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Gajevyweek2020, Day 3: Trials
Levy came back into their bedroom only to find Gajeel lying on the bed, his back turned towards her. It wasn’t the first time Gajeel woke up late in the night because of a nightmare.
But this particular nightmare worked him up a lot, since their fight against Bloodman.
It was the memory of their first encounter.
She knew that he wasn’t back asleep and put the glass of water she retrieved from the kitchen on the nightstand, on her side of the bed, and climbed into bed right next to him.
Gajeel felt her lying right behind him and got startled when he felt her wrapping her arms around his torso, tightly pressing herself onto his back. Out of instinct he put his hand on top of hers, feeling the comfort of the person he loves more than anything in this world.
“Life puts us through a lot of trials” Levy started after a while, breaking the silence. “Fate made us meet –“
“Fucked up fate if ya ask me, putting you through all that pain that I caused …” Gajeel interrupted her bitterly, squeezing her hand.
Levy sighed and tightened her hug. “It was one of the many trials we had to go through … from our first meeting until now … nothing starts easy, but after everything that we went through, our bond started to develop and eventually became stronger and stronger.”
She felt Gajeels tight hold of her hand loosen up and smiled to herself. He was definitely listening and was waiting for her to continue.
“In the end… I’m glad that we met. It might not have been the best way to meet your significant other…” She felt him tense again at that and leaned her forehead between hid shoulder blades.” But I’m glad that it happened, even if it was in this way.” Gajeels heart skipped a beat at that, but he wasn’t ready tu turn around yet, so he let her continue
“I’m glad that fate made me meet you. I’m glad that you joined our Guild after the war with Phantom Lord. I’m glad that you stayed and that you asked me to follow you when you wanted to join the council after Fairy Tail was disbanded…” Her eyes started to tear up, but she couldn’t stop now. He needed to hear this. He needed to know that he shouldn’t look back at the bad way they’ve met, but at the good things that came because of it. “…I’m glad … that you fell in love with me too and that you stayed by my side until now…” She couldn’t stop the tears from falling then and was taken aback when Gajeel suddenly turned around and nearly crushed her with his hug. “Yer the best thing that ever happened to me, Levy. I couldn’t live without you by my side.” She was sobbing now and was a bit surprised when she could hear him sobbing silently too, which made her let out a soft laugh.
Everyone must go through trials in their lives and those trials brought them together.
You can find these collections and more Gajevy prompts on FF and Ao3 under CapAleran2.
Storyline: “Excuse me, I think I heard you wrong. What?” Her voice trembled with the last word.
The only available apartment in the complex had been accidentally rented to two different people.
GW: Roommates Suck #1 - My Roommate is an Asshole.
Well. This was certainly unexpected.
The situation was far less ideal than what was promised to Levy. She had signed the official papers the day before fully expecting a nice, comfortable little space for cheap rent, paid utilities, and on-site laundry. It was absolutely perfect. Or had been up until a few minutes ago.
“Excuse me, I think I heard you wrong. What?” Her voice trembled with the last word.
The only available apartment in the complex had been accidentally rented to two different people.
“What the fuck is this shit?” The sudden, loud rumble caused her to jump in place. His baritone voice was rough. It sounded as though he was a smoker.
With watery-rimmed eyes, Levy turned around to see him shove his copy of the legal document in the manager’s face and hold it there to force him to look at it through his square glasses. The menacing scowl deepened as his voice lowered with enunciated words.
“Fix it. Now.”
Levy found herself silently agreeing with the man, although his demand was downright frightening. Despite their obvious differences in word usage, they did have one extremely large issue in common.
“Ah, w-well, you s-see,” the scrawny man stuttered. He fidgeted under the intense, angry gaze blazing down on him. He touched the frames in front of his eyes. “I can't- there's nothing I can d-do about it. Legally, I mean.”
The taller, well-built man's arms twitched and Levy was immediately concerned that there would be an assault if the situation wasn't remedied. And quickly.
She stepped forward, careful to avoid any contact with the other apparently irate tenant and asked, “What do you mean, legally? There's really nothing that can be done for us?”
The complex manager broke free of the hold on his shirt and righted it on his shoulders. He threw a tentative glance at the other male in the office before answering.
“There are two official documents stating that each of you is now the tenant of apartment 2B, submitted the same day by two different employees. Apparently, there was a miscommunication in the availability.”
He pulled out a file from the grey filing cabinet against the back wall. Within were the separate contracts both had previously signed. Levy McGarden and Gajeel Redfox were written on the signature lines.
“A miscommunication? Is that what you're calling it? I'd say it's more of a royal fuck up on your end than anything,” Gajeel spat, crossing his arms over his chest.
His choice words and their intensity grated against Levy's psyche. Her hazel eyes briefly shifted to him in mild annoyance.
