#markarov dreyar

[ashknife]

Having gone through the first season of My Hero Academia, I think All Might is probably the best mentor character out there. The mentor badass is one of my favorite character tropes. They're the seasoned fighters who, despite whatever flaws they possess, 1) really are masters of their craft, and 2) are capable teachers. They're cool, they kick ass, and their mastery is hard-earned.

What places All Might at the top of this pile? First, he has sensible flaws. He's injured in such a way that he is unable to sustain his quirk. He is proud and takes his work with heavy responsibility, causing him to constantly overwork even within the bounds of his injuries. In some sense, Midoriya is his exit from the superhero life because he cannot figure out how to retire responsibly. He isn't excessively vain (there is some vanity, but it isn't excessive). He isn't a pathological pervert. He isn't excessively aloof or cold to hide some tragic backstory.

Second, All Might is compassionate. He initially doesn't tell Midoriya what he wants to hear because he is rightfully afraid it will endanger the boy. He lets Midoriya down with solid reasoning and provides a solid alternative. He does not mock the boy but respects him and his desire. All Might shows further respect by owning up to his mistakes, re-evaluating Midoriya in light of his bravery and knowledge, and judging him a worthy successor of One for All. His training is not excessive. His guidance, while sometimes rushed, is thought-out. He shows grace to Midoriya whenever the boy falters or acts brashly, even recognizing when such behavior saves his own life.

In many ways, All Might is the father that is missing in Midoriya's life. We know Midoriya has a father somewhere: he's mentioned once or twice in the present tense, but it seems he's never present, so his mother is the only one who has raised him. He is a positive masculine force who embodies virtues of strength, responsibility, compassion, respect, and temperance. Yes, some of Midoriya's peers act within some of those virtues, but they are also kids who are growing into them and make many mistakes in judgment. What sets Class 1-A apart from the rest of UA is that they had to learn early on what pro heroes have already matured into, and yet they're still learning. Those relationships with his peers are also important, but the father-son dynamic with All Might is just as, if not more, important.

I think the only other mentor badass that compares here in my limited knowledge of anime is Markarov Dreyar, the 3rd, 6th, and 8th Guild Master of Fairy Tail. Markarov is compassionate and wise in dealing with his guild. Not only that, he is a father figure to the guild in a very literal sense: the Fairy Tail Guild is essentially a wizard orphanage. However, being a Guild Master means he has a lot of work on his own plate. The relationship between him and his "brats" is not quite as intimate as what All Might and Midoriya enjoy (although that did not make his sacrifice any less emotional). Yes, there are reasons to portray broken father-son relationships because those are everywhere, and people need to know they aren't alone in their suffering. However, it is also important to see good, healthy father-son relationships, too, even if they are found family.

#my hero academy #yes I am late to the party #thoughts that may or may not change as I progress through the series #all might #midoriya izuku #fairy tail #markarov dreyar

[kilannad]

As the Stars Burn On--A One Piece/Fairy Tail Fanfic

While on a solo mission to Crocus, Lucy runs into Laxus. Having forgiven him for his part in the Fantasia business, she invited him to help her investigate an ancient ruin. By luck or fate, the site involves old magic tied to the Celestial Spirits that Lucy accidentally activated. Now, trapped in a land where there was fruit instead of magic and pirates instead of guilds, Lucy and Laxus have to follow what clues they have to get back home to Earthland.

They don't know where these new Keys came from or how they're tied to the Void Century, but they'll be damned before they stop looking for answers.

Ao3. Tumblr Masterlist. Ko-fi.

Prologue; Chance Meetings

Laxus slid through the bustling streets of Crocus, vibrant colors and thick scents of perfume and food an acute attack against his sensitive senses. He kept his soundpods firmly over his ears, the familiar rock music drowning out street hawkers and children screaming. His bag a firm weight over his shoulder grounded him, each step taking him down the road and away from his latest month-long camping binge. Anything to get away from people he no longer knew how to deal with. A pity that he needed an honest shower and half decent supplies, or else he might just go feral.

He’d been to Crocus before--a few times even--but he never got used to the sheer overwhelming amount of sensory input. Magnolia was a decent size, sure, but also significantly calmer and far more familiar, making it easier for Laxus to ground himself among the sounds and scents. He tried hard not to think about what it looked like the last time he saw it. What damage he had caused.

