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This is a collection of my stories for Gruvia fluff-fest (on tumblr). Those stories are not related to each other and can be read in any order.

Cook (~1700 words) - Gray really wants to cook something for her for a change, but it proves to be quite a challenge when she constantly sticks her nose in his pots.

Artist (2700) - Juvia makes an unusual gift for Gray's birthday, but it's not easy to even get him see it, especially that it's so snowy outside, and he is, ah, well, you guessed it: naked.

Snow (1000) - Snow is like ice and water combined, right? Or maybe not? :)

Hot chocolate (2800) - They say chocolate is good for your mental health. Probably they've never had to cope with Juvia after she had seven in a row...

Bath (2400) - let's just say it was not what you'd like to see when waking up from your underwater slumber.

Hope you'll like it! Expect some silliness -

Cook

Ding-dong!

Gray left the eggs he was breaking, brushed hands off his apron and went to get the door. He didn't expect anyone at this hour, but -

"Gray-sama! Juvia is here!" she beamed brightly.

"Ah? But why?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Well, Gray-sama told Juvia to come, didn't he?" her eyes grew wide, as she hesitated – probably, Gray mused, starting to think that it was all her imagination.

"Well, yes, but you are five hours early." Gray measured her with his eyes, having problem to decide if he should be more irritated or amused.

"But Juvia just couldn't wait! She is so excited!" she clasped her hands, as her eyes flooded with joy and relief. "Juvia can wait here, if Gray-sama doesn't want her inside..." She fidgeted, blushing slightly.

Gray sighed.

"No, come in," he said, stepping aside. "It's just that I'm not prepared yet. I was going to cook you a dinner."

"Really?" She fixed her eyes on his. "Gray-sama is cooking?"

"Well, I thought..." He scratched his head in embarrassment. "You always cook for me, so I thought I might do something for you, too." Truth was, he felt a little bit guilty with all those gifts she showered him with, while he did literally nothing.

"That's wonderful, Gray-sama," Juvia smiled, drifting nearer to him. "Can Juvia help?"

"Ah? But the point is that I cook for you, so you shouldn't be helping." He frowned.

"But Juvia loves cooking!" Her eyes were pleading. "Can Juvia help? She would be so happy!"

"Hmm..."

"Juvia will do everything that Gray-sama tells her!"

"Well, but - "

"Juvia will be a good girl!"

"But - "

"Juvia promises!"

"Fine!" he scowled at her, and she hopped in place, squealing. "But I'm doing the main work, is it clear? I am the one cooking here."

"Yes, yes, Gray-sama! Yes! Juvia can chop things and stuff! Whatever Gray-sama wants."

"Well then," he shrugged, giving up. Just a little bit probably couldn't hurt, could it?

"Here it goes, Gray-sama! Juvia chopped those tomatoes just as you said!"

"Thanks," he muttered, distracted. Something was wrong with his dough, he knew, but he did everything as in the recipe, so how could it go awry like that?

"Umm... It's too thick, Gray-sama," she said, peeking over his arm. "Gray-sama could add some water, like this," she poured some water into his dough. "And now it needs some kneading." She started to work the dough up with the moves that looked ten times more professional than his.

"Hey, hey!" he whisked the dough out of her hands and gently elbowed her aside. "I'm doing this, remember?"

"But Juvia just wanted to help!"

"But that's too much! You promised you would do as I say, didn't you?"

She nodded her head slowly, looking at the floor with apologetic expression.

"Now, shoo," he waved her away from his work.

"So what should Juvia do?" she asked eagerly.

"Sit down, relax and read Weekly Sorcerer or somethin', " he grumbled, getting back to the dough.

Juvia sighed and sat on the chair by the other table. He finished with the dough and left it to rest, than moved on to prepare the cottage cheese filling.

"Gray-sama, you forgot to add the salt!" she told him.

"Thanks," he flashed her a glare. "But wasn't you supposed to read something instead?"

"Umm. Yes." She reluctantly went back to whatever newspaper was in front of her.

Gray stirred the mass some more and went to check up on the dough. When he turned back, however, Juvia was hovering dangerously close to the bowl with filling.

"Um, that's good, Gray-sama!" she smiled broadly, slowly licking a spoon. "But, it would be even better if Gray-sama added some pepper, and also it needs some more yogurt or cream, otherwise - "

"JUVIA," he growled, picking her up and carrying her away from his creation. "No hijacking my cooking!" She squealed softly when he put her down at the opposite corner of the kitchen. "It's not gonna be as perfect as yours," he told her, "But I'm doing this, not you. Just let me."

"Uhm. Um," Juvia mumbled, fidgeting a bit, her cheeks tainted red. "Yes, Gray-sama."

"Will you behave?" he frowned at her.

"Yes, yes," she confirmed weakly, but her eyes wandered around in distraction. "But, Gray-sama..."

