Summary: Erza and Jellal follow the tradition of carrying over the threshold.

Pairings: Erza/Jellal and plenty implied friendship feels.

YouTube Prompt: A Fairy Tail tribute to 'Dedication' by Thin Lizzy.

Erza was nervous.

Tonight was her wedding night. Her first time as a wife. Her first night as Mrs Jellal Fer-

Well no, actually. She had chosen to keep her name (as it was the name Jellal had given her all of those years ago) but the thought was still there.

She was still his wife.

She had never been someone's wife before.

(The forced marriage between her, Natsu, and Gray on that job on that primitive island filled with tribal people when they were trying to raise the money for Lucy's birthday so did not count.

Nor did that accidental one, where Happy and she were married for all but five seconds when Happy and her faces mushed together just as a priest said 'you may kiss the bride'. They had both panicked until Gray coolly pointed out that they hadn't signed the paperwork or exchanged vows.

And that time when – you know what never mind. All accidental, forced, or fake marriages were not considered real. )

Erza wasn't sure if she was going to do it right and unlike anything else she has ever done, this was for life.

And let's not forget about the Wedding Night.

Erza certainly couldn't.

It wasn't like this was the first time she and Jellal had sex but it was going to be the first time that she and Jellal were going to have sex as husband and wife, and that thought was terrifyingly nerve wrecking.

What if he suddenly found her boring?

What if her new, sexy, underwear that Lucy had helped her pick out wasn't sexy and interesting enough?

What if she suddenly forgotten how sex actually works?!

They halted to a stop outside of the hotel room.

Jellal smiled hesitatingly as he scratched the back of his neck. "So…" he said slowly.

Erza smiled back weakly, keenly aware of her face turning as red as her hair. "So…" she replied shyly.

"We're at the threshold!" Jellal blurted out.

Erza blinked, unable to figure out why that was such a big deal, and then she remembered Mira mentioning a tradition to do with thresholds. She couldn't remember the specific wording but she was sure there was something about someone carrying someone over the threshold. Something about it being good luck. Or maybe just plain romantic.

Either way, it had to be done. Erza was not going to miss out on a tradition.

"Oh!" she blinked. "Oh!" she cried out when realisation truly sank in. "Right," she nodded determinedly, "hold on."

She then scooped Jellal up in her arms like a Princess and kicked the door open, and then carried him over the threshold before she kicked the door shut again. She then staggered across the room as she struggled to see where she was going before she finally made it to the bed and dropped him.

Jellal bounced a couple times onto the mattress, his face was bright red with embarrassment. Erza immediately flushed bright pink herself as she couldn't shake the feeling that she had just done something wrong.

"Did I do that right?" she asked worriedly.

Jellal smiled at her softly before he shifted onto his knees and reached out to cup her face tender. He then kissed her gently. Their lips barely brushing against one another. "It was perfect," he reassured her. "….just if anyone asks, I carried you over the threshold."

No one believes him.