Note:

Flashbacks and thoughts in italics

I do not condone or encourage any behaviors in this story. It is simply a fictional story.

Author's Note:

if this makes you cringe. exit naw.

I put the following note in the 10th chapter -

I did not edit this chapter. There were certain things wrong with the way I was trying to improve; my ways of writing. I realised that I had forgotten how to write to think. I used to think and then write. And it had been a blockage to the flow of my writing.

It was not intentional, rather my perfectionistic (I'm aware of it's downsides and origins) tendencies were the reason. Stuck in a loop, like really stuck in a loop, I had tried to figure out things. Numerous times.

I know the quote "fake it until you make it." I have applied it before (but for good reasons such as developing new habits.) I never liked artificiality (it's insincere behaviour that I'm referring to with the word "artificial", not make-up) For someone who doesn't like it, while it's not my cup of tea in real life, only now did I come to terms with the fact that in my writings, I had been hiding behind many filters. What I had been doing feels like choking off the supply of breathable air. I don't know how else to put it.

Trying to make things perfect in my eyes (excluding the marks others may find) came with a cost. What I had missed in the process was the genuine love for writing. I did love the things I wrote, but for me to love it, I had to edit it, and that's how my love for writing waned. Now that I've started to learn to write again, I feel better. I feel things better.

If you did read all this yatter, thanks pal. Let's dive in now.

"Butterfly Effect"

CHAPTER 1

Chocolate Cosmos

Dancing in the stars means feeling connected to our histories, savouring the present, and welcoming tomorrows with the memory of yesterdays.

In her chest were roses, tainted red with bloody love. Her sun effloresced in December days, crisp and white with snow. Roses blossomed like in blackthorn winter, through all the blinding fog.

Now, his wanton words had torn her whole, her roses squeezed and petals dozed. She believed the time had come for her fate to greet the eve, darkest nights of December, coldest of all. Roses, she buried them deep where the sun can't reach, on the garden of lost love where the moon upon is waning, unfeeling.

Tears streamed down her face, down her white shirt, and wet it deep. He said he needed to thank her properly, but had he ever apologized for leaving her behind in Amefurashi Village. He might've been grateful to her but forgot to express it out. They lived together, laughed together, made memories together. Juvia hoped maybe, one day, they'll hold hands and walk down the aisle of Kardia Cathedral together. Except, her desires were unattainable, silly.

Juvia was Gray's. Gray wasn't Juvia's. In her life, nothing had ever been entirely right. There was always something wrong, always.

Yet, isn't she the wrongful one, the blind who brushed it all off? Masquerading her soul beneath a false smile, there used to be a time when she could cry for hours, days, and months to pass by. Now, something has changed. Once and for all, as this second and the next; and a few more tick away like feathers in the wind, her suffering would end.

As though she dares the strained tugging at her heartstrings to abide as such any longer, her cry falls silent. She should've done this long ago before the problem could even exist. However, she blames her indecision for that. Every problem had a solution, and for hers, Juvia had found one too.

The simplest solution.

She awaits the final sound, an ear-shattering scream, her death song. Suicide.

In the end, mounting the staircase to demise, everything is nothing but space. A blank space. No zest and zing, no Zion.

Holographic patterns glossed over the countertops. Albeit cramming down the spicy chicken rolls, Gray had his head in the clouds.

"Have some guts, Gray! If you like Erza, you should ask her out already. If it's Cana, then ask her out! Tch. You know what? Your love life doesn't concern me." Loke chugged on a glass of gleaming tipple before he grinned. His tongue was bending in weird ways. He knew he'd be tipsy. "But stop brooding, and do something, you piece of ice. Or I'll beat you to it. Even if I'd rather Lucy."

Scintillating disco balls gave off vibes of merriness. As of now, most people gathered around the guildhall of Fairy Tail must have gotten a little high except for Cana, who was full-on stoned.

"She doesn't do relationships, bruh." The female voice shrilled. Someone had piped in the conversation. Loke mused it wouldn't have been so odd if the "someone" wasn't Cana herself. Gray stood up from his seat, saying he would be off for a while. Like Loke gauged, although the electronic music got loud and fast-paced, he didn't want to deal with the lady. His ears ached. Her drunk chatter had always been insufferable for Gray.

