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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia

Word count: 5,138

After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.

After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today.

As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.”

“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”

You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”

You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”

He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?”

Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”

While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him.

“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”

That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”

“Do you have any blackmail?”

Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.”

“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”

You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice.

“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”

“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”

“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”

“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”

“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”

“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”

Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”

“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”

The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit.

By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat.

Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up.

After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.

Hales : )

(Y/n), I’m omw to your house

Gonna give you a ride to the school

(Y/n)

Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive

Hales : )

Don’t care

Omw, be there in like 7 mins

You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat

(Y/n)

I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one

She’s gonna give me a ride home too

Dadza

Alright, thank her for me

Tell her I said good luck too!

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Dadza

(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck you I’m a good influence

Dadza

You’re really not

Wilby

^^^^

Technology Sword

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck all of you

You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.

“Coat.”

You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”

“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”

Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”

“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”

Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back.

“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”

“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face.

“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”

You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”

You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”

The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable.

Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time.

When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team.

The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.

“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”

“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”

“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”

“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”

The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike. “HALEY NOW!”

You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!”

“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”

“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”

“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”

You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them.

The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black.

“...(y……”

“..(y/n)......”

“(Y/n).”

You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.

“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.

“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.

“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?

“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.

“Who th f-fuck… why?”

“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.

“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”

“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”

“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”

Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”

“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”

Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.

“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”

“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”

“Good, what month are we in right now?”

“Nov-November?”

“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”

“S’my dad Phillip.”

“That’s your dad Philza.”

The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop.

“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”

Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.

“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”

“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.

She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them.

“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against.

“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.

“Tech?”

“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”

When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym.

“S’better.”

“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”

“Wilbs-”

“Focus on walking.”

You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”

You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”

When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.”

You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle?

After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.

“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”

They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you?

“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up.

“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”

“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”

“Mm. Makes sense.”

“Let’s get you in the car hun.”

As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner.

When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”

“Car.”

After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you.

“(Y/n), what do you remember?”

You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”

You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”

“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”

“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”

After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.

“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”

“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”

As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.

For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.”

“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”

The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”

“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”

“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”

You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.

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Blood & Magic - Ch. 3

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Blood & Magic (ffnet)

Chapter 3

Makarov eyed the slimy walls of the passage leading to the basement, frowning. It looked medieval and frankly, unsanitary. Someone was going to get sick walking through here – he was no fool, he knew kids liked to sneak down here past curfew to practice magic and gods knew what else.

"We really should clean this place up," Makarov muttered, mostly to himself. Gildarts, walking ahead of him with a torch – why a torch of all things, why couldn't they use flashlights like normal people? – turned his head to grin at the older man.

"You've been saying that for a decade," he reminded the headmaster. Makarov huffed and they continued in silence. He watched the way the flames flickered against the walls, slowing as his feet suddenly became heavy. Prophecies were fickle things and he didn't put much stock in them, usually. But Gildarts was the most powerful oracle they had seen in a very long time, and his daughter was even better than him. Makarov really did not want to believe him, especially right now, but he'd be a fool not to. Every prophecy he had sworn by had come true. Makarov sighed.

They could well all be 'screwed', as his students would say.

They arrived, finally, in the basement. Gildarts led the way to the back, where a door appeared at the presence of him. He muttered the necessary words, an old language that Makarov had half-forgotten existed in the first place. They entered another room, the door sealing behind them. In the center of the otherwise empty room was a stone bowl filled with clear water. Gildarts replaced the torch in one of the stands lining the room. All of the torches were lit and Makarov was thankful for the light; this room gave him the creeps at times. He could swear he heard voices whispering when all the lights were extinguished, things he couldn't quite hear.

Gildarts always told him he was imagining things with the strangest glint in his eyes.

"Look into the bowl," Gildarts said. His voice held a strange power now, suddenly deeper and firmer. Makarov sighed, deeply. He hated this. It always left him feeling nauseous and dizzy. But he went forward anyway and Gildarts placed a hand on his shoulder. "You know what to do," he said and Makarov nodded once before plunging his face into the cool water.

At first, he saw nothing but the stone bowl. But he heard Gildarts mutter some words and there it was – light and a scene playing before him. Many scenes. They flashed before him, too quick for him to completely register, a voice whispering the same words over and over. But this time, he could make out the words. He watched with wide eyes, the magic flying and golden light and blood. So much blood. He watched the chaos and silver walls and dark tendrils and he gasped at the sudden darkness at the end of it. He rose from the water, sputtering, and Gildarts pat his back. His face was dry, despite the water, and he blinked up at Gildarts, who recited the prophecy he had heard in the water.

"That which is gone will come. That which is dark will grow. That which is light will sacrifice. Hearts will still in the face of death."

It was, even as far as prophecies went, vague as all hell. But Makarov had seen the flashes of it, the brief moments of what was to come. He knew his face was probably pale from it, and he rubbed a hand over his tired face.

