Happy Miraxus Day 2021 ! I just want to give a little credit to Freyjabee who gave me that idea in one of her fics (she probably doesn't even remember).
The whole thing had been a very bad idea.
She'd known it from the start. From the very moment he came to her with his ridiculous scheme in mind. It was just so stupid, so childish. She never expected that kind of verve from him. The whole thing felt so immature, and from the girl eating her rival's cake on a weekly basis, that was saying something.
She didn't know how he heard about the stash. He refused to tell. All she had to know was that no one could trace the information back to him. It was the perfect plan, if she agreed to help him out.
She asked why he came to her, didn't he have a whole new team worshipping the ground he passed on now ? Surely, they would love to participate in his ridiculous little scheme, if only he bothered to ask them. He had snorted. Apparently, those weren't the kind of activities they were good for.
Not as good as her, at least.
It was her time to snort. Her dark blue eyes piercing through his green almost yellow ones with all the detachment she could gather, if only he stopped smirking this way so she could finally stop her stomach from swirling in her gut.
"Buttering me up won't work." She almost cut him off when he finished those words, but he only smirked even wider.
It was just so stupid. She couldn't believe she was even willing to consider the offer, as if she hadn't much more important things on her plate right now. She only sighed in contemplation, enjoying the almost anxious glare he was giving her, taking a large sip of her beer, just to make him wait a little more, hanging over the sixteen-year-old's mouth.
"What ?" He grinned even more, taking too a long puff off his cigarette. "Don't tell me you're afraid of getting punished by the old man."
She rolled her eyes. Not liking the way her blood uncontrollably boiled at his phrase. But she kept a straight face, just to keep him at bay a slighlty little bit more.
"I'm not falling for that, Dreyar." She mischievously smirked that time, ignoring the strong arm resting against the wall above her shoulder, trapping her too against it, and the distracting smell of his cologne that he would never dare change, when he got even closer to her face, almost breathing out his tabacco over her, god did she hate that smell, that she couldn't help but to breathe in, as both were confident that no one could see them, or hear, away from the ramble happening on the ground floor.
"What do you want, then, little demon ?" He breathed out, almost whispering in her ear, but she ignored that. She lifted her head up even more, without leaving his gaze, still piercing through him.
"I want half." She said, then. Even though she knew she was meddling herself in a ridiculous mistake.
He only chuckled, pretty loudly.
"You wouldn't even know about any of it without me and now you want half ?" He laughed. "Don't you think you're getting a little cocky here ?"
She hummed, while finishing her drink. As she swallowed, she took a deep breath in before answering.
"Sorry, I didn't get the part where you could pick the lock yourself."
He chuckled again, taking the last puff off his cigarette before crashing it into the ashtray next to them.
"Fine." He took a step back. "You get half, but if the old man gets onto you, I'm not protecting your sorry ass."
And she only smirked.
And that was the story of how she agreed to steal Guildarts' weed with Laxus.
The house had been empty for months, since the man had left for the hundred years quest. It had been quite the event. Everyone gathered to see him off, giving that the job was supposed to take years.
It was also rumoured to be impossible.
If she had been cynical, she would have said that it was the perfect time for a scheme like this. The mage wouldn't come home in years, if not at all. And she certainly was.
Using magic was impossible, everything able to leave a trace was off limits. Which was why he had come to recruit her, because when it came to pick a lock, even him had to admit she was undoubtly a grand master. And if they were fast enough, even Natsu wouldn't be able to place their smell there in the morrow, let alone years after.
Simply put, it was the most perfect, ridiculous, stupid plan they ever put together.
And it worked way too well.
She was afraid that, at some point, there would have been some magic securing the locks. But she got passed every one of them quite easily. Almost too easily. She feared something unexpected might come up as the blond was guarding the door while she was skimming through the drawers, and finally opened the little safe hidden between the sheets of paper. After all, everyone in town knew whose house it was, and with his name on the letter box, only an imcomparable smug idiot would dare steal something from him.
And tonight, there were two.
She thought it funny, the way he was a bit tense while she was searching, that smug attitude of his betraying his anxiousness. Maybe he wasn't as confident as he pretended about being able to beat the owner if he found them out. Only an idiot would.
He seemed to relax though, when she opened the safe, and showed him the stash of herbs previously hidden there, feeling herself quite silly of how proud she felt by stealing weed from the guild's most powerful member. Blushing slightly when he fully grinned at her, her heart swelling a bit more when she thought she saw some admiration in the green irises.
