#٠☽ lightening strikes the devils heart ❛ laxus. mirroredworlds ❜

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The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss / capped @mirroredworlds asked: 💋 ->Only it's Laxus kissing her instead

The last few days had been long. Draining and regretful. Mirajane groaned as she laid on the couch, wrapped up in her blanket. It was rare, but Mirajane had called out of work for the last few days at the guild. She was sure the rumors would roll of the tongue of many of the members. But she didn't care. The first two days were recovering from the amount she had to drink the night before. And the last two.. those were worse.

Her dreams and day time thoughts clouded with her drunken confession to Laxus. Truthfully, she had liked him for so long that she never believed anything would happen between them.

Heat coming to her cheeks as she remembered staring at his lips. Licking her own, she leaned over for her water. " Don't even think about it Mira.. Maybe I didn't hear what he said. I could have just simply... be hearing what I wanted to hear.."

' I wish the same thing sometimes.' the words repeated. Over and over. They taunted her very soul. Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. Perhaps it was. Crumbling under the sorrow she was creating on her own.

Knock, Knock. The hand banging on her door seemed heavy. Most likely, It was Cana or Gray dragging her back out of the house after she had avoided anyone else coming over. Wrapped in her blanket still, she came to the door. Opening it with a pout on her lips, only to be met with another's lips upon her own. Cerulen orbs widen as she looked to see it was Laxus. The one she had been truly avoided seeing these last few days.

' L-Laxus.. what was that for?"

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Perhaps she wouldn't remember either. Perhaps in the morning she would find herself unable to remember much of the night before because it was replaced by the pounding headache.

Though, it was her fault. ONE of her few nights out and off from the guild, she wanted to have some fun for once. ( more so that Cana had convinced her it was okay to have fun) The white haired female leaned more into him as he rubbed in between her shoulders. What she though sounded like a groan of relief nearly sounded like a moan.

Mirajane would gaze up at him when he said it was time to get her to go home. A slight whine leaving her as she got up from the chair that was placed next to his. "Or.. I can stay a little longer.." his words would brush against her ear causing her to blush deeply. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system. There's no way he had said that. Right?

Mirajane sighed sadly. Her facial expression became sad as they left the guild hall. In her drunkenness, she had made herself sad thinking he was simply playing with her because she had one too many to drink.

Her slender hand slipping around his arm, her fingers clinging against the sleeve of his jacket. The weather was still cold there and she had forgotten her coat back at the guild.

" Could you stay for a little bit? Or do you need to go back?"

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" Laxus Dreyar!"

A gasp escaped her as she watched him grin and walk away. His breathe was so gentle against her skin. It brushed so slowly against her ear. The shiver that connected down her back as he touched the bare skin of her arm. Gulp. Mirajane had never seen this side of him but after years of the two of them running around the feelings that held them captive.

Mirajane would bravely follow him out towards the back of the guild. A small space that many didn't go to these days, It was mostly storage for empty boxes

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Finger tips touching her lips softly, tracing the outline. Her pale skin painted heavily with crimson blush. He had finally kissed her. They kissed. What had just happen?

The Strauss woman was starting to process what had just happen. Smiling would come to her features as she dropped the blanket on the floor of her home.

The woman was dressed in a simple spaghetti strap crop top and shorts. It was something she had often worn when she was alone at home. Especially when she didn't expect someone to come over. Mirajane would guess that there would be others coming by later that afternoon.

Her hands would be quick to pulling him back down to herself, Kissing him back after a moment of silence. Her lips finally met his own. Finally. It had been years since the last time that she was truly honestly felt. Her emotions towards him had been deep and almost forbidden feeling.

Mirajane stood on her tippy toes to keep her lips on his own. All the late night dinners with his grandather, him walking her home after she drank too much, and the countless memories they had created. Emotions and feelings that they had danced around for years. It had finally come to a head.

She pulled away. " I was always yours.. I just never thought you would have been mine.."

