#graylu week 2014

[callistamiralni]

[graylu week 2014] a pocket full of sunshine

title. a pocket full of sunshine author. callistamiralni series. fairy tail rating. teen prompt. fairy dust summary. she carries a pocket full of sunshine--literally author's note. I'm trying my best not to panic about tomorrow therefore I will avoid writing angst at all costs.

Something shiny caught his eye at her hipbone and it took Gray a moment to realize it was her keys glittering past the leather case Lucy usually kept them in. One key in particular seemed to shine above the others--a little bit more squinting before Gray realized it was Loke's key.

He softly chuckled. That was Loke alright--his long-time friend insisted on the flashiest of entrances and preened in attention.

"Hey Gray, where did the idea of fairy dust come from?"

The sudden question pulled his attention from Loke's key.

"Umm... no clue, Luce. Why do you wanna know?"

She finally set her stack of papers down before picking up her abandoned plate of cake. 

"Well, I was just thinking about it because this one promising job asked for 70, 000 jewels worth of fairy dust and I need to pay my rent," she said in between dainty bites. "Mavis came up with the name 'Fairy Tail' because she wondered if fairies had tails. But fairy dust is always mentioned in children's stories and yet, it seems to have no basis in anything."

Gray got up from the armchair to grab another popsicle from the freezer. "I think you're overthinking it," he said simply. "For one, it's too hot to be thinking about such heavy topics."

A bright light flashed from Lucy's hip and she let out a squeak of surprise. Gray nearly dropped his popsicle but he recognized Loke's familiar silhouette shadowed in the light.

"Au contraire, Princess," the Celestial Lion winked. "You're not overthinking it and it's certainly not too hot for a good debate."

The pair rolled their eyes. "Whatever, man." Gray sank back down into the armchair. "It's always 23 degrees in the Celestial Realm. You have no idea just how hot 36 degrees is."

"Okay, Gray," Lucy interjected before the two started up an argument. "Where did fairy dust come from then?"

The Ice Mage didn't say anything for a long moment as he ate his popsicle. "Fairy wings," he finally said. "It's the glittery stuff from their wings that they shed."

Lucy blinked at him before letting out a howl of laughter. "Oh that's a good one," she said in between giggles. "You definitely watched too much Peter Pan as a kid."

He scowled. "I don't hear you offering any theories."

"Actually, Princess, Gray's right," Loke confirmed. "Fairy dust does come from fairy wings. You can collected it as the wings shed or you can pluck the wings off a fairy and grind them up."

"That's horrible!" Lucy gasped.

"Hence the reason why fairies aren't around anymore. We're the only ones left," Gray grunted.

Lucy sat in silence for a moment longer before she stood up. "I've decided," she announced. "I'm going to make a fairy sanctuary in the guild bell tower. Master will approve of it."

Gray caught her wrist as she moved to the door. "Sit down," he said patiently. "You don't need to do anything."

"But the fairies are endangered!"

"Mavis Vermillion already made one," Loke supplied helpfully. "Located in the bell tower. Everyone knows about it. How else does Porlyusica get fairy dust for her medicines?"

Gray could tell by the fury that flashed in her eyes that Lucy was about to start on one of her rants about how nobody tells her anything and the guild was so weird...

"Come on," he interjected, but not before shooting Loke a pointed glare. "I'll show you."

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She followed Gray up the winding stairs past Master's private quarters up to the bell tower. The view of Magnolia was perfect from the roof and Lucy clasped her hand in delight at the cool breeze sailing above the streets.

"Come on," Gray tugged on her hand. "It's this way."

Lucy stared at the tiny wooden door set across from the stairway. How many times had she been up here with Natsu and Happy, and missed it?

Following Gray through the passage, Lucy was surprised at how narrow it was. The pair emerged into an open airy attic space. The windows were open along one side of the wall. Directly across from them, the walls were lined with hundreds of shallow shelves.

They were right above Master's rooms. Makarov's voice filtered through the floorboards as he reminsiced with Laxus about times past.

