Summary: A series of inter-related drabble-length one-shots featuring Wendy growing up and an overprotective Laxus. AU, Laxus/Mirajane pairing, Laxus/Wendy broship. Possibly slight-crack-fics.
A/N: I AM SO HAPPY. I just had the opportunity to go to a book signing for my favorite author, Sarah J. Maas (Throne of Glass series, originally first posted on fictionpress and taken off for publication and I can't even begin to describe the feeling of having the hardcover book in my hand and they all have such beautiful covers and even more beautiful titles and gah. Fangirling so hard.) and get my stack of books signed. And take pictures. So... here's the next chapter, a couple days early! I don't know about you, but personally, I think this is my favorite chapter in the entirety of this fic. Let me know what you think!
Consanguinity
Summary: Wendy wishes she knew her mother. She loves her brother, but it's just not the same.
iii. Pretty like mama
"Well I like Mira! She's pretty like mama was!" Wendy declared.
Laxus was stunned. So stunned he forgot he was currently in the middle of eating pasta and the fork promptly smashed into the side of his face.
Wendy laughed and Carla gave him this look, and Laxus frowned.
Did Wendy even remember their mother?
When Wendy saw the look on his face, she understood his surprise. "I saw pictures, and grandpa's always telling me about how pretty mama was, and that we look like her!"
At that, Laxus laughed. "Well, you might look like mama, but I just have her eyes."
"But Mira's got blue eyes too, and she's pretty! Plus, she's got boobs!" Then she frowned and looked down at her chest and looked back up at him. "When am I going to have boobs like Mira?"
Laxus choked on his pasta.
tbc.