Lucy and Juvia both know they aren't being subtle. They just... assume everyone has figured it out - but truth is it's basically just Cana, Mira and Gray who know. And Gray only because Juvia stopped calling him Gray-sama and started acting normal (no one else noticed because Fairy Tail is defined by 'pure of heart, dumb of ass'). One day the two walk in holding hands and Juvia kisses Lucy, and everyone is shook.
Lucy: Wait, what? You didn't know we were dating?!
Juvia: Juvia's stopped calling Gray Gray-sama for so long! Juvia literally gave Lucy flowers on Valentine's day!
“Achoo!” Lucy sneezed loudly for what must be the tenth time that day, burying her face in her handkerchief. She sniffled, shivering and wrapping herself tighter in blankets.
“What’s wrong?” Erza asked quickly. “Are you alright? Do you need more hot water, blankets, anything to eat?”
Lucy wanted to scream. This was the hundredth time Erza was asking her if she needed anything; she was already over-supplied by her wife, with enough books, pillows and cocoa to last her a week. Erza was bustling around her like a bee around a flower, and though it had been sweet at first, now it was just irritating.
“I’m fine,” she said through clenched teeth, forcing back her annoyance.
“Are you sure?” Erza asked, looking concerned. “You know I don’t mind—”
“No! It’s fine!” Lucy snapped, harsher than she’d intended to. Erza’s face dropped, and she felt ashamed for a second, but the irritation at Erza’s constant hovering around her came back in a second.
“Did I do something?” Erza asked very quietly. Now Lucy was usually of even keel, and barely ever got mad, but she was feeling like utter crap and her wife’s extra attentiveness was just the catalyst for her to boil over.
“You’re doing too much! You’re smothering me!” she snarled. “I wish you’d just go away for five minutes and let me breathe! Maybe your over-care is why this cold isn’t getting any better!”
Erza looked crushed. A wave of guilt swept into Lucy at her wife’s expression, and she was just about to apologise when Erza smoothed her face out and nodded.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a calm voice, sounding truly apologetic, but Lucy could hear the pain she was trying to hide. “I shouldn’t have been so overbearing. I’ll give you the space you need, but please call me if you need anything.” Before Lucy could say a word, she had swept off into the other room and closed the door behind her.
Lucy sank into the couch, feeling horrible. Her wife had done nothing but shower love and care upon her… what kind of person did it make her to be annoyed by it? True, Erza could sometimes be a bit much, but she knew it was all out of the immense adoration she had for her. She was genuinely lucky to be loved so much by someone as beautiful and kind and strong as Erza was—yet here she was, acting like a little brat after being given everything and more.
She sniffled softly, feeling tears come to her eyes. Oh, how she hated making Erza sad! She knew she hadn’t been wrong about establishing that boundary, but could she have done it in a way that wouldn’t have hurt her wife? Absolutely.
Lucy knew what she had to do. Swallowing her tears back, she sat up, ignoring how tired she felt, and called in a thick voice, “Erza!”
Within seconds, the door of the room flew open, and Erza rushed over to her, asking, “What is it, Lu? What do you need?”
“I need to apologise,” Lucy said, looking into Erza’s brown eyes. “It’s true, you can be a bit… overbearing… but the way I snapped at you just wasn’t right.” Erza shook her head, smiling at Lucy.
“No. You had every right to snap at me—you’re sick, and tired, and that’s okay. I only felt hurt for a minute, love.” she said, taking Lucy’s hands and pressing kisses to the knuckles warm with fever. Lucy laughed softly, smiling back.
“Okay… but can I try enforcing my boundaries again, and nicely this time?” she asked. Erza nodded, and Lucy took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, Erza.” she said honestly. “I love you, and I love how sweet you are when I’m sick. But maybe… tone it down a bit? Just a little.”
Erza hummed. “That, love, I can do.” She kissed Lucy’s hands again, eliciting a soft giggle, then stood up, her face turning concerned once more.
“Can I get—” she started to ask, but Lucy raised her eyebrows. Erza laughed to herself, shaking her head.
“Right. Sorry. I’m going to go and finish my book—and if you need anything you’ll call me, right?” Lucy nodded, smiling.
