Fairy Tail x reader

    A woman of rather small stature, and honey hair. Walks along the bustling streets of magnolia, with a sway in her step. She happily hums a tune, that was played in her childhood. A look of pure happiness crawls onto her face, as her mind drifts off onto her rather rowdy family. She speeds up her pace, with unbound less energy. She quickly makes it to the front of her families home. She walks up and places her ear on the door, she hears the beginning of a brawl. As some harsh words were being tossed around, between a low, grumpy voice. And a loud, obnoxious voice. She moves to the side of the door, and looks through one of the windows, to see a boy with pale pink hair shouting at a man in nothing but boxers. Tears spring to her eyes at the scene. 

"I'm finally home. Its been so long." 

    She falls on to the ground in front of the building. She grabs her face to try and stop the tears. Her tears fall onto a mark on her bare midriff, The same symbol on the front of the building. That she cries in front of: 

                                                                  "FAIRY TAIL" 

After an hour, her tears have dried. Her face has lost its blush, she stands on wobbly feet. She secures herself against the wide double doors. She bends down to gather her things. 

  "They probably won't remember me, I hope Master Makarov will." 

She hesitantly knocks on the door. A sweet voice shouts above the noise of the brawl. 

  "Coming!"  

The sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor, sound off closer. When the sound stops, the door abruptly swings open to reveal. A woman with a magenta colored dress, edged with a pale pink bows. With white hair, pulled into a high ponytail. With a kind closed eyed smile. 

  "Welcome, to Fairy Tail. How may we help you?" 

  "I would like to speak to Master Makarov." She lets out a long sigh. The woman opens the doors and walks back into the building. The honeyed hair woman walks forward. A few of the members of said guild. Stopped and stared, at the small statured woman. As she walks in her eyes drift over to the wooden bar, with an odd number of stools. 

'Still the same, I see.' 

 She walks over to the bar and takes a seat. She nervously taps on the wooden surface, as she waits to see an old friend. The door opens and in walks a very short old man no taller than four foot in height. He jumps up on the table, and sits cross-legged, facing said woman.  

  "You said you wanted to see me?" 

The woman turns around to face, one of her oldest friends. The old man looks at her in confusion.

  "Have I really changed that much over the years?" 

The old man looks puzzled. 

  "No I'm sorry to say, I don't believe I've ever met you." 

She looks back at the smaller man, Her face, and eyes furrowed in concentration. Her eyes widen, as her face lights up a fond memory. That would surely bring something back to his mind. 

  "I remember when I got my guild mark, you were constantly saying that there was no way to make a guild mark that was big enough to cover my stomach. Yet, Mavis found a way to expand the size of the guild mark with her power. I remember how bad you were blushing when I first showed off the guild mark." 

I look back to see the old man, with a look of shock on his face. Tears roll down his face. 

  "E..Evy?.. Is it really you?" 

As soon as he began to say her name, she smiles with such joy. 

  "Yep, Its me Spikey!" 

She opens up her arms wide for a hug, The old man walks over and gives Evy a hug, his head falling into her well-developed breasts. 

  "I thought you had died!! What happened to you?!?!" 

  "Its a very long story. That I will get into later, so why don't you introduce me to your 'children' as you call them?" 

He quickly stands up and shouts to the guild members 

  "Let's have a Party! An old family member is back!" 

The whole guild shouts in approval, as the pink haired man from before runs over to Evy, like a child that has had too much candy. A wide grin sits on his face, showing off pointed teeth. 

  "SO, what's your name?"

  "Evy Ere. What is yours?" 

  "I'm Natsu Dragneel, I'm a Fire dragon slayer. What's your magic?"

  "I'm a Spirit slayer." 

The man cocks his head to the side. As a woman with blonde hair walks up behind him, along with a woman wearing a silver breast plate. 

  "Well, I can make my spirit tangible, and use it to fight. Like a sword, hale bard, or a shield. I can also turn the spirit into a living thing such as a dragon, bull, scorpion, and so on." 

