Early summer brought a strange letter in the mail, and Laxus stared at it with dread before he actually opened it. Makarov left him in charge of the guild while he went on 'vacation,' which Laxus assumed was somewhat of a cover for going to where Ivan was.
A month later, this letter came, and after opening it, he found it short and to the point.
His kids were playing in the yard, under the watchful eyes of their nanny. He watched them for a long time through the window as they played in the sandbox. Raijin was laying in the sun, one eye on her little dragon cubs. It seemed like a great day, but it didn't feel great anymore.
Lucy came in with groceries in hand, and he took the bags from her and carried them to the kitchen. She was talking a lot and at a quick pace about running into one of the other neighborhood moms. There was some kind of rivalry among them and Lucy was just petty enough to participate when it suited her. He believed her feelings were rooted all the way back in childbirth class when one of them spread gossip she was a single mom.
But she realized he was upset about something and stopped mid-sentence. "Baby, what's the matter?"
"Gramps sent a letter. My dad died last Friday."
Lucy put the bunch of celery in her hand down on the counter and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry, Baby."
Laxus looked down and gave her a pat on the head. "It's okay, Lucy. It wasn't like he was much of a dad. I don't care that much."
She just squeezed him tighter, and he reluctantly wrapped his arms around her and let her comfort him.
Laxus was a very uncomplicated person, and when he reached a certain threshold of emotion, regardless of what that emotion was, the way to level him off was sex. He required high maintenance and a great deal of effort, but he wasn't at all confusing or complex. With him, nearly everything could be answered with food or sex.
"You want to go upstairs for a bit?"
He nodded, but when they got upstairs, he seemed stiff and uncomfortable, and then nothing really happened. This only increased his frustration, because that kind of thing just didn't happen to him, and while he'd been married long enough not to be too embarrassed by it, it didn't make the experience any more pleasant.
Being the wonderful wife she was, Lucy just rolled over. "We don't really have time anyway, right? We should get dinner ready and we'll handle this tonight if we get around to it. Deal?"
"Gramps asked me to make a few arrangements. He's bringing the body to Magnolia."
Laxus dressed and left the house to handle this business because he wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible. As he left, he stopped briefly to hug on his babies a little, as their sweet little faces always made everything easier.
Fairy Tail had its own little cemetery where members rested, and Yuri was there. Makarov would be there, and someday, Laxus would be eventually too. But Ivan wasn't a member of Fairy Tail, so even in death he'd ultimately be separated from them.
Laxus was fine with this.
At least if he was dead, he'd stop running away all the time and stay in one place, he thought to himself.
He bought a little patch of dirt in the city cemetary, and hired some people to dig a hole. Laxus really didn't do it for Ivan; he cooperated because his grandfather's son had died.
Then he went home to his wife and his babies and reflected only briefly on how Ivan really did throw away the only things in life that actually mattered.
A few days passed, and Makarov returned to Magnolia.
Laxus met him at the plot, but noticed immediately that his grandfather looked absolutely terrible. His eyes were puffy, and there were dark circles under them. He was pale and weak looking, and he had such a sad look on his face.
"Gramps…"
Makarov put his hand on the coffin, and stared down into the hole. "Thank you. Thank you, Laxus. Do you want to see the body?"
"Not really. That kind of thing doesn't do much for me. Dead is dead. I can smell it."
"I think you should."
Again, only to humor his grandfather, he opened the coffin and looked down at Ivan Dreyar one last time. He looked considerably worse than Laxus thought he would. He'd been so skinny he looked roughly like a bunch of bones in a withered sack of chalky skin. He barely even looked human, and the way his bony fingers were folded together made his son's skin crawl a little.
Laxus closed the coffin again. "He had it rough?"
Makarov nodded. "It was terrible in the end. Those last few hours made me anxious for it to be over so he could just rest. I'm glad it's over."
Makarov gestured to the workers and they lowered the coffin into the ground, and then started throwing dirt on it. Laxus and Makarov stood there on that beautiful day and watched Ivan's burial in silence.
Laxus noticed Makarov trembling as he stood there and knelt.
The old man was surprised as hell when Laxus hugged him, but as soon as he did, he couldn't help but cry. This was the way it always was; Ivan left, and they had to deal with it. And yet, his son was dead and as a father, there was no worse feeling in the world.
