Fairy Tail One Shots ( X Reader )

Mirajane X Female Reader: Unwanted Attention

~3rd Person POV~

There was something different about being Erza's sister. (Y/n), the younger of the two, often stood in the shadow of her sister's bravery and power. However, she rather liked it. She wasn't one for big crowds and lots of attention, preferring to watch from the sidelines.

To the rest of the guild it seemed Erza would ward off boys because she didn't want her sister to date, but to (Y/n), her sister was trying to make things easier. She was, undoubtedly, lesbian, and the male attention she grabbed with her curves and bright hair made her uncomfortable.

(Y/n) sat at the bar, drinking and minding her own business as the guild around her partied. It was someone's birthday, though she couldn't remember the guy's name. Over the rim of her mug she saw Mirajane, her white hair flowing beautifully down her shoulders. Her eyes twinkled cutely, her smile charmed everyone, her laugh could stop (Y/n)'s heart.

She was in love with this woman. And to her surprise, Mirajane shared this affection. Even after months of being together the novelty of the relationship never wore off. Her snowy hair swished and she flashed her girlfriend a smile. She blushed in reply, averting her gave and smiling sheepishly.

"(N/n)," she cooed, coming over to her. She leaned down, her eyes level with the other girl's green ones. "You're so cute," she beamed, kissing her nose.

A flurry rushed through her skin and she couldn't help but smile like an idiot. "Well you're the model," she flirted, fiddling with her fingers under the table.

"Well you would be better then me if you tried," she said as she winked at her.

(Y/n) giggled in reply. "Mira! Another round of drinks!" A drunk guild member called. She flashed one more smile at her girlfriend before serving them.

She sipped her drink, humming slightly to herself. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone approaching. At first, however, she assumed they were going somewhere else. The man sat next to her, his own drink in hand.

"Now who might you be?" He asked seductively, eyeing her.

She looked at him in surprise, rather flustered. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt before explaining she had a girlfriend. Maybe he just wanted to be friends..?

"Oh, um, my name's (Y/n). Who are you?" She replied nervously.

His chiseled jaw line, structured figure, gelled dark hair, stubble, and combat boots gave her an impression that this boy didn't need much to get the attention of women. (Y/n), however, being the saint she is, decided not to stereotype him. He could be a very nice person.

"Zachary. Just call me Zach," He said, winking.

She blushed slightly, embarrassed by the whole conversation. "Nice to meet you..." she said and glanced to the side.

Out of the corner of her eye She saw a dangerous glint. Her head turned ever so slightly to see what had caught her eye and the sight was terrifying. Mira stood several tables away, glaring at Zach.

(Y/n) glanced back to see him lean towards her, resting his elbow on the counter. "How about you and I get out of here," He suggested, a flirtatious smirk creeping along his lips.

Before the (h/c) could respond, Mira appeared at his side. She smiled broadly, but her murderous gaze gave her disposition away. Zach, however, didn't get the memo.

"Need something hun?" He asked her, his eyebrow raised quizzically.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to have to ask you to step the hell off (Y/n)," She said, her eye twitching.

(Y/n) kept her mouth shut, blushing at the scene in front of her. "Oh really? And why is that? (Y/n) and I were just leaving," He replied, daring her with his eyes.

"I-," She began, but her girlfriend cut her off by punching Zach in the face. He flew backwards out of his chair, smashing into the table behind him.

"Because she's my girlfriend!" She yelled, storming over to him, fist once again raised and ready.

"You wanna fight princess?" He challenged, standing back up and locking eyes with her.

Mira transformed into her Satan Soul. His eyes flickered in shock but he didn't stand down. He requipped an axe, ready to swing at her.

"You messed with the wrong guy," He smirked, bringing he axe down on her with all his might.

She grabbed the blade, stopping it without effort. His eyes widened and before he could do anything she forced the axe back and into his head. The blunt end hit hard against his forehead and he fell to the ground, apparently unconscious.

She glared at his body for a moment, her chest rising and falling heavily, apparently angry. Then she turned back to (Y/n), transforming back to normal. The guild had been watching intently, but now we're going back to the party.

She leaped over the debris from the broken table and pulled her girlfriend into a warm embrace. She smiled gleefully as the (h/c) haired girl blushed.

"You're just to cute for your own good," Mira said and giggled.

"I didn't realize he was flirting with me," She replied sheepishly.

"Luckily I get you all to myself," She said, pecking her cheek affectionately.

"Luckily for me you love me as much as I love you," (Y/n) said as she brought Mira into a sweet kiss.

They spent the rest of the night together, laughing and holding hands. There wasn't anyone else in the world (Y/n) wanted, or anyone else who made her feel so light.

Mirajane was too good to be true.