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Take It Off

Gojo Saturo x Iori Utahime Rating: R18 December 31, 2023

AN: On the last day of 2023, I'm posting my first one-shot of my current obsession. This was originally a twitter thread. But it grew to a 6k word one-shot. lol. Here's to hoping to write more gojohime and gruvia in 2024!

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Utahime wasn’t sure how she ended up in his room and her current state. All she remembered was that she was in Tokyo for some important meeting, she and Gojo had a fight – a serious one – not the usual Gojo-was-an-asshole banter. But he was, an asshole to her, that’s why they fought. She walked away from him, not wanting to shed a tear at his stupidity. Yet, the heavens had other plans; they decided to cry for her. She ran for cover but the sudden downpour had already drenched her to her skin. She found temporary refuge under the awning of a coffee shop she didn’t recognize. Utahime didn’t dare go inside. As she waited for the rain to go away, or at least die down to a drizzle, she kept thinking back to their fight. Alas, her mind must have been thinking too much of him that it had conjured the man she wasn’t sure she wanted to see. Yet, so relieved to have been found by him. He brought her back to his apartment and offered to wash and dry her uniform.

She remembered now. That was the reason she was waiting for him in his room, for him to come back with her dry clothes before she traveled back to Kyoto. The same reason she was down in just her underwear, scavenging his closet with something of his she could put on as they waited for her clothes to dry. Something he wouldn’t miss. She found some old, raggedly black T-shirt, three sizes bigger than her figure. It was worn out and definitely, had seen better days but still soft to the skin. And smelled like Gojo. Utahime couldn’t help but take a sniff off the sleeve. His scent always had a reassuring effect on her. A single whiff and Utahime felt calm… safe. Like no matter how bad the situation was, they’ll always make it safe. When it wasn’t enough, she forced what remained of his scent from the collar of the t-shirt into her nostrils. If Gojo were to walk in on her right now, he might be creeped out by the sight of his girlfriend smelling his old, drabby shirt like an addict looking for a fix.

She noticed the print on the front, some parts of it had peeled off, and recognized it as the now-defunct band he liked in High School. One he had pestered her into going to watch the concert. She had reluctantly agreed then even if his taste in music never rubbed off on her. One OK Rock. Utahime never understood his taste in music. She was classical, he was not.

She should take his T-shirt off and return it. He probably didn’t appreciate him going through his things like that. He wouldn’t be happy to see her wearing something important enough to be kept, a treasure tucked at the farthest back of the closet, instead of being thrown out like the other old, worn-out things. But his shirt felt so good to wear for some reason she couldn’t quite explain.

Maybe because they just had a fight.

Maybe because it smelt like him.

Maybe because they hadn’t seen each other for weeks and she quite missed him.

She climbed to his bed, crawling underneath the sheets, letting the soft fabric engulf her, and touch the skin that couldn’t be covered by his large shirt. His lingering scent on the bedding embraced her whole body.

That must be it. She missed him. Missed his scent. Missed his arms around her. Missed his touch on the plane of her body.

But all he gave her was a heated argument after long weeks of not seeing, not embracing, and not touching each other.

Utahime turned her head on his pillow, burying her face in the soft cotton, letting it catch her words meant for Gojo.

“You idiot.”

She jumped right up and whipped her head to the door, almost causing her a whiplash, when she heard it push open.

“It may take a while, Utahime.”

His hair was down, the bandage around his eyes long gone, and replaced by black tinted sunglasses. Suddenly warping Utahime back to their student days when he was an arrogant, bratty teenager. Years later, he still was arrogant and bratty although nothing about him screamed innocent and naïve. But when he took off his blindfold and let his hair down, Utahime was brought back to those days when he was just an annoying kohai and nothing more.

Gojo stopped in the middle of his tracks as he made his way to his bed, when his eyes, all covered by the dark lenses of his specs, landed on Utahime’s figure in the sea of his bed.

“Wh-what are you wearing?”

Utahime could not read his expression. The windows to his soul were still covered by the dark shades. But his tone was harsher than he intended as if Utahime had no right to it. As if her wearing his shirt was a capital offense.

“Oh, this.”

Utahime swung her feet over at the edge of his bed, letting the duvet fall off of her, and stood beside his bed, playing with her fingers a bit anxiously.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask first.”

It only hit her now how much he must have hated it, Utahime going through his things and wearing what probably was one of his favorite shirts without his permission. He was the kind who hated to share, apparently. Even with her. Even if she badly needed it.

She thought he’d understand.

He walked in long, purposeful strides. When he stopped right in front of her, his sudden proximity forced Utahime to tip her chin and look up at him. He was just so damn tall. His shades fell a bit off the bridge of his nose, giving Utahime a glimpse of his blue eyes. But she still couldn’t read his expression. She could only assume that he was mad with what she did as she watched his brow furrow and his jaw clench.

“Take it off.”

Utahime couldn’t believe it at first and thought she just misheard him. But when she considered that Gojo might have said what she thought he said, despite herself, it made sense. It dawned on her that she must have exaggerated her importance to him. Because how could he not allow even this slightest generosity between them?

“I promise to give it back–”

“–take it off, Uta-hime.”

“I… I’m not… wearing a-an-anything underneath.” She confessed in a small voice hoping he would reconsider.

But he didn’t.

“Take it off…”

He wouldn’t.

“or I will.”

His expression had turned dark then and that’s something Utahime recognized.

Cautiously, and with obvious hesitance, Utahime crumpled the hem of Gojo’s black shirt in her fists. She found the act he asked of her too much – too intimate, too daring – too much. Just like him. He waited for her to do as he commanded, she could see it. In the way his breathing became shallow, in the quick rise and fall of his chest. Utahime should be proud that the simplest task of her removing the shirt had that kind of effect on Gojo Satoru, the Strongest Sorcerer of this generation. That she had the power to reduce him to something so simple and so primal – simply a man.

A funny thought crossed her mind. Not funny in a way that it was laughable but more on how it was ironic that in the years that he had teased poor Utahime, she could easily get him back now. She watched sharply as Gojo’s tongue wet his lips, anxiously waiting for a peek of what was hidden underneath the black fabric. Utahime felt like she had grown a foot or so, realizing she had the upper hand now.

So, slowly, as she watched Gojo’s face twitch, and the expensive sunglasses, that protected him from Utahime finding out about the hunger brewing in his blue eyes, sliding down the bridge of his nose, Utahime made a show out of taking his shirt off her.

It was her time to tease the proud sorcerer with how excruciatingly and painfully slow she pulled the shirt up her thighs, passing up her pelvis, teasing some red fabric.

Red and black. That was quite different from what he was used to.

She saw a glimpse of his hands, how they were trembling on either side of him. For a moment, she wished his hands were the ones taking his shirt off of her. But he refused to move and allowed himself to watch only and not touch.

The hem of his black tee now brushed up against her bare stomach. Utahime saw Gojo gasp at that, lips slightly parting to let out some of the tension brewing inside.

Oh, his mouth.

His glorious mouth quivered at the anticipation of seeing her fully naked. His want. His desire for her. To have her. To own her. At that sight, Utahime felt that familiar tugging at the lower part of her belly. By reflex, she tried to suppress it but her body refused. Her body wouldn’t allow her to suppress this delicious feeling. In an act of rebellion, her chest felt tighter and her breasts heavier. Sensitive. So much so that they ached when the soft fabric of the shirt grazed her nipples with the smallest movement.

This was bad. This was so bad for Utahime.

She was losing the game.

She paused at her navel, feeling too exposed now. If she wanted to put a stop to this, to what Gojo was planning with this ‘take-it-off’ nonsense, now’s the best time to do it. Weren’t they just fighting earlier? That was something they needed to settle first before anything. But Gojo wasn’t taking his eyes away from her body, on the skin revealed for him to feast his eyes on.

“Gojo…” she willed him.

His blue eyes flicked back at her brown ones when she paused. Even so, it didn’t break the spell that her movements had on Gojo. When neither of them moved, it became clear to Utahime that the Strongest sorcerer had no plans of putting a stop to this. By extension, she couldn’t either. But in her desire to not let Gojo win, Utahime swiftly pulled the shirt over her head and pressed a shielding arm over her breasts.

That part, at least, she was going to deprive him of as punishment for all the nonsense he put her through, starting from their argument this morning.

But Gojo Saturo was not to be punished.

It almost scared Utahime how the man turned feral. He tackled her to his bed, his sunglasses fell off the floor with a silent thud, and pushed her up to the middle of the mattress. His sunglasses might have cracked at impact but Gojo seemed to not care at all. In a fluid maneuver, Utahime found herself pressed beneath him on his bed, both arms pinned by the wrists, just above her head. She was fully exposed to him, to his eyes – bright, blue and raging – preying on every inch of her body. His blue orbs were absent of that gentleness they held when he made love to Utahime.

The muscles below her stomach contracted at the realization that Gojo wasn’t going to be her lover tonight. He was going to fuck her. Mess her up for what he thought was Utahime’s crime against him. She felt a sudden ache between her legs and tried to relieve it, trying to shut her legs close. She couldn’t. Not when she had a two-hundred-pound flesh of a man squeezed between them.

Utahime squirmed beneath him, willing all her strength to free herself from his hold. Biting down the moans threatened to tumble out of her lips. All caused by that delicious friction between her core brushing up against the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Gojo!” Her voice started strong and authoritative, brown eyes glaring at him, only to be negated wholly by the whimper that managed to escape her mouth. “Uhn.”

He laughed at that. At her.

But before she could scold him, Gojo crashed his lips against Utahime’s – a granite kiss against her velvet lips. All her complaints died in her throat, melted by the lewd noises that took place in their stead. It had been a while since the last time he was this rough on her. Just like the first time they finally gave in to the undeniable attraction between them.

His free hand roamed her body, sliding from her wrist down the length of her arms, the skin on it growing hot and sensitive – inch by inch. But when he reached the arch of her breast, his touch turned urgent. Squeezing her mound as his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. It was driving her crazy. The tension his rough hand kept building inside her had no way of escape. The spark that he had kept fanning with his rough touch and bites threatened to explode inside her unless she could find some way to allay it.

Maybe if he allowed her to touch him. Or if she removed his mouth on hers so she could plead with him.

Gojo was greedy and cruel and selfish.

He would push Utahime to the edge and swiftly retreat before she could dive freely into the depths of her orgasm. He sought the other parts of her body he knew he could ignite but refuse let flourish. Such a spoiled brat. A kid on Christmas, running about excitedly, unsure which gift to open first.

