#and i mean you guys basically got a bit of it anyway since levi choked her a bit and all

[dingdongitsbees]

since u like getting asks abt ur works im gonna keep it coming when i can HAJSHAJAJAJAJ I JUS LOVE IT SO MUCH LIKE-

the first time i came across this work was at 12 midnight then i binged read it til like 3 am HSBQHQHABAHAH i was screaming, crying, laughing, jumping, and throwing up at each scene THEN I REMEMBERED THAT I HAVE A QUIZ THAT DAY so like a took a nap, went to online school then got 18/20 on the quiz i didn't study so much for bcos i was busy thinkinv about black eyed susan HABAHAHABAHAHA and i rmbr thinking like, "maybe this work is good luck, this is why i got a high score HAHAHAHAHAH" then from there on i was super looking forward to ur updates (THIS IS NOT TO PRESSURE U OR ANYTHING BUT YOU JUS REALLY MAKE MY DAY AHDHQHDHAK)

THEN MY FIRST THOUGHTS AS I READ IT WAS LIKE "damn one of them gonna die am not ready for that." THEN WAS LIKE "HOLY SHIT THEY DIDN'T DIE BUT MANY DIED" HAHAHSHQHAHAHA idk how to explain but HABAHAHAHAHA i remember thinking i hope sasha and connie doesn't die then i remembered that hunger games doesn't work that way so like tears. but like now, since this arc follows catching fire (i think???) my tots are mostly praying for the characters to be alive HAHSBQHAHAHAHA ion think its possible tho

i also read abt what the other anon said before (IM SORRY I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO) about how yn is peeta and levi is katniss but not really cos their characteristics are different as well. i also thought of jean as finnick and was like " :DDDDD FUCK" but knowing you, you might do something that'll make me scream since i cannot stress how much you're good at writing your stories to the point i lay at night thinking abt it like "damn they kinda hot, i hope when porco dies, he gonna die a handsome death as well" HABAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IDK lowkey scared you might actually make levi or yn go through the peeta mode where zeke brainwashes them or smth IDHSKSUSJQJQ

SORRY FOR MESSAGING LIKE THIS NOW, i followed you for a long time now and just thought of how dry my messages were and was like "yo give more hype, bestie deserves it"

HEHEHEHE that's all (probably not since i haven't done my second reading of the latest chapter HAHSHAHAHAHA) sorry again if i spam u love you mwamwamwa

bestie i literally i love you

but oh my god 😭 i would lecture you on having a better sleep schedule and preparing for school but i literally could not be more hypocritical if i tried, i stayed up till 6 am to finish one the chapters one time im a full ass idiot 😭 but my work obviously paid off cause clearly i 100% got you that score BES is a good luck charm for SURE (except for everyone in said fic)

oh my god there were actually quite a few people who were so sure more than levi and reader were going to survive in the first game and i felt so bad but also not at all gdhuiwnd i remember i got a comment going like "falco and gabi are going to survive right? RIGHT?" and there were a few people who hadn't seen or read hunger games so they weren't prepared so you were very much not alone lmao 😭

also literally why did they make PORCO that HOT i swear to god i literally wasn't prepared, i didn't have time to mourn i was SIMPING he did not look that good in the manga 😭 but mappa i thank you dearly 😏 and actually this is only a slight spoiler but hardly at all, he will be a bit more relevant as a character as time goes on! especially since reader killed marcel and all...

and haha peeta mode 😀 anyway-

also dont worry omg im just happy youre sending these asks they make me so happy pls and sorry it took so long to reply to this one ✋

but thank you so much hope you have a BANGIN day bestie

[gray-anxiety]

No Sympathy → Levi Ackerman Chapter 2 → Aella

Read the rest of the chapters here!

This chapter is a filler chapter; it's going to be boring but is absolutely necessary for the story. Though, it's a bit on the short side with around 1,600 words.

Aell·a

noun

1. the Latin variant of the Greek name Aello and means 'storm wind or whirlwind'.

Fun fact:  In Greek mythology, Aela was the name of the Amazon warrior whom Herakles killed. She was renowned for carrying a double axe.