“Right. Now go enjoy your porn—and don’t get too many ideas!” she added, seeing the glint in Erza’s eyes as she went to the room. Once the door was shut, she flopped back against the couch, feeling much better despite the fact that she still had a runny nose.
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Prompt list? 27: "Hey remember when I told you I had everything under control ? Well...I lied" Plez?
Hey anon! Hope you enjoy this little ficlet. <3
Pairing: Jellal/Erik
Word count: 1.6k
“You’ll be okay alone?” Erik checks one last time, pinning his boyfriend with a hard stare. Jellal, thin and pale and drowning in his too-large white shirt, nods with a wan smile.
“I’ll be okay, I promise. I have everything under control. I swear.” Bright brown eyes are filled with raw earnestness, making no effort to hide either the pain or the love that brews in their depths. Erik cannot say no to Jellal when he lays himself bare before him in that fashion.
“Okay.” Erik sighs, grabbing his bag and moving towards the door. But as he goes to put on his shoes, he stops abruptly.
I’m missing something!
Without a second thought, he turns around and runs towards Jellal, whose features morph from calm to concerned.
“What’s wrong?” he asks anxiously. Erik grins at him, taking Jellal’s cheeks in his hands and bringing their faces close together.
“Forgot something important,” he says impishly, and kisses Jellal.
There’s a cherry-red blush dusting Jellal’s cheeks when Erik pulls away, still smiling devilishly. It satisfies the little demon in his heart - making Jellal blush is his favorite pastime. He walks backwards to the door, waving a little at his boyfriend as he steps out and closes it behind him.
The smile on Jellal’s face and the wave he receives in return is more than worth the fact that he trips and falls flat the second he’s out of the house.
Picking himself up, Erik dusts his clothes off and climbs onto his bike, Cubellios. It doesn’t take very long for him to get the old girl fired up and on the road, and the wind pulls at his hair in just the way that he likes as he speeds along the empty highways to make it in time for his shift.
It’s a small coffee shop where he works, one of those little businesses owned by locals that somehow end up being the most warm and inviting places ever. It’s funny that this one, Rosen Krone, should be, since its owner Ultear is literally the least warm and inviting person Erik knows. But that’s off-topic; today, as the chef, he gets to decide the Friday special, and he’s already planning on making apple tarts. They’re Jellal’s favourite - just imagining the soft look in brown eyes, and the silly smile he will make as he devours each one whole, makes Erik giggle to himself.
He doesn’t even scold himself for being a sap. At this point, he’s pretty much accepted how whipped he is for his sweet blueberry boyfriend.
Erik pulls into the parking lot of the cafe and locks his bike before practically rushing inside, excitement bubbling out of his entire body as he thinks about how he’ll surprise Jellal. He doesn’t even hear Ultear’s snarky comment on his sudden enthusiasm or Sorano’s giggled, “Whipped,” as he hurriedly takes out the ingredients and starts to put together the perfect tart.
He slices the apples at the speed of light, only the sheer precision built up from years of cooking stopping him from cutting off a chunk of his finger. Tossing them into a bowl, he adds cinnamon, vanilla, brown sugar, lemon juice and a bit of salt to the mixture and shakes the bowl to mix them all up properly. He slides a lid onto the apples, allowing them to marinate, and turns to the pastry.
He’s measuring out the third cup of flour when his phone rings.
At first, Erik clicks his tongue in annoyance, wondering who on Earth would call now. He’s cooking, and all his friends know that hell hath no fury like an Erik who is disturbed from cooking.
Then the ringtone - Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up, unironically his and Jellal’s song - properly registers itself in his ears, and Erik promptly spills the cup of flour all over himself with shock.
Jellal?!
He fumbles for the phone in his pocket, forgetting everything else. The world could be crashing around his ears right now and he wouldn’t care - Jellal’s calling, and that means there’s something wrong.
Worry dampens his entire body like ice as Erik swipes the ‘Accept’ button, pressing the phone to his ear and practically barking, “Jellal! Love, what’s wrong?”
There’s a pause, during which harsh, ragged breaths that sound suspiciously like crying come through the other end. Erik doesn’t waste a second, keeping the phone in place with his shoulder as he removes his apron and hangs it up. He has to go home now; Jellal clearly needs him.
