Fairy Tail Origins One-Shots!

Pumpkin Boy - Enchanted AU

I would like to prematurely point out I had no idea what I was doing with this and none of the plot points make sense because this is part of a larger AU I made called Enchanted AU

ESENTIALLY - Lucas is a witch. David is a telepath also healer and gardener. Mario speaks to the earth like it is a person that is alive. Oh also can meld his mind and he becomes tree.

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A/N - Legit just detail because I need to fucking practice for ENGLISH ESSAYS AHJSJSJSJJSJSJJS. Also FALL HMMM

also UNEDITED LOLLLLLL

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Autumn seemed less like a season as more akin to a feeling as Mario walked through the forest glade. Trees blossomed in bold reds and vibrant yellows, his vision becoming clouded by a mix of color as his legs brushed against tall, thatch like grass. A soft breeze swept overhead, waves of shimmering fall leaves planting themselves at Mario's feet. The short boy plucked one of said leaves from the soil, staring at the fallen bundle as he spun the leaf through his fingers.

The way he twisted the plant was almost like he was the wind himself, moving it in an unpredictable dance. His mama used to tell him that leaves were just the way of the forest spirits looking out for him. Mario prayed he had the luck of the forest spirits with him now.

As he walked down the path through the inhuman forest, he took time to notice the little things. The red spotted mushrooms that broke the surface of rotting tree stumps, the song of the birds as they bristled overhead; Those were the things that made the forest special. They made it home.

He closed his eyes, clutching his satchel tightly as he felt his very essence expand. He let his consciousness spread, until he was no longer simply a singular being. Instead, he was one with the earth. He could feel the deep thump that echoed in the ground, their heartbeat, him and his mothers. As he retracted, he felt a pang of sorrow. The earth yearned for him. It wanted him to stay. But he had something more important to do. Something that couldn't just wait.

He continued forward, his hand tapping against the side of his jeans in a repeated motion. He couldn't shake the sense of nervousness that echoed around him, drilling itself into his brain until it went from a subtle reminder to a full on shockwave. His mind raced with his insecurities, mind painting terrible mental images that almost brought tears to his eyes. He felt himself freeze, his bones going rigid as his mind ran about ten-thousand miles a second.

What if he hates it? What if he hates me?

He gulped, shaking the thoughts from his brain as he ground his teeth together.

He would never hate you. You know that. He told himself, capturing his insecurities and forcing them back into a gentle thump, rather than a full force panic. He's your best friend. His brother is gay. He could never hate you.

Mario willed his limbs to move, forcing his body into action. Now, he observed slightly more obsessively, trying to distract himself from his thoughts and the repetitive clinking of the two drinks he kept in his satchel. He took note of the rustling of the leaves, and the argumentative jeering of the squirrels. He had just started to reach back to the ground for guidance when he caught sight of the cottage.

It was by no means a small cottage, but not an incredibly large one, either. With cobbled stone walls and a rickety wooden porch, it looked like a home drawn straight from a fairytale. The perfectly assembled garden —one with prized rows of flowers and nearly trimmed bushes— certainly didn't help to ease the air of magic one felt as they stepped into the clearing.