AN: Hello my loves! LadyPlague at your service! I know it's been a little while, I just got a job, so I've been trying to get into the swing of things and balance my time wisely. Today is going to be mass update day I believe. Meaning I'm doing nothing but writing, and updating as many things as I can. It has been brought to my attention by miss BrokenPiecesOfHell (that was her old name her new one for some reason won't post when I type it.) That even though Bickslow is my favorite man in Fairy Tail. I only have one OC X Bickslow story…. I don't like that considering that reapers soul is on hold until further notice. So I'm gonna add another one. I promise I am still updating all my other stories don't worry! Just not as fast as I would like because of work. Now that I have a better grasp on my schedule though, after today, expect one update every week or at the very least every other week. Love you all! Oh yeah! There will be P.O.V changes like always but this one starts off in Third person and then switches to Bickslow. Like always I do not own Fairy Tail. POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS.

It was a cold day in Magnolia, so cold, that most everyone had stayed inside their homes, sitting at their fireplaces, drinking hot chocolate as they watched the snow, fall. Barely any stores or shops had been open, because it was just too cold. The few shops that had been opened closed early do to lack of business. It was dreary. The weather only got worse as day bleed into night. With three feet of snowfall no one was traversing the dark cold streets of Magnolia…except for one. The mage guild hall, Fairy Tail, never closed. Its mages would be there rain or shine, would travel through a blizzard or flood to get to their beloved home. It's well passed 11 at night and one person was walking through the streets, heading away from the Fairy Tail guild.

His voice, even though barely above a whisper, could be heard through the streets, since it was eerily quite, as the wind had subsided and now, the streets looked like a quiet still winter wonder land. "I should have stayed at the guild hall. But no! Why would I do that! I just had to go home! Couldn't stay at the giant Fairy Tail slumber party! Oh no! Not me! Instead I just have to walk through the three fucking feet of snow covering the goddamn town! Can't even have my babies with me for company tonight! Nooo, it's too cold for them to be in this shit! Their wood would have cracked within half an hour! I really need to stop forgetting to coat them in that cold resistance shit Gray gave me. Fucking coldest goddamn night I've ever lived through!"

The man grumbles to himself as he slowly walks through the snow-covered streets. His arms hugging his body as he does, the chill seeping into his bones. "Fuck this! No one is out here!" With a huff the strange mage pulls off a metal visor, that he wears to cover his eyes, underneath, his face is bright red from the cold, his blue and black hair is poking up in every direction possible. The Fairy Tail Mage known as Bickslow, grumbles as he clips his visor to his belt, the metal had just been too cold against his face, and he pulls out a knitted hat and pulls it atop his head, covering his ears in a warmth that his mask couldn't provide for him.

"Mavis, that's better!" He sighs contentedly. "Wish I could have stayed at the guild though." He mumbles to himself. No of course I couldn't stay, he thinks, Natsu just had to say something about how I'd take my mask off to sleep. He just had to make everyone uncomfortable about me being there with them. To his friends credit, Laxus, Ever and Freed all tried to defend him. They know he doesn't need his mask. They should stop trying, no one will listen.

Bickslow sighs, pulling his hat farther over his ears, he still has another mile to walk, to get to his house. If not for the snow that goes up to his knee's he would have been there already. At least there's no wind. As Bickslow walks, an uncomfortable feeling starts to grow in the bit of his stomach. He pauses, concentrates on his surroundings, and glances around him. The area is still, no one else is stupid enough to be outside, except him. With a shake of his head he ignores the feeling and continues his walk.

"Help her…"

Bickslow stops again, his eyes wide as a distorted voice whispers to him. He darts his eyes around him again, not seeing anything. "It's just the wind Bickslow." He tries to tell himself, even though there is no wind.

"Please…help her…." He hears it again, the bad feeling grows bigger. He darts his eyes around again, concentrating harder. When he looks to his left, towards the Magnolia Park, his eyes widen. There, a small green orb, is floating next to a snow covered cherry blossom tree.

"A soul…" His voice is so low he's not sure if he said it out loud or thought it.

"Please…" The voice whispers again, "You have to help her."

The soul is asking for his help. He can't not help it, it's his job as a seith mage, to help the souls that haven't moved on, and to give the ones who can't a home. With determination, Bickslow alters his direction, and heads towards the soul.

With each step Bickslow takes, the glowing orb moves backwards. It's leading me somewhere. "Where are we going?" He asks the soul, his eyes glowing green as he taps into his magic.

"To help her…" The soul speaks.

"Who is her?" Bickslow questions.

"Mommy." The soul seems to yell at him.

Mommy? Oh fuck! Mavis, it's a kids soul. The soul starts moving faster, causing Bickslow to have to sprint faster into the park. After five minutes, the soul comes to a halt. Bickslow stops right next to it. He looks around not seeing anything.

"Where is she kid?" Bickslow asks, his eyes darting around frantically, if a soul is asking him to help its mom, something bad had to have happened. With the only light coming from the moon, which is partially covered in clouds, he finds it hard to see anything.

The soul moves slightly and lowers itself to the top of a small mound of snow. "Here!" The soul sounds frantic as it shouts. It's voice now distinguishable enough to know that it is a boy.

