Hey ladies and gents!

If you've followed me a while back, I'm finally trying to be active again!

It's been a long two years of depression and all sorts of things, so I'm trying to update and create new stories biweekly.

SO

What I have instore for this one is simply a rewrite of an old fic, it's not one i ever posted, but made simply just for a friend.

one out of the few others i plan to write is going to be called "I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry" based off the vocaloid song "Gomenne Gomenne" although it's not gonna involve ALL of the gory details of that song, but a very toxic household a charecter is trying to escape from. Haven't figured out the main ship yet, but it will be mainly classfied as HORROR instead of ROMANCE.

If you're new, WELOME TO MY SHITTY WRITING!

I try my best.

I don't own fairy tail, or brands, music, etc mentioned in any of my stories.

Also ships now won't stay permanent, this is planned to be, and is GOING to be NALU. (with side ships ofc) Any relationships Lucy/Natsu have right now will be ended and they will end up together.


"What'll it be this time, girly?" A woman with deep blue eyes spoke. Her smirk on her face seemed to invite in the person she was speaking to, but in reality, it was all just an act for the blonde woman sitting on the barstool infront of her.

"Whiskey, on the rocks." The blonde seemed to have no emtion, she fiddled with her naturally flat hair and just starred blankly at the counter. Her doe brown eyes seems to be cloudy, but not a tear was insight, for she wouldn't let the sadness get to her. Her body was slanted, hunched over the countertop. She wore a just a plain cropped tank top, with pants that were cropped as well towards the ankle. Her feet were graced with black sandle heels, but only to be lifted two inches.

She swayed her foot back and fourth, but smirked when the brunette came back with her delicious drink. She grabbed the drink without hesitation and started glupping it down, asking for another one quickly. The brunette hesitated to fill her desires at first, but felt sympathy for the poor girl, sitting at her bar. Again the blonde glupped it down, asking for another.

"Lucy." The brunette said sternly. "Know your limits." The kind brunette wasn't just saying this so she wouldn't have to take care of another wasted customer, but because this blonde, Lucy, was her friend. "I know its been a while since you've seen them. Two years to the day to be exact, but-"

"Be quiet Cana." Lucy muttered, but Cana still seemed to catch her uttered response. "You're here to serve me, because I'm paying, not give me advice."

"I'm just saying girly." Cana shrugged. "I know your limits, usually you only have two. I just don't want you getting hurt or-"

"Hurt?" Lucy laughed. "I'm already hurt." The blonde chuckled to herself. Cana didn't want to press the issues further, she know Lucy would just go ballistic if she did, and she couldn't have another broken barstool. But Cana could read her like an open book. The woman had been coming almost every night for the past year and a half, but this is the first time she's seen her in a while.

The brunette was forced to keep serving the blonde drinks, she couldn't afford to lose her job just because she was trying to support a friend better then the alcohol could. But it seemed alcohol was the only antidote for Lucy at the moment, and Cana wished to gods that the poor girl could dig herself out of this ditch she was falling deeper into.

"I've got a kid at home too." Lucy said, conversing with the middle aged man right next to her, feeling buzzed and free. Oh shit. "Oh, fuck, I need to get home." Lucy muttered checking the time. 11:43. God she was gonna be so mad with Lucy. That's unfair.

Lucy paid for the rest of her drink and rushed outside the bar, walking to her apartment that was luckily only a block away, so she never had to drive.

The blonde reached the ragged door and searched inside her bag for her key. Jumbling around, she finally found it, and creaked open the door. Good, nobody there, maybe she was asleep.

Lucy set her purse down and kicked off her shoes. She creaked open her fridge door to grab a beer and plop down on the couch. Listen to some TV while she got as drunk as she could be.

The TV started up, of course it was on the news chanel, that's what she left it on this morning before she left for work, and she hadn't turned it on since then.

"We come back to you, Ladies and Gentlemen, to inform you that this group of arsonists with their weird tactics have striked again. This time, they hit Lamia scale National Library just off 3rd street, remains that left behind, was obviously fire, and shards of metal. Police investigated further, to see that the water supply in the building, had all been frozen solid! We still don't know how-"

"That's a bit to the extreme, don't you think?" Lucy jolted and turned around. Fuck, she was awake.

There stood a short, little girl, a teenager at most, with deep blue long locks. Messy, as it seemd she had just woken and gotten out of bed. Her brown eyes were half shut, and screamed 'tired.' Her petite figure wore a plain tank with plaid pajamas, and she cuddled a white little cat in her arms.

Lucy rubbed her head. "Wendy..." She started. "I'm sorry I got home so late, I know you needed homework help and I just-"

"It's okay Lucy." Her smile seemed genuine. "I know its that day, please don't stress yourself so hard." Wendy walked up to her and gave her a soft hug. Lucy ushered her back to bed, because it was a school night for her tomorrow.

Lucy seemed to magically get tired after seeing the little girl so slumberless. She turned off the TV and the living rooms lights, took a hot shower and readied her self for bed. She had work tomorrow anyway and had a little one to take care of, but she wasn't really little anymore, was she?

Wendy and lucy didn't always live together. Infact, they aren't even siblings. Wendy was abdonned, left cold and on the streets when she was only eleven. The poor child went from door to door, to find shelter. It was raining heavy that day.

Finally, Lucy had answered the door to her when no one else did. What she saw was a girl, beaten and battered, bruises and malnuroushied.

Lucy rushed the girl in, for it looked like she was about to collapse, and frankly, she did.

The bluenette slept on the couch while Lucy called the police, but nobody could identify the poor girl. Of course there were legal issues to go through, but Lucy made it her mission to give this girl a life better then what she lived, and took full custody of the girl, because nobody could find living relatives for this girl.

Lucy soon learned that the poor girl was kidnapped, and had been growing up in a brothel. Lcukily, her innocence had be spared, but the threat of it being taken away was what gave the little one the courage to run past all her fears and make her way onto Cait Street, one of the most popular streets down in Magnolia where they lived.

She's fifteen now.

Lucy wasn't the only one who lived in her house at the time, but since then, that roomate had moved out, around two years ago and a year ago, she got a new one. Though he was almost is never home

But it seemed like this was one of those days where he was home, because when she crawled into bed, a large figure had enveloped her in a large cuddle. She snuggled on up to him, and felt the warmth radiating off of him, something comforting for the days she felt alone. Her mind was drifiting off to sleep, but before that happened, the man nipped at her neck.

"Sting!" She silently screeched. The man giggled.

She turned to face him, she pouted. The man had spikey blonde locks, same blonde as her own hair, with deep blue stormy eyes. He was tall and toned and over all a handsome man. he was shirtless, after all it was starting to get warmer, spring was coming around, but atleast he wore pajama pants.

"What'd you do that for?" she yelped. He planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Just wanted to hear you scream." He winked. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Whatever dumb dumb, just got to sleep." Lucy rested her head on his chest as his arms wrapped around her, feeling more possesive then usual. Soon they both fell asleep.

Unware of the figure, peeking at them through her window.


ALRIGHT UHM SO THAT WAS QUITE SHORT BUT I PROMISE CHAPTERS WONT EVER BE THIS SHORT AGAIN.

I kinda just wanted to see how this would do at first, because I'm not sure people will like, but expect big things and long chapters to come alone the way!

This one is only around 1500 words, but I'm proud because the first written chapter version was only like 500

so i've made progress.

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