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acnologias-ass · 1 year ago
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Gray meeting Edo Greige ❄️
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zqttixx · 4 months ago
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fairy tail as twitter users p2 bc my versions of them are plaguing my brain this is basically my au 💯
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celestialulu · 1 year ago
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I’m still really peeved that 100yq didn’t show the jealous Natsu :(
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teleiapotami · 1 year ago
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Excerpt from "She Was Always Yours"
Ships: Gray/Lucy + Natsu/Lucy + Gray/Juvia
Total Word Count: 7,226
Rated Mature: Sexual themes, Toxic Relationship themes, Implied Cheating.
Summary: Gray, Natsu, and Lucy have dealt with the Avatar cult, and destroyed the battle god. Taking advantage of the rescued city's hospitality, now they begin navigating a complicated relationship dynamic after a year of not seeing one another.
AUTHOR"S NOTE: This story contains references to cheating and other toxic relationship themes. If you don't like that kind of thing, feel free to move on. I wrote this for fun because it wouldn't get out of my head, and the whole guild constantly references Lucy being Gray's mistress.
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The best part about being in a hotel with just Lucy was that it was completely by accident. Lucy and Gray had been off helping Levy and Gajeel with paperwork and giving testimony respectively. It wasn’t like they were always trying to be alone together, but throughout the years at Fairy Tail, and even now it seemed like fate continually pushed them at each other. Neither felt a need to try to define or share what went on between them. They were simply content to come together whenever circumstances allowed.
Which was exactly how and why Gray found himself stepping into Lucy’s room after his shower. She had wordlessly slipped her key into his hand after opening her door. Gray enjoyed this game of secrecy they played together. Neither actually had a partner that they could be cheating on, but there were still other hearts on the line should their interactions be discovered. Particularly the heart of one water mage. Natsu might care, but it wouldn’t stop him from sweeping Lucy off her feet to be with him alone once he was ready.
He closed the door behind him quietly and locked it. The shower was running, and he could hear Lucy talking to herself. She often told stories to the air when she was alone. It was a quirk that he didn’t think anyone else had discovered and he treasured it as his own piece of her. He loved listening to her build worlds and weave together relationships with only the images her mind came up with. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his coat, laying it over the back of a chair.  He crossed the room to the window and tugged the curtains closed, just as he heard the water turn off and Lucy let out a contented sigh.
Crossing the room again in three long steps he sat down on the couch across from the bathroom door. It opened and she stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, wringing water out of her hair with another. Her eyes were closed at the moment, and Gray appreciated the chance to admire her openly. Her long slender legs were perfectly toned and creamy. Not a mark marred the smooth flesh. Now that her hair was loose he could see how much longer it had gotten. It fell in dark golden tangles from her tilted head, heavy from the water it still held. The skin of her shoulders was pink from the heat of the water, and he marveled at how lovely she looked when she was flushed like that. A memory of her flushed and writhing beneath him flashed through his mind and he smiled, wondering if he’d get to relive that tonight.
“You’re overdressed, for once,” she teased. He drew himself out of the memory to find her watching him with a smile. The warmth in her honey-chocolate eyes made his stomach flip. God damn, I missed you.
“I didn’t want to steal the spotlight. You look so much better naked than I do,” he grinned. She rolled her eyes and turned to the closet where she had stashed her bag. “That’s debatable and you know it” she called out.
He rose from the couch and followed her slowly. He watched as she pulled on a pair of plain pink panties, followed by tight black shorts. Gray groaned softly. Lucy was known for her taste in lacy panties, but he so loved the plain ones. Juvia was always trying to get him to tell her which lacy or strappy piece of clothing he liked best. There was just something about Lucy’s round ass encased in simple, soft pink cotton that made her seem….innocent, even though he knew her much better.
Find the rest of this story and more of my works on AO3!
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anti-gruvia-blog · 1 month ago
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If Gruvia becomes canon, it would send a terrible message to real-life victims of stalking and abuse. It implies that Juvia's behavior is acceptable and romantic, when in reality, her actions are a clear example of emotional manipulation, gaslighting, and control.
Not to mention, it reinforces the harmful stereotype that stalking and obsession are signs of true love when in fact they are clear indicators of an unhealthy relationship.
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gruviasama · 2 years ago
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Gruvia Week Day 5 - Temptation   ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙    ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
Summary: She was an angel, and he was a demon; their story started in the Garden of Eden.
Rating: T (Implied smut)
Genre: Fantasy and Romance
Day 5: Temptation - Gruvia Week | Fanfiction ♡ @gruviaweek​
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When Juvia first saw him, she was resting in a full-grown white oak tree on the outskirts of the Garden of Eden, a shared land between Gods and Monsters that allowed them to walk freely amongst each other. His icy aura filled the air of the flowery path as he stepped toward the open field, creeping closer to the lake's edges. Juvia winced as she watched with every step he took; the lively green grass turned crisp and faded yellow, leaving a trail of his deathly presence in his wake. 
A demon, she quickly noted mentally as she continued to watch him carefully and eerily as his cold nature sent intimidating shivers down her spine. The once fresh spring day dropped sharply in temperature, yet he stood shirtless and unbothered by nature around him. She couldn’t keep her eyes from trailing his muscular form, yet it was less of his body that her eyes sought and more of the dark kiss of the devil that covered half his skin and up along the side of his face. The mark was not common, but Juvia recognized it as a sign of a demon. 
"Are you going to come down or continue to watch me from up there?" Juvia gasped as the sound of his husky voice flooded her senses. She had always heard that demons had heightened hearing abilities, but she didn't realize his ears were keen enough to detect her, even with her lack of movement. 
Juvia felt a lump form in her stomach as she considered her options. As an angel, she was more than capable of defending herself, but the power radiating from this particular demon neither felt harmful nor welcoming. With much hesitation, Juvia carefully came down from the safety of the covered branches and stepped in front of the man. 
"An angel…" his deep voice said in an amused tone as he sat on the bounder near the shore. 
Juvia uncomfortably shifted under his gaze as he unashamedly let his eyes roam every inch of her body. Though her modest white dress covered her protectively, that did little to shelter her from his lustful gaze. As an angel, it was easy to catch any sin, big or small. 
"A demon." She replied calmly, not letting herself fall into his intimidation.
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fairytail-whathesays · 3 months ago
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Being a Lucy fan feels like a crime at times. Can't like Lucy without literally the fandom does for her involving Natsu. What is it with people not letting this lady have independence. Like compared to the Gray and Juvia matter, it feels like people don't believe Lucy exists without Natsu superglued to her side.
Are you implying that Juvia fans (aka Gruvia fans) think Juvia or Gray are capable of existing independently? Cuz baby they do not.
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fairydares · 2 years ago
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fuck it, new fic. let's do this.
(there's a 'keep reading' line so don't worry, this isn't too long.)
Title: Chasing Tails (AO3 Link) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Rating: E (Explicit) because I'm almost positive there will be eventual smut. I'll be clearer about this as I actually decide what I'm going to write lol. Overarching Warning for Graphic Depictions of Violence.
Categories: 2nd gen fic; adventure, humor, romance, fluff, and angst in approximately that order. i guess.
Pairings: Nalu, Gruvia, Gajevy, Jerza, Miraxus+Fried (don't know what that ship's called sorry), Chendy, Sting/Yukino, Baccana-- next gen has pairings, too, but I don't want to reveal those yet.
Tags/TW's: The first chapter contains UFC/MMA-esque violence as well as some implied street violence. There may be more TW's I need to add later, but I honestly haven't written the whole story or decided everything, so that's all I can give you for now. I'll do my best to tag appropriately as I go.
Summary: It’s been almost 12 years since 17-year-old Layla O'Neil was found living alone on the streets and put in foster care, and she likes to think she’s done a pretty good job of forgetting the past. She doesn’t remember her birth family, the name “Nashi [*1] Dragneel,” or where she heard the absurd stories she told the police who found her. Stories about Wizard Guilds, flying cats, and–most cringey of all–her self-proclaimed status as a “Fire Dragon Slayer.”
But the past becomes pretty impossible to ignore when it confronts her in the form of some middle-aged, pink-haired stalker who won’t stop calling her the ridiculous name she’d nearly forgotten, and trying to convince her to come back to “Fairy Tale.”
Oh, and claiming to be her dad.
Like Layla doesn’t have enough problems! The last thing she needs is some delusional freak following around. Especially one who’s starting to make her want to take his hand…
Yep, this is a Second Gen (and therefore post-canon) fic. The idea took root and just would not let go. I’ll warn you ahead of time that the premise is somewhat dark. That said, I’m the kind of writer who likes (and tries to write) stories with sad beginnings, hopeful middles, and triumphant ends. I don't want to give too much away, but you shouldn't expect major character deaths or anything like that, though their may be some forms of lightly implied abuse.
