Prompt: You're the one person who can do my elaborate stage makeup so every night you spend half an hour in close proximity to my face and I am distressed AU

Ship: Gajevy

AN: I like this one, it's cute :3

Gajeel grunted. He didn't know how Juvia dragged him into this damn theater production, but it was going to be the end of him. The worst part, though, wasn't that he had to hang out with a squad of thespians, but that Juvia put him in charge of makeup. Makeup. Sure, he had great artistic abilities, but makeup? He was seriously considering murdering his best friend.

"Excuse me." A small voice said from behind Gajeel as he grumbly sat in one of the chairs backstage, sketching designs for the God-forsaken lead character the 7th time that day.

"What?" He bared, not turning around.

"Juvia sent me to get the new sketch." The small voice replied. It was definitely female, Gajeel could tell. Time to raise hell. He slammed his pencil down. turned around on his stool. He gave a piercing gaze to the teenager he was presented with. And immediately regretted it. She was short with blue hair and and thing white headband. She rocked a black Metallica muscle tee and orange shorts. She raised a brow, studying his oddly pierced face.

"It ain't done yet, Shrimp." Gajeel snapped. The girl crossed her arms across her small bust.

"Deadlines are deadlines, punk." She spat the last word. He rolled his eyes, turning back around.

"5 more minutes." He grumbled, returning to his sketch. She leaned against the table.

"Fine, but I'm waiting."

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11 Days Later

"GAJEEL!" Juvia called. "GAJEEL!" The tall teen stalked over to her. "You need to start on this makeup' She shoved a paper into his hand. He peered down at it.

"I sketched it, I showed the team how to do it. Never touching makeup again." He tried to give the paper back. Juvia growled.

"Gajeel Redfox, you will go do this makeup on Levy or so help you God." Gajeel nodded quickly, scared, and ran backstage. The small girl, Shrimp, from the other day sat in a chair by the mirror, makeup surrounding her. She looked terrified.

"Oi, Shrimp." He said, walking up behind her. She jerked her head around. She was in half her costume already, at least the top part. But on her legs were dance shorts, to wear under the skirt. Gajeel tried not to look at her legs.

"Are you doing my makeup? We don't have much time, I still need to practice."

"It'll take a few minutes, so practice while I work. Just don't move your face too much." He picked up a brush and began his work. Nearly half an hour later, he was finished. Levy had gotten bored of saying her lines and was trying to relieve her stress by going on a wild, quiet rant on the inefficiency of pennies. Multiple times, her face went red and she'd shutter as his fingers brushed her skin.

"Done?" She asked as he stepped back.

"Yeah." He smirked. "I think it looks fairly accurate, too." He held the sketch up next to her face, glanced between the two. "Except the sketch isn't as attractive as you." Levy blushed.

"Shut up. I need to get ready, curtain is soon." She stood up abruptly, running towards the changing rooms. Gajeel stared at her ass.

"Break a leg, Shrimp!" He called.