#celestialhime

Hi there! Of course it’s alright to place two reservations. You could even do both characters if you’d like to. It’s all up to you. :)

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Unforeseen paths intersecting a marvelous manner. An aristocrat bearing supremacy in renowned Celestial prowess, and a stripper wielding Ice abilities, having intimate roads diverged into a climactic pique. A mere kiss; albeit holding potential to implicate or convey and unspoken recognition, their current blatant standings within the view of the other serves as distinguishable consequences to the approaching collision. Oh, countless possibilities could emerge varying upon his designated location of pursuit on that appeal form of hers. However, which would he pursue; which does he yearn for, and why?

                             Only time will tell.

                                   And time is of the essence.

     Therefore, a leisure approach would exterminate the distance between the infamous duo; duration unbeknownst, but goal confirmed, at least internally. Brimming with sheer anticipation, refined debonair appeared to permeate as he observed the blonde in nonchalance. Of course, not entirely composed, due to his unfortunate lack of experience, delicate dusting of salmon colouring adorned the surface of his visage. A noticeable smirk eased into view as he scrutinized over the allure before him; unquestionable beauty, however, to cherish it fully is out of the question. Giving into temptation for this brief interaction will suffice; despite the foreboding aching in the chest and head regions.

     As he slightly towered overhead of Lucy, Gray’s hands remained deep in the depths of thermal pocketing. Trousers apparent, shirt embellishing his physique, albeit unzipped, his apparel was seemingly befitting for the occasion. Unusually ostentatious for his preferences, stripes decorated his shirt; somewhat enhancing the distinct abdominal viewing in between the separated lining of attire. Briefly glancing over Lucy’s appearance, he found himself overcome with delight; gorgeous locks descending just past the length of her shoulders, brilliant oculars, glossy lips, slender form, and intriguing apparel. Truly exciting to merely behold, despite having noticed her beauty on countless days prior.

     ”T-This’ll probably be a bit awkward, or uncomfortable, so just bear with me on this. It’ll be over with before ya know it,” he informed her beforehand on engaging in the act, somewhat for her benefit, somewhat for his own, as a gentle reminder. Noting the boisterous calamity to resound throughout the towering structure, that is Fairy Tail’s base of operations, he silently wished for the altercations and chitchat to keep those distracted from his abandonment of collected demeanor. Discreetly scrutinizing those present with his peripheral vision, oculars narrowed and his unconcealed blush hastily expanded in embarrassment.

     Without further ado, Gray would straddle forth, and eliminate what little footing distance was between himself and Lucy. Noting their difference in height once more, a brief smirk transpired before he stifled his amusement. Arching an eyebrow upon her presumed composure, the ice-mage called forth unused arsenal. Anxiously raising both strapping arms, frigid palms firmly landed upon Lucy’s cheeks; cupping them and treasuring the divine texture against his own rough flesh. Momentarily leering into those bewitching oculars, Gray’s heartbeat suddenly sped up rapidly, and adrenaline transpired with apparent haste throughout his veins. Moistened lips detached and quickly drew nearer towards Lucy’s; neck descending, lips finally collided.

     Waves of bliss spread through as a miraculous sense of achievement rushed inward. Tiers curved into a remarkably trademark grin as his blush began lessening in radiance. Keeping one hand perched upon her cheek, Gray deliberately allowed the other hand to sneakily trail down her form; gently prodding into her back before briefly passing along her rear, and then establishing a firm placement upon her waist. Gripping it, Gray maintained a reasonable clasp as the kiss deepened, as oculars began fluttering wilfully. Much to his own astonishment and confusion, he’d instinctively broke the kiss, as though, something was alerting him to do so.

                                                                 ”What the hell?”

There was one word, one single word that fit the description of the group before her.

Idiots...

Fuck Gray

Marry Jellal 

Kill Laxus