Lucy

"Really? I get to pick?"

"Of course you do!" Mirajane smiled. "Your guild-mark proves that you're one of us! It's very important that you put it somewhere special."

Lucy looked down at herself. Where would be best? Somewhere visible, definitely. She'd left her old life far behind, and she wanted to be reminded of that every time she caught sight of her mark, her passport to the guild. Somewhere that would be the first place she would see when she woke up, when she used her magic, somewhere that reminded her of just who she was now...

Of course! It was easy when she thought about it.

"The back of my hand," she said decisively. "My right hand."

Mirajane nodded. "Any particular colour?"

Pink. She liked pink. It was cute and it was girly, just like her.

And so the stamp pressed again the back of her right hand, warm and faintly buzzing as it lit up.

(And right down in her heart of hearts, Lucy knew that it was just too cliché to have asked for it on her left hand, the hand Natsu had grabbed when he pulled her away from the oncoming army into the crazy embrace of Fairy Tail - but it was close enough for her.)