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[First].
Whenever he heard that name, Gray felt a shudder reverberate inexorably down his spine.
You were reckless, loud, your tongue was sharper than a blade and you never wasted the opportunity to tear him down with your rapier wit. To say that you were a bigger pain in the ass than Natsu would be a monumental understatement.
No hatred for one soul was purer than his for you.
And the feeling was mutual.
So why, in all that was holy, did Makarov find it appropriate to pair the two of you up on every other mission?
It wasn’t like he hated you because you used lava as your preferred type of magic—or, maybe it was – but it was also because you just did the exact opposite of what he said all the fucking time.
“Don’t attack them head-on.”
You’re charging down the front lines.
“Don’t do anything irrational.”
You force a volcanic eruption.
“Don’t get yourself killed.”
You’re in the hospital just being brought back from the verge of death.
It didn’t matter what he said or how he said it, you would always go against every little detail he might’ve offered.
Truly he had a cursed existence – for he was travelling with you on a mission. Another mission. He was expecting a headache.
Bandits had been hitting this one road pretty hard, and it was cutting off important trade routes to merchants who desperately needed them. Makarov had ordered the two of you to clear them out, even after Gray put on a shameful display of begging to go with Natsu instead.
You shoved your hands in your pockets as you trudged down the gravel pathway in awkward stillness. The two of you had been searching up and down this route for hours and yet there had been no sign of bandits.
You watched Gray as he crouched down to get a better view of a mark in the dirt. As he was stuck into investigating, you released a heavy breath from your lungs. Much to your displeasure, he kept on searching without so much as offering you the satisfaction of a glance.
It hadn’t provoked the reaction you wanted out of him, so you sighed again – louder this time.
Still nothing. He knew very well what you were getting at, and he wasn’t interested in your games this late in the afternoon. For fucks sake, he was digging in the dirt looking for evidence that wasn’t there after an entire day of retracing his steps. There was nothing to be found, he was at his wit’s end and you were just pushing him over the edge!
You inhaled a deep breath to release the loudest sigh your vocal chords could muster, but he stopped you.
“Will you shut up?!” he snapped.
“What? I’m not doing anything!”
“You know exactly what you’re doing – be quiet for once, will you?”
You frowned. “Why you gotta be such a jerk?”
“I’m a jerk?!” He stood up and spun around to face you. You always forgot stupidly how tall he was. “You were the one who insisted you come along after I said Natsu could! Now we’ve been searching this whole damn area for eight hours with nothing to show for it and it’s your fault!”
You took a step back, feeling personally offended that he’d gone so far as to blame you for the entire mission’s failure. “You honestly think you could’ve done better with Natsu?!”
He opened his mouth to reply then paused. “Well... he could’ve drawn enough attention for those bandits to find us!”
Actually, that was true. You couldn’t deny it.
Whenever you got into arguments like this with Gray you simultaneously wanted to punch him in the face and kiss him until you both suffocated. It would be painful and probably really awkward, but it’d be worth it.
You clenched your fists and bit back an insult you were itching to throw his way. “You... are a prick. Wanna make out?”
“What?! How can you bring that shit up here, of all places?” His upper lip curled in feigned disgust.
“Do you want to or not?” you persisted.
He sighed. Why was he dating someone like you again?
No, he knew why – because you always knew what he was thinking. Including now.
“Yes I want to make out, is that even a question?”
You smiled at him in satisfaction before roughly shoving him behind a bushed area. If you were going to play tonsil hockey it’d be preferable to have at least some semblance of privacy – or whatever could be considered privacy out in a bandit-infested forest.
You had both ended up killing three hours behind that bush. By the time you were contented the sun had already gone to sleep, and the two of you were left fumbling with your clothes as you shamefully trailed back to the guild hall.
When you expressed the gall to show your sorry asses to Makarov with nothing more than unwarranted sexual satisfaction he almost threw the both of you out on the street. It took him nearly a half hour to calm down from his frothing rage enough to tell you you’d gone to the wrong location.
He didn’t bother staying long enough to hear your defence – he was already on the verge of combusting and you didn’t want to try your luck.
After sharing a moment of silence watching after him as he stomped his way out of the room, you turned to Gray. His eyes met yours, and the two of you stood there sheepishly.
“Y’see, this is why I hate going on missions with you,” Gray remarked.
“Shut up, you enjoyed it.” You paused for a moment. “So... try again tomorrow?”
“Not even if you paid me.”
“Aw come on, don’t be like that!” you argued.
He sent a cold glare in your direction before he turned his gaze to the floor. He heaved a sigh of defeat. No matter how much the two of you fought, or how much you loathed each other’s existence, you were still hopelessly attached, and you knew it. Gray mentally swore that you’d be the end of him.
“...We’ll meet up at seven.”
Whenever he heard that name, Gray felt a shudder reverberate inexorably down his spine.
