Hello.

My first Gajevy & not Modern Au

It is longer than intended as it just didn't want to end but well..

The story takes place around 1600, probably somewhere in Thuringia, Germany while Gajeel may be from a Scandinavian country. Please excuse all the historic stuff I got wrong, as it's the part of history I have the least knowledge about.

Some things regarding the chronology of Fairy Tail don't work as well, so sorry about that too.

Please enjoy :)

AN: Fairy Tail & the characters belong to Hiro Mashima-sensei.

Blood was everywhere. His wound had reopened. Cold sweat coated his heated body. But he didn't stop. He continued his way through the forest jerkily, slipping away.

His vision blurred right as he caught a glance of bright blue hair somewhere in front of him. Should he hide? Should he try to reach it?

Darkness enclosed him

Gajeel slowly opened his eyes. He found himself in a dim small room, lying on something rather soft, covered in warm, heavy blankets, a cold napkin on his forehead.

The man shifted, seeing black immediately, a quiet grunt escaping his lips. Fuck! The wound...

As his vision was fully back, a female figure was leaning over him, smiling softly. Her bright blue hair and huge chocolate eyes stood out even in the dim room.

"So you are finally awake. You have slept for three days." she said quietly, still smiling at him "How do you feel?"

Gajeel tried to sit up, this time prepared for the pain coming from his wound, as small gentle hands supported him suddenly.

"Where am I? Who are you? And what happened?" he asked after a moment of rest, leaning against the wall.

The girl watched silently as he brushed away some strains of his long black hair that were clinging to his sweat-coated face. He was all dirt and blood.

"My name is Levy and this is my house. I have found you unconscious in the forest, through I have no idea how you got there." the blue haired girl replied. After hesitating for a second she continued "You were very lucky. Not many people take upon themselves to walk into the forest as it is called enchanted."

The new information made Gajeel smirk. "So how do you know that I am not a demon from the enchanted forest?" he asked clearly challenging her.

Levy stared at him in silence again, making Gajeel wonder if the petite woman would throw him out and make a ruckus after the comment.

"I don't believe such tales. And as a healer, I can tell that you are clearly human, through I have never seen anybody to overcome such an injury, Mister..." she stopped, just realizing that she didn't even know his name.

"Gajeel" the man said finally, making the young woman smile at him again.

"So how do you feel? You have a deep cut through your right side, but it missed any vital points. The cuts on your arms will leave scars through..." her voice got more and more quiet with every word she spoke, as if she was scared or something.

Gajeel was used to people running away from him just because of his looks, but that didn't seem to be the case with this girl.

"Hey Shorty, what's wrong?"

The comment made the bluenette's cheeks burn, through it was unclear if the cause was anger or embarrassment.

Without a word, Levy turned around and approached the stove, reaching out for a little box, obviously containing some spices as it was bright red as she put some of it into a bowl.

Gajeel needed a while to realize that the young woman in front of him was indeed cooking.

He watched her as she moved around the room in silence. To him, the blunette looked like a fairy from an old tale. Petite and slim, the unusual hair colour making the impression even stronger.

"Hey Shorty. What were ya doing in the enchanted forest by yourself anyway? Ya a fairy or something?"

"Mister Gajeel! I am not that short! And obviously not a fairy!" the petite woman answered in an upset tone, blushing heavily. "As I said, I am a healer. I was looking for some roots and plants that are used as medicine!"

"You are short." he answered, amusement in his voice.

Again, the bluenette didn't reply. Instead she grabbed the bowl and a wooden spoon and showed them in the hands of the more than surprised Gajeel.

"Eat up!" Levy ordered, her face indicating she was not as angry as she pretended to be. It was rather cute.

Under her severe stare, Gajeel started eating, almost choking on the first spoon-full of the vegetable soup. It tasted... weird. Not bad or gross at all, but something was odd.

"Oi, Shorty! What's in this? Ya sure ya didn't put fairy powder into it?"

