Not Your Average Girl (Sting X Reader X Gray)

ღ Thirty-One ღ

Hi.

ヾ(¯∇￣๑)

Don't kill me.

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"Um, hi?" I said as I reached the infirmary, "I assume you're a Grandine?"

"That isn't even my name," she barked, "Now what do you need?"

"That attitude...." I muttered, "Wait, Porluyska-san?"

"Who are you?" She asked, confused.

"I'll explain everything later, but we have a serious condition in our hands right now," I said and explained everything that happened, "We need something that can help."

"Don't just stand around!" She shouted at me, "Bring her here IMMEDIATELY, you hear me?!"

"Y-yes."

And with that, I ran off before she could say anything at all. I knew her when I was little and I was insanely scared of her when she was mad.

I didn't want to get chased down the street by an old lady holding a broom and running like the world was on fire.

"S-She told me that you guys should bring the patient to her right now.." I said while panting, "She needs to check her condition."

Without hesitation, Natsu lifted Lucy up and carried her bridal style and dashed off towards the infirmary.

I was about to follow him but someone pulled me back. I looked behind me, expecting Gray to be the one since he usually does this, but it wasn't him.

It was Wendy, the little blue haired girl.

"What did Grandine say?" She asked almost too quietly.

"She just yelled at me to bring her there immediately," I said, making a grumpy face and imitating Porlyuska-san, trying to lighten up the mood.

She giggled quietly in her hands but that happened was soon gone when the girl beside her asked if Lucy was going to be okay.

"I .....honestly don't know," Wendy replied back with a serious look on her face.

"Cheer up," I said, slapping her back, "You guys tried your best. She'll be fine. I mean, what's the best that the whore-face can do to her?"

'Shit,' I thought as I realized that they were just twelve or thirteen year olds.

"Forget about what I just said," I muttered nervously, "Don't let Porlyuska-san know or she'll fry me alive and all that shit --- wait, I just said shit. Why do I keep saying shit?! Shit."

I calmed down for a little while and whispered, "Please don't let anyone know about this. I want to die when I'm 69 years old, so please."

"69," the pink haired girl, Cheria, exclaimed while giggling ad Wendy turned red and hit her arm.

"Wow, you already know about this, huh?" I asked, wondering why someone that young would know anything.

"We know a lot of things," Cheria snickered, "Like what a blowjob is, where kids come from and everything else in this world."

"Cheria!" Wendy whisper-yelled as her face turned beet red.

"Guess I underestimated you," I said, "Let's play a game to determine how dirty your mind is. If you guess this incorrectly, you know you're screwed."