disclaimer: FAIRYTAIL characters © MASHIMA
death
and
dream
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XXI
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Everything was quiet. Mirajane feared that if she moved or even breathed a bit louder, she would trigger some kind of motion-sensor bomb that would blow everyone in the room into bits. Her eyeballs moved to the corner, glancing at the door. Laxus was on the other side, and she wanted nothing more than to have him beside her right now.
But no. She had to do this herself.
"Are you sure about this, Mira?" Makarov questioned slowly.
She nodded once.
The old man let out a heavy sigh. He turned to the pink-haired healer. "Porlyusica…"
"It is done, Makarov." The healer said firmly, "The girl has made up her mind. She's already asked for my permission, but I told her that the final decision is up to you, the guild master."
Makarov's face was unreadable. Well, not completely, but it was twisted with so much confusion, surprise, and… was that disappointment? He kept shaking his head. Whether it was to himself or her, Mirajane had no idea. So, she simply waited for him to speak.
"I…"
Mirajane kept still.
"… I can't believe you had to come to such a conclusion…" Makarov's voice was low. "And I can't believe that I…" he paused, clenching his fists, "… didn't see how much pain you were in. Mira, I—"
She stepped forward and bent down, holding onto the short old man's shoulders. "It's not your fault, master, please don't blame yourself." She smiled. "I just… lacked the capacity to control this magic. I should've listened to you when you told me that it was dangerous. I should've listened when you told me that it can consume me. I should've done more…"
"No," Makarov shook his head. "I should've been more aware," he raised his head, eyes meeting the Demon's. "I even…" Makarov scoffed with disappointment. "… Mira, do you remember, two years ago, when you and Erza were the favourites to become S-class mage?"
Mirajane tilted her head slightly. Unsure where this was going, she waited for the master to continue.
"You both made it to the end, but Erza was the one to get promoted," he explained.
She chuckled softly. "Yes. I was too angry then to go through with the ceremony. I only remember that I ran away right after you announced the results to train." Mirajane breathed out. "I guess Erza was just better."
Makarov shook his head, his expression serious. "No, no, you've mistaken, Mira," he took her hands into his own. "You were stronger. You had better decisive and critical skills. And you, ultimately, were preferable."
What? Mirajane stiffened. This… this was a surprise. Her cerulean blue eyes sparkled as they widen. "W-wh…"
"But you were also much, much more dangerous."
She kept their gaze connected, eyes glistening with wonder.
Makarov took a deep breath. "You possess magical powers unfathomable. In that three years' time alone, you became something that past mages can never even dream of. It's a gift, and you do your best to make good use of it. But what you did not know is that your gift needs absolute control—so much that it is also a curse…"
Get out!
Master's voice was getting softer. Fading away. "… if you couldn't control it, then…"
… like a memory.
Mirajane balled her fists.
Your family is cursed!
Master's voice was no longer audible.
"… a curse," Mirajane repeated.
…
Makarov froze. He felt the raw, uncontrolled power starting to surge out of the girl.
Get out!
Possessed!
Your family is CURSED!
…
This power…
Magic
Demons
… I don't want it.
…
Mirajane clenched her teeth. "I-I'm just…!"
He noticed the change, the sudden rise of dangerous magic level. Makarov knew he had to calm her down, "It's a dangerous and powerful magic. And at the hands of the wrong people, they would have used it to do unspeakable things. They would have created dark guilds, commit crimes—or worse—kill innocent people." The small old man smiled, "But you, my dear girl," he said, patting the kneeling girl's head softly, "You are a good kid. You've helped so many people with your powers, and you've fought hard to keep it under control, no matter how difficult it was."
The warmth of the master's hand on her head was the trigger to the tears that was now running down her cheeks. She looked down, hiding her face as she choked back her sobs.
"It's okay, Mira," Makarov pulled the girl in, holding onto her head. "You've worked hard, and you've done a beautiful job. It's okay to rest."
Mirajane was shaking, she wanted to cry. She really did. She wanted to let loose and cry it all out. But she couldn't. She was so tired. She… no, something in her refused to cry out.
… but I want to cry…
No. No, no, no, no.
NO. DON'T YOU DARE.
It wasn't fair. She was better. You were far better! You could be much, much more.
Take away my powers.
No.
NO.
You're dangerous. You're much, much more dangerous.
Yes.
YES.
SO?
She could be anything she wanted! A guild master? A part of the Ten Wizard Saints? YES. She could be ANYTHING. Mirajane could do ANYTHING.
