This aching feeling in my gut.
Like a ghost haunting you.
Is this the path to take?
It shouldn’t be a fuss.
You have to make it too.
This new life should be a piece of cake.
But, all the doubt swimming in me,
This could be last of my bestest B.
The fear of this being the right choice,
Might be the last of something great.
Do you ever turn around mid stride, look up at the sky on a very windy day, and pretend there’s a camera panning in and then out dramatically taking the wide shot as you pretend to hear a symphony closing out the scene of a movie or show?
She shouted into the wind.
She didn’t know to who, or what, or to where, but she shouted when the wind howled against her voice. Just like the world, the wind muted her voice, silenced her like everyone round her. All they see was her smile and her rehearsed response, but never what she really felt behind a painted smile or cloth mask.
The cold temperatures seized at her throat, depriving any moisture in her mouth with it’s icy chill. Her eyes watered, and could withstand the chill for a moment just enough like anti-freeze pooling at the base of the windshield when its duty was done.
She continued to shout, knowing that the wind would muffle her mind plea. Neighbors couldn’t hear her. Her family couldn’t hear her, though they were the only group that would listen if she would let them listen.
No, this was just her and the world.
The bitter cold kept her in reality, but the warmth of her drink, the softness of her sweater, and the book in her lap brought her to world where she couldn’t feel the cold. The world was warm, humid, full of people waving colorful flags from different places. An arena where no stone or wooden seat was seen, but occupied by the spectators. Two combatants brought these people together, alluring them in their magic. Captivated in their elements, fueling some with the eager to wager money on one or the other. The thrill of two people fighting one another brought two different set of people to come together.
All of it, engrossed her to moments where she truly felt the same like a concert, a football and baseball game. Only to be brought back by chime of an e-mail from work, the subtle ding from a co-worker via Slack, and a text from her partner if we needed something from the store. The chill of January, the new year of 2022, would sink their ice enchanted teeth, poisoning her imagination to the reality of her world. The remnants of the holidays desperately tried to cling on, but with no avail. Responsibilities and the indulgences of using the credit card the last month pried at the back of her mind.
She closed the book. Reality couldn’t wait, though when she had a moment, it would be the place she would escape until her own world would whisk her away again.
The bitter cold kept her in reality, but the warmth of her drink, the softness of her sweater, and the book in her lap brought her to world where she couldn’t feel the cold. The world was warm, humid, full of people waving colorful flags from different places. An arena where no stone or wooden seat was seen, but occupied by the spectators. Two combatants brought these people together, alluring them in their magic. Captivated in their elements, fueling some with the eager to wager money on one or the other. The thrill of two people fighting one another brought two different set of people to come together.
All of it, engrossed her to moments where she truly felt the same like a concert, a football and baseball game. Only to be brought back by chime of an e-mail from work, the subtle ding from a co-worker via Slack, and a text from her partner if we needed something from the store. The chill of January, the new year of 2022, would sink their ice enchanted teeth, poisoning her imagination to the reality of her world. The remnants of the holidays desperately tried to cling on, but with no avail. Responsibilities and the indulgences of using the credit card the last month pried at the back of her mind.
She closed the book. Reality couldn’t wait, though when she had a moment, it would be the place she would escape until her own world would whisk her away again.
“This is how it starts.”
Hello, how are you? Curious to know if you are posting more love fest fics? Also curious if you plan on sharing original writings in the future?
We may never know!!!!!!!!!! Just kidding! Yeah, I'm planning on posting them, but not anytime soon. As for Original Stories, Yes and a No? It's complicated, because I'm torn between self-publish and patreon and actually submission into a publisher. If self-publish, then I'd like to post here to promote, though only if anyone is interested. Publisher route, maybe not. Short stories are an option, but don't know yet. If anyone else is interested in original stuff, please let me know.
Please do a Gruvia with GoT Au! I know you're busy, but please consider!
It's going to be a hard maybe...though not totally dismissed. Let me brainstorm on an outline and see what I can do.
The Game of Thrones crossover is great but short. I hope you don't mind me being shelfish but could you write a full fanfic with this prompt. I understand if you don't want to.
"You know nothing, Lord Gray." "I'm not a Lord." "See? Nothing." I don't know if I should really. I love the idea of Gray being someone like Jon Snow and Juvia being someone like Yara. The problem is how vast the GOT universe is and how to incorporate it into this story. I don't want to do another big multi-chapter series. I'll put a maybe and if the inspiration strikes, then why not.
UR ARE SO AWESOME! THAT LOVE FEST ENTRY IS SO GOOD! BY FAR THE BEST GAJEVY ONE SHOT EVA!
