#mystlaxus

[akaikali]

100 years quest gave me long-haired mystogan I'm losing my mind (if you wanna see mystogan with some personality and attitude, here's my mystlaxus fic and ppl went insane over mystogan)

also i dont ship mystogan and knightwalker but I DO think mystogan is a girldad so my headcanon for that chapter in 100 years quest is that its a surrogate situation.

i also am planning a fic where mystogan ends up with edolas version of laxus because in one of my fics, erza says "no matter which world, laxus and jellal seem to find each other"

(also on the top left, he DEFINITELY said that while sparring with laxus)

[cobaltcrested]

mystogan @ laxus’ teeth: 👀💦

[withachanceoflaxus]

"Stop hogging the blankets." Cue a frown as he attempts to drag the covers back onto himself. ( FROM MYST, OBVIOUSLY!! )

half asleep, laxus grunted and blinked his eyes open. he did keep his house cool-cold because he detested too much heat. he typically ran hot and it made for being in the heat, well. annoying.

 apparently, his current bed mate was not to happy with the way things were and in a huff, laxus turned and looked at mystogan as he dragged the blankets over with him. sure, laxus may have had too much but. there was one simple solution. he tucked closer to mystogan (one, or both of them, must have moved away from the other in their sleep) and slipped his arm under him and one of his legs over mystogan’s. 

“if you’re so cold, myst, you could just get closer.” he murmured. he was still tired, it was a long day and sometimes even laxus could get worn out. 

(exhaustion clung to him more often than not)

he tucked his head on top of mystogan’s, he felt warm now and secure after wrapping himself around mystogan as if the other was a giant teddy bear. oh well. he hasn’t been pushed aside yet, so he didn’t think the other minded too much. in his half-awake-half-asleep state, he kissed the top of mystogan’s hair that peaked out (blue and what a color, too) and slowly drifted off.

[sinshckled]

@withachanceoflaxus asked…   ( x )

❤  for myst and laxus ;)

                                                        - - - - - - - - ( find my Mystogan on @cobaltcrested ! )

[akaikali]

Sketches from chapter 2 of, you guessed it, the Mystlaxus fic. I simply cannot be normal about Mystogan it's just impossible now.

God Laxus, I get it. I REALLY FUCKING GET IT. Also drunk Mystogan really is a menace and I fucking love Laxus being like "no, no. he's drunk. We're not going to do ANYTHING" and Mystogan is just making it difficult for him.

[akaikali]

thank my one Fairy Tail friend for putting the idea of Jellal and Mystogan in virgin-killer sweaters. i bless you all with pretty men being hot

I had to pause SEVERAL times while drawing this to take a couple breaths and go "oh FUCK they're so attractive"

(Also nudge nudge you get a cookie if you recognize whose coat they're both holding/wearing)

[akaikali]

Mystogan sketches from chapter one of my Mystlaxus fic. I had a crisis while drawing these bc it was making me feel very not ace I was suffering. I desire him carnally.

He's so stupidly hot in this fic he's exactly my type. I wrote the fucking fic so of course he's my type. I'm actually feral about this.

Outfit redesigns are inspired by convos with my friend @mikita-mn or Mikita_Vex on twt who drew their own Mystogan redesigns

Laxus move its my turn to fuck the bratty prince-

[cobaltcrested]

━━━ ━ -  *. ★  CONTINUED FROM... ( x )

     The slurred complaints he got in return of his intervention made Jellal’s eyebrow ( arch ); if Laxus meant to get him to SYMPATHIZE, it failed royally. In fact, the masked wizard felt his choice only validated further.

     “If you drink ANY MORE, you will REGRET it tomorrow”, the lost prince merely ( quietly ) replied, shrugging his shoulders.

     When the Lightning Mage’s head pressed against his thigh, Jellal sucked in a breath, feeling warmth spread in his chest. It wasn’t that this was unusual, far from it --- they’d been far more intimate during countless past encounters. Yet this still got to him... the more innocent, gentle contacts; the type of closeness he’d resolved himself to shove away when he’d left Edolas to save this parallel one.

     Still, the drunken stupor of his fellow guildmate made the ( entire experience ) much less ENDEARING.

     “Oh, quit it. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

                          ( not that he’d be there still; the thought was pondered sadly. )

     The gesture was hesitant, but he raised a gloved hand to the top of Laxus’ head and let his fingers thread through the golden locks, in a manner he hoped was pleasing.

                             “I think…. I think it’s sleepy time for Laxus.” 

     --- Jellal snorted lightly, quietly.

                                “I wish i remembered… lullaby. D’you have one?” 

                                                               ( ... )

     “A lullaby?”

     He hesitated, fingers halting their movements in the blond hair of the man. What a strange request. What a strange feeling it gave him as well, knotting his stomach so tightly.

     ( But the lyrics came to him, softly, and the Prince of Edolas ended up lulling his ‘friend’ to sleep, with nothing short of the song his mother used to sing to him. ) 

@withachanceoflaxus ♥