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With a sigh, she looked down at the small crate in her arms. Multiple bags and small jars were nestled inside the wooden frame, each filled with different herbs and flowers. Some had been rather hard won, but if Porlyusica found a use for them as Lisanna hoped, it would have been well worth the effort.

In her younger years, Lisanna had spent a fair amount of time at the healer’s house, and not always because of injuries to herself, but because she enjoyed the company (though her Fairy Tail family had never quite known or understood that). Since her return from Edolas, everything had seemed to happen in a rush, with little time for her to truly reconnect with others, simply having to continue on, pushed along by the waves. But now? Fairy Tail was gone and things seemed…settled. As hard as it was to feel as if she had lost people she considered family, again, there was something to be said for the sense of freedom she felt now.

Her heart wasn’t exactly light, but it was telling her the time had come to start choosing her own path. And the path she wanted was one that had her as someone who made time to visit the people she cared about.

She just hoped the very woman she wanted to see still cared about her in return.

Taking a few steadying breaths as she stepped up to the door, she put on a smile.

“Knock-knock~! Special delivery!”

lucy’s left arm had some bandages on it but that was the best she could do for the moment. she had complained to levy about the burns she got on her last quest from an enemy fire mage (natsu had enjoyed that battle, though, he did get a free meal) and it was laxus who came over and basically commanded her to come her.

she knocked on porlyusica’s door. she really hoped she wouldn’t be in the middle of something at the moment. then again, she did seem willing to help before. and well. lucy was NOT about to argue with laxus about anything. 

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it had been some time after the war. and lately, because of near death experiences and the like, laxus had been. wondering, thinking even when he tried to ignore it but it came to him at the strangest of times. he found himself gazing at that photograph a lot whenever he was alone, the one that all those years ago his father left him. of laxus and both of his parents. laxus was very young in it and according to the date on the back, he was three. they were all smiling. it was like from another lifetime.

it was the only photo he personally had of his mother. he knew where her gravestone was and when no one else was there to witness it, he would visit it. he attempted to use guild records to get more information on her, because she was an s-class mage. (that was something he knew of her.) but there wasn’t much. which surprised him and annoyed him at the same time. and laxus was not about to ask makarov about her because in the past, whenever he did, it was like talking to a wall. and it annoyed him. 

(the idea of asking his father was laughable.)

which is how laxus ended up here. the forbidden fruit of his childhood was visiting his own grandmother. makarov often told him when he was younger that she didn’t like to be bothered and it was best he avoided her home in the forest, unless she was called upon for injuries. he felt guilty even now with being here, bothering her. it was an old feeling. the photograph was tucked into his jacket, hidden from view and right by his chest. he didn’t know why he brought it with him. surely she knew who he would be talking about. he attempted to come before, but he was told by a strange woman that porlyusica was not around and he should come back later.

that happened three weeks ago.

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ivan was halfway around fiore when zilla’s message came through. and he was surprised about it because he never expected to see her thought projection in front of him. it was almost an ode to the past, but she looked ... troubled and said he should come to magnolia. he thought, at first, it was about the research notes but put that thought aside. if it was that, she would have came to him in person. it was something else dire, but she was not privy to exactly what. but she felt the need to contact him nonetheless.

so here he was, back in magnolia hours later. it had rained and the post-storm feeling was in the air as he trekked his way through magnolia forest. it was an easy route, one he had done many times since his childhood. he could do this walk with his eyes closed and hands tied behind his back because as much as mangolia’s terrain had changed over the years, for ivan, the path to his mother’s home was always the same. 

he did not like the feeling he got when he came. there was ... something different about the home itself and ivan did not know what to make of it. it discomforted him because he HATED not knowing such things. he hated feeling unprepared and that was what he felt. he didn’t need to knock, he never had to and so he opened the door and his eyes fell immediately on the form of his mother. she looked tired, which was not altogether so different, but this tiredness. it made him alert. there was something more going on.

something that affected her. something deeply and for all the years he’s known his mother there was only one time he’s seen her so tired and that was at the death of rob. but that was the depression she felt after losing someone so ... warm. 

WHO in the fuck had their house so far out in the middle of nowhere? katsuki had been walking for like two hours because no one warned him that the old hag he was shadowing lived so far from the train station. he’d have thought to reserve a taxi or some shit. no wonder no one had ever fucking heard of her. 

ALREADY annoyed by the trip & he hadn’t even met her yet. stalking towards the door, he let out an irritated sigh - this was going to fucking suck. 

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He waved off Gildarts with an easy grin as the other one rushed back to the guild, it felt as if something had slotted into place for Ivan. There was a sense of pride now, knowing that he, with his best friend, had completed their first true mission together as Fairy Tail members. Where Gildarts wished to go back, report to the guild and his father, Ivan found himself drifting more towards letting his mother know he was back and safe. It was not a too dangerous mission, nothing he and Gildarts couldn’t handle (words said by his father, which surprised him as he didn’t think his father thought much for his own magic) but he was determined now.

Though the split had been as amicable as divorces could go, Ivan still found himself unbalanced by it. He could not say he was surprised by it. He had told Gildarts as much when asked. His father was not...the family man that people saw him by, but that never bothered Ivan much because at least he was a full fledged guild member now. His father had to see him. (Right?)

He pushed those thoughts aside and made his way through the Forest to the familiar house of his mother’s. He never bothered knocking because it was his home as much as it was her’s. It certianly felt better than the house he stayed with his father in. Besides, he came here with a gift. The first thing he bought with his earned money was a book for his mother, an old one about old Earthland Healing Magic. Gildarts had teased him, calling him a mamma’s boy, but Ivan just rolled his eyes. 

almost, she would have scoffed. of course she knew the members of the guild an old friend of hers had founded. the mere idea that somehow, she might not have kept in touch with someone who had always been reliable — it did not make much sense for her. then, she recalled that as far as the mages of his generation were concerned, she was an angry old woman who lived in the woods and who reacted … poorly to visitors.

“ goldmine is an old friend of mine, ” she said with a shrug. “ not of your makarov’s, however. and i do know brent, too. he has shown up here a few times. ”

oh good. he was in the clear then. she Did Not Know. he wasn’t ... comfortable about sharing any sort of romantic or well, sexual past with anyone in his family and he was not about to start now with his grandmother. he heaved a sigh of relief. but also. brent? “he is ...  a nice guy.” and a good kisser but that was not relevant information.