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OTP Challenge Day 24: Double Date

I couldn’t decide who to send on a double date with Erza and Jellal, so I kind of made this a quintuple date.... That is to say, its actually a party. It’s all of them. Together.

OTP: Jerza, but literally also everyone else

Rating: G

“Are you ready?” Jellal was standing at the doorway to their little apartment, hands in his pockets, scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and shoulders. It was snowing out. Erza grabbed her coat.

“Yup!” The Christmas party this year was being held at Natsu and Lucy’s. It had really been between their place and Jellal and Erza’s, since they were the only two couples in their more intimate friend group that hadn’t had a kid yet. Well, besides Gajeel and Levy. But their house was so full of baby stuff now, in prep for their little one—expected to arrive in a few months, that there probably wouldn’t be room for everyone. And between Jellal and Erza and Natsu and Lucy, Natsu and Lucy’s house was the biggest.

“Yeah! We can host this year!” Lucy had gasped, clapping her hands, “Ooh! I can’t wait to decorate.” She had grabbed her husband’s arm with an excited squeal. “We have to get a tree soon now, Natsu!”

Erza let Jellal take the lead, through the streets of Magnolia—snow crunching underneath their boots. “Isn’t it weird,” he murmured, as he glanced up at all the decorations strung from windows, “How all your friends are…”

“…growing up? Getting married? Having kids?” Erza laughed a little. “Yeah, it kind of is. But, time passes… life is funny that way. Hmm… who do you think will be next?”

“Natsu and Lucy have been married for a while,” Jellal said, “You would think they’d be next.”

“Natsu as a father…” Erza shook her head, “That’s what’s hard to imagine.”

When they arrived at Natsu and Lucy’s home just outside of town, the windows were all lit, and Erza could hear music and laughter just on the other side of the door. Jellal raised his fist and knocked. The door swung open almost immediately, and the couple was faced with Lucy’s smile.

“Ah! Erza! Jellal! Come in!” She was dressed in a warm red sweater, her hair was tied back in a loose knot. Over her shoulder, Erza could see everyone else already gathered in the living room around a huge Christmas tree. They were the last ones to arrive, as usual.

“Hey! Merry Christmas!” Natsu shouted from where he sat next to Gray, “Come in!!!”

“Merry Christmas!” Erza replied as Lucy stepped aside and took their coats.

“We were just remembering last year,” Levy beamed. She was sitting in Lucy’s favorite rocking chair, her feet propped up and her blue hair let down. Even Jellal had once admitted to Erza that, yes, it was funny to see a girl so small so pregnant. She was beautiful though, and Erza, once again, felt that pang of jealousy touch her heart. She hated that—that every once in a while when she looked at her friends she envied them. Levy and Gajeel would soon be welcoming a son or daughter. And just next to Levy, on the couch, was Mirajane. Her arms were wrapped safely around her newborn son, Laxus’ pride and joy. Mira had hated that Makarov had been right. She had been so sure that she was expecting a girl. Now, Laxus’ arm was wrapped around his wife’s shoulders. Their son, Konstantin, (adoringly nicknamed ‘Kostya’) was only a few months old, and was fast asleep in his mother’s arms, fingers wrapped tightly around the fabric of her dress and Christmas sweater. Sitting by the window was Gray, and Juvia was sitting on the floor. Their daughter, Neve, would be turning one in only a couple months. Her hair had grown into dark ringlets, her bright blue eyes matched her mother’s in color and joy. She was sorting through what looked to be a brand new block set.

Everyone’s growing up. Erza glanced over at where Jellal picked a seat on the couch next to Natsu. Natsu and Lucy will have a son or daughter next, and I suppose I’ll be left behind. Of course, Erza had Jellal, and she loved Jellal with every fiber of her being, but for some reason the idea of being a mother was stuck fast in her, like a thorn—no… like a splinter.

“Come sit down, Erza!” Jellal said.

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Erza beamed. She was met with cheers.