"Shh..." Gray said softly in her ear. "We can't speak in loud voices or you'll spook them. Usually, the faires nap at this time."

That's when Lucy noticed the shelves were glittering. Stepping forward, Lucy realized that the shelves held thousands of tiny beds made from an assortment of materials. Every time one of them breathed, their wings would move up and down, catching the streaming sunlight.

Behind her, Gray hid a smile. "Look," he said again in her ear as he ran his finger on the edge of one of the shelves. To Lucy, it looked like starlight clung to his skin. "Fairy dust."

She eagerly copied him, marveling at how it stuck to her. Glancing sideways at her friend, Lucy gathered a good pinch before blowing it in Gray's direction.

Startled, Gray sneezed and stepped backwards, slipping on his now-discarded shirt. The loud thump echoed through the attic space and Lucy thought her heart stopped from the sudden noise.

"Shit," Gray swore before pulling her down to the floor beside him.

She opened her mouth to protest but then a swarm of awakened and pissed fairies shot out from their resting places on the shelves. They swirled angrily around them, pinching here and there with sharp nails. Gray molded a shield around them and the sudden change in temperature forced the swarming fairies to abandon their pursuit and fly out the window.

"Oh no!" Lucy softly wailed. "Master is going to kill me for letting them escape."

Gray dusted his pants off as he rose from the floor. He offered a hand to pull Lucy up and she took it gratefully.

"Don't worry about it," he patted her on the head. "They always come back. This is home after all."

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That night, after Gray walked her home, Lucy prepared a bath to scrub the dirt of the attic and the remnants of fairy glitter off of her skin. She unbuckled her belt, tossed her whip to a random corner, and carefully laid her keys on her beside table. A sudden thump distracted her from returning to the bathroom to turn off the water and Lucy turned around.

A small satchel fell out from the leather pouch her keys were in. Cautiously, Lucy pulled the ribbon off and peered inside before gasping in surprise.

She didn't know when or how he did it, but Gray managed to collect and slip 70, 000 jewels worth of fairy dust into her hand.

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"Here."

Gray looked at her as she seated herself across the table. Curious, he opened the bag up and found 35, 000 jewels inside.

"What's this for?" He drawled. "Not that I'd ever say no to a present."

"For the job we just did," Lucy answered simply. "That's your share."

He grinned before sliding the bag back to her. "It's yours," Gray answered. "Besides, after spending most of the day hogging your air conditioning, the least I could do is help you pay your rent."

Stunned, Lucy pocketed the bag. She gave him a tight hug before softly kissing Gray on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said with a warm smile. "I appreciate it."

"Any time," Gray replied. "I've gotten good at collecting a pocket full of sunshine."

[callistamiralni]

[graylu week 2014] said the raven to the writing desk

title. said the raven to the writing desk author. callistamiralni series. fairy tail rating. teen prompt.  fear. for graylu week 2014 summary. this pen tears apart pragmatism masquerading as optimism  author's note. still going strong with this week. what.

At first, Gray was insulted. How dare she twist his tragedies into tests of strength. This superficial chit, concerned about something as silly as a scar,  thinks of Deliora's haunting as a wall to surmount.

Doesn't she remember the fear on Galuna Island when the Great Devil let out his last mighty roar?

But then Gray finds himself with a stolen sheaf of papers penned in her distinct calligraphy and he realizes that Lucy thinks far more of him than he knows.

She writes of Natsu's endless search for his dragon-father, of Happy's constant exploits to eat fish. She transcribes Wendy's too-fast growth and Erza's slow acceptance of others' love. She scribbles about the books Levy has translated and the rainy days Juvia relishes in. She weaves tales of Laxus's redemption and of Cana's reconciliation with Gildarts. She records Gajeel's antics and Gray's interactions. She writes of Master, Mira, and Lisanna quietly watching them all with a sunny smile. Sometimes, she mentions her Spirits and the ways she learns more about them.

He notices she never writes about herself.

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One day, Gray summons the courage to ask her why.

