#gejevy

My dear fellow Jerza/Jellal fans, or to anyone who is disappointed in that ending and felt like Jerza deserves a better ending than this crap, I sincerely asked that we all send Mashima a tweet to let him know… Sometimes awareness needs to be made to let the author know that there are actually fans out there who cares how Jellal/Jerza is being handled in the story. Throughout the years, we have been very patient but this ending is absolutely unacceptable in my opinion.

What’s worse is that, I just asked my friend IRL to check Mashima’s twitter for me, since she can read Japanese on her end, she told me that there’s a lot of people thanking Mashima for the hard work….. This really left me speechless, because how can people thank Mashima after all this mess, is beyond my understanding…

I really cannot relate to those people on my end. He doesn’t have my appreciation at all, seeing he have been a sadist on Jellal/Jerza and us (fans) for believing in him… He emotionally trolled us in the end with that crappy ending, a lot of my friends (who I know) just doesn’t want to have anything to do with Fairy Tail anymore. This is sad, and I can totally relate to those people because I am in the same boat on my end. Even my best friend (IRL) said, who she isn’t a shipper in Fairy Tail, she said, Mashima likes to bait us and play with our feelings. He obviously knows how it will make us feel with an ending like this. He bait us with all those special pics on twitter, special chapters with hints and interactions… So…. I honestly, cannot understand how Mashima can be thanked for this. I really hate author for baiting fans because that’s DISRESPECTFUL and RUDE. We are humans too, we have our feelings and emotions. When author does that, it shows they are not genuine with their work… Those type of people is the absolute worst, they are beyond horrible and shouldn’t be thanked for it. No matter if one ship Jerza or not, you still think that Jerza really deserves a better ending than this?! We have waited years to finally see a closure to Jerza, and we got NONE. NOT ONE SINGLE PANEL. No interactions to them in the final chapter. Only implications and the ending is left to our imagination. We are tired of this mess, WHY do we have to get the short end of the stick every single time?! We don’t deserve this. Jerza deserves better. Mashima should know that he’s messing with people who care about the characters that he’s writing. He should not (imo) be thank for this.

I am not asking people to send hate messages, how you send / tweet Mashima is entirely up to you, all I’m requesting is for people who actually have twitter or even care for Jellal/Jerza or how they are being handled to send Mashima a tweet, telling him how he made you feel and how much Jerza means to you as well. Something simple to let Mashima know, and they don’t deserve this kind of ending. Mashima needs to know there are people he’s hurting and there are actual Jerza fans out there that doesn’t appreciate this… He(imo) really deserves a slap to be aware of this. What he’s doing isn’t right…

Personally, Mashima is forever on my black list, but if he do a special/bonus chapter to give Jerza their deserved closure ending, I’ll forget about all this mess that he did in the final chapter, because I really do think Jerza deserves better than this crap. 

T/N: This post is simply for those who feel the same, not to those who doesn’t... And yes, I’m crosstagging to spread the word. 

If you need one typed up in Japanese, I have it saved here, just PM/IM me in here, because I’m tired of this, I’ll send Mashima a tweet to express my disappointment.

Levy: Gajeel!

Gajeel: Levy!

Levy: Gajeel!

Gajeel: Levy!

Levy: (angry) Gajeel!

Gajeel: Levy?

Levy: GAJEEL!

Prompt: No Panties Word count: 1220

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“Dammit, how did the council figure that job would go anywhere but downhill?” Gajeel growled as we stepped through the door of his captain’s quarters.

“I’m not quite sure what went wrong tonight…” I muttered mostly so myself, replaying the battles events over in my mind for the umpteenth time as I carefully removed my coat and placing it on the table.

“I’ll tell you what went wrong,” he huffed, removing his own heavy, now blood-stained council coat and throwing it angrily onto a chair. “There were a shitload more of those guys than we were prepared for! We barely made it out of there in one piece!”

