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Kisses for Natsu

I’m starting up a new series. It’s just a bunch of one shots in which Natsu gets kissed by various characters in Fairy Tail because the boy needs more love.

I bet you can’t guess who he’ll be kissing first yes you can I am such trash

Gray Fullbuster

Gray sits at the bar of his favourite club, fingers idly tapping the counter as the music pounds.

“Cheer up,” Loke insists yet again. “Your resting bitch face is scaring all the sexy people away.”

“I told you I didn’t wanna come out tonight,” Gray says defensively. Loke tuts, blowing stray bangs out of his face.

Gray shrugs. It’s not like he wasn’t warned.

It is odd, though. He normally loves coming here. The drinks are cheap, the music is right up his alley, the crowd is always interesting. The sweaty grind of bodies and bass rocking in his ears simply isn’t intriguing him tonight.

“Oooh, I know what will cheer you up,” Loke hums in his ear. “Pink hair, 5 o'clock.”

Gray slowly turns on his bar stool, eyes flitting over the dance floor until they land on the man Loke’s currently eye-fucking.

Not that Gray’s faring any better. He can’t help it, the man’s gorgeous. Pink hair, bright green eyes, muscular build, flawless skin. He’s so damn– “Beautiful.”

“You say something?” Loke half shouts over the music.

Gray shakes his head, turning his attention back to his drink. Loke continues to stare, unabashed. “You’re shameless,” Gray calls. He gets a feral grin in return.

“Can you blame me?” Loke asks.

Gray turns to look at him once more. “I suppose not.”

Green Eyes turns to them, smile gracing his face. Loke enthusiastically waves him over.

Loke looks Gray dead in the eyes. “Dibs!”

“Like hell!” Gray snarls.

“Fine then, Code K,” Loke rushes out as the man saunters up.

Gray stifles a pout. Code K. Whoever kisses him first gets his chance. Gray isn’t half as outgoing as Loke, this shit rarely ever works out in his favour. In fact Loke’s success ratio compared to his is… Gray shakes his head. He doesn’t want to think about it. It’s borderline depressing.

Gray rolls his eyes as Loke starts laying down the charm. Loke shakes his hand, leaning in close to talk in his ear. His tanned hands fist in the scarf wrapped around his neck. He laughs at whatever Loke says, the sound is barely audible over the music but it pits a burning jealousy deep in Gray’s gut, wishing it were him leaning his head against pink hair.

But this man’s even more stunning up close, maybe even breathtaking. Prettier than anyone Gray’s ever seen and something about this is so damn unfair it makes his heart sink. Maybe it’s that Gray doesn’t stand a chance with someone so radiant. Loke’s definitely more his type, just has to be.

Who knows? If Gray just tries… He snorts at himself. No. Better to quit while he’s ahead. Not that knowing that will stop him from brooding into his drink.

Gray learns his name is Natsu from the bits and pieces he can hear of their conversation. He smiles. Summer.

“And what about you?” Natsu gazes up at him expectantly. Gray blinks at him. “What’s your name?”


Natsu smiles, nothing short of awe inspiring even if the smell of tequila hangs on his breath a little. “Did you parents name you that ‘cause of your eye colour?” He steps in closer, face inches away. “But I guess they’re more dark blue than grey aren’t they?”

Gray can’t answer, is too occupied trying to calm the roar of blood in his ears and the fire spreading in his veins.

Natsu grins at him again, backing off to take a long sip of Gray’s beer. Natsu’s eyes glimmer. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Normally yes, but watching his tongue peek out to lap up the excess on his lips– fuck. “Not at all.”

Natsu stares a moment longer, pearly teeth digging into his lip. His very, very pouty lip. Gray’s throat feels tight. He wants to say something, anything. He just wants to let Natsu know he’s never seen anyone like him before.

“You have a lot of fans tonight,” Loke comments, nodding to a man pushing his way through the crowd, eyes focused on Natsu.

“Shit, that’s my ex,” Natsu groans. “Quick, make out with me!”

Gray sighs, slowly turning in his seat to give Loke room, who’s gearing up to help Natsu out. This is the last thing he wants to watch. Maybe he should leave.

Natsu turns a moment, cheeks burning red and muttering to himself. Gray sees Loke reach for him and squeezes his eyes shut. Definitely time to leave.

Except there are warm fingers wrapping around his arm and yanking him close.

“Huh?” Gray nearly yelps, eyes flying open.

Natsu’s lips crash against his own. Eyes fluttering closed and lashes resting against cheeks adorned with a handful of freckles.

“Holy shit,” Gray manages against his mouth. Natsu pulls back, confusion flashing in his eyes. “You kissed me,” Gray breathes.

“Yeah,” Natsu purrs, “and I’d love to do it again.”

Gray doesn’t care that he said that so his ex could hear. He tugs Natsu between his legs and captures his lips. His fingers tangle in that pink hair, he cranes his neck, finding a better angle to let his tongue fuck into Natsu’s mouth.

Natsu gasps, warm breath fanning across Gray’s lips. Gray’s nails dig into Natsu’s scalp and he can hear the faintest moan rip from the man’s throat. Natsu grabs onto his shirt, pushing closer, closer, closer.

“You guys,” Loke laughs. “He’s gone.”

Natsu breaks away first, face flushed as he stammers out a thank you. He reaches to pull Gray into a hug, only succeeding in knocking his beer off the bar.

Gray chuckles. “Looks like you owe me a drink.”

“Yeah, well, you owe me a proper first kiss,” Natsu retorts haughtily as if making out weren’t his idea.

“How about a dance first?”

I really love bees. I used to be so afraid of them, just terrified. Until a few years ago. I was deep into the worst period of depression of my life and I was sitting on the broken concrete steps of my shitty house on the busiest street in the valley watching the daily 5:15 traffic jam. And this bee landed on the one rose on the sad scraggly rosebush that hung over the steps. It was maybe 3 inches from my face. Some part of my brain was just screaming “HEY, YOU’RE AFRAID OF THIS THING, MOVE!!!” but the rest of my brain was just too full of the dull roar of oppressive nothingness to really hear it. 

So I just sat there with this bee doing his tiny little bee thing on a rose, so close I could’ve sneezed and sent him flying. I sat there, not moving, just watching him, until he bumbled off the rose and flew away. 

It’s not a good story. It wasn’t even a big event in my life. But it stands out as my only pleasant memory, maybe my only clear memory at all, from those months of just…blurred together cavernous emptiness. And made me really love bees.

I will be giving away a total of SIXTY MYSTERY BAGS and 16 MILLION BELLS WOOOWOW!!!

All you gotta do to enter this bad boy of a give away is LIKE and REBLOG, BABY.

- I love you all
- I will pull the winners on JULY 15TH
- No more rules

Prize Distribution
- 30 mystery bags!
- 10 million stinkin bells!

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- 5 million stinkin bells!

- 10 mystery bags!
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I love all of you.


The Get Down: Season 1 Part 1 - Marcus ‘Dizzee’ Kipling [1/?]

♫ ♪ When I first came out, my brothers said to me, “Go by the name of Pretty Dizzee D.” The name was too long for the goddamn song, but I made it sound so differently. Yo, Pretty Dizzee D became my title, to the ladies I’m a lover, to the men I’m an idol. Krylon in my hand almost all the time, I’m a writer on the walls and on the rhymes. ♪ ♫