"You!" Lucy shrieks. "You've been snooping through my desk again!"

"You can't snoop if they're just lying out in the open," Gray points out.

"That doesn't mean you have to read them!"

One painful knock to the head and several hours later, Gray realizes she never answered the question.

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"Here." Mirajane smiles as she gently shoves a basket towards him. "Pick a name."

Gray raises an eyebrow. "You were serious about that Secret Santa thing?"

"Master thought it was a good bonding activity. Forces people to get to know those outside of their usual teams, ne?" The barmaid explains. "Then again, you'll probably be lucky enough to draw someone you know quite well."

He sighs and sticks his hand into the basket. The slip of paper seems to take on a new life when he unfolds it and reads the name printed in neat letters.

Lucy Heartfilia.

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He decides to write her a story.

Gray's never been good at the flowery language Loke speaks in effortlessly. Nonetheless, he tries because he thinks that she deserves to have a tale told about her.

He writes about a princess who chose to live among the paupers. He describes her understated strength; the rest of Fairy Tail is content to smash things with their hands while Lucy is happier letting Virgo or Taurus do the smashing for her. No one outside of Team Natsu realizes how much magical energy it takes to summon spirit after spirit and to maintain them in the mortal realm.

Gray scribbles silly anecdotes about how the princess was always told to marry the perfect man and to marry soon (no doubt inspired by the constant barbed reminders from Aquarius and various enemies). He writes how no one rescued the princess from the fearsome dragon she made her best friend after years of solitude. Gray's princess-pauper finds beauty in the smallest things and marvels at the eccentricity of the family she chose rather than the coolness found in the family she was born into.

When he finishes, Gray looks at his small stack of papers and smiles.

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He asks Levy to help him bind it.

She takes his manuscript in delight before returning it exactly five hours before the guild's Christmas celebration. The cover is bound in cerulean leather, the same color as Lucy's favorite ribbon, and the title embossed in gold.

It's a slim volume compared to the books on her shelf. At one hundred and twenty pages, it could hardly be called a masterpiece.

Strangely enough, Gray is proud of it. 

He finds her handing a cloth satchel tied with a cerulean ribbon to Bisca. She smiles as he approaches but then, the fond smile turns to exasperation.

"Gray--your clothes!"

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It is months before he realizes she read it.

"You asked me once why I never write about myself," she says in a lazy drawl as the countryside whizzes by their train compartment window. Across from them, Erza and Natsu slumber peacefully.

It takes Gray a moment to understand what she is referring to.

"What of it?"

Lucy smiles at him. "Have you ever written about yourself? The pen is merciless and unforgiving. It does not dress up your flaws in ribbons of ink--if anything, it highlights them in black and white."

"You're scared of what you'll write," Gray drawls.

"There is no truth but this pen," Lucy agrees. "But this pen is faithful in its record. I don't write about myself because I don't like admitting the hopeless reality of the world."

Gray leans back in his seat. "I think you're biased," he refutes. "After all, your pen only knows what you think is true."

"So your story about the princess-pauper, is that what you think of me?"

The cerulean leather bound volume hangs from between her index finger and thumb. Gray eyes it with a bit of reluctance before softly exhaling.

"Would it be so hard to believe?"

Satisfied with his apparent admission, Lucy grins before opening it. She leans against him, a clear invitation to read the tale with her.

"I'm waiting for a sequel," she tells him. "You left off with the princess-pauper, the dragon, and the blacksmith on their way to meet the Fairy Queen."

Gray chuckles. 

"Don't worry--my pen has plenty of inspiration."

[callistamiralni]

[graylu week 2014] bouquet

title. bouquet author. callistamiralni series. fairy tail rating. teen prompt. cold. for graylu week 2014 summary. He doesn’t know why he wakes up reaching for the ghost of a girl long gone. author’s note. Written from Natsu’s POV and therefore, all the GraLu is rather subtle and understated. Nonetheless, this is what brain produces.

He awakens and it takes all of his will not to call.