Through the foggy opalescence, he pretended not to mind the buzzing silhouettes of ponytails, hip-hopping lads, and a towering Laxus rolling his eyes with an air of superiority. And especially not the couple, whose names he knew, grinding behind one of the metal mesh walls. He took in a few deep breaths and forced out a crooked smile. "I see. You're screeching drunk. Wanna go home, Cana?"

"Nah. Baka."

While blending in with the crowd, Cana bumped him with her shoulders. Loke closed his eyes. In the pink lights that just beamed about the room, his glasses flashed a purple shade. The air is heavy with cigarette smoke and the sharp fragrance of men's cologne.

Coming home after the 100 Years Quest, Team Natsu had had their long-awaited rest for a fortnight copiously. Forasmuch as most of the guild members had a Saturday off, a party had been in Master Makarov's plans to toast their victory. Though it wasn't precisely for that, rather for the S-class trials about to kick off in a few weeks. The titleholder gets a whopping price to go with a sweeping bump up in rank, or so the rumors say. There had been blowups of members igniting the hall with roaring brawls, ostentatious displays, and choruses of chortles. Except Loke got absorbed in something else. Or rather someone else...,

Walking down the stairs into the empty corridors had him guess if the guild had been much more extravagant than he had known. He leaned on the marble balustrade, then between his fingers, cigarette lit, and into the air in his lungs, he inhaled its toxic stench. Smoothening out the wrinkles on his shirt felt better than gazing out into the cold night sky. Stars burned bright, one of them, Lilica, the other one, Lyla, and many many he could count. He chuckled, wondering what he was about to do a few minutes ago. Stupid of him. Foolish of him. He had wanted to go and ask if he ever meant anything other than a celestial spirit to Lucy. Loke shook his head. He couldn't be sillier.

Fairy Tail's second floor overlooked the windy night fanned about the town of Magnolia. Beneath the Magnolian bridge, a river flowed, deep like blues of the darkest dawn. Over the waters sparkling off the street lamp glow, a shadow flew by. It belonged to a person. Undeniably a woman, from the dips and hourglass curves molding the form, clad in a white robe as far as he could descry from where he stood.

It's a bridge built as tall as his dreams had been. Arrogantly high and tarnished from years of suns and moons. The girl leaned dangerously close to the guardrail. Unfailingly, nature could be fascinating, albeit she peered into the void further than what implied wonted. What is there so much to behold? After her digits dubiously withdrew the railings, he exhaled with ease. Howbeit, just as soon as she tilted back, her arms slapping upon her hips, she nearly pitched backward. Once she walked, her gait faltered. Only at the instant, she tripped herself on the edge of the sidewalk did it strike Loke that she is half-seas over, hammered.

Loke wasn't a person who infallibly charted and cataloged his daily grind, and he certainly doesn't approach his missions with the finesse of a planner. Ultimately, saving a life isn't going to cost an awful lot. Nothing will go bankrupt. The girl, for god's sake, lurched and teetered. Loke would rather plump for the spontaneity of the approach. Spellcasters of Fairy Tail must safeguard the lives of the townswoman, come rain or shine. Even so, here he was, skeptical of his judgments, his deeds nothing but free from inhibitions. "You're doing it right. What are you waiting for—for the woman to jump off the bridge?!" his ethics recites.

He hasn't been a guy unreasonably curious and unduly empathetic for his sole good. He'd taken a liking to adventures all the same, except it can wait. Of course, that was before someone in his head triggered him to hop onto the sunshade and clamber down the freshly painted side of the building, marring it. Someone's going to be mad at the shoeprints, dirt, and chipped trails on the walls. They'll have to touch it up a second time, the last thing on his mind presently.

Fate shan't be playing mind games on Loke. No matter how what came to his mind was the oft-times he had saved Lucy. It would've been phenomenal if I were to buy a key to lock my inner monologue. Lucy, there she was, now and again, creeping in his thoughts, ripping to shreds the veins in his heart. For the nonce, remnants of Loke's soul demanded time for him to sort things out and mend his scars. The world might become an idyll fairyland, had the whole shebang been just and fair.

He dashed up the bridge in the nick of time insomuch as the gal inclined to the water again. Like a cat on a hot tin roof, he skidded to an abrupt halt. The shrinking gap had enhanced the precision of his vision. In one stroke, she and her intentions stripped lucid before him. Loke's orbs riveted to a shock of coruscant blue.

Dammit.

