#grangel

I can't stop laughing you asked me this exact prompt and pairing three years ago!! Here is the link to it. Don't worry, I wrote you a follow up for making me smile.

He never learned, did he? Or at the very least, he needed to figure out how to say no. Because here Gray was, yet again, stuck at the ice cream stand in the sweltering heat.

Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as before. Well... in some respects. This time he had more customers, as he had managed to keep all of his clothes on thus far and managed to avoid looking like a pervert. Mostly. Every once in a while he got a strange look from a customer, in particular one woman that had wrapped an arm around her kid and hastily retreated with their ice cream. Gray wasn't sure what had made her do that - he'd even checked with her that he was still wearing clothes! A mystery.

The clothes came with their set of problems though. His underwear, to be exact. They were chafing something fierce. The additional weight of the clothes had only made him sweat more, which had completely soaked through his boxers some time ago. Why hadn't he worn swim trunks? Those at least chafed... a little less.

At least the day would end soon. The sun was starting to sink, and as soon as it disappeared completely then the park would close and so would the stand. Then he could go home and mercifully escape both his boxers and the heat. He was literally itching to be free.

Gray's poor decision making skills aside... he was a little disappointed that he hadn't seen one particular customer at all that day. It wasn't as if he was hoping for a repeat of their last encounter, exactly. After all, that would mean that he had once more failed to comply with basic food hygiene standards. Especially as, once she'd left, he'd been questioned by park police about his public indecency. Over the years he had grown a pretty thick skin about people seeing him in the nude, but every once it a while the embarrassment would blindside him just as hard as it had when he was younger. This had been one of those times, unfortunately.

Wanting to see Sorano again wasn't weird, he told himself. He had things to ask her; the fact that a wanted criminal was out and about like it was nothing, had she continued to use her angel magic after all, was she doing well, had she liked the ice cream...

Maybe he just wanted a do-over on the impression he'd made. A thought he was not going to analyze further, as he was not Lucy.

Finally, the sun vanished, warm rays of gold and orange slipping into lavender and dark blue. Gray dutifully because to close up the shop, cleaning the utensils and securing the lids on the ice cream tubs (necessitating opening the freezer for some sweet, sweet relief), when he heard a throat clear behind him.

Not looking up, he called back, "Sorry, we're closed for the day."

"Ah," came a familiar, light voice. "I see I came too late today." Gray spun around, just catching the wicked smile starting to form on the woman's face as she tacked on, "For both the ice cream and the show." This time, Sorano had come without the hat, though still wearing a sundress.

"That might be construed as harassment," Gray quipped, not truly upset but still feeling a little warm in the neck at the reminder of what had happened before, and more than a little bit mesmerized by how her hair glowed in the fading light - almost ethereal.

Sorano raised an equally pale eyebrow as she appraised him. "For you or for me?"

Caught staring, Gray spluttered unintelligably. For lack of anything else to say on the topic, he abruptly switched it. "Did you enjoy the ice cream?"

The smile on her face softened slightly. "No."

Now that was a punch straight to the gut.

"...But my sister enjoyed it very much. I'm afraid I don't really care for ice cream personally." The wicked gleam in her eyes had returned in full force.

"How can someone not enjoy ice cream?" Gray muttered in shock. What utter blasphemy had he just witnessed?

She gave him a slight shrug. "Didn't have much occasion to develop a taste for it growing up."

That seemed fair, given Gray's limited knowledge of Sorano's past. "Then why come back?" he asked. "Looking for a another show? I'll have you know I kept my clothes on all day this time." Much to his discomfort.

A light laugh, as sibilant as he remembered, met his words. "Maybe I did?"

Gray considered her for a long moment. "Give me a few more minutes to finish closing up? Then maybe we can... try out a few other things you may have missed out on in the past."

Sorano licked her lips. "With or without your clothes?"

Defeated, Gray put his face in his hands and let out a groan. "I'm going to hear about this all night, aren't I?"

Obviously this is not real, this is just what i gathered through interviews and then give my own thoughts, so dont get all crazy and attack me.

