Pairings will be varied, as many saw, I don't latch onto just one and run with it, I'm flexible…though Van's a little shite and decided he wanted Lucy a bit more than the other boys lol

That Said. I don't own the Pradesh boys, Desna's Version of the FT world...or FT itself. ..The core of Team Natsu wouldn't be so abusive if I did.

Anyone is free to use these prompts, they're simply out there on the Internet, I just grabbed the one that I liked some of the prompts a lot...and a break from a large story can always help give a person new insight.

Also, if anyone feels like continuing the small snippets, feel free. these are random "story seeds", quick stories to perhaps build off in the future..only thing I'd like is to be able to see it.

Seriously, anyone wants to pick this up? feel free. just lemme see the result.

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Fire ball

The First Moment She knew something was wrong, was the heat, then there was the concussive force that seemed to sweep over her. Her mind rattled as she slowly picked herself up. The world swam and she felt unbalanced.

She heard another explosion, looking up as fire streaked across the sky, slamming into another building and she cringed, arms covering her head. She hated this sort of thing and her mind started sorting facts.

She Vaguely heard yelling, some in terror as she willfully brought herself to her feet and leaned on a building. Right. Research, that's why she was here, right? She brought a hand to her mouth, blew in it and sniffed. Still spring break, the fire ball whiskey had a distinct scent and she'd rather become addicted to the burn to hell dull her head. So close to getting her D.S.W. that's why she was in..Alta right? She forced her mind to work, to keep it clear as she heard and felt explosions going on. The woman had put off field work until something truly came to her head…and helping out in Alta seemed like a good idea. Not so much anymore. A few things started clicking as she heard a voice in her ear, eyes changing for a second before facts ran through her mind, then she nodded and mumbled, "understood."

More fire seemed to rain from the sky, though she just cringed with each step. She was sure there was a consulate around here where she could get safety…if they let her in. She barely heard the yelling, well no, it wasn't yelling. Too organized, probably soldiers and orders, great.

"Lucky Lucy, My ass," She mumbled as she carefully rounded a corner and came right into a very hard chest, "…fuck my life." She wasn't even sure she had the energy to look up, but she hadn't been shoved back, an arm had wrapped around her. She knew she should panic, but she was fairly sure between the Fireball whiskey, the fireballs in the air…and the smoke, she was pretty lucky to be alive. The building next to her and the mystery man exploded and she felt her eyes roll back, the shockwaves finally disrupting what little bit of a grip she had and she fell into darkness, wondering if her friends were freaking out back home and if the drop hadn't gotten blown up…this was bound to be on the news.

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She woke to a muffled argument, barely listening as she lolled her head to the side. The voices were musical to her, deep, silky, and anything Holy above, she wished she could think straight.

"we're in the middle of a war zone! What if she had been part of the attacking force!"

A lazy sounding voice spoke, "nah, she's got her passport on her and everything." There was a clicking of the tongue and a low whistle, "damn."

"would you stop being so damn nosey, Van?" It was a third voice, calm, but obviously aggravated.

"nope, this woman's out here doing humanitarian work.." he snorted, "for a degree in Social working."

She let out a groan, speaking, "fuck you. Get out of my shit."

There was some laughter and her eyes slowly opened. She let out a hiss at the lights and closed them before slowly opening them again, "where the hell am I?"

"An Airship, out of Alta," her eyes slowly moved, raking over the room until she saw three of the most panty wetting, ripped men she'd ever encountered. With a big brother in the military, that was saying something. She took a moment, slowly sitting up.

"So, Miss…Heartfilia-Dreyer…"

"Just Dreyer. Less of a mouthful…less annoyance from my older brother," She panted and then made a face, hand going up to her ear before she felt the bandages, "did it rupture?"

A soothing man, with dark hair and eyes that made her think of the nightsky sat down on the edge of the bed, "Yes, it did, keep it covered."

"fuck my life, Laxus is gonna skin me alive…" She whined as she slumped.

The man with the lazy voice, and some of the most exotic red eyes she'd ever seen leaned forward, "wait. Laxus Dreyer…as in the one man that's managed to make tesla guns work in the field? Dubbed The Thunder God?"

She gave a flat look, "with my fucking help. Took two years in our basement to make one." The men chuckled a bit and shook their heads and she rolled her eyes, "okay, you guys know my big brother….Special Ops?"

"damn, you're smart," The lazy, red eyed man spoke. She thought one of them called him 'Van', who names their kid after a vehicle? Parents are odd some times.

She shrugged, "I grew up in a military family, Lax went SpecOp and Postal last year when I said I was going to do this sort of shit for my research and final thesis." She went to stretch and then groaned as she slumped back, sighing as the hulk of a man with dark hair helped her lay back so she didn't hit her head on the wall.

"Careful. You're not going to be right for at least two weeks…" he trailed off, looking to the two other men in the room.

"I'd ask for your names," she said, "but…I know that won't happen right now." She moved to shift and lay down, "Just…when you contact lax…don't tell him I'm hung over…and got blown over by a fireball."

All three laughed and shook their heads at the small woman and then waited before walking out into the hallway.