He was always like that, with every reunion – planned or not. Both of them actually, throwing themselves at each other, letting the months they spent apart and the lustful voracity it cultivated fumble their hands all over, desperately unwrapping each other. This time, however, Utahime was bereft of any control. The Utahime before his scrutinizing eyes was a fully unwrapped present, one Gojo could not wait to indulge himself with.

He removed his mouth from hers, too abruptly in her opinion, and freed her wrists from his grip. He gave Utahime a window to catch her breath, only the slightest generosity he allowed her. Then crawled backwards to position his mouth at her center. Leveled his lips over the red lace that hung low on her hips, which Gojo was ready to rip apart along with the most special reward that hid beneath it – his first meal of the day.

He licked and lapped and slurped, sucking with an open mouth over the fabric of her underwear. But he did it so slowly, so excruciatingly and painfully slow that all Utahime could do was cry and plead. He was a fucking contradiction, shifting from slow to harsh in a flick of a switch. The center of her red lace was so wet – with his saliva co-mingling with her arousal – that Utahime didn’t even realize she was still wearing underwear. Not until Gojo opened her folds and dragged the flat of his tongue over her very core – tasting Utahime’s bare nakedness. She jumped at the wet and hot feel of his tongue, reflexively jerking her hips up his face – as if begging for more.

She didn’t know exactly what it was about Gojo and his mouth and tongue that got her all crazy, all messed up that her mind just went dark after an initial shock, like how a circuit breaker shortens then bursts. And when the fog clears, when somehow Utahime managed to think again, she propped herself on her elbows and watched Gojo feast between her legs. It was such a fucking turn-on – Gojo finding use for that foul mouth of his other than tease and annoy her. And that was driving her off the edge.

But not quite. She wasn’t there yet – close, so close – but not yet. Utahime wanted more, needed more.

Gojo knew exactly how to push her over – so he drew circles on her clit with the pad of his thumb and slid his tongue into her cunt. It was a whole new fucking sensation.

And it made Utahime sing.

Sing her song of praises, of pleas, and finally of her orgasm. Utahime shook and trembled in Gojo’s hands as he pushed her things apart, spreading them wider so he could unobstructedly drink in her juices. The sound of him slurping echoed around his room, the tip of his nose prodding on her swollen clit. The dangerous combination had set off another orgasm. He was cleaning up but inadvertently made a mess of her a second time.

Then his talented mouth and tongue were on hers again, giving Utahime a taste of herself. She was used to her own taste just as she was accustomed to his. If they followed the usual order, Utahime would be on her knees now giving Gojo the same pleasure he just let her experience. Drive him crazy with her hand and mouth too. She motioned to push herself off the mattress and nudge her man on his back, but Gojo was going off script. He seemed to enjoy kissing her. He alternated between sucking on her bottom lip and darting his tongue into the cave of her mouth. His full weight on top of her, pressing her into the mattress again, both her hands now pinned back above Utahime.

He was firm about her punishment of not letting her touch him.

Gojo felt perfectly comfortable between Utahime’s legs. His mere build and size spread them apart. Without heeding Utahime’s requests, Gojo slid his tongue at the side of her neck, licking and sucking skin, leaving marks on areas he knew well couldn’t be covered by the collar of her kosode. Bite marks on places that would raise her students’ brows when they see her tomorrow in school. But that was Utahime’s problem. This was still part of her punishment for a crime she didn’t know she committed.

But Gojo deemed himself forgiving and generous. He wouldn’t torture Utahime without an accompanying pleasure. Pain and pleasure, they were always intertwined. So, as he continued his onslaught at the dip of her breasts, Gojo grinded his hips against her cunt, earning a loud moan from his prisoner. He did it again, rubbing his bulge against her naked cunt and grinding to his own beat. The fabric of his jeans abraded against her naked core, the sweet friction prodded Utahime towards the edge. A sudden urge knotted her stomach - a sudden need to be filled up by him. She was already at a point where Utahime was aware his mouth and tongue weren’t enough anymore. Not even his dexterous fingers could offer her the relief her body longed for. Utahime needed Gojo to fill her up.

Utahime squirmed under him and moved her hips to match his. It was her silent way of saying, she needed him inside her now.

“Sa-Sa-to…ru…”

But Gojo refused to listen.

“Sa-Sato…ru-mnm.”

And Gojo Saturo refused to let her speak. He had full dominion over her whole body. Utahime could only climb to her peak when he said she could. She would only climax if Gojo allowed. Gojo was done with her when he said he was done with her. Until then, he was going to give her a taste but not the full course.

Not yet, at least.

Utahime swore against his mouth, losing her mind at the sensation of something vibrating against her thigh.

It was his phone ringing in his pocket.

Utahime groaned in protest when his mouth left hers and his hips stopped moving. He fished out the phone in his pocket and tossed it on the side without even checking who it was that was disturbing them. It landed beside Utahime, giving her a glimpse of the caller ID. Ijichi was calling.

Gojo ignored the phone and returned to his onslaught of her neck, biting then sucking. His phone went to sleep and then vibrated back to life. Still Ijichi. The name and the implication of his persistent calling were enough to sober Utahime up, yanking her back to reality.

“Gojo, it’s Ijichi—ahh!”

Utahime’s senses may have returned but Gojo was still on high and her mentioning Ijichi’s name had Gojo bursting a blood vessel. He unceremoniously sank his teeth into her skin as punishment. Letting another man’s name slip out of her lips while he pleasured her was another capital offense in his book.

“Hey! Ugh.”

Utahime fought against the delicious mix of pain and pleasure, mustering enough strength to rip her hands free from his hold.

“Gojo!”

She might have been a bit harsh there, gripping the locks of Gojo’s hair in her fist and pulling him off from the hollow of her neck to get his attention. But true to Gojo fashion, he liked some little pain, letting out a groan of pleasure.

“It might be urgent.”

Utahime stared into his blue eyes, watching his dilated pupils slowly readjust to the situation. His face was still flushed, hair all messy from Utahime’s pulling, half his face covered in Utahime’s saliva or cum or both but his gaze was still so hungry.

Gojo rose to his knees, combed his hair with his fingers, and evened his breath as he did. When he could finally form words, Gojo ordered Utahime to stay where she was. The look on his blue eyes demanded her to not move even a muscle until his return. Then, Gojo fully detached himself from her.

He wasn’t in the room anymore. His absence allowed air to blow on Utahime’s damp cunt. The cold snapping her legs closed. Utahime was left alone in his room. Gojo’s heat and curse energy he brought with him as he went out to meet Ijichi at the main door, she assumed. Utahime climbed down the bed to look for his discarded t-shirt on the floor and pulled it over her head. She didn’t have to look at herself in the mirror to know how messy her hair was. She must have looked crazy.

Utahime sat down at the edge of the bed and waited, remembering Gojo’s stern order for her to stay right there. A muffled conversation traveled to where she was. Gojo might have let Ijichi inside his apartment as the exchange got a little louder. Straining her ears to hear more clearly, she realized it wasn’t an exchange. Only Gojo’s voice was loud – almost violent. Utahime could only imagine how scared Ijichi might be receiving the grunt of Gojo’s frustration.

Utahime expelled an exasperated breath. She ought to appease her man and save poor Ijichi from his misplaced fury. Only she could do that.

“Get lost!”

Gojo’s loud voice and rude behavior pulled her off the bed and towards the door when suddenly, his bedroom door swung open. Utahime didn’t get that far when Gojo stepped through the frame, and back into the bedroom. He frowned at her when she clearly disobeyed his instruction not to lift a finger off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Was that Ijichi?”

“What’s it to you?”

After all that went down on that bed, Utahime couldn’t believe he was still as unreasonable as he was this morning. Granting, all they did was for Utahime’s benefit and Gojo has yet to have his turn, that was his fault. Utahime offered to suck his dick but he pinned her down and dry-humped the life out of her.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Now she’s mad.

But Gojo only answered her by repeating his earlier question.

“I asked where you were going.”

She didn’t feel obligated to answer him but still she did because his eyes were seething in anger. Utahime knew she shouldn’t fight fire with fire or they’d both burn to ashes. And since, apparently, she’s the only adult in this relationship, because Gojo was being on a whole new level of brat, she expelled a breath to calm her nerves.

“You were screaming at Ijichi for no reason. I was coming to get you.”

Just a few strides with those long legs and Gojo was standing right in front of Utahime, affronting her again.

“In this?”

In his shirt that only reached above the knee? Without underwear? With her still fucking wet and leaking with her own juices? Gojo saw red.

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Utahime?”

Utahime shuddered. It was the first time she saw that kind of rage in Gojo. She took a step back, trying to put some safe distance between them but Gojo wasn’t having it. He matched her steps until the back of her knees hit the side of his bed.

“Gojo…” She coaxed him because Gojo looked ready to pounce at anything. She knew Gojo was never going to hit her. But with the way he clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, he looked like he was capable of doing so. She knew better not to poke the angry bear. “ss everything okay?”

Gojo didn’t respond and Utahime felt like melting under his heavy stare. But she willed herself to gulp down her apprehension because Gojo would never hurt her. Not without her permission, at least. She managed to take a step toward him. If she wanted to understand this stranger, if she wanted to tame this animal, she needed to show him that she wasn’t afraid. She reached out to him, gently placing a hand on his cheek. There was no need for a safe space between them.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s still a man, Utahime.”

That’s it. That was the cause of their fight this morning. When some stranger was, in Gojo’s crazy eyes, being overly familiar with Utahime. When that punk opened the door for her at the restaurant, offered to lead her to their table for the meeting, and tried to place a hand on the small of her back which Utahime later shrugged off as nothing but just him being polite.

Gojo wasn’t a jealous man. They could freely flirt with his Utahime because she would never entertain them. Not when Gojo existed in her world. He was the center of it. No man could come close.

But he couldn’t help but feel like sticking his fist down the throats of any men who would try to touch her or even think about touching her. Any man.

But wasn’t it enough that he was the only one allowed to touch her? To see her naked? To fuck her senseless, drive her crazy, and mess her all up?

“He’s your friend.”

“A friend who would still think about fucking my girlfriend in my fucking shirt.” He spat.

“Gojo!”

It was ridiculous. Such a ridiculous notion that Utahime had to reprimand that type of behavior.

Gojo didn’t say anything. Didn’t try to give her further shit. He knew he was wrong. He knew he was being petty and ridiculous. But he was right. No man in their right mind would find Utahime in that shirt and not think about touching her. Because that’s all he could think about.

Utahime flinched when Gojo suddenly tugged at his t-shirt that she was wearing.

“Didn’t I tell you to take this off?”