Laxus hated his father most of all for breaking a mighty man like Makarov down like this. He could hear his grandfather's heart pounding as he cried like a baby over a man who was hardly a son. And then he heard his heart make a few erratic, loud noises, and Makarov released him to clutch his chest.
Makarov gasped for air, but Laxus could hear his heart wasn't beating.
"Shit! Gramps, you bastard, don't do this!"
He swept him up in lightning form and took him straight to Porlyusica, who was able to help him not die from the heart attack, but had him moved to the hospital. This led to a mountain of forms Laxus had to sign as his next of kin, a very long surgery, and an even longer wait.
Lucy joined him during the surgery and sat quietly with him.
The whole guild ended up piling into the waiting room of the hospital, and the hospital staff asked everyone to leave who wasn't part of his immediate family, which was met with complaints, arguing, and other noise.
Laxus finally snapped and shouted, "LEAVE!" in a way that communicated very clearly that this was not optional. He had an expression that threatened severe retribution for arguments, attitude, or complaints.
And then it was quiet again.
After what felt like an eternity, the surgeon came out talking recovery times, damaged tissue, medication schedules, rehabilitation, exercise routines, special diets, stress management, and so forth. Some of these things magic could assist with, but not most of it.
This was Ivan's parting gift: Makarov ended up experiencing such great emotional stress he had a massive heart attack.
The surgeon said, "This is going to be a major transition for Mr. Dreyar. He lives alone?"
Laxus nodded. "He has an apartment by the guild."
"To be honest, your grandfather probably won't ever be able to live alone again, especially not for the next year or so. Before he's released, you need to make other arrangements. Is there someone in the family that he can stay with?"
Laxus really couldn't believe anything like this was happening. "I'm his only family."
"I have a list of facilities. And, it goes without saying he has to quit his job effective immediately. I understand his role is important, but if he dies, he won't be able to perform his duties either," the surgeon stressed.
The surgeon spoke with them a long time and let them know they could go in and see him in an hour, and this left Laxus and Lucy with a world of questions.
They looked at one another, and Lucy spoke first, "I'm glad he's going to make it."
Laxus opened a pamphlet with local retirement homes and closed it quickly. "Lucy…I don't want to put Gramps in a home. Would you be okay with him moving in with us? That's a big thing to ask. Gramps is a pain in the ass."
Lucy saw pretty sparse options. Makarov wasn't really the first person she'd want to move in with them, but he was family. Besides, he'd taken in Laxus when he was a child and needed love and care so she knew Laxus' character was completely contrary to not being willing to do the same.
"Laxus, this is our family, right? We take care of our family. We can move the kids into Layla's room and let Gramps move into Yuri's old room. I think both the kids and Gramps will be happy to have more time together. Retiring to spend time with his great grandkids will be the best choice, I think."
"You're sure this is okay? Remember my grandfather is…"
Lucy hugged his arm. "I know the man, Laxus. And I know he's family and we love him."
These were things real families went through: taking care of the aging and death.
Laxus never envisioned this kind of thing might happen. He always assumed his grandfather would live to be at least a hundred and fifty and then die in battle or doing something reckless or stupid.
When it was time for them to go see Makarov, the old man seemed weak and tired, but alert. The first thing he demanded was to talk to Lucy, alone. Laxus found this request peculiar, but left anyway and returned to the waiting room.
Lucy sat next to him and squeezed his hand affectionately. "Hey Gramps. I'm really glad to see you."
Makarov forced himself to smile a little. "I'm glad to see your pretty face too. I have something I have to talk to you about before I talk to my grandson."
"Okay…"
"I want to name Laxus the next guildmaster of Fairy Tail. There isn't anyone more qualified and I don't have any hesitation about whether or not he has the right character. I don't know if you've noticed this but as Laxus has raised his family, he's naturally become a leader. Everyone looks up to him, and he's become very patient...I think we have Thunder Baby to thank for that. I don't know if that's still a dream of his; I haven't heard him mention it in ages."
Lucy nodded. "I think he'd be honored. And I think he'd be an excellent guildmaster."
Makarov said, "So that brings me to my request for you. Retire."
