of my torn jacket and pressed its smelly self against my leg.

‘Gross! Get off me!’

I bashed harder against its forehead, while it pressed it’s face into my chest. It seemed to whine with every strike, but it didn’t do anything to get it off me. Nothing worked. I could feel its stumpy little cock rubbing into my thigh, its claws tearing the side of my jacket, ripping through my waistcoat and shirt. I struck harder at the top of its head, but it didn’t even react. It just nuzzled it’s face into my chest and kept grinding against my leg.

The dorms weren’t far away and if I screamed maybe someone would hear me.

‘HELP!’ I screeched as loud as I could. Hopefully someone heard me.

Another goblin came in behind me, grabbing on to the sides of my skirt and pulling. I swung my elbow back to hit it in the face, and it flinched and snarled at me but didn’t let go. Its hard, round belly pressed into my ass, its scaly knees rubbing against the back of my legs, while it grunted and squirmed around, trying to press against me.

No one was coming.

More hands clawed at me, the whole swarm of goblins surrounding me. All of them were whining and groaning now. I was screwed. I cried out again at the top of my lungs, ‘HELP!!’ I could see the dorms in the distance, but no one came out.

I didn’t think the situation could really get any worse, but a small explosion behind me made me jump out of my skin, my heart thundering hard and fast. It might’ve been someone coming to the rescue though, as a couple of the goblins fell to the ground, screeching loudly.

Before I could turn to look, a hand wrapped around my arm. The grip was firm and reassuring, not the same pining clawing like the goblins’, and the hand’s owner pulled me back, out of the circle of goblins. They yanked me back hard, my feet stumbling to try to keep up with the movement. The goblin in front of me fell on its face as I was pulled away from it. My rescuer pulled me behind him and I caught a glimpse of who had saved me.

Felix.

My heart stopped.

What is he doing here? Is he following me again? Is he fucking stalking me?! Is he trying to kidnap me again?!

Memories flared up of the five hellish weeks I’d spent trapped in his little underground lair, watching him come and go and completely ignore me, of the Lilith-like monster of a succubus that dwelled inside me that he’d managed to unleash, and of all the chaos that had ensued in controlling my newfound dark side after I managed to escape. He’d shown himself three times since then and I still had no idea what the hell he wanted, either with me or his alleged plans for total world destruction.

‘Stay behind me.’

His voice was dark and firm. He held on to my arm tight with his right hand, holding his left up to the goblin hoard. He didn’t even look at me, just kept his eyes trained on the monsters stumbling forward.

The goblins were all screeching, unintelligible frustrated grunts and yelps coming from them. They looked angry now. All except one of the ones that had been knocked down climbed back up to join the ramble ambling towards Felix and I, stumbling over their fallen comrade’s body.

A ball of dark energy gathered in Felix’s hand, crackling like black lightening. It grew until it was as round as his palm, and then he released it. The dark magic was like a bomb, exploding on contact with the first row of goblins stumbling at us. Half of them were knocked down, blown a few feet back, but most of them climbed up again, only three of them staying down now.

‘Persistent monsters,’ Felix muttered.

If these beasts were difficult for even Felix to kill, I had no chance to beat them on my own. But it was out of the frying pan and into the fire. As much as I didn’t like the idea of being raped and mauled by a rabble of goblins, falling prey to Felix again wouldn’t be much better. I didn’t have much choice though.

The goblins were drawing closer again, but Felix didn’t back down. He pushed me further behind himself, releasing my arm for half a second, only to grab hold of my hand with his left.

The skin on skin contact was enough to blank out my mind. I’d been training for months to try to control the power his touch had brought out of me. I could feel her, swelling inside my chest, trying to rise up out of my throat, but I was stronger now and I pushed the psycho bitch down again. Felix’s hand on mine wasn’t making it easy though. She wanted him.

She couldn’t have him.

Did Felix even realise what his touch was doing to me? Was he doing this intentionally? Was he trying to bring her out of me? Why?

I watched another ball of black energy gather in his palm, aimed squarely at the goblins. Within seconds the ball had grown to the size of the goblin’s ugly heads, much larger than the last attack. I heard him mutter over the crackle of the dark magic, ‘begone, foul beasts,’ and he released the attack.

The dark magic bomb shot straight at the goblins. I ducked behind Felix, using him as a shield against any blow back from the attack. The shock of the explosion sent a gust of wind rushing past us, whipping his cloak back. But Felix didn’t flinch, standing firm and holding my hand tight.

My ears rang for a brief moment, but they quickly returned to normal. I chanced a peek out from behind Felix’s shoulder to see if it was safe now. Most of the goblins had been knocked down, and less than half of them were climbing back up to their feet, only a couple at the back of the pack still able to fight on. But they were still fighting on.

I could outrun them now though. If I could get free of Felix’s hand, I could run back towards the Academy and escape both the goblins and Felix. I wriggled my hand, squeezing my fingers together to try to slip from his grip. He didn’t let go. Most of the goblins were all motionless and bleeding on the cracked pathway. The rest, maybe eight of them, were coming closer, and Felix stayed focused on them. If I was going to run I had to go fast, otherwise the goblins may be able to catch me. With my free hand I pushed against his wrist, trying to slide my hand out of his.

He shot a glare over his shoulder at me. ‘Be still.’

I froze up.

He turned back to face the goblins, his grip on my hand tight. There was no way I’d be able to subtly break free. And with several angry goblins charging over their pack’s fallen bodies towards us, I didn’t like my chances alone. Felix still didn’t move, he just stood there, waiting. I slunk behind him, trying to keep my body shielded as much as possible, Felix bending his arm behind his back to keep me close.