“I did all the calculations. I guess I hadn’t accounted for the possibility that there might have been more than the reported number.” I scrubbed at my face, too ashamed to look at the injured, infuriated man behind me. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that…” I breathed, running my hands through my now-knotted blue hair and squeezing my eyes shut. “You weren’t supposed to get hurt! It was supposed to be an easy victory, in and out, routine!”

“Levy, it’s not your-”

“It is though!” I whirled around to face him. “I was the one who messed it all up in the first place. I’m the reason you went in the first place! I’m the reason you-” I choked on my words, taking two slow steps closer to close the gap between us. Not meeting his eyes, I lifted my left hand to brush my fingers lightly over his bicep, careful not to get too close to the large gash there. “I’m the reason you got hurt, Gajeel.”

“Levy, quit talkin’ like that. None of this was your fault, you hear me? None of it,” he placed his hand beneath my chin to tilt my head up, where I found his gaze already resting on my face. “It’s not like I’ve never gotten hurt before right?” He smiled slightly.

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold my tongue as several replies came to mind, but knowing him he would just reject anything else I’d have to say on the matter. So I simply nodded and reached past him to pull out a chair.

“Let me at least help clean your injuries,” I finally spoke.

“Levy, I’m not worried about those. I just want to sleep,” he protested immediately.

Rolling my eyes, I quickly traced a few letters in the air before flicking them to his chest. There, a little “push” stuck, throwing him off balance enough to send him back into the chair. “Stay there, got it? Some of those look pretty nasty.” I raised an eyebrow, daring him to challenge me. With a defeated sigh from him, I turned on my heel to go retrieve the bandages and a wet cloth.

Upon returning, I found a shirtless Gajeel leaning back in the chair, fingers interlaced and resting on his lower stomach. He had his eyes closed, head back against the wall, and the sight made me freeze for a moment. He opened one eye, peering at me curiously with his pierced eyebrow raised.

Clearing my throat, I made my way across the room to his side, placing the bandages on the table to my right. Upon taking a closer look at the wound on his arm, I realized it was fairly deep, so I ran to retrieve an antiseptic and a healing salve before returning to the injured dragonslayer.

“This’ll probably hurt,” I muttered as I poured some of the antiseptic onto the cloth and beginning the process. As I carefully dabbed blood away, I felt his arm tighten beneath my fingers, his jaw clenching in obvious pain. It almost brought a small smile to my face, seeing how hard he was trying to hide his discomfort. I probably would have laughed a bit if I didn’t feel so guilty.

“God dammit that hurts,” he hissed as I began wiping gently at the wound itself.

“Just hold still, I’m almost done,” I assured him softly. My throat tightened as he fisted his hands in the fabric of his pants.

Once the cut was properly cleaned, I applied the salve and gestured for him to raise his arm a bit so I could bandage it. He watched me closely as I moved my hands back and forth, wrapping the dressings with practiced ease. As I finished, he turned his head away just as I looked to meet his eyes, and I quickly turned to pick up the other cloth I’d brought.

Stepping in front of him, I tilted his face up, moving to clean the cuts there. He moved his feet apart then, placing his hands on my waist and tugging me into the space between his legs. Closing his eyes once again, he placed his head back against the wall as his fingers traced shapes on my hips. Feeling my cheeks warm, I took a deep breath to try to calm my heartbeat before he heard it’s manic pace.

Running the washcloth over his forehead, I wiped away a patch of blood that came from a small cut along his hairline. I suddenly realized something then.

“Hey, why didn’t you wear the headband I gave you?” I asked quietly, breaking the silence between us.

He shrugged, staying silent for a moment. “Guess I just forgot,” he admitted, letting his hands slide a bit further down my hips.

“I thought you said it was good luck. Maybe if you’d worn it, we would’ve won,” I challenged mostly jokingly.

His eyes opened, revealing those intense red irises that I’d grown to love. “Is that so?”

