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Ivan's "I'm not over him" era vs "Guess I'll die" era

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freak behaviour fr

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Cure

After see round 6 .I'm so pain 🥹

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how do i do this app again

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brooo what's up with my old postss, I was really crazy over juvia fam

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bro it's been a while since I downloaded this app

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Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked || Trash of Count’s Family (백작가의 망나니가 되었다) Animatic

lezgoooo, this was hella fun to do and i want more fan content so might as well join in making em

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Juvia’s fucking strong !!

It came to my attention that a lot of people think Juvia’s weak becuase she didn’t have many fights in the series 💀 Imma just have to make a list on why she’s strong as fuck

In the Grand Magic Games, Juvia faced Aquarius, Lucy’s strongest fucking spirit and was on par with her. Not to say Lucy is weak, but if Juvia can handle Lucy strongest spirit with hardly any trouble, she’s stronger than her lol. Lucy having star dresses doesn’t really change this fact, star dresses just serves the purpose of Lucy not having to sit back behind her spirits and instead can do things herself. This doesn’t change the magical ability of the spirits themselves.

Natsu was impressed that Aquarius could handle Juvia. This just shows how powerful Natsu thinks Juvia is.

Juvia scared Erza. Can y’all please tell me another time where Erza looked that terrified?? I can’t think of any.

Gray considered Juvia an equal and even struggled to beat her. Tbh if Juvia really wanted to beat gray (the first time) she honestly might have. I think if they had a legitimate fight, it would’ve ended the same as Erza vs. Laxus where they both were drained of magic (the first time !!).

Juvia was the top 3 strongest members of phantom lord. It was said that Gajeel and the Element four were the top 5, but Juvia, Aria, and Gajeel were the last ones standing. Plus Juvia said that Aria and herself were the strongest members of the element four.

Juvia killed a demon that didn’t even have a physical body, she shocked the other demons as well. She was also the first one out of Natsu, Gajeel, and herself to kill a demon.

Minerva took advantage of Juvia being distracted to kick her out of the naval battle becuase she was the only one that was actually a threat. Minerva knew she couldn’t beat Juvia normally in her own element.

Juvia also took out 3 (?) people from the Naval battle with one move.

Makarov picked Juvia for the S class trials after her only being a member for a short time, he didn’t even pick Gajeel or Lucy.

Master also chose her to be a part of team B, and the winning Fairytail team.

She fought Gray twice and both times gave him a hard time, even while he was in his devil slayer mode. I think Gray became stronger than Juvia after becoming a devil slayer, but the fact that she could still handle him shows her capability.

Gajeel considers her an equal and can fight by her side. Gajeel, who is equally as strong as Natsu.

Mashima said himself she is the third strongest girl in the guild, followed closely by Cana.

In the tower of heaven, Jellal’s guards were having the most trouble beating her because of her water body.

Gray, Natsu, and Lucy probably wouldn’t have been able to enter the tower of heaven without Juvia’s water magic either.

Juvia also overwhelmed Meredy, Meredy who was giving Erza a hard time to beat.

Her body is also made out of fucking water bro. Her only weakness is steam.

People say Juvia is “weak” cuz she didn’t have any drastic power ups throughout the series like Lucy or Wendy. Juvia didn’t have any insane power ups cuz she was strong to begin with... Similar to Erza, Mira, or Laxus, who’s magical ability hasn’t changed very much since the beginning becuase they were already strong.

Currently can’t think of anything else but, add on as you like!

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Gray, waking up: W-where am I?

Erza, sarcastically: Heaven.

Gray: Huh.

Gray: So where's Juvia?

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Rare pair week

Friendships and regrets

Pairing: Gajeel x Juvia (Gajuvia, Gavia, Guvia..?)

Summary: Gajeel and Juvia think back to the old days in the Phantom Lord guild and about how their friendship has developed.

A/N: I love this two and their relationship, although I don't really see them in a romantic way so this story is focused on their friendship. Hope you guys like it :)

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Juvia had a soft smile on her face watching her best friend interact with the guild members. She was worried at first, there's no denying that. Gajeel always found it hard to open up to new people and he didn't exactly look like the friendliest person to engage with either. So really, it was natural for her to be worried.

But watching him now, the way he was teasing Jet and Droy, laughing along with Levy, it filled her with happiness.

It felt like it has just been yesterday when she first met the iron dragon slayer. She still remembered that day perfectly.

Years ago in the Phantom Lord guild

It was another gloomy day in the Phantom Lord guild. Juvia herself hasn't been with them for too long, still learning about the guild herself. But she wasn't the newest member anymore. Their master had proudly announced that someone new had joined their guild, a dragon slayer. The excitement was high and everyone grew impatient waiting to learn about the newest member.

What noone had expected was for the new member to be a child, not much older than Juvia. Glaring at them with red eyes was Gajeel, the iron dragon slayer.

It became clear very fast that Gajeel didn't intend to interact with others much. He always sat by himself, munching on anything made out of iron. Juvia had heard the rumors about him, that apperantly he was raised by a dragon who just abandoned him one day. She heard the things the other members would whisper each other, some just gossiping, others just being rude and judging.

Juvia knew what it was like. She had been judged her entire childhood. People would avoid her, talk about her behind her back, misjudge her. She had lived a lonely life thanks to those kind of people. Looking at Gajeel she decided to make a change and approach him.

While the boy had rejected her attempts on starting a conversations at first, he started being less stubborn with time. When the anniversary of the dragons disappearance came up, Juvia joined Gajeel on his search, surprising the dragon slayer and earning his trust. With time their bond grew. They helped each other out and teached each other things. It was Juvia who teached the boy how to swim after he admitted to her that he couldn't swim why he was afraid of going in the water.

