Author's Note : I am sooo in love with this pairing. Long rant ahead, cause I really have no one to discuss GrayZa with T_T. And I forgot to put in a author's Note for my other GrayZa fic, which I promise I'll be updating as soon as I can.
Sigh. . . If only Mashima was as in love with GrayZa as I am. Gray & Erza could be soooo terrific together. . . . Why can't he see it ?$*$%! Frankly, I'm quite disappointed with the Gray X Erza bits in the Manga.
He gave the pairing such an awesome beginning and then woo*&^%$sh!, he just completely ignores it all. It's not even a slow fade-away of feelings. Instead, it's like Gray's powerful fixation on Erza as a child, simply does not exist anymore. I feel like the author is deliberately ignoring the connection between the two and forcing them onto a platonic footing, especially on Gray's side.
Probably because he's completely charmed by GerZa & GrUvia, which are also pairings I like very much, but but T_T. . .
Sigh. . .Erza's feelings for Gerard can't really be ignored & Juvia is just so absolutely adorable with her affectionate antics in her love of Gray-sama. . . .but but T_T. . . .GrayZa33!
There were strong romantic connotations to Gray & Erza's interaction as children.
Cana's fortune directly implied that Erzawas supposed to be lucky for Gray. Really, how does that work platonically? Erza didn't just walk into Gray's life alone. She walked into all of Fairy Tail and Natsu & everyone else's life as well. Why the stupid focus on Gray alone? And-and- that- that evilsuggestion by a FT member that Gray was in love with her. Grrrrrrrr. The best part of it all is how Gray reacts to Erza and tears. Erza and Erza alone.
Gray has been shown to be uncomfortable with tears in general, but, it is only Erza's tears that make him blush so adorably, and clutch his heart so. No one else. How people can label this as merely platonic is beyond me!
That strong reaction of Grays is the icing to my GrayZa Cake. . . . . .EXCEPT. . . Mashima refuses to make the whole cake for me. :P Why T_T?
And Erza. What does Gray mean to Erza? He has to be a little special to her. After all, he was the first someone that Erza let slip in under her armour. He was the first one she opened up her scarred little heart to after the crazy stuff with Gerard. Cana tried to talk to her and couldn't. But Gray could. Granted his approach was rather forceful lol! But whatever! He got her to notice him. And its just extremely endearing how she feels secure leaning on him for comfort and tears up so easily in front of him. Shouldn't all of that amount to something?
Like I said, GrayZa does very much exist in the Manga. Mashima just seems to be totally ignoring its existing potential and experimenting with every other pairing under the sun :P:P:P. Romance doesn't seem to be much of a subplot in FT yet. And its a real pity GrayZa has such a small fandom.
Argh, I really doubt it, but I hope he'll at the very least address Gray's feelings for Erza, before moving on to GrUvia & GerZa or whatever. Most likely, I'm afraid Mashima will pretend that Gray never felt anything of that magnitude for Erza at all. Which obviously isn't true, but I'm afraid he doesn't care about Gray's feelings too much.
As much as I love Juvia, I cannot believably see her measuring up to Erza in Gray's eyes. How will she become more important to Gray than Erza is right now? How Mashima?
If I didn't so strongly believe Gray was head over heels for Erza, I'd be completely enamoured with GrUvia. But as it stands now, Gray's feelings for Erza are important to me. I hope they mean something to Mashima too * glare *.
Lol, it's really all Mashima's call, though. He'll do what he wants to do. So I've decided I won't be too bothered by what happens in the Manga.
I love GrayZa, Regardless. I only wish there was a more vocal GrayZa fandom. Where are the fan clubs for it T_T? I want to spazz over this pairing & all their moments, even the silly irrelevant one's, soooo bad!
If only someone would start a fan club for it! Anyone know of one? I just want somewhere we can discuss GrayZa and Only GrayZa! Anywhere? Isn't there anyone out there that likes GrayZa as much as I do T_T ? If someone wants to make one, I'd be willing to help outJ. I just don't know how to start the process!
Right! Sorry, I've said too much. End of long ramblings now XD. I just had to let loose my inner GrayZa fangirl somewhere.!
Onto Drabble.
Series : Fairy Tail
Pairing : Gray X Erza
Prompt 1 : 'Intoxicated'
She was curled up on the couch like a cat in front of the fireplace, the firelight reflected like liquid honey in her golden brown eyes, red hair spread out around her, like she was lying on a bed of scarlet fire. She was beautiful.
