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In the Bones: Part One

Title: In the Bones

Rated: M (for violence and later chapters)

Words: 10K+

Summary:  Natsu and Lucy are from warring clans, each acting as a powerful warrior for their people. Natsu’s clan consists of skilled blacksmiths, crafting weapons from the earth and enchanting them with lost elemental magic. Lucy’s people are Spiritwalkers, powerful seers who can make contracts with ancient spirits from the bones they leave behind. (enemies to lovers AU)

AN: New AU for @constellunaa‘s birthday! Happy birthday Shana! Have a lovely day <3 This one is based on her warring clans AU which is AMAZING.

*also on FF, so please be sure to drop a review there and follow the story if you want to!


Lucy bends low over the bowl before her, cupping her hands to trap the gust from her lungs as she breathes life into the broken, forgotten splinters of bone. Cracked ribs lay before her, as well as the remains of a smashed skull, barely the size of her palm, small enough to cradle. They rattle when she blows warm air against them, shifting slightly, and she grins. Excitement sweeps through her, her hands trembling, and she has to steady herself before trying again.

She takes a deep breath, golden eyes slipping shut as she pushes passed her nerves, readying herself. Her eyes snap open once more, a faint shimmer of blue in her irises, and this time when she breathes into them, a pale, ghostly blue glow pulls from her lungs. It fans across the bones, and they quiver, clacking together wildly as she leans back, waiting for the creature to form, long forgotten pieces of itself finally becoming one.

Her eyes slam shut, her heart stuttering in her chest, and she bites her lip. Lucy’s lungs go still, the oxygen leaving her in a rush, and she reminds herself not to panic, her mind used to the loss of breath, though her body constantly rejects the feeling. Her lungs scream for air, her spirit flickering as she continues to breathe against the bones she found days earlier while out in the woods.

Eventually, she runs out of air, the blue glow leaving her and washing across the rattling bones, the sound growing so loud she can barely think. Lucy gasps for breath, coughing slightly, and winces as her chest aches, her life-force growing thin for a moment before coming back to her.

The consequences of walking with spirits were the first things Lucy was taught as a child, her mother making her promise never to spread herself too thin. There’s only so much a Spiritwalker can take, their lives much more fragile than others.

The bones fall silent a moment later. The rattling stops suddenly, and her eyes snap open, gold flickering in the early morning light spilling in through the open window. The wool rug beneath Lucy tickles at her skin, and the bones are quiet, as if nothing happened. For a moment, she frowns, eyes narrowing as she stares down at them, but then they shift again, though not because of her.

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In the Bones: Part Two

Title: In the Bones

Rated: M (for violence and later chapters)

Words: 7K

Summary:  Natsu and Lucy are from warring clans, each acting as a powerful warrior for their people. Natsu’s clan consists of skilled blacksmiths, crafting weapons from the earth and enchanting them with lost elemental magic. Lucy’s people are Spiritwalkers, powerful seers who can make contracts with ancient spirits from the bones they leave behind. (enemies to lovers AU)

AN: New AU for @constellunaa‘s birthday! Happy birthday Shana! Have a lovely day <3 This one is based on her warring clans AUwhich is AMAZING.

*also on FF, so please be sure to drop a review there and follow the story if you want to!

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Natsu turns back to the forge, heat sweltering as he continues to melt down iron for another weapon, a request from Erza for something special. Sneering, he turns away from the fire, eyes rolling. Erza is good for their business, but he can’t imagine where she keeps all her weapons or even begin to fathom why she needs so many. Natsu’s first blade stayed with him for nearly a decade until he was forced to leave it behind at the lake, the weapon dull and chipped with age.

The weapons are ceremonial to his family, the Dragneel line older than most in the Dragonborne clan. In some stories they even founded the clan, learning their magic from the dragons themselves, their family a long line of fire users. Other legends state that a descendant of the Dreyar family stole lightning from the Gods to defeat a great evil. All are just stories, but the Dragneel line has always taken great pride in their name.

Each of them are gifted a weapon on their tenth birthday and taught how to enchant the metal themselves. Igneel still has his first weapon after thirty odd years, a small dagger with a pearl embedded in the hilt. He takes it with him everywhere, even if he no longer uses it. Even Mikhail, Gajeel’s father, still keeps his very first battle axe, though he chose to take his wife’s name.

It’s odd to him, how Erza seems to discard her weapons when they dull.

