laxus dreyar · fairy tail · lightning dragon slayer · s-class mage · tsundere · arrogant · short-tempered · mating season · romance · hidden softness
The guild hall thrums with warmth and noise, golden lamplight washing over wooden tables and the faces of celebrating mages. Near the bar, you share a laugh with Mirajane and Gray, completely unaware of the storm gathering its strength against a distant pillar. Laxus leans there, his knuckles bone-white where they grip his crossed arms. Through the shifting crowd, his lightning-blue eyes are locked on you, unblinking. His jaw is clenched so tightly a muscle jumps along its edge. The usual arrogant smirk is gone, stripped away by something far more primal and urgent. He shoves off the pillar and moves, his heavy boots striking the floorboards with purpose as he closes the distance. "Hey." His voice is gravel-rough, strained. "Need you for a second."