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[just-some-jam]

Hi! Sending an ask because I can't DM directly.

I have to be honest and say that I couldn't read more than a paragraph of your fic or two at a time, and that is solely due to the formatting and lack of paragraph breaks. Which, while I obviously don't speak for everyone, I know is an instant deal breaker "back button" for a lot of fic readers.

However, that makes it a very easy fix! AO3 can sometimes be a bit weird with copy pasting and makes the text blockier than you originally wrote it, but it's a simple fix if you want help working through it!

Hey thanks for letting me know I'll definitely fix the formatting when I get the chance tomorrow.

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Fight for Fiore

Natsu and lucy -Chapter Two

Soft whispers and proclamations of love circled the room, creating a lullaby like no other during a particular hot evening in the south. Fire's shadows flickered back and forth across the marble flooring, switching between left and right. As the two bodies wrestled back and forth like the flames. Their light illuminated what would have been the dark room. Two figures now lay there peacefully together, wrapped in all sorts of expensive sheets, lying lazily together. Lucy hummed quietly as her partner's rough hand circled down her back. Trailing between her pale shoulder blades, taking the time to touch each mole and curve.  His love language always came out when the two were like this. Unlike most in the southern kingdom, the two weren't out partying.  Celebrating the new summer cycle,  a way to praise the dragon god Atlas for coming back once again. Blessing the south with a fruitful harvest for the coming months. 

There, the two comfortably lay together, a head of pink hair sprawled against the pillows,  while equally frizzy and longer blond locks clashed with the bedsheets. Humming along to a soft lullaby. The palace of the southern kingdom was large and open in design, with a sandy palette and few to no doors. Just curtains that covered almost every entrance, hiding away the secrets and shadows. Like now. 

“You know you cannot enter while the prince is sleeping, scarlet,” A man's voice said at the entrance of the prince's room. He was lightning blonde with a large spear in his hands, voice akin to thunder. He stood proud and tall in the chambers, ordered not to allow anyone to enter. So that they wouldn't walk upon the unroyal like state he was in. 

“Do you not think that I know that?!” An equally stern voice spoke back with her sword clenched around her fist. Eyes narrowing straight at laxuses, the two now locked in a serious staring contest. This woman had the look in her eye of a fighter, one who wouldn't back down without completing what she had been ordered to do. “Move, before I make you move,” Erza said slowly, each word calculated and slow. She and Laxus had never really gotten along the two were tasked with keeping both princes alive. Which caused tension every now and then between the two, as the dispute over which would become heir carried on. Unusually, though, that night Erza was relieved of her duties to her prince. Tasked with keeping Natsu in line for the night. Lucy could feel their tension from the hall, causing her to lift her head, looking straight towards the hall. In response, Natsu let out a long groan. 

“Come, Erza,” Natsu announced as he slowly lifted from the bed, pink hair sticking every which way but down. The young prince rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes with the palm of his hand. White sheets hid his lower body from his long-time accomplices as Erza walked in with a powerful stride. Stopping at the foot of his bed, her clunky armor now fully woke Lucy, who had tried to hide behind a pillow. Lucy poked one of her eyes open, shutting them once again to save herself the embarrassment from Erza's judging gaze. Which is the best thing she could have done in this situation, considering the news that the two had just received. All of Erza’s words came out like faded noise in Natsu's ears. He watched her lips moving back and forth, but it took a moment for the words to register. Suddenly, there was no air in the room, time slowed down as erzas lips continued to move. Each syllable faded into what became white noise.

Natsu jumped to his feet, quickly grabbing the thin robe that had been thrown on the floor. In a flash, he was out of the chambers, running as fast as his feet could carry him, padding quickly away.  The clanking of erzas armor followed suit to the pitter-patter of his feet. Lucy lifted herself up, thinking about the words that had just been said. 

“We've heard word, your father's been ambushed.” 

“Get out of my way,” natsus voice echoed through the hall in a short burst. She could hear him shouting at servants and others from where she had lain. Letting put his frustrations on the poor staff. 

Lucy slipped back into the white flowing dress that had worn her in the morning, turning on her heels to follow suit behind the two. The blonde was breathing heavily, feet stomping against the ground, trying to catch up. A few feet ahead of her, Natsu had almost slipped rounding a corner, holding tightly onto his robe while he continued to run. Erza's voice shouted for him to slow down as they all saw the marble steps come into view. Each one of them rushed down. Natsu took three steps at a time, while Erza held onto the railing, and Lucy froze at the top. A hand came to cover her mouth as her eyes focused on the commotion at the bottom of the steps, where a body was being hurriedly dragged into the hall. The big door still swung open. Ignia, with his drenched blood leaking from his eye, stumbled forward, dragging his father's body over one shoulder. Clearly, it had been too much for him because the man soon stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily once he saw Natsu. “Why the hell weren't you there?” Ignia shouted, stumbling in place. 

“Is he okay?” natsus voice shook, making Lucy take a deep breath. She had never heard him sound like this in all the years that she had come to know him. “Why the hell weren't you there?” Ignia shouted once again. Stomping forward once his father's body had been passed off to a few guards who were nearby. Lying his body on the ground, waiting with a mage to heal the two's father upon the order. Ignia was tall, he looked exactly like his father, and in some ways, almost like Natsu. It was clear to anyone that the two boys shared some sort of heritage, although one of them would never admit it.

 “I..i was busy.” Natsu finally spoke up before he was snatched off his feet by Ignia, holding him by his robe. Both looked into each other's eyes, one full of fear and hurt, while the other only held scorn. Suddenly, Lucy felt this gaze on her peering deep into her soul, almost like a burning sensation. She and Natsu were originally not supposed to have been together that day, instead, both Natsu and Ignia were to go on a tour of the city with their father. Then a hunt not too soon after. 

“Busy,...busy…..You better hope he lives through this you worthless piece of shit. Or else it's your head,” Ignia snapped. 

“Ignia!” Erza yelled, getting the man's attention, causing him to drop Natsu with a thud. Before being pulled off somewhere to have his wounds attended to. Lucy took this moment to rush down the stairs, one of her hands reaching out towards her pink-haired lover. Catching him as he stumbled back in shock, a hand now on his mouth, whipping down his face. Natsu looked down in almost a sort of pain, lost in thought, the guilt of not being there for the one that he loved. Hitting him harder than it should have, at the moment, as history was repeating itself once again. “You are to blame for this,” Ignia said with a pointed finger, the words circling around in natsus head. 

Natsu stood near his father's door, afraid to open it, a lump caught in his throat. There's no way that he could go in there and be strong. Not the way that people needed him to be, not the way his father needed him to be. It had been almost three days since his father. The king had been attacked. Caught in the streets by a few unidentified people at the wrong moment and at the wrong time, they had roughed up his father good, but his father had caught them too. The scratches and scars across himself and Ignia were all the indication that the salmon-haired man needed. This inner discord in the kingdom had come to its climax. The lump in natsus throat only grew larger, beginning to be big enough to suffocate the young man. Making his mouth grow dry, dry enough to cough. 

“Come in, Natsu,” the croaky voice of Igneel pushed past the unmovable door, causing a slight gasp to come from Natsu. He had been standing there for more than a good amount of time. When did his father find out that it was he behind the door? Doing as he was told, Natsu opened the door, stepping in the footsteps of his once great father. The court mage had told the royal family that Igneel only had a few more days left to live, something that was not much of a shock. With the injuries his father had sustained, Natsu was surprised that he had made it through the first night in the first place. “Dad,” Natsu hummed quietly, looking down at his shaking hands. Fingers locked around each other, an effort to comfort himself. 

His father looked pitiful in this state, bandages wrapped all around his body. Each one more stained than the last. Stitches held his father's skin together in an effort to make the king look presentable. Piles of blankets that were almost two inches tall sat on top of him as well, probably to keep him warm. His father always hated the cold and was stubborn as hell about his hate for it. Natsu had heard about the commotion his father had started earlier over the simple blankets. Arguing with a maid about wanting more blankets, even when he didn't need them. They were making his condition worse, but igneel wasnt hearing it from the maid, and neither from the court mage as well. 

