#sortear

S O R T E A R

for @x4evermore

Prompt: "Mortal bodies timeless souls."

Pairing: Sorano x Ultear (Sortear)

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[A/N] : Hahaha, another Sortear. Try and stop me.

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The way our hearts beat in a rhythm,

It makes one think if we were born to make symphonies.

We are dark, so dark, our insides gutting themselves out in a display—we shiver at the name of vulnerability.

But you give me your being

And I hand you my self in your palm;

We are tearing our lungs apart and screaming,

“Break me. Break me if you can, if you want. I have nothing to fear but you.”

Our glories have always been speckled with evil;

Darling, tell me, did they kill your innocent self too?

Did this cruel world show you glitter calling in gold?

Till you were blinded by the shimmer and dusted by the betrayal.

Love, remember, when your white silky hair falls on your face, you are brighter than all the divinity they will pour over you;

That when our lips touched each other,

We have made heavens look weaker.

We choose redemption as if our holiness will taint all our sins into a new spectrum,

As if we will be a whole new person.

What they don't tell us is that our sins have consumed our core;

That our lives are nothing more than worth a minute.

They pick our grief and thrash us on the floor, like our empty evilness made us do the same.

They do it again and again and try to shatter us; into pieces; as if we aren't fragments already.

But Darling, remember,

We have

Mortal bodies and timeless souls.

And they can't take that away from us.

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[A/N] : You're wrong to think that I'm here to make any sense.

Late but this is for Day 3 of the @ft-wwtdp event

Prompt: “I’m not tryna fall in love, I just wanna get fucked up” with Jerik and mini Sorano/Ultear

Read on Ao3

I'm not tryna look for love I just wanna get fucked up, so bartender fill it up

Jellal clutched the drink in his hand as if it was a lifeline meant to save him from his track record of bad choices. 

Given the fact that he ordered this drink in fucking Los Angeles, he didn't think it worked well.

Throwing his head back, Jellal took the chance to remind himself that it was his fault he was here in this mildly expensive bar, in fucking L.A., thousands of miles away from his hometown with nothing more than his last couple of paychecks and a suitcase to his name.

Oh, and Ultear, it was partially Ultear's fault too. 

'Come on Jellal', she said tauntingly at his hesitance 'You know we can't stay in this shithole town forever. Well, maybe you can, but I refuse.'

'What about work and basic survival' he argued ignoring her insults. He knew how Ultear worked. She would get him riled up and drag them into an argument that distracts from the actual issue at hand so later when he accuses her of never talking to him before making decisions about things she can play coy and say 'oh but I did mention it, don't you remember?'. Yeah, not this time.

'Neither of us make enough to afford to move to a city as expensive as L.A.'

She waved off his concerns as if things like food and safety meant nothing to her. 'That's why we’re staying with Erza. You didn't forget she lives there now right?'

His temper threatened to boil over. 'And you didn't think to mention that before?'

'Oh, I didn't, sorry must have slipped my mind. Anyways we leave next week!'

Actually, all of this is Ultear's fault.

They entered the bar Erza works at together, but he had no idea where Ultear had disappeared too. The last time he saw her she had hands sneaking up a white-haired girl’s shirt as they grinded into each other on the dancefloor. Come to think of it, he's glad they ran off somewhere rather than giving the whole bar a peepshow. He just wished that didn't mean he had to deal with Erza alone.

"You know, when most people order a drink, they actual drink it instead of squeezing the glass to death."

Channeling his best fuck-off look Jellal met the bartender with his best glare. 

The man didn't even flinch.

"Ooh scary eyes," he taunted. "I gotta admit the face tattoo almost makes you look intimidating. Almost. The blue hair throws everything off, it reminds me of a teenager who just got their first pack of hair dye." 

He was leaning on the bar talking to Jellal as if he was an old friend rather than stranger who just appeared during his inner monologue. Despite being pretty distracted when he first walked into the bar, Jellal knows this isn't the same bartender who served him the drink.

Jellal definitely would have remembered him.

His staring drew a crooked smile out of the bartender, Erik, his name tag says. He leaned further on the bar brining his face closer to Jellal's. He didn't say anything else, just smirked letting Jellal's eyes drink in the sight of him. Erik was the cocky type who thought he was the hottest thing alive, and while usually that was a turn-off, Jellal would have to let it slide this time. Because Erik was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. 

"I'm looking for someone. Is Erza here?"

