ShadowKurayami: Guess who got sick? That's right! ME.

Bleh.

Anyways. I'm working on the Edolas for Script Mage Tales. I'm still deciding if I want it as one large chapter, or several parts. (I have rewritten it like... 3 times already).

Till then. This has been bouncing around in my head.

We know that at the end of the Grand Magic Games, Lucy form the future comes back. And Levy is writing a letter.

But, what if it was a bit different. That rather than Levy surviving, it was Gajeel. And he came back with Lucy.

This was also posted on my tumblr under my username ShadowTsukiyo

Gajevy

Other Pairings: NaLu

Time Variance

Chapter One:

From X794 to X791

The sky was light, just a few hours past dawn, in the dim, slow brightening light, a couple stood. A woman wrapped in the arms of her much taller, much larger lover.

"It has been a while since it's been this peaceful." Honey eyes lifted to peer up at the dark haired man. "I hope it stays this way, Gajeel." Her eyes shut, leaning into his embrace. Face heavily scarred at her cheek and forehead, arms covered in bandages.

"Levy…" He sighed. Even though he wished it, there was no chance this peace would last. "I wish it would… but you know as well as I do." He buried his nose in her cornflower locks.

"I know…" She sighed and nuzzled into his chest. "I just wish it could be." Levy whispered, her hand slipping to lace her fingers with his, guiding his hand to her abdomen. A small swell in her mostly flat stomach. Not enough to be visible in her torn and dirtied dress, but enough to feel.

"I wanted a safer world for em' too, Lev." Gajeel held her tighter. His arms and face scarred, one of the many scars that covered his face nearly taking his sight. His black hair cut short, falling just past his broad shoulders.

"We need to find Salamander. Bastard should have been back already." The iron dragon slayer growled lightly, clutching his girl closer.

Lucy, or as he preferred, Bunny girl, had come in after she said she had been separated from Natsu. The blonde had begged him to go searching for the fire dragon slayer.

Usually he would have gone alone, but he wasn't comfortable leaving Levy alone, especially now that he knew she was pregnant. Because she was having a dragon slayer's kid, he was more protective and possessive of his mate.

He just wished he had known they never should have left the hide out. That day.

"Gajeel… Levy wouldn't want you just sitting here…" Lucy's voice was quiet before she squeaked in fear as her cloak was suddenly seized.

"You don't get to fucking speak her name! She's gone because of you." Narrowed crimson eyes looked at her. "My mate and my child are dead because you left Salamander's side and lost him."

Lucy stayed quiet, chocolate eyes looking down. She hadn't told him that she didn't leave Natsu… that he had died. She was practically suffocating from guilt, that she sent Gajeel to get Natsu… when he was dead and it cost her, her best friend.

Swallowing hard, Lucy tried to meet the angry gaze of the large male. "Ultear found a way to fix this… since the Eclipse gate only has a bit of power… it'll put us either right before or during the Grand Magic Games. Gajeel, we can go back and stop all of this."

Gajeel dropped the woman, snarling slightly. He didn't care about the fucking Dragons. He cared about Levy. Whether they were living in danger or not, as long as they were together. He'd make sure to take her away… keep her away from all of them. He blamed Lucy and himself. He should have been stronger, but she should have never pushed them to go! If she hadn't Levy would still be alive.

"Get one thing straight. I'm not going back for you or your damn goal. I am going back to keep my Levy safe. And that means keeping her away from you." His growl echoed in the empty room. "Dragons, no dragons. I don't give a fuck. I just want my mate back."

Lucy trembled a bit. She would have never been this afraid of Gajeel should Natsu or Levy been around, but with them both gone… there was no reason Gajeel shouldn't kill her other than the Eclipse Gate.

It was the fourth day of the games that Gajeel Redfox and Lucy Heartfilia came from X794 back to X791.

With a hard scoff, Gajeel quickly left Lucy in search for Levy. He knew he'd likely not see her until the evening… at least, not able to approach her.

His large body was covered in a dark cloak, hidden in the stands, watching as his past self, or well, the him of this time, fought alongside with Natsu against Sting and Rogue. His eyes, however, were not on the battle, but on Levy.

