(A/N)- I can't take full credit for this idea. "Seductive Grayza Anon" over on Tumblr (a friendly user who dropped suggestions and prompts and headcanons in the inboxes of various Grayza shippers to grossly assault them with feels or inspire them to create content) is the one who first suggested "Grazya as Shirou and Saber" and I just kind of slowly descended into that hell from there.
There's not gonna be much of an actual plot; this is mostly a collection of one-shots set in the same Fate/Stay Night AU. The basic premise of that anime, for those of you who need a refresher, is that every few years a magical artifact called the Holy Grail chooses seven mage Masters and seven Servants, mythical or historic heroes who are brought out of their own time and given special powers and abilities based on their legends. The Master-Servant teams compete against each other until only one is left standing to claim the Grail and the wish it grants.
The catch is that the Grail got corrupted ages ago and now grants your wish in the most horrible way possible.
There's more but it might be easier just to read through the TVTropes page or the wiki. I'm sure y'all are ready to get to the actual fic.
With no further fanfare, let's dive in! We'll begin right with the tragic protagonist backstory lol.
Disclaimer: Ha! I wish. Sadly no, I don't own Fairy Tail.
Prologue
Gray's world ended in fire and ice.
He clawed his way out of a pile of burning rubble, his lungs coughing harshly, rattling his small frame. No sooner had he begun to stand than he was buffeted by a violent freezing gush of wind and snow.
Gray stumbled to the side, his arms snapping around himself, fingers clinging to the fabric of his light jacket. Teeth chattering, he looked up at the horror before him.
A gaping black hole floated in the sky, dripping liquid fire from the edges. Whatever the mud touched, houses, trees, and even—Gray saw with horror—people burst into orange flame, the dancing tongues leaping high into the night sky.
In the center of the maelstrom was a roaring, rampaging... creature. Gray felt his throat tighten with terror at the sight of it. It was huge and towering, misshapen, an abomination of nature. Clawed hands shredded wood and flesh as it swung its great arms, rushing icy wind following in the wake.
Gray's frozen feet staggered back. His eyes darted around frantically, straining through the dark and the snow and his terrified tears.
"Mom!" he called hoarsely, still coughing. "Dad!"
There was no answer. Nothing but screams all around him, rending stone, whistling wind.
Flaming timbers from the roof cracked and collapsed behind him. Gray gasped, lunging forward out of the way, feeling hot sparks pop against his back.
He fled, tripping over rubble and bodies. He didn't know where he was going. He just knew he was surrounded by death and fear and it was suffocating him.
Voices cried out all around him as he ran. People were screaming, wailing, reaching out, begging to be saved.
Gray clasped his hands over his ears, whimpering.
He rand blindly through the hell and chaos, and when his foot caught on a broken piece of masonry he tripped and went careening into the wet mud and snow and didn't bother to rise, waiting for the end to come.
-FT-
Ur wandered through the aftermath in the gray morning, nursing her Grail-poisoned shoulder. A thousand tiny burning shards of ice tingled through her arm. She grit her teeth against the pain, her free hand tightening.
The wound was grievous. She already knew there would be no recovering from it. Even now her fingertips were beginning to turn numb.
But the demon was dead. The Grail had been banished. No more harm could come to this world.
The icy breeze whistled softly in her ears. She looked up, searching the desolate ruin for signs of life.
There was nothing but rubble, and burnt or frozen corpses.
Dejected, she almost turned to begin the long stumbling trek out of town.
A sound from her right froze her steps.
It was a soft whimpering, coming from under a pile of snow-covered debris.
Gasping, Ur lunged forward, dropping heavily to her knees and clawing at the splintered wood and soggy wet dirt clods. Her fingernails scratched and scratched, digging out frantic handfuls until she uncovered him: a boy, half-frozen, hideously pale and shivering, but alive.
Alive.
"It's okay!" she told the quivering child, enveloping him in her arms at once, tucking his snow-covered head under her chin. "It's okay, I've got you now. You're gonna be okay."
He sniffled against her parka, dark gray eyes glassy and tear-stained.
"They're dead," he warbled softly. "Mom... dad... everyone's dead."
"Not you," Ur pointed out, running a hand through his hair. "And not me." She pulled him back to look at his face, hands on his shoulders, offering him a gentle smile. "So we'd better stick together, right?"
He stared at her uncomprehendingly a long moment.
She tapped his shoulder. "Come on," she said, starting to get up. "On our feet. Let's go see if we can find anyone else."
The boy hesitantly got stiff legs underneath him. His uncertain look was beginning to fade.
When she held out her hand, he took it, and she led him away from the place that was to be his grave, sunlight beginning to break through the clouds and shine warmly upon their heads.
(A/N)- More to come! There's three one-shots I've already written and published elsewhere, a couple more I have planned, and I'm willing to accept suggestions for future ones. No guarantees, though.
Review if you liked it!