AN: So this is it. The very last chapter of IKYSS. I just wanted to say a big thank you to anyone and everyone who’s supported, read, liked, commented, and/or reblogged this story over the last two years. I owe a lot to all of you.
Previous chapters can be found: HERE
Chapter 28: It’s a New Dawn, It’s a New Day
“Psst.”
Juvia furrowed her brow and buried her head deeper into the warmth beneath her, hoping whoever wanted her would go away.
“Look,” Silver whispered. His voice was distant and came from somewhere on her left. “I think they finally sorted things out.”
“Don’t get your hopes too high, they could have passed out again,” Ur whispered back.
Juvia pinched her brow together, and let out an annoyed little huff of breath. She felt exhausted and it must have still been early. Couldn’t they let her sleep?
“I don’t think so, they look pretty comfy.”
“They’re sleeping on the couch,” Ur pointed out. “Not exactly romantic, especially since Gray has a bed.”
“It might have been a bit crowded last night.” There was a pause before Silver continued, his tone a little wary. “I think Mered spent the night.”
“He’s spent the night most of this week.” Confusion laced through Ur’s words.
Silver cleared his throat, and the room when quiet.
Juvia hummed in relief and snuggled closer to Gray, tightening her grip around him. A small smile tugged at her lips, as she remembered exactly where she was and who it was she was sleeping on.
“Oh!” Ur yelped.
Gray jolted at the sound.
“Ohhh, you mean-“
Gray shifted beneath Juvia, and groaned. He twisted towards their voices, and his own voice rose in a harsh whisper. “Can you two go gossip in the kitchen. Juvia’s sleeping, and I’d like to be sleeping too.”
Juvia groaned and stretched against him, letting her eyes flutter open. “It’s fine.” She yawned. “I’m already up.”
Gray grunted and glowered at his parents.
"Don't take that tone of voice with me," Ur snapped, turning to glower back at Gray, but her annoyance didn't last long. Guilt flashed across her face, and pink dusted her cheeks. "Sorry for waking you though."
"It's okay." Juvia smiled at her and poked Gray lightly when he opened his mouth to protest. She smiled up at him, and he huffed.
"Whatever." Gray tugged her closer and settled back against the couch.
Silver beamed at them. "So.... You two look pretty cozy. Anything we should know about?"
Gray shot Silver a dirty look out of the corner of his eye. "Seriously?"
"What? It's a simple question."
"I was just sleeping, like, two minutes ago."
Ur placed a hand on Silver's shoulder. “How bout we go put on some tea and coffee. Give these two a chance to wake up.” Ur tugged Silver back towards the kitchen, and he relented with a sigh, but Juvia caught the small upward turn of his lips.
The second they were out of sight Gray scrubbed his hand over his face, and let out a muffled groan. “Gods the are fucking embarrassing.”
Juvia giggled, and reached up to brush a stray lock out of his face. “I don’t know, I could get used to it.”
Gray pulled his hand down to study her. “You’re gonna have to. If you thought they were bad with Lyon this is gonna be ten times worse. My dad’s been waiting for me to get a girlfriend for years.”
Juvia smirked and drew herself up over top of Gray, then leaned forward. The kiss was long and slow, and she let her fingers tangle in his hair. His hands came up and around her back pulling her down on top of him. When she finally pulled away he smiled. “Okay, if that’s part of the deal, I could get used to it too.”
Lyon woke to find Mered pressed against his back, and Mered’s arms wound tight around his waist. He wanted to chuckle; he’d never pictured himself a the little spoon before. He twisted in Mered’s grip, careful not to wake him, and smiled at the sight before him.
The light shone through the back window, and played over Mered’s locks, turning them all the colours of a sunrise. Lyon reached out and swept the hair back behind Mered's ears and smiled.
The moment was serene.
His finger stroked along Mered’s cheek, until Mered’s nose scrunched up and he batted Lyon’s hand away with a groan.
Lyon scoffed, so much for peaceful and serene. Even in his sleep Mered was still Mered. Lyon was tempted to reach back out and poke one of those baby cheeks of his.
Mered scrunched his brow up again, before turning away from Lyon and curling up in a ball on the other side of the bed. He clutched the blankets up around his head to shield him from the light.
Lyon smirked, someone clearly wasn’t a morning person. He scooted across the bed and curled up around Mered, nuzzling into Mered’s neck.
“Mfgh,” Mered grumbled, then shrugged. “Get off, it’s too early for you to be this touchy.”
“I beg to differ,” Lyon said, letting his fingers trace up and down Mered’s side. He got his hand swatted for it, and Mered somehow managed to contort himself so he could glare at Lyon.
“I said stop. Some of us still want to sleep.” With that Mered turned back around and curled up into an even tighter ball.
Lyon smirked as a wicked idea formed in his mind. He edged forward and peppered a few gentle kisses on Mered’s neck, causing Mered to squirm. “Did I wear you out last night?”
Mered let out a huff of annoyance, and turned, rolling right over top of Lyon in the process. He was rewarded with a couple grunts and a jab or two in the side.
“Rude!” Lyon said as he shoved Mered off of him, and onto the other side of the bed.
“You started it.”
“I was being loving and tender, you just rolled over me.”
Mered rolled his eyes. “I was trying to sleep, and you wouldn’t leave me alone. I don’t care what they say in the movies, there’s nothing romantic about someone touching your face while you’re sleeping. It feels weird and annoying.”
Lyon gaped in mock horror. “You take that back!”
“Like hell I will.” Mered gave him a disgruntled look.
“Take it back or I’ll tickle you,” Lyon threatened.
Mered scowled back at him. “You tickle me and I’ll punch you until you stop, I swear to God.”
“So violent,” Lyon eyed, him then smirked as his eyes wandered down Mered’s exposed figure. “The sexiness makes up for it though.”
Mered cringed. “Dude, no. I love you, but you’re a mess. No wonder you spend hours in the bathroom.”
“Excuse me?” This time Lyon actually felt offended. Mered was a little brat. He glowered at Mered and rolled out of the bed in a huff. “You’re such an asshole.”
Mered burst out laughing, and curled in on himself as he clutched his stomach.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Lyon snatched the towel hanging from his closet door and wrapped it around his waist. “I’m gonna go have a shower.”
“Oh come on!” Mered lunged off the bed after him, he tripped over the sheets and practically barrelled into Lyon.
Lyon caught him around the waist and tried to ignore the trim lines of Mered’s back muscles as his hands slid over them. “What are you doing? You could have killed yourself.”
“Chasing after your stupid ass.” Mered pulled himself upright against Lyon. “You know I’m just teasing you, stop being so extra and come back to bed.”
“I am not being extra,” Lyon huffed, and crossed his arms over his chest.
Mered rolled his eyes. “Suuure you’re not.” He tugged at Lyon’s arm. “Come back to bed you dork, I want to sleep more.”
“I don’t see what you need me for, you were just complaining about how I was preventing you from sleeping.”
“Yeah, and I’ll probably complain some more and you’ll keep being a pest, and eventually I’ll find some way to shut you up, cause I’m awesome, and then we’ll curl up and sleep for-“
A knock at the door cut Mered off.
They glanced at each other, and Mered pulled the sheets higher up his body.
“Yes?” Lyon called out.
“Just me,” Juvia called back through the door. “We heard you to thumping about, so I thought I’d let you know breakfast is almost ready.”
“And tell them the rest of us would like to be able to eat it, even if they don’t.” Gray hollered, though his voice was faint.
Lyon glared at the door, and Mered went bright red.
“Tell Gray to mind his own business. We’ll be down shortly,” Lyon said.
“Shortly as in?” Juvia left the question hanging and Lyon shook his head.
“As in as soon as we’re dressed, and I’ve had a chance to do something with my hair.”
“So basically, you’ll want to start without us,” Mered teased.
Lyon shot him a scathing look and he grinned back at Lyon like the cheeky devil he was.
“We’ll be down in twenty. If Mered doesn’t show though he’s probably sleeping and you shouldn’t worry about it.”
“Right,” Juvia said. He could hear the reproach in her voice. “Well, we’re serving in twenty then, so if it’s cold when you get down that’s on you.”
“Noted,” Mered said.
Footsteps padded down the hall and stairs.
Lyon glared at Mered before wrapping an arm around him and drawing him in for a quick kiss. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
As Lyon stepped into the kitchen, all eyes locked onto him, and he was met with a room full of knowing smiles. He stumbled to a halt, and Mered crashed into his back, almost knocking them both over.
“Dude, what the hell?” Mered hissed. He glared at Lyon then turned to the rest of the family and broke out into a blush. He inched himself behind Lyon, and proceeded to bury his face into Lyon’s back.
Lyon could make out Mered’s muffled groan, and he had to chuckle. His family was being rather embarrassing, but he knew they weren’t judging. He patted Mered’s hands, which had wrapped around Lyon’s waist and were clutching his shirt. “Sorry dear, I thought I’d walked into a scene from the Stepford Wives.” Lyon shot everyone a meaningful look.
All of them had the decency of looking sheepish, save for Gray, who’d been the only one not ogling Lyon. He’d been busy stuffing his plate full of food and was now sitting down at the kitchen table with Ultear and Juvia.
“I take it you two slept well?” Ur asked, trying to break the ice. She sent a sympathetic smile Mered’s way, but Mered’s face remained firmly planted in Lyon’s back.
“Yep,” Mered replied, his voice strained and unnaturally high pitched.
“Very well,” Lyon said, he beamed at the room and strode forward, causing Mered to pitch forward behind him and then scurry to maintain his hiding space. Lyon could feel Mered’s glare on his back. “Best sleep I’ve had in months.”
Lyon plucked two plates filled with food off the counter and headed to the kitchen table.
“I doubt that.” Gray muttered.
Lyon quirked an eyebrow at him. “And you? Did you get much sleep last night Gray? I didn’t hear you come to bed.”
Gray’s ears went red. “I slept fine.” His eyes darted to Juvia and their parents. “And given how well you were sleeping of course you wouldn’t have heard me.”
“Really? ‘Cause you look like shit. I’d be surprised if you got any sleep at all.”
Silver tried to cover a snort by faking a cough, and Juvia rolled her eyes.
“We slept fine, but we were up pretty late watching movies and your parents woke us up at the crack of dawn, so can’t say there was much sleep to be had,” Juvia said with a yawn. She downed the rest of her tea, and set the mug back down so she could refill it.
Ultear handed her the teapot, and managed to elbow Mered by accident as she tried to fold her arms back into place. “I think we need an upgrade.”
“Definitely need an upgrade,” Silver said as he tried to shift his seat closer to the table, only to find it was too tight to fit.
“We’ll get one before March Break,” Ur said. She took a bite of her food before she continued. “You two are coming back right?” She gestured to Lyon and Juvia.
“Definitely.”
“I’d love to if it’s not too much trouble,” Juvia said.
“It’s not,” Gray said, before anyone else can reply. “I cleared it with my parents before buying you the ticket, but since Lyon’s bed’s gonna be occupied, you can stay in my room.”
Juvia’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Gray shrugged, and averted his gaze, but his cheeks were pink. “I’ll have to spend at least a few nights at the university cause of hockey games, so it makes sense. That couch is lousy to sleep on.”
“But what about when you are home?” Mered asked, a gleaming smirk played on his lips.
Gray shot Mered a pointed look. “We’ll share. It’ll be better than trying to cram both of us onto that couch again.”
“You’re assuming you two will be sleeping together all week?” Lyon fixed Gray with an appraising look.
“We’re dating, so yeah.”
Lyon nearly choked on his food. He’d gathered things had been going well between them but that was news. He let out a hacking cough. “You are? Since when?”
Gray shrugged. “Last night.”
“We talked,” Juvia beamed, and bounced in her seat.
That would explain her excitement this morning. Not that Lyon didn’t think Juvia was happy for him, but she was never keen on the details of his sex life, not that she wouldn’t be getting them anyways. They had two days of driving ahead of them.
“Right. Talked.” Mered used air quotes for talked and wore the same knowing smirk Lyon’s parents had on early.
“Yes, talked,” Gray said through gritted teeth. “And slept. That’s it.”
Mered pouted. “Well that’s boring. I totally got you permission to bang in the dining room.”
“Excuse me?” Ur scowled at all of them over her coffee cup. “Who exactly gave you permission?”
“No one,” Lyon said, shooting a glare at Mered. “He was teasing and being a little pest.”
Ur straighten, and eyed them all before nodding. “Okay good. Keep it that way. I don’t care what you do in your rooms but the rest of us use this house too, and we eat on that table.”
“Exactly. So, whatever you do, make sure you sanitize it afterwards.” Silver said with a smile.
“Silver!” Ur glowered at him, which prompted the rest of the table to burst out into laughter.
As Lyon sat there at the overly packed table, surrounded by family and friends, laughing and cheering he took a moment to take it in. He was certain this was as good as life was gonna get, and he wanted to savour it.
3 Days Later
Juvia stood at the front door, with their bags as Lyon hugged his Mom for what had to be the fifth time in the last twenty minutes.
“Now, I know you’re busy, but please call more. I’ve hated being so out of touch with you all these years,” Ur insisted, tugging Lyon tighter to her.
Lyon placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I will, I promise.”
“I’ll hold him to it,” Juvia said.
“Better hold yourself to it as well,” Silver said, eyeing her. “We expect update calls from you too.”
“And what he means by that is he expects you to complain incessantly to him about me,” Gray grumbled as he pushed his way passed his dad. He handed Juvia a large travel mug.
“Thanks,” she said, taking it from him. A small smile played on her lips as she did. “And I doubt I’ll have anything to complain about other than how much I’ll miss you.”
Gray snorted. “I doubt it.”
Juvia rolled onto the balls of her feet, and leaned against Gray, one hand rested on his chest. “You shouldn’t. I can be very resilient when I want to be.”
“I think you mean stubborn,” Gray teased. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to help her balance, as she placed a peck on his cheek. Gray blushed and kept his eyes averted from his family who were all watching with knowing smiles.
Mered hip checked them causing Gray to stumble and Juvia to cling to him to keep her balance. “If you keep talking like that you’re gonna end up in the dog house, sooner rather than later.” He sauntered past them and grabbed the handle for Lyon’s suitcase, and smiled up at him. “Come on, I’ll help you load the car.” Mered glanced back over his shoulder to Juvia and shot her a cheeky grin. “Feel free to take your time.”
Lyon rolled his eyes as Mered headed out the door, then turned back to Ur and gave her another tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you, but I promise to call more. We can even try Skyping sometime.”
“I’d like that a lot.” Ur let him go and stepped back so Ultear could hug him next.
“You better unblock me from all your Facebook pictures,” Ultear grumbled. “I’ve missed years of your life.”
“Yes, yes. I already said I would.” Lyon pulled back as she ruffled his hair and scowled at her.
He turned to Silver, who chuckled.
“I’ll let you go without any more nagging. Just call when you stop for the night, otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Lyon smirked and nodded, and stepped forward to hug Silver one last time. “Can do.” He took a deep breath and looked over his family and the house one last time. “Guess I’ll see you all in March.”
“You will,” Ur assured, with a smile.
Lyon nodded and turned to Gray. “I’ll see you outside?”
Gray nodded back and Lyon took a deep breath then headed out the door to help Mered.
Juvia watched him go, and felt her own time growing short. It was weird to think of leaving his home; she’d only been here for two weeks but it felt like a life time. Long enough that it had started to feel like her own. She let her gaze drift over Lyon’s family and clung tighter to Gray. She didn’t want to have to say goodbye to them.
Sure, she knew she’d be back, but March was a long time away and there was a lot that could happen between now and then. She’d just found her place here and the thought of leaving it hurt.
Gray’s hands rubbed her lower back, and she could see the concern in his eyes.
“I don’t wanna go,” Juvia admitted in a voice just above a whisper.
Gray smiled down at her. “I don’t want you to go either, but you’ve got school and work, and so do I. It’ll go by quick though, you’ll see.”
“Pfft,” Silver scoffed. “School’s overrated and you could easily get a job here. Heck I’ll hire you right now, and you can have Gray’s room while he’s in Magnolia.”
“Silver! Don’t tease her about things like that,” Ur scolded.
“Who said I was teasing?”
“She can’t just drop out of school!”
“She can transfer.”
Ur arched an eyebrow at Silver and huffed. She planted her hands on her hips and threw him another exasperated look. “The next semester starts next week. That’s not enough time for her to transfer, at least let her get through the next one. Once summer is here you can concoct as many half baked plans as you’d like.”
Juvia bit her lip and tried to fight the smile threatening to form. It was nice to know that she’d be welcome here if she wanted it. A part of her was tempted to look into it. “It’s a sweet thought, but I'm happy at Margaret Collegiate. Besides, if I transferred it would still be to Magnolia, and I’d either have to commute every day or move in on campus, and without the scholarship it’s a bit out of my price range.”
Silver opened his mouth- no doubt to offer to help- but Gray cut him off.
“Well there’s a few people talking about sharing an apartment off campus, which would be cheaper….” He trailed off as Juvia stared up at him wide-eyed. “Not saying you have to! Just uhhh-“
“We can talk about it some time.”
“Yeah?”
Juvia nodded, not trusting her voice. She was pretty sure the only sound she’d make would be a high pitched squeal of delight, and that might have Gray reconsidering the offer. The fact that he’d already thought about all of this, despite them only having started dating three days ago wasn’t lost on her.
Gray smiled at her, but it faltered a bit as he sighed. His hand gripped the handle on her luggage. “We should probably wrap this up, you guys have a long drive to go.”
Juvia’s heart dropped a little and she nodded and turned to his family. She hugged them one by one and exchanged goodbye’s, and promised to call and Skype. With a final deep breath and one last look around the foyer Juvia left her new home behind, but knowing that she’d be back again in a few months.
Lyon couldn’t keep the smile from his lips as the scenery flew by outside the window, and he and Juvia hummed along to their playlist. Normally they'd be singing, but he figured she was lost in thought. He certainly couldn’t keep his own mind from wandering.
The last two weeks had been a whirlwind, and their drive up had felt like it happened years ago.
A highway sign caught his attention and announced that the were now leaving Magnolia. Lyon smirked. He remembered the anxiety he felt as they drove past the sign that first announce he was an hour away from home. He thought of all the planning that had gone into getting them that far. It was hard to believe that, at the time, his only hopes had been to get through the two weeks unscathed and maybe get through a date or two with Mered.
He wanted to laugh at how things had turned out. None of it had gone according to plan.
“It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Amen”
Juvia’s phone sounded and Lyon glanced at the dashboard. They’d been driving for a little over an hour.
Juvia frowned at him; confusion mapped across her face.
“I’m gonna go out, I'm gonna let myself get,
Absolutely soaking wet!”
“You gonna answer that?”
Juvia continued to eye him as she dug around in her purse to pull out her phone, her ringtone continuing to go off as she did.
“It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!”
Juvia pulled her phone free and turned to see who was calling. She let out an ear piercing shriek, and promptly dropped it.
“Oh my God!”
“Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean”
Lyon cackled and watched out of the corner of his eye as she scrambled to retrieve it. Her face was a brilliant shade of red. Definitely worth it.
“God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took on to heaven-“
Juvia finally managed to answer her phone and held it up to her ear. “Hello.” Her voice was shaky, and she was still wide-eyed.
There was a pause and then Juvia side eyed Lyon. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just, um, Lyon got into my phone again.”
Lyon wasn’t even trying to hide the shit eating grin on his face and he could hear Gray’s laughter on the other end. It had actually been Gray’s idea, and Lyon had jumped at the chance, even if it had meant taking a few pictures of Gray topless. Juvia’s reaction was beyond worth it. Plus, now she at least had something to ogle when Gray was too busy.
“Wait you were in on this, too!” Juvia’s voice was shrill and her whole face was red. There was a short pause, and she pouted. “I don’t know! Lyon can be pretty sneaky with a camera when he wants to.”
