Soray/Angeray and ice cream? (I know it's technically two words but it's all I can think of rn lol)
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?"
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Royalty AU - Marriage Law - every royal must marry a commoner chosen by the advisor to keep the bloodlines clean
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It was one thing to be ordered to marry a commoner. Sorano was fine with that, mostly. She didnât take too well to being given orders in the first place, so there was a part of her that would have rebelled against it no matter. But she had long since overcome any wariness or disgust for the non-nobility, so the thought of marrying one of them wasnât abhorrent. And it wasnât as if the bloodlines couldnât use new stock.
No, the part she objected to most strongly was the fact that she wasnât allowed to wed her commoner.
Perhaps it was strange to be so obsessive over someone from a lower class, but to Sorano, her affection for Gray Fullbuster was hard-fought, and she never did like giving up anything that was hers. Not to her sister, not to her parents, not to the noble class, and certainly not to a silly law that marrying Gray would fulfill the requirements of anyway.
All because some stuffed shirts thought that money was near equal to nobility. So what if Gray was dirt poor? So what if he overheated easily and tended to strip whenever that occurred? He was entertaining, and kind, and Sorano felt a rare sort of caring towards him. And for some reason, he seemed to feel the same for her in return.
Fine, then. If she must interview for other potential candidates, then sheâd become the most unlikable person in the entire kingdom, the absolute worst marriage material on the continent if necessary. She was already well on her way there, anyway, with her irascibility and sharp wit. And if that failed, she tear them down and flatten them into the earth.
She was selfish as all hell, and they would learn to respect that or sheâd set the kingdom to burning down around their ears. And Gray, for his part, was just as stubborn and bullheaded as she was.
Sorano would like to see them try to stop her. For theyâd find out just what kind of an opponent she could be when she put her mind to it.
Her teeth were sharp, and she always went for the throat.
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 coolerâs 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!
âI would like some ice cream, please,â 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 couldnât place her.
âWhat flavor?â 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.
âOh, any of them will do. Whatâs your favorite?â  Her smile, if anything, grew.
âMelon,â he answered automatically.  âCone or cup?â
âIâll take two cones of Melon,â she said, taking money out a small clutch purse. With long, delicate fingers, she placed the Jewels in his outstretched hand.
Sweet relief flooded Grayâs 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.
âHere you are,â 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 hatâs brim to see him properly, and gave him a wink.  âThat oneâs to thank you for... the show.â
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 âthe showâ?
Then Gray shrugged, and looked down at the ice cream in his hand.
It was only then that he noticed that, at some point, heâd 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.
OK so @sxtrisoul asked for this & gave me the idea fic yonks ago and I have been so slack, I hope that this shambles was worth the wait!
Pairing: Gray/Sorano
Description: âGray is kidnapped by a cult of worshippers who sacrifice attractive men in hopes of resurrecting the ultimate hot guy and Sorano barges in and rescues him while in her pyjamas and a face maskâ
After hanging out with Lucy as often as he did, Gray figured he would probably pick up a few of her habits. It was a fairly natural assumption, after hanging out with Natsu for too long he ended up saying âIâm all fired upâ about dumb shit. After hanging out with Erza for too long his cravings for strawberry cake went from non-existent to all too real. Any time around Elfman was just, dangerous. He had assumed that maybe hanging out with Lucy would make him care more about his appearance or heâd feel an urge to write down all his feelings, maybe heâd strip less which wouldnât be a bad thing (he was running out of shirts and the local law enforcement were only going to let public indecency slide so many times). He never thought for a second though that the habit he would take from Lucy was her tendency to get kidnapped.
Itâs possible that most peopleâs first thoughts upon having a sack thrown over their head and finding their wrists bound probably werenât complaining about their friendâs bad habits but, Gray wasnât most people. Most people didnât have a stripping habit all of their own. He was glad his friends hadnât picked up that habit from him, although he wouldnât mind Sorano taking a few notes. He really hoped this wasnât some sort of haze by Oracion Seis welcoming him to the family because he really didnât need Cobra hearing that little thought slip, the prank would turn into a homicide real quick. As much as Cobra claimed not to care about anyone but Lucy, and on occasion Kinana, he would still kick his ass if he disrespected Sorano.Â
Gray sighed. This hood smelled really bad, like old mouldy potatoes. They couldnât at least have shoved a clean sack over his face? Like, being kidnapped was bad enough but using a mouldy potato bag to blind him was really just kicking him while he was down. He hoped they didnât literally do that. That would be a step too far. Kidnap him sure but, donât be a dick about it. The mouldy potato bag was bad enough, honestly it was the mouldy potato bag that made him assume it wasnât Oracion Seis. They could be dicks but, they wouldnât go this far.