He remembered her cheers along with the rest of the guild; Team Shadow Gear had been cheering the loudest for him. He watched as Levy squeezed PantherLily, the poor exceed on the verge of passing out as she squealed for him.

He missed that bright smile and enthusiasm. He spent the entire time just watching the range of emotions on her face, her eyes glued to him on the screen. She cheered for him, worried for him, shed tears over him in fear he had been hurt…

The version of him that belonged to this time had not known what that all meant, and he felt like a fool for it having taken him so long to notice. Yet, now he watched her and each little emotion she was offering right now screamed her feelings for him.

He had been so foolish.

Levy was dumbfounded by Natsu's actions, sending Gajeel down the mine cart. Her lips parted in surprise before sending her long time guild mate a glare.

Her body stiffened slightly and she looked up, out into the stands across the way. She couldn't see the faces, but she felt as if someone was watching her. Usually the action would be creepy and very unwanted, but the feel…. It was very familiar.

Rather than hiding, she ignored the feeling. Though occasionally her eyes would scan the crowd, trying to pinpoint where the feeling was coming from. Alas, she did not have Gajeel or Natsu's eyesight, thus she couldn't see that far away with accuracy.

Soon, after the battle, her attention turned to finding Gajeel. Everyone went back to the inn and pub, but she couldn't help but try to search for him. Unfortunately, the chasm under the arena was massive and full of tunnels.

She knew she shouldn't but with a deep breath, she carefully eased herself along the rail tracks down into one of the many tunnels in her efforts to find Gajeel.

"You better be okay." She thought as she let gravity force her to side along the dirt and old wood of the rails, her shoes making it easier to slip down into the darkened tunnel.

Lips turned upward into a smirk as crimson eyes watched her.

"Didn't know you went lookin' for me, Shorty." He chuckled, a hand pushing the dull hood off him, running his fingers through his dark locks.

He grimaced slightly, they needed to be washed and he was annoyed at how short it was. He moved from his seat, following after the cornflower haired woman, even now he'd be her protector from anything that lurked in the dark.

He couldn't help but appreciate the sight of her from a distance as she used a Solid Script: Glow to light up a path, the light illuminating around her body.

Her porcelain skin on display, only small silvery scars on her body, some of which he knew were from him during his Phantom Lord days. He knew every scar on her body, some of which she has yet to get.

The thought of his previous times, mapping her scars brought a grin to his face. In this time, she may not have known, but he enjoyed worshipping her beautiful body. Her insecurities be damned.

He loved her tiny form. Her breasts perfect, fitting in his palms; her hips, holding width that he knew were perfect for any future children; her ass, soft yet firm, perfectly rounded and one of her greatest assets; her legs, long and shaped from all her training; hands, tiny, gentle, a few calluses he'd never tell anyone about.

"Damn, Redfox, bad fuckin' time to think about shit like that. You'll fuckin' jump her at this rate!" He scolded himself. Thinking about her body, how perfect and beautiful she was, was getting him excited and aching to touch her. For him it had been six months since he last felt her touch, and it was slowly driving him mad.

"Gajeel Redfox! You jerk, I have been looking… for… You're not the same Gajeel…" Levy snapped, looking back to notice him in the shadows. His eyes stood out. Her hands on her fist, the glowing word over her shoulder, and her eyes… focused up towards him.

"Always was brilliant, Lev." He chuckled, slowly moving into the light. She had been able to tell from his clothes, but letting her see the scars would assure her suspicions.

A weak gasp left her lips, seeing the massive scar on his face. It stretched from just under his left ear to the right side of his nose, jagged and torn. The wound had been marred with a secondary slash, a slightly cleaner one. It ran diagonally from his forehead to just millimeters from his eye. If it had been moved any closer, he would have lost the eye.

Levy's eyes watched him as he moved closer until he was within arm's reach. Fingers quietly reached towards him, worry filling her gaze as she lightly touched the pale scar on his tanned face. To her surprise, he leaned into the gentle touch.

"Levy…" His face turned into her palm, nuzzling the small appendage. A chuckle passing his lips as she quickly turned a bright shade of red.

She knew it was him, no matter where he was, whether he was from another time… another world… another anything, she'd know Gajeel from the bottom of her heart.

"Gajeel…" She whispered, slowly pulling her palm away, face still flushed. Her fingers moving to grip and tug at the front of her dress nervously. "What happened?"