Her cheeks burned red and Lyon wondered exactly what Gray was telling her. He shook his head. Some things he was better off not knowing. He hit the off button for the car stereo so it would be easier for her to hear Gray, then focused back on the road.
He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, as he took in the snowy landscape one last time. It was exciting, knowing he’d be back in only a few short months. And this time there was no dread, no worries. For the first time in a long time home felt like home. No secrets attached.
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AN: We've officially hit the second last chapter of IKYSS! The next chapter has been written and just needs to be edited so hopefully it won't take too long to post. I just wanted to thank everyone for the congratulations and well wishes towards me and my baby. All your love and support means the world to me, so thank you very much!
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Chapter 27: Love Me Like You Do
Lyon practically skipped his way through the front door. New Year's Eve had been a smashing success. He'd spent the night dancing with Mered, Juvia and Gray had finally sorted out their issues, and he punched Bacchus square in the face. He then got to make out with Mered and continue dancing. All in all, he was pretty sure tonight was the best night of his life.
He turned with a flourish and helped Mered out of his coat, before taking off his own and hanging them in the closet. "Monsieur." He beamed and held out his hand for Gray, who handed him Juvia's coat.
Ultear shrugged out of her own coat, and handed it to him before tramping over to the stairs. A small smile played on her lips as she turned back to them. "Alright kiddies, I'm off to bed. Try to keep it down." She eyed them all with a playful smirk.
Lyon rolled his eyes at her.
"Whatever," Gray huffed, as he shrugged out of his jacket.
"No promises," Mered said.
Lyon almost dropped Ultear's jacket, and he blinked owlishly at Mered.
Mered's cheeks flushed red, but he grinned wickedly at Ultear as she climbed the stairs. "Maybe grab some ear plugs, just in case."
Ultear gave him the middle finger and continued climbing.
"Love you too!" Mered called up after her, as Ultear disappeared into her room. He eyed Lyon with a predatory look as he sauntered back towards the front door. His fingers hooked into the belt loops on Lyon's pants and gave them a light tug. "So, bedtime for us too?"
Lyon swallowed hard, and looked down at Mered for a moment, trying to will himself to calm down and not jump to conclusions. Mered had had a bit to drink and, while Lyon didn't think he was drunk, it was better to play it on the safe side. Even if that meant putting his willpower to the test. He smiled and wrapped his free arm around Mered's waist and planted a soft kiss on the crown of Mered's head. "Sure you don't want to stay up and watch a movie?"
Mered locked eyes with him and leaned up on his tiptoes to brush a soft kiss against Lyon's lips. "Very sure."
"Right," Lyon said, feeling completely breathless and a bit out of his element. "Uh, let me put this away-" He held up Gray's coat on the hanger. "-and say goodnight."
Mered nodded and let Lyon go, moving back towards the stairs with a swagger in his step.
Lyon shoved his coat into the closet and turned to Gray and Juvia, giving them an awkward wave. "Well, night then. Have fun, and don't have sex on the couch."
Juvia rolled her eyes and shot Lyon a pointed look. "How about the kitchen counter?"
"Also off limits. In fact, the entire kitchen is off limits, there's food there," Lyon replied.
"Hmm," Gray wrapped an arm around Juvia's waist and pulled her back against him. He smirked at Lyon. "Guess that leaves the dining room table."
Lyon shook his head, and rolled his eyes. "Go for it, I'm not gonna have to eat there."
"There's also the coffee table, if you're looking for variety," Mered added.
Lyon glared at him. "First off; hell no. Second, can you not encourage them?"
Mered raised an eyebrow at him and fiddled with the hem of Lyon's shirt. "How about you give me a reason not to?"
"How about you get your ass upstairs and onto my bed and I will?" Lyon's heart thundered in his chest and he was about to take the suggestion back when Mered wiggled his eyebrows at Lyon.
"Yes sir."
Lyon watched Mered bound up the stairs, his eyes locked on Mered's ass. He regretted the suggestion even more when Mered paused to shoot him a sultry look from the bedroom doorway. Lyon's hand tightened on the banister, and he wondered what he'd gotten himself into tonight. He was pretty sure he preferred shy Mered.
"Wait, this is actually happening tonight isn't it?" Gray asked, pointing between Lyon and Mered.
Lyon shook his head. "No we're no-"
"Looks like it." Juvia said, cutting Lyon off.
"Really we're not," Lyon protested, then glanced back up at the bedroom. "I think."
Gray held his hands up. "Say no more. Just give me fifteen minutes to grab some stuff before you two… start anything." With that he barrelled past Lyon and up the stairs, to his room.
Lyon let out a long breath and scrubbed his hand over his face. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. On the one hand, Mered seemed to be making things really clear about where he wanted things to go tonight, on the other hand, he might be drunk.
Only 3 nights ago that he'd been afraid to spend the night. But he'd spent the night almost every night since.
"You okay?" Juvia asked, and placed her hand over his.
Lyon jumped. He took another deep, calming breath, and shot her a nervous smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Just worried if Mered's a bit too drunk."
"I think he's okay. I saw him drinking water throughout the night, and he seems pretty coordinated, but if you're worried, why not ask him?" Juvia said.
"Because that would be rational and solve all my problems effectively," Lyon said. He cringed over how stupid he was being. "Okay, so I'm gonna go-" He pointed up the stairs.
Juvia nodded and smiled at him. "You do that." She gave his hand a quick squeeze then gave him a light shove.
Lyon took a breath, shook his hands out and climbed the stairs, trying not to be too excited.
Juvia plugged the popcorn maker into the outlet on the wall, and smiled when it whirled to life. This was easily the coolest thing in Lyon's kitchen. She grabbed the kernel jar and poured them into the top.
"There you are." Two arms circled Juvia's waist and pulled her backwards.
Juvia started, then breathed a sigh of relief, as she caught sight of Gray. "Geez, you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Sorry, didn't think you'd startle so easily, what with all the horror movies you watch." Gray rested his chin on her shoulder and pressed himself tighter against her. "Who'd you think it was? Some psycho killer out to murder us?"
"I wasn't thinking," Juvia replied.
Gray hummed and nuzzled against her. "So, think you'd be okay sharing the living room tonight? I'd like to avoid having a front row seat to Lyon's love life."
"Why do you think I'm making popcorn? I figured Jurassic Park would be a great distraction."
"Very good call, nice and loud," Gray nodded.
Juvia grinned at him over her shoulder. "Also has two sorta good sequels, in case things take a while."
"See, this is why I like you." Gray pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
"Because I make plans so we don't have to listen to your brother fucking his boyfriend?"
"I was more going for, because you're smart, and like horror and action movies, and make plans that I can get behind. But that too. You definitely make things a lot easier with Lyon."
Juvia smiled, and twisted around in his arms so she could face him. She let her eyes wander over the form fitting tank top he was wearing. "Nice shirt."
"You did say I had to wear one," Gray said, then leaned forward and stole a quick, demanding kiss. "But I definitely owe you for this dress." His hand traced up and along the edge of her slit, and slid under it to caress the back of her thigh.
Juvia closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, enjoying the rare moment of teasing. Gray pulled his hand away, and Juvia let out a whine of disappointment.
"Ah, ah, you heard Lyon. Not in the kitchen."
"Fuck Lyon."
"No thanks." Gray's eyes trailed up and down her body and his fingers brushed against her hips. He licked his lips then forced his eyes to meet hers. "How about you go change into something more comfortable."
Juvia raised her eyebrows at him and smirked. "I hope you realized that sounds way more suggestive than you mean it."
Gray winced. "Yeah, yeah it does." He shook his head. "What I meant was, how about you go put on some not sexy pajamas, and I'll finish making the popcorn."
"My pajama's are sexy." Juvia pouted.
Gray snorted. "Totally. In a completely cute, these come with a matching set for your seven year old kinda way."
Juvia glowered at him and pulled herself out of his hold. "Well if that's how you feel." Juvia took, long slow strides towards the hallway door as she eased the slits on her dress higher up her thighs. "I guess I'll tell Ultear I'm not keeping the dress after all."
"I'm not sure what you keeping the dress has to do with the sexiness of your rain cloud pjs," Gray called after her.
Juvia shook her head and laughed as she took off down the hall to change. She smiled to herself as she did. This was good, she finally felt like they were both in the same place.
Lyon stepped into his room with his heart hammering in his throat and was grateful to find Mered seated on his bed. Lyon flashed him a smile as he shut the door, and Mered beamed back at him and patted the bed.
Lyon took a deep breath and decided he might as well dive right into things. As he crossed the room to sit next to Mered he forced himself to speak. "So listen, I wanted to-" His words were cut off as Mered rose up to steal a kiss.
Mered's arms wound around Lyon's neck and his fingers tangled in Lyon's hair. His lips moved against Lyon's with vigor, heated and demanding.
Lyon's head spun, but he kissed Mered back, and responded wrapping his arms around Mered's waist and pulling him flush to his body. Normally it was Lyon initiating things, and he reveled in the moment, lost for a moment in the unusual forwardness.
Mered spun them around and started to push Lyon backwards. He stole quick heated kisses, as his fingers worked to undo the buttons of Lyon's shirt. It wasn't until Lyon's knees hit the back of the bed that Lyon came back to himself. He reached out and caught Mered's hands and pulled them away from his shirt, then threaded his fingers through Mered's. "Woah, woah."
Mered frowned up at him. "What's up?"
"Nothing I just think we should slow down a bit." Lyon leaned forward and pressed a soft, tender kiss to Mered lips and let it linger, before pulling back.
Mered's brow was still furrowed in confusion. "Seriously? You really want to slow things down right now?"
Lyon shifted uncomfortably but nodded.
"Why?"
Lyon sunk down onto the bed and pulled Mered up to him to stand between his knees. He ran his thumb over Mered's knuckles and stared down at them, trying to calm his racing heart. Some part of him wanted to say fuck it all, but he cared way too much about Mered to fuck things up so he could get laid. "I want to check in about where the boundaries tonight."
"Fuck boundaries." Mered pressed forward again angling for another kiss.
Lyon pulled back, locking his arms to keep Mered from getting closer. "I'm being serious."
Mered huffed in annoyance. "So am I."
"You're drunk." It came out harsher than Lyon intended, but he couldn't help the mounting frustration he felt over Mered's dismissiveness.
"You're shitting me." Mered scowled down at him and yanked his hands free from Lyon's. "I'm not drunk. What's wrong with you?"
Lyon sighed and carded his hand through his hair. He was asking himself the same question. "Nothing... I just- I don't want you to regret this." He took a deep breath and braced himself. Even if he pissed Mered off, it was still better than taking advantage of him. "Three days ago you were freaked out about spending the night, and now you're all over me, and trust me, I want this, but not if you're not ready."
Mered scoffed, but his arms wound around Lyon's shoulders. "You're such a dork."
"And you're a pain in the ass," Lyon fired back.
"Not yet, but we'll get there. For now I was thinking you could be a pain in mine."
"Did you just-"
"Seduce you with an ass pun? Why yes I did."
Lyon buried his face in Mered's shoulder. The realization that this is what it's going to be like from here on out hit him hard. He never pictured a life with puns as a form of foreplay, and he can't say it's all that effective, but it's not as annoying as he'd of thought. He's actually kinda okay with it.
Lyon sighed in defeat. "You're lucky, I love you."
"Yeah, I am."
Lyon sat up and stared down at Mered in shock, unsure what to make of the semi-sweet comment.
Mered smiled up at Lyon, his eyes warm and tender. "I love you too."
Lyon's heart stopped. It took him a moment to break out into a wide grin, and lean down to capture Mered's lips.
Juvia smiled as Gray sauntered into the living room, holding two large bowls of popcorn. "Aww, I get my own bowl? It's like you love me, or something."
Gray blanched, and his whole face went white. His mouth fell open, and he halted in his stride.
"Easy tiger, I'm teasing, no need to have a heart attack." Juvia fought back the pout that threatened to form. It was clear this was going to be a slow moving relationship in more ways than one. But, if this is what she wanted she'd have to learn to be patient.
"Right," Gray cleared his throat, and straightened as he handed her one of the bowls. He set his own down on the coffee table and walked over to the TV and began to fiddle with the settings.
Juvia had no idea what he was doing, but she suspected it was just and excuse to try to compose himself. She sighed and sat up on the edge of the couch. She'd learned from her previous mistakes with Gray. It felt like they were on the same page, but she wasn't about to assume anything. "Before you start the movie, can we talk?"
Gray tensed, and glanced back at her over his shoulder. "About what?"
"Us? Where we stand now?" Juvia sighed and clasped her hands together in her lap. "I feel like we're on the same page, but last time I thought that it was a huge mistake, and you said that I should talk to you before I go jumping to conclusions…. So I wanna talk."
Gray studied her for a moment before his shoulders dropped and he turned to face her. He moved and settled on the edge of the coffee table in front of her. "Okay. Let's talk."
Silence crackled in the air between them, like a living force, putting both of them on edge. Juvia knew what she needed to say, but she wasn't sure exactly how to say it. "I wanna know where we stand now. I get that we're taking it slow, and you want more time, but I mean… what am I to you?"
Gray sighed and scrubbed his hand over his face. "Shoulda known that was coming at some point." He scratched the back of his neck and shifted in place. "I don't know."
Juvia ground her teeth in frustration and tried to keep her temper in check. Then Gray looked her in the eye, and her anger softened at the conflicted look on his face. She reached out and he let her lace her fingers with his.
"We both like each other—" He brushed his thumb over her knuckles— "And we've agreed we won't be seeing anyone else, right?" He shot her a pointed look.
"Yes," Juvia replied, eying him back. She wasn't the one with a history of being a serial monogamist.
Gray's leg bounced nervously, but there was a smile in his eyes. "Kinda sounds like dating."
Juvia's heart skipped a beat and she sucked in a breath. A sudden panic washed over her, and she wondered if this was all a dream. She squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her grip on Gray's hands. They felt real. She took a deep breath and locked eyes with Gray again. "Sorry, can you say that again?"
"Seriously? You need me to say it again?" Gray said, agitation slipping into his voice.
"No!" Juvia said, and all but threw herself at him in a panic. She did not want to ruin this moment. "I'm not trying to be mean. I just wasn't sure if you actually said it, or if I was dreaming." Juvia cheeks burned with the admission and she bit her lower lip. "Sorry."
Gray scoffed, but his lips twitched up into a smirk as he shook his head at her. He yanked one of his hands free and ruffled her hair. "You're crazy."
Juvia pouted and shoved his hand away.
"So, we good?"
"Yeah." Juvia beamed at him, feeling light and giddy. They were dating. Finally! It took everything in her not to get up and dance in victory, or throw her arms around him and cling to him and refuse to let go. Instead she settled back against the couch and pulled her legs to her chest.
Gray eyed her for another moment before pulling up Netflix and flicking through it to find Jurassic park. Then he set the controller down on the coffee table, grabbed his bowl of popcorn, and a throw from the other couch. He stood beside her and nudged Juvia with his knee. "Scoot over."
Juvia raised an eyebrow at him. "If you think I'm giving up the big couch so you can sleep here, dream on. You're the one who doesn't want to sleep in your bed."
"You're welcome to it if you want," Gray told her, but gave her a sultry smile. "I thought we could share."
"Oh." Juvia blinked up at him before she scooted down the couch. Her cheeks were flushed and her heart thundered against her chest. He wanted to sleep with her. Well, not with her in the sexual sense, but they would be sleeping on the same couch again, curled up together.
She stole a glance at him, and swallowed hard as he tugged off his tank top. "I thought you were going to stay clothed."
"I was," Gray locked eyes with her and grinned. "But there's no way I'd be able to sleep with you if I have to keep a shirt on, and a blanket, I'd die from heat exhaustion. You wouldn't want to kill me would you?"
Juvia shook her head, her eyes lingering on his toned abs. "No, we wouldn't want that…. But I want to say I don't think I should be held accountable for accidental hand slips tonight."
Gray leaned forward and hooked his arm around her waist and tugged her back into him. His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear. "So long as they stay above the waist you've got a free pass. Sound fair." His lips trailed down the side of her neck, brushing teasingly against her hot skin.
"Mhmm," Juvia hummed and her eyes fell closed. She was pretty sure Gray wouldn't be sticking to his rules anyways, not with the way his hands trailed up her sides or the way he was already kissing her neck. She wondered how long Lyon and Mered would be up for, and whether she and Gray could sneak back up into his room.
Gray's hands stilled, and he let out an exasperated breath. "You're evil, I hope you know that."
"I didn't do anything."
"Exactly, you could help at least a bit with the whole willpower thing."
"You're the one taking your clothes off and kissing me."
"I told you, kissing you is a addictive. You're not even trying to protest.”
Juvia smirked up at him. "Sorry." She didn't mean it though. She wet her lower lip and shifted in his lap. "You could always punish me for it."
Gray arched an eyebrow at her. "Or I could press play on the movie and remind you to behave yourself."
Juvia let out a long drawn out sigh and turned back around to face the TV. She liked flirting with him, and she didn't want to stop, but she'd rather not pressure him into things.
They were barely five minutes in when Gray's fingers began to creep along her side again.
Juvia bit her lip and leaned into him. "I thought you said you were going to behave."
"No, I said you needed to behave." Gray's fingers pressed against her sides and wiggled causing Juvia to gasp and lurch away. Gray snagged her by the waist as a small giggle escaped her. "Consider this your punishment."
"No, no no no no-" Juvia whined in protest. She tried to squirm away as Gray continued his assault but he had her trapped against him. Not willing to give in Juvia decided to change tactics. Instead of trying to free herself she twisted in Gray's arms to face him and planted an awkward kiss on his lips, while still laughing.
Gray jerked his head back and wrinkled his nose. "That was pathetic."
"Fuck you," Juvia wheezed between laughs. "If you—" she snorted— "stopped—" she sucked in a breath— "tickling—" she struggled against him and Gray finally relented. He let go of her and she fell back against the couch, heaving breaths. "It wouldn't be."
"Uh, the entire point of the tickling is to punish you for seducing me earlier and to keep you from seducing me again. If I stop and let you kiss me properly, then I will have completely failed in my mission."
Juvia propped herself up on her elbow and glared at him. "One of these days I'll get you back for that."
"I don't doubt it," Gray said meeting her gaze with a soft smile. His eyes dipped down to her heaving chest, and he closed them and took a deep breath.
Juvia was tempted to crawl back over top of him and steal another kiss. A better kiss. But she had a feeling that would end in more tickling. Instead she waited.
Gray sighed and shifted, prying one of the pillows out from behind him and flopping it over his chest. He met her gaze and patted it. "Come on, the movie's about to get good."
"I don't know if I should trust you," Juvia said, and eyed him warily.
Gray smirked and held up his hands in surrender. "No more tickling, I promise."
Juvia lingered mid couch before crawling back up to snuggle against him and the pillow. "If you do I'm gonna break up with you."
Gray laughed, loud and hard, and rich, and it reverberated through Juvia straight into her heart. "Really now? You're gonna break up with me, after all the fuss?"
"Only if you keep tickling me." Juvia pouted, and buried her face against his shoulder.
"Well then I guess I better make amends." Gray tilted her chin up with his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. It was soft and tender, and the feel of it lingered for a moment even after he pulled away. "Better?"
Juvia nodded. Her cheeks burned and her heart was playing jump rope in her chest. It was more than a little unnerving to be in so deep with a guy she'd only known for two weeks, but she was definitely a goner.
Gray smirked and placed another gentle peck to her forehead and then draped an arm around her waist and settled back against the couch.
Juvia turned to watch the movie, but the sound of his heartbeat beneath her was the only thing she could focus on.
Eventually it was the sound that lulled her to sleep.