Stepping out of the way of a mother and her three rambunctious children, Laxus spied a reporter he recognized from Sorcerer Weekly and promptly made his way down a smaller side street. The last thing he wanted was to be asked for an interview over why he’d left Fairy Tail. He could see the headlines now--Markarov Dreyar’s Grandson Expelled for Holding Magnolia Hostage! Yeah, not a chance.

The scent of parchment and ink caught his nose, familiar from years spent near constantly with Freed. Tucked down the small street he was on, there was a small storefront with gentle fairy lights sparkling through its huge windows. Above the door, a sign proclaimed Terra Bank’s Tea and Books. It was the sort of place Freed would beg they’d stop at and the rest of the team would hem and haw and bicker but go in anyway and end up spending hours together in the quiet. 

Not for the first time, Laxus felt a twist of longing for easier days. He couldn’t even remember the last time the Thunder God Tribe had enjoyed a peaceful moment together like that. Years ago, likely. 

Through the windows, he could see it wasn’t very full though even this side street was cramped, people bumping into Laxus every few moments. The thought of a break from the obscene crowds and connection to before he fucked everything up was too tempting to ignore. 

Inside, the place had one employee doubling as cashier and barista, an older woman starting to gray at the temples, and a handful of people sitting in the scattered tables and plush armchairs or browsing the wildly organized shelves. When Laxus paused his music, he found the store must have had exquisite sound canceling wards, because not even his enhanced and delicate hearing could pick up a single sound from outside. He left the soundpods on--he hated the sound of heartbeats that seemed to intrude on his every waking moment--but kept his music off so he could bask in the quiet. It was an easy choice to grab a strong black tea and interesting looking history book and settle at a back table. He stretched out his legs, settling in and making it clear he didn’t appreciate company.

The tea burst across his tongue in a robust mix of blood orange and pomegranates and for a brief moment he was reminded of the time after he first met Evergreen when she tried a new perfume every day, each fruitier and more expensive than the last. It’d taken him a week to snap at her--she’d been wearing some demon-concocted scent of apple blossoms and strawberries that had given him a migraine--to either choose one or leave off all together. It was the first time his team realized he had enhanced senses, though the explanation didn’t come for some time. Ever, Laxus recalled fondly, had shoved her whole collection under his nose and demanded to know which ones were too strong and which ones he liked.

He wondered if she still wore the same huckleberry perfume now that he wasn’t around anymore. 

As reminiscing often did those days, Laxus wondered where the hell he was going next. Money wasn’t an issue yet, his savings having been quite large to begin with after half a decade of S-Class jobs and only minimum spending. It wouldn’t last forever of course, and at some point he’d have to consider long term plans. Gramps, the soft hearted geezer, had told the public that the Battle of Fairy Tail was a Fantasia stunt gone too far, so Laxus hadn’t been Black Listed by the Magic Council. He could join a guild if he wanted; with his strength and reputation, few would turn him away. It would probably be better than this random wandering he’d been doing, living in the wilds with nothing but his regrets for company until necessity pushed him to the nearest civilization.

The place where his guildmark once was seemed to burn a little, though Laxus knew it was just his imagination. Gramps had removed it so quickly at his expulsion he’d barely felt a thing then, much less months later.

His nose twitched, drawing his attention away from his thoughts and the unopened book in front of him. Eucalyptus and spearmint, he noted, something distantly familiar but not immediately identifiable. Sweet and soothing but not overpowering. The soft click of a heel caught his ears through his soundpods and he turned to the side.

Lucy Heartfilia, looking as gorgeous as ever in a blue miniskirt and white halter top, stood holding a steaming cup of tea not five feet from Laxus. For a half second he wondered if she’d curse him out before she left--he wouldn’t even blame her for it, considering how much of an absolute ass he’d been to her.

She didn’t curse at him but she also didn’t leave, which he found significantly more surprising. It had been months since he’d seen anyone from Fairy Tail and he had no doubt his actions were still remembered and scorned.

Lucy didn’t seem to care, only gave a small half smile and said, “Laxus, I didn’t expect to see you. What brought you in here?”

