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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erza Scarlet/Mirajane Strauss Characters: Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - telenovela, fake drama, that’s a requisite for telenovelas, Natsu’s shenanigans, One Shot, Light-Hearted, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, erzajane week 2020, Crack, (?, Minor Character(s), Established Relationship Summary:

Erza and Mirajane are actresses working on a telenovela where their characters are rivals and it’s so hard to keep their relationship out of their work. 

Or: The telenovela AU that no one needed, but I don’t care and I’m writing it.

@fuckyeaherzaxmirajane

#erzajaneweek2020 #fanfic #erzascarletisalesbian

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"She was a demon and i was a holy knight" Erzajane medival au. Thank you!

Morning light cast through the stained glass of the cathedral imbued the sanctimonious finery with an iridescent glow. 

Armed in chainmail, Erza kneeled before the altar in prayer, a morning ritual since her mother’s unfortunate fall from grace years prior. She had more to prove and far more to atone for, although the sins were not her own.

“Morning Mrs. Scarlet, still dallying with piety,” Mirajane knelt beside her in a mockery of the ritual. Demons cared little for divine retribution in Erza’s experience; and Mirajane? Well, she was an arbiter of chaos.“One day, I’ll convince you to see it my way.”

“Doubtless, you believe the tales you’re spinning.”

“It’s only a matter of time.”

“Or merely a matter of will. Certainly, there are more fruitful hunting grounds elsewhere.”

A demon masquerading as a member of the cloth certainly wouldn’t get far. Slippery, as she was Mirajane would give herself away to someone less forgiving in time. The thought turned her stomach, which presented a fresh array of concerns.

Loathe as she was to admit weakness, Erza sought comfort in their daily quarrels. Fiore’s retinue of holy knights eyed her with disdain, and her rigorous schedule left her nothing outside of duty. Mirajane’s game of pretend was a reprieve from the ills of the world, as odd as it seemed. Her quick wit and sprightly demeanor brightened Erza’s day. And for all their differences --although she was only privy to the superficial-- Mirajane was a kindred spirit.

“Places of worship are a toss-up,” she shrugged, “and you should know better than most, that there are those that practice what they preach and those that simply evangelize. It keeps things interesting, provides a significant challenge, or none at all depending on the spoils.”

"What could you hope to gain by trifling with me, pray tell?" 

"I've always enjoyed a good chase,"

The blatant nature of Mirajane’s ravenous gaze left her stuttering, “You have no power here.”

“Yet, you’ve done nothing to challenge my presence on your consecrated ground; perhaps there is hope for you after all.” 

"Hardly," Erza barely swallowed her scoff. Mirajane was a demon, and she was a holy knight, it could never be. "I am not so easily swayed."

"Neither am I," a sharp smirk cut across her face belying her true nature beyond her ethereal artifice. 

Erza averted her eyes to focus on the icons upon the altar. A vain attempt to regain her composure. The game was still afoot; whether or not she would emerge the victor remained less evident.

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A bouquet for my love

Yellow Acacia for our friendship, a friendship that much like you has blossomed under the warm rays of sunlight.

Some sweet Daffodils for a new beginning, one where you are mine, and I am yours.

A handful of gillyflowers for your beauty both inside and out.

Precious Angelica's for peace on busy days.

Violets as blue as your eyes, that always show love and affection.

A few Salvias for healing, for all the pain you have suffered.

White lilacs to match your purity.

Jasmine a flower that captures your grace and elegance.

A handful of Gardenias to show you my love.

Daisies for our love so pure.

Sweet Alyssum for protection, against ill will.

Small Clovers for luck, on a rainy day.

Precious Angelica's for peace on busy days

And a single red rose to remind you of my love for you.

A bouquet of flowers for my love so pure. Her name is Mirajane Strauss and my name is Erza Scarlett and how lovely our love has blossomed.

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Erzajane modern au, first meeting. Mira performs at the bar and Erza happens to be in the first row. Also after show some drinking and conversation between the two happens

Leave it to Cana to drag Erza to a bar only to promptly abandon her in favor of chatting up another woman. If Erza needed to “get out more,” the least her friend could do was hang out with her. Then again, by the way, Cana’s face lit up at the sight of the blue-eyed bartender she didn’t appear to be the brunette’s usual fling.