Mirajane could be MORE.
Fairy Tail?
Who needs that?
Lisanna? SHE'S DEAD.
Elfman? HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU.
Lax—
…
… oh… that's weird… there's… he… who else is there…?
WHO CARES?
Yes. Yes! Who cares?!
YES. YES. YES. YES!
"… yes."
Makarov pulled back. "Mira?" He caught a glimpse of glowing red eyes, and then—
A shockwave.
The glasses of the windows in the tree house shatter; the vials, flasks of potions fall from the shelves and there was a piercing scream—no, roar—that was deafening to the ears. Both Makarov and Porlyusica had to cover their ears to the sound. Mirajane… the Demon's skin began to transform into something dark. Rough, sharp scales formed, starting from her fingertips. The veins of her neck grew thicker up to her cheeks, utterly protruding out of her flesh and it was so, so disgusting. This wasn't the aura of her usual take-over magic. No, it wasn't even Sitri. It was something much grimmer. It was pure, unadulterated dark magic, taking a form of its own. And it was using the girl's body as a host.
"Mirajane…!" Makarov called to her through the repercussions of her powers. "Shit… I didn't know it was this out of hand…!"
"Never mind that, Makarov!" Porlyusica yelled from the side. "Grab onto her before she runs into the city! This is twice as powerful as the last time she'd lost control!"
The master clucked his tongue. "Don't need you to tell me, woman…" but he couldn't react quickly enough; the Demon had spread her torn, bloodied wings and had already broken out of the house. "God damn…"
"Jiji!" Laxus burst into the room—or, what was left of it—"What's going on?!"
"It's Mira," Makarov grunted. "Shit… I should've been more careful… I can't believe something this simple could trigger—"
"Where is she?!" Laxus demanded, not bothering to sit through his grandfather's monologue.
"She's gone that way," he pointed out to a broken window, "But Laxus, you can't—"
A bolt of thunder, and the young lightning mage was gone.
"Damned kid…" Makarov cursed. He clenched his fists, so hard that he could feel his blunt nails drawing blood in his own skin. "Porlyusica… prepare the seal. As soon as I retrieve her, we are going through with the procedure."
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Strangely, the Demon wasn't travelling at an extraordinary speed. She had wings but wasn't flying, and was simply dashing through the woods. Laxus would be thankful, but he could see how much blood the girl was losing from the cracks of her back where her wings sprouted. It was streaming down in dangerous amounts, and Laxus only knew that if he didn't stop her soon, she would die of blood loss.
"Mirajane!" he called, "Stop!" Laxus summoned a bolt of lightning down into her path, knocking down several trees to block her. He landed right in front of the girl, green eyes brimming with nothing but concern. If he thought it was bad before, then he didn't know what was coming; the magic in the air was suffocating. It was like breathing in toxic deadly to even the strongest of wizards. He could feel the blood in his veins clogging up, or freezing, or draining—he didn't know. Laxus was choking on his own breath, "M-Mira… you have… you have t-to…"
It was getting so warm the snow melted. Trees, grass, flowers, life surrounding them were dying. Literally disintegrating into ashes.
Laxus walked forward, dragging his weary feet with all his strength—
"LAXUS!" A familiar voice bellowed—"DON'T GO ANY FURTHER!"
He turned to the sound behind him, "Jiji…" but then turned back around to face the girl.
As if he was going to listen… "Stupid kid…!" Makarov growled. He clapped his hands together, drawing it apart immediately after to summon a bright, golden light between his palms.
Laxus paused to turn around. The light was so blinding, there was a pillar of it forming from the sky, down to his grandfather. Then, it came to him. Laxus widened his eyes. "Jiji…! Don't! Don't do it!"
"Be quiet! If I don't stop her now, she'll—"
"NO!" Laxus screamed. He ignored the pain—as he always had—and ran towards the Demon. He threw his arms around her and held her tightly. "Don't you dare! Jiji, don't! Please, I-I'll do anything!"
He was begging. It broke his heart to hear his grandson beg. Laxus Dreyar never, ever begged. But it hurt even more to hear his voice become so weak. Even so, Makarov was set on his decision. "What you're doing right now won't stop me, Laxus, you know that! Let go of her! You're hurting yourself!"
"I don't care!" Laxus coughed, "D-don't… hurt her!" he glanced at Mirajane. She was standing straight, eyes glowing red and dark scales developing further throughout her body, and there was no life in her—he could see that clearly. "Please…" he spoke, now to Mirajane, "… come back. Come back so he won't hurt you, Mira."
