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just-some-jam · 14 days ago

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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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ace-of-fairytail · 2 years ago

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(Definitely spelling errors, try and work with me…)

Minerzajane,

I love how Mirajane and Minerva’s stories parallel eachother so well. It doesn’t seem intentional to be honest, but it’s done well.

They’re switching personalities every stage of their life, even Mirajanes satan souls and Neo Minerva. I feel like they’d have a different type of understanding of each other even though they’re in different steps of their healing journey.

Young Mirajane would’ve envied Minerva, going to see all the grand magic games matches, young Minerva would’ve looked up to Mirajane indefinitely. Not to mention how the two would’ve interacted the other way around, Minerva showing Mirajane her demon markings and hands to Mirajane who was insecure about hers. Mirajane doing Minerva’s hairs and basically being the only positive role model around her.

Plus the Erza rivalry, I always think about what type of kid a character was, and weather they’d be team Mirajane or team Erza. Minerva definitely would’ve been team Mira even though they were so different. I don’t even think she would’ve disliked Erza, actually they probably would’ve been good friends. I just don’t think young Minerva could’ve hated anyone yet.

They’re so cute, no interactions tho…?

Minerva is an amazing cook, while Mirajanes an amazing baker. Every week Minerva tries to create a new dish, and Mirajane will bake treats in case it turned out shit. Because of the towers of heaven, Erza’s eating habits will be forever fucked, but whenever she finds something she likes she can eat it over and over.

She had trouble trying Mirajanes baking for the first time when they were younger but she fell in love with the strawberry cheese cake she made, just like she had trouble trying Minerva’s cooking. But now she won’t eat food from anyone else, Minerva’s not mad at it but she doesn’t cook everyday, so she kind of feels bad.

There’s not much conflict in this house but shit just keeps on disappearing, everyone freaks out.

Minerva has a motorcycle, and she handy asf when it comes to anything that runs off an engine. If they ever had kids, she’d build a motorcycle with them, like her mom did with her. (I like to believe her mom was a mechanic, and spent a lot of time with Minerva before she passed)

Minerva gets upset because they’re so social, Erza litterally knows everyone to walk the planter earth, Mirajane is so close with everyone she meets it gets bothersome. Minerva sticks to her group, while a bunch of people always want to be around her gfs.

Mirajane and Erza really got close to her group, Sting and rogue got really close with Erza after the grand magic games because they were never good at holding a grudge. And yukino and Mirajane just keep getting closer and closer, it’s weird for her because she doesn’t know when any of them met.

Mirajane works at the guild so it’s extremely rare for her to go on quests. While Erza and Minerva are always out, to everyone else it seems like the don’t spend much time together but Minerva just doesn’t go to the guild after a quest and Erza will go to the guild long after she finishes a quest. Only team natsu will know when they’re all back in magnolia because they’re on the missions with Erza.

Minerva eventually grows to love Natsu like sting and rogue after watching him and Erza jump from topic to topic in the span of 20 minutes. They’ll talk about their hyper fixations all day, Erza almost never stops smiling, they’re in the own world when there together, Minerva likes to listen to them while doing any activity, she just zones out and it feels like less of a chore.

Whenever they realize they can be doing things while they talk they’ll get up and take over the cleaning and laundry and such. They’re very productive if no one interrupts them, if they’re not lost in conversation they lose every ounce of productivity.

Demons and dragons aren’t even supposed to get along because there were just differences between the two, but demons and dragons alike will chew on ice, dragons while teething, and demons to relive stress.

Dragons don’t realize they’re being messy because they’re can task a lot of things at once. They’re multitasking but their brains can remember things reguardless of how organized it is so most don’t waste time organizing, Mirajane is always right behind Erza picking up things as their put down. She doesnt mind, she just moves on auto pilot, she’s used to cleaning up after the guild and her two younger siblings. It’s actually a demon thing, she only noticed when she saw Minerva and grey do it.

Demons feel more comfortable when everything mimics the way it is in their mind. If they can’t envision where it’s supposed to be they might just throw it away on impulse. Usually when it happens Mirajane gives it to Lisa a or yukino depending on if she thinks she’ll ever want it back. It’s a good thing to have because it keeps their house clean, but if you envision things in weird places then it can ruin your house.

