A/N: Hi all, this is my newest story to my collection and it's honestly just a cute little love story with Levy and Gajeel (who else?). There will eventually be smut and there's adult language so its rated M for later chapters. I hope you enjoy this little gem that started from me watching Daria of all things? I know, weird. Anywho I hope you guys enjoy this. I would also like to thank a certain reader for giving me a confidence boost which caused me to finally put this story up. So thank you for that. Reviews are appreciated!
Don't own characters***
Enjoy~
Chapter 1
Levy sat quietly as she delved into the world provided by her latest book. Something about a magical world always intrigued her. The waitress next to her coughed, breaking the magic of the words before her.
"Excuse me mam but we are out of the tea you ordered can I get you something else?" she asked.
Levy stared at the empty mug, contemplating what she wanted then looked up at the waitress next to her. "Sure, bring on the coffee," she practically overflowed with the thought of drinking so much caffeine so late in the day.
She liked to really live life on the edge. Besides, the rush caffeine brought her made her head swim and she loved it.
As of late she had attempted to kick the bad habit but since the opportunity was presented, how could she resist?
"Could I also get a sugar cookie?" her sweet tooth was now running the show. The waitress took her order and sauntered away.
It was winter in Magnolia and Levy loved how beautiful the streets looked. Lights adorned each tree and tinsel swirled around the lampposts. Things were okay in her life and she was quite okay with it.
Soon her days would be spent simply writing for children's books. No professors telling her what to do, or guidelines as to how she could dress, or how many tattoos she could get. Honestly, being an adult terrified her anyways. All of her friends were either fancy CEO's or parents working jobs they hated simply so they could get by. Regardless, she was happy living in her own little world. Everyone always told her she would change her mind about kids eventually, she loved kids of course, but in due time.
Lost in her thoughts Levy didn't even realize the waitress had come and went with her order. A snowman shaped cookie sat in front of her. You're almost too cute to eat, she thought taking a bite anyways. A song began to play in the background as Levy's attention was brought to the coffee shop band. She bobbed her head to the classic rock beat and continued on with her novel. While she read she jotted down small ideas that popped into her brain as time ticked by.
Subconsciously she bit at her bottom lip, concentrating on the tale at hand. On occasion her habit got the best of her and before long it would turn into a reddened bloody problem. Without thinking, she grabbed at her purse to pull out her favorite chap stick and applied a coat across her swollen lips.
The song she had been bobbing to come to a stop as a husky, deep voice announced the band's break between sets. Levy's head automatically turned to the voice. Crimson slits met her hazel orbs. A faint unsettling feeling came over her. "Bad News" was a giant stamp that fell across the tall raven-haired man. Levy ignored her feeling and returned to her tale. Once again she was enveloped in her thoughts.
The band played all the while Levy remained at the coffee shop. Glancing at her small watch she realized she had missed her chance to catch the bus. Crap she thought as she gathered the notes she'd taken and her book bag.
"Looks like I am walking home," she spoke allowed as she made her way to the doors.
The long walk home seemed to go by quicker as she held the notebook close and absentmindedly hummed to the song that wouldn't seem to cease in her head.
Gajeel hooked up his guitar and strummed a few notes to check the sound. His band had finally started to take off. His college career seemed to be a bust as most of the people he knew were just graduating, but he just couldn't understand the point of it all. All he wanted was to play and create music. One day he decided that was what would be. He tried other things but nothing else seemed to make sense.
He just wanted to something he loved, so he did it. Taking is usual bad boy look; he had developed the attitude to match.
As his band continued to set up, a woman with blue locks caught his attention. She seemed… what was the word he was looking for? Put together was a good choice, but that wasn't it. She was edgy looking with her blue hair and oversized sweater that hung delicately off her small frame. Her red glasses hung down low on her petite nose. She seemed like she had her life together, someone who would never go for a guy so…not put together. Gajeel couldn't help but stare at the bluenette; she was different than the typical office types that flew in and out of the coffee shop. They were like trolls or robots, and she was a fairy amongst them. It was abnormal yet a welcoming concept in Gajeel's mind.