Laxus had heard Mirajane hadn't been at the guildhall in a few days, so he'd grown more than a bit concerned about her. She didn't normally take much time off, but he had a feeling at least one of the days had been spent nursing her hangover. She'd been fairly drunk when he walked her home that night. So he went to her place to check on her.

The person at the door didn't turn out to be Cana or Gray to drag her out of her self-imposed isolation. It was, in fact that man that had apparently been plaguing her thoughts and dreams for days now. As she opened the door, he quickly kissed her. Despite how much of a bastard he could be, or how he often came off as someone who could handle most situations, the idea of kissing her actually made him quite nervous. He was dong his best not to show that though, especially as she questioned his action.

"You can't tell me that you've been holed up here for days due to your hangover, Mira. I know you better than that. As for the kiss? I've wanted to kiss you for a while now."

He'd liked her for quite a while too, longer than even his best friends were aware of. He'd always been mostly nice to her, though there were times when they were younger that he was an asshole to her, the same as everyone else. As they got older, he realized he wanted her in a way that was most certainly not friendly.

"I meant what I said that night. I might be an asshole most of the time, but I've wanted us to be more than friends for a while now. I just didn't know how to go about acting on my feelings."

Prior to her drunken confession, he'd been completely unaware that she even liked him in that way. It was her words, coupled with him finally working up the nerve to act that led to him kissing her when she opened her front door.

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Even if he had placed the coat over her shoulders, her hands would remain on his arm. A smile placed her her face as she used him as support. Mostly because she had taken off her heels before they left the bar, she needed a little help to stay up on her two feet. As the ventured out towards her home, just outside of the city. The path would lead them to her little two story cottage. Not everyone was aware of this place, but her trusted few would always know where her home is.

The Strauss woman opened the door and let him in. Her feet carrying her to the kitchen, quietly making a glass of ice water and grab two pain relief to help future self. Mirajane would slowly turn to him before pulling his coat closer to herself before taking it off and holding it out to him. She knew she needed to eat something.

" I can .. warm something up. I have some magnolia stew that's been on stimmer most of the night. Would you like some before you leave? Or something else you need... or want?" nearly hopeful eyes, she thought maybe he would want to stay longer than a few moments.

But in her heart, she knew once she was passed out on the couch. He would go home. And all of this would be nearly a dream.

Years of playing around with their feelings and emotions. Mirajane would began to play with her hair as he would allow her to eat and then made her follow him to her room. A smile would slowly come to her face as she started for the bathroom.

Admittedly, she would be quick to change. Did her mind wonder to if he had been able to see her in the mirror? yes, but she wouldn't have sad anything before crawling into bed. "I know you want to go home.. but if you w..." it would be funny to see that she was soon asleep against the pillow that her arms had wrapped around.

"laxus.." the last sound to leave her before she drifted away into a heavy sleep.

Laxus wasn't sure she'd be able to remember her confession, drunken as it was, or not. Nor did he expect her to recall his but he'd meant it, actually. They'd skirted around their feelings for quite some time, years, even. It was a testament to the pair being incredibly stubborn. Or something along those lines, at least.

He didn't think it was a good idea for her to stay and drink some more. She'd clearly had a few too many, or perhaps she'd had just one or two incredibly strong drinks that led to her condition. He couldn't say for certain. He'd keep his hand resting between her shoulders for a little longer as they started to walk together.

He could see the look on her face, and it would make him frown. Of course, he likely should have just waited to confess his own feelings for her for when she was sober, and not more than slightly tipsy. He wasn't playing with her feelings, he wasn't that much of a dick. As she wrapped her arm around his arm, he'd place a hand on top of hers to move it for a short moment.

After he moved her arm, he'd drape his coat over her shoulders. Even if she didn't believe his words, perhaps she'd believe his actions? He wasn't sure. At her invitation to stay for a little while, he'd mull it over for a few moments before responding.

"Yeah, I can stay for a while. I have to make sure you get some water into your body, after all."

He didn't have anywhere to be, actually, so he didn't need to leave. Though, he'd likely go home after she fell asleep. Even if she kept his jacket for the night.