“You always did hate storms,” Igneel said with a loud cough, igniting a fire in the man's lungs. “When you were younger, you used to stand outside my door the same way. Clutching your hands tightly around yourself. Just waiting for me to come get you.” Igneel continued on the coughing, only pushing his voice out more. His father was dying right in front of his eyes, and instead of thinking of himself. Igneel was thinking of comforting him. His son, who wasn't his, instead of the fear of death.

 “I remember on one particularly nasty night,” Igneel said. Natsu could remember the night his father was talking about through his coughs and gasps for air. He knew he didn't have much time left with his father. So Natstu just listened, standing on the right side of the bed. It was a particularly stormy night in the kingdom, one that had blown in from the west. Natsu was only six around the time, it had been just after his parents were killed. An accident caused by his brother, one of the reasons his brother had been banished. The young boy hadn't gotten used to sleeping alone just yet, especially when he had no immediate family to care for him. The only one left was Igneel, natsus paternal uncle. The twin to his father, which was something else he hadn't gotten used to either. Seeing his father's face on another man every day when it wasn't his. A harsh reality for a young kid to live with. 

Natsu had wandered out of bed at his young age, looking for his parents' old room. Wanting to seek comfort in their old bed, only the problem was that Igneel and his family had recently come to live there. Instead of knocking on the door or just sneaking in like any normal kid would have done. Instead, Natsu had decided to wait outside the door like his dad would come get him, a small blue plush cat hanging off his arm tightly. As Natsu covered his ears in fear, luckily, igneel had left to use the bathroom at just the right moment. He had found Natsu to himself in the dark, picking up the small crying boy and taking him to bed with him and his wife of the time.

“Don't be afraid, boy, the storm will all pass.” Natsu heard the words echoing in his ears as he stood at his father's side, hands clutching tightly together. “I still have that little teddy you left here, I kept it just in case you ever got scared and wanted to come back,” Igneel added. Lifting his weak arm to point towards the bookshelf far off in the corner, its contents hidden by the shadow of the candlelight. It resource more focused on shining light on the king instead of providing light for the rest of the room. 

“Dad, I'm scared,” Natsu mumbled to himself, reverting to that scared little boy he once was, all those years ago. 

“Don't be afraid, boy, the storm will all pass,” Igneel repeated in that same voice that he always talked in. The one that would pick him up when he was down, the one that would hold him when he was cold, the one that would lead him through the storm. Natsu wanted to shout and cry, he wanted to scream into the heavens. He wanted to burn the oceans and the lands, anything that would bring his father back. It didn't feel fair not to him, he had already lost one father. Why was he forced to lose another? Slowly, Natsu climbed into bed, like he used to when he was young. Sliding on the open side near his father's body, coming to hug his side tightly, unwilling to let go. 

“Dad?” Natsu said, but he never got a response. “Dad,” he tried again, but still, silence only received him. Once again, the pink-haired man was reverted to a small boy all over again, and it hurt. It hurt like hell, an unimaginable hell. 

In the land of fire, far off to the south, there had always been a single tradition, something that always rang true about the people that lived in its hot climate. Something that dated far back to the times of when acnologa first arrived on the land. Something that embraced the legend of Atlas engulfed in flames. Whenever someone of importance died, they were to be set on fire atop of a pyre, burned by those they deemed as loved ones. This was natsus third time coming to the royal burning pier, first when he was just a child. Accompanied by his older brother before he was banished. Natsu had sent his parents to the heavens in ashes, the second time it was for his older brother. After a letter had been received to the kingdom from a far off distant land reporting the death of Zeref, Natsu had to send his brother off with no body. Just a small blanket that had been passed down to him. The only thing that natsus brother had left him, and now this third time. 

Burning hot flames danced across the walls as the salmon-haired man stood to him self, in front of the large stone slab that held Igeel's body. He was dressed in the finest of clothes, gold garments from head to toe. Rings circled igneels fingers, custom-made for each one of his now-thin fingers. As the hot flames engulfed his body, inch by inch, just the same as the others before him.  They used to fit so perfectly, shining for all the world to see the wealth that the man possessed. Ignia stood off to the side as well, his chest held proudly, not a single tear coming down his face. Standing next to the other guards. All in one solid line, just weeks before Ignia had finally reached the rank of high knight. A general of sorts that would strategize war plans for the kingdom in time of need, in order to receive this role, Ignia had to forsake his claim to all of his previous positions. An effort to be unbiased to the people he served so that they would accept his rank. What Ignia didn't know was that when he had given up his claim to the throne, and all associations with his lineage. He would be giving up his right to send his father away. 

Natsu looked across the burning flames as they danced right in front of him. Ignia couldn't even meet his eyes, and Natsu couldn't blame him. Not for this, not in this moment with their father lying as he was. His bones were turning to ash right in front of the two men he had raised eyes. It was too soon. Too soon to send away his father, and Lucy could feel it. She didn't know how to comfort him. Not like this, when Natsu stood alone by himself, no one to help him through the daunting task. The pale-skinned girl reached out her hand to take a step forward so that she could comfort him, but her father was quicker than her efforts. Snatching her hand down without batting an eye, he didn't even look at her as he did so. Keeping her stuck in place beside him and her family. 

After their father's death, there were no arguments about who would take the throne and who wouldn't. Igneel had always wanted Ignia to enlist in the knights' guard. He practically gave his son no option but to forsake his claim to the throne. Natsu was always meant to take control, even when his parents died, igneel made it so that Natsu would continue to take back his family's throne. As it was his birthright before, “Natsu? “Lucy mumbled, shifting over in bed, her blond brow raised in an arch. Her arm draped around his torso, cuddling the man when she had fallen asleep. Hours ago now.  There was a sense in her that he was awake, sitting in their now shared bed, just thinking. Like he had been for the past few days since igneels death, over and over again. Just thinking, lying there looking up at the ceiling, a shell of what his old energetic personality used to be. Natsu didn't respond, he didn't even let out a grunt. He just lay there in bed, continuing to look at the ceiling. No words, no sound, just silently breathing into the night. 

Lucy had been worried since the day of his father's passing, for Natsu, he hadn't been the same. Almost as if he had checked out, just moving about without any agency, if she could, the Heartfilia heir would just go to her father for advice,  for he had lost a loved one before. He had been like Natsu after her mother died when she was young, but he would take it as an opportunity to move up. Slowly, Lucy slipped out of bed, passing her lover's side. Stopping where he lay to give him a small kiss on his head before continuing on her way through the palace. It was a hot night, she could feel the sweat sticking to her skin like bitter tree sap. As she carried through. Luckily, not many staff were up; most of them were sleeping peacefully, like she should have been. Everything looked the same as the day of the king's passing. Even bloody stains on the ground had been yet been cleaned. It was almost like time had frozen, with no one carrying forward. Everyone was lying in wait to see who would take the throne in the king's passing.

The courtyard was a long way away from the prince's chambers, but it was manageable. It was a place covered in stone slabs, with a large patch of grass in the middle. Full to the brim with pretty flowers. Each represented a different monarch who had come to claim the southern kingdom. Once her slippers touched the grass, Lucy sank down onto its welcoming embrace. Covering her mouth so as to not loudly and dramatically scream loudly into the night. For the past few days, Lucy had stayed strong for her lover. Trying to be a leg he could lean on, but someone can only take so much before they fall as well. Hot tears ran down Lucy's pale cheeks as she cried into her hand. A fist full of dirt clutched in her palm, it felt so good to finally release her pent-up anger. All of it coming out in stretched, pained actions, next she was clawing at the dirt. Tearing up as much as she could, pulling at weeds, flowers, dirt, anything she could get her hands on.

