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Just because I'm up thinking at 3:33am

Go ahead and reblog to share that wealth. Good morning, y'all!!!

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Same I have that same problem....don't know why I do that🤫🤔

“And this is my boyfriend!”

hey shout out to anyone who followed me for shadamy content and then i immediately didnt do any of that. i draw alot in my free time but i never finish it

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YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

oh captain, my captain

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Reblog to show your support for NSFW Artists, who deserve better than having their art censored/removed because of a badly thoughtout idea

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Together Forever - Gajevy day 12/8

Favorite otp

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Cozy

I know I post stuff laaaaate

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Help

Does any one know which chapter and if possible which page does gajeel cry over the death of belno? Anyone?

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Happy Gajeel Day

Im posting this again because the first time (which I deleted) I niticed I messed up.

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F*ck up

Why is it that I always notice little details that I messed up on after I posted it?.....😣😓 to anyone that liked my recent post for gajeel day ummm I'm going to take it down and replace it with a new one, not new but a finish....an actual finished one

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Loved it. It was smutty but it had its cute moments keep up the good job😸

Hormones

Series: Little Bean (part III)

Rating: MA (smut)

Pairing: Gajevy/Gajeel x Levy

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail.

Word Count: 2883

Title: Hormones

Description: Pregnant Gajevy Series (3)/smut

Levy is pregnant, and both she and Gajeel are dealing with an array of hormone-related symptoms.

A/N: I hope you guys like this one. Happy reading!

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Gajeel

When I walk into the house, I stop and take a second to breathe in the fresh scent of the cool air. I’ve been outside training all day, and I’m ready to shower, eat, and collapse. Not exactly in that order. But first, I want to see my wife.

“Levy?” I take off my boots by the door and go into the kitchen.

I freeze in the doorway when I see her at the stove. Her back is to me, but I know what those shaking shoulders mean. I go to the sink first and wash my hands before wiping them on a rag and going over to her. She’s stirring a pot of something white and creamy that smells delicious and crying silently at the same time.

“What’s wrong, little mama?” I step up beside her and slide my hand over her giant pregnant belly.

“I d-don’t know,” she whimpers.

“Hormones?”

The last six months have been crazy with Levy’s condition. It started with morning sickness, extreme tiredness, and constant cold during the first trimester. Then came the cravings and violent mood swings, not to mention the edema which caused her feet and ankles to swell up like balloons. Now, she has hot flashes, unprovoked crying episodes, and body aches on top of a mixture of her earlier symptoms.

As much as I love seeing her waddle around the house, heavy with my kid, I’m ready for the babies to come so she can breathe easier for a change. Also, I want to meet my kids.

Fuck. I’m gonna be a dad.

“I cut an onion f-for this soup,” Levy’s soft voice pulls me out of my head. “I thought that m-might be it, b-but I haven’t been able t-to stop.”

I reach over and take the spoon from her, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

“I can stir soup. Go lie down for a bit until you feel better.”

“I’m fine, Gajeel,” she snaps, turning away from me, not letting go of the spoon. “I j-just can’t s-stop crying.”

I clench my jaw and let out a slow breath through my nose. I hate seeing Levy cry, even if it is just her wild pregnancy hormones. But she’s stubborn as hell, and if she says she can do it, she can, so I release the wooden utensil and rub my hand down her spine.

“I’m going to shower then,” I inform her. “If you need me.”

“Thank you,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

I lean over and wipe the tears off her face, even though fresh ones are already falling.

“I love you, shorty.” I remind her, holding her damp cheeks in my hands. “And your emotions are out of your control. I get that.”

She nods, turning her head to kiss my palm.

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Happy Levy Day❤

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Problem

I'm trying to post my levy day art but its take a while to upload so it might show up tomorrow

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Oooo my little levy so cute. She so looking at gajeel like "my hero"😆😆😆😆😆💓💓💓😁

LEVY BLUSHING

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Happy (late) Birthday Rboz Sorry its so late work hasent given me time P.S. I love you and your work so thank you Hugs and kisses

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reblog if you support cats tucked up in bed

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Ahahahahahah!!!!!!!😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆 I love it bit I my favorite couple and my second fav couple. Oooo look at gajeel smile😝😝😝😝 I can't contain my happiness and excite meant

落書き。

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This is the sweetest short story I've ever read

Series: Fairy Tail

Characters: Gajeel/Levy

Genre: Romance, Fantasy

Summary:  I saw this fanart by @fioren-nights and the poem, and I HAD to write something for it.  It kind of falls apart a little and didn’t really end up being how I imagined, i had things I wanted to happen and very little skill to get them there.  But regardless, I hope you enjoy.

It had all happened so quickly.  It was a night like most, she had fallen asleep with her back to his warmth and a book in her lap.  The rise and fall of the chest of her mighty dragon lulled her further into sleep, wrapping her in an overwhelming sense of security.  The next thing she heard was shouting male voices and the pained roar of…

“GAJEEL!!”  She screamed, feeling a different force pulling her away. “No, NO! Please no!”  Her eyes met his as his head fell, slamming onto the floor with a crash.  Red trickled between the iron scales, matching the hue of his red orbs that fixated on hers, crying out for her in quiet agony. 

Levy…!

How could this happen?  How could they have been taken by surprise?  “No! I don’t need to be saved, leave me, PLEASE!”  Levy screamed from her perch over the soldier’s shoulder.  Her tiny fists ineffectually pounded on his back, bruising on the armor.  No one heard her but her dragon, and as they carried her away, she could see the life leaving his eyes.  A cry of anguish tore from her, and he disappeared into the darkness.

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