AN: The much anticipated chapter is finally here. I know it’s taken a while, but I finally got around to editing this. Good news though, 26 is written and 27 is half way there. So I’m well under way to finishing IKYSS off.
Hope you enjoy the chapter. You can find links to the other chapters HERE
Chapter 25: Date Night
Nerves fluttered in Lyon’s stomach, as he tugged at his bangs to the left. One look in the entryway mirror and he tugged them back right and tried to rearrange them to look better. He wished his stupid hair would cooperate.
“You’re gonna go bald if you keep doing that,” Gray said as he leaned against the door.
Lyon glared at him through the mirror. “Fuck you.”
“No thanks.”
Lyon blanched, and his stomach churned. He felt like might throw up. Of course, he’d been feeling like that since he woke up this morning, so it probably had nothing to do with Gray.
His phone buzzed against his hip and he pulled it out of his pocket.
Mered: Almost free from my hell shift! Ultear’s already on her way to get me. Can’t wait to see you.
Another wave of nausea washed over Lyon. He should never have agreed to this. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, head down to Magnolia for karaoke, invite all their friends and come out to everyone all at once- get it over with. Of course, now that Mered wasn’t pressing heated kisses to his lips, he was thinking a lot clearer. It was a terrible plan.
He reached for his hair again.
“Would you stop?” Gray huffed. “It’s fine.”
“He’s just nervous, and you’re not helping,” Juvia called down to them, she stepped out of the upstairs bathroom, and eyed Gray for a moment before turning her attention to Lyon. “It’s gonna be fine.”
“Easy for you to say,” Lyon muttered.
“No one’s going to care,” Gray said.
“How do you know?”
Juvia shook her head and bounded down the stairs, two at a time. She almost collided into Lyon as she launched herself off the last step, and threw her arms around him. “Stop worrying. You’ve gone out with Mered the last two days and no one’s bothered you guys. Tonight’s not gonna be any different.”
Lyon’s shoulders tightened and his stomach flip flopped. “It’s totally different.”
“How?” Gray scowled.
“Those were strangers.” Lyon’s hands flailed dramatically, and Juvia had to take a step back. “Tonight it’s every friend I have here, seeing me out with my boyfriend for the first time, when six days ago they were told I was dating Juvia. That’s definitely different!”
Juvia sighed and took his hand. “It is, but that doesn’t mean it’s gonna go badly. They’re your friends, and you already know Lucy and Levy are okay with gay people. And Gajeel already knows.”
“If it helps, Erza knows too,” Gray said.
Lyon’s heart stopped. He gaped at Gray and wailed, ‘How does Erza know?”
Gray winced and averted his gaze. “Well…” He shot Lyon a nervous glance, before looking away again and muttering, “I mighta let it slip last Thursday.”
“Let it slip? How the hell do you just let that slip? You’ve kept it secret for two years!”
“Fine. I told her! Happy?” Gray wrapped his arms around himself and glared at Lyon. Lyon glared back at him and mirrored Gray’s stance. He felt betrayed.
Gray sighed and carded a hand through his hair. “I didn’t do it on purpose, I was freaking out. I thought you were leading Juvia on, and I kissed her. The whole thing was a mess; I needed advice.” He slumped back against the door, looking miserable and guilt ridden. “I knew she wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t of told her if I thought she would.”
“That’s still not okay,” Juvia said, a scowl plastered on her face.
Gray swallowed hard and nodded. His face was taught and he looked about as sick as Lyon felt. He couldn’t believe Gray had outed him, especially after keeping it a secret from their parents all this time. It made his heart ache, and his mind screamed for him to lash out and close Gray off again. It was clear from the hurt and guarded way Gray was looking at him that that’s what Gray expected him to do.
Lyon forced himself to meet Gray’s gaze. “She’s the only one who knows?”
Gray frowned, but nodded slowly.
“And she really doesn’t care?”
Gray shrugged. “You saw her Saturday. She didn’t say anything or treat you differently right?”
Lyon didn’t have to think hard about it. He’d never have guessed she knew he was gay. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Gray and Juvia echoed in unison.
“Okay.” Lyon sighed and forced the tension from his shoulder and shrugged. “I believe you. I don’t like it, but I don’t think you did it out of malice, and I guess there’s no real harm done.”
“Really?” Gray stared at Lyon wide-eyed. “So we’re good?”
“Good enough.”
Gray grinned at him. “Thanks. It won’t happen again. Promise. And you’re over thinking tonight; no one cared when Cana came out, it’s not gonna be any different with you.”
“When Cana what?” Lyon squawked. He felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped down his back.
Juvia giggled and patted Lyon on the back. “I’m not sure how you missed it, but I’m pretty sure Cana’s bi.”
“Pansexual actually,” Gray said.
Lyon blinked owlishly, and he swore he could feel the world spinning. He wrapped an arm around Juvia and leaned against her for support. “Do you even know what that means?”
Gray shrugged. “She’ll fuck anyone so long as she likes ‘em”
It was close enough.
A car horn honked twice.
“That’ll be the cab,” Gray said, and hauled open the front door. Sure enough a green and orange taxi was parked out just past the front lawn.
Lyon’s feet felt like they were made of cement, and his head buzzed.
Juvia’s hand found his and she twined their fingers together. “You can do this. It’s gonna be okay.”
Gray took a step closer and clapped Lyon on the shoulder. “Come on, it’ll be fun. ‘Sides, we’ve got your back.”
Lyon glanced back and forth between them, then nodded. He took a deep breath and planted one foot in front of the other. He didn’t stop, and he didn’t look back. Instead he focused on his brother and his best friend.
Tonight was gonna be a good night.
Juvia bounded off the stage, high on the performance and applause still ringing in her ears. Lyon was right behind her, his hand resting on the small of her back as they wove through the crowd back to their group of tables.
“Oh my god!” Lucy screeched, grinning at the two of them. Her hands slammed down onto the tabletop in excitement. “That was incredible! I’ve got chills!”
Juvia blushed and smiled at Lucy, but her eyes scanned the surrounding tables, and replied dismissively. “It’s mostly Lyon.”
“It’s true, I can make anyone sound good.” Lyon slipped into the booth next to Mered, and nudged his shoulder. “We should go up next.”
“Not a chance in hell. I ain’t following that up.” Mered glowered at Lyon.
Lyon pouted. “But it’ll be fun, and you promised me you’d sing a duet with me.”
“That was before I heard you two sing together.”
Juvia bit her lip. Lyon's anxiety had been getting the better of her when she'd dragged him on stage. She’d wanted to calm his nerves, and her own with them, and it worked.
Only now it was backfiring.
“What’s that got to do with it?” Lyon's brow dipped in confusion.
“Uh, you two sound like you belong in a Broadway musical. I sound like a dying cat.”
“First off, of course I belong in a Broadway musical. Secondly, no one cares what you sound like." Lyon crinkled his nose in distaste. "They even cheered for Gajeel,”
Juvia swatted his arm. “He’s not that bad.” The whole table looked at her like she’d grown a second head. She huffed and let her gaze drift through the crowd, her eyes catching on over a dozen dark haired men. She couldn't get a good look at most of them in the dim lighting.
"Finally, I've got years of vocal training. I can just sing over you and drown you out so no one will hear how bad you are."
Mered scowled at Lyon, and shoved his side. "Go fuck yourself." He caught Juvia's eye as she continued to scour the crowd and pointed towards the bar. "He's over there."
Juvia whipped her head around. Sure enough, she spotted Gray. Cana was there with him and they seemed to be talking to a guy with orange hair. She vaguely remembered him from the party, but was drawing a blank on his name.
Juvia glanced back to Lyon, guilt tightening in her stomach. She had said she’d be there for him in case anything went down.
Lyon rolled his eyes back and her and shooed her with his hand. “Just go, we’re fine.”
Juvia took another darting glance in Gray’s direction, and pulled herself straighter. It was time to finally stop all this dancing around. She’d been patient, had given him time to adjust to things, had waited for his mom to cool down, and now it was time to go after what she wanted. What she hoped they both wanted.
She approached the group, taking long deliberate strides and adding a small swing to her hips. She tried to think sexy, and embody it.
Cana was the first to spot Juvia and waved her over enthusiastically. Gray turned in Juvia’s direction his brow furrowed, only to break out into a wide grin at the sight of her.
“Hey gorgeous, come to drink away your woes?” Cana tease as she slung an arm around Juvia pulling her into a tight half hug.
Juvia quirked an eyebrow at her. “My woes?”
“Looks like your singing partner traded you in for a younger model.” Cana gestured towards Lyon, who was trying to coax Mered up to the stage.
“Right.” Juvia let out a laugh. “Yes definitely here to drown my sorrows.”
“What’s your poison?” Gray asked, leaning in close to be heard over the singing. His hand settled on her lower back. Heat scorched through her body and and her knees felt weak.
“Vodka Cran.”
He nodded and waved down the bartender, who was in the middle of mixing drinks.
“Good choice,” the orange haired guy said. He leaned around Gray’s shoulder and offered her his hand. “I don't think we’ve been properly introduced-”
“For good reason.” Gray swatted the man’s hand away, but a smirk played on his lips.
The man’s eyes darted to Gray and he smiled wickedly before turning back to Juvia. His eyes danced with mirth. “You must be Juvia, I'm Loke. I'm afraid Gray's a bit of a caveman when it comes to these things.”
Juvia blinked in surprise. Did Gray mention her to Loke too?
“You sound like Lyon,” Gray sneered.
Cana burst into laughter. “He does, doesn't he?”
“Is that why you're trying to hide her from me?” Loke asked with a devilish grin.
“Nah, just trying to spare her from your crappy pick up lines.”
“Why?” Amusement danced in Cana's eyes. “I'm sure she'd tear him to pieces. It’d be great.”
Juvia caught sight of the bartender waiting for them and was about to order when Gray cut her off. “She’ll have a vodka cranberry, and I'll take another beer.”
“Keiths?” The bartender asked, glancing down at Gray’s glass. Gray nodded.
“And four tequila shots,” Loke added.
Juvia groaned as she fished through her purse for her wallet. “No. I'm not doing tequila shots tonight. No way.”
“Vodka then.”
“Fine,” Juvia huffed and hauled out her wallet.
Gray caught her hand before she could fish out any money. “I've got it.”
Juvia blinked up at him. She swore there was a light blush coating his cheeks. “But-” Her protest died on her lips as he stared down at her. A part of her wanted to insist she could pay for herself, but the way he was touching her and the look he was giving her made her wonder if maybe, this was his way of making this a date. She took a deep breath and smiled at him. “Thank you.”
“Just put her drinks on my tab,” Gray told the bartender. “The tequila shots are on him though.” He jerked a thumb at Loke.
“Well look at you, pulling out the moves,” Cana said, elbowing Gray in the side.
He tensed, then jerked his hand away from the small of Juvia’s back as though he’d been burned. His voice was strained when he replied, “I’m not!’
Juvia bit back her disappointment. She liked him touching her, and she felt a little put out by the denial. Then again, Gray seemed like a private person so she'd need to get used to that. She shifted a little closer to Gray, and tried to think of a subtle way to say she didn’t mind if he was. She’d been waiting on him for days.
“Why not?” Loke asked in total disbelief. “You need to get laid, it’s been like… years.”
“Shut up," Gray said through gritted teeth. He carded a hand through his hair and shot Juvia a nervous look. “Any chance you could ignore him for the rest of the night?”
Juvia giggled and placed her hand on his bicep, hoping to re-engage contact between them, and also hoping that he’d pick up on the flirtation. “I was planning to anyways.”
Gray flashed her a grin.
“Ow, that’s savage." Despite the complaint, Loke was smiling as he said it.
“Alright, enough blabbering from you, we gonna do these shots or what?” Cana asked.
“Yes!” Loke said, reaching between Gray and Juvia to pluck one of the shots off the bar. Cana grabbed her own, but Gray grabbed the remaining two and handed Juvia hers. They raised their glasses and down the shots in one go. Juvia followed suit, letting the vodka shot burn down her throat. The others chased their shots with limes, but Juvia grabbed her drink and took a sip.
Cana gave her a light pat on the back. “You better keep this one Gray, she’s a woman after my own heart.”
Gray shifted uncomfortably, giving Cana a non-committal shrug. He grabbed his beer and downed a good portion of it. “So, you hosting New Year’s again this year?”
Juvia’s heart tugged. She wondered why he got so touchy when people suggested there was something romantic between them. He had no trouble flirting with her, and he’d been getting better about the distance he’d been keeping prior to Christmas, but she still felt like there was a part of him holding back, and she couldn’t figure out why. She kinda figured it would have been a done deal by now.
“Hell yeah! The old man is out for the night, so I’m going all out.” She nudged Juvia. “You better be there. Lyon and Mered too! I want a full house.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Juvia said. She hadn’t been planning on a wild night out but she liked Gray’s friends. They were a bit overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit left out when they’d talk about growing up together, but she enjoyed their company.
Besides, if everything went well, she and Gray would finally be dating, so why not party it up on New Years.
“I can’t believe we’re leaving!” Lyon whined. He clung to Mered’s back as they stumbled down the street away from the bar’s door. “It’s not even ten, you should all be ashamed.”
Juvia shook her head and trudged out after them, tugging her coat tighter around her as the cold air hit her for the first time in hours.
“Yeah, well, some of us have work in the morning,” Ultear grumbled from Juvia’s side. Ultear had her arms wrapped tight around herself, and was darting glances up and down the street hunting for a large cab.
“Not me,” Mered chirped, and smirked over his shoulder.
Ultear glared at him. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in.”
“You’re just getting old,” Lyon said, a smirk played on his lips. “Back in the day you’d be out all hours of the night, job or not.”
“That’s because I never cared about the jobs I had, it’s a little different now. If I don’t go to work, I don’t make money,” Ultear said.
“Excuses, excuses. Admit it, you’re old, and you’re out past your bedtime,” Mered teased.
“You little shit.” Ultear’s eyes narrowed as she lunged towards Mered.
Mered's eyes went wide with panic and he ducked behind Lyon. Ultear darted after him, and he spun around, keeping Lyon between them as Ultear tried to catch him.
Lyon stumbled between them and tried to protest being used as a shield, but it fell on deaf ears.
Juvia shivered, and burrowed deeper into her jacket, feeling colder now that Ultear wasn’t there to block the wind. She caught sight of a lit up taxi sign and started to flag it down, only to realize it was a car and wouldn't fit them all. Her nose wrinkled in frustration. They should have called one from the bar, at this rate they were going to freeze to death in the street.
“You cold?” Gray asked, as he sauntered up to them. He’d been helping Cana and Lucy get Natsu into their cab.
Juvia bit her lip. She didn’t want him to give her his jacket, since it was way too cold for him to be without one, but it wasn’t like she could hide it either. She nodded.
Gray studied her for a moment before stepping right up beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest, holding her there and turning her away from the wind so he’d shield her from most of it.
Juvia’s heart raced and she could feel her cheeks going red.
“Hey look, Gray’s being a gentleman!” Mered shouted, pointing at the two of them. Lyon and Ultear came to a halt, the three of them a tangle of limbs from their game of cat and mouse. Identical smirks formed, as they gawked at the pair of them.
Gray’s whole body tensed against her back and his arms stiffened. He let out a loud frustrated growl before replying. “Just making sure she doesn’t freeze to death since you three are more interested in play tag, instead of getting us a cab.”
Juvia’s heart dropped a bit, and she sunk back against him.
“Nice, very romantic,” Lyon deadpanned.
Gray shifted behind her and huffed feathering the hair against Juvia's neck. “Whatever.” He readjusted his grip, but he didn’t let go of her, and Juvia decided that was a good sign.
“We should just call a cab” Mered suggested. “It’ll take forever to find a van at this time of night.”
“Good idea.” Ultear fished out her phone and started punching in numbers.
Lyon pouted and draped himself over Mered’s shoulder. “Not a good idea. The sooner we find a cab, the sooner the night's over and I have to say goodbye to you.”
Mered rolled his eyes. “You’ll see me again tomorrow, now get off. Stop using me to lean on.”
“But, I want to see you more now!”
“Why don’t you come home with us?” Juvia asked, “You don’t have to work in the morning, you could spend the night. Lyon’s bed is free, and we can watch movies together.”
Mered’s eyes went wide, and Lyon’s lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Yes! Brilliant idea!” Lyon wrapped his arms tighter around Mered’s shoulder, and hung off him. “Please come home with me. Please, please, please.”
Mered struggled under Lyon’s hold and glared up at him in frustration. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you get offa me.”
Lyon shot off Mered, freeing him from Lyon's death grip. “I'm off!” He held his hands high in the air as proof, but he still hovered ridiculously close to Mered. He pouted and batted his eyes at Mered. “Now will you grace me with your presence for the night?”
Mered shifted again and bit his lower lip.
Juvia frowned, unsure why he seemed so hesitant, and Lyon's smile fell a bit.
Mered was about to say something when Ultear turned back to the group. “Cab’s on its way, and you should totally come. It’ll be your first double date.” She elbowed him and smirked at Gray and Juvia.
“We’re not dating.” Gray was stiff as a board and when Juvia glanced up at him he was scowling at Ultear.
Juvia felt a pang of rejection shoot through her heart. She knew they weren't dating yet, but she’d hoped that would change. She caught the sympathetic glances Mered and Ultear were shooting her.
All at once Gray's arms felt constricting. “Right.” Juvia pushed his arms off of her and pulled away from him
“Juvia?” Gray frowned “I thought you were cold.”
“I'm fine.” She’d meant to sound relaxed, but anyone could hear the strain in her voice.
Gray stepped towards her and reached his hand out to touch her. “Hey, what's up?”
“Nothing,” she snapped and flinched away from him. “Nothing is up, you made that perfectly clear.”
“What? Seriously? All I said was we aren't dating; which is true. Why are you getting so pissed off?” Gray threw his hands up in frustration as he glared back at her.
Juvia gaped at him, as a torrent of emotions flooded her mind. She had no idea how to answer that. Did he really not get it? “You're kidding right?”
“Say yes, it might still save your ass,” Mered said.
“No.” Gray scowled at Juvia.
“Wrong answer.” Mered muttered and eyed Gray like he was a dead man.
“So you don't have feelings for me? That kiss meant nothing to you?” Juvia was bordering on hysterical, and several people were staring at them.
“I didn't say that.” Gray ran a hand through his hair and glanced about nervously. “Can you calm down? We’ll talk about this later.”
“When later? It's been five days! I've been waiting, I'm tired of it.”
Gray clenched his jaw and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He gaze darted up and down the street and the various people stopping to look at them. He grit his teeth. “When we aren't in public.”
“No that's-”
“Juvia enough,” Lyon said, catching her by the elbow and pulled her towards him. “You're overreacting and blowing this way out of proportion.”
Juvia’s eyes narrowed and betrayal lanced through her heart. She wrenched herself free from Lyon's grip and spun on him. Lyon locked eyes with her and took a step back, bumping into Mered.
“Dumb thing to say dude,” Mered said, glancing nervously between the two of them.
“Foot in mouth syndrome, both of them,” Ultear muttered. She stepped forward as their cab pulled up to the curb and wrapped an arm around Juvia. “Just breathe. Remember, they're dumb boys.”
Juvia nodded, even though she didn't agree with the sentiment. Gray and Lyon weren't dumb, bad with words sure but not dumb. And the fact that Lyon was actually siding with Gray over her was a slight that cut her deeper than she had words for.
She climbed into the cab and settled in the front set of seats. Ultear sat beside her and Gray and Lyon were forced to sit in the back with Mered.
As the cab pulled away from the curb Juvia turned and stared out the window and wished she had somewhere else to go tonight.
The tension in the cab was impossible to ignore, no matter how hard Lyon tried. Juvia hadn't said a word to anyone, and was busy sulking in the seat in front of him. Occasionally Lyon caught her glaring at him through the window.
