A/N: Hello! I bring forth more Jerza! Two parts, a wedding and a proposal. I probably should have edited these first but I was just SO EXCITED to share them, I skipped that step and jumped straight to posting this. Maybe I'll regret this, maybe I won't xD

Anyway, I really hope you like it and I really hope it's not too cheesy! I'm oddly captivated by the idea of stars so writing this was a lot of fun. Thanks for all your reviews and I look forward to reading more ^.^

Titles: Ribbons and Rings, Stargazing
Rating: K+
Summary: A marriage and a proposal: two memories they would forever cherish.

"I'll throw my voice into the stars and maybe the echo of my words will be written for you in the clouds by sunrise." - Christopher Poindexter

1) Ribbons and Rings

His eyes were on her; when were they not?

He watched as she moved towards him slowly, gracefully, walking the last few steps that would close the distance between them and finally entwine them together as husband and wife. She looked almost ethereal, painted in an elegant silk white dotted with ribbons of red. Her hair flowed loosely down her back, the shade matching the bouquet of roses clasped in her hands as she smiled at him.

And of course, he couldn't help but smile back, smiling in the only way he knew how to when it came to all things Erza Scarlet.

They were outside, their friends and families scattered around the field, seated in white plush seats and watching with awestruck expressions as Erza made her way down the aisle, one arm entwined in Natsu's arm, the other in Gray's.

Jellal's lips stretched even wider, the sight bringing hope to his heart and peace to his mind. Momentarily, he had wondered whether the troublesome pair would be able to hold it together long enough for Erza to walk down the aisle without either of them snarling or snatching at each other's collars, but it seemed he had worried about nothing. They were pitching in for her happiness just like everyone else was, and sweeping his eyes over the rest of the reception, he felt warm at the sight of Mirajane singing softly as Gajeel edged closer to the microphone, determined to leave his mark on the wedding—albeit, a scarring one—while Lucy, Juvia and Meredy stood to the side as bridesmaids, tears glistening in their eyes.

Meanwhile, Richard sat in the front row, his shaking figure taking up two seats as buckets poured from his eyes in heavy streams. Bawling, he held onto a protesting Sawyer and Macbeth while Sorano sat with clutched hands, gazing at Erza's dress with stars in her eyes.

She had her family here with her and he had his.

A hefty hand clapped onto his shoulder and Jellal tilted his head slightly to the side to hear what his best man had to say, though his eyes remained on Erza, unable to tear his gaze away.

"You writin' yourself a romance novel up in there, blue balls?" Erik sneered, and Jellal could already imagine his grin: taunting, wolfish with one fang peeking out from under his lip.

Even on his wedding day, there were no exceptions to his guild teasing him.

He chuckled, eyes glinting with amusement. "Is that so wrong?"

"I'll allow it…just for today," Erik replied with a smirk. "But you better not pass out on me. Don't want your ass kicked on the happiest day of your life, do ya?"

With a quick eye-roll aimed towards his best friend, Jellal sighed before finding his gaze wandering back to her.

As she neared him, he caught the smile in her eyes and the colour of her cheeks, kissed red like the petals of a spring rose. Once again, he was reminded of how enticing that colour was on her.

There was a time in his life where he thought he didn't deserve to live, didn't deserve to be happy, didn't deserve her. He thought his self-hatred would eventually swallow him whole, leaving him consumed in a pit of darkness, alone.

After all, following the horrors of his past, that was how he'd written off his own story.

But there she was standing in front of him: a plot hole, an unfinished line, the happiest sentence he could ever possibly write.

Never for a second did he think anyone could ever love him, but that was the mistake he'd made. Erza was never just 'anyone' to begin with.

2) Stargazing

Stood at the edge of a balcony under a sky of midnight velvet, they found themselves side by side, admiring the view before them. The moon hung full and low above them, as if strung in the air by invisible strings, and surrounded by a canvas of blazing stars with the sky so cloudless, the couple could see over the rooftops of almost every building in Magnolia.

Gazing at such a brilliant sight made him feel at peace, made him feel closer to the magic that was coursing through his veins. The usual carousel of worries drifted away, every thought of his laced with the prospect of what he was going to do next.

He'd known for the longest time that Erza would be the woman he'd marry; it was just the case of when. They went together like red and blue, or like strawberries and cream, as she'd say. Whatever the comparative, they were each other's. A 'they', a 'we', an 'us'.

Their hands intertwined and Erza's cheek pressed into his shoulder, Jellal watched the sky in anticipation. It would only be a matter of time before his proposal would come into fruition.

Sneaking a quick glance at Erza, he saw her face tilted up to the stars, the moonlight playing off her features and casting a silver glow around her as her lips lifted up in a wondrous smile, as though she wasn't gazing up at the sky, but at heaven itself.

He wanted to capture the full extent of her reaction when it took place. He wanted her expression imprinted in his memory, a reminiscence he could cherish for the rest of his life.

That's exactly what he got.

All too suddenly, the sky erupted in gold. Magic circles dotted the night sky in various designs and patterns, coming together to form the question that'd been on his mind for so many years. The same question that made his heart leap in his chest, that made him hope for the bright future to come. The one that led his imagination to roam freely through horizons, through the heavenly skies and back to the thought of two of them.

Will you marry me?

Jellal watched with a growing smile as Erza's eyes widened. She looked wonderstruck, staring up at the message with unblinking eyes before her hands flew to her mouth and tears welled in her eyes.

And still, she couldn't tear her gaze away from the one magic that could light up the world.

"Erza," he called to her, as if to break her out of her trance.

Finally, she looked towards him, only to find him inches away, a ruby encrusted ring in his hand, glinting under the light of the moon.

"When—when did you draw those magic circles?" Her voice was unsteady, astounded, and it was so unlike her, he had to fight back the urge to laugh. Of course, he could be standing right in front of her holding an engagement ring and the first thing she'd do was ask him how he'd managed to sneak around her to draw the circles in the first place. So unthinkably Erza of her.

He took another step towards her, closing the distance to press his lips softly against hers.

"Marry me," he told her, pulling back to take in her dazed expression all over again with a smile wide on his lips. "Marry me, Erza."

She didn't know whether to scream yes or to kiss him. Naturally, she opted for both, her voice shaking with laughter as she repeated her answer over and over. After sliding the ring on, she scrunched her fingers up in the folds of his shirt to draw him closer, the same word rolling off her tongue and onto his lips, continuing her sentence with the warmth of her mouth over his.

His fingers found their way into her hair, soft and silky under his touch whilst his other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. She cupped his jaw, deepening their kiss, and under the weight of her palm, his heart raced fast, drumming in his chest.

Slowly, the message in the sky burst into stars which began to fall, one after another. Picked from the night sky and exploding all around them, they found themselves enveloped in an iridescent shimmer of stardust and glitter, and once again, they were reminded that there was such a thing as pure as magic in the world.

She smiled against his lips before pulling away, tilting her head back to watch as the stars spilled from the sky like threads of gold woven by him. His magic was so beautiful, so breath-taking. She was bound by it, simply enchanted.

When her eyes found his again, he pressed his forehead against hers.

There was so much to say. So much he'd prepared, the words were on the tip of his tongue.

'When I look at you, I lose myself,' he'd say. 'Everything in the past fades away. Every mistake, every impure action, every flaw; they all disappear when I look at you. You make me forget what hating myself feels like and words cannot describe how much I love you, Erza.'

But he just smiled a smile that said it all. She already knew. She'd always known.