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Fandom:   Fairy Tail

Pairing:     Somewhat Jellal x Erza, Jerza BROTP, Jellal x Lyon,                   background: Erza x Gray

Rating:      GENERAL  [ G ]

Series:      Shackles of Sin: RP STORIES

Date:        18/01/29, 0:28 AM

Summary:       Every time hazel eyes met chocolate brown eyes, they were reminded of what could have been but never was.

A/N.:                 Im drowning in Jellyon atm but FUCK. Jellal and Erza. Still my sweeties.

LINK:    AO3: [ x ]              RP BLOG: @shcklesofsin              MAIN: @cheschire-kaat

Every time hazel eyes met chocolate brown eyes, they were reminded of what could have been but never was.

Erza’s wedding had been quite the marvellous event. Everything was perfect, from the dress to the music, including the flowers, the decorations and, of course, the dessert. Like he’d expected it to be; his childhood friend never would have settled for anything less than her dream ceremony.

…And her dream cake.

                  ( once upon a time, he’d thought he would be the one she’d join on the aisle. )

Adjusting his tie, the Crime Sorcière guildmaster smiled as he watched the newlyweds share their first dance as husband and wife — her pearly white dress flowing around, contrasting with the fiery red of her hair, the black suit and locks of her dearest. She was radiant, shone like the brightest of suns safely craddled between the arms of Fairy Tail’s local Ice Mage.

━━He briefly wondered if he’d ever get used to calling her Fullbuster.

Not that he had a choice; Jellal had no business anymore addressing her as the name he’d given her when they were still young and innocent, shunned from the sun, the society and the freedom they’d oh so craved.

He had loved her, yes, and she had loved him back. For many years, there had been no one but her. She’d been his anchor, his source of light, his hope, his dream.

But fate had other plans for them.

And it was fine. She still was Erza and he was still Jellal, and she was his best friend while he was hers.

                  ( he knew that, deep down in the roots of his broken soul, he’d                         never truly, fully stop loving her )

                  ( it was fine )

A hand landed on his shoulder, cold fingers grasping at the seam of his suit, and Jellal turned around to meet the cornflower gaze of the other best man, Gray’s — the tradition was for the bride to have a maid of honour… but Erza had been having none of it.

“This sure is a wonderful reception”, Lyon Vastia stated and Jellal hummed in agreement. They both watched the happy, dancing couple before he spoke up again, more quietly this time. “How do you feel?”

“I feel… good, actually.” Better than I’d thought; the words remained unspoken between them, they weren’t needed. The white-haired man knew of Jellal’s past romance ( if it could be called as such ) with the famous Requip Wizard. He knew of the bond that united them and that, even if what they had would never exceed the borders of friendship ( his doing, really ), it would still hurt to see her getting officially united with another in such an official, symbolic way.

                  ( and it had tugged at his heartstrings, yes, but— )

“I mean, look at her. Look at how she’s smiling. I can only be happy for her. And beside—“, his hand stretched to brush against the skin of Lyon’s own, before taking ahold of it and squeezing gently, “I’ve got you by my side now. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

Without letting go of his hand, the Lamia Scale Wizard suddenly wrapped his strong arms around Jellal’s waist, pulling him closer and into his cold but warm hold.

“You know,” this time, his voice had dropped so low it sounded almost like a whisper, “that I love you, right?”

Jellal let out a chuckle and turned his head to peck his companion on the corner of his lips. “I do. And I love you too.”

He looked at the dance floor once again, his eyes crossing the chocolate orbs of the beautiful bride. The Heavenly Body mage gave her a thumbs up, to which Titania flashed him in response the brightest, most beautiful smile he’d ever seen stretch her lips.

                                 …Yes, everything would be alright.

Name:      How the Heavenly FALLS

Fandom:   Fairy Tail

Pairing:     unrequited Jellyon  [ Jellal Fernandes x Lyon Vastia ]                  + background Lyredy  [ Meredy x Lyon Vastia ]

Rating:      TEEN  [ T ]

Date:        18/01/09, 3:18 AM

A/N:   Here I am, 3 AM, writing an angsty one-shot for my rp-biased otp.            Dedicated to Kai (@wintergraced) bc everything is her fault. Somehow.

             Not that it’s a bad thing.........