  "WOW, that sounds awesome!!!" 

  "When were you in the guild? For someone your age I must have met you at some point. Yet, I don't ever remember seeing your face." 

I look over to the woman in armor with stunning red hair.  

  "I presume you must be Erza Scarlet, correct?" 

She nods her head. She walks over to me. And starts to point out the group that has now surrounded me. 

  "That is Grey Fulbuster" 

She points at the man wearing nothing but boxers. He waves his hand, in reply. 

"That is Gajeel Redfox." 

She points to a man wearing mostly black, with piercings littering his face. He smirks at me. She then points to the woman behind Natsu 

"That is Lucy." 

She looks around for a moment, and points to a flying blue cat above Natsu eating a fish. 

  "And, that is Happy. If you do not wish to speak of your past it is perfectly fine, we all have somethings we wish to forget."  

I look back at her with a kind smile. 

  "Thank you for understanding."

Grey, stares intently at me. Natsu moves closer and starts to look around at my body. I smile nervously. 

  "Looking for something, Natsu?" 

  "Where is your guild mark?" 

  "Oh, Its on my stomach. Want to see it?" 

I lift up the bottom part of my shirt, to reveal a large red fairy tail mark stretching across the middle of my stomach. 

  "Why did you put it there?" 

  "Well, when I am fighting I have a battle clothing that reveal my stomach. When I first joined the guild I didn't wear a shirt, I found it a hassle, So I only wore a bra. But, now. I'm thinking of moving it."

  "Why?" 

  "I have a lot of scars on my stomach, that I feel a little self-conscious about. But, I'll make that choice later. For now, all I want to do is party!" 

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    After a full day of partying, the guild settles down. A happy silence falls over the guild. Ivy, still sitting at the bar, stands up with a loud sigh. She looks over to the left of the building to find a staircase. 

  "Hey Makarov? Who are the new set of s-class wizards?" 

The old man looks up from his drink, with tears in his eyes, still. These tears were different though, These tears were a mixture of sadness and happiness.  

  "What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"

  "Not at all, Evy."

He wipes the tears off in his sleeve. 

  "There are three S-class wizards. Laxus, My grandson, Erza Scarlet, and Mirajane, here."

Evy looks at the older man in shock. 

  "You have a GRANDSON NOW?!?! I didn't think I was gone for that long! I've got to meet him, where is he?" 

The old man looks down into his mug. 

  "I don't think that is a good Idea right now, especially with how he acts." 

  "Oh, come on. He can't be any worse than you were."

  "You would think, right?"

  "Well, I'm going up." 

The old man Stares her down she looks back with equal ferocity, seeing as he can't win this battle. He waves his hand in approval. A bright smile appears on the woman's face. She quickly dashes over to the stairs and makes it up in record time. She looks around the area, until a man with striking yellow hair enters her vision. He sits quietly snoring away, upon closer inspection of the man's face. She sees a skin tone that she knows all too well. A pale pink scar in the shape of a lightning bolt is placed onto his right eye. She steps back to get a full look of the burly man before her. Two muscled arms cross his built chest, leading up to a thick neck.

 'Very muscular.' 

She tip-toes back over to the stairs, when she hears a low grumble. The floor creaks, as she turns around to look a the tall man. His eyes land on the small framed girl. His once sleepy eyes turning cold, He begins to walk over to her.

  "Your, not supposed to be up here, twerp. This floor is only meant for the strong."

  "And whose to say I'm not strong?"

The small woman crosses her arms In a sassy stance. 

  "Says me." 

He walks closer, he stops a few inches away from the woman. The size difference clearly evident. He quickly shoves the woman down the stairs. Only for the woman to quickly catch herself on the rails. She uses the momentum, from swinging herself forwards and hurls her fist at his face. The impact of the hit, sends the man flying backwards. Leaving a decent size crash in his wake. She looks him dead in the eye, with a face that reads, I'm pissed.

  "I am a A-class wizard higher than you, you would have known that if you would've asked before you let you temper speak for you."