Utahime ought to punish that nonsense. If he was going to act like a child, Utahime would treat him like a child. She should just march out of that room, get onto the next train and leave for Kyoto. That should teach him a lesson. Easy. So, she must have been really out of her mind when she told him…

“You do it then.”

She must be really out of her mind when she let him fuck her raw for the first time. Utahime must have gone completely mad when she lets him cum inside her twice.

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Then morning came and Utahime was first to wake, not by choice. She grumbled at the urgency to rise and return to Kyoto. She retrieved her uniform from the drier, which Gojo completely forgot to turn off. Her clothes were a mess – shrunk and completely unwearable. Now she had to raid his closet again, look for something appropriate for the train ride back to Kyoto, and suffer the fuss he was going to make out of it. Since he made so much of a big deal about wearing his t-shirt yesterday. She was contemplating her choices as she scanned his hanged clothes and folded jeans when a pair of arms snaked around her waist, both palms resting comfortably below her belly. She caught a whiff of his scent when the owner of those arms peppered her exposed shoulders with light, lazy kisses.

“Up so early?”

Utahime could place her own smell on him too.

“I need to hurry or I’ll miss the train.”

At the reality of her leaving back for Kyoto, Gojo tightened her arms around her and pulled the distracted Utahime against him. His feather kisses made their way up to that special place where the neck met the shoulders.

“No need to rush. I’ll teleport you.”

Utahime was the one who broke the comfortable embrace they were in, turned around to face him.

“How convenient that you forgot to offer to teleport me yesterday.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. Her seriousness was undermined by the way she rose on her toes to wound her arms around his neck. Gojo threw his head back laughing. They both knew he wasn’t going to let her leave Tokyo without a good pounding. Nay, the best. He was going on a long mission after today and he wasn’t sure when he was going to be back. It was the news that Ijichi lamentably brought to him last night. So, of course, he was going to fuck her hard so she would have something to look back to when she felt the need for release and he was not yet around to give it to her. Same as for him. He needed that mental image of Utahime riding him, bouncing on his cock, and screaming for more as he slipped in and out of her locked in his memory for the nights that he could only touch himself. Now, he had a new one to add to the vault – Utahime holding onto him as Gojo rammed into her and begged him to cum inside her.

“Hime, are you sure it was okay for me to…”

Utahime distractedly hummed an answer as she was now the one placing feather kisses on his exposed neck, mirroring what Gojo was doing to her earlier.

“What if you got the dates wrong?”

It wasn’t a problem for him, actually. If it happened, they were both old enough to raise one. It’s going to be a big change but it didn’t scare Gojo. What terrified him for a second was Utahime’s answer.

“Then I’m going to be a single mom.”

Fear crossed his face until he saw a glint of humor in her brown eyes.

“As if I’ll ever let that happen!”

Nope. His pride and his clan’s honor would never let him knock Utahime up and leave her. Most especially, not his feelings.

He kissed Utahime on the mouth, this one had them both tumbling into his closet, knocking the tower of piled clothes and grabbing on the ones on the hanger. She was still wearing his t-shirt, the same one that caused all that commotion last night. Utahime moaned into his lips when Gojo lightly brushed his hand up her thighs and realized her red lace was still lying around somewhere on the floor of his bedroom.

Reading his intention, Utahime told him she was going to be late for her class. Gojo probably didn’t hear her or refused to heed as he hoisted her up around his waist, eager to get some second round of Utahime loving, or was it third or fourth? He lost count.

“Gojo!” She laughed without breaking the kiss as Gojo walked them both back to his bed.

She plopped on the mattress still chuckling when Gojo turned her over on all fours. He pushed the shirt off her in one swift maneuver. Apparently, he was used to it and was now an expert at taking clothing off of Utahime.

In that position and with his hard cock pushing its tip into her wet opening, Utahime was singing a different tune.

“Do you have a condom? It’s a bit risky today.”

The anticipation of Gojo pushing his full length into her, filling her to a halt, had Utahime breathless, shaking and trembling.

“What’s life without risk, Utahime?”

Gojo unceremoniously pummeled his full length into Utahime, so deep and so full. The tip of his cock kissed her womb. It felt so fucking good that Utahime took the lead even in that position. She pushed herself forward, Gojo’s hard dick sliding out of her vagina until the tip remained inside her, then pushed herself backward, sheathing him completely within her walls again. They kept at it until Utahime cried in ecstasy and Gojo sowed his seed into her. That’s three times now. Utahime let Gojo cum inside her three times before he finally teleported them to her bedroom in Kyoto. There, Utahime let him cum a fourth time.

Rude was a description that perfectly described Gojo. Never one to be polite. So, he didn’t wait for Utahime to finish showering when he followed her into her bathroom and pressed her against the wall. This time, he shot his cum on her back just for the fun of it, earning a slap on his arm. Whatever extra time they gained from teleporting they squandered with Utahime flat on her back, then her stomach, then, finally, all fours. It wasn’t until the Kyoto sensei only had a minute or so before the bell rang did Gojo agreed to teleport her to the school. She gave him one last peck on the lips before she started toward the building.

“Iori!” Gojo called after her.

Utahime turned around, one brow raised at him unusually calling her by her last name. Gojo never called her Iori.

“Enjoy it while you can.”

Gojo lived to torment her, that’s what Utahime thought the whole day. She couldn’t fully concentrate on her lessons because of what he said before he disappeared on his long mission – the little fucker! – leaving Utahime to deal with her overthinking.

What did he mean? Enjoy what? Being his girlfriend? Did that jerk plan to play around with other women while he was on that long-ass mission and get rid of her after he came back? She called him to clarify but she had more questions than answers after he hung up.

What the fuck was he playing at? Would he really break up with her after she let him fuck her raw? After he shot his load inside? The fuck.

Utahime went to bed seething. Half accepting that if the gods decided to fuck her life up, she’s gonna be a single mother. Even if their relationship was now common knowledge, she’s gonna say she slept with a rando and he split. Let people think she one-upped the Great Gojo Saturo. Half hoped he was just pulling her tails with his vague, stupid answers. When she decided she was ready to put this Gojo-issue to bed, she felt a breeze blow at her back, a familiar disturbance in the air caused by his teleportation. She wasn’t going to turn around to face him. She was mad at him. Even if he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him on the bed. She’s gonna stay mad at that crazy idiot of a boyfriend. Even if she felt a different warmth when he sneaked his hand inside her shirt and felt her belly for something that still wasn’t there. Even if that kind of answered all her questions and resolved all her doubts, she was still going to turn his back on him. Served him right for causing that kind of mental torture on poor Utahime.

The next morning, he didn’t wait for her to wake up. He probably left early before anyone from the mission noticed he was gone. But something was different in the air that morning which Utahime couldn’t put a finger on. She felt lighter but also heavier at the same time. When she passed by her dresser, she saw his note, which read:

SINCE YOU CAN’T WAIT

IMPATIENT SENPAI.

P.S. DON’T LOSE IT OR I’LL PUNISH YOU

Not even a signature on the note but she could tell by the childish handwriting. She flipped the piece of paper over to look for some explanation of what this thing was that she couldn’t lose.

That’s when she saw the silver ring on her finger and felt the weight of the band for the first time. She slapped a hand over her mouth to keep the sobs from escaping.

So that’s what he meant. Iori. She should enjoy being called Iori-sensei as long as she could.

Because soon, she will be Gojo Utahime.

Her body felt so heavy that all Iori Utahime could do was let gravity pull her down on the floor and bawl her eyes out.

“You idiot.”

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thecatastrophic · 1 year

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GRUVIA WEEK 2023

Day Three: Starlight

Spy x Gruvia Family

This entry is a collaboration with the amazing @gruviasama, wherein she wrote the Spy x Family inspired Gruvia one shot.

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fairydares · 7 months

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Reminiscing on the Hard Road (A Gruvia Fic)

Rating: M

Summary: While on his way to a mission, Gray reflects on the hardships, tears, battles, and triumphs which led to him and Juvia finding their happiness together. (Or: the story of how they finally, officially got together told through memories).

AO3 Link ; FFNet Link

Words: ~8,000

Warnings: Please read with caution as this contains adult themes & situations (though nothing explicit). Also swearing and allusions to mental illness, dissociation and depression symptoms especially. Man this feels like the end of a drug commercial. Enjoy!

AN: I realized how long it'd been since I updated Chasing Tails and was feeling really bad about it. I'm so sorry, guys! I've just been really busy! I don't have time to get Chapter 5 up tonight, but I do have the time to share this Gruvia piece I wrote a while ago as a karmic sort of apology.

With that in mind, this is a bit of a rough, long one-shot. It comes from a chapter in a larger, mostly Nalu-focused fic which I may or may not ever actually finish writing. Sooo it's not even really a one-shot so much as it's, like, a segment of a chapter from one. I also barely had time to clean it up ever so slightly.

However, I thought Gruvia fans would appreciate anyway. Maybe one day, I'll write the whole thing because I honestly think it could be a story, or maybe a series of drabbles? This is all you kids get for now, though, lol. no fucks given (just kidding this will keep me up nights.)

o(O)o

Ignoring Natsu's whining about still being motion sick from beside him, Gray buried his hands in his pockets and let his eyes engage in their favorite past-time: roaming the curves of the blue-haired woman walking in front of him.

Him and Juvia had officially been together for over half a year, but his eyes still snagged on the same places they always had. The sway of her blue hair, now long enough to partly obscure the pinch of her waist and flare of her hips with each swish. The pretty, cute flush that lived on her cheeks as she listened attentively to Erza, who was chattering about a famous desert shop in the area. The way shadow and light shifted over the curve of her rear. And—forever his most favorite—the exposed skin of her legs. Long, toned, moon white...and fucking perfect.

Gray felt his cheeks heat, but couldn't find it in himself to drag his eyes away. The solidness and length of their relationship did absolutely nothing to diminish the novelty of her beauty, like he might once have feared it would. Instead, it hypnotized him more surely than ever. Noticing all the men drooling over her figure as they walked past, Gray was aware of the sting of possessiveness and annoyance which rose in his chest, but was also easily able to ignore it.

He was as comfortable as any guy with a stunning girlfriend could be in his own jealousy, these days. More shockingly, so was Juvia, a fact that was plain from the way she shot only perfunctory glares at the women eyeing him and whispering to each other as they passed.

As he stared at her back, his lips quirked ever so slightly. It had taken time, tears, and work—more work than he could ever have anticipated—to get to this point in their relationship. But work had never been more worth it.

His mind wandered to reminiscence. To where it had all started, when they had started, after the 100-Year Quest had ended and he'd finally—with Lucy, Levy, and Erza's help—managed to ask Juvia to be his girlfriend.