“That's not a pretty sight for the future prince consort,” a vile voice rang in her ears. She knew exactly who it was behind this voice, anger burned in Lucy's chest as she whipped around. She threw the handful of dirt that she had in her hand straight at the man behind her. Hitting the pillar behind him, right beside his face, where she had aimed. 

Ignia stood there in full uniform, a bottle tightly grasped in his hands, as he sat in the grass perched against a pillar. Ignia smelled exactly as he looked, disheveled and drunk, not a proper look for a high-ranking knight. “When did you get here?” Lucy asked, whipping away the tears from her face as she turned to fully face him. Standing to her feet dress was muddy and filthy from the dirt. “I've been here the whole time, you just didn't notice,” Ignia responded back taking another swig of his bottle. It was unmarked in some random glass bottle, probably something that Ignia had just plucked from the kitchen area.

“What are you doing out here this late?” Lucy asked once more. 

“I should be asking you the same thing?” Ignia quipped back before a long sigh left his lips. It almost sounded exactly like natsus frustrated sign. Ignia only turned his head to the side, jutting it out to the blood-stained floor that sat in the hall. Uncleaned. “Here for that,” Igina finally answered bluntly. Before getting more comfortable in his position, he looked up at the quiet night sky above them. “Soon your lovers gonna snap out of his daze and find out how much he has missed,” Ignia added once more, glumping down the liquid from his bottle. 

“Is he not your brother? Shouldn't you be comforting him?” Just as Lucy said her words, a snort came from Ignias' side. Then next, a sarcastic laugh that followed as well. 

“He's not my brother, never was. Never will be. I lost the only family I had left, and he got everything he could ever want. It doesn't compare.” his words hurt to hear even for someone that wasn't ascoasted with Igina. In a way, Lucy could understand where he was coming from. Natsu had always had everything in his eyes, and yet she still didn't like his words. It made the whole situation seem more simple than it actually was to begin with. 

“If you're gonna be bitter, I might as well return to my chambers.” Lucy wasn't gonna stand here and let him disrespect Natsu. He was hurt, and she could see it, but she wouldn't allow his hurt to affect hers. “Good night, have fun with the stiff,” Igina chanted as she left, making her way back to her and Nastus' chambers. On the way there, Lucy passed another stain, which stuck out like a sore thumb. She stopped in her tracks, shaking in anger, sadness, and all the other emotions she couldn't name. Grabbing the edge of her dress, Lucy fell to her knees, harshly scrubbing what she could up. Scrubbing more and more away dirting her dress more as she moved to clean. Wanting to change the little bit that she could, not just for her but for Natsu as well. 

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Fight for Fiore

Gajeel Fedfox -Chapter One

The content of Fiore had always been locked within a time of great strife that was always followed by hardships. Curses, creatures, and defilers controlled the land, and Before the time when heroes, conquerors, legends, gods came and went as the centuries passed by. One horrid story seemed to curse the land like infected blood through a body, a story of every lasting power struggle that affected every great story. It is always the same tale, never changing in ending only in the beginning as the generations started and finished. The first affected was the dragons, a wonderous race of creatures that lived before men ever walked on earth. 

Before all things were the stars, big and empty orbs that lay in the endless space of nothingness. Then out of the nothingness flew a great figure, a being of ethereal power. The world had been created in a single bellow by this strong and large of these beings. This dragon, the first of all dragons named Irene, touched what was the heavens above, breathing light into the stars Causing them to shine above. She created the sky where celestials would live, next, this all-powerful being lay in the endless space between the new light-filled stars creating the world that all would exist on. In her effortless display, Irene had become the first mother. Birthing what would become the next from the stars above. As Mother Irene the first of dragons laid upon the sky, she created the dragons Zirconis, Belserion, Atlas, Motherglare and finally Acnologia the last of her children. 

Each child was created to serve a purpose in this new world she crafted with her body, all given specific roles on how to use this new world. Atlas the first of her children was to rule, and Irene's only daughter Motherglare was to stay by her mother's side and watch over her mother's body. Belserion and Zirconis the twins were to balance out the world, with peace and tranquility. The last child Acnolgia was to follow after his older sibling’s place, bringing magic to the world, but Acnologia was selfish. He wanted to keep the world to himself, never under his older brother's rule.

 In his possessiveness to rule he fought his siblings for control, finally succeeding after decades of battle. In their war which from fourth on was named the clash of dragons, acnologia tore his eldest brother Atlas apart. Turning him into the great flame that circled the world giving light to his new possession. Next, he ripped his sister from his mother's shoulders waving her back and forth through the sky, allowing her screams to make the wind and clouds causing the new world to forever be turning round and round. Spinning through an endless void that displeased the celestials. Lastly, for his older twin brothers Zirconis and belserion the youngest dragon tied them together, for they were the mightiest of the children. The only ones that could stop him, but could never get along with each other.

 With the help of the celestials who wanted to stop The Clash of Dragons, acnolgia was able to compress his brothers down onto their mother, molding the twins into the lands that stretch the world now.

With all his foes now vanquished scattered across his mother, acnolgia flew to the now new content of Firoa where he laid claim to the land as his own. There he knocked down the forest with his large wings that had grown in the time of war. Clearing a singular piece of land that would be forever covered by his shadow in the west. Where the dark plains would be named. Next, he breathed a thick stream of fire to the south. Burning all that lay there creating the frugal kingdom of fire forever now summer due to the flame that still lingered. Once acnologia was done the great dragon began to tire comfortably laying his body down onto north. Where great mountains full of rich minerals and irons mixed into his body and the land. Formed from the thick and rich blood of himself. This is how the iron mountains came into creation, finally as the dragon laid upon the earth settling he left one spot uncovered by his tyranny. A single piece of clearing where the city of light got its start, but one last thing was left. As the beast laid its head in the middle of all. He drew his last breath a small island appeared from this final breath the windy isles that would soon come to be a place of peace between the four territories. 

Although the great mother Irene was disappointed by the war that occurred on her great body that had become the world. She gave one last gift to the new world now shaped by destruction and death. Out of the scales of her twin sons zirconis and belserion came the first Men and Women. All many different shapes, sizes, races, and forms carried by the winds of her beloved daughter, now scattered all over the world. Her eldest child Atlas provided the sun that these new beings needed to start a life that would now last generations. 

For her last child though the first mother Irene would bestow a horrid curse upon his land. Leaving a prophecy that he would play an important part in. Now bound to the land he would hold deep within him the eclipse gate. A sacred place that would one day open to bring on the era of dragons once again to the world when needed at its most. Over time the people of Acnologias land established the four territories that would rule first the Northern Iron Mountains, second the city of Light, third the Southern Kingdom of Fire, and lastly the western Dark Plains. All needed to play a future role in this prophecy that would help cure the land of its past. To always be at war with one another never able to progress like the rest of the world had freely begun to do. 

A deep breath huffed in disagreement as he heard the legend being recited he continued to walk shaking his head. A woman of no particular features stood atop a short stone pillar. Speaking into the busy market her loud voice carried through its hustle and bustle. Some had come to stand below the pillar listening intensely to her words, most were children. Joining in to hear the great tale that they had shared so many times before. Others were fanatics who believed what she spewed wholeheartedly. That one day an era of mythical creatures would one day come back to claim the earth and break its curse. Saving the people in their time of need.

“Believers and their bullshit propaganda” Gajeel sneered. Many of the lower class that lived and worked in the Iron Mountains all followed the same thing. That the story of dragons and a cursed land was just an excuse to not fully exist in the real world. A way to desensitize everyone to what was happening in their homes under the tyrannical rule of their king. “I can't tell that people believe that stuff” another equally scratchy voice laughed along. Carrying a large tan bag of tools that the two had just secured. The small trip had been cut short considering most things in this place were either stolen or broken beyond repair. With the few lucky times that a stall would pecure something new.

“People will believe anything in a way to justify their suffering” Gajeel commented under his breath, causing Boze to stop in his tracks. The sunlight bounced off Boze’s bald head, causing his caramel skin to shine brightly in its light. Blinding the unfortunate souls that happened to be passing by. 