Feel free to reblog, make your own additions with commentary, whatever. I'm quite lax with stuff like that. Hope this was comprehensive enough, and that you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Dragon-Slaying Aliens
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“That’s correct…a world that exists independently from the one we know. And, unfortunately, a world that’s begun losing its Magic…unlike here, in Edolas, Magic is a finite resource. Without limits on its use, it will one day disappear forever.” -from Episode 78, “Edolas”, (English dub, ~00:09), Carla’s line [*1]
------------------------------------------------------------------------------To say this mission had gone sideways was a big-ass understatement, and even Natsu had to admit it. 
It had started well enough. A relatively small mission. Not even S-Class! Puny wannabe Dark Guilds like the one Shirotsume needed dealt with–what was it called? Bony Jewel or something? Anyways, they were a dime a dozen, these days. Hell, Natsu was pretty sure he and Happy took out, like, a billion of them in the past seven years by pure accident. So how the hell was he supposed to know that this time, he’d get blasted to another world–one even Team Natsu hadn’t wound up in? 
And he was positive they’d never been here. He may have had a bad memory (something he’d begrudgingly been forced to actively acknowledge as he grew into a man) but he was sure he’d have remembered somewhere that made him feel this bad. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t use his Magic. If it had just been that, this might have been fun. Hell, a lot of the worlds Team Natsu had visited–even Edolas–had been fun.
This one sucked. 
If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought he’d been transported to the future–one where FACE had been activated and all the Magic had been dissipated. Because it had felt, truly, like all the Magic was being sucked out of him. When he’d woken up on the forest floor, he’d felt as if he was dying. His lungs had burned with each breath (and not in the good way). His limbs had felt like lead when he tried to rise. 
He’d quickly realized that couldn’t be the case, though. Even if the Dragons hadn’t destroyed FACE, if all the Magic had been sucked from Earthland he’d have Magical Deficiency Syndrome. He’d either be down or in forced into his END form. 
He’d wandered around the small forest he’d woken up in alone, trying to focus through the stink and noise he was only capable of perceiving through what felt like about a hundred layers of thick blanket, and calling for his best friend as long as he could. It hadn’t been long before he gave up and left; Happy had never shouted back (something he considered fortunate, at this point; hopefully Happy was back in Earthland) his stomach was trying to eat itself, it was dark–and, worst of all–he still couldn’t use his Magic. At all.
Actually, scratch that: the absolute worst part was when a glance at his (as usual) bare shoulder showed him that his guild mark had vanished. It was just gone. So was his scarf, and so was his Mini Communication Lacrima. Obviously, his guild mark and scarf were bigger deals personally, but the Mini Comm was a bigger loss in immediate, practical terms. After That Day, seven years ago, Laxus–now Fairy Tail’s Master–had started putting Navigation Enchantments on everyone’s Comms so that anyone who went missing could be traced. There was a 3D map of Earthland and Edolas visually tracking everyone’s movements in the Master’s Office. It could even find them in Edolas. 
Now, Natsu’s was nowhere to be found. No one would be able to find him, wherever he was, and any hopes of contacting them were obviously dead in the water, too. 
He was gonna have to find his own way back, somehow. He only prayed his scarf was somehow back in Earthland, and that Happy had grabbed it for him. 
As he hobbled down the weird, too-neat walkway he’d found, he had to believe that whatever was preventing him from using his Magic was what kept him from sensing anything beyond the general–the stink, the sound, the pain, the hunger. Normally, with his better-than-normal resilience and enhanced strength, his pain would have mostly taken care of itself by now. Usually, making himself move helped. Now, it seemed to be making things worse. 
After finding the pathway, he’d kept shouting for his little buddy a whole bunch of times, but all he’d gotten were several loud verbal confrontations and one physical one. He’d expected to beat the massive brute towering next to the smaller woman beside him–and he had. But it hadn’t been as easy as he’d expected. His movements had been slower than normal. His limbs had felt like lead. His strength had been lesser. Every time he tried to call up his Magic, a wave of dizziness and lethargy had overcome him. It was like he’d feel the rushing up inside of him only to sputter to coldness at the last second; he hadn’t seen so much as a spark since he’d woken up. 
In the end, it was only experience and determination which had allowed him to level the much larger man, and hard-earned wisdom which had seen him running from the screeching woman and the gun-wielding, uniform-wearing soldiers her screeching had drawn. Yet the punch he’d taken to the nose had made it bleed and the kick to the thigh had made him limp. 
It wasn’t just that his Dragon senses had vanished, making him woozy, making it difficult to stand and excruciating to move. His strength was gone as well. Not even sealstone would have weakened him this much.
He’d wandered, now, for what felt like several hours. The number of Magical Vehicles around were astounding–astounding, and nauseating; just looking at them made Natsu want to vomit. The one good part of having an empty stomach was that he had nothing to give up. He meandered in a stupor, through unbelievably thick crowds, dodging Magic Vehicles and their honking, and glaring down anyone who yelled at him for not understanding something, occasionally barking back to scare them off.
He’d never been so disoriented, and the worst part was that deep down, he knew that there was no one to blame but himself. 
Lucy and Happy had asked him, point-blank, if the Quest he’d chosen had anything to do with his search for their long-lost daughter and kitten. 
It had. Of course it had. 
However, Natsu had denied it. Because if he hadn’t, he and Happy wouldn’t have been able to leave right then. Lucy would have forced him to bring someone else along; she was busy taking care of their son, Luke; the Perve-sicle was already out on his own mission/search for Juvia, and Erza was away, which meant he’d have had to ask someone outside Team Natsu. 
No thanks, he’d decided, covering up the fine print on the mission request with his fingers before holding it up to Lucy’s nose. 
Now, as he snarled at yet another person yelling at him for being in the way, Natsu was starting to consider the possibility that he just maybe should’ve been more upfront, and even that he should–perhaps–have waited for the stripper to get back before taking on Bony Jewel or whatever alone.
But how the hell was he supposed to have known it would end up like this?! It had been going fine–in fact, it had been going great! A couple opponents had offered a real challenge before their Master had shown up. Natsu had been laying down brick in that fight, too. Yet when the guy had been on his last legs, he’d whipped some creepy, sparkly rainbow skull from nowhere (now that he thought about it…that might have been what the Guild was named for!) and shot one last attack. One so big, Natsu had been unable to dodge–though, of course, he’d made to both block and finish the fight with an enormously powerful Fire Dragon Wing Attack. 
Based on his current predicament–he had to assume it hadn’t worked. Even though the skull had shattered in the heat of his flames at the last second, the blast had still hit him. His one consolation was that he was pretty sure his little buddy had heeded his final warning to get back. So he was almost definitely still back in Earthland.  
It had taken Natsu several pathetic attempts to stand. Getting here felt like a blur. Now, he had no idea what he was doing. What he should do. Their money had been in Happy’s knapsack, and without his precious nose, finding food was basically impossible anway. 
Man…Lucy’s gonna kill me, he grumbled internally, grunting at another group who shouted at him for bumping into him. 
Okay, yeah, maybe he should’ve been honest. Maybe he should’ve waited. But how could he do that when the lead was so good? When there was even the smallest chance he might finally find Nashi [*]? 
At the thought, his footsteps halted temporarily. He ducked his head, bangs shadowing his eyes. He balled his fists at his sides. The thought of the missing daughter he’d never stopped searching for never got easier to bear. 
It was the worst thing that could happen to a parent, to lose their child. Something he wouldn’t have wished on Fairy Tail’s most vicious, evil enemy. He and Lucy understood that too intimately. Still, he didn’t let himself get bogged down, not when it might hold him back, not when it might keep him from finding her. Seven years, she’d been gone. Her, Wendy–so many of their nakama and allies. Time had neither hindered nor halted his search for any of his missing comrades, but especially his little girl. She’d be twelve, now. He’d gotten better with birthdays and anniversaries when he married Lucy. He’d woken up and started crying on April 14th this year, the same as his wife. 
Still, even on that day, he’d spoken of her. When he was with Luke, Lucy, and Happy, he talked about it. He talked about how he’d find her and Harley–Happy and Carla’s kitten–how they’d be a family again. He spoke of the future to give it power, just like Igneel had taught him. Just like he’d taught his own kids. Wherever Nashi was, he was sure she must be doing the same; speaking of how she’d find them again, the same as he strove to find her. 
But he couldn’t continue his search (covert or not) until he got home. So getting home was definitely at the top of the to-do list. Right after eating. 
He kept walking.
Wherever he’d wound up was seedy, dark, yet strewn with lights that made paths across his newly-sucky eyes when he looked at them directly. Gross and smelly, too. The people he’d just bumped into started shouting back at him, something about bumping into someone’s girlfriend, and he huffed irritably. Normally, he’d never back down from a challenge like this, but believe it or not, he was too lost, confused, hungry, and tired to deal with another fight–not when the injuries he’d sustained from the previous one were still hurting this much. 