Gray wasn't much better, but at least he was willing to talk to the rest of them. Though, he kept shooting looks Juvia’s way, and he face was frozen in permanent scowl.
Lyon did his best to engage with Mered and Ultear, and stay upbeat, but it was hard to ignore the glares Juvia kept shooting at him through the window. Lyon pretended like he didn’t notice, but anyone could tell that was an act. Twenty minutes into the ride and Mered slid his hand over top of Lyon’s. It helped a bit.
By the time they arrived at the house, everyone was relieved to be allowed out of the cab.
Mered made a beeline for the house, and ended up having to wait for Lyon to make it up the walkway to unlock the door for him. Gray wasn’t far behind, but Juvia lingered by the cab, waiting while Ultear paid the fair.
Lyon watched them from the door, apprehension pooling in his gut. There was no telling what Juvia was gonna do at this point. He waited until the two of them were walking up the driveway before finally starting to take off his coat. For a moment he’d been afraid Juvia might not come in.
Gray seemed to have the same idea. He wasn’t as obvious about watching them, but he’d yet to take anything off, and Lyon caught the way he’d steal glances out of the door every few seconds.
Ultear trudged through the door, peeling off her coat as she entered and ripping off her mittens, scarf and headband along with it. She begrudgingly stuffed them into to the closet in a semi organized manner, before turning to the rest of the group with a sigh. “Okay, I gotta be up in five hours, so I’m off to bed. Have fun, keep the noise down, and try to get some sleep at some point.” She eyed Lyon and Mered as she said it.
“No promises,” Lyon teased.
Mered coughed and went bright red beside him. He averted his gaze when Lyon turned to stare at him. “Night Ul.”
Gray side eyed the two of them and shook his head. He stepped forward and gave Ultear a half hug. “Night Tear.”
Juvia was last and she stepped into the house. She meet Ultear in a warm hug.
“Don’t let these things get to your head. We all love you okay?” Ultear ran a hand over Juvia’s hair and gave her a small pat. “Okay kids, night.”
“Night,” they all echoed in unison as Ultear climbed the stairs.
Mered smiled as he turned to Lyon. “So… popcorn?”
“Hell yes.” Lyon turned to Juvia and smiled at her, hoping they might be able to drop the argument for the night. “Wanna help?”
“I’ll pass,” Juvia said, with a shake of her head.
“Well at least come in and take your coat off. I’m turning into a popsicle,” Mered laughed and flashed her a grin.
Juvia shifted uncomfortably, and glanced back outside. “Actually, I was thinking... I'm gonna skip the movie, get some fresh air instead.”
“What? Why? It’s freezing out there.” Mered protested.
Juvia shrugged, but her eyes darted towards Gray.
“Come on,” Lyon said, and reached out to her. He’d been worried about this, and he didn’t want her going back out on her own. Sure the neighbourhood was safe, and Juvia could handle herself anyways, but it was cold, and she’d end up stewing in her own thoughts and this whole thing would get worse. “Look, I know you’re upset, but just come in, and we’ll talk it out.”
“No,” Juvia snapped. She closed her eyes and her whole body sagged. “Look, it’s fine.” She turned to Lyon. “There’s nothing to talk about, I’m just going for a walk.”
Gray let out an exasperated sigh, and started doing his jacket back up. “You know what, why don’t I go instead.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m going for a walk. Why do you need to leave?” Juvia demanded.
“Because you’re upset with me, and I don’t like the idea of you wandering around alone, in a strange place.” Gray grabbed the door and took a step to leave, only to have Juvia block him.
“It’s not a strange place, it’s your neighbourhood.”
“It’s strange to you.” Gray sighed, and looked like he wanted to strangle Juvia the way he was glaring at her.
Lyon stepped between them. “Okay, both of you take a breath.” He turned to Juvia. “I get that you want space, but I’m with Gray. I don’t like the idea of you being out there on your own.”
“Why? Because I’m a girl?” Juvia fumed. “I can handle myself.”
“Walked right into that one,” Mered muttered, looking completely unamused. Lyon scowled at him, trying to communicate that, he wasn’t being helpful
“Oh fuck off. Can you not twist this around for once? It’s late, it’s cold, it’s dark, and you have nowhere to go. If I leave can go to Erza’s. I’ll sit on her couch or pass out there, where it’s safe and warm, because I’m not fifty shades of crazy.”
Silence exploded in the foyer. Everyone gaped at Gray. Juvia stood frozen in front of him, and Lyon could see the shimmer in her eyes. Before he could do anything, she turned on her heel and stormed out the door and down the walkway.
“Shit!”
“Juvia!” Lyon called, surging forward to catch up with her. This was bad. So bad. She wasn’t gonna let this shit go, and she’d be livid for days. He stalled to glance back at Mered, a heavy twinge of guilt and disappointment weighing on his chest. He’d been looking forward to spending more time with Mered.
Gray caught his arm, holding Lyon in place. “Don’t bother, I’ve got this.”
Lyon arched an eyebrow skeptically. “Yeah, I can see that.”
“Seriously, I’ll handle it. This has nothing to do with you.”
“This has everything to do with me, she’s my best friend.”
“And Mered’s your boyfriend, who’s here to spend time with you.” Gray sighed and carded his fingers through his hair. “Juvia’s pissed at me, and she’s upset because of me. It should be me dealing with this, not you.”
Lyon shook his head. “And if you piss her off more?”
“Then I’ll call you, and I’ll sleep at Erza’s for the rest of the week, and you can go back to hating my guts,” Gray pleaded. He shot a nervous glance down the street and bounced on the tips of his feet.
Lyon turned to Mered, unsure of what to do.
“Let him go,” Mered said, as he pressed a comforting hand to Lyon’s arm. “You saw what happened when we let everyone else get involved in our spats.”
Lyon grimaced. “Fine. Just don’t fuck this up." Lyon forced himself to take a breath. "Please.”
“Thanks. I’ll text you when I find her.” Gray called back to them in a rush. He was already booking it down the walkway at top speed.
Lyon lingered in the door for a moment longer, before taking a deep breath and shutting it. It was hard to ignore the anxiety bubbling in his chest, but he was now completely alone with Mered for at least a half an hour. His heart picked up speed for an entirely different reason.
Lyon smirked, and looped his arm around Mered’s waist, drawing Mered close so he could lean down and whisper in Mered’s ear. “Come on, let’s go make that popcorn.” He let his arm slip away and sauntered towards the kitchen, and added sway to his hips. He glanced over his shoulder and waggled his eyebrows when he caught Mered staring at his ass.
Mered huffed and shoved past him into the kitchen, only to stop dead in the center of it. “Uh, where do you guys keep the popcorn?”
“That would be over here.” Lyon planted a hand on Mered’s hip and guided him towards the pantry at the end of the counter and pulled out the jar of kernels.
“Dude, no way. You guys make your popcorn from scratch?”
Lyon cackled. “Of course, have you met my mom? There’s no other way to have popcorn.” He bent down and pulled out the popcorn maker from one of the lower cupboards and patted it lovingly. “This thing’s been around long than I have.”
Mered wrinkled his nose. “That’s not necessarily a good thing.”
“It works fine. Stop being a snob and go get some butter.” Lyon plugged the machine in and flicked it on. It came to life with a whirring sound and he poured the kernels into the dumping cup.
“Ooo butter. You’re going all out tonight.”
Lyon scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s for you and Juvia. Popcorn is one of the few healthy snacks out there, why would I ruin that by covering it in melted fat.”
“Cause it tastes ah-maze-ing. Life without buttered popcorn is sad and not worth living.” Mered slapped an entire stick of butter down beside Lyon, with a smirk.
Lyon pursed his lips and glared down his nose at Mered. He was such a brat, and Lyon wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off his cute face. Lyon cupped Mered’s chin with his hand and pressed his lips to Mered’s, he pulled back slightly and repeated the action, moving his lips slowly, but firmly. He flicked his tongue against Mered’s chapped lips, and reveled in Mered gasp, before he pulled away. “Definitely still worth living.”
“Dork,” Mered mumbled. His cheeks were scarlet and he couldn’t meet Lyon’s gaze.
Lyon smirked, and leaned forward. His lips brushed against the shell of Mered’s ear and he whispered, “Your dork.”
Mered squirmed and hummed an agreement as Lyon’s lips traced down his neck, feathering kisses as he went. His hands found purchase on Mered’s hips and Lyon pushed him back towards the counter.
Mered’s whole body went ridged.
Lyon’s lips halted right above Mered’s collarbone, and his hands loosened. He pulled back and tried to catch Mered’s gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Mered eyed the counter, and bit his lower lip. His fingers curled tight around the edge of the counter, until his knuckles were white.
“Clearly.” Lyon took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He wanted to shake Mered, but that wasn’t going to help the situation. Instead, his thumb traced circles against Mered’s jeans, and he focused on the feel of the rough fabric. He dipped his head towards Mered. “Talk to me.”
“It’s stupid.”
“More stupid than me freaking out about coming out to my parents?”
Lyon was met with silence. His eyes popped open, and locked with Mered’s.
Mered shrugged. “Kinda.”
“Tell me anyways.” Lyon brushed his nose against Mered’s and touched their foreheads together.
“I’m not ready to… you know....” Mered trailed off and his whole face burned red.
Lyon blinked. His eyes crinkled and he had to bite his inner cheek to keep from laughing. It wasn’t a laughing matter, not really, but he couldn’t help it. Mered was too cute. Lyon took another deep breath and dipped his head so he could nuzzle Mered’s cheek, and he wrapped his arms around Mered’s waist. “You know, I like you flustered and a bit nervous, but I’d never actually pressure you for anything.”
“I know, but- I mean- You want to. That’s why you invited me to spend the night, right?”
“I invited you to spend the night because I wanted to spend more time with you,” Lyon said and bopped Mered on the nose.
Mered wrinkled his nose and frowned at Lyon. “Please. You can’t tell me sex didn’t cross your mind.”
Lyon sighed and kissed Mered’s forehead. “Sure it has, but I’m not dying for it.” He pressed another kiss to Mered’s nose. “I’m actually having fun with this.” Another kiss landed on Mered’s cheek. “You’re cute when you get all shy and squirmy.” He kissed Mered’s other cheek then locked eyes with Mered and smirked. “And I love getting to tease you.”
Mered shoved lightly against Lyon’s chest, but he barely got Lyon to budge. “Fuck you, asshole.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
Mered gaped at him. “Ugh. You-“ He pressed his lips together and glowered at Lyon. “I hate you.”
“You know I’m just playing with you,” Lyon said, and cupped Mered’s cheek. “I promise, it’s fine.”
“Sure, right now it is. But you be back at college soon and surrounded by experienced guys, who know what they’re doing and-"
Lyon press his finger to Mered’s lips. “And they aren’t my boyfriend; you are. And it’s okay if you feel insecure, I’ll hear you out, but I want to make it clear that I take this whole boyfriend thing pretty seriously. If I didn’t I would have dated one of the guys I was hooking up with.”
“I know, but I can’t help but feel like you’ll get tired of waiting. I won’t see you for months.” Mered slumped against Lyon and rested his head on Lyon’s shoulder.
“Uh, you’ll see me every day. If you think I’m not going to Facetime the shit out of you, you’re crazy. And it’s not like you’re opposed to phone sex, so it’s not like I’ve gotta go without.”
“Oh my god!” Mered buried his face in Lyon’s shoulder to muffle his wail. “Can you be serious?”
“I am being serious.” Lyon placed his hands on Mered’s shoulders and pushed Mered back so he could look him in the eyes. “We’ll make it work. I’m not going to cheat on you, and you don’t need to sleep with me to make sure of that. I’m with you because I like you.”
Mered stared up at Lyon for a long moment before he reached up and tangled his fingers into Lyon’s hair and pulled him down into a bruising kiss. Lyon’s head swam, and it took him a moment to orient himself. His hands found Mered’s waist again. He pressed their bodies flush together, and kissed Mered back will all he had.
When they pulled away Lyon was panting.
Mered smirked up at him. “I like you too.”
Juvia watched as the snow covered ground swayed beneath her, as she swung back and forth on the swing. Her foot occasionally caught the ground and pushed off to keep her momentum but for the most part she just sat there listlessly. Her heart hurt, and the rest of her felt numb with the cold.
She didn’t want to admit it, but Gray might have been right, being out in the cold was just dumb.
Snow crunched under heavy footsteps, approaching from her left. Juvia sighed and closed her eyes, trying to find a measure of calm. She knew he’d come find her eventually, though she was surprised it had taken him so long. Juvia looked up and nearly fell off the swing as she caught sight of Gray standing by the swingset pole closest to her. She clung to the chains, and tried to think of something to say to him. Nothing came to mind so she glared at him instead.
He met her glare, and stuffed his hands into his pockets, he scuffed the toe of his shoe against the ground, and waited. Silence stretched between them, but Juvia was determined not to be the one to break it. He’d come looking for her, so he could say what he wanted or he could leave.
“Lyon was gonna come after you,” Gray said at last.
Juvia’s brow dipped in confusion, before her scowl returned. If Lyon was going to come after her why didn’t he? Did he send Gray instead?
Gray sighed and carded a hand through his hair, and shifted against the bar. “I told him it should be me. That this was between us, and that I’d talk to you.”
“I don’t see what we have to talk about,” Juvia bit back.
Gray’s jaw clenched. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, but if you’re just gonna throw everything I say in my face, then I’m wasting my time trying.”
Juvia shrunk under the hard look he was giving her, and her eyes dropped to her lap. She felt like a scolded child. She took a sharp breath and forced her voice to soften. “What do you want?”
Gray stepped towards her, and Juvia’s head rose to watch him as he approached. He stopped in front of her and pulled his hands from his pockets and gripped the chains of her swing just above her own. He towered over her and despite herself, Juvia felt a bit intimidated. “Why’d you freak out when I told Ultear we weren’t dating?”
“I didn’t freak out.”
“Bullshit. You wouldn’t even let me touch you.”
Juvia glowered up at him, frustrated, but she wasn’t even sure if it was because he was ignorant to her feelings or because he wasn’t nearly as apologetic as she’d expected him to be. She’d figured he’d come here to apologize. “Don’t tell me how I felt.”
“Then stop deflecting. You wanna be pissed, fine, be pissed, but at least have the decency to tell me what the hell you’re mad about. I’m not playing these mind games with you.”
“I’m not the one playing mind games.” Juvia leaned forward pressing into Gray’s personal space. “You’re the one who called me crazy and then came out here, and now you’re being mean and accusing me of things as if I’m the one who did something wrong.”
Gray growled and shook the chains. “You are. You’re expecting me to read your mind and know what’s wrong, and when I can’t and I ask what’s wrong, you blow me off. Get even more mad at me, like that’s some sort of crime. And okay, yes, I shouldn’t have said that, and I’ll deal with it, but not until we deal with the actual issue. Now stop fucking around.”
Juvia stared at him wide eyed. Her heart raced and she tried to shrink back from him. She didn’t know what to say, she wanted to scream at him and deny everything he was throwing at her, but the more she thought about it and actually let his words sink in the more she could understand it from his point of view. She wasn’t trying to manipulate him, but she could see how he’d feel that way. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and her throat tightened.
“Shit!” Gray let go of the chains and sprang back from her, as though he’d been burned. “Fuck. Okay maybe that was too harsh. I didn’t mean-“
Juvia shook her head. She brushed her tears away before they could fall. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were being manipulated, I just thought it was obvious that I liked you. And I thought you liked me too.”
Gray’s expression softened and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I do like you.”
“Then why don’t you want to date me?”
Gray winced and let out a long sigh. He carded his hand through his hair looking distressed all over again.
“Why do you freeze up every time we’re alone together and things might actually go somewhere? Or when I mention seeing you?”
“It’s not every time.”
“It’s most times. Anytime I think we might kiss,” Juvia huffed. “It’s like you’re repulsed by me.”
Gray rolled his eyes. “I’m definitely not repulsed by you, and I only get that way because I know that if I kiss you we’re not going to stop there.”
“So? It’s not like I’m a virgin. I know I’m not exactly comfortable talking about it, but that doesn’t mean I’m not, you know….” Juvia felt heat creeping up her neck and across her cheeks.
“That’s the problem. I know you’re good to go, but I just think that maybe this isn’t something we should rush into.”
Juvia frowned, feeling the harsh twang of rejection all over again. Gray wasn’t the kind of guy who hesitated, which meant that her thought something was wrong with her. “Why not? I want you, you want me. What’s wrong with that? What’s wrong with me that you don’t want me?”
Gray groaned and tore at his hair. “You’ve got to be…. Juvia, there is nothing wrong with you. Nothing. I just don’t want to rush into bed with you because I actually give a fuck about you. I respect you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What does that even mean? How can you say you don’t want to hurt me, but think that means avoiding me?”
“I don’t!” Gray’s chest heaved, as he took long deep breaths. His fists clenched and unclenched as he stood in front of her, clearly wrestling with his emotions. Juvia waited, letting his shoulders fall, and letting him sink onto his haunches in front of her. “I’m not trying to avoid you, I like spending time with you. I’m just trying not to sleep with you, and it’s not easy. I care about you, and I don’t want to fuck this up. I’ve only had one relationship in my entire life, and it was messed. And Lyon told me about Bora, he said you’re fragile.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. You’re insecure too, and quick to anger. You’re emotions are all over the goddamn place, and I’m still picking up the pieces from my last relationship. You’ll be half a country away, and I’ve got hockey and school, and I’m shit at comforting people.”
“I don’t care. I don’t need comfort, I can take care of myself.”
Gray shook his head. “You should care. You should want those things, because you deserve them, any semi decent human being deserves them. The fact that you think you don’t just proves my point.”
Juvia glared at him as her chest tightened. “So what, you don’t even want to try?”
“I didn’t say that.” Gray scrubbed his hand over his face and sent her a pleading look, that rooted Juvia in her seat. “I’m just saying this shit is going to be hard, and I’m freaking out because Daphne fucked with my head, and she did it on purpose. She’d throw fits and threaten to kill herself anytime something didn’t go her way, and I’m not saying you’re that bad, but you do get really pissed off at people when they don’t see things your way.”
Guilt stirred in Juvia’s chest as she thought of all the times she’d snapped at Gray in the last week. She’d never really thought about how he’d feel about it, or that there might be a reason he reacted the way he did.
“I’m not saying you mean to do it, and sometimes you’ve got good reason to get defensive, but other times… like tonight, you just don’t consider anyone but yourself.”
“I’m sorry.” The words fell from her lips and sounded woefully inadequate. But what else could she say? Could she even blame him for not wanting to be with her at this point?
Gray stood, and brushed off the back of his coat. “You don’t need to be sorry, just be aware of it and work on it.” He held out his hand to her. “C’mon, it’s freezing out here.”
Juvia stared at it for a long moment before accepting it. Gray pulled her from the swing, and turned to leave, but Juvia held tight to his hand and refused to budge. He glanced back at her, confused. “What’s up?”
“I still don’t know where that leaves us.” She got that he had issues, and that he wanted to take things slow, but he also said he liked her, and that he was just trying to avoid sleeping with her. It was all really confusing. She knew what she wanted, but Gray was a complete mystery and she needed answers, even if they could crush her.
“As friends, I hope.”
Friends. The word cut like a knife and crushed her chest like a lead weight all at once. She took a sharp breath and tried to breathe through the very blatant rejection. She felt devastated, like a hurricane had torn its way through her heart. She wanted to cry, and to fight him, but if she did she’d just play into everything he’d accused her of. “Okay.” She felt numb saying it.
Gray let out a sigh of relief and smiled at her. “Yeah?”
