Mirza/Erzajane- Festivities
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Relationships: Erza Scarlet x Mirajane Strauss
Characters: Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Wendy Marvell
Summary: this fic is indulgent fluff about spreading women empowerment then it takes a smutty turn when Erzajane starts indulging themselves hehe
The Renaissance Festival is a special event that comes around town once a year, and it brings wonderful things with it, a glimpse into the medieval past that attracts all sorts of people. Including two young woman with a thirst for fantasy.
"This is so much fun. We should do stuff like this more often." Mirajane sighed, leaning into Erza's arm, their elbows already linked, like two fine ladies.
Never mind the fact that Erza was dressed in a full suit of armor, the metal shining silver and clanking with every movement. Mirajane was clothed in a sheen of a dress that accented each and every one of her curves, top to bottom. She also wore a flower crown atop her head, two curled horns poking out the top, it gave off a very forest fairy vibe. They looked a treat, dressed up splendidly for the Autumnal Renaissance Fair.
The walking path was lined with medieval themed stalks on both sides, vendors selling all kinds of things; crystal necklaces, witches brooms, blown glass, and sweet smelling incenses.
However, Mirajane's armored escort was more attracted to the things in the edible variety. Erza's eyes were always on the signs advertising turkey legs, funnel cakes, and all kinds of snacks on sticks that had no real reason to be on a stick aside from the aesthetic of it.
Lots of men, women, and children were dressed up for the occasion, wearing crowns, dresses, and dragon scales. The events weren't what people came to the Renaissance Festival for, they came for the medieval atmosphere. Here you could be a round table knight, a wizard, a dragon, or even a princess.
One princess in particular was awestruck by the knight on Mirajane's arm, her flowing red hair and metal apparel making her seem like she'd jumped straight out of a fairy tale.