It was humiliating. He’d always been the type of person who refused to back down from a fight, no matter how outmatched he was. These days, a lot of fights were honestly pretty boring for him. Erza would always be scary, and Gray was admittedly pretty strong (if not badass enough to stand up to him, or so he would always insist). He could proudly admit to having achieved (at least) Gildarts-level strength without the clumsiness to make him dangerous. 
Now, he was balking out of fights with people who weren’t even using Magic. 
There was something viscerally terrifying about how much his injuries were troubling him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t limp without worsening whatever injury that asshole had doled out on his knee. His nose felt bigger than his head. 
He stumbled on, brooding. 
The guy whose girlfriend he’d bumped into got louder, closer. Obviously, the freak wasn’t gonna let it go. Cursing, he started hobbling more quickly, turning the next corner. To his relief and curiosity, bright lights, loud voices, and a huge crowd–littered with food stands he might be able to beg food from–appeared. He made his way into the thick of it, ignoring the shouts behind him, and ducked and wove between people. It took him several seconds to realize he was still trying to find food by his nose, which barely even freaking worked. Frustrated, he turned his attention to the source of the light, which seemed to focus down on whatever sat in the middle of the crowd. 
Curiosity shoving past the numbness and hunger, Natsu pushed his way towards it. 
“Ow!” 
“Hey!” 
“Watch it, freak!” 
“Yeah, yeah,” Natsu grumbled. “Watch your damn selves!”
He still felt like shit, but the crowd was oddly invigorating. As he crashed through the thickest (front) lines of the crowd, more lights came on while the darkness behind him fell deeper. Natsu winced, blinking. It took him a few moments to register what he’d stumbled upon: a roundish sort of stage, elevated a few feet off the ground and bordered by some kind of chain-link cage thing. Two corners were open to be entered, but fended off  by some big dudes in black suits, holding back the crowd. 
“WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” boomed a voice that came from everywhere and nowhere at once, making Natsu flinch again and the crowd start chattering loudly. 
Match? Natsu wondered despite his disorientation and exhaustion, thinking of the Grand Magic Games. He shoved aside every stranger who tried to take his place at the front of the audience, looking around with wide, curious eyes, shoving his gnawing stomach to the backburner.
“FIGHT FANS! ARE YOU REAAAADDDDYYYYY??!!! ” 
Fight? Natsu thought, perking up, conveniently forgetting his injuries in a burst of excitement. Several people started chattering at the crack of the loud voice that was everywhere and nowhere, making Natsu look around even more fervently. 
“BECAUSE THIS LONG-WAITED MATCH-UP IS… ABOUT…TO…BEGINNNN!!!”
The cheering got louder, the shoving got more aggressive, and Natsu got more aggressive right along with it. He’d be damned if he was going to miss a good fight. Besides. He needed to see what the Magic here was like. He was being smart. So ha! How about that, Lucy?!
“INTRODUCING: OUR FIRST FIGHTER!” the voice shouted while Natsu continued to elbow and shove, anticipation rising. Music rang out, a dude’s loud, snarly voice backed up by a bunch of deep bangs and booms which had Natsu trying to decide if what he was listening to was awesome or fucking awful–nope, definitely fucking awful. For the first time, he was glad he couldn’t hear properly since he got here. 
A light flashed at one corner, drawing his eye. “UNLIKE HIS OPPONENT, THIS FIGHTER IS WELL-ESTABLISHED IN THE SEMI-UNDERGROUND OCTAGON! HAD HIS PERFORMANCES BEEN FORMALLY JUDGED WHILE THE UNDERGROUND WAS STILL ACTIVE, HE WOULD LIKELY HAVE LONG-BEEN PERMANENTLY DISQUALIFIED! YET, IN SPITE OF A CONTROVERSIAL CAREER, HE HAS REMAINED A STAPLE OF THE SEMI-OCTAGON FIGHTING WORLD FOR TWO YEARS!”
“Er, feels kinda harsh?” Natsu muttered to himself, sweating slightly. Though he didn’t really get what “controversial career” meant. 
“WHILE THIS IS NOT FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE, DUE TO HIS HISTORY, MANY WILL NO DOUBT VIEW HIM AS REIGNING CHAMP AND DEFENDER! INNNNTTRRROOODUUUCCCINNNG… ‘MAD BULL’ MATTHEW BRON!” 
A door Natsu hadn’t even seen was slammed open as if it had been kicked, and an enormous man–even bigger than the one that had managed to tag Natsu just a little bit ago, a man built like that potato head guy from Lamia Scale, and actually bearing a similar-shaped bald head–appeared, yanking off headphones and chucking them over his massive shoulder one of the lackeys who’d followed him out. The much shorter guy jumped, barely catching them and fumbling a lot once he had. “Mad Cow” or whatever grinned maniacally as he stormed for the ring, dark eyes wild.
The response from the crowd was mixed but mostly positive, Natsu quickly noticed as he glanced around. His eyes skated quickly over the group next to him (which was booing, unlike most of the crowd) then returned his focus to the stage-circle thing. He could see well enough, he was glad to note, even if his vision was nowhere near as sharp as it was back on Earthland. Big Guy took his place at the corner of the ring and immediately started pacing, lifting tree-like arms and roaring as he did so. Meanwhile his lackey scurried for the bit of protected corner behind him, trying to shout for his attention and getting nowhere as he continued to pace. 
Natsu quickly decided he didn’t like the looks of this guy, intro aside. He was the type of asshole Natsu lived to knock down a peg, and despite his injuries and exhaustion, Natsu found himself appraising the big bastard, hands twitching. Sure, he wasn’t in the best shape, but since when had he been one to turn down the chance to kick some ass? It was more a reflex than anything. For about the billionth time since he’d landed here, he tried conjuring up some fire only to curse internally as all he got for his efforts was a wave of dizziness and a wash of helplessness. 
“NOW FOR OUR CONTENDER,” the voice boomed. “SHE’D ONLY BARELY ENTERED THE UNDERGROUND BEFORE IT BECAME THE SEMI-UNDER, BUT WAS ALREADY MAKING WAVES! THIS FIGHTER HAS SPARKED INTENSE DEBATE ABOUT WHETHER WOMEN SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO FIGHT MEN–IN ANY OCTAGON!” More mixed din. Natsu frowned in confusion. Was it for the other fighters’ safety or something? Because someone should ban Erza from contributing to the guild hall violence. Oh, yes. That was a great idea. He’d have to bring the idea up to Gray when he got home. 
“BUT IT’S DIFFICULT TO ARGUE WITH HER HANDY VICTORIES!” the voice boomed. “THANKS TO HER NEARLY-UNBROKEN STREAK OF INSANE WINS, SHE HAS BEEN NICKNAMED THE THE ‘PHOENIX’, ‘UNDERDOG’, ‘TENMEN’...AND HER PREFERRED NICKNAME…” 
A new song started, and this one was undeniably cool, in Natsu’s opinion. Something hard, fast, and catchy, punctuated by an angry-sounding woman singing something about “not giving a damn” about something or other. The door at the opposite end of the ring swung open. A girl came swaggering out, and Natsu froze.
“THE DRAGONESS, LAYLAAAAA O'NEEEILLLLL!!!!”  
It wasn’t his daughter. It couldn’t be. Her name wasn’t Layla. Her name was Nashi. His Nashi would be twelve, and this girl was in her late teens–maybe even her early twenties. The fact that her fighting nickname was “The Dragoness” was a nasty coincidence, but that’s all it was. This couldn’t be Earthland’s Nashi.
But it was this world’s Nashi. Of that, there was no doubt. And Natsu couldn’t make himself take his eyes off her, couldn’t even make himself blink as he stared, ignoring the cheering and booing all around him. 
A couple strands of unruly pink hair at her bangs had broken free of their tight braids, as adorable and predictably unpredictable as his little girl’s. They clung to her forehead, bouncing as she strutted towards the monster still pacing, practically frothing at the mouth, and Natsu vaguely registered the sound of several peoples’ alarmed murmuring. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he’d have understood; she was about half the guy’s size and about -50% as insane-looking.
Not scared, though. 
And…she looked like Lucy. She looked so much like Lucy that it hurt. He could still remember times when he’d call his little girl’s name, she’d turn around, and he’d gasp–because it really was like an adorable, wild little pink-haired Lucy turning to look up at him, her whole face lighting up like he was the greatest thing in Earthland. The memory choked him up, a feeling he’d gotten used to over the past seven years. He swallowed hard.
But that wasn’t Lucy’s smile. Natsu felt like he had seen that smile somewhere but he wasn’t particularly interested in thinking about it all that deeply, because what mattered was that it was her smile, his little girl’s, big and toothy and unmistakable–a little lopsided, the corners of her lips characteristically curling. 
It hit his chest like a shot from Zeref, making him briefly clutch at his waistcoat’s dirtied fabric. 