LINK:     AO3               RP BLOG: @shcklesofsin               MAIN: @cheschire-kaat ​

     …And to think he'd been worried for Meredy. How ironic... It is himsef he should have protected better.

     ( Then again, why would he have? )      ( This wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? )

     Hadn't it always been Erza, with her beautiful locks of red hair --- even with Ultear by his side and in his bed during the time spent masquerading as a council member? Had she not possessed his heart ever since their tender years? Hadn't it always been girls and girls only?

     How in God's name could he have predicted the havoc Lyon would wreck in his life, and that only with a simple kiss under the mistletoe? How could he have predicted that the smug, arrogant, frustratingly handsome Ice wizard would pierce through the walls he'd shielded himself with oh so easily, digging his way to his fragile, broken heart and making it his?

        How?!

     Overwhelmed, Jellal screamed, striking the tree he'd been using as a punching bag for about fifteen minutes in an attempt to find release. He knew Meredy would ask questions in the morning. He didn't care. He didn't care that it was past midnight either; he needed this, him who was always in control, head high and master of his emotions --- but all that was a facade, obviously. A mask behind which hid an once young boy fascinated by stars, now merely a broken soul.

     They couldn't know about this. SHE couldn't know, because she was happy and in love and so was he, with the same man.

     ( Or was he? Was it love, really? )

     He didn't quite know. Everything was so confusing nowadays.

     …

     He was tired. So tired of it all.

     ( At least, he had not forgotten to raise a soundproof barrier this time. )      ( Not that he knew whether it'd fool Erik or not. )

     The golden glow surrounding his hands faded away, and with it left every ounce of adrenaline that had inhabited him. He sunk to the ground, hands ( bleeding from punching the tree so much ) grasping his throbbing head and tears threatening to spill from his hazel eyes.

     He cursed Lyon Vastia and his kiss. Lyon, the man that had made him question everything that had once made sense in his insane life. Speaking his name brought him grief, a feeling of helplessness, warmth in his heart and butterflies in his stomach he pained to crush. Hearing it leave his ( glowing with happiness ) pink-haired guildmate's lips brought him scorching jealousy which guilt always followed. He had turned his world upside down, invaded his thoughts and dreams --- because suddenly he was not dreaming of red locks and lipstick but of white hair, cold hands and broad shoulders, of snow, ice and peppermint breath and exquisite perfume and soft, haunting and tempting lips and Mavis, of his eyes. Those beautiful, hypnotizing eyes of a deep cornflower blue, irises he felt as if he could drown into, eyes full of malice and audace but also of sadness, mystery and---

     The laugh that escaped him was bitter and desesperate and mixed with a sob, because he knew that Lyon Vastia unconsciously had him wrapped around his finger.

     And he hated it.

      Jellal Fernandes hated how deep he'd fallen for the ice prick currently courting his sister-figure, all because of a stupid Christmas tradition the other man had decided to follow.

Pairing: Nalu, Jerza, Chendy and Canajane (hints of Gruvia, Lyredy and Kinabra)

Rating: G

Fic Exchange for: @phantompierce-okamoto

A/N: I am so sorry for being late, sweetie! To make it up to you, here’s not one but four drabbles. I hope you like it, and happy belated Halloween!

Of Pumpkin Pies...

Her apartment’s kitchen was rarely, if not ever used. Usually, she would simply eat at the Guildhall or go take a bite in town; after all, Lucy Heartfilia wasn’t much of a cooker.

However, with Halloween around the corner, she was determined to help organizing the party that would be held at Fairy Tail. It had been Cana’s idea — but Mirajane was the one doing most of the setup: it was no secret that her girlfriend was more of a partier than a party planner. She wasn’t the only volunteer, tho, and when she approached the barmaid, Mira had told her that there was little left to do. “Aside from desserts.”

Lucy shouldn’t have jumped in so quickly.

This had resulted in a very messy counter, an emptied pumpkin — which she planned to carve as soon as she could — and spices, flour, eggs covering her form.

And, oh, a beautiful pumpkin pie. She wasn’t one to gloat ( not really ) but the blonde mage was very proud of the final result. Her hard work seemed to had paid off—

Two hands grabbed her shoulders, and she almost had a heart attack. “Heya, Luce!”