Bickslow quickly moves to the mound of snow and starts brushing the snow away. His heart jumps into his throat as he see's a woman underneath the layer of snow he just moved. "Oh Mavis no!" He frantically brushes all the snow off her body, his heart sinking more as he does so. Her feet are bare of socks or shoes, her legs clad in only a pair of lightweight stretchy pants, her torso covered by a flimsy sweater. He notices tears in her clothes and dark red stains around the tears, the wounds are covered in frost, preventing bleeding. Her fingertips have turned slightly blue. Bickslow looks at her face, her lips are blue, her skin stark white, with splotches of blood covering her forehead and one cheek. Her short dark hair seems to be matted down to her head with blood. He can't see her chest rising and following, she's dead. For her to have been buried like that, she had to have been laying here for over an hour. She froze to death.

Bickslow looks at the childs soul. Fuck. "Kid…your mommy, she's not going to wake up, she died." He tries to explain as gently as he can.

The orb quickly moves and smacks into Bickslow's head, nothing to do any damage but the soul was angry. "No! Your magic! Save her!"

If I need to use it to give him comfort…I will. With a small sigh Bickslow let his magic flow through his body, his eyes glowing a bright green as he looked at the small woman, his eyes focusing on the center of her chest. What the fuck…? There, right where her soul should be, is a faint red glow, her soul. It's still there.

Bickslow kicks himself into high gear quickly pulling off his warm winter coat, Hi picks the woman up, wrapping her in the coat, he removes his hat, placing it on top of her head, he takes his scarf off and wraps it around her feet, needing to get all her bare parts into warmth. I can't get home fast enough. She doesn't have enough time….the babies…they could make it. I know they could, their shells will last long enough in the cold for this.

"Alright kid. We're going to save your mom." The soul flies into the mask Bickslow has on his hip, the mask forming almost a bucket for the soul to sit in. Bickslow quickly picks the woman up, and stands, his surprise at how light she is, worries him even more.

He closes his eyes, and stretches his magic out, he's only done this once and not from as far, so he hopes it works. He lets his magic wander farther away from him till it finds his target, he lets his magic feed his five tiki dolls, awakening the souls from their slumber. He calls to them and sighs in relief when he feels them answer to him. He pulls on the strings connecting his magic to their souls, and within seconds five small pops are heard and his souls appeared.

"Babies!" He cries. "Get us home!" Bickslow jumps, one tiki flying settling under each foot and they zoom off, the three unused tiki following after. Bickslow holds the still woman close to his body, trying to get his body heat to keep her warm as the speed through Magnolia, at a pace much faster then he could have ran.

Within a few short minutes, the tiki stopped at Bickslow's front door. He hopped off the tiki and slammed his front door open, he quickly walked inside before kicking the door closed. He quickly makes his way into his living room. Hastily, not letting the woman go, he uses one of his feet to kick the coffee table in front of his couch, out of the way.

"Papa, Popo!" He shouts at two tiki, "Get my blankets. Pipi, Pupu, I need one of my sweaters and a pare of sweats."

The tiki zoom off quickly. The first back are Papa and Popo, large thick blankets draped over them as they return, making them look as if someone was pretending to be a ghost. Bickslow took the blanket from Popo and set it on the floor, he laid the woman on top of it, before quickly turning away, towards a large fire place. He notices that Pepe has already pushed some logs inside of the fireplace. Bickslow grabs a box of matches and a few pieces of news paper, he quickly sets the paper on fire and throws it into the fireplace.

He turns his attention back to the young woman as Pipi and Pupu come back with the clothes he requested. Bickslow groans slightly, knowing that he needs to strip the woman. He needs to work on getting her body temperature up, and work on her wounds at the same time. Fuck, I need Wendy. Think Bickslow. She wouldn't be able to make it here for at least a few days, she just had to go on a mission! Fuck. He was on his own.

"Kid!" Bickslow shouts trying to get the attention of the child spirit, while he grabs the clothing that Pipi and Pupu brought him. The soul zips out of Bickslows helm.

"Help her!" The soul wails.

Bickslow nods. "I'm trying. I need to go get some medical supplies. You stay here, if something happens you get me, understood, kid?"

"Yes!"

Bickslow quickly rushes to his bathroom, throwing open the cabinet underneath his sink. He grabs a tin filled to the brim with most of the things he'll need. He also grabs a bottle of filled with crap to disinfect and clean the wounds. With everything he needs he runs back to the living room. His tiki and the child soul are surrounding the woman.

He sets the medical stuff down and pulls the woman into him. "Kid, I need to put her in warmer clothes. I'm not going to hurt her, understand?" He didn't want the kid to think he was going to hurt his mom.

"Okay."

Bickslow quickly gets to work, gently removing the frozen and wet sweater from the woman's. He bites his tongue trying to hold in the gasp threatening to leave his throat. She's hurt, and hurt bad. There's a large slash that starts from just below her black bra and goes diagonal to her hip. The wound isn't bleeding because the blood froze and created a clot. He needs to hurry though, once she gets warm the blood will flow again. He takes the sweatshirt, Pipi had gotten him and pulls it over her head, letting it fall down her torso. Before he moves onto her pants, he moves her to get a look at her back, needing to know which wounds he'll have to take care of first. He see's a large amount of scratches running down her back, but nothing that will need stitches.

He lays her back on top of the blanket, before shifting his body in order to get her pants off. He takes a deep breath, he hooks his fingers under her waist band, he knows he can't look away, he needs to see the damage. He quickly and as delicately as possible pulls them off of her. He grits his teeth, seeing a long gash from her hip on the left, all the way down to her ankle. Fuck, I can't put these over that! He grabs the thick blanket from Papa and wraps it around her body. He need's her to warm up just a bit, before he can stich her wounds.

