After Dark

by simsgal

Everyone needs something. One needs money. Another needs love. Some need an escape. With this contract, do you swear to bind to your promise? To abide by these laws? Do you wish to give up your freedom and peace of being? To see what truly hides in the dark and shadows? "Yes." they all said. A choice each one will soon regret. Rated M for a reason. MODERN AU.

1. Meeting our Unfortunate Souls

After Dark

By simsgal

This story is rated M and contains mature situations and references. The language used in this story as well as the actions may offend some. I am warning you now—continue reading at your own will. This story may contain spoilers so I wouldn't read it until after you finish the Grand Magic Games Arc, or Portal Thingy Thing Arc (You know what I'm talking about).

Guys I am sad to say this will probably be my last fairy-tail centered fic. I am growing out of the show but still in love with the characters, and dearly so. This story is an AU, which means alternatue universe. It is a modern story, taking place in 2012-2013. No magic. I will be giving you a sypnopsis on all my story progress at the bottom.

I do not own Fairytail.

Chapter One- Meeting our Unfortunate Souls

Lucy

Was she really going to go through with this? Was "Catholic School Lucy" really standing in front of one of the most notorious crime business in Magnolia? Fiore even? The young girl sighs and looks at the napkin in her hand where she scrawled the information of the building. When you first came upon it, it looked like nothing, simply a corporation downtown with a few broken windows that the city was begging the overseer to get fixed. This was in a way, true because on the first and second floors there were cubicles and overused coffee machines, as well as a lamination machine and the constant ringing of dry office banter.

But upon closer inspection, especially near the back half of the building, was a secret organization that was only well known after dark. When those office cubicles closed and the last computer shut down, the back door opened and the hostile covers came up on everyone that worked there, but only after dark. To anyone passing by it was just a simple mattress and bedding company; The Fairy Bedding and Mattress Corporation; but all that changes, but only after dark. Next to the conspicuous building was a small pub, an office for lease, and across the down the block a gym and mom and pop corner store. It blended in so well that its other purpose stayed under the radar—especially by those who didn't even know of its "other purpose".

Sighing, the blonde girl makes careful, shaky steps to the side of the building. It was 6:53. Almost dark. She saw a few people leaving in the front, all giving her a look as she refused to make eye contact. She had just got off of her shift at The 3 Zodiac Bar and was aching to go home—but the simple bottle waitress paycheck wasn't helping with anything at all. At one point, Lucy belonged to one of the wealthiest families in Fiore, her father at the top of many lists. But, after Jude Heartfilia died he left a large amount of debt unbeknownst by his daughter and corporation. His business fell prey to unpaid loans and money and soon failed. All Lucy had was the will money, which was barely enough to pay for college at Magnolia Coast University where she would be starting next month. She still managed to hold a nice apartment on Lacrima and Faun, on the third floor that overlooked the water. Her waitress job, and the occasional babysitting job paid for it as well as the rest of the will money. She felt like an embarrassment. Her father was one the richest men in the city; and here she is struggling to live.

Last Week- Wednesday

It was almost the end of Lucy's shift and she was ready to go home and soak in a hot bath. The catcalls and creepy looks combined with the glares from women were enough to make her roll her deep, brown eyes or have a snippy attitude, but she always kept a smile, revealing her row of perfect, white teeth. Salvda Aquarius was really getting on the girls' nerves today, but Lucy felt especially victimized by the blue-haired tyrant.

"Oi, girl, hurry up and clear the tables so I can go. Button your shirt all the way." She growls. Lucy sighs.

"It is buttoned all the way, Salvda."

"Brat, that's Ms. Aquarius to you." Her boss sneers. "Maybe you should lose some of that weight." Lucy shrugs and doesn't let the jabs get to her. All her life she had a very shapely and curvaceous body and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Yes, Ms. Aquarius." Lucy strains. Her rude boss walks away as a small, white haired girl walks up. She's only about 4'11 but is cheery and usually optimistic. Her onyx eyes shined with passion.

"Don't worry about her, Luce. She's been really snappy since her boyfriend broke up with her." She was also a huge gossip. Lucy smiles at the petite girl.

"I know, I know, Plue. I just wish I could earn some more cash. I'm getting by but sometimes I just want some extra stuff, you know?" Plue frowns and sighs.

"I totaled my car last week so I've been having to use all the money I get that's 'extra' towards that." She laments, placing lemonade on a booth and giving a child a napkin. "Here you go sweetie."