Two lonely kids had finally found someone to rely on and to trust. But then, things started changing. The kids grew up and the guild became darker. Juvia was assigned to the elite group of the Phantom Lord guild, leading to her taking on long and hard missions. Gajeel became the masters right hand, doing all the work for him. The two barely saw each other anymore and eventually their friendship turned into a memory. From there one, things started getting worse. Not having anyone left to hold her to her humanity, she started getting cold, more distant, more a ghost in a shell rather than a person. Her relationship failed, her friendships broke and she become nothing more than a puppet for the master to use.

Gajeel had seen the changes in his best friend. That girl wasn't the Juvia who helped him on his search to find his dragon, who reached him how to swim, who broke down his walls and forced a way into his life. He could tell she was losing her grip on life, he had warned the master several times, but it didn't matter. He didn't care and Gajeel couldnt either. He couldnt risk showing a weakness so instead he watched his best friend break.

Back in the present

Gajeel glanced over to where his best friend was standing. The water mage was laughing about something Gray was saying. He could see the joy in her eyes, the way she smiled, the way she held herself. Juvia had definently changed. He was happy for her, she did deserve to find this: Friends, family, a home, happiness.

He still didn't forgive himself for the way he let her break. It was a burden he would forever carry with him. And even though he would never tell him, he was grateful for Gray. Because if it wasn't for him, he would have lost his best friend a long time ago.

That day Gajeel made a promise. From now on he will always be there for his best friend, even if it means he has to listen to her ramble on about her love for Gray for hours. He won't let her fall into that dark pit again. He wasn't there for her once, he won't make the same mistake again. From now on, things were going to be different.

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Juvia: Gray-Sama can you-

Gray: yes

Juvia: Juvia didn't even finish

Gray: I don't care

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Erza: We should invest in an army of llamas.

Makarov: Why?

Erza: 1) They spit. Which is a very good weapon against people.

Erza: 2) We can ride on them. Also very useful for battle.

Wendy: 3) They're soft and we can put hats on them.

Makarov: Let's do it.

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storm warning

My first ft genderbend!!

To distract myself from the x-men au

And my requests

And my

Horrifying

Collection

Of

1

Gazillion

AUs

 (mainly gruvia, but nalu jerza gajevy all my basic ships get included)

seriously u guys would be frightened by my secret stash of AUs im gonna hide now

I don’t know.

I guess some people could call this a minor setback.

I tend to normally look at things with a sort of ‘glass half empty’ view, but honestly life has just kind of thrown the ultimate shit at me and I’m kind of just at the stage of ‘well shit I give up’.

And really, standing here, staring at the horrifying wreckage of where I used to live, all I can think of is how badly I want to eat a taco.

And cry.

But mostly tacos.

Everyone around me is crying. It smells like rain, burnt house, and tears.

I know what you’re thinking.

Dammit Greya, you burnt your fucking house down.

Well no. That’s not it at all. Nope.

The only reason it really smells like fire is because of the electrical outlets that got completely rekt by the storm.

Yes, the ‘storm’. It’d been an odd season for us.

I’m just gonna throw this out there early on, I hate Kansas.

I just hate it. A majority of it’s a trash bin, and the other half is completely and totally smashed by the terrifying freak of nature that is the twister.

Fabulous.

And anybody who purposely decides to live here is either crack shit crazy or too poor to leave.

I like to think I’m somewhere in the middle.

Anyways. My foster parents, Karen and Lee, both lost their house. (otherwise known as, the pile of sawdust and splinters I’m currently staring at) and now I’m two shits less than homeless.

Of course, Karen and Lee were more than happy to help provide for basic needs, but until they got the insurance funds and blah blah blah, I was going to be staying in the home.

Basically the teenage orphanage.

It’s the fucking hard knock life.

First day of school.

Sorta.

Karen and Lee had me home schooled, it wasn’t like I’d never been to school, I just hadn’t been there in…a while.

By State law I’m supposed to be a junior, so I guess I’m now an eleventh grader, after a reentry into a different school system via my best cop friend Igneel.

But I think the real problem here is that I’m awake at six in the bloody morning and probably look like I just got run over by a garbage truck that was on fire.

Not that it made much of a difference.

I guess I could be considered cute. But certainly not pretty. There were many a folk who beat me out in the pretty department.

I had straight black-ish blue-ish hair that went a little past my shoulders, dark colored eyes (there’s really no other way to explain the color) and I was fairly skinny.

Talk about average. I may as well be a walking advertisement for things nobody wants to be.

Whatever. Not like I was trying to impress anyone.

Today was kind of warm. I don’t know, it was always warm after tornadoes. Sort of like a ‘haha, fuck you guys and your wrecked houses, here’s some sunshine!’

Fuck you Mother Nature.

The school was big-ish. Stretched across two parking lots, decked out in dented crap cars that got bought with crack money and trashy motorcycles that took up like three parking spaces.

Damn. If there was ever a bunch of assholes, they more than likely go to this school.

I trudged up the front steps, loosely examining the schedule they had shoved in my face a week prior.

Lithuanian. It was all fucking Lithuanian. What the hell does 2B even mean? Do they honestly expect me to understand this shit?

My question was answered when someone moved me to the side along with the polite bidding of ‘move over dipshit’.

Real nice. Real nice kids.

I averted my gaze to the floor as I walked towards the main office, the only place I knew how to get to.

The principal here was one weird ass motherfucker.

Principal Vermillion was his name, and he sniffed me the first time I came for registration.

