Summary: Mavis will do, or drink, anything in order to see a fairy…
Pairings: Yury/Mavis friendship, Precht/Mavis friendship, Warrod/Mavis friendship, Yury/Precht/Warrod friendship, Mavis/Zeref, and Mavis/Cana friendship.
YouTube Prompt: General Fairy Tail tribute to 'Journey' by Natasha Blume
It took a few years before Yury could make good on his promise on taking Mavis fairy hunting.
In his defence they had all just been too busy. They had been establishing a guild, and fighting in wars, and building a reputation, and earning money to pay for the damage expenses (Yury doesn't know how and Warrod managed to demolish an entire village, they just did), and helping the people out. They hadn't had time to go on a holiday and search for fairies.
So when they finally encountered some actual peace and quiet time, they eagerly took the opportunity to pack their bags, leave someone else in charge for a change, and take a much needed holiday.
They had just spent an exhausting day at the archives in which Yury moaned and whined while Mavis hunted down every reference to a fairy and where they could possibly be in all the old dusty tomes and the fragile documents and the out-dated maps. They eventually crawled back to the tavern where Yury declared he deserved a drink and promptly got dragged into a card game while Mavis sat at the bar, squirming with excitement, as she plotted their route out.
That was when the bartender approached her. "What have you got there, sweetheart?" he asked warmly.
"Documented evidence of fairies," Mavis replied excitedly. She was unable to keep herself from bouncing up and down in her sear or keep that sparkle out of her eyes as she said those words. She was going to see fairies! She was going to find fairies! She was going to play with the fairies! "We're going to find them!" she confided in the bartender.
"Ooh!" the bartender said in awe. "You want to see fairies? Huh?" he asked as a sly smile appeared on his face. "Well I can help you with that."
"You can?!"
"Yep," the bartender leaned in and whispered; "I know the mystical Green Fairy and I can arrange a meeting with you." Mavis let out a breathy gasp of excitement and giddiness. "But," the bartender drawled loudly as he pulled away, "you're going to need a special potion for that."
"Special potion?" Mavis tilted her head curiously.
"That's right," the bartender said sagely, "There is a very special potion that will allow you to see the mystical Green Fairy."
"I want to see the Green Fairy!" Mavis squealed in childish excitement. "Where do I find this potion?"
"Well fortunately for you I happen to keep some behind my bar," the bartender informed her grandly as he pulled out a clear glass bottle that contained the most violent, neon, green liquid that Mavis had ever seen. She reached out to take the bottle but that bartender lifted it out of her reach. "Ah, ah, ah," he wagged a chiding finger at her. "It'll cost you though."
"I'll pay anything!" Mavis burst out desperately. "Anything you want!"
The bartender smirked and named his exorbitant price which Mavis paid promptly. He poured out a glass for her which Mavis snatched away and eagerly gulped down, she shuddered and grimaced at the bitter taste, but slammed the glass back down with smug satisfaction that she was now going to see a fairy…
…that was when everything went black.
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Precht and Warrod had been gathering supplies all day in order to avoid spending a day stuck in a dusty archived with a whinging Yury. It ended up being a long-drawn out task as they ended up roped into helping several people who recognised them as 'the famous Fairy Tail mages' but they were finally heading back to the tavern when they saw Mavis skipping down the lane giggling hysterically.
"Mavis!" Yury yelled as he chased after her. "Mavis come back!" Mavis ignored him as she ran further ahead giggling. "MAVIS!"
"Come on Yury!" Mavis called back. "The Green Fairy is waiting for us but not for much longer!" she said in a childish sing-song voice. She was so distracted with her taunting that she immediately crashed into Precht's chest. "Precht!" she squealed delightedly as she staged about. Precht immediately grabbed hold of her to prevent her from landing on the floor on her backside and she responded immediately with one of her bone-crushing hugs. "You'll help me, won't you? Not like Yury," she pouted childishly as she peered up at him innocently. "Yury is being a stick in the mud!"
"That's because…." Yury panted as he tried to catch his breath, "you…drank….something and immediately….started to see fairies."
"That's not true!" Mavis cried out indignantly. "I drank a neon green potion and now I see a Green Fairy. As in one. Not plural. Don't exaggerate!"
Precht raised an eyebrow at that.
There was only one neon green drink that he could think of that would induce a hallucination of a green fairy….and that was absinthe.
As in the most alcoholic drink to ever exist.
A closer examination of Mavis with her flushed, bright pink, cheeks, dilated eyes, and the slight swaying side to side she was doing, as well as the strong smell that lingered on her breath and the slight slurring of her words, and it was very easy to come to one conclusion.
"She's drunk!" Precht scowled. He shot a furious look at Yury as he wished the most violent and painful death on his so called friend. "You let Mavis get drunk?!" he growled.
"I didn't let her do anything!" Yury snapped back.
"Yury!" Warrod cried out in exasperated disappointment. "She's thirteen!"
"No," Yury said, "she isn't."
"Yes," Warrod said through gritted teeth, "she is."
"No," Yury said loudly, "she isn't."
"Yes," Warrod said even more loudly, "she is."
"Warrod," Yury said impatiently, "she only looks thirteen, remember? She's twenty one now!"