She nodded, not trusting her voice. Gray stepped towards her and wrapped her in a hug before she could react. His arms wound around her waist and held her tight. It felt like a vice grip, and she struggled to keep her breaths even as she forced herself to hug him back. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of leather from his jacket and tried to console herself. It wouldn’t be that bad, at least they’d still be friends, she’d still get to see him. She clung a bit tighter when he first started to pull away, but let go a moment later.
Gray locked eyes with her and searched her eyes for something. After a moment he brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Thank you for understanding.”
She nodded again and swallowed hard. “Of course.”
It wasn’t like she had any other options.
As the credits rolled and the ending soundtrack started Mered let out a delighted laugh. “Oh my god. That was awesome.”
“I know, right?” Lyon chimed in, with a childish grin plastered on his face. “Chicago is one of my all time favs.”
“I'm actually looking forward to going to see it now,” Gray said, his eyes still glued to the screen.
“Same! Who knew classic musicals could be so violent?” Mered said.
Lyon scoffed. “A lot classic musicals have at least one death.”
“Yeah, I guess but they're all super depressing. This was fun.”
“Well I'm glad you approve.” Lyon glanced over at Juvia and frowned. “You're awfully quiet considering you just watched our favourite musical of all time.”
Juvia shook her head to clear it and forced a smile. “Sorry, had my head in the clouds for a second.” Truthfully she'd barely watched a second of the movie, not that she hadn't seen it enough times to be able to recite it by heart. Still she'd had a lot to think about, and she'd finally come to a decision on a few things.
“Right.” Lyon's tone suggested he didn't buy it. “It's been a long day, we should all get some sleep.”
“Definitely.” Mered seconded.
The two of them got up and started gathering the bowels of popcorn.
“Oh no, hand those over,” Juvia said and waved for the bowls. “Gray and I are taking care of the dishes.”
“Are we now?” Gray crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her.
Juvia locked eyes with him, daring him to contradict her. “Yeah we are.”
Gray studied her for a long moment before he shrugged and grabbed Mered's bowl with an exaggerated sigh. “I know better than to argue with you about clean up.”
“That's our cue.” Mered tugged on Lyon’s arm and pulled him back towards the stairs. “Night guys.”
“Night,” Juvia have them both a quick hug and flashed them a smile before heading to the kitchen.
Gray and Lyon called out quick good nights behind her, before two sets of feet climbed the stairs and Gray's thumped towards the kitchen. Juvia had already rinsed her bowl by the time Gray arrived. She handed it to him and took his, while he loaded the other bowl into the dishwasher and grabbed the detergent.
They tidied the rest of the kitchen in silence, each of them sneaking glances at each other. When Gray shut the door and pressed start he turned and leaned against the counter to face Juvia. “You doing okay with everything?”
Juvia nodded and leaned back against the island counter opposite him. She took a deep breath and decided she might as well say what she had to. “I accept that you're not ready to start a relationship at this point, and that there are going to be some things I need to work on before you feel comfortable being with me.”
“Good. I'm glad we're finally on the same page.”
Juvia held up her hand. “I said I accepted it. I never said I agreed with everything.”
Gray’s face fell and he eyed her warily. His body tensed and he folded his arms across his chest. “Okay. What exactly do you disagree with?”
“I don't agree to just being your friend. It’s stupid.”
“You think it’s stupid?” Gray’s jaw twitched. “Well too fucking bad, I said I’m not ready.”
Juvia threw her hands up. “It’s been almost two years, if you’re not ready now, you’re never going to be.” She dropped her hands down to her thighs with a slap. “You said you liked me, and I like you. It’s juvenile to pretend like those feelings don’t exist just because you’re scared of what they might mean.”
Gray drew himself up and glared down at her, and Juvia was sure he was about to storm out of the room. “It’s also juvenile to rush headlong into a relationship you’re not ready for.”
“That's true." Juvia drew in a deep breath. "I'm willing to wait until you’re ready, but I don't want to be just another friend.” Juvia pushed herself off the counter and leaned into Gray’s personal space. “I want you. I want to be with you, and I don’t like having to second guess myself every time we talk, for fear that I’m going to cross some line. I want to negotiate boundaries.”
Gray was caught off guard, and stared down at her blinking. She could see his mind working to process what she’d said.
“Fine.” He held up his hand and raised a finger. “One, we aren’t dating.” He raised another finger. “Two, no sex.” He raised a third finger. “Three, no more mind games or jumping through hoops to figure out what I did to upset you.”
“Okay.” Juvia took a deep breath and leaned back, feeling a bit lighter. “We aren’t dating, but we do like each other, and I’m allowed to act like I like you. I get to say flirtatious things, and I don’t have to hide my feelings.”
“Mildly flirtatious things.” Gray amended. “I don’t want you throwing yourself at me, and I don’t want every conversation to be riddled with innuendos.”
Juvia pouted playfully. “Fine, but if sex is off the table, and I can’t be suggestive, then you need to keep your clothes on.” She poked his uncovered abs to drive home her point.
Gray went beat red from the base of his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. He let his eyes trail over her figure, before locking their gazed. “Kay, as soon as we’re done I’ll go get my shirt, but that rule goes both ways.”
Juvia quirked an eyebrow at him. She was pretty sure she’d kept her clothes on the whole time they’d known each other.
“Incase you get any ideas." Gray paused. "And no more wearing that little black dress of yours either.”
“Really?” Juvia couldn't hide her disappointment about that one, she’d planned on wearing it again to Cana’s.
“Really. I practically jumped you on in here the last time you were wearing it, and that’s when I thought you were dating Lyon. So yeah, no more black dress.”
Juvia glowered at him and crossed her arms in a huff. "Fine."
“Also no more kissing.” Gray added.
Juvia froze at that, and looked up at him in alarm. “No more? Not even one?” New Year’s Eve flashed in her mind and Juvia scrambled to reign in her disappointment. The dress was silly and annoying, but this one hurt. She didn't want admit that though, it might make him feel guilty, and the last thing she wanted was a pity kiss.
Judging by the way Gray's expression softened, and the conflicted look on his face, she wasn’t doing a good job of hiding her feelings.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, but we both know that’s a slippery slope.” He stepped closer to her, and his fingers wrapped around hers as his thumb brushed over her knuckles. “I’m not thrilled about it either, trust me.”
Juvia closed her eyes and leaned into him, letting her cheek rest against his chest. The heat of his skin surprised her and she nuzzled against him. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, or that she didn’t think he wanted her, but she’d been hoping to replace the memory of her last new years kiss with a better one this year. That and she could use some luck.
Gray wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head and murmured into her hair. “I know this isn’t what you want, but thank you. Thank you for being patient with me.”
Juvia swallowed hard and nodded. In her mind she chanted for patience and courage, and told herself it was going to be worth it. Gray was worth it. She sighed and stepped closer, snuggling against him and relishing in the feel of his touch. It was going to be a long semester.
Okay, so I’m really sorry for the delay, last week was hell and I basically crawled under a rock to survive it, but I managed to make it through. Anyways, without further ado please enjoy the longest IKYSS chapter yet.
Also happy belated birthday to @endingsarenotalwaysbad, sorry I missed you last chapter, I hope this one makes you smile
Link to other chapters: HERE
The Heart Of The Matter
Lyon had been sure the oppressive tension from the kitchen would bleed into dinner. How could it not, when his own mother couldn't even bring herself to look at him?
His heart was heavy, as he took his seat at the table, with Mered taking the middle seat next to him.
Juvia lingered by the head of the table.
It was the seat on the other side of him, and where Ur usually sat. He hated how badly he wanted Juvia to sit there instead, but he knew better than to let her.
Before Lyon could say anything Silver slipped up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you take a seat sweetie," He said, and gestured to the spot across from Lyon.
Juvia's eyes lingered on Ur's seat, even as she obeyed, before shooting Silver a pleading look.
He smiled down at her, and then met Lyon's gaze, and pulled back the chair. "You don't mind if I sit here tonight do you?"
"No," Lyon said with a shake of his head. His heart hammered frantically against his chest, as he wondered how his mom would react.
Gray came in next, and clapped his hand on Lyon's shoulder before sliding into the seat next to Mered, and Ultear followed. She placed the salad down on the table and dropped down next to Juvia, leaving only one place left for Ur. One that kept as much distance between her and him as possible. The gesture wasn't lost on him, and he felt himself tearing up.
Ur froze, casserole dish in hand, as she entered the dining room. Her eyes drifted over them all, as she took in the change of seating. Lyon could pinpoint the moment she came to the same conclusion he had. Her lips thinned and she straightened under their collective gazes, then strode to the far end of the table, and set the casserole dish down with a heavy clank.
Silence fell over the room, like a heavy down blanket in the height of summer; smothering.
"So," Juvia said, and took a long sip of wine. She placed the glass down and smiled at him and Mered, a devious little glint in her eye. "How'd you two meet?"
Lyon frowned. "You know how we met."
"I do. But they don't." She pointed round the table, before resting her chin on her knuckles.
"It's true," Ultear chimed in, and equally large smile on her lips. "And I'm rather put out about it." She and Juvia shared a look and broke out into giggles.
Juvia flashed him another smile, then turned to Mered. "Come on, tell them how you met. It's cute."
Mered raised an eyebrow at her "Uh, we met on a gay dating site. Not really sure how that's cute."
Juvia rolled her eyes at him. "You sought him out, looking for someone from the area to talk to. And Lyon was all, 'okay, but we're only friends cause I'm not interested in dating people from my home town,' even though I could tell he was actually interested. I mean it was obvious."
"I wasn't interested. You just assumed I was because I said he was cute," Lyon said.
Juvia rolled her eyes and pointed at him. "That's what you always say before you're about to go and hook up with a guy. It's like subconscious Lyon code for 'want to bang'
Heat raced up the back of Lyon's neck and blazed across his cheeks.
"Really now?" Mered said, eyeing him with a wicked grin.
Lyon shot Juvia a scathing glare. "You're drunk."
"Mmm, maybe a bit. But doesn't mean I'm lying."
"You could always tell the story yourself if you don't like the way she's telling it," Ultear suggested.
Lyon sighed in resignation before beginning the tale over again.
Lyon would stop as he spoke so Mered could add his perspective, or to answer the questions Juvia and Ultear peppered him with, and before long Gray and Silver to joined the conversation with questions of their own. Lyon found himself caught up in the moment, and he almost forgot about Ur. Almost.
Her silence hung in the back of his mind. He tried to catch her eye throughout dinner, but she spent the time staring down at her food, completely shut off from the rest of them. As soon as the meal was done, she excused herself and retreated upstairs, leaving the clean up to the rest of them.
Silver had insisted he'd take care of it, and Gray offered to help, since Juvia and Ultear were too drunk to be of much help. Instead the two women dragged Lyon and Mered into the living room, to continue their interrogation.
Ultear wanted to be filled in on every detail of their relationship, and Juvia was eager to fill in and of the part that Lyon tried to skim over. He didn't mind though, it was a nice distraction.
But try as he might, Lyon couldn't shake the concern he felt for his mom. He knew he shouldn't feel responsible. She was an adult, and no one had actively excluded her from the conversation. Unfortunately, too many years spent looking after her made it impossible for him to ignore her distress.
“Hey, I’m gonna go check on Mom,” he said, interrupting the conversation between the others.
They all stopped talking, and shot him varying levels of concerned looks.
“You sure that’s a good idea?” Mered asked.
“You don’t need to; I can go,” Ultear offered.
Juvia placed her hand over his. “We can go with you.”
Lyon shook his head. “It’s fine, I kinda think this is something I gotta do. We used to talk about everything, but I've been lying to her for years now. I get that part of that's on her, but it's on me too.”
Juvia looked like she wanted to protest, but before she could Mered waved Lyon off. “Fine, go do what you gotta do, I’ll keep these two occupied.”
“Thanks,” Lyon said with a smile.
“Just holler if you need us,” Ultear said, leaning back into the couch.
Juvia had yet to let go of Lyon’s hand, and he gave her hand a squeeze.
“I’ll be fine, I promise.”
Juvia sighed, nodded and finally let go. “Okay.”
Lyon knew it wasn't; but she let him go anyways.
Lyon turned and headed for the stairs, before his courage gave out. He stopped as his foot hit the first step. Fear rushed at him, and he wondered if she'd even want to see him. The memory of her turning her back on him in the kitchen burned in his mind.
He closed his eyes and his fingers dug into the wooden banister, and he breathed deep. He opened his eyes and climbed the next stair, then the one after, refusing to stop a second time despite all the doubt. If she turned him away, so be it. At least he could say he tried.
Lyon knocked on the door, and waited with baited breath. His hand shook as he rested it against the doorknob.
Ur didn’t answer.
Lyon took a steadying breath, twisted the doorknob and inched the door open. “Mom?”
“Lyon?” Ur’s voice was strained.
Lyon knew from experience she was near tears. “Can I come in?” His hand trembled, and he waited for her to turn him away.
She never had before, but the years where he’d been her confidant felt like a lifetime ago. A lifetime where he was still the perfect son.
Time stretched the silence that came from the other room felt deafening.
Finally Ur’s answer came through the door. “Of course.”
Relief rushed through him. He pushed open the door, and stepped into the room.
Ur sat at the end of the large king-sized bed with her head in her hands.
She looked up at him as he entered, and wiped her eyes.
Lyon, caught the shimmer of tears on her cheeks and steeled himself as shut the door behind him. He approached slowly and eased himself down beside her. He fought the urge to wind his left arm around her shoulder and pull her into him, as he once would have. Instead he hunched forward and rested his forearms on his knees.
He swallowed and forced the question that was churning in his mind out of his mouth before he could lose the courage. “You’re disappointed, aren’t you?”
Ur blinked at him, then buried her head in her hands all over again and sobbed.
Lyon jolted upright and stared at her wide-eyed. Guilt rose like bile in his throat, but he had no idea what to do about it. He was supposed to be her shoulder to cry on, not the source of her tears.
Never mind the ache that clawed at his heart, and the tears that pricked his own eyes. A sense of betrayal clashed with the guilt. It left him feeling awkward and impotent.
He reached his hand out anyways, and placed it gingerly on her back, running it up and down as she continued to sob. Words of comfort warred in his mind with accusations and he kept his mouth sealed tight for fear the wrong thing would slip free.
Instead he waited, and let her cry it out.
It was a whole new form of torture, sitting there, staring at the walls and ceiling, waiting for her to stop. It felt like an eternity in hell had passed before her sobs began to subside.
Ur straightened and wiped the tears from her face yet again. She took a deep breath and murmured, “I’m sorry, I should not be crying like this to you.”
Lyon continued to stroke her back, as he met her eyes. “It’s fine, it’s what I’m here for.”
“It shouldn’t be,” Ur said, with a shake of her head. “You’re my child, I should be the one supporting you, not the other way around.”
Lyon wasn’t sure what to say to that. Deep down he knew she was right, but that didn't ease the guilt. It didn't change the fact that he'd always gone out of his way to support her, and she'd let him for so long that it was now an ingrained instinct. He had no polite answer, so he shrugged instead.
“You shouldn’t have to ask if I’m disappointed either. I should be happy for you, I want to be happy for you… I just….” Ur trailed off and frowned.
“You’re just not.”
Ur winced. “I feel like a terrible person for even thinking it, but I- I imagined something so different for you. I realize that I don’t get to decide your life, and that you can’t control how you feel, or who you love. I’m not disappointed in you, or by you, I just can’t wrap my head around this. It’s too much, too fast. You loved Sherry, you loved Juvia.”
Lyon sighed. “I never loved Sherry. I mean, I cared about her, you can’t not care about someone you’re that close to for three years, but that’s not the same as love. And Juvia- Juvia’s something else entirely. Like a platonic soulmate or something. I love her more than words but there’s nothing there in the physical department.”
“But wouldn’t it be the same with Mered? I mean, how does that even work?” Ur asked.
Anger flared in Lyon’s heart and he glowered at her. “One, it is different; and two, how is that an appropriate thing to ask me? We may talk openly about stuff, but usually you draw the line at the inner workings of my sex life.”
Ur gaped at him and her cheeks went crimson.
The silence stretched between them and Lyon could see her struggling to form a response. It was a surreal experience; his mom always had a response at the ready, and Lyon had never seen her left speechless.
“You’re right,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “That was uncalled for, and crossed several lines. I’m sorry.”
Lyon’s anger began to dwindle when met the pitiful look she was giving him. He tried to cling to it, knowing he had every right to be offended by what she'd said, but deep down he knew she hadn't meant it maliciously.
It still bothered him, but the initial sting of her words was subsiding. In its wake he was left with a hollow ache. More than anything he wanted her acceptance, along with the unconditional love and support he'd received in his childhood. Only he was an adult now, and he knew that nothing was unconditional. He wasn't going to get what he wanted by demanding it, nor would he get it from condemning her for saying the wrong thing.
His fear was that she wouldn't want to accept him, to deal with this part of him. But facing her now, he could see his own guilt mirrored back at him. Guilt that stemmed from falling short of the expectations of someone you loved.
Lyon sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, drawing her into a half hug and resting his head on top of hers. He planted a kiss on the crown of her head. “I know you didn’t mean it. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt, but we can work on that.”
“You mean I can work on it,” Ur said wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. “As much as I'd like to share the blame, this isn’t your shortcoming; it’s mine. I shouldn't be so upset, there's no reason for it."
"But you are," Lyon pointed out.
"But I am." She stared at him, sorrow and regret deepening the lines on her face and aging her before his eyes. "I always thought of myself as open minded. I was so mad at Juvia for even daring to question us, and it turns out she had every right to."
Lyon shook his head and laid his hand over hers. "Juvia had her reasons to say what she did, but she wasn't trying to paint you all as horrible people."
"No just prejudice."
"Mother," Lyon barked in reproach.
Ur opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it when she met his gaze. Her shoulders sagged and she blew the words away in a long exhale. "Sorry."
Lyon pressed his lips into a tight line.
Lyon pressed his lips into a tight line. “Okay, but maybe part of that is her being frustrated on my behalf. It's not like I was in a position to defend myself. I mean, how would you feel if you were in a room full of people badmouthing me without knowing they were?”
Ur’s scowl morphed into a pensive frown as she mulled over his words.
Lyon flopped back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was disappointed that she still wasn’t particularly receptive to what he had to say, but he had to accept that she was absorbing a lot, and it might be overwhelming for her.
At least she was willing to acknowledge she wasn’t in the right, and wanted to make changes. That had to count for something. He just hoped she’d give Juvia a second chance while she was at it.
Ur laid down next to him and turned her head to face him. “This whole fake dating thing was really your idea?”
“Yep, all me. Not that was hard to convince her. She’s always been super protective like that. She also might have been under the impression you were all rednecks,” he admitted.
Ur scowled at him and he shot her a sheepish smile.
“Does she have feelings for you? Romantically?”
“No. I mean, there’s some attraction, but I don't think she's let herself get too attached. She knows I’m gay, ‘sides, I’m not exactly her type.”
Ur eyed him. “I see. And what exactly is her type?”
“Tall, dark hair, emotionally unavailable,” Lyon teased, and Ur shot him a reproachful look. “Hey, tell me how that’s not true. Anyways, I tried to warn her off him, but they’ve been hanging out at night and he makes her happy. So, you know, I’m over it. Also I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gray smitten with anyone, so there’s that to consider.”
“Are you trying to sell me something, or what?” Ur said.
Lyon shrugged. “Just saying they’re both adults and if I can get over having to share her with Gray, maybe you can get over your misunderstandings with her and remember that up until last night you liked Juvia.”
Ur sighed, but her lips twitched upward into a hint of a smile. “I suppose. I did say that you and Gray not fighting would be a miracle, and I suppose I owe some of that to Juvia….”
“All of it,” Lyon amended. “I was pretty stuck in my resentment.”
“That you were.” Ur laced her fingers with his. “Though I guess a large part of that’s our fault.”