"Not just 'yours'," Levy had insisted, explaining that phrasing would confuse her. "Your girlfriend."

He'd actually fought them on it. Not really because he had a problem with commitment anymore (okay, it was a little embarrassing, but not too much) but because the words "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" felt ridiculous, considering everything they'd been through. How deeply he cared about her. For crying out loud, they'd tried to kill themselves for each other. He'd kill for her, die for her, and—most importantly—he would live for her. Beyond making his ears feel like they were going to melt off, the word "girlfriend" felt trite.

But when Lucy and Levy demanded to know if that meant he was going to propose, he'd balked. Actually, having the m-word shoved right up against his nose kind of made his soul flee his body. As ready as he was for a romantic relationship, he wanted to go through the actual experience of having one. Like, with all the steps involved. In order. He was at the point in his life that he wanted it more than anything.

More importantly, he wanted to give Juvia that experience. He was determined to do right by her.

With the girls' reality check, and the point they'd made that ambiguity might make Juvia jump to the wrong conclusion or even hurt her, they'd convinced him. He'd been committed to making his long-awaited confession as special for Juvia as possible, complete with saying any embarrassing words she wanted to hear.

Gray still hadn't felt worthy of the love she gave him. He still struggled to believe he was a man who could protect her. But after everything he'd been through during the 100-Year-Quest, seeing how much she'd missed him the whole time, and his talk with Juvina-sama, he'd understood it was completely unfair to ask Juvia to wait for him to decide he was worthy enough to love her openly. He also wasn't above admitting that Juvina-sama's suggestion that she wouldn't wait forever had disquieted some irrational part of him enough to make him antsy, impatient to make absolutely sure they were exclusive.

He'd been completely flustered throughout his confession, but known it had gone as right as it could. Lucy, Levy, and Erza—who thought they'd been slick, hiding in a nearby bush to watch him confess—had agreed. (Lucy had annoyed him to no end by teasing him over how "adorable" he'd been.)

And yet...Juvia's response hadn't been quite what Gray hoped. Lucy hadn't noticed it, but he had. He didn't know exactly when it had happened, but at some point, he'd learned to read the Water Mage like an open book. For how sincere a person she was—a trait he was all too familiar with—Juvia could also be surprising, even mysterious. As transient as water, with hidden depths you'd never know a thing about unless you were willing to dive beneath the surface.

When Gray confessed, he'd braced himself for joyous screaming. He'd planned to freeze a literal flood of tears before it could wash them both away. He'd been prepared to get a concussion from how hard she'd glomp him in the street. But while she had said yes, demurely accepted the roses, and hugged him plenty tight...her response had been subdued. In hindsight, he could see the pattern her reaction fit: the way her gaze had dropped to the street despite her happy flush, the hesitant, nervous gleam in her eyes, the limited verbal response.

The only times she'd ever acted that way had been when he actually reciprocated some of her affection. When he'd promised to give her a straight answer, after he defeated END. When he'd given her a one-armed hug and said he was glad her "body" was safe, after he'd saved her from that wood bastard.

Something had been wrong. But when the girls who'd spied on him only gushed afterwards, not seeming to have noticed anything off, he'd shrugged off his concerns, assuming it was his own lack of romantic literacy. He'd been nervous, but also really excited to learn.

But as their relationship officially began...it quickly became obvious that there was a problem, and that a one-sided approach to fixing it just wasn't going to cut it.

Juvia had always been prone to mood swings severe enough to make Gray's head spin, but as soon as they started dating, her mood seemed to sink. He'd try to ask her about it only for her to put on an obviously fake, cheery front and insist she was fine.

At first, he was sure it must be his fault. He'd had no idea what he was doing wrong. At that point, the guilt he felt for not taking Juvia's feelings seriously for so long, for abandoning her in Amefurashi Village, and for nearly letting her die in an attempt to save him had been taking a serious toll on him. The guilt had sometimes left him ragged. Every time she seemed down, he beat himself up and tried to do better. Talking, dates, spending time together (even when it meant ditching missions he really wanted to go on with the team), accepting her gifts and acting happy about them (no matter how much they creeped him out).

But the more he'd tried to make up for everything, the worse it seemed to get. He watched her frustration rise as he tried to be more openly affectionate, her denials that she was frustrated getting louder. More and more, she gave, but when he gave back, she'd look ready to explode or burst into tears.

What had made everything come to a head was the sex. A surprise in itself. For all the ways their relationship had suffered, sex had never been one of them. It'd started back in the cabin they shared in Amefurashi Village. From the first night they'd moved in together, Juvia had not-so-surprisingly tried to edge her way into Gray's bed constantly. She'd use excuses of cold weather, make puppy eyes, and sew nauseatingly pink coupley bed sheets to try to lure him (when, he still had no idea).

Meanwhile, he struggled more and more to pretend he didn't find (most of) her antics adorable. Not to mention incredibly tempting. Things escalated to where he'd feel his excitement rising towards the end of their daily training sessions, to the point his body became conditioned to react when he saw the damn sun set.

He also felt increasing dread at the notion of having to turn Juvia down—and for having to sneak out in the middle of every night to "take care" of the problem she always left him with (cold showers didn't exactly work for an Ice Wizard).

Finally, one night, she'd pouted and whined that she was sore from training and begged for a massage. Gray didn't know if it was the fact she was asking him for something instead of offering; the unbelievably cute, sparkly-eyed, hopeful glances she kept sneaking at him; or the fact he could tell she actually was sore from the way her face would pinch as she attempted to stretch provocatively in front of him, but his resolve had shattered.

Before he could think and without a word, he'd lifted his covers and held her gaze, not bothering to hide the dark promise in his eyes.

Her reaction had been priceless. He'd never forget it.

His acceptance seemed to knock the breath straight out of her. Her eyes had gone round as saucers, staring into his eyes like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her cheeks had darkened. She'd stood stunned for so long that he'd started to get nervous, wondering if she'd only been being playful all this time, not really meaning to come on to him or maybe not expecting him to ever accept. But just as he'd been trying to field the disappointment sinking his heart and trying to think of how to promise he wouldn't do anything she didn't want, she'd hesitantly approached the bed, trembling.

After giving her the massage she'd asked for, he'd rewarded her bravery three times over.

After that, for the very first time, the dynamic of their relationship shifted in one, important way—the one which would force him to finally confront his own heart:

In terms of their physical relationship, he became the more dominant one. In this one aspect of their shared life, he chased. Gray flustered Juvia. He hadn't been able to get enough. What had once been a relentless, one-sided pursuit (one where she had, admittedly, been gaining on him without his notice) became a dance which had addicted him before he knew it.

The notion of reciprocating her feelings had once had him running for the hills. So it had been a huge shock to learn just how much he liked it.

She was so obviously happy and disbelieving that first time he slipped her clothes off in the moonlit dark, cursing over her beauty. Utterly awestruck when he'd seen to her pleasure (twice, he still liked to remember proudly) before even considering his own. Sex was the first time he heard her speak in the first-person, the first time she said his name without adding "-sama" (since that battle in the rain, anyway.)

It was when he lost himself in her soft skin, her passion, and her pleasure that some part of him was able to accept the truth she'd had the grace to surrender to from the very beginning.

The shift in their sex life was also when he'd started to twig something wasn't right between them. After Alvarez was when he'd started it back up. His plan had been to wait until he was able to reciprocate her feelings verbally, like he'd promised, but almost losing her had broken him in a way some part of him would never truly recover from. Between that and his final, full acceptance of his own feelings, there'd been no restraining himself. He'd come onto her with all the subtlety of a freight train the second they were alone.

Even then, something hadn't been quite right. She hadn't been herself, quiet enough that—even as...compromised as his critical thinking skills had been, at the time, and even in his heightened emotional state—he'd noticed. He'd pulled back and asked if she was okay, but when her response had simply been to drag him back in for a kiss that made his knees weak, he'd taken it as a yes and matched her passion enthusiastically.

She kept staying quiet in bed. It bothered the hell out of him, and he badgered her about it more than once, but would ultimately let it go when she insisted she was fine. In his defense, there had been a lot of reasons she could've become subdued. They had just fought a war. They were all exhausted from fixing the town and working to build peace in Fiore.

But after the 100-Year Quest and after his confession, she got even weirder. He noticed it all the time, in every aspect of their relationship, but it was especially noticeable in bed, when they were so close to each other, both completely vulnerable.

When they'd cohabitated, he'd almost always been the one to start something. He'd enjoyed that. He'd even (hell, especially) enjoyed the way she'd flirt, pretend to be oblivious to his advances, pout and blush and make him impress her, coax him to the brink of losing his mind before finally caving to both of their desires. Those times where he went from prey to predator had balanced their entire relationship, satisfying both of them.

Gray wasn't some slimeball who needed sex, but he did need some balance in their dynamic. The private, physical side of their relationship was just where it'd happened to play out. It could've played out anywhere in their relationship, if they were off sex for a while for whatever reason.

But as soon as they became official, it became clear she'd fight tooth and nail to make sure that never happened.

She came onto him. Every. Single. Time. He'd been a little surprised, but happy enough. At first. But as he pushed her to talk to him harder and she denied louder, he'd started to guess that something was genuinely, really wrong.

She didn't speak in the first-person when they were intimate, any more. She didn't drop the "-sama." Even worse, he started to suspect she was seducing him even when she wasn't really in the mood. Almost like she felt like she had to.

It had been one such time when he finally flipped his shit. Even now, walking behind her and appreciating her curves, the memory made his mood falter a little.

He regretted how he'd handled things. It shamed him to remember how he'd all but shoved her off him and refused to do anything else with her until she was ready to tell him whatever the hell was going on inside that crazy, watery head of hers. It was an ultimatum. A cruelly-put one, at that. He hadn't realized just how hurt and angry he was until the words flew out of his mouth.

Juvia had opened up, alright.

In fact, she'd exploded.

They'd screamed at each other, horrible things Gray could hardly stand to repeat even in his own head. She'd demanded that he quit wasting both their time and leave her again, like they both knew he would. He'd asked how stupid she could be to think he'd do that, when he was obviously dedicated enough to put up with her psycho stalker gifts. She'd retorted that her "psycho stalker gifts" didn't seem to have any affect on his libido. He'd yelled that she was the one jumping his bones, ever since he'd asked her out. She'd said that was because she actually cared about his happiness, implying that was something he'd never understand.

She'd ended the black, ugly fight with four hoarse words that ripped his heart out of his chest: "This is over, Gray-sama!"

