Summary: AU in which Gajeel is part of Ft since kid and part of Team Shadow Gear. Setting at Phantom Lord arc
A/N: Hello lovely people! This time I bring you a one-shot that got out of control and will be three chapters long. I’m so excited about @gajevyfallfest event! I’m def participating! Are you all as well?! Yay! haha with the hype of the event I got back into writing and finished this fic with the lovely help of @ranunculusfox as my amazing beta reader! Enjoy!
“Tu vida es una posibilidad infinita de reinventarte.”
“Your life is an infinite possibility to change who you are.”
If there was one thing for what the resident Iron dragon slayer of Fairy Tail was known for was never his patience.
“We should go kick their asses fer messing with us,” Gajeel growled as he slammed his fist on the table he shared with the rest of Team Shadow Gear. Droy and Jet flinched instinctively when the wood cracked under his strength. Levy’s eyes remained on her open book, completely unfazed by the outburst of her teammate.
Fairy Tail had gathered in the basement of the guildhall. The main building had been trashed the night before by Phantom Lord’s Element Four. Mira and Master Makarov found the guild with scorch marks completely blackening the entire east side while an enormous sharp boulder pierced the front entrance and tore apart half of the ceiling. The rest of the hall was littered with slicing marks running over every surface and amidst the rubble of destroyed tables, shattered glass covered the floor where the bar used to be. Cana cried at seeing how much alcohol had been lost to the attack.
Thank Mavis, the building didn’t collapse on its own by the sheer amount of damage it took! Once more mages arrived to Fairy Tail, Makarov’s priority was to ensure the roof wouldn’t cave in on them. Together, Droy, Laki and Gajeel created several support beams to deemed it safe to use the basement for the time being.
Makarov knew the attackers had been from Phantom Lord. They painted their ugly guild mark on the remains of Makarov’s office. The old man knew their only purpose was to rile up Fairy Tail into going to war with them, something that he just couldn’t allow, especially over something as insignificant as trashing an old building. As more mages arrived to the guild, the outrage spread like wildfire, with most of them urging the Master to retaliate against the punks that decided to mess up with Fairy Tail. Team Natsu’s arrival had rekindled the commotion that both Mira and Makarov had been able to control. Regardless, Makarov was firm and his orders were crystal clear to not do anything.
’It’s not something to make a fuss about. Leave them be.’ had been his words to which the majority, reluctantly, complied to. Some were more vocal about their irritation.
Like a certain member of Team Shadow Gear.
“As much as I hate to say this, Gajeel has a point,” Jet stated as he stood up from the bench. “We should go kick their asses! No one messes with Fairy Tail!” He slammed his fist into his open palm. His shoulders tensed up with barely contained anger.
“But you heard Master.” Droy tightened his fists in frustration. “There’s nothing to do about this. Just let them be.” The words left a bitter taste on his tongue but he trusted Makarov’s judgement and didn’t want to be on the receiving end of the old man’s punishment if they dared to disobey him. The plant mage gave a side glance towards Levy who had yet to speak. He was hoping she could help him make Gajeel and Jet see reason before they opted to do something really stupid.
“Fuck that!” Gajeel spat straightening to his full height. “We’ll beat their sorry asses in no time!” He crossed his arms over his chest. His smirk dripped confidence but something terrifying hid behind his expression. Droy gulped hard and a shiver travelled down his spine when he sensed the dragonslayer’s magic crackling around them. Gajeel could be quite terrifying at times.
“Don’t listen to them, Droy,” Levy said. Droy sighed in relief for the intervention but noticed that her eyes were still fixed on her book. “Master is right. We cannot go attacking Phantom Lord. That’s just what they want us to do.” She flipped to the next page. Another shiver travelled through Droy at noticing the seething dragonslayer glaring angrily at Levy who acted nonchalantly about the situation.
A growl rumbled lowly in Gajeel’s throat but Levy ignored it. Jet took a step closer to Droy, all his previous bravado vanishing at noticing the imminent confrontation. Droy shuffled as far as he could in his seat to keep some safe distance from the fight.
The solid script mage flipped another page and the strife began.