Whispered words from the other side of the line barely make it to his ears, but Erik’s hearing is far better than anyone else’s, and so it is that he clearly picks them up.
“Remember when I said I had it under control? Well, um… I might have… lied…”
Jellal’s voice is high, notes of panic filling it. Erik’s breath stumbles over his words; he can’t get them out fast enough as he shouts into the receiver of the phone, “What happened? Are you - are you okay?!”
“I don’t know,” Jellal whispers softly. “I don’t know. All I know is it feels like I’m drowning-”
“‘M coming,” Erik says firmly. He looks over at Ultear, mouthing, ‘He’s not okay’; she nods gravely, motioning for him to leave.
She’s accommodating like that. Erik couldn’t have been more grateful for it as he speeds out of the back door of the cafe, slamming his key into his bike and starting to drive haphazardly even as he keeps murmuring platitudes into the phone.
He hears Jellal hiccupping and crying. Erik’s heart breaks, imagining his boyfriend curled into himself, red-faced and blaming himself for everything that is wrong in this world. All he can do now is whisper softly, “I’m coming, love. Don’t you worry. I love you so much. You’re amazing.”
He’s powerless over the phone, and he hates it.
Clenching his fists around the acceleration button on his bike, Erik wills Cubellios to fly faster than she has ever gone. He pushes her to the limit, not stopping for a second, breaking every traffic rule known to mankind in his single-minded determination to get home in time.
I’m coming, baby. Don’t worry a second.
Hastily pulling up in front of the house, Erik leaps off of Cubellios and rushes to the door. The bike clatters to the ground behind him; but he’ll worry about that later. For now, Jellal comes first.
Erik wrenches the door open and heads straight upstairs to the bedroom where he knows Jellal will be lying, curled in a ball and weeping softly. He’s proven right as he opens the door and shuts it with a soft click to find his boyfriend’s blue head buried in a mountain of pillows, his thin shoulders shaking weakly.
“Jellal,” he calls tenderly, making his way over to the bed with deliberate, loud steps. Jellal doesn’t like to be surprised when he’s feeling down. “Love, it’s me. I’m here.”
“Erik,” Jellal rasps out, his voice raw from crying. “I… why’d you…”
Erik perches himself on the edge of the bed and cards a hand through Jellal’s azure locks.
“‘Cause I’m your boyfriend, and I wanna be here for you when you’re not okay.”
“But I…” Jellal lifts his face, tearful brown eyes meeting gentle purple ones. “I dragged you away from work. I’m horr-”
Erik puts a finger on Jellal’s lips, shaking his head. “You’re wonderful,” he stresses quickly, emphasizing his point. “You’re wonderful and I love you.”
“No.” Jellal sniffles. “No. I’m terrible. I just hurt people and tear them away from things they need to do and-”
“No!” Erik cries out. He needs to stop this before Jellal starts spiralling. He can’t allow his boyfriend to go into that state again. Taking off his socks, he settles himself properly on the bed and pulls Jellal into his flour-covered chest, kissing and petting the other man with the same gentleness one would show a baby.
“No, love,” he breathes. “You’ve given me so much. You’re my world. You’re so kind and so good.”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t matter. You can find someone else, someone better to love,” Jellal hiccups.
Erik swats his back lightly. “None of that.” he says bluntly, truthfully. “I could never love anyone else. To me, there’s no one better than you. Your love saved me more times than I can count. I love you. I’ll always choose you.”
Jellal exhales into Erik’s shoulder. There’s silence for a few beats before he speaks again -
“You really have horrible taste.”
It’s barely a whisper, more of an exhausted breath. But it’s a victory, because it means Jellal’s feeling just a bit better: and Erik will make sure to build on that bit, to keep building on it until Jellal is calm once more. And even after that, because to make his boyfriend happy is the best thing in the world, and he’ll always be here.
He doesn’t reply to Jellal’s comment, simply pulling him in closer, ensconcing him in warmth. They lie like that for awhile, just relishing in each other’s presence, Erik rubbing circles into Jellal’s back - his signal to say ‘I love you’ when he doesn’t feel like talking.