2. Aella is your nickname and what people will call you until you reveal your real name

        It was loud — too loud. Aella kept her head to the ground at all times, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. There was so much gossip and it was only the first day of Senior year. Most students spent the entire weekend partying, getting high and drunk, but not Aella, at least not anymore — she was too broke and couldn't even afford new clothes. It's not like she needed them anyway, hers were just baggy with tons of holes in them. Karanese High was overcrowded, to say the least; several other districts in Maria like Shiganshina and Karanes went here too. Aella pulled her hood over her head more and walked in, the first thing she heard was about some new upperclassmen joining who was apparently from Sina, though the staff claimed he's been here since Freshman year. Well, according to every girl who's seen him say otherwise. Aella rolled her eyes and went to her first-period class — art. Well, to be more specific, advanced art. Aella focused on her studies more than anything nowadays rather than being the party animal she was barely two years ago and eventually managed to score every advanced class possible in the art, history, and English field. Aella walked into the classroom, nodded her head towards the teacher, and sat down in her own space. Not that she was shy or anything, though she did have anxiety, Aella just wasn't interested in talking to people. The first day of classes was shaping up to be a boring one and it was only the first hour. Though, by third period Aella finally laid eyes on the new guy, or what she assumed to be him since every single girl that wasn't gay was non-discreetly staring at him. Her eyes widened; not that he wasn't attractive, by all means, he was, but the look in his eye is what caught Aella off-guard. It was the look of someone who's been through too much shone right in his eyes no matter how much he schooled his face into a blank stare and it scared the shit out of Aella; she saw herself looking back at her when the new guy made eye contact with her. He had a past probably as horrifying as her own — and she was determined to figure him out. By the end of fitness, Aella overheard his name; Levi. Though even with her new mission at hand, Aella couldn't give a single shit when she saw him in the library period 4 and 5 for study hall; she had to budget this month's pay to see how much she can afford for food after utility, water, and electrical expenses are taken care of. Aella put in a special request at the end of last school year for her to have study hall every quarter so she could not only do homework, but budget as well as this was the only 'free time' she really had.

        Levi was fucking bored, to say the least. It was only fifth period and he was already done pretending to be a high schooler; girls practically drooled in his presence and begged him to go to the next party over the weekend. He was a damn mafia boss for christ's sake! Isabel might've been clever, but Levi was fucking over it. Levi looked behind his back for the umpteenth time; he was still paranoid as not even two days ago was the heist that sent him into hiding in the first place. Though, there was one thing that intrigued Levi while he resided at this hellhole; the fact that there were fighting pools after school where you could make money from if you won enough fights. Perhaps instead of getting eyes and ears everywhere, Levi should just recruit those that win these fights to the point where No Sympathy had enough members to be considered an entire political system of its own. Levi scanned the entire library once more and mapped out escape route upon escape route — if Levi was to be caught in this damn building, he'd sure as hell escape into the open. Nevertheless, the period is almost over and then Levi has to choke down horrid food; he might as well as just skip lunch! Levi looked over to see a girl looking absolutely distraught about something. She couldn't have homework already, could she?

        The day carried on as normal, or well as normal as it gets for Aella. She bolted out of school the moment she was dismissed; she had to get home to eat literally anything before work in less than an hour. Aella had no idea how she was going to handle the problem of homework on top of paying bills and budgeting, but if there's a will there's a way, right?

        "Damn it, this is the last of my food. I suppose I already have to take some out of the food funds, huh?" Aella grumbled, grabbing a $50 from the tiny letter envelope taped to the side of her fridge. She was going to cry about money later, right now she had to go to work or else she wouldn't collect the desperately needed money from her employer in two Fridays. Grabbing her hoodie and satchel from the couch, Aella went outside and locked her apartment door before leaving. Working for a writing company had its perks, but considering that it was family owned meant that pay was a little bit better than what a normal company job would be at the same caliber... Except Aella had no healthcare or insurance for that matter. She was too poor to even try and get any, nevertheless, fulfill the payments, so whenever she got sick she'd just have to hope she got over it, though that was never really the case sometimes. The previous hospital bill she owed forced her to cut down her food budget to a measly $30. Yeah, she lived off of ramen for a while.

