Blueberries and Oranges (Acnologia x reader) (Lemon)

Part 1: Exposition

"Wacha!" You swoop in, grab Reedus's pen, and dash away. You don't turn back to look at Reedus, or everyone else in the guild. You don't need to look at everyone's faces to know they're annoyed, as they have been the other 50 times. Well, everyone except Laxus, who is on SnapChat. As always. 

"LAXUS! I STOLE REEDUS'S PEN! LOOK SCARED!" With less than a flicker of his thoughts, he zaps you. Your whole body gets covered in soot. Everyone starts laughing. You try your best to brush off the soot. Makarov leaps down from the counter.

"Y/N, I think you need to go on a job."

"Never!"

"You've been cooped up here too long. Everyone's tired of your tricks."

"So?"

"Let me put it this way. If you keep annoying your fellow guild members, they'll start ignoring you. They'll get used to the constant dread. So-"

"And fear and awe and my awesome badassness."

"So, go on a job. Surprise everyone when you come back. Besides, someone's been asking for your help specifically." You snatch the poster and lower your head as you walk out of the guild hall. No matter how many times you call him Master Mackerel, well... He's the master. And your light pen's gone. And you'll receive ten million jewel. And it's getting dark- SHIT IT'S GETTING DARK. You climb up the nearest wall and go to sleep on the roof (Today Natsu and Happy's house). The moon is your mother and the stars are your lullaby.

You almost burn the job right then and there. The job describes a 10 year quest to the Jewel Islands, a chain of islands famous for being a misnomer, as there was nothing shiny or fun about them. The islands were infested with dangerous monsters, and any of the islands alone were known to be near certain death for mages. Did Master Mackerel give you the job because he thought you capable, or because he wanted you gone, either for 10 years or forever, if you died?

Then again, he never told you WHEN to go on it, did he? But the stupid voice in your head told you to keep it just in case.

"Oi Y/N!"

"Oi Natsu! Oi Happy!" You watch their eyes fill with relief when they see the paper in your hand.

"You're on a TIME Out!" Happy cackles. You've seen everyone make him disappear hundreds of times. You would love to feel his stupid little "magic" wings and his soft little blue body disappear into oblivion. But Happy's just too far away.

"No I'm not!"

"Then what does the paper say?"

"It says you're an idiot."

"Hey! Meanie!" You better not be the only one whose heart grows soft when Happy cries.

"Fine, fine. If you really want to know..." You don't even remember what you read as you recite the job description, but Happy better be happy again.

"There. Now-" And then you have to close your mouth to prevent it from filling with sand. It takes you a moment, but you realize you're not in Magnolia anymore. Heck, you might not be in Fiore anymore either. Through the scalding, whipping winds of sand, you can barely make out a sprawling desert landscape. And, in front of you, with magic more destructive than your personality and hair bluer than the hottest fire...