Yeah I’m 99% positive that this school has a major blow-dealing problem.

Right at that moment, some dude with wavy teen heart throbbish blonde hair walked past me, fucking letterman jacket and all. Well if he didn’t just stroll out of fucking Clueless.

Oh I’m so fucked. I’m so fucked, I’m royally fucked on a fucking cake.

“Hey.”

I looked up, almost giving myself whiplash to see a chick with pink hair (?) smiling at me like I was her vibrator.

Ew, gross…I regret that simile…yuck…

“Hey.” I returned, not even trying to hide my obvious discomfort.

“You’re…new. Need some help?” She asked. Well, it wasn’t really an ask, because a second after she asked she ripped my schedule out of my hands and pointed me in the right direction.

“You got O’Connor. Just follow the BLONDE DIPSHIT!” She yelled out, just enough so that letterman jacket douchebag could turn around and flip her off.

“I’m Nashi, by the way.” (fem natsu)

“Rey.” I said, before subtly following blondie to my class.

Ew, Rey. I know, it sounded like I was named after a fifty year old trucker, but I liked it a hell of a lot better than Greya.

The blonde dude (who, by the way, had hair that was way too long for a dude) walked into an open classroom, no doors, which was weird.

The second thing I noticed was the lack of overall adult supervision. There was a good ‘ol fashion tonsillectomy going on in the corner of the room, a few kids smoking…I’m positive that water bottle is not filled with water…

I sat down towards the front, considering all the seats in the back were taken. Mostly by losers.

The person I ended up sitting next to looked sketchy enough. She had long, midnight black hair pulled back into a sharp ponytail to accompany the piercings dotting her face.

She was actually quite pretty. Intimidating, but pretty.

She didn’t say anything to me. Thank god. The last thing I needed was a chatty Cathy to talk my ear off during class.

If…you know…class ever even starts.

“Do you have gum?”

Ah. She speaks.

“Nope.” I popped the p like the gum that the other girl so desired.

She made a grumbling sound before plunging her face into her sleeve.

Guh. This is brutal. I don’t remember public school being this bland.

Some girl sat next to me.

Get this shit: she had a fucking sick ass tattoo on her face. And blue fucking hair.

Well, if I’ve ever seen a free spirit, it’d be her.

“Jill, wake up.” She said, referring to the sleeping girl next to me.

“Shut the fuck up Ella.” She groaned. (get it. gajill and ellal? heeheueheuenenuhuh its midnight why am i here)

“Where’s Lya? She’s usually here before us.” Ella asked.

“Who cares? Got any gum?” The sleepy girl inquired.

“Yeah. Who’s your…friend?” Ella asked, gesturing to me while flipping a piece of gum at Jill.

“I’m Rey.” I introduced blankly.

“What brings you to hell?” She asked jokingly. Maybe jokingly. I don’t really know anymore.

“Uh…my guardians wanted a change of pace.” I lied.

“Really? In the end of the year?” She asked, referencing the fact that it was late February and most definitely an odd time to jump the boat for school.

“Guess so.” I retorted.

A girl with ice blonde hair and the same ‘dammit I hate everyone’ face sat next to Ella.

“Hey Lya. This is Rey.” Ella introduced. (female lyon pronounced like leah)

“Whoa. Did you just start coming here?” She asked disbelievingly.

“Yeah.” I mumbled.

“Huh. What’d you guys lose?” She asked, switching the topic at an unnatural speed.

“My shed. Totally ruined, and my dad was super pissed.” Jill answered. They must have been talking about what they lost in the storm….

“Got lucky. Just a few branches here and there,” Ella answered while taking notes in her text book.

“Mm. We lost my bedroom window.” Lya said sadly.

I didn’t notice they were all waiting for my answer until one of them awkwardly cleared their throat.

“Oh. Uh…” Think fast, dipshit… “We lost my dog.”

Their jaws all dropped open and began to make whimpering noises.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Oh my god, that’s horrible.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, trying to sound somber. I’ve never had a dog once in my life, the only dog I’ve ever met bit me in the ankle and now all I have to show for it is a pretty wicked scar.

“Well…if you’re going to go to school with us, you’re going to want to know a few things,” Lya said, paying more attention to her cuticles than to me.

“Ok…” I said lamely. Don’t really know how to answer that.

“Them, over there, are the tools. Stay away from them if you want your brain cell count above the negatives.” She pointed to a corner of about three guys playing stab the textbook with the pencil, and I spotted blondie letterman jacket in the group as well.

“And that tool is Ella’s boyfriend.” Jill pointed to one of  the ‘tools’ who had dark red hair, and was plenty attractive.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Ella said hotly, but was ignored by her friends.

“Those are the weed kids. Pretty self explanatory.” Lya nodded towards a group of kids tightly knit into a circle with a dangerous amount of pot smell emitting from them.

“Those kids are kind of smart, socialization with them is fairly safe.” Lya added, gesturing to the kids sitting in the front opposite our row.

I tried to ignore how she was clearly portraying this school as a jungle, but it was pretty hard when she was so blatantly calling them out.

“Ok.” I said blankly, noticing that she had paused before continuation.

“There’s those girls back there, you see them? Giggling hysterically at everything that the tool boxes do? Yeah, they’re just as dumb, if not more so, than the tools themselves. Steer clear.” Lya warned.

“Got it.” I said tersely.

“And then there’s us. We don’t do much.” Jill admitted, snapping her gum in her mouth annoyingly.

“Sounds awesome.” I said truthfully. Not doing much sounded like manna from heaven.

“Yeah, welcome aboard!” Ella high fived me before her attention was drawn back to her textbook.

