Oh God. It's been a while since I wrote a fanfic.

These series of drabbles were inspired by a fangirling moment between kyrafawxe and I on the fearii_teiru LJ community during the Chapter 210 discussion.
Because, I mean, that chapter was enough to elevate my GajeelLevy fangirl to new heights.

I've got about four ideas, so that means four chapters! I was hoping to see if anyone else had any other ideas they could prompt me with. Be warned: I'm not exactly punctual.

With that, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail! Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.


Misconceptions
01. In which Lucy makes a discovery

It's become human nature to judge a person by their looks. What they wear, their hairstyle, the way they stand, the way they sit, the way they walk—all subjected to the assumptions that a person grew up with.

When Levy was introduced, it'd be like a person's mind was wired to run down a list of words and phrases.

Cute.
Smart.
Small.
Sweet.
Blue hair?
Ah, whatever, she's still cute.
Such wonderful eyes…
Mm, I'd love to go on a date with her.
I'll be able to protect her.
She needs a man who's strong.
And cares for her.
I can do that.
Her type? Probably someone who can sweep her off her feet. Someone intellectual, who can match wits with her.
So cute!

All that from a simple, "Hello!" from the bookworm.

Gajeel's introduction was predictably not as sweet.

OH GOD.
Scary…
How many piercings—
OH GOD.
Please stop staring at me.
Red eyes.
Messy black hair.
Punk rocker.
RUN.
I don't like that metal.
He probably pays women to sleep with him.
Probably likes them busty and strong, too.
I bet he listens to loud, obnoxious music.
OH GOD.

So, to everyone, conversation between these two would be minimal, right? Such extreme opposites shouldn't even interact!

It just so happened that Fairy Tail was throwing one of its huge parties—for reasons unknown, but who cared! It was a party!—when Jet and Droy became worried in the midst of merriment.

"Where's Levy?" they asked, but no inebriated mind knew the answer. She mysteriously vanished! Then, someone raised another important question.

"Where's Gajeel?"

The silence was contagious as everyone started wondering—and assuming—the same thing.

Was Gajeel doing something, dare I say it, inappropriate to Levy?

And perhaps Levy was so weak and helpless that she couldn't scream out for help?

Because she was so immobilized by fear?

The majority of the men, suddenly sober, scrambled to their feet, running around, checking every nook and cranny of the building.

It was Lucy, on the other hand, who discovered her friend in a…ah…promising position.

"L-LEVY?"

The whole guild froze, as if time itself stopped, as they peered through the door that Lucy opened. All at once, their brains ceased working.

Levy managed a weak nervous chuckle, slowly removing her hands from Gajeel's hard chest. Said man propped himself up on his elbows, a deep frown etched on his face. He probably would have stood up to his full height if Levy wasn't straddling his lap on the conveniently placed table in the dark storage room. Her face was completely red, but she stayed still with no intentions of moving from her position.

"H-Hello…" she squeaked.

It took two glances for everyone else to realize that it wasn't Levy's neck that was marked up in love bites.

It was Gajeel's.

Meanwhile, Pantherlily sat quietly at the bar, sipping his beer with a smug smile while Mirajane grinned next to him. It was nothing new, they thought.


Omake

Gajeel sauntered in with Lily and placed a bag on the table Levy, Lucy, Juvia, and Lisanna occupied.

"Here," he said, "I got your books." He was aware of all the stares from the guild members, but he ignored them completely. They still weren't used to the fact that they were dating (or seeing each other or in a relationship or some other couple-y terms that they wouldn't imagine associating them with), and every time they were together, it was like Levy and he were on a stage and the guild was the audience.

Levy squealed and thanked him graciously as her hands dug in the bag. She took out a few heavy-set hardcovers that made some of the men pale—how Gajeel could cater to his girlfriend and carry books heavy enough to press someone to death, they would never understand. But it wasn't just the books that surprised them.

She took out a small, square item, and she looked pleasantly surprised. She turned it over as she read it until Gajeel snatched it out of her hands.

"Personal buy," he muttered, his eyes avoiding her curious ones.

Natsu strolled by when he took a peek at the CD Gajeel was trying to hide. "John Legend?" His eyes furrowed in confusion. "I didn't know you listened to him."

Jaws dropped all around.