Makarov shook his head. If the kid wouldn't listen, then he would only have to speed things up. He was running out of options. Nothing could contain dark magic on such a devastating scale. But truth be told, if he had to be honest, he didn't even know if this was going to work. Fairy Law had always been the last resort, and hurting the girl was the last thing he wanted. But at this rate, if he didn't come up with something soon, he was going to lose his grandson. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Laxus didn't give up. He held onto her tighter, despite feeling the familiar burn in his hands. He could feel his old wounds reopening. "Come back to me, Mira."
…
… oh… that's strange… there's… he's… who else is there…?
A flash of the man's face. A lightning bolt-shaped scar running down his right eye, his wild, golden mane, his beautiful emerald eyes…
"… xus… Lax…"
He widened his eyes. "Mira—!" Laxus spun around, "Jiji—"
Makarov's eyes glowed in a warm, golden light. The skies radiated with the same light, and it came pouring down in a large pillar. It was almost heavenly.
The light was warm, comfortable, soothing. Laxus' body was aching all over, but when that light washed over him, he felt nothing but peace. With his vision blurred, Laxus used the last of his energy to hold onto the girl. The veins and scales receded; her usual, beautiful complexion returned and Laxus broke into a weak smile.
The temperature returned to normal and snow continued to fall lightly around them as the golden lights glittered with everything they touched. It was almost like it was snowing light.
It was beautiful.
"Wake up, Mira," Laxus whispered.
But the girl was unconscious. She wasn't breathing.
"Wake up," his voice shook as he tried his best to smile. "You have to see this."
Mirajane lied there in his arms, lifeless.
Laxus rested his forehead against hers, "Come back to me." And then he closed his eyes, collapsing with her onto the ground.
…
Behind the couple, Makarov let the magic disperse. He basked in the light, allowing it to shower him momentarily before stepping forward to the two. He could see—his grandson's wounds were already healing, so he was going to be fine. Mirajane, in his arms, was in a much worse condition. It wasn't the wounds—no, she had none—Makarov could feel the life escaping her. A huge chunk of the dark magic he had exterminated had latched itself onto Mirajane's soul.
That was one hell of a gamble.
When all was calm, Makarov ran up to the unconscious couple. His grandson he was certain was going to be okay, but when he laid eyes on the girl, he felt something heavy tugging at his heart.
"Mira…"
Makarov knelt down by her side, placing a cautious hand over her forehead. Cold. She was ice cold. Her skin was pale—almost green—and she wasn't breathing. The master bared his teeth.
"Mira," he tried again. "Come back," he glanced at his grandson, lying next to her briefly, "… come back to him."
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Wake up.
"Quick! Put her in the centre of the seal—"
I…
"… and him in the infirmary…"
I can't die yet.
"… came in contact with her when she was—"
I promise I'd take care of my siblings.
"… need more help in here…"
I promised him… that I'd…
"… wounds… reopening… she's—"
I can't die.
"—losing blood—"
Wake up, Mira.
Mira.
"Mira?"
"…"
Erza swallowed. She leaned in, placing a hand on the girl's. "Mira?"
"Hm, yes?" She snapped to her senses, sitting straight up.
The redhead heaved a sigh. "Were you even listening to me?"
Mirajane feigned a smile. She had been doing that for a while, now. "Yeah, of course."
Erza sighed yet again. "Right," she placed her drink back onto the counter and turned to watch the guild members in the hall tend to their own businesses. Most of them were out—considering how they wanted to get out of town before the snowstorm hit. Whoever remained were mostly the rookies and the lazy ones. "So," Erza began again, trying to make conversation, "When's Elfman coming back?"
The platinum-haired girl avoided the re-quip mage's eyes. "Who knows?"
"You're not concerned?"
"Well," Mirajane's voice was soft, "The Raijinshuu said that they can take care of him, a-and I trust them, so…"
Catching onto the girl's stutter was the biggest hint that she was nowhere near not worried. But Erza didn't want to point that out. "I see."
"Yeah," she said, her voice now barely audible.
"Then," Erza picked up her drink again, "What about Laxus? Where did he go?"
"He's supposed to be back tonight." This time, she answered clearly, without the stutter.
Breaking into a small smile, Erza saw that Mirajane at least had the lightning mage as a support left. It was tragic; the girl couldn't lean onto herself anymore. She couldn't (wouldn't) bear to burden her brother. But with Laxus, Mirajane was clearly the most comfortable. "So?"