He had to blink, struggling to catch up to the apparent lack of a grudge. “Avoiding the crowds,” he replied, figuring it was better than admitting he was brooding. Confusion followed by sympathy flickered across her face--he figured she had plenty of experience with sensitive dragon noses. “Is Team Natsu here for a job?” Laxus would rather avoid Natsu if possible. There was no way to stay unnoticed with him around.

“Just me,” she told him. After a moment’s hesitation, Laxus pulled his legs back and gestured. She took his offer with another smile. “For some reason everyone is taking a million jobs this month, all solo.”

He did some quick calculations to figure out the date and realized it was later in the spring than he’d thought. “The S-Class Trials are in a week. Everyone will be trying to impress Gramps to earn a spot as a candidate.” Lucy ahed in understanding, sipping her tea. Peppermint, by the smell. “What job are you on solo?”

“Just a simple research and scouting request. Some old ruins were discovered outside of town and the client wants a mage to make sure the area is secure and the ruins aren’t still active.”

“I didn’t know you were familiar with ancient spell sites,” he said, impressed. He hadn’t realized she was the brain of Team Natsu, though it seemed obvious in retrospect.

“I read a lot.” She shrugged. “I’m no Levy or Freed, but I can manage the basics.” He nodded, trying to ignore the sharp pain at the reminder of the guild. He hoped they were all okay. It’d probably be an ass move to ask about them after what he did. Lucy tilted her head to the side, brown eyes flicking over him. “You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like. I could use some muscle in case it does turn out dangerous.”

Laxus took a deep breath to unclench his muscles before he said warily, “I’m not a guildmember.”

“You don’t have to be to consult,” she countered. “Tell you what, I’ll even split the reward, 70-30.” She gave a catty smile, clearly baiting him. He didn’t care about the money of course, and probably would’ve agreed in a second if the job actually sounded dangerous. He’d fucked up once with Phatom Lord and he wasn’t planning on making that mistake twice.

“Why?” he asked wonderingly. “After all the shit I pulled, why offer me-” he cut himself off, unable to figure out how to end that sentence without sounding pathetic. Why offer me companionship or forgiveness?

Her smile softened and she leaned across the small table to flick his forehead. “Don’t be a dumbass, Laxus. You fucked up-” the bluntness was welcomed, though it was probably the most crass he’d ever heard her, “-but that doesn’t mean you’re a monster. Just that you needed to get your head on straight. I forgave Gajeel for torturing me, why wouldn’t I forgive you when I know that, when it mattered, you never saw us as enemies?”

He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, unable to say a thing to that. Laxus knew he didn’t deserve forgiveness for turning on his family and betraying their trust, but he also wasn’t a good enough person to refuse it when offered to him. The situation was made worse that it was Lucy--the only interactions they’d ever had were negative, each worst then the last. Unlike Natsu or Erza, she hadn’t known him as a child or considered him family for years. They were basically strangers and he’d wronged her personally, even before Fantasia. 

Lucy grabbed her tea and stood. “Meet me at the north gate at nine tomorrow morning.”

Laxus stood so quickly his chair clattered, reaching out to gently grab her wrist. She was so fucking tiny, he thought. Yet he knew she’d beat Bix and survived Gajeel--only a fool would think her weak. A fool like him. 

He waited until she met his eyes, pale brow raised in question but not a trace of fear on her face. Even after he’d gotten into a death match with two dragon slayers, she didn’t doubt her safety with him. It felt like a punch to the gut. “I’m sorry,” he burst out. Her lips parted in shock but he kept going, unable to stop now that he’d started. Not apologizing to anyone but the Thunder Legion and Gramps had been a lingering guilt for weeks. “For all of it, but Phantom Lord especially. You were a guildmate that needed help but I was a dick and never should have said any of that crap or refused to fight.” He heaved a breath, wondering when it became so hard to apologize to people outside his immediate circle. He wasn’t even sure he was doing it right, so he added lamely, “I’m sorry.”

A bright grin took over her face, eyes crinkling. “Forgiven,” she said as if it was that easy.

Maybe it was.

☉

Lucy leaned outside of Crocus’s north gate, absentmindedly running her finger along the curve of her Star Whip. The morning mist had already burned away, but the sky was filled with thick clouds that did nothing to stop the dry heat from clinging to the back of her shirt. The humidity was absurd and she desperately wished for rain. Or at least a cool breeze. For mid-spring, it was far too hot and she wished the heatwave had waited until she was back in Magnolia to strike.