Apparently, this was a Lit. class. Lya informed me that we had been studying some Chaucer and Shakespeare, shit like that.

The teacher finally arrived (forty minutes late) so there was only about eight minutes of actual teaching before the bell rang, dismissing us to our next class.

“Where’s this?” I asked, pointing to my second class of the day.

“Oh, you’ll want to take a left by those lockers, and then go all the way down the hall and that’ll be it. See you later Rey!” Ella called out, taking a right at the hallway and leaving me to my stupid unreadable schedule.

Ok…left by the lockers…

I walked past the main office, hopefully to find the hall that Ella had informed me of, when Principal Vermillion made his appearance of the day.

He was storming out of his office, looking like he was about to hand out some detentions.

Weird…it looks like he’s coming towards me.

I looked behind me. To my relief, a group of kids with cigarettes were not far behind me.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice firey and posture bent out of shape.

Wait, is he talking to me?

I turned around and started walking past the office again, positive that he wasn’t talking to me, but, to my horror, he followed me.

“Excuse me ma’am,” he pulled out in front of me and I had to stop short to keep from running into him.

“What?” I asked, a lot ruder than I initially hoped.

“Are you aware of the school dress code?”

I looked down to see what I was wearing. Jeans and a tank top.

“Uh…always wear clothes?” God dammit Rey you fucking idiot.

He rolled his eyes, antagonized by my sass.

“Your outfit is inappropriate for school.”

Is he joking? There are literally kids smoking over there, and I’m getting busted for…inappropriate clothing?

I fiddled with the hem of my tank top.

“This is inappropriate?” I asked, not bothering to hide my disbelief.

“You must have sleeves on school ground.” He reaffirmed.

“Well I don’t have any sleeves.” I said blandly.

“Then I guess you’ll have to-”

“Hey, what’s going on here?”

Both of us turned to see a dude, (who, by the way, looked like he would most definitely be sorted into Lya’s group of ‘tools’) walking towards us.

“Nothing of your concern, Mr. Loxar.” The principal said sourly. These two obviously have some tension going.

He scanned me up and down, dark blue eyes lit up like he’d just won the lottery.

“Oh, I see what’s going on here.” He said, chuckling like my situation was hilarious. He then proceeded to take off his jacket.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, confused by his stripping.

“Helping you out, dear.” He laughed, handing me his jacket. At first I was confused. What the hell was I supposed to do with this.

But then I got it.

I slipped on his jacket begrudgingly, it smelt like rain, and storm. Like the few minutes before a tornado would hit.

The principal’s face went bright red.

“Well…you…that’s…”

“Bye.” I said, to both of them.

You might be thinking, how rude! And to that, I would say that you are right.

The jacket was nice. It was made of stretchy material, a sports jacket, but still soft. The name Loxar was stitched into the sleeve. A part of me wanted to keep that jacket, because of the scent and how soft it was, but the other part of me reminded myself that this was some random kid’s jacket and if I really wanted to consider thievery I should start with a car, or something worth value.

“Hey, wait up…”

Damn. Just about to get away with the jacket…

I stopped so the kid could catch up with me. I mean, he did technically save me from weirdo principal guy, I guess I owed him that much.

He stood in front of me, checking me out. Not in the creepy way, but more like if he was trying to remember who I was.

He was tall, taller than me. Well-built, with blue hair and blue eyes to match (I admit, I’m totally jealous) a plain white shirt (with stupid sleeves) and jeans.

He was pretty good looking. Like, good looking enough to be way out of my league.

“What’s your name?” He asked, after coming to the conclusion that he had never seen me before.

Man, I was sick of telling people my name.

“Rey.” I said.

“Juvian.” He said. Wait, is that his name? What in the name of god were his parents thinking?

“That’s a stupid name.” Dammit, shut your damn mouth Rey!

His eyes widened a bit, before laughing. “Yeah, most people call me Vian.”

It was still stupid, but I decided to clamp my mouth shut because I really shouldn’t be making enemies this early on.

“Uh…you can have your jacket back…” I said, begrudgingly unzipping the front zipper.

“Nah, you take it.” He said, holding his hands out to symbolize that he wanted me to have it.

Haha, score! Free clothes!

“Uh…thanks. See ya!” I said. What? I can’t help that I’m rude, it just sort of…happens.

“Wait.” He said. Well, more like commanded.

Ugh. I can’t believe I actually stopped. If he hadn’t just given me his super soft jacket, I would’ve turned around and kicked him in his vagina.

He raised a single dark blue eyebrow, like he absolutely couldn’t figure me out. Great. I’ve said a grand total of like, five words to this guy, and he already hates me.

“I’ll see you.” He finally said, before turning around and walking the other way.

What the fuck? That kid must be doing some major blow.

But something about the way he said it kind of gave me shivers. Like there was a totally separate meaning to the words ‘I’ll see you’.

Weird. Weird weird weird. Public school was shaping up to be an even worse natural disaster than any tornado I’ve been through.

