Send me a sentence (and a ship and I’ll write a drabble)
My Condition:
If you send me a fluffy prompt, I’m gonna make it angsty.
If you send me an angsty prompt, I’m gonna make it fluffy.
I’M SUCH A PROCRASTINATOR OMG DX I’m sorry this took so long, my precious bagel (especially since this is super short ugh)! I hope this is good! >
Character(s): Gray, Juvia
Gray’s hand hovered over the door right as he was about to knock. A knot formed in his stomach as he continued to stand there, hesitating.
Should he knock? Would this be a good time?
Gray bit his lip, cursing his nervousness. His hand wouldn’t move.
“H-hey, Juvia?” he called through the door, his voice inadvertently cracking at her name. “Are you in there?”
There was no answer forthcoming, and after about another couple minutes of standing out in the hallway, he could no longer stand the pressure. His hand that had been frozen over the door swiftly moved down to the doorknob—which he turned and clicked open before he could think twice.
He pushed the door open slightly and peered inside briefly—and he could indeed see Juvia there, sitting at the foot of their queen-size bed. Her light blue summer dress was rumpled against her figure, presumably from all the time she’d wrung her fingers into the thin fabric. Her long navy blue hair cascaded down her shoulders and face, so Gray couldn’t make out her expression. Her hands were tightly folded in her lap, her body posture tense and guarded—it was clear that she didn’t want to be disturbed.
She didn’t seem to notice him there, but he couldn’t just leave her there alone after seeing her like this. He entered the room, carefully shutting the door behind him as he did so, and sat next to her on the bed. Gray tried to get a good look at her face, but the tangled locks of hair were making it difficult.
Juvia didn’t indicate that she was aware of his presence.
“…Juvia.” Gray placed a hand over hers—Juvia flinched at the sudden contact and raised her gaze to meet his in shock. Her eyes were red-rimmed—she’d been crying.
“G-Gray-sama…” She lowered her head again, fiddling with the hem of her dress. “Did…do you need something?”
“…Yeah…just one thing.” He took her hands into his and lifted them, surprising her once again into meeting his gaze—and this time, he made sure to hold it. “Stop beating yourself up over this, okay? It’s not your fault.”
Juvia could do no more than simply stare at him, stunned for a good minute before she bit her trembling lip and averted her gaze. “B-but—but we—”
“But nothing!” Gray abruptly released his hold on her hands—only to pull her into a tight embrace. “Listen, Juvia; not you nor anyone else is to blame for this, okay? It just so happens that this is how you were born. I know you feel otherwise, but—” His arms tensed around her still form. “—I—I don’t mind at all. If we can’t conceive on our own…we can always adopt. We can still raise a family.”
Juvia was silent at his words for a brief moment, but Gray could soon feel her trembling beneath his arms.
“Gray-sama…!” she whimpered, burying her face into his shoulder and weeping profusely. “Ju—Juvia is s-sorry—she just—I—only want to—want to h-have a baby—!”
Juvia’s sobs grew until she could no longer speak coherently. All Gray was able to do now was hold her in his arms and provide her with whatever comfort he could offer.
They would never have children of their own…but that didn’t mean they couldn’t start a family.