“Partially, but I could have spoken up more. It might have changed a lot of things.”
Ur hummed an agreement.
Lyon thought about how different things would have been if he’d just told his family he was gay when he realized it. It would have been tough at first, but he had a feeling things would have been different between him and Gray. He might never have moved away from home. “Is it bad that I don’t regret it as much as I probably should?”
Ur sat up, and turned to him, bracing herself on her forearm. “What do you mean?”
“Well, if I’d told you, things would have been better. Not perfect, but probably good enough that I never would have left, and then I never would have met Juvia….” Lyon trailed off and glanced at the door.
“She really means alot to you, doesn’t she?”
Lyon met her gaze and nodded. “Yeah. More than I ever put into words. She’s gotten me through a lot, taught me to stand up for myself, fed me.”
“Fine, fine. I get the point and I’ll try to stop taking my frustrations out on her,” Ur huffed.
“Thanks Mom.” He wrapped her in another hug, and they lay on the bed like they used to when he was eight, curled up in each other’s arms for comfort.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was a step forward, and sometimes that’s all you can ask.
“Do you have to go?” Lyon said, winding his arms tighter around Mered waist.
Mered strained against Lyon’s hold to grab the scarf and hat Ultear was holding out for him. “Considering tomorrow is Christmas and I already ditched the parentals to come see you, I’m gonna say yeah, I kinda need to go.”
Lyon pouted, and clung to Mered, leaning on him like a dead weight. “But-”
“Oh my god! Stop clinging, you weigh a ton!” Mered said and attempted to pry Lyon’s hands off him and shove him off at the same time.
“I do not!” Lyon wailed, clawing at Mered to keep himself from being dumped on the floor. “Juvia, tell him I’m not heavy.”
Juvia arched a brow at Lyon, from her seat on the staircase and smirked. “I dunno, you’ve been binging on an awful lot of sweets since Wednesday, I wouldn’t be surprised if you packed on some weight.”
“Traitor.” Lyon glared at her over Mered’s shoulder.
“Oh for heaven’s sake Lyon, get off him and stop being so dramatic,” Ur said as she approached from the kitchen with a large bag in hand. “It’s one day, and you still have an entire week before you go home. You’ll survive.”
Lyon released Mered and sunk to the ground dejectedly. He curled in on himself, clutching his heart. “Even my own mother…. No one loves me anymore, they’ve all abandoned me for you.”
Mered patted his head. “There, there.”
Lyon swatted Mered’s hand away. “Don’t ruin the hair, and don’t patronize me either.”
“Good to know your priorities,” Mered said.
Lyon pouted up at him. “That’s mean.”
“Also very accurate,” Juvia added, and grinned wolfishly when he glowered at her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”
Juvia shrugged. “I’m always on your side. But I need to earn back some brownie points with your boyfriend if I’m gonna bail you out the next time you put your foot in your mouth.”
“Isn’t it kinda counter productive if you tell me that’s what you’re doing?” Mered asked.
“Yeah, but I’m tired,” Juvia said and gestured in Lyon’s direction. “And if it gets him to stop sulking long enough for you to leave, are you really gonna hold it against me?”
Mered pondered her words, his eyes darting back and forth between Juvia and Lyon in some sort of internal debate.
“Just take the way out sweetie, otherwise we’ll be standing here 'til the sun comes up,” Ur said and stepped forward to wrap Mered in a warm hug and hand him the bag. “That’s for you and your parents.”
“Thanks,” Mered said, eyeing Ur for a moment before shrugging and turning to hug Ultear.
“Get home safe,” Ultear said, hugging him back.
Mered nodded and released her.
“You headed out already?” Silver asked, appearing behind Ur and draping his arm around her waist.
“Yep. You know my rents, up at the crack of dawn for presents,” Mered muttered.
Silver chuckled. “I’ll trade you, this lot won’t get up before ten if I’m lucky, and only if there’s coffee ready for them.”
“Done deal,” Lyon said, “You go spend the night with Mered’s folks and Mered can stay here with us and sleep in. Win, win.”
There were a chorus of exasperated groans and muttering following Lyon’s suggestion.
“What? It was just a suggestion.”
Mered shook his head and leaned down, capturing Lyon’s lips in a quick kiss. “You’re a pain in the ass, I’ll see you soon.” He rose and turned in the direction of the living room and hollered. “Bye Gray!”
“Later!”
Mered turned and waved at the rest of the family, and they waved back. “Night, thanks for having me.”
“You’re welcome,” Ur said.
“See you soon kid.”
“Call me when you get home safe,” Ultear said.
Just as Mered pulled open the door, Lyon hauled himself back onto his feet. “I’ll see you out.”
“Sure,” Mered said, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
Lyon looked forward to kissing it off him as soon as they had some privacy.
Mered slipped out the door and Lyon followed, but glanced back and caught sight of the soft smile his mom gave him as he shut the door. His heart fluttered happily, before he turned and followed Mered to his car.
Juvia closed her eyes and relished the feel of cold water sliding down her throat. It was refreshing, and helped clear away some of the drunken haze that had been clouding her mind.
“You should have another one of those before we head to bed,” Lyon said. His hand rested on her lower back as he reclined against the couch.
Juvia nodded and stretched forward to set the empty bottle on the coffee table. “Will do.”
Her gaze flickered over to the love seat, and her lips curled into a smile when she found Gray staring at her.
His eyes flicked up to meet hers and a soft blush dusted his cheeks.
Juvia bit down on her lip, to repress the giggle that threatened to burst from her lips. He was just too cute sometimes.
“I still can’t believe you kept up with Ultear tonight," Lyon said, as Juvia straightened. "You’re gonna feel it in the morning.”
“Please, I’ll be fine by the time the rest of you wake up,” Juvia shot back. She'd definitely had too much tonight, but she'd slowed down after dinner, and started nursing her wine instead of gulping it. As it was, she was feeling pretty good. All warm and fuzzy, which was a lot better than where she started the day.
Lyon scoffed. "Sure. We'll see how well that holds up tomorrow."
"Speaking of tomorrow, maybe hold off on another drinking binge. You're gonna make yourself sick," Gray said, his brow dipped into a concerned frown.
Juvia sank back into the couch with her arms crossed. She wanted to accuse him of being a spoil sport, but decided muttering under her breath was childish. Also it didn't seem likely to encourage his affections.
"I'm with Gray on this one. You're miserable to be around when you're drunk on wine, it makes you depressed," Lyon said.
Juvia scowled at him. "Not much of a difference between drunk me and regular me then, is there?"
Gray frowned at her.
Lyon sighed and carded his hand through his hair, then slipped his arm around her shoulders. "I know things haven't exactly been great today, but I talked to my mom. She promised to ease up on you."
Juvia wanted to protest that she didn’t need the help, but she bit it back. The truth was, dealing with Ur’s displeasure had been frustrating and hurt a lot more than she cared to admit. The relief that washed over her when Ur had said goodnight to her earlier was proof of it.
She sighed and snuggled into Lyon's side, letting her head fall onto his shoulder. “Thanks.”
He hummed and ran his hand along her arm comfortingly.
“You look tired,” Gray said, drawing Juvia’s and Lyon's attention. His eyes skimmed over Juvia's figure then locked with hers. "It's been a rough couple days, you should consider making it an early night tonight."
A smile smile tugged at the corner of Juvia’s lips. His concern sent her heart into a flutter and coated her cheeks with a warm blush.
“It’s not a bad idea,” Lyon seconded. “Lord knows you’ll be up at the crack of dawn.”
Juvia hummed and snuggled into Lyon’s chest. “I’m fine.”
“You always say that. Gray’s right, you need some sleep. Head up I’ll grab a bottle from the fridge and bring it up to you,” Lyon said.
Juvia frowned and pulled back, twisting to face him. “No.”
“No?”
“I’m not sleeping up stairs tonight.”
Lyon rolled his eyes. “I thought we covered this last night. I’m gay, you’re a girl, it’s not a big deal.”
“You have a boyfriend now,” Juvia countered.
“Mered knows there’s nothing going on between us.”
“He’s still not comfortable with how close we are.” Juvia locked eyes with Lyon and he frowned back.
“You’re my best friend he’s gonna need to get over that.”
“Yeah, and eventually he will.” Juvia laid her hand over Lyon’s. “But in the meantime you could try to make it easier on him? Sort of a show of faith?”
“By having you sleep on the couch?” Lyon said, displeasure clear in his voice.
Juvia shrugged. “It’s a nice couch. It’s not even that much worse than the dorm beds.”
Lyon scowled at her.
“It saves you having to kick me out of the bed when Mered spends the night,” Juvia said, a suggestive grin tugged at her lips.
Lyon gaped at her and his cheeks went red. “I- We’re not there yet.”
“Maybe not, but you can’t tell me you don’t want to be.” She locked eyes with him and straightened her back. “You really want to make Mered feel like he’s putting me out for staying over?”
“No….” Lyon glanced away a pensive look on his face.
“So then, I’m sleeping on the couch.”
Lyon frown and glanced at Gray, and Juvia followed suit.
“Oi! Don’t look at me, I was done with this conversation the second Mered spending the night came up. Certain things I just don’t want to know about,” Gray muttered the last part.
Lyon glowered at him. “Oh sure, say that now. Woulda been nice if you felt that way when I had to listen to you and Bacchus go on about your flock of floozies.”
Gray had the sense of mind to look guilty. “Yeah, well- Okay, point made, but trust me I have no intention of talking to you about any future partners.”
Juvia’s heart leapt as his gaze flickered to her before flickering away.
“I doubt you’d be able to tell me anything I haven’t already heard,” Lyon said, with a wicked grin.
Gray scowled at him and Juvia smacked him.
“I’ll still pass on getting the details of the inner workings of your sex life thank you,” Gray said, rising from the couch. He turned to Juvia. “I’ll grab you a water and you two can have whatever conversation you want while I’m safely in another room. Holler when it’s safe.”
Lyon cackled. “Suit yourself.”
Gray shook his head and fled from the room.
Juvia bit her lip, eyes trained on his back until he disappeared from view. Once he was gone she let out a disappointed sigh and glanced sideways at Lyon. "I'm not sleeping with you anymore."
"Why not? And don't try to tell me it's for Mered's sake because we both know that's complete and utter B S."
"It's not bullshit. He's totally insecure about how close we are," Juvia huffed.
Lyon fixed her with a disapproving stare. "But that's not why you're giving up your bed. I thought we talked about this, no more lying."
Juvia averted her gaze and her fingers traced patterns in the couch. She was pretty sure that telling him the truth would only backfire on her, but she had promised she'd be more honest with him. "I was hoping to get a chance to talk to Gray about, you know, us. I thought we were kinda on the same page, but he's been acting distant ever since he found out."
“Gray's always distant, that's just who he is,” Lyon said, with a dismissive wave.
Juvia's hands slammed against the couch cushions with a muffled thud.
Lyon jumped and stared at her wide-eyed.
She glowered at him out of the corner of her eye, and spoke through gritted teeth. "See, this is why I don't talk to you. There's no point, you don't even take me seriously."
"Juvia...." He sighed and his shoulders dropped. He ran a hand through his hair then turned to her. His eyes were sorrowful and his brow was furrowed. "Maybe he’s trying not to piss my mom off. She’s been taking shit out on, and anyone with eyes can see you're not actually okay. And she's been cold to him too. Anything that starts between you too right now is just gonna make it worse.”
Juvia's eyes softened and she stared at her hands folded in her lap. She hadn't really thought about it like that. It made sense. Gray had seemed more protective than usual, and he was always more distant when other people where around.
"I guess...." She frowned and turned to Lyon. "You told him you're okay with it, right?"
Lyon rolled his eyes, and draped his arm across her shoulders, and pulled her in for a hug. "Of course. Scout's honour."
Juvia curled into him, and wrapped her arms around him, letting her head fall to his shoulder. She couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was off.
Lyon tugged her up against him and pressed his lips to the crown of her head. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see. Just come to bed. You’re over tired, and over thinking all this."
Juvia shook her head. “I’m still not sleeping with you.”
“He knows we’re not sleeping together. Mered knows too.”
“I don’t care what they know. I’m gonna end up on this couch eventually, it’s fine.”
“It’s not-“ Lyon growled. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?”
Juvia buried her face deeper into his shoulder, as heat crept up the back of her neck. “He might ask me to… join him.”
Lyon stiffened beneath her.
“Is that really so bad to hope for?” she asked.
Lyon sighed and there was a soft thunk as his head hit the back of the couch. “You need sleep Juvia.”
“I know, but-“
“No, no buts. Sex is not sleep. More importantly, you two need to talk about shit, and figure some things out. We’re not here forever,” Lyon said.
Juvia pulled away from him and glared back at him. She knew he was right, deep down, but she really didn’t want to talk anymore.
He stared back at her, daring her to argue.
Juvia took a deep breath and slumped back against him. He was right. She was over tired and over sensitive, and still drunk enough that everything was floating to the surface.
Lyon ran his hand along her back, and pulled her back into him.
She collapsed against his chest, not having it in her to fight more. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes.
“I just don’t get it,” she whimpered, “what’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why’s he holding back now?”
Lyon sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know, and I’m not the person you should be asking.”
Juvia closed her eyes trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. “Please let me stay here. Please. I just want him to know I’m not- I don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”
“That’s the heart of it?”
Juvia nodded.
Lyon sighed again and shifted, pushing her up and off of him. He scrubbed his hand over his face, and when he met her eyes, Juvia could see the resignation written there. “Okay. Sleep here if you want, just know you’ve got a bed if you want it.”
Juvia smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He pushed himself up off the couch and plodded into the hall. “Oi, Gray, you’re safe from the scary gay sex talk.”
“Yippie.” Juvia could practically hear the eye roll in Gray’s voice and she had to smile.
She got up with a groan and dragged her feet across the room to flop against Lyon. She meant it as a hug, but it was more or less him holding her up. “Night.”
“So you decided you’re just gonna sleep on Lyon in the hallway then?” Gray chuckled as he sauntered towards them holding a water bottle.
Juvia hummed and nuzzled her cheek against Lyon’s chest. “Yep. Perfect compromise.”
“Actually, she’s sleeping on the couch,” Lyon said, as he pried her off of him. He gave her a light shove, sending her stumbling into Gray, who fumble to catch her. “Be a dear and see that she gets there.” With that he hurried up the stairs, calling out a good night as he went.
Juvia struggled to find her footing, as she clung to Gray. She was sure she was beat red.
His hands slid across her back and around her waist to help steady her. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear. "Do I need to carry you?"
Juvia's cheeks burned, and she wasn't sure it was entirely from embarrassment. “You don’t have to, I can walk.”
“You sure?”
Juvia meant to say yes, but all coherent thoughts disappeared as their eyes met. He was so gorgeous, and so close. It wouldn't take much to just lean forward and kiss him.
“Hold this.” Gray shoved the water bottle into her hands then bent forward.
Juvia’s world shifted sideways as he hefted her up onto his shoulder, and she let out a small shriek as he carried her into the living room. He dropped her onto the couch and smirked as she looked up at him from the heap she landed in. She pouted back at him.
He chuckled at her and ruffled her hair. “Drink your water, I’ll be right back.” Before Juvia could protest he turned and trotted out of the room.
Juvia sipped on her water and waited, sulking over the ruined moment, and him manhandling her. His feet slapped against the stairs, and she caught the creak of a door opening. She frowned, wondering what he was up to.
Her answer came when he returned with a large blanket and an arm full of pillows.
“Up. I’m making your bed,” Gray said.
Juvia hurried up and perched on the coffee table as Gray dropped everything onto the couch.
He shifted the pillows up to one end and draped the blanket across the cushions, then up the back of the couch tucking it into the creases. He turned to her and grinned proudly. “Give it a try.”
Juvia crawled across the space between the coffee table and couch. She fluffed the pillows up, then laid down, snuggling into them.
As she did, Gray reached out and pulled the upper half of the comforter down over top of her, and tucked it around her feet. “Better?”
“Mhmm,” Juvia smiled, warmth washing over her that had just as much to do with Gray being doting as it did with the down comforter. “Definitely better than the dorm mattress now.”
He smiled back at her, and settled back onto the coffee table, planting his hands behind him and leaning back. “You know, you could just buy your own mattress.”
“No money.”
“Right.” Gray winced. “Then you should drop a couple hints to my dad over breakfast. Now that Lyon’s back in the fold, I’m sure they’ll be visiting soon. He’d probably drag you out to get a new one.”
Juvia bit her lip, and shook her head. “That’s really not necessary, he’s already got the two of you to pay for anyways.”
“Yeah, but he likes you, and the gallery’s making good money. ‘Sides they owe you something for looking after Lyon all this time.”
Juvia nodded and averted her gaze and fiddled with the edge of the comforter. “Do you think you’ll come down with them?”
Gray scoffed. “I doubt I’ll be able too. It’s hockey season and between that and school my life’s pretty much spoken for until summer.”
“Right.” Juvia tried to hide the disappointment in her voice, but the guilty expression that mapped itself across Gray’s face said she hadn’t done a very good job.
He sighed and scratched at the back of his neck. “But you know, Spring Break will be here soon enough, and I’m sure Lyon’ll drag you back up for that. And once summer hits I’ll have a ton of free time, so I can make the trip down. Stay for a few weeks, let you guys show me around." He flashed her a smile. "Gotta check out all of those Hargeon clubs you two keep talking about.”
Juvia perked up. “Really?”
“Definitely. Though you’ll need to get some AC, no way in hell I’m putting up with those temperatures. I’ll melt.”
Juvia blinked. Had he just implied he’d be staying with her?
Gray’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned bright red. “Uh, that is, by you I mean, you know, Lyon. Or that I'd get a hotel room with AC. Not that you’d need to get one. I mean, I’m not suggesting you need to put me up-“
“You can stay with me,” Juvia said, heart hammering against her chest. “My roommate’ll be gone, and chances are Mered will be down for the summer so Lyon’s room will be occupied. But hotels are expensive, and I’d have the space, and I wouldn’t mind the company.”
“Right,” Gray licked his lips, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Sure. We can talk more about it as we get closer.”
Juvia frowned, feeling the distance open up between them like a fissure in the ground.
“Anyways, I should let you get some sleep.” Gray rose from the table, and headed for the stairs.
Juvia wanted to call out after him, to demand an answer or ask what she did wrong, but the words lodged in her throat.
Gray paused at the entrance to the room, but kept his back to her. “Night Juvia.”
And with that he was gone.
The creek of the stairs roused Juvia from her restless sleep. Her eyes fluttered open in time to catch sight of Silver’s back as he crept into the den.
Grey light filtered in from the windows and Juvia pushed herself up and frowned.
The clock on the TV stand read 5:34, confirming that it was too early to be up, even for Silver.
She sighed and sat up, stretching the kinks out of her back. It wasn’t a bad couch, but she’d been restless all night. Overtired and stuck in a loop of thought as she tried to decipher Gray’s behaviour. Juvia rose from the couch, blankets falling away, and shivered when the brisk air hit her skin. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she padded across the cold wooden floor towards the den.
Silver hunched over in front of the fireplace, trying to maneuver the stockings to make room for the one that rested at his feet. It wouldn't have been much of an issue, but they were all full to the brim and he was trying not to make a sound.
Juvia frowned, and her heart skipped a beat. There was no reason for him to hang another stocking, everyone in the family already had one.
“Do you need a hand?” Juvia asked, as she approached.
Silver jolted upright. A couple of gifts threatened to tumbled from the stocking he'd been holding, and he jerked it upright to save them. He clutched his heart with his free hand and glanced over his shoulder at her.
“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” he breathed. “Uh-“ His eyes darted down to the stocking then back to her, and he tried to shift it out of sight.
