#Gajevy fanfic

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» AO SEU LADO — FTU

⟅25.09.2024 — o filho (desaparecido) está de volta para o projeto do FTU, pensar que fazia ANOS que estava em hiatus :') olhando para minhas antigas capas do projeto, há uma mudança ENORME no meu estilo e isso me deixa muito animado :3 o processo dessa capa foi até ok, passei mais tempo procurando referências e recursos do que fazendo a capa e isso é hilário na minha cabeça. Vou confessar que não sei se serei capaz de fazer uma capa de natal de novo :) p.s.: a qualidade de centavos kkkkkkk :')))

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So with the release of 100yg anime I’ve gotten excited about writing Fairy Tail fics again. Here’s a sneak peek at one I’m currently working on.

Title: A Dragon’s Heart is True

Description: All dragon slayers possess the abilities and traits of a dragon; this includes an aggressive possession over something, or rather someone. This trait manifests as a fierce protectiveness and unyielding loyalty to the person or object they have claimed. The bond is almost primal, driven by an instinctual need to guard and cherish their “hoard”.

No one knows how this bond is formed. Whether it’s fate or something that grows over time, the connection between the dragon slayer and their chosen is undeniable. Once the bond is established, it is nearly impossible to break. The dragon slayer becomes fiercely dedicated, willing to go to great lengths to ensure the safety and well-being of their chosen, even at the cost of their own life.

This bond is not always welcomed by the person on the receiving end. The protectiveness can feel overwhelming, even suffocating, to those who are unaccustomed to such intense devotion. Yet, for others, it is a source of great comfort and security, knowing they have someone who will always stand by their side, come what may. The relationship between a dragon slayer and their chosen is complex, a delicate balance of power, trust, and understanding, forged in the heat of battle and tempered by time.

Ships: Nalu, Gajevy, Miraxus, Rowen, Kinabra, Stingyu, Rogura

Chapter One: The Awakening

Lucy awoke to the pleasant sound of chirping birds and the early morning hum below her apartment. She closed her eyes again, a content smile on her face as she just soaked it all in. Ever since joining Fairy Tail her life had been filled with adventure and chaos but at least she had one constant source of peace. Waking up in her own place, enjoying the morning rays, and although it had been annoying at first she had the comfort of Natsu holding her close as if to protect her. Of course, Mirajane and Lisanna would constantly tease her saying something or other about her and Natsu acting like a couple, and yes part of her wished that was true but Lucy knew that her feelings for Natsu were a complex mix of admiration, friendship, and something more. She had long since accepted that their relationship was one of deep, unspoken understanding rather than the romance her friends seemed to wish for. As she stretched and rose from her bed, she glanced at Natsu, who was still fast asleep beside her. His presence was a reassuring comfort, even if they hadn’t defined what exactly they were to each other.

Lucy tiptoed to the kitchen, determined to make a quiet breakfast so she wouldn’t disturb him. The soft clinking of dishes and the aroma of brewing coffee soon filled the apartment. She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about how these moments of peace were the calm before the next whirlwind of adventures and missions. Yet, amidst all the chaos, it was these simple, quiet mornings that she cherished the most. Ahh yes, everything was perfect; for about fifteen minutes. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of scratching on the walls. She could feel her eye twitch as she tried not to lose her mind. One of these days she was going to kill that stupid cat.

“Happy, I swear, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to find you a new home far away from me,” Lucy grumbled, glancing towards the source of the noise. She knew it was futile to get upset with Happy, but the cat’s relentless scratching was starting to wear on her nerves. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She dished up some food and placed it on the table for Natsu and Happy before heading over to the bathroom for a shower.

After her shower, she dressed quickly and returned to the kitchen. To no surprise at all, Natsu was already awake, sitting at the table and devouring the food in front of him. His eyes lit up with his characteristic enthusiasm as he spotted her.

“Morning, Lucy! This tastes amazing!” he exclaimed, diving into the food with his usual gusto.

“Good morning, Natsu. I already ate so I’ll meet you guys at the guild. I promised Levy I would help her translate something this morning.” Lucy grabbed her bag and put on her jacket, ready to head out.

Natsu’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, right! I forgot you had plans. Well, we’ll see you there then.”

Lucy waved goodbye and made her way to the guild, enjoying the crisp morning air. She couldn’t deny that Magnolia was beautiful during the early spring months. As Lucy walked towards the guild, she couldn’t help but think about the many ways her life had changed since joining Fairy Tail. The bustling streets of Magnolia were lively with people starting their day, the occasional sight of other mages heading to or from their missions adding to the vibrant energy of the town.

When she arrived at the guild hall, she was greeted by the usual chaotic atmosphere. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of magic filled the air. Levy was already waiting for her at a table, surrounded by a pile of ancient texts.

“Good morning, Lu!” Levy called out with a bright smile. “Thanks for coming. I’m really struggling with these translations, and I could use an extra pair of eyes.”

Lucy smiled back at Levy, settling into the chair beside her. “Good morning, Levy! Let’s see what you’ve got.” She took a look at the texts, quickly immersing herself in the complex symbols and ancient language.

As they worked, the guild’s lively atmosphere continued around them, with people coming and going, and the usual banter filling the air. Despite the constant buzz, Lucy found a surprising calm in the task at hand. It was a welcome contrast to the previous day’s chaos and a reminder of how much she enjoyed these quieter moments with friends. About half an hour later Natsu and Happy arrived at the guild soon getting into another stupid fight with Gray and Gajeel. Yep, this was Lucy’s normal but she really couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

Around noon Mirajane approached the other two girls carrying a tray of food. Setting it down she sat across from them her friendly smile still present. “Here you two go, you’re both working so hard and I don’t want you to forget to eat.”

Levy’s eyes lit up at the sight of Mirajane’s food. “Thank you, Mira! This looks amazing.”

Mirajane chuckled softly. “I’m glad you like it. It’s always nice to see you both working so diligently. Besides, I know how easy it is to get lost in these texts and forget to take a break.”

Lucy took a bite of the food and nodded in agreement. “This is great, Mirajane. Thanks for bringing it.”

“Oy hot stuff, where’s our food?” A voice rang out across the guild hall. Mira’s smile fell as she let out an annoyed sigh. Lucy looked over at the group of wizards that had been passing through town. A guest in the guild hall wasn’t a rare occurrence but one that showed little respect was, and it usually didn’t end well for them.

