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Bonus Day: Vintage

Lucy Heartfilia had always dreamed of being an artist, something her father had always disapproved of. She'd taken art lessons, had many art tutors, but could never manage much more than pretty doodles. Her father had taken this as a victory, and Lucy had to admit, she'd almost given.

That was until she'd taken a digital art class in college.

She was a business major, but some part of her still held hope that she would get to be an artist. She didn't want to take over the family business. It had ruined her parents' marriage long before her mother had died, and Lucy refused to let it happen to her. She'd minored in art, and taking that class had been the best decision she'd ever made.

The class had shown her that not every artist needed to make beautiful portraits, or abstract paintings. It had shown Lucy that she could take her pretty, but small doodles and create something more. She'd found her purpose in life during that class.

Now, five years later, Lucy had a small business that she was perfectly content with.

She made invitations.

Some people, her father especially, would say making personalized invitations was not a career. They would look at her background, and call what she was doing a hobby. They could be right. Lucy had a trust fund, and that gave her the freedom to do what she wanted. It could be true, but Lucy knew it wasn't.

It wasn't just a hobby, or a rebellious phase.

Even her father, with all his complaints about her chosen profession, used her exclusively for all his parties and events. It was a testament to her talent in Lucy's mind, because her father demanded the best. He wouldn't use her services if he didn't think she was the best.

Being Jude Heartfilia's daughter meant that the wealthy came to her as well. It started off as just wanting to be able to tell him his daughter worked for them, but they always ended up leaving satisfied and coming back for more. It was always a personal victory for Lucy, and she wouldn't give it up for anything.

Looking at her clock, Lucy realized her next appointment was due any second. It was a couple getting married, and Lucy was having so much fun designing their invitations. The woman wanted vintage, something Lucy hadn't done yet, and was willing to pay the extra cost for the special paper. She also wanted Lucy to do everything by hand.

At first, Lucy had been apprehensive, imagining at least 300 invitations. She'd been ready to tell her no, but Juvia had gone off into dreamland about how beautiful everything was going to be. The sight was so cute that Lucy couldn't have refused her, even if it meant doing 1000 invitations.

It turned out it was actually only 100, something Lucy was more than happy to work with. Today was the day that Juvia would approve the final design they had been working on. She had never done something like this, but it was really exciting.

If only the fiancé was content to let them handle everything.

He'd introduced himself as Gray, and actually never had an opinion of what they discussed in terms of design. Juvia didn't really care either, but it bothered Lucy.

Maybe it was because all he did was stare at her.

From their first meeting, he'd done nothing but stare. It unnerved her, and if Juvia noticed, she didn't say anything. It struck Lucy as wrong, but there was no way to get him to leave without being rude. She didn't want to lose this client, because she couldn't handle some asshole's staring. He'd never made any moves on her, but Lucy was always thinking about the heat in his eyes when he looked at her. It was wrong, so wrong, but Lucy sort of wished he wasn't engaged.

Putting the thought out of her mind, she focused on being professional once they showed up. She had lines, moral values, and being a home wrecker was one of them. He continued to stare at her, but she ignored him, focusing on her awesome bride. Really, Juvia deserved someone whose eyes wouldn't roam, but Lucy wasn't being asked to judge. Maybe he just liked looking at women. He'd be an idiot to cheat on someone as friendly and cute as Juvia.

Halfway through their appointment, Juvia got a text that had her jumping out of her seat. "Oh! I'm so sorry Lucy, but I forgot I had another appointment and I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. It's for my dress."

She smiled, "It's no problem. We're pretty much locked on the design anyways."

Juvia was beaming. "You are so great. I'm so glad I came to you. This has really been the easiest part of planning my wedding." She turned to Gray. "Can you finalize the price and everything with Lucy? I really need to leave."

Her and Gray alone? Lucy was having none of that. She opened her mouth to tell Juvia they could meet at her convenience, but Gray answered. "That's fine. Go do your dress thing. We'll be alright."

Once again beaming her thanks, Juvia raced out the door, leaving Lucy with Gray.

Things were quiet as Lucy busied herself with typing up the final quote. She could feel his eyes on her, not even bothering to do covertly. It made her uncomfortable, because he was engaged and she wished he wasn't.

Knowing she couldn't draw out getting their quote ready any longer, Lucy turned to face him.

He was closer than she'd realized. He was looking over her shoulder at the screen, reading what she'd typed. Startled, she let out a little scream.

He just seemed amused. "Sorry, I didn't know you were skittish."

Who wouldn't be when her moral problem was practically hugging her from behind? "Could you move back please?"

He studied her face, looking for something, but did as she asked. "Why don't you like me?"

"Like you?" She asked, confused. "What makes you think I don't like you?"

He said, "I've been coming here for weeks, yet we've hardly conversed. You definitely don't want to be alone with me, and you practically jumped to get away from me just now. Is it just me? Or is it just men in general?"

He was coming closer to her again, forcing Lucy to back up against her desk. "Look, we have a professional relationship, and this is hardly appropriate."

His arms caged her between him and the desk. There was no escaping unless he let her. "And if I don't want to keep it professional?"

For a second, Lucy felt like giving in. He wanted to kiss her, there was no doubt. His eyes were on her, and his gaze was heated again.

But then she remembered the bubbly bride that she had come to think of as a friend.

Furious, she pushed him. He was startled by her outburst, allowing her to move away from her desk. "How dare you! Juvia is a lovely woman, and does not deserve this! I can't believe you thought it would be okay to do this!"

Confused, he asked, "What does my sister have to do with this?"

All the furious air left her, shock taking its place. "Your sister?"

"Of course, who did you think she was…." Gray trailed off, coming to the conclusion she had weeks ago. Then he started laughing. "Oh man, you thought I was Juvia's fiancé?"

Lucy flushed as embarrassment came over her. "You came to every meeting."

His laughter simmered down, but he was clearly teasing her when he said, "Did you even read the words on the invitation? Maybe we shouldn't hire you."

Looking down at the notepad she had unknowingly grabbed to hit him with, she read, "We invite you to celebrate with us as Juvia Lockser and Lyon Vastia take the next step in their lives as husband and wife…" She looked up at him. "You are not Lyon."

He grinned, "Nope, just plain old Gray. Lyon is still deployed, and won't be back for another month. As the loving older brother I got drafted to take his place in wedding preparations. His words: She wants, she gets. I'm looking forward to the heart attack when he sees how much her dream vintage wedding is costing him."

Embarrassed to her core, Lucy looked down. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I just assumed, and then I got really mad…"

"Well, you know what they say about assuming," He chuckled. "But it's no worries. I'm actually glad we had this little misunderstanding. Sticking up for my sister that way… It shows what kind of person you are."

She sighed, wondering if there was a hole that was willing to swallow her. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

She grabbed her hand, causing her to look at him. "I'm willing to think about keeping this between us, but you have to come out with me." He smiled at her.

She smiled back.


AN: Not sold on the ending, but there it is. This prompt is the one that had me pulling my hair out. The idea took root at like four in the morning when I was working on something else. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

So I know I said I was turning Day 7's prompt into an actual story, and I am almost ready to post the beginning. I have the picture, a maybe decent summary, and a lovely outline. What I don't have? A title. I suck at them, hence why ship weeks end up being ShipName Week 2016. Hopefully, it will come to me soon or I probably will go a little mad.

I'm heading back home from visiting my family (the other reason why I was back in my home town) and will only have my toddler and boyfriend demanding my time. That means I can actually write in peace for long periods of time without feeling guilty that I'm not spending time with people who want to see me because I want to write.

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