AN: Hey guys! I was accidentally introduced to the perfect dad ship of Gildarts Clive and Silver Fullbuster (aptly named Sildarts). With the joy and excitement I had of finding another ship (that I immediately and earnestly was committed to), I wrote something quickly. This comes from the parenthood prompt list for the prompt:
Character needs to introduce their new love interest to their child.
Naturally, and as per usual, I interpreted this a bit different and so here we have 579 words of Cana having a conversation with (poor) Silver. Hope you guys enjoy!
"You and my dad have been friends for a while now…"
"Several years."
Cana hummed in acknowledgement as a breeze rolled through Magnolia park. Her arms rested lazily over the back of the bench she sat on, and she kept her legs spread wide, one folded over the top of the other, her foot tapping a steady beat into the grass. The weather was abnormally nice, and the ice cream she had made it that much more enjoyable—especially considering her current company. Her eyes slid to the side, in an attempt to discretely size the man up again.
Silver Fullbuster sat hunched over, elbows resting on his knees, and eyes focused on Cana. Silver and her father had been friends since as far back as she could remember—or at least long enough for her to consider him an adopted uncle. And if memory served correct, the two had supposedly met after crossing paths on a job, and had been inseparable since. Cana wasn't so sure if that was all the truth—she had just walked in on Silver and her father defiling each other no less than 30 minutes ago (in the hallway bathroom of all places). In her mad rush to flee the scene (and preserve her eyesight), she bolted from the house. Silver had managed to catch up to her, and thought talking about his and her father's apparent relationship would be best done over frozen treats.
No one could ever call Silver a coward.
"So…Are you two dating?"
A heavy sigh, "yeah."
"For how long?"
It had been a while but technically four years. Four long years because they hadn't realized they had begun to develop real feelings for each other. Four long, quiet years cause they couldn't ever quite figure out how to tell their kids.
"Does it matter?" Silver looked weary, exhausted with the sheer effort (or bravery) it took to sit besides her after what had just transpired.
"I'm not going to call you dad." Cana brought her focus back to her cone.
"No…we didn't expect you to," he replied and there was a smile in his tone.
"We." She echoed, receiving a nervous hum in response. Rolling her eyes she gestured towards his hands, "you should probably eat your popsicle before it melts."
"I'm…" He searched for an answer, he had bought the popsicle but hadn't really wanted it. "Not that hungry. I already ate."
"Yeah," she drawled. "I saw."
Silver flinched, his hand meeting his face in honest embarrassment as he mumbled something into his palm about locks and doors.
"In any case," she paused to take a bite into her nearly finished soft serve. "I see you got promoted from ambiguous uncle to something much more substantial. Congrats."
He stared at her in wide-eyed horror, a distinguished flush to his face that creeped all the way up to his hairline. "Cana!" He managed, surprised by the octave his voice teetered into.
"If you make my dad happy though…" Her voice trailed off, implications hovering on the gentle fall breeze.
Silver's embarrassment slowly turned into understanding, and the heat on his cheeks now warmed his smile. "Thanks, Cana."
"I always knew there was something going on with you two," Cana snorted, her hostile facade breaking. "But I'm the least of your worries, have you guys told Gray yet?" She could barely contain her grin.
(Silver promptly plunged the world into another ice age.)
(Gray could wait.)
AN: Though I don't think that'll help anything cause Gray would surely survive a deep freeze, haha! When a good family friend turns to a good family uncle, that turns into a good new parent. Congrats, you two!
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