Only one more I promise
Title: And Into The Fire
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Elfman/Evergreen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 724
Summary: One protective older sister + one awkward situation + one couple who barely even like each other = oh god we're all going to die.
A/N: Written for a prompt at
kinkytail: "Elfman/Evergreen - Mirajane walks in on them having fun." I am poor at maintaining anonymity. Reposted primarily for archiving purposes.
"Are you planning to marry him?" asks Mirajane, hands on her hips, and not for the first time since she'd been caught riding the guild sweetheart's little brother like a mechanical bull did Evergreen wonder precisely how much trouble she'd get into if she froze Mira to stone and ran for the hills.
In fact, the only thing that kept her from doing so was that, as she'd learned from the past few weeks of screwing Elfman's brains out, that would mean skipping out on a good thing. A very good, fast-learning-in-spite-of-his-thick-ox-h
Instead, as Elfman chokes quietly on his own saliva beside her, Evergreen clears her throat and manages, "I don't, um--"
"Because in Fairy Tail, we expect our mages to take responsibility for their actions," says Mirajane, tapping a slippered toe as she glares with an authority that hasn't dimmed a watt in the absence of her Satan Soul form.
"Nee-san," Elfman coughs, "that was a joke--"
"It was a ploy to distract you!" Evergreen adds. "We didn't mean--"
"How long," Mira interrupts sternly, "has this been going on?"
Evergreen casts a sidelong glance at Elfman to find him glancing back. "Three weeks," they mumble in unison.
"And nobody told me?" Mira asks, looking positively dejected now, which Elfman doesn't, for some reason, appear to consider an improvement over 'fearsome'.
"Nee-san, we didn't--"
"My little brother finds a girlfriend and doesn't even tell his big sister!?"
Now it's Evergreen's turn to choke. "Girlfriend--"
But Elfman cuts her off. "Uh, nee-san, i-it's not really--"
Fearsome Mirajane is back on, full-blast. "I see," she says icily, and why is she glaring at Evergreen like she's seduced some innocent, not-too-bright teenager and has been secretly having her way with him in his own bedroom for the past - okay, so maybe it's a justifiable glare, but Ever doesn't have to like it.
Evergreen feels like she's gotten caught in one of Fried's traps and has to choose a spell very carefully if she wants to get out. She clears her throat delicately and laces her fingers together in front of herself on the tabletop. "We just thought," she says slowly, "that it might be a little too soon for us to come out in public about, um. Our...relationship." It's a little like chewing tinfoil. "We wanted to...take things slow. And see where this was going. Before we told you."
Elfman nods insistently beside her. Mira looks vaguely suspicious. "Take things slow?" she asks, clearly a little incredulous. "That didn't seem very slow," she adds uncomfortably, gesturing toward Elfman's bedroom.
Ever is pretty sure she can feel the heat coming off of Elfman's face from where she sits. "It wasn't," she stops herself from saying, and instead stutters out a few syllables before Elfman rescues her.
"It was, uh, an expression of, um, our...our..." He looks to Evergreen for help, and she could swear she's never seen a more awkward expression on a man's face.
"...Love," Evergreen adds, hoping desperately that Mirajane won't notice the way they're both clearly trying not to gag.
She doesn't. "Love!?" she squeaks, clapping her hands together, and Evergreen is pretty sure she's going to die but at least it isn't going to be by Mira's hand. "Oh, why didn't you tell me? That's so sweet! I just knew you two would be perfect for each other! You can get married in the spring and everyone will show up and--" she falters, "--and I'm sure your babies will be beautiful - I'll make pancakes! Elfman, go wake Lisanna up! Oh, she'll be so excited..."
At this point, Mirajane is in the kitchen, busily pulling pans and bowls out of cupboards, by the sound of it, as she chatters away about the possibility of designing Ever's wedding dress. Evergreen turns to fix Elfman with the most baleful stare she can muster. Kill me, she mouths, and Elfman, looking ill, shakes his head.
"I still need you," he whispers, "so I have a shield for when we break it to her."
With that, he gets up to shuffle off in misery, presumably to wake his little sister, and Evergreen takes a moment to compose herself before letting her head fall to the table with a thunk.
That stupid bastard owes her at least an hour of oral sex for not locking his door.