Mirajane glanced upwards.
Erza leaned in, lowering her voice, "When are you two going to make your relationship public?"
Mirajane chuckled lightly. "When the time comes, I suppose. We're kind of comfortable right now, without the spotlight on us and everything. God knows how much gossip and speculation there would be if others knew about us—especially from Cana and Levy."
"Huh. I see."
"So thanks for not being a big-mouth, Erza," Mirajane said with a smile. "I really appreciate it."
Erza shrugged casually. "What, did you expect me to spread the news like wildfire?"
"Well, yeah," Mirajane rolled her eyes, "Considering how much you hate me."
The two stared, and then broke into a fit of giggles at the same time. When they stopped, Erza was the one to speak up first. "I just figured that Laxus is the type to enjoy the attention. I mean it's kind of a big deal to be dating you. You are the Demon."
Mirajane gave her a small smile. "Were."
Erza paused.
And Mirajane simply looked down.
A moment, and then the re-quip mage reached over to hold onto her friend's hand again. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I know about that thing." When she caught Mirajane's attention again, Erza went on, "Where master actually wanted to promote you to S-class before me."
She retained her weak smile, not wanting to drop it, because she knew that if she did, Erza would get even more concerned. Mirajane could go on to mope about how devastated she was to have become who she was today, but she didn't want to sound too much of a downer. Erza had been more than enough of a moral support for her, so what kind of person would she be if she were to burden her even more? "Oh, yeah?" Mirajane decided to play cocky. It was always reassuring when she did that. "Did he also tell you how I had better decisive and critical skills?"
Erza smirked. "Now you're just making stuff up."
Mirajane smiled smugly.
There was a sudden change in atmosphere. The other members in the guild did not notice, but the two S-class mages did. Erza looked to the front gate of the guildhall. "Look who decided to show up,"
The gate opened, and a strong gust of winter breeze blew into the warm hall. The lit torches blew in a single direction as they threaten to go out, and several members had to wrap their collars higher to keep warm. Mirajane didn't pay heed to any of these minor things, however, as she was focused on the person who entered.
Said person sat down next to Erza and removed the hood of his black coat, his golden blonde hair bouncing to its original style. "Give me any hard liquor on the rocks, fast," he said as he brushed the snow off his shoulders.
"Hello to you too, Laxus," Erza said with intended rudeness.
"Oh, Titania," the lightning mage said without looking at the redhead. "Didn't see you there."
"Now, now, Laxus, be nice." She grabbed a bottle of whiskey from under the counter and scooped up a ball of ice, pouring both into a small glass cup before sliding it over to him.
The two girls then watched as he downed the drink in one gulp.
Laxus let the strong sensation of the burn linger in his throat for a second before speaking up. "What, you two want some? Pour yourself a glass."
Erza rolled her eyes. "Yeah, no." She stood up and took a moment to stretch her body. She'd been sitting for a long time, after all. "The last time I watched people drink alcohol, I…" she paused, turning to glance at Mirajane, and then her brown eyes darted to look at Laxus.
The lightning mage held back a smirk. He fought to keep his face straight.
"… er, never mind. I-I'll, um. Just."
Weird. Erza's stutter was back. She only did that when it came to sensitive topics. Mirajane tilted her head in confusion. "Hey, you okay?"
"Y-y-yes, of course! I just… suddenly feel really tired. Yawn! Y'know?" She let out a yawn, and it was fake as hell. "Anyway, I'm going to head home. Good night, you two." Then she paced herself out of the guildhall.
Mirajane raised a questioning brow. "It's only five in the afternoon…"
"Which means you're off," Laxus said. "Come on, let's go."
The girl arched her lips upwards. "You could've waited for me at home. I knew you would be back today. Seems like you really want to see me."
"Hn," Laxus smirked. He leaned in, close enough so that only the girl could hear him, "… I want to do more than to just see you, Mira."
She gasped in response, backing away in a flash as if she'd heard something inappropriate (which, in a way, she did), and tried her hardest to hide the blush forming on her cheeks. Mirajane snatched the empty glass from Laxus and headed for the sink, rinsing it in an angry, aggressive-like manner (at least, enough for Laxus to see) before wiping her hands dry.
"So are we leaving or not?" She asked, in a forced-nonchalant way.
And Laxus could only smirk wider. "Whenever you're ready, princess."