"Yeah?"

"How did you manage to get rid of all your clothes without taking off the apron first? Juvia has a problem comprehending it."

"Uh?" Gray glanced down to discover evident lack of shirt and pants. Then he peeked under his apron to confirm that, indeed, he managed to lose everything. "Erm... Just give me a moment," he said quickly and ran away in search of clothes.

When he came back, Juvia was already laying his dough down in the baking pan.

"Juvia! For god's sake," he snarled, gently pushing her away from the table. "You're behaving worse than Erza in front of a strawberry cake."

"But the oven is already hot enough, Gray-sama..."

"It will be hot in a minute too," Gray scowled her. "If you don't have anything to do," he said, taking another apron from the hook and giving it to her, "Here. You were wondering how did I do it – try it yourself."

"G-Gray-sama wants Juvia to take her clothes off?" Her eyes grew round and wide and his face suddenly got a whole lot warmer. Well, he wouldn't oppose it – at least not too much.

"Pfft, you're not going to manage without taking the apron off anyway," he grumbled, quickly turning back to his tart-to-be. "It's only for pros."

He filled the tart with cheese, arranged the tomatoes on the top and put it into the oven, noticing quiet sounds of frustration coming from behind his back.

"Umm, Gray-sama... Juvia has a problem."

He turned to her slowly, full of bad feelings about this, only to burst out with laughter when he saw her - twisted uncomfortably on the chair with the apron binding her hands behind her back.

"How did you do it?" he asked, brushing the tears from his eyes while she pouted at him.

"Juvia just tried to take her collar off..."

"And you managed to tie yourself to the chair?"

"Well... It wasn't easy." She bit her lip, squirming uncomfortably. "Just as Gray-sama said..."

Gray collected himself and started to untie her, but then a genius thought crossed his mind.

"You know what?" he looked at her triumphantly. "That's actually perfect." Smirking, he went back to the kitchen top to prepare the salad.

"Gray-sama!" she protested. "Aren't you going to untie Juvia?"

"Well, were you a good girl?" He raised a brow at her.

"Huh?"

"This way you won't hijack my cooking anymore."

"Gray-sama..."

"No way." Well, maybe it was not the nicest thing in the world, but he was already irritated enough. This way, at least the rest of the evening could go peacefully. "Not until I finished cooking."

Humming happily, he chopped the vegetables for the salad and started to prepare a vinaigrette.

Juvia tried to fight with her bonds for a while, then she sighed and gave up.

"Maybe Gray-sama just likes Juvia tied up," she purred.

Gray glanced at her, trying not to think of how he likes it, indeed. She was harmless like that – couldn't jump at him, nor stuff her nose in his cooking, not spread her breast on his arm like she often liked to – and speaking of this breast, it did look even more impressive when she was sitting like that. "You're not gonna provoke me," he answered, swallowing.

"Gray-sama likes it when Juvia cannot resist him," she said. "But maybe, Gray-sama, you know, it would be better to tie Juvia to some other furniture... Hmm..." She fidgeted, licking her lips. "Juvia behaved badly, after all."

Gray gave her a long look – surely something disturbingly fascinating was going on in her head - came closer and leaned over her, almost touching the tip of he nose with his. Her dreamy expression turned into unsure and flustered, as she squealed under his gaze and pressed her back more into the chair, her eyes growing rounder and rounder.

He smiled at her, raised a hand armed with a spoon and hit her gently on the nose. "No," he said.

The look on her face almost made him laugh, but he managed to suppressed it until turning back to vegetables.

"Gray-sama..." Her voice was dazed and weak. "The tart..."

"Oh, you're right!" He pulled it out of the oven and cut a bit to try. "Umm, that's good! You want to try?"

Juvia nodded enthusiastically.

Gray cut a slice off and hesitated. Should he untie her now? But some part of him didn't really want to.

He picked up the slice, and, as his heart started stupidly pounding for some unknown reason, put it close to her mouth. She looked at him, bewildered and flushed, but shyly took a bit.

"Uhm... That's delicious, Gray-sama..." she sighed, smiling.

He smirked triumphantly, pride of job well done throwing him out of his bedazzlement. "See? I can do it," he boasted.

Juvia took another bite from his hand.

"Uh, wait, I'll untie you," he knelt beside her chair, suddenly embarrassed that he had left her like that.

"Although..." she mused, chewing. "With fresh basil on top it would be even better... And sprinkled with some olive oil! That would be perfect... And if - "

Gray stopped his attempts at rescue to squint at her reproachfully.

"What's wrong, Gray-sama?" She sent him a gaze of perfect innocence.

Gray shook his head. "You know what," he said, fastening her bonds instead of undoing them, "Suddenly I feel like making a dessert."

Author's note: Thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated. (also, if you see any mistakes, let me know. Or if you are my superhero and want to be my beta lol then all the more let me know :P)