He shook his head and just tugged her to him. He loved how red she was getting. His large arms holding her firmly to her chest, his nose buried in her hair.

Six months… six months he lived off her stale scent to stay sane… and now he was intoxicated from it.

Six months without her scent of lavender and honeysuckle with the thick overlay of paper and ink.

Levy was embarrassed by his action, she could feel him inhaling in her scent, causing her cheeks to flush further, if possible. Unable to help herself though, she melted into his embrace.

She had always wanted Gajeel to hold her like this… like nothing in the world mattered but her. And while it wasn't her Gajeel… she was still happy. She just wished it could have been the Gajeel she had grown to love, and not a man who knew her better than she knew him, at least from what she could tell by his actions.

"Yer here… Mavis, yer here." He breathed as he continued to nuzzle into her hair. His arms clutching her tighter until her hands pressed on his chest, signaling he was holding her small body too tight in his relief. "Sorry."

"It's fine, Gajeel." She spoke quietly. It was odd calling him Gajeel when he wasn't her Gajeel.

Slowly, he pulled away and bright honey eyes looked up at him, causing him to sigh. "I should explain. Come on." He grunted, lifting her up into his arms.

Levy squeaked slightly, expecting to be tossed over his shoulder, but was surprised when she was cradled gently in his arms.

"The me you were lookin' fer. He's fine. Found somethin' odd… gonna grab Salamander and the Girly and their group to show em. Ya won't see em' really till durin' the final showdown." His voice was deep and he moved to carry her out of the arena, pulling his hood back up.

As much as he didn't want to, he needed to explain things to her. Should Heartfilia fail in stopping the dragons, he needed to warn Levy of certain events. Then he needed to see if the girl was doing her damn job. In the morning, Lucy and the others would be arrested and Heartfilia should be going to find them.

A slow nod was given in return to his explanation as he left, taking her to her room at the inn. Everyone was busy at the pub, excited about their one-point lead.

The large male easily took the key from Levy and opened the door, leading them into the dark hotel room.

She hadn't known what to say, just watched him quietly until he set her on her bed. His cloak discarded onto the small table.

"I'll explain more, but do ya mind if I grab a shower first.?" He rubbed the back of his neck. It had been a while since he had an actual shower. During the Dragon's reign from where he was it was quick washes in cold water when they got the chance, or when his Levy was around douses with her magic.

"Yeah, course." She mumbled. "I can see about getting you some new clothes. I know I still have some here from the new uniforms." She explained, moving to a truck of clothing. She, Freed, and Lisanna had been chosen to design and create the new uniforms for the new team up. They needed three people who could work quick on them between the end of the Navy Battle and the battle.

They made a few of them just in case of wear and tear. Quietly she pulled the clothing out and handed it to him, a shy blush on her face. "Here." She said lightly.

He chuckled, he hadn't known she was part of making these uniforms. "Thanks, Lev." He moved his hand to tilt her chin up. "Fuck, I missed you Levy." He whispered, taking in her surprised gaze and red face.

"Isn't… there a me where you're from…?" She questioned.

His eyes dulled at the memory, motioning for her to take a seat again. "Where I'm from… Is about three and a half years in the future. And… You used to be there." His voice was strained.

"Go take a shower, Gajeel. I'll go grab us some food and beer…" She knew he sometimes needed beer to talk about certain subjects. "We have all night…and most of tomorrow." She said lightly.

He nodded, grateful for her understanding nature. Quietly the two separated. Levy went down to get some food and him some beer, and he went into the shower.

In the shower his head was pressed to the tile wall, feeling the scalding water pour through his hair and down his back as he breathed in slowly. Memories of his Levy flashing behind his shut eyes, but the sweet, fresh scent of her past self filled his senses.

He thought of his Levy, of her longer hair. He never realized how much he loved the length until he saw her younger self again.

He missed the rare quiet days they'd be in some dirty, cold basement. Hiding from dragons. She'd be drape over his chest as they laid out on a sheet or his cloak. His hands would run along her back, pausing at the deep scar before running through her cornflower locks.

