#:birthday

[dancexmin]

[/ covers her eyes from behind ] Happy birthday. [/ whispers into her ear and lets go off her to hand her a box full of muffins ]

*she squeals and turns on her feet, hugging you tight* Thank you so much Hyomin! You’re awesome! 

[bixlowhemianrhapsody]

[/paints your cheeks with smileys]

"Ahihihi~! Nice one, Lisanna! I’ll have my revenge soon enough!"

[bixlowhemianrhapsody]

Bix, I remember - I know - today is a special day…isn’t it? You may not really deem it a very special one, but actually it is. Though…everyday with you is kind of…well….turbulent for sure. Yeah, I guess no one dares to deny that you are a troublemaker. Sort of. But everyone needs this kind of dork, right? I am not going to say that anyone here is…normal. Because that would be a lie. Anyways, this is not about being a complete idiot or not. This is about you. It’s your Birthday. And definitely not the first one we will spend together. Together with Laxus and Ever. I am not going to wreak revenge on you because you gave me this red apron with the writing ‘Kiss the cook’ as present for my last birthday. And no I am definitely not going to attempt to be funny in this letter because you know how that would end. Uh well. .I probably shouldn’t write that much as well, huh? Hmm. You know, we know each other for so long. And talking about writing; there…there are actually now words to express how glad I am that Laxus, Ever, you and I found each other. This is going to last forever, right? I know it will. Our bonds are too strong; no one will ever be able to destroy them. People may hurt our body…and are sure as hell able to cause us emotional suffering…but our friendship is a different story. You know what I am trying to say. I know that you know. So…I’ll just stop here before this is going to have the length of a novel. Perhaps I am exaggerating again, but you always tell me to stop writing, hm?Overworking, overworking. Though this is no work right now. Sometimes I should listen to you more often……maybe. Either way, this is your time and your day. I want you to enjoy it and be around all the people who are important to you.

    Signed, Freed.~

PS; I hope you like the present.

                                                                                                            [And next to the letter there would be a packet of mid-size and a smaller one. The smaller one was a simple box-like present and as soon as the seith mage would open it he could spot the black nail polish he usually used, his favorite one. The bigger package, however, would contain something way more special and personal. Freed knew his friend long enough to know some of his dreams and thus, he had decided to construct something on his own. He was not used to this kind of task and it had taken him quite a while, yet it was ready after all and the rune mage was contented with the result. He just hoped that Bixlow would like the idea, too. A purple braid beautified the wrapping, apart from that it looked pretty simple as well. Yet, what his best friend would find inside of it were four, with a great deal of trouble carved, puppets. Freed knew about the seith mage’s dream to create a puppet theater and so he had decided to finally try and create puppets on his own. It had been the first time that he attempted something like this and perhaps they looked a bit…customized at some parts but they didn’t look bad at all, actually. Besides, the most important aspect was the all the heart he had put into them. Bixlow could decide on his own what he would do with them: With the four little puppet versions of themselves, Laxus, Ever, Freed and Bixlow. The green-haired man would be fine with everything. As long as Bixlow was happy with it.]

He didn’t need to inspect the packaging any further to know who these gifts were from. There was only one person in the face of Earthland who would go through this much effort to get him, not only one, but two presents. The rune mage had always jested that he would never give Bixlow a gift ever again, after he received that apron whose design made Freed cringe. Hey, at least it was functional, and it was being used a lot! The seith mage knew, though, that his best friend would never really take the plan seriously, because after all, they were best friends.

He opens the smaller gift and finds a bottle of black nail polish of the exact shade that he used all the time. One would find it weird that he used it a lot, but he was the Raijin who uses the least beauty products, even if the polish was taken into account.

He proceeds to the other package, laced with his favorite color. He takes a few seconds to examine how beautifully wrapped it was before excitably tearing the exterior layer off. They were dolls - wooden, his favorite kind. And these were not just any regular old dolls, for they resembled the Raijinshuu and Laxus. Bixlow thought that Freed handcrafted these himself, for they were far from perfect. But in some way, they were perfect too, for some exact miniature would not have the heart and soul that Freed into his creations.

He then moved on to reading the note that accompanied the presents. Freed was always such a sappy guy, and this letter was proof of that. Bixlow let out a huge breath of emotion after reading the contents of the piece of paper. He chuckled softly to himself, happy that he had a best friend like Freed. He was right, the two of them, the Raijinshuu, Fairy Tail, these were indeed bonds that are going to last forever - and that was better than any birthday present.

[bixlowhemianrhapsody]

"I think it's someone's special day~" She knew what he would want: For her to get a damn date. A marriage certificate. Something to do with that nonexistent relationship with Elfman he was too obsessed with, really. What a weirdo... "I may have something for you. I may not. I guess you're at my mercy, ain'tcha~?" (shhh i know im late but i was asleep and then at school)

Ah, yes! Here she was - the one and only fairy queen of Fairy Tail. Hopefully this year, she was going to give him the birthday gift of his dreams - her marriage to Elfman Strauss. But it seemed like he was going to be disappointed yet again, for there was no ring on her finger.

"Ever! And here I was thinkin’ that ya’ forgot ‘bout me! And nah, ya’ don’t have ta’ give me a gift. Unless, of course - it’s an invitation to your wedding with Elfman? Ahihihi~!"

[bixlowhemianrhapsody]

Of course, he did not forget his comrade's special day, thus for buying a present for him. He handed over a bag that included expensive garments. "I guess i should say happy birthday. Make sure to wear this, if you want to get laid." A chuckle would escape from his lips, the moment he finished his comment.

Knowing Laxus, it was most probably another bag of lined fur coats, animal-print shirts, and whatnot. He had received the same selection from the thunder mage last year, and those were almost left untouched! Sadly, Laxus’ style didn’t mix well with his own ‘eccentric knight chic’. But again, it was still very much appreciated. A slight chuckle escaped Bixlow’s lips at the jest of his leader, and ignoring that comment, he proceeded to voice his gratitude.

"Thanks Laxus! Pretty soon, I’ll be a grumpy old man like ya’! Nyahahahaha! Lookin’ forward ta’ join ya’ in that phase of life! Nyahahahahaha! (Phase! Yuhp!)"

[bixlowhemianrhapsody]

"I got no present for your birthday but I'm sure you don't need a present. After all you will be 'an old man' like me. So Happy belated birthday bix, sorry I'm a few hours late."

"Ya’ ain’t late at all, Laxus! You’re just in time, actually! And yeah, ya’ know I don’t need a gift from ya’! I don’t want ‘cha goin’ through all that trouble for me. Now, let’s go get Freed an’ Ever, ‘cause I got somethin’ planned!"

[bixlowhemianrhapsody]

Since few days Juvia was working on that birthday present for the puppet master. A bunch of self-made dolls she handed over to him nicely packed. "Ha - Happy Birthday, Bixlow-san. Juvia hopes you'll like her present."

"Oh wow, Juvia! Ya’ wenr through all this effort? They’re awesome! Thanks, baby! Ahihihi~!"