#gajevy fanfiction

[acacia-may]

With You, Life Is Always Sunny Side Up (Gajevy Fluff Fic)

Description: One morning, Levy stumbles upon Gajeel and Panther Lily's (somewhat unsuccessful) attempts to surprise her.

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Genre: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Slice of Life, Kind of Silly, and Warm & Fuzzies

Relationships: Gajeel Redfox x Levy McGarden (Gajevy) Established Relationship, and some of the Gajeel, Levy, & Panther Lily Friendship/Found Family

Characters: Levy McGarden (POV Character), Gajeel Redfox, and Panther Lily

Rating: G

Warnings: Nothing but fluff here. It might give you cavities.

Word Count: 1017

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

Note: Wishing the happiest of birthdays to @delirious-donna! I learned today was your birthday only recently so I didn't have a lot of time to prepare this, but I know we talked about how much we both love this ship in the past and you encouraged me that I could write about them, so I put this together for you. There's really not a lot to it, but it might just give you cavities!😁 I hope that you'll enjoy this story and that you have an absolutely wonderful birthday, dear!!

Story Below the Cut! Thank you so much for reading! ☀️

Sunlight streamed through the windows as Levy yawned and groggily rubbed her eyes. She stretched—rolling onto her side expecting to nestle into the chest of a certain Iron Dragon Slayer and catch up on a few extra minutes of sleep, but the side of the bed generally occupied by Gajeel was empty. With another yawn, Levy sat up and glanced around the room with a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes. There was no sign of him anywhere.

Perplexed, Levy wrapped her robe around her and headed out into the house to look for him. As she made her way down the stairs, she could hear the clanging of metal pots and pans in the kitchen. What in the world?

“Hey, Lily?” asked Gajeel’s voice, clearly trying his best to be quiet. “Does this look okay to you?”

There was a pause before Panther Lily’s voice replied. “That depends—what is it supposed to be exactly?”

Gajeel huffed. “Eggs.”

Another pause. “Then, no. It’s definitely not supposed to look like that.” Panther Lily sighed, followed by the sound of scraping and Gajeel swearing under his breath.

Levy didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, but her curiosity was definitely getting the best of her so she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened as Panther Lily continued. “You know, it’s still early—maybe you can run over to that little café down the street and pick up some breakfast.”

“I wanted to cook it myself,” Gajeel’s voice insisted. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Right now, your surprise is rubbery eggs and food poisoning,” Panther Lily quipped. “If she saw this, she’d probably thank you for ordering out.”

Levy covered her mouth before she accidentally made a sound. Her mouth curved into a smile. So they were trying to surprise her?

“Why is cooking so damn hard?” huffed Gajeel. “It’s just eggs.”

“Well for starters you don’t need an actual inferno to cook them. If you keep trying to fry them on such high heat, they’re going to turn to rubber. And please…” Panther Lily paused, and Levy could almost hear him rolling his eyes before he continued dryly, “Like I said earlier, put some butter on the pan so they don’t stick to it.”

“And like I said earlier, I’m not taking cooking advice from a cat,” bantered Gajeel.  

“I’m an Exceed, and you need all the advice you can get.”

Levy laughed in spite of herself, and though she quickly scrambled to cover her mouth, Gajeel and Panther Lily had both clearly heard her as they peeked their heads out of the kitchen. When she saw them, she laughed even harder. They were both covered in a goopy mess of flour, egg, and goodness only knows what else.

Gajeel’s eyes widened, but he did his best to frown at her. “You’re giggly this morning.”  

“And you’re a mess,” teased Levy as she ran her hand through his floury hair. “What in the world happened to you?”

“I was making breakfast—not a big deal,” he grunted with a tilt of his head.

As Levy caught sight of their kitchen over his shoulder, however, she quirked an eyebrow at him. “I think our disaster zone of a kitchen might beg to differ.”

Gajeel shrugged his shoulders slightly but insisted, “I was gonna clean it up after the food was ready.”

“So…never…?” she teased with a tilt of her head. Gajeel’s mouth twitched, seemingly in spite of himself, but he huffed.

“Okay so I’m not the best at all this…cooking stuff.”

Levy sighed with a sympathetic smile. “What I don’t understand is why you wanted to cook anyway? I would’ve made breakfast for us as soon as I got up.”

“I know, but I was up already and…I dunno,” he mumbled with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. “I wanted to do somethin’ nice for you.”

Levy’s mouth curved into a bright smile. Gajeel was always doing nice things for her from helping out with the yardwork and landscaping to working on repairs around the house to even surprising her by picking up new books for her because the covers looked interesting. Most recently, he and Panther Lily had taken on the big project of building bookcases for her next to the living room fireplace. Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, that construction zone was currently less of a mess than their kitchen. Levy chuckled at the thought before her expression softened, and she pressed her hand to Gajeel’s cheek.

“You do plenty of nice things for me, Gajeel. Most of which don’t destroy our kitchen or have the potential to give us salmonella.” She chuckled as he watched a smile tug at his mouth seemingly in spite of himself. “But if you really want to make breakfast, we can cook it together. I could always use an extra hand around the kitchen.”

“Because you can’t reach most of the cabinets otherwise,” he teased with a lopsided grin, and as he patted her on the top of the head, Levy frowned and crossed her arms at him with a somewhat playful huff. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold you up so you can reach.”

Levy rolled her eyes and quipped, “Ha. Ha. Very funny, you big tree.”

Gajeel laughed, and Levy supposed she deserved that. ‘Big tree’ was definitely not her best work in the bantering department, especially since she often prided herself on having a way with words even when she was just kidding around. “You’re a little off your game this early in the morning, Levy,” he teased.   

Levy twisted her mouth to one side but found she couldn’t hold back her smile as Gajeel leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to her forehead.

As he pulled away from her, he met her eyes with a bright, bantering grin and a dry nod. “It’s okay. I still love you.”

Levy beamed at him as she reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his grubby apron. “I love you too,” she said before pulling him in for a messy, floury kiss.

#gajevy #gajeel redfox x levy mcgarden #gajeel x levy #gajevy fanfiction #gajevy fluff #i love them your honor #happy birthday donna! 🥰 #the delightful donna 💖

[frosty-yang]

This is my new Fairy Tail/X-Men crossover fic. It’s pretty much the Fairy Tail people if they were mutants. It’s a Gajevy fic and I posted chapter two today.

#fairy tail #gajevy #gajeel x levy #gajevy fanfiction #x-men

[lucyheartfiliqx]

They’re so smushable

#nalu #fairy tail #fairy tail nalu #nalu fairytail #pro nalu #nalu fluff #lucy heartfilia #gruvia #jerza #jerza day #fairy tail jerza #gruvia fanfiction #gajevy #juvia lockser #gray x juvia #erza scarlet #levy mcgarden

[fairydares]

"Tales of Fairies" by RicardianScholar Clark-Weasley is a FT fandom all-timer, of course, but some of the chapters in particular hold such a special place in my heart. Just a few off the top of my head, in no particular order:

the one where Reedus paints yaoi of Natsu and Gray to promote public interest in the guild lmfao

the one Team Natsu makes him pull the cart since he can't ride in it

the viking AU. idek if i like the Nalu or Jerza one better [part 1 (Nalu), Part 2 (Jerza)]

The War of the Roses AU, while not actually probably one of my top favorites, is objectively amazing (major character death warning for this one at the end) [Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, Part 6, part 7, part 8, Part 9 (really a prologue), part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, End]

the AU where Natsu convinced Lucy to marry him before bringing her to Fairy Tail (the chapter about the aftermath of Natsu leaving is so good) [part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 (Edolas), Part 6 (aftermath of natsu leaving)]

the one where they all revert into children and Lucy's spirits & the remaining adults have to take care of them (Gildarts getting the chance to be his dad when she was a little girl is cathartic and sweet)