"This is going to be hell," Gildarts pronounced, unnecessarily.

Makarov sighed again.

Lucy was late.

Which was a big deal because Lucy was, as a rule, never late. But now, if she didn't leave in the next minute, she was going to have to sprint to class to make it. It wasn't her fault, really. She'd stayed up late talking to Natsu, spilled coffee on herself that morning, couldn't find one of her socks and now, was having trouble trying to eat and run out the door at the same time. She hurriedly threw her hair over her shoulder as she tried to both eat her bagel and put her bag on her shoulder. The bag was heavier than she expected and she huffed, mentally cursing the textbook inside. She knew the rest of her roommates were waiting for her, as they had all agreed the night before. It was insurance, so none of them could get lost, but now she felt awful that they might all be late because of her and her stupidity. Mumbling a hurried goodbye to Plue, who watched her struggle with some amusement, she rushed out her door, nearly running headlong into Minerva.

"Watch it," the dark-haired girl spat and Lucy rolled her eyes, continuing down the hallway without answering. She'd had enough experience with spoiled rich girls that she knew there was no use getting into verbal spars with them. They could tear a full-grown man apart with a well-placed insult and a pretty little smirk.

The rest were waiting for her, as she had known they would be. Before she could apologize, Gray shrugged carelessly, pointing to his cheek. "You got cream cheese," he said before turning to leave. Levy snickered and Gajeel laughed while Natsu leaned forward to take her bag.

"Lemme hold this," he offered and she smiled at him gratefully. She swiped at her cheek and he gave her a nod to tell her that she'd gotten the cream cheese.

"Thank you," she breathed. He took her bag easily, swinging it over his other shoulder like it weighed nothing. She tried to control her breathing and eat at the same time, following the rest out the door and down the stairs. Natsu was talking about a teacher he'd heard they had and Gray was telling Natsu that everything he was saying was bullshit. Juvia watched Gray yell at Natsu with openly adoring eyes and Gajeel was listening rather aptly as Levy discussed the latest book she was reading, hands swirling in the air, eyes animated. Lucy smiled at the scene of Gajeel's garnet eyes watching her every movement, a half smile on his pierced, hard face. He looked quite a lot like his father but she figured some of the gentleness in his face when he looked at Levy may be his mother. It seemed all the Draconia boys looked very much like their fathers. Lucy glanced at Natsu, who was sticking his tongue out at Gray. His hair aside, he was the spitting image of a younger Igneel, all fire and striking jawline and sharpened canines. Not even his uniform could quite hide his muscular frame. Gajeel looked like he was squeezed into his and she almost giggled. She'd heard they'd given him the wrong size and he looked positively miserable in the smaller clothes which were probably cutting off his circulation at that point.

"Hey Lucy, are we all taking the same classes?" Natsu asked, to spite Gray, who hissed at him and looked at Lucy expectantly.

She laughed, shaking her head, loose hair flowing around her. "Yes, all first years have the same classes, just different times and such. Our whole dorm should have the exact same schedules though," she answered, holding a hand out for her bag. Natsu crowed over his victory and Gray threatened to kick him down the rest of the stairs. Rolling her eyes, Lucy folded her used napkin neatly, bagel gone. She swiped at her mouth to make sure she didn't have any crumbs or cream cheese left over. Natsu frowned at her outstretched hand, eyes flicking between it and her face with confusion.

"What're you holding your hand out for, Luce?" he asked.

"My bag?" she asked more than said, not quite understanding his confusion.

Natsu looked even more confused than her, brow furrowed. "I said I'd hold it," he answered, slowly, like he was explaining something to a toddler. "It seemed heavy for ya so I'll carry it."

Lucy stared at him, completely bewildered now. "Do you mean all day?" she finally stuttered out, face heating up alarmingly quickly. Natsu cocked his head to the side, still confused by her lack of understanding and rapidly reddening face.

"Of course," he said, like it was just that simple. Which, Natsu's world, it probably was.

She blinked. He made it sound so simple so she had a feeling he didn't really understand what it meant to carry a girl's bag around all day. Still, she lowered her hand, frown smoothing to a small smile. She didn't really think the idea of lugging it around all day was appealing and he seemed happy to do it. He flashed her a smile, pleased, and turned back to arguing with Gray, Gajeel finally jumping into the fray. Lucy attempted to cool her face off, hurrying to fall in step with Levy, who smirked at her knowingly.

"'I'll carry your bag, Luce'," she mimicked Natsu's deeper voice with a wicked grin. Lucy bumped her shoulder against Levy's, rolling her eyes. Juvia snickered from Levy's other side, smiling at Lucy both teasingly and knowingly.

"It's not like that," she insisted. It really wasn't. Natsu's innocence was nearly childlike in terms of romance. Well, not innocence so much as complete obliviousness. He'd told them the other day how a girl from a different dorm had asked for his number when they went to get their textbooks and he'd said she wanted to be "study buddies". Lucy, and everyone else, knew that if someone talked to Natsu for more than a minute it was easy to tell he wasn't exactly the studying type.