“Well, I better get going. You two have fun,” Mira said standing up and grabbing the empty tray. However, before she could even begin to walk back to the bar the visitors were struck by a bolt of lightning falling on the ground unconscious. “Oh Laxus, I didn’t know you were back.” Lo and behold up on the balcony stood the lightning dragon slayer glaring down at his victims. Lucy glanced up at Laxus, his presence commanding attention and respect. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing that his sudden appearance usually meant trouble for someone. Laxus had always been a force to reckon with, but his loyalty to Fairy Tail was unwavering, and his occasional interventions were his way of keeping order.

By late afternoon Lucy and Levy had finished most of the translation, only having one book left. The only information they had on it so far was that it was about dragon slayer magic and was written back when the magic was first created. “Alright, I think we did some pretty good work today. I’ll take this home and see if I can figure something out before we continue tomorrow. Thanks for your help, Lucy,” Levy said, stretching and packing up her things before grabbing Gajeel’s attention and leaving. Lucy finished packing up her own things and headed towards the guild’s exit. The day had been productive, and she was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. As she walked towards the door, she noticed Natsu and Gray still in the middle of a heated argument, their voices rising above the general noise of the guild hall. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile, some things would never change. Lucy shook her head with a chuckle as she made her way out of the guild hall. The familiar sight of Natsu and Gray arguing was a comforting reminder of the family she’d found in Fairy Tail. It was these kinds of moments that made her appreciate her life, even with all its chaos.

After a relaxing dinner and a comforting bath, Lucy found herself on her couch enjoying a new book while Natsu and Happy played a card game on the floor. She had almost forgotten about that last book until Levy called her and excitedly told her to come to her place. Lucy quickly made her way out of the apartment, dragging Natsu and Happy with her. When they arrived Lucy knocked on the door impatiently. Gajeel answered the door clearly upset that his evening was being disturbed. Lucy didn’t care and just pushed past him and joined Levy in the living room.

“What're you doin’ here Salamander,” Gajeel grumbled, rubbing the back of his head as he shut the door behind them.

“Lucy made me. Trust me I don’t want to see your ugly mug more than necessary either,” Natsu retorted, sticking his tongue out at Gajeel.

Levy, ignoring their bickering, held up the book they had been working on. “Lucy, you won’t believe this! I think I’ve found something new in this book.”

Lucy’s eyes widened with curiosity as she took a closer look at the ancient book Levy held. “Really? What did you find?”

Levy beamed with excitement. “It’s an old legend about the origins of dragon slayer magic, but there’s more. There’s a section here that talks about some kind of bond between a dragon slayer and their chosen. I still haven’t figured out what a ‘chosen’ is, I was hoping you would have some ideas.”

Lucy's interest was piqued as she scanned the old text Levy had been poring over. The legend about the bond between a dragon slayer and their chosen intrigued her. She'd read many myths and ancient stories since joining Fairy Tail, but this one felt different. Perhaps it was because of the personal connection she felt with Natsu and the other dragon slayers in the guild.

"Hmm, a 'chosen'... It could mean many things," Lucy mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe it's someone the dragon slayer forms a deep connection with, or perhaps it's related to their magic somehow."

Levy nodded eagerly. "That’s what I was thinking! But it’s all so vague. There are a few references to rituals and ancient ceremonies, but the language is so archaic, it’s hard to decipher the exact meaning. Do you two know, I mean you are dragon slayers.”

Natsu and Gajeel glanced at each other unsure just how much to share. Yes, they knew about the chosen, how could they not? The problem was that it wasn’t as simple as the girls were making it out to be. Natsu scratched his head, looking thoughtful. “Well, we know a bit about it, but it’s not something we talk about much. The whole idea of a ‘chosen’ is pretty personal and complicated. It’s not something we’ve really delved into.”

Gajeel grunted in agreement. “Yeah, it’s not exactly common knowledge. Even for us dragon slayers, it’s more about instinct than something we sit down and study. It’s kinda like that thing in ‘er cheesy books.”

Levy’s eyes widened as she caught on to what Gajeel was implying. “You mean, like a soul mate?”

Natsu looked uncomfortable with the comparison, while Gajeel just shrugged. “Sort of. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but yeah, something like that. It’s not always clear-cut, and it’s different for each dragon slayer.”

Lucy, however, was fascinated. The idea of a deeper connection tied to dragon slayer magic intrigued her. She glanced at the book again, her mind racing with possibilities. “If the ‘chosen’ is something akin to a soul mate, then it could explain why dragon slayers have such strong bonds with certain people. So how do you guys know who your chosen is?” Natsu and Gajeel exchanged glances, both somewhat uneasy about delving into such personal matters. Natsu cleared his throat before speaking up.

"Well, it’s not like there's a manual for it or anything," Natsu said slowly. "It's more of a feeling, you know? It’s like you just know, and it’s not always something you can explain easily. It’s a connection that goes beyond words."

Levy turned back to the book eager to know more. “This says something about possessive behavior and the need for protection. Could that be related to the bond you’re talking about?”

Natsu nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, that makes sense. Dragon slayers often feel a strong need to protect those they care about, and it can be pretty intense. It’s like there’s this inherent drive to keep them safe, no matter what.”

Gajeel added, “And it’s not just about protection, either. There’s a sense of loyalty and devotion that comes with it. It’s a part of the bond that’s hard to put into words but is deeply felt.”

Levy scribbled notes furiously, her excitement palpable. “This is incredible! If we can piece together more about this bond, it might give us insights into dragon slayer magic that we’ve never had before.” As soon as she started she stopped and looked up at Gajeel in curiosity. “I’m your chosen right?”

“Gee hee, course you are pipsquke. What, worried I’m gonna leave you for another woman?” Gajeel smirked at Levy’s playful jab, his tone light despite the serious discussion they were having. “Not a chance. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

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[fearsomefairytailfan]

Fairy Tail headcannons

based on the lore of my long on going kidfic:

Levy has very specific levels of drunkness, when she's just tipsy she gets overly happy, as she gets a bit more drunk she loses her volume control and basically yells everything, at her next level of drunkness she just tells everyone a bunch of fun facts, half of which she makes up herself. Eventually she reaches her clingy level of drunk, which everyone knows means it's time for her to stop because if she gets past that point she gets weepy and existential. Past that is a point that very few people have seen where she tries to fight everyone she sees, luckily she's never gotten that drunk in public, but she has tried to fight Gajeel, Pantherlily, Lucy, Natsu, and Cana on multiple occasions.