Somewhere inside the walls of the capital, a clocktower clang-clunged nine times. Lucy didn’t really know why she’d invited Laxus to join her, besides the fact that she hated doing jobs solo--it was maybe easier without her team causing chaos, but there was something hollow about not having companionship while she worked. She’d seen him there, in her mother’s favorite bookshop, and had been reminded so viceserely of the first time she’d visited Crocus after Layla’s death that she just couldn’t have left him alone. And she’d meant what she said about forgiveness--Laxus, while scary strong and more than a little surly, wasn’t a bad person. He’d even apologized for his part in the Phantom Lord fiasco which she hadn’t been expecting at all. She doubted, though, that he cared enough to join her on a horribly simplistic job like this one. It was probably insulting, considering his previous status as S-Class, and she wouldn’t blame him for not showing up. 

Okay, maybe she’d blame him a little.

The bells finished echoing, the city already a bubble of activity and the road full to bursting. Beyond the edges of the paved path, the forest was a tangle of vines and limbs, the shadows beckoning temptingly. Surely it was cooler in the shade?

A minute ticked passed, then another, and Lucy finally acknowledged that Laxus had likely decided that hanging out with the rookie was beneath him. She shrugged away from the wall, sighing as she tugged her frizzing hair into a high ponytail. Maybe she’d summon Plue to keep her company on the hike.

“You’re not allergic to raspberries, are you?”

Lucy’s neck snapped around, finding Laxus standing a few feet away holding two tall to-go cups, liberally beaded with condensation. It was such an unexpected and domestic sight that she had to blink to confirm it was real. “What?”

“Raspberries.” Laxus gently held out one of the cups. “I also have normal ice tea, but I don’t like you enough to suffer raspberries for you.”

Laughter bubbled up before she could stop it, enjoying his blunt honesty. At least some part of Laxus was still normal. 

She took the offered drink. “The only thing I’m allergic to is kiwis, so thank you.” The flavored ice tea was cold and soothing, a welcomed relief from the heat. She tried not to look surprised at Laxus’s presence. “You have everything you need?”

He nodded his head and she started to lead the way into the forest, grateful for the solid treads on her boots as they began ducking and weaving through the trees. The ice tea helped keep her cool even when the shadows of the jungle did nothing to help the humidity. 

“So,” she started explaining, a little uncomfortable with the pure silence. Team Natsu was never silent and she didn’t really know how to deal with it any more. “The site was discovered about a week ago by the head of a logging company when he tried to scout a new location for his headquarters. Naturally, the Historical Protection Society is demanding the land to investigate and naturally the CEO wants to destroy the whole thing.”

“Who’s the client then?”

“The Crown,” she replied. Laxus grunted in what she thought might be surprise. Or maybe disdain. Hard to tell. “In the court hearing to settle the matter, the CEO let slip that he saw runic writing on the walls and ground, so the Crown got wind of the situation and declared it a mage matter until the Council cleared the area. They’ll have specialists out here in three days for the actual archaeology part, but they wanted to make sure the area wasn’t an active ritual or spell first.”

“And of course the Council couldn’t send the Rune Knights first,” he grumbled.

“Of course not,” she laughed. “Then they’d actually be useful.”

It didn’t take long for them to find the area she’d been directed to. It was clear by the several felled trees and scattered stumps that the CEO had actually started to clear the land for construction even before the whole mess started. One stump, partially torn up with its roots half dug in and half creating a twisting curtain, had a wide line of caution tape around it. They carefully dropped their empty cups there.

“Doesn’t smell like anyone has been here recently,” Laxus assured her. 

“Good. Try not to set off some ancient spell of ultimate destruction, would you?”

“I’m not Natsu.”

She huffed a laugh, dropping under the tape and stepping gently closer to the hanging roots. She could see that beneath them a hole opened into pitch black and the ground crumbled a little beneath her feet. Careful of her weight, she picked up a nearby rock and dropped it down. 1, 2, clunk. 

“Well at least it’s not deep,” she muttered. 

“Hold on, there’s something here,” Laxus said. He crouched behind her, reaching out a hand and letting it spark with electricity. She saw what he meant; on the underside of the tree stump, a piece of stone was wrapped in the roots. The tree must have grown around part of the ruins.

