#ertear

I really like this pairing, it sits pretty squarely in my strike zone for numerous reasons lol.  Villain x Hero? CHECK.  Redemption Arc? CHECK.  Pretty Brunette x Pretty Redhead? CHECK.  Badass x Badass? CHECK. ANGST POTENTIAL???  CHECKMATE I’M DEAD.

I know I’m ace but this pairing is HOT DAMN.

Also, this one gets a little suggestive but contains nothing explicit.

Bumped up in the batting order for @renkyrie. I hope you enjoy it! :)

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Armada Day 60: Hands Stained Red Erza x Ultear

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It was strange how her hands could be rendered so beautiful in Erza’s eyes, when they were not so in Ultear’s own.  They were stained with blood and reeked of iron to her senses, but Erza called them lovely, and held them as gently as she would delicate glass.  There were no calluses upon Ultear’s hands – a side effect of the magic they wielded, perhaps – and always so cold from the ice that ran in her veins (a gift from her mother that had surely protected her just as much as it had damned her).  They were in stark contrast to Erza’s own hands which were rough and so warm that Ultear felt like melting whenever they touched her.

And touch her they did, and often.  The first time had stemmed from an apology, given in a spare moment in a hidden place soon after Erza’s return from Tenrou.  It had been innocent, that first touch.  Erza had clasped Ultear’s bloodstained hands in her own and had enveloped them in warmth Ultear hadn’t known how to feel until then.  That was all it had been, though.  Just that little amount of contact – neither of them were comfortable with having the walls they’d erected around themselves breached by a practical stranger – but… it was enough.  That first had led to another meeting, Ultear seeking out the redhead without even realizing it.  At the beginning she’d made the excuse of updating Erza on how their mutual friend was doing.  But soon enough Erza was asking after her instead, and Ultear forgot to use the crutch Jellal provided more and more often, until he became an afterthought rather than her purpose.

It was strange, too, that her hands could now bring forth something other than death.  Now her hands made red stains across Erza’s skin instead of pools of blood.  It made her wonder if, someday, the former would outnumber the latter.  That the only red staining her hands would be scarlet hair strands from her lover, or kiss-swollen lips held against her palms.

Only time would tell.

Edit of a part of fanfiction written by me.

(Read right to left)

- just in case 

Ultear has to make sure that Jellal is truly on her side, and she can only think of one way to do that. 

Erza x Ultear - TW: NSFK, Non-con voyeurism - 14 / 29

inspired by @watcher-ofthe-sky​

I made a very quick and bad ertear doodle.

Summary: Their love will never be more than an illusion. But they will take the reality, no matter how blur it might be. Pairing: Erza x Ultear                                                    *** She calls her in her dreams, or perhaps that’s what she hears. It’s only a momentary glimpse--enough to sustain her; enough to satiate her hunger. That smile, almost hidden by the raven locks swinging in the wind. Erza would give a million jewels just to see it every day even for a second.

She says that she is everywhere; residing in the valleys of time, she watches her every moment. Erza only tells her that it isn’t fair. 

Time has its cracks. It’s a world of magic, after all. Elements collide and construct themselves; hinder the flow of naturality. Even something as absolute as time cannot escape it. That is when Erza sees her. Her pale skin glowing in the sunlight, her eyes carrying that mirth. “Ultear,” Erza tries to call, to catch her but fails.

AO3 | 900 | @watcher-ofthe-sky (I think?)

“I can’t believe I’m stuck in jail with you of all people.” The time mage sneered at Erza through her cell’s bars.

She could hardly believe it either. In all the time, she had known the councilwoman --although it was prior to the time mage’s change of heart-- while she was never innocent, she took care to make sure that her hands were pristine. Jellal and Meredy were proof enough. They seem to have accepted the brunt of the blame, especially in Jellal’s case, Meredy seemed to be protected by some elusive soft spot.

“It seems that we have something in common. If you ask me, it’s long overdue.”

“Your imprisonment?” --she threw out casually-- “Well, you fairies have never made it easy. Truth be told, I’d prefer seeing Salamander in a cell after the copious amounts of trouble he’s caused...I suppose I’ll settle for you.” 

