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As a child, Laxus Dreyar bore the gifts of a Dragon's Lacrima. His power was overwhelming, his magic unstoppable, and his lust for dominance became all consuming. To be strong, and feared, and revered was all Laxus ever needed, and everything he did was in aid of that.
But what if something changed? What if the Lacrima didn’t settle right? What if scales covered his skin, if urges overwhelmed good sense, and a new priority he couldn’t understand became the sole focus of his life?
What if the dragon within began to burn, and all because of Freed Justine?
Written for Fraxus Week 2025.
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Everything about this mission went wrong: Laxus forgot his toothbrush and had to borrow Freed's, his sleeping bag mysteriously vanished, massive storms, road closures, delayed trains. Now, he's been cursed with something he never thought would be a weakness: his own hair. Laxus has to get through the next few days with super long hair without going totally insane or getting tangled in his own tresses. Luckily, he has Freed with him, who knows all too well how to handle long locks... and an irate Lightning Dragon Slayer.
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Dean has never been more aware of anyone's ass than he is right now.
There's Cas by the bar, ordering more drinks. There's no reason the Angel has to lean that much over the bar, feet planted, arching and bending and posing in a way that Dean knows is for him. Even this far away, Dean can see the seams of the damn seductive things. They cross each of Cas' perfect cheeks mid-bulge, a beacon for anyone and their brother (or sister) to see. Dean finds himself thinking just how many people are watching Cas' ass and wondering what those two very telling lines are.
(Month seven of twelve of a twelve-month romp through retirement)
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- Part 7 of Bees and Retirement
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Takemura is secured and captured during the Arasaka Assault Raid at his hideout, taking him to an undisclosed location. V must locate him and rescue him before he is hurt, or worse.
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“Take him alive,” the other said, standing above him and cuffing his hands behind his back. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the cold metal digging into his wrists. He couldn’t help but shout as he was picked up, the pain in his leg spiking up his entire body.
He wasn’t really given the option of walking, two guards carrying him towards the massive hole in the wall. The bright lights paired with the loud noises made his stomach lurch, closing his eyes in an effort to keep the cheap burger he ate recently down. Everything across his entire body was beginning to ache, perhaps he was more hurt than he previously thought and his adrenaline was keeping him from feeling the full extent of it. -
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V looks anywhere but Goro’s eyes.
“…thanks, Goro. For – for everything, I guess.”
Goro huffs indignantly. “V, now is hardly the time to –“
V cuts him off.
“No, this is definitely the time. I’m dying, Goro. I’m living on borrowed time, anytime I fall asleep could be my last. At any fucking moment, I could keel over and when I get back up, my body belongs to a shitty rock musician turned terrorist from the 20’s, cause there’s tiny little fucking robots in my head turning my brain into literal soup - that is, the part of my brain that wasn’t torn away by a small calibre bullet. So you know what, yeah, this is absolutely the time.”
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When V rescues Takemura from the collapsing hideout after their meeting with Hanako Arasaka takes a disastrous turn for the worst, he refuses to let the injured ronin run off by himself, instead taking him out far into the Badlands. Under the flickering neon light of a dingy motel bathroom, they wrench stray bullets and reluctant confessions out of each other – and perhaps the old dog can be taught some new tricks, after all.