             Levi was back in the slums — well, Maria's slums he supposed. Though, these slums actually had nice-looking apartments and were still apart of the richest district in Maria, but that didn't say much as Maria was as poor as you could get — aside from the slums Levi was from, that is. Tiny grocers littered the streets every twenty complexes or so, which was beneficial to Levi who only ate at the high school today. Levi knew he wasn't supposed to be out like this, but the man had to eat something — anything, really. Walking from his apartment Farlan found for him, Levi pulled his hoodie up over his head and slid his bandana over his mouth; yes, it looked shady as hell, but he'd have the decency to slide the bandana back down when he entered the store. Levi looked left and right, only sticking to the back alleys and shadows of the night while he walked over to the store, well, gas station. Parallel from Levi was another crosswalk, though this one actually had lamp posts that lit up the way for both pedestrians and drivers alike, unlike Levi's side; it was pitch black, only receiving light from those that have yet to slide their shades down in their apartments. The night was muggy; the air moist and sticky with humidity, and when accompanied with crickets, basic city sounds, and blistering heat at 7 at night, it was practically Levi's doom — he felt absolutely disgusting and he had just showered earlier that morning. When Levi finally approached the gas station, he felt like he was being watched — making him clutch one his several blades tightly; he was ready to throw the knife at anyone that made any sound he deemed odd. Though, when Levi stopped feet away from the sliding doors the feeling disappeared — they were trying to get him to let his guard down; whoever they were. Levi begrudgingly moved his feet and walked in the store, grabbing as much food he could deem edible that'd last him close to three days if he really stretched it out. But when Levi left, hands in pocket, earth-destroying bag hanging from his pocketed arm, Levi knew he was being followed; and make no mistake they were not friendly whatsoever. Levi continued walking like normal, but it was far from normal. It felt like walking on eggshells — one wrong move and he's exposed. Levi took the liberty to slide his bandana up while in the gas station, but it wasn't enough for him; Levi was going to have to run if he was to lose them by the time he managed to reach his shitty temporary apartment. Levi sucked in a breath and mentally groaned; he did not feel like beating the living shit out of someone today; Levi counted to three and broke into a sprint that easily dusted whoever was following him in mere seconds. When Levi looked back the next time, he caught eye of seven gang members from his rival gang.

[dyaz-stories]

Meeting

Back with a Gajevy one-shot for the Bonus Day of the Gajevy week! Hope you will enjoy it ^-^

Word count: 2,330

Prompt: Canon Divergent — if Gajeel and Levy’s first contact hadn’t been what it was.

“Gajeel?”

The voice is soft, but the Dragon Slayer still hears it distinctly in the loud rumble of the guild’s hall. Maybe it’s because of the wide, empty circle that has formed around him, leaving several stools free from either side of him at the crowded bar, or maybe it’s because it’s just that rare to hear his name being spoken without hatred or disgust.

Anyway, he’s half-drunk and he doesn’t think about any of that. He turns slowly, almost threateningly, to face the person, and finds out an almost ridiculously short and frail young woman. It’s only when he notices the vibrant blue of her hair that he identifies her, and his lips curve into a bad imitation of a smirk. It’s half the alcohol and half the feelings he gets just looking at the bitch that make his voice full of animosity when he speaks.

“The fuck d’ya want?”

The small woman tenses and frowns. There is no shock nor hurt on her face, though she does look a bit uncomfortable, and he’s almost disappointed.

“I’m… I’m Levy McGarden, I—”

“I know who you are,” he interrupts her, already fed up with her bullshit. He’s fed up with the entire fucking guild’s bullshit already, actually, but tonight he has exceptionally low patience for whatever she wants. “You’re with the two guys who couldn’t stop bragging ‘bout beating me up.” His smirk widens, revealing his sharp teeth. “Is that why yer here? Yer mad at me for teaching them a lesson? ‘Cause they had that one coming, shrimp.”

She vaguely recoils, but she doesn’t exactly looks scared, and it really gets on his nerves. Since he’s joined Fairy Tail — not like he had a fucking choice — most people are scared of him. They know of that one time when he was attacked, but they also know of how he got his revenge. Sure, he lost against the sorry excuse for a Dragon Slayer, but just because that one guy could beat him doesn’t make him any less deadly.

Point is, people fear him, and he likes it. He doesn’t get lonely, even though the ambiance is quite different here. Even though people talk and laugh and just all seem to get along everywhere around him and he’s not a part of it.

He can’t be a part of it, and it’s not just because he doesn’t want to. He nearly killed several people here. He has nothing to do here.

At least they leave him alone, so he doesn’t have to think about any of that, about how he doesn’t belong here, like he’s never belonged into any place where pain and violence aren’t a simple fact of life.

Maybe that’s why he wants the midget to leave him alone. Because they’re clearly not from the same world.

