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*Jellal turning away quickly while raising his eyebrows and taking a quick sip of his coffee* - ‘yikes’
Some rumours say that if you say natsu is a dumbass 3 times in a row Gray Fullbuster will materialise out of nowhere to give you a hearty clap on the shoulder with a solemn nod.
Gajeel found approximately (1) one cockroach in the apartment the day and when Levy came home the evening he was decked out in full combat mode with a bug spray in each hand.
Lucy wants to write everyday, she really does, but there are days when she does not have enough brainpower to make words go
Levy keeps so much shit in her bra like, sweet pea, we get it, they’re useful pockets. But that doesn’t mean you should have a notepad and 2 pens up in there..
Mirajane has suplexed laxus before. Bickslow has it on video.
No one knows who Wendy is really related to at her school. They see multiple people drop her off in the mornings and multiple people pick her up in the evenings. They just roll with it.
One time Juvia got so drunk she spoke in first person.
The only reason Bickslow has a tattoo on his tongue is because Evergreen dared him to do it for $20 and a subway coupon.
Natsu and Gray always argue over the dumbest shit. Sometimes they’ll just sit there in silence and then start complaining, almost like they were thinking about something to argue about.
Natsu’s phone is loaded to the brim with memes for every occasion.
He trades some with Sting every now and then to keep his stock fresh.
Erza’s fashion tastes can go from cute knitted crop tops, beanies and skirts to camo cargo shorts, oversized tees and sandals.
But rest assured she always has at least one knife on her.
There is one cursed picture that floats around the group chat and it’s a pic of Gajeel when he was younger without the piercings.

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»»————- what’s in a name? 　————-««

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”

Mirajane curled into Erza, sat on the other woman’s lap. Erza had gotten stronger recently, her biceps bulging, and Mirajane traced the tanned skin absentmindedly, a smile playing witht he corner of her lips.

“Mirajane scarlet? Mirajane Scarlet-Strauss?” She mused, and an appreciative groan rumbled through her fiances chest.

Their big day was approaching quickly, but not quick enough; Mirajane wanted to tie herself to the woman she loved in every feasible way, could think of nothing else she would ever want more.

Erza’s hand cards through her hair, lips pressed against Mirajane’s neck, and it was sweet, languid. When she spoke, her words were soft, tentative,

“I’ve been thinking, Mira, about my name. I don’t want it.” Erza said, leaving a trail of kisses up to the space behind Mirajane’s ear. Her teeth nicked at the earlobe, and Mirajane shuddered, turning herself to face Erza directly.

“What do you mean you don’t want it?”

Scarlet was her more than just a name, was symbolic of her, her strength and all she had been through. Mirajane could not imagine the woman without it. Erza placed a kiss on her nose, eyes wet, and hooked both arms around Mirajane’s neck, drawing them closer until each breath mingled, each syllable was a secret for their ears only.

“I would never take my mother’s name either; I don’t remember being a Belserion so there is little point starting to claim the title now. And Scarlet… that was a name that Jellal gave me at the Tower, it was never truly mine. The girl who took that was scared, clinging to whatever part of her identity she could find in a prison that was so impersonal, so loveless.” Erza tilted her head back, stared at the ceiling as the tears threatened to overflow. She cleared her throat, met Mirajane’s fond gaze once again.

“I would never want you to take that name, because it comes from a time in my life that I wouldn’t wish on you, on anyone. But Strauss is your family name, a name with a history and meaning. I want to be accepted into your family, Mira. I want to be Erza Strauss, if you’ll have me.”

Mirajane was crying, sobbing, clutching Erza in her arms as though there was nothing more important in the world. And to her, in that moment, their wasn’t.

“Of course I’ll have you, you idiot! Why would I ask you to marry me if I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with you as my family?”

She kissed Erza’s cheeks, and forehead, and jaw, saved her lips for last so that kiss would be lingering, cementing her words with touch.

Erza laughed then, and the sound was freeing, compelling; Mirajane laughed too.

Their fingers intertwined, foreheads rested together. Sometimes their lips brushed together, but it was all fleeting, and light. The sun was setting and still they sat, absorbed in one another and in the blissful infinity that they had created for themselves.

Erza Strauss. Mirajane Scarlet. It did not matter, not truly, not when their bodies were warm, pressed together, and the promise of their forever sat peacefully on the horizon.

30/30

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Right… feeling quite emotional now.

These drabbles started to aid @theerzajanerevolution a project that me and some friends started to try and get a wlw ship into the top 10 on ao3, some much needed representation in the fandom.

Currently we are 60 away from the goal (59 if you include this).

Doing these, Erzajane became the most important pairing to me, and I’ve enjoyed almost every single one.

Thank you to everyone who has read them, liked and reblogged and left comments.

It took me longer than 30 days, but it was certainly worth the effort.

I can’t wait to produce more for these two and help our goal <3