He remembered the near purr she'd let out when he did that, especially after they had sex. Which was regular in that world. If they were safe enough, and not too injured, they'd fall into each other for a passionate while. Proving they were alive and still with each other… and yet it was also a goodbye. That it could be their last night.

The blunette had always been his light. The day he scented her pregnancy, he didn't allow her up. His nose had been buried in her abdomen, rough whispers in draconian to the developing fetus.

It only took her a moment to understand his actions. Tears had poured freely as she laughed between sobs. They may have been in hell, but their child was their everything.

He couldn't stop the sobs that started to choke him. His child, his son and mate, they were gone. He hadn't told her, because he wasn't a hundred percent sure, but from the scent he got… they were having a boy. His sobs, his tears drowned out by the water of the shower.

All the pain and loss from that, six months without her… without watching her belly swell with their child… It drove him mad, only her scent in that worn down ribbon had kept him sane. Some days he thinks about how far along she'd be… how swollen her belly would be with their child.

Nine months. That would be how far along she'd be. She would have been nine months before he left through the Eclipse Gate. She'd be ready to have the kid… and he could bet she'd have a large swollen belly.

He was a large man, and she was very small. He had no doubt in his mind she'd be very large during any pregnancy. And he sure as hell did not mind. Besides, he did promise to make her big.

Thoughts of his Levy, swollen with their child had him in almost a daydream like state as he washed his hair. He nearly purred at the thoughts of his mate.

"Gajeel? I'm back." Levy, the younger Levy, knocked on the door to let him know she was back with beer and food.

He nearly jumped at the sudden sound, he was just so far gone in thinking about her future self. With a heavy sigh, he left the shower and got dried off and dressed. His body a bit more defined with muscle and with his ability to eat metal he was far from starving, so the shirt was a bit tight.

"Thanks, Shorty." Hearing him use that name made her shoulders sat in relief. She loved that he used her name and called her Lev, but she grew attached to Shorty and Shrimp… not that she'd ever tell him.

Quietly they started eating. Nothing special, just some burgers and fries. Beer for him, juice for her.

She was patient; she'd let him decide when to start his tale of what happened… why he was here.

"Fuck, this is harder than I thought." His hands moved through his hair.

"Just breathe and take your time. I'm not going to rush you and you don't need to tell me everything." She spoke quietly. Her hand moving into his instantly calmed him.

With several more minutes and a few deep breaths, "Dragons."

She was started with how sudden he started.

"Dragons came out of this thing called the Eclipse Gate." He growled remembering. "Thousands of em' attacking people. Though, Metalicana, Igneel, and Grandeeney didn't fuckin' show." He snarled.

"They destroyed everythin': Buildings, people, lives." He paused in thought. "The Guilds all tried bandin' together to keep people safe. We lost a lot of people, Lev. Gray, Juvia, Elfman… lot of our Guild."

"We jus tried survivin', ya know? You, Lil, and I went off. Salamander and Heartfilia went off. Wendy was with the hag… we all did what we had to… but three years after it…"

Her hand took his, squeezing it in silent support.

"Ya became my mate… a year after Lily was gone." He hated that Pantherlily was caught by one of the Dragons.

"You were dyin' and I couldn't do a damn thing… until Wendy found us and saved yer life. Had a nasty scar, but ya were alive. We rejoined Fairy Tail at some abandoned underground area Wendy lead us too. It was tough…"

"Food's pretty low." Erza sighed lightly. Her hand moving to her missing arm. Even after it had been healed by Wendy, she still felt phantom pains.

"Salamander and I will go out and try to get some." Gajeel grunted slightly, looking to Levy. Maybe he was selfish, but right now he didn't care if they all had food. Just Levy and Wendy mattered.

Wendy was curled up in Levy's lap, the poor girl had lost Carla and was a mess. Levy and he had both been that bad when Lily died.

"Gaj…" He didn't need her to tell him. He knelt down to press a kiss to her lips then to Wendy's head.

"I'll be back. I promise Lev, Wendy. You both take care of each other, okay?" His strong hand tilted Wendy's chin up so her tearful eyes met his firm crimson gaze.

"Okay… you better come back." Wendy whimpered.

"Or we will hunt you down." Levy said sharply, making him smirk. She had grown so damn much since the Dragons came. She wouldn't let it break her.