What had been a rather strict but still friendly expression changed to one of pure anger in less than a second.

"Do. Not. Call. Me. A. Fairy!" Levy spoke, her voice low and quiet, sending shivers down Gajeel's spine. The girl just achieved something he would have never imagined to be possible.

"Do you know what they do to you if you are accused of being a fairy, a witch or another of the so called devil's creatures?!"

With that, Levy turned around and started cleaning the room, ignoring Gajeel at all.

The man ate in silence, staring down on the bowl in his hands, slowly taking a liking to the strange flavored soup.

"I am from the north." Gajeel spoke as he finished his meal, through he didn't lift his gaze. "Things are different up there." he added after a short pause.

The blunette didn't know what to answer. Hell, she didn't even know what he wanted to tell her with the revelation. But as the optimist she was, Levy decided to take it as a kind of indirect excuse from a way too proud man.

Due to the serenity of his injury, Gajeel had to stay in bed for another four days. Getting bored really fast and without anything to occupy himself with, the man watched his petite caretaker whenever he was awake. The uneven pair talked a lot during these days, being way too open for a man and woman who just met and didn't know each other at all. Sure, Gajeel was mocking Levy half the time and the girl fought back with a force he had never seen before, but that didn't change the fact that it broke many conventions.

Gajeel couldn't help but bring on a little respect for Levy, even through she was a woman. The only one before her who had earned it, has been Ersa Scarlet, a legend along the northern people who was stronger than most men and one of his companions.

On the fifth day, Gajeel was finally allowed to leave the bed, as Levy officially declared that there wasn't a risk of his wounds reopening again all anymore.

He wasn't allowed to do any heavy work or do any sudden movements, but it was still better than sitting or lying around all day.

As Gajeel stood up, with Levy supporting him from the side, a sudden realization struck him. He had through that she was of a rather small posture, but Levy didn't even reach his shoulder!

"So ya still wanna tell me that ya aren't a Shorty?" he glanced down at the bluenette, grinning widely. It earned him a glare, but the lack of response, different from the first day, told him he had won.

That day, Gajeel finally got the chance to clean himself. It may have not been usual among the common folk down there to bathe or wash themselves very often, but where it was from the people saw it as priority.

As Gajeel reentered the small house, finally completely clean, a loud sound brought his attention to Levy.

Her face was red as a tomato when she started collecting the dishes she dropped from the floor.

"Ya are clumsy, Shorty." Gajeel mumbled completely unaware of being the case of the clumsiness. He was rather handsome without all the blood and dirt. Tall, with nice muscles and long black mane falling sown his back.

The two of them didn't talk much after that, Levy avoiding her patient a bit. They just briefly discussed Gajeel's plans and departure. He was planning on starting his jouney back in two or three days.

The next morning started the worst way possible.

Gajeel and Levy, who ended sleeping together on the bed for reasons neither of them understood, woke up in each others arms to the sound of heavy pounding and shouts from the door. Immediately, they took a fair distance from each other as even Gajeel understood what kind of scene would result from an unmarried woman found in the arms of an stranger.

Levy who opened the door, wearing her day-clothes now, got Gajeel's attention back to reality.

Neither of them had a chance to say something as two weird men, dressed in long red robes, entered, closely followed by a third. This time in a long purple cloak and a black beard.

"You, Levy McGarden, are accused of witchcraft and pacting with the Devil! You have been seen collecting items widely known as necessary for a dark mess and magical rituals!" the third man announced loudly.

"Look for evidence! Collect everything suspicious!" he continued with a mean grin, giving instructions to his underlings.

Gajeel, who was about to start a fight with the men froze in place as he felt Levy's small form shaking next to him. He patted her head awkwardly, trying to reassure and comfort her somehow.

"They won't find anything.." he whispered.

Levy looked up to him, tears filling her eyes "It doesn't work like that..."

