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Iron and Lace

The branches of the trees bowed and creaked as the weight of the air pressed upon them. The belly of a beast appeared from the clouds and sunk lower and lower. Grasses were flattened and the trees didn't fare much better. All around the clearing shook with tremors as gleaming talons sunk into the earth and the beast settled.

Rain battered the great form as the storm regathered from the tear made by the creature. A slow drizzle drenched the land steadily and the dragon's large ribcage heaved in a sigh. A noise to the right of him had him cracking open a blood red eye and scanning his surroundings.

"Excuse me," the wind whispered. His nostrils flared in a huff as he discovered nothing there.

"Excuse me!" Again he stared across the space around his head and found nothing. That is, until a large leaf bobbed directly in front of his eye.

From under the foliage, a thing of blue and orange appeared and a voice whispered out.

"You're sitting on my house." The harsh tones and barking notes of his language sounded like a youth's song from the fae's tiny mouth. His eyes conveyed his shock.

She repeated her statement, emphasizing her words by hovering over his foreleg. Upon lifting the appendage he noticed the crushed home. He cast his eyes back to the daring fairie.

"Oops." He rumbled. It was amusing to watch her go red with indignation. Though he may feel slightly remorseful, there wasn't a way around it. He'd needed to land, and here is where he landed. Something as massive as he couldn't very well look out for such a miniscule object as a fairie house.

"Oops! That's all you say after you sat on my home?" Even as tiny as she was, her shrieks were impossibly loud. "How am I to keep dry now? Where do I sleep?"

These were very good points, but he thought she was making a big deal out of nothing. And about the time he was going to say such, she screamed in absolute horror. Quick as that, he was on high alert, his plate-like scales hardening and his claws digging into the dirt.

"My books!"

A cloud of metal dust spewed from his jaws. The breath attack he had been preparing coughed up in his shock.

'Books?'

"No, no, no, no, NO!" Whereas he was stunned to the point of near helplessness, the small female was having a meltdown. Literally. Sparks of Fae magick were leaping off her and dancing along the leaf she held as protection from the shower– he was actually surprised she'd managed to hold onto it.

Unsure of what else to do, he attempted to downplay the event.

"Calm down, Shorty. 'S just a–"

"Do you dare finish that sentence?"

Now, this may sound unreasonable, and he would deny the happenings adamantly if questioned... But the aura emanating from the small fae was downright terrifying and his hide grew colder for it.

"You have no idea what you've done! The sheer amount of knowledge that now lies, destroyed, at your feet..." She trailed off dramatically, and he fought off the urge to scoff despite himself.

"Hundreds of years of text... Gone... There is no way I can get it back..." And so she fell victim to hysteria. Words came in various languages– many he knew to be lost. Mumbled ramblings of failing the Titania, her life, and the ruin he had caused reached him and guilt panged at his massive chest.

There was no other choice. Drastic measures had to be taken. The decision was made.

A haunting glow engulfed the drake. It reflected off his scales and blinded the clearing in its intensity. Steadily, it receded, and what was left was not a legendary being, but a man.

Long black hair and tanned skin replaced the steely plates. And hard muscle was his new armor. Piercings dotted his body, a testament to his magick and his nature. He pushed himself to his legs and raised to his full height unsteadily. It had been many long years since he had taken this form.

"Oi," he called to the manic fairie, who was still tiny despite his loss of size. Her eyes shot to him and he noticed the were the color of gleaming amber. For a moment, she looked confused.

"What can I do?" After causing her so much distress, the least he could do was offer a hand, and that was easier done when he had them.

"Do...?" The leaf lowered as she stared at him like he had offered her tea, and he might as well have. But, what he was not expecting was the pop of light as a drop of rain broke her defenses.

"Kyah– oof!" An interesting turn of events, to say the least.

Before him now, was not the inches tall fairie, but a rather small woman. Blue hair, shining honey eyes, and intricate dressings made up the visage of the once miniscule female. Her face was dollishly round and her eyes were huge to go with her pointed ears. The look was more Elven than Fae if not for the gossamer wings and spade point tail.

An interesting turn of events, indeed.

She looked up at him as he looked down on her.

"You were saying?" She tried. A smirk played at his lips and he offered a hand to her.

"You're gonna need help. I can give it." With his aid, she hoisted herself up and revealed her height to be at his chest. Cute. "I'm called Gajeel."

"Levy," came the instinctual response. Rationality finally seemed to kick in and she offered up a bemused smile. "Thank you. You're help would be much appreciated."

Wool

A/N: I have no idea what this is or where it came from... No prompt... This is sheer randomness... Read and review?