Her puffy eyes and bedewed cheeks glistened in the Moonglow. Of all the people on Fiore, it had to be Juvia Lockser, the water mage of Fairy Tail. Head drooped, Juvia was hysterical when she threw her left leg over the railing. No, he wouldn't let this happen. It's a hit or miss, but not stand by and watch. That's never happening. Either this is one of her many dense decisions or her rarest moments of insanity. Just what had dragged her into this? Maybe, he shouldn't pry: at times, people's reasons could be knottier than the cosmic nebulae. Aside from the fact that they'd been guildmates for eons, he had no history with her. He couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't ever attempted to talk to and familiarise himself with this one girl all this time.

Before the sole of her thigh-high boots lugs off the bridge deck, with one calloused hand on her elbow and the other enclosing her ribs, Loke grabbed hold of her. Or at least he imagined on the spur of the moment. Loke had run at the killing pace. As luck would have it, that was the first time he collided with her. He didn't know beans about the torrent's depth, but hey, he would come to taste it tonight before his eyes blink twice. Least said, sooner mended.

"Waah!" "Fucking—" A shriek and a yelp tore over the hush of night as they plummeted into the splash in a mess of entangled limbs, hitting right on the panic button, frosted stiff. Lightning fast, they were as good as two soaked papers freezing in Antarctica, holding onto each other for dear life.

The water danced the tango with her churning gush. Loke managed to stay conscious, fiddling while Rome burns. Captured amid the seconds like a photograph, Loke stared down at Juvia. Surprisingly, in the middle of the screw-up they were in, even midst her disheveled puzzlement, she looked daggers at him, also fiddling while Rome burns. The currents appeared to take on a dangerous, breakneck tempo. Oh, no, no, no. Are we at the brink of a freakin' waterfall?! I'm not letting us die like this, am I?! "BLOODY—"

Within minutes, the broadness of the waterfall overwhelmed them, they vanished into the gloomy spray drifting from the ravine. Just like that, with no protective covering, along with the sand and pebbles that scour a plunge pool at its base, they had a roughly 100-foot drop into a stirring pool of water filled with certainly large rocks. Very strangely, Loke felt like he was floating in a cloud.

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Loke threw his head back with a gasp, finally getting to breathe some life into his oxygen-deprived body. He had tight lips and a frown all the while he stared into space, disbelief etched on his face. Really? How come? They couldn't have made it out in one piece. Loke thanked his lucky stars, nathless.

He calls Juvia's name only to find her unconscious, at the brink of sinking to the lakebed if he hadn't been there to clasp hold of her. Then turns her around by the waist to gently tap her cheeks. Choking out cold water, she wakes up. The loch, sodden in fallen jittery stars, holding solitary secrets they would never know, jogged his memory of the celestial space. After everything they went through, an idyllic presence of something nameless impeded him from calling the recent events a blunder. Paradoxical, Loke snorts.

He asks her if she's alright. Her lips set in a grim line. Truth or lie, a nod is all he gets. "We were lucky." And blessed, he concluded with no further thoughts. He kenned that Juvia was mad at him; he apprehended the reasons very well. He wants her to lash out at him. Now, on the grounds of the exasperation he caused her, Loke braced himself to accept her vocalized feelings with all eyes and ears.

"Loke-san think so?" Juvia scoffs. "By a happy chance, if there is an almighty, Juvia doubts he'd bother saving our asses. Maybe your's, definitely not mine." He brought himself to question neither her indignant words about God's nonexistence nor the meaning behind it. They might not have hit it off the first time they met, they might not have got on like a house on fire, but she wasn't one to back off from protecting her guildmates. She cared, and it falls into places for Loke. "Lucky? Mind cross-checking?" She ends, a lazy giggle punctuating what she said.

It wasn't almighty, the all-powerful? She saved him.

Juvia saved, protected a man from the family they call Fairy Tail, who is not Gray. Loke wondered if their resident water mage's "everything" is not just Gray anymore. She had been controlling the water with her magical powers. If it weren't for her expeditiousness and expertise, at least one of them would've died. She had discarded her thigh-high boots somewhere along the way. Her white duster coat shared the same fate. Despite her being a cut above any other substitute, those sexy back ladder cutouts would've turned down her mobility unwished-for.