“That's oddly poetic of you Redfox? Has raising girls grown you soft?” Boze asked beginning to walk again once he received a glare in response which was more than enough of any answer.

The two young men pushed their way through the crowd leading themselves to a long line where many like them stood. Readying to go into the forge, a nickname given to the place below the mountains, it contained the richest of resources. A place where most worked digging deep into the earth's darkest crevasse and few had the job of smithing weapons. Bringing out the riches of things that would be seen once in a lifetime. Only to be taken away straight to the greedyest of all who kept such treasures for himself, he alone controlled the iron mountains. Gajeel stood in line still as a soldier not moving a muscle as he zoned out thinking about the relaxation that awaited him at home. A strict voice echoed from the front of the line calling on the next ten people. This process took way longer than intended, signing each person's name onto a booklet to ensure that they would be paid the bare minimum. Just for their names to sometimes ‘get lost’ when payment came at the end of the day. 

Gajeel shuffled his head to the side, his height providing a perfect view of what was seven other lines. One for each mountain, all full to the brim with people who awaited their turn. It was one young boy who caught Gajeel's eye, he looked younger than when he started working. The boy was covered in soot already a nod that meant he had just come from a different job of the day. Now standing in line to work a second shift, gajeel remembered those days back before puberty had hit him. He was around sixteen working two labor-intensive jobs just to provide for his family of three. It was after his father had left, a drunken fool who cared little for his children. Not enough to even say goodbye. 

“They just get younger and younger don't they” Boze announced slapping his hand on his olive friend's shoulder three times. On the fourth, it finally caught Gajeel attention to move forward a few places in line. 

“Not my problem” Gajeel responded rolling his eyes once again, now shifting them to the tan sack on Boze's shoulder. Full of what they would need for the day he and his associate had spent half of yesterday's earrings on the supplies. That would hopefully make their work less hard. The sack held new grips for a pickaxe that would help Boze. Though he hated to admit it, Boze had sustained a hand injury when he was younger due to a mine collapsing in on him. The two had also bought a new hammer for Gajeel since he worked on the other side of the forge. A space where only a few individuals bestowed the work of creating whatever the king demanded. It was hard work to stand over an anvil slamming down into its steel, Most of the time it wasn't anything special gajeel made, for the last few months now it had been common things that the king needed. Like an engraved brass plate probably for show, pots and pans things of that nature. 

“Next” the strict voice yelled loudly as Gajeel and Boze moved forward once again now getting closer towards the front. “See I told you that coming an hour early was a good idea” Boze gloated. His voice faded into the background once more while Gajeel just stood in line buffering out his blabbering from people ahead and behind. At this point, he deserved a medal for his service to the realm. Protecting everyone's ears from his associates' nonsense day in and day out, the raven-haired man nodded along to Boze's words. Something was happening at the front he could see a man cutting through the crowded line to the right of him. Strange. 

He adorned a set of big golden armor and the toughest of furs. This man was one of those people that never went cold through the long nights. Like he had done. The man continued to cut through the crowd ignoring the yells and protest of the people around him. Creating a path that would lead him straight to the man in charge of this whole operation. Once at the front, he seemed to disappear, now lost in the sea of formen and officials. Strange. Gajeel thought as “next” was called again breaking his focus again. 

 An iron hammer slammed down hard onto his steel counterpart, molding the metal below it into a flat surface. “Another damn plate,” Gajeel thought as he released all his anger into the new project he had been given. A tight deadline was enforced to go with his new assignment, to be done with a hundred and two plates before the midday meal. Which in retrospect was nearly impossible for the timeline given but Gajeel had struck a deal with the formen at the front. “I know you need it, so if you make me a few plates boy I'll cut you a little extra.” 

The hammer slammed down again this time sending bits of sparks to the ground as gajeel pounded into the metal. His swings grew more and more unyielding from each slam of metal against metal. “Piece of shit” Gajeel yelled on the last slam hitting the center of the plate and finalizing his set. The young man was pissed, to say the least, he had spent his whole assigned meal cutting through the workload he was given. All for a selfish bastard and a few more jewels in his pocket. The smith finally dropped his hammer no longer new, the base now covered in scratches that cut deep. Gajeel slipped off his long protective gloves made from cheap leather that he had saved up to buy a few years back. Encircling his knuckles to take a much-needed break while the sound of footsteps approached his workbench. More like a work zone since the young man had an issue with working with others around him. Being suspended many times over the years for having disagreements with other smiths around him. Now secluded in his area of the forge where no one could bother him and vice versa. Where he could keep to his work without the pitter-patter of other voices bothering him.

“Redfox someone here to see you” sols annoying high pitch voice announced. Sol was the man in charge of all the blacksmiths. He was a spineless man who seemed to cave whenever something occurred under his watch. A fact from an incident in the past had given the strike as a murder. A little girl's death on his hands from his days as a watchman in the mines and when Sol was asked how he handled it all he did was cower over. “Sir Aria wants to speak to you” Sol shouted when Gajeel would not imminently turn around to greet whoever the hell it was disturbing him. 

“I hear you old man” the smith growled, turning around with a raised brow and rubbing away the soreness in his knuckles with a warm towel from an off-to-the-side bucket of water. Gajeel had demanded that all stations have one nearby after a fire incident a few days back, although it was common sense to have water near a hot surface. Sol had never thought to assign anything to the station in case of a fire. After months of telling his supervisor that it was a must-have, Sol had to find out the hard way that Gajeel was right once again. 

“So you must be the eclamined Black steel of the forge” Sir Aria spoke to Gajeel the man in question immediately cringed from the nickname. Obviously, he was a knight of some sort, why else would he come waltzing in like he had the right to?

“No one calls me that” Gajeel groaned, throwing the towel back into its bin. 

“No one to your face” Sir Aria was quick to quip Shuffling towards an abandoned stool. 

“Why are you here?” Gajeel sneered which was followed by a quick demand of an apology by his superior. “I mean no offense but Sir Aria why are you here?” He asked again this time with different wording but all the same sneer and tone. 

“I came to see the man that created such a wonderous breastplate. You see I recently survived a gruesome battle and I require a few mending here and there." As Sir Aria continued to talk an ease began to set in gajeels brow. It wouldn't be so bad being enlisted for a private job of sorts. “I'll pay you double of what you work here, for your time taken” Sir Aria finally stated, his large frame getting comfortable in the uncomfortable stool. 

“What about the smiths in the palace?” Gajeel asked, crossing his arms over one another. 

“I would much rather have the man who made it before handle such a delicate procedure. This armor did save my life after all.” Sir Aria replied with a dry laugh mimicking gajeels crossed arms. The two large men watching each other intently both waiting for the other to give in. All the while Sol stood in the center of the room drowning in a pool of sweat nervous from what the young man would say. Gajeel had already said enough that would get many beheaded before repeating another smart remark but Sir Aria seemed to like Gajeel. Evident by Gajeel still being able to draw breath, “I like you Black Steel.” Sir Aria said cutting the silence. 

The knight stood to his feet taking off the gold breastplate, displaying the large long scar that dug deep into his armor from the back. It looked as if some sort of large beast had scratched the man from behind, he was right that breastplate had saved his life. “I will be back in a fortnight to retrieve this from you. I expect it to be good as new.” Sir Aria announced turning on his heels to leave once the thick gold plate had hit the ground. Leaving a loud echo in his place. Sol followed behind Sir Aria as he walked down the tunnel further into the forge and away from Gajeel. 

“I need a damn drink,” Gajeel said to himself once the room had been cleared out, now scratching his sore face with a displeased look.

The tavern was deafeningly full, the sounds of women and men alike drunky laughing at anything being said followed by the many different instruments being played at the same time. All combine together to make the most headache-inducing experience one could ever have all at once. Drinks flung back and forth from hand to hand, jewels loosely scattered the grounds probably from a customer who had way too much to drink. A glass shattered off in the distance which would have risen an eye if there already hadn't been so much happening. The wooden door slammed shut its wood leaving tough fingers as a figure walked in eyes scanning for a specific someone but finding someone else instead. Boze stood at the top of a round table contributing to the cheering that erupted like an open flame. 

