She weighed next to nothing in his arms. So fragile yet strong at the same time. They were breathing each other so deeply… The heat of the fire in their room had nothing on them. It was about comfort, it was about healing and it turned into so much more so fast. They were the extension of the fire at that moment.
“Let’s go bed.”
Jamie slowly walked the distance between where they stood and the bed, like he was walking on clouds. His hands running from her backside to her thighs and just holding her up as he did, had left a trail of tingling sensation that Claire was still reeling from. She needed his big hands on her again, lighting up her every nerve. There was a time not long ago that she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel it, or wanted to feel it, or that she could. But only those hands, made for her, given to him for her, like he had once said, could heal her.
She was running her smooth delicate fingers on his nape and upper back, drawing patterns and words they could not utter, since breathing was turning into a hardship at this point. Claire needed out of her stays, she felt restrained. All she wanted was his weight on her, his burning hot skin against her. She wanted to feel his muscles and scars, to kiss them, to lick his perfect worked stomach. Tonight she was hungry for him in a way that only love filled with lust could explain. And he is mine.
How is this woman mine? Jamie asked himself that question many times and caging Claire with his toned arms atop the bed just reminded him yet again of the wonder of her love for him. That flushed beauty, her mouth semi-open for his kisses, her teasing eyes… He ran his nose along her neck and caught her lips. She tugged on his hair for dear life and her tongue came out to dance with his, to claim him. Like any person else could compare… If he could, he would be claimed like this every single day of his life.
And the flames went higher…
Jamie held himself up on his elbows, close to the precipice of losing balance altogether, as Claire started running her foot up his calf, lifting the kilt ever so slightly. Biting him gently on the lower lip, she released the auburn curls and sat on the mattress. Like on their wedding night, he helped her untie the restraining stays, and exactly like on their wedding night their gazes didn’t leave one another. Only difference was, the desire was stronger, the air was heavier.
After removing the stays, Claire unbuckled the kilt’s belt and maddeningly teasing, slowly removed the plaid in all his glorious folds aside. He was intensely ready himself. It overwhelmed all her senses like always. If it weren’t Jamie, this lack of control would have left Claire nervous, but it could never happen with Jamie… “Jamie.” She breathed.
“I’m here, Sorcha.”
He lifted her shift over her head, the sudden gush of cool air caused by the movement of it making her nipples stiffen. That and the dark blue gaze that didn’t fail to shake her to her core. She was still in her stockings, one loose and one still fastened with a flimsy pink tie. She made a move to take them off but he didn’t let her, holding her hands, he placed them around his neck again, while he ran his hands up her glorious round arse and held her tight around the waist, closer to him. Not one inch of room left to breathe anything else but the sweet scent of each other, enhanced by the flames that only went higher.
He started kissing and sucking on her neck, tasting her herbal sweetness, moving one hand to comb her curls away. The only sound in Jamie’s ears were Claire’s exquisite soft moans. Those sounds that made him go mad, also made him relinquish all his senses to her incredibly smooth skin. Moving to her lips again, the intense and slow kiss held a promise of contained words. Words that were not enough to describe the chemistry that happened between them in these moments. He wanted to watch her lose herself.
Feeling Jamie peeling his beautiful mouth away from her, Claire whimpered. He replied by putting his forehead against hers and swayed for a bit holding her in place. One hand tucked her hair behind her ear and a cheeky smirk came upon his face as he dragged his hands over her arms and laid down. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted to give it to him.
That bed and its magic blue quilt was their sanctuary, a place that held many whispers and sweet nothings, said in the dark of the night and in the fresh light of the dawn.
Jamie lay down and placed a hand on his wife, his goddess, guiding her to climb on top of him. The sensations was overwhelmingly satisfying, it was a lightning coursing through them, echoes of thunder reverberating through their limbs. Smiling at her, he put both hands on her shoulders as she started to rock. Slowly, he let his arms run along hers and up again. Their breathing was erratic.