"That sucks." Lucy herself decided she preferred walking. It might not be as safe, per say, but she enjoyed seeing the city sights she never could on a secluded estate as a child. In her youth she only went to school and home, and went oversees briefly or to neighboring towns where she would stay in boring hotel rooms.

"Right man? Oi, Lucy. Go handle the dude outside." Lucy glances at the man briefly. He has on shades and a backwards hat. He wears a plain black t-shirt, revealing somewhat of a tattoo. "He was asking for you." The question is apparent in the blonde's eyes' as she makes her way outside; Plue gives her a nervous look.

"Hi, welcome to The 3 Zodiacs, I'm Lucy and today I will be-"

"Write this down now. Here is a pen."

"W-what?" the man doesn't give her a chance to grab anything so she reluctantly gets a napkin.

"30655 West Derei Blvd. Come in through the back. Don't drive a car there—walk. Come only after or right before dark" Lucy gives him a skeptical look. "I know you need money, Lucy. He can help you."

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asks quietly, slightly scared.

"Water to go." She nods and licks her lip before going in to get him a water.

"What'd he want, Luce?" Plue asks, carrying an empty tray between her arm and side, swiping her bangs from her face.

"J-just a water." Lucy replies. She goes back out and hands him the water. He hands her a one dollar bill, gets up, and blends into the crowd, leaving a confused and slightly scared Lucy. She looks down at the napkin, crumpling it up and putting it in her apron pocket. What a creep, she thinks. Sighing, she goes back inside, hangs up the apron and clocks out. She's about to leave when she goes back to the apron pocket and gets out the napkin with the mysterious information on it. She shakes her head. "Bye Plue, bye Virgo." Lucy calls behind her shoulder as she two girls smile and wave.

"Bye Luce. See you tomorrow!"

There wasn't enough power in the world to help her stop shaking right now. Her delicate fingers held the napkin but they kept shaking and wouldn't stop. It wasn't because she was cold, oh no, on this fine fall night it was a nice 72 degrees with a slight breeze. It was because she was scared. She was at the building, approaching the back, and hoping for the best.

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The brutish guy pulls out a cigarette, much to the brunette's disgust. She loathed smoking, because it reminded her of the crap orphanage she grew up at. She remembers distinctly her closest friends there smoking, and it grossed her out so much she eventually told them to stop or she wouldn't talk to them anymore.

They stopped talking to her.

"Can you not smoke?" she asks the guy, as he looks at her over his cupped hand where he is about to try and relight. He chuckles a dry chuckle and shakes his head.

"Sorry, dollface. A smoke makes the euphoria 10x betta'." He states as if it's the easiest thing in the damn world and it frankly pisses the young girl off. "So how much will that be, Cassie?"

"it's Cana." She snaps. She pulls her sweater over herself so she's bundled up more. "And it'll be 150." She tells him.

"I'll give you 175. You were pretty good." She ignores this and instead looks at the ugly hotel carpet. What was wrong with her? Why was she resorting to these things? If only she had the guts to go up to her father, one of the richest men in the country, she could stop doing these things and be with him and never look at these nasty men and places again. She glanced at her reflection in the streaked mirror. Her dark brown, wavy hair was long and flowing, looking at the rope of cigarette smoke that came from the man's mouth, she decided to tie it up. Her eyes were dark brown, and her lips were pink and plush, yet usually in a frown. Her body was a treasure, a beauty to most—but she scowled everytime she looked at herself because so many others already have pried upon it.

"Thanks. Bye." She simply says. She takes the paper, rolled into a rubberband, and leaves the hotel room before the creep gets anymore ideas. She didn't like doing this.

If anything, Cana Alberona hated doing this. She not dared to use the "p" word or even the "e" word. She preferred the phrase "special company". But, she had to eat and sleep somewhere. Her apartment downtown was a small studio but a great escape, especially after a long day and with a bottle of Brandy. She gets on the elevator and smiles at the little girl that smiles at her. The little girl oblivious to the true darknesses of the world that lay hidden in shadows, in the corners that lack sunshine. But Cana is aware of it all, and misses when she thought everything was good, when she believed every family had a dog, a 2 story house, and family game nights. But her nights consisted of mostly, super long showers and intense scrubbing as well as drinking and watching prime time, oldies movies.

The young girl begins to walk to the black car with the tinted windows. She says nothing as she gets into the passenger.

"My cut?" a voice rings. She rolls her eyes but hands him 125 dollars. She got to keep 55. She sighs and looks out the window. The man looks to her and cups her chin as she shakes away.

