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Levy was sat in her office, working on an urgent translation job that had come through an hour before. It was a very rare language, one that she had only seen once before, and it was taking all of her knowledge to translate it. The first time she had saw it, it was a poem, and this one was a book on magic that Laxus had found in a ghost town. Makarov had given it to her immediately, knowing that she would be the best person in the country to go to. Even though the job wasn't paid, Levy was determined to finish it as soon as possible, anything to slightly pay back everything the old man had done for her. Gajeel was sat at the other end of the office, strumming occasionally on his guitar as he wrote another song. It never really minded Levy, living in a guild as lively as Fairy Tail had taught her how to do work in even the loudest of conditions.

"In a dress of light, she approached me

I remember it like it was yesterday

I was so young, felt embarrassed

But I've never regretted it"

Gajeel's voice crossed the void between them and entered her head. Levy faltered a second, struggling on a word which evaded her. How could she block out brawls in the guild in which she sat in the middle, but not the soft voice of the man who sat across the room from her? It was barely a whisper, as Gajeel tried to figure out the cadence of the words and the way it fitted into the chords he had written down. He always sang so loud, but Levy much preferred the soft voice he used while practicing, or when he sang a lullaby to her. Levy shook her head, trying desperately to focus on the words in front of her. It was on Ssieth magic, something that she really was not up to speed with and it was boring her. Maybe she could ask Bickslow tomorrow…

"She shouted words at my face

Her tongue strewed lust

But I didn't understand her language

I haven't regretted it"

She was pulled out of her thoughts again by that voice. It was a song she had never heard before, not even in Gajeel's murmurings that he didn't know he emitted when he was thinking of his next "hit" as he liked to call it. He wrote an awful lot of songs, even though less than a quarter of them were ever performed. Levy always admired his and Lucy's ability to write. It always surprised people that, despite her magic, Levy couldn't write to save her life. Non-fiction, sure, but when she tried her hand at anything creative her brain just turned to mush. She shook her head again, desperate to work on the book in front of her. It was talking about extracting souls from the air to place into dead bodies, allowing them to rise from the ground and obey their master. It was practically necromancy, and Levy wondered if Bickslow knew that kind of magic. Maybe he had more knowledge than everyone thought… She flicked through a few pages, translating quickly until she found a new chapter that caused her to learn new words. She pulled the encyclopedia back from the shelf where she had put it a few minutes before, before cracking back on with the first paragraph.

"Oh no, nothing at all

Oh no, I don't regret anything

When I touch her skin

Springtime bleeds in Crocus"

The voice shattered her concentration again, and she pushed the books away from her. There was no point trying to work anymore with Gajeel singing such an intriguing song so close to her. The song seemed to strike a chord in her heart, and she knew instinctually that he was writing it about her. He had written plenty of love songs before, but there had never been one written directly about her. She span around in her chair, moving as quietly as possible so he didn't realise that she was watching him, and luckily he was too engrossed in his work to even acknowledge her. He looked so peaceful as he wrote, the only activity when he was more relaxed than this was when he was sleeping. He had a pencil stuck behind his ear, and occasionally he grabbed it and scribbled it around on the paper before returning it to its place. He was hunched over, guitar on his lap and being held in place with his chest, and the piece of paper with his writing on resting on the floor. Levy rested her head on her crossed arms and listened as Gajeel's voice filled the room yet again.

"I didn't know my body

Dreaded so the sight

She showed it to me in the light

I've never regretted it"

Levy stood up and softly padded over to where the Dragon Slayer sat, wincing when she heard the floorboards creak underneath her. She paused for a second, expecting Gajeel to look up and find her, but he was concentrating so hard that he didn't react at all. Levy carried on until she was stood less than 30cm away from him, before slowly lowering herself until she was lay on her stomach, resting her head on her hands and her elbows on the floor. She looked over at Gajeel's paper, covered in his scrawled writing in Draconic, almost bad enough that even Levy couldn't decrypt it.

"A whisper fell to my lap

and made a marvellous sound

Talked a lot, said nothing

and felt good"

Gajeel finally sat back and closed his eyes, please with the progress he had made with his latest song. It was a song for Levy, as a song about them. He couldn't wait to perform it to her for the first time, couldn't wait to find the perfect time to show it to her. It would need to be sunset, the sun just lowering over the horizon in their favourite place, under the big tree on the hill. He would sit her down, pull out his guitar and serenade her. She would love it, and fall in love with him all over again.

"That was lovely, Gajeel!"

His eyes shot open, and he saw his shrimp lay down in front of him, brown eyes staring up at him and her feet kicked in the air. Or, you know, she could sneak up and just listen to it while he was writing it. That was good too.

A/N - The song is "Frühling in Paris" by Rammstein, translated into English and the lyrics changed slightly.

This is the penultimate prompt, see you guys tomorrow for the last prompt of Gajevy Week 2016!