Fairy Tail One-Shots (xReader)

Laxus x Reader- Meant to Forget (2)

Whoa, sorry for the wait guys! This semester's end chewed me up and spit me out. Anyways, here's the very, very long in the works update.
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It was hot. Unbearably hot. Whips of gold struck my skin, but they didn't leave marks. Not yet. There wasn't pain. There wasn't fear. Everything was just... mellow. Unbelievably mellow.

That is, until a voice began to speak. I couldn't hear what words they said, nor could I make out the owner. It didn't matter. Searing agony flooded my body. My chest heaved and begged for air- but there wasn't any.

Everything began to swim and grow lighter, but the gold still remained. It shimmered beautifully, like a long awaited treasure. If that were the case- why did it scare me? Why did I flinch when each one painlessly laid upon my skin?

The dream faded away in wisps, leaving me with an abysmal feeling of loss. Pain or not- I still wished to be there.

I awoke with a jolt, fist closed painfully on the bed's comforter. My eyes focused on the first thing in front of me. A small person. Insanely small. A midget? Insanity was already setting in, I could tell. No adult man could be that short.

Slowly, I clambered into a sitting position and leaned against the wall behind me. The man; of whom I thought was sleeping, opened a single darkened eye. I could feel his magic flooding the very small room. It reverberated off of every wall without fail. There was a calming sense to it, I could tell. Even now when he was enraged. In fact, his very magic was angry. The edges of the mana were pointed and unpredictable. My body naturally drew itself into a defensive ball.

"How did you sleep?"

I shrugged. "Fine, I guess."

We both avoided the elephant in the room. The obvious question of "Who are you?" or "Did I know you?". Everyone seemed to dance around it, avoiding the question like the plague. I wished they didn't. It was frustrating, having to pretend that nothing had happened for their sake. Nobody wanted it to be true. You could only a live a lie for so long. One day, they'd realize that- and maybe I would, too.

"My name is Makarov Dreyar, and I'm the master of the wizard guild Fairy Tail. The guild that you call home."

Call home. Not called, or lived in. Call. It made my head swim to know I lived in a place unfamiliar to me. One I had yet to even see.

"Can you... still use your magic?"

His question nearly made me laugh. The answer should be rather obvious. Magic isn't as forgettable as a relationship; no matter how harsh it may sound, magic is akin to reading or writing- a fine motor skill. Every spell was ingrained in my head from the second I first used it. Only death could part me from my own magic.

I nodded. "I remember every spell like the back of my own hand," I promised.

Makarov exhaled in relief. He visibly relaxed. "There's more to be discussed, but I think that it can wait until you get a tour. Team Natsu will be showing you around, and re-introducing you to life in a guild... a life that you once lived."

Every word seemed to pain him, making him avert his serious gaze away from me. Makarov pondered solemnly. He seemed to be engaging himself in a mental debate- one in which I wasn't welcome.

"If you decide that you do not like it here, we cannot force you to stay. You will be escorted to your parents' home if you wish it, but do consider the other's feelings- we are all family here, memories or not. You will always be a member of Fairy Tail."