A/N: I'm posting this on January 20th as my own protest against the inauguration of Donald Trump as the 45th President of the United States, and his rhetoric of hatred during his campaign, which is perpetuated throughout his Cabinet and supporters. Not all of his voters, but a vast majority I personally know ... as in literally every Trump voter but 3 ... are either blatantly or casually homophobic, transphobic, Islamophobic, sexist, racist, or they knowingly and willingly put job security or "duty to party" above the safety and security of American citizens. There's actually a few protests near me, but I'm an introvert. I don't do protest marches. So please, read this instead of watching him being sworn in, or listen to the audio instead of listening to his speeches.
Audio drama: http://chirb.it/xC3PHa
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"How was I to know at last
That happiness can come so fast?
Trusting me the way you do,
I'm so afraid of failing you."
― "Suddenly," Les Misérables
It was Netflix ... and cuddles.
Freed's birthday had been one surprise after another. Now, he needed to ground himself back into normality. The best way for him to do that was precisely this: Laxus on the couch holding a beer, Freed curled in a blanket leaning into him, watching Supernatural.
It allowed his mind to decompress.
"Dammit, Castiel, just kiss him already," Laxus grumbled, and Freed snickered in agreement.
"But his puppy dog gaze of longing is so adorable."
"How many years have they been refusing to admit it? Shit, you'd probably fuck Dean in two seconds."
"Mmm ... but I'm no godly angel."
Laxus chortled and rubbed his hand along Freed's arm. "Not how I've corrupted you. Would that make me Crowley or Lucifer?"
"I happen to ship Cas and Crowley."
"Of course you would!"
Cheering on the perpetually teasing non-romance relationship between Dean and Castiel while cuddling his boyfriend: not exactly how he imagined he would spend his twenty-third birthday.
As they watched the show, the day's events were able to decompress in Freed's mind. He now had the blessing to marry his boyfriend from both his mother and his boyfriend's grandfather. Laxus also got the blessing of Freed's father. Bickslow and Evergreen seemed to like him. Pretty much everyone from both of their families approved. It was a lot to absorb.
He looked down at Laxus' left hand. How big of a ring would he need? Perhaps he could use an excuse like taking the promise rings in to be professionally cleaned and have it sized. Then he could take Makarov's wedding ring and see about having it restructured. It would likely need more metal added, perhaps a titanium rim with the gold in the center of the band. Yes, that would look incredible and show the hardness of Laxus on the outside with the heart of gold on the inside. The old ring was now in a silk drawstring pouch in the bottom of Freed's pajama drawer. Laxus rarely did laundry, so it was a safe spot. He could hide it there until the time was right.
A ring!
An engagement ring!
When would they be ready? How would he know? Maybe they were ready now.
No, he didn't want to rush into this. Just dating for now. And more cuddles. He burrowed in a little closer into the broad chest.
"I really am sorry."
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