Gajeel helped himself to a seat, one right near the commotion that was gonna get out of hand sooner than later. “Drinks are on me” Boze yelled loudly above the cheering crowd, accompanied by a woman loosely hanging underneath his arm. His generosity definitely was created by his favorite choice of, drink. Winter's edge brandy something both Gajeel and Boze had both come up with in their much younger years. The two men finding comfort at the bottom of a cup together through hardships. “Broze we know you're broke” A man's voice yelled from the crowd causing the drunk man to turn over his shoulder stammering slightly. “What?! Who said that?” he shouted back into the crowd. 

Gajeel shook his head massaging his temples as chous erupted. Just then a familiar voice snuck its way into his ears. “Hard day?” the drowsy voice asked, in the meliconlic tone she was known for. “What do you think ?” Gajeel asked with a raised brow greeting the cup that had been sat in front of him. Obviously on the house, considering it was from Juvia and if it wasn't the two would share some words. “I think you should be nicer to the person who gives you free drinks,” Juvia replied in a low tone huffing to herself as she snatched the mug off the table. 

A loud clash broke through the air, it was Boze who had fallen off the table, trying to stand on one foot. Probably a wager he had just made, boze was like that. Bringing the good times to others even at the cost of himself. “He's gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow,” Juvia said sitting the mug back down allowing Gajeel to snatch it before it could be taken from him again. “You're telling me” he replied gulping down what he could in a single breath, it burned like hell in his throat, almost suffocating. “What the hell is that?” gajeel asked beating on his chest with a hand, trying to regain his composure before anyone else could see. 

“It's rum. Rimfire rum to be exact” Juvia said with a small smile. Her long blue hair pulled back in a single braid. Keeping any sort of pieces from getting in her or other's way, juvia had tired blue eyes. Something she had inherited somewhere Gajeel didn't exactly know where. The only thing that the two shared in common was their nonexistent father. Both were hurt by the pain he caused, both bastards without a mother. 

“Don't tell me you drink this stuff” Gajeel asked pushing the cup away now dont with its fiery liquid. 

“It keeps me awake. We just got a large shipment from the south. It's all that they drink over there.” The blue-haired woman responded, taking hold of the mug to finish down the last of it. As her brother watched from his seat a look of pure disgust shown on his face, juvia had always had what people call a dry sense of humor. She never really smiled much, always down in the blues rather than enjoying her young life. That being said she had the resistance of a sailor. Unable to be influenced by the strongest of drinks, unlike someone they both knew. Who was now crawling his way towards the two using empty seats to regain his footing? 

“Why should we trust anything they serve in the south? They're all a bunch of uppity rich pansies.” gajeel was quick to say as his half-sister sat in the empty seat in front of him. 

“Why would you think that? I hear they're are pretty great things coming from the south” Juvia asked as Boze laid his head on the back of her seat. Finding comfort in what seemed to be the smell of her hair. 

“You smell like the open sea” Boze groaned petting her hair while Juvia paid no mind to his actions. “We get our grain from the south.” She said ignoring the obviously drunk man's words. 

“Correction the king gets the grain from the south.” Gajeel corrected waving over another worker at the tavern to give him what he called a ‘real northern drink’. The only time Gajeel Redfox ever had northern pride was when it came to the mention of the other territories in Fiore. 

“Careful if anyone hears you they'll send you straight to the dead wave and you'll never be seen again” Juvia joked in her same dry manner. Which obviously gained not a single laugh from Gajeel who sipped on his ale quietly. 

“You think that's funny don't you?” he asked. Which made Juvia shrug her shoulders never responding to the question he asked. Just then boze began to stir spouting nonsense like he always did when he got like this. 

“You smell just like her ju.” boze mumbled to himself still lightly petting the girl's hair, both gajeel and Juvia knew that there was no malice behind Boze's actions. His lips now lose after his third full cup, “I miss Sue” mumbled once more now making an uncomfortable silence surround the three at the mention of Sue. Bozes' sister. Both Juvia and Gajeel exchanged looks never outwardly saying what the two were thinking, like some sort of sibling telepathy. Finally speaking when the both of them felt that it was needed. 

“So we both agree Boze needs to go home,” Juvia spoke up in her flat tone even though she tried to say it in a caring way. “I'll take him back.” gajeel agreed standing up as the tavern continued to below out loud sounds. He wrapped his arm under Bozes, lifting the equally large man to lean against himself. So that they could make the difficult walk back, down the alleyways, and to the district that they called home. As the two walked jaggedly swishing side to side boze sang to himself a sad song. Something that he would usually do whenever he got too drunk to be sane. 

“In the shadow of the mountains, where the iron veins run deep” Boze hummed dragging out each word. 

“I heard the tales of old men, as they speak of things they keep” continuing with the song. The memory of drunken fathers coming from the minds sings the verses that filled Gajeel's mind as he continued to drag Boze through the street. 

“Boze, I don't think this is the time to be singing” Gajeel joked in a light tone, his buzz highlighting his giddy feelings. 

“The dragons fought, and the world was torn. A land born from fire, where hope is worn. We drink our ales and cry our woes, for the land we live in only sorrow sows.” boze continued to hum now growing louder with each verse. He could be heard through the empty alleys, while his friend dragged him along. It wasn't until they two were halfway home and Boze was halfway through his song till the two stopped. A group of men dressed in long fur cloaks stood near the end huddled together speaking in a hushed whisper. Stopping as soon as they saw the two men coming toward them slowly. 

“Oh, the wind that howls, through the frozen night. Echoes the clash of dragons, the endless fight, from the iron mountains to the darkened plains. We carry the weight of ancient pains.” boze continued to sing as Gajeel stopped. Standing still right in front of the men they all made eye contact with each other. Seemingly waiting for the others to move first before any action was made. 

“Just let us pass through and we’ll be on our way” gajeels deep voice echoed against the back ends of the stone buildings. 

“Go another way” one of the voices spoke up with a measured tone.  

“Can't, this is the only way home” Gajeel responded. 

“Kid, take the hint, you're not wanted here” another voice spoke up. Stepping forward seemingly reaching for something. Before the first man stopped him with an outreached arm so that any of them wouldn't pass by his authoritative voice speaking again. “If you know what's good for you, redfox. I wouldn't pass through here”. 

Redfox? Did this man just call Gajeel Redfox, that means he had to know him in some type of way. It wasn't like Gajeel wasn't known in his district, but not enough to be known as just Redfox. “No redfox around here,” Gajeel said with a raised brow, setting Boze propped up against a wall. So that he wouldn't fall too hard to the ground. “Oh, the curse that binds us, no end in sight. We drink to forget, but we know it's not right. In the north, we bleed, we live, we die. Under a sky that forever cries.” Boze continued on singing, as Gajeel confronted the two men with a narrowed brow. 

The back door to one of the buildings opened up, shining a light into the alleyway. “Hey Metalicana, we're about to start” someone yelled letting in the group who slowly trotted in. Wait did he just say Metalicana? He's heard that name before at some point “Wait, what's your name?” Gajeel asked taking a few quick steps forward. Trying to catch up to the men before the door shut loudly. Gajeel stood there not moving having the choice between that door or his drunk friend. Gajeel Redfox had to make a choice.

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About to redo my whole page for this idea that I have.

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YOU au Hanma shuji x reader

“Hanma can you open the door for me please” a voice echoed through his head. It sounded like a soft melody in the distance. Something far off that he couldn't quite reach, so close yet so far.

“Hanma help me please. I'm holding the baby, I can't do both at once” your voice whispered from behind the door. Rocking the infant back and forth.

“Hanma help me please im holding the body, I cant do both at once” you had said simultaneously. While both versions of you holding a body and a child flew through his head. But it finally landed on just one. One that he had not expected.

