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FT Ship Trials #51

Elfman Strauss X Lucy Heartfilia is

Elflu

or

Fera Constellation

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It was horribly, horribly lopsided.

Lucy scrunched up her face at the imperfect dessert, her hopes for a pristine confection for Elfman’s birthday painfully dashed in front of her eyes.  She knew she should have practiced making the cake ahead of time, but she’d thought it wouldn’t be too difficult.

Well... she’d been proven very wrong on that count, and now there wasn’t any time left for her to make the attempt again.  At least the icing had turned out alright.

Or not, she realized as soon as she stuck a finger in it with the intent to taste test.  It was a bit hard, having been made too soon.  And she didn’t have the supplies to prepare a second batch or the know-how to salvage everything.

As far as failures went, it wasn’t the worst, but it was extremely embarrassing - especially given Elfman’s prowess in the baking department, as well as that of his sisters.

Maybe the icing would melt a little on the still hot cake, she decided.

The end result was a bit runny, and still rather sad to look at, but it made Lucy smile anyway, knowing what her boyfriend’s reaction would be.  At the very least, he’d probably enjoy the message in shaky piping that she had managed to fit atop the dessert.

Indeed, true to her expectations, the man was delighted, reading it off with a great smile upon his face.

Have A Manly Birthday, Elfman!

AN: I very much half-baited on this, I was very tired though last night. So this story isn’t exactly top-notch but it is here.

Word count: 248

Rated: K

Prompt: Fever

Lucys temperature boiled, her eyebrows creased in pain as she slept, a thick layer of sweat on her flush skin.

Due to the fever Lucy had encountered on her last job request, Elfman had offered to care for her according to Erzas concern and Team Natsu leaving. Currently the buff man tided her home, a “men wear pink” apron adorning his hips.

He vacuumed her floors, dusted off the counters, cleaned her desk top and even made her a lunch by the time noon arrived. With all the chores done, excluding her laundry for private reasons, Elfman sat at Lucys kitchen table, drumming his fingers on the wooden surface.

“Man, who knew playing doctor could be so boring.”

“Oh, so you’re the doctor?” A soft giggled cut the quiet of the room causing Elfman to turn.

Before him was a staggered Lucy Heartfilia, her blonde hair tangled and smile hiding a whimper.

Seeing the way her body trembled, Elfman rose from his seat to lead the lady into a chair.

“You should still be in bed.”

“I got hungry,” she answered, allowing him to help lower herself into a sitting position.

Elfman only heaved a sigh, handing the blonde a cup of water and placing a bowl of chowder on the table. He then went behind her, rubbing Lucys tense shoulders as she ate.