âPhase one is complete,â one of his kidnappers said and upon which Gray could conclude it definitely wasnât Oracion Seis, since their voice was distinctly feminine and belonged to no one in the guild. Also, who the hell says âphase one is completeâ.Â
âI thought heâd put up more of a struggle,â another piped up. Gray didnât want to admit that fighting against them hadnât actually crossed his mind yet. He was being far too complacent in this whole shenanigan but by this stage, tied up, outnumbered and nauseated, he didnât think heâd get too far fighting back. When the tide turned, heâd be ready, until then, this definitely wasnât the worst thing that had happened to him.
Gray was thankful that they didnât have glaringly bright lights in this cellar, it didnât take much for his eyes to adjust in the dim and the smell of wine was a welcome change after the potato sack from hell. They had placed him on the ground, wrists and feet still bound so he was kneeling awkwardly. He assumed they were below a mansion, the grandeur of the cellar being somewhat of a giveaway. As he looked around he also realised that there was a large crowd of people around him wearing red velvet cloaks, their hoods were pulled back and he realised the majority of them were girls with a few guys scattered in between. There was one shapeless figure who stood out from the crowd though, wearing a white cloak with the hood up and covering their face.
All in all this kidnapping wasnât too bad, they hadnât even knocked him around yet. He had been pretty bored this evening, might as well see how this one plays out.
âSo, whatâs the plan here?â He asked them. âKeep me for ransom? Get some secret intelâ on Fairy Tail? A really elaborate invitation to wine and cheese night?â
âWe were actually planning on sacrificing you to our goddess in the aims of raising the ultimate hot guy,â said the one in the white hood, far too calmly in Grayâs opinion since she was telling him he wasnât facing a few hours of discomfort but rather, death. Gray suddenly found himself a lot less keen to stay chill in this situation.
âDo I get a say in this?â He asked.
âNo. Once Sorcererâs Weekly declared you the âSexiest Man of Fioreâ your fate was sealed.â
âThatâs bat-shit crazy.â
âThe voice of the people is never wrong, though it may often be misunderstood.â
âJust kill me now.â
âIâm glad to see youâve been swayed to our way of thinking. Your death will come in time sweet sacrifice, the hour is not yet nigh.â
âOK that was a poor choice of words, I take it all back.â
âNo take-backs.â
âI bet Lucy doesnât have to deal with shit like this when she gets kidnapped.â
âWhat?â
âNothing.â
At that the woman clearly decided he was a waste of time, or she was just so intimidated by his manly charm and thought she might fall for him before she could kill him. It was probably the first. She moved off mingled amongst the crowd. Gray wondered at what they could possibly have to talk about in a situation like this, what sort of small talk do you go for? âOh yeah great weather weâve been having, how are the kids/wife/husband/cats? We should really catch up more often, shame we only do it when weâre going to slaughter some random guyâ. Gray smirked to himself, he should really give some of his lines to Lucy because he was hilarious.
âWhat the fuck is going on here?âÂ
Grayâs smirk fell and he suppressed a groan, he knew that voice anywhere and he knew that tone of voice all too well. It had been directed at him more than once and it never ended well. Â Sorano was here, and she was pissed. Donât get him wrong, he was glad for the rescue mission but he did not need to deal with the shit he was going to get from everyone for needing rescuing. Also it was her beauty night, no one interrupts her beauty night. He was amazed that the bright green face mask she was wearing didnât make her stance look any less intimidating. He didnât want to know the lengths she would have gone to find him, although he was also flattered. It really was a time of mixed emotions. He thought it was more likely that he wouldnât die tonight but, with Sorano looking that angry it wasnât guaranteed.
âHow dare you intrude on our ritualâŠâ the woman in the white cloak had stepped out of the crowd and Sorano levelled her glare on her. Gray nearly felt sorry for his kidnappers. Was it too soon for Stockholm syndrome to have set in?Â
âOh, a ritual? How terribly rude of me, I didnât realise you were performing a ritual, Iâll just go now,â Sorano said turning slightly before snapping back and folding her arms over her chest, at which point Gray noticed she was wearing her favourite pajamas. They were blue, fluffy and said âHells angelâ on the back. Â âAnd find some fucks to give because I donât give any about your ritual. I want to know why my boyfriend is tied up in some weird cellar miles out of town on a weekend. A week day I could forgive but it is Saturday night, itâs not the time for this crap.â
âItâs a new moonâŠâ
âOh my god,â Sorano raised a hand, her eyes clenched shut as she shook her head slowly, âI wanted to know what kind of idiots would try this and now I know. By the Angels. I donât care why youâre doing this tonight of all nights, I want to know why you are doing this full stop.â
âWe were told we needed to sacrifice the coolest guy to reincarnate the ultimate hot guy,â
Sorano looked like she wasnât sure whether to laugh, cry, or start punching people. âOK, well youâve summoned an incredible pissed mage who was trying to deep cleanse her pores and will not hesitate to kick your ass from here to Timbuktu.â Sorano lifted her chin and stared down at the hooded figures. âSo are you going to give my boyfriend back or am I going to have to get nasty?â
Gray recognised the expression well, hooded eyes, a haughty smirk, hands slowly moving to the side as her palms turned to the sky. She was ready to throw down.
