#laxusthelightning

[to Erza] "... it has been a'while. Care for a drink?"

Hm? “ Laxus? ” It's not often the two of them find quiet in the guildhall. Between the Thunder Legion and Erza's usual company, there's little room for chitchat. However, the opportunity's always welcome whenever one presents itself.

The sudden voice behind him catches him off guard and he whips around in surprise, muscles tense and ready for a fight. When he sees who it is, he relaxes, the tension leaving his body just as fast as it had arrived.

"Oh, this?" He chuckles sheepishly, holding the cigarette up in front of him. The cherry burns a soft red, standing out against the darkness of the night. "Since Avatar. I started not long after I joined, and I just haven't been able to kick the habit."

He sighs, and takes one more drag before putting it out on the back of his hand, which sizzles when the small flame makes contact with his magic. He pulls a small box out from his jacket, and slips the cigarette inside before tucking it back into his jacket.

Natsu swears that vein is going to bust right out of his forehead every time he talks to Laxus. Here he was, trying to crack a joke and make the other feel better because he was so lost in thought even Natsu had noticed, and he gets treated like a maid?

"Excuse me? I ain't a bartender, Zappy," he snaps back, irritation visible on every crease of his face. When the sassy comeback doesn't elicit a response either, some of the irritation slips away and he takes a step closer. He may not be the most observant member of the guild, but he knew that look. Distant, haunted. The kind of look that said you'd seen more than someone should. It happened far too often to the higher ranked mages of the guild.

     Turmoil had been stopped, forcefully so, and he had now the peace to go and look for Laxus again. He didn't have to look too far; assisted by gathered knowledge of his favorite places to hide or get some calm. So the surprise was kept within reasonable limits when he found his husband on the roof of the guild hall.

@laxusthelightning

     Was there a kiss purer than a kiss to the forehead? Possibly one of the only purity he would ever experience in his life; so much of him had been robbed and tainted already from an early age, and there was no turning back.

With his eyes closed, Freed drank in every single touch, every single sensation that Laxus' presence offered him at this very moment. While he was away there had been many nights dedicated to spending his thoughts on his husband, wishing to simply hold him tight and be certain that he was safe and sound. Now he didn't have to just think about it anymore, not to dream about it anymore, for Freed had returned from his prolonged mission and Laxus had, too, now. Finally.

     The lingering of Laxus' lips on his forehead was gentle and he felt s e t t l e d , far more so than before. Without knowing that Laxus was fine, there would always be an uneasy stirring even if he managed to bury it as he went on about his day. No words were needed to express just how grateful Freed was to be here with him, that life still granted him this way of living. Laxus had never been a man of many words (although so many things had altered and developed with all the time they had spent together, and would spend together in the future) and the captain had been fine to adapt. In moments such as this one, the silence was all they needed. No words necessary to comprehend each other, none required to offer soothing comfort.

     When Laxus moved his lips to Freed's for a small peck, the rune mage emitted a quiet sigh. Eyelids fluttered open, cerulean meeting the radiant orange of his man's eyes and for but a moment he moved a calloused hand to stroke along Laxus' left cheek. A gesture just as gentle as the kiss on the forehead had been. Fingers brushed the blond's skin and then it all c r u m b l e d just to be rebuilt in a manner much more passionate, fueled by absolute LONGING. It had bound to get out of control and wasn't it just natural?

     Freed's hands flew to collar of the taller man's shirt, digits curling and gripping it tightly as though to make sure that he wouldn't disappear, that this, in fact, was reality. He held on the fabric for dear life, hurling himself into the kiss completely. He pulled Laxus close and wished for him to stay right there, body pushing up against his in a desperate attempt to feel him as close as possible. Tasting Laxus on his lips and tongue was bound to have him intoxicated in no time, especially after having been deprived of touch and his company for such a long time. Freed couldn't help but emit a hearty groan, eyes closed again, all the pent-up feeling shattering and going F R E E.

     B A B E S P O T T E D !!

Character

Laxus Dreyar (Fairy Tail)

this one's on the newest chapter (not the extra chapter, that's another post)

I knOW I've said this like 100 times but WENDY IS SO ADORABLE.

2. Laxus is hot.

3. Me too sis.