AN: Hello! I figured I should set up one of these as I know I'll be writing some short pieces like this while working on A Misunderstanding. The first request I received was just for some Gajevy, and with the spoilers we got for chapter 485 about Gajeel's worst memory, I wrote this. Feel free to request fics over at my tumblr (LadyAsheofKirkwall) for Gajevy, NaLu, Gruvia, or Jerza!

"You know I'm sorry, right?"

The words spoken quietly drew Levy out of her light sleep, and her eyelids fluttered open.

Gajeel was resting beside her, bare chest flush against her back and she could feel his breath on her skin. She was not sure what he was talking about, and was about to reply when he continued to speak.

"I'm so fucking sorry. For every time I've ever hurt you. For the fears and nightmares and anxiety that followed you after what I did."

He had not seemed to realize she was awake and, closing her eyes again, Levy left it that way though his words were pulling at her heart. Was he still blaming himself for what he did before he joined the guild? She thought she had made it clear she had forgiven him? Was the fact they shared a home -a bed- not enough for him to believe he was forgiven?

"I don't deserve you. I don't deserve your forgiveness or your love. How do you do it?"

Levy felt him brush a strand of her hair behind her ear and press a soft kiss on her head. Something dripped onto her, and she realized he was crying. Her eyes began to water too, and was once again about to speak when he continued.

"How do you make me feel like I'm worth something?"

"Because I love you and I have forgiven you." Levy whispered softly, unable to keep herself from replying. She felt Gajeel tense then wrap his arms around her more tightly.

"You weren't supposed to hear all that."

"I know." Levy replied softly.

"I meant every word of it."

"I know." She turned herself over so their faces were inches apart. "How often do you say that?"

Gajeel's eyes were still watery. "Most every night when I can't sleep, whenever bad memories haunt me."

Levy placed a hand on his cheek. "Gajeel…"

"I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to her lips, then broke down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

Levy sat up in the bed and let his rest his head on her lap, running her hands through his hair until he calmed down and fell asleep. Seeing him so soft and open was rare, and she knew in the morning he would be nearly back to his usual self. Something tonight must have really shaken him up…

Ah… it had happened on this date…