Sometimes Irene stops by? It’s weird because of everything that happened but her and Erza will just talk casually as if their old friends. She mostly comes if Erza and Wendy are both there, sometimes she’ll even bring heine and Juliette everyone else thinks it’s weird but they don’t really mind. Wendy was 100 percent convinced she was dead… (rip Irene)

Canvia

I’ve considered all kinds of Cana ships, but this is low key my favorite. Like Juvia throwing herself into greeds enchantments in front of Cana when she first joined the guild to “prove” herself. I feel like Cana is the same kind of person and plays it off through humor, and drinking.

Like that one episode where Lucy finds Cana passed out in the snow, and they have a really deep moment, then after the grand magic games it’s all fine again because guildarts wants to be a father.

Nope, Cana was one of the first to join the guild, she’s just always been there. Is her mother dead? Did she have any siblings? Who brought her to fairy tail? Howd she know her father was apart of fairy tail, and why’d she leave everything to be in the same guild as a man who doesn’t even know of her existence?

Mirajane mostly looked after her even since they were kids I feel like Cana would look after the younger Strauss siblings because she appreciated those times. I think Juvia would be the one of the only ones to notice how separated Cana feels for the guild.

They’d definitely live in a cozy one bedroom, one bathroom house near the guild. Juvia would have a bunch of plants and Cana would probably have a bird or something. Juvias not so good at taking care of things but camas is amazing at task management (nobody else in the guild knows this).

Grey visits a lot but natsu wasn’t allowed in from the jump because fire, plants, and animals don’t mix, and he’ll come and eat all their food. Erza’s not invited because she has a sweet tooth and Juvia will always bake if asked, Erza doesn’t stop asking.

There’s always a Strauss over, I feel like Mirajane Lisanna and elfman argue a lot, surprisingly. So lisanna of elfman are always sleeping on their couch, Mirajane hates it because she’d rather leave the house when their arguing. Low key Lisanna and elfman do it to piss her off and make her stop being mad faster. Plus they don’t even live with Mirajane anymore, they just have a house that they pay for just in case.

Evergreen visits a lot, and Cana and Juvia often babysit Aska for extra money here and there, because they hate being away from eachother for a long time and the lower class mission only pay so much.

+ Juvia helping Cana sober up. Just think about it…

(Cana x Lucy x Juvia x Lisanna)

I’m coming out of my budget a little here, but consider it. It’s mostly a ship that works all ways but they’re gfs. Lucy and Lisanna living together in a little flat near a bunch of antique shops so Lucy can pick up magic items and such as soon as they arrive, and Lisanna being close to a bunch of clothing shops because that’s what she gifts everyone on their birthdays, plus she likes to pick up small gifts of her guild mates and girlfriends.

They’re pretty far from the guild so they sleep at Cana and Juvias house most of the time, all of them cuddle up in a large bed, they don’t change sleeping order at all. Thayve made the perfect sleeping arrangement in order to garentee the most amount of sleep for each of them. Lucy made the sleeping order because she had to make one for team natsu too (idea by @mousecracker ) it would be prefect if they didn’t keep eachother up all night playing games. They usually decide if they’re not sleep by 3 am then they just get up and start their day.

Elfman usually asks if Lisanna and Lucy are staying with them when he’s mad at Mira and lis. They all hate when there is 6 people in the house, it’s one too many. There’s the four of them + one guest. No more. Because it gets too loud,

but they’re the same ones who start their day at 3 am, first thing they do is cook and clean. Sizzling pans, blenders, vacuums all on at the same time. And they all have to eat at the same time, so best believe you’re gonna hear ruckus at very orchestrated times during the day.

Lucy and Lisanna only go over to Cana and Juvias house because they have a lot of plants to take care of, Cana and juvia have to be very detailed with quests so they’re not gone from the plants for too long, and Lisanna was the one who named their pet bird. She names everything, his names Phoenix because he’s red and orange. Cana wouldn’t let her name the bird at first because she named happy. But when Cana and juvia are on missions, Lucy and Ali’s take phoenix’s to their house and water the plants every other day.