Felix held his hand up in front of his mouth. I couldn’t quite see what he was doing. He was taking an awful long time. The goblins didn’t even look like they wanted to fuck anymore, they looked like they wanted revenge. They were coming closer and he wasn’t doing anything.

If he wasn’t going to fight, I wanted to run. I pulled on my hand again, trying to break free, but he held firm. He leant forward ever so slightly towards the goblins.

Fire consumed the pathway in front of us. The white light and intense heat were incredible. I held up my free arm to shield my eyes, but it didn’t do much. I glanced at Felix, the flame obviously coming from him. I couldn’t really see if the fire was coming from his mouth or the hand still held in front of his mouth, but the sight of the pale dragon breathing searing hot white flame out at the monsters attacking us… he was protecting me.

The flame exhausted as Felix stood up straight again. Blackened goblins bodies littered the pathway in front of us, while the last two of them were screaming off back the way they came. The plants on either side of the pathway were alight, flowers and leaves crackling and burning with golden flame.

A loud screech came out at us from my left. One goblin had escaped the blaze and darted out at us from the darkness.

Felix yanked me backwards, turning to place himself directly between the goblin and me. He kept his hold on my hand, drawing it in firmly behind his back and shielding me from the creature. He grabbed it by its scrawny neck, hoisting it up off its feet, and it screamed and kicked, one hand clawing at Felix’s arm, the other reaching for his face. A crackle of dark black magic zapped out of Felix’s hand on the goblin’s throat and it froze stiff as a board for one second, before collapsing, limp and lifeless.

Felix dropped the corpse, tossing it over towards the pile of dead bodies littering the pathway. They were all either dead or gone, and the immediate threat was over. There was another threat though burning in the vines, and the biggest threat of all still holding my hand.

I wanted to put the fires out. They were only small but they would burn up the whole garden if I didn’t stop them. I tried to pull my hand free again, but he still wouldn’t let go.

‘Let me go,’ I demanded. I shook my hand, pushing against his wrist with the other. My fingers started to slip free. ‘Let me go!’ I repeated. He did as requested, his long fingers loosening off from mine.

I went straight for my bag, pulling out my wand from the front pocket. Felix took a step back and held up his palm towards me, but before he could chant any of his obscure spells I called out, ‘Sabo Aqua.’ My spell summoned a stream of bubbles from the tip of my wand, which I aimed at the fires in the vines. I stepped around Felix to extinguish the flames on both sides of the pathway.

The plants were charred and now dripping with water, gaping holes in both sides of the wall of flowering vines. More than a dozen blackened goblin bodies were piled across the path, dark pools of blood creeping over the brick pathway, seeping into the cracks. The goblin stench was foul, obviously worse from their recent deaths. And Felix had done all this, to protect me?

I turned around to look at the dragonkin behind me. He was just standing there, watching me. Why did he watch me like that? What did he want? I needed to know.

‘What do you want?’ I held my wand tightly in my hand, but I didn’t point it directly at him. I didn’t need him to feel threatened, or have any reason to use any sort of magic on me.

He didn’t answer. He just kept watching me.

Why didn’t he answer me?!

He’d never told me anything before; what he was planning, what he was doing, what he wanted. That wasn’t about to change now. I took a cautious step backwards and said in my best warning tone, ‘just stay away from me.’ I backed up another two steps, looking down to make sure I wasn’t going to step in blood.

‘I just saved your life.’

I stopped at the sound of his voice. I looked up at him again, but he just stood there still as a statue. Had he even spoken? It didn’t look like he’d moved. Was he telepathic now? No, that was stupid. But he did save my life, and I owed him a thank you at least. I owed him a lot more to be honest. I thought for a moment, and realised as much as I should’ve called Hiro, or any of the prefects to come and arrest him, I couldn’t turn him in after saving my life. ‘Yeah, okay,’ I said, ‘thank you for that. And I’m not gonna call the authorities to have them arrest you.’ I held my wand up at him as I took another step back, just to be sure, and reminded him, ‘just please stay away from me.’

He was quiet. He didn’t try to attack me, stop me, do anything to me. He just watched me. He blinked, slowly, his long golden lashes closing on his jewel-like eyes and then raising up again to reveal the beautiful gemstone colours again.

Fuck me, why are dragonkin all so pretty?

He was beautiful, and powerful, and everything I normally found insatiably attractive. He was brave, and he just rescued me. Hell, he even got injured in the process, a trickle of blood dripping down his right hand from where the goblin had scratched him. We may have had issues in the past, but I at least should’ve been more appreciative for what he did for me tonight.

But what the hell could I say? Or do? He couldn’t even tell me what he wanted.

Her.

The realisation dawned on me, he couldn’t admit what he wanted because what he wanted was the dark side of me. Zeus was just the same, he became obsessed with her when he was helping me to learn how to control it. It only made sense that Felix was just as curious, even if he didn’t want to be.

Is it really that simply though?

I went with my assumption and quickly explained to him, ‘I’m not what you think I am, alright? I’m not that thing anymore.’

‘I can see that.’ His reply came quick and smooth, his expression remained unchanged. And it didn’t help me in the slightest.

‘So, what do you want with me?’ I asked again.

He was quiet again.

If he wasn’t after her, then what the hell was he after? ‘Do you even know?’

‘No.’

