This is what happens when you allow reviewers to choose your next chapter. XD

This is Gray/ Ur….

Well, at the very least, this'll be an interesting write/ read.

(Heavily AU)

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"Focus, Gray." She instructed, placing a soft hand on his shoulder, slowly and gently lowering it a little. The effect was immediate, causing a small smile to make its way onto her face. "If you keeping on tensing up you're going to hurt yourself eventually."

Gray let out a frustrated sigh, giving her that look he gave everyone when he was starting to lose his patience, but seeing her unwavering expression he gave in with a grumble, merely nodding and turning back to face the billowing blizzard below him. His hands slowly moving back into the molding position, body relaxing more as his movements became more subtle and fluid than ever before.

Ur didn't know what to make of this trait he had so stubbornly held onto. Back when he was a kid he was always the more impatient out of Lyon and himself. Always the first to demand to learn more and the first to lose interest in his reading. It was grating, very grating, but familiar. She knew what set him off and why it set him off, whether it be because of boredom, frustration or spite or anything else that he could blow up at.

His drive to learn, that hunger to become strong, powerful, a force of nature was always massive, almost as big as his ego sometimes. But back then, his reasons were obvious: Kill Deliora… or die trying. It always scared Ur, terrified her in fact. From the moment he was fully lucid and functional, the moment she laid eyes on him, she could see that awful darkness enveloping him, he reeked of hate, anger and sorrow. It was threatening to swallow him whole everyday, when he woke up, when he trained…. Even when he spoke, his words would be laced with a thin, barely concealed determination to kill and destroy.

But she couldn't sense any want to create from him. He was too focussed on Deliora's demise to even realise that there was a world of life outside of his obsession. If she wasn't so worried about his fate after the terrible tragedy of Isvan she likely would have never taken him in, Lyon was already a huge handful.

"Ice-Make: Dragon!" She watched as his hands suddenly jutted forward, palms spread out and mirroring one another. His form truly was close to perfection.

Though as she watched the ice slowly take shape, her hands were quickly brought to her mouth to stop the painfully sudden barrage of giggles that were threatening to escape her. Not even his annoyed growl towards the result of her instruction could bring down the humour she found.

"Oh come on!" He groaned, looking on in disgust at his 'creation', pointing a finger in its direction. "You're no better than the last one I made!"

Ur had to stifle more laughter as the twisted, broken looking dragon currently writhing on the floor looked at him with fear and pain in its shiny eyes. If Ice-Make creations were able to feel pain and fear something or someone then Gray had somehow managed to accomplish that with flying colours. She could swear the poor thing was trying to say sorry over and over again…

"Well… At least he looks good." She smirked, amusement rolling off her in waves, especially after he sent her an offended glare.

"I've been using this magic ever since you taught me, of course my creations will look good!"

"I'm aware." She replied, giggling a little.

"But I can't make this blasted thing move! How does Lyon even do this crap on a daily basis!?"

"He is just naturally gifted at it, just like you are was Static Ice-Make." She walked back behind him once more, suddenly snaking an arm down his, quickly grabbing the wrist and bring it to his awaiting palm. She could almost sigh in consternation with how easily he lost track when learning, at least back when he was a brat he would stay focussed. "Plus, you're trying to make something far more advanced than what you are used to making. Try and make a mouse again."

She could feel Gray tense from the suggestion, it was at this moment that she was grateful they were wearing their clothes… somehow. Being almost attached to his back she could feel how solid he was.

"I did, I can make them just fine." He looked back at her, though unable to see any further than her nose. "But a mouse isn't helpful, unless I want to distract that Millianna girl."

She chuckled at that, he still had much to learn. Though his form was still very good for where he was, she taught him well. "If it has a use it is useful, Gray."

She could see the frown forming on his face and she didn't like it, it marred some of his features.

But eventually, he just turned back to the front and shook his head. "I'm not going to even bother correcting that sentence."

Ur rolled her eyes. "Ignore my grammar and focus on the meaning, my apprentice."

"Huh." He smirked at that. "You haven't called me that in a while. So possessive, 'master'."

She fought back a blush, eternally thankful that he wasn't facing her, god forbid.

'Whoever taught him how to tease should be thrown into the sea and left.'

Though, she wasn't going to let that slide, not even when he had already technically won. "Oh, I wouldn't dare lay claim to you i'm afraid. I am sure Juvia would drown me in my sleep."

"Please..." She could feel him shudder against her. "Let's not mention her, I actually want to sleep tonight."

His palm was beginning to drop, signalling how distracted he was. Ur quickly brought her hand up to his and gently pushed it back up and against his fist. Then she realised that he had somehow managed to discard of his overcoat as she was doing this. Her eyes trailed along the thick, fairly bulky but clearly defined Tricep that blended seamlessly with his bicep. Quickly tearing her eyes away from the sight and fighting off the red she was sure was on her cheeks, Ur quickly disengaged from Gray, letting him focus and make his own progress. It was times like now that she reminded herself that he was certainly a grown up now and didn't need to be pushed every step of the way.

She took note of of his overly tight and way too stiff movements in his fingers, the way they'd ball into fists just a little too hard, that was a common mistake among many Maker-Mages, though it could be catastrophic to the overall quality of their creation. Maybe if she could stop secretly ogling her ex-student like some shy schoolgirl maybe she could actually be of help to him like she used to be.