And I really wish I would’ve gotten a storm warning.

w0w. that was even trashier than i thought. i guess that’s what i get for staying up till oh god thirty writing this.

i might make this multichap, depending on how much feeback I get. So let me know on a scale of shit to alright

also I kind of picture fem gray to look like misaki ayuzawa

byeee

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this has kind of a lack of juvia - I apologize. mostly grayllal bonding :)

italics is texting, btw

To: Jellal

jellal

 To: Jellal

jeLLAL

 To: Jellal

JELLAL

 To: Jellal

JEllaL

 To: Jellal

JELLALJELLALJELLALJELLAL

 To: Jellal

jellal pls

 To: Jellal

have u replaced me

 To: Jellal

jellal its ur loving baby sister

 To: Jellal

im dying

 To: Jellal

im pregnant

 To: Jellal

JELLAL I NEED UR INFINITE GUIDANCE AND WISDOM PLS

 To: Juvia

calm the hell down i am at work

 To: Jellal

IS THAT YOUR NEW SISTER’S NAME

 To: Juvia

Jesus Christ how high are u

 To: Jellal

like 5’4”

 To: Juvia

Smartass. What the fuck do u want

 To: Jellal

okok so for my date tonight, do you think I should wear my blue or black dress??? Blue kinda clashes w/my hair but black shows a lot of cleavage i need ur opinion as a man

 To: Juvia

What the fuck

 To: Jellal

wut

 To: Juvia

You have a date tonight??? With who???

 To: Jellal

Gray. Didn’t he tell u?

 To: Juvia

Ill talk to u later

 To: Jellal

wait but what dress should i wear   

 To: Jellal

jellal

  The second Jellal got off of his shift at the supermarket, he headed straight for his best friend’s house. He had a few…questions to ask.

Without knocking, Jellal barged into Gray’s house, moving directly for his room with a bone to pick.

“Hey! Dickweed! Get off your ass!” Jellal growled, ripping Gray’s blankets off of his back and kicking him in the chest.

“Gah! What the fuck, Jellal…what are you doing here?” Gray groaned, clutching his wounded abdomen in pain.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re going on a date with my sister?!?” Jellal roared, pushing him off the bed roughly.

“Oh…that.” Gray murmured, sitting up on the floor and looking at Jellal guiltily. “Did I not tell you about that?”

“No, you stupid bastard!” Jellal yelled, throwing a bible at Gray’s face. He was able to dodge the oversized book, but began fearing for his life. “Cancel the date right now!”

“No way!” Gray countered, climbing to his feet and using his elbows to block Jellal’s punches. “Chill out!”

“Not on your life, cancel the date or I’ll have no choice but to castrate you!” Jellal threatened, raising a pair of scissors threateningly. Gray had no idea where or when he had got those, but he knew that steering clear would be ideal.

“No! It’s a free country!” Gray shouted, jumping behind a couch and nimbly avoiding a swipe of scissors.

“Gray, stay off the furniture!” Gray’s mother called from the kitchen.

“Sorry mom, we’re just having a death battle, no biggie!” Gray shouted sarcastically.

“Well, keep out of the kitchen, I don’t want you making a mess. And Jellal, are you staying for dinner sweetie?”

“Not today Ur!” Jellal shouted, almost nicking a bit of Gray’s hair off his scalp.

“Watch it!” Gray called, holding the part of his head that had been swiped at.

“You watch it! Keep you and your errant wiener away from Juvia!” Jellal barked.

“Errant wiener? Jesus Christ, Jellal, it’s me. If anything, you’re the one with the errant wiener, you frickin’ perv! I’ve heard you talk in your sleep about Erza!”

Jellal fumed. He just had to drag his girlfriend into it, didn’t he?

“Shut the fuck up, you asswipe! Touch my sister in any way and I’ll grind your bones into baby powder!” Jellal said, dangerously angry.

“Look, look, look!” Gray said, waving his hands in front of his face to call a truce. “I’d never – ever – touch Juvia in a way that would upset Jesus. So just…you know…put those scissors down…that’s it…drop the weapon…” Gray eased.

“You’d better make that a promise,” Jellal growled lowly. Gray nodded solemnly.

“I promise – come on, man. We both know Juvia could probably beat me up…” Gray admitted, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck.

Jellal looked at him grimly, assessing his options.

“Alright,” he agreed gruffly, holding out his hand to seal the promise. Gray took it without hesitation.

“I’m glad you’re ok with this,” Gray said, before his smile began to slowly fade.

Jellal nodded at a hauntingly slow pace, tightening his grip on Gray’s hand at every passing second.

“Uh…you’re crushing my hand.”

“Just making sure you won’t be able to touch her.” Jellal said, before releasing his grip and breathing out.

“…so what is Juvia gonna wear?”

“I swear to god man. I swear to god.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Gray apologized with a tight laugh. Jellal barely moved, like a daunting statue he stared at Gray, like he was waiting for the opportune moment to gut him like a fish.

“Do you remember that time when Adam told Juvia she was fat?”  Jellal asked hollowly. Gray remembered quite well. Juvia had cried into his shirt because she was so  distraught. It was really sad, because Juvia wasn’t fat at all, she was perfect, to him anyways, but she had been really insecure about her weight at the time. The insult couldn’t have been more badly timed.

So Gray and Jellal’s natural reaction was to threaten to chop off his dick and hang it like a chandelier in the school hallway, and then they subsequently poured rotten apple juice (don’t ask – it just happens) into his gym locker.

It may have seemed a little bit excessive for one insult, but hey – it was Juvia – nobody messed with Juvia without repercussions.

“Yeah,” Gray swallowed at the memory, “I remember.”

Jellal poked him in the chest pressing hard and looking him in the eyes.

“Good.” He said thinly. “Then you understand what happens to those who cross me.”

Gray blanked at how cheesy the line sounded coming from Jellal, especially since he had helped out with the revenge plot in the first place. But he decided to let him have this, because Juvia was his sister, and he needed the reassurance, however repetitive that may be.

“Jellal,” he said, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll protect Juvia.”

To his surprise, Jellal smiled back. “Don’t protect her too much – that’s my job.”

Gray smiled, a full-blown one this time. “Thanks Jellal.”

