Everyone had always thought that it would be Rufus that would propose, after all it was common knowledge that he had made the first move in their relationship and that Orga’s attempts were hit and miss at best. That had been until the war…until Orga had been unable to stop his lover from being strung up on the cross in front of his eyes. It didn’t matter that he had suffered the same fate, that they had all shared that pain, all that mattered to him was that Rufus had been forced to endure that. The guilt and the realisation of how close he had come to losing Rufus had churned in his chest from that moment on, and he had realised that he couldn’t bear the thought of life without the younger man. The moment they had received the news the war was over, that they had won, he had grabbed the younger man in front of their entire guild and told him in no uncertain terms that they were going to get married.
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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.