The Gangster AU (from the OP)

The one with the Pied Piper trying to kidnap the Fairy Tail kids and giving them back

The one that explores Laxus's and Mystogan's friendship

Nalu and Gruvia child's first kiss

Chapter where Fairy Tail found Future Lucy earlier in the GMG arc (some primo Nalu jealousy in this one 👌)

A deeper exploration of Natsu dimly remembering Wendy at the beginning of the Nirvana arc

Chapter where Natsu vanished with Mavis and Zeref (angsty but hopeful/happy conclusion)

hmm there's definitely more but i can't think of em now. also if i remember later maybe i'll come back to try to link the specific chapters

#posts i actually wrote #refback #fanfiction recs #fanfiction #fairy tail #nalu #jerza #gruvia #gajevy

[summerfrwrks]

imagining my ships in different lifetimes: reincarnation my beloved

thinking about writing it but i want it to be historically accurate as i can make it which would either make or break me: research my unbeloved

#fanfiction memes #fanfiction struggles #fanfiction stuff #reincarnation #fanfiction writing #jaysteph #huntlow #lukanette #klance #gajevy #caitvi #jack frost x tooth fairy #dc comics #the owl house #miraculour ladybug #voltron legendary defender #fairy tail anime #arcane #arcane series #rise of the guardians #WITH JAYSTEPH I STARTED WITH ANCIENT GREECE CAUSE BOTH THEIR NAMES ARE OF GREEK ORIGIN AND NOW I HAVE LIKE 4 OTHER LIVES FOR THEM AHHHH #for huntlow there was this SUPER CUTE ART and i don't remember where #but a version of hunter and past life of willow in some arranged marriage lives in my head rent free ever since #MARINETTE AS A LADY-IN-WAITING & LUKA AS A CHARMING TRAVELLING PERFORMER WHO ENCOURAGES HER TO PURSUE HER CREATIVE PASSIONS IN DRESS MAKING #MEDIEVAL KNIGHTS KLANCE ARTHURIAN LEGEND STYLE (no lance as lancelot NO IN THIS HOUSE HE IS PERCIVAL) #cursed dragon prince gajeel and fairy princess levy you will forever be in my heart #caitvi and fairyfrost is technically just modern au in a college setting and coffee shop au so not much of a reincarnation tho #BUT THE REST OH MAN #THE FAMILIARITY THE EASE THE NATURAL AFFECTION THAT CAME WITH LOVING THE OTHER AHHHHH [goes feral in my lil corner] #summer.txt

[firapolemos05]

@gajevyagenda Gajevy Week: Day 3

Vulnerability

Burn scars require tender care.

#gajevyweek #gajevyweek2024 #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #gajevy #gajeel x levy #fairy tail #fairy tail fanart #ft gajeel #ft levy #oh look. a scene from the fanfiction i still need to finish #i am a sucker for the 'x character who was previously touch adverse allows y character to treat their wounds as a sign of trust' trope #Gajeel #Gajeel whump #Levy #my art #my work #original #whumpblr #whump art #whump stuff #whump community

[sofya-fanfics]

Their Secret Relationship

Fandom : Fairy Tail

Relationship : Gajeel x Levy, Nastu x Juvia

My Year of the OTP 2023 contribution for the prompt : secret relationship (reveal).

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Levy looked at Natsu and Juvia. That’s strange, she thought, how long had they been friends ? Of course, Juvia was close to everyone at the guild and Natsu would do anything for its members, who were family to him. However, Levy did not remember ever seeing them talk together, much less have lunch.

Disclaimer : Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

@yearoftheotpevent

AO3 / FF.NET

Levy looked at Natsu and Juvia. That’s strange, she thought, how long had they been friends ? Of course, Juvia was close to everyone at the guild and Natsu would do anything for its members, who were family to him. However, Levy did not remember ever seeing them talk together, much less have lunch.

It was noon and most of the Fairy Tail members were having lunch at the guild. Levy was waiting for Gajeel. Natsu, Juvia and Happy were a few tables away from hers. Therefore, she had the opportunity to watch them. Usually, Natsu and Happy would have lunch together or with other members of their team, especially Lucy. And if Juvia did not have lunch with her or Gajeel, she spent most of her time with Cana and Lisanna. Something is going on, Levy was sure of it.

“What are you looking at ?”

Levy jumped. She was so focused on watching Natsu and Juvia that she did not notice Gajeel and Panther Lily approaching. Gajeel was behind her. He leaned over her to look in the same direction as her. Panther Lily was on his shoulder.

“Do you know how long they’ve been friends ?” Levy asked.

“Natsu and Juvia ? They are not friends.”

Gajeell straightened up and sat across from her, preventing her to see the dragon slayer and water mage table. As for Panther Lily, he sat at the other end of the table.

“Happy told me they were hired for a mission a month or two ago,” the Exceed said. “They must have gotten closer at this point.”

Levy frowned. She felt there was something else.

******

A few days later, Levy and Juvia were in a children's clothing store. Levy was four months pregnant and Juvia wanted to take her shopping for her future child.

“It’s never too early to prepare,” Juvia had told her.

Levy had to admit that she was right and everything she saw in this store made her happy.

“Look what Juvia found.”

She showed her a little yellow onesie with a smiling sun sewn on the front.

“Juvia knows what she’s going to get you.”

“You do not have to.”

Juvia shook her head and smiled at her.

“That makes Juvia happy.”

She walked over to the cash register to pay for the onesie. Levy could not help smiling. As soon as she knew she was pregnant, Juvia proclaimed herself aunt of her future child.

“Gajeel was my only family for years,” she had told her. “So it’s normal that I’m there for you when you need it.”

Levy was lucky to have someone like Juvia in her life. She looked out the window and she saw Natsu and Happy walking on the street. Natsu carried his backpack, like when he went on a mission. Juvia approached, holding a bag containing the onesie.

“What's the matter ?” she asked.

“It looks like Natsu is going to leave the city.”

“He goes on a mission for two days.”

“How do you know ?”

“He told Juvia about it yesterday.”

Levy looked at her, surprised. She thought back to when she had seen them having lunch together a few days ago. Which meant they had seen each other again.

“You spend a lot of time together.”

Juvia looked away and Levy frowned.

“Not so much, Juvia ran into him by chance.”

“Lily told me you went on a mission together.”

Juvia nodded and walked towards a table where different items were placed.

“Look at these bootees. It’s so cute.”

Levy knew she was trying to change the conversation. There was something going on between Juvia and Natsu, she was sure of it. But she would not say anything. If Juvia did not want to talk about it, Levy would not press her.

******

“I'm sure they're in a relationship,” Levy said, giving a screwdriver to Gajeel.

“Who ?” He answered, taking the screwdriver.

They were in the bedroom they were converting for their child and Gajeel was putting the crib together.

“Juvia and Natsu.”

“What are you talking about ?”

“Haven't you seen how they behave, the way they look at each other ? And I often saw them together.”

“You imagine things. Juvia never paid attention to Natsu.”

“Things change. Especially after what happened with Gray.”

Gajeel groaned. Everyone in the guild knew about Juvia's feelings for Gray. Unfortunately, he did not feel the same. Juvia had overheard a conversation between Gray and Erza, where he told her that he was not in love with Juvia and that he would never be. When he realized that she had heard him, he apologized, telling her that he did not want her to find out like that. Juvia had not blamed him, but she had been heartbroken. Gajeel, on the other hand, still had not forgiven Gray for hurting Juvia.

As for Natsu, Levy suspected that he was in love with Lucy. But she never realized it and when she was in a relationship, Levy saw sadness in Natsu's eyes.

“I think she might be happy with Ntsu.”

“With that idiot ? He's even dumber than Gray.”

Levy lightly hit his arm. Yet, she could not get the idea out of her head. And if they really were a couple, she would be happy for her two friends.