“I’m just saying, maybe if you’d worn it…” I smirked slightly.

“Well, I’ve got more than one good luck charm, y'know,” he whispered, his fingers ghosting over the skin of my upper thighs, sending a shudder up my spine.

“Do you now?” I brushed a piece of hair back from his face, letting my fingers trail along the sharp contours of his cheek. I trailed them down over his jaw, before walking them up his chin, making sure to land a finger on both of the studs in his skin. Just before my index finger could land on his lower lip, however, he swiftly caught the tip of it gently between his teeth, giving it a playful squeeze before I smiled, rolling my eyes and pulling it away.

“C'mere,” he mumbled, tugging me closer by the backs of my legs. He moved forward more to sit at the edge of the chair and sat up straighter as I took a small step closer, his legs warm against mine.

“Gajeel…” I whispered as he leaned forward and kissed the hollow at the base of my throat. I buried my hands in his dark hair and placed my cheek against the top of his head as his lips gradually made their way up my neck.

I was vaguely aware of his hands as they slowly inched up my thighs. His mouth had my mind a bit frazzled at the moment. So the next thing I knew, his fingers were playing with the waistline of my panties, his lips just beneath my ear, making it impossible to miss his next, growled words.

“Princess Lucy,” my maid Virgo started. “ Your father has requested your presents in the throne room.” 

Sighing I put down my pencil. I had just gotten the flow of the next chapter I was writing. I thanked Virgo, and heading down the extravagant hallway, that was dotted with everyone from my family. At the end of the hall staring at me as I walked down it was the portrait of my mother. She looked a lot like me. Long blonde hair, delicate features, curves, and a smile that would make every male melt. I smiled as I walked up to it.

“I think Father finally noticed that he’s not alone in this palace.” It was a weak statement. Just a joke. My father didn’t care. He was distant because I looked so much like my mother. Traveling down the grand stair case, my heels clicking against the white marble I swung around down onto the main floor. The throne room was at the end of the main floor. There was a bright red carpet that lead to it. It was supposed to help beggars and nobles find my father.

The only thing my father was good at was running the kingdom. Most everything else, he was shit at. I slowly began to walk into the room. The golden throne, placed with the family crest. My father hunched just below it. He was growing old on age. Dark circles were licking his eyes. His hard set eyes mocked my movements. His once bright blonde hair, had simmered. With splashes of white now in there.

 “Lucky Lucy,” my father gave me a disgusting smirk. I shivered just watching him. He was no real father. He was simply a man that I saw every once in a while. I wanted to flinch at my name he insisted on calling me. Yet I was a princess born to be respectful.

 “Father,” I said. I looked down. Straightening my blue and white dress. I struggled under the weight of his eyes. I cleared my throat, “What can I do for you, sir?” 

 My father shrugged, the red cape that was remarkably dropped over his shoulders looked like blood oozing from death. He wore simple garb. A white shirt with an overcoat and black pants. He pretended to look like a commoner. Yet he failed with the glistening crown in his head. His eerie voice spoke out, “There have been a series of murders recently.” 

 I jolted and looked at him,“ Father, if you don’t mind my words, but what does that have to do with me?” 

Then the sneer came. The ungrateful sneer that would be forever burned into my brain. “We need one person to per say, be bait. Only so we can catch the monster.” I nodded along fearful for what has yet to come. “Knowing how much you love, and I do mean love, the city of Magnolia. I told the Fairy Tail Guardians that you’d be their bait.” 

 I didn’t register that for a few moments, “I’m the bait…” my voice trailed off. I stared at the unrelenting eyes of my father. That’s when it hit me. All at once. “YOU WANT ME, YOUR ONLY CHILD, TO BE BAIT FOR A MURDERER?!” 