But she ignored that, and got everything back where it had been before making her escape with him through the town and to his flat. She ignored the so uncharacteristic giggles coming out of her mouth when he pushed her inside, repressing himself his hilarity behind his hurried moves, barely masking a big grin when he glanced at the girl still bursting out in laughter on the couch as he settled in front of her and placed the stolen item on the coffee table between them.
The whole thing was indeniably ridiculous. But there was something too enthralling about doing it anyway. She felt all giddy when she looked at him and saw that he was just as smiling as her. All nervous when he got up to grab what he needed and opened the window in the same movement. She only observed him then. Watching carefully as he rolled their loot into the paper and skillfully managed to get a proper joint out of them.
She wondered how often he did that. Did his new team smoke too ? She chased the shady thoughts away as she smelled the characteristic stink coming out when he lighted it and took a first puff.
She had only smoked once before. And never with him. The men on her jobs always thought she was older that she really was. And she never really contradicted them. When the twenty two year-old guy had handed her one, she saw no other choice than to try. She only took one puff and even though she had smoked tobacco before, the smoke still burned her lungs and she fought not to cough, pretty well, actually, only grinned and gave it back.
She didn't sleep with the guy either. It was too weird. And if she had, he surely would have noticed she was everything but as experienced as she let him think she was. And she couldn't have that.
She didn't care about the blond though. When it came to smoking pot anyway. He very well knew how young she truly was, didn't expect her to be very at ease with the whole thing. But if she wanted to try, who was he to forbid her that ? He knew better than trying to keep her from doing what she wanted, it was usually what motivated her to try even harder. Just as Guildarts had been keeping his stash away from them.
He should have seen it coming, honestly.
The more Laxus thought of it, it almost had been an invitation, the way the safe had been hidden but not protected. Did he know that the dragon slayer had been eavesdropping ? He shouldn't have been. Only the old man knew about his lacrima in the guild, his father being the only one in the rest of the world. No, Guildarts should have known what was coming from him, almost begged for it by the looks of his poor hiding skills. Wait, wasn't it like rapists thought ? Or maybe, he was just too high to think.
He chased the thought away as he looked at the white-haired girl, still holding their loot in her right hand as she observed his ceiling, nonchalantly laying on her back, as he himself was. He only stared at her.
Rapists surely would have thought she was asking for it, dressed as she was. Showing off her creamy legs and belly surrounding those damn hypnotizing hips of hers. He mentally slapped himself before thinking even further, wondering how he could be so surprised of how womenly wide they were.
Trying to gather his mind to keep any more stupid ideas from coming out, he knew the only thing she was asking for was a good reason to emasculate a grown man. And if she kept dressing like that, she surely would get to, loads of times. Men could be real pigs.
"What ?" She suddenly aksed, before he could notice he was still staring at her.
They only looked at each other, then. He noticed her eyes were becoming dangerously red as the seconds passed. He didn't know how much time had gone by since they had arrived there. They had been talking for what seemed to be a few minutes but, acknowledging her state, it was definitely more.
She only cracked a smile then, as he was still gazing at her. And for a few instants, it had been fascinating, he didn't know why he liked it so much when she grinned like that, teeth showing and cheeks a bit rosy. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but grin too, joining in her almost incontrollable giggles. Forgetting why they started laughing in the first place.
God, was he stoned.
It didn't get better as time went by. The whole thing was ridiculously stupid. If somebody had told her that in a few years she would have been smoking pot on Laxus' carpet while the man was trying to tell her about the time he almost broke his leg while falling down the stairs, she didn't know what she would have done but it would have been pretty damn funny.
They had decided to play cards sometime after dark. The hours seemed to flood just as the stash was getting empty, the two mages well decided in having finished it in the morning. She even had trouble listening to the rules he was trying to teach her. She didn't even know why he wanted to play something slightly different from the traditionnal poker they usually did. It was still poker though, she couldn't be that bad.
She always had been better than him at this game, not that he was bad. From what she knew, he even was pretty decent. But she was slightly better, if she hadn't been a mage, she definitely would have been an actress, if she hadn't been poor, and taken over by an evil soul.
Meh.
She was still better than him most days. But tonight, he was exceptionnally bad at. The weed had seemed to break more than a few inhibitions inside him. His eyebrows seemed out of control too, always raising up to the occasion, and honestly, she couldn't help but to be confounded in giggles when one thick blond line suddenly went out its road, making it way too easy to tell his cards.
Somewhere in the middle of the last round, he finally got sick of hearing her repressing her laugh out loud and threw his cards on the table, hitting it with his fist and only realising when the glass of water he had standing, spilled itself over the carpet. And the fight was over for her. It was no use anymore, trying to keep the giggles inside, as she was practically bursting out on the couch.
