✿ ONLY A DEMON CAN MASTER A DEMON ✿

ahhhhh yes!!! Mirajane and Freed are one of my favorite Fairy Tail couples; hehehe if you consider the headcanon that Freed and Hisui are siblings, it makes it even better when they're with Laxus and Hisui (who are definitely my all time favorite Fairy Tail couple)!!! hope you enjoy this piece!!!

We Watch the Sun

Commissioned by @furidojasutin

Here is a little bit of Mirafreed for you!!! I hope you like it! <3

Mirafreed: You’re Real

          Everything was blurry when Mira came to, the room was dark, her head was pounding. She tasted blood in her mouth, when she lifted her hand to touch her hair it came back red. What… happened? Everything was foggy. Around her other guildmates lay, buried by rubble—there across the room…. She blinked away the fog, her whole body ached, her head felt like it was going to crack under pressure. The dark guild’s most powerful mage, bloody and broken. And standing above her was Freed Justine.

          “Freed…” Mira whispered, but her voice was too hoarse. He had cast Dark Ecriture: Darkness on himself—the forbidden spell. Forbidden… spell… He had used it to fight her… once long ago… now… Everything that had happened before was blurry. The dark guild’s mage… Freed holding Mira’s limp form in his arms.

          “Wake up! Mira…! Mira!”

          “I’ll make sure…” Freed whispered, “By these runes… you shall never breathe again.”

          “Freed!” Mira called, voice cracking, throat sore. Freed froze, turning to see her sitting up. “I’m alright! D-don’t… she’s had enough!”

          For a moment he almost seemed like he would listen, he believed her. But then his expression twisted with rage, and he spun on the beaten mage in the corner. “More of your foolish tricks?!”

          “N-no…” Mira groaned. You have to stand, Mira. You have to get up.

          Her body burned as she shifted her weight. She was sure her ankle was broken, when she stood her knees almost buckled and she let out a yell of pain, stumbling and falling to her knees. “Freed!” She gasped, her whole body trembling. “Stop.” To her feet again, the pain shooting through her leg. She limped forward, one step and then another. “FREED!” She screamed, tears filling her eyes. “Stop!”

          He spun around again, fury in his eyes. “Enough!” Runes appeared across the floor, “What will you do now?” Freed grinned, his eyes almost manic as he glanced back towards the beaten mage. “No phantom of yours can enter these runes!”

          Mira took another step, and then another… and then limped across the runes. “It’s me, Freed.”

          “You… you’re real…” Before he could say anything else, Mira fell against him, wrapping her arms around his middle tight, her knees gave out and Freed caught her, holding her in his arms. “M-Mira.”

          “Stop this, Freed,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision once again.

          He brushed a hand through her hair, and then choked, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “Mira… You’re alive.” The dark ecriture faded away and Freed’s eyes cleared, blue staring into her blue, tears brimming along his eyelashes. “You’re safe… you’re alright!” He rested his forehead against hers, tears rolling down his cheeks, brushing his thumb against her jaw. She nodded, hardly able to see through her own tears.

          “It’s alright. Everything’s alright.” She murmured. Freed shook his head, leaning close and pressing a kiss to her lips.

          “I thought… I was afraid…”

          “I’m not going anywhere,” Mira murmured, cupping his cheek. “You’re stuck with me. Don’t scare me like ever again!”

At rest.... ✨💖✨

Demons

The take-over mage was wiping the already pristine countertop of Fairy Tail's bar for the upteenth time, her hand never stopping the motion despite her mind being elsewhere.

Her gaze was fixated on a corner of the guildhall, vacant save for the lone figure sitting at one of the tables, a place she knew guild members moved to whenever darkness consumed their minds and the bitter liquid in the mugs she brought no longer chased away the demons consuming their thoughts.

She glanced behind her at Laki, who had volunteered to help out during the morning rush and due to Mira still recovering from her injuries.

The event that had come to be called the 'battle of Fairy Tail' had passed with no major casualties, destroyed buildings had been restored, injured guild members treated and peace returned.

However, for those with conflicted minds and turbulent emotions, their demons had stayed.

Being a take over mage specializing in that department, Mira thought she would be a little better in that.

Dealing with them.

The demons.

But ever since that fateful battle between Freed and her, she realized she could not just take over a demon's body and make it her own. She had to confront the demons plaguing her thoughts as well and she had Freed to thank for that realization she'd tried running away from since Lisanna's death.

Grabbing a tray she'd places two cups on, Mirajane excused herself from Laki and walked out from behind the counter, slowly approaching the brooding rune master.

Freed's demon enchantment had been powerful, almost on par with her Satan Soul.

She remembered Freed's words during their fight.

"Only a demon can best a demon."