Natsu knew, firsthand, just how similar other worlds’ versions of his loved ones could be to his. Hell, Edolas Lucy had chopped off her hair to make it a little easier to distinguish herself from Earthland Lucy. 
That didn’t make it hurt any less to suddenly see another world’s Nashi– Layla, this one was called. That was Nashi’s middle name. It made sense, when you thought about it. Names were one thing that seemed to sometimes differ slightly between worlds, as he’d learned on the 100-Year-Quest [*3]. Her canines were sorta sharp, maybe, but they weren’t Dragon Slayer sharp, like his and daughter’s. Besides. Edo Nashi and Fireball’s canines were a tiny bit sharper than normal, too. 
It couldn’t be her. It couldn’t be. Looking at her still felt like being punched in the chest by Erza. Yet he couldn’t stop watching as the music, cheers, and boos faded, she stripped off her sweats (to much catcalling and whistling) to reveal a black sports bra/shorts getup sort of like “Mad Bull’s” shorts, revealing a body packed with much more muscle than any of Fairy Tail’s women would’ve allowed themselves to accumulate. She looked pretty badass, he decided. 
The voice that was everywhere and nowhere boomed on:
“NOT ONLY A CHANCE AT THE UPCOMING TITLE ON THE LINE, BUT–POTENTIALLY–THE FUTURE OF MIXED SEMI-UNDERS. TWO CHALLENGERS, SQUARING OFF FOR A CHANCE AT THE SEMI-FINALS. THIS IS A GIGANTIC CULTURAL MOMENT IN THE HISTORY OF THIS SPORT… ‘MAD BULL’ MATTHEW BRON VS. THE ‘DRAGONESS’ LAYLA O'NEIL!” 
“‘Dragoness’ is fucking right!” Mad Cow or whatever roared while he hugged one arm across his chest, grinning ferally at his much smaller opponent. “Here hoping some man will look at you, fugly?!” 
Several people in the audience laughed. Even the announcer chuckled. Meanwhile, Natsu’s blood boiled. On some level, he knew he needed to separate himself from this. From this fight, from this “Nashi.” Especially when he was this powerless to do anything about any of it. But it was impossible to listen to someone say that to another version of his daughter and not have every protective instinct in his body flare, especially when the spectators apparently thought it was fucking hilarious.
However, her grin didn’t even flicker. “Like you’re one to talk!” she cackled. “You look like Popeye fucked Bigfoot!”
Natsu didn’t flinch at the language like many people in the audience seemed to. In fact, he found the disapproving murmurs confusing. The other guy hadn’t exactly been polite, but he hadn’t gotten the same reaction. Still, a solid number of people were laughing their asses off, including the group next to him which had booed Mad Cow. 
He also had no clue what the hell she’d just said even meant, but the way Mad Cow’s smile dropped off his face, a handful of people started howling with laughter, and the commentator’s chuckles cut off abruptly was enough to make Natsu grin. 
Some random guy in some sort of black, collared uniform entered the arena, signaling to the loud, annoying commentator. Unlike her opponent, no one had followed This Nashi into the arena; she was all alone. So she ran back to her own bit of protected yet empty corner and threw her clothes and a water bottle over the chainlink fence, then ran back towards the middle of the arena. There, she  hopped up and down, shaking out her arms. Stretched them above her head. 
“OUCH!” The commentator finally seemed to recover, though he sounded somewhat vexed. “WELL, ONE THING’S FOR SURE, THE CHALLENGER CAN TALK GAME…WHETHER SHE CAN LIVE UP TO IT IS ANOTHER QUESTION.” 
“God, I fucking hate when Hansis commentates,” the guy next to Natsu muttered, his friends snorting in agreement. Then he glanced at Natsu–only to double take. “Oi, are you related to the Dragoness or something?!” he asked, eyes on his hair. 
“Uhhh…” Natsu chuckled nervously, feeling himself start to sweat. He may have been what Erza would (and frequently did ) call an “impulsive idiot”, but he had no clue how to explain that he was the father of her other self. “Something like that.”
“Whoa, seriously?!” The guy’s friend leaned around him to look at Natsu with wide, shining eyes, then continued, “I won’t ask anymore, ‘cause obviously you’re trying to protect your identities or something, but that’s so cool! We’re huge fans!” 
“Hmm…” Natsu said, scanning their apparel–t-shirts and hats emblazoned with her face and silhouette–and what looked like homemade signs of her name, written in fiery letters. “I can see that…what is this, exactly?” He asked this while looking around at the lights, spectators, an unfamiliar kind of money being exchanged and counted between several people.
Natsu tilted his head, blinking. “No?” he said. 
“The semi-underground tournament?” the only girl in the group said, eyes almost as wide as her friend’s. When Natsu only continued to look confused, she said, “What, do you live under a rock?! You’ve at least heard of MMA, right? Mixed Martial Arts?” 
He perked up at this. “Like a fight?! Hell, yeah! How do I get in on this?!” He grinned, cracking his knuckles, his earlier scuffles and empty stomach completely forgotten. 
“YOU DON’T!” the entire group shouted, eyes bugging. 
The dude who’d first started talking to him huffed, sweating slightly. “The ‘semi-underground’ octagon used to just be called ‘the underground fights,’” he explained loudly, Natsu still having to lean in to catch what he said with his new, bad ears over the increasingly excited din. “It was illegal, but, like, illegal in the ‘everyone knows but won’t squeal’ way, you know?” 
Natsu nodded, fully getting this. After all, how many times had soldiers arrested him only for Queen Hisui to let him off with a finger-wag. Of course, his luck on that front had run out seven years ago…
“The feds finally cracked down on it,” the guy continued, “but didn’t prosecute any of the fighters. Now, it’s called the ‘Semi-Underground’...it’s got no weight-classes (which is why the Dragoness can fight big dudes like Mad Bull). All genders are free to compete and fight each other. It’s a bit more for entertainment than pure fighting prowess– that was different, before,” the guy added with a wistful tone. “But still! You can’t just go waltzing into the octagon, you know? Back in the basement where this used to happen, you could’ve gotten away with that, but now you’ve gotta work for it, you know? Seriously, do you live under a rock or something?” 
Irritated, Natsu opened his mouth, but his response was cut off when a loud voice–not as loud as the announcer, but still–redrew all their attention to the ring. “Alright, fighters,” the black-collar guy said into a microphone which was smaller and not as loud as the commentator’s, quieting the audience. “We’ve been over the rules. Protect yourself at all times. Follow my instructions. We’re going to have a clean fight, you hear me?” He glared at Mad Bull, but This Nashi was the only one who dipped her chin in recognition. Natsu’s eyes narrowed along with hers when her opponent refused to acknowledge the guy’s words. “Now, touch gloves at this time, and come out ready to do this!” 
Both fighters instantly danced away from each other. Black collar guy scowled. Both the commentator and the audience made sounds like “ OOOOOOOH!” 
“NO TOUCH!” came the commentator’s gleeful voice, “I REPEAT, NEITHER FIGHTER TOUCHED GLOVES, AND SO FAR, NEITHER ARE REALLY MOVING FOR EACH OTHER–” 
“SAY YOU’RE PRAYERS, BITCH!” Mad Cow roared. “YOU’RE DEAD MEAT!” 
“BRING IT!” This Nashi roared back, and Mad Cow lunged, swinging in immediately with a big, dramatic overhand hook that would have knocked her out immediately if she hadn’t skated out of its way. It took about three similar exchanges for Natsu to sag in disappointment. 
“Oi!” he shouted, utterly let down, “Where the hell’s the magic?!” 
“Geez!” the guy next to him laughed. “The fight’s only just started: give them a minute to warm up! Then we’ll get to see the cool stuff.”
“What, they’re not allowed to use it at first or something?” Natsu asked, still staring as This Nashi fended off huge, devastating blows raining down from above and leapt back from the powerful kicks, eyes narrowed and expression tight. 
“...Er, what?” the guy asked. 
“Magic–duh!” Natsu huffed, flickering wide eyes between the guy and This Nashi, who was now darting backwards around the round-ish ring, still fending Mad Cow off, weaving and ducking with a speed few could hope to match. “You know?! Fire, Ice, Celestial Magic…?
The guy stared at him for a second along with his companions, all of whom were also sweating. It was then that Natsu knew: 
Something more was going on here. Something he didn’t understand. This place…wherever he was, it was like Edolas. Not now, but back when he, Lucy, and the others had gone there. Magic didn’t just not exist, here; was some kind of… taboo on it.
“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. Trying to keep his voice as quiet as he could over the crowd, he continued, “I didn’t mean to say something that would get you in trouble...” 
The group’s only response was to sidle away from him surreptitiously, glancing at him and sharing looks with wide eyes. Natsu was thrown for a loop once more. Ooo- kay, talk about overly-suspicious. Were there guards listening in on their conversation or something? As discreetly as possible, with his hand still at the back of his head, he looked around, eyes narrowed. 