Was that really him, waxing poetry like a lovesick fool?
Clearly, he was drunk. They were all rather drunk, actually. He was inelegantly sprawled out on the couch across from hers, an arm thrown casually over his head.
Natsu, Lucy and Happy were passed out on the carpeted floor between them like one happy family. Cute. Wait, did he just think anything about Natsu was 'cute'? He must be really drunk to have thought that.
His wandering eyes strayed back to her again, like they always did, greedily drinking in every captivating detail of her. She was . . . .
He tensely ran a nervous hand through his hair. They were alone now. He and Erza. Erza and he. The only ones still conscious.
And he was drunk. Clearly. Intoxicated. By her. Or the alcohol. He couldn't tell.
He wished that she would just fall asleep, so he could stop stressing about her. The alcohol was making him think strange things. If she'd been asleep, then he could atleast carry her to the bed, where she'd be more comfortable.
He didn't care that she already looked comfortable lying on the couch. He just needed an excuse to touch her. Hold her like he'd never be able to, if they were both sober and awake.
Erza wasn't the kind of woman who ever needed a man to do the carrying.
She didn't need protecting. Way too strong. And intimidating. She freaking scared the pants off of him sometimes.
She didn't engage in flirting. Way too practical. Or maybe she didn't know how to flirt. Though, sometimes he wondered. She did pretty well at that waitressing job they took to pay Lucy's rent.
Then again, maybe not. If anything, naïve and sensible Erza was just zealously going about her job with military precision.
A shadow of a smile crossed his face.
She was a walking sensual weapon. And she didn't know it.
A spark of unbidden desire flashed in his eyes as he gazed at her with unadulterated longing.
Erza was blissfully unaware of her sexuality. And he found that unbearably sexy.
She was probably completely unaware he was sitting across from her, staring at her like a besotted fool.
"Gray"
He started at the sudden intrusion, private thoughts dissolving guiltily at the sound of her voice. Soft. Throaty. Hoarse from sleep. Or a result of his alcohol induced fantasies.
"What?" he huskily responded, afraid she'd detect the strong strain of desire mingled in his tone.
Liquid honey brown eyes, the color of the brandy he'd gulped down hours before, now stared directly into his own dark repressed eyes.
"You've been staring at me," She stated, innocent curiosity in her soft, unmistakably husky voice, it was husky from sleep, not anything else, he told himself firmly, "Why?"
Damn. She really could be extremely annoying at times.
He'd have to lie his way out of this one. It'd be way too awkward to tell her the truth. If only he had the same effect on her.
Cue imagination overdrive, heights of foolish optimism and everything that most assuredly belongs in the realm of impossibility.
"Erza, I was just thinking how irresistibly sexy I find your innocence."
Blushing prettily to the roots of her scarlet hair, and gazing at him with stars of utter adoration in her eyes, 'You-you do? Oh, Gray, I'm so touched. That's it! This is the last straw. I-I've made up my mind! "
"Gray! You're impossible to resist! I have decided to offer you my innocence."
" You-you have? Erza!" Sheer passion and hope shining brightly in his eyes,
"I'd be honoured if you would be the one to take my . ."
"YES! In fact, lets begin already" He was already dragging her by the hand in search of the nearest bed.
" …hand in marriage? "
Before stars of utter adoration turned to murderous rage, Gray hastily took a detour to the nearest church and pretended marriage to her was what he had in mind all along. Taking her innocence could wait till later. Besides, marriage to her didn't sound too bad.
" Gray, you awake? You haven't answered my question yet?." She stubbornly persisted, jolting him out of his stupid, sappy, beyond lame fantasy.
Right. He hoped the alcohol had left him with some measure of control over his tongue, if not over the sappy sentimental crap clouding his head.
"I'm sitting right across from you, Erza," he defensively shot back. "Where else would I look?"
"Oh" She quirked her lips slightly at the corners, a trace of wistfulness in her almost smile. "Not because I'm so beautiful you can't keep your eyes off me?" She gently teased.
Was he imagining things because of the alcohol again? She almost sounded a little disappointed to him.
He kneaded his forehead with his fingers. It must be the alcohol. There's no way Erza would care if Gray found her beautiful or not. Right?
"If it makes you feel better, I do think you're the most interesting thing in the room at the moment" he casually gave in.
She'd never need to know just 'how' interesting' she was to him. She never took any of his 'casual' comments seriously anyway.