Erza settled against the wall with her strawberry daiquiri as the lights dimmed and the stage lit up. 

A spotlight illuminated a woman perched on a stool, guitar in hand. Delicate strumming quieted the murmuring crowd. Dulcet tones were heavy with yearning resonating deep within Erza's soul.

With you gone, I brush the desk

As the shadow drops, I'm alone again today

Looking up at the sky, I pray

Knowing you're under this same sky

The glow of the stage lights reflected off of the singer's platinum locks. Under the spotlight, she took on an otherworldly beauty. Every somber note plucked another one of Erza's heartstrings.

At times when you're shaking with tears

And times when you seem to be engulfed by the darkness

Don't forget...

You always have...

You always have a place to return to

And people that are waiting for you

Even as the melody concluded, she could not tear her eyes away. Cerulean eyes captured her own; the final note lingered in the air. Every nerve ending caught fire. Erza's face flushed.

It was beyond embarrassing to the other woman Erza was likely nothing more than another face in the crowd.

Best to refill her drink and forget the entire situation.

As she awaited her refill, an alluring voice drew her from her thoughts. "Did you enjoy the performance?"

The earlier flush returned to Erza in full force. The singer was perhaps more ethereal than she was on stage. "Yes, very much, it was lovely."

"I'm glad to see that I have such stunning admirers." The upwards quirk of her lips nearly sent her, "you have a bit of something there." Then she reached up to swipe over the corner of Erza's mouth with a napkin, and Erza was gone; cause of death: spontaneous combustion via a vision of grace. Her mind ran in a million different directions as the napkin was pressed into Erza's palm, "my next set's about to start. I hope you stay and listen." Her wink, as she sauntered away, was a veritable arrow to Erza's heart.

Erza clutched the napkin in her hand before unfurling it to be greeted with a name and ten magic numbers.

#fanfic #zaltylaw

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FT Rare Pairs Day 2: Distance

Rare Pair Week Day 2: Distance Title: Talking to the Moon Pairing: Mirajane Strauss x Erza Scarlet Dedicated to: @aconstellationofmemories

Mirajane pulled on the lever at the farthest back of the house. The access hatch opened and a wooden stairs fell out of its mouth. She climbed them up without caution, accustomed to stepping on the old wooden planks out of habit. It was dark up in the attic and Mira used the light through the small window and the cracks between the walls to navigate her way through the ghastly, damp-smelling, cramped room. She was headed somewhere else, at the other end of the room where she dragged a folding ladder under what seemed to be just an unsuspicious part of the ceiling. She climbed onto the fourth step and pushed the false door into the rooftop of her rundown house. Mira stepped onto the surface, balanced herself on the squeaky roof-floor and looked for her usual spot, the special spot that afforded her the unobstructed view of the heavenly lantern. She sat herself on her spot, pulling her legs against her chest and stared up at the beautiful moon. In a few minutes, Lisanna would have noticed her absence. She would worry herself and search the house for the oldest Strauss. She’d often find her in her spot at the roof and Mirajane was sure, it was going to be the first place she’d look for her. Before she ran out of time, Mira wanted to savor every bit of seconds she could be alone with her thoughts, in the darkness of the night, under the ethereal shine of the moon above her.

Mirajane often found herself doing the same thing, every night, whether the moon was high up in the darkened sky or hiding behind the cruel clouds. Every night she would seek her spot on the rooftop to think about her. Where was she? How was she doing? Was she alright? When would she be coming back home? To her. When was Erza coming back home to her? Mira asked herself these questions every time Erza was away for a mission; sometimes, for far too long. She pulled her knees tightly against her chest. The cold breeze was being a little too cruel tonight. Unforgiving. Tonight that she was feeling the most vulnerable.

Mira stared up at the moon once more, wondering if Erza was thinking of her too the way she was thinking about her, wherever her latest mission took her.

“Hey, Erza.” She talked into the night. “Come back soon, alright?” The skin on her arms lent her warmth as she buried her trembling lips against her own flesh. “I really miss you.” came her muffled confession.

Mira wasn’t sure when it started or how it even happened. But she swore she could hear Erza’s voice calling to her, blending with the low howl of the breeze that slapped on her skin. It was stupid, she knew. Erza was on the other side of Fiore. But Mira found comfort in knowing that maybe she was looking up into the same sky, staring at the same moon as she was, on Erza’s own side of the world. That maybe, just like the take-over mage, Erza descended into madness and talked to the moon as if she was talking to Mirajane herself.

