A solid week. That’s how long Y/n spent trying to gather enough energy to put her plan into motion. She didn’t do anything that would require even the slightest bit of magic, heck she didn’t even flap her wings in fear of using it. If Arthur noticed her sudden change, he didn’t mention it. Which was good in a sense, Y/n wouldn’t have to answer any questions he would have. The fairy and pirate were sitting on the Captain’s desk when the latter decided to strike up a conversation, “The rest of crew knows you exist. That git blabbered everything to them.”
“Oh? And now what? The entire crew plans to over throw you and use me for wishes?” Y/n mocked.
“No, they know I’d throw them over board before they could put their plan into action.” Arthur rolled his eye, “They actually won’t stop asking to meet you.”
At that Y/n perked up almost immediately, “Wha?!” She bounced onto her feet and stared up at Arthur, “Can I?! Oh please! I’ll behave, fairy scout’s honour!”
Arthur mused over the idea for a while; the worst case scenario would be that Y/n would get dizzy from being passed around and puke in her jar. But she could always fix that herself with a flick of her wrist. And she did swear upon her fairy scout’s honour, so that has to count for something, right? Arthur sighed, “Alright, let’s go.”
Y/n threw her fist into the air and cheered. Luckily for her, Arthur didn’t know that there was no such thing as a fairy scout.
And so Arthur had grabbed his crimson coat and protective held the glass jar that held the key to his treasure. Meanwhile Y/n had run her hand through her hair and fixed her dress a bit. The two stepped out and when up to the deck where the pirate band was working happily. A rather elderly male that was mopping the wooden floor was the first to spot them; his eyes glittered in excitement, “Aye, t’e captain brought out the wee lass!”
Immediately a stamped of males ran towards Y/n and Arthur. The fairy was positively horrified and clawed at the jar, she was sure that they’d run into her and step on her. She might as well start saying her prayers; at least she was able to take Mother’s secret with her to the grave. Just before she could meet her demise, Arthur had snapped his fingers and the crew halted like the obedient dogs they were. Arthur spoke with a commanding tone, “Remember men, this is a sly vixen. Do not fall for her seductive lies.”
The pirates let out a chorus of “Aye”s. Satisfied with their answer, Arthur tossed the jar to the man that was closed to him. Y/n squeaked loudly and glared at Arthur who walked away to take hold of the wheel. The sea of pirates crowded around her, many looked at her like a child would look at candy. Others stared at her skeptically and refused to believe that she was real. Y/n had chosen to ignore those and relished in the attention she was being given.
“How can yee fly with those tiny little wings?” One inquisitive brunet asked.
“My wings aren’t like the kind you find on insects,” Y/n began with a smirk, “My magic keeps me afloat when I need it.”
“Why are you so small?” Other asked, this one had a little gap in his teeth and looked to be only a year or two older than Alfred.
Y/n shrugged, “It’s sort of a power-saving mode. I’m stuck in it while I’m in this stupid jar. Hey, mind letting me—”
A single “No” came from everyone which caused Y/n to snap her fingers and grumble in defeat. It was worth a shot. Lighthearted questions were asked and Y/n was more than happy to answer. They were so entranced by her, and it gave a huge boost to her ego. She even began to enjoy their company, they were much better than Captain JerkFace.
Y/n blinked brightly and clutched her chest, her wings flapped in surprise, “Then what happened!?”
The sailor smirked, “The crocodile bit off the Cap’ain’s pants he did.”
Y/n laughed along with the pirates at the story. Everyone was littered around and sharing tales. Her jar was kept up on a barrel so that she could see everyone. She wiped away a few stray tears and looked around her. Alfred had yet to join them. When she found the blond boy, she waved and motioned for him to join. The boy was hesitant, but ultimately decided he wanted to hang with the fairy too. Y/n smiled at him and asked, “Hey, how much longer do we have until Arthur decides to hide me in his cabin again?”
Alfred scratched the back of his neck, “About ten minutes?”
“Great!” The fairy cheered, “That’s enough time for me to tell you all a story!”
Immediately everyone gave the magic creature their undivided attention, even those who had been bitter about her. Heck, even Arthur leaned into the wheel to try to listen in. Y/n opened her mouth, but instead of an animated story, she let out a scream. The others followed in suit. Y/n’s jar wobbled a bit; luckily Alfred took it and held it firmly against his chest. Every single head slowly turned to see a large ditch and broken wood thrown around. The source of this destruction, a long wooden point piercing the deck. Would you like to know where that came from? Why, a ship of course. And that meant only one thing, pirates. The crew immediately got onto their feet and got ready for a bloodbath.