The blonde felt like he'd punched her in the stomach. The blow was abrupt and a little heavy, and her first response was to indignantly say, "What? No. Of course not."
"Laxus can't be your husband and your guild master if you're going on jobs. It represents a serious conflict of interest and puts him in the position of approving when and how you put your life in danger. Besides, as guild master, it'll be different. He'll be in Magnolia more often, but he won't be constantly at home like he is when you two are taking turns going on jobs. He'd stress over trying to be at the guild and look after this kids while you're on jobs."
Her heart felt a little broken at the request. Her dreams and Laxus' dreams had never been at odds before. They'd always wanted the same things and worked for the same things. Her husband had always respected her career. Always.
But everything Makarov said was right.
She knew Laxus would have a problem sending his wife and the mother of his children into danger for money. She knew guild masters worked long hours and if she was on a job, that meant their kids wouldn't see either of their parents. She knew she would become a liability to him.
Makarov said, "I understand if you don't want to. If you say you want to continue working in the field, I won't even offer it to Laxus because I think it would only cause problems in your marriage. Erza can do the job. I would prefer her be guild master than to cause problems for you and your husband."
If she simply refused, nothing would change and they would continue to live like they had. Love babies, take turns on jobs, and find balance along the way. But if she went along with it, he'd achieve his lifelong dream of being the leader of Fairy Tail and she'd have to step into a more supportive role.
Even she knew Laxus was the most qualified. He was strong, loyal, dependable, and patient. He was smart and he had good judgment.
Her grandfather-in-law said, "It wouldn't mean the end of magic for you. You could take students, mentor the kids...the guild has a lot of young kids again. You'd accomplish more helping them than going on jobs, I promise. None of them have mothers. Some just need someone to talk to and love on them a little. You two work separately now going on jobs, but if you worked together building the guild, I think you'd be happy once you adjusted. You'd make a really good team."
Lucy liked going on jobs. She loved the adventure, the fighting, the sense of accomplishment, and the feeling that she was productive. Their joint income made her feel proud and independent in a way, even though she was a married woman with kids. She didn't like the idea of being reliant on him, even though he'd always been a good provider and had never made her feel any kind of way about it.
If she said no, Makarov would never tell Laxus why he didn't get chosen as guildmaster. Lucy knew it would really bother her husband though.
Could she give up her career for his dream?
Lucy nodded. "Okay, Gramps."
Makarov squeezed her hand. "I'm so glad you two found one another."
"Me too," she tearfully whispered.
"Besides, if you don't have to worry about jobs, you're schedule is clear to have more babies."
Lucy just shook her head. "I'd hit you but I don't think you can take it."
Makarov smirked. "Send your husband in here, okay?"
The blonde walked out and met her husband in the waiting room. He saw she seemed disappointed and had a tear hanging from an eyelash, which he swept away with his thumb.
"Everything okay?"
Lucy nodded and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Everything's great. Gramps is ready to see you."
Laxus went in and sat with him. The two men stared at each other for a while, and Laxus crossed his arms as he slouched in the black plastic chair. "Don't pull that shit with me again, old geezer."
"I didn't ask you for help. Next time, just leave me be. I'm surprised you didn't just kick me over into the grave."
"I thought about it."
Makarov laughed and then held his chest. He'd been cut from his navel to his collarbone, and even he knew it was considerably more serious this time. "You're a good man, and I think you're ready. It's apparently time for me to retire. Fucking hell. But, you'd make a good master and I trust you. Having a family leveled you off and gave you what you need."
Laxus felt like Makarov was going to fight to hold on to his job, so it was such a surprise. It was an even bigger surprise that he'd pick him for it. Since he'd gotten married he hadn't mentioned it and dividing his time between wizarding and family had possibly put him behind Erza. It was still a dream of his, and he did believe he could do well by his guild.
"Let me talk to Lucy."
"I already talked to her."
Laxus never would have asked Lucy to give up her job. Not ever. Since the beginning of their relationship, they'd always been respectful of wizard life. The idea she would give that up to support him in his dream made him feel so much gratitude and love toward her.
The two men talked for an hour, and Laxus finally nodded in agreement.
Makarov was quiet for a long time after that, but finally said, "I don't even know what I'll do without it."
"Lucy and I decided you're going to stay with us. It's really better than living alone. Yuri and Layla would love to have their Gams around all the time," he said.