“I really miss you.” This time, she buried her face between her arms and cried silently with the moon as her only witness.

The false door creaked open and spit out a shock of hair with same color as Mira’s, only shorter.

“There you are, Mira-nee.”

Mira shifted in her spot, hiding entirely from the youngest Strauss. She didn’t want her to worry so she wiped her tears with her hands and composed herself before Mira faced Lisanna. She turned to her with a bright smile, albeit forced, and somehow convinced the youngest Strauss that she wasn’t bawling her eyes just now.

“You shouldn’t be out here! It's… so… cowd.” Lisanna’s teeth involuntarily chattering while she hid the rest of her body under the roof-floor, leaving only her head popping above it.

Mira pulled herself up and walked back up to the pushed-open hatch, looking down at her younger sister quivering in the cold. Taking pity on the youngest Strauss, Mira told her she was just behind her. Lisanna disappeared below the roof giving Mira the room to climb inside after her. Her time alone had diminished each passing day and she was growing dismayed. One day she couldn’t any more escape. Mira threw one wistful look at the orb of the night that seemed to have taken pity on her.

“Tomorrow again, old friend.” She said before disappearing underneath the roof after Lisanna.

Unlike Mirajane, her old friend didn’t sleep. It remained steadfast in the dead of the night, lending light to the redhead guarding post as her comrades found their own places on the clearing in the forest. Erza crossed her arms against her chest, fighting the sleepiness that was inviting her for what her brain said was a short rest. She knew better. The moment she’d close her eyes, Erza would be awake in the following morning, regretting the decision of obeying her brain. She lectured on the importance of discipline and she wasn’t about to let neither Natsu nor Gray have something over her to bite her back in the ass. So, Erza was just thankful she had that silver moon up above to keep her company.

Her old friend.

Erza stare up the sky, brown eyes struggling to keep themselves open. But the moon, her old friend, was rather beautiful tonight – full but somehow its light dimmed into dull silver. Beautiful, nevertheless. The silver glow reminded her of long, lush silver hair, strands of bangs clipped on top of her forehead. Her mind drifted to the barmaid behind the counter back at the guild. She must be asleep now, soundly and comfortably. Erza caught herself smiling, brown eyes still adoring the old friend watching over her and her comrades who were snoring in their deep slumber behind her. Erza, however, wasn’t really looking at the moon. But in her slow descend to madness, or perhaps if she could have only been honest to herself, her gradual submission to loneliness, she was seeing in her mind the take-over mage, staring up at the same moon at her own side of the world.

“Do you ever think if me too? The way I think of you,” She asked aloud, directing the question to that old, silent friend who only glowed in response, “Mira?”

The sound of her name alone made her heart skipped a beat. But along that elating feeling was a painful blow that shattered her heart into pieces – hundreds, millions of pieces – knowing that she could never have her. That reality stung the back of Erza’s brown eyes and constricted her throat. Why she had to torture herself thinking about her, of both the good and the pain that her love for the take-over mage caused her, Erza would and could never understand. She never tried to fight it. She basked in that love and she faced it head on but Mirajane wasn’t willing to. That she understood – tried to, forced herself to understand.

Mirajane wanted to please people, to be on their good side, to only talk well of her. Erza didn’t care about those things but she cared so much for what Mira wanted – too much that she’d own up her pain alone if that would make her, at least, be at peace. Because she knew Mira wasn’t happy. They both were miserable. Mira, however, clearly told her that the love that they have for each other wasn’t right. That it wasn’t normal. That it wasn’t easy to understand for some. Erza was angry back then when the take over mage posited her reasons – excuses – on why they couldn’t answer to that love. But she wasn’t angry now. She was just missing her, the demon her heart stubbornly longed for.

Not to be any more of an inconvenience for Mira, the Requip mage resolved to understand her and chose to love Mirajane in silence. Even if it hurts. She’d endure so long as she could still yearn for her in distance.

She let one tear to escape but that’s it all she was going to allow. At least, she had to appear strong not to pass the burden to the woman she loved. Erza would hold her head high, if that’s what it takes, so Mira wouldn’t blame herself for being that one thing that was standing in their way.