“Natsu!” she yelled, bringing a hand to her chest as if it would help calming her racing heart. “How many times have I told you to use the door?”

“Meh, ’m not a door person”, the Fire Dragon Slayer said with a shrug. His eyes lit up at the sight of the pie she had made. “Woah, did you bake that?”

Her glare softened. “Yeah. I don’t bake often but I think that I did a pretty good job. Only thing left is to put it in the oven.”

Natsu’s eyes lit up in a dangerous way... “Why a oven when you have a fire wizard nearby?”

...and hers widen considerably. “Natsu—” But he wasn’t listening.

“Fire Dragon’s—” “NATSU, NO—” “ROAAAR!”

“….I’m sorry, Luce.” “YOU IDIOT.” “—ow!”

“…”

"If you want I can… help you make another one” “…” “… Luce?”

*sigh*

“…Yeah. I’d like that."

Dates...

Arms crossed, eyebrow raised, she merely stared at the blue-haired mage in front of her. She didn’t see Jellal often — although the opportunities became much more numerous after the charges against him were dropped — and so for him to simply show up at her doorstep? It took her aback.

Not that she wasn’t happy about it, far from it.

“Erza”, he greeted her, his voice almost a whisper.

The redhead spotted a flash of pink hair across the hallway — his guild must have dragged him here to see her, she deduced. A smile made its way on her face but she couldn’t help but be disappointed a bit: the Requip mage would have much preferred for him to show up on his own accord.

“Jellal” , she smiled, greeting him back. “What are you doing here?"

The ex-fugitive suddenly seemed... nervous, which inevitably ended up making her feel nervous too; perhaps it wouldn’t be a simple, formal talk. Maybe—

Her and him weren’t a couple. They weren’t. But they shared feelings for each other that were much more than platonic and — she blushed slightly at the memory — had shared a kiss on a few occasions. Nothing too bold, of course. He wasn’t ready.

But as she watched him fiddle with the hem of his cloak, she wondered if maybe, maybe—

“I was, uh—”

He looked away from his hands and up at her with those beautiful hazel eyes of his, and she was left breathless as he slowly picked up her hands and held them in his, rubbing her palms with his thumb.

“Crime Sorcière is invited to the Halloween party Cana is throwing and… Meredy told me Gray was going with Juvia and that she was also going with someone… and Cobra seems to be going with Kinana so—”

“Yes.”

The word was out before she even had the time to think about it. Not that she would have said anything else.

He blinked. “Yes?”

It was hard to resist the urge to throw herself in his arms. “Yes.”

He smiled, a smile so bright it made her dizzy. But not as dizzy as when he raised her palm to his lips and laid a kiss on top of it.

“I’ll pick you up at seven“, he whispered, the corners of his mouth still curled, and she felt more happy than she’d been in a long time.

Bandages...

It wasn’t rare for Wendy to feel like a stranger amongst her Fairy Tail family. After all, she’s considerably younger, she’s smaller and… well, not as rowdy.

She wasn’t one to participate in guild brawls, but more like the one who would stand on the sidelines in case her healings skills would be needed.

And with all the wizards present tonight, they sure ended up needing her help: the Halloween party organized by Mirajane Cana hadn’t only been a gathering for the Fairy Tail wizards, but also Sabertooth, Lamia Scale, Mermaid Heel and, judging by the man she was currently working her magic on, Blue Pegasus. Crime Sorcière seemed to be present too: she had spotted Jellal and Erza quietly talking earlier — hands linked together; she had smiled at the sight — as well as a furious Angel, which somewhat explained the state Hibiki was currently in ( flirting with Yukino seemed to have been a bad move ).

Crazy. All of them.      ( but she loved it )

“Wow, she really did a number on him!” a cheery voice spoke from behind her. With so many people in the Fairy Tail guildhall, fists were destined to collide eventually, and with the number of wizards tenfold, Wendy couldn’t be more glad to have her best friend here to help her.

Also, she looked pretty in that cheerleader costume.

Very, very pretty.

Wendy swallowed, adjusting her witch hat to hide her face — and her blush — a bit more. 

Realizing that she had yet to answer, the Sky Dragon Slayer brought her attention back on the injured playboy. “Y-yeah. Nothing permanent, fortunately.”

