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Gray slipped his arms through the holes of his vest, shrugging it over his shoulders as Juvia approached him with a silk blue tie in her hands.
"Is that really necessary?" Gray asked with a frown, eyeing the necktie with distaste.
"Tonight is very important for Gray-sama," Juvia replied softly, slipping the tie around his neck, "so Gray-sama must look his best."
He rolled his eyes, lifting his chin nevertheless. “S’not a big deal,” he muttered as she made a loop and fastened the tie to his collarbone.
Juvia flattened the creases in his vest, a frown tugging her lips before she mustered a bright, cheery smile. “Don’t say that. Tonight Gray-sama will dine with his future wife.”
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youaintgotthefunk:

♥ ♥ ♥

Gray slipped his arms through the holes of his vest, shrugging it over his shoulders as Juvia approached him with a silk blue tie in her hands.

"Is that really necessary?" Gray asked with a frown, eyeing the necktie with distaste.

"Tonight is very important for Gray-sama," Juvia replied softly, slipping the tie around his neck, "so Gray-sama must look his best."

He rolled his eyes, lifting his chin nevertheless. “S’not a big deal,” he muttered as she made a loop and fastened the tie to his collarbone.

Juvia flattened the creases in his vest, a frown tugging her lips before she mustered a bright, cheery smile. “Don’t say that. Tonight Gray-sama will dine with his future wife.”

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Anonymous asked:

Drabble Request : Gray taking care of Juvia because she is sick !

forgottenwhispersxo answered:

Bet you can’t guess what inspired this. ;D This drabble is based on the idea of Gray and Juvia having to fight with Silver. I’m sure you’ve seen the millions of headcanons about Juvia getting injured hahaha. I kind of switched out sick for injured, but hey, it’s technically the same thing.

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How could he have been so careless?

He could still see it; still see her form as it crashed into the ground. The way her eyes became lost and empty. He could still see crimson as it slipped between the gaps of his fingers, the warm liquid painting every crevice of his palm. He truly thought he’d lost her, that Juvia would join the pile of bodies sitting at his feet.

How lucky he’d been.

"Gray-Sama, what are you looking at?"

Juvia’s voice pulled Gray free of his thoughts, the ice mage startled into a sitting position by the bed. Her eyes met with his, renewed with life, and the smallest of smiles brightened her features. He could see her fidgeting beneath the blankets, her elbows propped up against the bed in her attempt at rising.

He wasn’t having it.

Pushing her down onto her back, Gray studied her disapproving expression before heaving a sigh. He’d told her time and time again not to move. Wendy’s magic could stop but a fraction of the pain driving Juvia into madness, the pain that summoned screams from the darkest corners of her mind. She’d given everything to protect him. And yet, somehow, despite the odds, her life hadn’t been lost. Somewhere along the way fate had given Gray reprieve from his damnable existence. Juvia had been spared.

“Don’t move!”

She frowned.

“But Juvia is tired of being stuck here. Aren’t you tired of sitting here all day?”

Gray slept by her side, ate by her side, existed by her side. It had always been that way; he’d just never seen it before. Why would he want to leave her now? And in such a state. He removed the cold cloth from her forehead, dropping it into the tub of warm water beside him.  

“Hey, Juvia…”

Her eyes met his, dark pools pulling him deep into their warmth. Setting the warm cloth against her skin, Gray noted the way her cheeks turned a light shade of pink when his fingers brushed her skin. Even now she cared only about him and his presence. She was so easy to read, and yet Gray had always been so oblivious.

“What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment, shifting one hand to hold onto hers.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

She shook her head. He could feel tears growing in the corners of his eyes. He’d held it in for so long, the shock, the heartache. Four days she’d been unconscious, four days he’d wondered if he’d ever see her smile again. If she’d ever call his name again, bake him absurdly decorated bread again, would she pick a fight with Lucy again?

“Juvia can’t make that promise,” she breathed, rising to full height before Gray could protest. The damp cloth fell into her lap and both hands lifted to capture his face. “I’ll never be able to stand by and watch someone hurt you. Juvia’s strength exists within her heart, without Gray-Sama, Juvia would lose the warmth that drives her forward. No matter what, even if you say no, I will always rush to your side.”

The tears finally hit his cheeks, his face drawing closer to hers. He pulled her hands from his face, lacing their fingers together against his chest.

“Gray-Sama?” She questioned, a deep shade of red painting her cheeks when his lips neared her own, “What are you doing?”

 “Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

Just like that his lips met with hers, erasing for just one moment all sense of doubt. Next time he would definitely… no, there wouldn’t be a next time.

Gray would never let anyone harm Juvia again.