“I love you.” Erza told the moon, in the hopes that maybe it could carry her message to that person at the other side – wishing that Mira might be at the other side. “I love you so much, demon.”

It took a month or so for Erza and her team to come home. Mira bounced at the news, ecstatic to see the face she had been badly missing. Erza approached her first before she could even pass around the counter to meet her but only to give the head waitress the accomplishment report about the job Team Natsu did. Without so much of a smile, without so much of a glance, the Requip lumbered to the table where her group gathered. She was smiling, about what Natsu said and what Lucy complained about. She didn’t want Mira to catch her staring but Erza would steal a few longing glances at the take-over mage who busied herself wiping the bar counter. There was no use, anyway. Even if they were in the same building, in the same room, even if they were standing right in front of each other, there wasn’t any much difference as if they were at either ends of the world.

Because that’s how it fucking felt.

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Writer’s Corner: For someone who claims she doesn’t write angst… oh well, apparently I do for crackships. All hail to my two Queens. Let me know what you think, alright? 

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Fairy Tail Reverse Bang 2020 - Interest Check

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Passion, Provocation, and Pomegranates

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/F Fandom: Fairy Tail Relationship: Erza Scarlet/Mirajane Strauss Characters: Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Anna Heartfilia, Irene Belserion, Kagura Mikazuchi, Lucy Heartfilia, Minerva Orland Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, Hades & Peresephone AU

This is the first chapter of my piece for the @ft-ez-bb​. My artist is the amazing @pan-princess-levy​ ✨

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Erza x Mirajane doing something chill and domestic maybe?

“A whole year went by, just like that.” Erza sighed, and it had been some year. Fairy Tail disbanded and reunited simultaneously within eternity and the blink of an eye. 

Amongst everything, she was grateful for Mirajane topped the list. Ringing in the new year during a quiet night in ranked a close second. 

They were curled up on the loveseat. Limbs intertwined as they counted down the minutes. Peace always seemed to be in short supply, and Erza was determined to savor it while it lasted. 

Mirajane glowed with a soft upturn of her lips. “And I got to spend every day of it with you.” As the new year rang in, she leaned in, their lips brushed in a kiss. The future was sure to bring its challenges, but at least they would face them together. In the meantime, they could enjoy the moment.

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Lazy Afternoon

Femslash Fairies 2020 Prompt: Hanahaki Pairing: Erza x Mirajane

A Collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​ AO3

June 11, 2022

Mira stood by the living room window of Erza’s house, glaring at the rain and willing it to stop. She’d been looking forward to the day they’d had planned, one that included walking around the city, maybe doing a bit of shopping before having lunch at one of the many outdoor cafes. A new bakery had opened recently too, and she’d been dying to take Erza there, knowing her girlfriend loved cakes even more than she did flowers.

And that was saying something, Mira grinned to herself, looking around and taking note of the number of flower arrangements that decorated Erza’s home. She could never bear to throw the unsold flowers away, so she brought them home with her, claiming she needed to practice her arranging skills. Mira knew better though. Being abandoned as a child had caused Erza to see the value of things others might have discarded, and that was something Mira admired about her deeply.

With the rain dampening their plans Erza had decided to get some work done, planning out orders for her shop and looking through invoices instead, and now Mira was bored to tears. She grabbed her phone, holding on to the hope that the day would soon clear up, and skimmed through some of the newer stories that had posted on her favorite fanfiction site until one in particular caught her attention. It was about something called Hanahaki Disease.

Hanahaki Disease? What’s that?

The name was interesting, it sort of translated to throwing up flowers which seemed odd for a romance story. Peering up at Erza and seeing that she was still looking at the same invoice Mira sighed and settled in to read.

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The Princess and the Knight

Femslash Fairies 2020 Prompt: Fairy Tale Pairing(s): Erza x Mirajane, Gray x Natsu A Collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​ AO3

May 16, 2021

“Are you sure he’s going to be fine with you guys?” Gray fretted nervously even though he could already see that Aki was perfectly happy sitting next to Atlas on the sofa, both kids focused on the cartoon that was playing on the TV.