******

Three months had passed. The first snowflakes of winter had replaced the red leaves of autumn. Levy was seven months pregnant with twins. She still had a hard time believing it. It was both wonderful and frightening. But she knew everything was going to be okay with Gajeel by her side.

Night had fallen. They were coming home. In the distance, Levy saw Juvia and Natsu. They were smiling at each other and they were close, very close. So close that Levy thought for a moment they were going to kiss. She suddenly stopped walking.

“Is Everything all right ?” Gajeel asked, worried.

Levy nodded and pointed at Juvia and Natsu who had moved away from each other.

“Look.”

Gajeel stopped himself from rolling his eyes.

“You’re at it again.”

Levit pouted. Gajeel did not believe her when she told him that Natsu and Juvia were a couple. Each time, he told her that she had too much imagination. And Levy had no proof for what she was saying. Just her instinct.

Without thinking about what she was doing, she approached Natsu and Juvia. She heard Gajeel calling her, but she did not stop. Her friends did not see her arriving and they kissed.

“I knew it !” Levy cried out.

Natsu and Juvia jumped and moved away from each other.

“I can’t believe it, you were right,” Gajeel said, opening his eyes wide.

The dragon slayer and the water mage blushed and exchanged a look.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” Gajeel asked Juvia.

She looked at Gajeel guiltily.

“Juvia’s sorry. She wanted to tell you, but...”

She looked at Natsu, as if she was searching for help and comfort. Levy could see how bad she felt for lying to them. Especially to Gajeel.

“We wanted to keep our story to ourselves. Without anyone getting involved or judging us.”

“And after what happened with Gray-san, Juvia was worried about what you would think. Do you forgive us ?”

Gajeel sighed.

“Are you happy ?”

“Juvia is very happy.”

“So that's all that matters. Even if it's with this idiot.”

“Hey !” Natsu cried out.

He glared at him, annoyed. Levy laughed lightly at his reaction. She approached Juvia and took her in her arms.

“I'm happy for you.”

Juvia smiled and put her arms around Levy. Even if Natsu and Juvia were different, she knew they would be happy together. And no matter how anyone would react when they would learn of their relationship, she would be there to support them.

The end

#year of the otp #year of the otp 2023 #fairy tail #navia #natsu x juvia #gajevy #gajeel x levy #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #juvia lockser #natsu dragneel #navia fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing

[heartonxions]

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

#WHAT DO I TAG THIS #IM SHY #SUPER SHY SUPER SHY #SORRY #uh #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #gajevy #gajeel x levy #sort of?? #yes?? #in the universe.. #onx rambles #fanfic #fanfiction

[neen-writes]

Silver for Monsters -- Ch. 9 "Exposed"

Pairing: Gajeel/Levy

Series: Fairy Tail, Witcher AU

Notes: Shorter than usual, but I had this scene in my head for a while and really just wanted to write some tension. Next chapter will have some actual plot but we love some prickly Gajeel.

Read on Ao3

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The horse made it about twenty feet with the bolt in its flesh before it collapsed, riderless, into the dirt. 

Gajeel barely manages to catch Levy gracelessly before she lands, thrown fully from the back of the beast. His hand latches onto her upper arm and the momentum spins him harshly to follow her down, slowing the impact just enough to avoid broken bones. He stumbles to keep from falling on top of her completely and the two lock eyes for a second to take quick stock. The mage’s eyes are wide as his sweep over her, and he realizes, belatedly, that his perspective is skewed and the blood dappling her clothing is thankfully not hers.

There’s a distant soft thud, and a hiss that has Gajeel moving. He releases his companion and instead slams his fist into the earth just beside her head. Shock lights her features, as another bolt glances off his armored forearm that would have planted itself somewhere around her face otherwise. A snarl tears from Gajeel, and he whirls to hone in on their attacker. He only needs the one eye to see the bloodied archer he evidently left alive knocking another bolt into his crossbow. He thinks how hard the man’s skull had to be to take the force of an aard and still be left breathing, let alone with an eye to see. Two of them, in fact.

Oh, Gajeel did not do well with one-upmanship.  

The tip of his steel blade drags in the dirt as he raises to his full height, angling himself fully to face the last bandit. Gajeel’s arms hang passively at his sides, his stance wide open. A dare, and a promise. The man’s first shot had hit true, opening up the side of his face enough that he spilled all over his fine new armor, the rain pooling red at his feet. But as he stands there, looking every bit like the Witcher that the bandit now recognized him to be, it’s clear as day that he will not land another.

The archer’s gaze flicks, just for a second, to the dirty mage behind him. There’s an uneasy shift in his stance, and his eyes narrow like trying to work out a problem. Levy tenses under his stare.

Whatever Gajeel had planned for his man would have to wait, because Levy had found her bearings, and was already on her feet. The incantation leaves her lips and with a small flourish of her hand the archer’s entire body locks. The crossbow falls from his grip, and releases its charge uselessly into the distance as soon as it hits the earth.

Gajeel swings his gaze to her, turning farther than necessary to accommodate for the frustrating blind spot, but she’s already striding past him. He opens his mouth to stop her, to caution her, but he notices the way her raised hand strains and falters. Her fingers look like the joints may pop at any moment, her tendons raised and strained against her usually smooth skin. It’s the only part of her that doesn’t resonate an eerie calm, each step falls near soundlessly until Levy finds herself a few feet from the bleeding assailant. She stares up into his strained face, craning her neck to make eye contact, and clicks her tongue. Her hand rotates sharply, and he drops to his knees hard enough to make him hiss.

He intends to struggle, but the only sign of resistance is his gargled breathing, and a contemptuous furrowing of his brow. The mage crouches in front of him and is the picture of serenity as she asks, “Do you know who I am?”

The balding man grits his teeth, glancing between the monster hunter and the mage more than once. He doesn’t answer.

Levy blows out a tired breath, and with it the brown bleeds from her hair. The ruffle of a gentle breeze, and the blue strands catch the grey light, dry only for a few moments before the pelting rain plasters it to her face. There’s a flicker of surprise, of knowing, in the man’s face. With or without words. “Yes, that’s what I thought. Now, question two, how?”

His crooked jaw works as he musters a snarl, but does not answer her. Her eyes flare, the color of her magic whirling just beneath the honey of her irises. She twists her hand again, and he drops forward onto his hands, his elbows shaking violently to keep himself upright. A small hum, and she twists a little more to bring him to his forearms. “I don’t enjoy this any more than you do. It’s important that you know that,” her voice barely sounds like her own.

Gajeel does not recognize the sorceress in front of him. He does not dislike what he sees, but he is struggling to adjust.

“It’s also important that you know there is an easy and a hard way for this conversation to progress,” she tilts her head and leans forward a fraction, her presence a silent command for him to maintain eye contact with her. Her eyes are half lidded, her lashes fan across her cheeks with each blink. “Let’s make the smart choice,” her voice drops an octave. His attention gravitates, held for several hungry heartbeats, before he snaps himself out of it and spits at her. The insult barely hits before her hand moves to hover above him and his already injured face slams downwards. Never really could get that to work for me.

A furious groan shakes him. “Is your fuckin’ guard dog gonna show me the easy way, sweetheart? Laying out your hand a bit heavy don't y’think?” he sneers into the dirt, angling to speak out the side of his mouth. Gajeel inches closer at the mention of his presence; there's an itch under the skin of his palms that distracts him from the throb in his temple. “You don't look like the killin’ type, witch.” Levy’s brows lift a fraction. “I got three more boys in them trees that know who ye are now! Witch hunters will be right pleased, they will!”

The witcher’s eyes flick upwards, but Levy is entirely unphased and doesn’t bother to check. “Look a woman in the eyes when you lie to her,” she croons. A twitch of a finger, and his head crooks unnaturally to the side to reveal more of his face. She lets silence settle just long enough to see the flicker of doubt in the man’s face, and it's all the answer she needs. “And to be clear, this is in fact the easy way,” her tone levels out and she eases back on the balls of her feet. “Can we try again? How do you know me?” she probes again. 