Jellal tightened his smile. “Yeah? Well you better keep it in your pants then – I don’t want her having sex until she’s thirty.”

Gray nodded. “Noted.”

“And where are you guys going tonight? Is it a dangerous part of town?”

“Jellal – Jesus – calm down-“

“-make sure she gets home by eight.” Jellal concluded sternly. “I’m trusting you with her – you better not let me down.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Gray smiled.

“Good. Now here are my thirty-two rules about PDA-“

“Here we go…” Gray groaned.

rlly short but ooh well…

im gonna do some stinerva requests tomorrow probs, so yay back to writing :)

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these new requests were really refreshing!!! plus im always a slut for this headcanon, so here you go anon!! a tiny bit short and rushed, I wrote and edited in about 25 mins, but I hope u like it :)

“I’m…not following you.”

Gray sighed, sick of subtlety, and slipped a tiny black box out from his jacket pocket. It took Jellal a second and a half to recognize what he was doing, and another half a second to reject it completely.

“Whoa - no. We’re not doing this.” Jellal stated thickly, backing away with his hands in the air.

“Yes, we are-”

“No, no. Not today. I didn’t sign up for this.” Jellal said, running out of room to back away from Gray when he hit the wall behind him.

“Yes, today, Jellal, I have to ask you this-”

“I’m not gonna marry you. If that’s the question.” Jellal interrupted. Gray rolled his dark eyes, barely humored.

“Shut up, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later-”

“Not now. Nope. She’s too young.”

“She’s twenty-seven-”

“She’s a baby-”

“A grown woman-”

Jellal made an angry face and shook his head, trying to process the situation like an adult. Juvia - his younger by one year sister - had been dating Gray since late college, even though they had clearly liked each other before then.  Jellal had been slightly adamant to the idea of them being a couple, but he quickly got over it when Gray bargained to get him a date with Erza if he accepted him as a candidate for Juvia’s mate.

But this – he wasn’t ok with this.

Gray sensed the awkwardness of the atmosphere and put the box from hell back in his pocket.

“Look – I get that she’s your sister, and since your parents are gone, it’s your job to protect her – I get it. But, I’m asking you, because I-“ Gray cut himself off, adjusting position to look more authoritive and precise. “I…love her.”

Jellal cocked an eyebrow. He had heard through the grapevine – Erza that is – that Gray had trouble expressing his emotions, even to Juvia. To open up to him like this – it was a risky move, but he had been willing to take it. Jellal added this risk to the small, imaginative jar in his head of Gray’s good deeds.

“Now,” Gray looked up again after a few seconds of impromptu floor examination. “I want you to let me protect her.”

Jellal understood. He understood that Gray marrying Juvia would mean he’d hae to pass the torch down – he wouldn’t be the one Juvia would call at midnight from a broken heart and request Disney movies – he wouldn’t be the one to dig a pocket knife into some guy’s pick-up truck after he tried to cop a feel – it wouldn’t be his job anymore.

So the real question was – was Gray up to the task? Did he have what it takes to be there for her?

And was Jellal even ready to give up his position as bodyguard?

It was selfish of him to want Juvia to be safe forever, to be guarded from any sort of risk she could take. It was really selfish of him to want to keep her unmarried.

She wouldn’t be Juvia Fernandes anymore. And it scared the hell out of him.

“You love her,” he said hollowly, “huh.”

Gray took his leisurely approach with a sort of ungraceful-ness that was just…very Gray-like.

“Y-yeah.” He confirmed with a quick swallow. “I’m sure of it.”

Even Jellal could tell that he was scared, too. He was scared that he loved Juvia, he was scared to make her his and in all honesty he was probably scared of Jellal, too.

And he had every right to be.

At six foot four, Jellal stood almost an inch over Gray, and his protective older brother stereotype he wore like a religion was enough to send most boys, and girls, packing. Gray had managed the test of time, but could he pass the test of matrimony?

“This is a big step,” Jellal began, seriousness ebbing into his voice like ink. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Gray nodded, at first hesitant and tentative, but it evolved into something more sure and firm by about the third nod. “Positive.”

“How much did that ring cost?” Jellal asked, maybe to break the tension, maybe because he was curious to see how far he’d go to impress his sister. If it was too extravagant, he’d have doubts as to whether or not his advances to Juvia were sincere. If it was too simple – he’d suspect something along the lines of Gray being too cocky.

“’Bout 3500 dollars,” Gray admitted sheepishly, reaching into his pocket to retrieve said ring. Jellal held his hand out for him to stop – he wanted Juvia to be the first person to see that ring,

“And,” Jellal added, a hint of dangerousness reaching his tone. “You aren’t one of those creepily possessive guys who’ll keep Juvia away for the holidays, right?”

Gray shook his head. Jellal couldn’t help it – even while trying to maintain stoic-ness, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god,” he admitted, and Gray’s shocked face turned to curiosity.

Jellal let out an anxious laugh. “She’s my sister, y’know? The only one I’ve got.” He said. He hoped Gray could sense the deeper meaning that she was the only one he had – she was the only family left, for him.

Gray nodded slowly. So he did understand – that was refreshing enough.

“So…” Gray trailed off, like he was waiting for Jellal to say something. He was of course, waiting for permission. It was his job as Juvia’s older brother and protector to make sure that Gray wasn’t pulling any fast ones, and so far, he was acing every test.

“Well…you aren’t gonna break her heart, are you?” Jellal jokingly asked, even though on the inside he was dead serious. Juvia was fragile enough when it came to love, the last thing she needed was another guy to come along and burn her world to the ground.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Gray answered crisply. Jellal gave him a sideways smile.