It was too little too late. Juvia froze, eyes wide and heart hammering, as she caught sight of her name, stitched into the top of the stocking. "Is that-"
"Nothing you should be seeing."
"It has my name on it," Juvia whispered, and took a shaky step forward. The sight of it was surreal, and Juvia was certain this was some kind of cruel dream.
Silver studied her face, then his lips twitched into a small smile. He sighed and held the stocking out towards her. "It was supposed to be a surprise.
Juvia reached out and grasped it. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as her fingers wrapped around the soft felt. She took it from him cradling it along her arm. Her fingers traced the stitching and embroidery. It looked hand made. "It's beautiful."
"Ur made it. She's been working on it non stop since you got here. Kind of a family tradition,” Silver said.
Juvia frowned. “But she-"
"She loves you. Just as much as the rest of them," Silver said. He closed the distance between them and wrapped her up in his arms. "I told you, no one's abandoning you."
Juvia choked back a sob and clung to Silver as tears streaked down her cheeks. Her fingers tightened around Silver's shirt gripping the fabric as she clung to him, and leaned into his embrace. Her heart ached and she felt like her legs were about to give out.
Silver tightened his hold on her. One hand stroked her hair and he murmured gentle words, trying to sooth her. The exact words were drowned out as Juvia broke into loud retching sobs.
It hurt. It hurt and she had no idea why. It should have been a happy thing. She should have felt relief, knowing that they still cared for her, and wanted her around. after everything that had happened. It should have made her happy, and yet it felt like someone was crushing her heart in their hand, and she couldn’t stop crying.
“Hush now,” Silver said, as her sobs started to abate. “Shh. You didn’t think we were so heartless that we wouldn’t get you gifts, did you?”
His voice was teasing, but it broke her heart all over again, and her sobs picked up their cadence?.
It wasn’t that she thought they were heartless, far from it, but she hadn’t expected anything. Maybe a gift or two, but she was a last minute addition, and not a member of their family. They’d had the gallery to look after, and their Christmas party to plan and she couldn’t even fathom when they had the time to go out and do last minute shopping for her, let alone make her a stocking. And all this time she’d been lying to them, and throwing their shortcomings in their faces.
It was too much.
“I don’t deserve this,” she choked out.
Silver tensed at her words and frowned. “Don’t be ridiculous, of course you do.”
“No I don’t. I’ve lied to you, and I’ve hurt you, and I said horrible things to you and accused you-“
“Juvia, look at me,” Silver commanded.
Juvia swallowed and nuzzled into his chest, not wanting to move. He didn’t pressure her to, but she could feel him waiting for her to comply. She lifted her head and met his gaze.
“None of that, absolutely none of that, makes you less worthy of a place in this family.”
“But-“
“No buts,” Silver said, cutting off her protests. “We have all made mistakes, we have all said or done horrible things at one point or another. We love each other anyways, because that’s what family is about. It’s about support and forgiveness and love. We love you sweetheart. There isn’t much that’ll change that.”
Juvia’s heart clenched. She wanted to believe it, but her mind riled against her, protesting that this was just another disappointment waiting to happen. That no one loved her. No one was gonna stick around forever. “But why?
“Because you’re not a bad kid, and you need some love,” Silver said, as though love were that simple and could be summoned out of need. “Why do you love Lyon?”
Juvia opened her mouth to answer, but frowned when she realize she didn’t have one. She knew that she loved Lyon, but the why of it wasn’t something she’d considered, she couldn’t even pinpoint when it happened. All she knew was that from the moment she met him she wanted to protect him. Then he started to open up to her, and trust her in ways he’d never trusted anyone else, and somewhere along the way it just happened.
“Not so easy to answer is it?” Silver asked
Juvia shook her head and sighed. Her tears had subsided at some point, and the ache in her heart had eased into a dull throb. Exhaustion swept over her, and she leaned into Silver’s hold. Her head rested against his shoulder and her eyes fluttered closed. If she stood there long enough she wondered if she’d finally pass out.
“Go back to bed sweetie. It’s too early, even for you. Besides, Santa can’t bring you your presents while you’re still awake.”
Juvia’s grip tightened and she pressed her face into his shoulder. He radiated warmth and she knew the absence of it would be yet another thing to keep her awake. “Can’t sleep,” she murmured against his chest.
Silver frowned down at her. “And why not? You’re not still worried about Ur, are you?”
“No,” Juvia said and shook her head.
“Gray then?”
Juvia stiffened and jerked her head back to look up at him. “How did you-“
“Please, I’m hardly stupid,” Silver said, sounding rather affronted. “I may have been defending the two of you from Ur, but that doesn’t mean I’ve missed the way you two keep looking at each other.”
Juvia blushed and averted her gaze. Had she really been that obvious?
“Come on, let’s go make you a cup of tea, and see if I can’t sort out whatever mess you two have gotten yourselves into,” Silver said and ushered her towards the kitchen.
Juvia allowed him to guide her, while she debated whether or not it was a good idea to even talk to Silver about this. Gray was his son, so was likely to be a least a little bias. Also he seemed to be under the same impression she had been, the one where Gray was interested, which she was starting to think, might be a false assumption on everyone’s part.
She climbed onto one of the stools as Silver strode towards the counter. She sat in silence, contemplating what to say as she listened to the rush of water, and then the click of the kettle being turned on.
Silver turned back towards her and leaned back against the counter, arms folded across his chest. “So, why are you losing sleep over my kid?”
Juvia bit her lower lip and let her fingers trace random patterns over the marble. “I don’t know. It’s… complicated I guess?”
“Complicated?” Silver asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It's, well- One minute he’s flirting, or being sweet, and just as I think things are getting-“ Juvia waved her hand as she struggled to find a word that fit. Her fingers curled in frustration “somewhere, he pulls away.”
“So he’s freezing you out?”
Juvia sighed and rest her chin on her upturned palm. “Sort of? I mean, not all the time, just when things seem to be going somewhere between us.”
“Things?” Silver’s lips curled into a devilish smile.
“Like kissing,” Juvia said, hastily waving her hands in front of her face. Heat burned across her cheeks and she knew she’d gone beet red.
Silver gave her a knowing look. “Uh huh.”
“Just kissing,” she insisted. “I swear.”
Her heart hammered and she averted her gaze. This must have been where Lyon got his habit of teasing from.
“You’ll forgive me if I find that a little hard to believe,” Silver said.
The kettle clicked. He turned and fished a mug out of the cupboard, then grabbed a tea bag from the jar on the counter. He dropped it into the cup.
Steam billowed up from the kettle as he poured the water. Juvia watched and her cheeks cooled now that his gaze was no longer fixed on her. Her lips tipped downwards, as she thought about how he’d practically run from her last night. Her heart squeezed. What was she doing wrong?
The mug clinked as Silver set it down in front of her. His brow furrowed as he took in her slumped shoulders and sad eyes. “Or not. He really hasn’t made a move?”
“Really.”
“Well,” Silver said, settling onto the stool beside her. “Maybe he’s trying not to upset Ur.”
Juvia hummed, and wrapped her hands around the mug, letting the heat seep through the ceramic and sting her skin. “That’s what Lyon said.”
“But you don’t think so?”
Juvia shrugged and hunched forward. She blew at the tea, watching as the steam dissipated then rose again. She raised her gaze to look up at him. “Dunno. If that was the case, why not just tell me? It’s like he’s afraid to be alone with me.”
Silver snorted, and Juvia frowned at him. She had no idea what he could possibly think was funny about this.
“Sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t laugh, but it’s a very Gray thing to do.” Silver smothered another chuckle behind his hand, and shook his head. “Boy’s got zero emotional intelligence. He assumes everyone around him comes to the same conclusions he does, and he never stops to consider that he might need to explain himself. You should just tell him how you feel.”
Juvia tried not to let her frustration show. She wasn’t the one who was acting weird, and it frustrated her that she needed to put herself out even further than she already had to get an explanation from him. She was the one who’d kissed him, she was the one who put it all out there and admitted that she wanted to kiss him back on Wednesday. Gray knew where she stood. She shouldn’t need to ask.
Silver sighed and his hand landed over top of hers. “You can also give it some time. Ur’s settling down, and I’m sure in a day or two he’ll realize the storm has passed. Once he knows it’s safe I’m sure he’ll be all over you.”
Juvia blushed at the mental image and muttered “I don’t know about all over me.”
Silver scoffed. “I know my kid. But either way, he already cares about you. Gray would never spend the night sleeping on that couch when he could sleep in his own bed.” Silver fixed her with a meaningful look. “He’s also never been the cuddling type, or the listening type.”
Juvia bit her lip as it tried to twitch into a smile. “So I’ve been told.”
“It means you’re special to him.”
Juvia’s heart lurched, and she stared at Silver, wide-eyed. Her heart thundered against her chest as she took a sip of her tea.
“Which is good, ‘cause I was looking forward to having you as a daughter-in-law.”
Juvia’s throat and nose burned as she choked on her tea. She sputtered and coughed, trying to clear her throat, and her eyes watered as she did. Liquid dripped from her nose and she hastily wiped it away with the napkin Silver handed to her, before continuing to cough.
She sucked in a breath and managed to croak. “You were?”
“Of course!” Silver said and patted her on the back.
She finally managed to stop choking. She wanted to take another sip of her tea, but she held off, worried Silver would say something else.
“I mean, initially I figured you’d marry Lyon, but then I saw you and Gray sleeping on the couch and well…. I’m glad he’s gay. Makes me feel less guilty for rooting for Gray,” Silver confessed.
“You were rooting for him?” Juvia asked. “Even though I was with Lyon?”
“He’s my son,” Silver said, shooting her a guilty look. “I mean, I know Lyon is too, but…. I just want Gray to be happy.”
Juvia stared down at her tea, deep in thought. Her finger traced the handle on the mug. “Me too.”
Lyon sipped his coffee, a small smile playing on his lips, as he stacked the gifts from his stocking into a pile, and hummed along to the Christmas carols. He’d gotten a good haul this year.
Juvia sat on the floor below him. Her shoulder brushed against his dangling leg, where she was propped against the couch. Her tea sat, untouched, on the coffee table, and her gifts had all been step aside. Her new stocking was in her hand and her fingers traced the the embroidery.
Lyon had to admit, it was pretty. He glanced sideways at Ur and caught her eye, sending her a small smile.
She smiled back and puffed up a little with pride. Apparently, they’d had a moment together this morning that involved a very tearful Juvia, and a few hugs. Neither had gone into details, but they’d been civil and talking so far, so he took it as a good sign, even if he still felt a bit protective of Juvia.
A loud smack, drew everyone’s attention to Silver, who was seated on the chair by the window, to the left of the tree. “Alright, enough lollygagging, time for presents!”
Silver grinned down at Gray, who was sitting by the tree, covered in mounds of wrapping paper and gifts. A Santa hat hung from his head.
“Start handing ‘em out kid,” Silver said.
Gray rolled his eyes, but the wide grin on his face gave him away as he started fishing presents out from under the tree.
Once it had been Lyon’s job, but, during high school, Ur’d insisted they share the position. He’d resented Gray for it at the time, but when Gray’d asked him if he wanted to hand out presents today Lyon declined. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but Gray had taken over a lot in the last few years, and it felt unfair to take it all back after having abandoned it.
That, and perhaps he’d felt a little guilty for fighting so hard not to share the position as a kid.
“Come on, hurry it up Gray,” Ultear jeered, grinning down at him from where she reclined on the far end of the couch.
“Yeah, yeah. Keep your pants on,” Gray said, as he handed the first gift to her. “That one’s for mom.”
Ultear snorted. “You should take your own advice.”
Gray’s expression soured, as Silver and Lyon erupted into laughter. Juvia muffled her giggles behind her hand, and Ultear flashed Gray a wicked grin, clearly pleased with herself.
“Very funny,” Gray said, and sneered back at Ultear. “Do you want your presents or not?”
It wasn’t much of a threat, but it was enough to get everyone to try and reign in their laughter, as Gray reached under the tree to haul out another present and pass it off.
Juvia glanced up at Lyon as he handed her her first present. “Do I open this now, or?”
“Nah, we usually wait until all the presents are divvied out, then open them all together. Takes less time,” Lyon explained.
Juvia, nodded and placed the present down in front of her, and stacked the next one on top of it when Lyon handed it to her.
Lyon stacked his own presents on the side table behind him, then smirked as Ur handed him the small gift bag that contained his gift to Juvia. Instead of handing it to her he reached out and set it on the coffee table next to her tea. “You gotta save that one for the end.”
She quirked her head to the side and frowned. “Why?”
Lyon smirked. “Cause I want to see your face when you open it.”
She eyed him suspiciously, but didn’t protest.
A few more presents were past their way, before the tree was empty.
“This is the last one,” Gray announced as he shifted out from under the tree, holding the last present. He glanced down at the tag. “To Mom, from Ultear. Course you’d be the one to stick it all the way under the back of the tree.”
“Just trying to make it look more full,” Ultear replied.
“Sure,” Gray muttered and crawled forward to pass the gift straight to Ur.
“Alright, let’s open these babies,” Silver cheered, plucking the smallest item from his pile. He smiled as his fiddled with it. “Feels like a book to me.” He glanced over at Juvia and flashed her a blinding smile.
Juvia smiled back, and she fidgeted with the wrapping paper on the gift in her hand as she watched him unwrap the gift.
“Haha! I was right,” Silver crowed, holding the book aloft. “A cook book!”
“Not just any cookbook,” Lyon said, as he nudged Juvia with his knee.
Her cheeks flushed, as Silver cocked his head at her. She averted her gaze, but a small smile played on her lips. “It’s the same version of cookbook my adopted father used to teach me, he gave it to me when he sent me back. It’s where I got the chili recipe from.”
Silver gaped at her. He glanced down at the book and gingerly ran his hand over the cover. When he glanced back up at her his eyes were glazed over. “That’s a beautiful thing to get me sweetheart. Come on, get over here! I demand a hug for that.”
Juvia blushed but did as she was bid, climbing up and over the gifts and piles of paper for the hug.
Gray smiled at them fondly, a look of pride on his face, and Ur was watching them as well. Her hand caught Juvia’s as Juvia returned to her gifts. Juvia stopped, and stared down at Ur like a deer caught in headlights.
“That was very sweet of you,” Ur said.
Juvia blushed and bit her lip. Her eyes darted back to Silver, who was already tearing open Gray’s gift. “He reminds me of him. The good parts.”
Ur squeezed her hand, and smiled at Juvia. “Good.”
Juvia sat back down, wiping the tears from her eyes as she did.
Lyon reached down and gave her shoulder a squeeze and Juvia glanced up at him and placed her hand over his. He could read the thank you in her eyes, even though she didn’t say it out loud. “Open your presents, we’re falling behind.”
Juvia giggled, and carefully began to peel off the wrapping paper.
“Just rip it off,” Lyon said exasperatedly.
“No.” Juvia glowered at him. “I wanna save the paper.”
Lyon rolled his eyes at her and tore a large strip from his own gift. His eyes lit up and a grin split across his face as he stared down at the cover of Phantom of the Opera’s dvd case. “Tear have I told you I love you lately?”
“Mmm, probably, but I can’t remember, so feel free to remind me,” Ultear said.
“I love you, very much,” Lyon said as he tore the rest of the paper off and tossed it at Juvia, to annoy her.
Ultear smirked, and held up the book he'd picked out for her. “Love you too, and Juvia since I'm sure this is her doing.”
“Totally not,” Lyon said. “I picked it out myself.”
Gray scoffed. “I thought Chelia picked it out for you.”
Lyon puffed out his cheeks and glowered at Gray. “Nobody asked you.”
“Just trying to keep you honest,” Gray replied with a smirk.
Ultear laughed at Lyon. “Sounds like quite the team effort. I'm touched.”
“Yeah, well, it was that or a cheap bottle of wine, so stop giving me such a hard time about it.” Lyon crossed his arms over his chest dramatically and put on his best pout.
“You're such a drama queen,” Ultear teased.
Lyon shot her a haughty look. “Absolutely, and queens demand respect.” He snapped his fingers at her.
“Forgive us queen Lyon, for questioning your royal authority,” Juvia said her voice twisted into a horrible attempt at an English accent. She leaned back and stared up at him with a playful grin. “But if it would please your grace, you should return to opening your many offerings for you are holding up the process.”
Lyon snorted and nudged her with his leg, as the rest of the room erupted in laughter.
“You tell him girl,” Ultear jeered.
“Yeah, yeah, focus on your own pile ya saucy little brat.”
Juvia stuck her tongue out at him before turning back to her gifts, and Lyon reached for the next on in his pile.
The rest of the gifts were open without too much preamble. Thank yous and you’re welcomes were exchanged, along with the general fanfare of excitement over items. It wasn’t until Juvia reached for his gift atop the coffee table, that Lyon found himself getting excited.
She fished out the card and carefully started to pry open the envelope.
He set his gifts aside and leaned over her shoulder. “Remember, when I bought that you were supposed to be my girlfriend.”
Juvia frowned and cocked her head at him, and he flashed he a wicked grin. She eyed him warily and set aside the card instead of opening it, and dug through the tissue paper to pull out a small wrapped box that fit in the palm of her hand and paled.
“You didn’t.” She turned to him in wide-eyed panic. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
Lyon shrugged. “Open it.”
Juvia did. Her hands shook as she peeled off the wrapping paper, revealing a small velvet case. She glanced up at him with furrowed brows and questioning eyes. He nodded encouragingly, and fought back his smile. He knew what she was expecting.
He glanced around the room and realized all eyes were on them. The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for Juvia to open the box.
She continued to stare at it, and made no move to open it, so Lyon reached out and plucked it from her hand. He turned it to face her and pried the lid up to reveal the small sapphire earrings he’d bought her.
“You-“ Juvia glared at him and swatted his arm. “You’re such an asshole.”
Lyon burst out laughing. “You don’t like them then?”
“Them?” Ur asked, peering over his shoulder to catch a glimpse at the gift.
Ultear lunged forward and snatched the box from his hand. “Oh thank god, it’s earrings.”
There was a collective sigh of relief, and Silver laughed and clapped his hand on his knee.
Ur glared at Silver. “That wasn’t funny. I nearly had heart failure, I thought he was intending a fake proposal.”
“I thought about it.” Lyon flashed her a wicked grin.
Juvia smacked on the arm again and this time he flinched and rubbed the spot. He turned and pouted at her. “Oh come on, if you saw the look on your faces you would have found it funny too.”
“Not likely,” Juvia scoffed.
“I don’t find it particularly funny either,” Ur scolded.
“It’s a little funny,” Ultear said, and she handed Juvia back the box.
Juvia took it and frowned down at the earrings. She sighed and met Lyon’s gaze. “They’re beautiful, but I can’t accept these.” She shut the box and held it out to him.
Lyon pushed her hand back. “Yes you can.”
“Lyon-“
“Don’t start. They weren’t that expensive, and I’ve dragged you through a ton of shit this week and you never abandoned me. It’s the least I can do.”
Juvia’s shoulders sagged, and she gave him a forlorn look. “But-“
“No buts!” Lyon shook his head at her. “Can you just say thank you and hug me?”
Juvia blushed and averted her gaze. She bit her lower lip and muttered, “Thank you.”
Lyon smiled and held his arms out for her.
She hesitated, but eventually rose onto her knees and leaned in for a hug.
When she pulled away Gray was standing next to them. He shuffled around and scratched the back of his neck, before thrusting a envelope at Lyon.
Lyon stared at it, then glanced up at Gray in confusion. “What’s this?”
“It’s your gift, what else would it be?” Gray said with a frown.
“But we don’t exchange gifts,” Lyon said.
His heart hammered in his chest and he continued to frown at the envelope. There was a certain level of mistrust towards the gift, but guilt tugged at his heart as well. He hadn’t gotten Gray anything.