Happy is allowed to stay at Lucy and lisannas house but not Cana and Juvia, because anywhere Happy goes, natsu follows. Natsu allowed to stay at Lisanna and Lucy’s house all the time unless their not there, they lock their windows all the time. Camas house has a patio and they always open the window that the flowers are near and let the sunlight in.

Soltear (sorano x ultear)

Ultear said if they’re gonna tell yukino that their dating they have to tell grey right after because he’s like a baby brother to her. Lyon finds out years after they’re married when he walks into their apartment and sees wedding photos, (greys in them). He always thought when they were talking about their house, they meant they were roommates. He’s painfully oblivious, No one lets him in on these things.

When they move into an apartment Yukino, lector, and sting are always there, they aren’t dating or anything. They come over and talk about all the drama going on in the guild, far away from the guild, because rogue hates gossip. They’re always sitting on the kitchen counters talking about it and Ultear usually instigates it. Yukino really grows to love ultear, most people thought they wouldn’t get along much but it wasn’t true.

The most random interactions happen at the soltear house because you’ll walk in and see sting and jellal casually conversations like they’ve met before. All the exceed will be there sometimes, it’s like their meeting place.

Natsu would rather Ultear teach him transformation magic instead of Mirajane because ultear shows him how to transform into old creepy men, and Mirajane shows him the basics. So he knows how to transform into old creepy men but it doesn’t help him on missions because he can’t transform into anything else.

Ultear tells grey that if anyone should’ve replaced her it should’ve been him, he jokes that Ur would slap him for saying that, which she already did (ultear knows that)

Sorano is definitely a hoarder, yukino often comes around insults her on the fact, even though she comes and grocery shops in their house. “Wait is this the grand magic games prize from the magic council from 5 years ago?” *takes*

Yukino collects everything, she’s not really a hoarder because she often uses the things that she gets ahold of but she’ll have a vast collection of random collections that don’t mean anything to anyone else but she’d die for it. They rarely increase in value and anytime they do Minerva suggest she sells it, it pisses her off.

And Yukino and Sorano have split contracts with their keys meaning they can just give it to one another and use them as is. Yukino would kill Sorano if any of her keys get broken so Sorano does a lot less borrowing.

Ultear always calls Sorano angel unless she’s mad at her, then she just calls her by her name. If Sorano really wanted to piss ultear off she’d argue with her over something stupid, then when ultear give up, she says never mind. Ultear tries not to get roped into it but fails, every time it pisses her off so much.

She hates the word never mind in general, if you tell her something and she can’t hear then you say never mind it pisses her off. No one knows why, it’s because Ur was a young mom and didn’t know mental gymnastics would have a long lasting effect on children.

Greytsu (grey x natsu)

Grey doesn’t know how his name is spelled and he goes back and forth between grey and gray. It always comes back to brute him on legal paperwork and account logins. Natsu is his password for everything, Erza can litterally guess all of his passwords, sometimes he’ll have sticky notes laying around with his password and username because he can’t remember. He has too many and they’re all so similar.

They have two matresses pushed together because their body temperatures ruin each others sleep. When it gets to being too much, natsu will drag his bed away from greys. They both have body pillows for when they have to sleep separately.

Neither of them can cook so Natsu will always try to go get pick up but grey usually drags him over to Lucy and Lisannas to pick up whatever they’ve put together. Natsu hates it because usually it’s just what they didn’t end up eating so he never feels full.

Whenever natsus really mad at grey he walked up and turns the air condition all the way up at 3 am, grey turns it all the way down when he wakes up and it’s a never ending war until they forget about it. Happy usually stays with Lucy and Lis during their temperature wars.

They still argue in the guild all the time, when Cana says they argue like a married couple it still sets them off, but they have no response because Cana, juvia, Lucy, and lisanna are perfect for eachother.

Erza always pops up at their house at random times, they’ll be freshly waking up as she walks in to get something. They don’t know how she gets in but natsus doesn’t even care to ask, they store food at Erza, Mira, and Minerva’s so he’ll pop up when ever to get food too.

Minerva gets annoyed whenever she sees either of them in her kitchen, it bothers her so much. But it’s fine whenever sting and rogue randomly pop up. The Minerzajane house is the meeting sport for dragon slayers, mostly because it’s big but also because it’s betrayal ground. Even Erik pops up. The exceeds aren’t allowed, except Carla and lily. Carla will come to get away from the other exceeds half the time, while lily just enjoys being around the dragon slayers.

