I am on time for once? A miracle.
I originally wrote this to be Cobra x Mest, but somehow it became a threesome in the execution. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Title: Deja Vu
Pairing: Mest x Cobra x Jellal
Requester: a gift to evilkitten3, singularred, and paplogia
Prompt: None - was a gift
"Oh look who's come to join the party," Cobra sneered at the man who'd appeared in the midst of Crime Sorciere's camp narrowly avoiding stepping straight into the campfire. "Not really a smart move," Cobra taunted before the intruder could even speak a single word of greeting, "Appearing in the middle of a criminal organization's camp without any warning, like that. What if we panicked and you got hurt?"
Mest raised an eyebrow at the escaped criminal. "Criminal organization? I wouldn't know anything about that. I thought this was an independent guild."
"Uh huh," Cobra stated, unimpressed. "This coming from the man that broke us out of prison in the first place." After a moment's pause, he added, "And then left us for someone else to deal with."
This only made Mest smile - the exact opposite of the reaction Cobra had been going for. "No way. That wasn't me, Mest Gryder, longtime member of Fairy Tail. That was Doranbolt of the Magic Council. We do look alike, so I can see why it might be confusing."
Jellal stared at the pair from across the campfire, trying to process this exchange. He was getting some serious deja vu here. Also, he was feeling a bit neglected, as Mest and Cobra had yet to acknowledge his presence in the slightest.
Cobra laughed at Mest. "Doranbolt or Mest, it's all the same to me." Then he shrugged. "Not as if I didn't know from the beginning, anyway."
That froze Mest in his tracks. With a strangled choke, he asked, "What? You knew I was a spy for Fairy Tail the whole time? That I was a double agent?!"
Definitely deja vu. Jellal continued to silently sip his coffee. This was getting entertaining. Also, it was cold and he had no intention of moving from his warm spot unless he absolutely had to. Aside from which, they were adults and they could (probably) handle it like such.
The one-eyed man snorted at Mest's incredulity. "Of course I knew. I hear everything, remember? You can hide from yourself, but not from me."
"That's not… creepy at all," Mest muttered. "I'm just finding it hard to believe that you never tried to blow my cover."
Now Cobra looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Didn't have any benefit for me."
"Somehow, I don't believe that either," the other man stated, peering suspiciously at Cobra. " Having a Council Mage you could blackmail would have worked out great for you."
Sighing, Cobra waved his hand in dismissal. "Only if you had believed me. And you wouldn't have. Couldn't cast any doubt on your reputation either if no one believed me. I'm an asshole, but there was nothing to gain from it. Besides…" His smile turned cruel. "Someday you'd find out the truth for yourself and beat yourself up over it. No need for me to lift a hand."
Mest deflated at Cobra's words. "Can't say you were wrong."
The uncomfortable expression returned on Cobra's face.
Could it be that the irascible dragon slayer was feeling… guilty? Fascinating.
Said dragon slayer shot Jellal a warning look. "Look, Mest. The past is the past. And you did break me out of prison… twice. Truce?"
"Yeah," Mest agreed. "Truce."
"On that note, what brings you here, Mest?" Jellal asked, speaking for the first time since the man's unexpected arrival.
Mest let out an unearthly screech in surprise, which sent Cobra simultaneously cowering from the shrill pitch and into fits of laughter.
Rude. Both of them.
