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Name:      Vows

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.

NOTE:   Dedicated to @wintergraced, my dear ship partner, and @titaxia / @pierxer bc our BROTP gives. me. LIFE.

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How the Heavenly FALLS

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.

     And, most of all, he hated how he couldn't even bring himself to resent the man for it.

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Title: Of Pumpkin Pies, Dates, Bandages and Alcohol

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”

Mirajane giggled and, even in her sleepy state, Cana thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

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Title: ( I have yet to find a goddamn title I’m sorry )

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.

   And, oh, it was.

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I wish you would write a fic where Jerza, Sorabeth and Kinabra have triple date together^^'

Already wrote a double date with Jerza and Sorabeth so tbh? Totally up for a triple one xDD

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I wish you would write a fic where Jellal finally confess his love to Erza (with some help from his guild members)

hUHHHH YES

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I wish you would write a fic where while Crime Sorciere visits Fairy Tail, Sorano and Macbeth had an intimate moment in a discret corner, but are catched by Natsu, Happy and Lucy, who are shocked.

LMFAOO! Okay I could totally write this.

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“I wish you would write a fic where…” Erik and Kinana share a first kiss.

AWWW maybe one day! Sounds really cute (tbh I’m such a sucker for first kisses)

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Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence "I wish you would write a fic where..."

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An Eye for an Eye

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

X791; shortly after the Reborn Oracion Seis’s jailbreak 

The top drawer of Brain’s old desk opened with a shrieking sound that hurt his oversensitive ears. It had been left untouched for a very long time: its bottom was covered in such a thick pile of dust that he, if not for the ebony shade uncovered by his fingerprints, would have believed the wood to be naturally gray of color. Unlike the last two he had checked, this drawer was almost empty, which considerably eased his task as he immediately spotted what he was looking for: there, on top of a stack of old documents, laid an old dagger.

Bingo.

Cobra took out the knife and inspected it. No wonder why Brain had loved it so much: it was a beautiful object. And ancient, too; the steel was rusty from the years and the lack of care it had received, as its owner was currently rotting in a jail cell. In the handle had been carved words of a language he couldn’t understand and most likely never would.

The weapon was heavier than it looked like. And sharper, he noted with a wince of pain as the blade cut the tip of his index, successfully deep enough for blood to draw out.

Very, very… sharp…

The Dragon Slayer gulped nervously, his breathing getting more and more uneven by the second.

It was time. The moment was now.

His hand instinctly flew up to his right eye. 

His memories took the maroon-haired man back when him and his fellow guildmates were still in jail and hadn’t yet broken out, back when he heard Brain’s suggestion for the first time. He remembered hesitating, and for a long time. It hadn’t been an easy choice to make, and he had dreaded the arrival of this instant: it wasn’t called a sacrifice for nothing, after all. But the knowledge of how much benefit this would eventually end up bringing him and convincing words from his foster father had achieved to tilt the balance in favour of his final decision.

In the end, he had agreed. But there was still a difference between accepting and actually doing it.

He looked away from the knife and up, stared at his reflection in the dusty, old, broken mirror. The glass reflected back his shaking hands… the knife, from which trickled the few drops of his blood – a result from the small injury on his finger from earlier… the rags he has been wearing ever since he was imprisoned by those wretched councilmen…

He then looked up, and his violet eyes met his reflection’s.

  They say the eyes are the windows of the soul. And in this very moment, as he stared into his owns and witnessed the nervousness and determination, the fear and the wish, all those emotions furiously battling in his own stare… He couldn’t help but agree.

Cobra once again focused on the dagger, pushing every ounce of hesitation at the back of his mind.

 "Remember, Cobra", he heard the ghost of Brain’s voice, honeyed and bewitching, whisper in his ear. “For the power, for the strength…”

“… for Cubellios.”

 His head snapped back up, any remaining trace of doubt suddenly dissapearing from his mind. The thought of his old friend, his best friend, filled him with a new boldness.

 “For Cubellios”, he whispered quietly before before bringing the knife to his right eye in a quick motion.

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Spook-a-boo

Collab fic with the amazing @cheschire-kaat/ @mystify-iing/ @kaatastroph-e ! you have too many blogs girl This is our first Colu fic and quite honestly, we had so much fun writing it!

Without further ado, here is Spook-a-boo!

This is also up on AO3 and FFnet.