“Hanma, are you deaf or something get the door Im holding the damn baby” you finally snapped at him. Knocking the man out of his state of unawareness. His thoughts still circling through his head, mixed between last night and now.

“Okay, okay stop your bitching. I'm coming woman.” hanma growled as he walked over towards the big white door that he hated. In the big fucking window like house that he hated even more, in the quietest most boring neighborhood in the whole city that he hated more than that. Hamna hated everything about his new life with you. From the supermarket that didn't sell the type of coffee that he liked, down to the dumb neighbors who would always comment. when they heard you two even seem to be rasing your voices at each other. But like the good loving husband he was he would just put up with it. No matter what the draw back was and you were one of those. You were a draw back, everything that you did was a draw back. When he opened the white door he didn't just open it for you and your child he opened it for himself too. So that he could see the outside world far away from his trapped life. In a home that he hated, in the one part of town that he hated even more. And yes finally surrounded by people that he hated the most.

“Hanma hurry grab her feet” you screamed with the voice of a whisper more afraid of waking the baby then getting caught with a body. You were and still are a draw back, and it always came down to situations like this. When you go off the rails and do stupid things, going off a very small claim that he had cheated on you. With the mail woman of all people. Cliche much one would think but you though it was very much real.

“Im grabbing her legs but could you be more quieter” hanma had yelled back at you with his brows furrowed very hard. Showing the sweat that was gliding off of his almost pail face. Everything could end here and now just by one person spotting them. One person waking up at fucking 2:20 in the morning. To see the atrocity you both have now committed.

He took over now at this point, Hanma was no stranger to violence. No stranger to hiding bodies and covering up crimes. You had married a criminal after all. But you were inexperienced, so bad that the action that was committed a mere few hours ago. Had already incriminated you both, even If you hadn't gotten caught yet. The woman fell limply into the back of the car as hanma tried to slam the trunk as quietly as possible.

He paid no care to the fact that his wife was running back into the house. Grabbing his son and a fully packed diaper bag. Jumping into the front seat of the car as he did the same. A small infant in the back sleeping only a seat away from his mother's crime.

"you just had to bring the baby." He muttered putting the car in reverse.

"what were we supposed to do huh? leave him there?" She retorted back. Watching said boy from the review mirror asleep. As he drove off twords a string of new houses being built at the opposite end of the culdesac. Down as far as the street reached. Settling on a newly dug up foundation that was set to have cement poured that next morning.

Hanma got out of the car now being able to take out his frustrations loudly. Slamming the car door as it echoed off the vancent houses. Reaching around the back to open the truck of his obnoxiously large soccer mom car.

What had you done to him truly. What had you done to his life. Hanma shuji had run from his original crimes for as long as he could. Deciding that he would never senselessly kill again unless he had to. And now you had broken his own personal rule. Throwing the man straight into yet another crime.

What did you do to me?

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More sad headcanons

The seros

Sero never wanted to have kids. It's a hard truth but they where a things that he never really was interested in. So when he found him self becoming a new dad there was nothing that he could do. He was there yeah but in reality he really wasn't. When his kid wanted to get into volleyball, he was at the games but after there never was any ice cream. There was no goodjobs or high fives as people would think there would be. Sero is very expressive when it come to people in his age bracket but when it came to children he just clamps up. When his kid got in trouble at school the call would just ring and never be picked up. When a chore needed to be done he's not the one to ask he just let's things go till his partner decides enough is enough. There was no connect when it came to father hood.

The iidas

He's a helicopter parent to the extent that his children has no type of privacy. You think that your going to have your own phone with a password on it. Nope. You thought you where just going to get your own computer for Christmas. Nope he bought a family one just for that. This really just comes from his time a U.A. mainly from the time that his brother was hospitalized after stain. Iida just feels that if he had seen some sign or if his parents and him had paid attention more his brother would have never been in his current state. So he watches and "protects" his daughter like a hawk. He knows that his child has a bright future and them going out and doing something dumb could ruin it for the both of them. He doesn't want another situation like his brother.

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why he lied (midoriya)

Why he lied (midoriya) 

“I'm here live with the one and only deku at the pro hero award ceremony of the year” the news reporter had said loudly over the sounds of the crowd, loud fans, and other reporters all around the event. This event was one of the biggest awaited award ceremony of the year aside from the oscars but that could not hold a candle to what was going on. The event had been teased and talked about all month until the day finally came. But their was something missing from all the commotion that was going. As the other heroes and pros arrived they all had seemed to bring some type of plus one. kasuki  or better known as dynamite  brung his ‘loving’ wife and daughter. Shoto had come with his family and boyfriend which was big since the media had not seen endeavor since his retirement. Even sui asui had came to the awards with her look alike little sister. Everyone had someone but him.

“I see everyone's here with someone tonight deku, are you going to be going in with someone?” the amazed reporter shouted, pushing the microphone in his face. 

Sweating in his overly hot suit izuku pulled on his collar nervously for the camera. He knew the type of attention this would give him since his publicity team had told him about it. Looking at the clear lens be began to speak. “I may not be coming in with anyone, but by the night i will not be leaving alone” he had said with no sense of hesitancy in his voice. He lied and you saw it with your own eyes right on the T.V. 

You plopped your self onto the brown couch in your  shared dimly lit living room. You had just done getting done with your hair, which was a mess to get done on its own but you managed. Your boyfriend stood there right in front of your eyes lying to the whole world again. He had told you earlier that day as you where both getting ready that you would not be arriving with him that evening. Your face sunk in defeat when he told you this since you had spent all week trying to find the perfect matching outfit for the both of you. Laying there in you guys shared bed was complete agony as he stood in the mirror pulling up his tie. “Hopefully its not hot tonight” he had muttered to you as  midoriya turned around looking at his lover's sunken form. 

“Hey, why do you look so sad you can still come with me” he had said out in panic seeing you with a frown that adored you brown skin. 

“Really” he watched you lighten up with joy. He just couldn't take the sight of seeing you so sad especially by his own words. And to be honest  midoriya really did mean it when he had said that to you. But the world had different plans for him, when he had meant with his P.A team that day they made him change into a completely different outfit. It wasn't that much different the colors where off from yours but hey it could still work. He had asked for you, the now pro hero had known how much this coming out with your relationship  meant to you. 

“You wont be able to bring a plus one” his p.a  manger Jeffery had told him with a monotone voice as he rushed him into a limo. 

“Wait why not” the man had asked in a dazed voice as everything was going by so fast that he couldn't catch his breath. “Ill tell you later your about to be late” Jeffery yelled as he shut the dark door to the car. 

“And with the final award of the night we would like to give out the citizens award” the announcer called out as they were accompanied by president mic. “This award goes out to the hero who has saved the most lives while also gaining the trust and love of the citizens of are country” mic had said in an oddly calming voice as they both began to read out the nominations. While all of this was going on you where now moving around the apartment putting things up and cleaning. You should have done this much longer ago when your friends had told you to leave, having already packed a bag you went to grab your remote when the last award came on. 

“The nominees are deku, chargebolt, and lasty Grand” once all the names where out the crowd went silent. Not just the crowd or the room, the whole world stood still for what seemed like a second. “And the winner is….” the other annourser began. 

“Izuku   midoriya or better known as deku” president mic shouted as everyone lit up. midoriya  on his way up shook hands and took hugs. Once he had gotten to the podium he was about to give his speech when the green haired hero felt his phone go off in his pocket. Not noticing it at first izuku reached into his pocket to answer the violently vibrating idiom as the crowd laugh at his embarrassment answering his a quivering “hello”.  Nothing prepared him for the words that where coming out the other line. 

“I'm leaving izuku” you had said on the over line. 

“Wait babe lets talk about this” Not thinking the top hero had said it aloud as everyone gave a surprised gasp. While the camera filmed him marching off stage with his phone in hand frustrated still trying to call you. His calls kept going to voice mail though as he walked behind the big red curtains. 