"Depends on who's asking," Erik's eyes ran up and down Jellal once more. "Boyfriend?"

He couldn't help the snort he let out. Instead of finding it rude Erik's eyes lit up in amusement. "Okay, not a boyfriend. Family member?"

"Ex," he corrected before wincing at the term. "Well sorta, were kind of ex's"

"How the hell are you kinda exes with someone?"

"It's a long story." One Jellal would not be getting into without a large helping of alcohol.

"And the blue hair and tattoo? Are those long stories too?"

"Those are 3rd or 4th date stories at least," he did his best to look uninterested in this entire conversation. "Or when I'm drunk out of my mind. Actually, I prefer it that way."

He was rewarded with a large fanged smile. "Guess I should keep the drinks coming then, huh pretty boy?"

"I should warn you I have a very big tolerance for alcohol, we could go all night."

The look he was given was full of promise and Jellal instantly knew he wasn't going to Erza's place tonight. 

Day 1 of "I take pride in what I am" hosted by @ft-wwtdp

Prompt: Girls like Girls like Boys do, nothing new."

Pairing: Sorano x Ultear

@femslashfairies

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I know I am running late but this pairing needs more love.

[A/N]: @ceruleanshockwave Thank you for the request and for waiting. Love you too! 💙

Hope it isn't that bad.

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Sorano x Ultear + Forehead Kiss

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It's the way the leaves alter their colour, or the way ice melts down into its origin when she enters.

It's the way her black hair sways in the winds and she makes even time bend down with the snap of her fingers.

Footsteps echoed the room and guards outside Sorano's cell fell down with a loud thud. She played with the shackles around her wrist and without looking up she smirked before saying, “Could have had the common decency to come here yourself.”

“Aw, come on now, you know I am busy, darling.”

Ultear walked toward her girlfriend and hooked her hand under her chin, raising her face to look in her eyes. “I've missed you.”

The white-haired girl leaned to press her forehead against hers and said, “Me too.”

After a moment, Ultear pulled back to sit next to her. “So, tell me, how does getting your ass kicked like this feels like?”

“Haha, so funny,” Sorano replied monotonously.

“You all were a third of Balam Alliance. Your defeat has certainly shaken the underlying Dark Guilds.”

“Those underlings are of no use anyway. Some of them shiver even in the name of Magic Council guards.”

Ultear gave out a rich laugh, her merriment contagious enough to smooth down the agitation around Sorano.

“So, what's next?” The time mage asked.

Sorano gestured at her handcuffs. “Planning to get out. After, that... Let's see. There is this Zootopia or Zentopia or something... I don't know the details but there is some clock thingy which will bring destruction and chaos.”

“Oo, sounds fun. Say, do you need help in breaking out?”

Sorano chuckled. “I appreciate the offer, but we still are Oración Seis.” she winked before adding, “We'll figure something out.”

Ultear grinned. A silence fell in the air around them, a little too thick. She took the opportunity to shift in closer to her girlfriend and lean against her shoulder.

Angel wanted to give in; relish the comfort that which is always only momentary before it fleets away. But this time, she resisted.

The parting is always too painful.

She swallowed a lump in her throat and said, “They are strong.”

“Who? Fairy Tail?”

She only nodded in response.

“Ah, don't worry about them. We will dispose them off. They are the least of our concern.” Ultear said as she gently intertwined their fingers.

“Did you see him?”

“The mother killer?” Sorano smirked. “Yes. Gray was there. Didn’t get the chance to fight with him personally. That celestial blonde came in the way. Oh, and he was there too: the one who called himself emperor.”

“Ah, Lyon. The poor boy thought that he could surpass my so-called mother. I grew a strange fondness towards him, actually; liked his bitterness, until he wasted his potential and joined the guild and went on the other path. He is no different.”

Angel felt the slight shiver of Ultear’s fingers around hers. She could sense the bitterness, the hatred bubbling inside of her; memories trying to flood out. She gave a gentle press to her hand; assuring her she is there. With a soft yet heavy exhale, she rested her head on Ultear’s shoulder.

None of them spoke for a while. The time mage slowly turned to look at Sorano. “I am sorry that it has to be this way.”

The celestial wizard only gave her a watery smile, trying to gulp down all the brimming emotions. “It's okay.”

