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A new story C: The theme is LOLS NOT ISSUES. I have some silly things sort-of planned C: so please read along~ Smaller chapters will theoretically mean quick updates, so everyone please support this story from the start~

I will be using every word under the English sun for madoushi. Wizard, witch, sorcerer, conjurer, sorceress, magician, I like mage LESS but I'll use it, arcana, etc, etc, etc. Whatever works.

So huzzah~! Please R&R, and all that jazz. I own nothing at all C:

Storybook Romance

Prologue

Levy approached Jellal and Erza with a thick wad of pages tucked under her arm.

The two powerful wizards were sitting harmlessly enough by themselves at a table, largely undisturbed. Erza was armourless, in her sleeveless blouse and pleated blue skirt, red hair falling precariously close to her favourite food. Jellal, having rediscovered his passion for hooded jackets, seemed content to just sit there, lost in thought or fantasy or whatever it was – Levy didn't know much about the guy, truth be told. She only knew what the rumours told her. And some of them struck her as particularly easy to twist around her pen-holding fingers.

She sat across from them, smiling cheerfully first at Erza – who paused and nodded in acknowledgement – and then at Jellal – who gave her an effortless smile and made it easy to understand why Erza liked him so much in the first place.

"So... guys?" she asked, placing the wad of paper carefully on the wooden tabletop. "Would you be willing to help me with something?"

They glanced at each other, and Erza shrugged, disinterested in anything other than her cake, which meant the decision was all up to him. But Jellal didn't know much about Levy, except that she was the only one besides Lucy that would listen to him dissect the classic literature he seemed to know a lot about, leftovers from a time of educated villainy.

"What is it you need?" he asked, smiling again. It was a different smile from before. This one seemed completely trusting. And interested. Levy marvelled at the expressiveness of it, and almost wondered if she shouldn't do to him what she was about to do.

Almost.

"I really need help with a story," she told him. "And I was wondering if you two would help me write it."

"What type of story is it?" he asked, looking at the pages in front of him. They were all blank, and he leaned his head on his hand as Erza continued with her cake, only vaguely interested.

"Well," she squirmed, blushing, the cutie, "a-actually. It's a romance..."

Erza put her fork down with a clatter and gave Levy the most incredulous look she could with her cheeks full of cheesecake. "Are you serious?" she choked. "About Jellal and I? Really?"

"Well, you two are the only properly established couple I know, really, and um..." She looked away, ducking her head and scratching the back of her head. "I think you guys are strong enough to get through this... you know?"

"Why are you talking like that?" snorted Erza. "Strong enough to get through... How is offering advice about our - um..." She glanced at Jellal, who smirked back, then continued bravely around cake and stutter. "H-How will that be a difficult thing to get through together? We've already been through a lot."

Jellal bit his lip and raised his eyebrows glumly in agreement.

"Well, I'm just saying, that different ideas might cause tension, is all," Levy told her, concern creasing her brow.

"Tension, hm?"

"I doubt a little more would hurt," Jellal mused, angling his face on his hand to look at the pretty knight. "We're pretty good at this make-up stuff by now. What do you say?"

Erza frowned for a bit, licking cheesecake and strawberry remnants from the inside of her cheek and thinking. She broke into a spirited grin a little while later, crossing her arms and leaning towards the younger girl, shoulder to shoulder with Jellal.

"You know, Levy? Whatever you've got – sign us up. We'll help you out."

They had only moments to realise their mistake before they felt their features warp and, under the crazed, excited gaze of Levy McGarden, were sucked spiralling, twisting, spinning into the script sorcerer's paper world.

Excited?

Everyone should watch Community :D

No really.

I'm serious.