*A/N- Surprise, Four! I didn't do one of these for you last year, but I decided I couldn't not this year, since we came up with so many great crackships, but this one was by far the best. And just so you know, when I asked you what we decided the ship name was for these two it was this, I lied XD.
*EDIT- Putting back the page breaks that ffn took out when I published the first time (and the times I tried to fix it. Hopefully they're there now.)
Rahkeid hadn't expected to end up face to face with a very angry looking boy wearing what was either a very large amount of eyeliner or a very small amount of sleep like it was war paint and who was glaring at him like he'd just kicked a puppy. He also had not expected to pick up what he'd thought had been an old lamp thing at a yard sale that he'd thought his father would like because it was black and to have said boy pop out and yell at him for waking him up. He had not expected to end up at a yard sale anyway. Suffice to say Rahkeid was having a very weird day, and he had no idea what to do with the, admittedly very pretty, boy who now seemed to be attempting to murder him with his eyes.
"Well are you just gonna stand there staring all day or are you gonna tell me what you want?"
"...I just wanted to buy a lamp man, not a person."
"So you bought a genie lamp for decoration?"
"I didn't know it was a genie lamp, I just got it because it was black and my dad is kinda emo."
"...so you're saying you woke me up for nothing?"
"I guess so, sorry."
Although he still looked angry, the young man in front of him no longer looked like he wanted to murder Rahkeid, which he was taking as a good sign. Since he had just appeared out of nowhere Rahkeid was pretty sure he was magic and if he wanted to kill him he could.
"So, I'm guessing you don't really know how this works, basically you get three wishes and that's it. No wishing for more wishes and all that shit."
"Umm," Rahkeid said. "I don't really want anything, my dad's kinda loaded so I got pretty much everything I want."
"Oh lucky you, some of us have to work for a living."
"Sucks to be you I guess," Rahkeid said, grinning. The genie narrowed his eyes, and suddenly remembering his earlier fear that this guy might kill him, Rahkeid decided to make peace.
"So, what's your name?" He asked, beggining to walk again and hoping the boy would follow him.
"Macbeth, though some people call me Midnight, because my lamp is black."
"I like Macbeth better, I had a cat named Midnight once."
"So what's your name then, because I ain't going to call you 'master,'" Macbeth asked.
"I'm Rahkeid."
"So, like, you still don't have any wishes?"
"Nope, still rich."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, go back to sleep, do whatever you want, I don't really care."
"Does your dad have food?"
"Yeah."
"I'm kinda hungry."
"Yeah me too."
"Rahkeid who is this strange man in our house?" Zeref asked, stopping when he saw an unfamiliar mop of black and silver hair digging into his refrigerator.
"Mmhy mame ish Macbewfh," he slurred through a mouth full of food. Zeref raised an eyebrow at his son, who was munching down on some chips.
"His name is Macbeth." Rahkeid translated. Zeref looked back and forth between the two of them a few times.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"He wishes," Macbeth said.
"He's a genie," Rahkeid said. "I bought you a lamp for your birthday but this dude popped out so I guess I'll get you something else."
"My birthday was last week."
"Oops."
"Can't fix that," Macbeth commented.
"So he's really a genie or are you just trying to sneak your boyfriend into your bedroom?"
"He's like really a genie," Rahkeid said. "But I think we're going to go watch TV in my room."
"Door open or I'm telling your mother," Zeref commented.
"That's cruel and unusual," Rahkeid shot back.
"I'm the master of darkness," Zeref threw back.
Rahkeid found that he really liked Macbeth, he was fun to hang out with, when he was actually awake. He slept alot. Sometimes he went back in his lamp for that, sometimes he, his mom, and his dad would find Macbeth asleep in random places. At first it annoyed Zeref, but they all adjusted and started living their lives around him.
Last night while cooking dinner Mavis had opened the cabinet only to have Macbeth tumble out onto the floor. She had stepped over him without reacting and continued on as if nothing had happened. It had only been a few weeks but already he was part of the family. His uncle Natsu had freaked out the first time Macbeth had simply appeared in the living room randomly to ask what was for dinner, but his surprise had passed. So the Dragneel household had moved on and taken Macbeth in as one of their own, and life was good.
"Hey Rahkeid," Macbeth said. Rahkeid jumped, halfway through putting on a shirt. He turned to find Macbeth lounging on his unmade bed, arms behind his head.
"Where's all your fluff and stuff?" Rahkeid asked, noticing his clothing was substantially less flashy than usual. "And are those my clothes?"
"I spilt soda on mine so your mom gave me some of your clothes and is throwing mine in the wash."
"Of course she is," Rahkeid said, finishing dressing and plopping down next to him. "Won't that fluff get all over everything though?" Macbeth pointed to a large mass of white on Rahkeid's floor.
"It's detachable."
"Who'd have thought that Genie clothes are so practical."
"Who said anything about Genie clothes?" Macbeth said, "I got that at some human market a few centuries ago."
"It's held up well."
"Well it's not like I get to do much."
Rahkeid frowned. Macbeth said things like that sometimes, things that made Rahkeid think that maybe being a genie wasn't all it was cracked up to be, and that Macbeth hadn't had the happiest life. He rolled over onto his stomach and faced Macbeth.
"What's it like being a Genie?"
"It's all unicorns and sunshine," he said sarcastically.
"No, really," Rahkeid said, rolling his eyes. "You always say things like that, like you're not happy."
"Well what's there to be happy about, all I can ever do is use my magic for other people, granting the same idiotic wishes that have the same idiotic outcomes over and over."
"Have you never granted wishes for someone that you liked?"
"Not really, though some of my friends say they've met some cool people, my lamp only ever seems to fall into the hands of people who like to misuse my power." Rahkeid didn't want to know if Macbeth considered him one of those people, so he changed the subject.
"What's it like, inside your lamp?"
"It's this little room, I mean, not that little, I'm not like all cramped up like in the cartoons. I've got some space, but it's still a little maddening to spend the eras in that same space, you know?"
"Can you not just leave and do stuff?" Macbeth shook his head.
"Not unless I have a master." Rahkeid crinkled his nose, that sounded like it sucked. They were quiet for a while, he didn't know what to say to that. He wanted to help Macbeth, but he didn't know how. "I like it here though," Macbeth said, turning his head to face Rahkeid. "I like you." The way he said it seemed loaded, like he meant it more than that. Rahkeid's heart jolted.
"I like you too." They both smiled, and when Macbeth reached out to take Rahkeid's hand it hit him. The gold cuffs that Rahkeid had always assumed were a fashion statement flashed in the light, and Rahkeid remembered the scene from Aladdin where he wished the Genie free.
"What's your problem?" Macbeth asked, as Rahkeid raised himself up on his arms so he was looking down at Macbeth.
"I wish you were free," he said, grinning. Macbeth's eyes widened, and the cuffs split, and fell off. There was a moment where no one moved, and then Macbeth leaned up to kiss Rahkeid on the mouth, making him glad he'd thought to close the door.