He looks up at her, and notices that her chest is noticeably rising and falling Good. That's a good sign. He remembers that she had been bare foot. He slips his hand under the blanket and touches her feet, they feel like solid ice. He grabs them between his hands trying to warm them up, hoping she magically didn't get frost bite.

As he continues to try and warm her feet with his hands he looks at the glowing orb. "What's your name kid?"

"Azrael."

Bickslow nods. He looks at the woman. "What's her name?"

"Mommy."

Bickslow sighs. "What's the name other people call her?"

"Uhm..Ama…mana…thea…" The soul, Azrael stutters not quite pronouncing his mothers name right.

One of Bickslow's babies float over to him, Papa. "He means, Adamanthea, right, Azrael?" Papa speaks. Bickslow looks back to the child soul.

"Yesh! Tha's right!"

Bickslow feels a slight warmth return to the woman, Adamanthea's, feet. With a slightly relieved sigh, Bickslow knows he needs to get to work with the wounds now, her body has gotten warmer, the wounds are more than likely starting to thaw out.

Before he starts on the wounds though, he realizes he forgot something. With a sigh he stands and walks into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and filling it with hot water. There's a clean cloth in the med kit. He walks back into the living room. Adamanthea has gained a very slight bit of color in her skin. He needs to hurry, and hope she hasn't already lost too much blood.

He sits down beside her. The one that needs the most attention is the one on her stomach. With a nod to himself he move's the blanket slightly away from her torso, just enough so that he can get to the wound and still keep most of her body covered. He lifts the sweat-shirt up, to just below her bra. I don't think I've ever been more happy about the fact that I had to learn first aid because of my team. He notices the wound is still slightly frosted, there's no blood oozing from it. He opens the first aid kit, and grabs the clean cloth inside, he dips it into the warm water and as gently as he can he rubs it down the gash on her torso, defrosting the wound. He lets out a hiss as blood starts to slowly seep from the wound. After wiping it down with the warm water, he uses the antibacterial liquid to clean out the wound. He winces as her hears it sizzle within the torn flesh. Mavis, if she was conscious she'd be screaming until her ears bleed. Fuck.

When the sizzle stopped, signaling that the wound is clean, he grabs the stitches and the stitching needle. He makes quick work of threading the needle. With a sigh, he uses one hand to press the wound together. He pushes the needle through her ripped flesh, making the first stitch. With his nimble fingers, he makes quick work of stitching up the large wound. He treats it with the antibacterial liquid once more, before grabbing a roll of gauze. He moves Adamanthea so the he has her back leaning slightly against his chest. He sits her up, Papa, Pepe, and Pipi, quickly moving to hold her up, while Bickslow quickly cleans the cuts on her back. The tiki keep her held up as he uses the gaze wrapping her torso in it, before taping the end down. He pulls the sweat-shirt back down her body, to help keep her warm, once more.

He moves down to her legs. Moving the blanket to the side, he gets a good look at the gash. He exams the torn flesh that reaches hip to ankle. It's going to leave a nasty scar, but it doesn't need stitches, it's deep but not deep enough to stitch. He wets the cloth in the warms water and wipes the wound down, once again causing the frost to dissipate, and the wound to slowly bleed. He does the same as he did with the stomach wound, taking the antibacterial liquid and pouring it in the wound. It sizzles, cleaning it. He rubs an ointment into it after the sizzling stops, and then wraps it up in gauze.

One last thing to do. He makes his way up to her head. He gently cleans the blood off, relief overflows his body when he realizes that there are no major wounds. Just a few cuts that bled more than you would have thought they could. The seith mage grabs the pair of sweatpants, now that her wound on her leg is covered, and carefully slides them up her legs and over her hips. They're really loose on her, but he can't do anything about it. He uses the thick blanket and bundles her back up, before cleaning up all the supplies.

After cleaning up, and washing the blood off his hands, he goes into his bedroom, and quickly undresses before throwing on a pair of grey sweats. He leaves his shirt and mask off, and turns the heat on a little higher in his house. When he goes back into the living room, he stokes the fire, making it blaze hotter, and adds more wood.

Finally Bickslow takes a minute and sits down, next to Adamanthea. He drags his hand tiredly down his face, the stress finally starting to leave his body. He looks at Adamanthea, pressing his hand to her face, she's warming up. Thank fucking Mavis! With Porly stuck in her home in the woods, and Wendy on a mission, if she would have taken a turn for the worse, there's nothing I would have been able to do.

Bickslow sighs again, he looks around the room, and notices his souls are surrounding Azrael and talking in hushed voices. He watches them curiously, before the glowing orb of a child's soul slowly floats over to Bickslow.

"Miser, Bishlow?"

Bickslow raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Papa ands Pepe and Pupu ands Pipi ands Popo, says you can do stuff, ands I can does stuff. Miser Bishlow, I wanna be yer soul toos."

Bickslow freezes, his blood runs slightly cold. He starts the weigh the pros and cons in his head. The only con being that if his mother doesn't stay in Magnolia, her sons soul will be separated from her. The pros far out weigh that in his opinion. When a soul becomes a lost soul that can't move on, and a seith mage doesn't find it, the soul turns into something evil, something vindictive and cruel. Bickslow looks at the small orb and nods.

"Come on Azrael." Bickslow speaks softly to the soul. He stands and leads the orb down a hallway away from the living room, Pepe, Pupu, and Popo staying with Adamanthea, and Papa and Pipi following behind Bickslow and Azrael.