Laxus said this without acknowledging Makarov could no longer stay by himself or forcing his grandfather to acknowledge it. His grandfather was old, and rightfully deserved a high degree of respect. The last thing Laxus wanted was to damage his pride or make him feel like an invalid. Despite the weakness of his body, Makarov was still one of the world's greatest wizards.
"I guess that sounds interesting."
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Laxus could remember their house seemed incredibly huge when he first bought it for his fiancee. Then it was just he and she living there as they awaited the arrival of their first child. Now, the four bedrooms were occupied by them, Chelia, the two babies, and they were in the middle of preparing Yuri's old room for Makarov.
That made six people living in the house.
Lucy had a box from Makarov's apartment that seemed kind of heavy, and Laxus took it from her and carried it up to his new room. The bottom fell out of the box and porn magazines fell all over the floor, prompting Yuri, who was sitting on Makarov's new bed, to come closer to see what these brightly colored things were.
A bolt of lightning came and they turned to ash.
"You killed his books," Yuri said.
"Yes, I did."
"Why come?"
"Gams is too old for books with pictures," Laxus explained.
"Oh. Okay."
His son was territorial about his old room, but when they explained that Gams was sick and needed his room, Yuri was more than happy to give it up.
The kids' room went from being pink to a neutral yellow, even though Yuri didn't know the room was pink, or the significance of it. Yuri's room went from being bright colors (a pointless investment for a colorblind baby), to white.
It was quite an effort.
The move was mostly an upgrade for Makarov. The old man lived in a small, cluttered and mostly dark apartment, but was rarely home so none of that mattered. His new bedroom was big, roomy, and had sweeping views of the lake.
Lucy wanted Makarov to feel like it was an upgrade, so she invested in new furniture and sheets and curtains and just moved his personal effects in. Makarov had enough books to fill book cases all the way down one wall.
Life was changing pretty dramatically after several years of peace where the only change had been babies.
Laxus looked over at his wife and smiled softly at her while they unpacked the last of Makarov's books. She smiled back, and then they both looked over at their son who was talking a thousand miles an hour about all the things he was going to do with Gams.
"Son, when Gams gets here, he's been sick, so you have to leave him alone for a while until he starts feeling better," Laxus said.
"K. But then!"
That night, Yuri built a pillow fort in his new room and he and Layla hid under it long after bedtime, whispering to one another.
Lucy went by to check on them and decided not to bust them for not being asleep or even trying to sleep because they were handling their little transition well. It always made her heart happy to see what close friends they were, because she'd been so lonely growing up. Yuri and Layla would never have to know what that was like as long as they had each other.
The more time she had to think about it, the less she minded the sacrifice she'd made for her husband.
He was so grateful to her, and that made her happy. It would be different if he just took it and ran, but Laxus wasn't that kind of guy at all. Of course, he knew how much being a wizard and going on jobs meant to her and he expressed a quiet kind of gratitude.
Being a guild master - at least for Makarov - was like being a second father to most of the kids in the guild. It seemed like a good fit for Laxus now that he'd become such an outstanding father. Lucy had never considered those same kids might benefit from having a woman to help care about them and help them grow and learn the light side of magic.
Plus, she looked forward to working with her husband and being around the guild more. The job-family-job-family rotation by its nature had put her out of touch with many of her friends in the guild.
By the time Makarov came home two weeks after his surgery, they were eager, knowing he was getting antsy in the hospital. Wendy and Porlyusica were able to curb the healing time on the surgical wound, but the weakened heart that required drastic lifestyle changes was all on the Dreyars. And no one envied the family that had to try and make Makarov Dreyar stop drinking, smoking his pipe, and eating fatty foods.
Makarov had already made up his mind to be stubborn as hell about it and only to suffer Lucy because she was such a wonderful person.
When he saw his new room, it made him feel a little happy, like they really didn't mind him being there.
Most of that morning, he spent resting, but around noon, Lucy brought him a salad with fruit and some baked chicken and the little ones used the opportunity to try and crawl in the bed with him.
"Not yet. Leave Gams alone, he's still getting better."
Makarov shook his head. "It's fine. I'm not that fragile."
"Gams! Gams! Gams! Gams!"