"Dude, she was hitting on you," Gray snickered.

"Was she cute?" Gajeel asked.

Natsu had frowned. "I guess? I dunno, she didn't call me cute or anythin' like that."

His confusion was almost endearing if it also wasn't somewhat frustrating. He put a whole new meaning to the term "unaware".

They arrived at their classroom just in the nick of time, filing through. The classroom wasn't too full, the teacher writing something on the chalkboard – really, chalkboard? Lucy was reminded of her tutors – and paying no mind to their almost-late arrival. Lucy guessed most of the first-year students would be late their first day after getting lost in the maze they called their school. Natsu shoved Gray aside to nag the seat to Lucy's right while Levy settled right in front of her, Gajeel to her right. Lucy glanced out the wide window to her left, smiling at the beautiful day outside. One almost couldn't tell it had rained heavily just a few days ago.

Natsu twisted in his seat to spat at Gray, who was apparently kicking his seat and Lucy huffed, turning around to glare at them both. "So help me, if you guys don't behave through class I will curse you with hiccups for the rest of the day," she threatened in a low voice. The boys instantly paused, Natsu gulping nervously.

"You're scary," he said. Gray nodded his agreement and she sighed.

"Good," she muttered.

She glanced up just as a brunette swaggered through the door, smile impish and long hair spilling down her back. Her top buttons were messily left undone and her cheeks were flushed. As she breezed by, Lucy caught the smell of alcohol and she was amazed the girl was upright, let alone getting away with being blatantly drunk during school hours.

She stopped at Natsu's desk, eyes sliding over to Lucy and back to Natsu, her smile turning positively devious.

"Heartfilia, eh? This'll be interesting," she snickered. Lucy frowned, confused as to why her eyes were on Natsu and she seemed to direct her words to him. Natsu frowned as well, clearly just as bewildered as her.

"How'd you –"

"See all, know all," she intoned, continuing on her way, hips sashaying as she hummed to a song Lucy hadn't heard before.

Lucy released her breath, suddenly understanding. The words were the motto to the Alberona family, known for their incredible Sight powers and perpetual drunkenness. She'd heard that one of the professors was an Alberona and that his daughter was even more gifted than him. She hadn't known she was in their grade, though. It did explain why she was so drunk during school hours, and allowed to be. She'd probably started Seeing when she was five, and everyone knew the visions were nearly always disturbing, things full of blood and death that no child should see. Lucy glanced back to where she had seated herself in the back row, head lolled back, feet on her desk. The girl had probably earned the right to drink all day and night. She probably needed it by now.

Natsu turned to her and she pulled her eyes away from the Alberona girl toward him once more. She had forgotten he probably hadn't understood the reference and she smiled. "Alberona family motto," she said with a shrug. "Seers and oracles."

Natsu's lip wrinkled. "Does anyone actually listen to those people?" he asked skeptically, eyes wide.

"The Alberona's are especially trustworthy," she murmured, reaching into her bag to retrieve her notebook and pen. "Their visions have ended and started wars before."

Natsu's eyes widened even more and he twisted in his seat to stare at the girl once more, who was oblivious to all around her as students began to fill in more seats.

"She just looks like an alcoholic to me," he muttered, mostly under his breath.

Lucy laughed lightly, shaking her head. "It's not an easy title to carry," she said softly. She was all too experienced in heavy titles. Natsu opened his mouth to ask her another question before he was cut off by the teacher, who had finally turned to face the class, both hands folded on the podium in front of him.

"I'm Macao, just call me Macao. I'll be teaching you History of Magic," he said once he had all of their attention. It was incredible to hear the roughly 30 students all groan instantaneously. He smiled, like he was used to that reaction and continued. "I'll pass out my syllabus. I won't be cruel and assign homework tonight but you can expect that starting tomorrow, you'll have at least three assignments every week. I don't take late or missing work, you are expected to be responsible."

Lucy glanced over at Natsu, who looked mildly nauseous at the thought of so much homework. And worse, responsibility. She snickered. They still had five more classes to go. He might actually end up puking at the end of the day. She turned back to their teacher, half expecting him to make some comment about all the big names he had this year. Heartfilia, quite a few Draconia boys, Alberona, Orland, Fullbuster. But he didn't. He instead wished them good luck and smiled. She smiled back.

Macao began his lecture and she leaned forward, pen moving across the paper easily as she wrote her notes out. He talked slowly enough, and had outlined his lecture on the board so it was easy to follow. She put stars next to the subjects he said were in the book and made a note at the top of the page to read it later. Tongue between her teeth, she powered through, her wrist not aching until the very end of class. She didn't write to her mother every night for nothing. And she had to get the top grades or, gods forbid, her father would march himself down the school himself. That would probably be the least pleasant experience of her life, which was saying quite a lot considering. Natsu watched her work with a sort of horrified fascination, his own desk empty as he merely leaned back and listened. Or at least she thought he was listening; it was hard to tell by the vacant expression on his face.