Jellal is Erik’s entire world: capable, bright and friendly, kind and intelligent, absolutely beautiful, basically everything anyone could want. But of all the people, it’s silly, stupid Erik who has gotten this amazing person to call his.
So it’s okay if Jellal sometimes forgets just how much he is worth, because Erik will always, always be here to remind him.
Juvia took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to do. It went against everything she had felt so far… but that was what Fairy Tail was all about, right?
The thought calmed her, and reassuring herself once more that she was doing the right thing, the Water Mage walked steadily over to the table where Lucy Heartfilia and Lisanna Strauss sat laughing and joking. However, the conversation fizzled out as soon as Lucy caught sight of Juvia, a look of mild worry dampening the blonde’s features. It was natural, Juvia supposed, given the way she had treated the Celestial Spirit Mage who’d shown her nothing but kindness; yet it still left an aftertaste like curdled milk.
“Juvia!” Lucy said in a rather strained voice, putting on a smile. “Is this about Gray?”
“Lucy, that’s no way to greet her!” Lisanna chided, the look in her eyes knowing. She tilted her head up to meet Juvia’s, blue locking on blue, and smiled. “Hello, Juvia. I assume Lucy’s wrong?”
Juvia just nodded, her face colouring at both Lucy’s words and Lisanna’s. Lucy had every right to assume what she had, but the way Lisanna had stood up for her… it made her feel as if she belonged.
“See?” Lisanna turned back to Lucy, poking the blonde in the ribs with a reproving look. Lucy flinched and looked apologetically up at Juvia.
“Well!” The Strauss girl clapped her hands and smiled. “I’ll leave you two to it, then.” And she sauntered off, not looking back. Juvia decided to fill Lisanna’s spot after a moment of hesitation, sliding onto the bench besides Lucy.
“Juvia…” she began rather haltingly, unsure how to phrase herself. “Juvia…”
“Yeah?” Lucy looked concerned, reaching out a hand to place over Juvia’s comfortingly. Despite everything… Juvia’s heart warmed at how genuinely kind Lucy was.
“Juvia…” she started again, gathering some confidence. “... wanted to… start over. Juvia’s been despicable to you, especially about Gray-sama - but Juvia understands that it caused her to behave in a truly awful manner towards you. Juvia would like to… instead, start over… by asking for some relationship advice from you, and maybe even - being a friend to you like you have been to me!”
She bowed as she finished her little speech, not daring to look up for fear of being disappointed by Lucy’s expression. Perhaps she’d be angry? Insulted that Juvia would treat her like she had and then come apologising?
Then warm arms pulled her into a tight hug and Juvia felt her entire body relax into Lucy’s hug as the words were whispered into her ear, “Of course I accept your apology. I’ve always considered us friends!”
Juvia didn’t understand the fluttering in her chest at the last sentence, nor the sudden leaden weight in her stomach, but she couldn’t help smiling happily as she pulled away from Lucy.
Lucy put her hands on her hips, looking Juvia up and down with bright interest in her eyes. “All right, then, spill! What sort of relationship advice are you looking for? I’m assuming it’s about Gray?”
Juvia shook her head. “Not really. Just… general advice. Juvia knows that Gray-sama - that Gray-san - is with Natsu-san… and has realised that she prefers women. She is afraid that she hurt Gray-sama with her advances, and wants to be better about it.”
Lucy hummed. “That much is true,” she admitted bluntly. “You did make Gray a bit uncomfortable.”
“A bit is an understatement, Juvia would say,” Juvia whispered, face bright red.
Lucy laughed loudly, slapping Juvia on the back; she wheezed from the harsh contact. “It’s okay. Well… it isn’t, really, but don’t worry about it for now. You want my help in relationships, right? Especially with girls?”
Juvia nodded, still cherry-faced.
Lucy grinned. “Then you came to the right person - I’m decent enough and experienced enough at picking up girls. So… what sort of advice are you looking for?”
“Whatever Lucy-san knows!” Juvia said quickly. For some reason, she didn’t want this to be just one talk…
Lucy looked thoughtful. “That’ll take a while…” she hummed. “A few weeks? You’ll need hands-on advice, after all...”
