Fairy Tail x Reader: Various One-shots

Freed x Reader: Lacking Emotion

You and Freed had finally gotten your wish; a child. Although the two of you weren't yet married, children had been something that played on your mind. Freed admittedly was hesitant, the usual father-to-be doubts and worries. But you eased him through it. Unfortunately, much to yours and Freed's horror, during your monthly scan with Porlyusica, a complication had arisen. Your child was developing much slower than you had wished.

She was sick, but you remained hopeful.

You pulled out a small baby one-piece. It was striped with white and yellow. You smiled and draped the material over your slightly swollen belly. "Freed, do you like this?" You asked happily, finally dragging your long-time fiancee out for shopping.

Freed examined the article of clothing before nodding to the side. "Yes, it is of decent quality." He sounded rather bored and dejected. While he spoke, he noticed your deepening frown and the reddening of your face. You grew tirelessly frustrated.

Despite all of this, Freed continued, "In fact, I know the owner of the company belonging of this piece. He's a highly―"

"Please!" You snap. Your (e/c) eyes saddened, and your cheeks sagged. Your pink lips quivered with anger and melancholy. "Why... does everything you say these days have no emotion; no passion. Don't you care?"

The Runes-mage said nothing. He was tired of your cheerfulness. He was tired of pretending like nothing was wrong. Your cheap facade was a powerful lie. It outraged him. "Our child..." he began with a deep breath. "Is sick. She is sick, and you are going around like it will all turn out okay; blathering about like everything is fine."

You took a step back, Freed took a step forward. He shoulders shook with visible anger. His face paled and his brow creased. "You get through things like this with hope. I do not. I am a realist."

Freed narrowed his eyes, his lips curled back into a snarl. "So forgive me if I seem disinterested or lacking emotion. Please," he insisted sarcastically, "don't let my negativity get in the way of your vision."

You grit her teeth and turned away sharply. You hide your brimming tears. You were never one to fall beneath Freed; you were always one to win arguments against him. But in the end, his feelings were true. Dark; be it as it may, but certainly honest. His words were filled with pain and suffering that you knew, deep down, had ignored.

Freed won.

The green-haired male took his brisk leave, but you stop him suddenly, clutching the red material of his attire. "Sometimes," you breathe quietly, "I wish you would just talk to me. I am your partner, I love you―and I would love to hear what's on your mind. I want to listen." You then look up at him with a tear-stained face and a sad smile.

You placed a warm hand to his face and pressed gently; caressing his pale cheek.

Freed didn't look at you, but embraced your small build tightly. He buried his face into your shoulder so no one could see his weakened form. "I fear for our daughter," he put simply.

"I know."