“Given that there are no other vacant apartments and the deposits have already been made, the only thing I can suggest is maybe... try to live there together. Peaceably, preferably.”
The manager winced after he spoke. He looked at Gajeel and hoped the desk that stood between them was large enough.
Both Levy and Gajeel reacted simultaneously.
“No!”
***
“Yes.”
Levy held her phone to her ear and assured her friend that she was okay. She absentmindedly tapped her finger on the top of her water bottle in the cupholder. “I'm sure it'll be fine,” she said confidently.
“But he's a guy. And one you don't know,” Lucy countered. Her voice sounded unsure.
“Yea, well he's, he's…” Levy paused.
She turned to look out of her driver's side window to see Gajeel sitting in his jeep a few spaces over. He punched the steering wheel a few times. It looked like he was talking to himself.
“...he's different.”
“Mmhmm.”
“We will just have to make the best of a bad situation. I doubt he'll be that bad. The office runs background checks before they consider who can apply.”
“If you say so.”
When she said goodbye to her friend, Levy grabbed her new apartment key and headed for the stairwell.
It was enclosed inside the brick building, which would be ideal in colder weather. A vending machine for both snacks and beverages stood at the far end and marked the entrance to the laundry area. It was all just more checks on the list of good things the complex offered.
She smiled when she saw her appointed number and letter on the brown door. The apartment was neither too far from nor too close to the stairwell. She probably wouldn't hear the other tenants coming and going, especially at night. It also meant she would have a quiet place to read and write with the windows open on the nice warm days. Inserting the key and giving it a turn, Levy happily entered her home.
The distinct new carpet smell welcomed her. A tiled floor by the door gave way to the beige carpet. Through a foyer-like space was the large front room. A half wall separated it from the kitchen. All the appliances were there on the countertops, ready to be used. Beyond that were a hallway, the bathroom and the two bedrooms.
She gazed around, mentally picturing where she would arrange the furniture, where she would place her bookshelves and her pictures. What did this Gajeel have to bring to the table to add to their shared home? Until she knew, she couldn't plan everything out quite yet.
Her hands clasped at her chest around the key, a contented sigh escaped through her nose in the quiet.
A rough bang on the half closed entry announced the presence of another. The abused door flew open to hit against the rubber stopper on the wall. Gajeel trudged in carrying a full cardboard box the size of a small microwave. A stuffed black backpack clung to one of his shoulders.
He briefly halted a few paces ahead of his unexpected roommate, his head swung around like on a swivel to survey the empty place. He didn't even give Levy a second glance as he asked, “Why've ya just been standin’ there?”
Levy's dry lips parted. No words formed. Her wide eyes slid down his tall, broad form, from his uninterested expression to the box cradled between two massive arms. He was terribly intimidating; if he had wanted to he could have snapped her petite body in half with minimal effort.
She blinked.
Gajeel left her still standing in the middle of the living area to check out the bedrooms. The toe of his black boot pushed open one and then he disappeared inside.
Out of curiosity, Levy deliberately peered in from around the wall. It was a spacious area. There were three windows that illuminated the entire room without the need for the overhead light.
The box and backpack had been set on the carpet. He was standing in the middle under the light fixture, his head turning as he seemingly looked around at nothing but the walls.
Levy kept silent as she spied. Hazel eyes moved from his shaggy mess of thick black hair to the triangular shape of his neck and shoulders.
He hummed to himself and turned his body towards the far wall, his back faced her. Large hands found the waistband of his jeans and rested there. “I think it'll fit,” he murmured.
“What will fit?” Levy asked with sudden interest.
She felt like she was intruding, but they were set up to share a small apartment. There was bound to be some future privacy issues. She shuddered and hoped they wouldn't be too crowded.
He responded as if he had known she was there watching all along, saying, “My drum set.”
Levy's heart sped up the moment she heard. Her vision of quiet, relaxing evenings was shattered with his nonchalant words about a musical instrument. “A drum set?! Like an actual big, loud drum set?”
“Relax Shorty,” he drawled. He was still standing there with his hands perched on his hips. “It's electric. The sound's through a headset.” He tapped the side of his head.
Her eyes fell, half-lidded with displeasure. Why did he call her that? She crossed her arms. “I'm not short.”
“Sure,” he dismissed with a scoff. His attention was elsewhere. Somewhere in that big -but sort of handsome- head of his. Whatever was in there.
Her apprehension subsided a bit with that knowledge that he would have a headset. She glanced towards the other bedroom and wondered what it looked like beyond the closed door. Her peripheral detected a shift in the light, and she felt more than saw Gajeel brush past her. His arm knocked hard into her shoulder as he turned the corner in the narrow hall.