"That doesn't mean she should be drinking!" Precht barked. Fed up and infuriated by the childish bickering while their friend was mentally impaired. "Just look at….." he trailed off when he realised there was an empty space where Mavis had once previously stood.
"…where's Mavis gone?" Yury asked.
"…."
"…."
"…"
"MAVIS!" all three men bellowed. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Several passer-by's paused to stop as they watched three, grown, magically powerful and physically strong, men run round like headless chickens all the night long in desperate search of someone called Mavis.
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When Zeref chose to brood in this particular bit of woodland he had expected his curse to wreak havoc and destroy its beauty, killing all the gentle creatures that surrounded him, before he sunk into deeper melancholy and left to brood elsewhere….
….he had not expected to suddenly be tackled to the ground by Mavis Vermillion.
"It's you!" she giggled with a childish innocence. She looked so sweet and pure that you wouldn't believe that she was in fact straddling him in a rather suggestive manner, with her white skirts hitched slightly over her thighs and her hands running up and down his chest. "I thought I would never see you again after you left without saying goodbye."
"It was for the best," he murmured, "I'm very dangerous."
"You know if you're trying to put me off, you're doing a terrible job," Mavis informed him as she fiddled with his white sari. "You're just making yourself even more exciting and mysterious and attractive."
"A-a-attractive?"
"Uh-huh!" Mavis nodded as her fingers played with the buttons of his black coat. "You are very dark, and brooding, and sexy."
"S-s-sexy?!" Zeref squeaked.
"Yep," she replied, oblivious to the affect she was having on him, "and don't try running again because the Green Fairy will only led me back to you."
"Green Fairy?" Zeref repeated dumbly.
"Mmm…."Mavs hummed as she nestled her head against Zeref's shoulder and breathed in deeply, "you smell nice," she said oblivious to his faint blush, "night, night, Zeref."
And then she promptly started snoring.
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When Mavis finally came to she was incredibly aware of three things. One, she was lying down on the damp grass and the coldness was seeping into the back of her dress, two everything was LOUD as in really, really, loud, the birds were screeching, the breeze against the leaves sounded like a storm, and the footsteps approaching her sounded like they were being made by a giant, which led her to conclude to the third thing….her head was killing her.
"….Mavis?" Warm hand touched her shoulder before it gripped on tight and shook her. "Mavis!" the loud, worried, voice boomed up above her. She groaned in agony. "Mavis!"
"Mrhm…" she moaned as she rolled away from the loud person. "Go away!" she cried out. "My head hurts."
"That's what you get for drinking," the voice scolded her, "you shouldn't have accepted drinks from strangers."
"Oh don't get all self-righteous, Precht," another voice said irritably, "like you haven't gotten shit-faced to the point of no return yourself."
"At least Precht knew what he was getting into," a third voice said quietly (though it still sounded like thunder in Mavis' head and her she flinched away from it), "Mavis was clueless because someone didn't keep an eye on her."
Mavis groaned in protest. They were all being too noisy and she didn't need someone to keep an eye on her.
"See!" the irritable voice cried out. "Mavis doesn't need someone to keep an eye on her. She can take care of herself."
"I'll believe that," the responsible, scolding voice, sneered, "when I don't find her unconscious in the middle of the woods with the biggest hangover and some stranger's coat wrapped round her." That was when Mavis realised a fourth thing….that there was a warm, nice-smelling (it smelt like pine, flowers, and the woods in general), heavy coat draped over her. She snuggled deeper into it as the hand on her shoulder moved to behind her back and another hand slid under her legs. She let out another protesting groan as she is suddenly picked up. "….Where did you get that black coat anyway?" the voice asked in concern.
"You know," Mavis mumbled against the nice, warm, shoulder, "I haven't the foggiest. Now shh!" She whispered as she snuggled in deeply into the coat. "It's quiet time."
The voices obeyed and she was carried home in the safety of Precht's arms….she never did get to see any fairies.
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The guild was worn out and exhausted after their never-ending battle against Zeref and his forces but that hasn't prevented a full, blown-out, party from starting once they finally got everything resolved. The room was filled with noise, and excitement, and celebration as everyone threw themselves into partying.
After an exhausting but thrilling dance with Bickslow's babies, Mavis threw herself into the barstool next to Cana and stretched out as she yawned.
"Enjoying being alive again?" Cana asked.
"Yes," Mavis nodded, "though I don't miss being tired again."
"You'll get used to it," Cana shrugged, "so…what are you planning to do with your life now?"
"I don't know," Mavis said thoughtfully, "I always wanted to see some fairies….maybe I'll do that. Go and search for fairies."
"Fairies, huh?" Cana smirked, "You know I know a potion that will allow you to see green fairies."
And with that she pulled out a familiar bottle that contained a vivid, neon, green, liquid that Mavis remembered all too well.
"I better not," Mavis replied instantly, "I recall taking something like that many years ago and I can't help but have a distinct feeling it resulted in me stripping Zeref."
THUMP!
Cana slammed the bottle onto the bar and slid it across towards Mavis. A devious, evil look of sheer mischief appeared on her face. "Bottoms up," she encouraged Mavis.
The next day no one remembered what happened the night before but they all had a distinct feeling it resulted in Mavis stripping Zeref naked for some reason…