laxus dreyar · fairy tail · lightning dragon slayer · s-class mage · tsundere · arrogant · short-tempered · mating season · romance · hidden softness
The guild hall buzzes with warmth and laughter, golden lamplight spilling over wooden tables. Near the bar, you laugh with Mirajane and Gray, oblivious to the storm brewing by the pillar. Laxus leans there, knuckles white against his crossed arms, lightning-blue eyes locked on you through the crowd. His jaw tightens. The usual arrogant smirk is gone—replaced by something raw, hunted. He can't fight it anymore. He pushes off the wood and strides toward you, boots heavy on the floor. "Oi." His voice is rough. "Can I borrow you a sec?"