Juvia’s heart leapt at the prospect of more time with Lucy. “That sounds perfect,” she said eagerly. “When can we start?”
“How about next Monday?” Lucy suggested brightly, unfazed by Juvia’s strange enthusiasm. “I don’t have any Jobs then. We can go shopping for some cute clothes and talk relationships.”
“Great,” Juvia replied happily, barely noticing the way Lucy stared after her as she went to take a Job, or the soft sigh that left the Celestial Spirit Mage’s lips.
--
Monday couldn’t come fast enough. Juvia spent the rest of the week in a blissful haze, so excited for the date she’d planned with Lucy. She was going to have a full day with the beautiful Celestial Spirit Mage all to herself! It would be so much fun.
It never crossed her mind that she was more eager to spend time with Lucy than for the advice she had sought earlier - or that she’d called it a date at all.
After an hour agonising over what to wear, Juvia finally stepped out of her house dressed in a smart blue shirt and dark pants. Biting down on her lip - she’d forgone makeup, deeming it too unnecessary for a simple outing - she made her way to her destination, patting her hair to make sure it was in place and hoping she wasn’t late. As she rounded the corner to the spot they’d agreed to meet, a pretty blonde in overalls came into view, the sight tugging her lips up into a smile.
“Lucy-san!” Juvia called, checking the time and sighing in relief as she saw it was just past the time they’d agreed to meet. Lucy whirled, smiling brightly when she spotted Juvia - a little burst of sunshine exploded in Juvia’s chest at the action, and a skip found its way into her step as she walked towards Lucy.
“Juvia!” Lucy exclaimed, drawing Juvia into a quick hug. She released her, holding her by the shoulders and eyeing her outfit with an appraising look.
“You’ve got style. Casual, yet just formal enough for first dates.” she said with a grin. “I won’t need to do too much work here.”
Juvia’s cheeks reddened, her mind caught on just one word. “D - date?” she stuttered.
Lucy smiled. “We’ll make this a practice date!” she explained cheerfully. “A dry run of sorts. And it’ll be fun, too! I haven’t been out with a friend in ages.”
Practice date… why did the words leave a hole in Juvia’s chest? She ignored it and followed after Lucy, who was already skipping down the street to her favorite shops. It had been so long since she’d just let loose and had fun. All this war and fighting had taken its own toll on Juvia’s worldview - it was nice to have a sheltered, fun outing to clothing stores and restaurants for once.
A few hours later, and Juvia's feet hurt from all the walking, despite the fact that she had chosen to wear flats instead of Lucy’s more impractical heels. They had flitted from shop to shop and bore bags full of clothes and shoes, Lucy explaining what was best to wear on a date and how best to make your move. Juvia was exhausted; yet Lucy was still lively and full of energy, dancing around like a true Fairy.
“Where to next?” she questioned, the late afternoon sunlight hitting her brown eyes. Juvia swallowed, feeling as if she were drowning in the depths of Lucy’s irises. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Luckily, her stomach rumbled just on cue. Juvia flushed with embarrassment, but mentally thanked it for providing a response and distracting Lucy from the fact that she had been staring into her eyes.
Lucy smiled. “I know a great ice-cream place - let’s go! Ice-cream is always romantic for dates!”
“Ice-cream…? For lunch?” Juvia wondered, but Lucy was already dragging her down the street, and her arm would pop out of her socket if she stayed still any longer. So she followed behind the Celestial Spirit Mage, who was practically running, and pretended to herself that she wasn’t silently appreciating the attractive curve of Lucy’s hips.
The ice-cream shop was brightly lit and small, and as the girls stepped in it was as if they had been transported to another world. It was soft, homely and traditional; nothing like the bustling world just outside the rustic wooden door. The comforting smell of vanilla hit Juvia’s nostrils, and she felt almost in a dream as they headed to the counter.
“One butterscotch,” Lucy ordered with a friendly smile - clearly she was a regular, if the kindly look the counter-woman gave her was any indication - “and what would you like, Juvia?”
