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[antomec]

i am yours, so hold me tight

i am off hiatus? who the fuck knows. anyway you can also find this on AO3 and FF.net!

words: 1409 pairing: canalu summary: "i saw you sniffing that hoodie," lucy says without preamble. "please tell me you're not giving me stinky clothes."

the first time cana is introduced to lucy, she's sporting a raging hangover and drinking far too many espresso shots to cure it. mira – what a dear – props up cana's sunglasses and shields her eyes with her hand. "this," she announced proudly, "is my best friend cana."

cana weakly waves, eyes still scrunched up. "hello." she can vaguely make out blonde hair and ribbons, and an air of nervousness. cana always been good at noticing that sort of stuff.

"cana alberona," she introduces herself once more, pushing away mira's hand. "i'm in economics, and i like drinking. you?"

mira sits lucy down and titters from beside her. "cana can drink anyone under the table. and i mean that. i think the only one she can't beat is her dad."

cana rounds on her. "hey! no mention of him. it's only because of him that i'll die early of a damaged liver."

and that's when lucy laughs. it's also when cana remembers that she falls for cute girls too easily. really. the bar is very low.

lucy digs around in her backpack and brings out a little juice box. "it's nothing alcoholic, but i figure you should hydrate yourself, what with that hangover you have," she says.

oh, the bar is so, so low.

"i told you not to over do it and then what do u do! over do it!" cana isn't furious, she's just playing the part, but lucy's sad eyes and pout makes her want to baby her, and cana just doesn't think she has it in her to get out of it feelings unscathed if she tried to baby lucy. "okay you dumbass, what's your room number?"

lucy mumbles something too quiet to hear, and cana gently jostles her. "you're so mean!" lucy wails. "i said i don't remember. i'm too drunk to remember."

cana looks heavenward. curse her heart for being weak to pretty girls.

"okay. okay." she breathes deeply. "mira is with her girlfriend, so i'm not calling her, natsu is still at the party so he's pretty much wasted." cana looks at lucy. "hey, would you be comfortable sleeping over at mine?"

and maybe it's a trick of the light, but cana swears she sees a little smile playing on lucy's lips. it's gone as quick as a flash however, and cana's left questioning herself.

lucy seems to lose any sort of inebriation however, when she looks into cana's eyes and firmly nods. cana makes a face, and tells her, "alright then. sleepover time!"

later, when lucy is in a spare change of clothes and curled up peacefully in cana's bed, cana will wonder why she didn't try calling lucy's roommate juvia instead of giving up her own bed.

the rain is so cold. cana hates the rain. it's also why she always has an umbrella and a spare shirt in her trunk. she got caught in the rain once on a day where she had a presentation in class, and she'd never been more mortified than that day, presenting in a class full of twenty something's with wet hair and a half dry t-shirt.

she shakes out her umbrella and steps out of her car only to see a blond whirlwind nearly crash into her. i'm sorry!" the little ball of hair says, and cana takes a second to figure out who it is.

"lucy? is that you?" cana ventures.

lucy looks up, and that's when cana realises that lucy's wearing white. actual white clothes on a rainy day.

"oh my god, you're drenched!" cana exclaims. "get inside the car, i'll give you some clothes to wear!" she unlocks the car and all but shoves lucy into it. "lucy bangs on the window. "this is kidnapping!" she yells goodnaturedly.

cana grins, and rounds to the back of the car. she pops the trunk open, and fishes out the pale blue hoodie she has stashed for emergencies. she closes the trunk while she discreetly sniffs the hoodie. it doesn't smell bad but it's the only change of clothes she has so it'll have to do for now.

"i saw you sniffing that hoodie," lucy says without preamble. "please tell me you're not giving me stinky clothes."

"you brat, be glad with what you get!" cana throws the hoodie at lucy in the backseat. her face softens. "if it does smell i have some deodorant in the glove box."

"oh thank goodness, i was wondering how to turn this magnificent but stinky hoodie down," lucy jokes, and cana blindly swats at her from the driver's seat. cana hands the deodorant over anyway.

"hurry up," she says instead. "i think we're both kinda late to class."

cana walks lucy upto her building even though it's a bit out of her way, because of course the little goblin doesn't have an umbrella. cana assures lucy that it's no big deal, but lucy doesn't relent and steals cana"s phone to type in her phone number. "text me, she says, " i'll treat you to dinner as thanks."

she doesn't give time for cana to reply as she quickly skips away.

"cana, stop laughing this is awful!" lucy's tinny voice comes through cana phone placed on the table. cana is mid laughter, and trying her best not to mistype her assignment due that night.

"you have to admit," cana begins. "it's kinda funny."

"no it is not! lucy says shrilly, and cana dissolves into giggles again.

the scene is this: lucy is locked out of her apartment ("that i pay half the rent for!" she tells cana) because her roommate has a "friend" over ("she had the nerve to use quotations,cana!). cana calls to ask for lucy's notes from a shared lecture, and she's now subjected to a ten minute whining of how lucy has nowhere to stay.

which is a lie of course, lucy is always welcome at cana's. lucy knows this, and cana knows lucy knows this, so this is basically lucy trying to wheedle an invitation out of cana just for the sake of it.

well tough luck if cana is going to give it to her that quick.

"aw poor baby," cana croons instead. "do you want a bandaid and a kiss to make you feel better?"

lucy sputters on the other end and lets out an indignant squawk. "no! what i want is revenge because juvia knows that i have a lab exam tomorrow and i need to get enough sleep for it!"

"wait," cana pauses typing. "your lab final is tomorrow?"

"uh huh." lucy says. cana can almost hear the pout in her voice.

cana sighs. "alright, you've cracked me open like a walnut. would you like to stay over?"

"yes of course, you're the best, thank you so much!" lucy says in a rush, and cana snickers at the change in tone.

"okay then, make your way over," cana says, trying her best to keep her smile out of her words.

lucy does treat her to dinner soon, and cana acts like a lovestruck teenager trying to decide what to wear. she throws out her whole wardrobe looking for her lucky jeans ("yes but lucky for what?," mira asks. "what exactly are you hoping for here," she adds wiggling her eyebrows for good measure until cana pushes her off the bed.)

it's a smooth affair, and while there are awkward pauses in conversation, cana thinks it's nice. lucy is an avid talker, and there isn't a thing under the sun she doesn't know a little about, and when cana tells her about the brewery back home that her dad runs, her eyes are as big as dinner plates as she says "that's so cool!"

lucy doesn't divulge much about herself, merely mentioning that her family is estranged and not on good terms with her. cana leaves it at that, and instead brings up her classes as a distraction. lucy brightens up at that, and describes all her worst teachers in the funniest way possible that cana snorts sparkling water through her nose.

and when the bill is paid and they walk back to their apartments, cana hesitates but does it anyway. she sneaks a hand through lucy's and interlaces their fingers together. lucy to her credit doesn't break stride. instead she comments, "i was wondering how long it would take for you to do that." she looks up at cana and grins widely.

and cana grins back at her too.

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Lovely, Chapter 1 {ACOTAR}

A new joint project we’ve been teasing you with for months! @tacmc and I will be writing this mullti-chapter together. The posting will be similar to our last joint fic, Tending to the Fire. Just like TTTF, we will be alternating when posting chapters and there will be links on both of our Master Lists, so you’ll be able to read the whole thing, no matter who’s page you visit! The main difference from TTTF is the writing style.

Rather than trade off on writing chapters, every chapter will be written together. Whether that’s different POV’s, brainstorming via FaceTime, or literally picking up in the middle of the sentence the other was just working on, this entire story will be written as a team. We’ve talked about doing this for years and I’m so glad we’re finally getting the opportunity to make one of our dreams come true!

Now please, enjoy the first chapter of Lovely!

The sun was slowly creeping along the floor when Azriel’s alarm went off. As he rolled over to stop the incessant chirping, a small form stretched out from under the blankets and emitted a quiet noise of contentment. He lifted the sheet to see his small, black cat snuggling back up against his side. He gave the cat a light scratch on the back of her head and she opened her golden eyes a crack to look up at him before rolling over and snuggling back under the covers. Azriel laughed before throwing the covers off of the bed and standing up.

As he made his way down the stairs, he heard Nyx’s small paws hit the floor as she jumped from the bed and followed him, her bell jingling the entire way. The bell was an absolute necessity, seeing as the cat seemed to be made of shadow, appearing only when she wanted to. Reaching the kitchen, he scooped some food out of the bag and refilled her near empty bowl. She immediately set to devouring the food, the only noises her tiny bites and her bell clinking against the glass bowl.

As he poured himself a cup of coffee, he turned on the tv and mindlessly flipped through the channels, settling on a news station that was currently showing the traffic in Velaris.

One of the perks of owning your own business? You got to make your own hours. One of the perks of owning a tattoo parlor? Those hours were usually later in the day than most people. He never had to deal with traffic, especially since he only lived a mile and a half from his shop, but since he had some things that had to be done this morning, he’d be running around town and didn’t want to get stuck behind the accident that was currently causing a backup on I-24.

He decided to forego breakfast for a shower and headed back upstairs, still hearing Nyx’s bell ringing dully as it tapped the glass bowl. When he walked out of the steam filled bathroom and headed to his closet, he found her fast asleep in the same spot she’d been in earlier. His lips quirked up in a half smile as he dressed in his normal attire of all black, but rather than the hoodie and jeans he usually wore, he put on his black suit, with a black button down beneath. He gave Nyx a quick scratch behind the ears, much to her delight, and made his way back downstairs, stopping only to grab his keys and was out the door.

Sliding into the driver seat, he popped open the mirror and ran a tattooed hand through his messy hair one more time. He couldn’t shake the feeling that today was going to be different, that something monumental was going to take place. He didn’t know what it was, but he was going to be prepared for anything.

“Mr. Draeven, my client isn’t going to give up any of her days with your son, but is willing to give you an additional visit, supervised, of course, once every other week.”

It took everything in Azriel not to slam his fist onto the mahogany table before him. He lifted his eyes to the prick in the suit before him. It was designer, high end. The lawyer was clearly paid for by her father. Even with the ridiculous amounts of child support he paid each month, she wouldn’t be able to afford this man’s hourly rate on her own. Before he could say anything, his own lawyer spoke up.

“Azriel has done nothing but lost visits with Asher since Ms. Hamadi started this pointless custody battle,” Helion said, standing and walking around to the other side of the table, looking out the window at the Valeris skyline. He turned his back on the Armani clad man and Azriel watched as his face turned a bright shade of red. He had to stifle a laugh.

Azriel was absolutely lost in the midst of this custody battle, something that should never be happening if his son’s mother wasn’t hellbent on keeping Azriel from Asher. Helion had gone to high school and college with Rhysand and had become a friend of his own. If it wasn’t for him, for him being willing to take his case on pro bono, Azriel would lose any chance he’d have at time with his son.

When the papers has been served and Azriel didn’t know what to do, he called Helion and his friend immediately dropped what he was doing and was at Azriel’s home within minutes, looking over the papers with him.

She was trying to take Asher away from completely, no visits, no contact, on the grounds that he was unfit. Nevermind the fact that Azriel was a business owner, made charitable donations to the city, and actually had a job, unlike- unlike her.

Helion encouraged him to counter her, to claim that she was an unfit guardian. He knew she still went out and partied, spent most of her time at the bar, club or anywhere she could get fucked up. If she hadn’t still been living with her parents, parents he was sure were really the ones taking care of his son, she wouldn’t have a leg to stand on.

Rhys told him what he already knew, that she was still out drinking and leaving with different men every night. He didn’t like using his best friend as a spy of sorts, but since he was a bartender at her usual spot to pick up her latest prey, he did what he had to to build a case against her.

That was how all of this had started, how he even had Asher in the first place. He’d been drinking at Rhys’ bar, enjoying a long weekend with his family. Her teal eyes captivated him from across the bar. He was drunk enough that he silently slipped away from his group of friends, new shots being poured in front of him, and made his way over to her. He learned her name and asked her to dance. He’d spotted them watching him as she ground against him, Mor’s eyes burning into his own, but he was too far gone to care. She’d asked him to come home with her after that and he agreed, deciding this was a one time thing.

He didn’t meet random girls at the bar. He didn’t let them touch him like he was letting her do. He didn’t go home with them. But he made an exception that night.

And it was only once. They were only together once, but they awkwardly exchanged numbers the next day as he fumbled to get his clothes on and get out the door. Both claiming they would call, both knowing they never would. Azriel thought he’d never see that mess of blonde hair again. But he was wrong.

She came into Rhys’ bar all the time, somehow not realizing that the bartender was his best friend. She even hit on him quite a bit, an invitation Rhys politely but firmly turned down. Azriel always made eye contact with her but never acknowledged her, and she never seemed to even act like she recognized him. He knew it was better that way. No strings. It was done and over.

Until she stopped showing up at the bar for a few weeks and then one day his phone rang.

She was pregnant. She was pregnant and she was sure it was his.

He’d been at Rhysand’s when she called, had stepped out to the back porch to take the call. He’d vomited his lunch up onto the concrete slabs. His family - because that’s what they were, closer than friends - rushed out and watched him, his skin white as death, as he finished the conversation and ended the call, slipping it into his pocket.

“She’s pregnant,” was all that he said, and none of them had to ask who he meant. They had all seen them together that night.

So began an extremely frustrating 7 months for Azriel. He wanted to be a part of his child’s life, but she did everything in her power to keep him out. He’d call her almost daily, to find out when her next doctor’s appointment was. She’d lie, tell him a bogus date and time, and he’d show up at the OBGYN, only to find out her appointment had been the day before. She’d just claim she’d gotten the dates mixed up. He constantly asked what she needed for the baby and she’d say her parents had it covered. When he asked about the gender, she went ghost. He couldn’t get ahold of her for weeks and he nearly went out of his mind. She even kept him from the birth of his son, only finding out when a mutual friend shared a picture on Facebook.