"Hey, don't worry kid. Any closer to finding your dad?" she shakes her head and wraps herself in her sweater, knees to her chest.

"No, Bacchus." She says abruptly. "Take me home."

"Okay. Want any grub? A drink?" she nods.

"A drink would be good." Bacchus observes the girl next to him and sighs quietly. He drives off after the red light hues to green.

"So uh, we got a new girl today." Bacchus states, Cana chuckles but its cold and lacks amusement. She continues to look out of the window.

"I pray for her. She has no idea what she's gotten herself into." Cana mumbles. At first it doesn't seem so bad, but then it spirals into an uncontrollable repetition. She thinks. The brunette then turns on the radio, not really listening but not wanting to talk to the driver, either. Bacchus pulls up to a small bar near Cana's house. She storms ahead of him and into the building as he rolls his eyes at her.

"Cana wait up. You almost knocked her over." He says referring to the waitress carrying a tray full of drinks, who was now giving Cana a dirty look. "Sorry about her, she had a long day." The shapely brunette is already ordering them drinks and is staring ahead.

"I hate it so much, Bacchus." She whines. He smiles at her and sits down, rubbing her back but she flinches away. "Don't touch me."

"You can quit, you know." Cana looks pissed. She looks infuriated.

"You know fucking well that isn't true. I belong to him and I am his property and I am under some sort of contract. If I try to leave he'll kill me. So why don't you just stop being an insensitve prick, okay?" Bacchus frowns and looks down, a bit embarrassed.

"All you need to do is get money and buy yourself out." She gives him another look, and then downs her drink as soon as she gets it. Wrong choice of words, he thinks.

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"Welcome home, baby!" the small blue-haired girl hugs her parents, her mom openly as she nuzzles her. But she hugs her dad more tensely.

"How have you been mommy? Daddy?" her dad adjusts his glasses, a natural frown on his face.

"The ministry has been fine, dear. So many people have given their life to god, thanks to us." He says. Levy doesn't care about this at all. She found her parents' over-religious ways a bit overbearing and suffocating. Her father was way more involved, to the point of one night dragging her through the church aisle and throwing her onto the chancel, her screams were not enough protest.

5 Years Ago

"All I did was kiss him, daddy!" she shrieks as the grip on her shirt is released harshly. Father McGarden was having none of it. He points a finger at her accusingly.

"Leviana you are lying! I know you're lying! You have sinned with that boy and I know it! But Jesus can forgive you and remove your sins if only you repent!" He tells her as she wipes her red eyes—she's been sobbing the whole way there.

"All we did was k-kiss." She reasons, body shaking.

"He was going to use the words of Lucifer to get you to go farther! Leviana boys do not love you! Boys will never love you! They only want you for one thing and to pry upon your virgin body!"

"Daddy stop!" she screams. Her father doesn't want to hear it and instead storms down the aisle, towards the door. "Daddy NO!" Levy tries to chase after him but falls of off the chancel in haste.

"I should've had a son—he wouldn't have cast himself into damnation this way." At that Leviana stops chasing her father. She slumps on the floor, sniffling as the church doors slam and she's alone. She suddenly becomes very scared. The numerous statues of Jesus and angels are looking down upon her, and it makes her nervous. She crawls under a church pew and covers her ears, then begins crying herself into a troubled sleep.

It was true. Levi McGarden wanted a son that he could pass his ministry onto after he was old and frail. Levy has heard her father say many times that a woman could not keep up the church as a man could, much to her mother's chagrin. From what Levy knew, she was supposed to be a boy—Levi the II. But, on that day her mother gave birth to Leviana, Sona McGarden saw the disappointment in her husband's eyes as she quickly added the "ana" to the girl's name. The hazel eyed, blue-haired child did nothing wrong but was already disliked by her father.

But, Sona was never one to protest—she was a quiet wife, always agreeing, and by her husbands side as the classic "preacher's wife". This very thing is the reason why Levy always went to her mother for comfort, always her mother's comforting pull and scent. Her father would simply shake his head and leave her crying.

She loathed him, but her heart could not bring itself to actually feel that way towards her father.

Levy knows she'll have to go to church with them this Sunday. She was staying home for a week, then going back to school at Magnolia Coast University that Monday.

"So how is school, Leviana?" Her mother ponders while stirring her tea.

"It's great. The studies there are amazing." She gushes. Levy was attending Magnolia Coast University, an English Major in Secondary Education—it was always her dream to be a teacher.

