《Anime One Shots Book 1》Gray X Fem!Reader (Fairy Tail) {I Wanna Be Yours}
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Gray steps into the guild wearing the fanciest clothes he had. Second fanciest actually, if someone spilt a drink on it he wouldn't start a fight over it. The room was filled with fairy lights running across the very top of the room. Tables and chairs were set up close to the bar, each table had lit candles. Each candle was lit by Natsu's magic so that if it was turned over it would burn out before it hit the floor.
A few of the lesser known guild members were at the bar watching others dance in the center. Two S-class mages watched from above, enjoying a more peaceful ball. It was Mirajane's idea to hold this event but she is choosing to watch from above with Laxus. "And here I thought you would be dancing the night away." Laxus comments, Mirajane gives him a puzzled look.
"And why would you think that?"
He chuckles, "you are the one who set this event up. Haven't you outgrown your match making your match making job yet?"
"Not quite," she hums, "I still have one left. But I'm not going to interfere."
Laxus laughs dryly, "oh really? Already set you plan in motion then?"
"There's no need for a plan." She replies, nodding her head in the direction of Gray, who's walking over to his work partner. "They'll take care of it all by themselves. All I have to do is watch from above."
As Gray walks over to his friend, he has trouble finding what to say. For him this is a bit out of character, he isn't a nervous or shy person. Luckily he didn't have to say anything, "surprised you came." (Y/n) says, handing him a drink.
"Speak for yourself." He takes a sip of the drink, "people watching today?"
She nods, "you know I don't dance." She takes a long sip of her drink, "looks like we're both wall flowers today."
"Oh!" Wendy says, looking over from where she was talking to Romeo. "We can get (Y/n) to teach you!" She takes him by the hand and they walk over there. "Excuse me." She smiles.
"Hey Wendy, what are you two here? I thought you would be dancing with your team." (Y/n) greets.
"Well..." Romeo starts, "we're both a bit embarrassed..."
"And we would like you to teach us how to dance." Wendy asks, "just something easy and short so we don't take up too much of your time."
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(Y/n) chuckles but agrees, "you know you could've found me before the event started." She holds out her hand to Romeo, "let's see your moves kid."
Gray chokes on his drink because of that sentence as the two walked off. Him and Wendy make small talk as they watched the others dance. Romeo steps on (Y/n) foot a few times as they move back and forth. "Did you guys want to learn how to slow dance?" Gray asks.
"Yeah." Wendy replies, "that's the only way we can dance together."
"Kids sure are innocent these days." He finishes of his drink. When he sees them dancing, he sees a genuine smile on his work partners face. It was a small one, but it wasn't something that happened everyday.
"She's really pretty when she smiles like that." Wendy comments, "do you see that often? Since you guys work together so much?"
He shakes his head, "not often no. It's hardly ever directed at me though." By the way Gray looks over at her, you could tell he sees her as more than a 'work partner'. Any older guild member knows about the mutual crush between them. Some says that look has been plastered on Gray's face since they were young teenagers. Now in their early late teens, those same people wonder if they actually like each other.
"Do you see her as more of a..." She pauses to think of the right words, "love interest than a work partner?" When she's finished asking her question, Gray didn't have time to answer as (Y/n) and Romeo walked back to them as the song playing had finished.
Another slow song plays and (Y/n) takes Wendy's hand, "let's see how you do." She says as they walk back to where the other guild members are dancing.
Romeo looked at the empty glass in Gray's hand and the look on his face. "Wendy asked you a weird question again?"
"Uh... no not a... weird one..." He replied earning a sigh from the boy standing next to him.
"Sorry about that Mirajane had been telling her about all the people she's gotten together recently. It might have rubbed off on her."
Gray looks down at him, finally taking his eyes off of (Y/n). "How did you know it was about that?"
Romeo looked shocked, "well uh, you haven't really looked at anyone else... so..."
Wendy seemed to be getting the hang of the slow dance (Y/n) was showing her. They started to move over where the guys were at. "Jump in." (Y/n) says too Romeo, holding Wendy's hand. He takes Wendy's hand from (Y/n) and they went back to the dance floor.
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"And here I thought you didn't dance." Gray said as the song slowly comes to an end.
"Shut it, I can't say no to them. They're so young." (Y/n) says, picking up her drink and taking a sip off it.
"What's that have to do with anything?"
"They remind me of how we used to be." She answers, "before we went on higher level jobs. Before life got more complicated. All that stuff."
Another song starts playing, and Gray hums in agreement. "That's just growing up. You won't ever be as carefree as you where back then. Not that Wendy's carefree, being on Natsu team."
"But you and Erza look after her, I try to help out wherever I'm here." (Y/n) smiles, it wasn't the same one. It doesn't look forced but Gray knows it's out of worry not happiness.
"You take a lot of solo jobs, but you always help out every here at the guild. I think you're doing just fine." He says, nudging her.
They talk about random things, the other guild members, Cana who's surprisingly not drunk, and how Mirajane and Laxus are watching from above. A slow song comes on, one their both familiar with. This song is one Gray would listen to and think about (Y/n), and vise versa.
Gray took a leap of faith and grabbed her hand, "let's dance." He didn't give her a chance to respond and wrapped his arms around her waist. (Y/n) didn't protest and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Mirajane aggressively taps Laxus on the shoulder, "look look look!" She says and points over at Gray and (Y/n) dancing. "I knew I didn't have to interfere."
"Whatever you say." Laxus replies, watching the two dance for a minute before zoning back out into his own little world.
The lyrics started playing, 'I wanna be your vacuum clear, breath in your dust.'
Gray had an idea of a way to finally confess, it was a simple idea but still a romantic one. 'I wanna be your Ford Cortina, I will never rust.'
He looks down at his work partner and mouths the words along to the song. "If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot. You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours." (Y/n) didn't get it, wondering if he was trying to tell her something rather than following along with the song.
Gray pulls her a little closer, "secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just want to be yours." (Y/n) got the hint and was planning her move as the next line plays, "I wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours." His eyes never left hers.
(Y/n) wasn't the type for romantic stuff, but she thought this was super sweet. But teasing Gray with the next lyrics was too good of an opportunity to not pass up. "Let me be your 'leecy meter, and I'll never run out." He pulls her in even closer, she could feel the coldness of his body. "Let me be the portable heater, that you'll get cold without."
"Gray you are literally always freezing." She chuckles but he ignores her.
"I want to be your setting lotion."
"I'm the one who carries you on our jobs, Gray."
"Hold your hair is deep devotion."
She gives up and joins in, "I'll be."
"At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean. Now I wanna be yours." (Y/n) takes his hand and places it on her heart.
"Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought." She lip sings, letting Gray feel her racing heart. The lyric goes along with her feels of hiding away her crush from Gray. Her feeling scared to tell him how she felt, not wanting to risk their long lasting friendship. "Maybe I just wanna be yours."
Gray follows her action, playing her hand on his heart. His heart was beating fast too, letting her know her feelings were mutual. "I wanna be yours."
They both lip sing, "I wanna be yours. Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours."
(Y/n) takes the lead, "I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina, I will never rust." She moves her hand from his heart and over to his cheek, "I just wanna be yours." She whispers.
He follows her action once again, "I just wanna be yours." He lip sings moving his face closer to hers.
They both whisper, "I just wanna be yours." (Y/n) meets him and they share their first kiss as the song fades out.
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