And surely enough, she chuckled lightly in response to his flirty comment. It never seemed to occur to her that he meant every word he said to her.
She was the only one he never played around with. And she never took him seriously. Irony was a damn pain in the ass.
Whatever. Atleast he'd made her laugh. He liked the sound of her laughter.
" I see . . I guess that's the best I can expect from you. Its not an improvement over 'beautiful' by any means, but you've never been all that smooth to begin with, except when you're using your ice magic. I'll take what I can get." She smiled delightedly over at him, a fond look in her warm gaze, eyes looking like molten honey in the firelight.
There was a painful warmth in his chest at the expression of simple delight on her face.
If only she knew how many times he'd thought she was beautiful tonight, just merely curled up on the sofa with her curtain of red hair spread out like a halo of fire around her.
"When you were staring intently at the fire, what were you thinking about? he abruptly asked, to shake off heady images of red hair and trembling fingers gripping said hair with irrepressible desire.
And then immediately wished he hadn't asked. He already knew. The brightness in her eyes dimmed a little, to be replaced with an almost indecipherable look.
"Gerard" Voice soft and hesitant. Of course.
Her softly uttered word felt like a bucket of icy water was dumped on him.
He felt a sharp stab of pain in his chest.
He didn't want to hear anymore, not when he was as intoxicated as he was. Gerard was an extremely sore topic for him. . .
"And You."
. .the last thing he wanted to do, was hurt her by saying things he shouldn't say. . Wait, did she say me?
"Me?" he unconsciously echoed.
"You." She reaffirmed.
"And Natsu. And Lucy. And Happy. And Fairy Tail." She continued.
Of course, he thought a little bitterly, it was idiotic to hope he would be alone in her thoughts for once. He felt cheated.
" And you."
"You mentioned me once already" he tightly pointed out.
She looked conflicted for a bit, then quietly said, " I know. I mentioned you again."
Crazily enough, what echoed childishly in his head was, 'She thought about me twice'. He didn't feel so cheated anymore. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't help feeling a little pleased.
" I . ." She trailed off, then cleared her throat and began again "I was mostly thinking about you and Gerard."
Elation was rapidly replaced by uneasiness. What she said had unsettled him. He wasn't sure, if it was a good thing to be mentioned in the same breath as that bastard.
Typical Erza. She really had no idea what she was doing to him.
Except, something about Erza was off. She seemed almost nervous and uncertain.
He clenched and unclenched his left fist in response, feeling far from calm himself. He didn't know if he was ready to have this conversation yet.
He knew how she felt about Gerard. It was painfully obvious. But he didn't want to hear Erza saying it. He wasn't prepared.
He didn't want to hear Erza comparing him with Gerard and falling short of the bastard in her eyes. It was enough to know. Especially not now, when he was drunk, and there was no leash on his emotions.
She didn't know it, but this thing with Gerard was hurting him too. Its why he kept his distance from her, and tried his damnest to interact normally with everyone and stay emotionally detached from her where Gerard was concerned.
He didn't want to burden her with his unrestrained feelings. She was in enough pain because of Gerard. It would hurt her to know of Gray's feelings, because he felt she didn't/couldn't return them. That she was causing Gray pain, would weigh heavily on her stupid fragile heart. She did care deeply about Gray after all.
He understood that about her.
He meant to give her the space she needed, to sort out her feelings without the added confusion, and stifling pressure knowing about his feelings would bring her.
And as much as he hated the bastard, if there was still a way for her to be with him, then he'd stand aside and let it happen. For Erza's sake.
"And?" he quietly prompted, when the silence dragged on uncomfortably.
Erza swallowed. Once. Twice. She opened her mouth slowly to speak, but ended up closing it without saying anything. She bit her lips unsurely, ran a tongue over to wet them, then tried again, to only end up with the same result again.
Watching her repeatedly lick and bite her lips in tension was extremely distracting, and slowly getting on his nerves. He'd started this conversation to shake off his sexual awareness of her and now, her irritating, nervous lip movement was bringing it all back again. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Just spit it out, Erza" He snapped at her thickly .
"S-Sorry" She stuttered uncharacteristically. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat nervously and continued.
" Gray . . . '' Her voice slightly unsteady, an unmistakable trace of vulnerability in it.
" Yeah? . . ." He urged a little softly this time. The firelight, playing on her face made it difficult to read the emotion in her eyes. He knew they were trying to tell him something, but he couldn't discern what it was.
" What do I mean to you?"
Author's Note: To be continued. . .J