His apartment door had slammed behind her.

He'd been too shocked and devastated to do anything but watch her go, not even managing to stagger to the door and chase after her until she was long-gone. Black curse power had swirled across his skin as he pelted to the guild, growling in frustration when he didn't find her there. Then he'd run all the way to the female dorms at Fairy Hills only to be deterred by Erza, who met him at the gate. She hadn't known anything about his and Juvia's fight, but she'd been drawn by his yelling.

His older sister figure had knocked him out "for his own good."

The next afternoon, Gray had woken up in his own bed. Not bothering to see if he was dressed (it would turn out he wasn't) he'd booked straight to the guild only to be devastated by the news that Juvia had taken a long-term S-class quest just that morning, news which was delivered by a sympathetic Mira.

Sure that it was over, that he'd ruined everything, he'd drunk himself sick—then kept drinking, swinging fists at anyone and everyone who tried to console him until, finally, in the wee hours of the next morning, Gajeel managed to knock him out of it.

The hostility, Gray had expected. Gajeel was Juvia's best friend; of course he was angry to learn that Gray had done something to upset her so much, she'd left for a Quest that could take months or even years to finish without so much as a word to Gajeel or any of their other comrades.

What did surprise Gray was the understanding Gajeel eventually showed.

Gray got his ass knocked flat by the Iron Dragon Slayer. From his back on the ground, he started to spit out what happened. With each word, the larger man had visibly calmed. After enough had come out, he'd awkwardly helped Gray to his feet (his own, gruff brand of apology.) He'd helped Gray sober up, then he'd given him a pep talk.

He'd refused to explain his own guesses as to what was going on with Juvia, insisting "who knows what goes on in that water witch's head." But he'd also insisted that whatever was going on, it for damn sure wasn't what Gray thought, which was that he'd hurt her too badly for her to love him anymore.

"She's obsessed with you," the man had said, scowling in disgust. "She's always been obsessed with you. She's way too stubborn to let it go that easy. It's annoying."

By six AM, Gajeel Redfox—of all people—had talked Gray into chasing after the love of his life. He'd even used his Iron Magic to create a lockpick which got them into the archive room, where they'd found Mira's records...and Juvia's location.

He'd barely had the time to register the irony of her quest's location before he was gone, shooting Gajeel a gruff "thanks" over his shoulder and running home to pack.

It'd been raining when he finally walked into Amefurashi Village.

He hadn't consciously known where to start looking when he arrived, but his feet—following some combination of muscle memory and the fate he'd fought for so long—had carried him to the place where the word "home" had changed for him: the cabin he and Juvia had shared. Where they'd grown together. Taken care of each other.

Where he'd left her. Hurt her. Even if most of the reason to do so was because he wanted to protect her, he couldn't stop hating himself for that.

She was standing outside the place, drenched and shivering, when he got there. As if sensing his arrival as surely as he'd known where to find her, Juvia had turned to look at Gray with eyes that were glassy above flushed cheeks. She'd wavered on her feet.

As soon as she'd whispered his name, she'd toppled. Gray's bag had landed in a puddle with a splashy thunk. He'd lunged to catch her like his life depended on it.

Shouting her name had earned him no response, but pressing the back of his hand to her forehead had been enough to convince him that she had a seriously high fever.

Strangely, as worried as he'd been about her, he hadn't even thought to bring her back to Wendy or seek a nearer healer. In hindsight, he was sure that deep down, he'd realized it would do no good; she wasn't physically ill, but heartsick, just as he was. He'd felt lower than the mud gathering around his boots.

He'd been surprised to discover that he had to break into their old home, and rapidly deduced that Juvia hadn't been staying at their old cabin even though she'd been standing outside of it, both from that fact and the fact that none of her stuff was there.

As soon as he lay her in the bed which had once been his before becoming theirs, she'd begun shivering. For the first time in his life, Gray cursed that he was an Ice Wizard instead of a Fire Wizard.

He'd run outside, grabbed his bag, then come back in—only to curse again when he unclasped the bag only to discover that all its contents were soaked. Thinking quickly, he'd stripped his wet clothes, then hers. He'd climbed into bed with her.

"'M sorry, Gray-sama..." she'd slurred her sleep. "Juvia's so sorry...Juvia had to...I just had to..."

He'd shushed her, rubbing her arms to try to warm her up. "It's okay, Juvia. I know, my love. It's okay..."

He'd kept holding her and whispering soft comfort to her until she'd finally stopped shivering, at which point his frantic worry had abated enough that he could fully admit to himself how good it felt to have her in his arms, her skin against his. How warm she was. How perfectly she fit against him. How much he missed her. She was right there, as close as another person could ever be to him. Yet with how things had been between them lately and how lost she was to fever, he'd never felt further away.

Apparently, he'd fallen asleep at some point, because when he awoke, it was to the rising sun blazing at him from the center of the cabin window. Ignoring his body's reaction to waking up in the arms of the very naked, beautiful woman he happened to be in love with, Gray had instantly dropped his hand to Juvia's forehead, sighing in relief when it became clear her fever had reduced. She wasn't better, but she was getting there.

Quickly figuring out what needed done, he'd dropped a tender kiss to her warm forehead, murmuring a threat against her sweaty hairline: "You'd better not even think of running away again, crazy woman. We are going to talk when I get back."

Gray had dressed, glanced back, and left. He'd met up with he client—a rich and unfortunately good-looking asshole about Gray's age who was way too disappointed Juvia, herself, wasn't the one who'd shown up. Through gritted teeth, Gray informed the bastard it would be a couple days before he and his partner (he was sure to emphasize those words several times) would be able to begin investigating the dark guild threatening the area, as she'd fallen ill.

It annoyed him to no end that the creep seemed genuinely concerned about this, trying to insert himself, demand to see her, and attempting to coax Gray into revealing her location (Gray couldn't help the pleasure and hope which rose in his chest, when he learned she hadn't told this guy wherever it was she was staying; obviously, she'd had no interest in sharing that information.)

The client had thrown a rich boy tantrum when Gray refused to tell him anything, but ultimately let him go when Gray promised Juvia would be there in a couple days (not bothering to mention that he would absolutely be there, too.)

He'd gone to pick up medicine and food. He'd grabbed all the ingredients he could remember for something hearty, mild, and delicious she used to make him when they lived together, a chicken stew that tasted like something he could remember from childhood. Those ingredients, medicine, ginger tea...anything he could think of that might help her feel better, he purchased, barely noting price.

Juvia had been waiting on the porch wrapped only in a blanket when he returned, flushed with both fever and anger.

They'd both been pissed at each other. While Gray locked horns with Juvia's amorous creep of a client, she had apparently been discovered by the landlord who owned their old cabin and only barely managed to talk him out of his anger, ultimately having to pay double their old monthly rent to keep him from calling the authorities—all while wrapped only in a blanket.

A brief yelling match had ensued. It ended when Juvia began coughing rather violently, Gray dropping his groceries in the mud to run to her. Even as she insisted she was fine, he'd ushered her into the cabin, forcing her to sit before he went back out to grab the food he'd bought.

Her face had gone funny when he began grouchily unloading chicken, rice, broth, veggies, and herbs. When he (somewhat defensively) asked what the hell she was staring at, she'd haltingly asked if he'd bought all of that for her. Exasperated, he'd told her of course he had, she'd had him worried sick.

The groceries had been abandoned when she burst into tears.

It had taken several minutes of heart-wrenching sobs on Juvia's part and coaxing on Gray's for the conversation to actually begin.

During their ugly fight in his apartment, she'd exploded.

Here, in the lonely home they'd once shared, she imploded.

While the groceries thawed and dripped on the kitchen counter, Juvia sobbed the whole, messy, painful truth into his chest. She told him everything. She told him how, deep down, she'd always known she wasn't worthy of having her love reciprocated by him. It had been true from the moment they'd met, when she'd been part of Phantom Lord, but remained true no matter how long she'd been at Fairy Tail. That was how she'd put it: "I always knew I wasn't worthy of Gray-sama's love." Not only because of her past, but because of how annoying she was. How gloomy. How creepy and obnoxious.

Gray hadn't even had time to express his horror at the fact she thought those things before she'd been plowing on, her tears only getting thicker and her words only making his heart sink lower.

She said knowing she didn't deserve his love had turned to knowing she didn't deserve to love him at all, when she'd killed Keyes to free Gray's father from his undead life. But even though "Gray-sama had been wonderful enough to forgive Juvia," she'd continued to hate herself, deep down.

She told him that sharing a life in the cabin they were currently in had, for her, been the sweetest kind of torture. That she'd never been so happy—and never felt more undeserving. For the first time, she told him that she'd only had one lover before Gray, some piece of shit named "Bora" who'd never cared about her or her pleasure. Gray had been nothing like him, attentive, caring, and as invested in her pleasure as he was in his own. At first, feeling so cared for had been as overwhelming as it was amazing, but by the time Gray started to pull away from her for his mission, the overwhelmed feelings had slowly begun to fade, letting her forget everything but the happiness she felt with him.

Juvia told him that the day he abandoned her to infiltrate Avatar, everything which she'd started to believe could feel right began to feel wrong, and everything which had felt wrong began to feel right. She'd never felt she deserved to be loved by Gray the way she loved him. Being left by him had, in a horrible way, made her feel like the world was how it was supposed to be.

But it had also ripped her apart.

It had destroyed any confidence she'd begun to gain in herself.

She told him that she resented being abandoned. Resented not being told about his mission to infiltrate a Dark Guild, not just because of their relationship, but because she had once been in a Dark Guild, and could potentially have helped his and Erza's Mission. She'd not only felt betrayed on a personal level, but disrespected as a Mage with no small amount of skill and experience.

It was a side to the issue which he had, shameflly, never considered.

He was mortified when she'd finally let herself chastise him for this—especially when he'd tried to defend himself by bringing up details of his mission only to be instantly struck down and ripped apart by someone who was, in fact, very obviously more knowledgeable about the inner workings of Dark Guilds than either he or Erza ever had been. Hell, Juvia could probably have run the mission almost as well as Jellal had.

For the first time, he saw just how beneficial it would have been to have her on board, despite Erza urging him not to get her involved. He should've gone against her orders, asked forgiveness instead of permission. Over the course of that one conversation, it was clear that having her on board would have shortened the length of their mission by probably several months.

But worse than the benefits they'd missed out on, in infiltrating Avatar, worse than the fact that she resented him, was her admission that she hated herself for that resentment.

She'd apologized. So many times. Too many times to count. Each apology was another crack in Gray's heart. He'd tried to ask her to stop, but they'd just kept slipping out anyway. It was like she couldn't help it.

