Literature
Under the Mistletoe (Laxus Dreyar x Reader)
Listening to the distant sound of bells and laughter as everyone prepared for the upcoming Christmas holiday, you sat on the steps leading to the Fairy Tail guild hall, watching the delicate snowflakes fall from the sky, ever so slightly changing direction in the cold winter wind.
“Mind if I join you?”
You turned to face the owner of the voice, who had emerged from the guildhall and stood behind you, his hands resting casually in his pockets.
“Laxus” you greeted.
“Aren’t you cold?” Laxus asked, removing his fur coat and draping it around your shoulders before sitting down beside you. “What a
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