#leluvia

For Anonymous

Can you say adorable?

Juvia cried almost the entire time of the wedding

Which just made Lucy and Levy cry as well

It was so beautiful

Levy’s vows were five minutes each

Lucy blushed every time Levy mentioned her name

The guild members did their best to keep Gray in his pants

Gray managed to get through the entire wedding and reception

The brides were very grateful

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Chapter: Another New Day

Summary: One Tuesday, Gajeel and Mira are trying out new drinks on the drinking club guinea pigs, when Laxus comes into the guild carrying someone...

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Gray was deep in conversation with Cana, Evergreen, and Mira one Tuesday, when Natsu suddenly sat up beside him and started sniffing. Gajeel, who'd also been silent until now, made a grumble of surprise.

Interesting.

"Gajeel, would you hand me that?" Mira asked, pointing at something behind the bar, not aware anything was off.

"…Sure," he said after a moment. "Wait, what else did you put in that?"

Gajeel and Mira were experimenting with their own versions of cocktails. Next week was the second anniversary of the Drinking Club, and Gajeel had insisted they needed to make something special. Cana was their taste-tester for the nonalcoholic bits.

"I want Cana to guess." Grinning, Mira handed over a shot glass full of something purple.

Cana drank, looked consideringly at the far wall, and opened her mouth, but Gray missed her answer when Natsu twisted around bodily and almost knocked him over.

"What's wrong?" the ice mage asked.

"Just…nothing."

"If just-nothing is going to make you fall into my lap, I guess I don't mind."

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Chapter 3: The Scent of Joy

Summary: Freed visits his daughter in the infirmary. Laxus realizes he needs them both to be okay. {Read the first chapters here.}

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Fumie's head jerked up as Freed came into the room.

"Hi, Fumie."

"Hi," she said shyly and Freed broke into a smile.

She twisted back and forth looking remarkably healthy—pink cheeks, bright eyes, no wounds—and Freed couldn't have been happier.

Guildmembers had transformed the room: it was too risky to move her, so they'd cleared out a sunny wing of the infirmary for her. For now it was her sanctuary and prison, though with how doting the guild was, it was much more the former.

The light through the windows was almost full-strength now, but Freed heard sounds go muted as soon as he stepped in the door. The place was devoid of scents, something he wouldn't notice with his human nose except that the infirmary usually carried strong smells.

As he approached, Fumie's nose scrunched and her gaze fluttered over him, landing on things he couldn't see. For a minute she looked overwhelmed, but he moved slowly and sat on the floor beside her.

"What are you doing?" he asked, inspecting the line of toys on the floor. They were carefully squared off, all facing the same direction.

Summary:  Laxus and Freed take in Fumie, a child they rescued on a quest. Her magic is powerful—and very similar to Freed's. One day she goes missing as a magical storm crashes down upon Magnolia. Freed realizes he can't handle the thought of losing her.

Sequel to Cana’s Weekly Drinking Club. For MyFictionalFantasy.

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Freed made his way through the kitchen, erasing runes every few meters. Fumie's version of runes was cute, but the fact that she did it everywhere got a little inconvenient.

He'd finally made it to the pantry when a familiar early-morning grumble announced Laxus's presence.

"You left the bed," the Dragon Slayer complained, yawning and rooting around for a glass.

"I've been awake for a while. I was just going to get tea and come back up, but there were a number of traps I had to deal with first."

Laxus's grunt was both laughter and annoyance.

"There's got to be a better way to erase them," he said.

"That's not how runes work," Freed said. "The only reason I can un-write them so easily is that I'm significantly stronger than she is. For now. She has to learn not to do this."

The subject of their conversation trailed in. Freed still hadn't determined what emotion expanded in his chest when she appeared each morning: on the surface it was all frustration at how messed up her hair got because she wouldn't let him braid it at night. But if he let his heart speak a little more, there was desperate relief too.

She'd stayed with them for several months now, and he still had occasional nightmares where someone awful came to take her away.

As she entered, Freed smiled and said, "Good morning."

"Morning."

"How did you sleep?" Laxus asked her while she hovered sleepily in the doorway. Freed returned to rooting around the pantry.

"Fine," she said.

She only answered honestly when Laxus asked; Freed chocked that up to the time Laxus told her about his own bad dreams. Laxus told her that the dragon-spirit who protected him when he was little was now going to protect her, and that she could picture the dragon curled around her to remind herself everything was okay. Fumie loved that story, and talked about the dragon-spirit often.

"Fumie," Freed said suddenly. "This bread was not here yesterday."

He turned around, and he and Laxus both looked at her. She cuddled closer to the doorjamb.

"You know what we call teleporting things that don't belong to us," Laxus said.

"Stealing," she murmured.

"Can you return it to the person it belongs to?"

Her eyes tracked back and forth between them, as though looking for the weak link.

"Fumie, do you know we have enough food?" Freed asked. "We aren't going to run out."

Her only reaction was her eyes widening a little, but he knew he'd hit the mark.

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