Words: 1962

Rating: T for swearing

Summary: It’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost

Late Sunday nights (or early Monday mornings) were not meant to be spent at the library, no matter how much Lucy loved being in them.

It was nearing 3 am, and Lucy could not find it within herself to give a fuck. She’d been up since 7 and in the library since 10, trying to cram a whole semester’s worth of notes inside her tiny brain in roughly eighteen hours.

Someone kill her, please.

If it weren’t for Natsu and his stupid ass, she wouldn’t have lost precious sleep like this. She could have been sound asleep in her very comfy bed, thank you very much.

But no, Natsu just had to get himself arrested.

And of course, he just had to appeal to her conscience to pick him up from the station, which also happened to be in another fucking district. So now Lucy was cursing every deity she had ever prayed to in the hopes that one of them would inevitably take offense and would just destroy her.

Lucy swears colourfully under her breath as she remembers the pale-faced boy – or was that just his makeup? – Natsu had apparently fought with just after he had also set fire to a fucking curtain.

“But Lucy, it was an accident!”

“I’m about ten seconds away from making your death look like an accident.”

It had been a very wild night for the both of them, Lucy figures – Natsu with his fight, and Lucy miserably failing to memorize her notes on the car ride over. Bailing out her pink-haired friend ended up being a lot more complicated than she anticipated – then again, with her luck, it wasn’t surprising – but she had finally, finally achieved to leave the police station with a whining and hungry Natsu after, what, three hours? Or was it four?

With the way the shadows in the corners of the room and by the bookshelves seemed to grow larger with every passing second, Lucy concludes that she should probably take a break from the hot-tempered fool she had grown to consider her best friend over the years. After all, he was nothing but a magnet for trouble, and the extra stress was honestly the last thing she needed in her life.

When she finally notices how she’s been reading the same paragraph for the fifth time, she groans out loud in exhaustion and stretches her back, accidentally knocking her pencil case off the table, which falls on the floor with a dull thud.

The sound takes Lucy by surprise, causing her to jump. “I-is someone there?” Logically thinking, she was supposed to be the only one here, but that thought was shot to hell when she started hearing things.

Her hackles rise when she hears scratching. It sounds like someone dragging their nails down a chalkboard.

And when she sees a shadow out of place on the floor, the fear is back in full force.

Because the shadow has fucking horns.

All the horror movies Natsu had put her through goes hurtling through her mind, replaying each gruesome scene with frightening clarity. This is it, this was how she was going to die – she could already see the headlines: SMASHING, HOT COLLEGE KID MYSTERIOUSLY MURDERED IN SCHOOL LIBRARY

But fuck if she was going down without a fight.

(Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realises that it’s probably nothing, and that she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but Lucy refuses to acknowledge that little part.)

Lucy takes in a single deep breath, recollects everything that Natsu had ever taught her in case of a serial killer, and lets loose a scream that he would’ve been proud of and bolts like Naruto toward the exit, zigzagging between the shelves.

It would have worked had she not crashed headfirst into something very solid.

The impact would have made her fall on her ass, but a pair of strong arms catches her just in time. “Oi, what the fuck?” asks a bodiless, gravelly voice, and Lucy’s instincts kick into overdrive. After all, the one thing that Lucy’s learned over the years with Natsu, it’s that questions come after punches. And with that, Lucy blindly punches as hard as she can.

The stranger doubles down gasping as her fist makes contact with his solar plexus, the air whooshing out of him. He drops her abruptly, and Lucy falls on her ass.

She sits frozen in fear, as she finally takes in her assailant. She stares at a guy her age breathlessly clutching his chest, pain clearly depicted on his roguish features.

“Yo,” he breathes out, “what is your problem?”

She wants to answer, she really does. But she keeps staring at him, speechless, analysing him from head to toe.

Unfortunately for Lucy, she might’ve just punched the most gorgeous guy she’s ever seen.

Her eyes take in his unruly burgundy hair and dark skin as they wander from his calloused hands to his slightly pointed ears, pausing on his lips for a very brief second before being inevitably attracted to the very prominent scar that runs across his face. Whatever happened to him hadn’t seemed to spare his right eye, which looks as though it’s permanently sewn shut.

“You done looking at me, Blondie?” he asks in an annoyed tone.

