Of Nightmares and Promises Chapter 4: Laxus
Miraxus Week 2021 Day 1: Wink, Day 3: Star-crossed Lovers, & Day 4: Winter.
What should I say, wouldnât she be surprised
I waited so much for today.
Iâm about to go see you.
In this coming season, Iâll come to you.
Everything that passes by makes me nervous as if they are new to me
Even the scenery that seems like it will overflow
It feels like todayâs gift, it makes me happy
- Super Junior-K.R.Y. - The Way Back To You
Laxus clutched the side handles, his limbs shaking as he disembarked the 2-hour train ride from hell. The world spun; vomit threatened to rise to his throat; yet he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other, out the open door to his reprieve. I dare you, he mentally challenged his supposedly non-existent motion sickness.
An eternity seemed to pass before â at long last â his feet touched solid ground again. Slowly, his head stopped swirling and the turbulent waves inside his stomach began to settle.
He sighed in relief.
Over.
His torture was finally over.
Opening his eyes, he caught a child glancing at the train, then at him. The boy regarded him oddly with furrowed brows and pursed lips, as though he was a weird specimen who had just emerged from the train. Perhaps he had never seen someone as handsome or bulky as him?
The boyâs eyes glinted with undisguised amusement and then â in a completely unexpected move â burst into giggles beside his clueless mother.
Belatedly, the pieces clicked in his mind. His cheeks flushed with heat. Indignation flared in him at the growing awkwardness he felt. He was Laxus Dreyar, for Godâs sake.
A distraction. He needed a distraction.
Clearing his throat, he pretended to search inside his sling bag. His fingers brushed against the polished wood of a pair of chopsticks and the silk encasing it â the unofficial reward from his mission.
âWhy two pairs?â he asked, reluctantly accepting the two sets of silk-covered chopsticks from the requesterâs mother.
âOne for you, one for her.â
âW-who?â He had never mentioned anyone.
The elderly lady simply eyed him sharply. âYou know who.â
Only one person came to mind for the symbolic gift. A fluttering sensation stirred up in his chest; his heartbeat picked up rhythm at the prospect of giving the gift to its owner. Growing up as a Dreyar, there were very few times when he lacked confidence. His arse of a father denied him that luxury. Yet, all at once, foreign insecurities and doubts assaulted him.
Was the item too simple? Would she like it? What if she rejected him?
He gave himself a mental shake. What if, what if, what if â they would go on forever if he entertained the possibilities. No longer would his cowardice or hesitance stand in the way between them. Life would not merely happen to him â he would make life happen.
A small smile graced his lips as anticipation bloomed over meeting her again.
Iâm on my way back to you, Mira.
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âI see you from afar
Like this season, youâre so beautiful.
Passing the time I missed you, I come back to you.
Iâll come see you, yeah.â
- Super Junior-K.R.Y. - The Way Back To You
Sunlight streamed in between the pink cloud of gently swaying sakura branches. Fragrant petals of youthful rosy shades slowly descended with the soft nudge of a breeze. Under the shade of those scenic trees, he found a woman who was just as beautiful as them, if not more.
Kindly read the rest (because Tumblr has a new word limit) on AO3.
Chapter 1: Juvia | Chapter 2: Gray | Chapter 3: Jellal
Of Nightmares and Promises is a collection of oneshots with nightmares and promises being the central theme. Although Chap 1 and 2 are twoshots, it is not necessary to read them in order.
@aconstellationofmemories I TAKE BACK MY THANK YOU HOW THE HELL COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??? TO MY FEELINGS???? UGH YOU SICK WOMAN đđđ
The one thing you write for Miraxus week and it's fucking angst are you kidding. I'm shedding tears rn and it's been like 3 minutes since I finished. Like wtf. Still loved this with my whole heart like wowwww, but I just want to kick your ass personally
















