This is going to be a story set in an an Earthland that's mostly the same as Hiro Mashima's but with a few major differences:
It's not a Gruvia story which is funny as I do ship Gruvia for the actual series.
The main character is Alexa Dreyar, Laxus's younger sister who is an OC obviously.
It's a story in three parts: basically before the time skip, during the time skip and afterwards. Although it's eventually a Gray x OC story, the shipping is not the main part of the story, and doesn't appear until Part III. Other pairings will come and sometimes go, and a couple of ships are between men.
The story behind this was I read at least two Gray x OC stories where the OC is Laxus's sister, and I started thinking of my own story. I've also liked the idea writing about a character.
Everything belongs to Hiro Mashima except for original characters and plots, and some of my plot indirectly uses elements from Hiro Mashima as well.
There are some possibly triggering moments. It's not the main focus of the story, by far, but there will be a few of scenes of parental abuse.
Part I Alexa Chapter 1You're weak, Alexa. You're hopeless. I should never have implanted that lacrima in you. You're nothing but a disappointment. You'll never be strong like Laxus. What a waste of space.
I'm on the train headed to Magnolia, away from Raven Tail, but my father's still with me as ever, in spirit. How many times has he told me I'm weak? How many times has he lamented the money he spent on the lacrima he implanted in me? He never cries over any of the blood that was shed, just the money wasted, over his weak daughter.
I had never asked to be a dragon slayer. I had wanted to learn ice make magic, since I was six. I've always loved the ice and snow and winter in general. It's my favorite season. I never said I wanted to be a second generation dragon slayer, but my father always has to have 'the best' and according to him, that's dragon slayer magic, which is why he implanted the lightning dragon slayer lacrima in Laxus, and why he implanted ice dragon slayer magic in me. I never wanted this. I never wanted somebody to die because of me.
So, I'm headed to Magnolia, I've run away from home. I'm going to Gramps' guild; to Fairy Tail. He loves me no matter what. In fact, everyone likes me there. I'm accepted just as I am, and it's not just because I'm the master's granddaughter. It's family. Okay, I get teased, and maybe I could go without so many people thinking it's okay to pinch my cheeks, mess up my hair and go on and on on how much I've grown, but it's the only place that's really felt like home. I won't just be visiting for a few days either. I'm going to stay. I'm sure Laxus will let me live with him.
Checking in a mirror, I'm relieved to see my blonde hair hair is reasonably neat in a ponytail and my face is clean. Gramps always says I look just like his father Yuri, but in female form. I've seen a picture of him. He had the blonde hair, with a more toned down version of the Dreyar eyebrows. My version of the Dreyar eyebrows are like Laxus's. They're so large it's like they want to take over my face. My features are softer than Yuri's were, at least from what I can tell from pictures, and somewhat different, and I don't mind looking like him, because, and maybe I'm a bit biased, he probably was the best looking of the Dreyars. He also had a good sense of humor so I'm told, and what's more important, he got to meet the first master, and he founded Fairy Tail with her, the famous Fairy Tactician, Mavis Vermillion. So I guess I can say I'm proud to have him as my grandfather, although I'd like to have a happier life than he did. His wife died right after giving birth to my grandfather and I don't think he ever made it to his fortieth birthday. So that part, I'll skip.
As a way to get myself to ignore my non stop nausea, I concentrate on trying to sleep.
Thalia's pregnant! My wife is pregnant. I can't believe I'm going to be a father. We're going to be parents. I'm so overjoyed, I can't contain it. Luckily, behind our little cottage there's a large hill with plenty of room to express myself. Ice dragon ROAR! It's almost unreal. I found the love of my life, and she loves me back, I'm able to make a living with my magic and now Thalia's pregnant. The only thing now is to find a good guild to join. This being in between guilds is not working out. Once I've found the right place and we've settled in, everything will be perfect.
I know Merek's life so well - too well. The only thing I don't know is what he looked like. Too bad I don't have memories of him looking into a mirror. So I imagine how he looked, based upon what I know about him. He was about 5'10" had dark orange spiky hair that he kept a bit long, around to his shoulders. He couldn't be bothered to get it cut and I know they were on a very tight budget. He usually wore simple cotton button down blouses with vests. I know he liked to keep a couple of the top buttons open. Most of his clothing is scuffed up. He usually wore boots stuffed into his trousers.
His facial features are the hardest to imagine of course. I have very little clues to go with. His shock when his future wife said she loved him because he thought he was nothing much to look at could only mean he's got a very small self image. He still could have been this gorgeous hunk. My feeling he was kind of average looking though. Nobody would necessarily notice if he came in a room, but he was probably easy on the eyes. I bet he was a boy next door type.
I think of his memory and wish I could reach in and enjoy some of that happiness he had; that sense of perfection and gloriousness. Even now, when I'm so excited about my new life, my brain can't help wondering what's going to go wrong, because inevitably something always goes wrong.
Of course things go wrong. You can never do anything right. I sent you on a simple mission and you botched it up. How difficult is it to stop one measly vulcan? You should be ashamed to be a Dreyar.
Oh go away already, Dad.
The one thing I do know is how far from perfect Merek's life is going to be, because I'm the repository of all his major memories and feelings of his life. I am Merek, so to speak and It's all my fault. There was this new and experimental innovation my father found out about at the same time as he found out about Merek. I was only supposed to get his memories of training with his dragon, but instead his strongest memories and the accompanying feelings were put in that lacrima, which was surgically implanted in me. I'm stuck with it for the rest of my life. We've been together for a year now, since my twelfth birthday.
That's why I have to learn ice make magic and I know Gray will teach me. Okay. So I don't, but every time I've gotten to visit Fairy Tail, he's been nice to me. He might be five years older than me, but we just clicked right away. Maybe it's the ice connection. Either that or he's just been too nice to say go away. I don't know. I've never got the courage to ask him to teach me his magic, but I have to learn it, because I can't use my dragon slayer magic anymore. I won't do that to Merek.
Only an hour left until we get there. My stomach feels like it wants to leave my body. Good old Dad and his ridiculous obsession with having super powerful kids with dragon slayer magic. He thinks maker magic is for wimps. The thing is though, maker magic doesn't cause a wizard to have horrible nausea when they're on moving objects, so which one is better, dad?