Admittedly, he could not have died. Although Loke is a timeless spirit, it is a fact that he cherishes a human body capable of three times as many pains as tingles. Without a chance and sentience to utilize his powers, nothing prevents him from wreathing in injuries like any other human being. He could be prescribed bed rest for six months. As the icing on the cake, the time variations between the Earthland and the Celestial Spirit World weren't trivial.

"Umm. Thank you." What more should he say? "No, sorry." The one who flopped his plans and got both of them in trouble was him. Loke hadn't had such a fiasco in a long time. He does want to hear her lash out but is yet to ready himself to take the hit. Loke felt guilty, slightly abashed at his wit's end. He found himself responsible for the accident, but how was he deemed to ignore a heedless woman indiscreetly playing with fire in the middle of the night? This man was Loke Regulus, the lion, the leader of all celestial zodiacs. Guilt will eat him alive should he stand idle and let himself be the witness of a drunken suicide.

Much to his chagrin and relief, a thought crossed his mind. What if she wasn't trying to suicide? An experienced water mage like herself is unlikely to settle on drowning as a means to die. Juvia considers herself too proud to do that, doesn't she? 'But still, she wasn't in the best of moods, and to top it off, she was drunk.'

"Ouch!" Night screamed out the eerie notes of wilderness and it resonated back from the rocks. Juvia seemed to be coping with a foot cramp swimming out. The water from the fall splashed and sprayed all around like the bucketing down of rain. Wet hair clung to his forehead as he cautiously made his way holding Juvia securely by her waist. Swimming to the bank wasn't as toiling as it should've been. Even in the numbing murk, the hillocks mantling the forest bed were the spongiest emerald.

They were in the middle of a forest. The realization sank deep as they looked around with saucer-wide orbs. Loke and Juvia had gone astray, treading a way to nowhere.

He started fishing for something in the pockets of his slim-fit trousers. "Sheesh! Can't be happening." A Lacrima phone?! "Mine has its battery dead. What about yours?" An expensive one from the looks of it.

"Juvia didn't take one in the first place." Juvia deadpanned. Traversing, the slippery, unstable trail that extended into the abyss gave off a gravely strange vibe. The tapering path and undulating hills were vaguely familiar.

"Can you make light?" Notwithstanding its moral obligation as a Caster Magic, Regulus is a variation of Light Magic. He can. "I think you could produce it continually for some time. Like a torch? Huh. Couldn't you, Loke-san?"

"Yeah. It's not the meat. It's the motion." If Juvia had flushed some lighter shades of red, he wouldn't have seen it. But what bloomed in her cheeks and collarbones were the freshest buds of chocolate cosmos, willing a heavy hush to linger. Thinking that she supposedly misinterpreted and imagined his fucking cock in her head made him want to blank out. He felt the urge to clarify himself nearly abruptly. "Ahh..., What I was about to explain was that I could use some regulus brilliance, aka light. Just believe me, it'll last longer than we need." Loke smirked. Although he tried to curve it into a kind, warm smile, he couldn't keep that one proud corner of his lip from curling up a little more than the other one. The number of people in their guild who could manipulate light was only so much, and for the first time in a long while, he felt delighted to be one of them. To prove himself reliable in some way or the other, let an unusual pleasure brim in him.

Rolling up his sleeves, Loke bent his right arm, and with the clenched fist pointed towards the sky, he grabbed his bicep with his left hand, activating his power. Ultimately, Regulus is a source of Magic that enables its users to create the element of brilliance from their bodies.

He can only hope that they have not crossed the boundary to places marked with lines like:

"Entry into this area for any purpose is strictly prohibited."

Or a "Danger, Do not enter." post.

Such warnings in the merchant city of Magnolia were rare and meant business. Just like every single town that serves as home to mages, because of the presence of Fairy Tail, wild here had long been infamously upgraded to the wizard grade wild. Sure, they were both capable, experienced people who had been in missions that included forest camping before. They were mages who could overpower feral beasts easily. But, something was different tonight. The darkness was only deepening. It could not be just wild animals hanging around in a forest inside Magnolian territory. But unhappy surprises they should rather avoid, especially when another person is accompanying you. The haze had died to make way for an ear-splitting rumble reverberating beneath their barefoot. There was uncertainty, a loss of preparedness for whatever this latent peril was.