Arthur barked out orders and unsheathed his sword. “Alfred!” Arthur commanded, “Put that fairy somewhere safe, and no matter what, make sure she’s not se—!?”
A herd of heavy boots landed onto the wooden deck causing it vibrate. Arthur forgot the orders he was about to give Alfred and instead swirled back. His bushy eyebrows scrunched together and he growled, “Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt.”
The albino pirate smirked and held his sword in the air with pride, “We meet again, Arthur.”
Arthur hissed and grabbed the hilt of his own sword, “Get off of my ship you bloody git. You have no business here.”
Gilbert laughed, “Kesesesese, actually I do. Ein kleiner vogel told me jou have something very interesting here, a magical creature with a magical secret.” He then tilted his head towards Alfred.
Arthur looked back at his underling, then back at Gilbert, “Alfred? Alfred is a bumbling fool. If he’s what you’re after then—”
“Nein! The jar!” Gilbert yelled.
Alfred jumped into the air and tightened his hold, “You won’t get it!”
Gilbert shrugged, “Fine by me.”
And just like that, chaos was set free. Swords clashed in every direction and men tackled each other. Arthur charged at Gilbert to keep him at bay. Meanwhile, Alfred tried to cover Y/n with his sweater and find someplace safe to keep her. He didn’t manage to take more than a couple of steps before Ludwig appeared in front of him. The German glared and poked Alfred with the tip of his sword, “Hand over the jar und I will not hurt jou.”
Alfred glared back and unsheathed his own weapon, “Over my dead body!”
Ludwig didn’t wait for his opponent to put Y/n down, instead he attacked immediately. Alfred commented on how he was being unfair, but the blond didn’t really care and continued. Alfred struggled to fight off Ludwig and keep Y/n safe, but he managed somehow.
That is.. until he bumped into someone and dropped the jar. Time seemed to slow down as the jar fell gracefully with Y/n looking absolutely frightened inside. The two teens reached to grab it, but they were too late. The glass hit the ground and shattered. Y/n was stunned for a few moments but quickly snapped out of it when she saw two large hands heading towards her. She jumped onto her feet and flew up into the air.
Her heart was beating in her head and muffling all other sounds. Still, she cheered and threw her hand in the air, “Yes! I’m free!” Y/n looked down at the two young teens jumping up and trying to grab her while pushing each other away. She smirked and flew down to be just out of their reach, in other words, she was teasing them. The fairy pulled her knees up quickly, “Oops! You almost got me that time Alfred!”
The American whined loudly, “Y/n just come back here! Arthur will have my head!”
Ludwig shoved him away, “Nein! She’s not jours anymore, she belongs to mein bruder!”
That little comment caused the two to start bickering and fighting. Y/n watched in amusement for a while, when she suddenly remembered that she was on a pirate ship. She quietly flew away from the two. Y/n stayed close to the floor and walls to avoid being sighted until she got what she needed. She narrowly dodged a foot landing right next to her and began mumbling to herself, “Alright, I can’t change forms yet, it’ll make it difficult to navigate here. I have enough energy to cast a handful of spells until I reach Arthur’s cabin and take the map.”
The poor absentminded fairy was blissfully unaware of the sharp red eyes that did not fail to notice her. She also didn’t notice the holder of those eyes send someone after her.
“Finally.” Y/n stopped at the large wooden door that led to her once-prison. She smirked and snapped her fingers. A bright light engulfed her, and by the time it faded, Y/n’s body grew from just a couple of inches to a little over 5 feet. She stretched her hands, “Ah~ That’s much better.”
Y/n opened the door and walked in, not hearing someone come in after her. Human-sized Y/n trashed around Arthur’s desk, looking for the map. It wasn’t the map to Mother Telesia’s treasure; rather it was the map to another fairy village. Let’s just say those fairies aren’t exactly the bravest. They would spill the beans almost as quickly as they’d drop their panties.
“Aha! There you are.” Y/n caged the map in a bubble of magic and poofed it away. She brushed the dust off her hands, “Alrighty, now I’m outta he— !?” And just like that, she was trapped in darkness. Panic flooded in and caused her to automaticly shift to her safeguard mode. The person that caught her reduced the space she had so that she couldn’t change back.
Y/n used her magic to get some light and kicked her surroundings, “Is this a sack?!” She felt herself being tossed around, and unfortunately for our little fairy, one of her glass-like wings got injured in the process.
She cried out but was quickly hushed by her kidnapper, “Shut it!”
Y/n rolled her eyes and kept quiet. Hopefully this fool isn’t as knowledgeable as Arthur was concerning magical creatures. She could use his ignorance to her advantage. Right now, she needed to tend to her wing. She created some more light to closely inspect her wing. She grimaced and sighed in frustration, “Ugh. Why my wing? I need to get this fixed...”