Yet…he saw nothing to warrant their suspicion. An unruly crowd…and an astonishing lack of guards. At the Grand Magic Games, there’d always been a ton of guards. Way more than he wanted to be there, honestly. Did this have something to do with the whole “underground” thing? 
He looked at the group again, then realized something important: it was him they were looking at nervously. Nervously, and like…he was crazy or something. 
It had taken time, but the years had made Natsu wiser–cooler–about situations like this. Even as his stomach sank with the realization that getting home was going to be a much harder task than he’d initially realized, he acknowledged that he’d need to be careful about mentioning Magic here. Dropping his hand, he forced a small smile at them then turned his attention back to the arena, where Mad Cow continued to chase This Nashi around the edge of the arena. Meanwhile, his mind continued to reel, loud to himself and no one else. 
“–IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE SHE’S CAUGHT IN A CLINCH, HERE, AND THEN OUR NIGHT WILL BE OVER!” the commentator was blaring. It was sort of surprising, how easily he’d been able to tune out when Natsu’s ears were registering so little. “I HATE TO SAY IT–” (Based on the glee in his tone, Natsu doubted that.) “–BUT HOWEVER MUCH OF AN EXTRAORDINARY FIGHTER SHE IS, SHE’S STILL A FEMALE FIGHTER. HER OPPONENT HAS WELL OVER A HUNDRED POUNDS ON HER [*4]. AND, AGAIN, I HATE TO SAY THIS–BUT THERE ARE JUST PHYSICAL BARRIERS NO CHICK FIGHTER WILL EVER BE ABLE TO OVERCOME! RIGHT NOW, THIS IS A DOG FIGHT, AND NOT ONE SHE CAN KEEP SCRAPPING IN! SHE’S NOT GOING TO COME OUT AS THE ‘UNDERDOG,’ THIS TIME–”
“Man, she’s getting her ass beat!” someone from the group broke the awkward silence as This Nashi was swept aside by a blow that caught the guard at her ear. 
“Maybe she’ll make a comeback!” another guy said, tremulous but hopeful, as a log-like shin crashed into her stomach. 
“She definitely will!” the guy who’d first spoken to Natsu said, though there was a distant note of doubt in his voice as she barely reeled from an arrow-fast straight right. 
Despite the awkwardness of their last interaction, Natsu couldn’t help appreciating these people, who were so devoted to this world’s Nashi. He decided to end their night more positively. “Is that what you think?” he asked in a somewhat bored tone, eyes on the girl still gliding backwards, dancing away from the hits and kicks or else blocking them. He felt, rather than saw, the group’s eyes jumping to him, some of them quickly leaping away only to dart back. 
“What do you mean?” the first guy ventured when he said nothing else, edging a little closer once more.
Natsu crossed his arms over his broad chest, eyes thinning as Big Boy brought down a hailstorm of fists on This Nashi’s head. His eyes tracked the way a particularly big hit caught her forearm–but only barely, seeing as she’d slid out of the enormous range even as she blocked. Just like he’d thought…
His stomach churned uncomfortably. It was eerie and cruel, how much her movements and the memories aligned–
“OUCH! That hurt, Daddy!” After the exclamation, Nashi began grumbling, vigorously rubbing her forearm where his fist had just him. 
“Woops!” Natsu chuckled sheepishly, “My bad!” 
Despite the fact that she was still rubbing the arm he’d tapped with a light hit, the little girl who barely came up above his knees scowled. 
It was midday, now. In their front lawn; his and Happy’s house, now much larger with the rooms he’d added for Lucy and their kids. 
“But–” He grew serious. “–you think your enemies will take it easy on you, Nashi? You think they’ll give you a break because you say ‘ouch’?” 
She dropped her arms to her sides and scowled–pouted, really. She was so cute, he couldn’t have kept his lips from quirking into a grin if he tried. Strutting forward, he planted a hand on top of her head, rubbing the unruly locks. He only grinned wider when she turned her scowl/pout up to him. “Sorry, kiddo, but they won’t!” 
Lucy would have lost her mind, if she saw the interaction. Natsu could just hear her now: “NATSU, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?! SHE’S FIVE! BE CAREFUL, WOULD YOU? BLAH BLAH BLURGH BLAH– !” 
He never really got Lucy, when she acted like that. Nashi was a Dragon Slayer, like him. She could take much more than a normal human, but would never learn that she could if he didn’t show her! Not to mention that Igneel had been way tougher on him, when he was five. Besides, he didn’t want his kid to be some weakling! What father did want that? 
Not any good ones, that was for sure. Especially not when their kids had Nashi’s determination and drive. 
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he apologized again, still rubbing her head affectionately. “But you’ve got to understand…if I hurt you, it’s because I know your enemies will hurt you the same way…I don’t want it to surprise you. I want you to be able to fight back, still. You do still want to be a big-time Dragon Slayer, don’t you?” 
She stared up at him dubiously, but the smile caught on quick. She’d never been able to resist smiling back at him. 
“...Yeah,” she admitted finally, feigning reluctance. 
He lifted his hand off her head, cupping it around his ear and leaning down towards her. “What was that?!” he shouted. “I couldn’t hear you…what was it you want?!” 
“I–pfft–I WANT–” Her small smile turned to a grin–the big, corner-curled grin only his daughter ever could or would achieve. The one that always melted his heart. 
“I WANNA BE A DRAGON SLAYER!” she managed to roar through her grin. “NO–I MEAN, I WANNA BE THE STRONGEST DRAGON SLAYER EVER!” 
“HELL YEAH, YOU DO!” he roared back, the pride managing to make his chest burst even as he squared up again, preparing for more training. An adrenaline only teaching one’s prodigy could spark electrocuted his system. “IF THAT’S REALLY TRUE, THEN COME ON, NASHI! YOU’VE GOT MORE IN YOU! I KNOW YOU DO!” 
“OH YEAH? WELL I DO! I GOT WAY MORE IN ME!” She dropped into the stance he’d taught her, grinning for everything she was worth. The sun illuminated her smile. 
He somehow managed to grin even more widely. “Right, then listen up!” he commanded. “When Dragon Slayers fight, they got one big advantage: they can take a whole bunch of hits–then still get up. So that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.” 
“...Huh?!” The little girl’s eyes bulged out of her head. “You’re sayin’ I’m gonna let myself get hit?!” 
“Well, not too hard,” he elaborated. “And not too much…you’re just gonna play defense for a while, see?” He moved for her, throwing a fist much more slowly than he normally would have. Automatically, she wove away, eyes wide on his face. His right fist was followed by his left, then a kick–all too sluggish to be real. She easily moved around and blocked all of them. “This way,” he continued, throwing another kick. “You can learn the guy you’re fighting, how step, how they breathe…” 
“How they step…how they breathe…” she repeated to herself in a murmur, eyes flickering all over his body as he continued to pantomime a real fight. Natsu couldn’t help but grin. Nashi was a distractible kid, but when it came to fighting, she was always on the ball.
Natsu didn’t mind one bit when Lucy blamed him for that. 
“...how they fight,” he finished. 
“...how they fight!” she whispered. 
He started speeding up his movements. Let her orient before he lit up his fists. She mirrored him, flames igniting her much smaller fists. Their dance became even faster “That’s it, Nashi!” he praised as she leapt back from a kick, only letting it clip her shoulder. “Get into the flow of it! Read my movements! Remember, breathe, and–” 
“She’s reading him,” he murmured, voice softer than he’d meant it to be. “Fending him off and waiting for the right moment; his hits are only clipping her.” His hunger was catching up with him again, as was his pain. He ached. He wanted to sleep. And…
…It hurt. It hurt too much. Knowing it wasn’t his Nashi…that just made it hurt more. Each hit, each block, each flash of those brown eyes…they felt like shards of glass piercing his heart.
I can’t stay here, he realized. 
“What was that?” the girl in the group asked, venturing closer to him. 
His heart was heavy, sinking as he watched the girl. Embarrassment washed over him as he realized that had been a stupid thing to say in the first place. This wasn’t his Nashi. She wasn’t using what he’d taught her because he hadn’t been the one to train her. Hell, she probably wasn’t even gauging her opponents’ movements; she was probably fighting for her life, here. 
She would lose. 
“Nothin’,” he replied thickly, dropping his arms even as he watched the girl roll away from a rather impressive and extremely long-ranged crescent kick, not even the man’s big toe catching her at all. “I was wrong…enjoy the rest of the fight, guys.” He used the ensuing beat of silence to stare–for just one more second–at the girl. This world’s version of his girl. 
Without thinking, he went to heft up his backpack, only to sigh in quiet defeat–the exhale almost visible even in the warm air–as he remembered it wasn’t there; he was just a weakling in this world. That’s why his back (and whole body) felt so heavy. 
“Oh, you’re leaving?” the first guy who’d spoken to him said as he turned away, pushing back through the crowd. His tone was an odd mixture of relieved and disappointed. Natsu said nothing, merely waving. 