Erza’s a fierce warrior, even if she can’t control elemental magic herself, he won’t deny that, but she builds no trust in her weapons with how many she has. Learning to use a blade isn’t the same as having faith that it will protect you. In the same way he doesn’t trust weapons not made by his hands, he doesn’t trust a blade he isn’t familiar with, even if the design is similar.

He wouldn’t dare tell her that, however. Erza’s temper is an awful thing. Perhaps when he was younger he would antagonize her, but he’s learned better over the years. He could only suffer so many hits from the older girl before realizing he’d had enough.

Of course, that doesn’t stop him from running his mouth around her at times.

He settles into the old, wooden chair he keeps in the forge for slow days. Unlike Gajeel, he’s nearly finished his orders for the week, spending nearly every waking hour in the forge since his encounter with Lucy and the Skinwalker. The fire is the only thing that keeps the image of it from his mind, the rotten flesh and inhuman muzzle of the creature burned into his thoughts. It haunts his thoughts and dreams, stealing into his sleep and waking him in the dead of night.

He never would have believed Lucy if he hadn’t seen it for himself, and he doubts anyone else would believe what he saw. Gajeel would mock him for his stories and Igneel would think him sick, not that Natsu would blame either of them. He hardly believes himself at times.

The only good to come from the images plaguing him has been his work ethic.

Natsu rolls Lucy’s pendant between his fingers, the bone smooth against his calloused fingertips, a calming presence at his side. A distraction. He’s been playing with it more recently, ever since they met near the lake that day, nearly a week ago. Ever since he caught a look at their monsters and heard the stories Lucy told him. At times he can hardly believe what he saw and what he heard, a beast dressed in rotting flesh. And the sound it made.

His grip grows tight on the carved bone, a shiver wracking his spine. Natsu has dreams about that sound, the screaming that sounded more animal than man, but like nothing else he has ever heard. It rattled him more than Natsu would ever be willing to admit. And the thought of being chased by one of those things again, of having his skin pulled back and stolen from him, it makes him sick down to his very core.

They stayed in that thicket for what seemed like hours, until the last rays of the sun were dimming in the sky and Lucy warned him that they needed to leave. They hunt at night, she told him, afraid to see themselves in the light. She left him at the edge of the forest, her wolves circling the pair of them as they crept through Dragonborne territory. She was on edge the entire walk, one hand on her weapon, and it was only then that Natsu realized he’d forgotten his own by the water, though he didn’t dare go back for it, not so close to dusk.

Cold fingers wrap around his shoulder.

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In the Bones: Part 3

Title: In the Bones

Rated: M (for violence and later chapters)

Words: ~7K

Summary: Natsu and Lucy are from warring clans, each acting as a powerful warrior for their people. Natsu’s clan consists of skilled blacksmiths, crafting weapons from the earth and enchanting them with lost elemental magic. Lucy’s people are Spiritwalkers, powerful seers who can make contracts with ancient spirits from the bones they leave behind. (enemies to lovers AU)

AN: New AU based on @constellunaa’s warring clans AU which is AMAZING.

*also on FF, so please be sure to drop a review there and follow the story if you want to!

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The trees are quiet for the first time in days as she wanders through the woods, not a sound but the rush of the wind and the panting of her spirits as they dart through the trees, trotting along beside her. The wolves appear to float as they run, barely making contact with the ground, paws merely skimming the earth. They’re faded at the edges, translucent in the light, hazy. It’s been days since she last sent them back to their bones, afraid to be without them in the forest.

It’s risky, she knows, to keep them awake for so long. Without rest they could crumble to dust, and that isn’t what she wants at all. Lucy has seen many spirits lose their ways, their bones beginning to rot due to neglect. It is not a pretty sight. They become feral, malevolent, and turn on their masters without preamble. It is rare for it to happen, especially now, when the spirits are needed the most, but it is a possibility.

She’ll have to let them rest tonight. Send them to sleep for a day or two, let them gather back the energy they’ve lost over the last few days. Lucy’s watched them dim further and further each day, the wolves ghosts of themselves. Perhaps she could call a different spirit during the night: her Lion, her Lamb.

The wolves don’t appear to mind either way, Plue toddling along beside her and Fen and Sharsa weaving through the undergrowth in a strange game, chasing each other. They don’t go more than a hundred feet in any direction, staying close to her side, though she doesn’t blame them for that. They know the Skinwalkers far better than her. Lucy has seen them in the trees few times in her life, but she’s never been ripped apart by those monsters.

If she had, she doubts she would ever come back to these woods.

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