Excitement rushed through Juvia’s veins as she strolled towards her apartment, the streets of Fiore bringing her comfort as she waved at grinning vendors.
Their mission was a long one – two months and three days to be exact. Originally, it was only supposed to be 3 weeks at most, but because of certain circumstances, it ended up being much longer. They barely escaped a surprise ambush… and if Gajeel hadn’t by her side, it could have turned real ugly.
Sighing at her own darkening thoughts, a small smile graced Juvia’s lips as the familiar structure of her apartment came into view.
She was finally home.
A breathy sigh escaped the water mage as she approached the front door, placing her palm and forehead on the cool surface.
She missed this. Missed her home.
Missed Gray – who she was excited to see later tonight.
Did he miss her?
Turning the metal doorknob, Juvia entered the darkening complex, the familiar smell of pine and rain filling her nostrils. As she walked through the dusty house, her sapphire blue eyes landed on the ticking grandfather clock that stood stubbornly in her living room.
She had five hours, which gave her more than enough time to get ready. Stripping off her sweaty shirt and throwing it in a random direction, Juvia grabbed her bathrobe as she made her way toward her bathroom.
Thank goodness Gajeel refused to let her sleep in this morning, or they would have never made it back in time. Though, if Juvia was being honest with herself, she hadn’t seen Gajeel so excited to come back home before. When she asked him about it with a raised brow, the Iron Dragon Slayer flushed to the tips of his ears and mumbled something about shrimps.
She’d bet money that a certain script mage was at fault for his questionable behaviour – God knows Gajeel has had eyes on the petite woman ever since he first set foot in Fairy Tail. The last thing Gajeel ever expected was the short, innocent mage to give him attitude. Juvia was almost certain she could pinpoint the moment Gajeel fell head over heels in love. He’s been beating around the bush ever since, too nervous to make a move.
Maybe he’d do it during the festival.
After this week, they’d been to hell and back together, and they were both restless for a well-needed break. Juvia craned her neck. She’d been so focused on their mission that she completely forgot about it – the 1st Annual Fiore Guild Festival, which was set to last all week.
She sure as hell needed to unwind, and the celebration was a perfect solution.
Shortly after the Grand Magic Games fiasco, Makarov and the other Guild masters in Fiore decided to strengthen all guild relations by throwing a huge festival every year, guild members only. Of course, Fairy Tail jumped at the chance to host the very first one.
Which happened to be tonight.
She really needed to get ready.
Grabbing her IPod, Juvia scrolled through her music list, picked a song at random and stepped into her shower.
Dancing around her room with a small towel wrapped around her body with a hairbrush clutched around one hand, Juvia sang out the tunes of Meghan Trainor’s Dear Future Husband. Shaking her hips as she strutted towards her full-length mirror, Juvia twirled as she threw one hand up in the air, laughing giddily.
Music never failed to put her in a fantastic mood.
The smaller towel that was tightly wrapped around her hair fell to the ground in a heap as she continued to dance around her room. Juvia watched herself in the mirror and grinned as she swayed her shoulders, pondering what to do with the bird’s nest that she called her hair.
Something different for sure…
As Juvia finished the final touches of her makeup, a small smile graced her lips. After a well needed power nap and two hours worth of makeup applications, she was finally ready.
She had to admit, she didn’t look half bad. Her typical wavy blue hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her bangs resting neatly on her forehead. It was a different look, one that she never bothered trying after she overheard Gray mentioning how he preferred women with their hair down to Natsu… but Juvia decided that she’d try a different look tonight.
As she twirled towards her closet, Juvia eyed her wardrobe.
What do wear, what to wear…
Finally deciding on a black mini dress, Juvia slipped the material up her hourglass body, glancing at the mirror.
Not too shabby.
The skin- tight dress hugged her hips, showing off her curvaceous figure. If Juvia was being honest, the dress didn’t leave anything to the imagination, including her D-cup breasts.
Juvia knew she wasn’t a petite woman like Levy, but she didn’t mind being bigger than most women.
Growing up, Juvia had always been embarrassed about her body – boys would mock her for being more, ehem, well-stacked than other girls.
Once those boys hit puberty, their opinions sure as hell changed.
However, now as a twenty-two-year-old woman, Juvia learned to embrace her figure, self-consciousness fading away after receiving many appreciative glimpses from men and jealous glares from women.
The dress was expensive – around $250, but Juvia didn’t dress to impress for nothing. Tonight, she was determined to make Gray’s jaw drop. The new, Juvia 3.0 was finally ready to knock Gray’s pants off, literally or figuratively – either one was perfectly fine with her.
