This developed from a request by Thunder Explosion to write a NaVia. And I got so excited about it, that I couldn't stop myself from writing the first chapter immediately! It's kind of short, but the other ones should be longer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.

Cana paid little attention to the fight breaking out behind her. Normally, she would have joined in or thrown an empty barrel (never a full one – that would be wasting alcohol) at her guild mates for messing up her precious drinking time. Not today, however.

Three stacks of cards loomed in front of her. While two were within easy grasp and placed beside each other, the third was placed behind and directly in between the others.

Sighing, she took a draft from her tankard. Drained in two gulps, she slammed the object onto the table. The cards jumped a little at the action, but remained in their stacks.

Reaching forward with both hands, she slid the topmost card of the paired decks off. Held up in front of her, their faces were revealed to be blank.

Closing her eyes and concentrating, she focused her magical energy and channeled it into the items grasped in her hands. Once she was satisfied with the level therein, she reopened her eyes.

With a deft flick of her dominant wrist, a card flew through the guild to smack into one of the combatants' arms. Smirking, Cana watched its twin in her possession darken briefly, and then colour spread across its surface. Soon, a chibified image of a silver-haired man looked back at her with a smirk of its own. The words Lyon Vastia scrawled themselves underneath the picture. A sideways glance at the thrown card revealed a matching visage upon it.

No longer needed, the filled-in card joined the others in the third stack.

With several more flicks of her wrist, soon magic-infused cards were surreptitiously latching themselves onto more individuals without their knowledge. Eventually, the cards would fall off with their host none the wiser for it.

The smirk became a full-blown grin.

Cana loved expanding her collection of character cards.

"How's it going?" a cheerful voice sounded by the Card Mage's ear.

"Really nicely. I think I've gotten just about every single one of the visiting mages," the brunette responded, holding her empty tankard out to the barmaid. "Fill her up, Mira!"

Mirajane giggled and started to pour. "Why do you refer to it with the feminine pronoun? Shouldn't it be male?"

Laughing, Cana replied, "You've got a point! Fill my hubby up!"

The white-haired mage flinched. "Okay, that just sounds wrong."

It only made the brunette guffaw and snort even harder, the hand holding the tankard shaking the object dangerously with the force of it.

Until a flying Elfman took the pair out of commission.

A huge weight slammed into the women, knocking them down.

The full tankard and the refill pitcher that Mirajane had been holding both went flying, beer spilling everywhere and toppling the card stacks.

Cards fluttered to the ground around Cana. Groaning, she tried to rise, only for another immense weight to ram into her side.

Wheezing, for the very air had been knocked out of her lungs, Cana tried to pull oxygen back into her body. Once she could breathe again, she glanced up. To her surprise, she, Mirajane, and Elfman weren't the only ones down.

In fact, most of the guild was incapacitated and lying on the ground.

Blinking, Cana tried to rise, only to discover a heavy pressure on her arm prevented her from doing so. With a groan, she twisted in place to try to see the cause of her immobility. Ineffectually, she pushed at the man pinning her arm to the ground. "Get off, Dad!"

Gildarts grumbled, shifting his weight to free his daughter.

Except, their arms refused to detach from each other.

Horror and dread swept through Cana, as she threw a quick glance at the card deck scattered around her.

Sure enough, there was her card, and Gildarts' card. Coated in the spilt beer.

And most definitely stuck together.

For the first time in years, nausea that had nothing to do with a hangover settled in Cana's stomach.

Because those weren't the only cards stuck together.

"AH, FUCK."

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