[A/N]: Let's see, study for my math final on Monday or post Laxana fluff? The latter, obviously.
I know I said this story was over (The plot itself is) but I just fucking love this pairing that it needs literally of the fluff I can give it.
So cute coupley shit, Laxana style.
Fuck yeah.
Cana sat on the couch, paging through her mom's old copy of The Major Arcana. She had more than memorized everything in it, including Cornelia's tiny little handwritten notes in the margins (Cana had even added a few of her own). She just kept rereading it because she liked seeing her mom's words.
Thinking of Cornelia always led straight to thinking about Gildarts. He hadn't been home in over two years now, missing Laxus and Cana's first relationship, their breakup, and now their makeup.
She was still debating whether or not to tell him about Laxus at all.
Cana frowned at the page a little sadly, missing her parents while gazing through the page describing The Star, the card of old wounds.
Sometimes the book was as annoyingly observant as her cards.
Laxus looked up from the lacrima he was tinkering with on the table, noting the melancholy furrow to Cana's brow. He knew from experience that she was thinking about her parents again.
He stood abruptly, shaking Cana from her reverie and making her look up at him in surprise. Her brow softened. "Laxus?"
"Back in a bit," he answered perfunctorily, striding over to kiss her forehead. "Don't get too lost in your thought or you'll need a map just to come back to me."
She smiled at him a little wanly and he left.
He hated that sad look on her face (he hated any sad look on her face), resolving to fix it the best way he could think of.
Cana had nodded off, her chin on her chest and the book propped up against her knees, when Laxus returned. Stomping through the apartment loudly enough to jolt her awake, he grabbed several blankets from the linen closet. "Come on."
"What the hell?" she asked blankly, not moving.
"My other arm's not carrying anything, you know! Get it moving!" When she didn't obey, he approached.
"Laxus, what in god's name are you─hey!" He had walked over and scooped her up, throwing her over his free shoulders. "Laxus, what the actual fuck!"
"Stop kicking me." He carried her out of the apartment and down the darkened street.
"Then put me down!"
"Not yet, jeez," he told her calmly, a little smirk twitching at his mouth. He rotated the wrist holding his girlfriend and started to tickle her.
Writhing, Cana shrieked alternately with laughter and rude expletives. "LAXUS MOTHERFUCKING DREYAR, YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS FUCKING INSTANT!"
"Calm your tits, Cana. We're almost there."
"I'll calm the fuck down when you stop fucking tickling me!"
He obeyed, grinning, and she subsided, trying to look over her shoulder and see where they were going. "Almost where?"
Laxus didn't answer, instead dazzling her with a small flash of lightning and earning himself another good ear blistering. Still holding her over his shoulder, he used his free hands to lay out the blankets on the grass. Finally, he dumped her to the ground ungracefully and sat down beside her.
"Fuck you, you know that?" Cana muttered, rubbing her eyes. She blinked, trying to clear the spots in her vision.
"Yeah, and you're welcome."
Pausing, she looked up and waited as her vision cleared. A smile tugged at her lips, widening gradually. "Oh, Laxus."
He'd brought her up to the edge of the lake near Fairy Tail, having set up multicolored lacrimae around their blankets. The stars were out, the calm (now that Cana had stopped swearing) night softly aglow with rainbow light.
He glanced at her. "I saw the look on your face, you know."
"What look?"
He snorted. "Tch, a blind man could see that your mom's book was bummin' you out."
"Oh. That."
He laid back on the blankets, one arm folded underneath his head, and after a moment, Cana laid down beside him, snuggling close. He put his free arm around her.
"It's no fun when you're like that, you know."
"Well, that makes all the difference, doesn't it?" drawled Cana in fond sarcasm.
"Yeah, it does, actually. Come on, what was buggin' you?"
Cana hesitated. "Come on," Laxus repeated coaxingly.
"My dad," she admitted finally.
"What about him?"
Laxus would just be offended that she hadn't told Gildarts about their relationship even once. "...I miss him, is all."
"Fine, then." He didn't say anything as she shifted onto her side, draping and arm across his waist. "Tell me the truth when you're ready."
She stiffened and he wondered if he'd said the wrong thing. Shortly, though, he realized that Cana's shaking was really her trying not to laugh. And failing.
"What the hell is so funny?" he demanded, sitting up.
She rolled onto her back and laughed up at him. "You are! I mean, just look at yourself!" She affected a baritone that was probably supposed to be an impression of Laxus. "I'm the big scary Lightning Dragon Slayer, and I'm here to talk about my girlfriend's feelings!"
He scowled at her, a smirk twitching his lips. "I don't sound anything like that."
She laughed harder. "Like hell you don't! Rawr, Makarov and his stupid love are weak!" She collapsed in laughter.
"Shut up, daddy issues!"
"You first, granddaddy issues!"
He growled and fell back on the blankets again. "I don't have granddaddy issues," he grumbled.
She turned onto her stomach and kissed him sweetly. "Sure, you don't."
"I don't." He rolled until he was leaning over her, resting his elbows on either side of her head. "But man, do I have girlfriend issues."
"Oh?" She purred in a deceptively sweet tone, lacing her fingers together on the back of his neck. "Do elaborate."
He kissed her once. "Shit, where to start?" She's annoying─" he kissed her again, "─alcoholic─" and again, "─way meaner than I deserve─" a fourth time, "─and to be honest─"
"Okay, that's enough outta you, pal." She pulled him in and kissed him roughly.
When she let him up for air, he grinned rakishly and said, "Good, 'cause I was running out of flaws." He paused. "No, wait─"
She smacked the back of his head and he laughed. "I'm nicer to you than anyone in the guild!" He kissed her again to shut her up. "And I'm not an alcoholic!"