After years of pining and pining after Gray, tonight she decided that she’s going to try something new – none of the passive-aggressive crap that she’s attempted, and failed miserably over the years.
Her lips curled. Well, besides that body pillow of herself she gave Gray as an apology… that was rather bold, even for her.
With a shrug of her shoulders and one last glance in the mirror, Juvia nodded to herself and left her apartment.
Juvia felt her heart speed up as she walked through the entrance of the guild hall, anticipation coursing through her body. The guild hall hummed with excitement as her sapphire blue eyes scanned the area, her painted lips parting in shock.
It was gorgeous.
Dimly lit candles floated in the middle of circular white tables, creating a romantic, yet comfortable atmosphere. Soft music played in the background as a DJ nodded stupidly at a smiling Mirajane who winked in Juvia’s direction.
Juvia snorted quietly to herself.
Leave it to Mirajane to turn the first night into a perfect romantic getaway, not that Juvia was complaining. As she walked through the beautiful display of decorations and lights, a man with silver hair caught her attention from across the ballroom.
“Lyon!” Juvia called, excited. The mage in question turned around, a scowl on his face until his steel blue eyes landed on hers. His face lit up in shock as his eyes raked appreciatively over her figure. Now grinning, the silver-haired man straightened his posture and mouthed something to her.
Lyon, apparently deciding to take things into his own hands at Juvia’s stumped expression, hurriedly walked toward the water mage, his long strides allowing him to get to her in seconds.
Despite the long-time crush Juvia’s always had on Gray, she’d be stupid to deny that this man was nothing short of drop dead gorgeous. With broad shoulders, a dark blue suit to match, and long, slim legs, Juvia could only wonder why someone hadn’t snagged him yet. Hell, even she knew about the amazing six pack that laid underneath that tight-fitting suit. As Lyon’s steel blue eyes met hers, he gave her a slightly crooked grin as he stopped in front of her, his cheeks taking on an alarming shade of red as he scanned her up and down for the second time that night.
But if Lyon could look that good, Juvia could only imagine what Gray looked like tonight. Another rush of excitement sparked through her body as she looked behind her, soft blue eyes searching for a dark haired, (most likely) shirtless, male.
She was quickly brought out of her daydream as cool calloused hands grabbed a hold of her own. Her surprise swiftly changed into nervousness as Lyon took a step closer in her direction, their bodies just inches apart.
“You look absolutely stunning tonight Juvia,” Lyon remarked shamelessly, slowly bringing one hand to his mouth as he brushed his lips along her knuckles.
Juvia froze in shock.
Seemingly undeterred, Lyon brought his eyes up to hers again. “Absolutely beautiful,” Lyon murmured, his warm breath causing a trail of goosebumps to shoot up her arm.
Why did she think it was a good idea to wear a such a revealing dress?
Juvia could feel perspiration build from under her bangs as she slipped her hands away from Lyon’s, chuckling to mask her nervousness and surprise.
He’s never been this bold before.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Juvia commented, choosing to give him a wide smile instead of hightailing it out of the guild hall.
He was making her jittery – and judging by the amused expression on Lyon’s face, he knew it too.
When did he get so smooth?!
Juvia may not have feelings for the gorgeous ice mage, but she is a female with hormones, dammit. And, despite her boldness with Gray, she becomes quite nervous by romantic gestures.
“Just what in the hell was that Lyon?” a male voice growled from behind her, causing Juvia to jump with surprise.
“Gray!” Juvia squealed in delight, immediately launching herself into his arms. “Juvia missed you so much!”
To be honest, Gray could smell like an ape and she’d still be okay with that.
Well, for now at least.
He can shower later.
Behind her, Lyon’s face darkened as Grey shot the ice mage a triumphant look.
Stepping away from Gray, Juvia turned back towards Lyon, completely missing the clenched jaws as she spotted Lucy and Natsu laughing at each other two tables away. Before she could give an excited wave, Juvia heard Lyon snarl lowly.
Her eyes widened.
Gray and Lyon were inches apart from each other, fists clenched, looking ready to rumble.
Gray was the first to speak.
“Stay away from her Lyon,” he spat, a vein visibly throbbing on his neck.
“She’s not yours!” Lyon shot back, body shaking with rage. He lifted his chin up, and then snickered at his foster brother. “What am I even saying?” Lyon taunted. “Like that’s ever gonna happen with you pussyfooting around all those other women you’re with. Like she’d want to be with you after hearing about that.”
The next thing Juvia knew, Gray launched himself at his brother, bringing his fist towards Lyon’s face, who nimbly dodged and swung back towards Grays cheek.
Just what in the hell is going on?