She was supporting herself on him, the marble of his torso feeling like an anchor in a sea of blue quilt. “You feel so good, Jamie.”
“Mo nighean donn”, he said in a whisper like sob. “Don’t stop, Claire…” Moaning, their hearts and bodies rode each other. Jamie placed his hand in the center of Claire’s chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart, slowly reaching for her ivory breasts, kneading and teasing her.
He loved watching her - her head dropping backwards as she started to lose herself in the moment - trying to remain “bodily sober” enough to see her face change a thousand beautifully different ways with their lovemaking, but he too was about to lose it as well.
Claire leaned forward gifting her breasts to him and Jamie thought heaven was upon him. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked and softly bit and felt Claire shiver under her hands. She held his head with some force and if Jamie were to die for lack of air, he would have died one happy man.
“You’re so beautiful, Claire. Please don’t stop mo nighean donn, more.”
“Oh Jamie, my love.”
Claire was starting to lose herself entirely, holding onto Jamie’s neck and shoulders wanting to kiss him, but not wanting him to take his mouth from where it was. Jamie groaned and sat up completely. She kissed him urging for his tongue to meet hers, trying to get into him and he was getting into her. So deep, so passionate, so so so much, but never enough.
Claire caressed his face, marveling at his furrowing brow, smoothing it, kissing it. They were still riding thunder as Jamie brought one hand down to touch the place, hot enough as to make metal melt, as to turn coal into diamond. Then, he buried his face in her neck, she burying her nails in his back, and ecstasy ensued. Together, they became one. Jamie kept his face on her neck, Claire was overdone with one long sob leaving her lips as the aftershocks came through. She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t breathe and neither could he.
After the lingering effects washed over them, Jamie held his well rested wife against him. She propped herself on her elbow, kissed and caressed his pecs and whispered, smiling, “Tha gaol agam ort, mo Seaumais”.
I love how Stiles just intently watches Lydia as she stares off into space. The little things like that mean as much to me as the big Stydia moments. It’s obvious that Dylan understands Stiles and what Stiles feels for Lydia so well because he knows when to add the smallest touches that have the biggest meaning. I absolutely love it.
Makoharu is perfect. I've seen a lot of anime, a lot of films and series BUT even if not canon their relationship is still my favourite. Best love story ever and noone will convince me they are not in love
I completely agree with this, Anon. There is a reason my OTP is MakoHaru and that is because in my opinion, their relationship is the most beautiful and loving one I’ve ever seen in any anime, film, series, or even in real life.
I talk about the beauty of MakoHaru a lot with some of my friends, so some of the things I’m going to say here may be their words, but there are so many reasons why I love MakoHaru so much.
One of the things I love most about their relationship is the childhood friends aspect. Most of us have friends when we’re young but usually, as we grow older and develop as human beings, we change and then we find new friends, and old friendships are left in the past for the most part. However, with Makoto and Haru, that’s not the case. They have been together since the very beginning; there are only about four months in Haru’s life when he didn’t was by Makoto’s side, at that was because Makoto wasn’t born yet! They were already together before some of their other friends were even born. And even as they grew up, they always consciously chose to be together. Especially the transition from elementary school to middle school is one in which a lot of friendships dissolve and this could have happened to Makoto and Haru as well because they were not in the same class. But it didn’t, because they consciously chose to stay together. Even after quitting the swim club in middle school, they didn’t stop seeing each other or hanging out together frequently because they simply enjoy each other’s presence so much. It’s always better to be together than to be alone.
Another thing I really love about Makoto and Haru’s relationship is their flaws. Yes, they’re not perfect, but that’s alright because they love each other’s flaws too. In fact, they match so well because they fill in each other’s blanks: for example, Haru has a hard time verbally expressing himself and Makoto knows this and therefore talks for him, which he is always able to do because he can basically read Haru’s mind.
