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Day 3 - I'm not drunk enough for this shit

Okay I honestly tried to make up yesterday for not posting

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Jerik Week Prompt List

The prompts for Jerik Week 2019 (Sept. 23rd to Sept 29th) are finally out.

You can read the rules here and make sure to follow them when you’re submitting. Also don’t forget to tag #jerikweek2019, #jerikweek and #jerik in the first five tags or mention @fuckyeahjerik. Remember, these prompts are only guidelines and you don’t have to stick to them. We will be reblogging anything related to the pair so don’t hesitate to follow your own ideas if you wish.

 But here’s the fun. Since us organisers couldn’t pin it down to seven prompts for seven days, we have pooled together all of them into a single list. The prompts aren’t restrictive to days, and therefore you are free to pick any of them for any day! This is a pretty mellow event where we want everyone to have fun creating content for this ship. The fan work can be anything, feel free to use your creativity in any way you like. You can also mix and pick together as many prompts as you like for a day.

         The Prompts:

·        Future Together

·        pinned to the past

·        Home

·        Hate

·        Universe in our grasp.

·        Heavens and Oceans

·        Lost childhood

·        Repentance

·        possession

·        Serenity

·        Fading into nothingness

·        Freedom

·        Free prompt

·        “I'm not drunk enough for this shit.”

·        “Who said it was a good idea to have a child again?”

·        “I trusted you.”

·        “Today, let’s just exist together.”

·        “I want to stop running, you know.”

·        “You need to stop chattering.”

 We will accept late entries.

Send in asks for any questions and queries. 

A big thanks to @oceanwaves-blog  for the aesthetic.

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Jerik: Serendipity part 4

Day 4: "Future together"

They were lying in bed, shoulders touching and eyes locked on the ceiling where little plastic stars were the only thing shining in the dark around them.

It's a silly thing meant for children, but somehow Jellal insists they buy it.

"Now that we have a real roof under our heads I think I'm going to miss watching them a little. Let's buy this so we can still watch them!" He said at the time.

And with the big smile and shiny eyes his lover offered him, Erik had no other choice but to give his approval.

Now that they are contemplating them, Erik kind of understands what Jellal meant.

It doesn't really look like the sky they used to sleep under, of course. There are a few items that are missing a leg or two, making weird shapes instead of stars. Erik is also sure the Moon isn't supposed to look oval, but he gets why Jellal wants them hanging there.

It means they've finally found a place to settle, a place where they can exist and evolve without worrying about anything.

"I heard Ultear saying that Gray and Natsu adopted a baby," Jellal says, breaking the silence around them.

This brings Erik's attention back to the man he loves. Jellal isn't looking at him, eyes still fixed on the ceiling, but he has a soft look on his face, so Erik doesn't respond yet, waiting for him to continue.

"A little girl named Ally. From what she said, the child is only eight months old. They rescued her from a fire."

Jellal frowns at this, taking a moment before he finds his words again.

"Her parents died, and she didn't have anyone else. According to Ultear, Gray was the one who convinced Natsu to keep her with them." Jellal states.

"Really? I would have thought Natsu would be the one more excited about it." Erik tells him.

"Yeah..me too. But I guess it makes sense. Gray has always been a softie at heart."

Erik snorts at this. He's never really talked to the man but from what Natsu tells him each time they see each other at those silly dragon slayer meeting - that Wendy insisted they hold at least twice a month- he couldn't agree more with Jellal.

" I guess this is the only thing I'm going to hear about next week then. Maybe I can come up with an excuse and say I'm sick?" Erik suggests.

And this brings out a laugh from Jellal.

"Yeah, I don't think that will work. You've already used that too many times. Last time they literally came here. I don't want to have to replace more furniture because of one of Natsu and Gajeel's useless fights. You'll go, or I'll make you go."

The dragon slayer only groans but doesn't argue with him. This brings back the silence again, and Erik closes his eyes this time. It's peaceful, and the environment is calm enough for him to fall asleep. But he doesn't have much time to contemplate the idea as Jellal's voice rings again.

"Do you want kids? I mean one day, not now? Doesn't have to be with me either but yeah..uh kids?"

It's said in a weird and unconfident way, and Erik would have made fun of him if it weren't for the fact that he is caught off guard.

He is definitely awake now, and his eyes are wide open as he slowly turns his face toward Jellal, who is also looking at him now.

They stare at each other's eyes for a moment. Neither of them making any noise. Jellal's face is open and curious. He is clearly expecting an answer but is waiting patiently for Erik to come back to his senses.

"I-I never thought about it before ?" Comes Erik's answer. "How about you?" He chooses to deflect the attention back to Jellal.

"Well... I never thought about having one seriously until...recently ?" He says, almost whispering.

And if it weren't for his special hearing Erik is sure that he would have missed it.

His heart is suddenly beating fast, scared to understand the meaning being these words.

"What do you mean...?" He still asks.

Jellal looks uncomfortable for a moment before he turns on his side, body fully facing Erik now. Erik imitates him, and a few seconds later, their hands are locked together.