"Got it, Shrimp." His nickname made her smack his shoulder, but he could hear the soft laughter mixed in with the dogs from Wendy.

"Come home safe, Gaj. I need you. Wendy and I both need you." Levy whispered as she leaned in to kiss him once more.

While there were troubles, there was still hope.

It had been months later that Wendy confronted the couple, "I'm going with Erza, Laxus, and Lisanna to find more survivors. There's a rumor that Jellal, Ultear, Meardy are near, and that they find Mira and Happy." Wendy was firm, looking Gajeel in the eye.

He was so proud of her. He and Levy both were proud. Wendy had basically been adopted by them, so they were proud of her as parents.

It was a week later that Happy joined them. They were safe, but it was too dangerous for humans to cross to get back.

Hope came in many different forms.

Levy was sleeping when Gajeel noticed the tang in his mate's scent. His body inching down hers until his nose was buried in his abdomen. A slow inhale was all it took. Arms tightened around her and soft mumbling filled the air.

"Gajeel?" She whispered in confusion, trying to sit up. His large hands pushed her back down, making her stay still.

"Sia suorra. Sia rumag ui mrith vrak." His voice purred happily.

"Mmm…" She hummed in confusion before blinking as sleep left her. She noticed how he was holding her and nuzzling her belly. Tears flooded her eyes at the thought.

"We're having a baby." She sobbed, soft bits of laughter escaping her. Any fear for tomorrow was gone. Nothing mattered but them.

His crimson gaze met honey, taking a breath he repeated his earlier mumble in Fiorian. "My baby. My mate is with child." His voice wavered with unshed tears of happiness.

But… it wasn't meant to be.

Wendy never came home, it was too dangerous for them to travel to her and too dangerous to have her come to them.

Lucy came back three days ago, and she was eerily silent until she suddenly turned to Gajeel and pleaded with him to get Natsu back home.

Gajeel frowned, as much as Natsu was his friend, he wasn't ready to leave Levy alone. Especially not with the developing child in her womb. She was three months and starting to show, but only Lucy knew of the pregnancy outside the couple and Natsu.

"Gaj, maybe we should go." Levy was quiet, looking at her mate. She watched Lucy beg him, and neither could take the heart breaking pleas.

"… Fuck, fine Lev. Grab a bag and some rations. Needed to go out and scavenge anyways." He growled.

The two left that afternoon. Camping in a basement of some building… and at dawn the couple was outside, starting to continue their journey to find Natsu.

Neither knew what hit them after their talk. The ground rumbled and he hid her in some ruins. A massive Dragon attacked.

It was obvious Gajeel was out matched. He was smacked through a building, chest ripped open from the talons on that thing. His head hitting the stone so hard it didn't matter that most of him had been metal. Everything was blurry.

"..JEEL!...GA….EL!" He could see her running, well a blur of her colors. "SO….ID…PT: GU...ARD!" He felt arms pulling him up. Before he could push her away and tell her to run it was too late.

The swift strike ripped through the barrier created by the solid script magic. Both were thrown, but it was the small female who took the brunt of the hit.

Fear and adrenaline over took his pain. Vision clear and feet running to the fallen female. He couldn't even hear his own screaming of her name.

Blood from her head, broken bones, limp body, and shallow breathing. The hit… the force of the hit broke her body… literally broke her body.

"Pathetic… not even with killing." The loud growl was ignored. The attack to his mate broke the male far more than any physical attack could.

"Ga…el.." Blood bubbled and foamed past her lips. He knew there was no coming back.

"No, no, no. Don't you dare, baby. You keep those beautiful eyes open, damnit!" He yelled at her.

"So..ry.. I…ve..You." She choked on ever word, trying her hardest to keep her eyes open. Every breath hurt. Every single beat of her heart hurt.

"Please, you promised to stay by my side, Lev! I need you." Tears flowed and for once he didn't care. "Levy, wake up! Open those eyes. Open those beautiful eyes, Lev… LEVY!" His sorrowful scream sounded like a pained roar.

"Found Salamander. He had been dead too. I lost her… you. I lost my Levy for nothing. Lost everything, for nothing… and I'll never forgive Heartfilia for that."

Levy didn't know what to say. Her hand left his arm, her entire body stood up and she tightly embraced him. And suddenly, everything came crashing back down.