“You mages think the world o’ yourselves, eh? Think they'll never find ye, never set ye to the pyres,” there's a nasally edge to his voice as his broken nose fills with blood. “Fat pouch of coin for you Lodge whores these days.”

Gajeel looks pointedly at her now, and if she’s unsettled by what he tells her, she doesn’t show it. Instead she mocks a look of disingenuous satisfaction. A tilt of her head and a small smile, like thanking someone for buying something. Levy rises to her feet and like the snap of a bowstring, tension releases from her. The bandit falls into a messy coughing fit, the hold on him entirely dissolved. “That’ll do,” she mumbles, sounding far more tired than she should. Her eyes flick up to the Witcher, but she says nothing. She doesn’t need to.

He didn’t realize he was yielding to her permission until she gave it. For some reason, the man being back at Gajeel’s mercy made him acutely aware of how much his face fucking stung. The itching returned to his palms and he sheathed his blade before advancing quickly to the bandit that had rolled over to try and find his feet again. 

The Witcher would not repeat his mistake twice. 

Gajeel swept down to take a fistful of the man’s tunic, anchoring him, as his free hand pressed into his face. The body had nowhere to go as the blast surges from Gajeel’s palm, and their head jerks back at a terrible angle.

Nothing remains but the hiss of the rain as the corpse drops unceremoniously into the mud, and Gajeel finally puts his full attention back onto his companion. 

With the threat finally gone and the two of them left alone, with no mount, in the middle of the road, Levy finally yields to utter frustration. She paces left and right, like she can’t find somewhere to go, as she runs her hands through her wet hair and a string of soft curses fall under her breath.

Gajeel takes a moment to scan their surroundings for any more signs of movement, before leaving her to see to the horse. Or rather, anything worth carrying from the saddlebags. He’d had the mare since Midcopse, and already that felt like an age ago. But at least it wasn’t his horse. Lily would have a fit if he was here, Gajeel thought bitterly, wondering where where his friend was these days.

He grabs whatever he can, and turns to make sure his mage is still where he left her. She’s stopped pacing, and just stares down at the body near her feet. He makes a small hum of disapproval, and rejoins her. “Likely they had a camp nearby, ought to see if anythin’s worth using,” Gajeel offered, his voice a restrained timbre.

Levy starts, like she had forgotten he was with her, and looks up at him fully. Realization lights up in her eyes, and the distant look is gone in an instant. “Your eye,” she breathes, already moving to step much closer to him, her hands raised.

Gajeel instinctively straightens his posture as much as he’s able, and Levy pauses in front of his towering figure. His stare is sharp, half his face covered in deep crimson. There’s no way of knowing how severe the injury is without cleaning up him, but she can only see one yellow iris as it scours over her. The image before her isn’t lost on the mage. His black scalemail and the rivulets of red that paint the spaces between, the entirely wild way his hair has escaped the binds of the ponytail and clings to his face.

There’s an edge to his expression, but he finally speaks again, “Are you hurt?”

Levy deflates a little, “I’ll be a little sore in the morning, but I’m fine.”

Gajeel could not look less satisfied with the answer as he continues to look her over, his gaze finally catching on a tear just below the knee of her trousers. The Witcher didn’t want to give any credit to the bandit’s first shot, but with one bolt he had torn past Gajeel’s face and grazed her clothing into the flesh of the horse. Any small adjustment and the injury could have just as easily been hers instead. Hell, he’d fallen from horses and it hurt like a bitch. 

Had he not caught her. Had the bolt not hit him instead. His gaze flicks quickly to the corpse pooling in the mud and he feels a prickling heat on the back of his neck. The spiral of “what ifs” take root voraciously, and it takes Gajeel a moment to even recognize it and shut it back out. His gaze returns to her briefly then looks off in the direction the men had come from.

“We’ll take what we can and move on. Base isn’t far but looks like we’ll be going on foot,” he finally grumbles, and with a jerk of his chin he heads off into the edge of the tree cover.

Levy nods and follows after, noticing pretty quickly the tense set of his shoulders. He’s upset, she thinks, but the reason why is lost to her. 

Sure enough, they find a ramshackle camp not far up a small hill. As Levy glances back over her shoulder through the thin trees, she notes the clear and far view up the road they had from here. The group would have seen them coming for some time, and when she notes about where she thinks the two of them were when the bandits revealed themselves, she thinks that a set of double swords and a second rider would have been pretty visible. Unclear if they were waiting for them, but they certainly could have acted when they had an idea of who they were. 

The idea that anyone out here knows to look for the Witcher and the mage does not sit well with her. Especially when not but a few weeks ago she knew the comforts of complete obscurity. As far as the world was concerned she was dead. 

Things were significantly easier when she was dead.

Gajeel drops to a knee in front of one of the tents and rifles through their belongings. A pouch jingles, and he pockets it. Very little else sticks out to him, just an assortment of worn down, stolen goods. The entire camp stinks of wet dog.

He bristles when she appears next to him, then calms just as quickly. She has a roll of cloth in her hands, and it’s probably the cleanest thing here. “Looks like they stole some medical supplies, but either ditched or used anything helpful. Let me see,” she reaches out for him and he stiffens, but doesn’t move away.

“I’m fine,” he grumbles.

The mage narrows her eyes and holds out her hand somewhere to the left of his face. “How many fingers?”

Gajeel grits his teeth and tries to turn his head to get some kind of periphery with his good eye, but she takes that same hand and grips him by the chin, keeping his look straight on. “Shut up and give me a minute to look at you, it’s not like it’s the first time.” 

Muscles tense along his jaw as he recalls the much simpler time when she was a no-name herbalist who had hired him to kill a fiend. The effortless conversation in her home, in front of a fire, while she patched him up. When he thought it was one and done, when he thought he left her safer than he found her.

“Gajeel,” she insists.

His resistance is palpable, but he pivots to sit flat on the earth and lets her bring the cloth to his face as she kneels on the ground next to him. Gajeel hisses sharply, but she’s careful. He lets several moments of quiet to stretch between them before he loses his fight to keep his mouth shut. “You were supposed to keep your cover.”

Levy pauses, but doesn’t bother to meet his stare before she resumes dabbing away at the blood. Hells, I forget how much faces bleed, she thinks. As she clears away some of the blood, she sees the laceration that spreads along his temple to the very outer corner of his left eye, and just grazes the bridge of his nose. Another vicious scar to add to his collection. “Yes, well, I needed to adapt.” The Witcher leans back then, away from her touch, and levels a withering stare at her. Ah, very upset then.

“You’re reckless,” he says, “there could have been more of ‘em, like he said, and ya blew your cover.”

Levy drops her hand slightly and gives him a defiant glare. “There weren’t.”

“There could have been.”

Now the sorceress fully pulled back, and her face is the image of tired impatience. “They already had their eyes on me before I dropped my glamor, Gajeel. I thought it was because of, well,” she paused, “But something was off. I needed to know if news of the resurrection of a Lodge sorceress could have made it to the rabble.” She tries again to tend to him, needing to keep her hands busy. In all truth, the revelation that her life was so widely known, that people were looking for her and her peers had her reeling. It was going to take time to adjust to the feeling that the world was against her. The last thing she needs is to feel like he’s against her too.

Gajeel’s eye narrows and his hands work repeatedly into fists in his lap. “You’re paying me to escort ya, presumably because you need the muscle to keep you safe. And when you’re reckless, it doesn’t make it easy on me. You were reckless there, reckless at the windmill, and goddamn complacent at the checkpoint. You’ll end up back in dimeritium fuckin quick at this rate.” There’s a harder edge in his voice than he intends as the list of failures tumbles out, and each one slices at the carefully built composure in her eyes. Regret sinks like a stone immediately after.

