Day 2: Rivals
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and still feel happy to draw they, always my favorite ship <3
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Day 2: Rivals
sorry for no coloring , because I have lot of jobs to do in reality QQ
and still feel happy to draw they, always my favorite ship <3
Confession.
Gruvia will always be my main ship. but I admit that I sometimes like to ship Gray with other girls like Graylu, Graytear, Gray x Cana, etc. It makes multip shipping fun for me. No hate please.
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Fairy tail 100 years Quest
Abominable [WotD #4]
Pairing: GrayTear Words: 318
@newgeht asked for some graytear, so here it is! I’ve never written Ultear in my life. Oops. There’s a first for everything.
Ultear looked on in disgust at the monstrosity Gray was creating. She usually didn’t have nightmares, but she was lambast certain she was living in one, based on what she was looking at.
“What… are you doing?” she finally asked. She wasn’t the least bit surprised that Gray was only in his boxers despite the snow being past his ankles. It was what he was doing in the snow that disturbed her.
Gray looked up from the mounds of misshapen snow in front of him, looking to Ultear before looking back down to his creation. “Making a snowman.” He shrugged. Wasn’t it obvious?
“That’s a snowman?” Ultear raised an eyebrow at him as she began trudging through the snow. “In what universe is that considered a snowman?” For a mage who worked with ice, Ultear would’ve thought the man would be able to make a decent snowman. Sure, they were different mediums, but still. The thing in front of her was definitely not a snowman. It was lopsided and barely holding together, and it had lumps in all the wrong places.
“Oi, there’s nothing wrong with it!” Gray defended himself. Granted, he’d never actually built a snowman before, but he’d woken up that morning, seen all the snow from the previous night, and had the urge to build a snowman.
“Darling, that thing is an abomination.”
“Then it’s an abominable snowman.”
Ultear blinked, and Gray blinked back at her, his words quickly dawning on him. Never had Ultear heard something so ridiculous come out of his mouth. Now she really was convinced she was in a nightmare. “Did you just say it was an abominable snowman?”
Gray quickly turned away, his cheeks dusting with pink as he grabbed a handful of snow to begin shaping it. “No.” Damn it. Perhaps he’d been spending too much time with Meredy and Natsu. They were wearing off on him after all.
— the a team
“it’s too cold outside, for angels to die.”
Everyday, the wind would whisper her a song. Some days it was sad, other days it was bold, and other days were quiet, but it was always there. Despite the ever present bitter cold in her heart, that sound and harsh brush or air was another constant in her life. It felt like he was sending a lullaby just for her, and that made it easier to continue.
Even after she had given it away, and the wind became more melancholy, the songs still came. They still greeted her when she awoke, and they still gently delivered her to her dreams. Though fate had been oh, so cruel with them, though they had only been family for what felt like a few months to him and a few years to her, that music that followed her like the cloud that escaped with her exhales, she had to let it be enough. Even though her heart yearned for more, yearned for him, fate still wrenched them apart. Sometimes they were only just out of reach, but not out of sight, sometimes fate would steal them away from each other and darkness was the only thing either could both see.
On the day when her roses came, and her breath grew short, the songs stopped all together. As she gave the world her final condolences, and her heartbeat whispered its last three words to his, the wind didn’t blow. It didn’t sing. It simply cried and howled for her departure. Calling out its song, hoping that she would hear, but knowing that she couldn’t. He stopped singing to her, and instead sang for her memory. Some days his songs were bold, other days they were almost silent, but most days, they were heart broken.
AU: Hades and Persephone
Happy B-day @bigbadwf <3
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