“I… don’t like violence,” the girl answers him, slowly. “I don’t agree with what they did to you.” She wrinkles her nose. “Not that I agree with what you did to them afterwards, or to the other people in the guild.”

He almost feels relief at her words. Anger and disapproval? He knows just how to deal with that. It’s like she’s taking a step in his world, putting herself on the same level as him. He rests his elbow on the bar. He’s grinning already, he can feel contempt and mockery dripping on his tongue as he opens his mouth.

“But that’s not why I’m here.”

That takes him by surprise. His grin disappears and he stares at her in confusion. This time, she avoids meeting his eyes, but it’s not in fear, and that only confuses him more. He can’t recognize her attitude.

“I came to say I’m sorry.”

That’s when he manages to find the word for how she acts.

It’s guilt.

Her right hand is gripping her elbow and she looks clearly uncomfortable, which was not the case just a minute ago, when she was answering to him. It does make him wonder what the fuck is wrong with her but also, though he has no intention to admit it, even it to himself, it kinda makes him curious. That girl… she has something new about herself. Something he hasn’t seen before. He’s seen women not being scared of him, he’s faced women who were just as strong as him, and even women who stared at him dead in the eye even though they knew he was going to kill him.

But he’s never met anyone who feels bad about things he’s gone through. Not the people who hurt him on purpose, and certainly not a complete stranger with basically no responsibility in it.

Well, too bad for her. Because he’s definitely going to take advantage of that.

“They shouldn’t have done that,” she adds, her voice turning into even more of a mumble. “You were our enemy at the time, but that didn’t make it okay. You hadn’t done anything wrong.” She doesn’t say ‘then’, but he hears it loud and clear.

Gajeel’s a lot of things — a lot of horrible things, he’ll admit it — but he’s not a liar. This isn’t even fun. He should find it hilarious, to hear her say all of that, but there’s a weird sincerity to it that doesn’t make him feel too good about himself.

“You know I’d have done the exact same thing to you if I’d gotten the chance, right?”

This time, she flinches. It’s the first time since the beginning of the conversation, and it makes him wonder if she just doesn’t realize how dangerous he is. Normally, he’d take this occasion to growl and scare her away, but he doesn’t even want to right now.

He’s not sure why though.

“They got lucky. They found me first, they had the time to prepare a trap. Otherwise,” he gives her a joyless grin, revealing his teeth, “don’t think they’d have stood a chance. And don’t think I wouldn’t have taken it.” Because he would have, absolutely. Just to send a message, he would have wrecked her and her friends.

It wasn’t a problem for him at the time, but he has to admit, he’s not feeling too good about it right now.

Not that she needs to know that.

She bites her lower lip, and something strange stirs within him. She’s refusing to meet his eyes, and now it annoys him. If she looks at him, she’ll get it. She’ll understand just who, what he is. Would be better for her.

“It doesn’t make it okay,” she mumbles. “They’re the ones who did it, and now, you’re part of the guild.”

Ah. Is that what she’s worried about? That he won’t fit in? This is fucking ridiculous.

“Ye remember I kidnapped Blondie and could’ve killed the other Slayer?”

He sounds almost incredulous now, and her cheeks flush pink. He thinks she’s ashamed maybe, of even trying to play nice with him, but then she looks up, and her eyes shine with something he’s just too familiar with. Anger.

“I do remember,” she says. Despite the emotion, her tone isn’t quite as biting as he would have expected. “But we started it.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “We’d already tried to kidnap her once. You make no sense.”

He’s the one who feels uncomfortable now. He wants to end this conversation. Normally, he wouldn’t have a problem to do that, but he’s not one to flee a scene.

“No, I mean… We are the one who started it with you.”

Her eyes soften, and Gajeel wants to scream at her that she’s wrong. He doesn’t give a fuck about them attacking him, that’s for sure. She’s imagining things, making him look better than he is. Or maybe she knows all of that, and she just wants to feel better about herself. Yeah, it has to be that. That’s easier to understand. Easier for him, too.

“Okay, yer done?”

She blinks.

“You accomplished yer good deed, talked to the monster and apologized,” he growls. “Feeling better now? Can I go back to my glass or d’you need more for you fucking charity act?”

Hurt flashes in her eyes, and Gajeel kinda feels like a piece of shit, but hey, he’s used to it.

