I don’t actively ship Juvana (though I’m a massive fan of their friendship in canon) but I have a lot of friends that do so I figured I’d try my hand at writing these two romantically. I hope this is alright. I’m adding some Cana/Mira brotp too because I’m sick of seeing people say that those two hate each other just because it suits their ship.
Juvia hadn’t walked in on Cana’s heart to heart with Mirajane on purpose. Rather, being the topic of conversation had embarrassed her into hiding behind one of the large columns and now she had no escape. From where she sat Juvia could hear Cana swilling pints of beer like her life depended on it. That girl could drink an oceans worth of beer, it was an amazing feat. Juvia could never hope to match her.
“I think Juvia would love to know how you feel, Cana,” Mira offered, “They’re your true feelings, after all. Juvia would never abuse the feelings that come straight from your heart. Besides, that barrel you carry around is starting to grow tired of your usual dates.”
Cana’s drunken laughter echoed through the guild hall. Juvia’s heart clenched tightly as she fought with her inner morals. She wanted desperately to leave the room and avoid eavesdropping — it wasn’t fair to Cana — but Juvia couldn’t deny the temptation of listening in. Besides, she’d be caught if she tried to leave now. At least, that was her excuse.
“She’s,” Cana paused to let out a sigh of longing, “Jeez, I don’t know. She’s Juvia, you know? She’s that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow that nobody ever finds. You know, ‘cause it’s so special.”
Juvia risked a glance across the room and caught sight of Mirajane giving Cana an affectionate pat on the shoulder. She held her breath as she watched Cana down more beer. The mentioned barrel was sitting to her right. Juvia had to stifle a laugh at the memory of Mira’s taunt.
“She’ll listen to you,” Mirajane promised, “I just know it. So don’t lose hope yet, if you really like her then—”
“I do,” Cana groaned, “Shit, I really do. I’d give up drinking for her.”
Mirajane let out an exaggerated gasp. “I’d lead with that, if you want to make an impression.”
Cana leaned back on the barstool and Juvia ducked behind the column once again, fearful of the brunette’s watchful gaze. And of the terrifying woman standing behind the bar. Mirajane had a knack for knowing exactly who was where when it came to the guild hall. It’s what made it difficult for the boys to cause trouble these days.
“I think I love her,” Cana confessed, “Not a fleeting crush but love, real love.”
Juvia heard the sound of her own sobs drifting through the guild hall. Both girls at the bar fell silent as she tried to reign in her tears. She’d been so moved by Cana’s words, so incredibly touched by the thoughtful gestures and the emotional rambling. Juvia’s heart ached as she stood slowly to her feet, a hand skating across the column as she revealed herself.
“Shit, Juvia!” Cana stood in a panic, her arms held up in surrender. Mirajane leaned over the bar to give the brunette a nudge. Juvia stood quietly and watched through blurred vision as the drunken young woman approached.
“Would you mind taking this one home?” Mira asked from the bar. “I have to close up the guild now and she’s talking my ear off.”
Juvia gave a quiet nod of understanding and reached an arm around Cana’s waist. The two stumbled out of the guild hall in silence, save the quiet sobs still rumbling in Juvia’s chest. When they reached the end of the street Cana dropped to one knee and Juvia was at her side instantly. The brunette then threw her arms around Juvia’s neck and let out a long whine.
“You take good care of me,” Cana drawled, “I really love you, Juvia~”
Juvia’s cheeks burned. She held Cana against her under the dim light of lacrimas scattered across the street. There was no denying the longing patter of her heartbeat.
“Me too,” she whispered against Cana’s silky hair, “Juvia loves you too.”