Levy sighs, and an exhausted frustration radiates from her. “I didn’t force you to take this contract,” her voice is even, calm as she tries to focus all her attention on the blind half of his injured face. 

Gajeel rears back, and she can’t tell what he’s angry at, but he is absolutely angry. The words are out before he can stop them. “Didn’t you?” 

The mage stills, before pulling her hands back to her lap. This was getting nowhere, but the accusation strikes her more than anything else. “What could you possibly mean by that?”

“You–” he starts, a slew of words on his tongue, but he cuts himself short. What was he going to tell her? That the shittier, impulsive side of him nearly blamed her for his lack of sleep? For haunting his dreams, like she had put some kind of hex on him? That kind of thinking was for the same common folk that made rumors about his own kind. It was ignorant, unkind, and didn’t have a shred of truth. He didn’t know her well, but well enough to know that isn’t her way. And it is unfair beyond words to put that on her. He knows, he knows she doesn't deserve that.

But whether he likes it or not he’s already said it, by hardly saying anything at all.

His silence is enough for Levy, and disappointment darkens her features. “My apologies,” she reaches out to take his hand suddenly, shocking him so sharply that he can barely react before she shoves the cloth into it and lets go, “for being such an inconvenience. I'll keep that in mind the next time a Kingdom wants me dead. It’s not much farther until you can drop me off, yeah?” she glances at the cloth in his hand, “Keep pressure on that.”

She’s on her feet before Gajeel can try to hash together an apology. The words fail him spectacularly as she goes to sift through some tents she’s absolutely already searched. Way to fucking go you absolute twit.

Gajeel quells the urge to punch something and instead presses the cloth into his wound a lot harder than necessary. The anger coils sickeningly in his gut, and for a man who survives by his discipline, his ability to keep things like that locked away, it’s an embarrassment. What reason does he have to take it out on her? 

Just because there were a few short moments that he wasn’t in control, where he had let his hold on her safety slip. All to some worthless criminal that he left alive. It was his failure, not hers.

This was why he dealt with monsters.

He grit his teeth, swallowing down a curse, and threw the cloth into the dirt before rising to his feet. “If we leave now we’ll make it by dinner,” he announced, unable to bring himself to look at her.

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[mothmags]

The Redfox Girls

Identical twins and the middle children of the family

They have an older and a younger brother (I'll flush them out eventually)

They learned their magic from their mama and bonded over it

they were levys little shadows when they were very small

Odessa - 22

Takes large influences from goth and punk ideals and fashion

very patient and quiet but still extroverted and social

has, does, and specializes in face pircings

she's certified now, but she very much wasn't when she did a lot of them for her friends

she works as a piercer at a tattoo shop by commission

shes has a huge interest in languages and is fluent in 5. 1 of them being considered a dead language. Shes semi fluent in 3 others and is studying several more

she helps translate and localise texts and media in her free time and makes a lot of passive money off of it

started out being an unofficial sub translator for anime when she was like 12 and now people hire her to do it

she does a lot of very old text translation for the magic councils library and Fiore University

She got her undergrad in linguistics and is getting a masters in historical linguistics at Fiore Uni (online courses coming in clutch)

is a solid script wizard but doesn't just stick to english.

I like to think that different languages change how a script functions, sometimes even if it's "technically" the same word.

is appart of Maree's team and is mainly the mediator of the group when things get out of hand

Salem - 22

Takes influence from "preppy" or "soft academia" aesthetics

she picked up a valley girl esc accent from her time studying abroad and refuses to lose it

it drives her dad CRAZY

I think she'd be going to law school at Fiore Uni for magic law, but studied abroad for an English and journalism degree

she looked up to her auntie lucy as a kid, and it shows

doesnt do much magic anymore, but she will take a job here and there with Odessa if she needs backup or money (law school doesnt pay for itself)

she's also a solid script mage :) (shocker) but is kinda rusty

has a shit ton of properly healed ear pircings and brags about it (i would too honestly)

has pierced and will pierce again

same as her sister in piercing others before being certified, but she only does ears. she also works in the same shop for some quick cash when she needs it

she did one of Nashis nostrils when she was like 15 and she got a booger on her. it grossed her out, and she now refuses to do face stuff because of it

has a short temper but learned to control it very well in a professional setting.

not in a personal one, tho. can and will throw hands at any time

has a very bold personality

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New chapter 2: Memento

Levy had to fight back fresh tears that were quickly welling up in her eyes. She hastily wiped them away with the sleeve of her coat. "What’s up, Shorty?" Gajeel wanted to know and let her go so he could see her agitated face. Levy clenched her fists in her pockets in helpless anger. "It’s… it's so… impersonal. I don't know what I was expecting."

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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

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“When you’re ready.” - artwork by me (do not repost)

When a job goes terribly wrong, the Fairy Tail guild is left to pick up the pieces. Mourning the deaths of their guildmates, Lucy can't seem to find the strength to move forward. But she comes to realize one person understands. His madness was her mercy, and she finally began to hope that maybe he could make her heart beat again.

Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Adventure/Tragedy Warning: Character Death(s)

Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3 l Ch. 4 l Ch. 5 l Ch. 6

Chapter 7 Word Count: 5400 Can also be found on AO3 and FFN @ft-reboost​

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“Levy?” Cana shook her head, her glassy eyes turning back to the barrel she had been clutching since she strolled into the guild just after dawn. “I haven’t seen her all day. I didn’t see her come back to Fairy Hills last night either.”

Gajeel leaned against the bar, steely eyes peering over the expanse of the guildhall. Only a week had passed since the news of Titania and Salamander’s deaths, along with that silly blue cat of his. Things were far from normal at the Fairy Tail guild, but slowly people were beginning to show up for meal times and try to make conversation.

Some people, like Gray and Lucy, hadn’t been seen since the funeral. Gajeel hadn’t been too concerned about them - they had lost their teammates after all - but Levy had always been present. So, it bothered him that she had suddenly disappeared.

Cana shrugged. “She’s been reading books pretty avidly lately, more so than usual anyways. Maybe check out the library?”

Gajeel grumbled a ‘thanks' before pushing off the bar and finding his way to the Fairy Tail library housed beneath the guild. He had never stepped foot inside the book repository. He never had a need to. So it took him a while to search through the maze of shelves.

He found Levy near the back of the library sitting on the floor with a dozen books spread around her. She sat with her knees tucked beneath her, wind-reader glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, and hair pulled back by a headband. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but with Gajeel’s sharpened sight, he could see the bags forming under her eyes. She wasn’t destroyed, but she was getting there.

“Hey, Shrimp,” he called out to grab her attention.

Her brown eyes continued to quickly shift over the words on the page, completely zoned in on whatever had captured her attention.

He crouched down, leaning his arms against his thighs. “Levy.”

She startled, shooting her tired gaze to his. When she realized who he was, she relaxed, a breath of relief passing her lips. “Gajeel. What are you doing down here?”

“Came lookin’ for ya. Cana said she didn’t see you come home last night.”

“Yeah, I was out late and I left pretty early this morning. Wanted to get some reading done.” She marked the page in her book and slipped off her glasses, rubbing her thumb and forefinger over tired eyes. Wisps of stray blue hair framed her face as she smiled up at him.

He watched her carefully, taking note of how lifeless her peppy personality had become. “Your smile isn’t as bright as it used to be,” he off-handedly commented.

Pink dusted her cheeks. “O-Oh, is it now?” She chuckled nervously before shrugging and tilting her head. “Just give me a little while to be said. Someday soon, I promise to come back brighter than ever!” She pumped her fist in the air to emphasize her words.

Nothing could ever scare Gajeel more than the look in her eyes right then - that false bravado, the courageous face she was putting on. But her eyes told it all. Levy was slowly dying inside from the grief, and it terrified him.