A few minutes had passed by when finally Gajeel summoned his vocal cords to do what they did best. The lyrics flowed freely like liquid. Something that always came naturally was his ability to write songs. He watched the bluenette while he sang.
The way she bit her lip while lost in her thoughts. Alas she just looked too sweet. She probably was not his type in the least.
After finishing the last song of the first set he looked up from the mic to announce the break between the band's sets.
"All right everyone we're gonna take a quick break," he said as his eyes met "Too Sweet's" hazel orbs. The world seemed to melt away. For a split second he allowed his mind to wander in those eyes. He noticed the somewhat perplexed look she returned that remolded world together again, snapping him from his trance.
During his break he couldn't seem to get those hazel eyes from his mind. He sipped his coffee allowing the hot liquid to give him the familiar burn that he always thought he deserved. Gajeel relished in the bitterness of it that reminded him so much of reality.
For the second set he tried his best not to let his mind wander and focus on the lyrical exchange he was presenting. Before too long he watched the bluenette get up from her seat, gather her things, and walk out the door.
I wonder if I will see you again miss Too Sweet? He thought as he finished up their last song of the night.
Levy twisted her blue locks into a bun while she sat at her desk facing window overlooking the city streets. Somehow looking out into the city through her apartment window seemed to always inspire her. However all she could picture was the bad boy from the other night.
Instead of grabbing her usual fresh piece of paper, she reached for her note pad she used at the coffee shop. As she skimmed her notes and came across the words "Red eyes" these words triggered an onslaught of typing. Her fingers worked quickly over the keys of her laptop.
After a short while he had a few pages to her new story. A dragon tamed by a princess with a warm heart was the topic of her new story. The world wanted to slay the dragon that had pillaged the town, but the princess looked into the crimson eyes and tamed the dragon. Showing him the kindness and understanding he had yet to ever receive. A sigh of relief escaped her as she hit the save button on her document.
Well what to do now… her mind wandered to the possibility of her seeing him again if she were to go to the coffee shop. Her heart fluttered at the thought but her conscience stopped the fluttering. Levy made her way to her closet attempting to get herself ready and presentable for society. As she stood in front of the mirror she smiled at the reflection. She studied her tattoos and blue hair, giving her a slightly edgy look.
Maybe I will get a few piercings next she thought to herself.
After applying some makeup she tackled the stack of mail that had collected on the counter. Her eyes glimpsed over bill after bill. Wow who knew adulting would be so hard…I'm going to have to get a job until they can publish my books. With that thought in mind she grabbed her keys and slipped out of her apartment to job-hunt.
Levy found herself entering the coffee house once more and made her way towards the counter to get one of the barista's attention.
"Um excuse me, but I was wondering if there were any jobs available here?" she asked.
The barista thought for a second, "No sorry…wait actually we are looking for some more entertainment to bring in business."
Levy blinked. "I can't sing…thanks for your time," she grumbled.
The waitress caught Levy's shoulder before she turned. "Wait, we have a piano can you play?" she asked.
The dreaded piano lessons that plagued the bluenette's younger bubbled to the forefront of her mind. "Yeah I guess. It's been a while so sorry if I suck," she gave the waitress a humbled smile as she was pulled along to an old dusty looking piano.
"Well try it out and if you suck then just leave and never come back. If you're good then stay and play until the next entertainment arrives. Pays twenty bucks a day not including tips," the barista added.
Before Levy could respond, the barista went back to serving customers. Levy cracked her knuckles and attempted to remember the songs she was unwillingly taught. She ran her finger eloquently across the keys. Keeping pace with her foot as she tapped what floor she could reach, the bluenette began to play.
Customers began to lend an ear, listening to Levy attempt the songs she could remember. The waitress stopped by to let Levy know she was hired and the she played on without noticing the world around her, for she was engrossed In the melody that was consuming her mind.
She began to realize how realizing playing was without someone scolding her for going too fast or hitting the wrong keys. Amazing, she thought before being interrupted by a hand on her shoulder causing her to hit the wrong key, and snapping her from the trance. A scowl came over her petite features to face the hand that stopped her.
"That was brilliant, but the entertainment is here for the rest of the night, you've been playing for a few hours. But you are hired. Be here tomorrow at three," the barista said before bouncing off.