Mirajane stopped short behind Freed, gently set the tray down on the table and pulled her own chair out opposite of the green haired mage.

Freed didn't outwardly aknowledge her but she could see his shoulders subtly tense at her presence.

Mirajane smiled, pushing the cup of tea closer to him, "I thought you'd like some tea."

Freed still didn't look at her, "Thank you." his voice was low but polite, as if he didn't want to be too loud in case he attracted attention.

Mirajane's soft smile remained, wrapping her hands around her own cup, waiting patiently for the man to start speaking at his own pace. She learned that being patient could go a long way in encouraging people to open up about difficult topics.

Thankfully, Freed seemed to appreciate the sentiment.

"I want to formally apologize for our battle."

The take over mage blinked in surprise, not quite expecting that to be the first thing he said, she smiled and looked at his hair obscuring his face, "Then I'd like to apologize as well."

Finally, Freed turned his head, eyes widened, "Why would you? I was the one that injured your friends and your brother." she could see a storm of powerful emotions in his eyes and Mirajane couldn't blame him avoiding company.

"Yes but...we injured your comrades too. We both hurt each-other despite being on the same side." she sighed, taking a small sip of her tea.

Freed frowned, staring down at his own cup, seemingly lost in thoughts.

Until he spoke again, his voice even quieter than before, "Have you...ever felt darkness within yourself? When you use your Take-Over magic?" Mira looked at him, waiting for him to continue speaking, "During our battle, while I used the forbidden spell...I felt as if the dark magic consumed my thoughts and being and... warped me."

Fairy Tail's white haired beauty smiled sadly, seeing her blurry reflection in the dark tea, "I understand, I felt the same after...after I first used my magic. I defeated the demons only to become a demon myself."

Freed remained quiet for a while, until Mirajane suddenly felt warmth on her own hand and looked up, vibrant green eyes staring into her own accompanied by a soft smile, "You could never become a demon." he squeezed her hand meaningfully and she understood his words, smiling and wiping a stray tear from her eye.

They sipped their tea in comfortable silence, the smiles on their lips brightening the previously dark corner of the guild hall.

A Next Generation Fic

Main Characters: Lacey Dreyar (LaLu), Jean-Luc Justine (MiraFreed)

Plus tons of others - some crack parent ships, some not so much.

Rating: T

Genre: Friendship/Family

Mirajane hummed under her breath, flicking through a catalogue.  She looked up briefly when Freed handed her tea mug to her, taking it with a smile.  Scooting over on the sofa, he joined her with his own steaming mug.

“Have you decided on what to wear to the party, yet?” he asked with amusement, taking a moment to blow on his hot drink to cool it.

Setting down the catalogue, Mirajane wrapped her free hand around the warm mug.  “Unfortunately, the designs this year seem… uninspired.”  She sighed heavily.  “At this rate, I’m tempted to say we should just show up to the party in our demon forms. Those at least are convincing.”

To her surprise, Freed seemed to consider the suggestion seriously, his gaze unfocused as he mulled over her words.  “I don’t see why we cannot,” he finally replied.  “As you said, they are convincing.  They don’t cost any jewels to put together, either.  And we wanted couples’ matching costumes in the first place, so I’m not really seeing any downsides to it.”

“Even though our personalities shift when we’re in those forms?” Mirajane inquired with a wry smile, memories of their battle years before flashing through her mind.

“It will remind them that neither of us are as docile as we usually appear,” Freed quipped.  There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes, one that the darker part of Mirajane liked quite a lot.

After another moment of consideration, Mirajane found herself nodding along.  “We will make quite the pair of devils, won’t we?”

//oh we can do bridal!~!

Prompt: Pillow(s) requested by @impracticaldemon

Universe: Canon

Rating: K+

“You! Idiot!” Every word she said was underlined by the sound of the pillow in her hand meeting his body. Her emotions had taken control the moment the rune mage walked through the door of their house. She had been so worried about him, and feared that he might end up doing something he would regret later on.

“Mira. Mira!” The pillow ending up in his grasp right before it could hit him for the approximately one hundreth time let the take over mage freeze. Her blue eyes gazed up at him, emotions storming in them like untamed waves of the ocean. His tone had grown firm, and the way he had kept the pillow from hitting him one more time just emphasized it.

After a long moment of just looking at each other, Freed slowly shoved her hand that was still holding onto the pillow as well aside. Mirajane gave no hint that she wasn’t gonna hit him with it again, nor did she drop it. But for now that was enough. He needed her to calm down.

And yet still, he wasn’t the first one to speak up. Instead it was her, lips quivering with a mixture of anger and relief. “I was worried about you, Freed.” Mira shook her head, gaze cast down.