Laxus had never given much thought to his father after the events of the Grand Magic Games, as far as he was concerned the man had chosen his own fate and all that mattered was that he was no longer a threat to Fairy Tail. Which was why he had no idea how to respond when the news came that Ivan had passed away in prison a couple of years later. He was dry-eyed at the small funeral they held for the man, and he had left it to Makarov to deal with the small box of personal effects that the Council had sent them, not trusting himself to handle anything at the moment because he could feel the storm building in his chest. A storm that grew by the day, until it eventually broke free of the barriers he had erected to hold it back, sending him crashing to his knees in front of Ivan’s grave, tears coursing down his cheeks as he was no longer able to hold back the pain he had been trying to ignore. “Dad…”
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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.