Four am and the blue moonlight filters through his curtains, as it has every night for the past six years. Natsu Dragneel wonders when his dreams became a thing to dread, a soft, nagging whisper of how his world could have been.

He’s given up on trying to make sense of it all.

The blue moonlight dyes his cat’s fur a lovely shade of colbalt. Happy sleeps peacefully at the foot of his bed, unaware of the turmoil taking place at the head.

Against his better judgment, he activates the lacrima.

“Moshi moshi?”

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He remembers every thing about that day in vivd detail, down to the shimmering crystals embedded in the star-shaped, snowflake pins holding the bouquets of lilies and asters together.

She is beautiful and elegant, her privileged upbringing shining through the gossamer veil shrouding her features. Laxus Dreyer offers her his arm and she smiles.

Master Makarov would have been the one to walk her down the aisle had he not been officiating the ceremony.

He knows she wishes her father was still alive to walk with her on this very important journey. He knows she wishes her mother was waiting in the first row, dabbing away at her tears with a dainty lace handkerchief.

Instead, Natsu concentrates on trying not to let the hitch in his breathing be noticed by the man on his left.

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Stars are warm—Levy once told him—but the magnetic fields between them keep them far apart. Deep space is colder than ice, turns a body into ice after exposure.

Maybe that’s why they ended up together, Natsu muses. The icy chill of space is the only thing that balances the warmth of the stars, keeps them from destroying themselves. A dragon’s flame pales in comparison to the extreme warmth of a star’s core.

They would end up swallowing each other whole with little regard to balance of the world.

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“Natsu? Are you alright?

Lucy Heartfilia-Fullbuster’s sleepy yet warm voice echoes through the lacrima. It’s loud enough to rouse Happy from sleep, prompting the Exceed to crawl up and snuggle into his pillow instead.

He swallows.

"Yeah. I just wanted to make sure Gray remembered about tomorrow afternoon."

“You called just for that?" Lucy says with a small laugh. "Don’t worry—I won’t let him forget.”

Her warm voice is replaced with a deeper baritone and Gray Fullbuster’s sleepy face fills the lacrima.

“Oi, Flame-brain, you do realize it’s four in the morning, right?”

"You should be grateful I bothered to remind you about this job, Popscicle," Natsu retorts, the familiar irritation running through his body. "Erza will kill us if we’re not there on time. Besides, you’re the one who needs the extra cash.”

“Yeah, yeah," his oldest, and closest, friend dismisses. "Since I’ve got your attention, we’ve been wanting to ask you some thing important.”

"I’m listening."

“Will you be our child’s godfather?”

It’s a perfectly reasonable request, Natsu knows. They have a dangerous line of work and are members of one of the strongest and most targeted guilds in the world. The thought of raising a child—of raising Gray and Lucy’s child—terrifies him and for once, Natsu doesn’t know what to say.

"I’ve got your back," he says, his voice thick with emotion.

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Six years later, the twins stand on either side of him, clothed in black. Each child clutches a frozen bouquet of lilies and asters, gently placing them on the headstones in the cathedral cemetery.

"Do you think Papa is living among the stars with Mama?" The boy asks his sister.

"Don’t you know?" Natsu responds quietly. "The warmth of the stars is so great that the icy chill of space is the only thing keeping the universe in check."

The boy smiles at his answer before opening up his chubby hand and showing off what lay in his palm. A tiny ice dragon curls up against his skin, settling down for a nap.

"Ne, Natsu-jii, what will happen to us now?" The girl asks.

He takes one long look at the grave of his two best friends.

"We step forward."