“Hey,” she announced. Her hand came up instinctively to lay on her collarbone. Her mouth set into a firm line. Her eyes bore a hole in the back of his head. And he just walked away? He hadn't even said sorry.
When he didn't stop, she frowned and put effort into it. “Gajeel!” she yelled.
“What?” He asked in annoyance with an enunciated ‘T’. His boots planted there on the living room carpet and he slowly turned to look at her, his palm held up in the air.
Words that Levy had been ready to let loose on him swiftly left her at the sight of his chilling frown. Instead, she dumbly stood exactly where she had been. Was it fear? Was she apprehensive because of his dark looks or his fearsome and reckless attitude?
“Um, I- uh-”
His pierced eyebrow rose.
Levy stuttered. “W-what are you doing?”
She inwardly cringed. Why couldn't she think of something else, something better to say? That was it? She could confront assholes on the street more easily than this particular one. Her mind was completely blank.
“I'm going to bring my shit up here,” he replied steadily. His tone was notably close to condescending. “What else is there to do?”
And then he simply left the apartment, not bothering to touch the open door on his way out.
With a long, silent huff, Levy quickly shook her fist in the air after him, her anger turned to frustration. She pulled the door closed and headed down to the parking lot after him. Like Gajeel, she too had things to bring up from her car. The rest of the furniture was in the back of a small trailer.
On her way out of the building entrance, Gajeel passed her carrying another full cardboard box, almost running into her once again. It was as if he didnt see her at all. His focus was on the stairs before him as he ascended.
Levy's frown deepened and her mouth fell slightly open while she stared. A tiny sound escaped her throat. What was with this guy?
A sense of dread began to fill her stomach. Maybe she would have to find another place. But then if she did her current deposit was forfeited. She couldn't afford to shell out another moving fee and deposit.
Groaning, she did the only thing she could think of at that moment and start officially moving in. All of the items she had fit in her car she comfortably toted up to the apartment. Unlike her new roommate's, her things went directly to her bedroom, set along the back wall to make room for the bigger items later.
It was small. Smaller than the room Gajeel had claimed. It had built in bookshelves on either side of the doorway, which was a pleasant surprise. But what it lacked in initial space it made up for in a large walk-in closet.
When she strolled out from the hall, the carpet was littered with his junk. Her lip wanted to curl. Was he a slob? Random crates and rickety boxes overflowing with Gajeel's personal items. Mostly clothing, though there was a laptop, music devices, and a distasteful calendar that Levy covered over with a rogue jacket that was draped over the side of a box, among other things.
Her gaze landed on a blue milk crate full of books. It was set apart from the rest, on a haphazardly placed brown end table by the hall's light switch.
Gajeel was a reader? From what she’d encountered so far, Levy would have never pegged him. There really was more to someone than outward appearance.
Gently picking through the books, she found that most of them were classics. Their hard covers were worn from use, the pages creased on the top corners. None of them had bookmarks. She had to tell him not to dog-ear his books like that.
“What’re you doing?” his rough voice announced in question.
The three books tumbled from her hands to fall in a heap by the table. His unexpected voice had scared her. “Um, I was just looking. Sorry,” she began as she bent to pick up the downturned books. “I love to read so I just…” Trying to find an excuse, her lips fell silent.
He considered her for a moment, the drawers to a dresser occupying his arms. It seemed as though he wanted to say something, but thought better of it. His mouth shut. He didn't seem angry, but Levy was cautious.
“Don't ya have yer own things to get?” he calmly asked instead. His red eyes gave her a once over before settling back to her face.
Relief rushed through Levy at his civility. “Yes, but I was waiting for you. I need help. I've gotten everything that I could manage myself.”
He humphed and continued about his business, taking the drawers to his room. When he re emerged some seconds later, he gestured to her without slowing down. “Alright. Come on.”
Without needing to be told a second time, Levy followed her roommate.
“It's the trailer there,” she said once they were in the parking lot. A silver trailer was parked in the back. After they emptied it, she would have to notify for its pickup.
“I kinda figured,” Gajeel commented. There was only one moving trailer on the lot.
“Right.” Levy bit her cheek. Her eyes flickered up to him.
His lips were twisted, as if he was trying not to smile. He turned his head away, seemingly interested in a few birds flying overhead before she could be sure.
Standing by the ramp, Levy let him walk in and start picking things to haul out. She watched with her arms crossed over her chest as he picked up a large, clear tote of notebooks, pencil pouches, and various books with a grunt.
The sound of something rolling around inside abruptly stopped as he presented it, most likely a loose pen or pencil. His eyebrow rose and he looked at her.
“I like to write, okay?”
Her lips slid into a grin when she watched him shake his head and his confused expression give way to his own version of a smile.
Soon only her mattress and the bed frame, her bookshelves, dresser, and a long desk were the only things left. She had no idea how she would have gotten them out and up the stairs without his help. The only reason they were in the trailer to begin with is she had had help in moving out of her old place.
