Okay, since I am bored out of my fucking skull writing the current TRE chapter, you get the treat of another One-Shot for Viperhats shipping dump.
This time it is Gray/Levy, or Grevy as I call it. Suggested by a guest whom I am going to call Umbridge. XD Soz.
Hope you enjoy.
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"You're so cute."
Levy huffed, pouting her cheeks as Gray rested his arm on top of her head, giving her that damn grin of his as he stared into her eyes. She could feel the arrogance rolling off of him in waves. It was choking her, she had to knock him down a few pegs it seemed.
"You're so dumb."
'Wow, you sure showed him, Levy.' Her mind whispered, like it was laughing at her. What was worse was every time she went to reply, nothing left her lips. Gray just had this way of getting under her skin. Maybe it had to do with him being far taller than she had hope of being. She barely came up to his chest, for Mavis' sake! He was taller than most of the people in the guild, the only people who had him beat or equalled were people like Laxus, Gildarts and Gajeel.
"Aww..." He smiled, holding back chuckles as she tried to turn her head to glare at him from under his arm. Using his other arm he pinched her cheek gently and quickly booped her nose before stepping back to avoid her swipe.
"Get off me you oaf!" She exclaimed. Stamping her foot down as he broke down into laughter. Seeing her window of opportunity, she rushed forward and started slapping him on the head… Hard. "This'll teach you!"
"Ah! Stop!" He laughed harder, seemingly unaffected by her viscous attack. "I'm fragile!"
She stopped and thought about it for a second…
"Nope!"
"Hey! No fair!"
"You needed to get your head out of the clouds, now's as good as any time." She giggled, revenge tasted sweeter than any candy. Getting bored of slapping, she started pulling on his ear, yanking him along around his living room before throwing him onto the couch and leaning into his face, triumph gleaming in her eyes.
"Now stop being mean."
She thought that he lesson would have struck a chord… That he would finally give her some peace for the duration of her stay and he'd be a perfect gentlemen…
Then his arms wrapped around her waist and she found herself coming face to… chest with his -somehow unclothed- chest. Then her mind went blank. How he had that power to make her, one of the most intelligent people go mentally blank was beyond even her own impressive scope.
"Gray?"
"Ssh..." He placed his chin onto her her head, his arms snaking up her back and making their way toward her armpits… Suddenly they stopped and briefly, her mind wondered why he had, though her blush suddenly had her fighting against her own head to control herself…
But then his fingers started gliding over her, causing her to double over into the couch where he once laid. Her laughter had started shortly after, as his hands tickled their way down to her feet, where she was suddenly unable to fight against his strong grip on her foot. Her feet had always been extremely sensitive, and now he was exploiting that fact for his own evil desires.
He was truly evil incarnate…
"No, no, no, no! Stop it, i'm gonna pee!" She cackled wildly, her other leg thrashing underneath his own shin. She tried her hardest to summon the strength to fight back, but he was too strong and his actions had left her tired and twitchy. But that didn't stop her from writhing as hard as a Bull as he continued to torture her poor foot.
"Am I the best?" He asked, so that's what he wanted…
"No, asshole!" He was one…
"Oh well..." He chuckled, leaning down and blowing raspberries on the side of her stomach. Her eyes almost bugged out of their sockets at the new sensation.
"Ah!" She squealed, suddenly remembering her hands existed, she put them to work, slapping the back of his head for all she was worth. But the bastard never let up and her strength was quickly leaving her.
"Okay! Okay, you win, you win! Please stop!" Levy threw her head back and forth, trying to relieve the tickling. Her mind was going fuzzy with the awful torture she was receiving. Then just as it was there, it was gone within a flash, the pressure relieved from her legs and she found herself free from any form of Gray.
"As you wish, kitten."
The only thing stopping her from smacking him silly was the fact that she desperately needed to regain her breath. Damn him, damn him to hell. He certainly had the ability to take everything out of her. If Gajeel had this ability, she'd likely be more inclined to give him a shot, but he still kind of scared her. He wasn't the most morally astute person and his actions years ago opened her eyes to that aspect of him.
Gray was different, different in every way but the bad. He knew when to be gentle and understanding and when to be a playful git. His evil ministrations left her breathless and unable to fight back, but she would come back for more…
Always, she would come back for more…
As darkness fell and the sunlight sank, Levy made sure to get back at Gray at least once, shoving him into the fridge. Even though he was an ice-Mage, he surprised screech made the effort she had to use worth it. She had to hold her laughter as she leaned against the door to keep him in, of course, being the stronger of the two, he soon made it out and put her over his broad shoulder and span her around before throwing her onto his bed. Her mind went to a bad place for the briefest of moments, but Gray made sure to quell them by throwing her some pyjama's he'd brought for her a year back.
He knew how to treat her… He really did. The bastard…
"As much as i'd like to see you in nothing, I think i'll wait outside for you to change. It's cold and windy out tonight." He grinned, making her cheeks heat up hotter than any sun.
She lobbed her shoe at him, to which he caught with one hand, all whilst smirking at her. Making her pout again as she tried to bore holes into his muscular back.
Truly… Damn him to hell… The pervert…
But she did as 'un-requested' and slipped into the far more comfy PJ's and summoned him back into the room. He grinned and ruffled her hair before bringing the sheets over her and him. Although he made sure to trap her under the covers for a few seconds, the bastard…
But soon enough, she was cuddling him… Or being cuddled by him, his arms wrapped protectively around her as his body warmed up her back. Levy smiled, her chest fluttering with unbridled love for him… Only him.
He may be an evil conniving perverted bastard, but he was the best damn evil conniving perverted bastard in the world and nothing, nothing would ever change her mind on that matter…
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She always thought that…
She had never stopped…
It was the one memory she kept hold of for so long…
The freshest she had of him. She could still remember his scent, the fresh pine and mint, it would fill her nose with a satisfyingly strong smell of perfection, it made him smell like he had only just gotten out of the shower. His voice… So soft yet rough, his tone carried a confidence only matched by those as arrogant as he could be, it was endearingly charming. He could make her smile or laugh with just the slightest bit of humour and could encourage her with only the barest hint of love. The less said about his body, the better. He was her dream, her world and her champion…
But that never stopped the infinite cruelty that life always had in store for them all…
That memory was so well remembered, played back in her brain almost once a minute and she could recall everything to the most minute detail. She remembered the pure playful love she received from him that day, entrapping her in its soothing arms. He was so happy…
He had left like that, giving her a small kiss before turning away and towards the train station to meet with his team. To bring back more jewel for him and for her. To come home with overly exaggerated stories of monsters and books and his amazing roles in them.
He had left along with his team of five… But only four came back…
And she had found out on that blasted day that her world had been turned to ash and embers…
She almost never left his bed when she wasn't at the guild or doing jobs. She couldn't bring herself to, the more she curled up on that bed the more connected she felt. He couldn't leave her, he couldn't ever leave her. She wouldn't allow it. She would utterly refuse the concept.
And she knew, a whole five years later, still screwed up on that bed, staring at the photo hugged to her chest with a veil of tears consistently blurring her vision…
She knew that she would never move on…
She sniffed, hiccuping as she brought in a deep, shuddering breath...
"Gray..."
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You knew I wasn't going to leave it at pure fluff. XD
I'm sure its becoming a fucking staple of my works at this point. Other than Gray-Centric stories of course. XD
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you want to see a Gray-Ship, let me know in the reviews and i'll get around to them eventually.
-Viperhat