"Master Alexei! We have found books from the Index!* Copernicus, Erasmus, a Lutheran Bible and even John Huss! All the heretics! She is clearly a witch!" one of the red-cloathed men shouted.

Levy didn't think about the consequences and hugged Gajeel tightly, crying.

She was surprised that he returned the gesture. The North had to be a weird place when the people didn't care about witches and magic and saw fairies as something good. She wanted to go there. With Gajeel. She didn't want to die!

"Take her!" Alexei commanded, evil smirk on his face.

Before Gajeel knew what was happening, the small bluenette wasn't in his arms anymore, but stand in front of the men who wanted her to die the most horrible death of all, to burn her.

"Let's go!" Tears were still running down Levy's cheeks, but her voice wasn't shaking. She left her house with her head raised, almost proud, leaving a puzzled Gajeel behind.

The three inquisitors, the two red-cloathed men and Alexei, who's smirk changed into a scowl, followed her.

Usually Gajeel was one to fight and protect people who meant something to him. And hell, the girl did even through they knew each other only for a short time. She has saved his life and presented a challenge he was more than willing to accept. She was so much smaller and still an equal.

Gajeel asked himself why he couldn't move a long while after the inquisitors left, taking Levy with them. The only explanation he could come up with were the girl's actions. He has the feeling she wanted to prevent him from doing something reckless in the attempt to save her. She wanted to save him and she did. Again.

The decision was easy. Gajeel suddenly knew what to do. He grabbed the few things belonging to him and ran towards the forest where Levy had found him. Luckily, the girl showed him the way before.

He ran and didn't stop. He ran for hours. He ran and stopped only in front of the tree where he had hid his sword as he realized he wouldn't make it with it the last time. He pulled the masterpiece of blacksmith-art out of the hollow tree and fastened it on his back.

Pleased with it, Gajeel started running again. He had to reach the town where he had left his horse a week ago.

If he wanted to fight alone against the fucking inquisitors, he had to have a safe escape ready, if it backfired. And his horse, trained for even such situation was the best choice.

Luckily, he had told the inn's owner that he would return after a week or two and take the animal with him.

Gajeel reached the town of Haljion shortly before the sun disappeared behind the mountains in the west. He had needed a day to cross the distance.

The man ran towards the inn, earning himself quite the curses and angry glares. But he didn't mind.

"My horse! Now!" he barked as he tossed five gold coins on the counter in front of the inn's owner.

The smaller man, intimidated by Gajeel to no end, just nodded to one of his farmhands who left immediately.

Gajeel turned towards the door, wanting to leave, as someone came in.

"Gajeel?" A tan man in a black furred clack blurred out, surprise and relief all about his face. "I have been looking for you! Master Makarov told you-!"

"Lily! Just listen! Something happened and I had to change the plan! There was no other way!"

"Mister, your horse is ready." the farmhand interrupted full of fear.

Shooting him a glance, Gajeel ran out, leaving Lily behind.

Seeing his friend's more than weird behavior, the tanned man didn't hesitate and followed.

"Gajeel! What's the matter?" he shouted, catching up right as they reached the horses.

"I don't have the time to explain! I have to go!" Gajeel answered as he swung himself on his horse.

With that, Lily ran towards his own, which was still standing where he left it and mimicked his friend's action.

"So what are you waiting for?" he asked teasingly. "This way to can tell me what's going on without loosing any time and you will!"

Gajeel smiled weakly as they left. His friend didn't know what he was getting himself into.

The shadow over Lily's face grew darker and darker with every word of the story. They rode in silence after Gajeel finished his explanations, a heavy air between them.

The two men knew that they had to hurry up. Every second counted, if they wanted Levy to go through torture or even the water-trial she wouldn't survive for sure. One could never tell how much time the bastards would let pass between the arrest and the beginning of their sick games.

TBC

AN: I hope everything is clear till now. The second Chapter will be up later or tomorrow.

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