“Time to pass out some drinks! This party needs a toast!” Lucy cried, grabbing a bottle of champagne. “Ah that’s right! I have some apple cider for you, Levy!”

“Thanks, Lu-chan!” Levy smiled.

“What should we toast to?” Gray frowned as Lucy handed him a small glass of champagne.

“A new year!” Mirajane said, her fingers brushing through the fluff of light blond hair on her son’s head.

“A great Christmas day tomorrow,” Gajeel added.

“For getting stronger!” Natsu shouted, “And getting some nice S-Class jobs!”

“That’s a lot,” Lucy laughed.

Jellal finally spoke, raising his glass, “I’d like to propose a toast.” Everyone followed suit, raising their glasses slightly, waiting for his proclamation, “To love and happiness. May we all continue to meet them this year.”

“To love and happiness!”

“Hey, I’m starving,” Natsu huffed, after downing his champagne. “Should we get Christmas Eve dinner going?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea!” Lucy and Natsu led the way into the kitchen, and everyone gathered around the counter where a delectable feast was laid out. However, before anyone could cut the turkey, or partake of the delicious pie, that Erza was sure had her name written on it, Lucy squealed, “Erza! Jellal! You’re under the mistletoe!” Erza felt her face go hot as she quickly looked up to see that, sure enough, they had unfortunately chosen to stand in the wrong corner of the kitchen. They were both adults, of course, and Erza loved Jellal, but she hated the unwanted attention this had suddenly brought on both of them and—

“Wh-what?!” Erza managed to stammer out as Jellal dropped to one knee. Everyone was watching with bated breath. Juvia had squealed, clasping her hands together. Levy had pressed both her hands to her mouth, her jaw hanging open in shock.

“This is… um…” Jellal’s face was as red as a tomato as he stammered over words, struggling to find the right way to express himself, “This is rather spontaneous, but it doesn’t mean any less to me than if I had planned something extravagant.”

“J-J-Je….” Erza’s voice was dying in her own throat. She was completely at a loss. This is happening.

“Erza, I love you,” Jellal whispered, holding out a little velvet box with a shining diamond ring. This can’t be real. Jellal is proposing. In front of our friends. It’s Christmas… “Please, do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world, and be my wife.”

Silence fell on the kitchen, like the entire world was holding its breath. “Je… Jellal!” Erza whispered. No, no! All our friends are here! I can’t cry! “Y-yes!” She managed to choke out. “Yes!” The blue-haired idiot… her blue-haired idiot, grinned from ear-to-ear, before standing and pulling her into a kiss, to the great applause and joy of the rest of the party-goers. She gripped his collar tightly, her knuckles white and her face strawberry-red. He was her lifeline, and she was his.

“Yay! Oh, I knew it!” Lucy gasped, “I knew it wouldn’t be long! It’s crazy! That means we’ll all be married!”

“Congrats, you two!” Levy beamed.

“Congratulations!” As they served up their plates with Christmas Eve dinner the conversation went to weddings, and dresses, and flowers. Erza didn’t mind one bit, her face still warm, her fingers still entwined with his, the simple ring slipped on her finger.

***

As they walked home, arm-in-arm, Jellal was humming some sort of Christmas song, and staring up at the falling snow. They were quiet, moving together through the silence of late evening. But Erza was determined. Once she got an idea in her head, she wasn’t one to drop it. It was stuck fast like a thorn. She stopped walking, Jellal must have recognized the expression on her face.

“What? You have an idea, or something…?”

“Jellal,” she said, turning to face him, “Let’s make a baby.”

“W-what?!”

“I think you would be a very good father,” Erza said, offering him a smile, “And, maybe… maybe I would be a good mother. I don’t know.”

“You would be a wonderful mother, Erza,” Jellal frowned, “but this is very sudden.”

“Well… everyone else…” she hesitated, and then shook her head, “I just… I don’t know.” She looked up to see her fiancé beaming. He cupped her chin with one hand, brushing his thumb along her jawline. She smiled when he leaned in to kiss her.

“Let’s do it. Let’s make a baby.”

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