Standing in the now single deks apartment to turned off the t.v and locked the door walking out. 

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Sad headcanons about the future mha kids pt1

The bakugous: 

Bakugou pushes his kids to make friends and everyday because at a young age he wasn't as interested in making friends with his pears which in tern messed up his relationships with other heroes. For his children it gets so annoying to the point that they try to force themselves to meet new people and talk to others. Which sadly ends them up in a lot of abusive and one sideded friendships that they cant control.  Along with this he made it a point to have multiple children (most likely 3 or 4) so that they can learn to grown up and take care of others like they would a sibling. It back fired a lot because his children A) don't like each other and can only work together when its needed. Because they where forced to always be around each other. And B) because they ended up having the mentality that everyone is like a brother or a sister and should be treated as such. When someone does not fit that mold for them they end up not being able to handle or talk to the person. 

The todorokis:

Shoto doesn't discipline his kid at all, not even verbally. He’s to afraid to be like his father that he just lets them do what ever they want. Which in theory would be no problem but when his son, yes he had just one kid he didn't want to be like his dad with how many children he had too. One day his son had come home from having a very bad day at school which really put him on edge. His father had gotten a phone call tell him that his son was being expelled from school for a fight on the bus and disrespecting his teachers. As his other father started to talk to him and reprimand him about what he had done he had made the mistake of putting his hand on his shoulder. Which caused the young todoroki to yell out in anger while he hit his father. Nothing was ever the same after that since shoto refused to talk to his son about it, while his other father demanded that they do something about their child. 

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out of sight W.I.P

Prompt: You lost your sight - along with everyone else on Earth - in The Great Blinding. Two years later, without warning, your sight returns. As you look around, you realize that every available wall, floor and surface has been painted with the same message - Don't Tell Them You Can See

I woke up as i usually did opening my eyes expecting nothing but darkness to appear all around me but this time it was different. Everywhere i could see there was signs saying “don't tell them you can see”. Who had painted theses and why where they there, for as long as i've know no one has come into my house or lived in the house before me so how did they get here.  The place i lived wasn't anything particular it was just a very big box with all white everywhere at least thats what i though it was. But instead there was something color all around me some i've never seen before.  While i was getting up and moving over to touch the walls where the dried cracked paint stayed i heard a crack in the floor boards. Retracting my had quickly i rushed to my bed in the center on the room. “Quilla are you up?” i heard my nanny call out.  I looked up to see her she was a lot taller than i had imagined, and pailer, she also had a very large head way different the what she had described herself to be.  It was very hard to stand completely still as she reached her long fingers out to touch my face. I almost cringed she was a complete terrier to behold. 

“Yeah im up nanny” i responded back with what i could feel was a smile. 

Nanny grind showing her large black hole of a mouth, with the tiny round teeth that it held. She or it moved back to turn around and stand in front of a brown night stand in the room. I gulped and blinked quickly as it poured something in my usual morning drink. It was pouring greyish blue dust into the drink with something clear. It mixed it with its long slender fingers. Nanny turned around, putting the drink on a small silver plate. Walking over to me grabbing my hands and putting it in them, “ thank you nanny i don't know what i would do without you here” i laughed out.  Holding the drink up to my mouth and sipping a little of it and placing it back on the plate.  

“Hey nanny could you tell me what you look like again” i asked with an raised eyebrow thinking what i was seeing was wrong and that wasn't the nanny i usually would talk to. The one that would hold me in her safe arms and tell me stories about the world around me and what i couldn't see.  “ oh silly you've already forgotten again” nanny asked as she slouched her way over to wear i was sitting in the bed as i turned my head acting as if i couldn't see where see was walking too. “Im on your other side dear” she had called out in that silky smooth voice. I i had not open my eyes this morning, scratch that if i had stayed blind i would never have seen that nanny that was on the other side of my bed. I would have never had to fake myself being blind just so that beast would gobble me up and spit me out. But i did and now im here sitting with the thing that i had almost feared most, hearing her sigh as i turned my head bitting the inner side of my cheek so that i didn't have a face of disgust apree on me i watched as nanny began to explain. “Im much older now from when you where born so im not what i used to look like.” she began to say as the thoughts ‘yeah right, if old age could do that to a person then i don't want to be old’ but i had to keep an open mind. I enfact have never seen a person before aside from my dreams and fantasies so if what she was telling me was a lie then it would confirm my suspicions. But if what she was telling me was the truth which i doubt then i would only be forced to belive her.

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vending machine (anisha x jason todd)

“ and that's why I think that Captain America was racist at some point at time” moisha had said with great confidence as she finally come to the end of her rant. Sighing finally moisha had looked at anisha who was now laying on her back looking up at the white ceiling of their shared door room. “So how does this have to deal with theory at all” she huffed out turing to look at the now deserted art text books. “This does have to do with theory, conspiracy theories” moisha had pointed out leaning back on her own bed. “ art theory, we where talking about art theory” anisha had pointed out.

“Well same difference…” moisha made sure to take a long pause in the middle “anyways are you hungry?”

“Yeah i could go for some snacks” anisha had agreed as she had gotten up beginning to look around their small door room for some money. “Where did the change pot that we started a couple weeks ago” anisha asked opening the last drawer to their cabinets. Finding a large glass jar with some change in it at the very bottom. Grabbing some lose change from the now near empty jar anisha turned back to her room mate. “So is their anything specific that you want” anisha asked as she looked at the mirror in the corner of the room seeing that she was wearing. It wasn't nothing much just some long pajama pants with a black tank top. Deciding that was nice enough anisha started on her venture out into the halls of one of gotham's nicer collages.

It wasn't like the ones in downtown gotham where they didn't even have working water or beds for that matter. And it wasn't quite like the once in upper gotham where all the preppy kids who shot joker gas for fun went to school at but it was nice. It was a hidden dime since not alot of people went there and also there weren't any large organized crime near by. Sometimes you would get your few criminals here and there but the worse they could do was hit you with a blunt object a couple of times. Nothing some self defense classes could fix, hitting the final end of the droming area anisha rounded the corner to the vending machines seeing the all of snacks that where displayed out to her.

Putting her choice on the bag of chips that where seated perfectly enough to have almost fallen anisha put in the four digit code.

But it didn't work

so she did it again

And again until it had finally dawned on her that it was stuck and couldn't be moved out. Growing out in frustration the girl had kicked the machine in frustration. “Well thats obviously not going to work sweet heart.” she had heard a voice come from behind her which came with a very odd demeanor. Turing around and taking a deep breath anisha had looked upon the man would started to talk to her.

“And you are?” she asked.

“Jason todd at your serves” the brod male had said with a large smirk on his face. As he walked over to the vending machine kicking the bottom corner. Which didn't help making the snack come down any faster. “ as you can tell i had already done that” anisha grumbled crossing her arms around her chest. Grabbing some change out of his pocket jason had put a some change in then placed the number of a candy bar right above the chips. It ended up falling but it had only gotten stuck just like the chips under it. As clear as day you could hear the complete disappointment throught out the room. “Did you really just but something else only for it to get stuck” anisha yelled out in astonishment as she looked tall man. With a shocked at confused face anisha turned back to the machine. She was not going to let this hunk of metal defeat her in her quest of getting snack.

Yeah that didn't go so well they where both down to the last dollar that they had an the odds weren't looking so good. Right now the pair had zero and the machine had a good 20 on them it was down to the both of themes very last chance. Jason slowly inserted the dollar, and carefully put in the code making sure he didn't mess like a few minutes before that. The last bag of cookies slowly unravel from the bar it was holding onto. Then…it...got stuck too, yes they both had been badly beaten by the one thing they had grown to despise together. Looking down jason growled in defeat as anisha bended down to grab the few things she could salvage from the bottom. “This was fun and all but i have to get these back to my dorm” anisha had said cutting the unspoken rule the both of them had set.