“How do I know you’re not a figment of my imagination?” She snaps back. Of all the stupid things Lucy has ever said, she feels like this one takes the cake.

The boy doesn’t answer, just stares at her in silence, and she can tell from his expression that he was quite clearly judging her. Though the gods had blessed him with incredible attractive looks, Lucy notes, it certainly wasn’t the case for his attitude.

“What?” Lucy asks, affronted. “You could very well be something that my too-exhausted brain cooked up in order to make me go home. It does that sometimes, “ she adds hastily.

The boy mumbles something under his breath. “Yes, Spirit-boy?” Lucy asks again.

“Spirit-boy?” he groans. “I ain’t dead, thank you very much. Now, what the fuck did you punch me for?”

Her cheeks flush at being reminded of what she did to him. Dear Mavis, was she embarrassed. “Well”, she begins, breathing deeply, “I’m in the library because I have to study for my finals ‘cause my idiot friend decided to start a fucking fight and also set fire to a curtain which also got the cops involved, and which also ultimately forced me to bail him out from another fucking district. Also it’s extremely late and maybe I’m losing my grip on reality because I think I just saw a ghost. Or a demon. Yep, probably a demon.“

He doesn’t speak for a minute, and when he does, his tone is slightly amused. “For fuck’s sake”, he says, “it’s too late for this shit.” Spirit-boy – she would call him as such until she learned his real name – proceeds to take her hand in his and, ignoring her cries of protest, drags her to that cursed, haunted spot of the library.

Her protests die soon when she realises that if she does somehow get murdered by something supernatural, she could skip her finals.

"Oh,” Lucy says, giggling, “I could haunt Natsu from beyond the grave.”

Spirit-boy looks at her in worry. “Did you hit your head somewhere? Maybe you have a concussion. It would explain all this.”

Lucy giggles again. “No, but I might’ve busted a vein yelling at my friend.”

Spirit-boy stops them and looks at her as though she’d reminded him of something. “Speaking of your friend,” he starts, “would he be named Natsu Dragneel by any chance?”

Lucy blinks in astonishment. Once. Twice. “…Yes?” How the fuck does he know?

As if he had heard her silent question, he shrugs. “I figured as much. You see, I too had an idiot to bail out. In another district.”

Lucy gasps. Could it have been…make-up boy?

“Yeah, he gets that a lot. I always tell him to lay off the makeup, but he never listens.”

She looks at Spirit-boy in awe. Is he fucking psychic or something?

The look on her face must have been priceless, because Spirit-boy starts cackling and pulls them along.

“So. What exactly happened?” he asks, and she shivers at the memory.

“I was sitting over there, studying. And suddenly, I heard a loud sound, as if someone threw…” she trails off as she sees him bend – what a nice butt – and pick up something from the floor. She glances down to see her school material strewn across the ground. She must have knocked her bag over when she ran for her life.

Spirit-boy straightens and holds out her pencil case, and suddenly Lucy wants to sink into the earth and be done with her life.

He’s smirking. She’s embarrassed. But Lucy quickly gets ahold of herself once again. “Okay, okay, all right. But I also saw a shadow! With horns! And something scratching by the windows! It was terrifying, I’m telling you!”

“Are you sure?” He was skeptical, and Lucy couldn’t fault him for it.

“Not completely, no. But I was in shock!” She adds at his expression.

“Alright, alright, now where’d you see the freaky shadow?”

“Over by that bookshelf,” Lucy says, pointing. Spirit-boy starts his inspection methodically, and Lucy suddenly wonders why he too is at the library.

She asks him, and he answers with his head under her table. “Same as you. Had to bail out my friend while also simultaneously study for my finals.” He grunts and clambers up on the table. “Man, finals can go fuck themselves.”

Lucy nods in agreement.

Spirit-boy looks above the bookshelf, extending his arms as if he’s grabbing something…which he is, because he jumps down from the table with a cat in his arms.

He drops the animal ungracefully on the table, the feline crying in protest. “There you go, blondie. Here’s ya’ malevolent ghost.”

Mortified. That’s how she feels. She stutters something between a defense and an apology, cheeks turning redder and redder by the second. The strange boy is laughing, and it’s irritating but perhaps she deserves it.

Embarrassment still written all over her face, Lucy gingerly picks up the stray kitten. It purrs, and she laughs. “You might have scared me to death, but I gotta admit –you are one adorable little bastard.”