"Any young men catch your eye?" her father asks hopefully, yet sternly from over the top of his glasses. Since he did not have a son, he heavily relied on Levy getting married. The blunette rolls her eyes.

"No, daddy. No one yet." She tells him, sighing. He smirks knowingly. It burns Levy up.

It's not like she was ugly, in fact it was quite the opposite. The small girl had wavy, shoulder length blue tresses and milky white skin that seemed to almost glow. She had a subtle curve to her body in all of the right places, and learned to love herself even with her A chest and small backside. Everything on her matched—a small 5'1 with small features. Boys on campus regularly tried to get at her, but she would refuse. She was too focused on her studies—and frankly, it made her a bit nervous. Unlike what her father believes—Leviana McGarden was 22 and still a virgin. She has never gotten farther than a makeout session, and that was just fine with her. She believed that whomever she was to have sex with, when she does, will be someone she loves deeply and cares for. Her mother instilled this value in her at a young age. Her father did as well, but more harshly, and as she got older he simply dismissed her, assuming she already had lost her virginity.

"That's okay, baby. Well, you must be tired. Go ahead and go up to bed." Her mother rubs her hand and pats it.

"Goodnight, Leviana. Remember to pray before bed." Leviana smiles at her father forcefully before going up the stairs and around the corner, a familiar path she's taken many times. She enters the room and smiles bitterly. She immediately looks at the crucifix decoration above her bed and goes to take it down, she puts it in the drawer harshly and goes for some sleep clothes in her suitcase that her mother just brought up.

"Leviana, your father loves you. He's just—tense, okay? Goodnight baby. Sweet dreams." She kisses her daughter's head of blue hair that matched her own. She closes the door behind her as Levy gets out shorts and a t-shirt.

"That's hard to believe." She mutters. Putting on the clothes, she goes to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Returning back to her room, she immediately gets into bed and turns off the nightstand lamp; the dim glow turning into pitch black as she closes her eyes. She was so tired she fell asleep without praying. Not that she cared.

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The phone continuously rings, and many are gone at this hour. Most people are at home, bonding with their families and having dinner, while the young detective was sitting at her file filled cubicle, cursing everything in the world.

"Fuck… Why is the phone ringing? It's like 9 at night, damn." She grumbles before rolling over to pick up the phone. She places it between her ear and and shoulder, and blows a strand of blonde hair from her eye sight. "Criminal Justice, Magnolia Precinct." Her voice rings happily, immediately switching tones- even though she was dog tired. "Detective Realight."

"When will you be home?"A familiar voice rang; sighing, Jenny loses her professional demeanor and rolls her eyes.

"Hibiki, I already told you to stop abusing this number or we'll have to write you up." The young man just laughs and Jenny can picture him in her mind.

"Who is we? It's not like I called 911." he teases. "Are you seriously still up there?"

"Obviously. Laxus just picked up a new case involving a councilwoman murder and I've been on my toes with it." Hibiki hated when Jenny talked about work, he found it extremely boring.

"Yeah I heard about that, Ultear Milkovich, right?" Jenny nods, her ponytail swishing even though he can't see.

"Yes, her." She hears a thud noise over the phone. "Oi, are you throwing a ball in the house?"

"No, bye." The young man hangs up and she shakes her head, smiling at him. She looks at the engagement ring on her dainty finger and knows everything will be fine. After this case closes, she can get a little more relax time with Hibiki and her friends.

"You're still up here, Realight?" Speaking of, Investigator Sherry Blendy strolls in with two plastic cups of coffee from the diner next door. Jenny sees the beverage and her blue eyes light up.

"Oh, Thank god Sherry you're a life saver!" she grins and begins drinking the coffee, grinning from ear to ear.

"I know. I just stopped up here—I was picking up Ren's laundry, and thought I saw a light on in here. Thought you could need a miracle." Jenny nods before continuing to flip through files. "I hate when Laxus does this—he literally piled this onto 4 people." Laxus Dreyar was the chief of the Magnolia Precinct. He was a very high-strung and strict man who usually piled lots of work on a few peoples' backs', which was taxing yet a compliment at the same time since he only assigned his best detectives and officers.

"I know, I'm one of them." Jenny sighs. "Erza isn't making it any better. She's sending me out into the field tomorrow and I'm pissed." Lieutenant Erza Scarlet. The blonde scowls; but she wasn't going to refuse. Erza was above her, and was very serious about almost everything. Both Jenny and Sherry swear they've only seen the woman smile twice.

