Hello , here is Iggy with some drabbles from the dragneelsibsweek (for more info; ), it actually took me awhile to upload them here as well as on my tumblr bec. i forgot the password. WOOPSIE THERE.

On another lazy note I've finally gotten started on learning japanese, it's mindblowingly terrifying but i'm enjoying it so far. Enjoy the fic folks and a good Dragneel bros week to you all.

Summary: Zeref had experienced many things, he had seen the 'new' of many eras and the word goodbye was just as common. He didn't know why he listened to the words of that old friend he could barely remember but he wrote those letters nonetheless thinking his brother ought to know his thoughts even if he would be long gone.

To you, demon, dragon, human or being who is not quite any of these creatures.

His quill scratched fervently on his scroll but came to an abrupt stop. He hummed, a sound triggered by his impatience. He brought his hand to his chin rubbing, hoping to get rid of his indecision. A friend, someone long gone, had advised him to write his thoughts out, so not to forget and to vent for no living creature could survive comforting him. His heart ached; it was a period where he revered life, so it saddened him to think of that person, one of the few who had allowed him to see a genuine smile meant for him. That smile allowed him to continue, as he questioned if 'the friend' would hate the creature he had become, for he was no longer a man, but the black wizard Zeref who had painted darkness into the life of many including his first love. He shook his head and lowered his quill to resume his narration. The candlelight flickered in the night's breeze urging him to make good use of the time it had left.

I, Zeref, am a creature who witnessed many beginnings, and with these came the end of a number of things, eras, occurrences, and people. I ask myself which of these have I personally written the word 'Fin' for? I lost count but memories continue to haunt me. The first 'beginning' I witnessed was that of a life. My brother's life that began that day also started to guide mine along a path woven by my own curiosity and a promise I made to my mother.

'Take care of your brother, his name will be Natsu, promise Zeref,'
'I'm sorry'
'I love you'

I don't recall any more of the woman's words, she was very ill and her fever, together with the exhaustion from childbirth weakened her. She spoke gibberish, but what she said was dear to me, I suppose those words were what sparked my curiosity towards life and death as a concept. Natsu was born, but our mother was dead. Our father had been shipped to the wars, whether a man or a dragon killed him, I did not know, and that was not important to me.

Zeref's hand came to a halt and got up silently deciding to stretch his legs. The mage walked to his window and watched the night sky for what felt like a few seconds. He smiled and wondered what his brother was doing. In a few days, they would be reunited, Makarov had gone back to him but there were plenty of other ways to anger him. The cat perhaps or maybe the blonde that hang onto him although the latter was a rare kind of mage nowadays, it was a pity but celestial magic was no longer a threat nor such a promising magic as it used to be. If only that mage had not succumbed a few years back it might have not been swallowed by that Zentopia incident. He returned to his desk, his candle no longer lit however it made no difference to him, with a snap of his fingers he made light through his magic.

'My brother and I, we lived for each, we played and fought and had good fun like only brothers could. I tried to teach him as our mother had thought me, I was strict but kind. And I, of course, had to be worked to the bone to bring in food to fill up the both of us. Luckily I found a good place in the temple as a scholar, as all I ever had was my curiosity and greed for knowledge, and as the magic that humans could use was still 'new' it became the mission of many a human to learn to harness it. 400 years ago, in my birth place, it was also the town where magic was born and developed. Little did I know the folly of humanity, they sought weapons to win the war and gain power forgetting that mages were human beings like they were. I cannot think of a better example than Acnologia. He was a being that I gave a new beginning to, perhaps because he reminded me of the one I used to be whom had lost everything that made his life meaningful, yet in the end it proved fruitless to me and I had to rely on other means.

"The one magic," he mumbled to himself letting a small chuckle escape in amusement, "I wonder if there are still gullible children who think of it as 'love'". Nowadays, 'The One Magic' was a legend, it was something that even he didn't know what to think of. The source of all magic, was it linked to the God Ankhseram? Could it have been his salvation had he sought it? It didn't matter, now what could save him was Natsu alone. It had to be Natsu.

When I was young but talented with magic, that gift allowed us, Natsu and I, to be given a place to live and grow under my fellow studios magicians. There were harsh times, neighboring countries were becoming affected by the war and food was becoming scarce for humans. We lived in fear of 'death' and I would soon experience another 'end'. My brother died before we had even settled properly at Olympia temple. The war, the demise of the last person I loved, the people around me who were still alive, it all came to me. Life and death was but another magic. If I could master this magic, I could see him again and my promise would not be broken. I was heckled as a lunatic and when I had lost hope the Ankhseram brought me his curse. It was the end of the human known as Zeref, and the birth of the black wizard. I went down in the books and I made history. Not only that but I also brought life to the dead, Natsu woke up through my magic but due to an unforeseeable nuisance the fire dragon king took him away from me. It saddens me, for I wanted to raise my brother until I could finally die by his hands. My strongest demon, my pride and my dead brother, now very much alive, it made me laugh as I felt I cheated Ankhseram. Perhaps Igneel was sent to remind me I was not a blessed man but a cursed devil. It hindered my plans but I have time on my hands, I brought the Spriggan 12 to life after witnessing the guild Mavis had created. It was a little place but I felt it would grow and I knew I would need allies to oppose the Dragon King Acnologia. I created my country on a neighboring shore to Magnolia and once it began to spread it reaches and military power all I had to do was wait.

His generals were strong, and most difficult to reign in but they would do their part in the future he was now painting. Some more reluctantly than others perhaps but he had his ways to persuade these mages. He had specially picked these individuals after all. The dragons where dead and gone, which left him with one last obstacle, Acnologia. Fairy tail was but a bunch of pawns to awaken his greatest creation.

I gave birth to demons, ideas and new magic, like Eclipse although the celestial mages who allowed me to learn from them would never forgive me for that. I brought an era of dark magic which light guilds brought to a halt; I was still soft back then. Now, I aim to bring the era where there will be no humans. I thought of many ways and as I study many aspects of life and death I was brought to a conclusion. Human beings bring sorrow and death, so if I erased them would I not bring 'life' to this earth? A life where Natsu would live happily? That is when my role in this era will be done and the last thing I bring to this earth before I am erased will allow me to keep a promise that has lasted for longer than 400 years.I hope this will make you happy Natsu,
Your one and only beloved brother,
Zeref Dragneel.

Zeref sighed folding the papers and placing them into an envelope which he sealed with wax and the symbol of his nation. He didn't know if his brother would read it, he didn't care after all he would be long gone. However, his friend's words pushed him to write, he had written many a times to Natsu, his thoughts and his days and when the man finished him he would find the letters easily in his room. When the demon E.N.D awakened he would want to know who gave birth to new Natsu Dragneel after all.