Chapter 1

It was an unusual day for Fairy Tail. Even though boozes splashed everywhere, people wracking the tables and noises were nowhere around the safe frequency, there were two Fairy Tail mages were being united and celebrated. It was yet another Fairy Tail merry wedding. There were white petals and green leaves, almost wilted in wine. Laxus was drinking his own beer, enjoying the bubbles running down his throat as he laughed with his team.

"So, Erza and Jellal are expecting, and now Gray and Juvia are married. What now?" Evergreen slammed her beer on the table.

"You and Elfman can get down to it too," Bixlow joked, as his minions repeated 'get down too' several times.

"Shut up! Why the hell do I must get acquainted with that guy?" Evergreen protested.

"I think Laxus should get married next!" Freed said hopefully, glancing while battling his eyes towards his leader.

"Why the hell should I?" Laxus groaned in disapproval, in which Freed sighed dejectedly.

"You reached the age of marriage," Evergreen nodded in agreement.

"Don't be silly. I'm probably in line for the next guild master. I need to focus on being one," Laxus downed his beer yet again.

"Guild master?" Evergreen tucked her glasses. "A guild master who sleeps around? How appropriate."

Laxus snarled. "Are you looking down at me?"

"No," Evergreen shrugged. "But you seriously think Master would let a womanizer who had different girls on his bed to be the guild master? I don't think so."

"Just wait and see," Laxus snickered. He took his beer again, glancing towards Gray who was trying to strip away from his tuxedo just to have a pregnant Erza shoving her sword towards him with a death glare. Erza had been in a bad mood quite a lot since she was expecting—hormones kicking in Laxus' opinion. She was fussing about how her armor won't fit her anymore, and how she can't move as fast anymore. Jellal hadn't complained though. Laxus wondered why. If the likes of Erza was his wife he would've just leave her alone—he wouldn't mess his mind with this kind of troublesome things.

As they were having a rowdy booze party, Makarov suddenly stood on the table, trying to make his dwarf appearance visible as he spoke.

"Greetings, fairies! I am so happy today that our obvious-but-they-didn't-know-themselves couple of ice and water finally get their butts on the altar."

There were laughter and cheers from the guild people to Makarov's speech. There was a sound of protest from Gray at one corner, and Makarov grinned at that.

"And because I am too happy, I would like to announce a very great news. In three months time, I will hereby introduce you all to a new guild master—Laxus Dreyar!" Makarov hold out his palm towards Laxus' seat.

Laxus blinked confusedly. Okay, that was fast, old man. But he couldn't help but to smirk at the announcement. He glanced towards Evergreen who was making a face while mumbling something that sounded like 'bullshit'.

"And also at the same time, he will get married to none other than our beloved Mirajane Strauss," Makarov was too excited to tell the news, and within seconds the guild cheered louder, tossing a few more barrels of wine for the uncalled news.

Laxus choked on his beer. "What?" he spat, but apparently wasn't heard by anyone as the guild had gotten noisy with the double celebration. "Wait, who's actually getting married?"

Evergreen was snickering at Laxus expression, enjoying the fact that she was partly right. While Laxus stole a glance towards the corner where Mirajane seated. He saw Mirajane looking as clueless as him, giving him some kind of sign language that he understood as 'what was this all about?'. Laxus had to shrugged, giving a sign of 'I don't know' as he sighed. What was this old man thinking actually?

"What are you trying to do here, old man?" Laxus stormed into Makarov's office, slamming his palm fiercely on his table. Makarov jumped just slightly at the sudden intrusion.

"What do you mean?" Makarov gave him an incredulous look.

"Since when did I even say I want to get married? And with Mira of all people? Are you kidding me?" Laxus voiced his protest.

"You don't want to be a master?" Makarov concluded in his own understanding.

"No! I agree with being the master, but not with the marriage."

Makarov squinted. "That is why. It's a package. If you're going to be a master, you have to marry her."

"Why should I?" Laxus felt like pulling out his hair.

"Do you think I wasn't aware of your habit? You had been sleeping around, and that is definitely not the kind of doing a guild master should have," Makarov preached smugly.

Laxus pulled a face. "And who do you think I took that from?" You're just as much of a pervert.