"Would you, please, shut up…" He warned then, although he was desperately laughing too. "Or I'm gonna fucking fry you."
It didn't work though, as she slapped a hand over her mouth and tried to control herself. But it was impossible, as he was trying to wipe the floor, while keeping himself from bursting once again in laughter. She only met his eyes then, when he looked right up. The air got thick.
She immediatly rolled under the table as the lightning only destroyed the couch. Staying quite stunned for the few seconds that followed the strike. It wouldn't have hurt her, of course, she had seen so much stronger coming from him, but her gut responded on its own as she took advantage of her position to kick him in his.
When he fell backwards on his back, knocking a bottle down on his way there, she knew that must have been the worst idea of all. His flat was small, if it came to a fight, she wouldn't have the space to truly attack and would miserably lose. Her clouded mind was still trying to find out a way to somehow bounce on the furniture when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her from under the table as she was still incontrollably giggling and pinned her down so fast she didn't have the time to make a single move.
"Now, who's laughing, heh ?" He glared at her, smirking like crazy as her face was becoming redder than Erza's hair.
She was. It was impossible not to. And god, was she trying. Did people get spared for trying ? Not by Laxus, no. But she really hoped he would make an exception given the circumstance, since there was no way in hell she was begging for his mercy, she'd choose getting fried a thousand times before that. He still smelled great though. Better, even. Was it humanly possible ?
"Go on, push me off." He only said, unbelievely calm in compariso, as she was still trying to get the hiccups under control, with more success this time. Getting rather flustered at the position while he was blocking her legs with his. She only raised an eyebrow then, and she thought he really was going to kill her.
But he didn't have the time as the claws grasped on his arms and pushed them off quite easily, but the demon arms she had summoned didn't punch him as he thought they were going to when he closed his eyes, ready for the impact. Instead, they only grabbed his head, and before he could react, Mira's lips crashed against his.
She didn't know what took over her but before she could realise it, her lips were devouring his. He didn't seem to mind though, he was the one that got closer on his knees as she felt the weight of the man on her chest. He was the one deepening the kiss with his tongue, not that she resisted much longer. He was the one grabbing her thighs and rubbing his fingers against her skin with one hand, and grabbing her face with the other to keep her from getting away.
Not that she complained, she even shivered at his touch and made her grip in his hair more firm to make sure that he wouldn't dare go away. And, oh god, she was making out with him. He was making out with her. On the floor, on his carpet, in his flat, and it didn't look like he wanted to stop there, and nothing could stop them, and she so didn't want him to stop.
It wasn't the first time he kissed her. God knew how many times he had trouble pushing her off when he dared come too close. And it felt weird, because he didn't want to stop even if the world collapsed on them as she lighlty bit on his lips before going for another deep kiss. But god, they were high, and she was young, and it was wrong, and he just couldn't, and he definitely realised that when her hands, which had gone back to normal for awhile now, clumsily found their way under his shirt to clench his back.
She was the one feeling so lightheaded, if she got even redder, she was going to explode. But she definitely wasn't the one pushing her off, only to look at her cloudy gaze and already very red lips.
"What ?" She only whispered, keeping her head close to his, practically out of breath, sweating and blushing very heavily.
He smiled, quite awkwardy, trying too to get some air into his lungs. But he wasn't as lost as her. He slapped himself for not realizing sooner how stoned she really was. He gently pushed on her arms as he was getting onto his knees again, not finding the strength to look into her cerulean eyes, or he might just lose all his senses.
"…we… we can't…" He whispered too, as she wasn't taking the space he was trying to create, grabbing his arms, and pulling her face way too close to his, just to smell him again and brush her lips against his.
"What ?" She pulled away then, looking right through him as he was trying to gather his thoughts. "Don't you want me ?" She tried to smile, biting her lip, getting even redder if it was possible. "Just a little ?"
He laughed. Because it was ridiculous. Because he wanted her so bad he didn't know what had gotten into him that kept him so far from her. And he was still dangerously close. But she didn't take it this way, she pushed him off quite violently, he had to find some support on the floor behind him. She was burning up. Shaking as she rushed to take her boots and coat, before she remembered she didn't bring one. She only gave him a look then. An angry one, a very hurt one, but he only gulped, the apology stuck in his throat. Even when he was so desperately trying to be good. And she slammed the door behind her.
It had been a very bad idea.
She'd known it since the beginning. Why ? Why couln't she just stop doing that to herself ? She clunched her mouth as she felt the tears dripping her cheeks while she was practically running to her house. Why couldn't she stop being an idiot ? He was the idiot, a royal one. But as the night was going for its end, she felt like the biggest one. And by a very long shot.
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