I tried to write Gruvia...
yeah...what am I doing I know...and a chapter fic at that (about 5-6 chapters, not too long)
but Gruvia is so cuuute~
also, rating! nothing this chapter but...eh, later

Fairy Tail (c) Hiro Mashima and cover belongs to Arya-Aiedail on dA~

"Gr—" Whatever Juvia was going to say is swept away by the force of Gray's kiss, making her step back and crash painfully into a wall.

She wants to cry out—in pain, because that hurts, it hasn't even been four days after the Great Mage Games or whatever that was called and has she really forgotten the name already—but it's Gray and Gray is kissing her and—

She doesn't return it, but doesn't fight it either, words ringing in her head.

"I don't."

Juvia still doesn't understand. Maybe Gray really doesn't love her—which will destroy her, tear her heart into shreds and that just can't be true—or he was...joking?

No, he wouldn't do something like that...

She had brushed it off like one anyway, but it still hurt.

"You—look at me, Juvia." He grips her shoulders, eyes set on Juvia's own with a somewhat dazed look. Juvia blinks and focuses, trying not to stare at his chest—he isn't wearing a shirt as usual, blue guild mark displayed proudly. "You. What's with you?"

"Uh, Juvia doesn't understand..."

"You look. Um. Distracted?"

"Oh. I'm sorry." Did Gray really kiss her? It seems more like a hopeless fantasy but here's Gray standing in front of her, right now—and oh God it's Gray.

"Hello? Juvia, Juvia." Her name sounds beautiful, a gentle melody, called with his voice, and she wants him to say it over and over again, the strong hands shaking her shoulders a warm weight against them. "Earthland to Juvia, can you hear me?" He laughs, an odd lilting sound.

She shakes her head, and lifts a hand to run it across Gray's cheek, confirming this was actually reality. Juvia notices a drunk Lucy slumped on Natsu's shoulder, who's also sloshed, in her peripheral vision—the entire guild can see them, can't they?

Wait. Gray. Had. Kissed. Her.

Somehow it's not as good as Juvia imagined; as a hopeless romantic, she'd wanted her first (with Gray) to be a gentle kiss, overflowing with love—what is she saying. A kiss is a kiss and that's that. "Wha—" Is it the high off surviving? Even if they didn't actually beat any of the dragons... "Are you…drunk?" she asks carefully.

"I'm drunk off you, Juvia!" Definitely drunk. Gray would never say something disgustingly cliché.

Something inside her breaks, something that wishes he was sober to actually feel it, remember it.

Gray leaves for a moment, getting another drink or two or three—there's no doubt he's absolutely smashed by now, after all it's celebration again, winning first place (and thirty million jewels!) is no easy feat—and when he comes back he's giggling, dragging the water mage down for another mind-blowing kiss, all tongue and touch and no emotion, no love.

The next morning Gray wakes up on the floor, sunlight warm on his back and cheek pressed against soft skin—what.

He sits up and blinks, terrified, and when his vision clears from the haze of sleep—his head is pounding, fucking hangovers—he sees the smooth skin of a stomach.

Juvia's stomach. Juvia's bare stomach.

Fuck.

Gray checks himself—they're both still wearing underwear, thank God, and he did not just stare at Juvia's panties (which are a sort of indigo, kind of like a night sky)—until he realizes that someone's hand is on his shoulder, which had shook him awake.

He knows that hand.

Gray freezes, then turns around slowly, dreading his next encounter.

It's Natsu. Of course it's Natsu. He has a devilish smirk pasted on his face—why did he decide to grow a brain now?

"So—"

"Say one word and you're dead."

"...sock."

"What? Have you finally burned your brain out?"

"I said a word. Whatcha gonna do about it?

"You—insulting me, Pinkie?"

"Yes, sparkle brain."

"Sparkle—you trying to pick a fight, fire freak?"

"Bring it on, freeze-face!"

They stand glaring at each other until Natsu seems to realize something, a fucking evil smile growing on his face, and whispers one word into Gray's ear.

"Juvia."

Gray immediately flushes scarlet and he shoves the Dragonslayer away from him, who starts cackling loudly.

Shut up, shut the fuck up—Natsu succeeds in waking up the rest of the guild with his insane laughter—it's fucking deafening, are you trying to break my eardrums—and Gray really wants to disappear.

Juvia rubs her bleary eyes, noticing her state of undress. She squeals, covering her chest with her arms and crossing her legs. "What...what's going on?"

"Dragneel. I will murder you." Gray captures that obnoxious face in a block of ice which is melted approximately 0.5 seconds later. He ignores him and turns to look at Juvia, who's managed to get her top on. His blush comes back full force at seeing her, and he looks away.

"Gray-sama..." Her face matches Gray's as she remembers the events of last night.

"I thought you wanted a fight, ice princess?" Natsu looks slightly more irritated now, bouncing around on the balls of his feet, beckoning with one hand. "Or you too busy making out?" Gray vaguely notices Erza—and Loke, what—behind him, still drowsy, and in the back of his mind he wonders if they also saw him.

If Erza did...it's a death sentence. But not before Natsu's (at least) six feet under. Gray looks positively homicidal now, and is in the process of strangling him—Gray can't tell whether Natsu is choking or laughing, but he hopes it's the former—when Lucy intervenes.

"Natsu..." she drawls out, leaning heavily on Natsu's back with arms draped lazily over his shoulders. "Come back..." She gives him a small push, sending them both tumbling forward. They crash into a chair and it falls onto Cana, who was somehow still asleep.

"Lucy! You stopped me from beating up Gray!" he whines.

Gray's about to make a comment about how it was the other way around when Lucy yawns, mumbling, "Don't care..." and falls asleep almost instantly on Natsu's back.

"Luce?" He carefully rolls over so Lucy's head rests on his chest, still looking uncomfortable. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me..."

Before the ice mage could say anything, he hears a shy voice behind him. "Uh...Juvia will be going now..." She stays on the floor and crawls out discreetly.

He follows Juvia, mostly out of boredom (and the little part of him that wants to follow her, take her in her arms and kiss her senseless, then—) first finding his clothes and slipping into them.

Juvia notices, and her heart fills with an odd mixture of relief and dread.

(first FT fic and first chapter fic!)
so...how's that? I honestly don't know...good? bad? whatever?
(my new writing style says I should use 'fuck' every five sentences...idonteven...and using honorifics kills me but...Juvia's not Juvia without her Gray-sama~)

also, I only update when I get a review...just one, it helps to know people are actually reading this~ and as always, reviews are love 3