Chimes sounded to signal the end of class and Lucy shoved her notebook back in her backpack. Natsu stood, swinging it over his shoulder like it was weightless, smiling at Lucy once more as she stood.

"Where to next?"

At the end of the day, Lucy sat down on the couch in their dorm, stretching her legs out in front of her and groaning as she did. It was only four in the afternoon but it felt later. Probably because eating in the mess hall was an experience all on its own. Really, the amount of times Lucy had to move her cup to avoid it being spilled and duck as someone flew over her was ridiculous. Levy had cast a protective barrier around them and it was only then Lucy had relaxed. It was a wonder that in all the chaos, Levy still found the energy to tease Lucy about her friendship with Natsu.

"It's been three days and he has a nickname for you and is carrying your bag," Levy pointed out, gesturing toward Lucy w a fork. Her mouth was full but that didn't stop her from trying to get Lucy to admit her completely non-existent feelings for the wild-haired Draconia boy.

"You know Natsu, he probably doesn't think anything of it," Lucy argued, looking to Juvia for help. It was no use. She wasn't paying them any attention, focusing on Gray getting the snot beat out of him by a red-haired demoness. Lucy had learned her name was Erza, another Everyday-born, and a powerful expert in spatial magic. She wasn't sure where the girl had trained considering her parentage but that didn't matter so much as she seemed focused on keeping everyone in line in the mess hall. And it worked, until she turned her back on them for five seconds. Natsu and Gray were terrified of her.

Lucy tore a bite off her bread, chewing sullenly. "Why don't we talk about Juvia's obvious obsession?" she asked, pouting.

Levy shrugged, shoveling more soup into her mouth. "There's nothing to talk about there," Levy laughed. Lucy had to admit, she had a point. Juvia's feelings were wide open and out there. It was admirable, really. The force of them made Gray a little uncomfortable but the fact Juvia could be so honest about her feelings made Lucy a little envious. How could someone be that…brave?

"Besides, there's always you and Gajeel," Lucy hummed. Levy sputtered out denials and she laughed at the blush blooming on her cheeks.

Now, she rolled her head back against the couch, huffing. She still had to shower, tidy up her room, and get started on the mountain of homework she had been assigned. Macao, it seemed, was the only even remotely nice teacher. Porlyusica especially was a demon from hell. She had practically cackled as she assigned the reading for the next day. Lucy had no idea how Natsu would survive that class considering he slept through four of their six classes.

Inhaling deeply, she stood and shuffled to her room, eyes droopy. She could stand to take a nap but she didn't have time…

Opening her door, she let out the most unladylike shriek she had ever come out of her mouth. Natsu was lounging on her bed, a blue cat curled up on his chest. Plue was asleep on the floor, nose tucked under his tail, clearly not alarmed by the intruders in her room. Natsu looked up, giving her one of his beaming smiles, waving.

"Yo!"

She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. One of these days she may actually kill him.

"What's up with the cat?" she asked instead.

Natsu's expression brightened and the cat gave a mrrow in her direction. "This is Happy," Natsu declared quite proudly. "All of my cousins and I get cats for our eleventh birthdays."

Lucy laughed. She'd forgotten the Draconia Guardians, probably because she hadn't seen any yet. She knew they were almost like familiars in the respect that they protected their masters. But they weren't summoned, more like wild animals that only listened to Draconia blood. And their bond wasn't dependent on rituals or anything like that. The children received the cats, young kittens really, and trained them. Raised them and fed them. In turn, the cats devoted themselves to their masters. Lucy was, in no way, Plue's master. Merely his partner. She glanced at her familiar, who continued to sleep. No wonder he hadn't chased the cat away. He recognized the magic in the bond.

She took a seat on her bed, raising a cautious hand to pet Happy. "May I?" she asked and Natsu nodded his head vigorously. She stroked the cat's head and a rumbling purr erupted from its chest. She giggled, scratching behind his ears and stroking him in smooth, long strokes. He was a beautiful cat and he rubbed up against her hand, friendly as any domesticated animal. Natsu looked absolutely delighted, so happy she nearly forgot he was in her room without her permission.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked finally.

Natsu shrugged. "Your bed is more comfortable for napping in," he stated plainly.

"How did you get in?"

"I told Juvia I'd let her into Gray's room."

Lucy snickered at that. She couldn't really be mad; it wasn't like Natsu would go through her things or anything like that.

"Well, I'm going to shower. When I get back though, we're studying."

She ignored his whines and huffs, grabbing her shower things and flouncing out of the room. The showers were a short walk down the stairs and a hall and she hummed happily, ready for the hot water and clean hair that didn't smell like the spaghetti that had been flung at her during lunch. She was too distracted to see the girl before it was almost too late, yelping as she attempted to dodge and the girl halted desperately.