“It's going to end soon, I promise. We are finally going to Tenrou Island where Zeref most likely is. We have collected all the keys for his awakening. Soon Ultimate Magic World will be in our grasp; it can bring back lost happiness. There will be unlimited Lost Magic and we will be finally happy.”

Sorano saw the hope and determination in her eyes. Along with it, there was this something—something that they all shared; something that other people will call to be lined across darkness and evil.

But what do these petty people know about hope and darkness? What do they know about evil?

She gave her an encouraging smile when she heard the whimpering of guards outside.

“They are waking up. I... I should get going,” Ultear said. She stood up, brushing off her clothes.

When she turned back, her eyes met Sorano's. Both of them held a knowing look; familiar with and dreading what's coming. This is what she always hates. The parting. The goodbyes. The fear whether and when will they see each other again.

She kneeled down, cupping Sorano's face. The other girl intently stared at her before leaning in and closing her eyes, exhaling a painful sigh. Ultear knew then. She pushed back the tears

stinging her eyes and bent down to plant gently kiss Sorano's forehead.

xxx

When Ultear kneeled in front of her, Sorano could see the hesitation, the longing, the sadness in her eyes. She stared at the woman in front of her: the way her eyes were glistening, the way her shell-pink lips were softly parting—the way they feel when they touch her.

And then the realisation hit her.

She closed her eyes, letting Ultear kiss her forehead.

Because she knew that if she kisses her, she’ll know that she isn’t really here. She’ll know that her illusion will shatter, and they will be left in this emptiness swallowing their hearts. She’ll know that they are miles apart.

It will hit her that she doesn’t know when she will see her again.

Ultear’s words echoed in her mind.

“It can bring back lost happiness.”

She remembered their lost happiness: Ultear and her mother, the hope of the time mage meeting her; the hope of her seeing her sister Yukino again— just a glance will be enough; their lost childhood which was crushed by this cruel world.

All of that came flashing before her mind.

But in that moment, all she wished was to be trapped in this moment with Ultear. All she wanted was this happiness that they were losing in front of them.

She wasn’t sure whether Ultimate Magic World can bring it back.

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[A/N] : I know it's heavily OOC.

Summary: She kneeled before them and pleaded, “Please, I beg of you! You can kill me in return after that if you want.”

 Dimaria raised a playful eyebrow as she heard the desperation edging the voice.

 “What’s her story?” Brandish asked.

“Ultear.”

Sorano x Ultear. One Shot. Slight Dimaria x Brandish.

[A/N]:

Me: I don’t ship Ultear with anyone.

Also Me: Let’s dig out all the rare pairs.

Alright, so who was it again that dragged me into this ship?

I suck at picking Titles so excuse me for that.

“You must be pretty desperate to come to me for help,” Dimaria said.

Sorano looked up at her. She was sitting on her throne which was made for each member of the Spriggan Twelve. An amused smile was playing on her lips as she gently tapped her fingers on the armrest.

“You are the only wizard on Earthland capable of doing that,” Sorano replied.

“Now, now, that’s too much flattery,” Dimaria chuckled.

She studied the white-haired mage in front of her. She would be lying if she says that she isn’t intrigued. How rare is it, after all, to come from the other side of the world in front of one of Spriggan Twelve and request something like that.

“I have searched everywhere. Gone to every Time Wizard to ask this. No one else can do this. You’re the descendant of Chronos-- the god of time himself. It’s all facts and not flattery.”

 Sorano saw the half-lidded eyes slightly glinting. She gulped. She was afraid; the magic power coming from the other woman was of another level. It was a suicide mission. If the other members of Crime Sorciere would have known that she was serious about actually doing it, they would have never let her come. Therefore, she didn’t tell anyone.

 But she knows that Erik knows. He gave her an almost pleading look before she slipped away. She knows that he was hearing her so before leaving, she gave him a soft yet determined look and thought

 I am sorry but I have to do it. It’s the only way. I have to do it for her.

 She snapped out of her reverie and saw Dimaria still looking at her before parting her lips slowly and saying, “And what if I say no?”

 “Well, then I go back,” Sorano shrugged. “There is nothing that I can do.”

 “I like your nonchalance. How casually you are standing here in front of me; because there is so much that I can do,” Dimaria said in a haughty voice which comes in her God Soul. “I can ruffle your feathers and tear them apart one by one. You do understand that now, don’t you, sweet Angel? They don’t call me Valkyrie for nothing.”

 Sorano felt a chill running down her spine, palms sweating.

