Those new communications lacrima are just a source for trouble and pranks..what happens when Gajeel gets a hold of Levy's?

Hi guys, thank you so much for you reviews, I love reading them! Here's the next one-shot, it's a more light hearted, fluffy one :) It's set around chapter 438 but I don't think there's any note-worthy spoilers aside from the communications lacrima and even then, it's not exactly a spoiler!

Thanks again, enjoy~

Revenge

"Damn communications lacrima, it's more trouble than it's worth!" Levy huffed angrily and threw herself down on the double bed.

The sound of the shower from the next room reached her ears along with a rumbling humming. She fought the urge to smile at the singing. Gajeel was in her bad books right now, and she wasn't about to let him off so easily.

She had left her portable lacrima with Gajeel for only a short while, but it was a decision she quickly regretted. Her first indication that he had tampered with it was when she unlocked it and saw her new wallpaper; a selfie of Gajeel, Jet, Droy and Lily all pulling ridiculous faces, surrounding a very bewildered looking Lucy.

Of course, Levy had been thrilled with such a cute, surprise photo, however her next surprise wasn't so fantastic. She had decided to head over to Magnolia's library as she had spied its new and improved look upon entering the town.

It was rather busy but Levy soon lost herself among the enormous stacks of hardbacks as she browsed the titles, enjoying the serene atmosphere. However, just as she'd found an interesting book to sit down with, the peaceful atmosphere was compromised by an extremely loud, gruff voice, a voice Levy recognised immediately.

"Colourful, colourful! Shooby doo bop! Tremble with love, steel grey metallic! Doo, doo, doo, shalala"

Levy had frantically fished her lacrima out of her satchel, cursing the ring tone she certainly had not chosen, but the damage was done at that stage. Disapproving eyes and withering glares sought her out from all angles and soon had Levy rushing from the building, her cheeks flaming.

As she had made her way down the street, the blasted thing started ringing again and curious looks shot her way while others stifled giggles. Her cheeks burned as she eventually managed to get it to shut up and finally managed to open the messages.

One from Lucy read; "I get the feeling that wasn't you… lol"

In confusion she'd opened the second, this time from Natsu; "HAHAHA! You can count on me, Shrimp! That nickname is GOLD!"

After a brief moment of confusion as to why Natsu was calling her that damned nickname Gajeel had given her, Levy found the text that he had sent to absolutely every single one of her contacts, requesting that from now on they call her 'Shrimp' or 'Levy McShortstuff.'

Only one thought had stuck with her as she stomped her way to Gajeel's temporary lodgings, she was going to kill him.

However, after she let herself in with the key he had given her, she discovered he was in the shower and so now, here she sat waiting to fume at him.

She glanced around the small, plain room looking for something to distract her while she waited, when her attention was grasped by a small screen lighting up in the poorly lit room on the bedside table, indicating Gajeel had received a new message.

It was just too perfect an opportunity, she dived for the device, a devious smile tugging at her lips as her fingers flew across the screen. The water shut off and she quickly put the lacrima back in place, attempting to compose her features and suppress the giggles that bubbled up.

She supposed revenge was better than a telling off, especially for her dragon slayer.

Gajeel emerged, towelling off his long, dark hair. Black loose trousers hung from his hips and his toned torso glistened from where he hadn't bothered to properly dry himself.

"Hey, I thought I heard you out here Shrimp."

Her mouth twitched at the nickname but she ignored it, "yeah, I let myself in, hope you don't mind."

"That's kinda why I gave ye a key, " he threw the towel to the side and approached the bed grinning. "So, anything of interest happen today?"

"No," she answered nonchalantly, "just went to the library for a few hours and caught up with Jet and Droy."

"Oh, nothing odd?" The childlike glee had diminished a little from his red eyes, she fought the urge to smile again but he leaned in close, the smell of his intoxicating scent mixed with soap clouded her senses, "then I better take advantage of this while you're still talking to me."

She yelped as he suddenly leaped for her, swooping her into his arms, chuckling at her startled reaction. She flashed him a delighted grin before his lips crashed into hers, and all thoughts of communications lacrima were forgotten. She sighed softly as he trailed light kisses down her neck to her collarbone. A shiver of pleasure rushed through her as she felt his warm breath on her neck and he nibbled gently on her ear before whispering,

"So are you staying the night then?"

She nodded her head, there was nothing she wanted more.

"U comin' round later, I'll be cookin'?"

"HAHAHAHA, you.. cooking!? I'll pass on that one!"

Gajeel looked at his communications lacrima in confusion, but Levy always said she liked his cooking? Had he done something to annoy her? Oh wait.. of course he had..

"U okay?"

"Yeah? Can you stop texting me now bolts for brains?"

Shit, she must be really mad, these were not the usual texts he got from his Shrimp.

"Sorry, it was just a bit of fun, I'll make it up to u tonight, promise."

"Metal head, you got a screw loose or somethin!?"

Metal head… bolts for brains.. His eyes darted to the top of the screen, this sounded like the way Natsu texted! However, the name read Levy up the top. But hang on.. where was that little shrimp emoticon that he'd gihi'd for ages over?

The realisation dawned on him.

His fingers moved frantically as he quickly typed and attempted to salvage his pride; "Hey fuck off flame breath, quit textin me!"

Shit.

Levy McGarden wasn't one to be trifled with, just how many contacts had she switched around!?

"Damn lacrima!" he growled, "more trouble than it's damn well worth!"