Bickslow P.O.V

I can feel the pulse from Azrael's soul, next to me. His energy sending shock waves over my flesh at his close proximity. He's a very powerful soul. "Azrael, how old were you when you died?"

The orb known as Azrael floats slightly closer to me. "Erm, five."

A long sigh escapes my lips, he was so young, child souls have always been the worst for me. I've never found one that couldn't pass on. I don't know how exactly they progress, or how they function under the power of my magic.

"How long ago did you die?"

"Mommy say if I were livings I'd be umm…eight."

Well, fuck! She's been completely aware of her kids soul for three years. This is going to be hell to explain when she wakes up.

We reach the end of my hallway, stopping at a large wooden door, with carvings of soul orbs and my five tiki in it. Made it myself, thought it was fitting for my workshop. I quickly open the door, Azrael, Papa and Pipi, floating in behind me. I look at the shelves lining all four walls of the room, laden with failed tiki dolls, and ones that I'd use for future souls I'd find. I search through the ones I like, and my eyes catch a slightly smaller tiki. Its eyes made wide and you could almost see life in them, the lips are set in a small grin, almost child like in nature. It was the one I had carved after I encountered my first child soul. It's perfect for Azrael. I pull it off the shelf and go to sit at the swivel stool in front of my work bench. My souls and Azrael go and sit atop the work station. I look at the green orb.

"Azrael, I need to explain some things, you might not fully understand it though."

"Otay.

I rake my hand over my hair, sighing once again, I've been doing that a lot tonight. "I'll have to use my magic and bond it to you Azrael. That means you won't ever be able to leave my side. You know how you never sleep, right?" I ask the child, trying my best to explain this the right way for him to understand.

"Yesh."

"Well, when I bond my magic to your soul, my magic will feed you. But when I cut my magic off, you'll be able to sleep, until I push my magic back into you."

"I don like naps."

I chuckle slightly at that. "Neither do I bud. It won't hurt you though. Nothing can hurt you again. You'll never disappear, and you can be with your mom forever, but you won't be able to see her unless she's around me."

"Papa say ifs I don do this, I'll be a bad boy and mommy will cry. I don wanna makes mommy cry."

I say a silent thank you to Papa, "He's right, if you don't do this, you'll become bad and you'll hurt your mommy."

The tiny soul gasps. "Neber! I neber hurt my mommy!"

"Alright, then are you ready?" I ask him quietly. My hands are shaking slightly, I've never done this with a kid soul. Fuck!

"Ready!"

I nod my head with new found determination, I refuse to let this child become tainted by evil, even after death. I place one hand on the empty tiki and one hand on Azrael's soul. The initial bond is the most important when connecting it to the new body. After that switching souls into a new shell is simple. I build up a large amount of my magic, starting in my core, I can feel it warming the area it's concentrated in. Very slowly as to not fuck this up, I push the magic up and to my arms, down into my hands, my skin tingling as I move my magic. I let pulse through my palms as I feed my magic into the soul and the shell. My magic forms the connection with Azrael as I slowly move the orb and press it into the shell, forcing the empty husk to absorb it. It's taking a lot more magic than any of the other souls I've bonded with.

I can feel sweat forming on my brow, slowly dripping down my face. Once his soul is completely inside the husk, it glows a bright green. My eyes widen as the glow gets brighter and swirls of red and black integrate into the bright green glow. This…this has never happened before, but I can't stop, if I do his soul will be torn to shreds. I place both my hands on the smooth carved wood, pouring as much magic into it, as the bond demands. I let out a grunt, feeling my magic deplete to a dangerous level.

I don't stop, I can't. As I feel my magic nearly disappear, the glowing stops, letting me know the bond is complete. I quickly cut off my magic to all the tiki including my newest, Azrael. My body heaves as I gasp for air. Holy fuck! What just happened? I can't even begin to comprehend why that took so much magic. I lose my eyes for a moment, a sense of guilt hitting me from disconnecting my magic so suddenly. I'll have to apologize and explain in the morning.

I scoop up Papa, Popo and Azrael's totems, and make my way back to the living room. I take all my totems and set them on the mantel of my fireplace before sitting down on the floor, my back resting against my leather couch. I let my gaze fall on Adamanthea. Her chest is rising and falling at a normal rate, which puts me at ease. It'll be three days until I can get Wendy here to heal her wounds, hopefully it'll be easy to travel by then. I'll have to get her up to the guild to meet Master Makarov. Figure out what happened to her.

I close my eyes as I think of a plan for what to do. I can't call Laxus right away, I'll have to make sure I've explained things to her before I do. Or else Laxus would probably scare the shit out of her. Don't need her getting overwhelmed by people when she wakes up. She won't be able to be moved out of the house until her wounds are healed, that much is for sure.

I slowly start to feel my body shut down on me, I let it, I'm to exhausted to fight it, and I let my self drift off into sleep, my thoughts slowing to a stop, and darkness wrapping me into its peaceful embrace.

Adamanthea P.O.V

All I can see is blackness. It surrounds me as sharp pains wreck throughout my body. I groan, but refuse to open my eyes just yet. There is a warmth spreading throughout my veins, a warmth that shouldn't be there. The last thing that I remember is having collapsed in the snow, the cold freezing and numbing my wounds and causing my blood to turn to slush.