“Those are…Ponin runes I think,” she muttered. 

“Can you read it?”

She grimaced, staring at the complicated mess of twisting symbols and square markings. “Do I look like I’m a thousand years old?”

Laxus huffed, so close to her the breath tickled her neck. “I don’t think you want me to answer that question, Blondie.”

“Okay, rude. And you're blonde too, dumbass.”

“I wear it better,” he said with a smirk.

She snarled, rolling her eyes. “Mavis save me from cocky men.” She stood from where they were crouching, bracing one hand on his shoulder as she unwrapped her whip.

“What are you doing?” Laxus demanded, eyeing the weapon like he thought it might bite him.

“What do you think, Sparky? I’m going down. Hold this.”

He took the handle without question, though it might’ve just been the surprise of getting bossed around by her. She wrapped the end around her arm and hand, and then carefully, feeling for harder packed dirt as she went, started descending into the hole.

“Is there a reason I’m not just jumping in?” Laxus demanded above her. 

“Because you spark magic everywhere and I don’t want it setting something off,” she snapped. Everything around her was pitch black, only the dim lighting of the forest above her letting her see the wall right in front of her. It wasn’t dirt, as she’d thought, but solid stone liberally carved with markings. She reached the floor easily, releasing her whip and reaching for the magic-free glow stick she’d brought for this. It cracked loudly, but lit up the space in a bright blue light. 

“Holyshit,” she couldn’t help but say. The room was small, only seven feet in every direction, but every inch was covered in mosaics. Where they’d fallen off or degraded, she saw more Ponin runes she couldn’t read. Besides some minor rubble that she expected had come from the tree growing or being pulled up, the only thing in the room was a pedestal with a bowl made of dark stone she’d never seen before.

Behind her, something thumped on the ground and she whirled only to see Laxus standing up.

“What the hell? I told you-”

“Relax, I’m keeping my magic on lockdown.”

She glared at him, but there was none of the small sparks of lightning she usually associated with him so figured it was probably fine. Hopefully.

“What is this place?” he asked, slowly examining the mosaics on the wall. She nearly followed him, but something caught her eye. Carefully, she used her foot to brush away some of the dust and rock on the ground.

“I’m not sure about the walls,” she admitted, “But I think this floor is a map.” Laxus turned toward her and they both stepped back. The mosaics were made of shells and colored rocks in a variety of shades, but the floor had one long, thick line of dark blue, interspersed with bits of browns and greens like islands. At the halfway point, right under the pedestal, a mass of red cut through it abruptly, creating a massive T, only for the blue to continue on the other side. On either side of the dark blue, running parallel, were two thinner pale blue lines. The rest of the floor, outside of this centerpiece, was teal. A thin line of black connected various groupings of the green and brown dots. Some of them were in the large center blue, but just as many were in the rest of the floor.

“Thirty,” Laxus counted. “You think this is somehow a map to thirty different islands? In what sea?”

“Not one I’ve ever seen,” Lucy admitted. “What’s on the walls?”

“Weird shit,” he said bluntly. “I think under the dust it’s meant to be mostly white, but there are a bunch of swirls of color, like some weird collection of balls. But the weirdest part is that.” He pointed to the far wall, where her light hadn’t quite pierced. She stepped closer, silently damning dragon slayer senses. 

It was slightly damaged, various shells and stones having fallen to the floor or degrading over time. But the image was clear and startling. On a wall of pure black, a white skull over crossbones grinned out. 

“Well,” she said, trying not to find it unbearably creepy, “That’s…something.”

Laxus snorted, gently tracing one of the Ponin runes that was visible. “You have any idea what this place was for?”

��No, but the fact that the runes are covered up and they sealed this place tells me it’s probably not still active.”

“Sealed?”

“There’s no door and it was buried under ground. My best guess is that they put the roof on after everything else to seal it and then made sure to plant trees around it.”

Lucy stepped closer to the center of the room, hoping the pedestal would be similarly inactive and she could get out of the creepy area. Something about the room was making the back of her hair tingle.

The bowl was a thick basin made of a dark stone that, when she tapped, made no strange noise. Laxus came closer, scratching at it a little and scowling.

“Not sure, but I think that might be harder than steel.”

“What’s it smell like?”

He scowled at her. “Why?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve never seen it before but I need as much information as possible to turn over to the Crown. So, Sparky, what does it smell like?”