Again, his answer was quick and smooth, like he’d even practiced it, or knew it was coming, but it caught me completely off guard. Was he really admitting he didn’t know what the hell he was doing here, or why he risked his life to protect me? Why the hell would he do that? What man on the planet would ever admit to not knowing something? God I’ve been hanging around with Zeus too long.

Felix was strange, there was no denying that. But he obviously wasn’t here to hurt me right now. He would’ve done so already, or just let the goblins do the job. I lowered my wand. ‘Thank you… for your help…’ I murmured. ‘But, please leave me alone.’

I glanced down at the ground to shuffle around the goblin corpses at my feet. Felix didn’t move, and he wasn’t trying to stop me. I moved another step further away, and he didn’t come after me. I turned and ran.

I had to jump over several corpses, and I nearly stepped in blood twice. But I just ran.

Eighty feet to the dorm. I was clear of the goblin carnage, my feet pounding down the path to the dorms.

Sixty feet. I prayed to god Felix wasn’t chasing me, but I didn’t dare look back.

Forty feet. My bag was slipping off my arm. I clutched at the strap on my shoulder, the heavy thing bouncing against my hip.

Twenty feet. I hadn’t run in weeks, god I needed to get back into running again. Especially if Felix and goblins were on the prowl.

I slammed into the dorm door, muttering the stupid spell to open the door and wretched it open to throw myself inside and slam the door behind me.

I was safe. I was inside the dorm. No one had chased me. I peeked out the window beside the doorway, and I couldn’t see anything in the darkness of the gardens, not the goblin mess, not even Felix.

Was he gone? Should I tell the prefects?

No. I’d already told him I wouldn’t get him arrested. He did save my life.

Why did he do that? Why did he save me? Why was he even there? Why?

He didn’t even know why, so it was stupid for me to try to figure it out.

But he protected me. He pulled me from danger when no one else was coming. He put himself between me and the goblins. He breathed fire to stop my attackers. He held me tight behind his back to keep me from harm.

That had to mean something, right?

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A lesson to not forget.

