The Misadventures of Crime Sorciere

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When Sorano and Meredy came back with Richard carrying a large pile of boxes, Jellal immediately felt fear settle in his stomach. The three were grinning widely and giggling, completely ignoring him as they passed. Which was weird. Usually they stopped to tease him about Erza, or his need to repent for his sins. Or even just his hair. So he followed them inside, watching as the three lay down the boxes and started chattering loudly.

“What are you three doing?” He finally asked, eyeing the boxes wearily.

“They’re candles in ceramic flowers,” Meredy said, opening a box and pulling one out. “See? They’re for Macbeth and Erik, Erik asked us to help set up a romantic night for them.”

Jellal felt an eyebrow rise. “Erik asked?”

Sorano giggled. “Yeah, he has grown up, hasn’t he?”

“Erik took Macbeth out for the day, and wants to finish with a bang, oh yeah!” Richard said loudly. “He truly loves our little mage.”

Jellal smiled. “Yeah, he does.”

 

That night, when the other two mages finally returned and the sun had set, the seven of them went outside their little cabin. Sorano called out her pack of little angels, each grabbing a ceramic flower encasing a candle and lighting it up. Macbeth looked up in the air and smiled as the little angels began to dance around him.

Erik chuckled and walked up to the smaller mage, the angels parting to let him through to his boyfriend and mate. Macbeth turned his gaze to him and his smile got wider. Erik reached out and wrapped his arm around Macbeth’s waist, pulling the illusion mage close to him.

“Dance with me,” he murmured, already pulling Macbeth’s hand up to tangle with his own.

Macbeth just tangled his fingers with Erik’s, rising his other hand to clench onto Erik’s shoulder. The two twirled in the soundless darkness, illuminated by the dancing candles as the rest of their guild watched the beautiful sight.

Erik sighed and nuzzled his face into Macbeth’s hair, the smaller mage leaned further into his boyfriends chest, nestling his head under the dragonslayers chin. The fact that Macbeth had yet to develop the hearing magic made him glad, he didn’t want the surprise ruined because Macbeth could hear his thoughts.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, pulling away slightly.

“Hmm?” Macbeth hummed, looking up at him.

Erik grinned. Then dropped down on one knee.

Sorano screamed. Meredy shrieked. Jellal had a million thoughts running through his mind that never made it to his mouth because it had just stopped working. Sawyer whistled and cheered, and Richard burst into tears.

Macbeth had tears pooling in his eyes, looking down at Erik on one knee before him, one hand holding his and the other holding a platinum ring with a small diamond surrounded by smaller rubies.

“Erik,” he whispered, his free hand rising to cover his mouth.

“We’ve loved each other for so long, and we’ve been together for a long while now. I love you with all my heart, and I know you love me too— Yes I can hear your answer just let me say the mushy speech!” Erik huffed.

Macbeth let out a small giggle, but smiled and let Erik continue.

“I don’t where I would be without you, Macbeth. You complete me in a way no one else ever could or can. You’re so precious to me, and I want to let the whole world know.”

Macbeth could feel the tears sliding down his face now. “I love you, Erik.”

Erik rose to his feet and smirked. “Love you too.” He slipped the ring onto Macbeth’s finger before gripping Macbeth close, picking him up and twirling them around.

The rest of the guild burst into cheers, laughing and clapping for them. None of them could stop smiling as Erik twirled Macbeth around. When Erik finally put Macbeth down, he swooped him up in a kiss, and the guild cheered so loud he was surprised the town a few miles away didn’t hear them.

When he finally let Macbeth go, the rest of the guild swarmed them, crowding around and joining up in a large group hug. Richard of course surrounding the rest of them. Usually Erik would groan, and Macbeth would just mumble about needing sleep, Sorano would screech about personal bubble. But they all just laughed.

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