Overhead, the booming voice–which he’d tuned out during the competition–continued to sound off. “–AN ADMITTEDLY UNBELIEVABLE DODGE, BY ,” it said, clearly shocked, as Natsu pushed past a woman who was obviously excited to be moving closer to the arena. “BUT THE NEXT FLURRY OF BLOWS LANDS, ALTHOUGH IT APPEARS SHE’S BLOCKED MOST OF THEM–” 
“YOU’RE DONE, BITCH!” roared Mad Cow, so loud that he managed to drown out the commentator–who went silent, anyway. This made Natsu pause, his brows knitting with fury. 
It doesn’t matter, he reminded himself. She’s not your daughter. He refused to look back, forced himself to take another step, then another. She’s just some fighter from another world who’s, apparently, out of her league. She’s not–
A loud slam, like a body falling on a mat. “SHE’S DOWN! I REPEAT, ’S DOWN!” 
Natsu smirked. “See, dumbass?” he murmured to himself. 
“IT’S ALL OVER, FOLKS! SHE’S–” 
All of a sudden, a fleshy CRACK rang through the air, followed by an enormous chorus of gasps and cries of surprise from the crowd. A deafening silence ensued. 
“... HOLY– UNBELIEVABLE!” the commentator managed. “A KICK FROM THE GROUND–AND O’NEIL'S BACK ON HER FEET! THEY’VE GAINED GROUND FROM EACH OTHER, AND MAD BULL–MAD BULL IS NOW TRYING TO RECOVER!”  
Despite himself, Natsu slowed even as he urged himself to keep walking. Even as he continued to force himself not to turn back. Looking back is only a distraction. It’s not Nashi. That is not Nashi. It’s not–
“Man, I really hate guys like you, you know that?” 
The seething voice was what made him stop, closing his eyes. There was just…something about it. A growl. A fire. Something that punched right back into his memories:
“Remember, breathe, and keep your eyes on my chest! That way, you can see my whole body at the corners of your eyes!” A combo, one which he pumped more speed and power to than before–throwing her off on purpose. 
“Oof!” she grunted as she landed on her butt. 
“There, when you fall– that’s when you make your comeback! Now that you’ve watched your opponent, and tricked him into thinking you’re down– now is when you get back up and blow them away! That’s how a Dragon Slayer fights! That’s how a Fairy Tail Wizard fights!” She stared up at him with huge eyes, shining with admiration, and flushed cheeks. 
He grinned. 
“So?! Get up! Always get back up, Nashi! I’m not asking the impossible of you–you can do this! I know you can!” 
“I–I will!” she scrambled to her feet, fists blazing with gold heat as she lunged for him. “I’ll always get back up! No matter what, I’ll–” 
His chest seized. He clenched his jaw, knowing he needed to make himself keep walking, but unable to do it. Even as people churned around him, trying to push past him, he found himself shoving them off, refusing to move from exactly where he was. One foot planted in front of the other. Half-hovering. Eyes still closed. 
Whatever just happened had quieted the crowd, an anticipatory sort of silence that made him clench his fists, eyes still closed. 
And then, Natsu’s world flipped upside down: 
“You didn’t even bother to study my previous fights, did you?” Her growl carried across the hushed crowd. “Tch, typical…if you had, you’d know: You’d know I always get back up!” 
His eyes flew open. 
He whirled back around and watched, wide-eyed and world rocking, as the pink haired girl rose. Rolled her shoulders against her ears, one at a time. The grin was gone, a heavy, intimidating scowl having taken its place as she recovered, getting her feet back underneath herself, her stance back in place. Her nose was wrinkled in fury. Her eyes burned. 
Natsu’s lips parted on a gasp as he stared. 
Mad Cow scoffed, hunched and rubbing his chin with a hand like a mitt. Natsu guessed that This Nashi must’ve caught him there–probably with a kick, given the size difference. That must have been what made the crowd react with shock. They were recovering now, though, getting louder.
“And why the fuck would I bother to do that?!” Mad Cow shouted, dropping his hand. “I don’t need to! Every guy you’ve faced could’ve beaten you easily if they’d quit acting like even more of a little bitch than you! You shouldn’t fucking be here anyway…fucking birds, knowing dudes will take it easy on you so you can take advantage of it and collect the reward…well I’M NOT ONE OF THEM!” He roared the last part. The bitter fury in his voice was a kind Natsu was familiar with. 
“Studying what you can find of your opponent’s fighting style–that’s basic! And you wanna sit here and bitch about how I don’t deserve to be here, you lumpy-headed fuck?! ” 
“The FUCK you just call me?!” McCow snarled back. 
“YOU HEARD ME, SHITWIT!” 
“THAT’S IT!” the man shouted. “I’ve had it! I was gonna take it easy on you, but–” 
“THAT’S MY LINE!” 
It seemed that was both their limit. 
They flew at each other. But now, everything was different, and Natsu doubted that anyone without a trained eye and fighting experience like him could recognize it. 
Apparently, the commentator was one such person: “THIS IS–THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” the voice boomed, full of disbelief, as the girl caught the fist rocketing towards her face with a hard elbow, making Mad Cow let out a roar of pain. She kicked away an arm flying towards her head, and launched a sidekick at his now-uncovered stomach–one that landed hard. She built on the damage, bearing down on him as he stumbled backwards, tripping over his own heels. A right roundhouse followed by a left to his head. Despite the fact he was obviously disorientated, he caught the first one– blocked it and tried, unsuccessfully to catch her foot–but not the second, which cracked into his ear and made him stagger, her chasing him and hammering him with surprisingly powerful blows. Each one of her hits accumulated speed and strength.
The commentator picked up again, saying something or other about “striking machines”, but Natsu didn’t hear. His eyes were wide, now, and glued to the girl cracking her shin into her opponent’s nose, teeth bared. The expression on her face…the fire in her eyes…the speed of her hits…her fighting style…it was like he’d begun watching the fight currently happening through one eye and a stream of memories through the other, his breath going still in his lungs–
“–No matter what, I’ll always get back up!” screamed the little girl, running forward and hammering him with fiery strikes, kicks, and even elbows. They’d only just started elbow work. Natsu staggered back with each good combo she landed. He put in the effort to make it look convincing, pride swelling within his chest. 
“That’s it! Build on it! Faster…harder! C’mon!”  
This Nashi slipped underneath and into one of Mad Cow’s big overhand hooks, the corrected trajectory of his fist barely skidding over her shoulder as her right fist tore up, slamming into his chin. Even as his eyes rolled and he staggered backwards, her expression was so mutinous it was almost funny. 
But as good as the uppercut was, it turned out to be a set-up: 
“LOOK AT THIS COMBO…CROSS, HOOK–WHOA! AN ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING LEG KICK! CLASSIC MUAY THAI-INSPIRED COMBO FROM TURNING–” 
“FUCKING BITCH–!” Mad Cow roared, but his opponent cut him off with a voice like thunder. 
“I’M THE BADDEST BITCH YOU’VE EVER MET!” 
“I’LL ALWAYS GET BACK UP! I WILL! I’M GONNA BE A GREAT DRAGON SLAYER, JUST LIKE YOU! NO–I’LL EVEN BEAT YOU, ONE DAY!” Nashi took a deep breath, and Natsu grinned, allowing the pause in the fight, because he knew what was coming. The catchphrase both like his and not. Inspired by him, but all her own. 
Her fists blazed brighter than ever. The sun illuminated her grin.“JUST WATCH ME, DADDY! DON’T EVEN BLINK! BECAUSE I’VE–” 
“–GOT A FIRE IN ME THAT YOU’LL NEVER PUT OUT!”
Mad Cow’s eyes were wild with fear as he desperately swung for another, big lead cross–one which spelled his downfall. The Dragoness leapt off her left leg–her back leg. Her right shin cracked into his already dipping head. 
He fell forward and bounced off the mat, limp as a ragdoll, while the audience screamed all around him. 
Even as the giant fell still, she made for his prone form, fist raised, but didn’t fight at all when the black-collared man appeared seemingly from nowhere, grabbed her around the waist, and practically threw her away. Instead, This Nashi– The Nashi skipped backwards, smirking, and raised a wrapped fist. 
And that was the realization which thundered through Natsu, now gaping up at the victorious, pink-haired fighter stalking towards the edge of the cage: not This Nashi. The Nashi. 
After seven, grief-filled years, Natsu Dragneel was absolutely sure he had just found his daughter.
*1. Yes, there will be quotes from the original series (the anime dub, sub, or the manga depending on whichever version I like best) at the beginning of each chapter. HOWEVER. The quotes are not spoilers and are often only tangentially related to my plotline. The one for this chapter, for instance, is specifically about Edolas, but is not actually true of the world where Natsu has landed.
*2. Yes, I know the canon Edolas Nalu child is “Nasha.” I decided on “Nashi”, instead, for reasons which will be explained later.