“Oh!” Juvia stuttered, startled out of her comfortable daze. She flushed and began to peruse the choices. “Well… the… the chocolate cinnamon… seems nice…”
“One of those, too!” Lucy added, giving Juvia a sunny smile. The counter-woman nodded and scooped the ice-cream, handing each to the respective girl - Juvia fumbled for her wallet, but Lucy waved a hand, saying, “My tab! Watch and learn, Juvia: this is how you treat a woman!”
Dear God, it was almost as if they were on a real date!
Juvia could do nothing but weakly protest, yet Lucy coolly rode over her feeble dissent and paid for the food. Once she was done, she grabbed Juvia’s wrist and led her to a table in the corner, next to the window where they could see the cobbled street outside.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked. Juvia nodded.
“Yes. It’s so… warm.”
They both knew what she meant. Lucy smiled at her, and that smile was just as warm (if not warmer) than the entire cafe. Fireworks went off in Juvia’s mind, and all she could think was Lucy’s smile, Lucy’s lips, Lucy’s laugh, Lucy’s eyes. Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.
Her cheeks heated, and to distract herself from her thoughts she took a tentative lick of her dessert-lunch. The ice-cream was delicious - enough to throw Juvia into an entire new utopia.
“This is amazing!” she exclaimed, kitten licks turning into hungry bites. For once, she didn't care that she was making a mess; it was just too good for her to bother.
Lucy watched her with a wistful smile. Juvia, lost in her food-topia, didn’t notice.
Once they were both done (and once Juvia had cleaned herself up) Lucy set her hands on the table, covering Juvia’s own. Her finger brushed Juvia’s knuckles in what was almost a tender caress but not quite - something in Juvia thrilled at the touch.
“I…” Lucy began slowly. Juvia met her eyes, trepidation welling in her chest. “I… Juvia, correct me if I’m wrong, but…”
“But?” Juvia prompted, heart fluttering.
“Do you want this…” Lucy swallowed, colouring. “To be more than… just a practice date?”
Juvia inhaled sharply, shock filling her like ice water.
Do I want this to be more than a practice date?
The question evoked feelings in her that she had been ignoring from the start. The thoughts that Lucy was simply stunning, the excitement to spend time with her rather than get relationship advice, how she had noticed the elegant sway of Lucy’s hips and felt like she would explode whenever the other girl smiled at her… all of it…
Oh, hell, she liked Lucy. She liked Lucy a lot.
And in that instant, she knew her answer. Juvia didn’t think as it tumbled out of her lips - she was done deliberating every decision she made. She was a member of Fairy Tail now: and Fairies always plunged into things headfirst.
“Yes.”
Lucy looked at her for a long moment. Juvia felt afraid; what if she’d moved too fast? What if she’d freaked Lucy out? What if -
Then Lucy was leaning forward, her breath hot and sweet against Juvia’s nose, and she was whispering, “So can we make this a real date and seal it with a kiss?”
Juvia’s breathing grew erratic; it was all she could do to nod enthusiastically. Then soft lips, sweetened by ice-cream, covered her own, and Juvia lost herself in the endless sky that was Lucy Heartfilia. They could have kissed for five seconds or five hours; time didn’t exist between them, not to Juvia at any rate. It felt like forever and yet nothing at all.
When Lucy pulled away, she was red in the face. “I…” she started to stutter. “I…”
Juvia was the one to grin this time. “Does Lucy-san want to be Juvia’s girlfriend?” she offered boldly, a sudden bravery filling her.
Lucy grew redder, and it was her turn to nod mutely. Juvia smiled brightly and took Lucy’s hand in hers, dropping a kiss on it as the blonde had instructed her not hours ago. She didn’t think she would get to test out Lucy’s relationship advice so soon.
But never let it be said that she wasn’t absolutely ecstatic for it.
Mirajane huffs, placing her bag down on the coffee table and kicking off her work shoes. She slumps inelegantly onto the sofa, eyes closing for a brief second as she is finally able to relax.
“Long day?” inquires the deep and calming voice that Mira so loves. A beautiful face framed by long, fiery red locks pokes into the room, a knowing smile stretching pink lips.
“Erzaaaaaaa,” Mirajane groans babyishly, stretching her arms out to her wife. Erza snorts a laugh and comes to the sofa, grabbing Mira in a side hug and planting kisses all over her face.
