Dark Fairytales: Natsu × reader part three

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Your journals were beautiful but filled with pain and sadness. You could draw, but you never shared your talent with everyone. You drew everyone and you with them smiling and joining in on their fun, but you never did that. You feared what would happen if you got attached to them and were taken. Would they suffer the same fate you did as a child or worse? You could barely live with yourself losing your children to a monster; if you lost them, it would have been the end of you.

You were putting yourself in life-threatening situations that almost ended your life on more than one occasion. You didn't value your life because, in the end, you would end up in a pit of hell because of your curse. Reading your journals was heartbreaking, and Wendy had to take a break once in a while, and so did Lucy and Juvia. Ezra was trying to be strong, and so was everyone else reading them, but there was a lot of stuff that happened to you that wasn't remotely fair.

You drew you with your kids often, the only thing keeping you going. You were trying to find the remaining people who could have escaped like you did or the people who hurt you. But the place you were at was destroyed by a magic bomb. You were probably the only surviving person from that horrific place. You drew the monsters you were seeing, which were horrendous, and it scared Gajeel and Grey several times and Erza, too.

"Okay, so any leads on where she could be?' Levy asked after closing the journal she was reading after seeing a monster you drew.

"No, other than where these people would throw babies in and used livestock as what they called them. We just need to figure out where it goes, but we don't even know what spell was used or how long that portal was even there for," Juvia said.

"Her mother said she was the keeper," Gray said.

"What?" Erza asked.

"Yeah, um. I had to stop reading Y/n's journals. They were making me sick, but her mother said she was a keeper and was hoping never to pass it on to her. It doesn't go into detail, but apparently, her mother heard voices, more or less the person in the pit. She is the tenth generation of keepers. Only the firstborn can be a keeper unless they die; then, if they don't have kids, it passes to the next of kin. It's a mark or something," Gray said.

"You don't think her family is responsible for the pit, do you?" Gajeel asked.

"Whatever is down there? Y/n started hearing voices before Y/n was taken. It says so in her journals. It doesn't say what she was hiding, but whatever it was, it had to be awful. It's not mentioned anymore except the voices and seeing monsters in her sleep," Gray said.

It had been a week and a half since you went missing. Natsu was feeling it because, once again, you put yourself in danger. You didn't tell anyone because you wanted them to have a good life, but what about you? You mattered to him. He was stuck on a picture of you and your boys. You were smiling, and he was in that picture with you. The image was drawn about a year into joining the guild. He remembered when Romeo's father went missing, and you went after him with Happy and Lucy. You were in the guild a full day before that happened. You couldn't stand to see Romeo cry, and even though Gramps didn't seem to care, he did; he just didn't want the boy to get hurt.

You were so kind to him and even got down to his level to talk to him; then, after giving him a flower, you went off to help his father with them. You weren't so kind to the monsters you fought and had to save them all, but it worked out in the end. Since then, you have been keeping everyone's bacon at any cost to you. Even if you were close to death, you never backed down from a fight. You joined the guild four years ago, and the one thing he knew for sure was that your life was rough because of how you fought. Even if you were at death's door, it was like something demonic was keeping you alive. Even if the odds were heavily against you, you never gave up.

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