A smile replaced the scowl from the good news. She noticed Mr. Bad News was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop. He gave her an almost wicked half smile. Heat flushed her face, and she made an attempt to hide the blush. Grabbing her bag and phone she made a b-line to leave the coffee shop.
The winter chill felt welcome on Levy's hot skin. I'm not going to ever take that back, but thankfully I have some income now, she thought as she made her way to meet with her publishing consultant. Never a dull moment did Levy spend with the woman who was more than willing to get her started in the world of authors. The bluenette cringed before entering the chaos of the publisher's office.
"Levy! Darling! Please take a seat! I will be right with you!" the white hair woman called while she bustled about chatting into multiple devices. After being seated for a bit Mirajane was finally able to discuss Levy's latest work.
"This is good Lev. Great, in fact. We can have this story on the shelves within the next month. I think a thousand copies to start off will be perfect then we'll see what happens from there," she chirped and smiled from the new deal being struck. "Your advance will only be about five grand until we actually get the books put in more stores."
Levy's eyes widened from Mira's words. She nodded before speaking. "Of course," she smiled. Holy shit was all Levy could think as she walked out with money in her account and bills she could now afford.
Gajeel wasted his day away sleeping on his band-mate's couch. The sound of his phone's alarm woke him from his deep slumber. Thoughts from his encounter with "Too Sweet" harassed his dreams. He made his way shuffling to the shower; sleep still firmly grasping onto his body. Gajeel let out a sigh after turning the shower on, realizing it wasn't going to get any hotter than freezing cold. What is hot water anyways? Or even warm water? His sarcasm was seeping from his pores as he took his short shower.
After dressing in his usual black tee shirt and dark denim pants, a shout from upstairs signaled that he was going to be late. "Give me a sec!" he yelled back. Keys…keys…ah keys! Phone? Phone. Shit can't forget my guitar! Once his mental list was checked off Gajeel made his way outside to where his car awaited.
A sweet melodic tune pierced Gajeel's ears as he walked the short distance from his car to the coffee shop. Piano? His mind questioned the sound his ears were witnessing. He and his band-mates made their way to the counter where the barista stood.
"New blood?" Gajeel asked the bouncing waitress. She nodded in confirmation, and returned to the slew of customers. They made their way to a back corner and listened to the bluenette play on. Gajeel watched Too Sweet lose herself in the piano as her fingers danced across the keys. Holy shit ran through his mind. The blue haired girl swayed her head, lulling between her shoulders as her foot tapped on the floor keeping time.
The tune switched to build up into the song's climax. Gajeel felt a wave of delight crawl over his body encasing him in her beautiful melody. She was indeed sweet.
His mind free fell into reality as the bluenette was interrupted by the waitress whom he now scowled at with hatred.
Gajeel managed to meet her hazel eyes again, and cracked his signature wicked smile towards the bluenette. But before he could congratulate her, or blink for that matter, she had vanished.
His band grabbed their instruments and turned to face the crowd that had gathered.
How the hell am I supposed to compete with that? He questioned himself as his fingers began to strum his guitar. Before too long the crowd began to dissipate back into their laptops and distractions-released from the bluenette's bewitchment.
Gajeel's thoughts still buzzed with her sweet melody as he strummed out his own tune. He noticed the lack of attention his band received as people came and went. Who knew someone so small could have such a powerful presence? This was only one of the questions that popped into Gajeel's thought process as his band finished their last set for the night.
After packing up their instruments, Gajeel wished his friends farewell deciding to take a walk in the brisk winter air. The blue haired girl swarmed his conscious mind. Despite how many times he attempted to banish her, she made her way back in. An unusual calmness seemed to overcome him as he made his way back to his car.
Gajeel welcomed the repose from his usually chaotic and overactive psyche. Sure he was calm on the outside, however on the inside he was a constant beast that could hardly be tamed.
That does it! I have to speak with this woman! He slammed a fist onto his steering wheel, before making his way back to the couch he called home.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! Reviews are appreciated! Kay bye! ^_^
P.S: I know Gajeel is calling her by a different nickname, that will eventually change but for now she's Too Sweet
