Summary: Bob points out that when Makarov was Laxus' age he looked exactly like Laxus…..Laxus doesn't take this well.

Pairings: some Mira/Laxus, one-sided Master/Mira, and general friendship feels.

YouTube Prompt: Fairy Tail tribute to 'All Star' by Smash Mouth.

"You're so lucky Laxus-Chan."

Considering Laxus was sitting between Bob, the big bald guy in a tutu, and Oba, the creepy old lady, while having a tea party ("If you're serious about being a Guild Master then you have to learn how to handle diplomatic meetings with other guilds," his grandfather said sternly as he dragged Laxus by his collar, "I'm not going to deal with Oba by myself.") as they discussed petty things like why Ichiya shouldn't be let outside of his own guild building, he really wouldn't call himself lucky.

To top this horrible indignantly off, he had just been called Laxus-Chan.

So Laxus thought his grunt was pretty polite all things considered. His grandfather and Mira disagreed as they shot him disapproving looks.

"Very lucky," Bob-san continued, "when I was your age I had no idea what I'd look like when I was old and therefore I was incredibly unprepared when my hair started falling out."

"Ha!" Gold Mine cackled. "I remember that. You tried every potion and tonic you could get your hands on and ended up making it fall out quicker."

"Yes," Bob-san pursued his lips, "and I was completely unprepared for the weight gain as well but you, Laxus-Chan, you have seen your future and you're prepared for what's to come."

"Erm…." Laxus blinked slowly. "What?"

"He means," Laxus' Grandfather growled, "that this," he waved a hand at his own face, "is your future."

"….Oh my," Mira murmured, "I'm not sure if I can handle that. Imagine waking up to find that I've married Master…"

"You don't know that!" Laxus blurted out, his eyes bulging out in horror, "I could look completely different."

"I would believe that if it wasn't for the fact you look exactly like Makarov when he was that age," Bob-san smiled, "same shape of face, same features, same blonde hair, the only differences are height, you're taller than Makarov was at that age obviously, that gruesomely manly scar, and you're a bit bulkier."

"…." Laxus' mouth opened and closed as he tried to speak but all he could see what his grandfather in his clothes. He shuddered and tried to speak once more. "…."

"That's a good thing though," Oba chipped in, "the boy won't end up as short as Makarov."

"I don't know," Gold Mine grinned, "I heard the bigger they are the harder they fall. He could end up shorter than Makarov."

"Size doesn't matter," Makarov said dismissively, "I can still beat the crap out of you three with one hand tied behind my back."

THUMP!

Everyone turned to see that Laxus had stood up so abruptly that his chair slammed to the floor which he ignored in favour of striding towards the door with a thunderous expression on his face.

"Where do you think you're going?" Makarov called after him.

"I'm going out," Laxus said briskly, "I have recently discovered that I need to invest in moisturiser and high heels."

"Cheek!"

"I think I can live with it," Mira decided as she pouted out a new cuppa for everyone, "as long as Laxus never grows a moustache like yours Master."

"If you want I can shave mine off," Makarov said lecherously, "so you can practice for the day Laxus looks like me."

The fact that Makarov escaped that meeting with only a scalding crotch from the tea Mira poured all over it only spoke volumes of how far away Laxus had ran from the guild building and the horrible truth of his future.