Laxus growled low in his throat but obediently took a deep breath. His irritation disappeared with a blink and he took another, less angry breath. “It--that doesn’t make sense.”

“Care to share with the class?”

“The ocean,” he offered, openly confused. “It smells like a salty sea breeze.”

Lucy didn’t bother trying to hide her bafflement. “What the hell? You think it was mined from the sea bed?”

“How should I know?”

She huffed, rolling her eyes and closely examining it. There were more Ponin runes carved on the outside, but what drew her attention was the inside. Twelve markings curved around the edges, a thirteenth at the bottom. Each one was unique, though all of them looked like--

“Are those depicting…Gate Keys?” Laxus asked.

She didn’t answer, too busy staring. They weren’t any Gate Key she’d ever seen, having what seemed to be an animal head instead of teeth and a constellation pattern she didn’t know on the other end.

She reached out, gently tracing the curve of a horse head. Laxus sucked in a breath, but it was too late. Something pricked her finger, a bead of blood welling up and falling before she could yank her hand back. Laxus cursed fluently in several languages, pulling Lucy hard against him as light burst from each Ponin rune, making the mosaics glow.

The last thought Lucy had was that it wasn’t balls depicted on the walls, but strangely colored fruit.

#as the stars burn on #one piece fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #laxus x lucy #crossover #my writing

[i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate]

FF.NET

. . . My mother. It had to be, right? It seemed less and less like a dream, and more and more like a memory. His mother. Would she love me ever now? After everything I’ve done? . . . 

#laxus dreyar #ft #fairy tail #fairytail #laxus #laxus finds his mom y'all #i'm love him #evergreen ft #bickslow #freed justine #markarov dreyar

[neptunesfullbuster]

THE DREYAR FAMILY CURSE

characters. laxus dreyar

reader. afab!reader- assigned female at birth reader

authors note. okay so i CONSTANTLY bring up the lack of partners that are alive in the dreyar family (markarovs wife, laxus’s mom, etc.) and honesty wanted to write a one-shot about it cause i’ve thought about this conversation a million times and find it hilarious so here you are!

“Laxus?” The blonde looked up at you with a curious hum, though his neutral facial expression turned to one with concern as he saw you looking completely distressed. “What’s wrong? Something happened?” 

“Am I going to die?” 

“What?” Laxus looked at you baffled and confused; he was going to question if you were joking or not, but you seemed dead serious. He stood from the armchair and walked over to you, “Where is this coming from?” 

“You see, there’s a recurring theme in your family of whoever marries into it ends up dead after having a child.” You looked like you were on the verge of tears, but Laxus found it hard to hide his amused expression, which seemed to make you more upset. 

“This is no laughing matter Laxus! Am I next?” You paused,” If we do the Devil’s tango, and I get pregnant and pop out a baby or two like a fucking toaster, does that mean I have a maximum of five years left to live?” You moved away from him towards the kitchen, going off on a rant. 

“Y/n-”

“Where’s all the woman in your family too-” 

“Y/n.” “I have so much I wanna do and still have to witness, like that bet with Gajeel on when Gray’s gonna get a partner, but it’s Gray we’re talking about, so that won’t ever happen-” 

“Y/n.” Laxus finally managed to cut you off, gently grasping your hands to get your full attention. 

“My future killer,” you mumbled. He gave you an unimpressed look.

“You aren’t going to die dating me.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive.” Laxus still wore an amused expression at the situation, which caused a small smile to creep on your face. 

“Okay, but if I die, make sure Gajeel doesn’t win that bet. Just so you know, I will haunt you for all of eternity, scaring away any potential love interests. So don’t get any ideas.”

Laxus chuckled, “I think I can live with that.” 

