Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Rights go to Hiro Mashima.
It was a strange relationship. Flare and Lucy. Lucy and Flare. Blonde and Redhead. No one would've guessed that the two would eventually become close.
At first it was just a matter of quick, meaningless visits. Flare would appear somewhere near the Fairy Tail Guild. Always near Lucy. No matter where, she'd always show up as if she materialized from thing air. Frightening to say the least. The redhead would butt heads with the others. She'd tease and laugh and giggle. And then she'd leave. She'd leave with the word, "Blondie," hot off her lips.
Those short visits grew into more. They became surprise sleepovers. Their relationship grew to be that of sleeping in the same room, waking up in the same room, and even taking showers together (no matter how much Lucy protested). Flare wouldn't listen. Wherever Lucy went in the confines of her home, Flare would follow wordlessly. She never mentioned why she was in town or why she was sleeping over or even how she knew where Lucy lived.
Within those nightly encounters, there were those times when Lucy couldn't help but let the girl have without a fight. There were those times when Flare would look up at her with large eyes and frown. "I'm sorry, Blondie," was what she'd normally say when her expression became that of a lost child. It was obvious that even after all the time that passed, she was still regretting all the pain she'd ever put the blonde through. Sometimes she didn't have to say anything. Lucy could tell just by watching her nervous hands grip at each other.
That all became a doorway to friendship. Real, genuine friendship. The nickname, "Blondie," was only used half the time. "Lucy," was used the other half. They learned of each other's likes and dislikes. Flare didn't like thunderstorms. That was something Lucy always had at the top of her head. Lucy wasn't fond of mushy foods. Flare made sure to take that into consideration anytime she cooked for the other girl. Those awkward, unsettling moments of silence transformed into secret sharing and playful pushes. Sometimes Flare pushed a little too hard and Lucy would find herself on the floor, but it was laughed off in a matter of seconds.
When Team Natsu invaded the privacy of her home, it wasn't too surprising that Flare would be there with them. When the master ordered for a collaboration between different guilds, Flare seemed to somehow always be one of the candidates. It was only a matter of time before the two girls felt wrong and stiff when they were not in each other's presents.
Story telling turned into intimate confessions. Comfortable slumbers turned into soft kisses. Innocent showers turned into passionate lovemaking. "Blondie" was exchanged for "Lucy," 100% of the time. It all became so common that there were more than a handful of situations where Natsu would walk into Lucy's humble abode only to stalk out with an embarrassed face and a bloody nose (a hysterically-laughing, blackmail-picture-taking Happy in-tow).
They say love takes the form of the color red. Lucy couldn't disagree more. Red was only a part of the equation. Her love was a vibrant orange.
A/N: Because yellow and red make orange y'know. God, this sucked though.
Yes. Well. Here it is. I know, its quite boring and short but I figured this will be my right of passage into the ff community lol. I haven't written in forever so I always really appreciate constructive criticism or just reviews regarding what you thought. Thanks for reading 3