You were reckless, loud, your tongue was sharper than a blade and you never wasted the opportunity to tear him down with your rapier wit. To say that you were a bigger pain in the ass than Natsu would be a monumental understatement.
No hatred for one soul was purer than his for you.
And the feeling was mutual.
So why, in all that was holy, did Makarov find it appropriate to pair the two of you up on every other mission?
It wasn’t like he hated you because you used lava as your preferred type of magic—or, maybe it was – but it was also because you just did the exact opposite of what he said all the fucking time.
“Don’t attack them head-on.”
You’re charging down the front lines.
“Don’t do anything irrational.”
You force a volcanic eruption.
“Don’t get yourself killed.”
You’re in the hospital just being brought back from the verge of death.
It didn’t matter what he said or how he said it, you would always go against every little detail he might’ve offered.
Truly he had a cursed existence – for he was travelling with you on a mission. Another mission. He was expecting a headache.
Bandits had been hitting this one road pretty hard, and it was cutting off important trade routes to merchants who desperately needed them. Makarov had ordered the two of you to clear them out, even after Gray put on a shameful display of begging to go with Natsu instead.
You shoved your hands in your pockets as you trudged down the gravel pathway in awkward stillness. The two of you had been searching up and down this route for hours and yet there had been no sign of bandits.
You watched Gray as he crouched down to get a better view of a mark in the dirt. As he was stuck into investigating, you released a heavy breath from your lungs. Much to your displeasure, he kept on searching without so much as offering you the satisfaction of a glance.
It hadn’t provoked the reaction you wanted out of him, so you sighed again – louder this time.
Still nothing. He knew very well what you were getting at, and he wasn’t interested in your games this late in the afternoon. For fucks sake, he was digging in the dirt looking for evidence that wasn’t there after an entire day of retracing his steps. There was nothing to be found, he was at his wit’s end and you were just pushing him over the edge!
You inhaled a deep breath to release the loudest sigh your vocal chords could muster, but he stopped you.
“Will you shut up?!” he snapped.
“What? I’m not doing anything!”
“You know exactly what you’re doing – be quiet for once, will you?”
You frowned. “Why you gotta be such a jerk?”
“I’m a jerk?!” He stood up and spun around to face you. You always forgot stupidly how tall he was. “You were the one who insisted you come along after I said Natsu could! Now we’ve been searching this whole damn area for eight hours with nothing to show for it and it’s your fault!”
You took a step back, feeling personally offended that he’d gone so far as to blame you for the entire mission’s failure. “You honestly think you could’ve done better with Natsu?!”
He opened his mouth to reply then paused. “Well... he could’ve drawn enough attention for those bandits to find us!”
Actually, that was true. You couldn’t deny it.
Whenever you got into arguments like this with Gray you simultaneously wanted to punch him in the face and kiss him until you both suffocated. It would be painful and probably really awkward, but it’d be worth it.
You clenched your fists and bit back an insult you were itching to throw his way. “You... are a prick. Wanna make out?”
“What?! How can you bring that shit up here, of all places?” His upper lip curled in feigned disgust.
“Do you want to or not?” you persisted.
He sighed. Why was he dating someone like you again?
No, he knew why – because you always knew what he was thinking. Including now.
“Yes I want to make out, is that even a question?”
You smiled at him in satisfaction before roughly shoving him behind a bushed area. If you were going to play tonsil hockey it’d be preferable to have at least some semblance of privacy – or whatever could be considered privacy out in a bandit-infested forest.
You had both ended up killing three hours behind that bush. By the time you were contented the sun had already gone to sleep, and the two of you were left fumbling with your clothes as you shamefully trailed back to the guild hall.
When you expressed the gall to show your sorry asses to Makarov with nothing more than unwarranted sexual satisfaction he almost threw the both of you out on the street. It took him nearly a half hour to calm down from his frothing rage enough to tell you you’d gone to the wrong location.
He didn’t bother staying long enough to hear your defence – he was already on the verge of combusting and you didn’t want to try your luck.
After sharing a moment of silence watching after him as he stomped his way out of the room, you turned to Gray. His eyes met yours, and the two of you stood there sheepishly.
“Y’see, this is why I hate going on missions with you,” Gray remarked.
“Shut up, you enjoyed it.” You paused for a moment. “So... try again tomorrow?”
“Not even if you paid me.”
“Aw come on, don’t be like that!” you argued.
He sent a cold glare in your direction before he turned his gaze to the floor. He heaved a sigh of defeat. No matter how much the two of you fought, or how much you loathed each other’s existence, you were still hopelessly attached, and you knew it. Gray mentally swore that you’d be the end of him.
“...We’ll meet up at seven.”
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felt like writing for gray bc i used to have a boner for him lmao
also in case i didnt specify clear enough U AND GRAY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP but u also hate each other
also in case i didnt specify clear enough U AND GRAY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP but u also hate each other
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that picture embodies gray's sexiness