#sarah writes. #fairy tail #fairy tail imagine #fairy tail imagines #fairy tail x reader #fairy tail fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction #laxus dreyar fanfic #laxus dreyar fairy tail #laxus dreyar imagines #laxus dreyar fanfiction #laxus dreyar imagine #laxus dreyar x reader

[cutepatzie]

#Zeref Dragneel #zeref #Makarov Dreyar #markarov #Fairy Tail #Fairy Tail manga #Fairy Tail anime #hiro mashima #fangirls #fangirl #fan girls #fan firl #fandom war #fandom #anime anime anime #anime and manga #anime manga #manga anime #manga and anime #anime #manga

[starrynightdaisy]

A helping hands light

pairing: laxus dreyar x reader

warnings: none besides fluff

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Removing your glasses your tiredly rest your forehead in your hand and let out a sigh. This was way too much for one person and you will never be done until the morning. And well... it maybe wasn’t so smart after all that u send levy home all those hours ago bc „it isn’t that much I will be able to handle the last books myself levy don’t worry.“ yeah what a fool you were. Fixing your hair to have it out of the way, you stand up and walk around a bit, cup in one hand and glasses on your nose, reading the next book and searching for the wanted information. The information needed: all strong wizards fairy tail had through all the years and the level of destruction they caused.

This was definitely a punishment.

A sudden flash of yellow light catches your attention. Narrowing your eyes, you slowly advance towards the window and open it. Markarovs Office gives you the perfect view of the front porch of the guildhall but to your surprise, you can’t see anything. The cold air softly brushes your face and sends a light shiver down your spine.

‚mh am I imagining things due to lack of sleep?‘ you thought. Leaning a little bit forward you still can’t spot anything. Weird... and no Storm either...

„Maybe you should get some sleep you know.“

Flinching real hard you turn around so fast, it leaves you dizzy for a second which results in you grabbing the windowsill for support. With a loud slam the book lands on the floor, falling out of your grip. With a heart beating way too fast you can’t help but stare at the culprit. Leaning ever so relaxed against the doorframe is Laxus, wearing one of his signature smirks on his face and with eyes full of amusement. „Did I scare you?“ came the amused question and u can’t help but stare. How did u not think of him when you saw the lightning? It was so painfully obvious and— oh yeah it’s 3 am. There is no reason for him to be here... or is there one?

Swallowing, you try to relax your heart and take a deep breath while picking up the book from the floor:“ of course you did! What else did you do would happen if you would sneak in here?! Also it’s 3 am what Are you Doing here?! Shouldn’t you be asleep?“ you glare at him. How can he still be awake? What an idiot. Snorting he moves to close the offices‘ door behind him and to sit down in one of the two seats in front of the huge desk.

Crossing his arms over his chest he raises an eyebrow at you and smirks. „You do know you are the one being swallowed in paper work and still awake and working? I was simply taking a stroll through Magnolia because I couldn’t sleep.“ letting out a frustrated sigh you let yourself fall down into the chair and lean back. It’s slowly getting hard to think with all this information in your brain and the lack of sleep. The incoming headache isn’t really helping either.

You hate to say this but he’s right. Maybe you should sleep a little bit. A small nap maybe? Glancing at the clock you see you would have 5 more hours until master needs the information...

„I would love to get sleep, I really do, but I need this finished at 8 am tomorrow and look at the amount of books I still need to do! Maybe I can squeeze in a small nap...“ placing your glasses softly on the table you move towards the couch on the one side of the room but not before coming to a halt next to laxus. Letting your hand fall softly on his shoulder, you squeeze his shoulder softly while mumbling the words „thanks for checking on me“. Grumbling the words „whatever“ Laxus turns his head away and stares out of the window „just take your god forsaken nap. I will wake you up. Can’t sleep anyways.“

Not having lost the soft smile, you nod, being too tired for words and drag yourself towards the couch. The couch itself isn’t the softest you realise while sitting down, but it’s better than the floor. Removing your shoes you fully lay down and turn your face towards the couch, slowly sinking into the comfort of the cushions. You were way more tired than you thought so tired the coffee didn’t even help anymore. Closing your eyes you slowly drift off to sleep. „Goodnight Idiot“ you mumble with the last bits of wakefulness before you lose your battle against the sleep. Turning his head in your direction he lets out a sigh. He knew you would pull an all nighter. Standing up he quietly moves towards your sleeping form and removes his coat from his shoulders and lays it over you. Letting out a content sigh you snuggle further into the coat and hug the left arm of the coat to your chest. While his gaze rests on you Laxus come to a decision. Turning away from you after throwing one last glance your way he leaves your side.

And if you wake up in the morning and all the work is done and the coat is still laying on top of you, then that’s your part to think about who made the last bits of work for you.

I bet it wasn’t a certain blonde, or maybe he was it?

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