Chelia smiled. “Let me give you a hand”, she spoke softly as she laid her hand on Wendy’s. The blue-haired girl felt her heart skip a beat in her chest.

“A—ah, thanks”

What is wrong with me?

...And Alcohol

Everyone was gone around 3 AM. Except Cana. She was sleeping on the table, a bottle of wine in her grasp, lightly snoring.

“Hey, sweetie,” she suddenly heard the voice of her girlfriend speak in her ear, awaking her from her slumber. “it’s time to go home “

“Mhm”, Cana only mumbled.

“...”

“...”

“...Want me to carry you?”

“...Mhmmm”

Pairing: Bixlu (Bickslow x Lucy Heartfilia)

Rating: G

Gift for: @raijindork

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY APRIL! I feel really bad for not being able to finish yesterday but hAVE THAT BODYPAINTER! BICKSLOW AU

Even after all these years, the feeling of the painbrush drawing on her bare back still achieved to give her shivers.

...then again, she suspected that it wasn’t the tools as much as the hands working with them.

 Lucy Heartfilia heard the ‘cling’ of his instruments being put back on the tray, felt his hands brush aside her golden locks, felt the caress of his lips against the skin behind her ear and the whisper of his voice:

“Are you cold?”

She smiled. Always so concerned about her comfort; that was her Bix alright.

“No,” she whispered back, “it’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect”, he shot back quietly and she jabbed him in what she assumed to be his ribs, a laugh escaping her.

It was silent for a moment – which was the norm, really. She has been Bickslow’s model for a long, long time, even before they started dating and before he asked her to marry him – by painting the question on her stomach. He always had worked in silent, only exchanging a few words here and there. Focus was critical.

A few minutes again, she spoke again.

“However, I do believe that I would be much happier without this”, she pointed to the blindfold covering her eyes, “obscuring my sight.”

He chuckled. Enjoying her suffering, it seemed.

“You’ll see soon enough”, her lover told her, his voice teasing but with a hint of pride in it – the piece decorating her back must be the start of a true masterpiece. She then heard rustling, some footsteps—

“I want it”, Lucy squeaked as a pair of warm hands settled on her stomach, “to be a surprise.”

He kissed her barely visible bump, then her neck and finally her lips, booping her nose as he returned to his seat and started working again.

“I hope it’ll be worth the wait”, she huffed, a blush adorning her cheeks.

Title: An Eye for an Eye

Character: Cobra/Erik

Rating: T

A/N: I’m dedicating this to @cuelebres. I’m also blaming it all on you, girl. (Thanks for getting me out of that writing hiatus I guess)

AO3  +  FFN

Title: Come Back

Pairing: Jerza (Jellal Fernandes x Erza Scarlet)

Rating: T

Series: Kaat Translates

Warning: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

A/N: This is a translation of @gods-tears98‘s amazing story, Come Back, which was originally written in french. Thanks dear!

AO3  +  ORIGINAL

Title: Unimagineable

Pairing: Jerza (Jellal Fernandes x Erza Scarlet)

Rating: G

Series: Loving Like a Fairy Tail

A/N: Just a quick thing because they're my OTP and I want them to be happy

AO3

She laid her head on his chest and sighed, her eyes falling onto the sleeping, barely three-days-old infant craddled in her arms. The surreal but oh-so-welcomed sigh brought a smile to her lips.

Erza looked up and had to refrain from laughing at the awestruck expression that painted Jellal's features. Her husband was caressing the child's head with caution, as if he expected the newborn to break or vanish. She deducted that he simply hadn't gotten over this yet.

She couldn't blame him, really. Only in her wildest dreams had she pictured herself and the love of her life free, free from the tower and the guilt, happy, married. As parents.

And yet here they were.

Title: Foreign Words

Pairing: BixCo (Bickslow x Cobra )

Rating: T

Series: Loving Like a Fairy Tail

Requested by: @raijindork

A/N: Thank you for sending me this prompt omfg?? I loved writing this one. I would have included more Lucy/CoLuBix but my mind was, well, fixed onto this scenario. 