"Sorry!" she panted. "Did I hit you or anything?"

The girl shook her head with an easy laugh. "I'm alright," she assured her. She was pretty, with short white hair and lovely blue eyes and a wide, bright smile. She was still in her uniform, pulling off the plaid look nearly effortlessly. Lucy ran a hand through her hair nervously, still feeling guilty about nearly running the girl over.

"Sorry about that," she apologized again.

"No problem," the girl answered cheerily. "I was just on my way back to my friend. Have a good day!" she said with a wave. Lucy watched her go – the girl practically skipped down the hall – with some remorse, sighing and berating herself for her lack of attention. Her tutors would have rapped her knuckles for such an ungraceful display. She hurried into the showers, scrubbing at her scalp in a desperate attempt to forget the pain that still lingered on her hands sometimes. She stepped out, dressing hurriedly in leggings and a big shirt, avoiding her reflection in the mirror. She hated thinking about her home in this place, this place full of magic and joy, full of light. A place her mother would have loved that had hidden gardens with angel statues and a kitchen that cooked food for familiars. She threw her wet hair into a bun on top of her head, ignoring the loose strands. She nearly ran back to her dorm, to her room and Plue and Natsu's smiles and laughter. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped through the door, which was cut short when she saw the girl from earlier sitting on the couch in their living room, laughing at some joke Natsu had told. Natsu was talking animatedly, Happy in his lap, hands moving through the air. Lucy was confused, another unfamiliar emotion roiling in her stomach at the warm scene.

"Uh, hello?" she asked, somewhat hesitantly. She almost didn't want to interrupt whatever it was that was going on.

Natsu turned to her, smile lighting his face up. "Luce! This is Lisanna, the study buddy I told you about," he introduced the girl. Her eyes widened with recognition, smile still in place.

"Oh, I didn't know you lived in this dorm," she laughed prettily.

Lucy forced a smile, trying desperately to ignore the way her heart leaped at the sound of Natsu's nickname for her. She had wanted to relax in her room with Natsu, not study with a stranger whose teeth were way too perfect and whose eyes practically sparkled. "Yeah, I'm Lucy," she managed to force out after a second too long had passed. Natsu frowned at her a little and she sucked in a deep breath, trying to relax her body so her smile didn't look so scarily fake.

"You know each other?" Natsu asked.

"I almost ran her over on my way to the shower," Lucy embellished, skirting around the couch to make her way to her room. "Anyway, I think I'm going to take a nap before I start any homework." She ignored Natsu's attempts to invite her into his own group, stepping into her hall with relief. He couldn't get to her now. She'd have to text Juvia to tell her to not let him in that night. She didn't feel like seeing his face. She walked into her room, barely restraining herself from slamming the door shut. Pulling her hair from its tie, she stomped over to her bed, waking Plue. Lucy didn't really understand why she was acting this way. Normally she'd have no problem studying with Lisanna, who seemed kind enough. But walking into her dorm to see the girl already sitting beside Natsu had irked her in some way. Enough that she didn't want to see his face for the rest of the day. Deciding it was a problem for another time, she set to work on her homework, ignoring her phone that buzzed with texts from Natsu, who was probably bewildered by her behavior. She didn't blame him, she was just as confused.

Hours passed, time slipping through her fingers as her hands crossed the pages, as her eyes scanned the small words in her heavy textbooks. Her feet tapped a restless beat under her desk as Plue napped on her bed. The breeze coming through her open doors rustled the white curtains and she ran a restless hand through her damp loose hair until she finally tied it back up. When she finally sat back, it was nearly nine and she realized distantly that she should eat something. Her eyes were aching from the strain. She stood and walked to her small balcony instead, breathing in the cool night air. Chill was beginning to bite this time at night and she shivered. Lucy looked up at the stars, suddenly feeling the exhaustion from the day. Her eyelids were dropping down even as she traced the constellations her mother had taught her so long ago. It was tricky to find them, since she was so far from home, but her mother had taught her well and she soon found them. She smiled, finger moving slowly in the air as she mouthed their names to herself. Her other hand rose to fiddle with the golden key hanging around her neck from a delicate silver chain. Her mother's last gift to her.

She was startled from her daydream by a knock at her door.

"Come in," she called, moving back into her room, pulling the door closed behind her.

Levy poked her head in, reading glasses perched atop her head, short hair a ruffled mess.

"I figured we should both eat at some point tonight," she said, a little hoarsely. Lucy figured she'd probably been studying without drinking any water, like her.

With a heavy sigh, she nodded her agreement. She followed Levy down the hall. She was so tired she had nearly forgotten why she had left in the first place. It wasn't until she was in the main room that she remembered and her eyes snapped fully open, darting around the room.

Levy moved to the small kitchenette, muttering something under her breath about old herbs and noodles. Lucy nearly sighed with relief to find the room empty except for Gajeel, who lounged on the couch, shoveling chips in his mouth and absently petting a black cat while he played a game on his phone.

