EzraxBickslowxLevy

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Author's Note: This is a Christmas Gift Fic for Desna.

Author's Note 2: After GMG, Slight Canon Divergence.

Song: God is a DJ

Artist: Faithless

Album: Sunday 8PM

Released: 1998

Genre: Dance/electronic

Producer(s): Rollo, Sister Bliss

Songwriter(s): Rollo Armstrong, Maxwell Fraser, Ayalah Deborah Bentovim, Jamie Catto

This is my church

This is where I heal my hurts

Bickslow sat there, cuddled between two unlikely people. Tears running down his face as he did his best to try and soothe the pain from the new soul he had found. It was not yet ready to be put into a totem yet. What made it that much worse was it was a very young child. No more than 6 or 7 years of age. Their death had been brutal. Hence why he was cuddled between the two people who had come into his life and helped heal the wounds even his own teammates who didn't know he was in pain.

With another shuddering sob as the small, pale blue for innocent soul flickered and pressed tighter against his chest. Bickslow heard the soft crooning from one side and gentle murmurs from the other. Making him look at his two guild mates Levy McGarden and Erza Scarlet. Both who had been severely hurt as well. One now guild member and the other, well, slavery was an abomination and the fact she had survived to be the strong, passionate, open hearted woman that she was, was testament.

Soon though the emotions he was channel faded as the soul found a semblance of peace. Just like he did. The hurt was far from healed, there was more. But for now, Bickslow turned his head left and right, planting a soft kiss on the women's heads. His way of silently saying thanks for helping with the healing.

Solutions and remedies

Enemies becoming friends

When bitterness ends

She was flipping through the pages of her current book. Her lips quirking up in a small smile as she heard the loud yells that were the precursor to another guild brawl. Not that she cared one iota. Nope, she had a mission and she would complete it. And it helped that her two team members had been both called out on specific Request missions. She loved Jet and Droy but they could be smothering with their praises and infatuation with her. And Levy knew that they really did love her. She just didn't return that feeling.

Sighing as she closed the book and leaned her head back against the wall. The other night replaying in her mind. It had been very confusing right after the Games. She had stumbled upon one of the happiest people in the guild. Finding them crying. Shocking her. Then again she knew just how easily it was to put up a front and pretend to be something when you were not. So, on instinct she had approached Bickslow and silently touched his back. Watching as he stiffened, just to curl in on himself. Knowing that asking could be bad, she just rubbed soothing circles on his back.

It was a few days later they had talked. It had been an eye opener for her. He had at one point been an enemy to her, just like Gajeel. The latter of whom she had made friends with, forgiving. She had long forgiven the Raijinshuu. And it had her heart melting, when Erza came over to talk with them, having heard a bit of the conversation. There was no bitterness, when she had stood up and marched away to the board, pulled a piece of paper after reading it. Then coming back and offering it to them.

Her actions spoke where her words stumbled. That mission had changed her world and Levy didn't care. It was the remedy they had all needed. And their current relationship status worked for them. It was more for comfort emotionally and mentally. The physical was just, well a bonus.

This is where I heal my hurts

It's in the world I've become

Erza smiled widely as she watched as a new tiny totem painted with a shy face on it floated around rather unsteadily. She had come when she got the call from Bickslow that night. Not caring to put her clothes on as she ran through the rain to his house. Levy in tow. Both their pajamas had been plastered to their bodies as they had arrived. The door was unlocked and they just entered to hear their friend and lover crying.

Not asking she sat on one side of him, not caring if his couch got wet, Levy on the other side and they just hugged him. Eventually the tears stopped and he explained it was a child he had found. That they had been brutally murdered and very recently. Causing anger to well up in her chest as her childhood danced before her mind's eyes. Causing the other two to hug her and bring her back from her own personal nightmare.

Erza was no fool. Yes, she could be brash and had a semi-narrow view of how the world should be. And could be over the top a lot of time. But since coming back from Tenrou with the two, and the Grand Magic Games, her world had changed. She had changed. For the better she believed. To which she gave her eternal thanks to Levy and Bickslow. Their three way relationship really worked. And they accepted that she loved Jellal, even if he would never want to be with her like she wanted. Her world was bigger, brighter, and filled with so much love right now.

Her brown eyes met Bickslow's concentric ones and she laughed as the tiny totem flew smack dab into his face while trying to land on his head. Or at least she thought that was what it was trying to do.

The poetic justice of cause and effect

Respect, love, compassion

This is my church

They stood there as a united front. Each of them their magic diverse. But with the training they had put in, they were ready. The guild had come to accept their odd relationship. Because it was built on the foundations that Guild represented. Each had come to together and bonded through an odd sense of pain that was due to the world around them. Helped the others healed. Now, after everything, with a new threat on the horizon, they each knew that they'd never be separated.

Smiling as they listened to what was being reported and how they were each going to a different place to deal with protecting those that would be key in keeping the Demon's from activating Face. Strong of heart, Believing that they would do their job correctly, and able to accept the bad along with the good in the coming days and the battles that they had no doubt would happen. It was just the way they were. Hands entwined and heads leaning against each other as they waited for the order to leave to their respective missions. A final moment that was their world, their place of safety. Enjoying and relishing in it. Because each figured that there was a string binding them. And it was due to some outside force drawing them to each other.

For tonight

God is a DJ

THE END!