“Lucy, darling, I can always have another child. But if my villagers think that I don’t care for them, I can’t get another kingdom. ”

 “THAT’S YOUR LOGIC? I’M AN ASSET? I AM DONE WITH THIS FATHER, YOU HAVE NEVER RESPECTED ME!” My voice was childish but necessary. I knew that my father would generally have my head if I spoke out of term like this. Sadly I knew he needed me for the murderer and can’t dirty what he needs. He couldn’t seriously be thinking about giving me to the Fairy Tail Guardians. As bait no less. The Fairy Tail Guardians were the elite group of knights that served under my father. They were told to keep the city safe. The Guardians are supposed to protect us at any cost, so why would my father put me in harm’s way. His daughter. I glared at him. 

My father simply let out a sigh, “Guardian Fullbuster, take Lucy to her chambers. Lucy, Guardians Redfox and Stratuss will come for you at seven tonight. You will do this for Magnolia.” With that a meaty arm of a shirtless, dark haired guard was clamped around my dainty arm. 

 “Princess,” the Guardian nodded at me as he whisked me away from my father and back to my room. Once we were in my room, which was a warm color of yellow and had a large bed in the middle. Long clear white drapes were resting against my large windows. I shuffled to my bed, wanting to relax. I settled. I noticed the Guardian didn’t leave.

 “Gray you don’t have to be so professional.” I said to the Guardian. Being alone for most of my life. I have developed close friendships with many people in Fairy Tail. Gray was one of my closest. He was lean, and muscular, with wonderfully soft black hair. He broke the Guardian’s uniform code all the time. Generally it was leather pants shoved into pale brown work boots and a light cotton shirt. It was supposed to help with movement and agility I think. Gray, he hated clothes. He almost never had his shirt on. Some of the commanders yell at him for it, especially the red haired queen of the guardians Ezra. 

 “Sorry Lucy. I can’t believe he’s making you do this!” Gray wanted to yell to my father, but in the Guardian code there was no disrespecting the King. I gingerly laid backwards onto my fluffy bed.

 “Do you know who the murderer is? Or have any leads?” 

 “Yes, Princess,” Gray said. I eyed him so he’d continue. “After each murder. The person and their place are lit on fire.” I nodded along to the explanation. There was something familiar about it. Gray sat down next to me. He opened his mouth to speak, “We think I might be –” 

 The door burst open. Gray quickly stands up, he is in defense mode, I take notice about how he reacts when he sees the two people at his door. One was a very petite, bluenette, she was in a floor length orange dress, and wore red rimmed glasses. Levy, I smiled inwardly. Next to Levy was Gray’s wife, Juvia. She was a bluenette as well, only her hair was long, with waves and she wore a dark blue dress they hit every part of her body. Levy and Juvia were both my Ladies in Waiting. They were both my closest friends. 

 “YOU’RE BEING BAIT.” They screamed at once. They rushed towards me. I was surprised that Juvia didn’t notice Gray. Generally they are on top of each other. Like it was borderline pornographic. Levy and Juvia sat on either side. Levy was the one who pushed Gray out of the way. 

I smiled at them, gripping their hands, “Ladies, it’s fine! I’m sure I won’t be harmed.” I tried to convince myself at that moment too. I had no idea who the person was. My Ladies in Waiting busted through the door right as Gray said the name. Thanks you their loud shrieking, I didn’t hear the name. I turned to Gray, whom had stood up, although he was fiddling with his pant strings attempting to loosen them. “Gray! You can’t take off your pants until you tell me who you think the murderer is!” 

Juvia perked up, “Gray-sama! When did you get here?” 

Juvia stood and kissed her husband’s lips, Gray reddened as she tightened his draw strings. I sighed, I missed the man I loved. He had been gone for days, no one had seen him. I was supposed to have eaten with him two days ago. He was going to tell my father about his plans to marry me. Yet he was gone, as was my heart. 

Gray crouched in front of me, with a nod from Juvia, he placed a hand on my knee. “Lucy, you are one of my best friends which is why this is so hard for me to say this to you. The murderer is suspected to be Natsu. Your Natsu.”