Grayza Week Day 2: Cooking Adentures
Gray looked out at the rainy sky, trying to think of the perfect way to celebrate his and Erza’s fifth anniversary.
Their first anniversary they didn’t really celebrate, since they were out on a mission that lasted longer than either of them expected. Their second year he took her golfing, which she excelled at. Their third year, they had been invited to a ball (much to Gray’s disappointment. He had hated dancing, especially after his battle with Cancer all those years ago. He was still thankful no one else saw or ever found out about that.)
Last year, they had a sword duel. Erza won, of course, but Gray liked to believe he put up a good fight.
He was struggling to figure out a good way to top all of that. He was just about to give up on coming up with something when he saw the bakery out of the corner of his eye.
He quickly started up, accidentally knocking over the chair he was sitting in and waking Erza. She had an angry look on her face that, before they were married, would have made him run for the trees. But now, he knew the perfect thing to do to help her.
“Sorry,” he whispered, placing one of his cool hands on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to wake you this early. You can go back to sleep.”
Gray could never understand why his cooling touch helped her relax, but somehow, it did, and he enjoyed it. It was much better than seeing that scowl on her face.
While she was still sleeping, Gray decided to go shopping. With the two of them constantly being on missions, they didn’t keep much food around in the house. Besides, Mira always provided food in the guild hall, so there was no point in having food around. At least, not until now.
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It took him about two hours to find all of the supplies he needed. He also made a different stop on the way home, just in case his original plan didn’t work.
Luckily for him, the fairy queen still was not awake when he returned. He quietly put everything away, and then tiptoed to his room. He kneeled by the edge of the bed and watched her breathing for a few moments before leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he whispered. “Time to get up.”
Erza slowly blinked her eyes open and looked around for a few minutes.
“No presents?” she inquired. Good, she did remember. He was a little worried she might have forgotten.
“No, there are presents. They’re just not in here,” he said. “Come on. I’ll lead you to them.”
Erza followed her husband out of the room and back into the kitchen, and her eyes widened as she saw all of the food that they had.
“W-What’s all this?” she asked.
“I wanted to try something fun for once, so I decided to have a cooking competition,” Gray explained.
“A competition, huh?” she asked. “What is the reward?”
“The reward,” Gray began, “is that the winner gets to do whatever they want with the other for the entire rest of the day.”
“Doesn’t sounds like much of a reward, but I won’t complain. Especially since I will totally win,” she said with a smug look on her face.
“Okay then. With that, let the cooking competition begin,” Gray exclaimed. He pulled out the first ingredients - chicken broth, cut carrots, peas, and chicken - and set them on the counter. They both took a decent amount of all of the ingredients and poured it into their pots, cooking it for about ten minutes before setting it to the side.
This cycle continued as they made bread, their choice of a meat entree, and some mashed potatoes.
Once all of the food was made, they dished it up onto plates and into bowls, only making it for the other to try their food, so that they weren’t being biased.
They are their food mostly in peace, trying all of the different foods, figuring out which ones were good, and which ones weren’t.
“You’re not bad,” Erza said as she took another bite of the chicken breast. “The meat is a bit undercooked, though. And the potatoes could have used a little more.” She didn’t finish her sentence, instead choosing to place a glob of it on Gray’s cheek.
“Well, I could say the same about your soup,” Gray said, splashing a spoonful on her chest. She hissed a little as the burning liquid traveled down her shirt, but she kept somewhat calm.
“I think you need to have a taste of your own medicine,” Erza said, dumping the soup over his head. Gray instinctively cooled the liquid so that it didn’t hurt as much, but he was far from being cool in the fight. He grabbed a handful of the mashed potatoes on his plate, walked up to Erza, and made sure to tangle it all in her hair.
Soon enough, they were throwing every food nearby at each other, not caring about the mess they were making, and caring even less about the competition.
By the end, Gray was drenched with all sorts of liquids. His clothes would probably be stained, too, if he was wearing any. His stripping habit had kicked in almost as soon as the fight started, and he had been in just his black boxers the entire time.
Erza, on the other hand, had food smeared everywhere. In her hair, on her face. Even on her pants (though Gray wasn’t entirely sure how that happened, considering most of his attacks were aimed higher.)
“Well, now that the food is everywhere except in our bellies, what do we do?” Erza asked.
“I say that you won that one,” Gray said. “So you can choose to do whatever you want, but not until after we have dessert.”
He opened the fridge and pulled out the slice of strawberry cake he had bought on his way home. He knew how much Erza loved it, and he knew she couldn’t say no to it.
“Gray, you really shouldn’t have,” Erza said.
“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to. Happy anniversary, Erza.”
“Happy anniversary,” she repeated, as she took the first bite of the second-most delicious thing in the world.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it. This is the first time I wrote a Fairy Tail fanfic, and I’m writing this really late at night, so I hope it’s okay. Thanks for reading.
