One-Shots!

6. Laxus and Mirajane (FT)

A/N: I ship this so much...

OMG...

PLEASE CANON!! *breaks down into tears*

One-shot 6

Princess Mirajane strolled down the vast corridor.

Taking a walk in the evening always soothed her.

She took the stairs down to what led into the lush, beautiful garden.

As she reached the iron gate, there were whispers among the servants of the palace.

Smiling warmly at those that bowed or greeted her, she passed them swiftly, finally entering the large space that accomodated different kinds of plants and trees.

Tall trees provided plenty of shade where pretty flowers threw their fragrance. Many butterflies and colorful beetles flew around in the air, adding to the calm feeling of serenity.

The lovely princess finally reached the steady, elegant swing that stood between the shade of two towering trees.

Perching on the small seat, Mirajane took her time watching the small birds fly about in the beautiful garden.

A flash of red caught her eye and she straightened in a moment, craning her neck to see who the guest was.

The Commander of the kingdom's army seemed to be on his way to see her father, the king.

Mirajane swallowed when the blond man glanced at her.

Even with the distance of at least ten feet between the two, the beautiful princess had no difficulty noticing the Commander's strong jawline, his tough build and the scar that ran down his eye.

The man gave her a simple nod before walking into the corridors of the palace.

Mirajane slowly sank back into the swing.

She had always grown flustered around the commander.

The girl knew that she had a huge crush on the man who seemed to be oblivious to her feelings.

That did not say anything negative about his brain though as the princess was trained to show only those things that she felt the others should see.

Years of practice and words of knowledge had taught her to be the caring and loving person she had grown to be.

Adored by the people of the kingdom and everyone she held dear, Princess Mirajane was the perfect lady.

Beautiful beyond description, smart and skillful in many things, soft and sweet to those she met and spoke with, there was no doubt in anyone's mind who the luckiest man in the kingdom would be.

Every person knew that the man the enchanting princess chose to marry would live a happy life.

Mirajane sighed slightly, losing interest in her lovely surroundings.

That was where the problem lay.

It was common practice for the Princess to pick her groom on the night of her eighteenth birthday.

The worry she now had was whether Laxus Dreyar, the commander of the kingdom's army, would be open to the proposal.

Biting her lip, she knew the only way she could ascertain this would be if she asked him.