Which brings me to the next point, the mind reading. It’s kind of a running gag in the show and the events, but it’s a reflection of how deep their connection truly is. They know each other so well that they know what the other is thinking based on the way they look and behave. They can read it in each other’s eyes. They are so in-tune with each other’s feelings than they know what the other is thinking. Or, like Kisumi said before, their hearts are connected.
There are so many other things I can name but I don’t think this message would ever end if I did, because there are countless of aspects that make MakoHaru my favourite relationship ever, but because I’m trying to keep it short, I’ll mention a couple of other points quickly: the fact that they are each other’s home; that their relationship is built upon years of unconditional trust, support, and love; that the only thing that truly broke Haru was the thought of Makoto leaving him behind; that Haru went to Tokyo with Makoto; that there is nothing about Haru that Makoto doesn’t like; that, when presented with something beautiful, Makoto will always look at Haru for his reaction because Haru’s reaction is even more beautiful than the thing; that when he’s scared, Makoto will hide behind Haru’s back for protection; that even though Makoto’s fears are irrational, Haru always takes him seriously and wants to ensure his comfort; and that their relationship is so natural: they’ve been each other’s best friends for their entire life and they just love each other so, so, so much.
I have to cut myself off at some point so I’ll do that now. MakoHaru is my favourite relationship ever, my OTP, the ship I dedicate my life to. For me, there is absolutely no relationship that can ever even begin to match up to the beauty and perfection of MakoHaru.
Let us fill the gruvia tag with some positivity. What are your top 5 gruvia moments?
It’s the school holidays somewhere isn’t it. I like the idea anon! Let’s spread love and positivity for Gruvia :)) Thanks for sending the ask ^^
5 - Gray stopping the rain/their first meeting
I love that Gray had such a big impact on Juvia. She was blushing and FEELZ everywhere, she is precious. Then the moment she sees the sun is when her heart is forever with Gray Fullbuster, ahhh! I started rooting for her since, so you could say I’m complete Gruvia trash, honestly.
Gray was pretty in the zone of “saving nakama” and they were battling sure, but he was also very confused over her actions. Despite that he said he wouldn’t go easy on her, he was still respectable.
For any ship, I always love where and how it all started. Anime episode 25 and 26 have a special place in my heart, as are manga chapters 56 and 57 :)
4 - Gray saving Juvia from Ultear in Tenrou
Like he told Ultear, he followed her because he was suspicious of how truthful she was. However, he made himself known when Juvia was at risk. Why?
We’ll probably never know unless Mashima treats us to a glorious Gray-POV of everything, which is highly unlikely.
3 - Gray’s flashback to Juvia in Tartarous (Ch. 392)
I love this moment for many reasons. One, he thought of Juvia, and Juvia is separate from the likes of Lucy, Erza and Wendy (by how she was separate and not included in the smaller panels). Two, this is the first time we know/see anything from Gray’s perspective on Juvia through his eyes. Three, the fact that he thought of her the moment he casted iced shell, a spell he knows he won’t come back from. Meaning he knows he means a lot to her, and thus knows she’ll be devastated if he was gone. Something that is showcased again in chapter 522, and in 522 she was among the likes of Ur, Natsu, and Silver, so the distinction that Juvia is special to him is made even clearer.
That said, 392 was the catalyst, so it’s why I didn’t include 522, haha.
I have a tough time deciding the final two moments.
It’s a toss between 416 and 499.
416 - because Juvia reached the decision that she can’t love Gray anymore, that she had hurt him too much. Not in a “yay, I’m glad she’ll be goners” way, but more of a, “you are honestly too precious and too good for this world”. She was ready to give up her feelings for him, was ready for him to hate her and lash out at her. Can you imagine how much courage she’d have to have had in order to say this to him? IN PERSON?
And what makes this better? THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT SHE EXPECTED HAPPENED.
HE DIDN’T. HE HELL-NAW DIDN’T. HE PULLED HER BACK TO HIM AND HUGGED HER. SAID SORRY AND THANKED HER. AND WEEPED. AND GOSH IT’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING. I CAN’T EVEN.