Makarov coughed a bit, trying to bring the topic back to his grandson. "Anyway, this is about you, and if you really want to shoulder the responsibility of being a master, learn to be responsible for being a husband."

Laxus rolled his eyes, obviously getting how Makarov tried to diverge the topic. "Why must it be Mira of all people?"

Makarov looked at him, frowning as if she was an obvious choice. "Who else? No one else can stand your arrogant behavior but her."

Laxus laughed at that. "You're wrong, pops. No one can stand me, not even her."

Mirajane was cleaning the counter when the guild was almost empty. It was late at night. There wasn't a single guild member around. As she put away some more clean glasses, she locked the cupboard, then she leaned against the counter. She almost couldn't believe the announcement made last week during Gray and Juvia's wedding party. Was she really getting married? She wasn't informed beforehand. It was a shocking news to her. And by the way Laxus looked at her that night, it seemed like it was one for him too. Was it Master Makarov's order?

"Mira-chan, why are you not going home yet?" Makarov greeted from the second floor, sitting while holding his staff at the railing.

Mirajane looked up, smiling a bit at her beloved Master. "I was just planning to leave."

"Yes, be careful on your way," Makarov nodded, smoking on his pipe.

Mirajane turned around, ready to leave when she paused, deciding that it was the best time to ask the Master. There wasn't a single soul around anyway. She fidgeted a bit before turning back to face the old man.

"Master, is the wedding announcement real?" she asked rather abruptly.

Makarov looked down to her, blowing out a few puff of smokes from his lips as he chuckled. "Yes. I hope you won't object the wedding I planned."

"Why must it be me?" she frowned a bit.

"I might be old but I'm not blind, Mira-chan," Makarov laughed. "And hey, who would have guessed that the guild matchmaker actually fell for the lightning dragon slayer?"

Mirajane blushed at that, making Makarov laughed harder.

"I knew, Mira-chan, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. And really, you are the only one who can put up with his crazy antics—and power. He needs to tone down if he is to replace my position," he added, waving his hand dismissively.

"But he wouldn't like it—"

"He already accepted it," Makarov cut her off. "So if you agree, the wedding will be in three months."

Mirajane stared at him in disbelief. Did Laxus has the same feeling as her? Why would he accept her as his wife if he did not?

"So? What do you say?" Makarov repeated the question.

Mirajane hesitated a bit before nodded timidly, looking down as a rosy blush crept onto her fair cheeks. She heard Makarov chuckled and mumbled a 'good' before smoking his pipe again. There was a sense of happiness budding inside her heart. It was almost surreal. She was getting married with her secret crush. Well, he wasn't really her crush before. He used to be very selfish and arrogant, a womanizer on top of that. Mirajane never thought she would fall for him back then. But time probably had changed him. He was like a totally different man. He became somewhat a very responsible man, caring and strong. He still had some harsh attitude, but he had a soft heart in her opinion.

It was too late for her to even stop herself. Mirajane fell for this Laxus. And she wasn't a goddess to deny her own feelings. Even so she didn't expect to get married with this man. Life can't be better.

The wedding reception was just as merrily as when Gray and Juvia had their party. People almost couldn't believe that Fairy Tail was having two pairs of newly weds in three months time. Mirajane was wearing a plain white wedding gown, looking just as pure as a bride when Elfman walked her down the aisle. It was surprisingly such a smooth wedding, squeezing out 'I do' from both sides before the whole guests turned into a chaotic party again.

That night when the party ended, Makarov had called both newlyweds to his office. The new Mr & Mrs Dreyar had arrived as called, and they noticed the new Mr & Mrs Fullbuster were already there.

"So, I was planning to give these to all of you," Makarov said, spreading four tickets on his table. Laxus eyed the tickets.

Juvia's eyes sparkled at the sight. "Honeymoon!" she clasped her hands excitedly.

Makarov chuckled. "Yes, I was planning to give it to you earlier but since Laxus and Mira-chan were getting married too, I postponed it so you can go together. It's like a double date."

Juvia almost danced around the office, and Mirajane giggled softly at her cute reaction. "Gray-sama, can we go with them?"