After a few minutes, they came across a post that made them swallow. They had walked the only way there was. Hence, no going back. Ereyesterday, there was a news report on a forest path where vagabonds were trampled to death by an elephant. Thereby, the media had had a feast, criticizing the magic council with such elegant words for the evident lack of safety. Wierd names were arduous to forget, so was the name on the post. Bold mustard on black reading, "Nether Saddle."

Loke and Juvia were trapped to spend a bedtime in a spooky forest, and neither of them was thrilled to death with the idea. She stopped, observed, and commented, rattled as to what it could be.

"Goddamn. This place is endless, and the wind is biting. How long are we going to walk like this? It doesn't look like we can hitchhike back home before sunrise." They better find a place to rest their heads as well. Better late than never. "Bodily and rationally, Juvia is at her limit. I have to remain idle till my drive revives. Her clothes are soaked! And now what? ElEPHANTS." Brows furrowed, she stomped her feet to the ground like a whiny child.

Loosening his Bordeaux paisley tie and undoing the first few buttons of his dress shirt, a ghostly white that resembled the tone of a dispensary room, Loke sneaked a glimpse of her side, slit-eyed. "Get rid of them. Even if you weren't wet, those clothes would've been long gone if it was Gray-Sama instead? Huh?" Hapless choice of words. It is not snide, that first bit. Not outrageously. It was still sarcastic. Had it been months back, Juvia would have flushed hot pink and buried her face in her arms. But the point when such words echoed a tease was long gone. Today, it seemed precisely the way it should've from the very beginning: an insult.

He was driving her up the wall. They were now totally talking at cross purposes. Juvia was a person who used to think she would never have a friend. The sociophobia she had back in her childhood days might ring a bell for Loke. She's not a talkative person. So whenever she's speaking, she tries to keep a frustrating conversation less mean-spirited. But today, it seemed like everything just flipped. "Are you like pea-brained or something?" And thanks to her quick-mindedness, she has successfully slipped into being a kettle of boiling water. She squares her shoulders, trying to make herself appear larger and more formidable than her five-foot-four frame is. "You think I'm a woman with zero dignity? If it weren't for this, I wouldn't even have had to talk to you tonight. Everything is your fault, anyway. It's high time I realize the densest person in the world is in my very own guild!" Those resembled quite a poor pun.

Petty, as long as the following question did all the triggering. Caustic, inciting. "Does Loke even have the capability to defend a celestial spirit mage?" The Juvia talking to him was emotional mayhem whose sanity had blurred into nothingness. She spat boiling emotions. He should've prepared for worsening scalds.

It's the liquor talking. The amount Loke quaffed pint after pint raced by his mind. A few more, and he could've hit the bottle.

"Come again? What I said was the plain truth. Just. Flat. Truth. I can indeed imagine you stripping impatiently for Gray's tiniest bit of attention. I should've known you were an immature girl since you used to stalk Gray like a love-sick psycho, literally." He slurred back. Apparently, at his disposition of exasperation, Loke also knew that he lost whatever control he claimed to have of the things he sprouted. Pea-brained? Her words might not have sounded brilliant or mature. Even so, do his words qualify as mature? While this, the laidback scorns, might've been his usual reply to pals like Natsu and Gray, this was not them. This was Juvia Lockser. At the bottom, it's laborious for logic to triumph over turmoil. One slip of a tongue is all it takes. "You used to have a bee in your bonnet about Gray. Gray-Sama is this, Gray-Sama is that. Gray plushies and all that shit. What happened now? All of a sudden, don't get a cob on over a small comment someone said."

Juvia turned back, caught entirely off guard. She found it extremely unsettling, to hear someone besides Gajeel ranting about her feelings, pointing out things that she had shoved shut in her pandora's box, and lecturing her about life. She felt stigma, ire, and resentment puncturing her heart. There was one difference betwixt both men. Gajeel would never hurt her self-respect like this. What did Lucy's Leo know? He doesn't know the pain of rejection and unrequited love! He mustn't be judging me. He could never handle half of what I've dealt with. Nothing good comes out of it. But she was not ready to give up just yet.

"No, Juvia is not a person like that! Loke is in no position to say that." Her eyes glaze a bit as if reliving some episode from her past, a remembrance that squeaked like an old cassette tape. She reels it off and resumes. "There's a reason I do the things I do, and there's a reason I am what I am. Leo, the great lion, my foot. How can you judge a person when you know nothing about her?"

They are at it, aren't they?