He took most of the weight, letting her steer them once they hit the stairwell. His patience with the desk had nearly expired when they hit the wall as they maneuvered the corner, causing the desk's edge to punch into his stomach.
“Lift it, Levy,” he commanded, looking up at her from the bottom. The legs were scraping the steps.
“I am.”
She threw her weight upwards only for nothing to happen. The wooden box drawers were on both ends, making it nearly impossible for her. They should have taken them out before they started the trek, but they couldn't now in the narrow space.
“Yer doin’ it wrong,” he roughly accused.
“How am I wrong?” She answered back just the same. One of her hands came up on reflex, her palm upwards in irritation.
He lowered his head as she spoke and blew out a quick breath in his own annoyance. He lifted his end once more, but when he did, the corner caught the brick wall, effectively halting his progress before it could really begin.
His body continued right into the stationary edge.
Bouncing backwards from it, Gajeel doubled over. A pained growl rumbled from his chest. His mouth formed around a word, but refrained from spitting it out.
“Oh my gosh, are you ok?” Levy blurted. She let go of her end of the desk.
“Get out of the way,” he ordered. Anger -probably more embarrassment- simmered in his eyes.
She did so and watched with astonishment as he gathered himself and hauled, lifting the long piece of furniture with a deep grunt. He was fast enough to use the momentum and all but throw it and himself up around the corner.
The desk was now set for a straight path up the rest of the way and to their apartment.
Levy was immediately grateful that she had Gajeel for any heavy lifting.
Giving a breath, he turned to her. His eyes were now impassive. “Can you get around it?” He asked.
Levy hummed. There was a few inches of space between the desk and the brick wall, but she knew she wouldn't be able to fit. “Only a kid could squeeze through there. But, I think I could climb over it.”
Gajeel simply stood to catch his breath and let her do what she had suggested. In amusement, he placed his hands on his hips and watched as her tiny form scrambled up and over the smooth tabletop. Her jean shorts accentuated her curves and her plump ass stared squarely up at him for the briefest of moments.
A grin spread on his face. He let himself look, but kept his hands on his waistband.
Once they were at their apartment with the desk safely in her bedroom without further incident, they shut the front door with a sigh.
The place was an absolute wreck. Nothing was organized and nothing was in a convenient setup. The couch was shoved halfway in the kitchen with her clothing totes upon it. There was one visible walkway through the living room to the hall, the rest of the floor and furniture was littered.
Levy was thirsty, but the box containing kitchen utensils was somewhere buried under the mess. It would take them a few days to sort everything out. “What do you wanna do for dinner?” she asked aloud.
“I dunno.” His voice was muffled. It sounded a little distant as he worked on neatly plugging in the tv and game consoles at the outlet behind the big flat screen. “I don't care, do what ya want.”
“You don't have a favorite place to eat?” she asked.
“I'll eat anything, just pick something.”
Levy hummed. “Chinese? There's a place a few blocks from here.”
“That's fine,” he replied, and then popped up triumphantly. He turned on the tv. On the screen was the console main logo. Without turning to Levy, he said, “After we eat, ya wanna try out yer new tv?”
Looking up from the restaurant's menu on her phone, she saw the screen as he punched in his passcode. The more she looked at the set up, the more she felt out of her element. “I don't know, I've never really played on one…”
“Really, well yer gonna learn tonight.” Gajeel cleared an area of the floor a few feet from the tv stand and abruptly sat down. He kicked off his boots and quickly took off his grey shirt, leaving him in a white tank. He picked up the controller.
“What about the mess in here?” She lifted a hand and waved it at all of the things brought up and thrown in no particular order as if showcasing a nice car on display.
Gajeel made a sound with his mouth. “We're gonna be here for at least a year. We can sort it tomorrow. Give yer'self a break.” He added with an afterthought, “Does that Chinese place deliver?”
“Uhh.” She scrolled down on her phone. “Yes.”
“Order it for delivery and then get over here.” He let a genuine smile slip up on his face. He set a black controller beside him as if to save her a seat.
Her own smile appeared as she ordered their food. Then she picked her way through their junk and slowly sat down beside him. He was at ease and relaxed as he started to explain a game he thought she would enjoy. When he presented an eye creasing smile, his red eyes warm, she found herself begin to mirror him. Maybe having a new roommate wouldn't be so bad...
I know that I skipped Day 4, but I didn’t want to be too far behind xD
P.S.: Gajeel doesn’t really mind the flowers :D he can’t let others know tho, especially Natsu and the other guys xD
Although Gajeel and Levy use a lacrima to communicate, he occasionally writes Levy letters during his longer missions, since she said how romantic and more personal letters feel, while talking about a story she read in the past.
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