Of binding spells and hurried confessions (Laxus x Reader)
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(y/n) and Laxus are stuck to each other by their guildmarks.
Note: Based on an ffn fic called “Mark to Mark” by OnlyTheInevitable. It’s honestly such a fun little story! I’d definitely recommend giving it a read, so feel free to give it some deserving love!
(as with my other laxus fics, reader is a light mage)
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(y/n) scans through the guild board with furrowed brows. All of the missions Mirajane had posted weren't to her liking, they were either very impractical tasks or jobs that were too long-term. And as much as she'd enjoyed spending time out of Magnolia to explore other places she’s yet to venture, she wasn't in the mood for travelling.
"You leavin’?" She hears someone behind her, snapping her out of her revery, the sound of their heavy footsteps growing closer.
"None of these missions are practical." (y/n) admits with a long sigh. "Why? Were you looking forward to see me leave, Laxus?"
"As if I’d let you go on you’re own." Laxus scoffs, avoiding the other’s gaze in favour of checking the guild board. “Just do a month long one and take me with you, I need a break from everyone’s asses.”
“What makes you think I’d—ah!“ (y/n) lets out a gasp all of a sudden, feeling a weird burning sensation building up on the left side of her hip where her guild mark sat. Her hand comes up to press against that same spot.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” The questions spill out of Laxus not a second later, hands automatically moving up to gently grasp at her shoulders.
If the circumstances were different, (y/n) would’ve teased the dragon slayer for openly showing his concern. But the next thing she knows, an unexplainable pull forces her to crash into Laxus’ body. They both end up toppling to the ground.
“W-What in the world...?” She winces at the abrupt fall, only to realise that Laxus took the receiving end of the wooden floorboards.
“Fuck, (y/n)...” A muffled voice was heard underneath the light mage. When (y/n) looks down she pauses—her chest was literally right on top of the dragon slayer’s face. Out of sheer embarrassment, she quickly moves to get away from Laxus...only to fail to do so. "If you wanted to be on top of me, you shoulda just asked."
"Laxus." (y/n) shuts him up with a single look, it was surprisingly intimidating despite the flush on her cheeks.
"Just saying..."
“Why can't I move?” Ignoring the latter's previous statement, (y/n) places her hands on top of Laxus' shoulders, attempting to force her body to get unstuck from his.
"You're gonna break my spine if you keep that up, woman." Laxus hisses out in pain, clutching onto her wrists to get her to stop. Their guild marks were bound together like inseparable magnets, seemingly unable to detach from one another. (y/n) had no choice but to awkwardly half-sit on top of Laxus, knees digging into his lap and chest inches away from his face. The latter thankfully doesn’t comment on this and instead wounds his arms around her waist in support.
“Seems like we aren’t the only ones in this situation.” He nods off towards the occupied area of the hall where other pairs of guild members were stuck to each other by their mark.
“I take it, it’s some kind of binding spell. Why would someone even do this...” (y/n) huffs in annoyance. The other members looked just as ridiculous as they did, but a certain couple across the guild hall catches her sole attention. “If there’s anything to be appreciative about, I’m glad my mark isn’t at a more...intimate area.” Laxus follows her gaze towards Elfman and Evergreen. The take over mage practically had the entirety of his head pressed against Evergreen’s chest (she looked just about ready to murder him).
“Or your tongue.” Laxus snorts in interest at Bixlow’s predicament with his tongue glued to Lisanna’s thigh, the poor girl was a second away from combusting.
“Can you carry me over to the others? So we can sort this predicament out already...” (y/n) points over to where Levy and Lucy were discussing. Surely, the duo would know what was going on.
“I kinda like how we are right now though." He unashamedly admits. (y/n) sends him a pointed gaze. “Fine, fine.” He huffs out. After a bit of adjusting, Laxus somehow manages to stand up with (y/n) firmly stuck in his hold. Her legs automatically wrap around his waist (it wasn't like she could do anything else), arms circling around his neck. She tries to ignore the fact that the position they were in looked quite suggestive, ushering Laxus to move.
“Levy-chan, do you know how to undo it?”
“Hmm...let me try and read everything else.”
“Why not let Natsu over here burn the paper? Easy fix.” Gajeel suggests with a grunt.
“Oh! Lemme at it!” Natsu enthusiastically agrees, pulling Lucy along as he trudges over to where Levy was being carried by Gajeel.
“No, you idiot! Don’t even try it!” Lucy tugs Natsu away from the piece of parchment Levy was holding up.
“Lucy, Levy, what’s going on?” (y/n) calls out to get their attention, trying to not sigh at the flushed looks on their faces seeing her and Laxus stuck together in such a questionable position.
“Ah! Mira-san had me read this weird poem out loud then all of a sudden...this happened.” Lucy glances over at a nonchalant Natsu, her cheeks reddening. The back of her hand was smacked against the dragon slayer’s shoulder cap.
“Here’s what it says—The mark for you that is the same, considered very dear, until the feelings are proclaimed, the person will stay near.” Levy reads out carefully. “Everything else written here is mostly gibberish, they aren’t directly related to the poem. Either way, the solution is already provided.”
“It’s pretty straightforward, now that I think of it...” Lucy hums.
“May I take a look as well?” Levy passes over the parchment. (y/n) quickly scans through the poem, another sigh escapes her lips. “So both parties must reveal how they truly feel about one another...as cliche as it sounds.” (y/n) hands Levy the piece of paper back.
“A confession of sorts. It’s just a matter of how and what it is exactly we need to say for the spell to accept it, really.” Levy concludes. Everyone eventually parts ways as they inform the rest of the guild members.
“We have to say nice things about each other?” Laxus muses. The light mage tries to ignore the warm breath of air hitting her chest as she makes a sound of approval.
“More specifically, one’s true feelings in any kind of sense.”
“When I first met you I was disappointed that you were part of a dark guild, but then we found out you were actually being controlled against your will and I thought it was my chance to go after you.”
“What?” (y/n) was, for a lack of a better word, stunned by the sudden revelation.
“I liked you and that stubborn attitude of yours, you couldn’t give two fucks to anyone else who got in your way and you could definitely fight for your own.” Laxus ends it at that, only to scoff at the disbelief plastered on (y/n)’s face.
“Was that why you were so adamant on making me join the guild?” A small smile grazes her lips.
“I’m trying to tell you how I feel, do your damn share already.” He clicks his tongue in annoyance, turning his head to the side to avoid her gaze.
“I was weirded out at how you kept wanting to talk to me—“
“Oi!”
“But you turned out to be really interesting and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t attracted to you since we first met, controlled or not.”
“You kiddin’?”
“I can still remember some glimpses of when I was being mind-controlled even after the spell was broken. Your embarrassing attempts at flirting are still fresh in my head.”
“God damn it...” Laxus tries to hide his embarrassment but with (y/n) practically stuck with him, there was no escape. He sighs at the inconvenience and opts to hide his face in her chest instead, making (y/n) yelp in surprise. The light mage doesn’t even get the chance to tell him off before a light flashes in between them and the unexplainable pull from their guild marks disappear.
“We’re not stuck together anymore, you can put me down already.” (y/n) waits for Laxus to finally release her, but he remains in the same position. “Laxus.”
“Nah, I’m comfy here.” Laxus holds onto her tighter, not giving her a chance to escape his hold. He ignores the sounds of protests right above him, face completely red by now. Two years and a half of being in a relationship with her, and the light mage was still the only person who knew how to fluster him. The woman was gonna be the death of him.
