Married at 18

Home life

I realized that I have the weirdest kinks a couple days ago and the only way to now describe how I feel about them is shook... ))

(Later)
Grays POV

Tonight Juvia cooked me dinner, she normally makes dinner just for herself. We talked for a bit and other useless stuff
We have school tomorrow too
She'll probably go back to being useless again
Or maybe she'll continue being my gir- I think I gat side tracked from my original though
Stupid girl somehow got in my head
I then heard a knock at the door
*knock* *knock*
I angrily got up and walked to the door and lazily opened it and rubbed my eyes
"Why hello" Lyon greeted me while sneering at me
"What's your problem punk?" I said in a dull voice
"Well because I'm your friend who knows you and Juvia are married and that you don't like her I thought we should tallllk" Lyon said singing the end of his idiotic phrase
I didn't feel like arguing so I just let him in the house to sit
Suddenly o heard this soft noise from upstairs, it was muffles though
It got unmuffled and sounded like singing

"When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special"
It sounded gorgeous like an angel it must be from her phone, I thought until Lyon said " oh my God! Her voice is like a water angel, my little baby" he almost moaned out of his putrid little mouth
Suddenly I got this spark in me, this fire raging through my bones
"Your baby?" I questioned him in a deadly voice
"Yep my Juvia " he blabbed out
"What! You think I'm fucking if kidding you! Huh huh!" I yelled out engulfed in rage
I grasped my hands on his neck ignoring the footsteps I heard
Juvia's POV
I hopped down the stairs to hear a gurgling sound and raised an eyebrow, confused as to what it was
I continued walking and cautiously turned my head around to see grays hands in Lyons neck while Lyon was grasping the air for air
"STOP!" I immediately yelled
They both flinching
Gray obediently stopped that's unusual,
Lyon the socked gray on the nose and put his hands on his lap and smiled at me
"Lyon... I uhh, think you should leave" I said in a confused and angry tone
"Why? I came to see you?" Lyon Said with puppy dog eyes
"But then gray wouldn't let me!" Lyon said dramatically and acting out the motions
"Why did you punch him then?" I said to him but it seemed like I was just talking at him because of the sheer silence he left on
"Why did you punch him then?" I said in a more stern voice to deliver the message that he so rudely ignored before
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"Well he yelled at me" Lyon said as if it were the simplest thing
"Well I'm not gonna lose to that loser!" Gray yelled impatiently while pointing at Lyon
He's gonna lose what? I thought
I then spoke my mind "lose what?"
Grays POV
"Lose what?" Juvia said with confusion visible on her face

Lose what... what will I lose?
Oh my god! I'm gonna lose
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Her! Juvia! Why? don't I want to lose her
No I can't lose h-her