As Gray took a punch to the stomach, he let out a low growl. “I told you before, it’s not like that!” He snarled.
More rage filled Lyon as he grabbed Gray by the shoulders and pinned him to the floor.
Ice began to appear from the ground as the two snarled at each other.
“You’re such an asshole! She’s not going to wait for you forever Gray!” Lyon roared. “Fuck! You don’t even know what you’re missing!”
“You don’t know anything about her!” Gray screamed back.
Just as Lyon raised his fist for another punch, his eyes locked with Juvia’s, face paling.
Obviously taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Gray’s fist landed hard on Lyon’s cheek, the momentum throwing the other male hard to the ground.
Why wasn’t anyone stopping this? As Juvia looked around, onlookers stared back at her with bored expressions.
To hell with this.
Marching towards the two males, Juvia placed her hands on her hips as the two males locked eyes on her.
“Just what the hell is going on here!” Juvia demanded. Gray looked at his feet as Lyon continued to stare at her.
Neither male answered, which caused the blue haired woman to throw her hands into the air in exasperation.
Lyon was the first to get up, shooting ice-ridden handcuffs to Grays wrists before he stood in front of her yet again. He grabbed Juvia’s hands and looked at her earnestly.
“I want you to know Juvia,” Lyon pleaded as Gray swore loudly behind him. “He will never love you like I do. Remember that.”
Juvia could only nod – completely mute, as he gave her his crooked smile, the doors whooshing as he walked out the emergency exit.
“Dammit Lyon!” Gray roared, wiping his swollen lip, successfully out of the restraints. “We’re not done yet!” His ice-cold eyes shifted to Juvia and then softened slightly at her concerned expression.
“I’ll be back,” he said gruffly, following Lyon out the doors.
What the hell just happened?
Juvia stood there dumbly as a waiter approached her.
“Would like some wine?”
Juvia eyed the waiter gratefully as she gave the man a small smile.
“I’d love some.”
Just where in the heck did he go?
After Gray hightailed it after Lyon, Juvia hadn’t seen the ice mage since.
It’s been two hours since then, and she’s looked just about everywhere in the guild hall. Everyone she’s asked had no idea where the ice mage went, and even Natsu claimed he hadn’t seen Gray since his fight with Lyon.
As Juvia walked by a closed door, an odd sound reached her ears.
Just what was that?
The sound grew louder.
Was that a moan?!
Turning the handle quietly, Juvia froze as her eyes widened in shock, a strangled sound escaping her lips.
There was just no way… she was surely seeing things.
She had to be… right? But, even as she rubbed her eyes, the image of the two people in front of her wouldn’t fade away. She pinched her arm hard, leaving an angry red mark left by her fingers.
Why wasn’t she waking up, dammit?!
There, pressed against the wall, was a red-haired woman and her precious Gray-sama, engaged in a very intense make out session. The redhead moaned as Gray pulled her closer to his bare chest, her hands frantically pulling at his shirt in an effort to take it off.
Ringing echoed through Juvia’s ears, causing her to stumble over her feet.
Gray’s vest was now thrown to the side.
Something slipped through Juvia’s fingers, crashing hard to the floor. Her left foot began to sting.
A guttural groan left Gray’s perfect lips as the redhead smiled into his mouth.
Juvia looked to the floor, which was now covered with red wine and broken glass.
Her foot was bleeding. Numbly, she watched as red liquid seeped from her foot to the floor.
When did she drop her wine?
Forcing herself to look back up, her eyes locked with Gray’s horrified ones, the damn red-head still glued to Gray’s body, looking thoroughly disheveled.
Time seemed to slow down as Juvia watched the panic begin to cross over Gray’s face.
Her gaze moved to the redhead, who licked her lips and gave Juvia a satisfied smirk.
Something in Juvia snapped.
She could feel it in her bones.
Juvia watched as Gray opened his mouth, to explain himself, to apologize.
It didn’t matter.
She interrupted him before he could get a word out.
Gray could only gape at her as Juvia steeled herself and marched towards the couple, her usual soft blue eyes fuming. She planted herself right in front of Gray’s stupidly gorgeous face, ignoring her heart that threatened to beat out of her chest.
She was done.
“Do you know how long Juvia's waited for you to make up your mind?” she seethed. “Do you know how long Juvia's been in love with you?!” Juvia knew her volume was increasing, but she couldn’t find it within herself to care. “You’ve known Juvia's feelings all along!”
The stupid ice mage could only stare at her in shock as confusion crossed over the redhead’s face.
Juvia shook her head in disbelief, and laughed without humour.
“Gray Fullbuster,” Juvia said slowly, angry tears falling onto her chest.
“I’m through with loving you.”