"Loosen your fist a little, Be firm instead of crushing." Her advice was taken seriously she realised. A smirk adorning her pretty face as she observed the way his fist let up on the pressure. "When molding your ice you want to be working in tandem with it, not outright dominating. Otherwise you end up pushing more magic into your creation for a lesser outcome. Dynamic magic uses this method as a foundational building block for everything it has to offer."

He grunted in reply and Ur wasn't sure if that was in acknowledgement of her advice or in annoyance. But his body instantly felt much looser than it had before, this came with the added benefit of his muscular arms de-contracting under her hands.

'Aaand there goes my concentration…. Again.'

"Focus, you silly woman." She huffed, trying to keep her voice down, another blush painting her face beet-red. Gray let out an indignant squawk, turning his head around to face her, offense written plainly on his face.

"I'm not a silly woman!" He huffed, deciding to turn around and get back to his training before she could set him off again. As if that would stop his emotions from rearing up the defensive homeguard yet again. "I get enough of being called a girl from Flame-brain."

"I can understand that." She replied with a titter. "I think you'd look rather beautiful in a maid outfit. If not a little flat chested."

"Eh!?" Gray stiffened instantly, trying to not let such a reputation destroying image cast itself in his brain. "You're siding with him?"

If there ever was a betrayal, Gray believed that Ur had just committed it.

He looked back to see if seeing her expression would calm himself down.

But when he saw her terribly hidden smirk, It proceeds to do the opposite…

"Regardless, if you want to 'stay in front' of Natsu I suggest you focus before he burns everything you make down." Ur let him go, feeling colder with her hands now not occupying his delectable body.

'STOP. THINKING. RIGHT. NOW.'

If anyone asked her, Ur would tell them that it was the cold that was making her face redder than the surface of the sun. And if they pressed her further, they'd be waking up 50 years from now. Her thoughts were her own and Gray was definitely a grown young adult now.

She then proceeded to shake her head at how creepy that sounded, even in the dark pits of her mind. But before she could think anymore about her growing problem, a sudden, powerful pull of magic snapped her out of that train of thought as she began to observe Gray yet again with a curious gleam in her eyes.

"Ice-Make: Dragon!" His loosened fist met his palm as the magic circle opened up. Ur could feel the power going into this spell. It felt more refined too. It seems her tutoring was still up to snuff, nothing gave her more relief in the world at that moment.

"I see the head!" Gray grinned back at her, his confidence overpowering. Ur fought back ANOTHER blush. Crossing her arms and grumbling a little as he turned his head back to focus.

"I swear he's trying to mess with me..."

"What was that?" Gray yelled, barely able to hear her from the noise his spell was emitting.

"Nothing important!"

"It's almost here, just one last push!" He laughed triumphantly. "C'mon, baby!"

'Oh god, Gray. Please shut up.' She cried inwardly, barely able to pay attention to her students achievement.

Suddenly, she heard what sounded like hollow roar coming from the magic circle. Worried a Wyvern had found them, she looked over Gray's shoulder to see…

His dragon!

"I..." Gray whispered, a small but true smile tugging at his lips. "I did it."

Ur looked over the creature again, her eyes widening a surprise when she was not met with a complete abomination as she had been for the last hour. This dragon, whilst a little small, was dangerously sleek, clearly made for airborne strikes. It's proud, powerful face held not pain, not fear, not even pathetic self-hatred for what it was… Instead it was almost like it was expressing purpose. Each scale was embroidered with different patterns, all so wildly unique but still amazingly fitting in with every other individual scale, making it look distinct and strong.

"It's amazing, Gray." She murmured. Stepping past him to get a closer look at the scales and to her amazement, the patterns weren't patterns in the slightest.

They were faces…

The faces of Fairy Tail…

And- Her…

Each face was so immaculate, from Natsu's dopey confident face, Erza's stern beauty and Wendy's adorable beaming. Each face was distinct and almost life-like.

And her face, it was definitely her too. To her smile, the way her eyes twinkled (or so she'd been told) and her hair. But what really caught her attention was where most of her faces were placed. Her faces were mostly plastered in the direct centre of the dragons chest, along with Erza's.

"The heart..."

"Yeah..." She heard the amazing man behind her speak slowly. Turning around to see his awkward expression boring back at her. "I see you caught on, huh?" His face instantly turned a red hue that matched hers from earlier.

But before he could say or do anything, Ur had launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him flush against her. Placing her chin on his head and holding him tightly, she sighed, trying to contain her emotions.

"I'm glad, that you think so highly of me."

A muffled response was all she got.

Holding him a few more minutes, she decided to let up on the tightness of her hug, letting him come up for air. But quickly found him trying to pull away.

"Gray, what's wrong?" She asked, concerned.

But Gray went red again and instead of saying anything just nodded towards her chest…

Her braless chest…

Her braless chest of which she had just pulled him – face first – into.

"Oh, shit!" She swore, forcefully pushing Gray into the snow, uncaring to his yelp and subsequent thud against the ground as she quickly located her bra and hastefully strapped it over her chest again.

Turning to Gray, she held a finger toward him, ignoring the (blushing?) dragon beside him as well as his embarrassed expression. Her face scandalous.

"Y-You've infected me with your stripping habit!"

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Holy fuck that took WAY too long to write.

I honestly spent all this time just trying to find a way to not make this too creepy. XD Sorry if that was an undeniable failure.

Hopefully next time it doesn't take me two to three months to update again.

-Viperhat