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Gajevy Week 2025, Day 4: Lost

Fox Gardens, on the outskirts of Magnolia

August X793 

(an hour and an emergency visit by Marika after Day 3: Bleed)

It wasn't even ten o'clock in the morning yet, however, time had lost all relevance. The only thing that mattered any more was their shared fear for their baby's life. 

They lay in silence under the green blanket in their bed, and after a while, Gajeel began to lose himself in his thoughts, listening to Levy's breathing. Her hands were cold on his chest and at his side, but she'd calmed down a bit in his arms, and that was good, right?

Too bad for him he didn't feel nearly as strong and confident as he pretended to be around her.

If things got worse...

It had taken him a few seconds to process what the midwife's words meant before they had hit him with full force.

Since then, fear had crept under his skin like the first frost in November, penetrating his bones almost tenderly, settling deep within, not numbing him completely, but wrapping him in a clammy feeling like a damp, foggy coat he couldn't take off.

The faint scent of blood emanating from Levy made his throat tighten, along with the new, bitter certainty that there was something he couldn't protect her from.

That there was absolutely nothing he could do except be there for her.

How the hell did you fight a battle when there was no opponent?!

He could handle battle injuries; he was used to them. But this was something completely different.

Why did the possibility of a miscarriage bother him so much? Unlike Levy, he wasn't carrying the child, and he wasn't in pain like she was.

He didn't know this little person at all. He didn't know what he'd laugh about or get angry about, what his voice sounded like or what he smelled like. Nothing. Hell, he didn't even know if it was really a boy, or if it was actually a girl. Hadn't the old hag said earlier that this sort of thing happened all the time? They could just try again after a while; it probably wouldn't even take long.

And yet, the possibility that he might never meet this child - their first child - stabbed him in the heart like a knife. 

According to Levy's books, the baby was still so tiny that it didn't even fill his closed fist, let alone her stomach wide enough to show. The only evidence of its existence was her changed scent. That light, warm, floral bouquet that completely saturated his soul, which was even more aromatic now and, since this morning, carried a harsh, metallic hint of blood like a latent threat.

Gajeel leaned his cheek against Levy's soft crown. His gaze wandered along the grain of the old wooden ceiling above them, along the irregular joints, tracing small knots and returned aimlessly, while her tangled hair tickled his face.

A dark thought had lurked in a corner of his mind, an old friend or foe who hadn't been around in a long time and who was now preparing to kick down the door with a loud crash and take over everything until no other thought could enter.

But over the years, Gajeel had learned to deal with his demons. It helped if he acknowledged them instead of repressing them, even if it hurt.

He took a deep breath, carefully so as not to startle Levy, closed his eyes, and allowed the thought to enter.

Maybe...

Maybe he really was doomed to lose everything he cared about.

Yet for the past few months, it had seemed as if fate was finally done with him and was ready to leave him alone. He had survived Bloodman and Acnologia. He had returned to Levy, Lily and his friends. And to top it all off, his love had agreed to spend the rest of her life with him.

Apparently, he had now run out of luck.

Losing their future together was the most frightening, horrific and destructive thing he'd ever experienced.

Even after a year, he still occasionally woke up at night, a heavy shadow of that white-hot, imploding emptiness in his chest that had sucked him into Bloodman's vortex of barrier particles, panting, heart racing, the sheets wet with sweat.

And in every nightmare, there was always her tear-stained, panicked face as she fought against Lily's grasp with all her might, who was holding her back to fulfill his friend's dying wish...

The turmoil inside him only calmed down when he saw Levy sleeping peacefully next to him, or when she pulled him into her arms because his nightmare had woken her. Then he knew that he was home and that everything was okay.

At least until today, he'd thought everything was okay now. That nothing could get in the way of his dream of a happy family any more.

Hopeless idiot that he was.

Was it too damn much to ask that he just wanted to live in peace and take care of his little family?!

Levy moved gently at his side, stroking his sternum with her fingertips.

That brought him back to reality. Through his T-shirt, he could feel her fingers slowly warming. She wasn't shivering anymore either.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked quietly, without looking up. "I can hear your jaw clenching."

Gajeel forced his teeth apart and exhaled, a bit more forcefully than he intended, causing her hair to flutter for a moment. He hadn't realized how deeply he'd been sucked into the dark spiral of his thoughts.

Someday.

Someday he'd be able to stop this shit and finally let go of the past.