Layla snuggled up on one side. "Wuvuuuu Gams!"
Yuri got on the other side. "You want us to tell you a story?"
"Oh? Okay, that sounds like fun."
Yuri stood on the end of the bed with his play sword while Makarov picked at his salad. "Once upon a time, there was a man. His breath was stinky. And he had no pants."
"What was his name?" Makarov asked.
"Laxus," Yuri said.
Lucy had never heard their son utter his father's name before. "Laxus?"
"That's what you call Daddy when he's being bad. You say 'LAXUS!'"
The blonde burst out laughing when she realized that she really always called her husband 'Baby,' 'Honey,' or 'Dad,' except when she was pissed. So her son didn't realize that was really his name. "Baby, that's Daddy's real name."
"Eh?"
Makarov laughed deeply at his great grandson.
"Dad's name is Dad."
Layla nodded. "Dad is Dad!"
Lucy said, "That's what he does. He's a dad. Like your name is Yuri Dreyar. And her name is Layla Dreyar. Dad's name is Laxus Dreyar. I'm Lucy Dreyar. And Gams is Makarov Dreyar. See, we're all in the same family so we have the same last name. Everyone is a Dreyar."
Yuri seemed stunned by this revelation, but only briefly. Then he held up his sword. "And he had stinky feets."
Makarov chuckled until Laxus came in and stared at his son.
Laxus asked, "What were you saying about me?"
"Nothing," Yuri answered.
Layla stretched out her arms. "Daddy!"
Laxus picked her up and held her on her hip, giving his son a glare to inform him he better be careful about the boundaries he'd been testing of late. He kissed his daughter on the forehead. "I have to go to work, Princess."
"I wanna go work," she whined.
Her father said, "Oh, do you? You want to get a job, earn some money, pay some bills?"
Layla nodded.
Laxus looked at his wife. "You mind if I take her with me? She'll probably spend all day with Mirajane and Lisanna."
"Mira Mira!" his daughter exclaimed.
Lucy shook her head and Laxus lowered her so she could kiss her mom, her gramps, and her brother goodbye.
As soon as the front door closed, Yuri stood up with his sword. "And then! There was a bad dragon. And a princess named Mom. She had all the pants. She gave the bad man some pants, and a toothbrush. Then he made the dragon go bzzzt!"
Makarov laughed. "That was a good story about a pretty princess civilizing a savage. It's a good summary of how your parents got together."
Lucy waited until he finished eating and took his medicine, but Makarov wanted Yuri's company and the two spent most of the afternoon together. Makarov played dinosaurs with him, and told him about what his father was like as a child.
Meanwhile at the guild, Laxus spent much of the late morning and early afternoon approving job requests and interacting with the guild members. Natsu brought his son to the guild, and Laxus groaned under his breath because anytime his daughter got around the little salamander baby, she wanted to sit with him and pet his hair. She was old enough to walk and talk and Iggy was just able to sit up on his own, but to Layla, this mattered not.
Mirajane stood behind the counter and giggled at his scowl. "Honestly, Laxus, they're just babies."
"She doesn't have to be nice. Not to this little asshole, and definitely not to Sam Redfox."
Laxus was leaning with his back against the back, observing Layla and Iggy as they played on a blanket on the floor.
She brought him a beer and said, "Have you considered that maybe you're overreacting, calling other people's children bad words? Iggy's such a sweetheart."
The overprotective father rolled his eyes and leaned back on his elbows. "Whatever."
Laxus felt dark energy at his back as she leaned over and partially transformed. The demon whispered in his ear, "Iggy is also my nephew so you better make sure I don't ever hear that again or I'll pull your spine out and shove it down your throat."
The guildmaster's eyes bugged out as he cut them to one side and saw her return to her cheerful, sweet self. "Okay, Master?" she sweetly asked.
"Okay..."
Iggy Dragneel had white hair and big green eyes and he actually was a fairly good natured baby. Laxus didn't mind when they watched him at all. Like Yuri, he'd been terrible as a newborn but he grew out of it fairly quickly and was a fairly lovable little kid. He adored Yuri and Layla both.
Laxus watched his daughter sit up on her heels and feel all over Iggy's hair. Lucy did this to Laxus all the time as a gesture of affection, so he assumed she'd learned it from her mother.
