Notes

Okay guys, so this is a nice fluffy piece for Gejevy, who are, by the way, the cutest couple in all of literature (I might be just a little biased). This is an AU. Sort of. I really just made a couple of changes. Like, after Tartarus, the guild doesn't actually break up, because I am still in denial, I guess. This story takes place two years after the end of the Tartarus arc. The guild has been sort of peaceful, so everyone's guards are down and it is time for romance. Hope you enjoy it, my lovelies! :)

"…on, Levy; let's go!" Levy peeled her eyes from her book reluctantly as voices filtered through. She glanced up to see Lucy and Cana hovering over her with their hands on their hips and exasperated looks on their faces.

"What?" She asked. She had been caught up in her reading. She was researching shapeshifting, something that she's had on her mind since a fight with a band of six mages who could all shapeshift into another creature. Given their level of magic power, as well as the other magic that they used, the shapeshifting itself didn't seem to take that much power to accomplish, and, according to her research, it really didn't. There was one book in particular that she kept coming back to. This book had a spell in it that could give a mage the power to shapeshift at will with little to no expenditure of magic power after the first transformation, but the text was vague as to whether there were any side-effects.

Lucy snapped her fingers in Levy's face, making the small script mage focus again. "That's it, bookworm," She said sternly. "You have been sitting at that table for three days; we've had to keep reminding you to do things like eat, drink, and get up to go to the bathroom. You haven't slept, as far as we know." Levy tried to count backwards; surely it hadn't been that long… "This is an intervention, Lev." She said, pulling the girl up by the arm and dragging her away. Levy managed to grab the closest book—the one with the spell in it—as she was marched off. A band of other girls followed eagerly, grinning, as she was led to the backroom of the guild hall, where all of the liquor was stored. Mirajane shut the door behind them and grinned evilly as she switched on the light.

The group consisted of Levy, Lucy, Cana and Mirajane, of course, along with Lisanna, Erza and Evergreen. "W-what are you guys doing?" Levy stuttered, suddenly fearing what was about to happen. Terror shot through her as they all pulled bottles of alcohol off the shelves and sat in a circle on the floor. Mira pulled some shotglasses off a top shelf and passed them around.

"We," Cana said as she chugged down a mug full of beer, "Are getting you drunk, little blue." Her voice was filled with dark glee at the script mage's horrified face. "You need to unwind, girl! Have some fun. We need a girl's night."

That was easy for her to say; the brunette was already drunk, always drunk, and Levy…the last time Levy had been drunk had also been at Cana's doing, when she was 17, and she vaguely remembered a bar fight, and crying as Jet and Droy held her, and then she woke up in a storage closet half-dressed smelling like vodka and crushed dreams. She didn't want to repeat that.

"Don't worry, Levy," Erza said. "I will not allow a comrade to fall on my watch, even to the effects of these delicious drinks." Levy turned. She knew that Erza was even more of a lightweight than her; the knight was already looking flushed, sipping a strawberry daiquiri.

"Seriously, Lev," Lucy said beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Just one game of 'Never Have I Ever'?" Cheers rang out, and Levy sighed giving in.

"Just one game," She conceded.

Three Hours Later…

Levy giggled into her empty martini glass. "Show ush the thing." Lucy slurred, throwing a maraschino cherry at her friend's face. Levy laughed and batted the cherry away, instead reaching for the one at the bottom of what was once her cherry cosmo. "Do the thing! Do the thing!" came the drunken commands of her peers.

Levy popped the cherry, stem and all, into her mouth, a look of pure concentration on her face. Everyone's eyes were on her, watching for the big trick. It took her almost three minutes in her state, but finally, with a look of pure triumph, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue with a mangled "Tada!" There on her tongue sat the stem in a perfect knot, and the girls cackled and clapped. Levy stood on shaky feet and clumsily bowed, sitting back down hard as her head swam with the motion.

"I bet a shertain dragon shlayer loves that little trick 'a yours," Lucy said, giving the mage a wink.

The other girls giggled as Levy blushed. "I—You—I don't—we aren't like that, Lu-Lu." She said finally. "Just friends, for now. I mean, just friends. We're just…friends."

Mira leaned forward and put her hands on Levy's knees. "Come on, Levy, we know you two loooove each other," she purred, sounding a lot like Happy. "Tell us all about that kiss."

Levy opened her mouth in shock. She hadn't even told Lucy about that; how did Mira know? "How do you…"

Lucy gasped and turned Levy to look at her, hands pressed into her shoulders. "Kish? And I didn't know? I'm dish…disss…disappointed." She managed to get out.

Levy put her head in her hands as they all crowded around her, begging for details. "Okay! Okay!" She knew Gajeel was going to kill her for this, but something about the alcohol and Mira's glare meant she was not going to get out of this one. "The other night, after the Fantasia Parade," She started, amidst ooh's and ah's from her guildmates, "Well, the fireworks, and the music, and the adrenaline, and he, and I…" she blushed just remembering it. "We talked." They had, about everything they'd been through together, from Phantom Lord all the way up to now, all of the missions they'd gone on together, training together for years, growing closer and closer. "And then we were kissing." She waved her hand and smiled with a far-off look in her eyes.

"Oh, nuh-uh, girly. Spill. Is his tongue pierced?" Cana said, pouncing on the tiny mage and hugging her from behind, tickling her ribs.

Levy laughed so hard she cried as she tried to wriggle free from her grasp. "Yes!" She finally gasped, and Cana halted her assault.

"And?" Levy gave her a look. "And what did it feel like?" She let out an exasperated sigh.

"Wonderful," Levy murmured before she could stop herself, then slapped a hand over her mouth. Cana giggled.

"You know, I've always wanted to know; Is his dick pierced?" Levy had been taking a sip of Erza's daquiri, safe since the woman had passed out an hour ago, and sputtered, coughing up the red liquid.

"W-what?! C-c-Cana! We only kissed!" She yelled loudly. But the card mage only laughed.

"You can't tell me, little blue, that you haven't thought about it."

Levy's blush deepened as her mind instantly went back to the hot dreams she'd been having recently, the ones where Gajeel shows up at her house in the middle of the night, looking all sexy and broody and throwing himself at her as soon as she opens the door, or that one where she showers at his place after training and he decides to join her. "I—that is-that's—Cana." Levy whined, knowing she was giving away too much, but they didn't push it.

"I think it's time for a round of shots roulette!" Lisanna shouted over the constant hum of giggling, drunk mages. Levy sighed in relief and shoved her shot glass forward.

Shots roulette, of course, as it always did at these parties they threw, turned into everyone just taking shot after shot after shot and betting on who would pass out first. Lucy went first, then Lisanna. Evergreen and Mira were head to head for a bit, until they started chugging a bottle of vodka each. They were out like lights. Cana of course barely seemed phased by the amount of alcohol she had consumed. And Levy was so drunk she was ignoring just how drunk she was. She assumed it was safe, since they were locked into this room, and hadn't had anyone barge in to interrupt them yet, despite the noise they must have been making. But she knew it would be pointless to battle it out with Cana, so she forfeited the match and fell back to lay on the floor. She pulled her book to her and tried to read, but the words kept swimming off the page, making her a little sick.

She was still going back to that one page, with the spell. She had done as much textual research as she possibly could. She needed to do a little experimental research. Not now, but when she was less inebriated, clearer-headed, she would try the spell. A cat, she thought. I would make a great cat. She nodded off to sleep, curled around the book. She didn't notice her lips mouthing the words to the spell, or the huge drain of energy as she fell into a dark, dreamless, drunken sleep.