Most of the guild members that grew up as part of Fairy Tail have very minimal cooking skills because teenage Mirajane saw a bunch of children running around the guild and decided she would take care of them all, mainly by making sure they never have to worry about a meal, which was very kind, but none of the kids had to learn to cook besides some basic survival meals for missions. This does exclude Elfman and Lisanna because Mira made them help her cook almost every meal, so they are great cooks.

When Jet was a young teenager he somehow learned how to do simple tattooing (basically stick-n-pokes) and he was an absolute menace with this power, first he practiced on himself, then he convinced Levy and Droy to get matching team shadowgear tattoos with him. Soon he got a few of the more impulsive guild members to get one or two, eventually half the teenagers in the guild had small uneven tattoos.

Pantherlily doesn't have a room in gajeel's house, but there's a little attic loft space between the ceiling and the roof that he's claimed. He's got a bed up there, some books, and even a few decorations. When Levy moved in the added a few new rooms to the house (mostly a little library for her books, plus extra bedrooms) and they offered Lily one of the bedrooms, but he decided he liked his loft space better although they added a loft space to every room in the house, so it's like he has a mini house above their house.

Lucy is ridiculously bad with money, she loves buying cute little things in every town she visits and getting gifts for her friends when she travels. Everyone keeps telling her to stop buying them gifts even though they're nice because they are worried she won't have any money left for rent and she doesn't.

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Based on this tweet

Sting was in trouble. He had thought it was funny when his friends, who had never met his cat, assumed Lector was his boyfriend. Now that he had been invited to Natsu's wedding, on the other side of the country, he felt otherwise.

He had, at first, considered coming clean, but that would be embarrassing. He couldn't decline the invitation either, since he hadn't seen Natsu in nearly two years. In short, he was fucked. Or rather, he wasn't. If he was, he might have someone he could try to convince to go with him.

He had been putting it off for a month, and now he only had a week left to find both a fake boyfriend who was willing to answer to the name Lector, and a cat sitter.

There was no putting it off any longer, so he called his friend, Yukino, to ask for advice. Maybe he could convince her to watch Lector for him.

"Hello Sting! I was just going to call you. You're coming to Lucy's wedding too, right?" Yukino said cheerfully. Damn it. He forgot that she was friends with Natsu's fiancée.

"Yeah, about that... You know Lector, my cat? Natsu assumed I was talking about a boyfriend, and he kinda wants to meet him at the wedding, to make sure he's not a jerk or whatever. So I need a cat sitter and someone who's willing to take a train ride across the country with a complete stranger and can be trained to answer to 'Lector' in a week." Sting decided to rip off the band-aid. Yukino wouldn't rat him out.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious! I'm writing a song about it. Natsu and Lucy can play it at the reception." Yukino's himbo boyfriend, Orga, mocked him. Sting had forgotten that Yukino usually had her phone on speaker, for some reason. Orga would absolutely rat him out, and as he would be attending as Yukino's +1, there would be no stopping him.

"No you won't, Orga. No. We'll negotiate later, I'm helping Sting avoid the consequences of his actions right now." She was his best friend for a reason, and that reason was that she was the best. "Now: Why exactly did you think any of this was a good idea?"

"Well, it was funny at first, and then I'd kept up the lie for three months and I realized I was in too deep." Sting admitted. Yukino sighed.

"And at no point in the three months after that did you think to ask for help?" Yukino chided him.

"Nope."

"Of course not. Do you have 20 thousand jewel?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Alright. You'll be at the party for a day, plus two days for traveling. All expenses at the hotel will be paid, and I assume you're willing to pay for both of your train tickets?" Yukino asked.

"Yeah, sounds right." Sting confirmed.

"Okay. Sorano could use some more money, so she'd probably watch your cats and-"

"Wait, cats?"

"Yeah. One of my coworkers owes me a favor, and he needs a break from work anyway, so I could probably convince him if I told him I found a place for his cat to stay." His amazing friend told him.

"You're the best!"

*

Who would have known having Yukino cover his shift so he could take Frosch to the vet would have such devastating consquences?

Rogue wondered how his life had reached this point. He was sitting opposite someone he'd met only once, inside a train headed to the other side of the country, to a wedding for people he had never heard of.

Not an ideal situation, but aside from Frosch, Yukino was his only friend and she had made arrangements for Frosch, so he had agreed. It was a free vacation, anyway. Not to mention the guy was good looking.

"So, Lector, what do you do for a living?" His fake boyfriend, Sting, asked him. Rogue really could have done without the fake name, especially in private, but he wouldn't be able to answer to it without practice.

"The same as Yukino. We're both nurses." Rogue answered. It took him a moment to realize that he ought to ask Sting the same. "You?"

"I'm a graphic designer. Okay, more things we really need to know: Ages, have we ever been arrested, how did we meet? I'll start: I'm twenty six and I've been arrested twice." Sting told him.

"What for?"

"I'll tell you when you answer."

"Fine, I'm twenty six, and I haven't been arrested yet. Now should I regret agreeing to this?" Rogue asked.

"Trespassing and accessory to second degree arson. I promise it's not as bad as it sounds. It's been like, ten years. And the second one was Natsu's fault." Sting defended himself.

"The groom?"

"Yeah, that's the guy. He wants to meet you to make sure you're not a jerk." Sting explained.

"What have you told him about Lector?" Rogue steered the conversation back on track.

"Oh, usual cat things: He steals my food, he wants cuddles, he charges around the house at 3am, he's adorable, I keep losing staring contests to him, he bites me." Sting seemed to realize how badly awry things had gone before they had even reached the venue. "Well that's going to be awkward."

"You don't say."

*

"We should practice the whole couple thing." Sting suggested a few hours later over lunch. Rogue looked up from his sandwich, over to Sting and reached out, grabbing some of his fake boyfriend's M&Ms before focusing on his sandwich again.

"Well that's a start, but I was thinking more along the lines of PDA and establishing boundaries." Sting clarified. Honestly, staring at Sting wouldn't be too hard, and as demonstrated, stealing his food was entirely within the realms of Rogue's capabilities. The rest, however... Rogue nodded.

"Ideally, we'd hug a bunch and maybe kiss a couple of times to really sell it, but we can say you're shy around strangers if you really don't want to." Sting explained.

"No, that seems fine." Rogue accepted.

"Okay, now we need to practice." Sting said. Rogue froze for a moment. Once he realized what Sting meant, he nodded. He knew damn well he'd slip up in front of everyone if he didn't practice.

Sting leaned over the table and pecked him on the lips. It felt fine, almost like it was something he normally did, at first, but then he felt his face heat up suddenly. Sting pulled away.