(Warning: Torture, Burning, Drowning; semi-graphic.) - RP Log - [6:20 PM] Elstine: It was a weird place of being, if that at all; an equally odd and unsettling sensation of feeling nothing all around your form. You could not see, for there were no eyes to do so - nor mind to process. There was only the feeling of nothing; floating through the endless void undisturbed darkness endlessly swallowing up the small, meaningless aura of one's self. Is this your essence? Is this all that you were? Were you dead? Was this your final destination, your resting place? Imagining your body, your face was done with a severe difficulty and an ebbing pain that'd consume you with a fierce throb for everyone ment spent thinking of your existence - perhaps you never existed, perhaps nothing ever did. Who could prove otherwise? Moreover, how long had you been this way? Seconds? Days? Years? Generations? - There was no time to tell, nor anything to keep track. It was in this low burning sensation within yourself that existence itself began to thrive, the head on your shoulders returning, your and feet slowly forming into the void that provided a feeling not unlike swimming in a pool, floating with no mass around you - neither sinking nor falling; nor moving nor staying. You simply were, with nowhere to be and nowhere to go. It was cold without the heat of the sun, or any light around - your body would sting and your muscles twitch and convulse as the brisk, overwhelming aura of the void eagerly consumed the warmth provided by your beating heart, and thinking mind. Your lungs began to shriek and burn as you breathed in, finding no air to draw, your heart began to ease to a slow drum as your veins began to clot and freeze. [6:20 PM] Elstine: Finally, there was a bright, throbbing light in the distance - a burning star it seemed; but the heat it produced waved through the area and brushed against your flesh, and soon the sensation of gravity, weight came with it as your feet pressed onto suddenly appearing white tiles; the building of white cobble walls forming around the floor to create a snow-esque room sanctioned in purity; empty just as the void other than the warmth and the blinding sea of white - and finally within this Sea, Elstine appeared... Opening a wooden door from what seemed a mile away, the endless twisting nether behind him as he eased out onto the floor, dusting himself off casually as he made his way over to yourself. "Well, how was that?" He chirped up, a few steps away, finally reaching a conversation lengths away within a few more brisk steps. [6:27 PM] N3ro: The girl was in one place then simply... not. There was no forest, no birds singing their songs. Was she even her? Where was she? What vile magic had been casted upon her? She had no clue, such things were beyond her knowledge. There was panic, was she dead? Dying? It burned, this was a foreign pain to her and it struck a fear in her. Was she going to become one of those dead things she dreaded when out in the graves? The disconcerning sensation did nothing to help with this as she finally felt her body take form. It was rather jolting, to be nothing then something. It made her feel ill, but there was nothing left within her stomach to be relieved of. The room began to focus, shift into view. White, all white. So pure, clean, surely she'd stick out. Was she still soaked? She didn't know, nor did she care. Hazel eyes looked around until the sound of a door opening made her turn to attention and lo and behold there was Elstine as she tensed. Lips parted to try to find words, even before he neared. But his question is what got her to answer, "...where am I?" She croaked out, wiping at her nose, "The woods..." She began then trailed off. [6:33 PM] Elstine: Elstine stood idle for some time, staring down at Bones for a good moment before providing a soft smile. "Oh, Bones - I want to help you, I'll make you better, I'll make you -something-. But, like all parents sometimes they must be firm with their children; they know not what they do. It doesn't make me happy, nor satisfied - But you'll learn, you will adapt. You will listen, you will obey, and one day you'll be the envy of soldiers everywhere." With that, Elstine turned and began to take his leave heading back to that same single wooden door off in the distance that seemed like miles; time seemed irrelevant here - skipping beats and shortening and lengthening in random spurts; before she knew it he'd take hold of the rusted iron handle, pulling the door open and disappearing behind it. She'd again be alone in the white room, the only sound being that of her own blood rushing through her ears, her heart-beating, and the shallow breath in the low-oxygen field. Sometime would pass before a sudden, booming voice radiated through the corridor. "Jump." it demanded. [6:41 PM] N3ro: His smile was something odd to her, smiles were odd to her in general. His words though, were even odder. He was sounding like a father and it was foreign to her. Her lips formed a tiny 'o' even as he spoke, especially at his plans to make her the envy of soldiers everywhere. But how? She wondered, she was a scrawny little shit who was a terrible drunk and didn't understand how most people operated. "Hey! Where are you going?!" She called out, beginning to step after him, but whatever magic was within this room... prison? Was it a prison? Seemed to halt her as she paused and saw him vanish behind the door. Alone, the girl was alone. This wasn't unusual to her, but the time with others had allowed her to grow soft maybe? Bones turned in a tight circle to peer around the room, left only with her thoughts and the noises of own body. It was hard to breathe for her, she tried to take deep, gulping breaths but this wasn't to be done. Beginning to fear she'd been stuck there forever a strange voice boomed out, a command as she jolted in fear and surprise, "Who said that?!" She demanded in return. [6:44 PM] Elstine: And in response, an agonizing rippling of lighting sprang forth from the floor below her feet and just above; forming a circuit with the girl's body. The intense energy would run through her body, for no short amount of time - the moments of pity and slaps on the wrist were gone; Elstine needed results -now-. The splits and jumps of time certainly didn't help in the lasting effect; time slowing and speeding up the agonizing twitches and jerks of muscles convulsing and blood seeming to boil; flesh burning and melting - only for it to finish, and her body restored to its former condition - though the pain still rang fresh in her mind. The voice echoed again. "Crawl." [6:50 PM] N3ro: To her knees she fell, agony, nothing like she had ever felt, ripped through her body making the small woman scream, hot tears streaming from her cheeks. Fists slammed against the floor as if this would abate the pain, it seemed to go on for eternity. The shifts and twitches, were they twitches, in time only made things more terrible for the girl. The petite frame was torn asunder, or so she thought before her flesh was whole again as she dared a peek at her one hand. The crude "T" still visible but she was alive... how? Again, the voice demanded something of her and she obeyed, slowly and with a shaky motion moved forward upon her hands and knees a couple steps, "Quit it! I'm sorry! I'll learn!" [6:58 PM] Elstine: The bright white of the room seemed to tarnish; a low hum of red beginning to form as the temperature began to rise - the smell of cooking leather and cloth could be raised to the drying nostrils; itchy, red eyes lacking in moisture could see smoke rising from your feet; the sweat pouring from your flesh quickly rose to the surface and boiled leaving welts of red across your body; looking down at what now was a mind-numbing pain, you could see the blinding red-orange of the floor below, your feet dipping into the magma-like material; the leather and cloth of your shoes being consumed in a molten fire that soon met with your flesh and bone, charring the muscles and sinews alike; the intense heat in the air alone began to boil the blood underneath the skin, causing intense blistering of the flesh as little Bones slowly sank into the melting floor; until the temperatures rang so hot her hair combust into a brilliant flame, eyes beginning to break down from the intense heats; the jell within boiling and bursting. And again, the time warped and drifted - shifting in speeds, dragging to a crawl and rushing frantically making the already slow process seem even slower; but just as last time. Blinking, Bones again appeared in the pearl-white room, repaired and ready for another round. "Jump." The voice echoed again. [7:07 PM] N3ro: She had managed to push herself onto her hands and knees, a small reprieve maybe? Did her apology work? Quickly she wiped her eyes and nose, now dripping their appropriate liquids, but at lowering her hands she noticed the room's colors shift... To red? What was happening? It didn't take long for her to discover as the heat rose. She felt like she was boiling in her gifted leathers and it only become more terrible. Bones rubbed at her eyes and nose trying to remedy the dryness, blinking rapidly as even her vision blurred. The heat rising in waves from the floor and it seemed everywhere. The intensity only became greater as she began to shriek, her throat quickly going raw and hoarse from the extreme heat and her own terrified cries. What was this?! Was he going to kill her, if he was why hadn't he done so already? "N-no!" She gasps out feeling the magma-esque material consume her, swallow her. Fingers clawed at anything she could grasp or felt she could grasp. It became dark as her eyes boiled and exploded, leaving the little one blind and helpless. This torture went on what felt like for eternity, no peace, no sweet embrace of death was given to her. Instead, she was left standing and whole... Hands quickly patted her body as she spun in a circle, sobs of relief coming from Bones before that damned voice echoed around her. "If I jump will you stop?!" She screams, before both feet leave the ground in a jump, "Can I go back now?! Please!" [7:17 PM] Elstine: The room seemed to creak, becoming alive with various noises as the ground shifted below; large cracks forming in the walls and floor around her; then water began to spring in in violent ripples and tides; steadily filling the room with a consistent but by no means rushed stream of water - it'd be a slow gain of the chilly liquid. Inch by inch, cup by cup filling the room. First resting at her feet, and then her shins, making its way up to her knees; she was going to drown... And it would not be fast or sudden, no, he wanted to provide the time for her to consider her life, consider her choices, consider her actions, and behavior - and he wanted her to question all of it; now it was to her waist and midsection - she still had plenty of time, but what could she do? There was no where to escape, no where to swim to - no one to save her. "You will do as you are told, without question, without complaint - that is your life, that is your role. You will be a soldier, you will be an adult, you will be -my- soldier. You will be the best; or die trying." It was soft ebbing voice, entering into her mind unlike the outside, echoing voice that had commanded her. Now the water was near her collar and rising; her body would begin to shiver from the sharp cold of the intense blue and surprisingly salty water. "It is time to grow up, it is time to stop fighting your future, and become what you were meant to be." Before she knew it, the room would be filled, a moment for a last grasp for air was given before the water tipped over her head and filled the entirety of the room; letting her settle [7:17 PM] Elstine: underneath the tides of the now stagnant water; the pressure alone seemed intense as more and more water was pressed into the enclosed space, making it difficult for her to move, and her lungs began to contract and collapse. The bile in her lungs would build up, and expel through her mouth in a white, frothy foam from the lack of oxygen until finally she'd see the last visage - of nothing but blue and the last few bubbles escaping up to the surface; light fading from her eyes. Then, she'd awake once more - dry, and healthy standing in the same spot as before. "Jump." The voice repeated. [7:31 PM] N3ro: What was that noise? Looks around her with a fearful curiosity, Bones didn't need long to discover what each creak and groan was. Water, gallons upon gallons of it seemed to pour from the large cracks that had taken form along the walls and floor. Jumping away, trying to escape the rising water she looked desperately for an escape. Boots quickly grew soaking wet and pinched. It was freezing and rising. The slow crawl of the fluid only made the fear bubble moreso within her chest as she whimpered moving in slowly circles backwards as if to flee the encroaching demise. There was no one around, she remembered telling Curse she hoped she had drowned at sea but it seemed that was to be Bones' fate. Why did she survive the orcs slaying her parents to die here? Die in this magic room that seemed to only torture her and terrify her. She wanted to go home, but she didn't truly have a home. Was a coffin a home? Was lurking in seedy taverns and inns any place for a girl to call home? Each time she felt death, it reminded her of how alone she was, how weak and mortal she truly was. A voice filled her panic stricken mind as she grew still, listening. It was the Partician's right? She couldn't know anymore because by this point the water was near her collar and her drowned clothes offered nothing in the form warmth having already began to shiver almost violently. The chillness taking her breath away as bits of the salt water entered her mouth as she tried to get a proper breath. [7:31 PM] N3ro: "I'll lis--" She was cut off as the that last gasp of air was taken as the water enveloped her head. Arms and limbs flailed frantically, those few swimming lessons that Rat had given forgotten in her struggle to live. The water stung her eyes, filled her nose and mouth as she tried to scream, anything to live. Desperate hands made a mad grab for the surface even as the edges of her vision grew dark. The still waters being her last vision until she woke once again, the cycle repeating. This on and on action of pain, agony, death and life was no doubt wearing on the little Bones as she simply jumped, wanting it to stop. She wanted to go back to the camp, to the other plebs, even Frank. [7:35 PM] Elstine: "Good, you did not comment, you did not question; you simply did. -That- is soldiering; and you felt it... You wanted to be somewhere, you wanted to go to someone's. You have a home, and you have a family, Bones - it's the only place you belong; and I can take it all away - as fast as I gave it all to you. Be thankful, for what you have - you never know when it might go away." The voice again ebbed into her mind, seeming to echo throughout her skull. For the time being, she was done here - the walls seemed to unceremoniously fall around her, making no noise as they did so - and then the floor floated right out from underneath her; disappearing into the void and leaving her in the darkness all over again where she had started - where it all began, and where it'll all end. We will always return here. She would simply float, and exist in the void for an undescribed time.