AO3

Cobra was seated at Fairy Tail’s bar, where he had been grumpily nursing a poisonous drink for the past hour. Even with the company of Cubellios — or Kinana, as they now called her around here —, his patience was wearing thin. Not only that, but Natsu had suddenly decided five minutes ago that it’d be the perfect time to challenge Gajeel to a fight, and he now had to duck so he wouldn’t get hit by the occasional chairs sent his way. The sooner he got out of this hell hole, the better.

For God’s sake, what was the Boss doing?!

Suddenly, the chair beside him was pulled and a tall figure flopped down into it. It was a member of the Raijinshuu, he deducted after eyeing him briefly from head to two, the one with the helmet and the freaky totems.

Oh, and the blond girl from the Nirvana disaster was there, too. Great.

Cobra went back to his drink, not particularly wishing to pay attention to the newcomers. A wish that wasn’t reciprocated, apparently.

“Heyyy, how you doin’?” he looked at the freak — which was a vague adjective to distinct him from the others because really, they were all insane in this goddamn guild — who flashed him a huge grin.

The ex-Oración Seis groaned. “Vas-t-en, connard.”

Why he spoke to him in another language, it was beyond him. Maybe it was just for the fun of it. But, who was he kidding, there wasn’t a chance that he’d listen either way.

While the blond girl — Luigi? Whatever, like it mattered — struggled to hide the huge grin that made its way onto her features, the freak blinked once, twice. “Huh?”

“It’s French for ’go away’” he snapped.

Go away, dumbass, the Poison Dragon Slayer corrected himself internally. There was nothing quite as satisfying as insulting people without them understanding. Except maybe annoying Angel, but that was very hard to beat.

The freak laughed. “Ooooh, I love hearing people speak foreign words. You’re a frenchie?”

“No,” Cobra muttered, “I just know the essential.”

He started laughing again. “Man, you’re a fun one. The name’s Bickslow—”

“I don’t care.”

“—and maybe you’d consider speaking some french between my legs later tonight?”

The Boss would reprimand him later but honestly? He didn’t give a shit.

That guy was just asking to be punched.

Title: Just Friends

Pairing: Grayza (Gray Fullbuster x Erza Scarlet)

Rating: T

Series: Loving Like a Fairy Tail

A/N: I couldn’t stop thinking about this. There truly isn’t enough Grayza content out there. 

AO3

Erza wakes up to the sound of the birds chirping outside of her apartment. The soft light of a waking sun illuminates her bedroom's pale walls and wooden floor, giving the room a slightly magical atmosphere.

The Requip Mage sits up in her bed, revealing the naked state last night's activities had left her in. Her gaze is inevitably attracted to the man by her side; the slow and heavy breathing she can hear tells her that yes, he's still sleeping. Then again, Gray has, unlike her, never been an early riser.

Fingers slip into his raven locks without her realizing it. The moment she actually notices how she's stroking his hair is the moment she retracts her hand abruptly, as if she had been burnt. He doesn't wake up, fortunately for her.

She buries her head in her hands, and she lets out a sigh of frustration.

Her and Gray are friends, it's a simple as that. Yes, they sleep together regularly, but that doesn't really mean anything. It's just to satisfy her needs, their needs.

She doesn't love him.

Title: Mirror, Mirror

Pairing: BixLu (Bickslow x Lucy Heartfilia)

Rating: G

Series: Loving Like a Fairy Tail

Requested by: @raijindork 

A/N: Here you go! <3

AO3

“I remember practicing asking you out in a mirror”, her boyfriend muttered with slight shame in her hair. Lucy stopped scribbling in her notebook — the one used for her writing — and turned her head, brown eyes meeting his hypnotizing dark red ones. He was blushing, a little bit. “Evergreen walked in on me in the middle of a ‘heartwarming speech’. She didn’t let it go until I asked you on our first date.”

“That is so cute.”

He groaned in response and hid his face in her neck. She smiled fondly and went back to her writing.

A few minutes later, however, she had an idea. A very good idea indeed.

“You know,” she said and the Seith mage looked up, “I used the mirror to practice a few times myself.”

“Oh?” he grinned. “For what?”

“Well…”

She turned the page of her book, and Bickslow watched her write each word on the paper.

We’re…

He cocked his head. “We’re what?”

We’re having…

His eyes widened.

We’re having a…

“No.” her boyfriend looked at her. “Yes?”

We’re having a baby.