Angst Week Bonus day one: Ever After/Perfect Disaster. My roomie, Meganisnotgraceful, gave me this as an idea. It happened to fit into this category.

I'd say enjoy...but this is angst week.

"Oi," Gajeel cocked a brow at his tiny wife, who was once again doing laundry. He knew he messed his shirts up pretty quick—he did work at a mechanic's shop, his clothes were often goners before lunch. But did he really make this laundry? Surely not. Not enough for her to be doing so much. "Need help?"

His cute, small wife looked up and grinned at him. "Nah, I've got it,"

"Do I really make this much laundry?" He cocked a head at the running washer. Levy smiled.

"Not on your own," She laughed. "You're not the only one in this house!" She stuck her tongue out, a light grin on her face. Gajeel rolled his eyes.

"Just seems like you've been doin' a lot lately." He said leaning against the laundry room door.

She shrugged, folding some laundry on the table between the washer and the dryer. "Laundry builds up fast," Gajeel shrugged, ruffled his wife's hair and went into the living room, wondering if the idiot cops had found the city's latest serial killer. Four dead and no suspects? The actual fuck? With DNA analysis and other new cop bullshit, one would think it'd be easy to find these twisted assholes. But no, they went around killin' for not real reason that Gajeel could figure out. Flipping the TV on, her quickly clicked to a news channel, wondering idly just how much the cops were keeping to themselves. A perky woman who was kind of bad at pretending to be solemn started talking about the four murders—quick kill with a knife, no sexual assault, yada, yada, yada. He knew all this; he wanted to know if they'd caught the bastard yet.

"Magnolia Police are confident that the culprit will be captured in due time," The woman continued. "In the meantime, people are urged to be cautious. This suspect seems to not care who he kills, so long as he kills. Remember, the last victim was a six-foot tall man, which means no one is safe. Please avoid walking alone, and stay with a group of trusted friends. If you must walk alone, people are urged to keep pepper spray or some other repellent of some kind with you. Be cautious; be safe, no one wants another victim." Something in the glitter in her eyes said differently to Gajeel, but he was jaded when it came to reporters. Freakin' leeches.

"I'm going out with the girls tonight," Levy beamed at him. Usually, she stayed holed up in her personal library over the garage, but she always looked so happy when she got to hang out with her friends. Gajeel frowned at the TV.

"Ya sure 'bout that?" He asked gruffly, trying not to make it obvious that something was on his mind. Too bad she knew him better than he knew himself.

"What's wrong?"

"They still haven't caught that psycho," Gajeel said wondering how he could tell her, gently, that he didn't want her going out tonight. Not without him. 'Sides, there was no way Natsu liked the idea of his girl going out with that freak running around either. He had that ammunition.

"Lucy already convinced Natsu," Levy told him sourly. "So don't even think about it. Lu and I can protect each other well enough, and besides, Erza's going. This guy would have to be insane to try and attack us with her around."

He hated that she had a point; Erza was a scary woman and had been known to send gangs running in fear.

Still, those gangs hadn't meant to kill anyone, just mug people and cause trouble.

"Shrimp," He said. "I know ya can, but this guy wants people dead. He ain't right. The last murder was 'round where you guys go to hang out."

"Which is why we're going to Fairy Tail," Levy said, talking about the biggest bar in town—and also the safest. One didn't try to drug a girl in Fairy Tail, they'd find themselves in jail or beaten up by the patrons so fast they wouldn't know which way was up or which was down. Gajeel didn't know how the barmaid, Mirajane, did it, but she'd caught every attempt at a date rape, and routinely rescued patrons from overzealous dates with a skill that left Gajeel both awed and scared.

If, by some chance, something got by the She-Devil, then her husband, Laxus caught it.

One didn't piss off Laxus.

Regular patrons—Macao, Wakaba, and the like helped with the watch too. Fairy Tail was for fun with friends and drink, not for freaky people trying to hurt each other. Gajeel let out a long breath; honestly, there wasn't a safer place in the city besides her being in his arms. And as there was a strict no-men policy on girls' night, he knew he'd never be able to go.

Not unless he wanted to face Erza's wrath.

He shuddered at the thought.

"Just be safe, 'lright?" He asked and she smiled gently at him.

"I'll be fine," She said. "This guy keeps moving to bigger and stronger victims, for once, my size is to my advantage." She had a point; each victim had been larger than the last. Since Levy was the tiniest woman he'd ever met, he supposed she wasn't on the freak's radar.

Still.

"Come back whole," He ordered.

"I will!" She sang as she danced into their room to get ready. Pantherlily, their cat, shot out from the room, jumped on the couch and then gave a slow, lazy stretch, as if he hadn't just run from imaginary demons from hell. He didn't know what was up with his cat, but whenever Levy was changing, he ran from the room as if it was on fire.

"Damn gentlemanly cat," He groused, giving the cat a rough, short pat. Levy left an hour later, and Gajeel, determined to stay awake long enough for her to return, settled onto the couch for some old reruns of Full House.

He lasted an hour before passing out, his cat watching over him, eyes glowing as they reflected the light of the TV.

He awoke to a pain in his chest and furious hiss as his cat darted from his chest and dashed somewhere else in the house.

"Levy?" He called sitting up blinking at the time on the VCR/DVD player. Damn. After two in the morning? Levy didn't usually stay out this late.

"I'll be in in just a sec!" She called back. With a grumble, he poked at his chest. Damn cat had left four shallow scratches on his chest. What had scared him so much? The only thing that had ever gotten his cat startled was when a thunderstorm was coming. Standing up, rubbed his eyes. Pathetic. He couldn't even stay up 'till midnight anymore.

Oh, Natsu'd love that. Just another thing to hold over his head. Damn bastard. He headed to the garage, where Levy had called out from. What was she doing? Had she gotten the garage door stuck?

Again?

"Levy," Gajeel said again, opening the garage door.

And froze as a knife flew a bare inch from his face.

His wife, his tiny, petite, sweet wife, was splattered with blood and had a such an evil look in her eye that Gajeel almost didn't recognize her. He recognized a limp, blonde figure that lied at his wife's feet.

"You've seen too much," Levy hissed.

There was a sharp, cold pain in his chest, and all went black.

So much for his Ever After.

This is short and sorta crappy, but this is just the tip of the iceberg my friends. From here on out, things just get worse. Characters shall suffer, blood shall be split, and spirits shall be broken.

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May Day indeed.