Freed had never been one for sleeping in late, or lazing around in bed if he woke too early, something that instantly set him at odds with Laxus who would happily stay in bed as long as possible. However, there were some mornings when he would wake in the circle of the Dragon-slayer’s arms, Laxus’s breath warm against the side of his neck and he would find himself unable to move. These were the mornings when he would roll over, still within Laxus’s arms so that he could study his partner’s face, taking in the peaceful expression that he so rarely got to see when Laxus was awake. When he would curl himself as close as possible, pressing his ear against the broad chest so that he could listen to the soothing rumble of his partner’s heart, letting the sound lull him back to sleep. Those were the mornings when he would wake a couple of hours later with Laxus’s lips against his, and heat pooling in his stomach as he saw the affection in the blue eyes that met his gaze.
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Fairytail Drabbles
RandomA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