"Shut up." Mirajane huffed. "I'm going to get my coat and then we can go."
He chuckled as she stomped off into the backroom, where a 'bartender only' sign hung high. And when the door closed, he waited for a moment before letting his smile vanish. Laxus moved a hand up to his heart and clenched onto his shirt there. He was fine. He was completely fine. It didn't hurt anymore. The procedure went through successfully and it had been a month now.
Everything was going to be okay.
Laxus clenched onto his shirt tighter and smiled.
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"You cold?"
Mirajane shook her head. "Just a bit."
"… I don't feel the cold anymore."
Laxus breathed out. A puff of smoke came out of his mouth as he did and he removed his signature black coat. As usual, it dragged on the ground when he draped it around the smaller girl as she was much too short for it.
"Laxus, put it back on, you're going to catch a cold." Mirajane tried to push his coat off.
But Laxus held tightly onto her shoulders. "What do you take me for, assuming that I'd catch colds that easily?" he asked in a haughty tone.
"Hmm," Mirajane tapped a finger under her lip, pretending to think.
Her round eyes gleamed under the setting sun and the orange lightning made her look heavenly. Laxus knew the scenery of the sunset behind him was breathtaking, but he just could not take his eyes off the platinum-haired girl right now. He took the small moment to wrap his coat tightly around the girl's small frame, buttoning it up at her chest so that it'd stay snugly in place.
"Laxus."
He darted his eyes up to meet hers.
Mirajane looked intently at him, unspoken words pouring through her gaze alone. She was asking him so many things, reassuring him with just as many, but it was all so soothing. The questions weren't rushed or forced; it didn't even seem like Mirajane wanted them answer. There was just this… implicit concern that came out of her cerulean eyes. Laxus would have said something, had she not reached up to touch his face first.
"I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
He blinked. For a second, he forgot how to breathe.
Mirajane grinned.
A rush of heat burst up to his cheeks. "W-what… what are you talking about?"
"You asked me, what I take you for," she explained. "And I'm just answering honestly."
The first thing Laxus could process was that Mirajane's hands were warm. Very unlike how they were a month ago. When he held her hand then—when he held her body then, she was ice-cold. But right now, she was warm.
So he returned the smile with one of his own. He reached for her hands on his cheeks and gathered them to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently before leaning down to peck her forehead.
Mirajane blushed to his actions.
He brought her closer to him, letting her rest her head in his chest and he rested his chin on the crown of her head. He breathed in her sweet scent, letting it overwhelm his senses and he closed his eyes.
Mirajane relaxed. She very much enjoyed how gentle he was being, and she pressed herself closer to his body. She turned her head slightly so that her ears were right next to his heart.
It was strong, steady—like usual.
Everything was going to be okay.
She smiled to herself at the thought.
Around them, the snow fell thicker.
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He knew this already. It had always drove him to the edge of his sanity, because it was just that incredible, but he had to note—she always, always moaned his name like a mantra—like she worshipped him, like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
And Laxus couldn't help but to moan alongside her, his breath fanning her ear as he followed her rhythm. Slowly, deeply, but gently. He rotated his hips in circles, thrust his body so close there would be no gaps present, and that his hard chest would only meet the softness of her breasts. He guided her slender legs around his torso, letting them lock at her ankles at the small of his back as he continued to move with her. He made it so his shaft would brush along her clit with each thrust, each movement. Laxus made it his priority that Mirajane would feel good.
That was why Mirajane would be at his mercy. Not because she wanted to, but because Laxus made her want to. The way he grinds against the area above her opening… the way he hits that spot every time he thrusts in… Mirajane was mere putty in his arms. That hot, fluttering sensation inside her pelvis would build slowly—torturously—and this was how Mirajane learned that she liked build-ups. She reached for the blonde's face; her palms framed his cheekbones when he pulled back and the two simply stared and lost themselves in the colours of each other's eyes.
The thin sheen of sweat coating their bodies did little to cool them down, and despite the fact that the heater in the house was turned to low, they both felt so, so hot.
"You alright?" Laxus asked, warm breath puffed over Mirajane's lips.
She bit her lips, nodding to answer, "Y-ye—aah…!"
He wheezed out a laugh. The sudden high pitch moan sent a tingle down his spine, and he unconsciously rolled his hips in a bit harder.
"Oh," Mirajane croaked, eyes shutting by reflex. "H-hurry."
Laxus smirked. "Getting impatient now, are we?"
