A/N: As of now I'm branching off with the prompts. I don't really want to do the last two prompts given from the ship week and so I'm calling it quits. I tried though. I shoulda called it quits with yesterday AU (or spent more time on it...) but I didn't.

Chances of daily updates from here on out are... slim. I'll keep writing random ficlets when the mood hits and upload them to this "story". But if you have a prompt (be it one word or maybe a little plot) you can always suggest it to me in a PM/review and I'll maybe write it.

Gajeel had worked hard to come off as a big, scary dragon slayer, well... sort of. His permanent glare added with his rather evil laughter did all the real work, but he'd still had to put some effort in. Glowering at anyone who bothered him when he didn't want to be bothered – which was all the time – and brawling with anyone who didn't care – which was mainly Natsu – but all his hard work was going to waste because of one mage.

Said mage was currently curled in his lap with her head resting against his chest and her blue hair that smelled distinctly like citrus teasing his nose. She had her own nose buried in a book and was completely oblivious to the stares from the guild, Gajeel wished he could say the same, but he was painstakingly aware of every pair of eyes on them. And the whispers.

"I told you they were together."

"D'ya think somethings going on?"

"How long until the wedding?"

"I can't believe Levy tamed that beast."

"She's too good for him."

He scowled and picked at the table with one of his nails, trying to tune them all out. What did it matter what they thought? He was Gajeel. A dragon slayer. The best dragon slayer. Their opinions didn't matter.

"Your face will freeze like that," Levy said, drawing Gajeel out of his thoughts. He frowned down at her, but she didn't even look up from her book.

"I've been meaning ta ask. Why are you sitting here?"

She glanced up from her book long enough to flash him a smile and he wished his heart wouldn't skip like that. She could probably hear it with her ear so close to his chest.

"I wanted to read."

He waited for her to elaborate and when she didn't he grumbled, "And you just had to do it on my lap?"

She shrugged and turned the page, clearly not paying close attention to their conversation. "The library is too far away and these seats aren't comfortable at all."

"Why me?"

She flashed another grin up at him and rubbed her cheek against his chest. "Because I knew you'd be the best."

He thought about letting it drop there. She was up to something and if he was smart he wouldn't get roped in, but Gajeel had never claimed to be smart and this girl made him oh so curious.

"The best what?" he finally asked, positive he didn't want the answer.

"The best at cuddling of course."

He sputtered, eyes narrowing in a glare. "I don't cuddle, Shorty."

"Oh? Then what would you call this?"

"I call this you forcing your way into my lap and makin' yourself at home."

She rolled her eyes up at him and sighed. "Then why haven't you forced me off yet?"

Why indeed.

Gajeel could probably come up with a million reasons as to why he hadn't pushed Levy to the ground, but there was only one truth and he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her that, not with the whole guild listening.

"You're a girl."

"Yes, I am. Congratulations on your observational skills."

He scowled again, but it wasn't like she was looking at him so it was a pointless expression.

"I mean you're fragile."

She huffed and snapped her book shut, shifting a bit so that she could face Gajeel. The position put her back against the table and her knees on either side of Gajeel's waist and he tried (and failed) to not notice how she fit so perfectly right there. There were a few whistles which he silenced with a glare, but that didn't change the fact that the entire guild seemed to be watching (and listening) to them.

"I'm not fragile," Levy snapped, glaring at him. Or at least trying to glare at him. She looked more like a kitten trying to be a lion, making Gajeel snort.

"Really?"

"Of course I'm not. For one, I'm a mage of Fairy Tail and everyone here is strong some way or another." Gajeel snorted again and Levy smacked his chest. "And if you say I'm fragile that means you're admitting defeat."

That wiped the smirk from his face. "What?"

"You were the one who said he was going to make me big. Are you saying that you failed?"

"Of course not!"

"So that means I'm not fragile?"

"You're-" He snapped his mouth shut and glared at the smug little mage. "You're cunning."

"And you're the best cuddler." As if to prove her point she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pressed up against his body. He could feel her nose against his neck and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to fight the urge to pick her up and carry her home when her scent enveloped him.

"This ain't cuddling," he ground out and she pulled back far enough to stare up at him.

"Oh? Then what is it?"

He lowered his head, brushing his nose against hers and gently biting the tip of her ear. She yelped and he knew her cheeks must've been flaming in that way he loved.

"Seducing," he purred against her ear, and then he leaned back, flashing his fangs in a grin. She smacked a hand over her ear and sure enough her cheeks were flaming a bright red.

"If you want cuddlin' why don't we go somewhere more..." He glanced around the room at their guildmates watching with rapt attention. "Private?"

He smirked when she quickly slid off his lap only to grab his hand and yank him off the bench. He nearly wound up sprawled on the floor, but he managed to get his feet under him just in time. She strode from the guild, her cheeks turning darker with every catcall and whistle thrown their way. Gajeel felt his smirk grow and sped up to walk beside her.

"You're an awful person, Gajeel Redfox," Levy snapped, glaring up at him. Although there was no anger in it, the heat in her eyes was a different kind.

"Aye, and yet ya still love me for some insane reason."

She huffed, a small smile playing at her lips as her cheeks finally started to lose some of their blush.

"It's all because of the cuddling."

It was his turn to blush, although only his ears turned a darker red. "You promised not to tell anyone about that," he muttered. It wasn't that he was ashamed of their cuddling, there was no way anyone could feel ashamed when they had a woman like Levy in their arms, but he did have a bit of a reputation. Although the more time he spent with Levy the less that reputation seemed to matter to the people around him.

"I didn't tell them anything," she said, smirking. "It's been obvious from the start."

He snorted and she squeezed his hand, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"We still gonna cuddle?"

He grinned again. "After we do some other things."

She laughed then, her lips turning up in a smirk to rival his own. "I can live with that."