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We call them 'knights in shining armour' perhaps because in the night we need "armour" or "love" to shine for us. Or perhaps it is that only love can find its way through the armour we all wear and polish, hiding the self that is so vulnerable and soft. Either way, when everything began, there was only ever going to be one boy for Ayla Alvarez. They could polish the metal and strut all they wanted, but her heart had been taken...or perhaps she already gave it away one evening under aurora lights.* * *Shoto pulled back to look at Ayla again, his alert gaze raking over her tearful face. Somehow the solid reality of his presence eased her panic. He folded her in his arms, anchoring her against his chest. Sniffling, Ayla reached inside his jacket until her palm rested over the steady beat of his heart. The sensation of his warm breath sinking down to her scalp made her quiver. Quieting, she inhaled his familiar scent and let out a shaky sigh. He kisses her forehead lightly, and she feels a warmth. His lips alight on her skin like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness. Yet everywhere he touches is fire. Her whole body is burning up, the two of them becoming twin points of the same bright white flame. The heat is warming her body, calming her nerves, and emptying her mind of worries. * * *Warning: contains mature/vulgar language…

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Gildarts found an orphaned girl, whom he's sure he's met before but can't recall when, and decides to bring her to the guild. Unaware that that very human being would change everything. Including Gray Fullbuster's heart. *****Alexa pulled away. "That doesn't make any sense.""Neither does this." Gray said. "But I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?"She stared at him. She could see he meant what he said, could see it in his eyes she knew as well as her own, in the brushed shadows under those eyes, the pulse pounding in his throat. Her desire for answers battle the more primal part of her brain, and lost. "Kiss me then." She whispered, and he pressed his mouth against hers, their hearts slamming together through the thin layers of wet fabric that divided them. And she was drowning in it, the sensation of him kissing her; of rain everywhere, running off her eyelashes; of letting his hands slide freely over the wet, crumpled fabric of her dress, made thin and clinging by the rain. It was almost like having his hands on her bare skin, her chest, her hips, her stomach; when he reached the hem of her dress, he gripped her legs, pressing her harder against the wall while she wrapped them around his waist. *****Writing is pretty crap in the first few chapters, but I swear my vocabulary improved later on, so please bear with it! I promise you'll love the story! <3…

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*DISCONTINUED, WILL NOT UPDATE AGAIN*You're a gang leader. You never really loved anyone cause they always let you down at the end. But what happens when another gang leader crosses your path and starts to change your perception about love?…