An injured wing takes a lot of magic to heal, and magic was something Y/n could not afford to waste. The tiny fairy dimmed the light around her. She wrapped her healthy wing around herself and rested her head on her knees. With one final sigh she closed her eyes. Time to go back to the drawing board.
Gilbert praised his, slightly hurt, crew and offered a toast. He was very pleased with the raid. They had retreated after Y/n had been captured and majority of Arthur’s loot had been stolen. The band of pirates had tended to each other’s wounds and now, not so patiently, waited for their captain to unveil the true treasure. The albino man grabbed the sack, offered by the very man that had done the deed, and stood up on a barrel.
“Now! Time to see the little frau properly.” Gilbert grinned and held the bag up in the air. The crowd cheered and so he dumped the contents of the sack onto the floor.
Once Y/n made contact with the floor, a cloud of glitter and sparkles erupted, temporarily blinding the pirates. When their vision cleared up, they jumped onto their feet. They gasped when they saw a woman, albeit a winged woman, holding their captain’s hands behind his back and aiming what looked like a ball of fire at his face.
“Back away unless you want Captain Crunch for breakfast!” Y/n threatened. When no one moved she only increased the size of the flames in her fist, “I mean it!” Hesitantly they took a couple of steps back. Y/n nodded in approval. She looked towards Ludwig, recognizing him, “Where are we!?”
“I-In mein bruder’s ship!” Ludwig answered, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead. If he said a single wrong word, his brother would be burned to a crisp. And we couldn’t have that, now can we?
Y/n nodded, “Alright, I want this ship to change course and move So—”
Gilbert let out a low whistle, “Those are some nice legs you have frau.”
“Huh?” Y/n looked down to properly examine the captain. In all this excitement, she hadn’t had a chance to check him out yet. She was pleasantly surprised to see that he was.. well, hot. Ripped body, gorgeous eyes, soft hair, and oh my goodness look at the outline his pants are providing. Immediately she let him go and began apologizing, “Oh my, I’m so sorry. If I knew you were this hot, I would have taken a different approach.”
Gilbert smirked and grabbed Y/n’s hand, “Don’t worry about it. Jour breasts feel nice pressed again my back.”
Y/n’s face and wings turned a lovely shade of pink before she shot back her own suggestive response.
“What are they..?” A pirate asked.
“They’re flirting.” Ludwig replied, annoyance clear on his youthful face. He coughed to catch the attention of both of the hormonal adults, “Bruder, perhaps jou should take this instead.”
Gilbert forced his eyes to look away from the mesmerizing e/c ones in favour of his little brother, “Good idea Ludwig. Take charge up here.” He then held his hand out for the fairy and led her away to more private chambers.
Once the two were in the safety of four walls, Gilbert unsheathed his sword and Y/n stepped back with flame engulfing her fists. Fighting on the deck would have been a bad idea, and apparently both parties thought the same thing. They were more than glad to take things where others would not interfere. This way Gilbert’s men would not be harmed by a creature they did not understand, and Y/n would not be mobbed with her injury draining her magic bit by bit.
The two stared down and circled around each other, almost daring the other to back off. Gilbert was the first to speak, “Why did Arthur capture jou?”
“Why should I tell you?” Y/n replied curtly.
Unsatisfied with her answer, but unwilling to bother her about it, he asked, “Why didn’t jou fly away?”
He noticed Y/n flinch and lower both her wings in an attempt to hide them from his view. She clenched her hands, the amber in them seemingly growing and the fire reflecting in her eyes, “None of your business!” Y/n hissed, “You will tell your men to turn this ship where I tell them to, or so help me I will burn it down!”
Gilbert stayed quiet for a few moments before replying, “Jou can’t fly away can jou?”
He watched her face shift to fear before her brave facade came back. She raised her hand threateningly and barked, “Listen here you! Just because I can’t fly doesn’t mean that I can’t kill you! Now you’re mildly hot and I don’t want that pretty face to go to waste, so just listen to me damn it!”
Gilbert kept quiet for a few moments before smirking, “So you really think I’m hot?”
A bright red blush erupted onto Y/n face and the flames in her hands disappeared. She waved one of them awkwardly, “I mean yes—But don’t get me wrong! I’ll kill you!”
The albino pirate laughed, causing Y/n to shut up and stop her rambling, “Kesesesese, well frau, I really think jou are hot too.” He then placed his sword back where it belongs, “Jou need to get somewhere? I will help jou get there.”
Y/n watched him and struggled to decide whether he was being honest or not. But then, he smiled and suddenly the answer became crystal clear, “Yes.”