Fairy Tail x Male Reader

Gateway to Dreams

"Why is mind magic a thing?" You had thought many times before.

You thought dreams a nice time to relax, until someone hijacked them for their pleasure.

A moment ago, or what passed for a moment in dreams, you had been in a quiet field. Now you stood in a banquet hall, and an elegant one at that. It had doors, leading off to two other rooms, a dining room and a library, you knew. It had three stories, the top of these looked made of ornate gold, the second made of gleaming silver, and the ground level shining bronze. Banners hung between the floors, vivid reds, blues, greens, and many others. Some had emblems of outstretched wings, others coiling serpents, too many to list. Leading up too those floors was a grand set of stairs, on the very back wall, splitting into a left set and a right one halfway up.

But what caught your eyes was the table, set in the middle of the room. A simple bed side table, topped with a spotless white table cloth. And on top of that cloth sat two items. An ornate golden goblet, crowned with jewels, as well as a silver dagger. The cup was filled with a purple liquid, much similar to wine, steaming as if warm... or poisoned. The dagger, on the other hand, had a simple leather handle, worn from use, without anything to set it apart from any other weapon. Except that the blade edge seemed lined a thin red liquid, more then likely blood.

You sigh. You were getting rather bored with this game. You had played it so many times before. Drink from the cup, and it would feel like your insides were bursting into flames, your blood running ice cold, then after what would feel like an eternity (rounding to the tenths), you would awake in a cold sweat. 

Take the dagger, and you would be surrounded on all sides by faceless shadows. You would be overrun in a matter of minutes in the real world, but it took agonizingly longer here. You would desperately fight on, but they would overwhelm you, and you would fall into endless shadow, then wake up.

How boring.

You make a tsk sound, then say aloud "Dear, Dear. You've gotten sloppy. This is as see through as water." You make to flip the table, yet it disappears before you ever touch it. "You have forgotten yourself. Who was it that recommended this trick to you, all those months ago?" You say, turning to admire the details that they had gotten right.

"What can I say? I love the classics." Says a voice. Looking up to the second floor, you see a figure, clad in a blue cloak, hood drawn to cast his face in shadows. He was holding his hand up, smoke curling around it, shifting colors every now and again.

You smile, recognizing what would be a familiar face. "Do you have to wear that cloak right now? I would assume I'm the only one here. Or is the whole gang here?" You make a playful gibe, knowing you would be the only ones there. "Do we have to do this here? Or can we switch our meeting place, for once. Get out of your comfort zone. Besides, I still dislike this place. Brings back so many memories, not all of them... pleasant."

"Of course."He replies, and the scene changes, dissolving into smoke. You stayed perfectly still, and then a location was picked. The smoke coalesced into a scene that was familiar to most.

The Guildhall faded into view, empty except for you and the person. He stood up on the second floor, to the left of the door, leaning on the railing, looking over the illusion he had made. 

"Would you like a drink? The bar is fully stalked, apparently." You say, walking over to the bar, sliding over it, and reach for the glasses.

"No thanks, I'm good." You nearly jump out of your skin, as he appeared just sitting in a stool, right in front of you.

"Really? Why do you do this to me?" You say, sighing, then set down the glasses. "Do you want water, at least? As the host, it would be rude for me not to at least offer. Or would you be the host, as, you are the one who decides when this meeting ends?" With a grin, you fill the glasses with water, and slide one over to his open hands.