"Sorry, I panicked." Rogue apologized swiftly.

"No, it's fine, I barely noticed. It went better than I expected." Sting reassured him. "They'll never notice."

*

It was mid afternoon when they arrived at their station in the middle of nowhere, and only a short walk to the hotel from there. Rogue offered to carry some of Stings luggage, as he had brought fewer things. Sting's face flushed when Rogue's hand touched his. He'd have to get that under control. Did he regret packing half his wardrobe, or was it a blessing? Who knew? Sting certainly didn't.

"It's a nice venue." Rogue noted, looking around as they cleared the gates. There were tons of different flowers in lots of colors, and what Sting was pretty sure was a hedge maze. Hopefully, Natsu would know better than to start a fire at his own wedding. The hotel was an old castle, with large glass windows. Another easily breakable thing. Either Natsu had really changed in the last two years, or Lucy wasn't as much of a genius as her loving fiancée insisted. It was nice nonetheless.

"It's really big." Sting realized, as he spoke, how many people would be present to witness it if things went wrong.

"Don't get lost." Rogue joked.

"Sting! There you are!" Natsu came running out the door towards them, high-fiving Sting when he reached them. "I thought you were going to bail on me."

"Never. I wouldn't miss this for the world." Sting promised.

"I'd kick your ass if you did. Speaking of which, is this the Lector you were talking about?" Natsu asked, turning to Rogue. Sting grinned awkwardly.

"Yeah, that's my boyfriend. R-Lector, this is my childhood friend Natsu, he's the groom. Natsu, this is my boyfriend Lector." Sweating, Sting made the introductions.

"Nice meeting ya! How'd you meet?" Natsu asked Rogue. Stings eyes widened. Fuck. They hadn't prepared this.

"Frosch, my cat, learned how to open doors, and I forgot to lock the front door. Sting helped me look for her for hours, so I invited him out for coffee once we found her." Rogue answered excitedly. "Do you want to see a picture of her? I have pictures of her."

"Sure. Let's see her." Natsu agreed. Rogue's face lit up as he pulled out his phone.

"She's sweet, yeah." Natsu admitted. "Do you want to see Happy? He's our ring-bearer."

*

The first hurdle had been overcome minimal difficultly, so Sting was in high spirits when they reached the hotel room.

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but he was somehow surprised to find that there was only one bed, albeit a large one.

"I can take the couch if you want." He offered when Rogue entered.

"No, I think it's fine. The bed's pretty big." Rogue said casually. Well if he didn't mind, Sting sure as hell didn't. He dropped his stuff on the floor and flopped onto the bed. Rogue put his own stuff down more carefully before sitting down beside him.

"Didn't think it would go so well. I'm not sure what I was worried about." Sting admitted, letting out a sigh he hadn't known he was holding in.

"Don't jinx it. Honey." Rogue deadpanned, before letting his face break into a smile. It took Sting a moment to realize he was staring.

*

Despite his warning, Rogue was feeling pretty confident when he and Sting went downstairs for the rehearsal dinner. Gray, the best man, had let them know there was no need to dress up, so Rogue was wearing a red turtleneck sweater and black jeans. Sting, who seemed hellbent on making Natsu regret allowing the policy to be so vague, was wearing leather trousers and a rainbow crop-top.

"Aren't you worried you'll outshine the groom?" Rogue asked him.

"If Natsu was worried about that, he wouldn't have invited me." Sting boasted. Rogue decided to take his word for it.

They entered the dining hall when it almost full, Sting having insisted on being fashionably late. Perhaps that was a blessing, because that was the only reason Rogue had noticed Gajeel, his older cousin, before Gajeel noticed him.

"Sting, don't panic, but my cousin is here and he knows damn well my name isn't Lector." Rogue whispered hurriedly.

"Okay, okay. Don't panic. Maybe he won't notice you. We're not in the wedding party anyway, so show me who it is and we'll avoid them." Sting whispered back.

They took their assigned places, on the same side of the room as Gajeel, though a little further away from the main table, as Gajeel's wife, Levy, was sitting beside the bride. Oh. Yeah. Levy had mentioned at New Years that she would be maid of honor in her best friend's wedding. If Rogue had known it was this wedding, he would have refused Yukino's request. Speaking of Yukino, his coworker was making her way to their table with her boyfriend.

"So how is it going? Anyone suspect anything?" She asked.

"Shhh!" Sting looked around quickly.

"Don't worry. I asked Lucy to make sure we were the only ones at this table." She reassured him, though it didn't seem to work-

"She's going to know somethings up!" Sting insisted.

"Serves you right. Now how are things going with Lector." Yukino's boyfriend asked, winking at Rogue.

"Terribly, considering his cousin is married to the maid of honor." Sting hissed.

Rogue checked out of the conversation, watching Gajeel like a hawk. When desert rolled around, his cousin finally noticed him. Rogue shook his head faintly. Not now.

To his relief, Gajeel took the hint and dinner went off without a hitch.

Rogue waited just outside the door to the dining hall for him, to save him the trouble of looking and minimizing the risk of being exposed.

"Hey Rogue! Why didn't you say you were coming here? We could've driven you." Gajeel asked him when he came out, Levy in tow.

"It's complicated. Can we talk about this somewhere else?" Rogue looked around in a panic, worried Gajeel's loud voice would carry through the hallways.

In the garden, Gajeel resumed his line of questioning.

"So what's up, kid? Do I need to kick someone's ass?"

"No! Nothing like that. A friend of mine messed up and told his friend he had a boyfriend, so I'm helping him out. I didn't know this was your friend's wedding. Can you just call me Lector until this is over?" Rogue asked.

"Oh. You're the cat boy!" Levy exclaimed. Gajeel looked like he was about to explode with laughter.

"I'm sorry, what?" Rogue asked.

"Oh, Natsu wanted help figuring out what the deal with his friend's boyfriend was, so he asked us about it. We started calling you cat boy because it seemed like his friend was describing a cat." Levy explained.

"I wonder why."

*

The ceremony passed by quite normally, with only one accidental fire, which wasn't Natsu's fault.

Sting felt gorgeous in his light gray tuxedo and sky blue shirt, which was secretly a button-down crop-top, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes off his date, who looked dashing in a black suit and red shirt. Despite his prior warning to Sting not to outshine the groom, Rogue had decided to put his hair in a ponytail, which Sting forgave because he looked hot.

The reception promised to be a party to remember, being in the castle grounds, with every kind of food imaginable and ample space to dance.

