This one-shot is a prize (one of three) to Kitty723 for being a smart cookie. (and I say one of three because she gave me three amazing prompt that I can't help but want to write all three of them)

I don't own the characters, just this writing work! :D

Prompt: When the Thunder Legion come back with a genderbent Freed, the Legion tries to keep it a secret. But when the guild starts flirting with Freed, will Laxus be able to control his anger.

Enjoy~!

None of them knew how it came to this, but it happened.

Freed was cursed. A trap was set off while the Thunder Legion was snooping around a dark guild's base and somehow managed to only hit the green haired mage. In fact, the trap itself was odd. With this curse, it transformed the victim into the opposite gender. So, in other words: Freed turned into a girl.

When the trap when off, none of them knew what had happened to the rune mage. He didn't appear to be any different, so they continued their mission and completed the job.

It was only when the four returned to Fairy Tail was when everyone began to take notice in Freed's curse. The guild members could see a slight difference in Freed's body, however his coat blocked any sort of view of the mage's body.

Evergreen was the one to notice Freed's change first. With a finger tapping her chin, she muttered to herself – in which Bickslow overheard, "Is it just me, or are Freed's hips wider than normal?"

The Seith mage huffed in confusion. He spared a glance at Freed who was over at the bar talking with Mira Jane. He tilted his head to the side and replied, "I can't tell, but he looks the same to me."

The brunet hummed to herself. She didn't press the matter but she didn't drop it from her thoughts. There was something off about Freed and it wasn't just his physical appearance. When he was reciting spells his voice sounded off, and his mannerisms weren't quite the same. Even the way he sat in front of the bar was different. Freed always had a sense of elegance to him, but for some reason now it was more prominent than usual.

Before Evergreen had a chance to bring up the topic again, she saw the rune mage go stiff in his seat. He toppled over his chair and crashed to the ground with a high pitched yelp. That caught the attention of everyone in the guild hall; all heads turned toward the source of the noise. Freed was on his back, sprawled on the ground, and hair going wild under his head. The clip must've fallen off from the fall.

Freed let out a moan as he rubbed his sore head. Ever since he got back from their job request he wasn't feeling too well. His body tingled and his chest hurt. He didn't think too much of it at the time, but now that he had a moment to breath and think he realized what the curse did to him. Or, rather should he say toher. With the realization that he had switched genders he let out that girlish yelp and fell to the floor like a fool.

He was mortified, but it seemed that everyone else was more concerned for his well being. He expected for all of them to laugh at his blunder, but one by one, the members of Fairy Tail came up to him and helped him up or asked if he was okay. Genuine concern was on their faces as they asked if the mage was alright.

With a much higher voice, Freed replied to them, "I'm fine, really. You all don't need to be so concerned."

None of them would listen. They all insisted that he was hurt somehow and dotted on him, hand to foot. They asked if he needed anything, offered to buy him a drink, asked if he needed to lie down. It was ridiculous!

When someone offered to clean his now dirtied jacket, it was then he had to put his foot down. No doubt from the pain and the extra weight on his chest meant that it was now noticeable. His face reddened at the suggestion and he said in a rush, "No! I-I mean, it isn't necessary!"

With smiles on their faces, they all insisted that it was no trouble and stripped the wizard of his red jacket. It came off him with a yelp, and as soon it was off his body everyone froze. Freed couldn't meet any of their gazes as his face continued to resemble the article of clothing that was just taken from him.

Now only in a white button up long sleeve shirt, his pants, and knee high boots it was now visible to all what the green haired man was hiding. Freed's hips had indeed grown. His waist shrank as well, and combined with the decent sized chest the rune mage sported a beautiful figure. Freed ground his teeth as he tried to shield himself with his arms. Crossing them over his chest and hugging himself, he tried to shrink away from everyone's gaze which ended in vein. No one could take their eyes off Freed, no matter how much he prayed in his mind.

To spare him some embarrassment, the wizard tried to explain with a stuttering voice, "U-um, i-it's not what y-you all think. I-It's a curse. I think i-it somehow turned me into a girl. . ." Everyone was only half paying attention; all of them too busy ogling over Freed's new appearance. For some reason, that irritated the once man now female. He straightened his spine and continued with confidence in his voice, "I don't know how long the effects of the curse will last, but please do not treat me any different than you normally would."

This seemed to snap some members out of their trance and nodded in agreement and walked away. However, some of the more persistent members continued to hang around the mage.

"Say Freed," Gray said as he slid up next to him. His tone was definitely not one of flirting, but one of true interest, however, his body language suggest otherwise. "How'd this even happen to you?" With the accented word, an unpleasant tingle was shot down Freed's spine.

The green haired wizard was about to reply when he felt an arm wrap around him and a hand rest on his shoulder. The hand gave his shoulders a squeeze as blue eyes shifted to the figure that was currently pressed against his person. Freed was more than surprised when he saw none other than Laxus at his side. The lightning dragon wizard glared down Gray, who returned the stare. However, the ice-make mage was no match for the blond; he was bigger, bader, and just had one of those faces.

"None of your business, Fullbuster," Laxus practically growled. Freed felt a shiver run down his spine at the other's tone; it screamed possessiveness and for that sort of attitude to come out of the blond due to him made him blush. The rune mage stood perfectly still as the other two wizards stared each other down.

After a few moments filled with silence, Gray clicked his tongue and scooted away from Freed and said as he shoved his hands into his pockets (his shirt now gone for some reason however) and said under his breath, "Damn Laxus, it was just a question."

And with that the ice-make wizard walked away from the bar. In fact, the rest of the wondering wizards left the area leaving Laxus and Freed alone. Freed was thankful for some space, however, Laxus remained attached to his side ruining the statement.

With a tentative gaze, Freed looked up towards the lightning mage. The blond's gaze traveled the hall, daring anyone else to challenge him, but none did (no one was that crazy). It was interesting to note that there was even a hint of a growl under the man's breathing as he eyed the area.

Freed was fine with having the blond draped over his shoulder like that. The warmth the other radiated was pleasant and comforting: protective. However, Laxus didn't show any signs of moving. Freed didn't wish to detach himself from the strong blond's side, but it was getting a bit awkward. The green haired mage could feel his face heating up regardless of how much he was enjoying himself.

With a timid – and higher to his displeasure – voice, Freed first cleared his throat to get the other's attention – which worked – and said, "L-Laxus, you can let go of me now."

The blond's eyes bulged out of his head as he realized that he was still clinging to the converted female. His face exploded in red and he pushed himself away as if Freed suddenly turned to lava. With a stammering voice he apologized, "O-oh. U-uh, sorry 'bout that. . ."

Freed will never admit how adorable the mage looked as he scratched the back of his head with his face looking like a tomato.

The man cleared his throat once more before a light bulb flashed over his head. He grabbed Freed's forgotten jacket that was at their feet. He dusted off the article of clothing before shoving it in Freed's face.

"Ah, here," he said quickly.

Freed offered the man a smile and said in a small voice, "Thanks."

The green haired man watched the lightning dragon mage's face burst with color once again. Laxus kept a scowl to his face as he averted the other's gaze. With more stuttering words, Laxus said pointing to some general direction behind him and continued, "I'll. . . I'll, uh, get someone to fix . . .this. . ." And with that, the blond walked past Freed trying to control his burning face.

Laxus was just too cute.