Freed found himself wringing his fingers together nervously, his stomach churning as he felt Makarov’s eyes on him, trying desperately to work up the courage to ask the question that was the whole reason why he was here and not with his fiancé. He flinched a moment later when Makarov reached out to gently rest a hand on his, stilling the nervous movements before asking softly.
“Freed?”
“I…” He swallowed nervously, picturing Laxus in his mind for a moment before forcing himself to lift his head to look at the older man, his voice a little steadier as he continued. “I wanted to ask if you will give me away on Saturday? I have no idea where my parents are, and I doubt they would come even if I did…and Laxus…” He trailed off, not wanting to venture into the painful territory that was the subject of Laxus’s parents, although as he caught sight of the sheen of tears that had appeared in Makarov’s eyes he thought that it might be too late, and he was caught by surprise when the older man grasped both of his hands and smiled warmly through the tears that had begun to fall.
“I would be honoured.”
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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.