"Hey, at least you can have some officers to boss around." Sherry snickers. Jenny smiles at her friend's comment.

"Oh yeah—did you see that Romeo guy? He's a cutie." The pink haired-girl drinks some of her coffee, after giggling and checking her watch. Her dark blue eyes light up.

"Jenny, he's like 20. And you have a hot fiance waiting at home for you." She nods. "Come on, close it up for tonight. I'll walk you out." Jenny could not turn down that offer and begins to gather her things. She gathers her keys, purse, and breifcase- turning out the lights on their way down the hall. "God, Ren made some Alfredo and I'm dying to get my mouth on it." Sherry cheers, flipping her pink hair over her shoulder.

"Is that the only thing you want to get your mouth on, honey? I see that hickey." Jenny tries not to laugh as Sherry's face turns the same shade as her thick head of hair, she tries to use it to cover her neck. "Here, hold this." Jenny hands the blushing woman a box as she locks the doors and makes sure they're secured. "Thanks. See you tomorrow, early."

"Bye, Realight." Both women head to their cars. Jenny places the box in the backseat and sighs, leaning back in her seat. She picks up her smartphone and calls Hibiki Lates. It rings 2 times.

"Hi baby. I should be home now—do you need anything while I'm out?" she asks him sweetly. She hears him banging a pan, Hibiki always made it so Jenny could have a hot dinner when she got home. On days when she worked late, he ate late with her. He was a writer for the Magnolia Happenings Newspaper, covering the new artists section. Hibiki was an artist himself, and loved helping others with talent get discovered.

Right now, all Jenny wanted was to run into his paint covered arms.

"Finally, I'm starving." She playfully rolls her eyes. "Uh, no everything is good. I'll see you when you get home; love you."

"Love you too." She hangs up and puts her phone in her purse before turning on the radio. It was late and all she wanted to do was kick off her heels and change into a big t-shirt. She smiles at the thought. "I hope we're having spaghetti."

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The Next Morning….

"Sting, I'm sorry."

"You fucking screw up. This is my ass!" Sting hits the steering wheel causing Angel to flinch. She hated when Sting got mad, especially when they were alone, he always got infuriated. He would never let her live her mistakes down. Last night, after an appointment, she fell asleep. Unbeknownst to Angel, the sleaze from last night had drugged her drink, and left the hotel without paying her.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep! You know that!" her usually sultry and soft voice is hoarse from yelling.

"I bet you kept all the fucking money for yourself, didn't you? You slut, you probably like getting banged in dingy hotel rooms, don't you?" Angel is used to this treatment but it still hits hard everytime he raises his voice at her, and she gets a burning sensation in her throat.

"No, no I don't!" Sting hits her headrest causing her to screech. "Sting stop! I can get the money!"she reasons, shielding her face.

"Stop shielding your fucking face. I am sick of your shit, Angel. You make it harder for me!" she wipes her tears and opens the door. "Get back in the car, now." He says it dangerously and with venom. Angel walks away and becomes scared as the blonde man, pissed also gets out of the car. She takes off her heels to run.

"No! No Sting!" she pleads but he catches her. His fist comes in contact with one of her purple eyes. "No!" he's too strong and as she tries to pull away he pushes her back against the brick wall, her body thudding against the pavement as the air is knocked out of her. It was early in the morning so only a few people were around until the actual rush hour at 7—not that they cared. They would just continue to drive by.

"You are a fucking worthless piece of shit. No one will love you! You're a whore! So stop screwing up and maybe you can do something with your life! Now go get in the car!" he screams in her face as she doesn't breathe. She holds her eye as she walks back to the car, getting into the passenger. Sting follows close behind her and locks the doors. "Stop all that damn sniffling." She tries to quiet herself as she crosses her arms across her chest, shivering. Sting shakes his head and reaches in the back seat, and hands her a coat. She puts it on and looks out of the window, at the early morning shuffle of people about to go to work. "And make sure you cover that up. It's disgusting as hell." He spats about her eye, turning up the radio.

How did I end up in this nightmare? How has this become of me? Sting is right—I am just some lousy whore. No one could love me. Angel thinks this, but holds in her tears.

"I'm hungry." She says quietly. Sting barely nods and pulls into a drive-thru.

"Hi, Welcome to Flitter's; what can I get you?" the voice rings from the speaker. Sting looks on the menu.

