So, I've been doing some research, and apparently my crack-ship isn't as cracky as I originally thought! People out there do actually enjoy Lisanna/Bixlow! (So much happiness~)

But again if it's a little too weird for you please feel free to skip, haha.

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"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Why do people in the guild keep calling you scary?"

Mirajane sat down in a huff. "People call me scary?"

"Yeah, Uncle Gajeel called you 'Demon Woman' yesterday."

She choked. "He – what?" Mira gasped. "Oh, no he didn't! How dare he call me that! And – and teaching you such words-"

Hugo patted her hand. "It's okay, Mama. You should hear what Uncle Gildarts taught me to say."

Mira covered her son's mouth with her hand. "I don't want to hear it," she grumbled.

Fern and Mary Jane were giggling at the whole thing. Mira narrowed her eyes at them. "What are you two all smiley about?"

"Nothing, Mama." Mary Jane nodded sagely. "We would like you to read us a story now."

Fern and Hugo nodded excitedly. Mira sighed, and flipped open her book of fairy tales. Read tonight, tomorrow... bloodshed. "Okay, all right. What's on the menu for tonight?"

Her eye caught the illustration, and yet again, an idea struck her. Why had she never thought of this before? Why, it was simply perfect! Maybe there wouldn't be bloodshed in the guild tomorrow... maybe just some matchmaking...

"Mama, you look really scary..."

"Hush dear. Now. Once upon a time..."

THE FROG PRINCE

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a princess who was very, very bored. It wasn't that she was unhappy; quite the opposite. She had an older brother and an older sister who were very capable of running the kingdom, and because of that there was never a shortage of money or food. But, because they were so capable... the princess never had anything to do.

The only source of entertainment the bored princess found was in her golden ball, that she liked to throw. It bounced off walls, and she would often find herself throwing it against the castle walls in the garden and catching it as it bounced back.

One day, she was laying on her back in the gardens, playing her one-sided game of catch. Clouds were blocking the sun from shining, making the day seem rather dull and grey. Rain was threatening to fall, and the young princess knew her sister would want her inside. But a little rebellion might do her some good, she thought.

But as the ball came flying back towards her, she didn't quite catch it. It slipped just out of her reach and bounced away down into the garden.

The princess lunged for it, but she tripped on her heavy skirts and fell short. She watched helplessly as the ball rolled down the grassy slope, hit a rock and flew into the air, and smacked the surface of the pond with a loud plop!

And sank.

The princess groaned in despair, trudging down the hill. She'd never been so far into the gardens before, and had certainly never been to the pond. The surface was glassy and smooth, marred only by the ripples and bubbles from where her ball had hit. But underneath, the water oozed murky, inky black in colour. She touched a finger, and recoiled when it came back slimy.

"Ew..." she groaned. "Oh, that's awful."

She sat down in a small huff. Great. Now her only source of entertainment was gone, and she was unlikely to ever get it back. Her days of boredom were doomed to get even worse.

Her eyes focused on a green frog sitting on the edge of the pond. No, he was more of a toad, she thought. Brownish green in colour, warty... oh, but there, he stuck out his tongue to catch a fly. That was definitely a frog. Tilting her head to the side, she watched the frog for several minutes. He was floating on some small, round pieces of wood that had faces carved into them. The princess bit her lip in thought. That was rather odd, wasn't it?

The frog turned to look at her, his eyes bright, green and inquisitive. And very, very bright. Why they were so bright, they almost seemed to be glowing. She frowned at the frog, and he narrowed his eyes back at her.

"Are you gonna stare at me all day, girlie?"

She screamed, and nearly fell backwards into the pond. One hand came down, and it splashed into the water. Shrieking even louder, she pulled her hand up and crawled up the hill. Shaking wildly, she pointed a finger at the frog.

"Oh, my gosh – you, a frog – you just – oh my – you talked-"

"Yup," The frog said very calmly. "I do that. Blame it on the sorceress." He rolled his eyes, and the princess nearly fainted. Frogs can't roll their eyes. "Witches be crazy."

"What?" The princess managed, her voice barely coming out as a squeak. "Who – what are you?"

The frog hopped over to her, and she scrambled back. "I'll make you a deal," he said. "I'll tell you what I am... if you kiss me."

Now she really did fall over. "Kiss you? Why would I do that?"

He shrugged. Because now frogs can shrug. "Kiss me and I'll tell you."

She put her hands on her head. "I must have hit my head really hard," she murmured. "I'm hallucinating. That's it."

"Hate to tell you this, princess," he said. "But this ain't no hallucination. Right, babies?"

The small chunks of wood he'd been sitting on earlier tittered in reply. A small shudder passed through the princess' body. "What are those things?"

"My babies!" The frog yelped. "And don't insult them!"

"Okay." She began to rock back and forth. "Okay, this is just getting way too weird for me." She stared at the little frog, actually big frog, who looked like he wanted to kick her. "What's your name?"

"Bixlow," he answered. And her brow furrowed. "What? Never heard of a guy named Bixlow before?"

"Guys maybe." She cracked half a smile. "Frogs, not so much."

He stuck his tongue out at her. A fly flew straight into it, and he sucked it back in with delight.

"I'm Lisanna," she said finally. "Princess Lisanna."

"Oh ho, so you are a princess!" He hopped up into a large rock to come face-to-face with her. "I was beginning to wonder. Your manners are terrible!"

Lisanna smacked him, and he fell off the rock with a yelp. "Babies!" he screeched. "Help me!"

They twittered, but didn't move. Bixlow grumbled. "Oh, I forgot. Stupid witch cursed you, too."

"Lisanna! Come inside!"

The young princess heard her sister's voice calling faintly from inside the castle. "Oh, I have to go," she said. Bixlow blinked up at her, and she felt oddly downtrodden at the thought of never seeing him again. For no apparent reason, because she'd only just met him two minutes ago and he'd scared her half to death. "Will you be here tomorrow?" She asked, before logic could get the better of her.

He shrugged again. "Sure. I live here, don't I?"

Lisanna grinned widely at him. "Good!" And she took back off towards the castle.

Bixlow watched her go, an odd look on his froggy face. After so long, he'd given up on finding a princess to kiss him, but...

"There's no harm in hoping, right, babies?" He snickered, hopping back towards the pond.

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Yeah.

Every time I watch the Little Mermaid; the scene where Ursula accidentally kills Flotsam and Jetsam, and says "Babies! My poor little poopsies!" Yeah... always makes me think of Bixlow.

(I've scarred myself forever)

Review if you like LiBix! Until next time!