Day 1: Grey (Childhood Friends AU)
A/N: My ficlet for Graylu Week! Funny enough, I had this idea for a while before I saw the prompts :)
“GRAAAAY! HEY, GRAY!”
10-year-old Gray Fullbuster let out a frustrated huff as a little blonde girl raced over to where he was building a sandcastle on the beach.
“Not now, Lucy,” Gray mumbled, carefully emptying another pail full of sand onto the base to sculpt a tower. “I’m trying to concentrate…”
Lucy squatted down next to him and let out a soft, “Ooh.”
“I can’t play right now.”
“I know! I just want to be with you.”
Gray shifted his head so Lucy wouldn’t catch the faint blush creeping up on his cheeks. The two had only met a few days earlier; Ur wanted to take a break from seeing nothing but snow 24/7 and wanted to treat the boys to a little vacation. So she decided to head south and take Gray and Lyon with her to a tropical resort for some R&R. He met Lucy, who was also on vacation with her parents, down on the beach the first day and they had been hanging out ever since. Well, it was more like Lucy tagged along with Gray wherever he went. A part of him liked the attention; after all, Lucy was funny and cute and he liked being around her. However, the other part of him wanted to stay away from her because he didn’t like how she could make him blush so easily.
“You’re castle looks so good, Gray!” Lucy complimented. “Any time I make a sandcastle, it falls apart.”
Gray shrugged. “Well, I do a lot of training with maker magic so I guess I should be good at making stuff.”
Lucy nodded vigorously in agreement, causing Gray to chuckle. Her eyes followed Gray’s hands as they skillfully sculpted the sand. Eventually, she got bored and picked up a nearby stick, proceeding to draw in the sand a few yards away.
After Gray finished his castle, he rose to his feet and wiped the sweat off his brow. “Are you done?” Lucy’s voice called out excitedly. “Can I see it?”
“Yeah, it’s done.”
Lucy hobbled over, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the castle. “It’s beautiful, Gray! It looks exactly like a real castle!”
Gray gave her a proud smirk and asked, “You think so?”
“Yes! We should live in a castle like that together when we’re older!”
Gray made a choking noise. “L-L-Lucy,” he stammered, “you can’t say stuff like that! People will get the wrong idea!”
Ignoring him, Lucy grabbed Gray’s hand and dragged him over to the spot where she had been doodling in the sand. “I made something, too! Come see what I made!”
Sure enough, in awkward - but legible - cursive, Lucy had written out “GREY + LUCY” in the sand with several hearts and smiley faces surrounding it.
Gray was speechless. He could feel his face growing hotter and hotter by the second while Lucy stood there, beaming at her handiwork. Then, after a few moments, he frowned.
“Lucy, why did you spell my name that way?!”
Lucy blinked, clearly confused. “Because that’s how you’re supposed to spell ‘grey’, right?”
“No! It’s spelled G-R-A-Y!”
“Huh? My tutor that taught me spelling said that grey was spelled g-r-e-y.”
“Yeah, but my name is spelled with an ‘A’!”
“B-B-Because it’s cooler that way!”
Lucy gasped in understanding. ”Oh, your name is supposed to be cool because of your ice-make magic! It’s a play on words!”
Gray facepalmed. “Sure, fine. Just… next time, please spell it my way. Okay?”
Grinning from ear to ear, Lucy asked, “Next time? You mean we’ll see each other again?”
The ice wizard-in-training rolled his eyes. “Of course we’ll see each other again. I’m not gonna stop visiting you until you can spell my name right.”
Gray had thought he sounded cool by saying that. However…
“Then I promise to never spell your name right! That way you’ll have to keep visiting with me!”
“Aw, come on!”
Ten years later, the members of Fairy Tail were throwing Gray a birthday party at the guild hall. Gray didn’t want anyone to make a big fuss over it, but his girlfriend insisted that she wanted to do something special for him.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Lucy had encouraged. “I’ll even make you a cake!”
After hearing Lucy would be making his dessert, Gray couldn’t bring himself to refuse. She loved baking… and he loved eating what she baked.
“Happy birthday to yoooou!” sang Gray’s guildmates as Lucy brought out the birthday cake. It was beautifully sculpted and decorated like a snowflake. Before Gray could blow the candles out, he noticed Lucy gesturing for him to take another look at the cake. He glanced down and his eyes widened in shock.
There, on the top of the cake in perfect cursive, said the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREY”.