My fingers move slowly and grip onto what covers my body. A blanket? How? Why? I slowly open my eyes, to be faced with a fireplace, with glowing embers signaling that a fire had slowly diminished over time.

Moving my head ever so slightly, I try and take in my surroundings, ignoring the pain that travels up my stomach and down my hip all the way to my ankle. I notice six totems sitting upon the mantel of the fireplace, they're beautifully crafted. Turning my head, I notice a man, leaning against a black leather couch.

I take in his appearance. Trying not to let my face blush as I realize just how handsome he is. His bare torso, is nice and toned and lean, not overly ripped with muscles. His angular face looks soft as he sleeps. A strange tattoo covers half his face, and his blue and black hair looks so soft to the touch. Is he who saved me?

I look around me, trying to find the familiar green orb of my sons soul. I don't see it, and a frown stretches across my face. Where is he? I let out a sigh, realizing he's probably hiding form the handsome man, who seems to have saved my life. I look down at myself, slowly moving the blanket off me and notice I'm in clothes, way to big for my small five foot frame. Oh god! He saw me naked! The blush I had tried to keep at bay, finally enflames my cheeks. I can't be mad at the guy though, it was probably necessary. I know I was badly injured, that's not a secret.

My body feels so stiff, not really thinking about the consequences I go to stretch, and cry out as I feel my injuries stretch painfully. I didn't realize how loud I had yelled until I hear a rustling and see the handsome man leaning over me with panic written all over his face. I can feel tears slowly working their way down my face, as I look up at the man. I can't even speak.

He frowns, and quickly, yet delicately moves my body and pulls me into his chest. "It's okay, Adamanthea." His smooth voice whispers soothingly. How does he know my name?

I feel him gently lift the sweatshirt I'm wearing, I look down at my stomach to see what he's doing, and cry out again as I see the nasty wound marring my skin.

"Okay, at least you didn't pull the stitches." He sighs, and then pulls my shirt back down. "My guilds healer is out of town, wont be back for another two days, I'm sorry but you'll have to deal with the stiches and the pain until she gets her." He sounds so remorseful.

"Did…" I feel my throat tighten and try to clear it. "Did you take care of me…" My voice is raspy and it makes me cringe. I look up at his face to see some emotion I can't describe in his eyes.

"Yeah, I found you buried in snow in Magnolia Park."

My heart soars! I made it to Magnolia, wait his guild…he must mean Fairy Tail. Maybe he knows the seith mage, he'd have to right? I need the seith mage, without him…Azrael is doomed to be consumed by evil. I pushed it waiting three years, but I never had an opening to leave that….that hell, until now.

I sit up abruptly and turn to face the man fully, grunting and biting my tongue so I don't scream from the searing pain I just caused myself to go through.

"Please!" I beg, "Tell me you know the Fairy Tail seith mage! I need his help! I have…I have a soul that can't move on, and…and he can't….I can't let him be lost to me!" Tears stream down my cheeks.

The man smiles softly. "So you knew? I was worried when you woke up that I'd be in a world of hurt, and having to cower from the wrath of a mother. That is not something I ever want to do. Moms are fucking scary." He chuckles softly.

What? How does he know…? What in the hell is going on.

He must see the confusion on my face. "My name is Bickslow. I'm the resident seith mage of Fairy Tail. I took Azrael's soul last night after fixing you up, and bonded with him." He points to the mantel. I turn my gaze to follow his finger. "The small one, that's Azrael."

I let a small sob escape my lips and then throw myself at the man who saved both mine, and my sons lives. I wrap my arms around him not caring about the pain, and I feel him hesitantly wrap his arms gently around me in return.

"Thank you, Bickslow. Thank you so much!"

I feel him nod against me. "Do you want to explain why I found you in the middle of a snow storm, half dead?" He asks, the sound of light-hearted joking is heard in his tone. I smile appreciating that he deals with serious things like I do, making a joke out of it.

I pull away and look at his face sticking my tongue out at him. His eyes widen and he laughs slightly. "Oh, you know!" I say with a ridiculous amount of cheer in my voice, I've grown so far past caring about the shit that's happened to me, if I can't explain things how I need to too cope, well fuck everyone else. "Just the usually, kidnapped by a dark guild at 8 for my magic, the impregnated me at 15, wanting to see if my magic would pass to my spawn. They killed him with their experiments at five, and I found a way to escape three years later. Well they didn't want to lose me apparently I'm just that good of a lay!" I chuckle. I can't help it. After all the sit I've been through I've been desensitized to giving a flying fuck, or making a big deal out of how shitty my life is. This is how I learned to cope, making a joke out of everything that should hurt.

I look at Bickslows face, his eyes betray his face, at least he's trying. At least he seems to understand what I'm doing, that I'm coping, because he keeps a fake smile etched on his face, even though his eyes look like he wants to commit murder.

"Well…Fuck. Guess you'll just have to join Fairy Tail then. So we can protect your seemingly magnet danger attracting ass, huh?"

I let out a watery chuckle. I nod a thanks to him, he does understand.

"Now," Bickslow speaks. "I unfortunately don't have enough magic yet to power up my souls. Your son depleted me when I formed the bond. He's going to be different then my other five, I can feel it."

I grin at Bickslow. "That's my boy!"

Bickslow P.O.V

I look at the small broken woman in front of me. She's filled with so much hurt and pain, but I get her. I get why she tried to be lighthearted about her life. I understand. She's hiding the pain, much like I do at the guild. I get it. If that's what she needs to cope. Then I'm all for helping her out. I take in her appearance. Her hair is still so matted in blood that I can't even tell what color it is.