*3. Sorry in advance, but I pretty much kept what little I remembered/liked from 100YQ and ditched everything I didn’t. Same with the original story, but way more with 100YQ. Idk what it is but even though I’ve read the whole thing, 100YQ has this unique quality where a lot of what happens slips straight out of my mind as soon as I’ve read it. In one eye, out the other. So you’ll just have to roll with me, sorry.
*4. Real-life inspiration for Layla (/Nashi) comes mostly from Ronda Rousey, whose biography I read and happen to have on hand, along with Kaoklai Kaennorsing (especially his fighting style). Those are the two main ones. If you’ve read My Fight, Your Fight, you’ll understand how Layla (/Nashi’s) personality is inspired by her–especially as you go on. I highly recommend looking up the Thai kickboxer/Muay Thai fighter Kaoklai Kaennorsing. He has been called the Giant-Slayer because he did, in fact, defeat opponents who had over 100 pounds on him. Watching his fights is just an incredible experience. Other inspirations include Rose Namajunas, Connor McGregor, and some others. There are also several fictional inspirations including and outside Fairy Tail which I won’t bore you with (some of them I’m sure fellow anime fans will be able to guess lol).
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I Will Become Your Light (All For You)
by Aquattarius_Rain
As they swayed together for a few more minutes, Jellal spoke softly, “I think there’s someone else waiting for you,” Erza heard soft footsteps behind her. As the blue-haired man stepped back, she turned to see-
“Mira?”
The white-haired girl was wearing the same beach dress from the night before, a smile on her face, “Hey, sweetheart,” She said, holding her hand out, “I think I deserve a dance with you as well. As long as you don’t mind?” She looked over Erza’s shoulder at Jellal.
To Erza’s surprise, Jellal nodded before moving away, “Of course. Whatever makes Erza happy is good for me,” He moved away to sit on the sand, watching them.
Mirajane looked back at Erza, “Well? May I have the honor of dancing with you, Fairy Queen Titania?” She asked in a mimicry of the night before.
Erza would have had to have been an idiot to say no.
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Words: 34982, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi
Characters: Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Jellal Fernandes, Laxus Dreyar, Gray Fullbuster, Cana Alberona, Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Fairy Tail Guild, Crime Sorcière Guild, Other Guilds
Relationships: Erza Scarlet/Mirajane Strauss, Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Laxus Dreyar/Jellal Fernandes, Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet/Mirajane Strauss
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Funny, Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Just All The Emotions Man, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Is that Erzajane or Jerza who knows, Polyamory, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, But also, Canon Compliant, Self-Discovery, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, Okay well its not really undertones with Erzajane, Cana Gray and Erza are besties, Laxus is actually a softie shhhh, A hint of gruvia and luvia, also some chendy, Mira is an ace lesbian, Crime Sorciere is a family, A family can be a tired ex-con guild master and his band of war criminals, Jellal's canon self-esteem issues, Oh new rarepair how do we feel about Meredy/Lisanna, This is literally Erza being a bisexual mess for 75k words, If you can't tell by the way i write him I have a crush on Jellal, Nonbinary Character(s), Queer Themes, Mira and Jellal bond over their love for Erza, My "Mira and Laxus are besties" Agenda continues, oh a quick moment of Bisca/Erza and Cana/Lucy and Levy/Lucy, a few mentions of Gray/Loke, Some Mystogan/Laxus moments (mostly from the last part of the series), Falling In Love, Learning about sexualities and genders
Source:https://archiveofourown.org/works/49582231
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Making Edo NaLu and Edo Gruvia Canon is the Worse
Edo Gruvia as I remembered, Edo-Gray the one liking Edo-Juvia, but I think it wasn't implied that he was stalker like Earthland-Juvia. But personally, I think Edo-Gruvia is just as irrelevant as the orig. Like why can't Gray have a normal love ship. (I also think I missed your point 😅).
On Edo NaLu... They're giving me the Sadist and Masochist vibes. Edo-Lucy not that bad of a character seeing she helped in the Edolas Arc.
(Okay, I totally missed your point).
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ao3feed-nalu · 1 year ago
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Incarcerated Innocence
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rXJGdMw
by Elementianhero22
How exactly did Jellal escape from prison? And what happened afterward? Follow one young man's quest to atone for his sins and reunite with the woman he truly loves. And maybe, he might not have to do it alone. Rated K as always. Pairings, Jerza, implied Miraxus, Gajevy, Nalu and Gruvia.
Words: 31479, Chapters: 6/10, Language: English
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/M
Characters: Jellal Fernandes, Erza Scarlet, Meredy (Fairy Tail)
Relationships: Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet, Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser, Evergreen/Elfman Strauss, Laxus Dreyar/Mirajane Strauss, Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Romance
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rXJGdMw
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Nalu Fluff Week Day Four: Sunset
These are all semi-connected now, I guess.... :O 
My internet’s really slow, otherwise I’d post links to the other ones. 
“It's weird doing jobs without you,” Natsu whispered. The dragon slayer had been silent up until that moment, so his voice surprised Lucy.
“Is that what you've been thinking about?” She asked. They were sitting close, on one of the balconies at the guildhall, but they weren't touching. Natsu had fallen into thoughtful silence when they first sat down, and Lucy had followed suit. The guild had decided to throw them what Lucy could only describe as a Fairy-Tail-style baby shower. Most everyone had some sort of little thoughtful gift to offer them. Now, Lucy was flipping through the storybook that had been a gift from Levy.
“Yeah,” Natsu said. He was staring out at the sun as it drifted closer and closer to the horizon. It was casting colors of gold and orange across the clouds. “I miss you, Lu.” Lucy was quiet. She set the storybook aside and looked down at her swollen abdomen, where two new lives were growing—lives that she and Natsu had created themselves. They had created life.
“I'll be able to go on jobs again... once the twins are old enough,” Lucy said, leaning over to entwine her fingers with her husband's. Natsu beamed, leaning in for a chaste kiss.
“Good. Maybe they can come too.”
“I really hope you're joking,” Lucy frowned. Natsu laughed.
“You never know. Maybe they take after me. I bet they could take on really tough guys, like Gildarts, when they're still small!”
“You could never take on Gildarts, dear,” Lucy grinned. “Besides, they're half me, and so I think they'll have a little of the good sense not to try to take on Gildarts.” Natsu was quiet for a long moment again before asking,
“Do you think I'll be a good dad?” Lucy frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“I know you're going to be a good mom, Lu. You're brilliant, and beautiful, and kind, and... I just... I don't know how to be a dad, I never... I mean, I had Igneel. He was like my dad, but... I... I don't know, Lucy...”
“I know you,” Lucy whispered, cupping his chin with her hand and turning his head so he would look in her eyes. “I know you, Natsu.”
“Better than anyone else,” Natsu smiled, but Lucy could see fear and worry in his eyes.
“I've seen you with Asuka. I've seen you with Galena,” Lucy whispered, “I know you're going to be an amazing dad.”
“But what if--?”
“Stop,” Lucy shook her head. “You're going to be an amazing father, Natsu Dragneel.” She leaned in to kiss him again, framed by the sunset and brushed by a light breeze.
“I love you,” Natsu murmured, a smile touching his lips. Lucy beamed, reaching up to tousle his hair.
“I love you too, fireboy,” she grinned.
“Tsk,” Natsu rolled his eyes, “You're going to start sounding like Gray.” A steady wave of pain rolled over her again, and she clenched her teeth. Another false contraction. She'd been having a lot lately.
“Are you alright?” Natsu frowned, feeling her hand tighten on his.
“Yeah, I'm fine.” The sun was just below the horizon, and stars were appearing above them in the dim light of twilight. It was starting to get cold.
“Hey, lets head inside,” Natsu hopped up from his seat and held out his hand to his wife. “I bet everyone's making bets about when Gray and Juvia's kid will arrive without us.”
“What a shame it would be to miss that,” Lucy rolled her eyes.
“Hey, I could make good money. I bet you they'll be born on the coldest day in winter.”
“What about late fall? It rains a lot late fall. They could be born anytime in between too,” Lucy suggested. Natsu looked torn.
“Hmm...”
Lucy took one last glance at the sky as she took her husband's hand. The gold and orange had dwindled away to purple, and then to a majestic midnight blue. A few stars already shone brightly in the sky. Another false contraction. She bit her lip through it and made a wish. Come soon, darlings.
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goodnightlover · 3 years ago
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If you know, you know.
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acnologias-ass · 3 years ago
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Would Romeo be a older brother figure for the Gajevy, Nalu and Gruvia kids ?
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If the trouble twins novel is anything to go by, him and Asuka would indeed be their big bro/sis figures most likely! ;w;
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unashamed-shipper · 7 years ago
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One Last Dance
Nalu commission for @roxychild94! Thank you so much, Jess! <3
rating: t for implications, swearing, and drinking (let me know if you need me to tag anything)
pairing: nalu with mention of gruvia
characters: natsu, lucy, gray, gajeel, loke. mention of juvia.
word count: 1823
inspired by ‘shape of you’ by ed sheeran
“I’d like to make a toast,” Gray said as he lifted his bottle, grinning from ear to ear. “To the bastard who I thought would never get married. To Natsu!”
