It was always at night that Gray’s memories would surface, horrible enough in their own way they would be twisted by his unconscious until he woke them both screaming and crying, allowing himself to show the weakness that he could never let himself show during the day. Natsu never once judged him, having given them both more than a few disturbed nights himself, and he would gently shush the whispered apologies. Instead he would pull his mate against his chest, curling himself around the taller man as best he could, letting his magic flare just enough to warm the other mage. They would lie like that, sometimes for hours on end until Gray’s tears gradually stopped, never speaking, just holding on tightly to one another. There was never any need for words in the long hours of those nights, because words could not undo what had been done…it was the warmth, the feel of Natsu’s heart beneath his ear and the sound of soft breathing that the Ice mage needed, the reminder that they were both alive.
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Fairytail Drabbles
AléatoireA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