He never tried to have a relationship with her. He didn’t want one and it was clear that she didn’t either. But just because he didn’t want a relationship with her didn’t mean she could keep him from having one with his son, his own flesh and blood.

After his meeting with the lawyers, which she just happened to never be able to make, he headed off to his parlor. He pulled off the interstate and started through town, passing Rhys’ bar and his apartment. The open sign was on and he debated stopping in, not for a drink but just to see his friend, to tell him about the latest mess she’d caused for him. He kept driving though and when he was less than a mile from his shop, he saw a red convertible pulled over on the side of the road. The hood was up and smoke was pouring out of it. The girl leaning against the trunk with her head in her hands looked so downtrodden that he felt it in his soul. He’d had a shitty day, too. Maybe he could help someone else’s be a little better.

He pulled his truck over to the side of the road behind her. She immediately lifted her head and looked up at him. This wasn’t a girl. This was a young woman. And she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

His hand froze on the door handle and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. They were mesmerizing. Her hand fluttered to her chest and that small movement spurred him into motion. He hopped out and asked her, “Are you okay?”

His words seemed to snap her out of a trance of her own. She blinked once, twice and glanced back towards her car. “I- Yes, I’m okay. I was on my way back to work and my car just...stopped. It died.” She ran a hand through her brown hair, the sun bringing out the strands of gold. “I have to get back.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and Azriel’s eyes snapped to her lips.

“I can give you a ride, if you want,” he said, throwing a thumb over his shoulder, towards his truck. He saw the hesitation on her face and gave her what he hoped was a soft smile. “Or I can take a look at it, if that would make you more comfortable.”

“Would you?” She asked, excitement ringing through her light voice.

“Of course,” Azriel said, removing his suit jack and tossing it in the passenger seat. He rolled his sleeves up, revealing the black ink that covered almost all of his body. He saw her eyes snag on whirls and swirls and made his way to the front of her car.

“I’m Elain, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand. He took it, shaking it once. “Better to do the introductions before you get all dirty.”

He laughed and nodded. “Agreed. I’m Azriel.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Azriel. Thank you so much for helping me.”

He blushed slightly. “It’s no problem. I couldn’t very well drive by without seeing if you were okay.”

She rolled her eyes and a small snort left her mouth. “It didn’t stop the rest of Velaris from doing so. I’ve been stuck here for almost 30 minutes”

He couldn’t explain why that made him angry, so instead of responding, he began exploring her car’s engine. He wordlessly moved hoses and opened caps carefully, letting the steam out as slowly as he could. He saw the gaping slash on the hose and stepped back, leaning a hip on the fender. “Well, do you want the good news or bad news?”

Her face paled. “Bad. Always start with the bad.”

He nodded. “Your radiator hose is busted. Not a hard thing to fix, but you definitely won’t be driving this back to work. The good news is it’s a really cheap fix.”

She groaned, face up-tilted towards the sky. “Of course.” She glanced back down at him, watching as he carefully lowered the hood. “Is that offer for a ride still available?”

He smiled at her and opened the passenger door. Elain glanced at the height into the cab and Azriel raised his brows, understanding dawning across his features. “Oh, sorry. It’s kind of a climb.” He grabbed a rag out of the back seat and whipped his hands off. After making sure his hands were absolute clean, he glanced to her waist. “May I?”

“Oh,” she blushed. “Sure.”

His hands wrapped around her slim waist and he lifted her up onto the bench. He made to shut her door and she said, “My purse!”

“Where is it?” He asked, already stepping toward her car.

“In the passenger seat, would you also grab the bouquet from the back?”

His eyebrows rose. “Sure.”

Heading to her car, Azriel thought of the reasons she would have a bouquet of flowers with her. She didn’t mention that she was on the way to the hospital, so condolences didn’t seem right. Same for the cemetery, though it wasn’t too far from here. He tried not to think of the most obvious reason, especially with how heart-stoppingly gorgeous she was: that she had a boyfriend. As he opened the rear passenger door, it became clear that had to be the case. The fluffy mass of peonies and buttercups was so lovingly made he knew it had to to cost a fortune. Only someone who cared for another so tenderly would be willing to pay that much for flowers.

Opening the door and stepping up into the truck, Azriel handed Elain her purse and flowers. He suddenly didn’t know what to say. Not that the short conversation they’d had was stellar by any means, but it had been easy.

“So,” he began, starting the truck. “Where am I taking you?”

He mentally slapped himself as he realized how rude that sounded. It didn’t seem Elain noticed though, gazing at the flowers, adjusting petals here and there.

She answered cheerfully, “You can just drop me off at Nova Café. I was planning on stopping there for lunch anyways, and I can walk to work from there.” She looked up and beamed at him. “Would you care to join me? My treat, for the ride and for looking at my car.”

Azriel only blinked at her. “I don’t want to cause any problems.” Now it was Elaine’s turn to stare blankly at him in confusion. “With your boyfriend,” Azriel clarified.

Elain laughed, placing a hand on her chest and blushing. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Azriel turned to look at her. “I just figured- With the flowers …” he trailed off.

“Oh, these aren’t for me,” Elain said, awkward laughter causing her the pitch of her voice to raise slightly. “No, I’m just delivering them. I did make the bouquet though.”

“You made that?” Azriel didn’t hide the surprise in his tone.

“Yes, that’s what I do,” Elain laughed. “I’m a florist. I own Bespoke Floral Boutique.”

The name was familiar in Azriel’s mind, but he couldn’t pinpoint how he knew it. “That’s amazing.” A genuine smile graced his features. “Lunch would be great.”

Nova Café wasn’t far from his shop, so it worked out well. They grabbed a quick bite to eat and chatted, the conversation flowing easily between them. Before he knew it, he looked down at his watch and noticed it was nearly 12:15. Elain had barely made a dent in her sandwich.

“I have an appointment at 12:30, so I’m going to have to get going” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Elain had been taking a bite of her sandwich and covered her mouth as she chewed before asking. “Appointment? Are you a doctor?”

The incredulity on her face didn’t offend him, it just made him laugh. “Definitely not. I’m a tattoo artist.”

“Oh,” she said, understanding lighting up her brown eyes. “I can definitely see that. I don’t have any tattoos.” She lifted her arms up, showing off perfect, pale, creamy skin.

“Well if you ever want to change that, gimme a call.” He smiled at her as he stood.

Elain blushed but looked down. “How can I do that when you haven’t given me your number?”

Azriel’s eyes went wide. A blush began to creep across his face as well. Elain pulled a pen out of her purse and scribbled her number onto her napkin before she handed it to him. “It was nice to meet you, Azriel.”

“You too, Elain.” He gave a her a dazzling smile, and a wink as he slid the napkin into his pocket, before heading out to his truck and heading to the shop.

As he parked the truck and looked back to make sure it locked, he saw why her flower shop had seemed so familiar.

Across the street, in a building so unlike his own, hues of pink and yellow and orange contrasting the black and greys of his own, was Bespoke Floral Boutique.

Cassian had a love/hate relationship with the night before he went back to work for the school year. He loved the idea of getting his instruments out of the closet, cleaning them all up, and setting up his room for the months to come. He loved the excitement that thrummed through his veins when thinking about the hopeful students that would be walking through his door in a week’s time.

But, he hated that Summer would be ending and he couldn’t sleep in until noon or spend his days by the lake with his friends.

He decided to spend his last night at the bar, sitting alone, on his third beer, chatting with the bartender.

“Where’s Az?” Cassian asked, taking a tip from the cold, glass bottle. “Have you talked to him? I called about an hour ago. Never answered.”

Rhysand shook his head while he poured a dozen shots of tequila for the bachelorette party a few seats down. “No, which probably means it didn’t go well this morning.”

Cassian grunted. He hated that Azriel couldn’t see his son. The whole situation pissed Cassian off to no end. Azriel didn’t like to talk about it, though. None of them pushed him to talk about it, but they could see the toll it was taking on him.

“Maybe I should go check on him,” Cassian said, draining his bottle and tapping the bartop for another.

“Don’t,” Rhysand said, popping the top off another and placing it in front of his friend, his brother. “He doesn’t want to be bothered. Enjoy your last night of freedom.”

“You make it sound like I’m going to prison.”

Rhysand chuckled as he dismissed his friend to tend to a tall blonde at the other side of the bar. Cassian checked his phone. Still no text from Az, and it was getting late. He had to be at work at eight.

It was time to go.

After a brief wave to Rhysand and a quick chug of his beer, Cassian was hurrying out the door and was tossed into the bustling streets of Velaris.

Although a Sunday night, the city was still crowded with groups of friends and giggling couples captured by the beauty of the Sidra.

Cassian breathed in the fresh air, shoving his hands into his pockets. He had a high alcohol tolerance but still liked to walk to and from the bar, just in case. Besides, he didn’t live too far away from the building in which he spent most of his nights - at least the nights that Rhysand worked.

The stars were bright, shining through the quickly growing crowds. Typically, in the cities, the stars were diminished by the bright lights of the streets and the buildings, but not in Velaris. Cassian tilted his head back and watched as he strutted down the sidewalk.

“Watch it, asshole!”

Cassian felt it before he saw her.

His eyes darted down to his foot, which was on top of a small, heeled black boot. When he met the eyes of its owner, he cringed.

With eyes like ice, a young woman about a head shorter than him was glaring.

“Sorry,” he said, stepping back. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

“Obviously not,” she muttered.

She attempted to step around him but he followed her lead.

She took a deep breath as Cassian asked, “What’s your name?”

“Can’t your overly large feet take you somewhere that isn’t an inconvenience for me?”

Cassian grinned. “You know what they say about big feet.”

“They’re attached to idiots?”

As Cassian laughed, the woman once again stepped around him but this time, Cassian watched her go.

“It was nice to meet you!” he called.

She gave him a vulgar gesture before turning the corner behind Rita’s, into an apartment building.

Feyre didn’t even realize, as she picked at her boring salad, that she was tuning Tamlin out. Something about hearing him gloat about the major investment he secured at work for the thousandth time wasn’t as exciting to her as it was to him.

“Isn’t that right, Feyre?”

She jerked her head up, looking around at the table of his colleagues. His grass green eyes were boring into her own. She could read the annoyance in them, the aggravation that she wasn’t fawning over him like the other broker’s wives and girlfriends were. She’d been content to sit this dinner out, to stay at home and paint.

Tamlin had told her, in less than sincere terms, that wasn’t an option.

“I was just telling Dagdan,” he motioned to a dark haired man down the table, “that one more deal like this and there will be a ring on your finger.”

A year ago and that thought would have filled her with joy. A year ago and nothing would have excited her more than the prospect of being Tamlin’s wife. But things had become different between them lately. More strained. More tense.

He had begun to treat her more as an object than as the object of his affections.

The declaration drew her up short. “We’ve never discussed- Tamlin, I-.”

The woman sitting directly to Dagdan’s left, Brannagh, if her memory was correct, chuckled under her breath. The woman was near identical to Dagdan. Twin, sister, lover? Feyre couldn’t tell.

“Is something funny?” Feyre asked, setting her fork down.

Brannagh’s eyebrows rose and she looked like a cat that had just spotted a fat mouse to play with. Play with, before it consumed it bite by bite.

“Nothing is funny,” Tamlin interjected, quickly turning the conversation into safer territory. As they spoke about their work, Feyre again tuned the group out. She moved her salad to the side and began to pick out a piece of chocolate cake. She didn’t eat it, just mashed it to pieces and began to use her fork to make intricate swirls of icing on the plate. She brought the fork to her lips to clean it off.

The fork was snatched from her hand, the plate removed from in front of her before she could realize what was happening. She looked up to find Tamlin moving it down the table. His coworkers were all finishing up and it seemed as if they’d finally be leaving soon.

“What are you doing?” She asked, incredulity slipping into her tone.

“You don’t need that,” he said, and threw a brazen glance at her body. “You should probably start running with me in the mornings, too.”

That quiet chuckle from Brannagh again and Feyre was seeing red.

“Excuse you?” she whispered.

“Need to take care of your body, especially if we’re going to be getting married. I need you to look your best, baby.”

In a flash, Feyre was on her feet, glass of wine in her hand. And then...it wasn’t.

Then it was in Tamlin’s face. And his hair. And his crisp white shirt.

Without a word, Feyre grabbed her purse and walked out of the restaurant.

Her phone started buzzing before she’d even made it 20 feet from the door. She let it it ring and ring, surprised he hadn’t physically come after her. She continued to walk, trying to put as much distance between herself and the restaurant before he could decide to follow her.

It wasn’t long before the clouds that had been rolling in all day decided to finally open up and all at once, it began to pour. Feyre cursed and looked around, trying discern where she could go to get out of the rain.

A doorway was nestled into an alcove and Feyre saw the neon open sign was lit. She ducked inside and leaned against the wall.

She was drenched. Absolutely and totally drenched. Water dripped off of her dress and ran in rivulets down her legs. She ran a hand over her face and looked around. It was only then that she noticed she was in a bar. A completely empty bar, not even anyone behind the counter to mix drinks.

A glance at her watch told her why. It was 8:45 on Sunday night. Most people were at home with their families. Most people would be gearing up for the work week or ready for school.

The thought had Feyre walking farther into the room and sitting at the bar itself. She held her head in her hands and tried her hardest to keep the tears from sliding down her cheeks.

“I’m never one to assume, but I think you could use a drink.”

The alluring voice a few feet to her left startled her and she quickly sat up, looking in its direction. Violet eyes stared back.

He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked, quietly, hesitantly.

Feyre’s voice cracked as she whispered, “Please.”

He didn’t say anything, didn’t ask what she wanted as he turned around and poured two quick shots of whiskey, a glass of Coke, and set them down in front of her. He picked one of them up. “What’s your name?”

She picked her shot glass up and said, “Feyre.”