She pouted, glaring at him with eyes that were trying so hard to be angry but they were dilated and oh-so-turned-on. It was simply cute. Over the course of their relationship, Laxus admittedly had seen many sides of her. During sex, however, he had to say that he had yet to see the infinitely many more sides. Like, the way she rolled her head back, the way she buried her face in the pillow, the way she gripped onto the sheets, or even the way her body arches as she comes undone. Every single time, it was different. Every single time, Mirajane showed a new, sexy side that made Laxus realize just how special she was, just how much—
"… You're an idiot, kid."
It hurt to move, but he managed to turn his head to the other side, facing the wall.
"You could've died."
Laxus didn't want to speak, but he did. "Wouldn't matter,"
—if it saved her.
"Mmm…" Mirajane breathed.
Laxus kissed a trail down the girl's throat to her chest, tongue darting out to brush along smooth skin every now and then, "Have I ever told you how hot you are?"
Mirajane shuddered, staring up at the lightning mage's orbs of emerald. The two gazed at each other with hunger swirling in their eyes, but underneath all of that was a layer of inevitable nervousness—particularly on her part. "Please," she rolled her eyes, trying to play cool. "I-I don't need your flattery."
"Really? So you finally admit that you're good looking?" he drew back, pulling out and the loss of contact between Mirajane's legs made her whine. Oh, how he wanted to thrust back in. But he stayed focused, continuing his path down, darting his tongue out to swirl around a pert nipple. "Then do you remember that time when we tried to get into the council ball, and that Rune Knight just stared?"
She fought back a moan, biting onto her lower lip as Laxus sucked, his hand toying with her other lonesome breast. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Laxus chuckled. "Of course," he started moving again, dragging his tongue lower down. He followed the faint line on her abdomen, pausing to dip into her navel, eliciting a sharp squeal from her throat.
Mirajane knew where this was going. She hated and loved it when he did this. She hated it because when he did it, she would have no control over her body. She would buck to his touch, writhe her body, her voice would run wild, and she would feel her body melt. But then that was also precisely why she loved it when he did this. A very contradicting and confusing explanation, but Mirajane really had no other way to describe it. Just like how she had no explanation as to why she was holding onto his head, her hips rocking without her consent to it as he hovered over her opening. His hot breath brushing over her folds, Mirajane could practically see him salivate.
Then he smirked.
And her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he licked along the length of her sex.
"Oh—oh god…!" Mirajane tried. She really did. She tried to relax—but the sensation of that squirming, hot, flexible muscle brushing at that hypersensitive area, where it then swirled and flicked and Laxus leaned into suck—"Hnn! Laxus!"—it was too much. Too much. So much she couldn't form the words to tell him. So much she could feel her body starting to lose control, with her legs wrapping around his shoulders and her hands somehow had taken a life of their own, where a hand reached down to spread herself, and the other pulling his head close, fully accommodating the lightning mage.
And Laxus gladly accommodated. He nibbled at her engorged bud and the mere contact arched the girl's back into a bow; the mild strength he used sent her screaming.
"God!" Mirajane threw her head to the side of the pillow, both hands now raking through the blonde's hair. She arched her back higher, hips rising to meet his every thrust, unlocking her ankles so that she could spread her legs wide. "Laxus, I-I'm so close—" Mirajane panted with uneven breaths, "L-Laxus—"
"Laxus…" was the first thing she said when she regained consciousness.
"Stay down, child." Porlyusica's voice.
It took a minute to realize what position she was in. She wasn't lying on her back; Mirajane knew because she was having trouble breathing and her neck hurt. Like she had been in this position for a while. She was lying on her stomach.
"You suffered from other injuries as well, but the wings sprouting from your back took the toll out of you. At least for your blood loss."
She opened her mouth, about to ask—
"They grew from the bones of your scapula, ripping out of your flesh."
"…"
"You still feel the pain, yes?"
Mirajane hesitated, but nodded nonetheless.
"I've given you a potion that regenerates vertebrae. It will take some time, so it will hurt for a while. That's why for now, just stay still."
… oh. She'd done something wrong again. Or, something bad had happened again.
Why does it keep happening?
Sigh.
Please tell me.
"… please." Mirajane's head spun. She bit her lip harder, closed her eyes, and pushed against the lightning mage's tongue, all the while muttering, "Laxus, faster. More, please."