"How about you let me help clean you up, and then I get you some breakfast?" I ask her curiously.

"I look that rough, huh?" She cringes. I just nod. "Leave it to me to be saved by a handsome mage, only to look like crap!" She groans dramatically. I grin at her sticking my tongue out.

She lets out a giggle, her smile making her eyes sparkle. "Oh the things we could do with that tongue, Sir Bickslow." My eyes widen before I let out a loud bellowing laugh. Oh Mavis, this girl. I'm going to like having her around.

"Well," She speaks again. "You already saw me with no clothes on, so might as well!" I snort.

"Oh if you weren't injured, the things I'd do to you, little lady." I smile as she lets out a heart stopping laugh.

"My knight in shinning armor is a pervert! Lucky me!" I grin at her, and she grins back.

I stand and carefully move to pick her up, an arm under her legs, and one behind her back, she moves her arms to wrap around my neck, and I lift her. She lets out a grunt, I frown slightly.

"Sorry."

"Nah, no worries lil' perv!" She says, Her bright orange eyes sparkling in mischief. I grin. Her eyes are amazing, with little flecks of red, causing them the shimmer.

I carry her down the hallway and into my bathroom, setting her gently on top of the toilet. She can't shower, I don't want her to get the stitches wet, or the bandage on her leg wet. "So," I say with my signature Bickslow grin. "Ready for a sponge bath?"

She looks at me with a straight face. "Of course nurse Bickslow! How could I deny the man that saved my life the pleasure of seeing me naked?" I snort at her and she giggles. "Can we wash my hair first though, this is freaking gross?" She asks as she runs her fingers through her matted hair. I nod.

I dart of the room, and into my kitchen, grabbing a bar stool that's at my little high top table, and bring it into the bathroom setting it in front of the sink. "What color is your hair anyway?" I ask curiously as I pick her up and place her on the stool. She chuckles.

"It covered in that much blood?" She shakes her head. "No worries the blood in my hair isn't mine. It's neon green!"

I shake my head at her and start the water in the sink getting it warm. I instruct her to lean her head back, and have to stifle my gulp as she does, exposing her neck. I feel the urge to lick and nibble her neck. I stifle it.

She sighs contently and closes her eyes as I run my fingers through her short hair letting the water soak it, rinsing off most of the blood. She's unique I'll give her that, her hair is short on the sides, and long on top and yeah, it's definitely a bright green color. I quickly grab my shampoo and conditioner from my shower and wash out her hair.

"I appreciate this Bickslow. Thank you so much for doing this, for saving me, for making sure Azrael is taken care of." I look down at her as I finish rinsing out the conditioner in her hair.

"I'm a Fairy Tail mage Adamanthea, it's what we do, we help people in need, and we give them a home, when they have none."

She gives me a small smile. I reach behind me and snag a towel off the rack and rub it over her hair after I turn the sink off, drying it so the water doesn't drip all over. She sits up and smiles even wider.

"Ready to see me naked again, Bixy baby?" She chuckles, causing me to smile at her.

"Oh you know it! Nothing turns me on, quite like seeing a naked popsicle." She looks at me her face unreadable, for letting out a full blown laugh, she laughs so hard she starts snorting, causing her to quickly cover her mouth with her hand and looks at me in horror. I laugh at her expression.

"Alrighty, arms up." She does as she's told and I gently lift the shirt off her head. She quickly places an arm over her rather large chest.

"Unhook my bra for me? I can't keep wearing that under the sweatshirt, it's fucking gross." I nod at her, realizing she's right, the bra has blood stains on it. Making quick work of her bra, she quickly, pushes the straps down and throws it to the floor, not once revealing what I'm sure is, the most delicious set of tits known to mankind.

I quickly place another clean towel over her lap, knowing we have to get her pants and panties off her as well, She gives me a cheeky grin, causing me to shake my head. How this girl is so chill with this situation is beyond me. I reach under the towel, using one arm to lift her ass up, and the other to pull the pants and under wear down past her hips, before setting her back on the chair, and pulling the clothing down her legs and to the floor. I can feel my face blush. Adamanthea giggles, and I know she saw my face flush slightly. I look up at her, only to see that her tongue is hanging out of her mouth at me.

Fuck she's perfect. I shake my head to rid myself of these thoughts. It's definitely not the right time to have them. I stand and start the sink again, letting the water get nice and warm before grabbing a rag and holding it under the running water.

Adamanthea looks at me with a small smile on her slightly flush face. I decide to start there, at her face, and I gently run the rag over her face, getting bits of dried blood off, before running the rag down over her neck, the front sides and back. I can't help but to gulp, as her skin comes clean, she's beautiful. I run the cloth under the water again, rinsing it before, going over her shoulders and down her arms. I watch her face as I rub down the arm covering her chest. She suck her plump lower lip into her mouth biting down on it. I grin. Fucking perfection is sitting in front of me.

I rinse the cloth again, and go down to her stomach and ribs, being careful as I clean near her wound. I notice faint white scars across her entire torso, and feel a strange rage start to bubble up inside me, at the thought of someone hurting a woman as perfect as Adamanthea.

Slowly, start to rinse off the rest of her body, from her stomach, to her back, down her hips, over her thighs and down her legs. She smiles down at me as I run the cloth over her perfectly tone legs and her pretty dainty feet. I rinse off the cloth and hand it to her.

