Okay so this is my first attempts at a reader insert. I'm not sure who I'm pairing anyone with, or even where this is going. It's either going to be a bunch of one/two shots or a continuous story following of the plot of the anime, you guys can decide, just let me know which you prefer.

As usual I don't own Fairy Tail, or you, but I do own your magic. Sorta.

The guild hall was, once more, in a state of chaos. Chairs flew as quickly as insults and various magic's tore through the area, destroying furniture and turning once peaceful observers into violent participants.

How did I end up in this place? You asked yourself, drawing a leg up between your rear end and the seat of the barstool as you took a drink and leaned against the counter, ducking a fire ball Natsu had seen fit to lob your way.

"Watch where you throw those things Flame Brain!" you barked, reaching up to make sure he hadn't singed your hair. Mira giggled from behind the counter, unperturbed by your make shift families crazed nature, though you supposed she would be, considering she had been in the guild for longer than you had been practicing magic. Natsu hardly shouted half an apology before Gray tackled him from the side, down to only his boxers.

"You're not going to get in there too?" Cana drew your gaze to the right and you sighed, watching her set down the barrel of liquor she had somehow managed to finish. Those things weighed more than you did, how she managed to chug it all down was beyond your comprehension.

"No," you propped your hand on your chin, listing to the tinkling of the bells in your hair as they fell with the pull of gravity, "I'm not feeling too hot, I think I'll sit this one out."

"Are you alright?" Lucy took a seat beside you, taking refuge from the calamity that would soon befall the building, "You're not looking so good. Er, no offense," the newest member of your family gave you an apologetic smile, blond hair down for that day and brown eyes taking in your features carefully.

You knew you were probably looking a bit worse for wear, truth be told you hadn't been able to sleep well for the past few nights and you had woken up with a head ache the day before that had only increased in severity as time wore on. Just in the past hour you had sneezed eight times.

"I think I might be getting sick," you admitted, twisting one of the bracelets you wore and letting the miniature bells chime as they were turned round your wrist. Too bad your magic couldn't cure a cold. You could make a fortune doing that, just fixing the sniffles for whatever poor sucker caught it. It would be especially valuable after a bad storm, or during the fall…

"-uo in there?" fingers snapped an inch from your nose and you jerked back in surprise, almost toppling over onto the floor but managing to catch your feet on the edge of the counter, holding yourself horizontal from the ground and looking up to find Gray standing over you on your right, Lucy peeking over his bare shoulder and Natsu standing to your left, obscuring the view of a very passed out card mage. It was Gray who had snapped his fingers, but Natsu's voice had rung clearly before, calling you back from your musings of fortune to the present day and your crappy immune system. Your head spun from the sudden change of altitude and the congestion that clogged your breath and pressed against your skull sent a sudden spell of dizziness through your head and resulted in you crashing to the floor. Or you would have if Grey hadn't grabbed the front of your shirt, keeping you from cracking your head open.

Natsu shouted your name much louder than was necessary, drawing the attention of Loke and Erza, the two guild members closest to you and your growing group of concerned fellows.

"Perhaps it would be best if you went home and rested for the remainder of the day," Erza commented, she and you both ignoring the snort from Grey and Lucy's comment about a week being more helpful.

"Come on, I'll take you home," Loke gave you one of his more charming smiles and you studiously ignored the irritating flop of your stomach, pretending it was just your cold. Even if you weren't as infatuated with the ginger as many other women you knew you had to admit he was attractive, the fact that he was one of the nicer guys you had met didn't hurt anything. Of course many of your guild mates could have the same said about them, Natsu and Grey were easy on the eyes in their own ways, Freed and Alzack were the same. Come to think of it most of your guild was unusually attractive and freakishly strong.

You hardly realized that Natsu and Grey were making odd comments in defense of your 'virtue' regarding Loke's reputation, which you ignored. You worked with Loke enough that you had come to an understanding. He doesn't do anything overly perverse, and you don't blast his ears out. It was a very effective deal. Didn't stop him from flirting with you, and didn't stop you from slapping him when he said something weirder than normal, but it kept you friends without the benefits.

In the end Loke looped an arm through yours, despite your irritated protests that you had a cold, not a broken leg and Grey froze a towel that he wrapped around your head to keep your temperature down after Natsu had proclaimed it hot even for his standards. You were sicker than you first thought it seemed, and all three boys plus Erza accompanied you back to your house, Cana unable to attend due to her lack of consciousness and Lucy had to leave shortly after your close encounter of the floorth kind or risk being late for a job that would pay her rent for next three months.

When you got there Erza used your spare key ("under the rock by the roses. It's plastic") to get the door open and you found yourself set down on your wonderfully comfy couch while Grey grabbed your favorite blanket out of the three layered on your bed (the fact that he remembered you always brought the fur lined one on missions touched you) and Natsu went about heating up (burning) a can of soup he found in your cupboard. Erza took it upon herself to scold you for getting up and leaving the house when your temperature was, apparently, a hundred and three degrees by the dragon slayers estimate and Loke expressed his disbelief that you hadn't noticed how bad it was.

You just curled up on your couch, wondering where Happy was.