Actually lily pops up the most, he won’t admit it but he’s trying to get off of “levy duty” because levy is heavily pregnant and Gajeel freaks out and doesn’t know what to do, so panther lily has to help out. Actually Levy’s often invited to the dragon slayer meetings, everyone enjoys her being there. Everyone’s always upset that their so can’t come so sting and rogue make fun of them.

Wendy invites sherria when she wants, who’s gonna tell her other wise? It’s her big sisters house. Greys upset he’s not allowed to attend, sometimes it sounds like he’s the only significant other that’s not invited. He’s allowed to come any other time, just not the dragon slayer meeting, reasons because he’s not close to a dragon slayer like sherria and he’s not pregnant.

He invites Mirajane, and Cana and deinvites natsu to be petty. So natsu invites Erza and levy over too. It’s because they were team Erza and team mirajane as children. Cana and levy weren’t really apart of the rivalry at all. They were great friends. (+levy being the oldest and shortest head cannon)

Greytsu uses their insults as pet names.

Shendy (sherria x wendy)

They bought an apartment together when Wendy was 15 and sherria was 16, everyone was against it even Carla, but Erza gave them the thumbs up so they did it anyway. They don’t even stay in the same city so it’s mostly Wendy’s house while sherria visits, and stays there when she’s in magnolia since neither want to leave there guild.

They bought it in magnolia because everyone in fairy tail was starting to move in together and wendy didn’t want to third wheel anyone’s relationships, and because sherria has a room in the lamia scale guild while fairy tail hills doesn’t let you have anyone in your room past a certain time. And you could only sleep there if you’re apart of the fairytail guild.

Lyon is often in their apartment because he’s scared they’re doing bad stuff, slowly the numbers stack up one by one until a bunch of people are making sure there not doing bad stuff and Erza has to drag them all out.

The only reason that they ended up being allowed to get the apartment was because they got a two bedroom. Wendy and sherria sleep in one while Carla takes the other.

Carla was worried that Wendy wasn’t gonna be able to keep up with rent but she does and has a lot of extra money so she’ll go with lisanna to buy clothes and gifts.

Wendy had a hammock hanging up in her and sherrias bedroom so it looks like Carla sleeps in there, in all honesty Carla hates hammocks, so she’s glad she had her own room and bed. Sherria just keeps the stuff she leaves in the apartment in Carla’s room. It’s the perfect cover up, all they wanna do it cuddle.

Sherria has trouble sleeping at night so Wendy tells her about all the stuff her team gets into on missions, and even after sherria falls asleep wendy will continue talking until she can hear jar breathing slow down so she knows that she’s sleep.

Even though everyone’s worried about them do stuff now that they have an apartment, they often laugh about how they started dating and kissing while they were in lamia scale and no one knew.

Sherria always asks team natsu what she should get Wendy for a gift, while Wendy always asks sherry since they’ve always been close, she never asks Lyon because he freaks out and goes overboard with possibilities. But he’s really good with decorations so she asks him and Mira when sherrias birthday rolls around.

Sherria doesn’t like pink, Wendy’s a little off put by it but she doesn’t say anything. Her favorite colors are pink and white, sherria says that those colors are too bright.

Wendy asks Gajeel for relationship advice, he seemingly got the furthest and levy and sherria are a lot alike. Everyone thinks she’s praying for her downfall but usually levy gives her some tips, She and sherria are never on bad terms so she just asks Gajeel about small gestures he does for levy, often it’s good advice. Other times he tells her to make extreme declarations of love, she knows what to ignore.

Sherria found out that Wendy’s favorite jolly ranchers were blue, so she told her she didn’t like the blue ones so wendybhapily collects them out of the bag. Sherria doesn’t mind living without blue jolly ranchers while she’s in magnolia.

Whenever wendy is holding too many bags to carry Carla, sherria will take most of the bags because she knows they feel most comfortable with each other. Sherria buy wendy sweets all the time because she knows she’s a sweet tooth.

They’ll sit in the living room on the floor with a bunch of candies on the table, while they watch a movie. Carla often joins them staying up past 3 am

( + they definitely have a fireplace and mounted tv)

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