“He’ll be fine,” Erza declared, flashing him a reassuring smile, “You’re actually doing us a favor. Atlas is much easier to manage when Aki is around. Just go and have a good time, we’ll call if anything comes up.”

The sound of Natsu’s footsteps coming down the stairs echoed all around them, and it didn’t escape Erza’s attention that Gray had already begun to smile at the sound. It warmed her heart to see it. She’d never expected Natsu to find love again so soon after Lisanna, and she knew he still had some trouble accepting it, but she truly believed these two were right for each other.

Gray wasn’t the only one who was aware of Natsu’s imminent arrival, both boys looked up from the cartoon expectantly and were not disappointed as Natsu lunged himself at them in a mock tackle, both boys giggling as their sides were tickled.

Erza let them play for a minute, knowing the boys had been waiting but soon reminded her brother of his plans. “Hey, don’t you guys have to be somewhere at 8?”

“Oh yeah!” Natsu flashed a grin at his sister, a recent development that she was thrilled with, having thought at one point that she’d never see it again. “Monster trucks wait for no man.”

“Monster trucks?” Gray groaned in protest, “Seriously? What are we, five?”

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And one more because yo it’s me: “Wait... are you jealous?” With erzajane 👀

“Wait…are you jealous?” Gray’s incredulous tone drew Mirajane from her thoughts.

Erza was across the guildhall celebrating her S-Class promotion. Cana’s arm was slung over her shoulder as she urged Titania to drink.

“Of, Erza,” –unable to contain a derisive scoff– “never.”

The fit of laughter that followed was more than surprising. 

“I’m better; it’s a fact.”

“For Erza,” Gray leaned back, “I don’t know about that, but sitting there staring isn’t going to change anything.”

“Are you done deliberately misunderstanding me?” Her fingers twitched as every nerve ending lit aflame. The implication was infuriating. Erza’s beauty was undeniable, but that did not mean anything. It was an objective truth. Anyone else would agree. 

“You know perfectly well that I meant that I’m the better mage,” –she waved off his ludicrous assumption with all of the nonchalance she could muster– “we should be celebrating my victory.”

“Sure,” –Gray conceded with a smirk– “if that’s what you want to tell yourself,” –he shrugged his shoulders– “ I guess I can’t stop you.”

She pushed up to her feet with more force than necessary. 

“You’re delusional,” she shot back before storming off. She and Erza were due for a confrontation, and Mirajane had a point to prove. 

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Can I request brontide? I really like these prompts

Me too^^ there’s definitely a lot of opportunities w/ these prompts(+ the title and summary come prepackaged, which never hurts 😅)

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse(it’s TOH, so that’s a given)

Brontide (n.) - the low rumble of distant thunder

Erza had been with Fairy Tail for a couple of months. If her experience could be summed up in a word, unnerving. Fairy Hills felt like another world; Magnolia may as well be on another planet. 

None of the quiet of Rosemary village, but, thankfully, a fair deal more peaceful than the tower. 

There were still nights were Erza’s dreams conjured up anxiety-driven phantoms. Every so often, she would wake up there, her escape a dream, and her tears would run as she attempted to muffle her sobs before they were heard. Sometimes, the cultists would break down the door to her room to take her back, the same as they had the first time.

Magnolia’s peace felt unceasingly fragile, tenuous, impermanent as the cherry blossoms in spring. Brief, sweet, and destined to be carried off in the wind.

Her room at Fairy Hills was nicer than anywhere she had stayed. Mirajane argued that it was too plain, not that Fairy Tail’s resident demon ever had a kind word for anything she did. 

The distant rumble of thunder drew her from her thoughts. Outside dark clouds had begun to gather on the horizon. Hair rising on the back of her neck, she started her evening weapons maintenance. 

As the evening progressed, her nerves fraying with each crash outside her window. And with each thunder, the sound began to feel distorted.  

There was a crash of weapons in the distance, a thud, an impact of flesh against flesh. 

But when her fingers clenched at her skirt, it was soft, not stiff from weeks of soiling.

Breathing erratic, skin-crawling, she squeezed her eyes shut.  

“Hey, did you take my–”

Erza opened her eyes. The room was the same; cream walls, oak hardwood floors, burgundy rug, and…Mirajane.

Mirajane stopped in her tracks, staring her down until she sat down on the floor. Their shoulders brushing Erza tried to say anything. Throat constricted, she couldn’t muster the words. 