"we probably shouldn't tell her that Laxus is onboard…"

"Van…"

"Oh, Come on, Cris…I wanna see the reunion," he chuckled, even as the bag was yanked out of his hands, "c'mon, give it back."

"damn spy, that's a lady's bag," Cris scowled and opened the door, gently laying it inside and closing it.

"Ladies" came a deep rumble from down the hallway, "you're all pretty, but Kaleb's got you beat."

"fuck you, Zen," The third male crossed his arms on his chest, brushing the braid of platinum blond hair over his shoulder and scowled as the other two laughed.

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"Lucia Anna Heartfilia-Dreyer!" The voice boomed through the hallways the next day. The burly blond man hadn't bothered to close the door in his anger and he looked down at the small woman.

"Laxus Alexander Dreyer," She spoke in a droll tone, looking up from what she was writing. "what's up, Sparkplug?"

Vander was near giddy and had trailed after the stalking blond the moment he found out about their guest and was leaning on the doorway, watching.

"What the fuck did I tell you about going to Alta?! Or Deisterio at all?!" He loomed over the small woman, and Vander had to give her credit. She didn't flinch at all. In Fact, she looked almost bored, which made him curious.

The woman waved a hand, "Something, something, civil war, something something…blah blah rage…electrical explosion." She looked at him and shrugged slightly, Vander barely able to hold in his sicker. She was feisty that was for sure.

"You weren't supposed to be here!" His hands were on the railing for the medical bed and Laxus leaned down, growling, "you could have fucking died!"

Lucy let out a very faint sigh, "and I could have died if I'd have gone to the Ca-elum Congo. I'm doing missionary work, Lax.." she gave him a soft smile, "though…really…with the Congo it'd probably be some virus that ate me up from the outside and left me a very unpretty blob of flesh and blood."

Vander had never seen the larger man break down, but he watched as Laxus grabbed the woman into a hug, buried his head in her hair and cried. His eyes were soft as the woman wrapped her arms around him and murmured softly, "it's okay, Lax, shh, I'm alive. I'm fine..okay? shhh, let it out, big guy."

Vander watched the two for a good ten minutes before the normally gruff man stood back, "no more, you're going home as soon as we touch down on the bosco border."

The woman slowly arched an eyebrow, "are you ordering me to do something, big brother?"

Laxus opened his mouth and shut it, jaw clenching, "…suggesting?"

"Suggestion Denied." The woman picked up the notebook and then smacked him on the nose. "now, out…you brought clothes, I want to change."

Vander arched an eyebrow before sliding into the room and the small closet that was right there. He waited until he heard Laxus close the door and slowly opened the closet, watching the woman.

She sighed as she stood, wobbling a little before she stood and then peeled out of the clothes she'd been retrieved in. He watched, taking in her body and smirking at the curves that he'd felt under those baggy clothes. What he didn't expect was the tattoo on her hip. His eyes narrowed a bit, seeing the circle of stars surrounding a rose. He knew that symbol…and he had to wonder how in the world the woman was keeping it from her brother.

He slowly slunk out of where he was hiding, sliding up behind her. His hand came up as her leg whipped around and he caught it, staring down at her and arching an eyebrow. Vander purred as he kissed the bare leg, "…so just a college student, hmm?"

The honeyed eyes narrowed, but it was obvious she wasn't going to be too loud, not unless she wanted that tattoo out in the open. Her voice hissed, "what do you know."

"Rose and Stars, symbol of a supposedly so far covert spy network called Tartarus that it's a damn myth." He looked at her eyes, seeing the fire light in them and wagged a finger, "brother's outside…if you're not careful…"

She took a breath through her nose and slowly let it out, "fuck. Let me go."

"no kicking," Vander arched an eyebrow and didn't let go until she nodded. He watched her for a moment and arched an eyebrow, "well?"

"I'm not telling you anything," She slowly pulled on a pair of leggings that covered the tattoo.

"You're hackers and are considered borderline terrorists," Vander smirked as he backed her against the bed, making sure to keep his voice low.

lucy repressed the snarl she wanted to let out, but continued to dress, leaning back with amazing flexibility to put on a clean bra, "revolutionaries. Difference."

"you were in Alta on purpose," He didn't ask, he watched her eyes, studying them and saw them narrow.

The woman let out a soft huff, "no shit, Sherlock? Then I got fireballs to the face…well…kind of…at least a small rupture in my eardrum.." She let out a squeak as the larger body covered hers and her eyes rolled back and her hand slapped over her mouth to muffle a low moan.

"LUCY! LET'S GO!"

They both snapped apart, the woman moving to hurriedly dress and she gave Vander a cross look, "I'm coming, Sparkplug! Stars! It takes a bit to get dressed!"

Vander watched as the woman literally sped through getting dressed, sliding on a pair of kneeboots last. She gave him a warning look before she walked to the door and slid out, smiling.

"C'mon, Big brother.." her voice was far too sweet from what vander could hear. This woman was dangerous, beautiful, dangerous…and he really should report her. Maybe he would..after a bit of a chase.