"Can we get a black coffee and the hotcakes, please?" he looks at Angel and sighs. "The blueberry hotcakes." He adds. Angel ignores this and continues to look out of her window, wishing she could just fly away from this. She wishes she could be with her sister, Yukino, back at home. But she was stupid, and decided to run away… what a young foolish girl she was.

Luckily, J took me in. It pains her to even think "Luckily." But, at the time, she was young and just needed a place to sleep at night. She was so pleased with the money she was making, and within two months she already had her own small apartment and was taking online classes.

Everything went sour, fast in a matter of weeks. Her goal now was to get out of her agreement as quickly as possible. It seemed like her freedom was getting farther and farther every day. She felt as if a chain was holding her down. Sting handed her her blueberry pancakes and she began to eat them, folding them like a hotdog and dipping them in syrup. Sting drinks his coffee.

"You should really learn to behave." He scolds her. He put his hand on her leg and runs it up her her thigh, which is revealed in plain black shorts.

"Fuck off." She hisses at him as she just shakes his head. He drives her home.

She gets out of the car, and Sting leaves as soon as she does. She sniffles, still upset and walks up to her apartment. In the lobby she gets numerous looks and a few shake their head. She just glares at them and goes up the stairs because she hates being close to people on the elevator that are constantly judging her—they felt like they were better than her and she despised it, so she usually took the stairs.

But right now, she left like trash and felt as if they were better than her.

When Angel gets up to her apartment, with contemporary decor such as silvers, oranges and whites, she goes straight to her room and takes off her tight clothes, replacing the shorts and tank top with sweatpants and a t-shirt. She then goes to the bathroom and reaches into the cabinet for her sleeping pills, all she wanted to do was sleep. After closing the medicine cabinet, she glares at herself in the mirror. Sting gave her the name Angel because when they first met he said her prescence was heavenly. Her hair was pale blue, long and cascading down to the small of her back. Her face rivaled that of a goddess, skin smooth and lips plushy naturally. Her eyes were small and intimidating. Right now one was swollen. She hissed at her reflection and wiped her tears away harshly, and began splashing water on her makeup drenched face. Water got on the floor and she didn't care as she took 3 pills and laid on the now drenched rug.

She forced herself to sleep.

Chapter One/

Okay so this concludes the first chapter of After Dark. It was long, I know, but I wanted to introduce some of the primary characters of the story. There are a lot more, but this chapter focuses mostly on the main group. As you can see, I will try to keep the characters as in-character as possible so it doesn't become to OOC. If you haven't noticed, the mentioned main characters (so far) mentioned are Lucy, Cana, Levy, Jenny and Sherry, and Angel. Regarding the ages of the characters, it varies person to person—for example Erza is 29 and Laxus is 32, meanwhile Lucy is only 22.

I have looked all over to make sure there are no stories similar to this and didn't find any at all, so I went ahead and wrote this. I had been wanting to write it since November, but I felt like I would be juggling too many stories, but I was getting so many good ideas I just went ahead and started. Do not steal my idea. Don't be an asshole, okay? And if I happened to steal your idea and its actually published on the internet and you show me some proof, I'll take this story down, okay? I swear there was not anything like this, though.

So right now I have about 3 active stories. Those stories are:

Maya's Dilemma, a Girl Meets World Fanfiction : I am on about chapter 9 and I am definitely continuing this story. Hang in tight Lucaya shippers, I have great stuff coming up for you. This story will be around 45+ chapters.

Just Levy, a Fairy Tail Fanfiction: Also continuing. I try to update this story in bulk,Like 4-5 Chapters at a time since I don't have internet and I hate making you guys wait 50 years. This story will be long, at around 60 chapters or so.

And WTF is Fairy Tail On? A Fairy Tail Fanfiction: This is the only story I don't update frequently because I just write things as I get the idea, whereas with my other stories I'll sit, think, and marinate on good storytelling. This story may be long or may be short, depending on how many chapters I post. It isn't a canon kind of thing, it only has small mini-arcs and oneshots that are mostly unrelated to eachother.

THINGS TO KNOW:

Salvda Aquarius: Aquarius

Chancel: The stage area in a church, but it's not called a stage in very strict churches, as they refuse to view church as a "performance" and naming their chancel a "stage" would do so.

Church Pew: The bench thing in churches.

Italics Indicate thoughts and things that happened in the past. Both will be marked. Thoughts in the past will either be bolded and in italics or I'll simply state "he thought/ she thinks while…"

That's it. I just wanted to get this information out there.

Hope you like this.

-Simsgal

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