Sting cheered when Natsu and Lucy finished their first dance, which prompted several others to cheer alongside him.

The music continued, and Sting offered his hand to Rogue. Rogue took it, smiling softly.

"Just so you know, honey, I can't dance for shit." Rogue warned him.

"Like we need to be good at it. It's pretty much just spinning anyway." Sting told him, taking the lead.

They might not have been the best dancers, but no one could beat them at spinning, Sting was sure of that. No one could match them with how majestic they were. He didn't know how many songs had passed when they stopped for a drink, just that they were out of breath.

As he unbuttoned the jacket to reveal his secret crop-top, Rogue leaned against him casually, and Sting realized that by this time tomorrow, it would be over, and the knowledge crashed over him like a tidal wave.

"Oh, I love this song! Do you want to go dance again?" Rogue exclaimed. Sting knew the song. It was 'All or Nothing' by Theory of a Deadman.

He took Rogue's hand again as they started to spin, looking into Rogue's eyes. He didn't want to let go. As the song ended, Sting made his choice.

"Hey, Rogue? I don't know if you're even into guys, but I enjoyed hanging out with you, and I wanted to know if you wanted to try going out for real sometime." He confessed. Rogue smiled that beautiful smile again.

"That depends entirely on if or not I'll have to go by Lector every time we visit your friends." He answered teasingly.

"No- nah, you don't. I'll come clean. I'll text Natsu on our way home." Sting promised.

"Then I'd love to." Rogue said.

"Alright, then would you like to go out for coffee on Wednesday? There's a coffee shop near the hospital that sells really good cinnamon rolls." Sting suggested.

"That sounds wonderful."

*

On the train ride home, Sting tried to work up the nerve to call Natsu, who would be leaving on his honeymoon tomorrow.

"Do it. Do it. You've got this." Rogue chanted in the seat beside him, in the most monotone voice he could muster.

Emboldened, Sting instead opted for text to the group chat, with basically everyone he knew from his hometown.

Lucy, Natsu, Levy, Gray, Wendy, Cana, Mira, Elfman, Lisanna, Laxus, Lyon and several others.

Sting: Hey guys. I just wanted to come clean. The Lector I kept telling you about was my cat. The guy I brought is actually called Rogue.

Cana: Hah! I knew you couldn't get a boyfriend.

Natsu: Yeah, Yukino told us as soon as you told her.

Sting looked at Rogue in horror. Rogue looked stunned for a moment, but started chuckling. He took Sting's phone.

"Sting": Levy, did you know?

Levy: Yeah. We just wanted to see how far Sting would go.

Sting took his phone back from Rogue.

Sting: You guys are the worst.

Sting: And joke's on you, Cana, I asked Rogue out and he said yes.

"Levy": You get Rogue on the phone right now. We need to talk.

Levy: Sorry, Gajeel took my phone.

Sting put his phone away.

"Should I be worried?" He asked Rogue.

"I'd say no, but that would be a lie." Rogue answered. "If worst comes to worst, we can blame Yukino."

[uranusport]

Capas para fanfics de Fairy Tail, formato Spiritfanfics (600 × 400), entregues para @NatiKamado.

Título: "Musa"

L I N K

Título: "Friends"

L I N K

Título: "Closer"

L I N K

[neen-writes]

Silver for Monsters -- Ch. 8 "Ghosts"

Pairing: Gajeel/Levy

Series: Fairy Tail, Witcher AU

Notes: Finally found the motivation to finish this chapter! It's a bit transitional, a bit tense, I'm hoping to get into some juicier stuff in the next chapter. Enjoy!

Read on Ao3

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“Is it true what the folk say? That Witchers are emotionless?”

A small, half-dead fire cast weak light on the Witcher and the sorceress. He’d set it, and maintained it long enough to roast the small rabbit he shot shortly after setting camp. It was a meager meal, but they’d both brought enough supplemental vittles to make it a worthwhile meal.

Gajeel grimaced at the broad question, with so little nuance. He leveled a disappointed stare at her, arching a single brow, “Tell me you’re not so thick.”

She raised her hands in surrender with a dry laugh. “I’m joking. I have eyes, you know,” she offered. “Curious where the rumor comes from though.” They had spoken briefly about what he was when they’d first met. It felt like an age, now, since that night in her old home when she was patching up his wounds from the Fiend. When she thought that was to be the one and only time that she would ever meet and interact with the Witcher. It felt more valuable, then, to try and eke out whatever information she could get on Witchers if she was to never meet one again.

It was amusing, in retrospect, how ignorant the two of them were that night to everything they would experience in the coming days. When fate would draw the two unlikely allies together not once, twice, but three times. It started to feel like some sort of cosmic affront to do anything but travel together. Which led her to wonder what that would mean for them when she did find Erza. Would the two of them go their separate ways then? Levy and her compatriots, surely, would have no shortage of work to do when she found out whatever Erza had to impart upon them. None of which had to do with Gajeel. 

Levy had limited knowledge on Witchers, but she did know that they notoriously did not involve themselves in the matters of men. Certainly not kings. Hunters for hire, that was their purpose, and they had yet to make any qualms with that designation.

Gajeel showed little amusement or enthusiasm towards entertaining her line of conversation.  Especially given where they left off just a short time before settling down for the night. He’d grown more than accustomed to her composure, at times so steadfast that she readily humbled him into his own. Levy, in the short time he knew her, held her nerve. In the face of Temerian soldiers and Fiends in the dark, she stood steady. Yet this night, looking into a crowd of dancers, the mere possibility she saw someone she believed dead drove her to near madness.  The look in her eyes before almost calling out to the crowd was unrecognizable. Foreign.

Still, it was clear even to him that she was just trying to fill the silence, and he found himself with much more tolerance for her than he expected. If tolerance was even the word for it. Did tolerance feel like the overwhelming desire for her to talk to him?

He cleaned off the last bit of meat from a femur, and swiped the back of his hand at the grease on his mouth. “Same place they all come from. Shite storytellers with an agenda. Witchers were respected until they weren’t, and you know the damage the right people can do with ignorant townsfolk and a good motive.” There was no real bitterness or displeasure in his tone as much as there was boredom. It was a tired tale and it made no difference to him what people thought. If Witchers took the time to give a shit about the opinions of the masses, they’d never do anything else. “We gotta keep ourselves in check in this line o’ work anyway. Focused, disciplined, all that. It’s an easy image to keep.”