The iron-dragon slayer cleared his throat, glancing over the mountain of books she had surrounded herself with. Majority of them were in languages he couldn’t name, but the ones he could make out had the words ‘demons’ and ‘purgatory’ in them. “Uh, what’re you reading about?”

“Well,” she started sheepishly, poking her index fingers together and peering up at him with a hesitant expression - almost like a child waiting to be scolded. He raised a brow, prompting her to continue. “I, uh, I’m researching the demons that attacked Team Natsu.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You serious? Those demons are long gone.” He scoffed and stood up. “Whoever did this will still be out there after we get our feet back under us.”

Pursing her lips, Levy climbed to her feet beside him and shook her head. “I know that,” she murmured, clasping her hands in front of her and looking up at him with determination. “But if I stopped, if I gave up for now, I wouldn’t have anything left driving me forward and grief would consume me.” She released a shuddering breath, her eyes misty as she glanced away. “I-I can’t fix anyone’s pain. I can’t bring Natsu, Erza, or Happy back. I can’t piece together whatever happiness we have left. But this…” She turned and gestured to the towers of books. “Finding the people who did this, no matter how small of a chance - this is something I can do.”

He studied her closely. For as long as Gajeel had known her, Levy had never given up. Not when she fought to forgive him after he brutally attacked her. Not during the battle of Fairy Tail when she rewrote Freed’s spell and released him and Natsu to take on Laxus. Not when they battled Grimroire Heart on Tenrou. Not even during the battle of the dragons as she pushed all the townsfolk to safety. She had always been front and center, doing everything in her power to ensure victory, no matter the cost.

So, as he stared at her, petite yet fierce, he knew no matter what he said, she wasn’t going to let this one go. And part of him didn’t want to. Because the demons who had killed their guildmates were going to pay.

“Tartaros.”

Her brown eyes widened. “Wh-What?”

“It was Tartaros.” Gajeel had overhead Makarov that day in the guildhall, picked up easily with his sensitive hearing. Sleuthing was one of his strong suits. It’s why he was able to play a double-agent so well. However, Makarov’s caution regarding Tartaros was justified, and he wasn’t yet sure if he should question that decision. Makarov wasn’t exactly a man to doubt when it came to his motives. The other dragon slayers hadn’t been nearby, so Gajeel was sure he was the only one who knew.

Levy swallowed thickly, her surprise quickly snuffed out with new resolve. “I-I had a feeling they may have been involved. They’re the only dark guild left that could’ve done something like this. Just hadn’t found proof yet,” she murmured, her eyes sweeping over her research. “Not sure how the demons tie into them though.”

Gajeel smirked. Levy’s actions over the past couple of days and the books piled on the floor at their feet were evidence that she had figured it out. Of course she did. “Well, what did you find?”

They shared a look, one filled with unwavering conviction. The unknown of what laid ahead terrified them - the notion of going up against a dark guild known only as the Gates to the Underworld. But their pain and grief triumphed over everything. Their vengeance would remain strong and true until the bitter end, whenever that would come.

For now, Levy smiled and sat down on the floor again to share what she had learned. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

After another unsettling night in the guildhall - quiet grieving masked by alcohol - Mirajane and Lisanna worked to clean up the aftermath. It had dawned on the elder Strauss sibling that they would run out of booze soon. They hadn’t yet recovered from their most recent celebration after Crocus, which had only been a week ago, but it felt as if a lifetime had passed since then.

Had it only been seven days? Seven days since the end of the Grand Magic Games, the dragon attack, and the parties that followed. Natsu had stolen the king’s crown, an embarrassing yet hilarious end to their time in the capital. He had jubilantly shouted for them to bow down to him, causing Erza to nearly punish him on the spot for mortifying Fairy Tail. Everyone had laughed, including the king and Hisui, the terrifying battle with mythical creatures now behind them. They had been victorious. And now-

A jarring crash stole Mirajane’s attention, the echoes of broken glass filling the empty guildhall. She quickly looked over to see that her younger sister had dropped a plate, causing it to shatter on the floor. “Oh, Lisanna! Are you all right? Here, let me help.”

She knelt down with a towel beside her, attempting to clean up the mess, but as they began picking up the broken pieces, Lisanna cut herself on a shard of glass. “Ouch,” she murmured while recoiling, wincing as a drop of blood appeared on her finger.

“You have to be careful,” Mirajane gently chastised, wrapping her towel around Lisanna’s injury.

Lisanna sighed, averting her gaze. She bit her lower lip until it was almost raw, the sisters remaining quiet as Mirajane put pressure on her finger to stop the blood flow. A few moments passed before Lisanna finally spoke up. “Is there something wrong with me?”

Mirajane was pulled from her thoughts and looked at the younger take-over mage. Ever since her youth, Lisanna had always had this upbeat and positive attitude. It was infectious and often kept Mirajane’s own worries at bay. But now, looking at the deep sadness that reflected in her eyes, Mirajane realized even the most positive people could have their world crushed.

She tilted her head and knitted her brows. “What do you mean?”

Lisanna wouldn’t meet her gaze. “I-I know Lucy is a good person. She’s beautiful, smart, and kind. But…” She paused, swallowing thickly, and curling her uninjured hand into a tight fist. “I-I’ve been jealous of her ever since I met her.”

Mirajane frowned. As far as she could tell, Lucy and Lisanna had been amicable since they met. She had seen no ire from either of them, and Lisanna had never confided in her with such feelings before. Yet, she had an inkling of where these emotions stemmed from.

“But,” Lisanna continued with guilt-ridden eyes. “She was also Natsu’s best friend. I know I shouldn’t be jealous. When I was away, Lucy came along and became a part of Natsu’s life. And part of me is happy about that, because when I was in Edolas, I had been so worried about him - about what would happen to him without me around. Yet..” She paused again, tears filling her eyes.

Shame was not an easy burden to carry. Mirajane rested a gentle hand on her sister’s shoulder. “What is it?”

Lisanna choked out a cry, hurrying to brush away the tears that fell down her cheeks. “I-I just can’t help feeling as if part of me holds Lucy responsible for Natsu and Happy’s deaths,” she confessed quietly, her sin finally out in the open. “She was there - right there - and didn’t save them! That somehow it’s all her fault that they’re gone.”

Realizing the cause of her sister’s affliction, Mirajane’s heart went out to her. “Oh, Lisanna,” she sighed.

“Is there s-something wrong with me?” she asked again, her words broken as whimpers escaped her lips.

Mirajane wrapped her hands around her sister’s, coaxing their gazes to meet. “Yes, but it’s the same thing that’s wrong with all of us. We’re looking for someone to blame - someone tangible right in front of us - because it’s easier than believing this had all been a terrible tragedy at the hands of demons we can’t find.”

Lisanna nodded her head, sniffling. “I just-” She paused, fruitlessly attempting to push away her tears. “I had so many things I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him how much I had missed him, and that I was proud of how strong he had become. Just so many unspoken thoughts and words, but I couldn’t say them to him. I couldn’t face him and admit to him that I was jealous, and how hurt I was when I came back and things weren’t the same. It’s because of that fear that I never got the chance to say the one that was important. I never had the chance-” *Hiccup* “To-To tell him I loved him.”

As she broke down crying, Mirajane pulled her to her chest, feeling her own eyes well up with tears. Long ago she had suspected the animal take-over mage had developed feelings for the dragon slayer. Their friendship ran deep and the two were rarely seen without the other. Even though Lisanna had her siblings, and Natsu had the rest of the rowdy bunch of young wizards, the two of them had always shared a special connection.

