Summary: Laxus ends up purchasing a painting of Mira….

Pairings: Sibling Mira/Elfman/Lisanna, Reedus/Wendy friendship, Laxus/Mira, one-sided OCs/Fairy Tail girls, and implied other pairings and friendships.

YouTube Prompt: Natsu/Lucy video to 'Blame it on Me' by George Ezra.

When Reedus was desperately in need of money, he decided to paint a portrait of Mirajane and auction it off.

After all, Mira was a favourite of everyone. She was probably the most beautiful girl alive and there wasn't a bloke that didn't fantasise about her at some point in their life (apart from Natsu who was probably too stupid and gay men, of course). Any painting of Mirajane would bring in a fortune for Reedus.

This painting was going to make Reedus a millionaire.

He would like to point out that Mira had suggested the outfit, and the pose, and everything else (so please Erza, don't kill him!), and he was not a pervert.

Though he was now going to have a few dreams of Mira in black leather now.

"REEDUS!" Elfman thundered at the unveiling. "I demand an explanation of this unmanly picture of my sister! It is incredibly unmanly of you to paint such a whorish depiction of Nee-San as a….as a…."

"Yes, Elfman?" Mira prodded in a dangerous voice. "I am a whorish depiction of what, exactly?"

"N-n-nee-san!" Elfman trembled fearfully. "I only meant…..erm….you…..I'M SORRY FOR BEING SO UNMANLY!" he wailed, tears running down his cheeks, "FORGIVE ME, NEE-SAN!"

"There, there, Elfman-nii," Lisanna cooed as she patted Elfman's arm soothingly, "I'm sure Mira-nee will forgive you. You were only looking out for her best interests but you got to remember Mira-nee can take care of herself."

Elfman continued to blubber as Lisanna herded him far away from the portrait as possible.

"Did you pose for that, Mira-san?" Wendy asked wide-eyed. "It was a sanctioned painting?"

"Mm!" Mira hummed in agreement. "It was my idea. That outfit needed to be put to a good use, I haven't worn it since my clubbing days which have been long ago now, Ara! It was so much fun to pose again, and to do it for charity, well that just makes it even better."

"What's the charity?" Wendy asked curiously.

Reedus looked up in a solemn manner. "Starving Artists Foundation," he dead-panned.

"In other words," Max raised an eyebrow, "You."

"Well look at me!" Reedus snapped defensively. "I lost so much weight in the last seven years. I'm now skin and bones, can you blame me?!"

"….Yes," Max, Mira, and Charle all said.

Wendy, however, merely shot Reedus a sympathetic look. "I'll help with the bidding," she promised sweetly, "I'll get them to make it really high so you won't ever have to starve again!"

"Wendy!" Charle hissed. "Don't play right into that man's hands!"

Reedus patted Wendy fondly on the head. "Thank you but I doubt that's necessary," he smirked, "I think nearly every rich man in the country responded to my advert."

Everyone couldn't help but sweat-drop in the agreement as they took in the sight of the guild crammed to the brim of every rich, perverted, man in the land, all trying to get closer to the painting, or to a Fairy Tail girl in general. Juvia and Levy had to hide behind Gajeel's intimidating form, Kinana had slapped five hands away from her bottom in the last ten minutes, Erza was sharpening her swords in a menacing manner, and both Bisca and Lucy were struggling to keep Alzack and Natsu from attacking Reedus' guests.

"Right then," Reedus rubbed his hands greedily, "l think it's time to start. If you would be so kind, Max."

Max grinned as he stomped on the stage, getting everyone's attention, "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" he bellowed down a microphone. "WELCOME TO THIS EVENING'S AUCTION FOR THE LOVELY, SAUCY, PAINTING OF MISS MIRAJANE STRAUSS! NOW I'LL START THE BIDDING AT ONE THOUSAND JEWELS, WHO – EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

The guild members all watched in horror (and irritation) when not only Max but all their male guests were suddenly electrocuted into unconsciousness.

Laxus stepped out from behind a pillar and walked all over the bodies, uncaringly, he pulled out a large sack, dumped it on the table, and snatched the painting.

"Paint another like that, and I'll do the same to you," he hissed to Reedus, "paint another like that and try to sell it to someone who isn't me, and I'll murder you. Got it?"

"O-o-oui!"

You know maybe it was time Reedus looked into a different career. Like painting landscapes he could so paint landscapes. Nothing dangerous about landscapes.

(Sadly, he discovers, there's nothing all that exciting about landscapes either.)