Disclaimer: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Decided to try writing a Zervis fic for my waifu, Nanakoblaze. This is going to be a short little thing maybe like 2 or 3 chapters long! So I hope you all like it and that I don't butcher Zervis.

XOXOX

It was strange really, the feeling of wanting to die. It was something that would throb in the back of the mind like a poisoned arrow—especially every time you did something wrong.

Like when Zeref answered the question wrong in class and although no laughed or even snickered and the teacher was rather nice about it, he found himself wishing he was dead. Or when he forgot to do his homework or when he made his team lose in gym class—he wanted to die.

It was also the loneliness. It was practically drowning him, making him feel deranged as he gasped for some kind of human interaction like a dying man's last breath. But eventually, Zeref learned how to float among the lonely, deep sea.

Thinking back, Zeref was always alone. At first he would argue it was his own choosing. He was better off alone. No one could disappoint him, leave him with nothing but false promises.

Except it was the complete opposite of that.

Zeref didn't want to be alone. He wanted to find someone who could understand him. Who he could laugh and share the world with, but everyone left him out. Forever stuck on the outside, watching the inside world flourish, leaving him all by his lonesome self.

Hell, even his brother seemed to do a better job fitting in even with his reckless 'fight me' attitude. His brother found someone special. Someone who made him softer and opened him up and Zeref immensely envied him.

It was like there was a curse surrounding Zeref. No matter what he did, people ended up hating him. The friends he made—they abandoned him the second they made cooler friends. Zeref even tried art club, finding that his aching heart felt oddly better once his brush touched the canvas. And despite all the praises he would get on his artwork by the teachers and by younger students, his fellow classmates—who were all friends with one another—isolated him.

They would sneer at his work. "It's alright I guess, but there are soo many better people than him."

It left a cold ache inside his chest.

Why wasn't he good enough?

What was wrong with him?

His hands clutched the school's dainty paint brush to cease their sudden shakiness. His stomach felt queasy. His heart was beating fast. He was sick of it—sick of not belonging. And once again, he found himself thinking of death. How much better the world would be without him. How useless his existence was. He was nothing more than a parasite to the earth.

He wanted to die—"Excuse me," a small voice said, tapping his clothed shoulder. Zeref jumped, startled not from being touched, but that someone was actually talking to him. He looked up and saw the sun blazing through the window, blinding him. Squinting, he looked up at the mysterious voice to see a tiny girl, no taller than 5'2", gazing down at him with curious green eyes. The light from the sun illuminated her long, wavy blonde hair making it look almost like a halo around her body.

Almost like an angel.

An angel of death. Zeref snickered to himself.

"That's a beautiful painting," the girl said, pointing to his canvas. Her voice was rather pretty, which Zeref found odd to think. Were voices something you could even consider pretty?

"Painting?" he repeated, gazing over to where her finger was at. His dark eyes met his own canvas to see a painting of a Sakura Tree—not just any Sakura Tree, but his favorite one. It was a hidden spot in the school garden. The spot where Zeref spent all his lunches (Even though Natsu would invite him to sit with him and Lucy, Zeref didn't want to be the third wheel).

"Ahh right—thank you!" said Zeref, wondering if he sounded as sincere as he felt. He wasn't used to actual compliments; only backhanded ones. The feeling was foreign and Zeref liked it very much.

"You're welcome!" the girl beamed, her smile, in Zeref's opinion, was even brighter than the glaring sun and in the lighting, his fingers itched to paint her. "You know what would look really great in this painting?"

"What?"

"Fairies!" She grinned, tossing her arms up in the air like jazz hands.

"Fairies?" Zeref echoed, his face scrunching up slightly.

"Fairies!" she said again. "Fairies make everything better! And make sure you add a tail—because I'm almost certain they have tails"

Was this girl even real? Zeref scratched his head. Had he found someone whose weirdness matched his own? No way, he thought, shaking his head.

"Is it based on a real place?" she inquired, breaking up his inner thoughts.

"Yeah it is—"

"I knew it!" She clapped her hands together in joy. "Hnngh I wanna visit a beautiful place like that."

Feeling a surge of bravery, Zeref said, "I could take you there if you'd like." And he froze, unable to believe that he just invited someone to his sacred place—a place he called his home. A place where no mean people could get to him.

Although this girl didn't seem mean at—but they are never mean in the beginning. First it's the friendship and then they get bored of him or they find someone they like better.

It was always the same.

People are always the same.

"I'd love to!" Mavis said, her smile never wavering and she even grabbed Zeref's hand, pulling him off of his stool, and for a second, he forgot that he was the one supposed to be leading her as he allowed himself to be dragged off on an adventure. "I bet we'll be able to see fairies there!"

And Zeref found himself laughing—like actually laughing. His eyes squinted closed, a smile tore across his cheeks. Something swelled inside his chest like a whirl of wind.

What was this feeling?

Did it have a name?

"Mavis," she said.

"Huh?" Zeref's eyes blinked open, meeting the girl's brilliant green stare.

"My name is Mavis."

XOXOX

Hope this turned out okay :3

And thank you all so much for reading!