If she were being honest, Mirajane couldn’t remember Lisanna and Natsu actually sharing a moment alone after she returned from Edolas. The S-Class Trials began only weeks later, and they had all been swept up in the grandeur of friendly skirmishes. After their seven year stasis, they immediately began to train for the Grand Magic Games. Between being declared the victors and the battles with the dragons immediately following, it was amazing that Lisanna had adjusted as well as she did. They really hadn’t been granted the opportunity to immerse her back into their life. The sisters had shared conversations and talked late into the night on plenty of occasions, catching Lisanna up on what she had missed during her time away, but that didn’t account for the memories and emotional attachments she had missed.

Mirajane felt the weight of the world on her shoulders and the weight of Lisanna’s grief in her arms as she contemplated her sister’s predicament. “I know it’s difficult to keep going,” Mirajane soothed quietly, running a hand through her hair. “But just know that you have to.”

“How?” Lisanna cried out, her emotional vexation reminding Mirajane so much of her own when a certain red-head had come to her aid. “How can I, when I feel so bitter, as if I have no direction anymore?”

Mirajane smiled sadly. “I remember that feeling. You’re caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.” She pulled away to look down at her sister, wiping away her tears. “But remember, things will weigh you down, but only if you let them. I get it. It’s hard to pretend that a boulder is a feather. It’s hard to pretend that something difficult is easy. So, just do what I’ve done for years. I just pretend that I’m strong, until I am.”

Lisanna sniffled, her sobs finally beginning to quiet.

The elder take-over mage sighed, memories turning back to when she thought Lisanna had died, and the guilt that nearly killed Elfman. “You may feel bitter toward Lucy, and angry over Natsu. But the truth is,” she said, gently resting her forehead against her sister’s. “Unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself for those feelings, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize the situation is over - you can’t move forward.”

Levy knocked on a familiar door she had walked through many times before. She played with a strand of her hair, brown eyes drawn to the floor boards beneath her feet. It had become her daily ritual when taking a break from the library to walk to the apartment complex not far from the guild hall, her heart aching for a smiling, blonde, celestial wizard to welcome her in. But that moment had yet to come. Not the day after the funeral, or the week that followed. Lucy Heartfilia had become a ghost, locking herself within the same four walls and refusing to see anyone.

The solid-script mage exhaled deeply, feeling terribly helpless during this time of grieving. Her research hadn’t turned up anything worthwhile at the Fairy Tail library, so in between musing over other means of gathering information, she filled her days of attempting to bring some semblance of normalcy back to the guild. She read books in the hall and tried to greet everyone with a cheerful smile. The awkward responses she received indicated she was trying too hard, but she didn’t know what else to do. They needed someone to spur them into action, a speech of hope and faith to give them the final push toward defeating their current adversary.

However, Makarov had said nothing on the subject, instead locking himself within his office for days on end, allowing only Mirajane and Laxus to speak with him on occasion. Levy didn’t know what the master was planning, but she had a sneaking suspicion he was doing his own digging into Tartaros, perhaps pulling strings she herself did not possess.

“Lucy,” she called out desperately for her friend, knocking again in the hopes this time she would let her in. The deep blues of night had descended on Magnolia, snuffing out the last bit of sunlight, and causing Levy to feel that more anxious about Lucy’s well-being. “Please, I just want to talk, make sure you’re okay.” Her eyes filled with frustrated tears, hands curling into fists at her sides. “I’m worried sick, Lu. Open the door.”

The tiny script mage’s voice was stern - demanding - so different from her carefree nature only weeks before. She was tired of fighting against Lucy’s absurd way of shutting out the world. They were a family, dammit, and they needed each other. Couldn’t she see that?

She pushed her blue hair out of her face, setting one last despondent look at Lucy’s apartment door before turning to leave. Just as she began making her way out of the front door, Loke appeared in a glitter of golden light, startling her. His suit was clean-pressed as usual, but his expression twisted into one of concern.

“Levy,” he greeted languidly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“How is she?” Levy asked, hands wrapping around themselves in worry. “Why-Why won’t she let me in?”

“She’s okay,” he soothed, dark circles under his eyes speaking of exhaustion. He readjusted his glasses. “Don’t worry. Her spirits are looking after her. Lucy suffered a terrible loss, and she’s taking it hard.” He sighed, looking over at her door as if he could see right through it. “From what Aquarius told me, when Lucy’s mother died, she tried to do the same thing. But she was young - easily distracted by her estate’s employees and the little attention her father gave her.”

Levy shook her head dismissively. “Then why won’t she let us help her now? Why won’t she come to the guild, or let us in?”

He shrugged. “She just lost her team, and one of her best friends - the person who gave her purpose in life again. Lucy spent years under her father’s thumb until she ran away to find happiness. Natsu gave that to her. He brought her to Fairy Tail. She’s going to need time to heal.”

That wasn’t the explanation Levy wanted to hear, but she could understand what Loke was saying. And seeing as how some of Lucy’s spirits had been with her for far longer than the guild had, she supposed they understood her grieving process better than she. Even so, Loke’s words did little to soothe her concern.

“If she becomes a real concern, I’ll make sure to come find you,” Loke said as a last attempt to pacify her apprehension. “I promise.”

Levy nodded, her gaze holding his. “I’m trusting you,” she murmured, before pushing past him and out the front door.

Loke stood for a moment, rubbing tired eyes, before slipping back into Lucy’s room. Virgo was in the process of running her a warm bath. Although Lucy always loved soaking in her tub, it had been hard to convince her to do so lately.

“Here you go, Princess,” he heard Virgo say from beyond the bathroom door, assisting their mage into the tub. Shortly after, Virgo stepped out into the room, exchanging a look of unease with him.

Lucy sank down into the water, the silver-gray stream curling and dancing through the air, filling the bathroom completely. After a while, a golden light shimmered in the air, and Aquarius appeared, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at Lucy’s indifferent expression.

“Lucy,” she tried, receiving not even a notion that she had been heard. She frowned, her usual bitter attitude and short-lipped responses falling to the wayside. Pathetic didn’t even begin to describe the blonde sitting before her. She sighed. “You can’t blame yourself,” she murmured, watching her carefully. “Not for this.”

The celestial mage turned her head away, eyes staring at moisture accumulating on the tile floor. “How can I not?” she asked quietly. “I survived and they didn’t.”

Aquarius had no real answer for that. Survivor’s guilt was not something that could be overcome easily. It was like the weight of the ocean’s walls were crushing a person, uncontrolled by levis. The mermaid spirit had been around long enough to have seen many of her former key holders experience such a thing. Being a wizard was not always a joyous job to yield.

“It’s okay that you survived,” she spoke softly, looking at Lucy with a pitied gaze. “I’m even happy about it.”

That made Lucy look up at her with a raised brow.

A deep blush settled on Aquarius’s cheeks. “Look, you may be a brat, but you’re Layla’s daughter. Of course I wouldn’t want anything really bad to happen to you.”

For the first time in a long time, Lucy’s lips tugged into a half-hearted smile. “Thanks, Aquarius.” Although their relationship had always been close to volatile, the mermaid spirit spoke her care discreetly.

Aquarius folded her arms over her chest, blue eyes continuing to study Lucy. Her grief this time had upended her life much like Layla’s death had, but this time, Lucy wasn’t an easily distractible child. The celestial mage understood very well what had happened to her friends, and had witnessed the trauma first hand. It wouldn’t be something that she would be able to overcome anytime soon.

“You should talk about it,” Aquarius urged gently.

Lucy’s reaction was instantaneous. She wrapped her arms tighter around her knees and hid her face between them. Aquarius could feel the anxiety coming off the girl in waves. “I-I can’t,” Lucy’s muffled, shaky voice came from the protection of her self-made sheath.

A deep exhale slipped from her lips. With a hand more gentle than ever before, Aquarius ran her fingers through Lucy’s golden tresses before coming to rest comfortably on top. “You’ll have to eventually. When you’re ready.”

Coruscating golden light filled the room and Lucy felt Aquarius’s hand disappear along with her presence. She was left alone in a lukewarm bath. Aquarius always hated bath time. The fact that she had decided to show up now soothed Lucy’s heart.

