Cirque Du Faeries

by cryingmarshmallo

Gajeel Redfox was not very sure of what to expect when he signed up for the famous Cirque Du Faeries, but dangerous enemies, reckless friends and a certain blue haired acrobat who seemed to be fond on ditching parties certainly wasn't it. But then again, beast taming isn't the most conventional job either. 1940s circus au, also known as my excuse to write Gajeel on suspenders.

1. Prologue: Alegría

Everyone in the room held their breath. Children leaned in towards their parents, asking in whispering voices what was going on. The adults reply by hushing them silent, not taking their eyes from where the ring had been located mere seconds prior, before the lights were turned off and the crowd was left in complete darkness.

Alegría.

A single light fell over the figure of a short man standing on the middle of the ring. His costume was bright and colorful, a bright red top hat decorating his head, and his gloves hands rested on a baton.

The ringmaster.

Alegría.

The show starts up with three dancers, entering the enormous striped circus tent as they stood on respective pink dyed horses, dancing on top of them and making the glitter on their costumes sparkle and the crowd clap appreciatively.

Two clowns make their way inside, stealing smiles from the children as they fell over repeatedly due to their oversized clothes and flirted with the dancers, who payed them no mind.

Alegría.

The laughs soon turned into gasps and squeals, as a shirtless man entered, doing somersaults and holding in his hands two flaming torches. He danced recklessly around the edges of the ring, making the crowd stand to get a better look.

After his number came the strongman, starting from holding up weights, to having the three dancers and one of the horses stand on his shoulders, seemingly without breaking a sweat. He let them back into the ground and roared, the crowd roaring along with him.

Alegría.

People held their breaths both during the throwing knives number and the escapology number, after which they had to be reassured by the ringmaster they the performers were indeed okay, which earned them another round of applause.

A magician stepped in, a mischievous glint on his eyes as he opened his jacket and five doves flew out from it, making the younger ones gasp, as he proceeded to ask for a volunteer.

Alegría.

A young lady seemed to fly through the air as she performed on the aerial silks and the trapezes, only touching the ground to bow down to the crowd.

Finally, the ringmaster came out again, a big smile on his face which was mimicked on the performers'.

A man behind the ring watched silently as the show finished, with a pleased smile and a warm feeling on his chest he had not felt in a very long time. He chuckled to himself, fixed his suspenders and run a hand trough his long hair, and made his way out of the tent.

So that's what it felt like.

A/N:This is just a prologue for a story I have in mind. It's mostly Gajeel/Levy centric, altough we'll get a good dose of Juvia, slight Nalu, Miraxus and who knows what else.This is my very first published story, as well as my first FT story, so please be nice on the reviews, yeah? Also know that English is my second language, as well as my editor's, so I'm warning you of grammar and spelling mistakes beforehand.

So, apparently ffn will hunt me down and kill me if I don't put a disclaimer on my stories so yeah, you be knowin I ain't no Mashima.