But not yet. For now, he was los

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Gajevy Week 2025, Day 3: Bleed

Fox Gardens, on the outskirts of Magnolia

August X793 

(a couple of weeks before Day 2: Cravings)

Gajeel groaned indignantly as the alarm clock ripped him from his restless sleep before he silenced it with a belligerent whump. Pale light was shimmering through the curtains, proving that a rose gold sunrise was just now pushing back the night behind the forest. Outside, the birds were trilling, completely undisturbed still by the noise of the nearby city, and the dragon slayer felt a keen urge to throttle every single one of them. It was far too early for his liking.

But the pharmacist who had advertised today's job insisted that the giant dragonfly wings he required had to be collected at noon, when the sun was at its zenith. Something about their effects, like medicinal plants, whose potency also depended on the time of day they were harvested - at least Wendy had babbled something like that once. Gajeel preferred not to know exactly why insect parts were used in medicine. A job was a job and put food on the table. However, he and Lily had a long way to go up into the mountains to get it. He got up quietly to get ready.

Levy was still asleep. Unusual, as she was typically wide awake and in a good mood at the first sound of the alarm. Unlike him, she was a true morning person.

She had bluish shadows under her eyes, her eyelids twitched and her hair stuck to her face; evidence of a restless night. Gajeel decided to let her sleep. She wasn't coming along anyway, so why wake her up? Besides, she could certainly use some more sleep, looking the way she did.

But when the dragon slayer returned from the bathroom, Levy was staggering towards him silently, as transparent as a ghost. She didn't seem to register him at all; she pushed past him without a word, without replying to his grumbled "Mornin’”.

Well, he was used to that by now. There were mornings when it was better if she didn't open her mouth until she was in close reach of the toilet.

Thoughtfully, he pulled his black T-shirt over his head, his mind already halfway through the assignment. Maybe he could speed things up somehow so he could get home earlier and she wouldn't have to wait into the night.

Just why was he so tense? Certainly not because of a few silly insects; he could take care of those with one hand tied to his back.

Something didn't feel right.

Suspiciously, he opened the window, extended his senses and checked the surroundings of Fox Gardens. Damp moss and pine needles. The pungent trail of a ferret that had run through the grass behind the house during the night. Jasmine, ribwort plantain. A hint of wood smoke. He heard a few mice rustling among the roots of the trees in their garden, a squirrel chittering in the distance, and above it all, the darned birds’ chirping. The forest was stretching peacefully under the gentle rays of sunlight, slowly awakening to life. The only people he noticed were their neighbors a good distance down the road, and they were just a grumpy old couple who were far too afraid of him to cause trouble.

No threat. No trace of magic other than his, Lily's, and Levy's. And yet his instincts wouldn't calm down.

He uneasily turned his attention towards the bathroom. Something wasn't right. The usual gagging sounds sounded rather feeble today. He'd better go and check on her.

Gajeel quickly fastened his belt and turned toward the door, for Levy's light footsteps were on their way back to the bedroom, but somehow - without a rhythm, as if she were staggering. When she appeared in the doorway a moment later, her face was ashen, coated with fine beads of sweat. One hand was pressed tightly against her lower abdomen. With the other, she was gripping the doorframe, her knuckles white with exertion.

Alarmed, Gajeel started, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a sharp breath.

There was a faint, warm hint of iron in the air.

Blood.

Levy began to sway.

"Please... take me to Marika," she whispered soundlessly. Then her eyes rolled upward; her legs buckled beneath her like branches under the weight of too much snow.

With a single leap across the bed, Gajeel was at her side, catching her just before she hit the floor. The skin on her bare arms was ice-cold. His heart suddenly raced and pounded in his ears.

Blood...

He didn't need to look for injuries; the smell was enough. And as little as he knew about such things, he knew she shouldn't bleed while carrying his child.

Something wasn't right.

He had never seen her so weak, lying in his arms more unconscious than conscious, her head on his shoulder and her back against his knee. An icy lump suddenly formed in his stomach. Her breathing was far too shallow. She was shaking uncontrollably.

Gajeel carefully lifted Levy into his arms and slowly stretched out his legs to stand up without shaking her. Then he threw his head back and yelled, "Lilyyy! Go get that old hag! Hurry!"

He didn't get a response, but then he didn't need one. Just seconds later, he heard the rustling of Exceed's wings chasing over the house.

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Gajevy Week 2025, Day 2: Cravings

The Taste of Iron

Magnolia, Fairy Tail Guild Hall

September X793

After lunchtime was over, Marika finally found time to join Gajeel and Levy at their table in the main hall to take a look at her patient. She was monitoring her recovery from the bleedings closely and Levy was very grateful for her efforts. The midwife wouldn't take any risks when it came to her first ever Fairy Baby since she had started working for the guild.

"You look good, just a little pale,” she stated. “You should be careful not to develop an iron deficiency."