“Yeah, well, it was kinda pointed out that maybe we should start.” Gray’s eyes darted down to Juvia then then away. His cheeks reddened. “And that if I want things to change between us, I’m gonna have to be sincere about that and do nice things without actually expecting anything for it.”
Lyon reached for the envelope tentatively, and took it from Gray. His mind whispered warnings, that this was some sort of prank and not to get his hopes up, but his heart hammered excitedly against his chest none the less. He carefully ripped along the top of the envelope and pulled four tickets from it.
Chicago was printed in bold letters at the top, and Lyon’s heart halted. He scanned the rest of the ticket with his heart lodged in his throat, then looked up at Gray in shock. “How did you-“
“Mered got ‘em for me,” Gray said and shrugged. “They’re supposed to be pretty good seats.”
“Good, they’re for March Break, and I grabbed four, since I figured you might bring Juvia with you, and you’d want to take Mered too. You can take whoever you want as your fourth,” Gray rambled.
Lyon nodded and stared back at the tickets. This was by far the nicest thing Gray had ever done for him. It felt like acceptance, or an apology for all the years of giving Lyon a hard time about being in drama clubs and theatre. “I know it’s not really your thing, but if you wanted-“
“Really?” Gray looked down at him hopefully.
“Yeah, for sure.” Lyon said. A smile tugged at his lips. “And thanks.”
Gray’s lips twitched up into a smile as well. “You’re welcome.”
Juvia yawned and rubbed her eyes, as the credits on screen started to blur. She was forced to sit up as Lyon shifted beneath her, stretching his arms and arching his back.
“Okay, I need to head to bed. Unlike the two of you, I have no intention of looking like a haggard troll tomorrow due to lack of sleep,” Lyon said. He nudged Juvia, pushing her to shift forward so he could sit up from where they’d been cuddling on the couch.
Gray rolled his eyes and twisted himself so that he could face them from the love seat. “Pretty sure you wind up looking like one anyways; otherwise you wouldn’t need to spend over an hour hogging the bathroom every morning.”
“Beauty is an art form that can’t be rushed,” Lyon sneered. “You’re just hating because you couldn’t look this good if you had a whole day to try.”
“Oh yeah, that must be it,” Gray said.
“Seriously, you’d need half a bottle of concealer to hide those bags you’ve got under your eyes.”
Gray’s mouth twisted into a thin line and his nose scrunched up in disdain.
Juvia hid her giggles behind her hand, finding the expression kind of adorable. She didn’t dare admit Lyon was right. Not when she knew her own eyes looked like they belonged to a raccoon.
“You know,” Lyon said, using his haughty, I know better than you, tone of voice, “If you started putting some Vaseline under your eyes and actually aimed to get more than six hours sleep a night, you could clear them up pretty quick.”
“Sounds like a lotta work,” Gray said.
Lyon sighed and waved his hand dismissively as he headed for the stairs. “Don’t say I didn’t try to warn you when your youth finally gives out and you end up an ugly saggy eyed old man.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Gray said.
Lyon stopped in the door and turned to Juvia. “Try not to let him keep you up all night.”
“No promises,” Juvia shot back with a smile.
“Hopeless, both of you,” Lyon lamented with a shake of his head.
“Good night Lyon,” Juvia singsonged.
He rolled his eyes at her and turned to the stairs, raising his hand in acknowledgement. “Night you two.”
“See you in the morning,” Gray called out, as he leaned forward precariously to snatch the remote from the coffee table. He grabbed a hold of the edge, using it to prop himself up. He had to push off against it once he had the remote to avoid face planting into the floor.
Juvia watched him in silence, enjoying the way the light played off his muscles. His eyes caught hers, but she was too tired to care about being caught staring.
Gray blushed and averted his gaze. “Uh, so….” His fingers drummed against the couch.
“Another movie?” Juvia offered. Tired as she was, this was the first time she’d been alone with Gray since Saturday and she didn’t know if she could handle him running off on her again.
Gray kept his gaze averted, and he scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know-“
“Oh, come on,” Juvia groused, exasperation getting the better of her. She took a breath to reel in her frustration, and tried to keep her tone light and teasing. “One more movie isn’t gonna kill you right? Or are you worried about what Lyon said?”
“Pfft, that’s hardly something I’ve ever had to worry about, but I do have hockey practice tomorrow,” Gray said.
Juvia frowned and bit down on her agitation. Her hand gripped the couch cushion, and her nails bit into the fabric. Of course he had hockey tomorrow, yet another excuse to avoid having to be alone with her.
“Right,” she bit out, and turned her back to him and flopped back down onto the couch. “Well night then.”
Gray sighed. “I didn’t say I was going to bed, just pointing out I need to be up early and so another movie’s not the best idea.”
A flicker of hope sparked in Juvia’s chest. She glanced back over her shoulder at him. “You thinking a show then?”
“Actually, I was wondering if we could talk,” Gray said.
“Talk?” Juvia perked up, turning to face him. Maybe Silver had been right and all he needed was a bit of time.
“Uh, yeah,” Gray said, eyeing her nervously. “I mean, we’ve talked a lot about things already, but you also kinda lied about a lot.” Juvia’s smile faltered with his words. “I thought that this would be a good chance to clarify things, you know? Get to know you and all that.”
“Oh.” Juvia couldn’t deny her disappointment, but she told herself that him wanting to get to know her was a good sign. Maybe he needed to clear up some things that were confusing him, and then they'd talk for real.
“We don’t have to if you don’t-“
“I don’t mind,” Juvia cut him off in a rush, not wanting to lose her window of opportunity. “It’ll be good, to clarify things.”
“Right,” Gray licked his lips. “Good.”
Silence fell between them as they stared at each other awkwardly.
“So…” Juvia prompted.
“So?”
“What do you want clarification on?” she asked.
Gray’s brows furrowed in thought, clearly not having expected the question. “Well, everything, I guess.”
“I thought you had to get up for hockey? I’m gonna need a little more direction than that if you plan to sleep tonight.”
Gray laughed, rich and bold and full, and the sound warmed her insides and turned them to jelly, and then he smiled at her and she was pretty sure her heart stopped entirely. “Okay, fair enough. Well, then start at the beginning. Where were you born?”
Juvia answered, and her insides fluttered as he fired off another question, smile still plastered on his lips. She was pretty sure they weren’t going to bed any time soon, but it was okay. The lack of sleep would be worth it if she could spend the rest of her nights talking to him like this.
AN: A drabble request from @chanting-to-u for some Gray, Loke, and Cana Brotp for a coffee shop AU. I added some Gruvia for good measure.
This takes place in the same universe as Sugar, Spice and Ice.
Gray huffed and drummed his fingers against the cover of his sketchbook, as his eyes lingered on Cana’s back.
She'd been chatting with the blue haired barista for a solid five minutes. Giggles and hand gestures had been exchanged, but there was no sign of their drinks being started and Gray found himself growing impatient.
He shifted in his seat, flipped open the sketchbook to a blank page and glanced out the window, hoping to distract himself. He caught sight of Loke’s bright orange hair crossing the street, and raised his hand in greeting.
Loke caught sight of Gray as he hit the curb and waved back. He paused to fix his hair and straighten his suit, then sauntered towards the entrance.
A soft scrape and a thud came from the chair across from Gray as Cana dropped into it. She grinned at Gray, and had a look in her eyes that Gray knew meant she was up to something, and he was about to be dragged into it.
“I get that you wanted to flirt, but I don’t see why I couldn’t have ordered my own coffee,” Gray said, shooting her a look that he hoped would convey he was not interested in her schemes.
Cana waved him off. “I wasn’t flirting. Juv’s straight as a board.” She glanced back towards the barista and wrinkled her nose. “It’s a damn shame though, she’s cute.”
“Then I’m even more confused about why I couldn’t just order.”
“It’s a surprised,” Cana replied, wicked little grin widening.
Gray scowl deepened.
Loke laughed, appearing behind Gray, and clapped a hand on Gray’s shoulder. “Uh oh, you got in the way of his morning cup of coffee?” He slid into the chair on Gray’s right.
Cana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “It’ll be worth it.”
Loke raised a manicured brow at her and Gray glanced back out the window.
“Yeesh, it’s like neither of you trust me,” Cana grumbled.
“With good reason,” Gray countered.
Loke shrugged. “It’s not a lack of trust on my part, I just don’t want to deal with His Grumpiness before he’s been properly caffeinated. Got enough of that when we lived together.”
Cana cackled in response and Gray shot Loke a withering glare. “Remind me again why I hang out with either of you?”
“No idea,” Loke said.
“We don’t really give you much of a choice.” Cana smirked at Gray. “But you’d be bored as hell without us.”
Gray thought about arguing that, or pointing out that he could do with a bit of boring from time to time. Or at least some quiet. There was a time when he used to be able to enjoy mornings like this, walk into a cafe and spend the day sketching and watching the world go by.
Then Cana and Loke found out and made it their mission to join him. He tried to protest, but the words, loner and depression started getting thrown around and rather than have to listen to another lecture about how he was handling his life he relented to their company.
If he was honest, he usually ended up appreciating the company, he just found it hard to remember why when he was being deprived of caffeine.
“Here’s your order.” The blue haired barista announced, and placed three large mugs on the table between them.
Gray’s breath caught as he took in the intricate designs of the foam. A snowflake for him, a fairy for Cana and a lion for Loke. He stared at the drinks then looked up at the girl, then back to the art before him. “You made these?”
She blushed and nodded. “Juvia hopes you like yours. Cana-san said Gray-sama was an artist.”
Heat crept up Gray’s neck at the honourific. Leave it to Cana to bring that up again.
“Uh, yeah. Mostly sculpture, but I like to sketch too.” Gray held up the sketchbook.
Juvia nodded and smile shyly. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the tray she was carrying. “Juvia would love to see some of Gray’s sketches some time.” She worried her lip and glanced away, then her eyes popped open and latched back onto him. “That is if Gray-sama is okay with sharing. Juvia didn’t mean to ass-”
“Sure,” Gray said, cutting her off before she could get much further. He smiled back at her, in an attempt to ease her nerves, only for her to blush harder.
“You should offer to model for him some time,” Loke said, flashing her a charming smile and letting his eyes wander her figure before winking at her. “Pretty girl like you could inspire all sorts of things.”
Gray glared at Loke. Sure he was looking for models, but the way Loke said it made it sound like a whole other kind of invitation.
Cana rolled her eyes. “Ignore him, he’s a pervert,” she said with a dismissive wave, before grinning up at Juvia and grabbing her hand. “But you really should model for Gray. You’d probably have to meet him at his place though, since he doesn’t get out much, but you could make a couple latte’s afterwards and show him how you do your thing. Maybe get to know each other.”
Gray bristled. “Oi! What is this, some kind of setup?” He glared at his friends before sighing and offering Juvia and apologetic look. “Sorry, they think I’m a shut in with no life.”
“You are a shut in with no life,” Cana muttered. She released Juvia, crossed her arms over her chest and glared back at Gray.
“It’s okay,” Juvia said. “Juvia doesn’t mind.” Her eyes eyes widened and she blushed. “That is, Juvia would be happy to model for you, not that she wants to be set up with you. Not that she doesn’t- um, that is-”
Gray couldn’t help but smile at how flustered she was getting. It was kinda cute. She was kinda cute.
Juvia hung her head, her cheeks a brilliant shade of pink. “Juvia is going to go back to work now.”
Gray nodded. “I’ll talk to you later about the modeling, without these two meddlers.”
Juvia looked shocked, then nodded before scurrying back behind the counter, where she was greeted by a pink haired coworker who slung and arm around her shoulder and proceeded to tease her.
Gray felt a bit bad for her, he could definitely relate.
“See, totally worth it,” Cana announced, looking all too proud of herself.
Loke nodded and grinned at Gray. “You should totally do something about that crush she’s got for you too.”
“Preferably before she realizes you’re a train wreck and an asshole.”
Gray rolled his eyes and glanced out the window instead of dignifying either of them with a response. Anything he said at this point would just be used against him. Still, he couldn’t help trying to catch glimpses of Juvia through the reflections on the window, and he didn’t miss the knowing glances Cana and Loke exchanged.
He knew they were right, they knew they were right, but the best thing about them was he never had to say it.
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An: This is for @mickeymouse-911 for the prompt Gruvia - Outlaw AU.
Brick bit into Gray’s fingers and palms as he crouched protectively over Juvia’s huddled up form. He was certain they’d lost them, but fear kept him quiet and still as he listened for any sound of continued persuit.
Juvia’s hot breath fanned his shoulder, but she made no noise and kept perfectly still beneath him.
He counted down from a hundred once, twice, then finally let his muscles uncoil. His gaze dropped to hers and their eyes locked and then he was shifting away and his hands and were running over her body checking for wounds.
“Juvia’s fine Gray-sama,” she whispered, even as she did the same with him.
Gray nodded but continued his own assessment anyways before his hands finally came to rest on her stomach. He drew in a breath and let it out trying to calm his frantic heart rate. “I’m gonna kill that asshole. This job was supposed to be risk free.”
Juvia quirked a brow and cocked her head to the side. “Gray-sama knows there’s no such thing.”
He did. He knew that in their line of work everything had risks, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be minimized. This job was supposed to be as safe as they come, he’d never have taken it otherwise. Not with her.
Anger and frustration welled up in him to replace the fear. “Next time I’m taking someone else.”
Juvia bristled at the statement and glared up at him.
“Don’t. Don’t even try to protest I need my head about me, and I nearly lost it when that asshole shot at you.”
Juvia shoved him off of her and scrambled to her feet. She dusted off the dirt from her clothes and hissed at him. “So what? Juvia is just supposed to sit at home and wait while Gray-sama goes and risks his life? What’s she supposed to do if he doesn’t come home?”
“Better than neither of us coming home. Sides, Erza will make sure you’re looked after.” Gray regretted his choice the minute it left his mouth.
Juvia’s eyes narrowed at him and her mouth was set in a thin line. “Cause that went so well the last time.”
She threw his shirt at him, before turning on her heel and marching off towards their home.
He let it smack him in the face and sighed knowing he’d just lost any chance he had at winning this argument. He tried to figure out the best way to back track as he stood and followed after her.
Their walk back was mostly silent, but as they neared the entrance to their little shack Juvia slowed her pace. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, most of the anger and bitterness having left her. “Why does Gray-sama even need to go on so many jobs?”
Gray sighed, and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her and his hands landed on her stomach again. He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. “Cause we’re having a baby. They tend to get expensive.”
It was mostly true. Though a part of his brain reminded him that he’d been mostly true with her the last time, and that had blown up royally and left this huge gap between them that he was still trying to find a way to fix.
“We can make do with less.”
His left hand found hers and his fingers traced her knuckles, lingering over her ring finger. He thought about the shiny ring on layaway, and about the hurt and fear in her eyes no less than an hour before. They could, but he didn’t want her to have to make do, and he needed her to know he wasn’t going to disappear. Know it and believe it.
“I know,” he whispered against her skin. “I know, but I don’t want that life for the two of you. We’re wanted, and on the run, and that’s tough enough. I just- I know you wanted more than this.”
Juvia turned in his arms and stared up at him. “Juvia may not have chosen this life, but this life brought her to you. She doesn’t regret that, no matter what the cost.”
Gray nodded and pulled her into him. He kissed her forehead. “Only a few more, please. Then we’ll do it your way.”
“Only if Gray-sama promises we’ll do it together.”
Gray nodded, and rubbed her knuckles again. “Together. I promise.”
AN: Sorry this one got angsty. As you can probably tell these aren’t really 5 minute drabbles. More like 20 min, but I’ll keep writing the rest once I’m at work and will post more later. :)
AN: Drabble for @kanarenee, for Lyredy Coffee shop AU. Were Lyon orders cold drinks in the middle of winter and Meredy thinks he’s crazy.
“I’ll take a vanilla bean frappe, low-fat soy milk and half sweetener please,” Lyon said as he fished out his credit card from his wallet.
Meredy noted the absence of gloves on his hands and frowned. “Dude, you’re fucking kidding right?” She stared back at him incredulously. “It’s fifteen below and there’s a foot of snow on the ground.”
Lyon crinkled his nose and frowned at her. “So?”
“So, it’s freezing; and you’re not wearing gloves. Why would you order a cold drink?”
“Because I don’t like hot beverages,” Lyon replied indignantly, he folded his arms across his chest. “And I don’t see what your problem is; it’s not like you have to drink it.”
“I have to make it,” Meredy grumbled.
The black look she got in response had her glancing around just to make sure her boss wasn’t around. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten into it with a customer, and he’d warned her that the next time she’d get written up.
He wasn’t, thank god, but that didn’t mean Lyon couldn’t complain some other time. Juvia wasn’t in either, which was a shame cause Lyon clearly had a soft spot for her and she could have gotten Meredy out of this with ease.
Lyon stared her down, his finger tapping against his arm as he waited.
Meredy bit her lip and averted her gaze trying to think of a way to smooth this over.
“Cute.”
The word was barely a whisper and for a second Meredy thought somehow missed the chime and some cute girl had walked in. Only to look up and find Lyon staring at her with a glazed over look and pink cheeks. Her own cheeks heated in response.
He thought she was cute?
Not knowing what to do or say, Meredy turned away and started making his drink.
Once the blender whirred to life under her fingers she risked a glance back at him. Their eyes met and Lyon whisked his head away, his blush creeping from his cheeks, down his neck and over his ears.
If she was honest, he was cute when flustered.
Most of the time it felt like he was trying too hard to be perfect, from his suave pick up lines to his perfectly plucked eyebrows, to the designer suits that probably cost a fortune to dry clean weekly, everything about Lyon screamed high maintenance perfectionist.
Except every once in awhile he’d get flustered like this and it was like she could see right through him, and she actually found herself liking the person underneath.
She sighed, shook her head and poured the frappe into its cup and returned to the counter.
Lyon reached for it, but she pulled it just out of reach, feeling a bit cheeky and realizing she’d probably be able to get away with it. “Look, order what you want, but at least go buy yourself a pair of gloves. Frostbite will ruin your mani.”
Lyon’s face twisted into a scowl and he snatched the drink from her hand, slammed down his other palm on the counter and then proceeded to storm out the door.
Meredy sighed and wondered if she’d pushed him too far, then caught sight of the five dollar bill on the counter and smiled.
Okay so I decided that since a lot of people loved Someone to Understand and have asked for a sequel, I’d write a mini follow up of it. For @gruvia-bish thanks for the prompt!
“Juvia!” Natsu bellowed, as he bounded into the guild.
Juvia’s head whipped up from where she was seated at an empty table across the guild hall and she broke into a grin at the sight of him. She rose from the bench and met him halfway.
Happy flew straight into her arms and she wrapped him in a warm hug, before beaming up at Natsu. “Good morning Natsu-san, Happy. Juvia is glad to see you both in high spirits!”
Natsu smiled back. “I got a great night sleep last night so I’m feeling good!” He let his eyes scan her face for any lingering signs of exhaustion. She still looked tired, but definitely more rested that the day before.
“So great he dragged me out of bed hours before I wanted to get up, so that we could come have breakfast with you,” Lucy grumbled from behind him.
Natsu offered her a sheepish grin. “I told you, you didn’t have to come.”
Lucy waved a dismissive hand at him. “Like I could sleep through the racket you made.”
“She’s jealous!” Happy teased, as he grinned up at Juvia.
“Am not!”
Juvia grinned at the two of them knowingly.
Natsu could feel his face heat at Happy’s words. “You look better today, less tired.”
Juvia hummed and nodded. “Juvia managed to sleep better last night.”
“Sooo, you wanna join us? It’ll be a while before ice dick shows up but we can keep you company in the meantime.”
Juvia glanced between him and Lucy, considering the offer. She broke into a smile and nodded. “Juvia would like that.”