"Iggy, you so soffffft!" she squealed.
She kissed his little chubby cheek and was abruptly snatched off the floor by her father and hauled off to his office, which he locked.
Laxus sat her on the floor and asked, "Why, Layla?"
Her natural response to being taken away from her little baby friend was to throw a temper tantrum. She hit the floor face-first and held her breath, which her father responded to by ignoring her completely and starting on his paperwork. It went on for longer than he expected, and he finally sighed when her hiccuped cries ended.
Laxus rolled his chair out and looked at her. "Are you okay now?"
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Igggyyyyyyyyyyyyy is my frieeeeeennndd!"
"I'll let you go play with him if you promise me one thing. Promise me you'll never, ever kiss another boy for the rest of your life. Especially Iggy Dragneel. No matter how old you get."
"K."
Laxus asked, "Unless you want to stay here with me."
"Iggy."
"Rub salt in the wound. It's okay. I'll survive."
He opened the door and Layla happily toddled back to her little friend and sat down.
Layla turned and smiled at him really big. "Wuvuuu Daddy!"
He grinned at her and shut the door, then mumbled under his breath, "...traitor."
There were three stacks of paper on his desk:
The first stack were expense reports generated by everyone in the guild except Natsu. The second stack was all Natsu. The third stack was damage complaints from the Council, so he swept that stack off into the trash and started to work.
When it got dark, Natsu came in. "Hey, I'm headed home. You want me to drop your kid off at home on the way?"
Laxus looked up and asked, "Natsu, did you really blow up an oil dispensary?"
"Yes."
"Could you...not? Maybe, in the future?"
Natsu shrugged. "I don't try to destroy stuff. It just kind of happens."
The elder shook his head and stood, stretching sore muscles. "I might as well head home too."
"How's Gramps?"
"Doing well. Yuri was entertaining him when I left."
The two men claimed sleeping babies from the blanket and headed out the door, walking along the street together.
Natsu said, "I'm really glad Iggy's going to have friends. He loves to be around your kids. Layla seems like his favorite person. Isn't that something?"
"It's fantastic," Laxus answered in a sarcastic tone.
The Redfox baby was, like Yuri, an intentional baby. Iggy Dragneel was, like Layla, an oops baby.
But Natsu was naturally an excellent father and he and Lisanna had done well to settle down together and get ready for their baby. They were doing well for themselves, and Laxus had no problems with his family other than the fact his daughter seemed a bit sweet on his son.
They came to a crossroads and parted ways, and Laxus headed home to find Makarov causing trouble.
When he went in the kitchen, Makarov was cowering under the table while Chelia glared down at him with murderous eyes.
"Gramps, what did you do?"
Yuri excitedly answered, "Gams pinched Chewy on her butts! She gonna get him!"
Chelia had a frying pan in one hard and everyone in the room knew she was going to hit Makarov with it, including Makarov.
Laxus brought a palm to his face.
Chelia asked, "Is he senile?"
"Honestly? No, he's always been like that," Laxus replied.
"You got a problem with me bashing him upside the head?"
The dragon slayers shook his head. "His chest is covered in stitches, so that's probably the best place."
Chelia was not a normal nanny at all. She was excellent with the kids and could make nutritious snacks and educational lessons and she had a background in the medical field, but she was a force to be reckoned with. If she hadn't lost her magic, Laxus was sure she probably would have turned out to be a very powerful villain and attempted to take over the world.
Lucy came downstairs when she heard the contact and frowned when she saw Makarov curled up cradling his head while Chelia started cooking a heart-healthy dinner for him. "What just happened?"
Laxus said, "Just Gramps sexually harassing our underaged nanny. She practically bashed his brains out but she's cooking something good for his heart."
Yuri announced, "Gams pinched Chewy's butts!"
Chelia glared at him. "Yuri."
The boy became silent immediately, because Chelia's hand gripped the frying pan in a certain kind of way. He made a zipper motion over his mouth and smiled innocently.
Makarov eventually got up and after a nice family dinner, they went through the routine of baths, story time, and tucking babies in, Laxus and Lucy snuggled up in bed.
Laxus felt compelled to tell his wife the traumatic story of their daughter kissing a baby, but Lucy rolled her eyes and was snoring by the time he finished.
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