Gray frowned. "But we still have some more missions to do."

"Aww, can't we wait for another few days? We haven't had our alone time," Juvia frowned pleadingly, making Gray shift slightly.

"Okay, okay, fine. We're going," Gray gave in, and Juvia cheered at that.

Makarov turned to Laxus. "And you?"

Laxus shrugged, not really interested. "I can go and have some fun."

"Good," Makarov nodded as he confirmed the ticket.

The fresh breeze of the beach fanned across their faces softly, blowing their hairs as Juvia and Mirajane stepped closer to the soft waves. Juvia was clearly excited, since it was the ocean—her favorite place. Gray was wearing his short pants and a half-buttoned shirt, tucking his hands into his side pockets as he watched his newly wed wife. He loved the ocean, but that day he realized that going to ocean with your guild felt way different than when you went there alone with your wife. He looked back at Laxus, who was relaxing on the beach chair wearing a pair of shade.

"Not joining your wife?" Gray asked.

Laxus tilted his head, staring back at Gray before shaking his head dismissively. "Nah, not interested."

Gray frowned a bit, but shrugged it off anyway. Slowly he stepped towards Juvia, and he noticed Laxus scoffing before picking himself up and left the beach.

Throwing himself on the comfy bed in his hotel room, Laxus jeered desperately. "This is so damn boring, argh!" scratching his head roughly, he sighed.

But before he can do anything, the door was opened, and he saw Mirajane walking in. His naughty eyes drank in the view of her curvaceous figure, perfectly exposed with her two piece bikini. He wasn't up for a marriage, but having a little hot sex with this hottie won't be too bad, perhaps. He almost drooled at the thought of yanking away those tiny pieces of clothing from that sinfully sexy body.

Mirajane closed the door carefully, turning to her new husband, sitting by the side of their bed. "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Laxus blinked, quickly pulling his mind back to reality. "Yeah, why?"

"You don't look like you enjoy yourself."

Laxus scrunched his face. "It's a honeymoon, I can't even bring a beach girl on my bed."

Mirajane frowned. "You're married."

Laxus turned his head, staring into her before sitting up, leveling her eyes. "What?"

"You're married, Laxus," Mirajane repeated with a small frown.

Laxus rolled his eyes. "Excuse me. I think you're getting the wrong idea here. I marry you to be the guild master. It's not necessary for me to sleep with you only."

Mirajane frowned deeper. "Wait. What? Are you telling me you were forced into this?"

"That gramps didn't tell you?" Laxus asked as if it was obvious. "He made it as a condition. I just had to."

"I'm not a thing to be exchanged with your position!" Mirajane's face turned darker. She couldn't believe it. She was young, and here she thought she would have a normal marriage, sailing through a new life with her partner but it seemed like she was totally wrong from the start. She could feel her heart and hopes shattered.

"Gramps condition. Yell at him, not me," Laxus raised his hands in surrender. "But hey, are you a virgin?"

Mirajane almost couldn't believe how Laxus could say it as if it was nothing. It was just a few days ago when they vowed to the God to stay loyal to each other, loving, caring and all those nice stuff that only existed in her imagination. Were all those lies? Was she wrong about her thought that he changed? Was this man sitting in front of her still the same Laxus she knew as a jerk? Mirajane couldn't understand a single thing anymore. She could almost feel something warm stinging her eyes, but she refused to cry.

"Don't touch me," her voice came out stiff.

Laxus blinked, staring at her dumbly.

"Go sleep around with anyone you want, but never touch me," her expression was dark, and for a second, Laxus thought her eyes shone of her satanic soul. But she didn't transformed into one.

And before Laxus could say anything, Mirajane stood, leaving the room in a rush. He sat there still for another few seconds before shrugging. "Okay," he let himself fell back on the mattress, savoring the relaxing feel of the bed. If Mira doesn't plan to return tonight, I can just go to the bar and get into the pants of some girls around here. Sounds like a plan. Mira approved after all. Laxus smirked.

A/N: This idea just came out in my mind, and I feel like the plot kinda suit Miraxus so I decided to write it down. I might not update too often though, since I still have my other multi-chaps, but I will try to finish this fic. I hope it won't be too long. Enjoy!