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Elfman/Evergreen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 724
Summary: One protective older sister + one awkward situation + one couple who barely even like each other = oh god we're all going to die.
A/N: Written for a prompt at
kinkytail: "Elfman/Evergreen - Mirajane walks in on them having fun." I am poor at maintaining anonymity. Reposted primarily for archiving purposes."Are you planning to marry him?" asks Mirajane, hands on her hips, and not for the first time since she'd been caught riding the guild sweetheart's little brother like a mechanical bull did Evergreen wonder precisely how much trouble she'd get into if she froze Mira to stone and ran for the hills.
In fact, the only thing that kept her from doing so was that, as she'd learned from the past few weeks of screwing Elfman's brains out, that would mean skipping out on a good thing. A very good, fast-learning-in-spite-of-his-thick-ox-h
Instead, as Elfman chokes quietly on his own saliva beside her, Evergreen clears her throat and manages, "I don't, um--"
"Because in Fairy Tail, we expect our mages to take responsibility for their actions," says Mirajane, tapping a slippered toe as she glares with an authority that hasn't dimmed a watt in the absence of her Satan Soul form.
"Nee-san," Elfman coughs, "that was a joke--"
"It was a ploy to distract you!" Evergreen adds. "We didn't mean--"
"How long," Mira interrupts sternly, "has this been going on?"
Evergreen casts a sidelong glance at Elfman to find him glancing back. "Three weeks," they mumble in unison.
"And nobody told me?" Mira asks, looking positively dejected now, which Elfman doesn't, for some reason, appear to consider an improvement over 'fearsome'.
"Nee-san, we didn't--"
"My little brother finds a girlfriend and doesn't even tell his big sister!?"
Now it's Evergreen's turn to choke. "Girlfriend--"
But Elfman cuts her off. "Uh, nee-san, i-it's not really--"
Fearsome Mirajane is back on, full-blast. "I see," she says icily, and why is she glaring at Evergreen like she's seduced some innocent, not-too-bright teenager and has been secretly having her way with him in his own bedroom for the past - okay, so maybe it's a justifiable glare, but Ever doesn't have to like it.
Evergreen feels like she's gotten caught in one of Fried's traps and has to choose a spell very carefully if she wants to get out. She clears her throat delicately and laces her fingers together in front of herself on the tabletop. "We just thought," she says slowly, "that it might be a little too soon for us to come out in public about, um. Our...relationship." It's a little like chewing tinfoil. "We wanted to...take things slow. And see where this was going. Before we told you."
Elfman nods insistently beside her. Mira looks vaguely suspicious. "Take things slow?" she asks, clearly a little incredulous. "That didn't seem very slow," she adds uncomfortably, gesturing toward Elfman's bedroom.
Ever is pretty sure she can feel the heat coming off of Elfman's face from where she sits. "It wasn't," she stops herself from saying, and instead stutters out a few syllables before Elfman rescues her.
"It was, uh, an expression of, um, our...our..." He looks to Evergreen for help, and she could swear she's never seen a more awkward expression on a man's face.
"...Love," Evergreen adds, hoping desperately that Mirajane won't notice the way they're both clearly trying not to gag.
She doesn't. "Love!?" she squeaks, clapping her hands together, and Evergreen is pretty sure she's going to die but at least it isn't going to be by Mira's hand. "Oh, why didn't you tell me? That's so sweet! I just knew you two would be perfect for each other! You can get married in the spring and everyone will show up and--" she falters, "--and I'm sure your babies will be beautiful - I'll make pancakes! Elfman, go wake Lisanna up! Oh, she'll be so excited..."
At this point, Mirajane is in the kitchen, busily pulling pans and bowls out of cupboards, by the sound of it, as she chatters away about the possibility of designing Ever's wedding dress. Evergreen turns to fix Elfman with the most baleful stare she can muster. Kill me, she mouths, and Elfman, looking ill, shakes his head.
"I still need you," he whispers, "so I have a shield for when we break it to her."
With that, he gets up to shuffle off in misery, presumably to wake his little sister, and Evergreen takes a moment to compose herself before letting her head fall to the table with a thunk.
That stupid bastard owes her at least an hour of oral sex for not locking his door.