She turns toward the boy. “I’m taking this furball home; perhaps it would do Natsu some good to learn how to take care of a cat.” Lucy pauses for a second and adds, “Who knows, maybe he’ll start being more responsible.”

Like that could happen.

Lucy plasters a manic grin on her face and continues. “Now then, time for me to go home, crash into a mini-coma and fail tomorrow’s final.”

She picks up her bag and notebooks – unconsciously leaving her pencil case behind – and starts to walk away.

“Oi! Blondie!”

She turns around and sees Spirit-boy running toward her. “Yes, Spirit-boy?”

“Don’t call me that,” he snaps before taking ahold of her hand. Her heart skips a beat as he takes out a pen and from his pocket and – oh my god – starts writing random numbers.

“Name’s Erik.” he claims, letting her hand drop. “Call me. And good luck.”

And just like that, he’s gone. Leaving her with a stray kitten, a pounding heart and his number scribbled on her hand.

What a night.

Back in the school’s library, empty once again, Lucy’s pencil case still lies on the table, its contents spread on the floor. That is, until the pencils, pens and erasers start, one by one, to float and fly back into the case.

[kaatastroph-e]

Come Back [Jerza] — Kaat Translates

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

August 31th, 2016 – 11 :30 AM

> I didn’t forget anything, did I?

> I don’t think so. Why?

> Just a hunch. Doesn’t matter. It’s almost time.

> Already?

> I’ll send you a text as soon as the plane lands, alright?

> Have a great trip.

 August 31th, 2016 – 7 :23 AM

> Are you there yet?

> Yes, we landed barely two minutes ago. Have a great day, darling.

> You too. Love you.

> Love you.

 September 1st, 2016 – 8 :00 AM 

> Hello love.

> Hey beautiful. Slept well?

> Yes and you? Have you met your client?

> I miss you. I met him yesterday but I can’t tell you more.

> It’s alright. Just be careful.

> Like always.

 September 2nd, 2016 – 12 :36 AM

> Good night darling. I love you.

 September 18th, 2016 – 9 :24 AM

> They forecast more than 90°F where you are.

> Incredible, right? I’ll come back tanned.

> You’re sexier with a tan.

> Oh… Am I not sexy enough yet?

> Of course you are! It adds more to your charm, that’s all.

> Haha.

> Don’t forget to hydrate yourself regularly.

> Yes mom.

> Jellal.

> I have to go. Love you.

 September 20th, 2016 – 10 :59 PM

> I just learned that Natsu began a firefighter career…

 September 20th, 2016 – 12 :06 PM

> You’re joking, right?

> He looks like he’s enjoying it.

> He’s more often the type to cause a fire…

> A realization, perhaps?

> That’s more alarming than anything else, really.

> Haha, I agree. But maybe he’ll do wonders!

> Still not trusting him with the house.

 September 26th, 2016 – 1 :38 PM 

> Big news!

> ?

> Mira is getting married!

> Oh? When’s the big day?

> Laxus isn’t thinking too much about it since you’re not back yet.

> Why?

> I think he wants you to be the best man.

> I don’t want to attract the wrath of the bride-to-be with my absence.

> They have time.

> If you say so…

> Jellal?

> Yes, dear?

> When are you coming back?

> I don’t know. I’ll be as quick as I can.

> I don’t like the place where they sent you.

> I’ll be good, I promise.

> I love you.

> I love you more.

 October 5th, 2016 – 8 : 47 AM

> I didn’t think one month would be this long.

> You coping?

> I’m not the one roasting every day.

> Haha, true.

> But…

> But?

> I miss you so much.

> Just a few more weeks

> You’re not doing anything stupid, are you? You’re not hurt?

> I’ve only been hit once or twice, nothing too bad tho. My client is more famous than I thought.

> Don’t risk your life.

> I can’t leave him unprotected. Not a man like him.

>I don’t want you to die.

> I promise you that I’d come back, no? Everything will be alright. I love you.

 October 7th, 2016 – 11 :01 PM

 > Good night love.

> Good night Erza. Sleep well.

 October 15th, 2016 – 10 :22 AM

> Try not to kill anyone on the road today, even in case of traffic jams.

> What a great sense of humor.

> My girlfriend is a dangerous woman. My duty is to control her temper.

> Enough talking, mister the joker, time to get to work.