He clinked his glass against her own and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Feyre. I’m Rhysand,” and tossed the shot back.

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[antomec]

the ice is thicker than you think

bitch im back. is what i always say but this time i really mean it sdfjshdsj some of my friends (@ceruleanshockwave + @kaatseye + @zerefserigala + @gaymirajane) got me into jelray and then i birthed this after two weeks of writing constipation so please reblog and love it :”D

please refrain from calling me a lazy bitch for not capitalising. it is a writing style. grow up.

you can also find this on AO3 and FF.net!

words: 742

pairing: jelray

summary: obligatory "i don't know how to skate, but you seem like you do and i thought, hey, maybe you could teach me how to skate?" AU that this fandom needs

okay, so maybe the stranger is cute.

the stranger's on his ass on the ice and gray can't help but laugh at him. he's far away enough that there's no chance of him being heard, but for one terrifying moment, the stranger turns his head to look directly at him.

gray doesn't breathe. it's a long moment, but the stranger finally turns away and looks at the girl next him. she's a tiny thing, couldn't be more than ten years old, but she seems to have undertaken the duty of teaching the stranger how to skate.

so far, it's a mess, and gray's been secretly enjoying it from his post at the counter. a lady with two young boys arrive, and gray takes a few minutes to help them out. they leave soon enough, and gray resumes people watching. there’s only a couple of people on the ice, but the particular person gray’s been looking at has suddenly disappeared. he frowns in disappointment.

“looking for me?” a voice says, and gray flies out of his chair.

“oh no, are you okay?” the voice laughs, and suddenly there’s a pair of hands on gray’s arms and pulling him up from the ground. finally, he gets a chance to look at who’s helping him – it’s the cute stranger.

“do you normally frighten people like this?” gray retorts, taking his seat back at the counter. he takes a moment to assess the stranger, and he’s surprised to see a very large tattoo above and below his eye. that must have hurt quite a bit.

“only the ones that have been staring at me for a good while,” the stranger says, and gray’s heart drops. so he had noticed him.

“i’m jellal,” he continues, sticking out a hand, and gray weakly grabs it, still too shocked that he was noticed.

and suddenly jellal’s face is very close to gray’s, and gray freezes. jellal raises an eyebrow, and says, “this is the moment where you tell me your name.” he cracks a smile afterwards, and gray slowly mirrors him.

“gray,” he introduces himself, and out of simple plain curiosity, he asks “who was that little girl with you?”

jellal’s eyes widen. “that’s my sister, wendy. i really hope you weren’t staring at her.”

gray starts spluttering. “n-no! i was staring at you, not your sister! oh god no.”

jellal cracks a smile and hops on to the counter. “hah. got you to admit you were staring at me.”

gray just stares at him. this was absolutely not how he expected his day to go when he woke up. all he wanted was to stare at cute boys and go home, he didn’t want to be put on the spot like this. he had a bad habit of freezing around cute boys, and he just knew he wasn’t going to change with jellal.

“hello? earth to gray?” jellal asks cutely, waving his hand in front of his face. gray starts, and jellal pulls back from him. “i was wondering,” jellal begins – and wow, jellal really is cute, and the way he uses his hands to speak is even cuter – “if you knew how to skate? because i wouldn’t mind lessons from a cute boy like you.”

gray blinks. once. twice. once more for good luck. and then before his brain can stop him, he blurts out, “yes. i know how to skate. and i’d love to teach you.”

“then it’s a date!” jellal says, clapping his hands and hopping off the counter. “then come on, let’s get going!”

“wait, wait, i can’t just leave that quickly, i’ve got a counter to run,” gray says.

jellal pouts, and he adjusts his scarf. “then when does your shift end?”

“in fifteen minutes,” gray says quickly. “until then, we could – i don’t know – keep each other company?”

jellal goes quiet for a moment, and gray internally panics for a second. this is it, he ruined it, he ruined another date, he–

“i’d like that,” jellal interrupts. “but before that, i need to to find my sister and tell her that i don’t need her help anymore,” he adds. “i’ll be back in a minute.”

jellal waves, and waddles away, but he stops after a few steps, comes back and kisses gray on the cheek. “you better teach me how to skate,” he says, patting gray’s cheek. and then jellal leaves for good.

this is definitely not what he expected this morning.

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[antomec]

our nights are endless, just like the stars and sand

heyo! back with another fic. this one is the third part to the series the skies are bright tonight, and so are you.   [part 1]     [part 2] 

beta’ed by the lovely @newghet

summary:  gray hadn't expected that their first date would go flawlessly. hell, he had absolutely zero expectations even for the second one. but the fact that they have had to reschedule their first date three times – probably because the universe hated young love – keeps throwing gray for a loop.

words: 4.5k

rating: T for swearing

you can also find this on AO3 and FF.net!

gray is a man of simple habits. he wakes up, suffers through classes, and maybe goes out to the convenience store on the corner of the street to stock up on instant ramen and the rare vegetable. he even gets dragged to the occasional party. although that was more cana’s thing than him.

but dating someone like natsu would be a...first.

don't get him wrong, gray adores natsu. he's utterly sweet, texts gray all the time, listens to him ramble. he even showed up with emergency coffee that one time gray tried to pull an all-nighter for his midterms.

but natsu is wholly different from gray than he first assumed. and gray doesn't know why, but he’s attracted to natsu. it'll probably take him a month at the very least to disentangle those feelings, and gray has no plans to do any kind of emotional dissecting soon.

perhaps there's some truth to that old phrase: maybe opposites do attract.

cana grumbles, and shakes her nearly empty styrofoam cup. “i really don't wanna listen to you go on about how natsu is the moon to your sky, please. i've already suffered through one of these with juvia, i don't wanna go through this again.”

“cana, for the love of all that's holy-”

“whiskey, definitely.”

“-will you just help me plan a goddamn date?”

cana stands up. “you're a big ball of fluff, that's what you are. just ask him out already. take him out to see a movie!” cana throws her hands up in the air, flinging the cup expertly into a nearby trash can. “for fuck’s sake, he's been staring at your ass ever since that party i took you to.” cana pauses, and adds, ”you know, i kinda regret that decision now.”

gray bites his lip in worry. “do you think he’ll want to go out with me?”

cana sputters in disbelief. “i literally just told yo-you know what? i'm leaving, goodbye!”

gray watches mutely as she walks away. he yells her name, and cana gracefully reacts by flipping a finger above her head.

was it just him, or did cana seem sort of averse to all his planning? maybe he should just listen to her and take natsu out for a movie – he couldn’t fuck up a movie, right?

this is it. moment of truth. all he has to do is walk up to him and ask natsu out. knowing himself, that's probably the one thing that he'll fail to do.

juvia kicks his foot under the table. “it won't be weird unless you make it weird.”

“sage advice,” gray grumbles.

juvia kicks him again.

they're in natsu's place of work, the university coffee shop, and maybe the universe really has it in for him, because no sooner does juvia kick his ankles again – “god, how does lucy put up with you,” he hisses under his breath – natsu looks up from the register and locks eyes with gray. he waves him over, gesturing wildly.

gray swallows. takes a deep breath. and gets up to go over.

natsu smiles when he approaches. “took you long enough. don't worry, i don't bite,” natsu adds, snapping his teeth playfully. “your usual, then?”

gray nods, and hands him the change. gray moves over to the next counter, where lucy’s already making his drink, and he's not completely sure, but it feels like juvia’s staring holes into his coat, so he just goes, fuck it, and says in a rush, “why don't we go out tomorrow? there's a movie playing that i wanted to watch.”

and this is when gray’s stomach drops, because natsu was serving a customer when he'd asked, so now he has four pairs of eyes on him.

the customer clears their throat awkwardly, and moves on the next counter. gray is flushing. he can hear juvia snickering behind him.

natsu, though – oh bless this adorable man – natsu simply laughs and repeats himself. “took you long enough.”

natsu comes over early to pick him up for their date. gray nearly has a fit over the callous attitude cana adopts – until she gets fed up and throws a dark blue sweater at his head.

natsu's wearing a peach coat, and gray finds it oddly adorable, the way it doesn't clash but rather complements his similarly coloured hair.

and judging by the way natsu blushes when gray catches him staring, natsu must be a little less confident tonight.

gray: 1, natsu: 0.

since the theater is close enough to walk, they decide against a taxi and take to the streets. as they walk, gray notices how long natsu's arms and how they swing past. he's wearing long sleeves under his coat, so there's no chance of seeing his tattoos tonight. gray sighs inwardly.

they make idle small talk as they walk, and gray's eyes keep darting to natsu's (empty, his mind supplies unhelpfully) hand, until finally, gray prays to the stars above and quietly takes hold of natsu's hand.

natsu jerks and looks at gray for a second, but immediately softens and smiles. gray’s eyes are still wide.

natsu softly squeezes back in reassurance.

snacks? check.

drinks? also check.

movie? the ads have begun playing, so partial check.

natsu? in the bathroom; he promised to be quick.

it's just a simple date, but he anxiety keeps blowing it out of proportion. no, natsu is not doing this out of pity, it's out of genuine interest in him. no, nothing will go wrong eith-

“hey! so, did i miss anything?” natsu says as he plops down next to gray.

“nah, you're just in time.”

gray passes over the popcorn, and settles in as the movie begins playing.

they're barely fifteen minutes in before gray suddenly sits up, and whispers urgently, “natsu, is it just me, or do you smell something burning?”

natsu looks confused for a second. he takes a deep breath and frowns. he suddenly smiles and leans in to whisper in gray's ear, “maybe it's my heart burning for you.”

gray pulls away and looks at him with unconcealed disgust. “really? of all the things y-”

gray stops, because the acrid smell of smoke suddenly gets stronger, and someone in the front row screams.

natsu and gray both get up, and with the added height, they see the source of the smell.

the screen is burning. flames lick across the edges, and gray is suddenly jostled out of the row, as natsu pulls him along to the outside.

“call the fire department!” natsu yells at the cashier.

between the two of them, and the cashier, they manage to get out the very few people inside. it isn't long before the fire department shows up and hurry inside. meanwhile, the rest of them are carted to the street, and the police take down their information in a notepad like a badly written cliche.

natsu bumps his shoulder against gray's. “well, this is a date i won't be forgetting soon,” he jokes.

gray stares at him in horror. “i can't believe this happened.”

natsu laughs. “yeah, but our friends are gonna get such a kick out of this.”

gray swallows. “how about we go home?”

natsu grins. “and reschedule?”

“definitely.”

“you should have just taken him to a diner.” cana’s lying on gray's bed, head hanging off the edge. she yawns, flips over on her stomach, and holds her chin in her hands. “cheeseburgers and fries solve any kind of crisis, trust me.”

gray lifts his head from his desk and looks at her murderously. “you're the one who convinced me to take him to a movie,” he grits out.

“well,” cana begins, “in my defence, it was like nine in the morning, much like right now, and i'd only had one cup of coffee.” she himself, and adds thoughtfully, “you know, now that i think about it, that theater’s been standing for like thirty years. what did they say caused the fire?”

gray lets his head hit the desk with a low thud. “the projector apparently overheated,” he says.

cana lets out a loud laugh. “this is not funny, cana!” gray says, but he can't keep off a tiny smile from his face.

“yeah, but can you believe the timing of-” a sudden chirp causes her to jerk, and she balances herself on one elbow as she pulls her phone out of her pocket.

gray gets up and falls on his face next to cana. “who is it this time?” he asks, voice muffled by the bed.

“mira – she wants to meet up.” cana sighs deeply.

“oh, really? have you told her what happened with laxus yet?”

cana glances darkly at gray. “no. and she doesn't need to, either.”

“just saying, it would've been better for her to hear it from you than someone else. that would be like a bad cliche.”

cana grunts.

“alright then, shakespeare,” gray snarks. cana gets up and sits on his back in retaliation.

gray's trying to shake her off his back when there's a knock on his door. it takes cana by surprise, and it's enough for gray to topple her to the ground. so when gray looks up at the door, natsu's wide eyes are trained on cana.

“huh,” natsu says. “is this a bad time?”

“life is a lie,” cana says from the floor. “time is a concept made by capitalists. what are we humans, but mere-”

“okay, that's our cue to leave,” gray interrupts as he gets up and grabs his coat from where it was hung on the back of his chair. “we can listen to your existential crisis later.” he pushes natsu out of the doorway and waves goodbye to cana. “i'll buy some instant ramen on my way back!” he yells as he pulls on natsu's wrist and runs through the corridors.

once they're outside the dorm building, natsu stutters to a stop, halting gray as well. “well, that wasn't weird at all.”

gray laughs. “nah, i needed to get out of there, anyway.” gray cocks his head. “wait a second, why did you come over?”

natsu scratches behind his ear, and says, “i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out. with me, i mean. there's this flea market in town and i thought you'd want to go – with me, obviously.”

holy shit, he's so adorable, gray coos internally. thankfully, he doesn't say it out loud. instead, he says, “yeah, i'd love to.”

natsu takes him to the park on the other end of town. thought he doesn't mention it, it isn't gray's first time at this particular park. the only way natsu will ever know his past adventures with cana would be either over his dead body, or if he got cana drunk enough.

the market is big, bright and colourful; the vendors sell cheap trinkets like bracelets and plastic toys. they're beautiful, but gray can tell that they won't last a month.

natsu is almost like an overexcited puppy in the way that he pulls gray to each stall. natsu pulls him more often to the food vendors but gray won't complain. cana had begun her spiel early enough that he wasn't able to eat any breakfast, and once natsu learns this, he eagerly pushes gray to the closest park bench.

“you have to eat,” natsu repeats, and gray smiles fondly at his actions. it isn’t long before their table is filled with enough food to supply a small army. natsu laughs at the analogy when gray tells him.