Thankfully Mirajane filled in the gaps. 

“I’m 99% sure you took my boots.” Her pout was undeniable. “It’s not my fault that I have better taste than you. And it’s not fair that I’m being punished for it.”

Erza’s fingers were pried from her skirt as a warm hand anchored her to the moment.  

“Don’t lie, I know spacial magic can be used to store objects.” –Despite the bite to her words, she didn’t leave– “I know that you know how to do that too. So I’m staying right here until I get them back.”

Hands intertwined, Erza focused, once more, on the present. All the while, Mirajane stayed. Her actions speaking the truth in spite of her bluster.  

#erzajane #fanfic

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“... that’s it? Aren’t you gonna say something?” With Erzajane, naturally

Mirajane had Fairy Tail’s resident requip mage pinned against the wall, cornered, so how come she felt exposed?

Titania, the great fairy queen, was laid before her bare of all of the usual accouterments. Plainclothes soft and pliable in stark contrast to her armor. Nevertheless, her eyes remained as guarded as ever — Sharp, piercing, discerning. 

Mirajane may as well be a pane of glass, how else could Erza act like she was transparent? Unless she was…which was impossible…Erza was half-blind; if it seemed like she knew more than she did, it could only be arrogance and sheer luck that let her keep up.

“How did you manage it?” 

Erza’s nose scrunched up. “What?”

“The S-class trial,” –Erza couldn’t hope to beat her– even if she left her weak in the knees– so how did she succeed where Mirajane couldn’t? “I know that I’m stronger than you. What trick did you pull?”

Erza’s eyes caught the light in a flash. Unflinching, she stared at Mirajane with unnerving intensity.  

“That’s it? Aren’t you going to say something?” –Erza, so prettily smug in her silence.– “So you admit–”

It was over in a second, light; her lips captured in a chaste kiss. Delirious, whatever Mirajane meant to say next was lost.

“I have no doubt you’ll win it next time.” 

Then Erza pushed past her, leaving her speechless and as red as the requip mage’s scarlet locks.

#erzajane #fanfic #zaltylaw

[theerzajanerevolution]

Title: Cake

Pairing: Mirza/Erzajane

Universe: Canon

Rating: K+

a/n: waves!!! Hi, have a spontaneous small thing that came to my mind which I want to dedicate to @gaymirajane because she’s the Queen of Erzajane and she’s wonderful!!

“What are you looking at?”

Mira blinked. The voice ripped her out of her thoughts and now she noticed that Erza was looking at her with a partly awkward, partly angry expression on her face. Immediately, Mira began to scowl at her rival and sent a hissing sound her way. “Mind your own damn business!”

She got a huff from Erza before the girl took her plate with the strawberry cake and walked off to another table.

Mira felt confused and it was making her angry. So much seemed to make her angry and seemingly a lot had to do with her rival. She crossed her arms as she walked into the opposite direction and kicked the air in a sense of exasperation. Dumb Erza. Her white ponytail swayed with her strong step and after she planted herself onto a lonely chair, she kicked her feet up on the tabletop.

Instantly, she found herself looking at the braided, red hair that she found across the hall now.

Erza and her were always fighting, most of the time anyway, but for some time now Mira felt as though this relationship they had wasn’t only filling her with determination and anger, but also something positive.

She had gotten distracted by Erza eating her cake. Why? Mira furrowed her brows and hissed at anybody that might get the stupid idea to bother her now. She wanted to be with only her thoughts. Or did she? Why was this so damn confusing…

When eating cake, Erza looked different. It was as though it was the only thing that really filled the young girl with happiness. She literally beamed whenever she got her hands on her favorite sweet treat. Her brown eyes glinted and she smiled.

Her smile.

Quickly, Mira shook her head in denial and looked to the floor, brows still intensely furrowed. This couldn’t be it. She was just imagining things; there was no pleasantly tingling feeling whenever she saw Erza smiling like that and she didn’t get distracted by it.

xxx xxx

“What are you looking at?”

Years had passed and so many things had changed. Not everything, though.

Mirajane blinked and only then noticed that she had stopped drying the glass in her hand. It was more than just perfectly clean by now anyway.

