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Author's note: I love Fraxus too much...so I'm going to post my short Drabbles for them here...and I will try and warn at each Drabble what to expect. Unless otherwise stated each is an independent story...and not only do favorites make my day...I love to know WHAT you love about these...so reviews are nice, too. They don't have to be some long-winded thing...:D

Making Freed His

This wasn't what he was used to…not at all and he felt really stupid. How did ANYONE do this? "Are you looking for something specific?" a voice asks almost making the blond jump. Honestly, he had no idea why this was such an issue.

"I…Uh…" Wow, he sounded like an idiot at this point and it wasn't like him so he pauses a moment before starting again, "There's…someone special and I want to ask him out and…"

The flower shop owner's mouth curves into a smile full of amusement and understanding. "Not an insurmountable issue there, young man. He's special to you then?"

Laxus smiles at that. "Oh…you have no idea just HOW special to me he is."

She can't help chuckling. "Oh, that smile tells me a great deal about the young man in question."

Somehow that wasn't too surprising since Freed brought out a lot in him that no one else did. "He's…my light, my anchor and has done more than I can EVER hope to repay."

"Love grants us the will and determination to see even the bleakest of times through for those we call our own," she murmurs.

The words were true enough. "So…can I get these delivered to the Guild Hall of Fairy Tail?"

"Of course," she says with a grin, "and to whom are they going?"

"Freed Justine," he answers. After a few more questions, the order is placed and Laxus leaves feeling the onset of nerves hitting him but there was no going back at this point…and that was something that he needed; no way to back out of this. Hopefully, the next day didn't go too embarrassingly.

Another day and another fight breaks out making Freed roll his eyes as he works on the mess in front of him. Honestly why no one in this guild could balance their own accounts was beyond him…but at least he got paid for his services. Sighing and snorting, he had to wonder how anyone actually paid their bills.

He's given a reprieve by the arrival of mail…and subsequently this stunning bouquet. Having a knowledge of flowers and their messages, he smiles realizing that someone was being asked to date another. 'How utterly romantic,' he thinks, 'I wonder who it could be.' "I'm…looking for Freed Justine," the carrier says quietly.

Freed stills. HIM?! What…in the…Slowly, he rises and walks to him. "I'm Freed," he replies a little confused as to why ANYONE would send something like THIS to HIM of all people.

"These are for you. Umm…have a good day, sir."

He takes the basket and watches the poor flustered male make a beeline OUT of the Guild Hall. He didn't really blame him, they were a rowdy bunch. Which of course means EVERYONE goes completely silent staring at him. "What?"

"Who's it FROM?!" comes the impatient demand.

Freed rolls his eyes. Typical that they wanted to know so badly though…in hindsight, he was damn curious himself and pulls out the card. 'Freed Justine, this bouquet before you was assembled at the request of one who wishes you to know that at the end of all things; you are their light, their anchor, their hope and that it has taken them far too long to realize just how special and precious you are to them. It symbolizes their want to make their world revolve around you with your consent and to embark on a journey that is written by the both of you.' Freed finds the words the most poetically touching thing ever…and then notes the message beneath and his breath catches. 'You and I…have been through a lot over the years, Freed, and I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to see you for who you are and who you could be in MY life. Will you grant me the chance to make it up to you? Do I still have the time to make you mine?' There was NO mistaking the handwriting as he'd seen it for years.

"Freed, are you okay? You're crying."

The question makes him reach up and realize that there were tears spilling. He smiles and wipes them away. "I'm fine," he answers, "Sorry…just…a little emotional."

"So?" comes the impatient demand from his guild mates.

He gently puts the card back into the basket. "The answer is yes…" he replies quietly, "The answer as long as I live and breathe will ALWAYS be 'yes'. I can't help it. It's how I feel. How I think I will ALWAYS feel."

Before anyone can demand an explanation, Freed hears, "That's a relief to know."

He looks up at Laxus who'd slowly moved from the corner table to him. "You…"

Laxus merely steps close and tilts his chin up before kissing him softly, sweetly. It makes Freed nearly melt as he slides his arms up around his neck. It makes Laxus slide his arms around him holding him close deepening it pressing his tongue in to taste and claim when Freed parts his lips.

When the kiss is broken both are flushed and Freed wonders if the other realizes he'd just done this in the middle of the Guild Hall. "L-Laxus…"

He smiles and gently brushes his fingers along the side of his face. "It's taken me way too damn long to figure this out, you realize…and you are far too willing to forgive."

"I…I just…" Freed bites his lip before whispering, "I love you, Laxus. That is never going to change."

"And you have no idea what a relief that is to hear."

Freed smiles. "Better late than never." Laxus just pulls him tightly to him ignoring the fact that they were in the middle of the damn guild hall and that everyone was staring. All that he cared about was the slender, lovely, amazing man in his arms that he wanted, and needed to be HIS completely. And who would be, fate willing.