[fyeahgrayluweek]

A warm hello to GrayLu family \(^o^)/

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Hello there! It’s been around a month since we officially announced the prompts. Thanks to those who have followed this blog~ (^.^)

We’re sure there must be some people who have already started working on their project for GrayLu Week 2014 hehehe thank you, fellow shippers! (^.^)

For those who still have exams, good luck! Just look over there, GrayLu family and the whole Fairy Tail guild will be your cheering squad! \(^o^)/

For those who are enjoying summer vacation, hopefully you can get inspirations for writing/drawing/etc. And it's a good time too for you to confess your love (eh?) XD

For those who wonder why the blog/theme still less from GrayLu thing, it’s because the theme still under some makeover. So just wait and see! (^.^)

Last but not least, a friendly reminder. Don’t get easily provoked by the insults out there about our OTP. Don’t let them ruin your lovely day! Just keep calm and give them your charming smile! (^.^)

Well, don’t forget to spread the news and spread GrayLu Love as well! ♥ ♥ ♥

Check our blog to see the prompts !

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GrayLu family unite!

(＾○＾)オ(＾▽＾)ハ(＾０＾)ツ～

[fyeahgrayluweek]

I am excited for Graylu week this year! I love them and I participated last year and I want to this year too! I can’t wait to hear the prompts for it. But I have been wondering, why was Graylu week changed? Last year’s official Graylu week was September 15-21, 2013. As far as I know the dates of all the others weeks haven’t changed either, so why was Graylu given a new week?

Oh hello anon! :)

We glad that you’re excited for GrayLu Week this year and can’t wait for your participation again. Sure. Probably we’ll announce the prompts next week, because we are still discussing those prompts at the moment. Sorry to keep you waiting *bow*

Ah! Actually we’re a different team from last year’s team. They couldn’t make it for this year for some reasons so we took the initiative to make GrayLu Week again. It’s too bad if our mission to spread GrayLu love must stopped, right?

And for the new week, 1st until 7th September 2014, the reason is: 1st September is Gray Day and 6th September GrayLu Day in Japan. So we think that’s a great week to runs GrayLu Week for this year. Full of luck and full of hope :)

Thank you! Have a nice day and have a wonderful weekend! :D

Cheers!

-GrayLu Week 2014-

[nonochuu]

GrayLu Week 2014! :D

Start from 1st September until 7th September 2014.

just wait for the prompts and get ready, people! :D

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:: Spread the GrayLu Love ::

(I tagged some of you from my earlier post ;p)

[fyeahgrayluweek]

Rules & Guidelines - GrayLu week 2014

RULES ~

1. Any form of work is acceptable: fanarts, edits, AMVS, fanfictions, songs, collages, all of it - as long as it’s your own creation.

2. You do not have to follow the set prompts. If you have no ideas for them, you may create your own list.

3. Any explicit images are to be censored properly, though you may provide a link to the uncensored image in the description.

4. Everything you post in the “graylu week” tag must be your own creation and made specifically for graylu week. This means NO REPOSTED ART. If someone on a different website has created something specifically for graylu week and you have their EXPLICIT permission, you are allowed to post it with the source. WE WILL CHECK THESE.

5. Have fun and ship GrayLu to your heart’s content.

Submissions Guide ~

• Proper credits, even on your own work, is to be placed in the description. It makes it easier to keep art sourced when others reblog it.

• NO REPOSTS. We can not stress this enough. The only exception as stated in Rule 4, is if the artist does NOT have a tumblr of their own. (Ex : pixiv). Do not repost from WeHeartIt or Zerochan

• The submission box is open, but we ask that you post the majority of your work in the tag. If our inbox is too flooded with submissions it may be difficult to reply to any questions.

• If you write a fanfiction/one-shot/drabble in your language, please write which language it is, and if you can, post an english version.

[nonochuu]

GrayLu Week 2014 ... calling all the fellow shippers! :D

As camoche03 said earlier... there will be another GrayLu Week for this year!

We haven't decided the prompts yet but the date seems to be 1st July until 7th July 2014 :D 

Be ready, people! Please do participate and spread the news. Since this event is from us to us, so the more the merrier!!! \(^o^)/

Let's spread GrayLu Love!!! <3 <3 <3

(I tagged some of you from my earlier post ;p)

:: GrayLu Week 2014, a tribute week for Gray Fullbuster and his beloved Lucy Heartfilia ::