"Iron deficiency? Absolutely not!” Gajeel grinned, patronizingly pushing his usual snack bowl of nuts and bolts toward his wife. "Here, help yourself, Shorty. The stainless steel ones are the best."

Levy groaned theatrically and rested her forehead in her palm.

"How did I know something like this was coming? You know perfectly well I can't eat that." Gajil acted indignant.

"You haven't even tried it. It's obvious our son needs a lot of iron; he's the grandson of the Iron Dragon, after all. So make an effort."

With a wolfish expression, he fished a shiny screw out of the bowl and shoved it between her lips as if it were candy. Levy decided to play along; her tongue darted out and began licking the screw threads, accidentally tracing his fingertips as well. A hungry expression crossed his face, and it wasn't directed at the screw. In fact, she didn't find the taste so bad; it reminded her of Gajeel's kisses.

Marika turned to leave after watching the banter for a moment.

"You can try that if you want," she laughed. "But I'll have something else brought to you, just in case. Better safe than sorry."

Shortly afterward, Mirajane arrived at their table with her round tray and placed a large glass filled with a dark red liquid in front of Levy.

"Here, with greetings from the kitchen," she winked at her.

But before Levy could thank her, Gajeel had already snatched the glass and taken a deep drag. He immediately grimaced in disgust.

"Ugh, that tastes awful. And that's supposed to help with iron deficiency?" he commented before quickly pulling the screw out of the corner of Levy's mouth with his lips and biting it with a loud crunch. Levy retrieved her glass with an amused expression and tasted it. It was blackcurrant juice and quite sour, which she didn't really like, but strangely enough, she had to drink some more, and then some more, until she had emptied the glass almost in one go.

"Well, it's not quite my thing," she said, "but the little one seems to like it. Maybe they really need more iron."

"You can have more iron. The whole package," Gajeel offered with a suggestive gleam in his eyes as he coated his hand with iron and leaned over, close to her ear where he whispered, "Yeh wanna lick it again?"

Levy blushed and giggled. "Not here, where everyone's watching," she replied, lowering her eyelids. "Ask me again tonight when we - oh, what's going on over there?"

Three strange figures had just entered the main room: a man, a boy and a young girl with striking silver-white corkscrew curls. Trailing behind were Jet and Droy, both looking pretty out of sorts.

Gajeel let out a spiteful giggle.

"Freshmen."

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Yesterday I said that I probably would only post one entry for Gajevy Week 2025. Seems I have offenden my muse with that. She rolled up her sleeves, stroke out and punched me in the face. Man, that girl has got a hard hook... Two more entries incoming!

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That moment when you have to meet an important deadline for work, like TODAY, in TWO hours, and all of a sudden your brain starts bombarding you with writing ideas for an event that you would have needed weeks ago....

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Hands

Gajevy Week 2025, Day 1

His hands are covered in scars, like the rest of his body. White lines on tanned skin, and each of them tells a story like the chapters of his very own adventure novel. A book bound in brown leather and metal fittings.

His iron fists hit like sledge hammers, able to crush rock and bone alike. An Iron Dragon’s talons that rip enemies apart, hands that can be made into every iron weapon he can think of, the bastard sword his favourite.

He’s never afraid to get his hands dirty, quite literally most of the time, be they covered in soil, ash, blood or things I don’t even want to think about.

He’d also catch a bullet with his bare hands for the ones he loves. In fact, he stopped an axe blade once for his best friend. That’s where the long scar between his right thumb and index finger came from, the one which runs along his lifeline. It almost cost him his thumb, but he saved her. My hero.

There's nothing his hands can't craft, from huge iron pillars to houses to the delicate iron pendants on our necklaces. Whatever his skilled hands touch turns out neat. A true artisan.

Yet the most incredible magic his fingers do is when he plays the guitar, when they tenderly pull and stroke the strings to bid them sing for him. 

It’s fascinating how those very same hands that can kill and create become all gentle and kind when he touches me, caresses me, when they grab me and lift me up, when he holds me like he’ll never let go of me again, and I don’t want him to ever let go.

Big and strong and sinewy are his hands, muscular and subtle and beautiful. He holds my heart in them.

How I love his hands.

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Her hands are  tiny,  as is everything about her. Long, delicate fingers and soft palms, the most sensitive fingertips. White skin, so bright it’s almost translucent, with her blue veins shining through.

You’ll often find ink stains on her fingers, or little cuts caused by the pages of one of her books she holds so dearly. Those slim fingers are way stronger than they look, strong from carrying tomes so heavy you could easily crush someone’s head with them. Yet she wields them like they weigh nothing.