I awkwardly clear my throat, "You can wash of your…more delicate areas, while I get you a clean shirt sweatshirt and a pair of boxers."

She nods her head at me a smile still on her face, as I leave the bathroom. I quickly make my way into my bedroom, and go through my dresser. I grab a warm sweater and a pair of basketball shorts with drawstrings so she can tie them tight to her beautiful wide hips. Fuck Bickslow…it is beyond not the time to think like that.

Walking out of the room I groan. I'll need to get in touch with one of the female mages, for clothes for Adamanthea. Fuck. I can't call Ever, she'll tell Freed, and Freed will tell Laxus, and then all three of them will brave the cold to get here, to see what the hell is going on. That would be a disaster; I don't want to spook Adamanthea. The same thing would happen with Mira, but she' tell the whole guild, and say some bullshit about babies. Fuck, who would keep their mouth shut…Cosplayer. I'll have to call Cosplayer. She knows how to keep a secret.

I walk back in the bathroom and let my gaze meet Adamanthea's. "I unfortunately don't have any girl clothes, I'll get a hold of one of the chick mages in my guild and see what I can do. You can't leave here until I get our healer to look at you, okay?"

She nods. The two of us make quick work of getting her into the clothing I grabbed from my room. "Thank you, Bickslow. For all of this. I know I thanked you already, and you said that, you're a Fairy Tail mage, you had to help, but really, you didn't. You could have left me there, or not tired to find me. So thank you so much."

"You don't need to thank me, Adamanthea. Now lets get some breakfast. I happen to e the cook in my team, so, you're in for quite a treat. Well shit, first woman I've ever said that to when it didn't involve me using my tongue."

Adamanthea lets out a chuckle, as I scoop her into my arms once more and take her into the kitchen, sitting her at another stool as I start on breakfast.

-The Almighty Line Break!-

I watch as Adamanthea curls up on my couch, with Azrael's totem in her arms. Even after breakfast, I still don't have the magic to power up my souls. That kid seriously sucked up nearly all my magic last night. I look at the clock above my fireplace. Elven am, Cosplayer should be awake by now.

I grab the communications lacrima off my side table, and let a small zap of magic flow through it, powering it up. "Cosplayer." I say into the device.

Within just a few seconds, a bubbly blond with bright brown eyes, and a smile that lights up her entire face appears on the screen. "Hello!" She says cheerfully, until she notices it's me on the other end. Fuck, I don't have my mask on. "Oh hey, Bickslow!" Her voice doesn't lose her cheer, more does she seem offset about my lack of mask.

I smiley slightly, I can feel Adamanthea's curious eyes on me. "Hey, Cosplayer. Listen. I need your help."

Lucy raises one of her eyebrows at me in question. "I'm not going to help you with your morning wood Bickslow." I hear Adamanthea let out a snort, and I can't help but to chuckle.

"No, not that, Cosplayer. Besides we allllll know you only have eyes for a certain lightening mage." I let my tongue waggle out of my mouth as her face blushes bright red. "In all seriousness though, this is important. I really need your help. Are the roads clear enough to travel? I haven't checked."

"Well yeah, how else would I be in my apartment right now. I spent the night at the guild last night, remember? By the way," Her face turns serious. "I'm so sorry about how Natsu, Gray and Erza reacted." I feel my face tighten at the mention of her team mates.

"Hey don't worry about it, Cosplayer. Can you just…can you come to my house and bring a few sets of clean clothes, warm clean clothes, loose ones too. And maybe some bandages and gauze, I'm out."

"Nani?! Why do you need women's clothes Bix?"

I sigh. "Listen, Cosplayer I'll explain when you get here, just please, your kind of the only person I can trust with this, you're the only female in our guild who knows how to keep their mouth shut."

Cosplayer's face softens and she nods. "I'll be there soon, Bickslow." We disconnect.

I let my eyes wander to Adamanthea, she's staring at me. "Who was that?" She asks curiously.

"Cosplayer, she's a celestial spirit mage. One of the few members of my guild that knows how to handle delicate situations."

She nods in understanding, cuddling closer to her sons totem. "A celestial spirit mage? I knew one of those once. She had the kindest soul. She was quite a bit older than me, and this was before I got kidnapped, she used to babysit me. I've always wondered what happened to her."

I smiled sadly at her. There are so many questions I want to ask, but I can't bring myself to do so. At least not yet. I want her to be comfortable, not overwhelmed by everything at once. "Can I ask you something?" I question. She looks at me and hesitantly nods.

"How did you know about me, about how Azrael would need me in order to stay a pure soul."

She hums in thought. "Well, when Azrael passed away, and the dark guild who had me captive noticed his soul sticking around. One of the members messed up, and said something a little to close to my cell, about how it's a shame Azrael would probably snap and kill me at some point, sense I wasn't a seith mage and couldn't save him from going dark." She pauses and looks at me. "There was one day when the Master of the dark guild was speaking about this guild in Magnolia, a really strong one. And they were going over a bunch of the members, since some of them had gone missing, and he was speaking of the missing ones, and the one that caught my attention was you. The seith mage of Fairy Tail."

She takes a deep breath and runs her fingers through her hair, before speaking again. "My heart had sank when I realized that you guys had just vanished, but three months ago, the guild was in an uproar because the missing members of Fairy Tail had returned, from their seven year absence. I'm still not sure why they cared that you guys had gone missing, after 5 years of you already being gone, but. Hey. It gave me the strength to finally break out of there. Instead of fighting my captors daily and wearing myself out quickly. I stopped fighting, saved my energy and my magic up until I was strong enough to escape."

