Fluffy little drabble about the morning after Gajeel and Levy get married, inspired by a prompt sent to me by Forevertableflip

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Gajevy: Like A Dream

When the sunlight decided to wake him by peeking it's unwelcome light under the curtain, Gajeel's first reaction was to grumble under his breath, and throw an arm up over his eyes, hoping to steal an hour or two more of rest. It was only once he'd become comfortable again, that Gajeel's mind consciously noted the gentle breathing that was coming from beside him, closely followed by the scent.

Slowly, red eyes opened and – After sparing a moment to glare at the light that had interrupted his rest – looked to the other side of the bed. Levy's knees were pulled in to her chest, making her seem even smaller than she already was, and her blue hair was splayed on the pillow behind her. A book was lying open by her side, and Gajeel wasn't sure whether he wanted to roll his eyes, or chuckle at that.

But then, she shifted and, though the sheet slipped to reveal her bare back, Gajeel's eyes were drawn to the hand that she'd brought up to clutch at her arm, to the thin, golden band that was wrapped around her finger.

It was such a simple thing really, but, suddenly, the Dragon Slayer felt as if there was a wad of iron stuck in his throat, and an involuntary smile found its way to his mouth.

Years ago, if anybody had told him he'd willingly join Fairy Tail, that he would end up falling for one of it's members, and eventually ask her to bind herself to him, that he would choose to have the Salamander as his best man… They probably wouldn't have walked away, since the Gajeel of then would have pummelled anyone who even dared to try and talk to him.

And yet, somehow, inexplicably, that was exactly what had happened, and, even with Levy – Fucking hell. His Wife. That was going to take some getting used to – asleep beside him, Gajeel just couldn't fathom how this could possibly be his reality.

Amongst all that he'd done, everyone he'd hurt, all the mistakes he made along the way … How was it that this shrimp had managed to slip through all the barriers he'd made to keep people the hell away, how was it that she'd found a place so deep in his heart that he couldn't bear to even begin to imagine life without her?

They were the same thoughts that had been running through his mind for the last twenty four hours – How. Why. What? – But, slowly, he was starting to realise, the answer didn't really matter, because, no matter how illogical it seemed, the fact was Levy had said yes – Yes, to letting him love her. Yes, to loving him in return. And yes, to being his … For as long as they both lived.

Suddenly, Gajeel was glad that Lily had decided to stay with Happy for the night. The Exceed would have surely mocked him for the sappy expression he could feel his face had softened into. He wanted to scoff at himself.

Instead, he shifted to his side so he could brush the hair away from the back of Levy's neck, and ducked down so he could press a kiss to her guild mark. He froze at the soft giggle that Levy gave the second his lips met her skin though, and frowned as she turned around, her brown eyes bright with amusement as she looked up at him.

"You were meant to be asleep," Gajeel muttered, scowling as he made a point to ignore the warmth he could feel spreading across his cheeks.

"As are you," Levy pointed out, her arm draping over Gajeel's waist, as she shimmied closer and buried her head in his chest. "So, go back to sleep," she breathed, her breath already evening out as she slipped back into semi-consciousness. And then, Gajeel felt her lips curl into a smile as her hand pressed into his back for a moment as she added, "Husband," and he wasn't able to stop himself from grinning at that – At the way that Levy's tongue curled around the word, almost as if she were savouring the feel of it in her mouth.

So, with his back resolutely turned to the window and the rising sun behind it, Gajeel hummed with agreement, and brought a hand up to twine into the hair at the nape of Levy's neck, as he allowed his eyes to drift shut once more. Just before he lost consciousness though, it occurred to him that, maybe, just maybe, he wasn't the only one who was having trouble accepting that this was actually happening. It was a thought that had him tightening the hold he had on Levy as he joined her in dreams.