She'd told him that over time, as she got to know the other women in Fairy Tail—Lucy, Cana, and Levy—she'd realized just how unworthy she was of the care Gray held for even just his friends. She just hadn't been forced to confront her own lacking sense of self-worth...until he openly reciprocated her feelings.

She said that the second he confessed, part of her felt wrong. Like she'd donned someone else's skin—someone who was worth being loved by Gray. Her guilt, her knowledge that she wasn't worthy of him, her bitterness, her self-hatred...all of it had come rushing to the surface.

She told him that, as unworthy as she'd felt, she'd been too selfish to reject him. Too angry at the thought of him being with someone else. Her own selfishness made her feel even worse than before. She'd been determined to be worthy of him, and so she had sought to pay every ounce of love he gave her three times over. At least.

It hadn't made her feel any better. No matter how hard she tried to be sure to pay him back, every time Gray took her on a date or made love to her, it made her skin crawl, because she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve his love, his affection, or even his attention. He deserved better, and she was nowhere close to deserving him. She never would be.

If there had been even one last, single sliver of a doubt as to how he felt about this woman, it died then and there. Nothing—not his own guilt, being screamed at, or being broken up with—nothing could hurt worse than being made aware of what a hard time she was having. Learning just how badly she'd been dissociating during all their most precious moments. How much pain she was in. How little she thought of herself. How deep her scars ran.

He'd have given anything to take her pain away. He'd have given anything to change it. Right then, he couldn't think of a single thing he wouldn't have done to make her see herself as he saw her: the energetic, caring, fierce Mage he'd come to know. The woman who always eclipsed everything else for just a second, the first time he saw her every day.

He'd wanted to tell her all that, and more. He wanted to apologize. He'd wanted to tell her how badly he missed her after he'd left her here, that this place had been home for him, too. He'd wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, that no day without her smile even felt real, but his voice had been stuck behind a lump of misery and all he'd been able to do, for a very long time, was lay in their bed and hold her while she cried the rest of it out. He wasn't too ashamed to admit he lost a couple tears in her hair, too.

Over the twilight of time it had taken for her sobs to turn hoarse, then to whimpers, then sniffles, guilt, emotional exhaustion, an anguish washed over Gray in their turn.

Until finally, he hardened all of those feelings into resolve.

"I'm really thankful that you're here. For always being beside me..."

Those were the words Gray had said to her before Alvarez, and he'd meant them. For years, Juvia had done nothing but be there for him. Even when he didn't want her there, she stayed right next to him, quietly piecing together his heart and his trust. It killed him that the woman who'd confronted him with her love, made him face down his own weakness, always thought of him, and helped him so much more than he could ever truly thank her for had been hiding so much of her own pain. He wished she would have told him any of this all the times he'd pushed and asked.

But he couldn't blame her for that. Maybe she hadn't opened up to him before then, but her mentions of her days in Phantom and of that shithead ex of hers had driven home, with stark clarity, a realization he wished he'd made a lot sooner: Juvia didn't know how to open up like Gray had tried to demand, because she hadn't grown up somewhere like Fairy Tail.

Unlike Gray and Natsu and the others, she hadn't been taught to bare her pain, hadn't always known there would be someone to listen to her, cry with her, be on her side. While Gray had been fought, teased, and accepted for exactly who he was (more often his whole self than not) Juvia had been abandoned by every single person in her life except Gajeel and those who'd wanted to use her for their own ends. Gray abandoning her had only confirmed what she'd been taught was inevitable.

But the Ice Mage wouldn't linger on that. He wouldn't give any more time to despair.

It was his turn now, he realized. His turn to stay beside her even when it was hard, and do the work. Now, he just had to figure out how. But while he'd been trying to do that, had been gathering his words, Juvia had recovered enough to speak once more.

She'd apologized again. She'd told him that she knew this was too much, that all of this was too much...that she was too much. For the times they'd shared, she thanked him quietly, eyes bright with yet more tears and refusing to meet his as she continued that she'd had to let Gray go because she wanted him to be happy, and she'd finally, finally realized she could never do that for him, not really. Then she'd tried to push him away, and as Gray had tightened his grip, he'd realized he didn't need to figure out what to do, what to say, or how to love her.

She'd been showing him all along.

After a deep breath, the words had come low, and easier than he'd thought. He told her she was right, all of this was a lot...but also that he was so, so happy she'd finally told him what was really going on. He'd been as gentle as possible when he told her he could see how difficult and scary it had been for her to open up about all this and that he was proud of how brave she'd been for doing so, but she'd started crying again anyway, so he'd had to carry on with a shakier, hoarser voice.

He'd apologized. For everything. For not taking her feelings seriously for so long, for not seeing her when she needed to be seen, for leaving her behind and hurting her so badly she'd gotten sick. He hadn't been dismissing her abilities as a Mage so much as he'd been trying to protect her, but that was no excuse. "High-handed and cruel" was a generous way to describe his behavior, and he finally saw that. He'd told her that if he could take it back, he would. But he couldn't. He could only promise to never, ever leave her like that again, and he was more than ready to make that promise. He had been for a long time, since well into the 1oo Years Quest. If she'd only give him another chance, he'd show her.

At this point, Juvia had obviously started to twig that this conversation wasn't going to go how she planned, with Gray accepting she was too burdensome and unworthy for him and leaving her alone like everyone else had left her, because she'd started kicking up a fuss, forcing him to hold her there again.

"Let Juvia go, Gray-sama!" she'd demanded shakily, sounding like she was barely clinging to her determination. But Gray had refused. He refused to let her go like this, not until she'd heard him out.

As brief as the ensuing argument had been, it was also one of the most frustrating conversations Gray had ever taken part in (and he'd fought Natsu on basically every cock-and-bull-ass plan he'd ever come up with.)

He'd tried desperately to insist that while Juvia could be creepy and he did find rain somewhat gloomy, she was not worthless or annoying or obnoxious. He'd tried to tell her that she did make him happy. He'd tried to tell her how he felt about her.

Juvia had not responded well.

A wall had slammed up in her eyes, the same blank one he'd met on that fateful, rainy day so long ago. As she'd kept denying, and he'd kept pushing, their voices had gotten louder. Eventually, Gray had realized it was raining outside the window next to their bed again, and that was the one thing that had forced him to take a step back from his own frustration. Lucky, because if he hadn't, he might have flown off the handle and ruined everything all over again.

Looking down at her, he'd forced himself to cool off and realized he was being unfair; he was asking her to take an entire journey in one leap, to unlearn a lifetime's-worth of lessons about her own worthlessness over the course of a single conversation. No one could do that. It was an unreasonable thing to ask.

And so, when he'd finally gathered his wits and perspective enough, he'd said, "You don't have to agree with me. You don't have to agree with my feelings for you. But you have to believe that they're real...and you have to at least consider my side."

Juvia's eyes had gone wide. As they regained their sparkle, he'd refused to break eye contact. Slowly, the rain had stopped, leaving them in the silent hut.

After what felt like years, she'd shakily whispered, "O-okay."

And Gray had known that they were finally, finally getting somewhere.

Quietly and slowly, with their hands intertwined between their chests and their foreheads pressed together, they'd pieced together a fragile plan. They would stay together and be as they had been, but from now on, they were both going to make a concerted effort to be honest and rebuild trust. Gray started by admitting that missing out on Quests with his team had really started to bum him out, and while this seemed to sadden Juvia at first, she admitted after some thought that in being with Gray, she hadn't been nurturing her own friendships with her friends like Gajeel and Meredy. Lucy had also asked for help training her in Water Magic, and Juvia had declined so far even though she was interested in having someone to teach.

Gray had encouraged all of this...and he'd encouraged her to visit Porlyusica, too, when they got home. The old lady was hardly a Mental Healer, but she'd hopefully be able to help them find someone who was, someone objective and removed from the situation who Juvia could talk to openly. One thing which had sunk in fully for Gray over the course of Juvia's heartrending speech was that it was going to take a lot of time, work, and love to get Juvia to a better place. There was no way the two of them could do it alone.

They'd talked and planned until their voices were hoarse...and then they'd not talked for even longer. Juvia once again dropped the "-sama." She let him come to her. She didn't just surrender herself to him the way she had when they had each other before in their cabin, she'd given him even more—in his arms, she'd bared a small and precious part of herself Gray had never even realized she hid from him.

Over the course of the month they spent in that cabin, he'd cherished everything she gave him more than most men could've in twice the amount of time. How they'd managed to deal with that Dark Guild months and months ahead of schedule, he would never understand, because his head had never been less in the game. Neither of them had been able keep their hands off each other for more than an hour when they were alone together.

Neither had been particularly disappointed when that crotchety old landlord refused to give them back any part of their months' rent. Instead, they'd stayed till June was up breaking the place in thoroughly.

"It's payback for him being a jackass to you!" Gray had once playfully defended against her neck, pinning her against the kitchen counter and grinning as she gigglingly scolded him.

He only prayed no one ever took a UV Lacrima to the inside of that place. They'd go blind. He'd taken her on the couch, over it, against the walls, on the counters and tables, and in more positions than he'd previously known existed in that bed. When they returned home, a bunch of people had pointed out that they both looked like they'd lost weight. Gray didn't doubt it, after all the—

"...seriously, none of you know what it's like, every time we travel...OI, STRIPPER, YOU MAYBE WANNA QUIT EYE-FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND WHEN WE'RE IN PUBLIC, YOU GODDAMN PERVERT?!"

The absolute last voice Gray wanted to hear when he was thinking about such great, intimate things yanked him out of his reflections in the most unpleasant of ways. An expression crossed between a scowl and a grimace consumed his features.

"Gray-sama!?" Juvia spluttered, craning her neck to peer at them over her shoulder with wide eyes. She looked half-scolding, half...affected as her cheeks went rose red.

Gray felt his own face grow hot as he turned to glare furiously at the pink-haired, disgusted-and-disgusting-looking bane of his existence.

"Would you keep your voice down, Dragon Boy?! I was not 'eye-fucking' Juvia!" His cheeks burned hotter as an elderly woman passing by shot him a deeply disapproving look.

"The hell you weren't!" Natsu snapped, drawing even more attention. "I could see all your gross, perverted thoughts right there in those droopy eyes of yours!"

"ARGH! So what?!" Gray just wanted this fight to be over, and figured that sort of admitting to what he'd been doing was the quickest way to make that happen. "Can't a guy even look at his girlfriend without pink-haired, flame-brained losers getting involved?!"

"THE HELL YOU JUST CALL ME?!"

