Hello Everyone, and thank you for reading all my fics thus far! I got a couple reviews over the last couple days, and I wanted to thank everyone for leaving them for me. Your words mean very much to me.

I also wanted to respond to one in particular. LiveTake: Thank you so very much! Reading that you like my Evergreen makes me so very happy. I have always been fond of emotionally withdrawn characters-especially females-the way they keep their true feelings hidden, locked behind a steel door, and you have to always guess what they're thinking is so wonderful to me. Ever is so held in, while Juvia cannot help but let her feelings out, they work as perfect foils for each other, and that's why they're my two favorite Fairy Tail girls. You'll find that there will be quite a few ElfEver fics in the second half of the challenge, so I hope you continue to enjoy reading them.

Today, however, is a Jerza fic. It's the first I've ever wrote for them, and I'm not particularly proud of it, but I hope everyone can enjoy it. See you tomorrow!

Series: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet

Title: Pink Stripes

Prompt: Animal Ears

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: 809

AN: Modern College AU. Set in the same universe as Day 7. My first Jerza fic, I did a lot of studying(?) to write it, so I hope it's worth the read! Enjoy!

The sound of rustling plastic bags trickled throughout Erza's dorm room as she unpacked the spoils of her shopping trip. She was assigned one direction from Levy: "Buy a princess outfit for yourself and the matching prince for Jellal. Gajeel might not go along with it if everyone isn't in on this!"

Erza could easily follow such a direction, but letting the young woman into any kind of clothing shop without super vision was never a good idea. Everyone knew Erza loved clothes. She had so many different outfits that every school break, she would go home and exchange her entire closet's worth of clothing for another of the same amount, in the hopes that she might be able to wear them all in one year—and she did not discriminate when it came to costumes.

One Halloween in particular—during her last year of high school—Erza had attended four costume parties, and had bought a brand new outfit for each one. Her friends would try to convince her to sell them, telling her Halloween costumes only made sense to be worn once a year, and she had far too many to keep buying them, but Erza would always tell them as flatly as she could muster. 'No. These costumes are covered in memories. I cannot sell my memories.'

So it was no surprise that Erza's shopping trip brought her back to the dorm with three outfits, instead of just the two. With sparkling eyes, Erza unearthed the gem that she was looking for: a pink leotard with black tiger stripes. From it's hanger dangled a pink and black tail, and a band with matching ears attached.

"Yes. This is absolutely perfect." Erza told herself, and began stripping off her casual wear, excited to try on her new outfit.

From her own collection, Erza found a pink pair of transparent leggings and some pink fuzzy boots. She assembled her new outfit and pulled it over her body, finding it all fit perfectly. The red head stared at herself, in her full length mirror, as she tied her hair into a high ponytail, before spinning around to get a full view of her outfit. The back of the leotard ended further down than she expected, exposing quite a bit of her back, though she could not care much

"This outfit was definitely made for me." Erza spoke to herself again. "But I absolutely cannot let the others know about this. It would be too embarrassing." Erza's cheeks turned red as she imagined Lucy's laughter and Natsu and Gray's teasing (though she would put a fist to both those boys' heads and put them in their place.)

In her excitement over her ensemble, Erza didn't hear the sound of unhinging locks, or the turning of the doorknob.

Erza smiled as an embarrassing thought came to her mind, and she turned to her side and held her hands up like cat paws, posing with one hand higher in the air than the other, and let out a "Meow! Welcome home Myaster!"

Erza had expected to laugh at herself, however, just as those words left her lips, her eyes fell upon the blue haired man standing in her open doorway, a plate of cake in his hand. Erza's face grew pale.

"I uh… brought you cake?" Jellal asked with a puzzled face.

Erza's pale face began to burn red. Without saying another word, the young lady snatched up the clothes she had been wearing before and dashed into her bathroom. She emerged not even a minute later, dressed in her regular clothes again.

Erza walked speechlessly up to Jellal, and pushed the door closed behind him, before picking up the fork off his plate and taking a bite of the offered cake.

"It…was cute?" He said nervously.

Erza brown eyes snapped up from her cake to his own golden orbs. "You didn't see anything." She ordered him.

Jellal could feel a line of sweat run down his cheek as his girlfriend glared upon him, her cool demeanor at risk. "Of course, Erza." He laughed nervously.

The Erza's deadly expression suddenly changed to a sunny one, and she spun over to her shopping bags, fork hanging from her mouth. "Now come look at the wonderful costumes I bought for us!" She held a pink and red kimono in one hand, and a gray and white faux armor in the other, a red care draped over the latter. "I'll be Mulan and you'll be Shang! We're all going to have so much fun at this party."

We should really talk about your shopping impulses, Honey. Is what Jellal wanted to say, but he was pretty sure he wasn't ready to deal with the consequences of his words. So instead, he laughed in defeat, and stepped closer to admire the costumes his girlfriend had bought them.

End