“sure, but we’re a two-man army, we gotta fill up,” natsu says thoughtfully. “oh,” he adds, “let me go buy a bottle of water. be back soon!”

gray watches him walk away mutely. if he hadn’t been fortunate enough to walk into the university coffee shop rather than the one he usually goes to, gray wonders if he would have met natsu in some other way. maybe it was meant to be.

or maybe the sap in him was clawing his way out.

gray hasn’t taken his eyes off natsu even though natsu had muttered a quiet, “you can start eating, it’s okay,” before leaving. it’s precisely because he hasn’t stopped watching natsu that he sees what happens so very clearly.

natsu’s walking on the bicycle path back to their table, but before gray can tell him to step off the path, he sees a cyclist behind natsu coming at an unimaginable speed. gray gets up and yells, but the damage is already done.

natsu’s on the ground, hand clutching his head. the bottle of water he had bought rolls away from him, and gray scoops it up as he runs over. a few people are already crowding around natsu and the cyclist. gray pushes his way forward through the crowd, and kneels next to natsu.

“that was a hell of a crash,” gray starts. “are you okay?”

natsu doesn’t reply, and merely points to the cyclist next to him. she’s clutching her foot, and her face is screwed up in pain. gray shifts over to her, once he glances over natsu to see he’s okay. “on a scale of one to ten, how much does your foot hurt?”

“ten,” she whimpers out, and gray blindly reaches back for the bottle of water he had set down before. he hands it to the girl and she gulps it down hurriedly. natsu appears behind gray, and nudges him. “do you wanna take her to the hospital?”

the girl doesn’t seem to hear natsu, so gray relays the question once again. she hesitantly nods, and says, “i need to call my parents though.”

“sure. do you want to borrow my cell phone?”

the crowd dissipates, and after a while, gray talks to the girl’s parents himself. they agree to meet at the small clinic close to the park (gray doesn’t know where it is, but natsu shakes his shoulder and says he’ll guide them), and gray hangs up.

“so,” gray begins awkwardly. natsu jabs him in the ribs with his elbow and helps the girl onto her feet. she’s shaky on her feet and her knees nearly buckle, but natsu holds on.

“i’m asuka,” she says. gray notices natsu cock his head slightly at her voice.

“wait,” natsu interrupts. “asuka connell?”

asuka grins in surprise. “yeah!” she suddenly frowns. “i'm sorry, do i know you?”

natsu shakes his head. “no, no, i know your parents! i haven't seen them in a long while – this is going to be fun.”

gray crouches down, and with natsu's help, they get asuka perched on gray’s back. gray stands up straight, and asuka giggles.

the clinic is right around the bend, and they arrive in less than a minute. natsu barges ahead and opens the door for them, and a little bell sounds overhead. the place smells of faint disinfectant, gray notes, though that was probably expected of medical centres.

a head pops up from behind the counter, and gray whips his head around. asuka giggles from behind his shoulder and exclaims, “hello, wendy!” wendy is a short blue-haired girl who looks younger than gray, but seems to be old enough to hold down a job, judging by her nametag. wendy frowns at gray, and gray is confused for a moment before he realises that he still has asuka on his back. he moves to set her down, and wendy comes closer. “i’m pretty sure we’d be out of business if asuka didn’t come in every other week,” she jokes. “what is it this time?”

asuka's parents arrive fairly quickly, and after a quick lecture on safety, they spot natsu, and there's a sudden cry of joy. natsu hugs them so fiercely it has gray feeling slightly jealous, but he’s soon pacified when natsu holds his hand afterward and introduces gray as his boyfriend.

it isn’t until they’re walking back that it suddenly hits gray – their date was ruined again. gray looks over at natsu to voice his thoughts, but he falters when he sees the serene smile on his face.

gray holds his hand a bit tighter.

he opens his mouth to speak but natsu beats him to it. “this is sort of funny, you know.”

“how so?”

“i don’t think i’ve had to work this hard for a date in a long, long time.”

“that’s a big fucking mood,” gray breathes out, and they both burst into a fit of giggles.

“do you wanna try again? i mean, there’s only so many dates that could go wrong before the universe decides to throw us a bone.” natsu shrugs, and gray finds it endearing enough to want to tease him.

“someone’s pretty eager,” he remarks, and gray won’t deny it, it’s an absolute pleasure to see natsu’s ears go red.

natsu glares in faux anger, and gray laughs and pinches his cheek. natsu gently shoves his hand off and pouts. “let’s reschedule again,” he sighs.

and gray doesn’t know what possesses him to do it (cana would say that he was “in the moment”), but he tugs on natsu’s hand, leans in, and softly kisses him. when he pulls away, natsu’s looking at him with wide eyes. “that was... nice,” natsu tells him.

they both flush red, and natsu refuses to speak a word out of embarrassment all the way back to the dorms.

gray still kisses him again when they get to his room, even if it’s just to see the red on natsu’s face again.

cana slaps his thigh in laughter. “watching you two dance around each other is giving me an aneurysm,” she tells him mid-cackle.

they're in the common grounds in front of their dorms, cana sprawling across the grass and gray with his legs crossed leaning against a tree. the tree is large enough to provide shade for a good two meters in perimeter and gray wonders how old the tree actually is.

cana slaps him again. “hey, don't ignore me!”

“i wasn't aware you had anything to say.”

“you know, it sucks being the only single one in your friend group,” cana huffs, “because then i have to listen to all of your whining.”

gray narrows his eyes. “juvia's been talking to you, huh?”

gray laughs when all cana does is groan out loud. “you don't get to comment,” cana says. “i still think you should take natsu to a diner.” “cana, please.” “it’s indoors, safe, and also an additional bonus: food. the worst you can get is a coffee stain on your clothes.”

“is mira not available to annoy? or is this special treatment?” “i oughta lock you out of your room for this disrespect.”

“i still have your photos from when you were a teenager, do you really want to piss me off?”

“...have fun on your date.” cana acquiesces. “that’s what i thought.”

gray whips out a pair of tickets and waves them in front of natsu. “so? how about it?”

“you’re delusional if you think i'm going to turn that offer down,” natsu scoffs. “i mean, cotton candy? it’s a big yes from me.”

“good, the carnival’s only half an hour away and the next train is in twenty minutes,” gray says, grabbing natsu’s hand and pulling him along. the wind is cold against their face, and gray pulls up the collar of his coat. he’s wearing his lucky brown coat, the one that’s long enough to cover his knees. this is the third time they’ve rescheduled – gray is going to need all the luck he can get.

natsu pays for their train tickets (“you got us the carnival tickets, so shush”) and the train pulls in exactly ten minutes later. natsu looks a bit green when they climb aboard, but gray doesn’t mention it. it’s only after a while when natsu looks absolutely dead inside that gray cautiously asks him if he’s alright.

“oh yea- just peachy,” natsu chokes out. gray gapes at him in shock.

“no way,” gray says. “are you motion sick?”

natsu doesn’t reply – rather, he just looks at gray pleadingly. if that look was supposed to make gray sympathetic towards natsu, then he had another thing coming.

gray pulls out his phone. “blackmail is always a good choice.”

they’re entering the fair when gray cheekily pipes up, “so i suppose roller coasters are a no, then?”

natsu whines as gray laughs at him. “don’t be mean to me,” he pouts, and it’s so unbearably adorable that gray reaches up and kisses him. natsu smiles at him so sweetly afterwards that it physically hurts gray, and since gray doesn’t know how to handle it, he pulls them to the closest food stall. by his logic, natsu should have his attention diverted.

“cotton candy!” natsu exclaims. fuck yeah, gray thinks.

natsu sneakily puts his hand in gray’s coat pocket, and gray simply curls his fingers around natsu’s and doesn’t mention it. they make their way around each stall, not buying much, content with just perusing.

“haunted houses are a must,” natsu says a few minutes later, through a mouthful of cotton candy. gray fights back a smile because natsu probably thinks that he’ll scream, but gray doesn’t know how to break it to him that he’s never been one for jump scares.

he doesn’t tell him, and instead enjoys the disappointed look on natsu’s face when they come out. “you didn’t even scream once,” natsu accuses.

“were you expecting me to?” “it would have been appreciated, seeing as i was the only one who did scream in there,” natsu says.

“yeah, but you have to admit – it was sort of funny.”

natsu scowls and walks ahead, forgetting that gray still had his hand in a vise grip. as a result, gray gets pulled along roughly too, and he nearly trips. natsu looks over his shoulder at him, and asks in a singsong voice, “are-you-okay?”

“that’s it, come here,” gray yells, and natsu books it. gray chases him as fast as he can, but natsu’s too fast for him, and gray ends up having to rest on a little bench by the entrance. natsu tries to walk past him, pretending to ignore him, but gray reaches out a hand and pulls him down to sit next to him.

they sit close together, natsu slightly out of breath, and gray humming. they sit in silence, watching family and friends enjoy the carnival. there’s a little girl with a teddy bear running around with her brother, and gray points them out to natsu. he smiles at the sight, and in turn points to a boy piggybacking a girl through the carnival. gray laughs – the scene is absolutely adorable.

“okay,” natsu says. “not to freak you out, but i think it’s – maybe? – raining.”

gray sticks his palm out and almost immediately catches a few drops. “oh fuck,” he utters.

natsu grabs his hand and pulls him quick to the exit hoping to outrun the rain, but the rain is hard and it is fast. it doesn’t take long before they’re both completely wet, and gray has to fling his overly long coat over the both of them to protect them. they duck into an storefront that has a sunshade over the front. they're accompanied by a family of five, and gray stands as close to natsu as possible so as to let them stand comfortablely. it's while he's shifting that gray sees it – a diner, right across the street.

cana's words float in his head, and gray laughs out loud. natsu cocks his head and looks at him oddly, and gray simply points to the diner.

“do you want to go in?” asks natsu.

“it's warm, safe and there's food. you're delusional if you think i'm going to turn that offer down,” gray says with a cheeky smile.

they run through the rain one last time and approach the door of the diner. they're shielded from the rain at this angle, and natsu shakes himself dry like a wet dog. gray puts his arms up, and yells, “no, stop it! bad natsu!”

that only makes natsu shake his head faster, and gray’s previously dry face is now completely wet.

“you’re horrible,” gray tells him. natsu sticks his tongue out at him in response.

the blast of warm air from inside the diner nearly knocks gray off his feet – he wasn’t expecting it at all. the diner’s pretty crowded, mostly full of people who were caught in the rain like themselves. the waiters are passing out spare towels to the ones who came in, and gray and natsu thankfully accept. gray starts toweling his head and watches as natsu does the same. when they’re done natsu excuses himself to go to the restroom and gray tries to find a spare table.

he finds a small table in the corner, wedged between two others, and natsu joins him soon. they flag down a waitress and they order themselves cheeseburgers (gray can already hear cana's laughter in his head) and fries.

“why do you keep giggling like that?” natsu suddenly asks.

gray's caught off guard. “say what?”

natsu repeats the question. gray buries his head in his hands. “that's because cana kept telling me to take you to a diner as a first date, and i kept shooting her down.” gray gestures around them. “and now look where we are.”

“and why didn't you? take me to a diner, that is?”

gray pauses. “because i wanted to take you someplace fun.”

natsu clicks his tongue and places his hand on the table. gray automatically places his hand on natsu's and natsu clutches it tight. “you keep forgetting that i'm trying to date you because it's you. as long as you're there, any place will be fun.” natsu has an earnest look in his eyes, and fuck, if gray isn't weak for big expressive eyes.

“that's...a very sweet thing to say.” gray finally says.

“i meant it,” natsu tells him.

their food arrives and they unlink hands to dig in. it isn't soon before they're done and paying the check (“let's split it,” natsu says, and gray agrees). the rain hasn't completely stopped but it's turned into a light drizzle. the station isn't far away, and they make it there before the rain picks up again.

“are you sure we can't walk back to campus?” natsu chances.

gray looks at him, affronted. “campus is half an hour away, natsu! and that's by train!”

natsu grumbles, and he turns a little green when the train pulls in to the station. gray holds his hand tighter and tells him, “you can lean on me if you want.”

“that would be appreciated, thank you,” natsu answers gratefully.

he's adorable, gray thinks. and when they're seated and the train begins to pull away from the station, and natsu immediately leans his head on gray's shoulder, gray thinks that it would be very easy to fall in love with natsu.

very, very easy.

#gratsu #gratsu fanfiction #fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction #gray x natsu #natray #natray fanfiction #TTTF writes #ft #ft fanfic #our nights are endless just like the stars and sand [gratsu]

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we are each other's nightscape, each other's moons

yALL, I AM BACK AKDJGKD

I had a sudden burst of creativity this morning and I really really had to get this out asap! reblogs are appreciated, please, they really really make my day!

[title taken from moonchild, from RM's new album mono.]

up on AO3!!!

this is a second part to [you're like the summer without the overbearing heat], but you don't necessarily have to read it to understand! but it would be appreciated ajdjgk

proofread by @mdelpin (thank you!!!)

pairing: gratsu

words: 1203

summary: an alphabetical summary of how gray and natsu are stupidly in love. fluff, one shot, modern AU. sequel to this fic.

1. arrival

natsu appears like a sudden burst of rain in gray's life. natsu makes him giddy enough that he nearly sees an eighth colour in the rainbow. he wonders if this is permanent.

natsu stays for far longer than a may shower though.

2. baseball

“come on, it will be fun! besides, we promised erza that we would support her,” natsu pouts cutely at gray, and gray reluctantly agrees.

and besides, it's not like the giant array of snacks and drinks natsu bought is going to stop him from holding his hand.

3. competition

they're both competitive to a fault. some days it's adorable, like a squabble over who can get the other more flowers, and other times, it's petty, and more often than not, a simple case of jealousy.

4. disaster

their first date is a collision of unlikely catastrophic events. fire, a hospital, and unlikely weather is involved.

5. expression

gray doesn't speak to natsu some days. but that's alright, natsu assures him over and over, everyone needs some time to themselves.