Arms pulled her tightly to him, choked sobs muffled against her shoulder.

Like she wanted it to be her Gajeel and not him…. He wanted his Levy and not her. She felt each painful tremor of his body with every sob.

Her fingers gently combed through his hair, holding him tightly. Tears fell from her eyes at his pain. She never wanted him to hurt… never wanted him to be alone.

This wasn't Kurogane that hurt her and it wasn't Gajeel of Fairy Tail that saved her. It was Gajeel Redfox, a man who lost everything and was trying to find some way to get it back. He was Gajeel Redfox who wasn't sure where he stood anymore, he was just lost.

Her arms tightened around him. "I'm here… I promise… I'll do everything within my power to keep that from happening, Gajeel. I'll do everything I can to keep you from being alone." She whispered, stroking his arm as he slowly calmed down.

Years of pain and anger and months of depression and sorrow weighed heavily on him. But those words; those soft whispers from Levy… cured it all.

"Don't let us go. If the dragons aren't stopped. Do not let us go after Salamander." He breathed out.

"I promise. I won't let either of us go." She stroked his hair, feeling his shoulders sag in relief.

"Thank you." He whispered. His arms held her to him before he slowly pulled away. His gaze clashing with warm honey making him smirk. "M' okay, Lev."

"Liar." The word shook him, and it make his smirk broaden. His Levy always said that. She always knew.

"Fuck, yer getting more and more like er." He sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead which made her freeze and turn red.

"Well, almost." He chuckled at her redness which made her pout. "Ya need ta sleep, Shorty."

"Soon. Promise, Gajeel. I still need a shower and to change." Lips turned in a warm smile. "I think you need it more. Take the bed, kay?"

His gentle gaze turned to a scowl. "I'm not takin' the bed from ya. We can fuckin; share. Yer my mate, whether or not you specifically are." He growled lightly.

He watched her turn red down to her neck, it was such a pleasant sight.

"O-okay. J-just go lay down. I'll join you after a shower." She said shyly. She wasn't used to such direct attention from a man.

"Fine. 'urry up." He scoffed and moved into the bed.

There he was. There was her Gajeel peeking through. Still impatient.

By the time the blunette came out of the shower clad in shorts and a loose T-shirt, Gajeel was asleep. Snoring as he laid on the inn bed. She was quietly towel drying her hair before using a bit of magic to finish drying it.

Quietly she climbed into the bed, her cheeks turning red. It took him less than a moment in his sleep to seize her body in his grasp. Curling himself around her as his hands went to her abdomen.

Despite everything, his loss. His body still desired his pregnant mate. Her older self. She wasn't jealous or angry at this, she just was sad.

Slowly, she let herself fall asleep. Maybe for o

ne night, she could take away any nightmare he had… any sorrows that plagued him.

The older version of Gajeel, and the petite Levy slept in till early afternoon.

Usually he was an early riser, and honestly, he had woken up, but seeing her in his arms, curled up to his chest form moving in her sleep… he didn't want to pull away.

He just brushed his fingers through her messy curls. He wanted nothing more than to lavish her in kisses and touch… but this Levy, she was still innocent to his touch.

Levy hadn't been a virgin when they first had sex. That was something that had both surprised him and slightly disappointed him. Then again, it had also been a good thing. His rather large size and the piercings could have been a bit more painful than just losing her virginity.

It had surprised her that he had been one. Yet, it made it that much more special to them. He never wanted to feel the touch of another woman. She had wished that she could have given him hers as well.

"I love you… I love you so much, Gajeel." Levy gasped between kisses.

The two of them were locked in some basement, dragons rampaging outside over territory. The two had already confessed their love for each other.

"Fuck, I need you, Lev." He grunted. The man pulled her tight to him, hips clashing together, and neither could hold the moans in.

Levy had bit her lip after their lips parted during the moan. "I'm… not a virgin, Gajeel…" She mumbled, almost ashamed of the fact.

He thought she was joking at first, but noticed how serious she looked. "I don't care, Levy. Sure, fuck… I wish I was yer first. But hell. I jus care that yer mine now." He pulled her down and kissed her roughly. "Sides, yer my first. That's all that matters too."

