SMUG! Sting Eucliffe X F! Reader

The Merge

"Everyone here? Good." he started off seriously. "the organisers have decided that we must combine our two teams together immediately"

With those words, the whole room broke into chaos. You were more worried about if you were going to be put on the team or not, which lets be real...is highly unlikely, but a little begging might help.

"But why would they ask that?" Mira inquired

Makarov sighed in irritation. Not at you guys, but at the organizers.

"since Raventail has been disqualified, they said it would be troublesome to have an odd number of teams" he grumbled

"that sounds like some shoddy excuse" you mumbled under your breath

"but what about the points we've racked up?" Cosmo yawned, stretching her short limbs.

"welcome back to the land of the living sleepyhead" you joked

"Like you're one to talk" she retorted.

Master coughed to refocus our attention back onto him "they will let us keep the team points with the least amount, so team A's thirty-five points"

Safe to say nobody was happy with that decision.

The rest of them soon began to discuss what the next battles would be, you didn't actually pay much attention to that; you were just gathering the courage to ask the question you've had brewing in your head.

"Um...Master?" you whispered to him secretly. You didn't want the others to hear, you know they'd shut you down straight away. When he walked over you he sat on your bed beside you.

"How are you feeling child?" he asked wearily, concern written over his wrinkled features.

"better than I look, promise" A nervous giggle erupted from you as you gestured to all the bandages and burn creams applied on your body. Funnily enough, although they hurt like hell they weren't actually that severe.

"what was it you called me for?" he eyed me suspiciously.

With a deep breath, you asked him. "i want to be put on the team, the new one i mean."

He looked at you flabbergasted for a moment before clearing his throat and gaining his composure.

"I'm sorry Y/N"

Your expression dropped from its hopeful state.

"i can't let you, you've been injured enough my child, I'd hate to see that damned guild do anything else to you."

"Master" you stared at him with unwavering conviction "i want to be put on this team to teach them a lesson, i want to show them that they haven't beaten me, and for as long as they belittle and mock us, I'll be right on their tales..."

What you didn't count on was the whole room to go quiet and have all eyes on you; although you could talk big, any sort of big attention made you a little...shy.

You laughed nervously before laying down and playing dead.

"Well Gramps?" you listened to Natsu's raspy voice "i think she's made a solid case, don't you think?"

Makarov merely grumbled, still not convinced.

"Hey master!" Cana's boisterous voice boomed through the infirmary "i think Mika is the best shot we have, i mean did you see her in there!?"

"yeah!" Lucy butted in. "that one, singular spell pushed everyone out that bubble! If anyone deserves to be on the team, its her!"

Your head emerged from under the covers and your voice trembled.