Her fingers are the keys that open the gate to her magic. When they dance through the air, writing glowing characters, they give her will a solid form, any form and quality she can imagine. But it won’t stop there, oh no, babe. She used to be right-handed, but after I attacked her that fateful night and held her right wrist so tight behind her back she could no longer use her magic, she taught herself to be ambidextrous. Even her feet can draw solid letters if necessary. She’s incredible. Never afraid to give her everything for those she loves dearly.

She scarred the tips of her right index and middle finger when she helped draw the magic circle that casts Fairy Sphere to ban Acnologia’s dragon form. She wrote those ancient runes on the rough ground until her fingers bled, and then she kept writing them with her own blood until the circle was finished. Her fingerprints are gone now, along with the sensitivity of her fingertips. Still, she can vividly imagine what it feels like when I kiss them.

Those little hands can be pretty fierce when she grabs me tight, digs her nails into my back to leave marks of her passion.

When her fingers gently comb through my hair, trace my hairline or circle the studs on my face like she can never get enough of me - I feel truly at home.

Those were the first hands to ever touch me tenderly in my life. They keep me on track, hold on to me, show me the way, her fingers laced with mine, holding my hand tight in hers.

Oh, I love her hands.

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This will most probably be my only contribution this year, so I'm glad I finished it. I hope you like your ficlets cheesy. >.<

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Definitely! This is so #fairy tail!

You are a wizard, and many an unwanted child has landed on your manor doorstep—26, in fact. You named them, fed them, and taught them magic to be masters in their own right. Today, you went on your first date in years, but you’re starting to see an odd number of familiar faces sitting close by...

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We're All Fired Up!!

Hey everyone!

The Guild Awards are back for the first term of 2025! Get hype!

We hope everyone had an awesome winter! Big shout out to everyone who participated last term for making it so enjoyable. We look forward to all the new fanfiction and fanart to be nominated for this term.

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Our roulette category for this term is Best Mystery Fanfiction. This is defined as: A story that has a character holding a profound secret or something kept cautiously concealed. May tend to excite curiosity or wonder in the reader, or may include something that cannot be explained.

As a reminder, there is a Winner Ban in place. This means that once any piece of artwork or fanfiction has won an award for a category, it automatically becomes ineligible and cannot be nominated again for that category. However, it can be nominated for other categories after two consecutive terms have passed (ie: one year since that piece won) as long as it fits within that definition. We do not have a rule against nominating an author/artist back into the category they won for in the past, as long as its a different piece of work that is being nominated.

In addition, we are also going to have a mobile-friendly Google Doc with all current nominations listed. This will be updated as frequently as possible so you can be aware of all the nominations that have currently been reviewed and notified. Hopefully this will help everyone select their own nominations. You can access this doc here

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Romance novels were all lying. Love wasn’t a wonderful feeling of happiness. It hurt. Sometimes it hurt so badly that she’d rather not feel anything at all, but she couldn’t stop it either.

The garden was the only place where she wouldn't walk into him.

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Fairy Tail couples by 序川_

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Happy Gajeel Day to my boy! 🖤🔩⚙️

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I wanted to try my hand at the FT volleyball game illustration contest! Hope you like it! 😊

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also og team natsu is so iconic bc theyre literally from the guild fairy tail and the team consists of a princess, a dragon, a talking animal, a knight,,,, and some dude named gray

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The Fanfic Writer Appreciation Event will be held in July! Here's our calendar for the event!

Want to know more about the calendar or the event? Check out our carrd! Send us any questions that you got!

See you in July!

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Papa tells the best stories 🖤

Happy Father's Day ya'll!! 🩵

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You know what, I'll say it: Blue Pegasus should've been considered THE queer guild. Master Bob being known as a loud, proud, and extravagant drag queen who encourages her guild members to express themselves in every sense of the world. While yes the guild is considered forward fashion wise and produced a number of attractive, well known mages, it was just as likely to be known for the bold/unique styles of its members and how much of a community it had built within the town that it called home.

Fairy tail is a guild known for its chaos and excitement, blue Pegasus is a guild known for accepting all through its doors to have fun and bond. The guild itself often gaining funding not from jobs, but the people who visit to drink and party during the day. While other guilds wouldn't be strangers to queer members, Bob being the Master made it abundantly clear how much she welcomes the prospect of those members joining. Rather than Bob leering at Young men we have a Bob that excitedly supports and adores younger members as they train and discover themselves.

During the grand magic games it would be impossible not to notice the members in the stands in all their tacky and loud glory.

Though Bob's biggest pitfall would be her various attempts to scout members from other guilds once someone catches her eye.

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Happy Mother's Day!! 🩵 I'm happy with how this one turned out 🥹

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Fairy Tail Team B: Grand Magic Games