I won’t even get into how great the panels were placed during this scene, the anticipation and tension was well-built, and the fact that it was snowing added a touch of romance to it all. Their moment in 416 was great and all the things I could ever ask for and more.
I was also new to the FT Tumblr fandom back when this was released. I spazzed like nobody’s business when JUST THIS PICTURE ABOVE was spoiled, fangirled like crazy when the full chapter came, and reblogged all the edits I could ever find of 416 after that, it was amazing.
499 - Everything about 499 hurt me. It was angst in the most beautifully tragic way possible, in a SHOUNEN manga of all places.
We expected Juvia to sacrifice herself, it’s how she is and has been her shtick, but for Gray to think and act on a similar train of thought? Sacrifice himself for her? WHOA. If this isn’t the most tragically beautiful way of showing love for one another, I don’t know what I can say to convince anyone otherwise.
Just about everything Gray does and says in 499 made it clear that Juvia is special to him. He loves her but couldn’t tell her in time. His world falls apart and he rages at the man who “killed” her. JUST. ALL. THE. FEELINGS!!!
GMG unison raid - I love the eye sex stares they shared! I loved that Gray initiated and encouraged her. Their unison raid moment was all about teamwork and just how compatible they are, in terms of fighting and magic. (If it weren’t obvious already) Then them STILL holding hands later, ohohoho.
413 Days - a whole omake dedicated to my OTP, the animated episode released on VALENTINE’S DAY. I couldn’t ask for more.
“I’m here with you” and 453 balcony scene - I’m a cheater and I know it, lmao. Oh man, how could I forget about these two moments!? For “I”m here with you”, it’s a very intimate moment, but said with so few words!?!?!?!?! HOW U DO THIS GRAY GAWD. I love that Gray said he is with her, rather than a very general statement along the lines of “nakama”… There’s a difference and I think it started here, or much earlier, I’m not sure.
Then 453, Gray is so honest!?!?!?! He is so frank and chill talking about his feelings!?!?! I LOVE THIS. I loved that Juvia is the person who brought out this side of him. I love that he’s like this WHEN IT’S HIM AND HER. And then him being flirty with Juvia?!?!?!?!? JUST!?!?!? *dies*
I chose to put these two together because both are rare insights into a very different Gray. Gray with Juvia is different from Gray when he’s with his friends.
Silver’s “take care of Gray” - as I mentioned in my shounen tropes meta, it’s everything that solidifies that Gruvia will happen, and it’s the Silver Fullbuster stamp of approval, no doubt about it. and I just really wanted to include Silver somewhere in this ok
Avatar/One-year timeskip - six months living together - A GOLDMINE OF HEADCANONS AND FANFICTION AHOY. Just what is Mashima thinking wasting opportunities NOT doing an omake or flashback to this!?!?! UUUGGGGHHHHHHH. There are so many things!
I cheated and this is actually a top 10 and not top 5, lmao. They have so many moments. So, so many.
IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE MY LAST FANART DEDICATED TO MY TOP FAVORITE OTP GRUVIA!!!!! IM HAPPY TO BE PART OF THIS WEEK CELEBRATION!!!
It meant to be one page but i ended up making three just to convey thoroughly my head cannon/idea that relates to the today’s prompt. Actually i’d been having this story since a long time(Grand Magic Arc i guess). I’m pretty glad i could able to convey it physically. I attempt to write a fanfiction about it but im not confident with my writing skill. And honestly, Gruvia is just minor cast because my true intention of this story, is to revolve the plot with the offspring of gerza as a major cast. My idea of FT next generation. Rawr. I’ll post a blog of this as main topic soon(maybe). (if i’ve got some juices to squeeze) My oc there is not just an OC to support my theme lols. He bears a role to the story i’ve been longing to write for FT. huehue
I just fond of the ft fan story where Juvia lost her memory and Gray will be chasing her just like how Juvia chase him just to reach her feelings of romance to him.
when Juvia’s gone, she’s conceiving her second child with Gray without his awareness. (just to add some dramatic twist and event)