"Makin' some for me, Shrimp?" he called.

"No," Levy replied shortly. He raised a brow at her curtness but Lucy couldn't blame her. After a long study session, she wanted nothing more than to stare at the stars for a little longer with a cup of hot tea and curl up in bed next to Plue after.

She sat in the armchair, curling her legs under her and trying not to fall asleep. The smell of coffee soon had her jerking awake and Levy smiled at her.

"Figured we could use it," she said. Lucy sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her chin up, fully inhaling the beautiful aroma.

"Angels bless you," she murmured ardently. Levy laughed. "I wonder how Juvia is faring," Lucy wondered aloud, leaning back against the armchair.

"I texted her a few minutes ago; she should be coming out any second now for the food."

Lucy hummed, letting her eyes fall shut. She could hear Levy rummaging around while the sounds from Gajeel's game sounded every few seconds. He muttered curses under his breath and she smiled faintly. It felt like home. Just these two people who cursed and touched her so familiarly, and the smell of food cooking and Levy humming. The armchair was soft against her arms and she could feel herself drifting away, carried by the comfort of the entire scene. Not even Juvia making an appearance and thanking Levy for the food was enough to make her stir. Nor was Gray walking through the door, commenting on the delicious smell, the smell of food and coffee mixed. He took a seat at the couch and she could imagine Juvia being absolutely thrilled at him being so close to her. She wondered, faintly, where Natsu was. His presence would complete it all.

She didn't wonder for long. She heard him come down his hallway, his steps much lighter but also quicker than most people's. Her eyes fluttered open as he walked in, dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, barefoot.

"What's cooking?" he asked, nostrils flared as he turned to Levy.

"Pasta," she replied simply. "Also, Lucy, the coffee is ready."

Muttering thanks, she stood, wobbling as the exhaustion sank into her legs. Natsu was suddenly there, his steadying hand on her waist, his touch burning through her leggings. She stepped away, trying to catch her breath. His eyes were a dark green and so close and she tried desperately to ignore the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

"I'm fine," she assured him quickly, too quickly, nearly stumbling as she stepped around him to get to the coffee. He frowned and she tried to relax, knowing he was probably worried he'd done something. Which he hadn't. She smiled back at him and his expression lightened to his signature grin.

Pouring out a steaming mug of coffee, she stirred in her sugar and nearly gulped the beverage down despite its heat and the fact it would most definitely burn her tongue. She needed the caffeine and the memory of Natsu's hot touch to fade. Fast.

Sipping at it, she watched as he fell easily into an argument with Gray, who growled back. Gajeel snapped at them to shut up so he could concentrate on his game, which he still hadn't taken his eyes off of. Lucy took the opportunity to really look at his Guardian. He was a beautiful black cat, larger than Happy, with sleek fur and long legs.

"Dinner," Levy announced and Lucy nearly laughed as she realized that from the start she had prepared enough food for all of them. Lucy should have figured the boys would all be attracted by the smell of food they didn't have to cook for themselves. Like moths to a light.

Lucy grabbed her share quickly, escaping to the armchair before the boys came wrestling and elbowing their way to the food. Levy followed her quickly. She sat on the floor at the table while Lucy curled up in her armchair again, balancing her bowl of pasta on her lap and tucking the coffee into the crook of her knee. She alternated between sips and mouthfuls, not realizing until she swallowed for the first time just how hungry she was. It felt like days since she had eaten and it took all her restraint not to wolf the whole thing down. Juvia and Levy had no qualms, however, and were both stuffing noodles into their faces like they'd never eat again. The boys managed to finally stop fighting long enough to grab their own bowls. Natsu was nearly done already by the time he got back to the table, following Levy's lead and sitting on the floor in front of Lucy. Gray and Gajeel reclaimed their seats on the couch, both quiet now that they had food. She restrained herself from running her fingers through his hair, which looked impossibly soft, wild as it was. He finished his food five seconds later and leaned back against her chair.

"Luce," he whined, drawing the nickname out like a child. He tilted his head back to he could look at her, eyes wide and imploring. "Are you going to finish that bowl?" he asked, attempting to sound innocent. She giggled at the nearly impish expression on his face that he couldn't quite hide, handing the half full bowl to him. The rest chatted, suddenly background noise when Natsu began talking to her.

"Stop begging," she scolded with a roll of her eyes. Natsu took it greedily, shoveling it all in one mouthful and swallowing.

"You're the best," he sighed happily, leaning back against her chair again, eyes closed, content smile on his young face. She smiled and brushed her fingers across his forehead without thinking, enjoying the warmth of his skin.

"Don't you forget it."

It seems all I write about lately is him. I would apologize but I don't think you mind. School has started as well as can be expected. The work is a lot and time consuming. But the people around me make it better. I think I'll do really well for once. I would say I'd exceed Father's expectations but I'm pretty sure that's an impossible feat.