“This isn’t about me,” she protests, and it’s obvious that she means it. He rolls his eyes anyway. He’s not going to run away, but he wants her to.

“Get it over with then.”

It’s clear that he’s shaken her up more this time, but she doesn’t look like she’s going to give up. She’s brave, he’s gotta give her that. Most people here did everything they could to stay as far away from him as they can. He leans against the bar, and takes a sip of his drink.

“I… I thought maybe we should take on a quest together.”

He almost chokes. What? Where the fuck does that come from?

“It would be good for your integration here; it would show people that at least you’re trying. And it would show you what it’s like, to be in Fairy Tail.”

A smile graces her lips as she says that, and the truth is, that sight is breath-taking. It’s almost bitter for Gajeel to remember that she doesn’t smile like that because of him. He’s incapable of making anyone react like that, and he knows it. He can cause pain and fear. He certainly cannot cause joy.

He’s pretty sure it’s the first time he has ever regretted it, and he doesn’t like the taste it leaves in his mouth that much.

He needs to get her away from him. He doesn’t want her to plant all these ideas in his head, of what it would be like if he could make people happy like that, namely her, if he could be accepted, if he could be treated like everyone else is around here. Gajeel isn’t one to flee though — which means he has to make her run away.

He stands up, and she looks a bit startled, but once again, not scared. He realizes how much taller he is than her then. Girl really is ridiculously tiny, and it’s absolutely not adorable.

He towers over her, and though he definitely intends to be threatening, he knows part of it flirtatious as he curves his neck, putting his hand on the bar and trapping her between him and it. Of course, she can still get away, because it’s the fucking point, but there’s something about this chase that is absolutely thrilling to him.

“You and me, and the two morons?” he asks, his voice a low growl. “Are you sure I wouldn’t do something you’d regret?”

She seems shocked, and frankly, so is he. He should be implying that he’s going to murder them all, not that he’ll— whatever the fuck this meant.

Her lips part as she struggles to find an answer, and he feels his lips curving into a smirk. Her hand moves up against his chest, not really pushing him away, which sends a jolt of adrenaline down his spine.

“Hey. What do you think you’re doing with Levy?”

Gajeel takes a step back. He almost feels disappointed, but seeing the blush he’s leaving on the girl’s cheeks does make him feel a bit better about it. This may not be over.

“Got a problem, asshole?” he questions, folding his arms as he stares disdainfully at Jet and Droy. The two of them are certainly doing their best to be intimidating, but everyone here knows the truth.

Gajeel can easily destroy them, if he tries.

Things in the room tense, conversations’ volume gets lower. He doesn’t give a fuck.

“Calm down, guys,” Levy almost immediately interferes, stepping in between them. Her voice is soothing and she sounds surprisingly fine in this situation. “I’m the one who came to talk to him.”

Jet shakes his head. “Levy, really, you’re still going on with that idea of yours to go on a quest with him?”

Droy chimes in, looking genuinely worried. “You don’t know what he’s capable of!”

They start arguing, but Gajeel doesn’t really listen, even as the heat rises, the small blue-haired girl clearly getting more and more angry at everything they say. The truth is, they have a point. This is a terrible idea. He is a terrible person. They’re right, in not wanting someone they care about being around him. He probably wouldn’t want that either — if there was someone he cared about, that is.

“Well, then I’ll go with him alone!” the girl finally hisses.

That brings him back in, and he, as well as the two other guys, simply stare at her. They open their mouth to protest, and frankly Gajeel wants to do the same, because what the fuck is she talking about, but she’s already turned back towards him, and there’s something beautifully fiery burning in her eyes.

“Right?” her voice wavers just a little as she asks him.

He looks at her, then back at the two guys. They look both furious and dumbfounded. Nothing would anger them more than for him to say yes, and that’s totally why he does.

“Right,” he answers with a toothy grin. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Better be there, shrimp.”

He doesn’t bother to stay behind as the guys protest loudly, and he doesn’t see the amused, almost tender smile she gives to his back while he walks away.

Levy knows she’s taking a risk with this. Maybe Jet and Droy are right, and she doesn’t imagine how much of a risk it is, but she’s far from being stupid. Still, she has this feeling, deep inside her, that it’s going to be worth it.

Gajeel looks at the night sky once he’s out of the inn. Behind him, he can hear the loud shatter. Everything’s cold and dark outside.

But it feels a little less cold and dark than it usually does.