The words—spilling with sensuality—made his length ache in pain. Actually, he already was in pain from just not being inside her. But his nose was buried between her legs and pleasure shuddered through him at the mere sight of flushed cheeks and draped eyelids. She was so hot, so hot. He groaned and nudged her legs further apart, tongue sliding lower to slip past slick folds and then it delved into Mirajane's core. A blinding, white-hot current drilled through the girl. She cried and bucked her hips up violently. Laxus grabbed her waist with one hand, keeping her steady as the blazing sensations shot through her body. His other hand pushed down onto her pelvic bone, his thumb smoothly finding its way to her clit where then it pressed—
"Ohh—!" Her scream was cut off abruptly. Mirajane didn't know what to do, what to think; she'd lost her mind—her legs jolted in violent spasms and she felt as though her back would break if she arched her body any higher and—fuck—Laxus' tongue was still inside—"Oh, oh, oh god, Laxus please please please—" she felt the warm muscle curve, curve, curve in her and she was coming and she needed to hold onto something and what was she even begging for?
It wasn't just her, Laxus was just about to burst as well. He flipped her over with ease and his length throbbed with life. The girl was clearly too worn out to prop herself up, so this position would do, Laxus figured. The two, brownish-red scars running along her shoulder blades were haunting, utterly screaming for attention with how dangerous they looked. But Laxus was unfazed by it.
She's okay. She's okay now.
He bent over, planting small kisses on the scars before pressing his body on top of hers as he supported himself with his elbows. "It's going to be okay," he breathed, pressing his hot and stiff head at her entrance.
"Ah…!"
Her cries elevated into a loud groan as Laxus barely slipped in.
So hot.
That was the first thing that came to mind. That was the first thing that Mirajane felt. An incredible, fiery heat, followed by the wonderful sensation of being filled. Laxus' swollen length slid in completely, buried at the hilt. Mirajane felt a billion things spark at the same time. A white-hot explosion warming her very core. She hid her face into the pillow, screaming everything and nothing into it at once, her fingers gripping onto the sheets with so much strength they rip apart. A voice inside jokingly suggested that nowadays, most of her pay was used for new bed sheets.
Which. She couldn't really deny.
"Unn… Laxus… Laxus y-you're—!"
Her eyes flutter against the pillow as a hot supernova exploded in her abdomen. Mirajane's folds stretch around Laxus, the juices of her core and her earlier orgasm granting easier access for him. Laxus grunted and drew back just halfway, the motion making her gasp uncontrollably and she could oh god she could feel the veins of his shaft brushing at her inner walls and Mirajane could only tremble to the slow friction.
"What do you need?" Laxus asked, grinding his voice to mask the desperation oozing out of every inch of his body.
"F-faster," Mirajane squeaked immediately. She turned to rest the side of her head on the pillow so that she could speak more clearly, "I n-need… you… faster…"
His heart swelled. Laxus smiled as he brushed her long, silky hair away from her face so that he could see her smiling back, her brilliant blue eyes gleaming like crystals. He bent to take hold of both her hands, cupping them from the back and his hips started moving, speed increasing with each thrust. "Oh fuck…" he cursed, groaning above.
The soft smack of skin against skin sounded at each impact, making Mirajane's heart race until she could hear it pounding against her ribcage. White dots begin to dance behind closed eyes, the throbbing desire between her legs intensified and she was going to burst. She could reach the peak, right then and there, but Laxus pulled out, completely, abruptly—Mirajane whined to the loss of friction, but—
"Oh! Oh god—ohh!"
Laxus slammed himself back in. He pulled out, slammed back in. Again. Again. Again.
Mirajane couldn't believe how vulgar she sounded. She really, really usually wasn't like this at all. She was soft-spoken, passive, all in all fairly quiet during sex. What was he doing to her? "L-Laxus…! You're… gon… I'm—!" What did she even want to say?
Laxus was growling like an animal, his pace wild and fast. He was there. He was so high up in the clouds he could see the light. Laxus quivered, shutting his eyes and diving down to hide in the back of Mirajane's head as he roared something akin to a curse word.
He was coming. His seed was shooting into her but he was still thrusting with so much force. His orgasm was getting him out of rhythm, his hips bucking awkwardly at odd angles and—
"Laxus!" Mirajane screamed. The tip of his cock grinded against a certain high-strung nerve inside of her and oh fuck—"I…! I'm c-co… ming… hnn—ohh!"
"Shit. Shit. Shit." Yet another wave washed over him and he released again, shooting deep into her womb.
