Update is a little later than usual this afternoon, sorry about that.

Series: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Elfman Strauss/Evergreen

Title: The Model Couple

Prompt: In a different clothing style (Lolita)

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: 2151

"Your boyfriend looks jealous." Freed's voice hit Evergreen's ears and she grimaced.

"Not right now, the camera is on us." The young lady responded.

The pair was currently posing for the newest cover of Sorcerer Magazine. The two donned blue and white, sailor style, school uniforms, though neither of them were still high school aged. However, the photographer's insisted that different fashion styles were the theme of this issue, and "Sailor Fuku" always caught the customers' eyes.

When Evergreen was invited along with Freed to model together, she told Elfman he didn't need to feel obligated to come along. "It will only be a lot of standing around and smiling to the camera. You'll just get bored." She told him. But he had insisted; they had planned a date on the same day as the shoot, and he thought if he came along, they could leave right afterwards and get on with their outing without much delay.

But Evergreen was right. It was a long, boring process of standing outside of the camera's reach, watching Ever pose with Freed, the two of them wearing fake smile and overdone fashion, and they had to stand so close.

Elfman knew Freed didn't feel that way about Evergreen, and he knew the rune mage respected their relationship, but still…

"What's with that look?" Evergreen's voice broke his train of thought. The young woman walked up to him, pulling her hair out of the ponytail the make up artists had styled it in.

"You two look like a real couple." Elfman grumbled.

"Well, we're not." Evergreen responded, and slapped his arm with the back of her hand.

Elfman sighed in defeat, he knew he was being immature. "Are you done yet?"

"No. They want to get at least one more style in." She answered him, "If I let them have their way, we wouldn't be done before nightfall."

Elfman frowned, but Evergreen leaned against him softly and said, "Don't pout, you big oaf. We'll get out of here soon. Seriously, when's the last time I've let anyone have their way with me?"

She looked up at her boyfriend as he stared at her with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face. Her cheeks turned pink and she punched his side. "You don't count, stupid." The fairy queen stood up straight and turned on her heels. "I'm going to get my make up done for the next shoot."

"Okay." Elfman said with a chuckle, he couldn't help but laugh when Evergreen covered up her embarrassment with a prideful spat. He watched her walk towards a door on the wall of the studio marked "Make Up Room," but right before she reached the door, she turned back around to him.

"Won't you come along this time?" She asked him with a sly voice. Elfman couldn't think of any reason he would need to join Ever while she had her make up and hair done, but when she asked him a question in that tone, it was always actually an order, disguised as a request, so he quickly obeyed and followed her into the room.

Elfman was quite shocked when he arrived in the make up room. Almost instantly, he had two women forcing him into a seat in front of a mirror, and one began subduing his disheveled hair, while the other rubbed some kind of cream over his face. The whole time, Ever sat in the seat next to him, the same kind of treatment being put upon her, but she was content and not puzzled like he. In fact, whenever he glanced over to her, he was sure he saw a smirk upon the young lady's face.

"Ever, what's happening?" He asked, completely lost on what situation he was in and how he got into it.

"Please don't speak, Mister Elfman." One of the make up artists told him, "You'll smear your make up."

"I'm a man! Men don't wear make up!" Elfman roared.

"Elfman. Quiet." Evergreen's voice said sternly. The woman was looking forward at her reflection as her hair was being tied into an intricate style of braid, which was being sewn around her head like a halo. She didn't give him a glance, but held a steely gaze.

Elfman kept quiet from that moment on, not arguing with whatever the ladies put on his skin to make it shine, or the way they drew eyebrows onto his hairless brows. He tried to hold an astute gaze as his girlfriend did, but he couldn't help but worry about what he had gotten himself into.

When the stylists were done with him, Elfman stared at himself in the mirror. His skin had a certain sheen to it, and the scar on the right of his face was almost hidden with make up. His hair had been straightened and it fell flat against the back of his neck. His bangs hung over his right eye, and the bangs to the left were clipped into the rest of his hair.

He turned his head to Evergreen, to see that her treatment was just about finished also. The stylists were just slipping the last couple of pins into her halo of hair to hold it in place. Her cheeks were stained pink with blush and her eyelashes were thick. She turned her head to Elfman when she was given the okay and she opened her eyes to show she was wearing a pair of bright green contacts and had removed her glasses to do so.

"Ever… you look—" Elfman's words were cut off as he was lifted from his seat by his two stylists, and began to be pushed out the door and down the hallway towards another room. Evergeen walked beside him, with her stylists following and smirked. "We're not done yet." She said with a sneer.

Elfman scowled, as he stood in shirtless in what appeared to him to be a wide changing room. He was wearing a pair of pants the stylists had given him to wear; they were long, a dark murky green color, made from a silky fabric, and they were wide all the way from his waist to his feet. The ladies had put a pair of shiny black boots on his feet and tucked the ends of the pants lets into the tops of them, so that they fabric billowed out around his calves.

