#graytear

Day 5: College AU

let’s  go for a paddle <3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gray Fullbuster/Ultear Milkovich Characters: Gray Fullbuster, Ultear Milkovich, Lyon Vastia, Ur (Fairy Tail), Deliora (Fairy Tail) Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Overcoming Trauma (could have been written better) Summary: The story of the Gray, the Demon Slayer continues! Months after defeating Deliora, Gray has been dealing with nightmares. Can Princess Ultear help him?

who’s the cuddler: Ultear. She loves to feel Gray’s muscles.

who makes the bed: Ultear. Gray tosses the covers like he does his clothes. 

who wakes up first: Gray. He likes to start his training early. 

who has the weird taste in music: Ultear. Travelling across the country means you pick up a few things. 

who is more protective: Both are about as equally protective of each other. 

who sings in the shower: Ultear. Gray caught her one time and never lets her live it down. Though he does like her voice.

who cries during movies: Neither. They find romance movies boring and both laugh at horror movies. 

who spends the most while out shopping: They don’t really go shopping that much. Ultear is still paranoid since she used to be a fugitive and Gray tosses all his clothes anyway.

who kisses more roughly: Ultear. 

who is more dominate: Ultear. 

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 7/10 This is honestly my ideal ship for both of them. 

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?”

— the wolf

"everyone knows I am going to hell, and if it's true, i'll go there with you."

She hated him. He had taken everything away from her, even her place in her mother's heart. How, didn't matter. He, they, had replaced her and as she stood mere meters away from her once loving mother, all she could think was... unforgiveable. How could she? How could he? How dare he take her place? He already had his mother, so why in the world would he take hers too? Unforgiveable. He had taken something indescribably precious, and he would pay. She would become a villain, she would take away his irreplaceable.

She knew he was here on the island, but her acting skills had greatly improved since that day when he had taken it all. So as she cornered him again, as he asked about her mother, that word echoed in her mind. She loathed this man. He would never be her family. Not after he had taken her mother away. He didn't deserve family. He didn't deserve forgiveness. He didn't deserve love. So she would take every ounce of family, forgiveness, love that he thought he had and she would show him what he truly deserved.

Iced Shell.

That was the plan's name.

As they fought, she took a smug satisfaction at every pained noise he made. She felt that hatred deep inside feeding away at every glint of sadness, grief and pain that enterred his eyes. That was what he deserved. Agony. And that was what she was going to paint his world with.

So I had a ton of fun writing these! Especially the Sterza one, medieval AUs always give me life. Cutting it off after the Merik, otherwise thise post will be super long LMAO

Merik - “We aren’t even friends!”

“We aren’t even friends!” Erik growled out, pulling his arm from Meredy. “Now leave me alone, will you?” He took a sip of his bleach cocktail, very uninterested in the maguility mage. They were supposed to be scoping this dingy place out and as always, the maguility mage took things too far.

She was very drunk and very annoying, two things that shouldn’t be combined. “That’s not what you said last night,” she hiccuped, inching closer to him.

Erik sputtered and clasped his hand over Meredy’s mouth. In a low hiss, he whispered into her ear, “Watch your tongue, candy. I’m not in the mood to put up with this shit right now.” He shifted so no one could see them. He could barely see under the dim lights of the bar, but it didn’t mean that no one was watching.

He could feel her lithe tongue against his hand and he let go, wiping her saliva on her sleeve. Her blue eyes were dreamy, her body swaying to the beat. “Ok, ok. But you know Jelly said to keep an eye on me. And all you’ve been interested in is that putrid drink in front of you.” She sloppily gestured to the tonic.  

But she was wrong. His single eye was always on her. And if he wasn’t, he was always hiding in the outskirts of her mind.

Rated MA, likely.