I have so many requests to catch up on! T^T I’m so sorry, guys! Life has been pretty crazy. But here’s a WIP and a promise to you all that I’m working on them! <3
ponytail Freed + tank top Freed = yummy
Also, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES! May the Fourth be with you!!!
Freed cringed as he was sent flying through the air, his jaw smarting from the lightning-powered punch. They’d been training just outside of town for about an hour, drawing quite the crowd.
“Get up, Justine,” Laxus said with exasperation. “I know you’re holding back to make me look good, and it’s starting to piss me off.” His steely grey eyes fell on his partner, who was picking himself up off the ground.
“As you wish, Laxus,” Freed replied. He threw his coat to the side and spat blood onto the ground. “There’s a spell I’ve been keeping to myself for a while, and I’ve wanted to try it’s effects.” The wind picked up, blowing his bangs to the side to reveal a glowing purple eye. I wasn’t exactly planning on showing my new technique in front of so many people, but since it’s Magnolia, it shouldn’t be a problem.
It was then that Laxus noticed Freed writing some runes. However, instead of the deep purple they usually are, these were royal blue.
“Dark Ecriture: Demon Possession, Prince of Hell!” The script began to multiply and spin around the rune wizard in speedy circles. Through the runes, the dragon slayer could see Freed’s body twitching as if he were having a seizure. His eyes rolled, turning black with glowing blue irises. His body was enveloped in a black, shadowy state, similar to when he cast “Dark Ecriture: Darkness.” A piercing screech cut the air, and a flash of light blinded the crowd of onlookers.
When it was safe to look, Laxus opened his eyes. Before him was Freed; or whatever Freed had turned into. It scared him to think that he felt so mesmerized by this being, yet nervous about what could possibly happen to him.
In essence, the man before him looked like Freed. His hair was still green, and he looked, for the most part, human. This was a big change in comparison to his other demon forms.
Instead of his trademark black pants and white boots, he was wearing a blue and black bodysuit that hooked under his heels, exposing the top of his feet. It had a high neck, and the arms ended in gloves that ended at the first knuckle of each finger. Around his shoulders was a simple black cape with a chain closing it near the top. His bangs were a bit disheveled, as was some of his hair. What looked like a set of cracks crossed his face, from the left of his hairline to the right of his cheek. Protruding from his back were a magnificent pair of wings, consisting of three sections; the top and bottom layers were black, and the middle layer, blue. They looked similar to the wings of a butterfly.
If Laxus wasn’t so worried, he’d take all the time in the world to admire his demon prince. But he was on edge, preparing for any sudden attacks. It seemed like Freed was calculating his next move, so he had to be on his guard.
The attack he expected would never come. The rune wizard’s spectacular form began to flicker, then disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. Freed was once again normal, but his expression told Laxus that this spell had taken all of his magic power. This proved to be true when Freed’s knees gave way and his body crumpled to the ground.
“Freed!” Laxus yelled, his voice laced with panic as he sprinted to his fallen partner. He rolled the exhausted body onto its back, a box closing in around him as he realized Freed was not awake. In desperation he began calling Freed’s name, shaking him, sending little shocks of electricity into his body in hopes of waking him up. He can’t be gone, Laxus thought. There’s no way… I know he’s breathing, but if he doesn’t wake up…
Suddenly, Freed’s eyes shot open. His breaths were going in and out like he had just sprinted 50 miles with Acnologia chasing him. He turned away quickly, coughs following before a tar-like substance spewed from his mouth and nose.
“SOMEONE GET PORLYUSICA!” Laxus screamed, tears bursting from his eyes.
“L-Lax-” Freed tried to speak, but doubted over as more liquid poured from his facial orifices.
“It’s gonna be okay, Freed,” the dragon slayer choked out. He leaned over him protectively, rubbing soothing circles against his partner’s back.
“I… know tha-” The rune wizard hacked again. “Just… listen… a sec.” The fits were beginning to subside, and the black goo was no longer leaking out of Freed’s mouth and nose. “It’s… side effect… of the spell. I’m fine.” His voice was a dull croak, but Laxus heard every word.
“Wait,” the blonde began. “So… this is what happens every time you cast the spell?” Freed nodded.
For a while, Laxus sat in silence. Then, without warning, he laid a flat-handed SMACK! to Freed’s cheek. It was obvious that he had held back, but it stung nonetheless.
“How DARE you!” Laxus bellowed. “You couldn’t have fucking told me this was going to happen before you did the fucking spell?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING, DAMMIT!” The rune wizard cradled his red cheek, eyes scrunched in pain.
“I-I’m sorry, Laxus. I-”
“What the fuck were you thinking, Freed?! I almost had a heart attack watching that happen! Do you understand how hard it was for me to see that, not knowing what the fuck is going on and being unable to stop it?!” Laxus felt warm arms wrap around his neck, green hair nestled in his shoulder in his right field of vision.
“I know,” Freed murmured. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. I understand how horrifying that must have looked. The side effects of the spell were the last thing on my mind before casting it.”
“God dammit,” Laxus cringed. “I didn’t mean to hit you out of anger like that. I promised myself I’d never do that. I’m really sorry, Freed. I promise you it will never, ever happen again.” He embraced the rune wizard gently, peppering his forehead with kisses.
“Forgiven and forgotten,” Freed replied, wiping the remaining paste from his face. “But I think you deserve punishment for that strike.”
“Good. Because if I don’t do somethin’ for hittin’ you like that, I’d feel like shit.”
“You can start by carrying me home. I doubt I’ll be able to walk on my own; I can’t feel my legs.” The dragon slayer gladly picked up his tired partner, lightning crackling around them as he prepared to teleport them home.
On occasion, their sparring gets out of hand, but it’s the end of the battle that they both look forward to most.
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Soooo… The next few short fics for Fraxus Week are probably going to be a little late, unless I get today’s prompt and tomorrow’s prompt done tomorrow. It’s pretty late here in the Midwest, so I’m going to save today’s prompt for when I’m awake.
Day two of the trip was fairly similar to day one. We told mom that we are trans, which went well if somewhat anticlimactically. We stayed in a much nicer inn last night with a lovely balcony view. Day three begins bright and early.