Fuck whoever who said laughter is the best medicine. They’ve clearly never been kissed by Erza Scarlet. Mira instantly feels her energy levels spike as the warm waves of Erza’s affection wash over her, drowning her in their intensity yet filling her lungs with something that’s better than air. Erza’s soft flannel shirt smells like roses and gunpowder, the perfect combination of sweet and deadly.
Erza runs her hands through Mira’s hair, shiny and perfect on the outside but all matted and tangled on the inside like curly hair tends to get. Mirajane winces each time her fingers catch a knot; it hurts like a bitch, although it shouldn’t, but she’s had a really tiring day at work and she’s sensitive, okay?!
“Look at your hair. It’s such a mess,” Erza tuts. “This is why I tell you to braid it. But no, you just have to wear it loose!”
Mira sighs through her nose.
“I’m not in the mood for this now, princess,” she says softly. “It’s been a shit day.”
“I can tell.” Erza cups her cheek tenderly, brown eyes locking on blue. Strong arms grasp Mira’s shoulders, gently pushing her down onto the carpet between Erza’s legs.
Mirajane raises an eyebrow at her wife, tilting her head back to meet Erza’s face.
“You know, you could have just said so if you wanted me to suck-”
“No!” interrupts Erza quickly, her face turning as pink as Chelia’s hair. “No, no, that’s not - just wait here, and turn around so you’re leaning against the sofa!”
She gets up, and Mirajane immediately misses the warmth of Erza’s strong calves against her upper arms. But her wife returns quickly, taking her seat on the sofa once more. She nestles Mira’s head gently between her legs -
And then there are hands in her hair. Erza’s hands are coated in something fluid and oily, and Mirajane quickly realises that it’s hair serum. Fingers move gently over her scalp, applying pressure in all the right spots.
Mirajane goes liquid, body stiffening at first and then melting completely to her wife’s magical touch. Erza’s hands are soft but firm, and they unknot each tangle with careful expertise. It barely hurts at all - the gentle pulling of her hair is almost therapeutic, and Mirajane feels herself go boneless with relaxation.
Erza’s fingers shift through her locks, but they are soon replaced by a brush. Mirajane would whine at the loss of contact if the brushing didn’t feel so good.
Finally, the brush is drawn away; however, Erza’s fingers return. They section her thick hair into three parts, draping each over the other slowly and carefully. Every section is pulled tight at the end of a repetition, creating a braid that is both comfortable and won’t come loose in the night. Erza works for almost five full minutes, and Mirajane relaxes against her wife’s knee, eyes slipping closed as she allows herself to be taken care of.
Erza ties off her hard work with a flourish and a kiss to Mirajane’s forehead, declaring, “I’m done!”
“Thanks,” Mirajane whispers, a muffled sound buried in the toned flesh of Erza’s thigh.
Erza caresses her cheek with tender caring.
“Anything for you,” she whispers back - and means it.
Thank you all so much for taking part in the event to celebrate this beautiful ship! With your support, we are proud to watch JelRay blossoming more each day. And don’t worry if you haven’t been able to put together something: we are accepting late submissions up to a month from today!
Masterlist of Works (late submissions will be bolded)
Day 1: Light
It Was His Magic - @watcher-ofthe-sky
the light of a thousand suns - @ceruleanshockwave
Day 2: Confetti
(no submissions yet)
Day 3: Lock
Lock - @watcher-ofthe-sky
Day 4: Mirror
(no submissions yet)
Day 5: Tradition
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Day 6: Horizon
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Day 7: Family
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Miscellaneous
My Ship in 5 Minutes - @gaymirajane (ship meme)
we’re not broken, just bent - @gaymirajane, @j-ellals (playlist)
This Wall Between Us - @gaymirajane (fanfiction)
Once again, we thank all of you who have participated in this week of celebration and to those who helped us in signal boosting it and spreading the word. We really appreciate all your efforts.
We know we had a ton of fun viewing all your entries! Late submissions are welcomed with open arms up till May 20th 2020. Please mention the blog @jelrayweek so that your entries won't be missed!