Levy cocked her head, leaning back against a tree. “It’s clearly untrue, why let them believe it?” 

Gajeel shrugged, “Why not? It’s good for business, and we get paid either way,” he flicked a cleaned bone off into the shrubs. “If you’re necessary, good at what you do, and feared, it tends to work in your favor.” With a long stick, he pushed around the charred logs in the fire, working to smother the remaining embers.  It was risky enough to set a fire, but they needed to eat, and if he was being honest, he wouldn’t have protested a little something to get his blood pumping.

The sorceress knit her brows together, “I have a sneaking suspicion that really only works if you’re a man.”

“It does. Good news for me,” he flashed a sly grin at her, which she did not return outright, but the twinkle was in her eye regardless. That should not have felt like as much of a victory as it did. “Though the stories ain’t stingy with how much not being a man works for you sorceresses,” Gajeel paused to puff out his chest a little and tilt up his chin, “Political power, wealth, positions of esteem.” There’s mockery in his tone coming from someone that had absolutely no regard for any of these things. Money he needed, sure, for gear and the day to day. But wealth? Nothing but problems.

Levy barked a laugh that lacked any shred of warmth. Ah, that was far less satisfying. “Oh yes, how mighty we are,” she sneered, adjusting the hood around her neck. “When men fear one another, they have an odd habit of turning it into respect or obedience. Oh but when men fear women, particularly those they cannot grasp and control when fires ignite in their gluttonous, round bellies…” She held his stare then, the dying firelight dancing across her features. He thought, suddenly, of when he first met her and the way her conjured fire illuminated her when facing the Fiend. How his immediate thought, before he controlled himself, was how terrifyingly beautiful she was. And how that clashed with what she was telling him now.

Half of the Lodge’s identity was their beauty. In fact, it had been an intentional representation, because magic and swords were not half as effective at gaining favor as desire. Part of their development as mages, a reward as it had once been called, was the ability to alter their appearances. If one had the chance to make themselves beautiful and young with a wave of their hand for the rest of their lives, who would pass the opportunity?

In their prime, their alliances wanted both their favor and their company in equal measure. The latter they could often dangle without ever having to follow through, though that wasn’t to say there hadn’t been sorceresses that readily wielded that weapon whenever the benefit arose. Vanity was a trademark of the Lodge, and they had no reason to hide it. Everything was a competition, least of all how many powerful men each had wrapped around their pinky.

The truth of the matter was the Lodge as a whole got cocky. Regardless if there were those of them who preferred more subtle, careful approaches, they were still a singular body in the eyes of kings. The fall was swift, brutal, and bloody. Now she lived in hiding, on the run, with all her relationships strained or burned.

“Well,” she continued, gesturing down at herself, “The story writes itself in living color.” Levy stared Gajeel down a moment longer, then sighed and looked off to the side. She was bitter, how could she not be? She crossed her arms, settled back into the tree best she could, and shut her eyes, “We should get some sleep.”

That was that, and any chance Gajeel had of pushing the issue, or any others burning in his mind was gone. He waited at least another hour to sleep, ensuring the fire was out entirely and their surroundings remained quiet. He told himself that was the only reason he stayed up, but his attention was split between their surroundings and the slow breaths of the demure mage. 

Gajeel wasn’t a curious man by nature. He did not linger, he did not dwell. He killed his targets, collected his reward, and moved on. But this situation he found himself in, somehow willingly, was against everything he thought himself to be. He wanted to know more about Levy, he wanted to help her.

A rustle in the brush coiled every muscle in his body, and his eyes flicked from her to motion where the shrubs cleared. A rabbit ran, the shadowed figure of some bird of prey trailing behind. He relaxed, and only then did he realize he had reflexively angled himself closer to her.

Gajeel wanted to protect her.

Those thoughts sat like stones in his chest. Dangerous, heavy stones. But even so, for the first time in the last few weeks, the Witcher’s sleep was dreamless, and the tug in his chest had gone still.

–

“What if they don’t like me, though?” green, expectant eyes turned up to the sorceress who was only a few inches taller than her. Two figures walked down familiarly cold, dreary halls, the shorter carrying a small stack of books.  Levy walked with a practiced poise, the straightness in her spine giving away some indication of a higher position.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” That was her voice, Levy’s voice, but it didn’t come from her. In fact, it was as thought she was watching herself from the outside. “Even if they don’t, it doesn’t matter. You’re the most talented prospect Aretuza has seen in an age.”

The younger pouted in response, “But I don’t want to just be a talent. You’re so many things, Levy. I want to be many things too.”

“Likable, among those?” Levy raised her brows and gave a warm, knowing smile to the young mage. “You have more to your advantage than you give yourself credit for.  Don’t let the jealousy of your year-mates distract you.”

They turned a corner, coming face to face with another woman dressed like Levy and with similarly perfect posture. A tail of near-white hair was braided over her right shoulder, hanging in front, tied with a black ribbon. All the sorceresses, even the sorcerers, out of Aretuza boasted fair looks, but Mirajane was nothing short of a vision. Devastatingly beautiful, she had spared no effort when given the opportunity to magically alter her appearance. It was as though she looked at every possible asset she could bestow upon herself, and said ‘yes, all.’

“Levy, Mavis,” she nodded to them both by way of greeting. Behind her, a small group of girls the same age as the younger mage with Levy suddenly found the walls and the floors more interesting. “Will you be joining class this evening, or will your lessons take up all your valuable time?” A sly, playfully accusatory look slid over to Levy, who merely rolled her eyes. “I’ll be expanding on deadly herbs and their versatility in harm and healing, if that’s of any motivation for you.” 

Mavis shifted shamefully at Levy’s side. She did enjoy Mira’s classes, but Levy’s private lessons were far more interesting. “I’ll have her back when expected, Mira,” Levy cut in, placing a hand on Mavis’ head.

“I’ll hold you to it.” The other sorceress gave her a warm smile, then beckoned to the group of girls behind her to follow along down the hall. 

Levy chuckled to herself and ruffled the young mage’s wet hair.

Thunder boomed through the keep’s halls, and Levy withdrew her bloody hand from the girl at her side. She looked out the window first to clear blue skies, and another crack came roaring through. The sorceress opened her mouth to speak to her apprentice, but when looking down upon her found lifeless pools of green staring back. Through her. A cloak of red spread over her, pooling at her bare feet, and volatile magic crackled in sickly green sparks around her.

“I wanted to be just like you.” The third explosion collapsed the halls, and the floor fell out from under them. “I always will.”

