Redemption

The moment of his grandfather expelling him the guild weighed heavily on his mind as he waited at the docks. He had fucked this up, it wasn't supposed to work this way. Laxus was supposed to win, supposed to weed out all the weakness of Fairy Tail and get his grandpa off his ass.

How the fuck did that go so horribly wrong?

He had the best team, the strongest mages around and he himself like king shit of the world. Instead all he found was failure and fresh wounds. The ones that hurt the most were the ones on his soul. Scrubbing his hand over his face he felt like the eternal fuck up.

"Laxus?" He knew that timid little voice and turned around. As he thought it was Lucy, resident weakling but with some damn nice tits. In her usual short ass skirt and tight barely contained her rack top she was seriously gorgeous to look at. He knew from the first moment he saw her his dick was paying full attention, even now despite hurting he was at half mast.

"What the fuck you want Blondie?" He gruffed as he saw her suitcase.

The lightning slayer noticed how she let out a breath, pulled back her shoulders and glared at him. He had no idea she could even do that, but here she was glaring at him like he was mince meat. His dick went straight to full mast and he quickly corrected his pants.

"I'm coming with you." She said.

"The fuck you are? Go run along home. I don't need a babysitter, especially not a weakling." He said, hearing people shout for the boat to load. Laxus despised transportation, like any dragon slayer but he could keep his shit together.

"No. Laxus fucking Dreyar, we are done with that." Lucy said as she pressed to fingers into his chest, he tried to not wince from the pain. "You fucked it all up and you know what? I don't care, you are hurting and I am here to help, whether you like it or not, asshat. Now get your ass on that ship."

"Woah, calm down Blondie. What the fuck is wrong with you?" All things being equal he really liked this side of her. He had no idea that this version of the bubbly blonde even existed. What happened to the unicorns and rainbows and shit?

"I could ask you the same gods damn question. You need help, like it or not. I promised Gramps I'd help you. Celestial mages don't break promises. Ever." Lucy said and damn if the hard edge spark in her being wasn't annihilating his trigger.

"I'm stuck with your ass, aren't I?"

She flashed him one of her smiles, strangely it warmed his heart. "Damn skippy, now where the hell are we going?"

"Minstrel, I heard there's a clan there, War Dancers. They specialize in training smarter, calmer and better warriors or something." It was Gramps' suggestion to go there and maybe evolve into a better man.

He was lying in the infirmary bed when Gramps slowly opened the door. Laxus knew what was coming and he deserved it. Makarov grabbed a foot stool and stood next to him, Laxus could read the pain in the old man's eyes. "I have an old friend who was from Minstrel and in my youth I found the War Dancers Clan's philosophy important. It's how I met your grandma, Calista." He said as he grabbed Laxus' hand.

"I didn't know you met grandma there."

"Yeah, she was something fierce and I loved her for it. Take her wedding necklace, it'll get you lodgings and you can meet her family." He said as he placed a broadsword pendant necklace in his hand. It was gold and laced with some kind of magic to it. On the sword pommel was a lightning bolt, overall it was a fine piece of bling.

"Thanks Gramps." He said with a breath of relief.

"It's the least I can do I failed you."