Prompt: Thanksgiving
"A toast!" Erza declared one evening, a wide grin spreading across her flushed cheeks from the having deeply partaken of a defeated dark guild's liquor stash. "A toast of thanks giving to all of you, for welcoming me in when Fairy Tail disbanded. I owe you all so much so letting me accompany you."
The redhead's statement stuck in Macbeth's mind longer than he cared to admit that evening; it had honestly never occurred to him before that moment that Erza would be like them – without a home and nowhere to go.
Didn't mean that she belonged with them, though.