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Notes: Hi everyone. Get ready for things to hot up, and for them to take a pretty big step. Just a warning, the first part of this chapter has a sex dream. It’s not overly graphic, but it’s there.

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Chapter Six - Dream, Reality

Day Five: Friday

Freed had been reading, he thought, but he didn't care to remember. The situation was much more interesting.

He was lounging on one of the sofas in his study, a glass of port to his right, and his fireplace flickering before him. It was night, he thought, and there was the heavy pattering of a rainstorm on the roof. This would all be par for the course, if it weren't for the fact Gajeel Redfox was curled up on the sofa, his head resting in Freed's lap as if a cat curling up for warmth. Even more peculiar was how Freed found his hand carding through Gajeel's hair, and felt an odd sense of utter contentment in the entire situation.

Gajeel looked softer, now. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep. Just relaxing. Freed had never thought of Gajeel as a man who could relax, as ridiculous as that sounded. Gajeel always seemed like he had some kind of a facade up - one where he was slightly exaggerating the toughness while downplaying the emotional side - and as such never could fully shut his mind off.

It warmed Freed to know Gajeel trusted him enough to be like this around him.

Why did he trust Freed enough to be like this around him?

Why was he lying with his head in Freed's lap?

When had they even gotten into his study?

Before the questions could really hit him, Freed realised Gajeel was talking. The words weren't exactly words, but more a deep grumbling, tired and hoarse, that sent a pleasant chill down Freed's spine. Though he couldn't decipher the words, Freed instinctively knew the meaning behind them. He was talking more about Draconic culture, retelling the stories and folklore that his father had gifted to him in his childhood. It was a private thing, something Gajeel would only let himself talk about with someone he truly cared for.

Freed's hand was still stroking through Gajeel's shockingly silky hair, scratching his scalp every once in a while to get Gajeel to grin. The other man was a darling when he was like this, and in an odd way it made Freed find his more manic, rough-edged side more enticing. Gajeel was a man who could use his fists to get out of most situations, but he was a hell of a lot more than that.