6. family

natsu meets gray's brother three weeks after their first date. lyon shows up around closing time, and warns him of an “accident” if he were to – hypothetically – break gray's heart.

gray thinks it's embarrassing. natsu thinks it's sweet.

7. guitar

there's an acoustic guitar lying on natsu’s bed. it's a pretty light brown, with hand painted zodiac patterns creeping up the sides.

“i didn't realise you could play,” gray says quietly.

natsu blushes. “ah, i can't actually. lucy left that last time she came over.”

“oh,” gray remarks.

natsu catches on to his slight disappointment. “but i could learn?” he adds shyly.

gray nods, smiling softly.

8. homework

“i'm telling you, the professor has it in for me!” gray groans and flops his head on the table.

natsu puts down a mug filled with warm tea next to his books. “here, why don't you drink this while we both finish our workload?”

9. independence

cana likes to joke that ever since they got together, gray and natsu have merged into one being. gray doesn't find it funny, especially since he's someone who absolutely cherishes his solitude at times.

he doesn't deny that it makes him happy when natsu tells cana off for her comment.

10. judgement

“are you kidding me? charmander is obviously the best starter pokemon!”

“this is it. this is how we break up, huh? over my boyfriend's bad taste in starter pokemon.”

“hey!”

11. kite

gray shows up with a pair of colourful kites at his door. “let's fly them in the park,” he says.

natsu only stops to get his keys and a coat before joining him.

12. library

midterms approach. they've both become accustomed to spending late nights at their university library. sometimes it's natsu who drags gray back home, and sometimes it's gray who pushes natsu out of his cramming.

13. medicine

the weather changes quickly enough for natsu to catch a cold. it isn't long before gray finds out and barges into his apartment, armed to the brim with medicine and food.

14. new

gray is quiet. he knows that. dating natsu makes him come out of his comfort zone, and gray finds that he doesn't particularly mind it. likewise, natsu finds himself enjoying the peace and quiet every now and then, and learns to put himself first.

15. oven

gray enlists lucy’s help in baking natsu's birthday cake. turns out lucy’s horrible at it, and they have to call in lucy’s girlfriend.

juvia saves all of their asses though.

16. photograph

natsu doesn't like his photo taken much. something about how he can't pose right. gray proves him wrong by taking several candid photos of him. gray now has at least five photos of natsu hung up in his bedroom.

17. quilt

it's cold. gray doesn't really care. natsu does.

he calls a truce by bringing over an old quilt he received from ur a long, long time ago.

18. reaction

some say that gray doesn't really respond much, but natsu knows for a fact that gray likes to scrunch up his nose when he laughs; that one corner of his lips always, always pulls up when he sleeps; that when he cries, it's always silent, and his nose goes red almost immediately; that sometimes the laugh natsu gets to pull out from gray when he least expects it, is one of the sweetest sounds he can ever hear.

19. story

when natsu was sick, he had apparently mumbled a request for gray to read out loud for him. gray recalls it with a smile, while natsu groans and denies it.

natsu secretly pulls up the memory when he can't fall asleep.

20. twirl

“spin for me,” gray says with a laugh, and natsu obliges, showing off his tuxedo. it's cut to his figure, and makes him look better than usual. gray can't take his eyes off of him.

“stop eyeing me like that,” natsu grins.

“oh?” gray answers. “if that's what you want,” he adds, turning around.

gray laughs once more when he hears natsu whine.

21. umbrella

“the forecast said it was going to be sunny!”

“i thought we've already established that you can't trust any weather forecast unless juvia approves it.”

“well, you know my apartment's only a couple of blocks from here, wanna make a run for it?”

22. virus

out of the two of them, natsu's much more susceptible to illnesses. gray blames it on his ramen diet. natsu blames it on the universe getting back at him for being so handsome.

23. wallpaper

“gray, my hands are busy, do you mind checking my email for me? i should be getting a response back from my professor.”

gray reaches for the phone, and immediately cringes when he sees the lockscreen. “really, natsu? can you be any more predictable?”

“if this is about my lockscreen, i'll have you know that is a very adorable picture of you!” natsu calls out.

gray grins. “if you say so,” he answers as he clicks the email app.

24. year

“i said no presents!”

“but it's been an entire year since we started dating! surely that warrants a small gift?”

“but-”

“besides i know you have something for me in your sock drawer, i saw it while cleaning up.”

25. xerox

papers litter the bedroom floor. natsu gingerly makes his way over to the bed where gray lies spread eagle. natsu flops onto him, gray grunting at the sudden weight. “what's with the paper avalanche, einstein?”

gray groans. “i fell asleep at the library and took too many copies of the same paper. i woke up because the machine started making this weird noise.” gray lifts his head and looks at natsu lying on his chest. “i think i broke it, natsu. what am i gonna do? i can't afford to replace it!”

“was it this weird beep beep noise?”

“y-yeah, how do you know that?”

natsu laughs. “ah, don't worry, gray, that’s just the noise it makes when it runs out of paper.”

26. zest

gray doesn't know how long it's been since they started dating – it's usually natsu who keeps track of all the little anniversaries. first date; first christmas; one thousand day anniversary.

gray just knows that each day he spends with natsu is happier than the last.

#tttf writes #gratsu #fairy tail #gratsu fanfiction #ft fanfiction #ft #fanfiction #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #gray x natsu #natsu x gray #we are each other's nightscapes each other's moon (gratsu) #yall #im in love with this fic blease #ft fanfics #gratsu fanfics

[antomec]

also if i can request more for the prompt list: 6 and 2 would be nice!! any pair will do

thank you for sending this in!!struggled a lot with this ngl, but anyway have this.up on AO3 and FF.net!words: 380warnings: nightmares

with everything that’s lucy’s encountered since her very first mission, it’s hard to say when her night terrors begin. quite probably it started after galuna island, but she’d rather not think about that ordeal. 

some nights, she wakes up gasping for breath, dreaming of the depths of a lake, and other nights, she dreams of creatures she’s not sure she’s seen before. they chase her as she runs, faster than she could have imagined herself running. she won’t remember if she outran them – the dreams always shift before she finds out.some nights – some blissful, quiet nights – she dreams of nothing. and in her experience, sometimes, nothing is good. she doesn’t tell anyone at first. no, how could she? she was the light of their guild, how could she tell them that she’s terrified of going to sleep at times?

she doesn’t tell anyone, but natsu figures it out anyway. he shows up a week after her first dark circles are prominent enough to get mira asking worriedly, “what’s wrong?”

lucy brushes it off with a laugh and blames it on the stress from her last mission.

“i need a place to stay,” is what natsu tells her when he shows up that night. he tells her a badly made-up story of how he destroyed his house, but lucy lets him in even though she knows he’s lying.

dinner is a quiet affair, and they soon turn in for the night. natsu takes the couch without complaint, and they bid each other goodnight.

she dreams that night, a haunting dream that has her screaming for her spirits to run, and before she realises, natsu is at her side trying to calm her down. she flinches in alarm – she hadn’t remembered that he was over.

“hey, hey, calm down,” natsu says as he pats her head gently. “they can’t hurt you anymore. don’t worry.”

lucy falls into sleep soon, and the only indicator that she had woken up in the middle of the night was a curled-up natsu on the floor. she looks down at him, and after a split-second of thought, grabs her blanket and tucks it under him.

her fears probably won’t disappear overnight, but maybe now she could rely a little on natsu too.

#TTTF answers #TTTF writes #fairy tail #sawascale #fanfiction #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #[ft drabbles]

[antomec]

you’re like the summer without the overbearing heat

i can’t believe it, i’ve finally finished it. as some of you may know, the past couple of months have been very rough for me, and the last two weeks have been chaos as my hometown has been completely flooded. please please consider donating or if you can’t please reblog these posts here and here! thank you so much!

this is for you @akiko-natsuko + @writer-appreciation ! also i highly recommend listening to this on repeat.

[title taken from Oh My! by SEVENTEEN]

THERE IS ART FOR THIS FIC DRAWN BY THE LOVELY @kaatseye WHICH YOU CAN FIND HERE!!

you can also find this on AO3 and FF.net!

words: 2755

pairing: gratsu

summary: while it is technically not his first time seeing this particular figure, gray’s also got no business being this concerned over it. but he’s always been good at lying to himself, so he will absolutely not admit to himself that the reason why he’s so worked up about this particular person is the fact that he is impossibly cute. coffeeshop AU, fluff, oneshot. 

the first time gray sees him, it’s with a faint sense of recognition. and then he realises, that no, he isn’t going insane, it’s because he’s seen him around the campus. it is slightly hard to camouflage a head of bright pink hair, especially in a sea of dark colours.

so, yes, while it is technically not his first time seeing this particular figure, he’s also got no business being this concerned over it. but he’s always been good at lying to himself, so he will absolutely not admit to himself that the reason why he’s so worked up about this particular person is the fact that he is impossibly cute.

right now, gray stands in line at the campus coffee shop, a bag slung over his shoulder. it is late september, and the air is slightly chillier than usual. the segue into october and the winter months is slow but easily noticeable. however, gray is better than most people at handling the cold, so while he does notice the slight chill in the air, it’s not enough for him to lose his head.

the line moves forward.

it’s late afternoon, and a thursday, so while the coffee shop could be crowded, it isn’t, but gray supposes it’s probably because the last classes of the day aren’t quite done yet.

the line moves forward again.

gray focuses on his phone in the meantime, and he gets lost in the lives of his friends for a while, choosing to ignore the distinctive (read: cute) barista. until very quickly, he is the next customer. he looks up and the barista immediately locks eyes with him.

it’s obvious that he’s tired but his eyes still light up for some unfathomable reason (who in their right mind would be happy after working for so long? certainly not gray, that’s for sure) and he speaks up, “what can i get for you today?”

gray isn’t so mesmerised that he forgets his usual order, but instead rattles it off as usual. what he does slip up on, is his name (for some goddamn reason) but he somehow chokes it out, and because gray is a believer in fair play, he sneaks a look at the (cute, the voice at the back of his mind supplies unhelpfully. gray tells it to fuck right off) barista’s nametag. it’s clearly made of metal, but for some reason there’s a piece of paper stuck on it with clear tape, and it reads harry potter.

gray doesn’t really care for j.k. rowling, but he can definitely say that the barista in front of him is most definitely not named harry potter.

and it seems that he forgot that he was only supposed to be glancing, because he’s fully staring, and the barista calls him out on it. “it was a bet and i lost,” he clarifies and gray immediately wonders if the pink hair is part of the bet as well, and his eyes must have either strayed to his head, or the boy is very good at gauging expressions, because the barista follows it up with, “the hair is a personal choice. the fact that it pisses off a lot of the professors here is just a plus.”

gray snorts – he can’t help himself.

“you can take a seat,” the barista adds. “i’ll call you in five minutes, tops.”

gray nods, and walks off to the closest armchair he sees. he loses himself in the lives of his friends again on his phone again. and this time when the barista calls his name, he is prepared, and collects his drink as quickly as possible.

it’s the last day of september, and gray wants something sugary, something that’s sure to give him a sugar rush. it’s been a couple of days since he’s gone to the campus coffee shop, and try as he might, he can’t quite get the peculiar barista out of his mind. so he decides to indulge himself.

this time, he’s determined to find out the boy’s name.

however, it’s a bright-eyed, chipper girl who takes his order instead, and gray feels – disappointed, his mind says, but gray shoves the thought down as far as he can – like he’s failed in his small personal quest. but after he pays and finds a seat, the voice that calls his name is the familiar deep voice of that particular barista.

“did you miss me?” the barista asks with a sly grin.

he’s right, but gray doesn’t spend too much time thinking on it. instead, his first act of business is figuring out his barista’s name. his eyes stray to the nametag, and he’s more than confused when it just says arthur dent.

“uhhhh,” gray begins, eloquently. “did you lose another bet?”

the barista grins and shakes his head, pink hair falling into his eyes rather adorably. he blows on it, and answers, “it’s a...personal choice.”

for a second, gray feels shocked. is he actually flirting, or has gray.exe stopped working?

he decides to take the plunge. “you already know my name, so i feel like it’s only fair that i know yours too,” he says, smoothly.

“and where’s the fun in that?” the barista answers, winking at him.

sirens go off in gray’s head. mayday, mayday, houston? houston, are you there?

“uhhh, yeah, sure,” gray stumbles through his words. “sure,” he repeats, for added measure.

the barista merely grins at him, and hands him his drink. without further ado, gray promptly whirls on his feet and starts walking.

john watson. that’s what his nametag reads today, and it prompts gray to ask, "why not sherlock?"

the barista's wearing a short sleeved shirt underneath his apron today, and it has him slightly in awe because the boy has tattoos running up and down his right arm. not as many as that it would look like a sleeve but enough to look pretty. from this angle, all he can see are small moons and suns and stars and something with a tail curling around his elbow. “john is underappreciated,” is all he offers, and gray leaves, even more confused.

gray makes it a habit to stop by after his classes for the day is done, and some days he’ll see the barista – “i’m your favourite barista, right?” he asks gray one day, and gray answers, “sure, why not?” – and some days he won’t, and eventually they talk of their classes, and schedules, and gray is pleasantly surprised to know that his new friend is an environmental sciences major.

it’s a new name every time he comes in, and gray is only slightly disappointed that he has yet to know the cute (he’ll admit it this time) barista’s name. he and gray are similar in height and build, with the only glaring difference being their hair.

one day, his nametag reads lisbeth salander, and when gray looks up in confusion, the barista shrugs and says, pointing to his blonde co-worker, “lucy told me to do it.” lucy looks at them, unimpressed.

another time, it’s primrose everdeen, and all the barista says, “she deserved better.” gray nods in agreement.

the next day, it says frodo baggins, and gray asks him who he was supposed to be. however, he gets an affronted look, and the barista softly utters, “are you telling me you don’t know who frodo is?”

gray shakes his head. the barista sighs, and adds, “i had more faith in you.”