"OH, SO YOU'RE DEAF AS WELL AS BRAINLESS, NOW?!"

"THAT'S IT, I'VE HAD IT! YOU'RE DEAD, YOU ICY BAS—"

"That's enough."

Uncharacteristically subdued and uninvolved though Erza's command was, it was enough to have both Natsu and Gray cringing and sweating in fear almost instantly.

"A-aye!" they squeaked, then sighed in relief as she shot them one last glare and clanked away.

"Ah, it always goes this way." Happy folded his little blue sausage arms over his chest and tsked. "If only Gray had kept his perverted eyes on himself, we wouldn't even be talking about this."

"And just how the heck is one supposed to 'keep their eyes on themselves', huh?" Gray growled up at the floating Exceed.

"By not being you, apparently!" he cackled back, Natsu soon joining him in his obnoxious guffawing.

"Why, you—! Get back here, you little shit!" Gray made a random grab at the little creep only to curse as he missed his tail by about a centimeter.

Meanwhile, Juvia clasped her still-red cheeks with her hands and donned an all-too-familiar, starry-eyed expression. "Juvia does not mind at all if Gray-sama...covets Juvia in public! How Juvia adores Gray-sama's passion!"

Gray flinched as if he'd been whipped in the back. In a second flat, he was blushing again. "O-oi, Juvia—!" he started, scrambling to find a way to get her to calm down before she came onto him in public.

(Again.)

"However," she continued before he figured out how to distract her, turning to look at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "If Gray-sama is going to covet Juvia on a public street, Juvia thinks he should at least wear clothes."

"Wha—?! CRAP!" Gray shouted as soon as he realized he'd stripped down to his boxers. "When did that happen!?"

Juvia wrinkled her nose cutely and giggled while he scrambled for his clothes. When he was finally yanking his jacket on, he shot her a playful glare only for his lips to quirk when she winked and sauntered after Erza.

That little...she'll get it later, he thought with a huff before shoving his hands in his pockets and strolling after her. He was well aware that he was full-on grinning, now, and didn't care in the slightest.

Little interactions like that...those were the fruits of all the hard work they—especially Juvia—had done when they got back from that S-Class mission. Gray had been prepared for it to be grueling and difficult, to fight. "Relationships take work" was a piece of advice he'd heard plenty, since he started asking for advice about how to love Juvia.

But what he'd never expected to find was that, while it was hard sometimes, it was work he was all too willing and capable of doing, because it was for her. For them. And what no one had told him was that, while loving someone meant their pain became yours, it also meant that their triumphs became yours, too.

Some days had been worse than others. Even though she'd been talking to a friend of Porlyusica's and made an impressive effort to spend more times with her friends, there were moments where Gray had felt like Juvia was back at square one. But he'd been there beside her, encouraging her every step of the way while she healed, learned that he wouldn't leave her again, learned that she was worth all of it. And slowly but surely, she'd healed.

That was what no one had told him: that every time she huffed at him to do his own laundry, teased him, sassed him into taking her on a real date, and even turned him down for sex, that he would feel such a huge rush of pride and triumph.

It was true that the road had been hard, but Gray had walked it with Juvia, and that had made every step worth it.

o(O)o

AN: Ah, sorry I don't have the time to edit this now and make it more cohesive! Also that I can't publish my next chapter of Chasing Tails just yet! I definitely, definitely will come back to edit this piece one day and make it better after I've done that. In the meantime, Happy Belated Gruvia Day!

P.S.: Fun Fact! I named this partly after one of my all-time favorite fics from a completely different fandom. The Hard Road by wthtonibelle, a Kacchako fic (from the My Hero Academia fandom) which is written in a similar way and has similar themes, only it's longer and better lol. check it out if you're so inclined!

#fairy tail #gruvia #gruvia fan fiction #gruvia fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail fan fiction #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser

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gymjunkie412 · 23 days

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📖Moon Lit📖

Drabble Game is a series of one-shots that the author wrote, but most of them are very short, like a couple of hundreds of words. I picked this one cause the story was short and sweet. It's not a ship fic, more like graylu being there for each other when they're having a hard time. I love this scenario so much 😩 There are plenty of one shots that you can check out if you haven't. There is also gruvia and gajevy.

A very simple and meaningful piece. Honestly, I could've done better, but I was burning out.

Author : Riverofmemories

Source : FF.Net/Tumblr

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #hiro mashima #gray fullbuster #my art #fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction

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jekde04 · 1 year

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Happy Gruvia Week, everyone! ❄️💙💧

I have prepared one-shots for days 2, 3, 5, & 7... but they're all just drafts at this point lol. I'll now edit in peace so I can hopefully post them on time.

For now, I just really want to celebrate the start of Gruvia week 💙

#gruvia #gray x juvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gruvia week

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natsubeatsrock · 10 months

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Do I STILL really believe Nalu won’t happen?

Short answer: No.

But you know that's not how we do things here.

It feels so good to be back! (sort of, at least) I know I've been away for some time. Part of it is being busy with things in real life. Part of it is mental health not doing too well. Some of my plans for things have shifted quite a bit, as you might be able to tell.

All that said, this hasn't changed.

I haven't talked about this in the proper context of the sequels. I've taken shots at the ship. But have I given this ship the treatment I'd probably be expected to?

Or, at least, have I explained my reasons for still doubting the ship will happen? Because I don't have to like that a ship is happening to believe it will happen.

Speaking of which, what better place to start with than talking about that other ship I rag on a lot: Gruvia. I've said this a few times, but I don't like Mashima's writing of Gruvia in the sequel. To be brief, the ship's focus is different from what I believe it should be. And having Juvia as an active series member has long since passed the point of straining reality.

At the same time, no one denies that Gray has decided to accept Juvia's feelings. He's come to terms with himself in this regard and will accept Juvia as a lover once the mission ends. (How are we still on the fourth dragon?) It's hard to see something like Gray wishing for an alternate universe where he's married with a kid and ask myself, "How serious is Mashima about this ship happening?" You know, as if it isn't only a matter of time.

The issue is that Nalu isn't on that level. That sounds like me being biased and denying the reality right, especially if I listen to certain people.

But let's compare these two ships and what's happened to them in the sequel.

When the gang visited Fairy Nali, their version of Juvia was the catalyst for Gray being as open with Juvia as he's poised to be. Fairy Nali has its own Nalu, but nothing meaningful came from it. Natsu got jealous because of Lucy, but that's not brought up again and doesn't affect anything.

They go to Edolas and see their alternate-world kids. I'll grant you that Natsu and Gray want to bring their "kids" to the Earthland. But what else happens? I mentioned what goes on with Greige already. Ashley talks with Lucy about the possibility of a future romance with Natsu, but she's not meaningfully moved by it.

Come to think of it, there was a similar conversation to that when they were on the Earth God Dragon. Lucy heard Touka had a romantic interest in Natsu. Her response wasn't one of jealousy. She figured it wouldn't go well once she heard about it. (It's almost as if she knows that Natsu isn't currently interested in a romantic relationship if he ever will be.)

Nothing showed that more than the one moment I've talked about the most from the sequel: Natsu and the women in his heart. The fact that Natsu's bunch of women is canonically juxtaposed with Gray's feelings for Juvia shows that Mashima's taking this ship as a joke.

To be a Nalu shipper, I must believe one of a few realities. It's possible that Natsu does have romantic feelings for all these women and can't decide between them. You know, despite Wendy being in that bunch. It's also possible Mashima, being in tune with fandom, is trying to appease fans of Natsu's most-popular ships, even outside of Nalu. It wasn't as if I expected anything involving Nali in the sequel. My theory, which I alluded to when it happened, is Mashima making a callback to a sketch he made a while back. That would explain why Mira and Cana were there but don't talk. They weren't in that old sketch.

I can't say for sure what this moment is supposed to mean. But I know that this isn't helping Nalu's case as a romantic ship. Not just because it's multiple women. Not just because Gray's only interested in Juvia. Natsu's focus in the matter is that Yakune put his friends against him. Not women he's interested in romantically used to distract him.

By the way, I'm sick of having to say this after eight years of having this blog. But I guess some things never change. Characters being put in awkward potentially sexual positions isn't proof your ship will happen. At best, it's a cheap gag that could reveal characters' feelings through their reactions. At worst, it's one of the most annoying tropes of the medium we love and want to take more seriously. Lucy wanting Natsu to touch her anywhere doesn't hold the kind of weight I'm annoyed to know so many fans want it to have. That doesn't matter how real or fake Lucy or whoever else is.

But what tells me Nalu isn't likely isn't any of that. It's not anything involving Gruvia or chapter 71 of the sequel. I don't think I'd say this a few years ago. But the thing that sells me against Nalu is Jerza. Of course, this isn't to say Jerza happening would jeopardize Nalu. But Jerza has been making strides toward becoming canon.

A few years ago, I concluded that Erza would never willingly leave Fairy Tail, even to be with Jellal. That means the only way Jerza could happen would be if Jellal accepted his actions as being forgiven and was willing to join Erza to some degree. This could be joining Fairy Tail or some sort of mutual partnership outside of it. Mind you, this was for how I was thinking of how to pair them in rewriting the series. (Also, thank "Kidnapping Erza".)

Now, what's happened in the sequel?

Awkward and annoying as it is, Jellal put his past behind him. At this point, it's more a matter of conviction, similar to Gray not using Iced Shell. Erza invited Jellal to join Fairy Tail. He's currently considering the offer and isn't too enthusiastic about it. But if the guild was willing to accept Gajeel destroying the guild and stapling Shadow Gear to a tree, Jellal's not too far from being accepted by the guild. Not because Tower of Heaven isn't objectively worse. Because if the one person in the guild hurt by his actions is willing to accept him, no one else has any reason to reject him. Especially considering she might become the next guild leader if Makarov dies (again).

And all the while, they genuinely get flustered at the idea of being in a relationship with each other. The notion of a Jerza romance is treated as all but a certainty by characters familiar with them multiple times in canon, including the the past few chapters we’ve got from the sequel. As far as I can tell, no one operates under the assumption this ship isn't happening. Nothing has convinced me this shouldn't be the case.

What can I say of Nalu in this regard?

It's one thing if I question whether or not Nalu will happen. I've never seriously liked it and have outright said it won't and shouldn't happen multiple times for multiple reasons. In years past, I probably would point to that and call it a day. But, if there’s any benefit to being away for the past few months, I’ve had time to justify something crazy.

For the past few years, Nalu fans have questioned if the ship will happen. People who like the ship genuinely wonder if Mashima will make the ship happen or if they're right to doubt its prospects. I've seen this all over the internet, not just here on Tumblr. It’s a question people bring up on Reddit. It’s mentioned in places like Youtube and Twitter.