“Yeah I under stand” jason had agreed rubbing the back of his neck. “hey , that looks like a lot to carry do you need any help” he had asked. Jason didn't know why but from his short time hanging out with anisha he had grown to have this since of calmness from her that he couldn't quite understand why. Hoping that she would say yes the wonder boy waited. “Yeah of course my rooms just right down the hall”

As you could hear the soft laughs and small chatter walk into the distance a bag of pain chips fell down to the bottom of the vending machine.

The end….

(this is a request for a friend if you want me to make this an y/n fanfic please let me know, request still open)

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why they didn't stay

Why they didn't stayed (shinso) 

“Mr shinso your son has been sent to the office we would like you to come pick him up please” “Mrs shinso your son has been sent to the office we would like you to come pick him up please” 

When they both got the call all they both could do was just stand still in silence. Arriving at the school was something entirely different. The pair had arrived in different cars and that the lover of the pro hero had not been wearing their  wedding ring. 

“Its nice to finally meet you both” the principle had said. But before he could get the rest of the sentence out (y/n) had interrupted “Just call me (y/n) im not a shinso anymore sir” they had said as the principal reached out to shake the pairs hands. 

“And i bet your glad that happened aren't you” hitoshi had quipped back as all three of them began to sit down in their grown leather chairs. Looking at both of them mr. apple bottom had paused abit before had had went back to what he was saying. “So back to the matter at hand, yout son is being suspended because he had started a fight with another student”  mr. apple bottom had begun the conversion with. “Well what happened between him and the other student to make him act this way” (y/n) was the first to ask noticing that hitoshi was going to ask the same question before he was interrupted. 

“Well it had seem to first start out as an argument but then the other student had said something about parents and it caused your son to turn violent.” 

“Well then that means that the other kid had provoked him” the only legal shinso in the room had said feeling kinda glad that he had beat his former lover to the punch. Seeing the principles face turn white on the sides he opened his mouth to say something before he had stopped it again. Finally finding the words to tell the worried parents he began to talk them through what had happened. “Well sir your son had seemed to be bullying the kid and when he had finally had enough thats when they started arguing.” apple bottom told them as they looked at each other before looking back at the man. 

“We must be talking about a different child here because my son would never bully another child” hitoshis ex lover had blurted out while the man in question put his face in his hand. “Well the altercation was caught on camera and it shows your son bullying him and other children through out his time at the school” the principle had answered the question he was asked. “Well what about what the kid had said about us to are son” shinso asked while he removed his hands as she looked up at the man. Just hoping that it didn't get worse, pleading that his son was not the monster he had imagined. 

“Well when asked your son had said that it was because the boy had said that he was glad his parents where still together ” the principal answered again. 

“Okay we can work with that” hitoshi had muttered to himself just low enough so that no one else in the room could hear. 

“But, when we asked the boy he had said that he just felt bad about his parents being split up”. The room went quite and with every passing moment the room grew quieter and quieter till nether one of them could take it anymore. Getting up (y/n) had begun to walk out of the room with no word of warning what they where going to do next. “Im sorry but where done here” was all that was said by the other unhappy pair. Walking out into the hallway where the boy in question was sitting as he looked at his phone (y/n) shuffled over to him. Grabbing the boy's shoulder (y/n) began to walk towards the parking lot with the boy. 

“Hey where the hell are you going” shinso had said to his ex. 

“Im taking him home so that we can talk about what happened” they replied back. 

“No hes not, it will only make it worse he need to see a professional” he had argued back as they stood in the main hallway near the exit. 

“Im not taking him back over there, so that bitch can mess up my son even more” 

“Well you don't have a choice the court said hes not allowed to be there on weekdays” 

“Well thats all about to change once i call my lawyer” 

“Oh yeah the one that you stole, just like my money and dignity” 

“You lost that when you decided to cheat on me with your secretary” 

The twos son couldn't contain the embarrassment that he had seeing as his parents where yelling at each other in the middle of his school and he couldn't do anything about it. Thats why they didn't stay not even for there own child could they hold it together. He hated that no matter where all three went together there would always be a big show and the boy couldnt take it anymore. Thats why he had decided to lash out on that boy because they didn't stay not even for him. 

[just-some-jam]

why they stayed.

Why they stayed (bakugo)

Screaming matches could be heard from down the hall tonight. The pair didn't waste anytime letting out their aggressions. The anger that had been building up all day finally took it's toll on (y/n) and bakugou. Back when the pair was younger it wouldn't take long for them to pop a fuse. As both of them grew older time started setting in lessening the pair's fuses. But once you light the match it was bound before you got burned.

It would start over trivial things. Like why weren't the dishes washed when bakugou would get home. Or why that the one day (y/n) forgot her keys and her husband decided to move the safety key. Things that an  everyday married couple would go through and make it out of. But this day wasn't like any other day. This day wasn't the usual silent agony and quiet remarks that there always was .

Once (y/n) had arrived home the atmosphere in their home was different. Not only that but her ' beloved husband' was standing at their bedroom door. Walking past him trying to make her way towards the bed (y/n) felt as if there was an unspoken rule that she had somehow broken. Not wanting to deal with it though the brown skinned female walked to her sadly shared bathroom.

" Your home early". (Y/n) had said out loud enough for the ash blonde male to hear.

" made it back just in time to see you". He called, making sure to leave all the love out of his voice once he made the remark. Rolling her eyes at this (y/n) went on with her business taking off the constricting clothes that bounded the poor girl from the chance to breathe. Feeling hands slither behind her (y/n) knew what was going to happen. Another loveless love making session when all she wanted to do was sleep. " I missed you". The gruff voice of her husband called out into her ear as she tore off the buttons to the poor white shirt that was less fortunate of being put on. Staying quiet as he continued to whisper what any other women would call sweet nothings into her ear. Feeling his rough  hands help slide down the shirt that was once worn, off of her body next kicking of the office pants she had on. (y/n) wasted no time walking towards her king size bed plopping down onto its surface. "I'm tired, leave me alone". She announced to him not wanting anything to carry on any further.

" what's wrong with you now". Bakugo growled out through his teeth as he carried his big feet over to his side of the bed. " I don't know how about the fact my husband doesn't want to have a decent conversation with me". She snapped back while raising her head up from the silky covers that bakugou hated so much but only got them so that his wife would stop bitching to him about it.

" see this is the shit I'm always talking about, you always have to start something".

" I would never have been like this if you had only just listen to me".

"oh fuck you, don't do this again".

Voices getting louder and louder with each insult that they spit at each other. Most people would have thought that they were perfect. The complete and utter description of a perfect power couple. But for the ones who had the sad honor of actually knowing them knew the sad truth. That they were a powder cake about to explode at any moment. The side glances at galas, the painfully obvious fake smiles were all a facade that the pair had put on. But I know what you're asking.

" If they were so miserable, why did they stay together?". And for that there was only one answer.

" why can't you be more like midoriya he actually loves his wife". (Y/n) yelled stomping out of there room like a child. Seeing this bakugou wasn't hesitate to follow. " Would you stop comparing me to that useless wanna be". He snapped back not being able to bite back his rage much longer. " you wanna try making me you sad sack of a hero". And that's when it happened bakugou grabbing the girl by her wrist holding her so that she wouldn't get away.

" mommy, daddy what's going". Widening their eyes looking past one another to peer down the hallway seeing a young girl holding her favorite blanket close. And that's why they stayed for her. They did it all for her. Before everything started to crumple they had a stunning family that not even the strongest villain could break. But now it was just a crumbling mess that she was the glue to. Holding it all together just for her.

" go back to bed daddy was just helping mommy fix her hand". He hated lying to her it was the worst thing bakugou could go through but he didn't want her to know what was going on. " Your so silly daddy". The dark proselen girl laughed out while her mother couldn't bare looking at him with a straight face, tears glissing (y/n) skin. As she tried to hold it together for her. " Yeah silly daddy". She choked out with pain in her voice. 

“Yeah I'm so silly” katsuki had wined with just as much pain in his voice.