“you cannot spend the whole of your second year cooped up inside this room,” cana says. she’s his oldest friend, and while they aren’t roommates, she spends most of her time in gray’s room. gray wonders if it’s because she knows he doesn’t exactly like spending time outside.

“you know i didn’t exactly have the best grades in first year,” gray puts his pen down and closes his laptop. he swivels on his chair and turns to face cana, who’s currently lying face down on his bed. “i gotta work hard to make up for it, cana.”

“that doesn’t mean you have to waste away inside this stuffy room,” cana says, gesturing wildly around the room. “let loose once in a while, what’s the harm?”

“last time you said that, i had to carry you back on foot, all the way from the other side of campus. i’m pretty sure i threw out my back that day.”

“nonsense! so it happened once, what are the odds of it happening again?”

“considering it’s you we’re talking – highly likely.” gray gets up from his chair and starts to push cana off the couch. “now if you want me to go out with you to this very awful party, i would suggest you leave me alone so i can finish my workload.”

cana tumbles over, and gets up smoothly as though it hadn’t happened. she walks backward to the door, saluting gray as she passes him. “yes sir, mr. gray!”

“cana, watch out, you’ll cra-”

cana crashes into the wall, and gray looks on in exasperation.

“do i really have to?”

“don’t you dare back out now, you coward.”

gray groans, and lets cana pull him out of his apartment. the breeze is cool enough to fully wake him up, and the rabid manner in which cana keeps jostling him makes him want to pull his hair in frustration. “you know, i am not above whining to get my way,” he informs her.

“and i’m not above dragging you by your hair. keep moving, hotshot.”

all too soon, they’re knocking at the door of the party. gray sees a blonde girl jump out of a window, with a blue-haired girl hot on her trails. belatedly, he realises that the blonde is lucy from the coffee shop.

“this is gray,” cana suddenly speaks, startling him. “he’s my friend. don’t bite him,” she adds, winking at the man by the door.

“sure,” the man drawls. “i’ll try my best.”

gray looks on, eyes wide. he glances questioningly at cana, as if to ask what the fuck cana, and cana merely smiles toothily at him. he wonders, not for the first time that night, whether cana is already drunk.

she probably is.

they make their way inside, and the smell of sweat and cheap beer and perfume is strong even to make him gag, but thankfully, cana pulls him into the kitchen and pushes a solo cup (cliche, but gray isn’t going to mention it) into his hands, and gray says, “fuck it,” and tries to down the whole cup in one go. he tries but he chokes halfway, and cana whoops from beside him.

he somehow sputters through his drink, and when he looks around, he sees cana already chatting with people she knows. he feels like an abandoned koala, waiting for something to emerge so that he can attach himself to it.

maybe the alcohol is kicking in already.

gray is definitely tipsy when he catches sight of pink hair. and since he’s tipsy, he thinks it’s just his imagination. and it isn’t proved wrong until the pink hair actually bobs up to him. he puts out a hand to catch it, because it looks so soft and bubblegum-like that he must absolutely know if it feels the same. and it does. it feels super-soft.

he still thinks its his imagination, because who in the fuck would have actual pink hair?

he pulls on the hair, and he’s startled when there’s a face suddenly in his personal bubble. the face is cute, boyish even. “gray, please let go of my hair,” the boy pleads. gray reluctantly lets go, pouting.

“oh wow, you are super drunk, aren’t you?” the boy asks.

gray doesn’t answer, just stumbles a bit, and shoots him a look, as if to ask, does this answer your question?

the boy laughs, and holds gray’s wrist as he pulls him into the kitchen again. the boy looks familiar, and gray can’t shake the feeling that he’s seen him before.

the boy pushes a glass (a glass!) into his hands, full of clear liquid, saying, “drink, you’ll feel better.”

gray narrows his eyes – or at least, he tries to. he has absolutely no clue if it’s working – and asks, “are you trying to get me drunk?”

the boy laughs loudly, and grins at him brightly. “oh trust me,” he says, “you’re plenty drunk as it is. it’s just water, now drink up.”

gray frowns, and decides to trust him. and just like before, he chokes halfway.

unlike cana though, his new friend yelps and starts frantically rubbing his back all the while squealing, “are you okay? you should have gone slower! it’s not a shot, for fuck’s sake!”

gray giggles, and waves his around in an attempt to calm him down. “im…fine!”

the boy looks at him with wide eyes, and gray pinches his cheeks. his eyes grow impossibly wider.

“alright, who did you come with,” he asks, gently pulling gray’s hands off his face. “let me go find them.”

“cana,” gray chokes out, and promptly starts to gag. his new friend grabs him by the shoulder, seemingly knowing what was coming, and shoves him toward the kitchen sink. gray throws up in a matter of minutes.

cana’s face comes into view, along with her cackling. he’s sure the cackling is directed towards him. and unfortunately, it’s the last thing he experiences before he passes out.

cana is the one who tells him exactly what he was upto the night before, and she does it exactly two minutes after he’s just woken up. he mouth still feels stale, and cana nearly loses her shit recalling his misadventures. who would have known, she says, that you were actually a party animal underneath all that?

gray escapes the instant cana has her back turned, and hurries quickly into his room. he brushes his teeth and slips on a comfy sweater and his sneakers before he rushes out of his room.

“you’re lucky you had natsu with y-”

“natsu?”

“yeah, nats– holy shit don’t tell me you forgot about him! tall, pink hair, tattoos? i’m actually low-key disappointed in you right now.”

“his name’s natsu? that’s...cool.”

cana looks at him with an unamused stare.”you know what? i don’t even wanna know.” she turns around to the sink and starts rinsing her cup. “you do you, my dumbass friend. you do you.”

gray slams the door open to the coffee shop. lucky for him, there’s absolutely no one in there. not even natsu.

a small blonde head suddenly pops out from under the counter and waves cheerily at him. gray weakly waves back and slowly exits the coffee shop. and promptly walks into someone.

books clatter to the ground, and gray drops to the ground immediately, muttering apologies as he hurriedly picks up each book. “i’m so sorry, i wasn’t paying attent-”

he’s interrupted by a tan hand coming into his view. he knows that hand. it has little constellations over the wrists. there’s no way he’s ever going to forget those.

“hi,” natsu says. “how’s your hangover?”

gray shakes his head. “i don’t really get hangovers.”

natsu chuckles. “cana must be really envious of you, then,” he answers, and it causes gray to groan loudly. “i know, she never shuts up about it!”

they stand up straight, and gray blurts out, “it’s natsu, right?”

the pink-haired boy laughs. “natsu dragneel, at your service,” he says, and does a little bow. “i was going to be gandalf today anyway,” he adds. his arm goes up above his head and he scratches his neck rather adorably. “so, uh,” he begins. “what would you say to getting coffee? i mean you’re already here, and i need to go in – i mean,you don’t have to, but i would love to keep talking to you, which is why–”

“sure,” gray interrupts, deciding to save natsu from further embarrassment. “i’d love that, actually.”

he beams at gray, and gray feels himself returning it, when a loud bang catches them both off-guard. “natsu! come help me already!” lucy’s head appears in the doorway, and disappears as quickly as it had appeared.

they look at each other, and gray walks forward into the shop, still carrying natsu’s books. natsu follows him, and leaves to go into the back of the shop. he comes back out quickly, wrapping a dark brown apron around himself. “the usual?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

“the usual,” gray confirms, and smiles softly.

#verasficexchange #ficwritersummerexchange #gratsu #fairy tail #fanfiction #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #ft fanfiction #gratsu fanfiction #ft fanfics #fairy tail fanfiction #gray x natsu #ft #you're like the summer without the overbearing heat [gratsu] #TTTF writes #gawd i was so soft while i was writing this y'all have no idea #also the art made by kaat for this is just superb im speechless she knocked me for a fuckin loop

[antomec]

“I thought I should give you this back.”

prompt-based drabble fic! clocking in at 542 words, i have no fucking clue what this is! reblogs are appreciated!

Gray knocked on the door. “Lucy, it’s me! Open up.” He shifted the box beneath his arm to make himself a bit more comfortable.

“Coming!” He heard her yell on the other side. Something shuffled behind the door, and he thought he might’ve heard someone argue with Lucy. The noise abruptly stopped and Lucy pulled the door open. “Oh, it’s just you,” she says dismissively. She had her hair up in a ponytail and Gray’s eyes followed it swishing behind her.

“Hi?” He answered with uncertainty. “Is there someone else here? ‘Cause I could have sworn-”

“Huh?” Lucy glanced over her shoulder. “Oh yeah, I think I have Cana and Lisanna over.”

“You think?” Gray could barely finish speaking before he was yanked into Lucy’s room and had the door slam behind him. Lucy shoved him against the door, leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Is Natsu outside?”

Gray had stopped functioning the moment she had had him pushed up against the door, but her question somehow faintly registered in his mind. “Ummm, no?”

Gray didn’t expect her to suddenly release him, so he slumped against the door, eyes wide. Lucy whirled around, and yelled into the room, “Coast is clear, girls!”

At the call, Cana and Erza emerged from the inner rooms. It seemed they were hiding – but why?

Lucy took them in, and then asked, “Where’s Lisanna?”

Erza answered with a shrug, “She didn’t want to risk it, so she escaped through the window.”

Gray whipped his head to the window. We’re on the first floor of the building!

Lucy nodded and seemed to accept Erza’s answer. Gray became more confused with each second that passed. Gray shuffled the box in his arms uneasily. As though she had only just noticed, Lucy asked, “What’s with the box?”

“Oh, just some of your clothes that you left over. I thought I should give you this back.” Gray was moving apartments, so he was returning things as soon as he found them in his cluttered mess of an apartment.

“Oh thank you,” Lucy said as she took the box from him, and without a moment's hesitation, she flung it to her side.

Just what the hell is going on here?

“Oh, not to worry, Gray,” Cana piped up. “We stole something from Natsu and we’re hiding from him.”

“What did you steal?” He asked cautiously.

“His scarf,” Erza grinned. Gray’s jaw dropped. This particular bunch of girls was always wild, but he didn’t realise that they were borderline mental.

“He’s gonna tear you from limb-to-limb,” Gray stated matter-of-factly.

“We know,” Cana giggled.

“Gray,” Lucy purred. His eyes widened, because the last time Lucy had used that tone on him, he had to drag his ass to another town just to pick her up. Nothing good could come out that tone. “I want no part in this,” Gray quickly said. “I value my life, and we all know Natsu cares for his scarf more than he does for me.”

“I’ll tell Gildarts who actually broke his favourite mug,” Cana interrupted. Gray gasped. “You fucking wouldn’t.”

“I would,” Cana answered. “And you know it.”

Gray shuddered. Cana smiled toothily.

“Fine,” Gray acquiesced. “But for the record, I’m being blackmailed to do this.”

#TTTF writes #ficsforvera #graylu #[ft drabbles] #gray fullbuster #lucy heartfilia #cana alberona #fairy tail #fanfiction #ft fanfiction #ft #fanfic #i know this was a really abrupt ending but i really didnt want to let it spiral #asjdfhasljl #anyway reblogs and reviews are hella appreciated!!!

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In Sickness and in Health

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, APRIL! ( @raijindork )

Just in the nick of time! I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to post this in time for your birthday because of school, but I’m so happy I was able to. I hope you had a wonderful day, because no one deserves it more than you. And now, without further ado, I present the fluffiest fic I’ve ever written.

Words: 1277

Pairing: Bixlu (duh)

Summary: When Lucy falls sick, it’s up to Bickslow to care of her. And the methods he uses is not entirely orthodox. BixLu, oneshot, rated T for swearing. Beware of fluff.

Bickslow flopped onto the bed. “I just want to lay here forever, I feel so crappy.”

Lucy looked at him incredulously. “Shut the fuck up, you aren’t the one with the flu.”

“Alright, fine. We can feel crappy together,” he answered, pulling Lucy closer and snuggling up to her.

“Bix, stop, you’re going to get sick because of me.”

Bickslow tried ignoring her. But it was pretty hard when she gave him a fucking wet-willy. “Did you just-?” he asked in shock, one hand clasping his ear.

“Give you a wet-willy? Yes, I did, because you wouldn’t get up.” She sat up in bed and smirked at him in victory. “I haven’t slept in ages, Bix. So get off already.”

Bickslow looked at her, affronted. “You can’t banish me, this is my bed too.”

“Not while I’m sick, so get out,” she said decisively, and pushed him unceremoniously to the floor. “Get out already,” she whined.

“Ooh, someone’s salty today,” Bickslow remarked, sticking his tongue out.

“What do I have to do to kick you out, short of me actually getting out of bed?”

Bickslow pouted, but he still left the apartment. “That’s alright, I’ll be sweet to counter your salt.” He frowned at himself. “That was too cheesy, wasn’t it?”

The corners of Lucy’s mouth pulled up a little. Bickslow grinned wider at the sight, and opened the door. “Get better soon, Cosplayer,” he said, blowing her a kiss. Lucy’s giggles filtered through as he slowly pulled the door shut.

Lucy woke up to the door crashing open. Her hand shot to her keys on the cabinet beside her, but she faltered when she registered Bix’s voice. “Honey, I’m home!”

“Bickslow, I’m sick!” she yelled back. “I’ve told you not to wake me up like that a hundred times,” she added as she saw him walk through her bedroom door, gently opening the door with his back while holding a tray in his hands. “That better be soup for me,” Lucy snarked.

“Would you ever expect anything less of me?” Bickslow answered, setting the tray down on Lucy’s lap. He pushed a spoon into her palm and sat down next to her. “Eat it.”

Lucy didn’t needed to be told twice. Despite the fact that she still felt sticky from all the sweat and that she probably needed to brush her teeth, she finished the little bowl in less than a minute. Bickslow whistled lowly. “Looks like someone was hungry.”

