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    Fairy Tail AU: The Girl Who Wouldn’t Stay Down

    Flare thought she had found Destiny’s breaking point. Every strike brought Destiny closer to the ground. Every heated lash left another mark on her arms or legs. Eventually, Destiny could barely stand without leaning against the arena wall. But Flare made one mistake. She assumed that falling meant losing. Flare: “Stay down!” Destiny slowly lifted her head. Destiny: “No.” Flare: “You’re finished!” Destiny: “You keep saying that.” She pushed herself upright. Destiny: “And I keep proving you wrong.” Meanwhile, Natsu is fighting his own battle in the stands. He can see Destiny hurting. He can see her struggling. Every instinct tells him to jump into the arena and protect her. But Destiny doesn’t want him to break the rules for her. She wants him to trust her. Natsu: “I hate this.” Lucy: “What?” Natsu: “Watching her get hurt and not being able to do anything.” Erza looks at him. Erza: “Then do what she needs.” Natsu: “What’s that?” Erza: “Believe in her.” Natsu looks back toward Destiny. She is barely standing. But she’s smiling. Natsu exhales. Natsu: “Yeah…” His fists tighten. Natsu: “I believe in her.” And when Flare raises her flaming hair toward Destiny’s Fairy Tail mark one final time, Destiny doesn’t retreat. She steps forward. Bruised. Exhausted. Barely standing. But refusing to fall. Because sometimes the strongest person in the arena isn’t the one who never gets knocked down. It’s the one who keeps getting back up.

    Fairy tail AU: Something Blue…and Two Pink Lines

    Destiny had been sitting on the bathroom floor for almost twenty minutes. Her phone was in one hand. Her calendar was open. And the little dates staring back at her were becoming harder to ignore. She counted again. “…No.” Once more. “…That can’t be right.” She was late. Not one or two days. Late enough that the nervous thought she’d been avoiding for the past week was becoming impossible to dismiss. Her eyes drifted toward the engagement ring on her finger. Natsu. They had been together for almost four years. They were engaged. They’d talked about children before. Natsu had once casually announced that if they ever had a daughter, he was going to teach her fire magic. Destiny had immediately informed him that their hypothetical three-year-old would not be practicing Fire Dragon Slayer Magic. He’d responded: “She’d be awesome at it!” That conversation had been funny then. Sitting on the bathroom floor now? It felt very different. Destiny rested a trembling hand against her stomach. “…Could I actually be pregnant?” She didn’t know. And suddenly, she desperately needed her mom. ⸻ ❤️ Mom Destiny stared at the empty message box. Then typed: Destiny: Hi Mom ❤️ I need you to answer something seriously. What would you want for Mother’s Day? Flowers… or a grandbaby? She hesitated. Then pressed send. The typing bubble appeared almost immediately. Stopped. Appeared again. Stopped. Then— Ayame: Destiny. Destiny swallowed. Destiny: Yeah? Ayame: Is this a joke? Her fingers hovered over the screen. Eventually… Destiny: No. That one word completely changed the conversation. Ayame called immediately. Destiny answered. “Hi…” “Sweetheart.” Destiny closed her eyes. Her mother’s voice was gentle, but serious. “What’s going on?” “I’m late.” Silence. “How late?” Destiny told her. Ayame inhaled slowly. “Have you taken a test?” “No.” “Does Natsu know?”