#gajaxus

[itsfasterifyouroll]

aw yee

[angelb0yfriend-moved]

Wow i can't believe he said that

[sugaradore]

🔩⚡Realize That I Could Save You🔩⚡

[itsfasterifyouroll]

uuhhhiluvthem 

[angelb0yfriend-moved]

Ok im in a laxeel mood now so can I just say that Gajeel most definetly sleeps with his head in laxus's neck with his chin resting on Gajeel's head theyre at the perfect height difference for this

[angelb0yfriend-moved]

Hunk boutta pounce

[itsfasterifyouroll]

kissu

His lips are soft and slightly chapped when they brush against his own. Gajeel lets out a soft shuddering breath as those dark blue eyes connect with his own wide ones. He wasn’t expecting something like- they weren’t even dating! Hell, they were just close enough to be called acquaintances, bordering on friends. ( That’s a bit of a lie but he digresses.) 

He clenches his fist, the hand with the ring that Laxus got for him when they went to the music festival. The same music festival where they held hands (linked pinkies if you wanna be technical) and ate from the same tray. Where they watched concert after concert and Gajeel noticed how warm he felt whenever he saw those amused smirks and even rarer smiles. Where they...

They... weren’t dating, right? But when Laxus begins to pull back he still finds himself leaning in, chasing the other's lips. They bump noses and their teeth clack because as always, Gajeel uses much too much force. “Shit! Sorry, sorry.” Laxus had jerked his head back slightly, running his tongue over his front teeth as he peers at Gajeel through half-lidded eyes. There’s a look on the blonde's face— his gaze soft and full of affection. The corners of his mouth tilted up just so. “ ‘s fine, should’ve expected it from your hard headed ass.” His words are rude like they usually are but his hand is so warm against the back of his neck that Gajeel can’t really mind.   “Hm.” He also can’t be bothered to come up with something as his eyelids lower, those same lips coming closer and closer. This kiss is firmer, more confident. There’s a hand in his hair and cupping the back of his head. Laxus’ grip is just tight enough that he feels shivers down his spine. They trade chaste kisses back and forth each one growing longer, then there’s a sliver of tongue and Gajeel is making this soft sound in the back of his throat. He’s gripping the blondes shirt collar, pulling him closer. As close as he can get him at this moment. He wants more and he doesn’t want this to stop. He’s still a little confused about where they stand but he’s feeling really good right now. However, it doesn’t seem like the taller male has the same idea, seeing as he breaks the kiss, but doesn’t move too far back. His breathing has been reduced to light pants and Gajeel is no better. “We should head back,”  Laxus says, remembering that they were only supposed to be getting drinks and between them getting into an argument before this he’s sure they’ve been gone for a questionable amount of time. “Mm,” Gajeel hums before he tugs at the other's shirt, urging him to lean back down. “The drinks are gonna get warm.” Gajeel frowns when he doesn’t receive the kiss he wants. ” ‘m sure they can wait longer,” Gajeel mutters, now kissing at his jaw and trailing down to his neck. How could he not when it was just there, tempting him. Laxus doesn’t even put up much of a fight, tipping his head back a bit in encouragement. His warm hands slipping down to cup the dark-haired males ass. He gives a testing squeeze, finding himself pleased that it’s just as firm as it looks. Gajeels small nips transition to sucking and biting, his cheeks a dark pink from the touch and he gives a particularly hard bite in return for the embarrassment he’s feeling. Laxus clicks his tongue at the rough treatment in retaliation he lifts his hand and brings it back down with a satisfying sounding ‘thwack.’ The hit drags a grunt out of Gajeel, immediately after he scowls up at the blonde. “The hell’s your problem, that shit hurt.” He says indignantly. “You fuckin’ bit me”, the blonde sneers back at him. “Yeah?” Gajeel looks genuinely confused, brows furrowed,” it’s not like you didn’t deserve it.” Laxus frowns at him and does it again. The two easily fall into an argument, familiar insults slipping from their lips. Somewhere during the quarrel, they begin kissing again. When the two show up much later cheeks still slightly flushed and lips bruised nobody looks surprised, just a bit exasperated. Cana rolls her eyes as she snags the bag of warm beer,” shoulda’ known better than to send you two.” She mutters as she grabs one out and pops the tab and takes a sip. “Might wanna cover up that bite mark Laxy.” She smirks, knocking her shoulder into the blondes as she walks past her loud chortles following her.

[itsfasterifyouroll]

Shenanigans

I’m working on a chaptered laxeel fic it’s a highschool AU bc its fun and easy to write lmao this is like a outtake i guess

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Gajeel sneers at him before he grabs his book bag and slings a strap over his shoulder. He drops the box on the table, just gentle enough that the contents inside don’t get messed up but it makes a soft thudding noise when it lands. Laxus snorts, he was so passive aggressive. “Whatever. Bye.” Gajeel grumbles, getting ready to depart. “Wait, come here.” The blonde says although he’s already grabbing his wrist and drawing him forward. Gajeel scowls at the demanding tone but he goes along with the movement easy enough. ”The hell is it now?” “You forgot something,” Laxus claimed. There’s a look in his eyes that makes the dark-haired male pause and reassess the situation. He shifts and glances away for a moment, the tips of his ears feeling hot. Then there are fingers cradling his jaw, turning his face back to the taller male. There’s amusement in his gaze that makes Gajeel feel a flicker of irritation. His anger subsides soon enough when warm lips press against his. It’s a chaste kiss, short and sweet. When it’s over those red eyes flutter open, looking a bit dazed from such a simple action. Laxus’ gaze is intense as he stares down at him, thumb idly rubbing against Gajeels chin,  occasionally catching on his bottom lip. He watches how the shorter males unguarded face slowly morphs back into his usual scowl. Gajeel lightly jerks his head back and out of his grip. His cheeks are still pink but he looks annoyed. He takes a step back, putting space between them. “I didn’t forget that shit, you dumb bastard.” “I guess I forgot something then.” He switches it up, the corner of his mouth quirking up. Gajeel narrows his eyes, hating how smug he looked. “Actually, I think I did forget somethin’.” He reconsiders. Gajeel lets his book bag slide down his arm and onto the ground. He makes sure to kick it to the side before he springs onto the unsuspecting blonde.

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He sits on the bleachers, arms crossed and eyes closed. His headphones blocking the rest of the world out. Or more specifically blocking out the ragtag group of people he calls family as he had been doing all day.

“Oi Laxus, why are there hickeys on your face?”

"..."

Down on the baseball field, Gajeel watches smugly as Laxus gets harassed.