 “Who are you tearing apart now?” a bored voice called from behind.

 Sorano jerked, slowly turning around to see a green haired girl walking towards them. Her immense magic power reaching them from a distance. Jellal was right, these wizards of Alakitasia were out of charts. She could only imagine what could happen to her. In what ways she would die.

 She sighed and reminded herself,

 If I could see her for one last time in return, then it’s all worth it.

 “Oh, Brandish!” Dimaria exclaimed, a genuine smile now rippling on her face. She kissed her as she sat beside her.

 “Well, this girl here wants to see her girlfriend.”

 “All this sappy romance; I couldn’t care less,” Brandish said monotonously.

 “Of course, you don’t.”

 “How would you feel if someone you loved disappears in a realm that is out of your grasp? You cannot mourn them because they are not dead, but you have to suffer every day because they are not with you anymore.” Sorano cried.

 She kneeled before them and pleaded, “Please, I beg of you! You can kill me in return after that if you want.”

 Dimaria raised a playful eyebrow as she heard the desperation edging the voice.

 “What’s her story?” Brandish asked.

 “Ultear.”

 “Ah, that explains.”

 Sorano looked at them, surprised.

 “Do you know her?”

 “Everyone felt her Last Ages. Very few realised it. Time wizards of her calibre are very rare, I’ll give her that. But—” She smirked and raised Sorano’s chin with her foot, “Your sweetheart has stained my world. You see, it was supposed to be mine and mine alone. Her presence has tainted it and I am very angry.”

 Angel stared at them, unwavered, ready to accept whatever cruel fate will be bestowed upon her.

 “Nevertheless, I will consider your request,” The blonde said finally.

 Sorano couldn’t believe what she has heard. Her heart started pounding loudly.

 She asked, “And what do you want in return?”

 “The cost of this? We will see about that later. Or you will see that later.”

 She knew that Valkyrie would try to pull something off after this is over, but she couldn’t care less. All that mattered right now was that she will be able to see Ultear.

 The blonde sat back again and smirked. “Ready?”

 Angel nodded.

 Dimaria clicked her teeth and suddenly everything around them turned still. So still.

 “Go ahead,” she gestured to the door.

 Sorano turned around and ran outside.

 “You won’t let her slide so easily, would you?” Brandish asked.

 “Of course not, honey. I have something else planned for her,” Dimaria replied.

 “Ugh, I can’t bother myself with so much work. But,” Brandish looked at her, “Sometimes I like your this ruthless, evil side,” she said and kissed her girlfriend.

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 Sorano stopped as she finally came outside the palace in the open ground. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Ultear.”

 Suddenly she heard footsteps as someone materialised before her. Dark purple-black hair and brown eyes came before her vision. She didn’t realise when she has started to cry.

 “Sorano,” her name echoed as it escaped Ultear’s lips.

 “Ultear!” she cried as she saw her girlfriend. She wanted to run towards her and throw her arms, wrapping her in an embrace and never let her go again.

 Except

 Except her legs weren’t moving now.

 She tried to move but her entire body was frozen now. The tears that were rolling down her cheeks were not dropping.

 She was just standing like a spectator in this Valley. She was still. So still.

 Somewhere she heard a dark chuckle.

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Ultear wrapped Sorano in a big hug.

 She saw the struggle that the other was having. She knew that Sorano wanted to scream, “I cannot move, I cannot speak!”

 “Oh, love,” she said as she cupped Sorano’s face and rested her forehead on hers.

 “You didn’t have to go this far, hon. Do you realise how dangerous it could have been?” she said.

Sorano could only stare at her back in return.

 “I know that we cannot see other… but I am here and always will be around you. I exist in this valley but I am time itself. I could only project myself in this realm but I am everywhere, every time, everything.”

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 Click.

 The falling leaves stopped mid-air.

 Dimaria stood from her seat, walking down a frozen Sorano and Brandish.

 “I know you’re already here,” she said.

 A thought projection came into existence. Ultear stood before her

 Sorano wanted to cry out loud. This was worse than dying. Ultear was in front of her, more alive than she ever will be, and yet, she cannot touch her. She was allowed to see her but not feel her. There are so many things that she wanted to say but all she was allowed to do was listen.

 I missed you, she whispered, but it was all useless.

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 “That’s more than cruel,” Ultear snapped.

 “My, my, is this how you talk to someone from whom you want help?” Dimaria said.

