Okay, so I've wanted to start a group of oneshots for awhile, but I couldn't find any fandoms that I really had that much inspiration for. BUT NOW IVE FINALLY FOUND IT. I've found that I always have inspiration for Lyoray sibling fluff, so I thought "why not?" And here it is. I've already written a few more of these and have ideas for others (all varying in size because I just write what I write and sometimes it's short and sometimes it's not), and most of them are AUs because I like AUs better, but some are cannon, so do not fear! I'll try to post every Saturday, but if I don't, it's probably because I don't haven't had time to write more (high school's a bitch), but I'm not going to drop this story or anything like that until I've decided it's finished, but it should have plenty of chapters by then.

IMPORTANT: So I have not finished Fairy Tail, and would appreciate if no one spoiled anything in the comments. I'll make sure to put in the author's notes if there are any spoilers, but for the most part, there shouldn't be any except for Ur, which you should know if you know Lyon, but I'll still put a disclaimer anyway, just to be safe. Anyways, sorry for the super long author's not, now on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of its characters.

Boo-Boos, Bruises, and Brave Big Brothers (Oneshot):

Gray – 6 (Kindergarten)

Lyon – 8 (2nd Grade)

Lyon laughed at the joke that had just been told. He was finally going to make some friends, and with the coolest kids in his class none-the-less.

"Lee!"

The second-grader rolled his eyes. What did his annoying younger brother want this time? He turned around, ready to tell Gray to get lost, he would ruin his chances of becoming friends with these kids, but when he saw the tears running down the younger boy's face, his aggravation disappeared and was replaced with worry.

The kindergartner crashed into his big brother, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face into his stomach. Lyon rubbed the younger child's back, trying to calm him down.

"What's the matter, Gray?"

Gray just continued to cry, ignoring Lyon's question. The other boys that Lyon had previously been talking to had left, but Lyon didn't notice, nor did he care. His attention was now solely focused on the blubbering boy latched onto his torso.

Lyon pried the other boy's arms from around his waist and crouched down to his level. Gray looked towards the ground, using his hands to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Lyon asked gently, lifting the younger's chin so that he was looking at him.

"So-ome big ki-ids were bein' m-mean to m-me. I was swi-inging and they s-said I co-uldn't a-and pushed me off my s-swing a-and I scra-aped my arm an' th-they called me a ba-aby 'cuz I was c-cryin', but I couldn' help it, it hurts. I-I tried not ta be a baby, b-but it really hu-urts, Lee," Gray sobbed, cradling his arm close to his chest now that it was not wrapped around Lyon's waist in a death-grip.

"Let me see," Lyon held out his hand so that he could examine Gray's injured arm.

Gray sniffled, slowly extending his arm for Lyon to see. Lyon looked at the large scrape that stretched from his elbow to just below his wrist. It was covered in dirt, and blood was oozing out of it. Lyon's anger flared as he thought about the kids who dared to do this to his little brother, but pushed it aside as he gave Gray his full attention. He would make them pay later.

"Come on, let's get you to the nurse," Lyon said, taking the hand of Gray's uninjured arm and leading him into the school building, after asking the teacher's permission.

Once they'd reached the nurse's office, Lyon explained how Gray had fallen off of his swing, because Gray still had tears streaming down his face and could not speak. The nurse took him over to the sink, rinsing all of the dirt out of his wound before wrapping it up and leading him back to the door where Lyon was waiting. Gray, who had, by then, ceased crying, grasped Lyon's hand tightly and quietly thanked the nurse. The woman smiled kindly and waved to them as they left her office.

By the time they'd left the nurse's, recess was nearly over. When they'd gotten back outside, Lyon led Gray to a patch of grass near the playground equipment, and they both sat down.

After a few moments of silence, Lyon voiced the question he'd been waiting to ask, "Who pushed you?"

Gray looked at Lyon before turning around and pointing to the swing set, where two boys sat. They appeared to be in third or fourth grade, at least a year older than Lyon, but that wasn't going to stop him from going over there and showing them what happened when they messed with his baby brother. He stood, beginning to walk over to the older children when something grabbed his arm. He turned around to see Gray, now on his feet, holding onto his left arm and looking at him curiously.

"Where are you going, Lee?" He asked, head tilted slightly to the right.

"To give them a piece of my mind," Lyon responded, glaring in the boys' direction. What they were doing picking on a kid half their age, Lyon would never understand. But he didn't care, they weren't going to get away with it.

"No! You can't!" Gray protested, "They're real mean, they might hurt you too."

Lyon smiled at the younger boy's concern, "It's okay, Gray. They won't be able to lay a hand on me."

Gray hesitantly released the older boy, but decided to follow him to the swing set.

"Hey!" Lyon shouted, gaining the attention of the two older children, "My brother says you were picking on him."

"So what if we were?" One of the boys stood from his spot, approaching Lyon.

Gray hid behind his older brother, scared of the much bigger boy.

"Then we have a problem, because no one picks on my little brother but me."

The boy chuckled at that, "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, shrimp?"

The other boy was about a foot taller than Lyon and towered over him, but he was unfazed.

"I'm not scared of you," Lyon said defiantly, narrowing his eyes.

It was then that the kid decided to throw a punch at him, but Lyon was quick enough to duck. He then lunged at the taller boy. Before the boy's friend could come to his aid, a teacher had rushed over and was trying to tear Lyon and the older boy apart.

The way Gray looked at him from that day forward made him feel as if he were the greatest person in the world. He may have gotten a black eye and suspension from school the following day, as well as getting grounded for the next week by his mother. But the way his younger brother looked at him after that day, like he was his hero, made the whole thing worth it.