Lucy grinned at him, her stomach full and her body demanding another nap. Almost as though as he had read her mind, he pushed her shoulders down, and hefted the tray off the bed. “Sleep,” he ordered.

And sleep heeded his words as she drifted off peacefully.

When Lucy woke up, she glanced at the clock to know how long she’d passed out. She had only started calculating when Bickslow entered the room, wearing his pajamas. He even had his fluffy slippers on, and he reserved those for special occasions.

“I vote for today to be pajama party day, “ he announced.

So that’s the special occasion.

He pulled Lucy up from the bed, and set her gently on her feet. He made a show of sniffing her, and declared, “Miss Stinky-pants, you need a bath. And luckily, there’s a tub filled with hot water and clothes left in the bathroom,” he added, pushing her along to her bathroom. “Never thought I’d say this, but I liked it better when you were feeling up to complaining.”

Lucy swatted at him, but he dodged it cleverly, and gave her a final nudge. “Hurry up, or you’ll be late to your own party.”

Lucy decided to comply. After all, she really needed a bath.

When she stepped out later, steam curling around her feet, she felt better than she had in ages. She supposed she’d better thank Bix for everything he did. A sudden shriek suddenly caught her attention and she raced to the living room. She glanced all around in worry, but the only thing that was out of place was Bix on the floor, holding his head with a look of pain.

She looked at him a little more closely, and figured out what had happened. “Bix, don’t tell me you actually slipped wearing socks?”

Bickslow pouted at her. “I think I got a concussion. Mind wearing that sexy nurse outfit from last Halloween again?” he asked, pausing once before he sneezed.

Lucy spied one of his fluffy slippers and swiftly picked it up and threw it at him. The bath must have cured her if she was already hurling stuff at her stupid boyfriend.

Bickslow jumped up and pulled her in close. He flung her hand up and clasped it, his other hand making its way to her waist. Lucy’s eyes widened when she realised what he was about to do. Maybe the medicine was making her less receptive, but she finally noticed the music in the room.

Bickslow whispered, “Let’s dance.”

Lucy beamed at him.

When the music started building, Bix started twirling and dipping her, but it was never refined. Bickslow ruined all the grace to it by dancing in his usual clumsy way, adding in new dance moves, and he even did the fucking chicken dance. Lucy laughed the whole time, and she nearly peed herself at the sight of all his antics.

When they had danced to their hearts’ content, Bickslow pulled them along to Lucy’s bedroom. When he opened the door, Lucy softly gasped. “Bix, how did you manage to do this in the time that I took a bath?”

Bickslow chuckled. “I came prepared,” he answered and opened the door wider. Inside, somehow he had hung up tiny twinkly fairy lights that shone a muted yellow over a giant pillow fort. Lucy peered closer and she realised that not all the blankets were hers – some of them she recognised from the days she stayed over at her boyfriend’s.

She turned to Bix, and muttered, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he answered gallantly. Suddenly, he swooped down and swept her legs out from underneath her, easily lifting her into his arms. “Wanna enter the fort now?” he asked roguishly.

Lucy laughed, and she supposed that was answer enough as Bickslow walked through the door.

“Hmm, Lucy,” Bickslow muttered. “You’re hogging all the blankets.”

Lucy tossed under the covers, blinking her eyes open blearily. It’s mid-October, but somehow being under the covers seemed stuffy, and weirdly warm. She wrote it down to sharing the bed with Bix, but it still irked her for some reason.

Bix shivered and it caught her attention. A thought crossed her mind and she gingerly put her hand across his forehead. She quickly snatched her palm away, because he was burning up.

Bix stirred underneath her hand, and she didn’t think twice before smacking him on the head. “I told you that you’d get sick if you cuddled with me!”

“Who’s sick?” he mumbled. He paused a second to collect his bearings – and then he started sneezing. Violently.

“For fuck’s sake,” Lucy exclaimed, flipping over to grab the box of tissues on her nightstand. “Here, here, wipe yourself.” She shoved the box into his hands.

After he blew his nose, he asked Lucy quietly, “Would you mind making me some soup?”

“No, ‘cause I’m still sick.”

Bix grunted, and Lucy felt an arm curl around her middle and pull her closer. “Then we’ll be sick together.”

Lucy snorted, but this was some sort of a stalemate, she supposed.

Besides, a sick Bickslow was something rare and she fully intended to exploit this moment.

#bixlu #bickslow #lucy heartfilia #bickslow x lucy #bixlow #bixlow x lucy #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction #bixlu fanfiction #TTTF writes #HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADY #OH GOSH YOURE TURNING 21 #i got so many october kids as friends #and i think this is the month of productivity cause i wrote so fcuking much #in sickness and in health [bixlu] #fairy tail #i hope yall have some money saved up cause youre going to need it for the dentist's bill #pffft who am i kidding

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Serendipity

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNE-SOPHIE!! ( @mystificd/ @cheschire-kaat)

I’m still at camp, so I scheduled this post beforehand. I can’t believe you’re sixteen already!

Anyways, this is a little birthday gift from me. I hope you like it! (Tagging @iwillbethelionhearted because she helped me stay motivated so much. Thank you so much, girl!)

Pairing: Jerza ofc what else would you expect on your birthday 

Summary: In which Jellal can’t believe that a girl as pretty as the flowers she works with would actually speak to him, let alone look at him. Features neck pain, an overworked college student, and nosy co-workers. Jellal can’t ask for much more.

“Okay,” says Natsu. “You’ll hurt your neck if you crane it any further.”

Jellal whips his head back. He hadn’t realised that Natsu had noticed him. At Natsu's smirk, Jellal grins sheepishly.

"So, who is this chick?" Natsu asks crudely.

Jellal sputters. "Natsu!" he chides.

"What? Must be a looker if she's caught your fancy." Natsu grabs a towel and wipes down the counter. He stacks up all the cups on his end and adds, "Need any help with her?"

As Jellal chokes on air, Natsu takes off his apron and folds it up. "Time's up. I'm calling it a day, 'cause I unlike some people, have got a date." He claps Jellal on the back and blows through the door with a cheery wave.

Jellal is glad that his friend has left the coffee shop. A second more and Jellal would have certainly been left questioning his own existence.

"Excuse me!"

Stirred out of his stupor, Jellal looks down at the girl who isn't even half his height on the other side of the counter. She has blue hair – he can't really call it odd because he had the same shade of hair and he cursed his blueberry mop every single morning – and he gently tells her little baby-face, "You sure you're in the right place?"

The little girl scoffs at him, and snaps, "I'm nineteen – even though I don't look it. And I have three essays to hand over by the crack of dawn. Just give me something that will wake me up."

Jellal stares wide-eyed before shooing her off to a corner of the shop. "Just sit here and I'll make you something nice. Okay?"

The girl nearly screams, "I don't want nice, I want the blood of my professors!"

"Yeah, that's nice," Jellal mutters.

He starts on her order, only slightly reaching over to glance at the florist across the street.

The door to the shop opens and all Jellal can see is red.

The pretty girl from the florist is here.

All he sees is red because the pretty girl's carrying a bouquet of red roses and her hair is the brightest scarlet he's ever seen in his life.

She looks around, noticing the few customers scattered around and seeing him behind the counter, walk up to him. "Hello," she says.

Jellal is nearly dead at this point. It takes every inch of his willpower to not crumple to the ground. "Hello," he answers. And by sheer luck, he remembers his training, and asks her, "Would you like to order something?"

The girl smiles at him – dead, definitely dead – and tells him, "Ah, no, I'm here on a delivery from Florate. Somebody ordered a dozen roses to be delivered to Crème Sorciere." She looks at the tag and reads, "Addressed to a Mr. Gray? Oh, don’t worry, it's already paid for."

Something clicks in the back of Jellal's mind. He doesn't know what it is, but he's sure that it'll come back to bite him in the ass later.

"Oh, then it's probably for my co-worker. Gray is his boyfriend. I'll take it."

She hands the bouquet over and they briefly touch hands. She smiles once more at him as she leaves.

Jellal quietly dissociates.

When Natsu arrives for his shift, he immediately asks, "Did the red-haired chick come by?"

And finally, Jellal understands. Natsu had sent her.

"Yes, she did, thank you very much. The roses are in the back. Tell Gray I said hi – I'm leaving." Jellal just wants to get out of there. It suddenly feels like he’s suffocating.

"Oh, come on, Jellal, don't be so pissy. You finally got to meet her!"

"Yeah, and I didn't even ask her name!" Jellal yells as he walks out of Crème Sorciere.

Jellal wallows in self-pity the next day at his shift. He still stares at the florist, hoping to spy the pretty red-haired girl. He can't get her out of his mind, and though he knows that it's stupid pining over a girl that he barely knows, he just can't stop wondering about the possibilities.

"Good afternoon, Jellal!" A cheery voice shakes him out of his moodiness. He glances up to see another pink haired co-worker – as if one wasn't enough – and tells her while looking at the clock, "You're late again, Meredy. This is the third time this week."

Meredy bounces on the balls of her feet. "I know, I know, but my cat wasn't feeling well, so I had to take her to the vet."

Jellal nods at her excuse and throws her apron across the counter. "Get dressed already," he barks.

As Meredy passes him, she softly whispers, "Heard about your new girlfriend."

Meredy chuckles at Jellal's nonsensical sputtering.

A week later, when Jellal steps in for his shift at the coffee shop, he is – to say the least – shocked to see the redhead sitting in a corner. He's shocked enough to turn right around and walk out.

He doesn't get more than a few steps away from the shop before his brain kicks in and starts yelling at him. If he went back in, he could talk to her!

He doesn't waste another second. When he crashes into the shop door, he sees Meredy and Natsu both smirking at him. Oh fuck, they saw me turn tail and run.

He reins his desire to even glance at the girl and marches stiffly behind the counter and to the backroom to change. When he comes out, he sees his co-workers outright laughing at him. He tries to ignore them and instead fixes his eyes on her.

Her hair is still bright as ever, and she's currently munching on one of their most-requested slices of strawberry cake. She's red all over, Jellal thinks.

Natus nudges him, and Jellal looks over. A plate of the very same cake that the girl is eating is pushed into his hands, Natsu winking at him. "She asked for it a little while ago. Now, go on," he adds, shooing Jellal away.

Jellal gulps down his fear and sets out. When he gets to her, he says, "Hi again."

"Oh hello!" Thank the guy above, she seems to recognise him, at least. "You have my cake!" Oh, sweet Jesus, she had frosting on her chin.

He gestures to her chin. "You have a little...something."

She wipes the other side of her chin and asks, "Did I get it?"

Jellal tells himself to be brave. And then he gently raises his hand and wipes the smudge of frosting off.

He can feel himself blushing. He hopes it isn't too obvious. He hears Natsu whistle, which is also when he realises that his face is quite probably the colour of the pretty girl's hair.

He tries to shake it off and says, "Welcome to Crème Sorciere. I’m Jellal."

She giggles. "Yeah, I figured," she answers, pointing to his nameplate.

Stupid, stupid Jellal. He could kick himself right now.

"I'm Erza," she says, and Jellal finally has a name to accompany her face.

And Jellal doesn't know what possessed him to say it, but he blurts out, "Your hair is the best thing I've ever seen," and immediately regrets it.

Erza is taken aback, but she handles it gracefully and laughs. Jellal can feel himself going red again.

She thanks him, and Jellal bows his head in embarrassment. "This cake is heavenly. Do you make it yourselves?" Erza has this curious glint in her eye, and Jellal finds it all too fascinating.

"Ah, no, all our confectionaries are made by Minerva. She comes in early so you might not have actually seen her." Minerva was a tall woman with a penchant for baking – and she didn't let them forget it. Jellal still had bruises from when he was on the other side of her rolling pin.

He shakes the memory away and gets himself back on track. He catches something moving out of the corner of his eye. When he turns around, he sees Natsu gesturing wildly at Erza and him, and pointing towards the door. Jellal gets the gist, and luckily Erza gets up at just the right moment. "My break is nearly over, so I need to be getting back pretty soon. I just need to pay for this, and I'll be on my way." She starts toward the counter, but Jellal stops her.

"It's on the house." he declares. From behind him he can hear Natsu grumble and Meredy cutting him off, but Jellal determinedly pushes on. "In exchange for letting me walk you back."

Jellal gives himself a hundred on this exam. He doesn’t understand how she could have finished her second slice of cake so fast. Erza really loved cake, huh.

(Jellal mentally notes to ask Minerva to bake an extra batch tomorrow.)

Erza smiles at him. "I might just take you up on that offer," she says. "Now, come on," she adds and walks briskly to the door.

Jellal skips in joy and nearly falls over.

Later, when Jellal comes back into the coffee shop, Natsu and Meredy nearly pounce on him for the details. When Jellal grins and exclaims, "I got a date!" Meredy bursts into tears and Natsu thumps him on the back. 

Jellal spends at least an hour picking out his clothes. In retrospect, he knows that it shouldn't have bothered him as much, but he wants a second date so badly that he's willing to do anything.

Erza has an early shift at Florate so they’d agreed that Jellal would come by to pick her up in time. Except when he arrived at the shop, flowers of every shape, size and colour blocked his way.

"Erza?" He yells over the mountain of petals on the floor. "Are you in here?"

He hears someone answering but it's too muffled for him to make it out until finally, he sees a lone figure emerge from between the bundles of lilacs and tulips.

"Jellal, I am so sorry to say this but-"

Jellal cuts in. "Let me guess, there aren't enough employees so you have to cover another shift?"

"So I can't make it to our date," she finishes, nodding.

"I don't mind. I could help if you want, actually." Jellal claps himself on the back for his genius plan. "My shift at the coffeehouse is in the afternoon, so we have plenty of time."

Erza throws her hands in the air. “Seriously? You mean it? You're in luck because all I have to do today is deliver.”