His confession made her blush, but it made her smile brightly. "I love you." She whispered against his lips.

"Love ya too, Shrimp." He chuckled and groaned as she grinded her pelvis down into his. Feeling the bulge in his pants against her crotch.

She didn't know if she could wait. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want him… that her body didn't ache at the idea of him being inside her.

His hands slid up her thighs to her hips, squeezing them before he gripped her dress, pulling it up over her head. His eyes looked at her exposed skin, and strapless bra. His face turned a deep shade of red, making Levy giggle.

She hadn't expected him to react like this, but she didn't mind. It was cute…

"Relax." She crooned, leaning down to kiss his neck. She may not have been as experienced as some women, but she did learn a few things.

Her hands slowly slid down his chest, lifting the fabric up, letting her thumbs brush along his chest slowly until she pulled it up over his head, tossing the shirt aside. Her lips moved back to his neck, kissing slowly, occasionally nibbling and sucking on his pulse.

She heard his breathing become harder, felt the erratic beating of his heart as her hands slowly moved over his chest. "Lev…" He groaned.

Her soft kisses and gentle touches were driving him insane. His cock was strained against the confines of his pants and boxers.

She smiled and pulled back, her hands drifting down his chest to the hem of his pants, slowly unbuttoning them. Her left hand brushing the piercings that lined the left side of the V outline along his hips towards his shaft. Four studs on each side, and they never looked better.

Her fingers quietly and slowly dragged down his zipper, making him growl. He wanted her to hurry up. He was growing impatient at her teasing.

She giggled and tugged at his pants, his hips lifting off the ground so she would pull them to his thighs.

"Stop teasing, woman!" He couldn't help but gasp out.

She just grinned up at him as her hand caressed upward from the base of his shaft, trailing over the few Frenum piercings, or a Jacob's latter, that trailed up the shaft having five on each side. And through the head was a Prince Albert.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, "I had always wondered…" She mumbled lightly as she carefully moved to straddle his lap after she slipped out of the rest of her clothes.

"Bout wha?" His eyes were dark, the slit in his eyes almost none existent as they looked at her… a predatory gaze.

"If you were pierced here too. Girls at the Guild used to bet on if you did and what kind." She mumbled, cheeks red.

A cocky grin made his way to his face as he looked at his little fairy, her naked body straddling his. "Oh really?" His hand moved to touch her cheek.

She turned her head to nuzzle his callused palm. "Mhm, seems I won." She smiled. "I had a feeling you'd have more than just a Prince Albert." She teased lightly before both she shifted her hips forward, enough to brush her damp slit against his shaft.

The movement caused both parties to gasp. Gajeel dropped his hand to her hip; his face turned red at the surge of pleasure. He wasn't used to giving up control like this.

"Relax Gajeel." Levy's voice soothed him. "I'm not taking all the control. Promise. I'm just getting us started." She leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

"M' not…"

"You're tense. Just relax and breathe. This may not be my first time, but there is a lot of firsts here to be had." She crooned lightly.

He grunted and slowly relaxed. He liked the idea of being the first for her in some aspects.

She smiled, her knees on either side of him, pushing herself up so she could hover above his erect cock. Biting her lip as she inwardly cursed her short stature. She was short, and because of this she wasn't able to sit up too much taller than his cock with her knees spread apart.

Her slit was hot and wet, and not even an inch from his cock, causing Gajeel to groan in anticipation. She was such a fucking tease! Whether she knew it or not.

She bit her lip harder, slowly lowering herself onto his cock, precum already spilling down his length as her fingers carefully grasped his shaft to help guide him inside her. Gasping as the cool metal of his Prince Albert piercing touched her heated flesh.

His left hand moved to her hip, gripping her tightly as his other hand was still in her grasp. His eyes couldn't help but admire the sight of her slowly lowering herself onto his cock, taking it in slowly. He grunted at the feel of her tightness, her walls slick and warm, but oh so tight.

"A-ah... Gaje..el…" Her words came out broken between moans as she finally was able to get his entire shaft inside her. She felt so full, the ring and other piercings pressing against her inner walls.

"Fuck, Lev! Yer so fuckin' tight." He honestly wasn't sure he believed her in not being a virgin, despite her lack of hymen.

