Blanket/I Love You
Characters: Gajeel/Levy
Genre: Romance, K+
Note: They were supposed to be headcanons for the Gajevy Week, but somehow the second one turned out as a shortfic so I decided to post them here as well.
I. Blanket
Gajeel had this blanket he loved and hated at the same time.
He got it borrowed from Levy during a mission where the night got unexpectedly cold and his pride was overcome by the feeling of his ass freezing. He was secretly wishing they could just share hers, but the script mage had a spare one which she promptly handed to him when she noticed he was shivering.
It was an old, ragged piece of cloth that made his skin itchy, way too fuzzy for his taste and so small it barely covered his feet. In addition to all of that, it was also Lily's favorite sleeping spot, so it was always covered with cat fur. There was nothing to be liked about that blanket.
Except for the fact it smelled just like Levy. And he wouldn't trade that damn thing for anything else in this world.
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II. I Love You
He could eat an entire boar, he could defeat five enemies at once, he could climb a mountain in half a day, but he couldn't bring himself to say those three simple words to her.
Gajeel was not stupid, he knew quite well he had feelings for her. But words, damn, they were her specialty – even her magic was revolved around them –, not his. He had spent most of his life alone, not talking to a single human being, and words usually didn't come easy to him.
That's why the lyrics of his songs were basically consisted of onomatopoeia.
Still, the Dragon Slayer thought she would never settle with acts of love only. Levy would never admit she was waiting for a confession, but he knew her better than anyone else and he always noticed how she sighed passionately when she was reading some romantic scene in a book.
His inability to express himself verbally was eating him from the insides, but no matter how hard he tried, the words never seemed to come out.
Until the day he got home after a long, tiresome mission, longing for nothing but a shower and a comfy bed. He opened the door only to find Levy in one of his shirts, sleeping peacefully in the living room couch.
Gajeel tiptoed towards the kitchen, where he found a note in the fridge stating there was some leftovers for him inside the oven. When he opened it, there was a plate filled with pieces of chicken adorned with some screws on top. He looked closely and noticed that the scraps of metal were arranged to look like Lily's face.
The whole composition was so dorky and poorly executed, honestly, but he couldn't stop smirking. After finishing with the meal, he headed to the living room again, taking her in his arms bridal style and carrying her to the bedroom.
He didn't even realize it when the words escaped from his lips, then.
"Damn it, Shortie, I love you so much."