He had him arms spread out as the two ladies dressing him could pull a white blouse over his shoulders. Its sleeves seemed just a puffy as the pants, and he wondered if it was even a man's shirt. He insisted on buttoning it himself, and then, once that was tucked into the lip of his pants, they put a vest that matched his pants in fabric and color over top the blouse, and he buttoned that up the middle with it's gold fasteners. And finally, over top of that, they pulled a sleeveless jacket of the same shade and material onto Elfman. This one did not button shut, but hung open, and it also hung all the way down to his ankles, making him worry he might back up and step on the expensive looking outfit.

The ladies tied a white cravat around his neck and fluffed it up, before giving him a muddy green top hat, since they could not reach the top of his head due to his height. He stared into the full-length mirror to his left and frowned upon his appearance. "What is all this?" He asked, though more to himself than anyone else in the room.

"It's called 'Lolita.'" Evergreen's voice responded, and Elfman watched her as she stepped into his dressing room. She was wearing a dark green dress with a wide skirt, which was puffed out with many a petticoat, the white ruffles of which peaked out from the edges. The dress had gold trim around the ends of the skirt and had two gold buttons on its upper half, one right under her bosom and one directly in the middle of it. She wore a matching, elbow length cape over top of it in the same color with similar gold trim, and underneath had a blouse with the same fluffy sleeves and matching cravat as Elfman's—though her cravat was much more lacy, and had a bow tied atop it also.

"You still haven't figured this out?" She asked him, stepping close and running a hand down his arm, "You look nice, Elf."

Elfman blushed, not used to Evergreen using his nickname in front of strangers, but then he realized that all the stylists had fled the room shortly after Evergreen had made her arrival known.

"Isn't this supposed to be your shoot with Freed? Why am I all dressed up?" He asked, as he stared down upon Ever and admired her beauty.

"Oh, wouldn't you know? Poor little Freed got a bit of a tummy ache." She said innocently, "and they needed a replacement and well, you were right there."

Elfman raised an eyebrow to her. "Is that really what happened?" He asked, not quite believing the brunette's story.

Evergreen pouted. "No." She growled and crossed her arms, "They told me 'you don't smile very well Miss Ever.'" She mimicked them in a whiny voice, "And 'pretend the camera is your boyfriend, Miss Ever.' It was irritating, so I told them if they wanted me to smile at my boyfriend that they should be shooting me with him."

Elfman blushed and reached up to run his hand through his hair self-consciously, but Evergreen grabbed his arm. "Don't, you'll mess up your make up. This has to be perfect or we'll be stuck here all day."

The take over mage lowered his hand and nodded understandingly. Then, Evergreen ran her hand down his arm and wrapped her fingers around his. "Now, let's get to the shoot before we hold them up any longer."

Elfman and Ever stood close to each in front of a large white sheet that hung from the ceiling. Cameras flashed as test shots were fired and the lighting was adjusted.

"It's so good that we had an outfit for Miss Evergreen that matched Mister Elfman's." A photographer said, "Finding an outfit to fit such a large frame wasn't that easy."

"For sure," Another responded, "but look at Miss Evergreen now. We couldn't have gotten that expression out of her even if we paid for it."

Evergreen was standing on her toes, reaching up and carefully pushing Elfman's hair around to the back of his neck. The young man was sweating nervously, but she kept looking up at him with a caring smile, and patting down any lose ends of his outfit.

"Alright Miss, would you wrap your arms around his neck if you could?" One of the photographers requested.

Evergreen obliged, and leaned against Elfman, looking him in the eyes as she wrapped her hands behind her neck. He couldn't help but think that her contacts were doing her confidence wonders. She sometimes completely avoided eye contact with him all together; worried she might slip and petrify him while they were having a moment. But now, she couldn't take her eyes off of him.

Elfman slipped an arm around her back and steadied her stance against him. He could hear the sound and see the lights of the flashing cameras, but all that was within his sight was Evergreens beauty.

Evergreen could see a look in the white haired man's eyes—a familiar look at that. "Don't you dare, Elfman." She growled at him quietly, but it was too late, as Elfman leaned in a kissed her lips softly.

"Yes, that's great." She heard a photographer say, "Hold that for a moment."

Evergreen dug her nails into the back of Elfman's neck to make it clear that she was not happy about this situation, but she felt him smile into the kiss. There was no getting through to this man.

"That's great. These are perfect. We're done here." The lead photographer said. Elfman moved his arm from Evergreen's back, and she lowered herself back down to her feet. She glared up at the man in front of her, but said nothing. Instead, she took his hand in hers and began walking out of the studio.

"We will return your fashion tomorrow." Evergreen told one of the stylist girls, not asking if it was all right, just telling them 'this is happening and you're going to deal with it.' The girls bowed politely to her as they passed.

"E-Ever! I don't want to go out like this? It's so unmanly!" Elfman complained.

"Too bad." The brunette said as they stepped into the outdoors after hours inside the dark studio spacing. "This is your punishment." She smirked back at him, and the continued her trek towards their dinner reservations.

End