"I'm… gonna move, Gajeel…" Her breath came out in short pants as she released his hand and moved to place a hand against his thigh to brace herself. Slowly she began moving, her hips lifting up to drop down and take all of his cock again.

He loved the moans and pants that spilled from her lips, his body leaning up, hands reaching around. One grasping her hip, the other firm on her nicely shaped ass as he began slowly thrusting up to meet her movements. Grunts and groans passing his clenched teeth.

She felt so damn good. Each movement was dragging him to a quick end. Her hips occasionally rolling, trying to bring herself to her own climax as well as his.

His eyes lowered to take in her form, their movements still slow and steady to drag out the pleasure. Any faster and he may have cum.

His hand moved down her stomach after leaving her hip, his thumb sweeping against her clit which rewarded him with a soft cry in surprise and pleasure.

He loved her noises. Each moan, each pant, each cry, and each fucking squeak that came out of her was so fuckin' beautiful. Watching her head toss back as her hair stuck to her shoulders, face, and likely her back…

"H-harder… t-think you can fuck me harder, Gaj...?" She questioned weakly. Her mind was fuzzy with pleasure. Her eyes were dark with lust and need.

"I'll fucking give you harder. Shorty." He growled. His hand on her ass began guiding her to bounce at a slight angle, her hips moving with his guidance as he began thrusting up harder into her. The ring piercing hitting spots she didn't even know she had.

He would have typically been worried about hurting her, but since the Dragons escaped the Eclipse Gate, his little mage had grown much tougher. If she could handle living in a land where Dragons ruled… he knew she'd tell him to stop if he was too rough.

Levy's head tossed back as she moved with his thrusts, her hips rolling against his every now and then. The girl was so close from the rough thrusts into her and the constant swiping of her clit.

Gajeel was doing his best to try to make her cum first, but he couldn't stop himself. Several more thrusts, and he felt himself cum. A growl tearing from his throat as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly to him.

It seemed his own climax triggered hers, as she bit into his shoulder when he came inside her. Her strangled cry muffled against his sin as he felt her walls tighten and spasm around his cock.

"Shit, Levy…" He growled and buried his face in her hair, feeling her hips weakly rock against him, working off the last of her climax. His large hands moving to hold her small body as he collapsed back onto the floor from his sitting position, dragging her with him.

The mixture of their panting for breath and the thick musk of sex in the room left the two utterly content; they were in their own little world and the world outside, the war outside, did not matter at the moment.

"Time to wake up, Levy." He whispered after being pulled from his memories. His lips brushed her forehead. He knew he was acting different… softer.

He knew he could be his brash self, but after months of toeing the line of insanity, self-hate, and contemplating suicide to be with his mate… he couldn't help but be weak with her.

He knew what it was to lose everything. And he never wanted that to happen again. He'd show her the affection and love she deserved… but tonight he needed to see Heartfilia.

He wanted nothing to do with the woman, and while he doubted she'd succeed in her plot to stop the Dragons, he's at least make an effort. Without the Dragons, Levy wouldn't die. She knew not to go after Natsu, not to let him go after Natsu with her… if the Dragons came through.

"Do I have to?" Her voice was small, whining at him. It couldn't make him smile more, she was always a baby about getting up, even in a world of Dragons and death.

"Yes, Lev, ya do. I wanna spend time with ya before I have to go after Heartfilia." He growled the name.

"You really hate her now, don't you?" Her voice was still small, only half buried in her pillow as she peeked at him.

"I don't hate her… But I'll never forgive her. Yer older self, she was mine. Our baby was mine. I lost 'em both because of her. So, I may not hate her… but I sure as hell don't love or even like her." He tried to explain.

His Levy died for nothing. She and their child died for a corpse, and he couldn't let that go.

"I understand…" She whispered. As much as she loved Lucy, if the girl had caused her to lose someone that important to her… she'd probably never forgive the blonde either.

Word Count: 7,004 Words (15 pages Woo)

ShadowKurayami: Here is chapter one of Time Variance, I would love to hear the opinions of my lovely readers.

Things will be heavily delayed due to school and work, but the delay for Script Mage Tales is due to me not being happy with how the Edolas chapter was coming out. I have already rewritten it 3 times and I'm rewriting it again. So I'll get that up as soon as I can.

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