 October 21th, 2016 – 12 :36 AM

> There are shooting stars tonight.

> Are you thinking about me?

> I’m always thinking about you.

 October 23th, 2016 – 7 :14 AM

 > It’s going to rain. Take your umbrella. I don’t want you to get sick. Kisses, darling, see you soon.

 November 2nd, 2016 – 8 :47 PM 

> Sweet dreams. I miss you.

 November 5th, 2016 – 4 :08 PM

> Who’s coming back in three days?

> Oh my god, really?

> Of course. Do you want us to go eat somewhere when I get home?

> I’ll take care of it. You make sure to be there.

> I love you Erza. I love you so much.

> And I love you just as much.

 November 7th, 2016 – 6 :57 PM

> I saw the news. Jellal, are you alright? You weren’t in the shooting, were you?

> They weren’t able to identify the victims after the explosion.

 November 7th, 2016 – 7 :12 PM

> Answer me, please.

 November 7th, 2016 – 7 :26 PM

 > Jellal?

 November 7th, 2016 – 7 :32 PM

> You broke your phone again.

> Stupid.

 November 8th, 2016 – 12 :08 AM

> Good night, darling. I love you.

 November 9th, 2016 – 9 :47 AM

> I don’t understand…

> … Why do they say that you’re dead?

> You’re not dead.

 November 9th, 2016 – 9 :53 AM

> Please.

 November 9th, 2016 – 10 :11 AM

 > Jellal.

 November 9th, 2016 – 3 :46 AM

 > You know what I think?

> I think it’s a joke.

> You can’t be dead.

> You’re not allowed to.

 November 15th, 2016 – 8 :25 PM

> It was raining today. I forgot my umbrella.

> I always forget it when you don’t remind me about it.

 November 17th, 2016 – 2 :51 PM

> I feel like you’re going to answer me sometimes.

> I don’t know.

> I miss your texts.

 November 17th, 2016 – 2 :58 PM

 > I know that you’re still alive.

 November 18th, 2016 – 9 :32 PM

> Good night, I love you.

 November 21th, 2016 – 6 :25 AM

> Hey Jellal.

 November 23th, 2016 – 2 :43 AM

> Good night my love.

 November 26th, 2016 – 7 :59 AM

>  I miss you.

 December 7th, 2016 – 9 :00 AM

 > You were on the news.

> They have a recent picture of you. You really did get tanned.

> I was right : it makes you look sexier than usual.

 December 7th, 2016 – 11 :28 PM

> You said three days. I’ve been waiting for a month.

December 8th, 2016 – 1 :27 AM

> My heart is broken Jellal. It hurts. It hurts so much.

> Mirajane is worried about me. Laxus says my reactions are justified and that I simply need time.

 December 8th, 2016 – 1 :39 AM

 > You know, I saw him cry yesterday in front of the TV.

 December 8th, 2016 – 1 :46 AM

 > Jellal.

 December 8th, 2016 – 2 :03 AM

 > Jellal, I miss you. Please. Come back.

 December 8th, 2016 – 2 :12 AM

> I love you.

 December 13th, 2016 – 11 :14 AM

> It’s not funny anymore!

> Come back!

 December 13th, 2016 – 11 :23 AM

> Come back and say goodbye, you fucker!

> You’re nothing but a stupid liar who can’t keep promises!

 December 13th, 2016 – 11 :44 AM

> I hate you!

 December 13th, 2016 – 11 :52 AM

 > Stop playing and come back…

 December 16th, 2016 – 4 :47 AM

> You’ll come back, right?

> It’s not a big deal.

> Everything’s okay. Yes.

> Have I told you that I loved you?

 December 18th, 2016 – 1 :38 PM

> I was clearing up your things when I came across a little box.

> I remember this ring.

> You did this one purpose, right? You wanted me to find it?

> You can’t do this to me.

> You can’t!

 December 19th, 2016 – 6 :17 AM

> How am I supposed to feel? What do I need to do?

 December 19th, 2016 – 6 :21 AM

 > I’m going mad without you. And I feel empty.

> If I had known that I’d have to live such pain, I...

> … No, I have no idea what I would have done…

> … I feel like a part of my soul was ripped away from me…

 December 19th, 2016 – 6 :45 AM

>… Jellal…

> … What did you do to me?