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo..................................I'm flattered, but noooooo...............-hides under piles of pillows and blankeys-
Hope you don't mind me asking, but are you also still doing the requests from the last time they were opened along with the love fest prompts and original works?
Hahaha, don't remind me! I am working on the request slowly, but surely. I want to write them all before posting them. As for Love Fest, I have one WIP, though not really in the smut writing mood as of late. I'll post it eventually. Original writing...hehee, i don't know...
Inspired by one of the amazing @kissedbyiron ‘s fanfics :)
Oh yeah! I really love this crossover! This is based from one of my drabbles which you can read over here. Thank you so much making this. Gray and Juvia looks awesome!!!!
Sorry it’s late! I approached the prompt a bit differently than intended. I hope you guys like it. I have one (maybe two) more submission for Love Fest. As you should know already, Not Safe For Work.
Brave Enough
“Gajeel!” Levy’s scream echoed in his head. It was the last thing he heard, the last thing he ever saw her–and Lily–as darkness rained down his vision. This was death and he bitterly accepted it, knowing that Levy was going to be okay.
“Don’t leave me!” Levy’s voice repeated over and over. He had to tell her then. So much regret, and yet, Gajeel was glad he said it when it mattered. His heart ached, knowing he was a coward to confess his love that way. He had so many opportunities to tell Levy how he truly felt, however, he wasn’t brave enough to do so until he knew he was never going to see her again. “Gajeel!” Her cries stabbed his already bleeding heart.
Gajeel was moron, an idiot, an inconsiderate degenerate that kept everything to himself. For so long Gajeel had Levy by his side and when it mattered, he couldn’t build up the guts to tell her exactly how he felt.
“Levy,” Gajeel gritted his teeth, knowing she wasn’t there to listen. With everything he had said to her, Gajeel could have at least said, “I love you.”
“Gajeel!” Levy’s voice echoed in his mind. “Gajeel! Wake up!” He felt a hand against his shoulder. “Gajeel!” It was Levy’s voice and once Gajeel recognized it, he opened his eyes from the darkness. “Thank goodness! You were having a nightmare.” He blinked, realizing he was in a room. A room that took him a while to realize it was his room—their room.
“Levy,” Gajeel blinked again at the dry tears that were never there. “M'sorry.” Levy poked his ribs.
“No need to be,” Levy smiled softly. “Was it the same nightmare?” She asked and he nodded in response. Levy didn’t say anything else, though Gajeel could see the concern on Levy’s face turned softer. Her honey eyes were darkened in their moonlit room. She was reliving the haunting memory as if she was in the nightmare with him.
“Hey,” Gajeel pulled her closer, now finally awake from his trembling. “Like ya said, it’s just a nightmare.” Gajeel forced a smile. “I’m fine.”
“Me too,” Levy stared at him for a bit and smiled. “I can’t believe it was only a month ago.” She sighed, laying her head down against his bare chest. “It feels like it was longer than that.” That he could agree on. “I can’t imagine what could have been.” He could feel Levy’s jaw tighten against his chest. She fought her urge to cry.
“It’s not.” Gajeel smiled, setting his fingers under her chin and forced her to look up at him. “I’m here now and nothin’ is goin’ to take me away from ya.” He could see the glimmer in her eyes. It was the truth and no nightmare was going to drag them apart.
Never again.
“I know,” Levy smiled confidently. “I know.” She reassured herself.
And for that, Gajeel reassured himself by pulling her into a kiss.
This wasn’t a dream.
This was real.
Sorry it’s late! I approached the prompt a bit differently than intended. I hope you guys like it. I have one (maybe two) more submission for Love Fest. As you should know already, Not Safe For Work.
Brave Enough
"Gajeel!" Levy's scream echoed in his head. It was the last thing he heard, the last thing he ever saw her--and Lily--as darkness rained down his vision. This was death and he bitterly accepted it, knowing that Levy was going to be okay.
"Don't leave me!" Levy's voice repeated over and over. He had to tell her then. So much regret, and yet, Gajeel was glad he said it when it mattered. His heart ached, knowing he was a coward to confess his love that way. He had so many opportunities to tell Levy how he truly felt, however, he wasn't brave enough to do so until he knew he was never going to see her again. "Gajeel!" Her cries stabbed his already bleeding heart.
Gajeel was moron, an idiot, an inconsiderate degenerate that kept everything to himself. For so long Gajeel had Levy by his side and when it mattered, he couldn't build up the guts to tell her exactly how he felt.