Her eyes rested on Erza who visibly had a piece of cake in her mouth, one cheek puffed out adorably. Hearing Erza direct this question at her felt like a deja vu and Mira knew why that was the case. Back then, when everything had started to become even more confusing, she would have done anything to deny what this cake-moment meant to her. What Erza’s smile meant to her.

The question was still the same, but the tone of Erza’s voice and her expression were different. Softer. Adorable. Curious. Worried she might have something on her face?

This thought made Mira smile. She lightly shook her head with a soft laugh and finally put down the glass to take the next. “Nothing, darling,” she responded in a loving tone. You just got me mesmerized again, silly, Mira added in her thoughts, smiling.

Erza still looked confused but she continued picking at her cake. It wasn’t long till that satisfied, happy expression had settled on the redhead’s face again.

Back then, this wonderful and genuine sight had caused Mirajane so much trouble, and so much heart ache. But, as she looked at the two of them today, she found that all of it had been more than worth it.

Erza and her were as close as two people could be and Mira knew that she would do everything to keep the knight’s smile.

#fairy tail #erzajane #mirza #mirajane strauss #erza scarlet #I hope you like it if you see this sweety!! #Sel writes #my stuff #furidojasutin

[theerzajanerevolution]

Erzajane + edging?😩 bless u

Erza x Mirajane - Edging (NSFW)

“Mira… please.”

“Not yet, love.”

Erza forced her eyes shut and tried to relax, tried to ignore this immense need brewing within her and let this sexual energy subside instead. She was sweating, strands of scarlet hair lightly sticking to her face; this was the third time that Mirajane had let her tumble on the sweet edge but didn’t allow her to fall over it and right into the orgasm she craved so much.

Mirajane loved the sight, and the control. Her lips were in a smile and her hand gently squeezed Erza’s inner thigh before she withdrew to get a bit more lube on her fingers, even though that wasn’t exactly necessary anymore.

“You’ve gotten more patient,” Mira hummed in delight. Her ocean blue eyes were sparkling with devious enjoyment of having her girlfriend in such a needy state. “Just one more time, I promise.”~

The redhead knew that patience had never been one of her strengths and her first instinct was to retort something. Instead she decided to stay quiet; not only because her breath was heavy and she wanted her body to get the one, two more minutes of rest but also because she knew she could have Mira so needy for her as well and that it did scratch at her beloved she-devils patience, too.

She would admit that Mirajane was still more patient than she was… Just not out loud. And not now.

Before they became a couple, Erza had never spent much time masturbating or being involved in any sexual activities at all. When Mira tried this kind of thing out with her for the first time, bringing her so close to her orgasm just to stop right before she fell, Erza had no control over her body like this at all and she came during the first try.

It took some time for them both to know each other’s body well enough to know just when to stop so that Erza could train herself in more control, but three, four times… Were still more than enough. Even if it made the final orgasm even better.

Seeing how Erza seemed to be calm and somewhat concentrated again, Mirajane shifted closer again and placed a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. Erza kept her eyes closed but smiled before taking another breath - only for it to turn into a small gasp when she felt Mira’s fingers on her lower parts again.

Her breathing stalled and she tried to relax into the scene for the fourth time this evening. God, Mira would draw out every single second of this, she knew that but… There was no room for honest complaints.

Erza was practically drenched and Mira loved to tease her warm, soft skin. If she wasn’t so willed to use this method to bring her lady knight to her orgasm, she would long have slid down her strong body and eaten her out, have her tremble as she rested between Erza’s parted legs.

But like this Mira could also watch her better, and when Erza opened her eyes she saw Mirajane’s determined expression, and that smile she knew so well.

Erza’s lips parted with a moan, a shiver shaking her entire body when Mirajane’s delicate fingers picked up the rhythmical circling-motions around her clit again, and it wasn’t long till she found herself slightly bucking her hips into the movements. She was more desperate for this than she liked to admit.

“Last as long as you can, love,” Mira purred and Erza pressed her lips together, hearing the tease and challenge in her demon’s voice, and without much success at keeping quiet as a soft whimper escaped her a moment later.

Watching her girlfriend only made Mirajane’s smile widen with enjoyment, feeling her own body pulse with the arousal she had been ignoring in favor of Erza the whole time, and Erza made a mental note to take good care of Mira once they were done here.

Very good care.

#nsfw