 “It’s just a matter of minutes, anyway!

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Ultear kissed Sorano, trying to savour each and every moment; remembering how her skin feels against hers; trying to save everything before they turn to ruins.

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Sorano looked at Ultear desperately, trying to memorise everything: the way her soft brown eyes glow like all the light belongs in them; the way her hair falls on her hair.

 But it was not enough.

 It will never be enough

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“I think that’s enough for now,” They heard Dimaria’s voice echoing.

 They looked at each other, eyes hungry, hearts welling up; breaking.

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“Yes, and in those minutes, you are not allowed to do your magic. You won’t undo my spell and let her move in the Valley.” Dimaria said. “That’s my end of the deal.”

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The Time Mage slowly untangled their arms, their threaded fingers and slowly moved backwards.

 “I love you.”

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“For once, please,” Ultear pleaded.

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 Sorano saw Ultear’s Projection crumbling to dust. She tried to move but her frozen body did not comply.

 Suddenly, her throat found her voice.

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 Fine.

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“I love you, too!” Ultear heard a loud cry.

 She smiled to herself before she became an abstract again.

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[A/N]:  Yeah, I know, it does not make any sense but I had fun writing it. Reviews are much appreciated.

Ultear x Sorano  - Imbibe

“I don’t imbibe, Angel.” Ultear stated cooly, sipping through the clear straw of her tea. The small quirk of her lips indicating her teasing.

She rolled her eyes at the woman’s stubbornness and the fact that she had used her code name. Opposed to her own thoughts, apparently they weren’t over the usage of it. She toyed around with the pint in head hands, her eyes narrowing into the center. The aluminum had ceased to keep her drink cool, making the frothy substance taste like piss instead of ale.

“A little sip never hurt anyone,” she cooed.

Her attempt ruined by her guild master’s hand. “I abstain from such drinks, they only bring further doom upon the masses. I think maybe you should try a sip of my tea instead.”

Ultear’s eyes all knowing as she slid the condensated glass over their makeshift table -a crate. So much for the first date Sorano had been planning. Gripping the handle of her mug, she chucked back the vile tasting drink. She wouldn’t be told twice to take a drink from something much sweeter.

Her tongue pulled the straw into her mouth, tepidly inhaling the substance. She could feel her face grow hot as Ultear watched her. With a small gulp she pulled back, the sickly sweet taste of honey sticking to her throat; melding with the saliva of her mouth.

A single dark brow arching as Sorano looked at the glass. “Well?”

Dipping back down she took another lengthy sip, her red lipstick pasted onto the straw. The earthy undertones of the tea something she had craved for so much. When she pulled back, her eyes sheepishly met Ultear’s.

“It’s good… Maybe I should try different habits now.” Her throat bubbled as a squeaky hiccup passed through, the alcohol really taking its toll.

Well Mollie, I honestly don’t really have a favorite for Ultear but this happened and uh yeah. Have some angst… With Ultear as the sacrificial lamb. 27/28 

P.S. Tomorrow will be my last one and it will be extra spicy o; 

Sortear - Nightmare 

“So what happened to her?” She spat, sending a malefic gaze toward her blubbering guildmaster. He hadn’t ceased his crying ever since they emerged from the ruins.

Everyone had come back, except for her -the true leader in her eyes. She was pissed that Jellal couldn’t calm down enough to speak. Her hand circling around one of her small golden coins. It was warm by now but she missed its cool touch. How the metal would seep into her skin, making her feel numb.

A violent screech came forth from the recesses of the ancient walls. The rumble echoing into the forest around them, shaking the birds from where they rest. The brush shivering as rabbits scattered.

She looked over Jellal once more, a white bow gripped within his fingers. The reminisce of scarlet darting over the fine silk. Sorano bit her lip, kneeling down in front of the man.

Jellal’s eyes didn’t meet hers but they didn’t have to. With as much patience she could manage, she peeled each and every one of his fingers back. The calloused hands aloft as she pried the bow free.

Each took their own shaky breath. The night’s musky air making her stomach bubble violently. Her insides convulsing and heating up. She let out her own scream as her own nightmare was a reality.

There was no way she could live without her; Ultear her only salvation in this fucked up land. Someone she loved more than her baby sister.

She scrambled to her feet, digging her heels deep into the muddy earth. Her view focused on the large keystone above the archway to the ruins. The alien-like symbol rotting her core, pulling her to the woman she once knew so well.