"What 'cha thinkin' about, pretty-boy?" Gajeel's words were clear now, and Freed smiled about the term of endearment.

He knew that nicknames were something important to Gajeel, Freed was beginning to understand that. While they could just seem like terms of endearments, or insults depending on the recipient, they were perhaps more than that. They were an encapsulation of who Gajeel thought you were, and while Freed suspected Gajeel thought more of him than his looks, the nickname still made him smile. The initial nickname of City-Boy had been meant to demean him, whereas the slip up of Pretty-Boy was more of a compliment.

The tides of their relationship were changing now, and Freed couldn't help but feel flattered and excited by that. Gajeel, now that he could think objectively about him, was a man who could hold a lot of potential for Freed. Every time he thought of Gajeel's history lesson about his culture, something inside Freed burned with anticipation.

Gajeel and him could be something interesting. Something new.

It didn't answer how they'd gotten into this situation.

Pushing himself up, Gajeel was now eye level with Freed. His intoxicatingly red eyes ensnared Freed, and the grin of delightfully sharp teeth held a promise of excitement. Gajeel leant forward, twisting so he was on all fours and trapping Freed in place on the sofa. He leant in so close that Freed could feel his breath on his lips.

"Let's take yer mind off things," Gajeel promised.

Gajeel all but pounced onto Freed, knocking him back. The world seemed to swirl and distort around them, and in the blink of an eye Freed had left his study and they were both in the forest clearing again. Freed was splayed out on his back, Gajeel pinning his hands above his head. Gajeel's clothes were gone now, as were Freed's, and the cold damp stone below him made him shiver with anticipation.

This was a dream, Freed realised. Hardly an innocent dream, though.

Leaning further down, Gajeel's teeth were biting and nibbling at Freed's neck, sucking and marking him without restraint. Freed groaned quietly, and Gajeel laughed a little in his ear. He began to pepper light kisses over Freed's jaw, landing the final kiss to the left of his lips.

"Yer mine, pretty-boy," Gajeel murmured, voice like seductive honey. "And you ain't getting away."

"I didn't intend on leaving," Freed heard himself saying, and he could see Gajeel's eyes sparkling. "But, let me correct you Gajeel. I am not yours. But you are mine."

Freed wrapped his legs tight around Gajeel's - the rubbing of their cocks together made them both moan - but then flipped them over. Gajeel was pushed onto his own back with Freed straddling his hips. It was a reflection of how they'd been when wrestling in the forest, but this felt different. Whereas their fight had been charged with anger and resentment, this was fuelled by lust. They were two men in the depths of passion, with the world extending only to one another.

Gajeel looked up at Freed with an expression he could only describe as horny, and Freed relished the sight. He leant down and began peppering light kisses on the man's muscular body, smirking with a little cruelty as he bit Gajeel's nipple and made him groan.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" He teased, and Gajeel glared.

"Fuckin bit me," Gajeel grunted. "I'll get ya back for that."

Freed grinned, and smirked at Gajeel when his kisses went lower and lower, down the centre of his rippling stomach muscles. Gajeel groaned again, running his hands over Freed's body. The rough calluses seemed to glide over Freed's near-unblemished stomach and chest, teasing and kneading at his muscles.

He suddenly pulled Freed down, and their strong bodies ran against one another. Freed smirked at Gajeel and began to bite at the man's skin again, loving the slight taste of metal that the man held.

"Fuck," Gajeel panted, and Freed smirked. "Yer right, I'm yours."

"As if it were in doubt," Freed chuckled, running his hand from Gajeel's chest to his abs to his dick.

He grabbed both of their members and started to stroke them, thrusting his body to rub against Gajeel's abs. Gajeel groaned and moaned, and Freed felt fire coursing through him as the sudden fury of an orgasm rocked him. Gajeel seemed to notice, and smirked up at him with a beautifully cocky look. He knew what was going to happen, and he knew he was to blame.

Fuck, it was going to happen. So close. So damn close-

Then he woke up.

He was in his bed, panting and sweating under the sheets. His head swam in confusion for a moment, and he blinked himself open. It was earlier in the morning than he normally would be awake in, and the sensation was confusing for a moment. That quickly gave way to a horrid flush of embarrassment at what his dream had been. There was something twisted about dreaming about a man he barely knew, and had spent the better part of a week quarreling, in such a depraved way. It was worse still given how Freed's subconscious had wanted to fuck in the same place they had hated one another.

Should he do something about it, though? Gajeel was undoubtedly a gorgeous man in every sense of the word. Freed could admit a broad chested man with piercings was a turn on, albeit a turn on that was new to Freed. But they were barely getting along as colleagues, let alone even friends.

No, he would just have to ignore this. A cold shower and a morning run would settle his mind and put his head on straight.

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"Gods dammit," Gajeel grunted, and Freed winced a little as the other man pushed himself off from the ground. "You sure you ain't S-Class with shit like this?"

The two men were in Freed's expansive backyard, surrounded by a ring of fire. Their training exercise of the day had been to have them fight side-by-side against a common enemy. Rather than having another mage come and fight against them, Freed had decided to use another aspect of his simulation runes to create what he called a Mimic. It was a being made up of runes, meant to simulate an opponent. Freed had fueled it with the magic and techniques of their guildmates, and had instructed it to try and beat them in a fight.