“Then I guess I don’t have any problems with it, but,” Jellal held his finger up to signal a condition. “If you so much as harm a hair on her head, I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to sleep again.”

Jellal’s threat had an impact alright, he made it just vague enough that Gray would be forced to imagine scenarios where he wasn’t able to sleep – and there were many. It was an older brother’s duty to instill fear in the groom-to-be.

Jellal broke into a grin and Gray’s calculating eyes flitted back upwards.

“Treat her right, will ya?”

Gray returned the smile, hand still protectively resting on his jacket pocket where the ring resided.

“Now come here buddy.” Jellal raised his arms up to initiate a hug. Gray looked positively terrified.

“Come on, I’m not gonna bite…” Jellal hinted. Gray cautiously stepped forward and let Jellal embrace him awkwardly.

“I might accidentally knee you in the crotch, though.” Jellel muttered under his breath. Just as Gray was about to pull away in fear, the front door opened to reveal two people neither men wanted to run into.

“Gray-sama? What are you doing here?” Juvia asked, balancing a bag from Ulta on her hip.

“Jellal…are you…attacking him?” Erza asked suspiciously.

“Nope. Just a…manly embrace!” Jellal reassured, releasing Gray from his grip and smiling awkwardly.

“Right.” Erza mumbled flatly. Jellal offered her a goofy grin and she regarded it with that same you’re-an-idiot-but-I-love-you blush she wore so well.

“Um…Gray is here because he wanted a cake recipe…to surprise you.” Jellal offered Juvia a barely-there explanation, but, because it was Gray, and her brother, she took it with a smile.

“Y-yeah.” Gray added in, taking in Juvia’s appearance with a love-struck-fool smile. Jellal almost threw up.

“We bought wine!” Juvia showed off, holding up a dark green bottle with a mischievous smirk.

“Hit me, please.” Jellal begged, sneaking over to Erza and sliding his arm around her smooth waist.

“Mm, Juvia will go get glasses.” Juvia said, walking off th=o the kitchen, Gray following close behind to assist her.

“So, what went down here?” Erza asked, too invested to buy their cake story.

“I…might have a new brother.” Jellal said mysteriously, watching Juvia and Gray interact like the stupid lovestruck kids that they were.

“And you’re ok with that?” Erza asked playfully, knowing full well his protectiveness over his younger sister.

“Yeah,” he said with a small smile. “I just might be.”

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summary: Juvia Lockser ran away three times.

pairings: siblings! jellalvia, gruvia, protective older brother jellal…

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The first time, she was seven years old. Jellal was three years older than her, and at the time her phobia of the month was being eaten by a coyote, so naturally she asked her karate proficient brother to come along with her.

Jellal had been slightly bored that day, so he reluctantly agreed after she promised not to go into his room for a whole month.

They walked down the block to the Dairy Queen conveniently close to the house they were raised in. They bought matching chocolate dipped cones and let the ice cream drip down their chins in synch with the setting sun, reminiscing past escapades and counting cars that sped by.

It only took them an hour and a half to get bored and walk back home. They received a small scolding for their absence, but went to bed pumped full of chocolate nonetheless.

Those were the simpler days, and Jellal sometimes wished it would be that way once again.

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The second time, Juvia was fourteen and had been denied a cell phone for what seemed like the twenty-thousandth time.

Jellal noticed her anger with dull interest, she was but a hormonal teenager who was taking the first step in the long, horrifying journey that was high school.

He hadn’t anticipated her explosion however – perhaps it was a girl thing - and she stormed out of the house with fire in her eyes and stubbornness in her shoes.

About three hours and seven Modern Warfare asswhoopings later, Jellal decided to go after her.

He found her lingering on the roof of the warehouse where they kept sleds on the winter - something they both ought to have grown out of but refused to – so it technically wasn’t running away, but she wasn’t in the house, so it sort of counted.

She had been crying, her messy eyeliner which had yet to improve was smudged across her brow bone messily and ground into her sweatshirt sleeve. He ignored her haphazardly glare and sat down next to her, brushing pine needles off of his sneakers and sighing, a telltale indication that he was ready to listen, if she was ready to tell.

“Everybody has a phone but me.” She globalized, fisting her hands and lightly punching the hollow plastic shed.

“Pretty much.” He agreed, although his phone wasn’t really anything special in the first place.

“You’re not helping,” she glared.

“I didn’t come here to help.” He rationalized, handing her something he had been holding.

She peered into her hand to examine the object he had smuggled her.

“What…is this?” she pondered, rolling the item back and forth between her palms.

“Aw, come on. You know what it is.” He baited.

“Is this a walkie-talkie?” she deadpanned, holding the object like it was an ancient fossil.

“Yup. You remember? We used to take them to the children’s museum and interfere with other people’s signals.” He reminded.

“Where’s the other one?” She asked flatly.

He held up the walkie-talkie’s twin and pocketed it once more. Juvia raised a slightly-black eyebrow.

“So you can call me, when you need to call someone else. It’s a three-way call system. Completely foolproof.” Jellal strategized.

“Foolproof, huh?” She drawled, tapping the walkie-talkie against the warehouse roof testily.

“You bet. Mom won’t know what hit her. Watch this.” He began, retrieving his walkie-talkie and turning it to channel four. “Juvia?”

To humor him, she turned hers to the same station and held it up to her ear. “Jellal?”

He cleared his throat, like he was about to deliver the state of the union address. “Guess what?”

Juvia bit back a smile. “What?”

“I LOVE YOUUUUUU, BABY SISTER!”