 December 19th, 2016 – 5 :21 PM

 > I love you. I love you.

> I hate you.

> I loathe you…

> …So come back…

> … My god, I love you Jellal…

 December 21th, 2016 – 5 :32 AM

> I dreamed of you last night.

 December 21th, 2016 – 5 :46 AM

> Why do you haunt me like this?

> A month has passed and…

> … God, it’s still painful to see your face on the pictures…

> … or even to hear your name…

> … everything’s hell without you but you know that now, no?

 December 23th, 2016 – 12 :26 AM

> Selfish.

 December 23th, 2016 – 1 :05 AM

> Asshole.

 December 24th, 2016 – 9 :10 AM

> Jellal. My love.

 January 1st, 2017 – 12 :00 AM

> Happy new year. I love you. Come back to me in good shape.

 January 4th, 2017 – 11 :17 AM

> A funeral is scheduled tomorrow. I don’t want to go.

> It’d be like accepting this ridiculous situation.

 January 5th, 2017 – 8 :41 PM

> It was a beautiful ceremony. Something worthy of you.

> Everyone was there. Everyone that you loved.

 January 5th, 2017 – 8 :58 PM

> I had never seen Ultear cry before

 January 5th, 2017 – 8 :41 PM

> I cried too. I didn’t know I even had tears left in my body.

 January 19th, 2017 – 4 :40 PM

> I’m scared that I’ll forget you.

 January 19th, 2017 – 4 :53 PM

> I don’t want to forget you.

 January 24th, 2017 – 10 :00 AM

> I thought I had seen you at the curve in the driveway but I must have been hallucinating.

> It’s alright.

> I’ll be alright.

February 7th, 2017 – 12 : 37 PM

 > I’m still waiting for you. I love you Jellal. Come back quickly.

[kaatastroph-e]

Loving Like a Fairy Tail : Unimagineable [Jerza]

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.

She suddenly felt his strong arms wrap around her waist as well as his lips pressing onto her forehead. "If this is a dream," she heard him whisper in her ear, "don't ever wake me up."

[kaatastroph-e]

"That's French for 'go away'" for BixCo (+Lucy snickering in the background because I didn't know how you'd feel about CoLuBix)

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.

Requests are OPEN!

[kaatastroph-e]

Sentence Prompts

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Where are your pants?”

“I laugh because I hurt inside.”

“Please refrain from shooting her, we need her for later.”

“You look like an open autopsy.”

“That’s french for ‘go away’.“

“You know, I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying.”

“No, you silly goose, it’s magic!”

“Put me down!”

“How much did someone pay you to wear that?!”

“What did you just do?!”

“Stop filming me, moron!”

“It was all me, by the way.”

“Look at this, ACTION ROLL! They’ll never see it coming!”

“You know ‘give me a warning’ means let me know BEFORE they come in here!”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

“I may have mildly panicked…”

“Ooo, that must’ve hurt!”

“I am very, very bad under pressure!”

“Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine, I’m fine, everything is cool, everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freaking out, not at all, we’re FINE.””

“Now, not to be forward, but I love you.”

“I’m 72 different flavors of done with you.”

“Hey, on the ground there it says you’re a gullible shit.”

“It’s do or die, most likely die.”

“No it’s ‘Protect and Serve’ not ‘Get Rekt and Swerve’.”

“You make me smile.”

“Liam Neeson would do it.”

“Jail can’t stop me.”

“It’s four o'clock, don’t you think you should fuck off?”

“I remain confused.”

“As the wise Scooby Doo said; “Ruh Roh”.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I feel fabulous.”

“Can someone shoot him?”

“Well this isn’t at all like High School Musical.“ 

“Quick, blend in!”

“At the moment, it seemed like a good plan, obviously it was not.”

“Well obviously nothing is going on here!”

“Can I help you?”

“Don’t be intimidated by my bloody and battered figure.”

“Is your name Bob? You look like a Bob.”

“KILL ME! KILL ME IN THE EYES!”

“Well that was unsettling.”

“Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.”

“Why is there a picture of Steve Buscemi in your bathroom?!”

“My budget is 5 dollars, what are your recommendations?”

[kaatastroph-e]

Loving Like a Fairy Tail: Just Friends [Grayza]

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.

... Right?

[kaatastroph-e]

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror...” - for Bixlu, if you please.

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.

Requests are OPEN!