More than anything, it was a distraction. After the dream - and Gajeel's slip of the tongue the night before, which had sent a wave of delighted warmth through Freed's heart - Freed needed to refocus his attention. They were here to train, that's all.

"How the hell d'ya have enough magic to have that thing so powerful while yer fighting like normal?" Gajeel asked, panting as he faced the mimic.

"I have an excess of magical energy this time of year," Freed explained, flicking away the few droplets of blood that were dripping down his arms onto his hands. "It's best to use it rather than allow it to linger."

Gajeel nodded, seemingly understanding why Freed had magic and why he shouldn't have any excess magic around him.

The mimic was walking towards them both slowly: a wireframe made of runes. It made a gesture with its hand and suddenly a torrent of Max's sand shot up, a whirlwind of a sandstorm. Freed quick-casted two walls of runes to protect them both, gritting his teeth slightly as his magic took a hammering of relentless sand. It was difficult to see through the miasma of sand, and Freed squinted slightly to see where the mimic was standing.

Suddenly, Gajeel was standing in front of him, body made of metal again. His arms crossed before him, Freed heard a sickly sounding clash of metal on metal. When Gajeel jumped back, Freed saw that a runic replica of one of Erza's swords had been flung towards him, cutting through the runes that had only been meant to protect them from the sand.

"Thanks," Freed panted. "How did you see it?"

"Heard it," Gajeel explained, closing his eyes and clearly focusing on his other senses. "He's to the left of us, I think. Using Juvia's magic."

The torrent of water slammed into them both before either man had time to react, and Freed grunted as he was pushed to the back of the circle of fire. Gajeel washed up beside him, as soaked to the bone as Freed was, coughing up magically made water. Freed was on his feet first, as Gajeel had taken the brunt of the attack. When he saw the mimic getting closer while Gajeel was recovering, Freed pulled out his sword and brandished it before him.

Borrowing transformation from either Elman or perhaps Pantherlilly, the runic man grew into an imposing figure of unnatural muscles. It lurched towards Freed with a monstrously large fist, aiming for Freed's head in a cruel punch.

For a moment, Freed could do nothing but parry the onslaught of blows. His sword swung quickly through the air, blocking every punch, kick and attempted bite from the runic creature. The speed of the blows were so fast and relentless that Freed didn't have the chance to land a counter attack, and he grit his teeth as he glanced over his shoulder and towards where Gajeel had been. He was no longer there, and Freed had to hope he was readying for an attack.

The next second, a metal fist slammed into the mimic's stomach, knocking it back a few feet.

"You okay?" Freed asked when Gajeel stood beside him again.

"Just winded," Gajeel explained, iron creeping over his body entirely now. "You?"

"Fine," Freed stated, though his arms were aching slightly now.

They both looked at the mimic, which was standing still. The wireframe of runes was inhumanely looking at them, and Freed knew that it was calculating their next steps. A moment later, lightning seemed to be gathering over the mimic's hands, crawling up its body in the same way Laxus' lightning would moments before he would use his dragon's roar. Freed's eyes widened a little - he had given the mimic too much of his magical energy if it could use dragon slayer magic - and he quickly realised that he didn't have time to write the lighting repellent runes on them both.

"Shit," Gajeel murmured, looking at the ground. "The water."

Freed looked down at the puddle of water below them, and then realised the plan the mimic had. Before he could think, he cast his wings and began to fly, hooking his arms around Gajeel's waist and forcing them both off the ground. The lighting magic shot from the mimic, sparks covering the pools of water on the ground.

Undeterred, the mimic began a new onslaught. Using Laki's magic now, wooden projectiles shot out towards them both, attempting to loosen Freed's grip on Gajeel to make him fall. Gajeel began to punch the projectiles, destroying them on contact.

"You've gotten rid of it before, right?" Gajeel asked between punches. "How?"

"I've not actually beaten it yet," Freed confessed, and Gajeel shifted to look towards him incredulously. Freed quickly shunted them both down when a wooden beam flew towards them. He landed them both on a dry patch of ground, before speaking again. "I treat it more like a punching bag than an opponent. Hit it as much as my body allows before dispelling it."

"Fuck that," Gajeel said firmly, rolling his shoulders back and straightening his back. Freed swallowed a little at the sight, his mind flickering back to the dream for just a moment. "It's a spell. Spells can be beaten, and I'm not giving up against that fucking thing."

"Quite right," Freed agreed. His runes were not going to defeat him.

"I say we fucking plaster it with magic," Gajeel suggested, rolling his sleeve up in a show of determination. It was an attractive look. "We both use our most powerful spells on it at the same time, we'll kill the fucking thing."

"Sounds good," Freed nodded, raising his sword. "Ready when you are."

"Iron Dragon's Roar!" Gajeel bellowed at the same time as Freed allowed his most pain filled runes to flow out of him.

Suddenly, Freed was on a high.

Everything about the spell felt different. Like his body was alight with a level of power that he hadn't ever felt before. His blood was burning, his magical energy exploding, his soul flipping and roaring in delight. The magic seemed to be fighting to leave him as if bending to his will more than it ever had before. The power felt lighter than normal, but so much more powerful. Every aspect of the spell felt like it belonged to him and him alone.

He seemed to almost leave his own body as he watched his runes flow forward. They spiralled into Gajeel's roar, merging and coagulating with the Dragon slayer magic. Freed's body felt cold as if pressed against metal, and it was a euphoric feeling.

Gods, what was happening. It was amazing.