–

In the distance, thunder rumbled, long and rolling. Levy lurched awake so violently she choked on her own breath, and fell into a coughing fit.  She sat up abruptly, cupping her hands over her mouth to stifle the sound, when two hands pressed on her shoulders. Her eyes darted aimlessly before finding the yellow irises of her Witcher.

“Eyes on me, Lev,” Gajeel’s voice rumbled, calmly, through the chaos of her waking mind. “Breathe,” he commanded, and his grip squeezed once on her shoulders.

She held eye contact with him, trying to swallow down her choking breaths, and he waited patiently with her. The proximity made his heart stutter, but he couldn’t spare the composure to think about it. Levy clasped her collar, trying to anchor herself, and after several moments the fits ceased.

“Good. In through the nose, out through the mouth,” he instructed, calling back on his own daily meditations. She followed without protest until he could hear her heartbeat slow. 

The sun had barely started to rise, and cast a stark red glow through the trees upon their camp. It could not have been a more ominous light to wake up from a nightmare into. “I’m fine, thank you,” she raised her hand and placed it against his chest, a form of dismissal but to him a jolt. He released her with control, and leaned back onto his heels.

“Still can’t sleep, eh?”

Levy laughed dryly and swallowed hard, “You could say that,” she answered, “Just, dreams that don’t make any sense.” She brushed herself off, trying to smooth the sleep out of her clothes. Twice now she had embarrassed herself with him.

“I find most of ‘em make sense if you turn ‘em the right way,” he remarked vaguely as he eyed her up and down. He knew that better than she could understand. “Ya want to talk about it? Ain’t been right since last night.” Levy shot him a look that was a pretty immediate ‘no,’ with a tingle of uneasiness that he wasn’t going to just pretend her outbursts at the windmill or just now didn’t happen. “Got anythin’ to do with this Mavis?” Color drained from her face all over again. “You were mumblin’ it in your sleep,” he offered, hoping it would land a bit softer than rehashing their night.

She groaned and ran her fingers through her blue hair, the color shifting with the movement of her hands back to an unassuming brown. Her palms dragged down and round her neck, then pushed up her cheeks to rub at her aching temples. “Can we talk about this on horseback, please. I’m stiffer than a shot of dwarven spirits.”

Gajeel blinked, then laughed gruffly while hauling himself up onto his feet. “Deal. Rain’s gonna start at some point and we got a ways to our destination, yet.”

Another groan. “Rain. Stellar.”

–

“It makes no sense,” Levy started, clutching the rim of the saddle behind her.  They’d been riding for somewhere close to an hour already, and moisture most certainly hung in the air as dark clouds moved in faster than they were cantering. “She’d never even been to Aretuza. Mavis came into my life before everything fell apart,” there was a faraway tone in her voice, like still half trying to make sense of the imagery. “Though not for lack of trying on everyone else’s part…but that place would have ruined her.”

Gajeel took a moment to consider his words, which by all accounts was not something he cared to do often. But this was significant to her. “There was someone at the party that looked like her.” Not a question.

Levy deflated, and her face heated in embarrassment. “Yes.”

“But she’s dead?”

Her breathing stilled, and there was a long beat before she answered again. “Has been for a while. But for that dance, however long it was, she was alive. She loved to dance. Terrible at it, but she was a child then. She would have been,” another weighted pause as she started to count, but gave up, “well, it doesn't matter. Facts are what they are. And I lost my head for a moment. It won't happen again.” There was an edge to her words that told him she was done talking about this. Again. “We soldier on, Gajeel.”

For now, he would have to leave it be, whether he wanted to or not.

The trail they followed forked in front of them, with the most direct route bringing them through Alness, and the path to the left along the forest edge before curving south again.  It had been some time since he came out this way, but the way was still familiar. The less direct route would avoid the bustle of town, and still get them to their destination with little time lost. 

Wordlessly, he pulled them left and continued in relative silence as thunder rumbled again and rain started to sprinkle. However, Levy was the one to speak again, voice low with warning. “Gajeel, smoke.”

The Witcher grunted, narrowing his eyes at the black wisp rising from somewhere just past the treeline. “I see it,” he replied, giving a quick nudge to the horse to bring them to a trot. All they needed to do was look busy, and keep moving. There’s a lot of trouble that can be avoided by not lingering.

But, not this trouble, it would seem.

Four men with weapons drawn emerged from the brush, and if his hearing served him right a fifth hung back out of view. Gajeel pulled back on the reins to slow down, scanning over the four of them with a look that he hoped would give them second thoughts. Subtly, he leaned forward leading with his right shoulder, where the two hilts of his swords rose up. With his eyesight, he saw one of them look at his weapons, hesitating for just a second, before moving then to the small undeniably feminine figure in the saddle behind him. 

Gajeel bristled more than he expected to when they all exchanged looks, speaking unintelligibly to each other. He angled the horse in a way it would look like he intended to swing wide, and one of the smaller men took a quick step in the same direction, sealing their intentions.

Instinctive excitement bubbled in his chest at an opportunity to test his armor at last. His breathing slowed, and a predator’s calm settled over him. “Stay on the horse. Do nothing to draw attention,” he said in a low voice, angling forward to dismount.

“I can help, Gajeel, you’re outnumbered,” Levy whispered back, pulling her hood more securely over her head.

“Ain’t gonna say it again. This’ll only take a minute,” Gajeel heaved himself off the horse, landing with a heavy thud in the dirt. “Keep. Your. Cover,” he growled, not once taking his eyes off the bandits in the road. “Ride when they come at you.”

Levy didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant before the Witcher took off in a full sprint for the trees, away from the group, and several things happened at once. By the faces of the four men in the open, they were also taken entirely by surprise. One of them, wielding a mace, took only a second of hesitation before he shouted in protest, and took off in pursuit. The remaining three looked to Levy, stricken suddenly with expressions that screamed ‘opportunity.’

“Hells, Gajeel!” she hissed, scooting forward in the saddle to take hold of the reins and give a hard tug and a swift kick.  The horse took off in a wide arc to put distance between her and the immediate threat and try to keep eyes on Gajeel.

But he barged, unhindered, through the underbrush, and disappeared swiftly from view.  Unaware of the fifth member, it appeared to Levy that he just left the scene entirely, but despite how little they knew one another it seemed unlikely he would run from a fight. 

At the same moment the man with the mace caught up to the treeline, Gajeel came back into view to meet him, dragging a small man with a bow by the face. The Witcher effortlessly lifted his captive up in front of him, ‘aiming’ him at the assailant, as an arcane blast of force launched the archer forward. Two bodies cracked together and crumpled into the dirt, but Gajeel did not stop.