“To Natsu!” everyone echoed, downing a swig of their beer or throwing back their shot. Laughter ricocheted off the walls of the bar, and Natsu grinned and raised his bottle up in thanks.
“I never woulda thought you’d find someone either.” Natsu clinked his bottle against Gray’s, silently thanking him. He would thank his best friend later when he was good and drunk and his inhibitions were gone.
“Until I met Juvia, I didn’t even think about getting hitched. The right girl can change your life,” Gray said, and Natsu grimaced. Ever since Ice Princess and Juvia had gotten married and had their son, they had been more lovey dovey than even Natsu and his fiancee. It was a little weird seeing him be so sappy, but Natsu smiled at the thought. Years ago Gray wouldn’t have said anything like that about someone, no matter what their relationship was.
“She’s certainly changed Natsu’s life, that’s fer sure!” Gajeel let out a laugh as he drank the rest of his beer and called to the bartender for another one.
Natsu grinned as he thought of his fiance. She was as gorgeous and she was smart, and he was lucky as hell to have her. They had met in college and he became smitten sooner than he ever had in a relationship, causing him to fall head over heels for her within weeks. He knew he wanted to marry her, so he popped the question after a year of dating. To his excitement, she had said yes.
“Yeah, she’s one of a kind,” Natsu said as he tipped his beer back to finish it. His eyes looked around the bar lazily for a moment, counting all the couples that were spending time together that night. It was only a Saturday, but there were people out on the small dance floor swaying to the beat of a popular song. Natsu didn’t pay much attention to any of the people until his eyes locked on a gorgeous blonde in the shortest shorts he’d ever seen and a babydoll top.
Her hair whipped around her as her hips snapped with every movement, and Natsu dragged his gaze up and down her body. Everything about her was toned, even her ass which tempted him with every shimmy. How she could even dance in those heels was beyond him, and he raised his eyebrows when she turned toward him and gazed into his eyes.
He pointed at himself, and she nodded. She wiggled her upper body at him then, and Natsu felt quite faint at just the sight of her cleavage. Tugging at his collar, Natsu turned toward his friends, who were all staring at him.
“I wasn’t gonna go over there!” he protested, and everyone chuckled.
“C’mon, you gotta go over there now! You’ve only got one more night to do whatever you want before you get hitched. One dance isn’t gonna hurt anything, Natsu,” Loke told him, eyes wandering over the blonde as well.
“But I’m…!”
“If you don’t go over there,” Loke said with a catlike grin, “I will.”
Natsu growled at the man, cursing his protective instincts. He knew that Loke would be bad for the girl. The man had a player streak of being a woman eater where he would chew one up and then spit her out, leaving her in the dust. He didn’t want that to happen to her.
“Alright, fine. But don’t tell my fiancee about this, okay?” Natsu turned to leave, raising his hand in the Fairy Tail sign they used when they were kids.
“Sure thing, boss,” Gajeel yelled back with a smirk, but Natsu didn’t mind.
The woman was now holding onto his tie, pulling him onto the dance floor. She looked even more gorgeous close up.
“What’s your name?” she asked with a toothy grin, wrapping her arms around his neck. With her heels, Natsu was only just a bit taller than her, which was perfect for the close dancing they were doing.
“Natsu Dragneel. Yours?” he replied with a grin of his own. The woman’s cheeks dusted with a pink, and he knew he charmed her instantly.
“Lucy Heartfilia. Pleasure to meet you,” she said, pulling herself slightly closer to him.
“No, the pleasure’s all mine, Luce,” Natsu responded before making a confused face. “Do you mind if I call you Luce? Cause if you do–”
“Not at all,” Lucy said, pressing her hand in a swooping motion across his chest, further and further down until she reached his abs. All the blood in his body rushed south, and Natsu fought not to think of her pushing her hand further down. He was engaged. What the hell was he doing thinking of another woman?
“Alright then. You want me to pick the next song?” Natsu asked, desperately wanting to move away from the situation. Lucy was so beautiful that he knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself if she did want to sleep with him.
“Sure!” Lucy grinned again. Her smile was so gorgeous that he wanted to see it forever.
The sad part was that he couldn’t.
“I’ll be right back,” he told her before moving toward the DJ and requesting a special song.
When he came back, Lucy pressed herself firmly against Natsu’s body with movements that he knew was to be his demise. Letting out a breath, he secured his fate when he began to sing to her.
“I’m in love with the shape of you, you push and pull like a magnet too. Although my heart is fallin’ too, I’m in love with your body,” his rough voice growled as she thrust her hips against his, shimmying down slowly and back up. Natsu huffed as he felt her against himself, and he liked the fact that she was so trusting of him.
“I think I’m falling in love with you too, Natsu,” Lucy said, turning around and grinding her behind against him, and Natsu had to bite his tongue to not let out a large moan. How could she be so damn tempting? He could even see her thong now!
Natsu bent over her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping down to whisper in ear. “Let’s get outta here, Luce.”
Lucy cupped his face and kissed him fiercely before whispering in his ear. “I think you’ll like what you see once you take these clothes off me,” she sing songed, and Natsu whimpered softly.
Both of them stood up and danced for a few more seconds toward the exit, and Natsu looked over her shoulder to secure the fact that his friends were now gone. It had been about an hour since they started dancing, and it had gone by so quickly that he hadn’t realized time had gone by.
Once in the car, Natsu started it and asked what hotel Lucy would want to go to. He wanted to be polite, but he could practically smell her wetness underneath her shorts and it was killing him.
“Magnolia Hotel, please,” she said with a smile, and Natsu started the car and backed out faster than he ever had in his life. He was about to do something really stupid, but he didn’t regret it one bit.
Natsu woke up around 6 AM with no alarm as the light shone in from the window in the hotel. Lucy was still asleep, which gave him tons of time to get to the wedding. As he made coffee, he sighed as he sat down on the couch next to the bed and stared out the window.
Today was the day he was to get married.
“Good morning, Mr. Sunshine,” Lucy teased with a grin, stretching herself awake. Natsu smiled, jumping on her with a huge smile of his own.
“Good morning. How are you?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand. Her hair was like a halo around her head, and even though she had makeup under her eyes she looked like an angel. She was so damn beautiful.
“Well, I didn’t sleep much last night. I had to go find my future husband and see what he was up to at his bachelor party. Thankfully I found him and he was doing more than alright. How about you?” she asked, a smirk rising on her face.
“I slept like crap. I was at my bachelor party and this gorgeous woman pulled me onto the dance floor and practically fucked me with my clothes on. My fiancee is going to be so pissed,” Natsu replied, and Lucy chuckled.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s real angry right now that you had sex with another woman,” Lucy said, barely containing her giggles.
“Especially in the room that we reserved for our wedding night! She’s gonna rip my head off, Luce!” Natsu lamented, beginning to cry fake tears into his hands. After a few moments of faux crying, he looked into his fiancee’s eyes with a goofy smile. The two burst into peals of laughter, falling onto the bed.
After the laughter died down, Natsu put his arm around Lucy’s shoulders and looked at her intensely. Lucy’s eyes widened as he gazed into her eyes, coming closer and closer and finally knocking foreheads with her.
“Luce,” Natsu said, his voice a low whisper, “I would never cheat on you. Not in a million years. And today, you’re gonna be my wife. So I want you to know that.”
“I know, Natsu.” Lucy closed her eyes with a soft smile, reveling in the moment she had with her future husband. There weren’t going to be many moments like this that they were unmarried, so she knew that she better take it for what it was worth right now.
Sighing softly and stared into his eyes gently, she told him the same. “I will never cheat on you, Natsu Dragneel. You are my love, my life, and everything that I have ever wanted in a life partner. I would never abandon you like that for anything.”
Natsu kissed Lucy then; their last kiss before the wedding. Their teeth clacked against each other’s as Lucy deepened the kiss, rolling her tongue across Natsu’s. He wove his hand through her hair as she reached up and rubbed her thumb across his jaw in desire.
When the kiss was broken, Lucy and Natsu smiled at each other for a few moments before falling back asleep together for a few more hours before their wedding. Lucy laid her head on Natsu’s chest and fell asleep with Natsu following soon afterwards with the trust in both of their hearts and minds that they would never cheat on one another.
After all, it was always more fun when they were together.
hehehe, Natsu would never cheat on his fiancee! Sorry if anyone thought that lol. I don’t write “cheating” in stories very often, so please let me know if I need to tag anything. Thank you! 
Commissions are open, btw ;) Message me for details!
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makabunni · 3 years ago
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A little WIP while I brainstorm how I'm going to finish it. Definitely gotta fix gray's face 🤣🤣
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