Mirajane could feel it. It was an odd sensation, being filled with so much that she couldn't hold anymore. It leaked out in small amounts, but when Laxus pulled out of her, she felt the fluids gush out. That and her own orgasm sent a strange, comfortable tingle down her spine. She couldn't delve too long on it, however, as she was soon flipped onto her back again. Laxus easily pulled her up, letting her rest on his chest—her favourite position—because she was content like this.
Laxus took a moment to look at her. She was all sexed out, completely sated and, like himself, she probably no longer wanted to go out for dinner anymore. Well, guess that meant their evening plans were ruined. So much for wanting to change into fancier clothes.
But, oh well, this was fine. He stroked through her soft, perfect hair, smiling. This was fine.
"Are… are you fine with this, Laxus?"
He stood there, wordless.
"As I am right now," she said without looking up. "I'm… I'm no longer… me."
He clenched his fists.
Her voice was small, "I-I can no longer f-fight and I… I can't protect you if you're in trouble. I-if Ivan comes back, I can't—" tears ran down her cheeks. Mirajane covered her face, futilely trying to hide them. "P-please don't hate me…"
Laxus was shaking.
"I-I just want you to be happy…"
He didn't want to hear anymore. He didn't need anymore. Laxus pulled her in, wrapping her tightly in his warm embrace.
…
"I am."
She gasped.
"… Mira,"
"Hmm?"
He kept his eyes on the dim ceiling light. "Go on a mission with me."
There was a pause. It was almost like time froze. "What…?" Mirajane breathed, pulling back.
"I picked up a mission. Come do it with me."
She eyed him questionably, like he was playing some sort of practical joke. But she didn't voice that out. Instead, she just kept still.
Laxus sighed. He ran the back of two fingers down the girl's smooth cheek, feeling the softness of her perfect baby skin. "I'll take care of you."
But her expression was unwavering. "Laxus, I can't—"
"It's not S-class. We just have to go to a town and look for survivors. Something about a fallout caused by an aftermath of some powerful magic. Or it's just cleaning up an aftermath of a raid. I don't know. Didn't read into it."
Mirajane raised a brow. "Then… why did you pick it up?"
He shrugged. "Wanted to do a mission with you. It was fun the first time, right?"
"Only because there was a ball involved."
"Ah," Laxus' expression turned smug. "So you admit that you had fun there,"
Her shoulders drooped. She frowned at the lightning mage, giving him a really? look.
"Hey, who knows? There might be another ball or party or whatever being hosted nearby. We can just crash it."
Mirajane rested her head snugly against his chest. In all honesty, she didn't have the strength to argue, but she still didn't see how or why he'd want her to go on a mission with him. "Mm. I… I don't mind going with you, but…" she swallowed. "But Elfman—"
"Is with the Raijinshuu. My people. If you don't trust them, you can trust me," he explained sternly. "They will take care of him. And even if they don't,"
She raised her head, all of a sudden concerned.
"… Elfman is your brother. He's stronger than he looks." Laxus smiled. "So stop worrying."
Mirajane stared. Cerulean and emerald, clashing for, perhaps, the hundredth time of the day. But it would always be that spectacular. She breathed out, body finally relaxing. "Alright, fine…"
A corner of his lips arched.
"But I'm not going to do any fighting," she mumbled. "I'll just… really clean up and… stuff."
Laxus nodded. "Anything," he propped himself up to kiss her lips, "As long as you come with me."
.
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a/n: Too cheesy? I freaking agree. Don't worry, they'll break up soon (ha-ha). Okay, yes, well, I'm just establishing how comfortable they are with each other despite what's happened. We all know it doesn't last. More importantly: Holy crap! Can't believe I'd reach 500 reviews! You're all crazy (in a good way)! Please keep on showering me with your motivation! :D
Okay, serious note. I'm about to commit a very big crime.
NO I'm not going to quit writing you sillies. Like I said, in the next arc, I'm going to introduce a certain character, but I'm about to change her age in order to develop Laxus/Mira's relationship. I know it'll irritate some people—how I'm not sticking to the canon (because it certainly irritates me. But I seriously did not think this through earlier in planning. I had no idea that character would be so much older considering the year this fic is set in. BUT I HAVE TO DO IT for the sake our favourite couple!). Anyway, just a head's up. The character in the canon would be 14-15 at this time (X782), but I am reducing her age to 10. Hope you guys don't mind. If you do, then… well… if I updated faster, would that bother you less? :(
Cookies to those who can already guess who the character's going to be. Here's a hint: she's a she and she's kinda too badass for her guild.