And as much as people will reassure them that it's going to happen, this isn't true of the other ships in the Big 4. As a fandom, we're convinced Jerza will happen. We're convinced Gruvia will happen. No matter how people feel about them, I don't see anywhere near as many people questioning these ships happening as Nalu. Gajevy's already happened, and we know how that's supposed to go.

And, to be honest, this has been amazing to notice. Going from everyone taking Nalu for granted to seeing the whispers of Nalu not being as possible genuinely makes me feel so vindicated. When I made my big post about Nalu years back, I was terrified someone would tell me I was wrong and tear down my post as idiotic. If I were to remake that post now, I'd have so much fewer worries making the post. Even making the sequel to that post after Mashima’s supposed positive comments about Nalu at NYCC was so much easier knowing they weren’t meant to be.

It's almost a shame that I've all but run out of things to say about the ship. At this point, there's not a whole lot else for me to say but "I told you so, idiots" to the people who doubted me and those who agreed with me. It's not unlikely that something new will happen that requires me to talk about Nalu between now and Mashima's final decision on the ship. Something always comes up, be it a moment or something in fandom. Some Nalu fans may reply to my posts, and I'll answer them. But nothing to change how we all view Nalu will likely happen for some time.

Is Nalu possible? Yes, Nalu can still happen as long as Mashima's still writing the series. I don't think that a canonized Nalu will look anywhere near as interesting as the fandom wants to believe it would be. However, it's not as if Nalu is entirely impossible. I said that when I made my first long post about Nalu. (I didn't in the sequel because I figured the series was over.) I said that when we learned Mashima didn't plan the ship originally. I still believe that now, despite everything that I've said.

While nothing is set in stone, I'll enjoy all the salt from the Nalu fandom.

#fairy tail #anti nalu #i'm back!#well kind of #i'll start posting a bit more soon #i've got a lot to catch up with #few things #one: play hi-fi rush #two: watch the new spiderverse #three: i haven't caught up with the ez anime #four: mashima needs to slow down #five: my work situation has been a mess #but how are you doing?

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zal-eska · 2 years

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Reunion

Summary: Gray comes home from the 100 Years Quest. (Gruvia oneshot)

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Gray walked with his team through the dark and quiet town of Magnolia. They had finally completed the 100 Year Quest and immediately headed for home, hoping to make it to the guildhall before their friends had gone to sleep.

Nevertheless, they arrived in the dead of night. 4:30am to be exact. No one awake other than their group.

They reached the end of the straight path. To the right would lead to Lucy’s apartment and Gray’s house further on up. The right led to Fairy Hills.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you guys in the morning,” Lucy yawned and started making her way along the familiar canal path, Natsu and Happy sleepily following suit.

“Goodnight you lot,” Erza said quietly and headed left towards Fairy Hills with Wendy and Carle.

Gray stood where he was, quite literally at a crossroads. His heart was racing and his eyebrows were tight. He clenched his fist before he spoke.

“Hey, Erza?”

The girl in question turned around to face him with a frown and making a noise of acknowledgement.

“Is everything alright, Gray?” Wendy spoke up, taking a few steps towards him.

“Please do not tell me you’ve lost your house keys while we were gone,” Erza said stoically and placed her head in her palm, ready for him to state the worst.

He looked up towards them with a small, but nervous smile.

“Do you mind if I come with you to Fairy Hills?” He asked softly, knowing it would be a controversial question but he was willing to fight his case.

“Sorry, Gray. But you know the rules,” Erza spoke sternly back to him, and Carle nodded in agreement with her arms crossed, flying on the spot between the two girls.

“I know that, it’s just..” He trailed off, silently thanking whichever deity looked over him in this moment for Natsu not hearing what cheesy line he was about to say. “I haven’t seen Juvia in so long and I was really hoping to see her when we got back.”

His face was glowing red and he lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. He broke eye contact with the girls to look at the high stone wall beside them. He was hoping Erza would read between the lines of his words, after all she was the one always telling him to tell Juvia how he feels.

“I see. Maybe just this once I can take exception to the rules,” his head shot back to look at her. She had a soft, knowing smile on her face as she looked back at him. “Come on then.”

She turned back to walk along their path home.

A tired silence fell over his female teammates, only broken by Wendy letting out a small yawn every so often. He felt guilty for being so fidgety while they were clearly out of energy. The thought of seeing Juvia again had a weird amount of adrenaline going through him.

The closer they got to the lone building, the faster his heart rate got. It took everything in him not to snatch the key off Erza and unlock the door faster so he could get inside and see Juvia, even if his plan was just to look at her sleep for a second and then crash on her couch.

Once the door was opened and they were welcomed by the warmth of the girls’ dormitory, Erza, Wendy and Carle muttered their goodnights and headed off to their respective rooms. While walking he noticed Erza’s hand reach out and subtly point to a door on her left, indicating the room she knew he would be looking for.

Taking a deep breath and grabbing the straps of his bag, he took the few steps forwarded to get to Juvia’s door. He tried his best to not make a noise while moving the door knob, cringing at every small creak the door hinges made.

He quickly slid through the door and softly shut it behind him. He looked around the dark dorm room, squinting to make sure he didn’t trip or walk into anything while he walked around in the darkness.

He made his way to the side of her bed where Juvia was lying flat on her back, arms dramatically splayed above her head, blue wavy hair spread out and her mouth open as she let out soft breaths. She looked peaceful. And so beautiful.

He smiled at the sight and before he could stop himself he bent over a little to place a hand on her cheek. Touching her skin for the first time in so many months took a huge weight off his shoulders.

Huffing out a soft breath, he righted himself and turned away, heading toward the tiny blue sofa he walked past to get to her. He didn’t want to assume he could lay with her just yet, she could get awkward at the smallest of acts of affection from him.

He placed his heavy bag down on the ground beside her coffee table and stretched his back out in relief. While his arms were stretched above his head he felt two smaller arms make their way around his waist from behind.

“It’s really you,” he heard Juvia whisper from behind. “I thought it was a cruel dream.”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied and turned in her arms. Resting one hand on her head and the other on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. “I’m home.”

Juvia’s grip on him tightened. He smiled at the top of her head before pushing her shoulders back a little.

“Please tell me you have working lights,” he heard her giggle a little and caught a glimpse of her smiling face as she scooted to the nearest lamp in her room.

She turned on a small warm lamp on top of her dresser and squinted slightly at the sudden light. However, her face immediately lit up with a wide smile as she saw Gray’s face for the first time that night. She let out a signature squeal and launched herself at him with full force.

He caught her with arms around her waist as hers were almost strangling his neck.

“Welcome home,” she happily sang into his ear. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her off her feet in process and making her laugh.

He chuckled as he set her down again and leaned back a little to get a look at her properly.

He opened his mouth to speak, his brain almost shutting off at the mere sight of her. His mind raced with thoughts of how beautiful she was, how much he had missed her, and all the feelings he had been keeping to himself. How the hell would he even begin his confession to her after all these years.

He needed to just turn his mind off and speak from the heart. Like Erza always said for him to do with Juvia. Taking in a deep breath before speaking again he shut his brain off of all thoughts that weren’t Juvia before starting his confession.

“Juvia Lockser,” he began, her face blushing at the seriousness of his tone. “Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widened at his words and her arms loosened.

Oops, that wasn’t what I was supposed to say!

He stared back at her, also in shock at his words. He meant to confess that he was in love with her, not ask her to marry him!

“What?” She managed to breathe out. He could feel her hands tremble at his neck.

Well, there’s not going back now, so I may as well finish this.. he thought to himself.

He let go of her and grabbed both of her hands in his, never breaking eye contact. Suddenly, he was a lot more nervous than he originally was.

“You are the love of my life. Everything I’ve been working towards these past few years has all been for you, so I can protect you with everything I have. So I could be confident enough in myself to know that I’m good enough for you.” He kept his voice steady as he slowly lowered himself onto one knee in front of her, her face still blank with shock.

“Will you please marry me, Juvia?” He swallowed hard, looking up at her nervously.

A few seconds passed and she was still looking down at him in pure shock, before she moved her thumb over some of his fingers and gave him a small smile, which turned into a giggle.

��Of course I will,” she said softly, as if she couldn’t believe what she was saying. As if she was the one that accidentally proposed instead of saying a simple ‘I love you’.

“Oh, thank god,” Gray breathed out, not realising he had been holding his breath while waiting for her answer. He subtly let out some magic from his right hand and onto her left ring finger before scooping her up into his arms once again.

She laughed and peeled herself back, while still being wrapped up in his arms.

“I love you, Juvia.” He said earnestly, finally getting the correct words out.

“I love you too.” She smiled at him widely. “A very interesting confession, Gray-sama. Very us though, Juvia has always dreamed of being your wife, even my fantasies skipped the girlfriend part.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I promise I’ll buy you a real ring soon. This one won’t melt though.”

She looked at her hand and saw a thin ring with a small ice heart in place of what would be a gemstone on her finger. She smiled up at him, her usual smile that held all the love in the world.

He smiled back at her before feeling her tug his head down towards hers and placing their lips together. Her arms were tight around his neck while their lips moved together, he placed a hand on the back of her hand to keep her close and the other on her hip.

They kissed deeply for countless minutes, stopping briefly to peck at each other’s lips from laughing too much. For the first time in what felt like forever, Gray was truly happy.

“So, you’re moving in with me tomorrow, right? Erza said I could only break the rules this one time to come see you,” he spoke between kisses as they slowly made their way to Juvia’s bed.

“Of course, dear,” she unwound her arms and climbed under the thick blankets and dragged him in with her by the hand. “Juvia is so excited to see everyone’s reactions tomorrow.”

She moved her hand, making the ice ring look like it was sparkling in the soft light of the room. He slid one arm under her neck and lay on his side to look at her.

“Yeah, the party tomorrow is going to be pretty insane,” he said, affectionately watching her admire the make-shift ring.

Juvia moved so she was facing him, and placed a hand on each of his cheeks. He immediately moved his neck forward to place a soft kiss on her lips and moved his hand up to sit on her hip.

“Juvia didn’t think you would ever be this affectionate,” she said smugly against his lips, before slightly pulling back so their foreheads were touching.

“Yeah, well, get used to it,” he huffed and rolled onto his back. He worked his feet to kick off his boots before really settling into her bed.

She giggled and moved to place her head on his chest. Her newly decorated left hand against his guild mark. They shortly fell asleep, preparing themselves for a full day of varying celebrations the next day.

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