The cult followers didnât seem to have prepared for this possibility. Their leader wasnât stepping forward with an evil laugh and detailing how they were waiting for her and hereâs the trap theyâve laid. Gray really needed to take some time away from Lucy he was expecting one of her action novels to play out before them. Cobra would probably be happy if he convinced the whole team to spend some time away. Lucyâs house had always been the teamâs home away from Fairy Tail but since Cobra moved in they were feeling less welcome.
âIâm sorry, but we cannot let you take the coolest guy.âÂ
A number of the cultists charged at Sorano, Gray saw her roll her eyes before there was a flash of gold and they were flung across the cellar. Many who fell didnât get back up but the others were more wary in their next approach.
âUse your heads,â their leader ordered, âJacqueline and Beth, protect your comrades.â
Two of the girls stepped out from the crowd. The taller one pushed her cloak back to reveal an arsenal of blades round her waist, she pulled out two and did some complicated spinning tricks with them. The other girl held her arms out, palm down either side of her and vines broke through the floor to rise up to meet her. All the while Sorano was tapping at her face mask looking bored.
The girl with the knives raced forward impossibly fast, blurring into lines of red and silver and Gray realised how they got him tied up so quickly. Having a mage with super speed involved in a kidnapping really just seemed like cheating. She was moving too quickly for his eyes to follow but Sorano seemed unbothered. She dropped into a crouch and without warning swung her leg out in an Angel powered kick that sent the girl flying. She landed in a heap and didnât make any moves to get up again.
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âYouâre not half as fast as Racer,â Sorano yawned. She turned her gaze on Gray suddenly. âAre you going to help at all or are you quite comfy there?â
âIâm a little tied up right now,â Gray snapped.
âOh Iâm sorry,â Soran said, knocking away one of the vines that was hurtling towards her, âI thought you were a tough Fairy Tail man not some helpless captive. Wait âtil I tell Natsu, the knucklehead will think itâs Christmas come early.â
âYou couldnât just summon an angel to cut me loose?â Gray muttered.
âYou know thatâs serious business, I use them in important fights not silly little spats like this.â Sorano stated as she made her way closer to the plant mage.
âWell they may not be good at fighting but theyâre bloody good at knot work.â Gray wiggled his wrists trying to loosen the ropes to work his hands free when suddenly the ropes just fell away. âHey! I did it! Ha take that Natsu.â
âTake one more step and Iâll cut his throat,â the knife girl from before had darted behind him at some point and after cutting his bonds now stood with her knife to his throat.
âIâm sorry but,â Gray started, moving his hands round into Ice-make formation, âwhy on earth did you think freeing my hands was a good idea? Ice-make fist!â
The frozen hand knocked her knife away and sent her reeling. Kind of lucky Gray realised since heâd forgotten about her whole, super speed deal The rest of the âbattleâ was short work, over in a flurry of blue and gold and a short call to the Council guard to pick up some miscreants.
âYou know, next time I get kidnapped by a psychotic cult could you be a little more worried? Show some love and concern?â Gray grinned as he draped an arm over Soranoâs shoulder now they were out of dangerâs way and the city was in sight.
âIf you want me to be concerned then next time you get kidnapped, make sure the psychotic cult can actually put up a fight.â She turned and planted a kiss on his cheek, âI am glad youâre ok numb nuts.â
âIâve been through worse,â Gray shrugged.
âExactly, and now youâve got me by your side, thereâs nothing to worry about.â
âWell I can think of one or two things.â
âAnd weâll deal with them too if they come. Nothing could be weirder than that, we got out just fine.â
âHowâd I get so lucky?â
âYou wonât be thinking that when I donât have any skin left, this mask was supposed to come off after 15 minutes not after hunting down my idiotic boyfriend, defeating his kidnappers and a sappy walk home.â
âWant to crash at mine? I know that its beauty night but itâs closer and youâre already in your pjs.â
âWhy not, beauty night is already in shambles. After I clean this off want to go prank Yukino and Natsu?â
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