Asher and Jack met awkwardly, like any ordinary & normal kids who was meeting for the first time

Asher said in an interview that he'd expected Jack to be the one that's NOT awkward between the two of them, but honestly they were both shy around each other on the first table read, lmao

Asher was filming Andi Mack around the time they were filming Shazam so he didn't really get to hang around much with the other Shazam cast

Most of his scenes for the movie included Jack tho, so it makes more sense that he would spend more time with him

Asher tried to be as professional as he could but Jack was definitely a special kindred spirit because he joked and pranked around during the time they were filming, so a lot of Jack's scene was improvised on the spot, making Asher confused (and, dare i say, frustrated) most of the time

And it's not like it was a big problem for Asher, but it always took so long to finish shooting a scene, and it always got tiring especially going back to back filming Andi Mack, a series which he is a main character of

So yeah, during filming Asher was always the more serious one and even if he didn't really have bad experience with the cast/filming, he wasnt really exactly buddy-buddy with ALL of them, in the end this whole thing is still JUST a job

Even if there was a cast/crew outing asher only went because he felt like he had to, despite enjoying himself in the end

This shows that jack and asher's friendship has not always been sunshine and rainbow since the beginning, which I love because it's REAL and not as glamorized by hollywood

And then re-shoot happened, then Comic Con, then press time, through these processes jack&asher friendship grew and they find more things they have in common and now they are just very comfortable with each other❤❤

(It's possible that their PR team told/taught them to behave very bromancy for the sake of the movie but I think at this point they are having fun with it, hugging each other, holding each other hands, complimenting each other, jack playing with asher's hair, etc.. yes they're definitely having fun with this so called friendship ❤❤❤

Gray wiped the sweat from his brow, wondering just why it was that no one was approaching the small ice cream stand.  He was melting in the sweltering heat, the air stagnant inside the stand.  The only bit of reprieve he got from it was when he opened the cooler’s door to bring out one of the confections for a customer.  Not even his magic was really helping him, no matter how often he tried to freeze himself.  His body was just too used to the ice living inside his veins to be affected by it anymore.

Why had he ever thought that this would be an easy request to handle?  In the middle of August?  For that matter, why did the requester even want a mage to handle it?  It would be one thing if Gray was helping to keep the ice cream cold, but the cooling lacrima was working just fine.  So why?  Why was he suffering needlessly?

And why did no one want ice cream on such a hot day?!  Normally there would at least be children that wanted some!

“I would like some ice cream, please,” came a vaguely familiar, sultry voice.

Looking up, Gray peered at the woman standing in front of the ice cream stand.  Her pale sundress stood out sharply against her skin, contrasting prettily with her summer tan.  Her long hair, as brilliantly white as freshly fallen snow, hung loose down her back.  A large, floppy hat with a ribbon wrapped around it hid most of her face from him, but not her sly smile.

She definitely seemed familiar to the ice mage, but the heat must have affected his brain because for the life of him he just couldn’t place her.

“What flavor?” he asked, putting aside his vague recollections for now.  Right now, all that mattered was that she was about to give him the excuse to get a little relief from the incredibly clement weather.  Therefore, she was now his hero.  His light.  His savior.

“Oh, any of them will do.  What’s your favorite?”   Her smile, if anything, grew.

“Melon,” he answered automatically.  “Cone or cup?”

“I’ll take two cones of Melon,” she said, taking money out a small clutch purse.  With long, delicate fingers, she placed the Jewels in his outstretched hand.

Sweet relief flooded Gray’s body when he opened the cooler and scooped out the ice cream.  He savored the cool air on his skin as he prepped the cones.  It ended all too soon, though, and it was with great reluctance that he closed the cooling unit again.

“Here you are,” Gray said, handing the ice cream over to the woman.

To his surprise, she only took one of the cones.  With her free hand, she lifted her hat’s brim to see him properly, and gave him a wink.  “That one’s to thank you for... the show.”

Flabbergasted, Gray could only stare as Sorano - formerly of Oracion Seis, a sworn enemy of Fairy Tail on two occasions - turned and left with her treat in hand.

What the hell did she mean by “the show”?

Then Gray shrugged, and looked down at the ice cream in his hand.

It was only then that he noticed that, at some point, he’d ditched his pants from the heat.

And his underwear.

A strangled sound of mortification burst from his throat, and as he frantically began to look for his discarded clothing, he thought he heard a high, sibilant laugh from somewhere nearby.

Wearing a shiny hat

Drawlloween, part 4: Vampire

This is The Undead Club, which is for undeads. No, you can’t sit with us.

Hello, I love Gangrel and I think him and Taker would get along amazingly well, being undead/immortal and all. Not pictured: Edge and Christian BEGGING for Gangrel to include them in his super secret undead club. He said “no”.