Written for my wonderful big sis @inconceivablyreal!! Ty for being the ABSOLUTE BEST Hannah! Sorry I answered this so late :’( I decided to write for @ft-wwtdp, for Day 7 of the Pride Month event. Prompt: “Isn’t love all we need?” because I’ll never write for it otherwise lol
“I can’t wait!” exclaims Lucy happily as she holds up the button and pins it to her chest. The button is striped in shades of orange and pink, with a single white stripe in the middle – the sunset lesbian flag whose colours look so good on her girlfriend, thinks Lisanna with a small smile. “Pride is going to be so fun this year! Even better than last,” she adds, casting a glance at the shy girl sitting on the couch, hands folded in her lap, watching her girlfriends get ready for the Magnolia Pride Parade. Juvia looks up, blushing and smiling as Lucy and Lisanna both blow kisses to her.
Lisanna wholeheartedly agrees that it’ll be better. Last year, she and Lucy were both so scared to come out as poly to each other, both so scared that it’d ruin their relationship if they admitted they needed another partner to feel whole. Last year, they didn’t have Juvia – Juvia their world, Juvia the most beautiful creature on Earth, Juvia who made their love all worth it.
“Juvia thinks so too,” Juvia says softly, pushing a lock of blue hair behind her ear and smoothing her shorts. Lucy smiles fondly at her girlfriend before turning back to her mirror and returning to flicking the mascara wand across her eyelashes.
Lisanna grabs her rainbow scarf and ties it around her head as a bandana, scraping her bangs back and exposing her forehead. Then she looks herself over in the mirror one last time – army green short overalls that reach her mid-thigh with a loose blue-chequered plaid shirt. Her skin is dark and clear, no eyeliner or lip gloss: Mirajane is the one who loves makeup, not her. No, sir, Lisanna Strauss is showing up at pride in baggy overalls and a cheap airplane lip balm like the butch queen she is.
“All right, I’m ready,” she announces, moving over to the couch to flop down next to Juvia. The blue-haired woman smiles shyly at her, and she scoops Juvia up in her arms, plopping her onto her lap and kissing Juvia’s cheek. Juvia blushes prettily, and Lucy laughs, “You guys are too mean. I want cuddle time too,”
“Well, if you wanted it so much, you’d be staring at us rather than your own reflection,” retorts Lisanna. Juvia chokes on a laugh, and Lucy pouts.
“I’m done anyway,” she huffs, closing her mascara, fanning a hand over her face to make sure her eyeliner and lipstick is dry, and flouncing over to her girlfriends.
Lisanna grins and shifts Juvia in her lap, yanking Lucy down into the hug and in the process making her lose her balance. Lucy tumbles messily into both her girlfriends, and suddenly they’re a messy tangle of limbs on the sofa, laughing and shouting as they struggle to extricate themselves from each other. Juvia ends up biting Lisanna’s knee; Lucy has Juvia’s butt shoved in her face (not that she really minds it); Lisanna’s hands are clutching Lucy’s back in a desperate attempt to avoid falling off the sofa.
“We’re going to be late,” gasps Lucy in breathless laughter, finally pulling herself away and straightening her rumpled clothes and hair. Thankfully her makeup is still somehow perfect; else they’d only leave tomorrow, thinks Lisanna wryly. Juvia smooths her own shirt and shorts and redoes her coloured lip balm anxiously – it’s the poor thing’s first Pride, no wonder she’s so nervous. Lisanna herself does nothing for her appearance except to fix the bandana so her hair stays out of her damn face.
The girls collect themselves, lock arms and walk out of their apartment together, laughing and giggling at the thought that they’re finally attending Pride after such a long wait. Together, because that’s how they’re meant to be – three joined as one, a single unit, a relationship that’s nothing but love in its truest, purest form.
Because this love – this love is what they need; it’s all they need.