I hope you can see me, Mama. I feel so much better here. Happier, even in the mere three days I've been at this school. I should write to Virgo soon and put her fears to rest. I have a feeling she's fretting in that big lonely house. You know how she is.

Although the days are growing colder, my life is full of warmth now. And most of it because of a pair of green eyes and a wide bright smile and an outstretched hand.

Sending all my love to you up there in the stars. I miss your laugh.

Your Star, Lucy

#yanna speaks #text #fairy tail #nalu #gajevy #my writing #B&M #blood and magic #B&M - chapter 3 #fanfic #constellunaa

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Daydream [II]. Chika

Reminder: This is based off of Daydream Warrior and this fanart I did Warning: Profanity, violence and sex. Ships: You>Chika>Kanan>Riko>?; with mentions of YouMari & KanaMari, and implied DiaYoshi & Maruby Words: 1,711

[I. Mari] [II. Chika] [III. Yohane] [IV. Kanan] [V. Dia] [VI. Hanamaru & Ruby] [VII. You] [VIII. Riko] [IX. ???]

II. Chika

“Why did I meet you?

I felt a definite link between us”

“Hello, earth to You-chan~?”

“Ah, gomen, Chika-chan.”

“You’re daydreaming again… is shopping with me so boring?”

You only chuckled and shook her head. Her lack of response made her orange-haired companion huff and stomp in playful annoyance. Chika was always full of energy and reacted to everything earnestly. There was never a dull moment with this pure-hearted, mikan-loving girl.

She’s a good girl. She’s such a good girl, yet…

Blue eyes glared at the ground, willing to burn a hole then and there so that she could jump in and would not have to endure this torture any longer. Or she could throw that accursed Kanan in and be done with it all, heh.

Soft, dainty hands waved in front of her face, prompting her to look at Chika in the eyes at last. The girl of her dreams now looked concerned, rather than disgruntled as her tone suggested.

“You-chan, are you really okay? Y-You got into a fight again, didn’t you?”

You stopped Chika’s hand before it could touch the small bandage on her neck that wasn’t covered by her scarf. “No, and I’m okay. I just slept late last night, that’s all.”

Chika scrunched up her face to an adorable pout. She appeared so innocent then, so trusting and full of zeal that half of You wished to embrace her and never let go. As if such gesture could siphon a bit of light and goodness into her jaded soul too.

The other half of her so wanted to break Chika’s purity.

Imagine what her reaction would be, if she were told about the hickie behind the bandage? You suppressed a shiver as she recalled Mari’s phantom warmth against her skin and those supple lips upon her neck. Oh yes, what would Chika think?

“Are you cold, You-chan? I know you don’t like the cold,” Chika was still frowning as she tugged at You’s scarf and wrapped it more snugly around the latter. “Here, lemme warm your hands!”

Sighing, You allowed herself a brief moment in which she indulged in the sensation of having her hands caressed by the girl she loved. All those fleeting fantasies of destroying Chika’s innocence were gone, leaving behind that prickly shame for daring to imagine such a thing. She had to fight every fibre of her being not to interlace their fingers, and instead, she gently squeezed Chika’s hands once before letting go.

“Thanks, Chika-chan. Now, let’s… let’s get back on track. How about this one?”

Without waiting for her companion’s answer, she entered a quaint shop full of small trinkets and antique ornaments. You pretended to look focused, nodding and grunting every now and then to show that she was listening to Chika. However, she was only concentrating on her beloved’s energetic voice, not the words themselves.

Why the fuck would she want to hear more about Matsuura Kanan?

Even then, she was but a mere human, and her brain still automatically absorbed those words and forced her to bask in Chika’s infatuation with Kanan yet again. No, not simply infatuation. You recognized that look in Chika’s eyes, something she saw whenever she stared at the mirror. Chika did love that person, just as You loved her dearly.

“Hehe, Kanan-chan almost smiled when I told her about that new restaurant three blocks away from the station. I knew it, that sashimi-loving side of her is still in there somewhere, I just need to coax it out!”

You stuffed her hands into her coat’s pockets to hide her clenched fists. She bit down on her lower lip just in time before she blurted out something Chika should never know. While she did desperately want to reveal Kanan’s sexual relationship with Ohara Mari, that would mean exposing her own twisted affair with the blonde as well. Her earlier notion of wanting to find out Chika’s reaction was long buried by the protective side of her.

No, Chika must not fall like her.

“Kanan-chan’s so kind too. Last weekend, when she heard Mito-nee made me clean the warehouse, she came over to help out. Hehe, she lifted all those boxes easily, it was kinda cool.”

I could’ve easily done that too. Where the fuck was I? Oh, right. You swallowed a growl and hung her head with guilt. I was screwing around with Mari-chan.

She flinched when Chika suddenly pinched her cheeks and pulled her lips upwards. “Smiling is important, You-chan! I’ve already had to tell Kanan-chan many times, don’t make me bug you about it too!”