I look at Adamanthea in awe. She waited three years with an unstable soul and somehow managed to keep it from turning dark, she waited and held out hope that I…me…the perverted asshole, Bickslow, made it back so that I could help. No one has ever wanted my help before.

Before I can reply, there's a knock on my front door. "I'll be right back, it's got to be, Cosplayer." She smiles and nods at me.

Adamanthea's P.O.V

I sigh as Bickslow leaves the room. I can tell he wanted to ask me more than that, he wants me to go into detail about what happened to me, but I don't know if I can. I have to make light of this shit, or else I never would have survived. Every time one of the members of the dark guild rubbed shit in my face, like Azrael dying, I had to make a joke about it, so that they couldn't see how bad I was really hurting. So they couldn't win. Now though, knowing I don't have to use my defense mechanism, I'm terrified I'll break.

I shake my head, ridding myself of my thoughts, as I hear a female speaking, and footsteps coming towards me. "Bickslow, shut up, I couldn't bring clothes if they weren't whoever you have here's size. Plus I'm sure the girl will want her own undergarments!" The female voice sounds frustrated. I turn my head to look in their direction.

When a head of blond hair, and shinning brown orbs enter my field of vision, I gasp. "Lucy-nee?" My voice is barely a whisper, but the blonds eyes immediately snap to my unique orange and red orbs.

"Oh, Mavis…Th…Thea?" Her eyes fill with water.

"Lucy-nee!" I whine after hearing her nickname for me, my own tears threatening to fall.

Without any time to blink Lucy-nee races over to me. As Bickslow shouts out a warning, seconds to late, she has me embraced in a bone crushing hug, causing me scream in pain. She instantly pulls away.

"Oh, Mavis. Thea I'm so sorry! How hurt are you? What happened? Why are you here? I don't understand! When I went back home, you weren't there! Your father said you had ran away! Thea What happened to you?" Her face is dripping with her tears as she hold my hands tightly within her own.

Before answering her questions, I turn to Bickslow. "Thank you Bickslow! Thank you so much! You brought me back to Lucy-nee! You brought me home!"

"What…?" Lucy looks between Bickslow and I, confused out of her mind.

I smile sadly at the two. "I guess it's story time." My voice is filled with raw emotion.

Lucy kneels in front of my and Bickslow takes a seat next to me, one of his arms laying gently across my shoulders. "You don't have to, Adamanthea."

I shake my head no at Bickslow's words. "No, I do, you both deserve to know."

"Take your time, Thea." I nod at Lucy-nee's words.

"Well, I suppose my story starts when I was eight and Lucy-nee was 13. Lucy-nee what did my father tell you when I disappeared?"

She frowns. "Well, when you were 8 he said that he sent you to live with your grandparents because he didn't want to keep burdening me with babysitting you." Lucy looks at Bickslow. "Her father was the chef at the Heartfilia estate." She explains to him.

"He lied, Lucy-nee. I discovered my magic when I was eight. You know my father wasn't afraid of magic, he was used to it because of Mama Heartfilia and you. But my magic, Lucy-nee. It scared, it terrified him to his core. He sold me to a dark guild that found out about my magic. I'm a blood make mage, Lucy-nee." She gasps and slams a hand over her mouth, Bickslow looks at us confused. "Blood make magic, is similar to ice make, except, blood make, is a lost magic, and yet her I am, born with the ability to use it. I have to use my own blood to fuel my magic. I can only use it if I'm bleeding. Father was terrified that I would grow up and be able to use other peoples blood against them…I can, but I'd never do so, because it's cruel, and evil, using someone else's life force against them."

I sigh and take a breath letting this information sink in to both my new friend, and my older sister. "The guild who took me, experimented on me for years, the wanted to try to find a way to harness my magic and use it for their own gains. It was horrible Lucy-nee. One day, after being frustrated by their failed experiments, the guild master decided to try a different route. I was 15 and when the guild master raped me and made me with child. He thought that having two sources with the blood make gene in them would help his experiments.

"I gave birth to Azrael, my son, three days after I turned 16. He was beautiful. When Azrael turned five, the guild master got impatient with waiting, and started the experiment on Azrael, before he even showed any promise of having magical abilities. Azrael died." I held the small tiki totem in my hand, out to Lucy-nee. "This totem has Azrael's soul residing inside, Bickslow bonded with him last night, unfortunately it sucked out most his magic energy, and he can't feed them his magic right now, but this is my son."

Lucy- nee let out a choked sob, and I can feel Bickslow's muscles tense in anger. I can feel a few tears slip down my face, as I try my hardest not to break down. "Three years after Azrael died, I finally had the opportunity to escape. I traveled for a month, my destination being her in Magnolia, to Fairy Tail, I had heard about Bickslow in my captivity, and I knew I needed a seith mage to bond with my child. I made it to at the outskirts of Magnolia, when they found me. Well one member did. He almost killed me, but…i…I used his blood against him. I turned the blood in his veins to spikes and it ripped apart his veins from the inside out. He vanished before He dropped dead to the ground…I don't know how he did, but it's impossible that he survived.

"I used my blood make seal, to stop the flow of blood from my wounds, but I had lost to much from my attacks and the wounds he inflicted on me and passed out in the snow…that's where Bickslow found me. He saved my life Lucy-nee."