“Here, I thought you were intelligent.”

Ultear did not spare her a glance. “You assumed which is no one’s fault but your own.”

Erza scoffed, of course, it would only take a matter of seconds for them to quarrel. “You deliberately misunderstood.”

“You must be rubbing off on me then.”

“Oh,” Ultear’s lips twisted in a smirk. “I didn’t realize you were so impressionable.”

“Perhaps you neglected to listen.”

“That’s rare; I wasn’t aware you were capable of acknowledging your shortcomings.”

“What can I say? I’ve seen the light.”

Erza turned on her heel heat rising in her face. 

Banter wasn’t her strength, --even after years of verbal spars with Mira-- and Ultear had a talent for getting under her skin, in the worst way.

Defying every odd, the cot was less welcoming than the other woman’s presence. The gray stone added another layer of gloom to the dank cell. If it weren’t for the bars between them, Erza would remain vigilant. 

Nothing left to do; she settled onto the cot. Soon enough, Erza drifted off.

A rough shake of her shoulder broke her slumber. Ultear was hovering above, “If you would like to put an end to this farce, I’ve found an exit. Time is of the essence.”

Before she could think it through, they made haste. Far enough along, and they made camp.

Across the campfire, burgundy eyes danced in unison with the flicking flames. Usually, the time mage gave nothing away; here, their temporary camaraderie appeared to melt boundaries. 

Maybe it was another of Ultear’s countless tricks, to soften, to feign a glimmer of vulnerability; her eyes a mirror to Erza’s desires, reflecting what she wanted to see. Privy to a masquerade.

Erza knew better than to think anything of the attention. While she wanted to believe the best of people, someone like Ultear didn’t loosen her grip easily. She spent the better part of her life controlling everything --and everyone-- within her grasp, manipulation was second nature and her choice to free Erza as well could hardly be on a whim.

After all, the former councilwoman --while entirely in possession of her faculties-- aided and abetted the most dangerous dark guild in Fiore, played puppeteer to countless lives, and a slew of atrocities, known and unknown.

Yet, she was helping her --albeit to assure her escape and with no shortage of sharp remarks-- almost as if in apology if she was capable of it. 

“So Titania,” Ultear drawled, “what convinced you to get off your high horse. I hardly expected you to take me up on my offer?”

“I haven’t done anything of the sort” Erza didn’t quite have an answer to the question.

“Hmmm…” In fact, why was she still here at all? “I suppose honesty is in short supply today.”

She had to keep an eye on the fugitive, that was it. Who else would? “I didn’t claim moral authority.”

Ultear rested her chin on her hand. An immaculately manicured nail was tapping her lip. “Your actions say enough.”

“You certainly enjoy twisting my words.”

“That I cannot deny.” Ultear leaned in, immaculate even after her stint behind bars, which only served to make Erza feel less put together.

The time mage tiled her head in feigned innocence, “Has it ever been suggested that you may benefit from lightening up?” --she hovered-- entirely at home in Erza’s space-- so close, one shift and…-- “There are many ways to relax, and I would be glad to offer my assistance if you ask nicely.”

Acting bolder than she felt, Erza shot back, “And let you sell me a bill of goods, while you what? Rob me blind, sink your teeth in so you can coerce me into doing your bidding.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” --prowling-- “I’ve never had a complaint, I’ll even give you a taste before you decide.”

“A taste beside, I wouldn’t know what to ask for.”

“Perhaps I could enlighten you.” Ultear inched closer with every word. I don’t do this for just anyone.”

A mirror. Fragile, overlooked, as dangerous in its original form as it was at the end of its natural use.  Even if its deception was shattered, the shards could still cut to ribbons. Erza only saw what she desired, as outlandish as that was, and she was in significantly more danger for it.

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: no one yet. let's see how her relationship with sting and rogue develops. ^^

brotp: mmm maybe erza?

general opinions: she's an interesting character. i hope she's going to get more development in the future. ^^

ANIME/MANGA: I fell in love with it the moment I saw it on my dash. so worth.