You didn’t know what kind of expression she wore then, but it mustn’t be a pleasant sight because Chika cringed and dropped her hands.

“Chika-chan, why are you doing this? Why are you so hung up on… Kanan?” She forced that goddam name out between her gritted teeth, and was relieved that she sounded monotonous rather than venomous. No need to unsettle Chika more. “You know how much she loves…Riko-chan, right?”

You was puzzled by the icy chill that licked her spine then, as if she’d uttered something forbidden. Chika also looked bewildered, like she wasn’t expecting You to say that at all.

After a prolonged silence with them staring blankly at each other, Chika chuckled quietly and folded her arms behind her. “Yeah, I know Kanan-chan will probably always love Riko-chan, no matter what I do or what anyone else does for that matter. So what’s why I’m not doing anything. I just enjoy spending time with Kanan-chan.”

She paused and exhaled shakily before peering up at You with a small smile. “I’m not looking for anything in return. I just want to show her that I care about her, that’s all. I’m her friend, aren’t I?”

It was as if a beast’s claws had dug into You’s heart with those sincere words. She understood Chika’s feelings very well, except the selfish core of her still wanted to possess the latter all for herself. Unable to respond, she simply stood there and stared at the ground while Chika continued browsing around the shop.

She must have zoned out yet again, for Chika has already finished her purchases and was poking her arm for attention.

“Here you go~!” You blinked at the small anchor keychain dangling in front of her face, and then at the grinning girl as the trinket was deposited onto her palm.

“For me?”

“Yup! Yousorou~” Chika saluted and pointedly gazed at You until the latter returned the gesture. “Thanks for shopping with me, You-chan.”

“You don’t have to, it’s my pleasure. I am your friend after all,” You mumbled slowly, those pure words tasting vile on her tongue.

“Hehe, nope! You’re not just any friend but my best friend!”

You was both pleased and disconcerted by how Chika thought of her. At least, she was still special in the mikan-loving girl’s world.

“You think Kanan-chan would like this? She should, since Riko-chan would too,” Chika held up a small music box with a pattern of dancing dolphins carved onto the mahogany exterior. Admittedly, this gift was rather quintessentially Kanan and Riko, and it sickened You to her stomach.

“Why do you love her so much? Especially when she doesn’t love you back?” She wanted to punch herself for bringing up the topic again but a part of her no longer cared. She was tired of everything. It felt like she had been suppressing so much shit that something’s bound to erupt sooner or later.

However, Chika appeared unfazed by such painful question. In fact, her bright eyes had never looked so determined then, and You found herself falling for her best friend all over again. “I just do, You-chan. I won’t lie and pretend that I’ve never wondered about any alternatives. What if I’ve never met Kanan-chan? What if she’s never met Riko-chan? What if none of us ever met? How different would things be?”

She shook her head and, despite appearing so vulnerable, her voice was steadfast. “We can’t change what’s already happened, You-chan. All you can do is trust how you feel. After all, if you don’t trust yourself, who will?”

You opened her mouth only to close it a moment later, unable to refute her words.

“Love isn’t meant to be convenient,” Chika’s tone softened as she gazed at You warmly. “You can’t help the way you feel, but the link between two people is real, whether it’s reciprocated or not. Sometimes it hurts, or maybe it hurts most of the time, but it drives you forward every day and helps you discover parts of your world that you’ve never even thought of! And for that, I treasure such feeling.”

She lightly touched her chest and whispered. “I love Kanan-chan.”

And I love you. You replied inwardly but kept her expression placid. Ah, how would things be like if she hadn’t fallen for Chika? She and Mari would not have to cling onto each other in such a despicable, pitiful way. Perhaps, they might even love each other. And maybe, just maybe…

You closed her eyes briefly and saw a picturesque image that was forever etched into her mind. A pair of gentle amber eyes, lustrous burgundy hair that cascaded like a waterfall, and a pretty smile that filled her chest with warmth.

Indeed, how would things be like?

Alas, there was no point in daydreaming at all.

“You are right, Chika-chan,” You summoned whatever hadn’t died inside her heart to force out an acceptable grin. “You have my support. Let me know if… Kanan and Riko-chan like the gift, ne? I’d like some credit, haha.”

The endearing smile that blossomed on Chika’s visage dulled the ache a little, making it worthwhile. You hid her clenched fists inside her pockets once more, relishing in the sensation of nails digging into skin and the sticky hotness of trickling blood. Her feeling was not convenient at all.

Love was painfully addictive and delectably despairing.

It was real.

#athyra writes #daydream warrior au #youchika #chikayou #chikanan #kanachika #mentions of youmari and kanamari #watanabe you #takami chika #this chap was kinda painful to write lololol #my youchika kokoro was bleeding #kanariko #but look i kept it short *gasp*#\0/ achievement unlocked #hopefully this can be a weekly update

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