Fraxus Week 2019
Their room had long since become lined with bookshelves, most filled to overflowing, but now, one of the larger bookcases had come away from the wall and was lying partially propped against the bed, the floor around it littered in books. However, what caught his attention was a familiar flash of green peeking out from under the mess, and for a moment, he froze, his breath catching in his throat.
“Not ever,” Laxus corrected, voice fierce, and Freed couldn’t help but laugh, although it was a broken watery noise that he buried in Laxus’ shoulder as quickly as he could. Closing his eyes against the urge to cry, focusing on the fact that it was over, the warmth of Laxus hand against his, and the solid bulwark of his body against his, before nodding and echoing softly.