"Wait, Miss. I'm not judging. It's a damn fact everyone in Fairy Tail knows." Everyone thought you were nuts." By now, his slurring had stopped, giving way to words intact in tone, his every sentence sharper than an arrow. "Twenty-four-seven, have you no shame, creeping him out like that?" He did not realize he said that out brash until he saw her visage blanching from crimson to chalky. White, pale, and grim like the crisp sheets of Ishgarian Age and The Fiore Express, and one's face after skimming through its front-page headlines. Oopsie.

Arms akimbo, Loke stood there above her for a few seconds in silence. Both weren't exactly fond of getting chewed out, even if it was from a stranger. Loke supposed she might be out of practice when it comes to holding an argument. That or they are both just as dead on their feet. Juvia clamped her fingers into tender flesh. She prevailed stoically straight, still and all, he perceived salty water welling up in her eyes.

Dread and apprehension ran aloof through his blood. Everything that had gone disgracefully overboard with him just hit home. His shoulders slumped as the wraith called guilt slithered its way to him."Fuck. I don't know what came over me. That's not true. I didn't mean any of it. I wasn't entirely sober. I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm very sorry." A half-broken, half-true apology hurried past his lips. His baritone quavered with queasiness. "I'm-"

Somewhat staggered, he took a second to study her. Loke had secretly feared that she'll come back with a retort for which he had no answer. But this is something he hadn't seen coming.

She sniffled. When the next minute sprang, she had already lost her tough girl front, tearing up so hard that her back shook up and down. Sweating uncontrollably, he gives her light awkward pats on the back. "H-Hey."

At this point, he became aware of the brewing tension between them and decided to play nice. He didn't have to say that to her face. All she did was hurt his ego a bit. She didn't humiliate him. The only thing that was going through his mind was how quickly he could calm Juvia down. Promptly furious at himself, he scraped his elbow over a tree bark to his left. The least he could have done for her was to award her the respect she deserved.

Loke stretched out his hand and stared at her. It is not physically plausible for him to hold her hand, but the gesture would get her attention for a few minutes for Juvia to realize that he was coming from a good place. He pulled back his hand the moment it clicked that he played stupid. An atrociously courtly "handshake" after making her cry? He bit his tongue. If he hadn't been sincerely uptight for her, he would've guffawed at this lapse of his.

"I didn't keep a civil tongue, and to tell the truth, I'm ashamed of how I behaved and reacted." Words didn't come with the ease they had when they flowed from his mouth while jibing her. Juvia just gazed back slack-jawed. Had he been somber in the first place, none of this would've occurred.

"Despite being an experienced adult and a privileged zodiac, I acted like an ungrateful, immature jerk after everything I put you through." Pivoting on his heel, Loke clasped her lithe, shivering shoulders, and as if he retrieved some part of his cognizance back, hugged her tight. As soon, his body stiffened in a grimace. The imagery of him dousing in torrents of liquid helium splayed over in his head. She was that cold. The biting wind, as she had said, must've been brutal to her body. At this point, she'll get sick.

"Tsk. I'm a perpetual spirit, and I swear, I wouldn't have died from that one fall. But that nosedive would've gotten me worse for wear, hindering my sustenance in Earthland for at least a few years." Feeling indebted to her, he was unhesitant to do anything to prove the gratitude he earlier missed to exhibit. Even if he wished, he could do nothing to warm up the temperature. Because his shirt was also wet, there was no use lending them. He resolved to accept that he behaved like a childish brat, rude, and so unlike him. Hence, he couldn't risk his chances and fall into another predicament again. "Now, I should be thanking you for saving my life. I don't deserve your forgiveness for what I said, and I've only myself to blame."

Some say sorry is a hard thing to say. But for Loke, with every word he said, he felt one brick block of guilt lifting from his chest. Don't get him wrong. He wasn't that shallow of a man who says "sorry" all the while thinking sorry, not sorry.

Juvia raised her head, wiping her small red nose. She still looked like the ghost of her former self, though. Could he cross over the yellow brick road to be on good terms with her?

"I'm not going to hit the road with you." Unsurprisingly not.

Author's Note:

As you can see, this is a Loke X Juvia Fanfiction. Call it Julo/Lovia. And yup, I love this ship.

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To all those who have cheered me on before, I'd like to tell you guys that it means a lot...

Also, there will be Mature Content in the future chapters.