Of Lightning and Long Locks

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For Fraxus Week 2017, I decided to take all of the prompts and create a single story out of them. With Fraxus Eve and Bonus Day, that means 9 chapters... although my OCD is screaming at me to make 10 chapters because round numbers! Plus I would like one NSFW chapter at the end, although the other chapters can get VERY suggestive.

Chapter titles are named after the prompts for that day. Some chapters will be long, some will be very short. I was just trying to make this story work within the given prompts.

The "Long Locks" part will be in Chapter 3 (Day 2 of Fraxus Week, but Fraxus Eve is Chapter 1) so be patient to see Laxus with Rapunzel hair. Or Cousin Itt. The bookcover is part of a 3-part set of fanart drawn by Sass-Queen-Justine.

Of Lightning and Long Locks

a Fairy Tail fanfic by Rhov

With how often the Raijinshuu went on missions, one would think they would be experts at traveling. They walked to avoid anyone finding out that Laxus got just as motion sick as any other Dragon Slayer. They mostly camped but sometimes stayed at inns if one was nearby. They were gone for sometimes months on S-Class missions, only the best for the strongest team in Fairy Tail.

Yes, one would think they knew precisely what to pack for these journeys, how much food, how many changes of clothes, and at least they would remember to bring their toothbrush.

One would think that.

One would be wrong.

Very wrong.

The Raijinshuu were not even planning on a long mission. Two days to walk there, maybe a day or two to do the mission—a simple task for them, of course—and two days to walk back. They had not even bothered with lugging around a cart, opting for a single magical satchel that held all of their supplies, including tents, all four sleeping bags, and enough food for two weeks, just in case they got delayed by the weather. They each had placed their supplies into the satchel, where it went into a pocket dimension. It was not as elaborate as Requip magic, but it was a similar idea. Freed had not bothered to double check all of their supplies, or at least not something as mundane as toiletries.

Now, he rubbed his eyes, trying his hardest—his very hardest—to remain respectful to the man he idolized.

"You ... forgot ... a toothbrush?"

Laxus, for all his insane power, looked like a scolded child, sitting on a tree log, arms folded, bottom lip jutting out, scowling and pretending he did not hear Bickslow and Evergreen giggling over by the campfire.

"I had it," he said in defense. "Then I used it this morning. It's probably still sitting by the sink."

"It's always sitting by your sink. That doesn't explain how you also forgot your comb."

"It's ... also ... by the sink. Next to the toothbrush." That lower lip shot out even further as the scowl deepened.

The laughs from the campfire got louder, and Laxus' face turned red.

"That's the third time in just this year."

"The hell! Are you keepin' count now?" snapped Laxus.

Evergreen whispered to Bickslow, "Freed's playing Team Mother again. Poor Laxus might get sent to bed without his supper."

Laxus glared back at them. Maybe Freed could not hear their whispers, but he sure could.

"I don't need a comb," Laxus insisted stubborn. "My hair's fine."