Tendrils of runes shot forward and wrapped around the mimic, trapping his limbs as if in bondage. The pain spells seemed to ignite, and the mimic thrashed like any person would under the intense agony Freed's runes would cause. It was then that the dragon's roar hit the bound mimic, and the flurry of iron and magic slammed into it like a relentless torrent of power.

The mimic was ripped apart, disintegrating in the overwhelming magical power. The remaining fire, water and wood dissipated as the mimic died away, leaving Freed and Gajeel alone.

Had they just… Had that been a…

"Holy shit," Gajeel sounded giddy. "Holy fucking shit! We did a fuckin' Unison Raid!"

"Yes," Freed gasped. "I think we did."

"Damn," Gajeel was looking at him with an elated smile, still covered in iron. "I ain't ever done anything like that. Holy shit, that felt so fuckin' good right. Fuck, I feel like I could take down anything right now, y'know what I mean?"

"I do," Freed agreed, and couldn't help but smile at Gajeel.

But this didn't make sense. Unison raids were meant to be a combination of magic between people who had a deep, innately personal connection. So far, all Freed had felt about Gajeel was a mess of confusion. Sometimes he hated the man, and sometimes he had an odd lust for him. So either his magic seemed to know something he did not, or he simply misunderstood how unison raids worked.

"We're gonna kick ass in the tournament," Gajeel smirked, looking to Freed again. His smile faltered a little, and his gaze went slightly to the side. Freed frowned when Gajeel let out a small, "Huh."

"What's wrong?" Freed asked.

"Well, don't get pissy," Gajeel said, voice fighting back amusement and a smile trying to break out again. "But, looks like I kinda left you a reminder of what's happened."

Freed frowned further, and Gajeel slowly brought a metallic hand. It looked as though he was going to cup Freed's cheek for a moment, but then his hand turned into a solid slab of metal. It took Freed a moment to realise he was meant to use the metal as a mirror, and looked at the reflection that Gajeel was offering him. He immediately saw what Gajeel had meant.

During their unison raid, Gajeel had somehow pierced Freed.

On his right ear, five small metal rings, all bullet-grey, had been infused into his ear. Small barbels had been placed on the inside of both of his eyebrows, sharp and unobtrusive. He couldn't feel them at all, and Freed gently ran a finger over them all, a tingling shiver going down him at the feeling. There was a complete and undeniable sensation of rightness to Gajeel's metal being part of him. It was like he belonged as a part of him.

The dream came to mind again, with Gajeel pinning him down and claiming Freed as his own. It was a coincidence, of course, but Freed couldn't help but flush. It felt like he had been claimed.

He should have protested, but instead whispered, "Wow."

"You ain't mad, right?" Gajeel asked.

"No," Freed said immediately. "A little shocked, perhaps. But, well, they look rather good, I think."

"They look fucking hot," Gajeel whispered, and Freed didn't know if he was meant to hear it, so said nothing. The sound of Gajeel's iron turning back to skin filled the silence, and when Freed looked towards him, he paused. Gajeel noticed. "What's wrong, City-Boy?"

"Well," Freed spoke before he could feel disappointed about the return of the nickname. "It appears my magic reciprocated your iron's ideas."

Gajeel's exposed arm was covered in black runes that looked indistinguishable from a tattoo. It covered his right arm entirely, and Gajeel was looking down at the foreign lettering with an overly wide and overly excited smile. He seemed enamoured with the change to his body, and Freed wondered how he might react if he knew what the writing said.

'Ownership.'

Dammit, Freed's magic had essentially laid claim to Gajeel. Of course, 'ownership' was a rough translation, and the actual meaning was a term of endearment. But that was worse! Freed had not only claimed the man, but essentially written something akin to 'My one and only.' Nobody would know, of course, but it didn't change the fact he had done it.

"Yer panicking," Gajeel chuckled. "Don't worry about it. Wanted some ink for a while, you just saved me some jewels."

"You should be angry about this," Freed frowned. "Why aren't you?"

"You should be angry about the piercings, because they're not the type you can remove," Gajeel shrugged. "Why aren't you pissed?"

"Because," Freed began, and sighed. He should be honest about this. "Because having them feels right."

"So does this," Gajeel looked to his arm, grinning slightly. "Feels like I've been missing somethin', kinda. Like I've finally found my style and this completes it."

Freed felt the same, but couldn't say it. Instead, he said, "Why were we able to perform a unison raid? People with connections much deeper than our's have tried and failed. It doesn't make sense."

"Does it matter?" Gajeel shrugged, and Freed stared incredulously because of course it did. When Gajeel looked back to Freed, he seemed to have reached an epiphany that Freed would love to know. "Look, I get why you're feelin' fucked up about it, but there's no point. This week, we were both pretty determined to hate each other and piss each other off, right?"

"Yes, I suppose we were."

"That didn't fuckin' last, right?" Gajeel shrugged. "We were compelled to hate each other by a demon, and we got over it. When we were solvin' puzzles and stopped thinkin' about what we thought of each other, we were a pretty good team. When we had a common enemy, we did a fuckin' unison raid."

"What's your point?" Freed asked, frowning.

"When we get out of our heads, we work out. So why don't we stop fucking thinking about this shit," Gajeel shrugged. "Maybe we take things as they come. We work well together even after we pissed each other off, so why not just accept that? Our magics work together, let's use that to our advantage," Then he looked away, a little bashful. "Seems to me, we're a good team by nature. So why not just let it happen?"

"And the markings?"

"We don't think," Gajeel blushed. "And we see what happens."

When Gajeel looked back at Freed, he had a small, shy smile. It was honest, and Freed felt breathless.

See what happens? He could do that.

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