daffodil (a fairy tail origins au)

chapter two | the flowers that he loved

; tws // depression, alcohol, drinking, yelling, and cursing

[third pov]

when devin was taken about six years ago, ritchie felt like his heart was broken into two and couldn't be put back together. when he saw the look on his partner's face as he was pulled through that awful portal—oh, he was so scared and horrified. ritchie wanted so badly to run to him, to quickly grab him and get him away from that psychotic man and protect him. he wished he could've protected devin better. well, he couldn't regret his actions now, what was done was done. now, all ritchie could do was drink, and take care of devin's flowers.. the flowers that he loved.

as much as ritchie wanted to just drink and stay bunkered down in his room and sulk and be depressed,, he couldn't. he would've lost himself if he didn't have his lover's flowers to attend to. he promised devin that he would. ritchie doesn't take promises lightly, so, he was doing this, despite not having any motivation to move or do anything. he pushed through all of that, to go through with a promise that he made to his one and only. ritchie sighed, bringing an arm up to rub at his tired eyes. he guessed that he should just keep tending to the flowers, even if he was probably doing it wrong—he'd have to ask david for some help. the guildleader didn't really know how to "properly" care for flowers other than watering them. david always said there was an "art" to gardening, and he'd probably murder ritchie if he saw him doing so poorly. he didn't really have it in himself to care, so, he continued watering the flowers every now and then.

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after a while of time (that seemed to go on forever, ritchie didn't really care to know how much time had passed), he was now just sitting in the grass that was next to devin's garden—drinking. he honestly couldn't stop drinking, he knew it was horrible and bad and just awful,, he was being an awful guildleader. he just couldn't find it in himself to care anymore, after a while,, he just.. gave up. he tried everything to get through the portal to save devin, but.. nothing worked. the burning, hot anger that he felt—was now simmered down into a sluggish, depressing feeling. he just felt sad, and so, so out of it. nothing that anyone else said would break him out of this feeling, not even his own brother could do anything. he grit his teeth, soon tipping his head back to take a few more gulps of the alcohol he was drinking straight from the bottle, his eyes squeezed shut. it burned, but ritchie was used to it, it only distracted him from the pain more. ritchie then had tilted his head forward once again, taking the bottle away from his mouth, wiping at it with his free hand.

soon, ritchie set the almost empty bottle down next to him. he swayed slightly where he sat, starting to feel the alcohol start to affect him, he's surprised that it hadn't affected him sooner. he'd been drinking for what felt like forever, at this point. the blue haired male let his eyes slip closed as he listened to the wind that rustled the flowers with the occasional bird chirp. it was peaceful.. he liked that, just as ritchie was about to let a small smile slip—he heard.. voices? the devil slayer let his eyes slowly open, as they got adjusted to the light again,, he saw two people that were slowly getting closing as their voices filled his ears.

"-stop it, david! you can't do this, he's in a bad mental state right now!"

"he's been in a bad mental state, lucas! it's been six years now, he has to get over himself and be a guildleader for once!"

oh, it was lucas and david. as ritchie heard them walk closer he let his tired, blue eyes slowly trail upwards to meet their gazes. one was filled with concern, the other was filled with anger—a bit of pity mixed in. ritchie noticed it all, and he hated it. he narrowed his eyes at the two, opening his mouth to speak,, but david beat him to it.

"you're being a fucking coward, ritchie, and you have to get over yourself."

"excuse me?"

ritchie didn't take being called a coward well, especially from one of his own guild mates—his family. oh, that got his blood boiling, and with being already drunk and intoxicated? it just made it worse. the blue haired male soon stumbled to his feet, his hardened gaze trained on the ice devil slayer.

"yeah, you heard me. you're a fucking coward, who can't accept that everyone else around you is also feeling the same thing as you are! we all miss him, you're not the only one, ritchie."

the guildleader immediately clenched his fists as his side, taking a step forward, teeth gritting. he was getting angrier and angrier as time went on.

"shut up, david, you don't want to do something you'll regret.."

"oh, i won't regret anything, mister "high and mighty guildleader," you need to get it through your thick skull that it's been six years since he was taken. everyone else is suffering too, you know? you can't keep doing this—"

david was soon cut off from his rant as the collar of his jacket and roughly yanked forward, now facing an enraged ritchie diablos.

"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT I ALREADY KNOW, DAVID!"

"WELL IF YOU ALREADY KNOW THEN WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF OF YOUR ASS AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, HUH!?"

it was about to escalate more, until lucas stepped in—putting one hand on each of the other two's shoulders and pushing them apart as he stepped in between the two. he had a hard glare on his face, looking between the two. there was a deep rooted disappointment in that glare. david and ritchie were still breathing heavily, teeth gritted and glaring at the other.

"can you two just stop!? you're both getting too heated, and if this keeps up, i'll have to do something about it. go and cool down, now."

lucas basically spat, he was about to get in between the two and yell at them, but he realized that more yelling wouldn't do any good. he didn't want anyone to hear and get concerned, so, he dealt with it calmly. he hoped that worked. he looked between the two, david soon let out a 'tsk' and turned away, and walked off. while ritchie just stood there, a glare on his face, he was this close to punching david in the face and beating the everliving shit out of him. he was too clouded by anger and intoxication to think clearly. he soon stumbled back, landing on his behind, sitting where he was before.

the water god slayer soon let out a sigh, his now calm gaze went over to his guildleader, pity now coursing through his veins for the other. he soon walked over to the blue haired male and crouched down next to him.

"you're too angry and drunk, ritchie. let's get you to bed, alright?"

lucas mumbled, soon grabbing the other's arm and wrapping it around his shoulders, his free arm going around the devil slayer's waist. he stumbled a bit with the other's dead weight, he managed, he was strong—lucas had to do this. if he didn't, ritchie probably would be out here all night simmering in anger. right now, he just needed sleep, so,, lucas took ritchie off to bed—not without the blue haired male grumbling out protests or something in anger, which lucas just brushed off.

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lucas being a good friend arc!!!!
i mean he's always a good friend but yk anyways
chapter two everyone, hope you enjoyed :))
more to come, maybe devin's pov? you'll never know until then >:]
i'll talk to you guyz later <3