Moments later, Virgo assisted Lucy into her pajamas and then to the couch, where Virgo set about brushing Lucy’s hair. Silence filled the apartment, Virgo being careful not to pull at Lucy’s tresses. Loke stood by the window, looking down at the street below, stealing glances behind him at his mage.

Loke had lived for a very long time. He had seen the blackest moments grief and tragedy could offer. They could bury a person alive simply by the sheer weight of it all. The darkness would swallow people whole without mercy, even bringing about death. Yet, he had also seen the other side of that coin - the light that shined brightly despite the wickedness life would bring. He witnessed euphoria and triumph, the gleeful laughter of happiness too much to contain.

More than anything, Loke wanted to show Lucy that world - the brilliant sun and the skies. Happiness lived outside of these four walls she had cocooned herself within. It existed all around - in the ice creams that melted quickly; the sandy beaches and waves that tickled ankles; in the little white shells hidden under the sand, their insides still grainy with remnants of sand and iridescence. There was happiness in the fiery red and orange hues that filled the sky when the sun bid farewell; and happiness even in the pale calm of the night with the stars that shone above, reminders of all the things that were greater than the world.

There was so much more to this life than her grief, and he only wished he could help her see past this moment.

“All finished,” Virgo said quietly as she ran her fingers through Lucy’s tresses a final time.

“Thank you.” The mage’s mumbled gratitude was more conversation than the spirits had hoped she would have offered. She hadn’t been up for much talking.

Virgo exchanged a look with Loke before disappearing back to the celestial realm. Still, Lucy didn’t move. Her gaze fixated on a spot on the wall, her fingers fidgeting with the blanket on her lap, her mind obviously elsewhere.

“Are you okay?” Loke asked, quickly chastising himself for asking the question as Lucy scoffed. The blonde didn’t spare him a glance, but did pull her gaze to her lap. He closed the distance between them and stood in front of her so he could meet her eyes. His expression let her know he wasn’t going to leave until she answered him.

She wasn’t able to hold his stare long before she looked away. “I’m just tired, all right?” she finally said to pacify him. It seemed to be her answer every time he asked. And he asked a lot. Over and over and over again, day in and day out, as if waiting for her answer to change. He was sure he was beginning to annoy her, but to be frank, any emotion that Lucy exhibited other than overwhelming sadness was a win in his book.

“Get up.” It was more of a demand than a request, which only seemed to anger Lucy further.

She frowned and ignored him, not even entertaining him with a response. If she had her way, he was sure she would fall asleep on the couch just to spite him.

Loke sighed and knelt down so he was eye-level with her. “Please, Lucy. Do it for me.”

His pleading gaze nearly broke her conviction. He could see it. They had been through so much in such a short time together, he knew she would have a hard time denying his request. Was he playing dirty by waving their trust in her face? Probably. But he was desperate.

The lion spirit reached out a hand and covered hers. “If you do, I promise I’ll give you some space.”

Well, that compromise seemed to peak her interest. “Why?” she asked warily.

He chuckled, picking up on her guarded expression. “We aren’t going far. You’ll like it. Trust me.”

And he knew that was something Lucy could never deny. The trust between them was iron-clad and something she would never dispute. “Fine,” she ultimately conceded with a deep sigh. “Where to?”

“Follow me.”

The Leader of the Zodiac took her hand in his, guiding her carefully to her apartment door. She hesitated as he attempted to direct her into the hallway, panicking about venturing back into the world that still turned without half of Team Natsu. But Loke encouraged her with a gentle tug.

Lucy took a deep breath and followed him up the stairs to the third floor, and then up further still until they happened upon the hatch to the roof. Loke opened it before reaching behind him and helping Lucy out. “What are we doing out here?” she asked once she was standing beside him.

He stayed silent, pulled her with him toward the front end, and sat down near the edge where the shingles began slanting downward. He patted the ground beside him invitingly and she cautiously joined him. Once she settled in he pointed out toward the Magnolia, past the river the boatmen always drifted down.

“Look, Lucy.”

She followed his finger to where the sky met the horizon far beyond the town. The outline of the Fairy Tail guild, shrouded in darkness, could be seen, and just beyond that sat Lake Sciliora. A shimmering of stars lit up the night sky, becoming more visible as the midnight hour approached. The city quietly began to fall asleep as lights faded from windows and people emptied the streets.

Folding her knees and wrapping her arms around them, Lucy wistfully gazed at the heavens. “I wish I was a star,” she said aloud.

Loke reached over and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “But don’t you see,” he murmured, her eyes pulling to his. “You’re already a galaxy. You have universes trapped beneath your skin and stardust shining in your eyes. You are so much more than a star.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “What-What if I don’t want to be more than a star?” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“Oh, Lucy,” Loke soothed, brushing away a tear that slid down her cheek.

“Loke,” she cried out, no longer able to hold back her sobs. “I-I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

He frowned as she began to cry, her shoulders shaking. “This isn’t the end,” he tried, wanting her to understand that she wouldn’t always feel this way.

“But what if I-I want it to be?”

Her words tore through Loke; the very thought of Lucy feeling so broken as to even consider the idea of no longer existing made his stomach drop. Had she truly fallen so far? Had the beautiful, shining blonde who always smiled become so grief-stricken as to even consider taking her life? The very idea nearly made him snap.

Loke reached out and pulled Lucy into his arms, wrapping her tightly in his embrace as if he could hold her together. She wept into his chest, folding herself within him and hiding from the world. “It’s going to be okay,” he murmured, his repetition glaring, but he wasn’t sure what the right words were to say.

“I-I wish I didn’t need y-you to tell me-e that,” she sputtered through her tears.

He pulled away then, needing to look at her, needing her to understand how serious he was being. Her confession terrified him. “You have me,” he promised sharply, wiping away her tears as quickly as they fell, holding her head between his hands. Her lips wobbled and her eyes were glassy. She reached up and held his hands, leaning into his touch. “You have me,” he repeated in a gentler tone. “Until every last star in the galaxy dies, you have me.”

Loke pulled her back into his arms and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of her ragged breathing. He knew no matter what he said to her, nothing would lessen the impact of her pain. He could only sit there and hold her, offer her whatever she required of him, anything to help her smile again. Because ever since that day, the heavenly bodies didn’t shine as brightly.

Lucy’s cries soon lessened to whimpers, her tears drying up, and she finally settled down to shaky sighs. After a long moment, he pulled away and allowed space between them. He didn’t say anything, allowing her this moment of quiet.

The blonde tucked her hair behind her ears, smoothing it out as if to make herself more presentable. He didn’t know why. She had always been beautiful to him. He reached out and ran his thumb across her jaw, his eyes searching hers. “I’m here with you.”

She nodded silently, her eyes leaving him and searching the horizon again. Darkness had fully descended over Magnolia, and the sky was alight with the stars she loved so much.

Loke followed her gaze and then pointed into the sky. “Which constellation is that?”

Lucy easily found which stars he pointed to. “Saggitarius,” she murmured.

“And that one?” he asked, indicating another point in the sky.

She allowed a small smile. “Capricorn.”

He took her hand. “Every time you start to feel down, every time you begin to think of the end, I want you to look to the stars,” he said. “Name the constellations. Know that this world is so great and beautiful - and would be less-so if you were gone.”

Brown eyes met his, and for the first time since everything went to hell, Loke saw life flicker behind her gaze. Lucy was still there - no longer drowning, but still swimming, trying to get to shore.

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[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.

#fanfiction #fairy tail #nalu #gruvia #gajevy #jerza #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #Them as fairies #Every couple is in focus eventually

[nntssy]

Written for Gruvia Week 2023, Day 6 - Betrayal.

#gruvia week #fairy tail #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gruvia #fanfiction #nntssy writing #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #lyon vastia #cana alberona #lucy heartfilia #gajevy