She crackling sound of Jellal’s voice tenfold over the walkie-talkie almost fractured Juvia’s ear drum, and she hucked the ancient device at his face.

“Gross! I hate you, you crackbaby!” She pushed him in the direction of the edge of the shed, hoping that he might topple off and break a few limbs on the way down. Unfortunately, he stayed stationary, a cheesy grin plastered across his smug face.

“Let’s go home, I think dad hid a box of ice cream sandwiches in the freezer…”

“Aw, really? Neopolitan?”

“Is there any other flavor?”

“Good point. Let’s roll.”

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The third, and final time Juvia ran away, Jellal was not prepared.

She was too young. Only twenty-three years old, and he’d be damned to hell and back when he finally accepted it.

“Jellal, you look angry.” Erza, Jellal’s fiancé, pressed, tugging at his arm impaciently. He had no doubt in his mind that the frown on his face was visible, and he honestly didn’t give a shit.

“Yes, well – I have every right to be!” He sputtered, folding his arms together like a jealous toddler.

It was a good thing Erza had such a tight grip on him, because he really would’ve managed to sneak that shotgun in if it wasn’t for her snooping.

“Your sister is getting married – behave, dammit.” She growled. He wouldn’t have heeded her if she hadn’t have looked so good in that bridesmaid dress – deep purple did so much for her it was ridiculous.

But it didn’t change the fact that his tiny, itty-bitty baby sister, was being given away to another man.

“Jellal,” Erza repeated, “You promised her you wouldn’t freak out.”

Jellal gritted his teeth. Dammit – she was right, she had even bribed him with dark chocolate M&M’s. He had eaten every last piece the night before, stressing over the fact that that bastard Gray Fullbuster would have his disgusting hands all over his sister in a matter of hours.

That asshole didn’t deserve her. Even Gray himself had admitted it – but he still asked her to marry him, and she still agreed, more than happily.

“Stop looking so grumpy and assist the groom.” Erza instructed. Right – because he was a groomsman, to his knowledge, only because Juvia had requested it. What he and Gray had was barely beyond mild tolerance, on Gray’s part. What Jellal harbored for Gray was considered to be other-worldly hatred that originated from the depths of hell itself.

Jellal watched Gray get ready, fumbling with notecards and mumbling words under his breath repetitively over, and over again. Psh. If he really loved Juvia, he would’ve memorized them weeks ago.

“Hey,” Natsu, Gray’s best friend, asked him, minutes before the ceremony began. “You ready?”

Gray nodded nervously. “I am.”

Jellal bit the inside of his mouth until it bled.

Standing up at the altar and watching his sister walk down the aisle, absolutely breathtaking and everything an older brother didn’t want in a sister, was the most bittersweet thing he’d experienced to this point in his life.

She was happy – mind blowingly, spine-crumblingly happy, and he couldn’t stop it, not with all the threats, blackmail, and shotguns a brother could conjure up to frighten away possible suitors. He had lost, and she had won.

He would argue that he had let her win though, because despite his protective instincts, what mattered most was her happiness.

Gray, save a few nervous laughs and anxious stutters, seemed just as excited. If he had been anything less, Jellal would’ve had to kill him.

He made secret eye contact with Erza throughout the wedding vows as he listened closely, reminding himself that this would be him in a matter of months. Erza must’ve been thinking the same, because she was smiling wryly like she always did whenever they were on the same page.

And suddenly, with the words of a preacher, his sister became somebody else’s.

With a hardly appropriate for church kiss, Gray swept her away to the limo, completely forgetting about the rest of the guests in the swirly haze of being newlyweds. Typical kids. At the reception, people shared speeches and stories, and Jellal swirled his glass ambiguously, Erza’s hand never leaving his shoulder and his never leaving her waist. Juvia’s smile lit up the whole room.

Later into the night, surprisingly enough, jellal managed to snag th groom, alone.

With the few minutes he had before Juvia would inevitably find him and knee him in he balls for intimidating her husband, Jellal gave Gray a friendly shove against the wall and held him there.

“Listen up,” he started, praying that Erza would only be a few minutes in the bathroom. “You got three seconds to convince me that you’ll make her happy, or I make sure you’ll have no need to wear pants any longer.”

Gray gulped before speaking. “I love her.”

It was simple, and sweet, despite what Jellal would’ve liked to believe. He released him, his shoes hitting the floor with a plop.

“Fine,” Jellal warned, “but if I find out you’re nothing but talk, so help me god-“

“Jellal!”

Juvia’s wail of protest cut off his brotherly speech.

“What did you promise me about threats?” She asked sternly.

“…Not to.”

“Exactly. Did he hurt you?” She asked in a concerned voice to her spouse.

“He…heh, no. We’re all good. Brother-in-law” Gray explained, attempting to throw in a good-natured joke at the end.

“Don’t go there.” Jellal said flatly.

“Good.” Juvia nodded firmly. “Behave.” She pointed a finger at Jellal and looked around for Erza to enforce her ruling.

“Also, Gray, if you get my sister pregnant too early, I’ll strangle you to death with your own scrotum.” Jellal reminded.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Gray said with a nod.

“God, dammit Jellal, what’d I just say? C’mon, tell me-“

“I am behaving! It’s just a  word of warning!”

“Oh, shut up! You’re weirding everybody out, where in god’s name is Erza when you need her?” Juvia moaned, and like speaking of the devil, Erza surfaced from the bathroom, face unreadable.

“Erza! Thank god! Put a leash on him, will you?” Juvia begged, shoving Jellal’s arm into her hands.

“I will,” Erza said, voice whispery and very un-Erza like. “Also I’m pregnant.”

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