"Levy," Gajeel gritted his teeth, knowing she wasn't there to listen. With everything he had said to her, Gajeel could have at least said, "I love you."
"Gajeel!" Levy's voice echoed in his mind. "Gajeel! Wake up!" He felt a hand against his shoulder. "Gajeel!" It was Levy's voice and once Gajeel recognized it, he opened his eyes from the darkness. "Thank goodness! You were having a nightmare." He blinked, realizing he was in a room. A room that took him a while to realize it was his room---their room.
"Levy," Gajeel blinked again at the dry tears that were never there. "M'sorry." Levy poked his ribs.
"No need to be," Levy smiled softly. "Was it the same nightmare?" She asked and he nodded in response. Levy didn't say anything else, though Gajeel could see the concern on Levy's face turned softer. Her honey eyes were darkened in their moonlit room. She was reliving the haunting memory as if she was in the nightmare with him.
"Hey," Gajeel pulled her closer, now finally awake from his trembling. "Like ya said, it's just a nightmare." Gajeel forced a smile. "I'm fine."
"Me too," Levy stared at him for a bit and smiled. "I can't believe it was only a month ago." She sighed, laying her head down against his bare chest. "It feels like it was longer than that." That he could agree on. "I can't imagine what could have been." He could feel Levy's jaw tighten against his chest. She fought her urge to cry.
"It's not." Gajeel smiled, setting his fingers under her chin and forced her to look up at him. "I'm here now and nothin' is goin' to take me away from ya." He could see the glimmer in her eyes. It was the truth and no nightmare was going to drag them apart.
Never again.
"I know," Levy smiled confidently. "I know." She reassured herself.
And for that, Gajeel reassured himself by pulling her into a kiss.
This wasn't a dream.
This was real.
Hey! It’s me! I wasn’t planning on writing for the love fest this year, so this was a last minute write up and I apologize for some mistakes. Of course, this is NSFW, though not as explicit as my previous smut. I may or may not having something else for the rest of love fest. *wink wink*
Enjoy.
Two Whole Weeks.
For a long time, Gajeel wasn’t the sort to hurry home after a job. Before there wasn’t really much to go home to but an empty apartment. The only thing Gajeel looked forward to during his time at Fairy Tail was going on jobs with Lily, Levy–and the occasional Jet and Droy–but for the most part with Levy.
Especially, Levy.
For being married for over two months, Gajeel and Levy never spent a day apart, though nothing much had changed since their union. It was, in fact, a long time since Gajeel went on a job by himself. A job that took two weeks too long for him to complete, and the entire time he couldn’t stop thinking about his wife. When he was supposed to be focusing on his work, he was thinking of her smile and sound of her voice. When they spoke through their portable lacrima, Gajeel could only focus on her scent, the feel of her smooth and soft skin against his touch. As each day went by, he swore to himself that he would never take a job on his own ever again.
When he wheezed out of the train and into Magnolia Station, Gajeel pushed nausea from his mind and ran through the station like his life depended on it. Nothing was stopping him from seeing his wife, to inhale her scent again, and pull her close against him. Not even a fast moving train nor the heavy rain greeted him once he stepped outside could stop him. He ran through it with ease and with one goal in mind.
Gajeel cursed for buying a house on the other side of town, though arriving a day early than planned, he could check in with Mira Jane tomorrow. Returning home was more important. To see Levy sitting in her overstuffed chair by the window with a large book on her lap or by the kitchen making tea and a snack–either way, Gajeel was going to take her then and there where ever she may be.
The need to press his eager lips against hers, sweet and savory, and lifting Levy and carry her to the nearest surface where he’d rip whatever dress she had on and have his way with her by feeling every curve and crevice of her body, worshiping it like the goddess she was. Repeating her name and his undying declarations over and over like a mantra–a prayer.
Sorry for delays on...everything really. I have two (maybe three) more Love Fest Prompts I’m currently writing. I’ve been busy in my personal life lately. Also, I’ve been working on original stuff.
Hopefully this weekend I’ll be able to post two (or three) prompts.
Heart you!
Okay, before I sign off. I must say chapter 499 was a shocker and yet disappointing. I cannot convey the despair I have for such a loss of a brilliant and sorry to say most underdeveloped character in this fandom. He had all this growth throughout this series and yet to see hers. Gajeel and Levy had a gradual growth in character and their relationship, but to have nothing come out Gru--I digress. It’s too early to say. It might be another Gajeel thing, but from the state in which she was in...I don’t know. I have to wait until this fight is officially over to say my final thoughts. -sigh-
