#papalogia

Some of you have already seen this, bit to those who haven't, here it is. Erik is experimenting what exactly he can ingest with his magic. Poor Rogue watching his older sibling lick a frog he was told not to touch. Based in the Papalogia verse, I give you....

"Dragon prince and the Phrog."

This was fun to draw....might do more. Give suggestions on what I should have Erik ingest next.

@the-dragon-hearted

@spelljammer-geek

So at the end of the final battle, when Acno is all cracking to his death, Natsu is giving him the nakama lecture, right? And Acno gives him a small smile and “I see…” before he disappears? Like in his final moments he finally understood where he went wrong and the value of life and companionship?

Okay, so imagine that because he died in a time-space rift that he absorbed / merged with, he’s like Zeref and Mavis in that that’s not the end for him. His soul doesn’t pass and instead is stretched and launched through time. He puts all his focus into re-manifesting back to the normal world, but finds he’s not “in the present” anymore. It’s after he became the Dragon King, but still before the events of Fairy Tail.

And regardless of when he specifically ended up, it still gives him the opportunity to be there when five little Dragon Slayers with familiar faces come out of black magic time traveling gate in need of a new babysitter. And he decides to put his new understanding of Natsu’s words into action. And he vows that no matter what the future holds, it will not involve these kids having to fight him to the death in a time rift. And these kids never realize it, that this stranger already seems to know about them, and are confused by the guilt in his eyes he thinks he’s hider better than he actually is.

Acts like an disastrous calamity, is a disastrous calamity

Acts like a Grandpa, is actually a disastrous calamity

I'm sorry what the best fanfiction ever written is finally on AO3, I know this is the rewrite shut up.

But if you haven't experienced the Original on wattpad or weren't around for this piece of fanfiction masterpiece it's on AO3 go read it right now.

The original is probably my favorite fanfiction ever written and I've been chasing shit that's half as good since. Acno dening father hood and his struggles with everyone making seem like a hero he isn't at least that's how he views himself. OMG I'm just so fucking happy God this amazing.

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Acnologia & Rogue Cheney & Natsu Dragneel & Sting Eucliffe & Wendy Marvell & Gajeel Redfox, Acnologia & Laxus Dreyar, Acnologia & Cobra | Erik, acnologia & Fairy tail Characters: Acnologia (Fairy Tail), Wendy Marvell, Gajeel Redfox, Natsu Dragneel, Laxus Dreyar, Cobra | Erik, Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, Fairy Tail Guild Additional Tags: Papalogia AU, Fluff, Families of Choice, Fairy Tail Dragon Slayers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Acnologia AU, Doctor Acnologia AU, Fairy Tail Platonic Week 2024, Platonic Relationships, Slice of Life, Non-Linear Narrative, Prompt Fic, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Series: Part 63 of Works by "Prank" (Pseud Series) Summary:

Papalogia AU - But "Acnologia" is his old, pre-corruption "Doctor" self. Using FT Platonic Week 2024 as an excuse to put that idea out there.

All the dragonslayers: It was Gajeel.

"For your own sake,I'm cutting you off your caffeine supply."

Lucy had never imagined that those wouldbecome her famous last words.  Ok maybenot… last, but at least ones she now regretted a great deal.

In her defense, they were wellwarranted.  Mest had stayed up a few toomany nights in a row at the guild hall, zealously researching something in the archivesthere.  In the process consuming far morecaffeine than any one human should in such a short time frame.  So not only was he hyped up on lack of sleep,he was also cruising with enough pharmaceutical grade caffeine in his system todown a Vulcan (how Mest had even procured the stuff was half a mystery byitself).  So Lucy had had no choice butto declare him cut off, and dispose of his stash.  Wendy was beside herself with worry, and Lucywouldn’t allow Mest’s bad health decisions to affect her teammate.  Whatever had piqued his insatiable curiosityto that extent could just wait for him to be of sound mind once more (and notbe a literal terror to his guildmates).

Mest had not taken this too well.  But the second he attempted to do somethingabout it, he’d collapsed on the spot and had to be carted to the infirmary.

And now, thanks to that, she was sittingby the man’s bedside, two days later, wracked with guilt.  Not for having taken away Mest’s caffeine,no.  She felt guilty for not having doneso sooner.  Before it got to this point.

Wendy had assured her (multiple times)that he would be fine once he slept it off and she had him on a drip to preventdehydration and vitamin deficiency and, “really why are you still worrying,Lucy, it could have been much worse."

But the celestial mage couldn’t seem tohelp but be concerned.  She kept tellingherself that she’d feel this way for any of her guildmates, but it felt alittle hollow in her more honest moments with herself.

Was it because she blamed herself for notnoticing earlier and acting on her concern? Really, it wasn’t a secret that Mest could be singularly reckless in hisquest for knowledge, and Lucy knew full well the extents he was capable of andwilling to go to (Wendy’s recounting of how he’d once swum in a freezing canalduring a snowstorm had Lucy in cold sweats).

The man’s curiosity was like a ravenousbeast, Lucy thought.  It would devour himwhole one day.  And she couldn’t help butwonder if it was a side effect from wiping his own memories, his brainfeverishly trying to fill the void left behind and ultimately unable to slakehis hunger for the world.

Watching over him, Lucy resolved to makesure that that outcome would never come to be.   Itwas altogether too much like how she once was – trapped in the confines of herhouse with naught but books and rumors of the outside world to sate her ownstarving mind.

She’d help him, like she should’vebefore.  She’d help him to quiet hisunquenchable thirst, or at the very least make it easier to restrain orcircumvent.