Levy didn’t have the time to track what he would do next as he barrelled forward, forced to keep her attention on the men that had their sights on her.  She could easily have ridden off and truly gone a safe distance, but she had no desire to be so useless, and would need to stick with evasive maneuvers while keeping close.

“That’s right sweetheart, stay right there!” one of them sneered, and she felt her skin prickle.

If I fry all three of you it won’t matter if I break my cover.  Try it, ape, she thought, feeling her fingertips tingle. 

The mage would find no use for her magic today, as Gajeel commanded their attention instead, with no room for indecision. “Eyes on me!” The words may have been enough, but he punctuated them with three brutal cracks of his sword fist against his chest before brandishing the black steel sword at his side. The Witcher was the embodiment of brutality, and as he rushed forward the thrill of violence surged through every vein, spurred even more by the flash of regret from the remaining three bandits. 

Too late to back out now; he made it more than obvious they were dealing with a Witcher. And not just any, but Black Steel.  It was time for them to get an intimate view at the craftsmanship that earned him that name. 

They made a paltry attempt to ready themselves for the one-man onslaught, the bolder of the three lurching forward with a shortsword swing.

Let’s see how good your work is, Salamander, he thought, skidding to a halt as he thrust up his right forearm to take the hit. The blade clashed into the scales of his bracers, and went no further. Gajeel barked a thrilled laugh, glancing at the man from below his arm, as his free hand shot forward to unleash a blast of fire into the bandit’s face.

The agonized scream barely rose from his throat before Gajeel sidestepped around him, and with one spin he arced his steel into the two remaining men at once. In a matter of seconds, all that remained was hiss of his fire under steadier rainfall, and Gajeel was left feeling…wholly dissatisfied.

He huffed, swinging his steel to the side hard enough to throw off the majority of the blood. The sound of hoofbeats approached, and he turned to meet Levy as she came closer.  He watched her sweep her eyes over him once, and he found himself straightening slightly under her scrutiny.  “Having fun, are you?” she asked, crossing her arms and surveying their surroundings while trying to avoid looking at any of the bodies too long.

Gajeel flashed his teeth at her, “I would, if they were worth–”

Levy’s face twisted in panicked urgency, her eyes locking onto something beyond them, but all the warning she could manage was to shout his name.

White pain blasted from the edge of the Witcher’s vision, followed immediately by the scream of a horse.

[heartonxions]

the demons got to me... aka my fanfiction gajevy demons...

[teleiapotami]

WIP Wednesday!

Hey there! I am coming close to the goal for NaNoWriMo, and while I am -dying- to share the story with you, the only things I have to share right now are big 'ol spoilers!

So instead, here's a WIP I started a few weeks back!

TW: Overstimulation, Anxiety.

Lucy was losing it. There was just too much. The temperature was unstable as Gray’s ice and Natsu’s flames battled for dominance of the climate. The sky lit up with the blazing lights of alternating magics. Lightning, flame, ice, shadow. Steel clanged and echoed as Erza’s blades flashed and danced. The air was thick and choked with dust making each breath difficult. Her mouth was filled with the taste of blood from her bleeding lip. The acrid smell of sulfur mixed with gore and sweat burned in her nose. Lucy’s skin was grimy with filth, tiny rivulets of sweat and blood running slowly down her arms and back from the multitude of minor injuries she’d received.

Her inner turmoil was boiling up to the surface. Anger at the senseless damage surrounding her. Sorrow for the lives lost to yet another dark guild. Worry for her friends who were still battling the evil mages. Guilt because she was no longer able to help. Shame from having exhausted her magic supply so much faster than the others. Even Wendy was still working, moving from this body to that one, searching for people that she could help. But Lucy? Weak little Lucy was done, worn out and useless long before any of the others, just like always.

Another explosion rocked the ground beneath her, and she stumbled, landing hard on her knee. A rock dug into it and her eyes burned with barely contained tears. It was too much. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe or speak or move; she could only sit on the rough, uneven ground suffering from the aches in her body and the splitting pain in her head. She pressed her fist to her mouth, trying to hold in the sounds of escalating panic as she felt her control fragmenting. 

“Lu? Lucy, are you okay?” Levy’s soft voice called to her. Lucy jerked away like she’d been slapped.

Gajeel landed with a heavy thump nearby, his Iron Dragon’s Sword fading back into a normal arm. “Get her out of here Shrimp!” he yelled over another teeth-rattling explosion. “I’ll make sure Salamander finds her.” Without waiting for a response, he leaped back into the air and rejoined the battle. His booming voice echoed as he shouted at the others, sending another wave of panic through Lucy’s overwhelmed mind.

[ancient-artificer]

[AU] White sands. Crystal blue water. Margaritas and cocktail umbrellas. It's a destination getaway for most. For Levy, it's a vacation and her friend's wedding. For Gajeel, it's a mundane, on-site, company project. For both, it's accidently figuring out the best way to get away is to run away.

Drama, romance, some comedy, maybe a little mystery.

Rated T-M. Multi chapter.

Cover art by rboz

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: It's been three years. Zeref's books have burned with him, and time has healed the wounds of war. Natsu, Lucy, and the rest of Fairy Tail have carried on, to exist truthfully, beautifully, freely. Even with the rest of his life laid out before him, Natsu cannot escape the twisted shadows of his past. If he wants to endure to see tomorrow, he'll have to go back to the beginning.

Author: @kemnam

[tikapaprika]

My first attempt at fairy tail fanfiction.

Fairy tail + actual fairies + my little made up fantasy world.

What would happen if someone else depended on human emotion?

In a world where fairies are the ones powered by how much people on earth feel many of them are faced with the cruel fantasy of death. That world is full of rules that must be followed, one of them is to not fall in the hands of the enemy.

But they fell in love.

[ravewoodx]

[fearsomefairytailfan]

Im trying to decide what to write for gajevy day, but I've got too many ideas so heres a poll (i think this is how i decide everything now)

[mavikiu]

Hey guys!

To celebrate Gajevy day, I posted a new chapter to my fic, bringing the total to 23! It also reached novel length by now and I plan to finish it soon :3

It's a medival fantasy AU, with lots of fluff, magic and drama! Plus, a whole lot of Levy being super smart hehe.

Please consider checking it out if you're looking for new reading material, it's also posted on ff.net : https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13383713/1/Molten-Steel

[uranusport]

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