Jellal blinks. “Great, let's get going.”

“Just let me get Gajeel to load up all the deliveries in the van. You can wait out front.”

Erza waves at him away and Jellal thinks that maybe there's still a chance for him to win her over.

Erza is an insane driver.

Jellal clutches his seat, brings his knees together and screams, "Slow down!", to which Erza laughs maniacally.

"I'll drive and you deliver,” Erza says. “Just tell them you're from Florate and hand the deliveries over once they sign for it." She bends a curve so sharply that Jellal hits his head against the window. “Thankfully, we make all our customers pay in advance so we don’t have to waste time. And so that they don’t skimp out,” she adds, and Jellal doesn't think it's possible but she makes the little van go even faster.

Jellal looks over at her. Her red hair streams behind her in a long ponytail, and she's wearing a white button-down along with a skirt. Honestly, Jellal's never seen a sight more adorable.

Now if only he could do something about her driving.

The first stop they make is to an apartment not far from where they work. Erza finds the delivery and pushes it into his hands. Jellal thinks the apartment looks familiar but it's only when the recipient opens her door that he realises why.

"Minerva?"

"Jellal? Why are you delivering flowers? Did you quit Crème Sorciere?”

Jellal jumps back, the old memory of Minerva and her rolling pin bubbling up. "Ah, no, I'm on a date, but she has a couple of deliveries to work through."

"Oh, are you going out with Erza?"

Surprised, Jellal nods. Remembering why exactly he was in front of her in the first place he quickly pushes the bouquet into her hands. Jellal squeaks out "Delivery from Mr. Gajeel, thank you for purchasing from Florate!", and hightails it out of there. He doesn't turn around to see Minerva's grin.

He jumps into Erza’s minivan pulls his seat belt taut and tells her, ”Pedal to the metal, Erza!” Erza obliges all too gladly.

In retrospect, Jellal wonders if he could have phrased that differently.

If there's one thing that Jellal’s learned, it’s that the customers of Florate are an eclectic bunch.

They had to deliver to a painter, a mother of two toddlers, and a little girl all who lived in the same building. Not to mention he also had to deliver to that girl – who still had the most adorable baby-face ever – who once came in asking for their strongest drink and the blood of her professors. Her name is Wendy, Erza tells him, and she's a regular customer at Florate.

As they visit each place, Erza tells him more about her work and about each customer. Jellal is surprised to learn that even though she hasn't been working at Florate for long, she still had experience by way of a botanical degree. When she speaks, Jellal can feel that she loves her work, however tiring it may be, and Jellal can't help but fall for her a bit more.

He learns that strawberry cake is her favourite and that she looks forward to coming back to Crème Sorciere for more. Jellal chuckles at this, remembering her mad glint when she finished off the two slices of cake she had ordered that day.

At Erza’s urging, Jellal talks a bit about himself too. Of how he needed the part-time job at the coffeehouse to support himself, and that he was studying at the nearby university for an astronomy degree. He speaks about his co-workers lovingly, because even though they drove him up the wall sometimes they were still some of the most caring people he knew.

And before he knows it, they’ve finished all the deliveries.

Erza calls her workplace to inform them she’s done with her deliveries. Erza takes him to a park for the rest of their date, and when Jellal spies an ice-cream truck, Erza pulls him along to buy some. They sit on a park bench licking their ice-cream cones and start to spin stories for everyone they see.

“Look,” Jellal points to an old man with a kitten in a basket. “He was on his way to adopt a puppy for his grandkid, but he saw the kitty and fell in love with it instead.”

Erza looks at him with wide eyes. “Wow, that was great.”

Jellal blushes a bit and says, “Thanks. Your turn.”

Erza looks around for a while before she finds her target. “There,” she says pointing, “That little girl with her parents.” Jellal looks over and sees the happy family playing. He recognises them as the trio that often comes into the coffee shop. “The little girl wanted to go to the zoo, but the zoo is closed today, so her parents compromised with a trip to the park.”

Jellal looks at her with awe. “That was nice,” he says.

Erza looks up at him and grins. ”Thanks,” she answers. She has ice-cream on the corner of her mouth.

And Jellal knows that he is most probably going to get punched in the gut for it – perhaps working with Natsu has turned him masochistic – but he bends down, wipes her chin, and softly presses his mouth to hers. He pulls back after a moment, short enough that it doesn’t seem awkward but also long enough to let her know that it wasn’t an accident.

Erza is wide-eyed, and Jellal dejectedly wonders if he crossed a line before Erza pulls him down and kisses him like she means it.

When they let go of each other, Erza is smiling and Jellal is still not over the fact that just maybe, she could actually have feelings for him. Everything is surreal to him.

And when Jellal grins at her and asks her for another date, Erza’s laughter feels like something even the stars couldn’t replicate.

#TTTF writes #cheschire-kaat #mystificd #iwillbethelionhearted #jerza #jerza fanfiction #jellal fernandez #erza scarlet #natsu dragneel #meredy #wendy marvel #wendy marvell #jellal x erza #fairy tail #fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #minerva orlando #minerva orland #mentions of mineel #mentions of gratsu #a heck of a lot of jerza thats for sure #but #HONESTLY #HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL #im still at camp so im crying #T_T #this has been a scheduled post #so scream at me in the chat and i'll see it like two days later #byeee #reviews are appreciated af

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“Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.”

Pairing: Stingue brotp

Words: 307

Sting pushed along the shopping cart, head turned towards Rogue as he gloomily walked behind him. “Seriously, Rogue, when are you going to stop sulking? You’re 22, for crying out loud!”

Rogue stuck out his tongue at him. ”Just because I’m 22 doesn’t mean that I can’t sulk.”

Sting grinned. “Oh, so you admit it, then?” In his opinion, Rogue needed to get out of the apartment more, and Sting didn’t give a fuck if Rogue moped about it.

Rogue grimaced at his slip-up, and Sting skittered to a stop when they approached his car. “My baby,” he whispered, stroking the roof lovingly.

“Ugh, gross.” Rogue made a face at him, and Sting nearly lunged at him. “Don’t you talk shit about my baby. You’d be fucked without her.” He unlocked the vehicle and sat comfortably inside, hands on the wheel, eyes closed in reverence.

The silence was ruined, however, when Rogue opened the driver’s side door and yelled into his ear. “Hey, dickwad, who’s going to load the groceries inside?”

He is my friend I must not punch my friend he is my friend I must not

Sting jumped out and slammed the door behind him. A second later, he turned around and placed both palms on the window in horror. “Oh no,” he breathed.

“Did you say something?” Rogue asked, a bottle of detergent in one hand and the other on the cart.

Sting whirled to face him, eyes wide. “You wouldn’t happen to have the spare keys on you, right?”

Rogue narrowed his eyes. “Why would you ask me that, Sting? You wouldn’t have, oh say, locked us out of your car for the fucking fourth time?”

Sting grinned sheepishly. “Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.”

Sting mutedly watched the detergent bottle leave Rogue’s hand and fly towards him.

#veraspromptchallenge #tttf writes #stingue #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #oh lord this was fun to write #esp the last sentence #feel free to reblog #fic #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction #[ft drabbles]

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“How long have you been standing there?”

Pairing: Canajane

Words: 260

“How long have you been standing there, Mira?” Cana asked.

“Too long,” she answered. “My feet hurt.”

Cana huffed and watched as Mira surreptitiously raised an ankle to rub at it. She was posing for Reedus, and while he never usually took this long to paint, it seemed that today was an off-day for him.

“Mira!” Reedus nearly screamed.”Position!”

Mira jumped at the sound of his voice, and Cana chuckled into her barrel. Yep, definitely an off-day.

“Reedus,” Mira whined. “Aren’t you done yet? It’s hard bending back like this.”

Cana agreed with her. Mira was standing on a crate, legs akimbo, chest pushed forward and her head thrown back. It had to hurt, seeing as she’d probably been standing for the better part of an hour.

Reedus glared at her, and Mira actually cowered.

“Oi, Mira,” Cana whispered, and the slight twitch in Mira’s shoulders indicated that she had heard her. “Wanna run away with me?”

Mira turned pleading eyes toward her, and Cana snapped into action. She jumped from her seat on the table, grabbed Mira’s hand and pulled her away from Reedus and toward the guild doors. It was probably cruel of her to make Mira run, what with her sore feet, but she figured Mira could handle it.

Cana heard Reedus screeching from behind her, but it was Mira’s happy giggle that caught her attention. “You okay back there?”

“Of course! Now less talking, and more running, or else Reedus is gonna catch us!”

Cana ran faster, and she didn’t let go of Mira’s hand.

#veraspromptchallenge #canajane #fanfiction #fic #fairy tail fanfiction #cana alberona #mirajane strauss #aaaah this was fun to write #TTTF writes #[ft drabbles]

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OKAY SO. YOU REALLY REALLY DON'T HAVE TO BUUUUT could you write a Jerza with the following prompt: "Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to"?

This was written in the middle of the night, and I do not regret one bit of it. Here, have some mindless fluff. I hope you don’t mind that I changed the prompt a little. 

Pairing: Jerza

Prompt:  “Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to.”

Words: 328

“I won!” Lucy squeals in joy. Again. Jellal has lost count.

“No, I refuse,” Jellal declares.

“Accept it, Jellal, you’ll never win at this game with Lucy around.” Natsu flings his arms around, nearly whacking Erza in the head. He sits demurely once he catches sight of her murderous glare, though.

The remnants of a bloody battle lie strewn across the table. Monopoly dollar bills float in the air, a vicious reminder of Jellal’s hissy fit over losing. Jellal hates losing.

Erza stares at him amusedly. It seems she’s never seen this side of him before. He turns his face from hers away grumpily, locks eyes with Lucy, and mutters under his breath, “Cheater.”

He counts exactly two heartbeats before all hell breaks loose. More specifically, before Natsu breaks loose.

“Why, you little-” He screams, nearly lunging for Jellal, but his girlfriend somehow amazingly restrains him, tiny thing that she is. Erza’s reflexes kick in and she coolly shoves Natsu off his chair. Lucy nearly falls along with him, but she lets go of him at just the right moment.

“Alright, then,” Erza says as she sits back down next to Jellal. “How about we play once more?” she asks gently. Natsu frowns at her from under the table. Jellal feels it too – this is not her usual attitude to playing Monopoly.

Jellal stares at her with baleful eyes he shakes her shoulders. “Who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend? I want you to be my competitive best friend right now, not the person who’s dating me!” He shakes her again for good measure.

Erza’s eyes flash in response, and Jellal backs off fearing his life.

Lucy and Natsu watch unblinkingly as they are utterly demolished by Erza in the next round. There’s nothing anyone can do once Erza gets going.

Jellal still hasn’t won yet, but he figures he can let it slide this time.

#TTTF writes #TTTF answers #mystificd #jerza #jellal fernandez #erza scarlet #jellal x erza #fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #ft fanfic #fanfic #anyways im sorry you get something so small even though you asked for this like a month ago #writing jellal as a literal kid was so gratifying #i see why you love him so much #im.crying #there's a little bit of nalu? #meh #[ft drabbles]

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“Do you trust me?”

Pairing: Nalu

Words: 157

Natsu got down on one knee and held Lucy’s hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Hell fucking no,” Lucy answered.

“Oh come on, Lucy! Don’t break character! You’re supposed to smirk and say yes!” Natsu got to his feet and pouted.

“Fine,” Lucy groaned. “But who the hell is going to notice it?”

“The judges will,” Natsu answered, grabbing her by the shoulder and pointing. “We have to win this so I can rub it in Gray’s face!”

Lucy nearly slapped him. She did not dress up as Jasmine to Natsu’s Aladdin just so that he could gloat over his victory. Besides, Gray and Sorano were dressed as Jack Frost and Elsa respectively, and she didn’t really believe that they were going to win.

But for the sake of Natsu’s enthusiasm, she would play along.

Lucy smirked at Natsu and grabbed his hand. “Fine, you nerd, I trust you.”

It was worth it to see his answering grin.

#veraspromptchallenge #nalu #fic #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #TTTF writes #natsu being an enthusiastic dork is my aesthetic #fairy tail #[ft drabbles]

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“I was lonely.”

Characters: Wendy, Charle

Words: 283

“Wendy, what are you doing?” Charle asked, tucking her wings behind her, as she landed beside her partner. Wendy was kneeling next to a low table, with a lot of stuffed toys around it.

“Playing tea party,” Wendy answered innocently.

And true enough, Wendy had fine china placed before each stuffed animal, and she herself held a little teapot. Charle knew Wendy was young, but she hadn’t pegged her to be this young.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Charle. I was lonely.” Wendy said, no doubt realising what Charle was thinking through her expression. Charle was always an open book when it came to Wendy.

“Why didn’t you go to the guild, then?” Charle asked. “Surely, there must be someone you could have been with.”

“Natsu dragged Lucy on a mission, and Gajeel went with Lily and Levy to Hargeon. Asuka is out with her parents, and Romeo is sick in bed with a fever.” It seemed Wendy had exhausted every possible route.

Charle frowned. She wasn’t one to usually give in to Wendy’s whims, but she supposed she could let it slide for once. Charle pushed the stuffed bear opposite Wendy and sat instead in its place.

At the sight of Wendy’s wide eyes, Charle explained, “I might as well join you. I’m bored too.”

Wendy grinned at her, and Charle weakened, flashing a smile. “Oh, that reminds me,” Charle started. ”Did we really have so many stuffed animals?”

Wendy waved a hand. “Oh no, Erza was kind enough to lend them to me before she left for her mission with Gray.”

Charle nodded at her friend’s answer until she realised that something was off with the picture.

“Wait, Erza?”

#veraspromptchallenge #wendy marvell #charle #exceed #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction #fic #TTTF writes #wendy is so adorable i just wanna squeeze her #[ft drabbles]