"Before we had this home... I never thought about having a child. I mean what kind of world would they have grown up in, right? Always on the run, never settling in one place, too much danger. But now... now it feels more right? I don't know how to explain it properly." Jellal sighs.

And Erik squeezes his hand because he knows precisely what Jellal is trying to say.

"I don't mean I want one now. But I definitely would like to take care of a little human being one day." He finishes, a smile taking over his lips.

Erik keeps his eyes on him. Honestly, the thought has simply never crossed his mind. Probably because he was always focused on something else so that it didn't occur to him that it was something he should consider at some point.

Now that Jellal has brought the subject up, he can't help but imagine what it would be like to have a child of his own, running around the house, laughing and crying. He's sure that Sorano, Meredy, and Ultear would be head over heels for the little being and he has no doubt that the other guys would make greats uncles.

But he realizes something else too. If he ever has a child one day, there's one person he can't help but see by his side. Only one person who would make the experience worth it.

"I wouldn't mind having a child one day. As long as you're in the picture too." Erik confesses.

He feels more than sees Jellal coming to catch his lips against his. There's a hand tangled in his hair and a body coming closer to his. And Erik can't fight the smile tugging on his lips as they kiss. It's a little awkward and weird, but he knows he's said the right thing because he can hear Jellal's thoughts mirror his. He can't dream of a better person to raise a child with either.

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Thank you to @mdelpin for your help, for your advices and for always guiding me on the right direction with my writing !

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If Only For Tonight

Jerik Week 2019 Prompt: Pinned to the Past AO3 | FF.Net For @oceanwaves-blog and @watcher-ofthe-sky I hope you like it!

Summary: Erik has made his peace with himself, but he is becoming increasingly concerned at Jellal's inability to do the same. He tries to talk some sense into him.

Erik was used to noise. It was always working its way into his head like a friend that has worn out his welcome, but no amount of urging could get to leave. Not that he really knew what it meant to have friends. Even the other members of Oracion Seis were only people he had grown up with and therefore only tolerated because they shared a purpose.

The majority of people went through life wearing a mask, one they hid behind, secure in the knowledge most people couldn’t see through it. But Erik wasn’t most people. Ever since the dragon lacrima had been implanted inside him, he’d gained the ability or rather the curse to hear people’s thoughts. That was a heavy burden for anyone to bear, but especially more so for someone who was never really been taught how to control it.

To hear so many thoughts all at once was overwhelming, so the best strategy he had devised was to focus on one voice, it didn’t matter whose. It helped with the noise, but not with his attitude. Most people were inherently ugly on the inside, their thoughts a testament to all their insecurities and Erik assimilated all of it. Sometimes he wondered if the poison his body created was a side effect of all the sins and negativity he absorbed regularly. His own thoughts, when he could manage to hear them were but a whisper in comparison.

So as much as he could, Erik kept himself isolated. The time he’d spent in prison had been blissfully quiet. For the first time in a long while he’d been able to hear his thoughts loud and clear.

Trapped within the confines of his magic sealing cell, Erik had finally been able to experience freedom. He’d used his incarceration to think about who he’d been before he’d been corrupted by Jellal and the Tower of Heaven.

Even as he grieved for the child he’d never been allowed to be, Erik knew the path he had chosen had been incorrect. And he wanted to do better for the man he was, wanted to be able to hold his head up high. He decided then he needed to make up for his sins.

When Erik had reunited with his guildmates, they had all grudgingly agreed to follow Jellal in his quest to find Zeref. For a long time, Erik had hated Jellal, had blamed him for every bad thing that had ever happened to him, but he slowly found that changing. He had grown to accept his own mistakes and embrace the fact that Jellal perhaps was not what they had all assumed. Not because of anything Jellal ever said, at least not out loud, but because of the thoughts that only Erik could hear.

Each thought was a silent confession that Jellal couldn’t help but know Erik could hear. Slowly, he found himself becoming interested in the man.

Jellal wore a mask just like everyone else, but he was a conundrum. He purposefully acted the part of the villain so that the people he felt he’d wronged could get their closure. Then he interiorized every hateful world they hurled at him.

In his most private thoughts, Jellal held a self-hatred so deep it sometimes worried Erik. And now that they were part of the same guild, Erik found himself focusing on Jella’s thoughts more and more, already tired of the thoughts of Sorano and the others.

His attention did not go unnoticed, he’d already heard Jellal wondering about it, but Erik didn’t worry too much. He’d been startled a few times to hear Jellal’s voice in his head, his way of warning Erik he knew what the dragon slayer was up to. Rather than getting embarrassed, Erik would only smile and wave at the intrusion.

With time he noticed with growing confusion that some of the thoughts that Jellal had once linked to Erza had started to shift towards him and this bewildered Erik considerably. Was it some sort of tactic by Jellal to ensure Erik got out of his head, or was it something else?

Erik didn’t understand why he cared so much about this man. Maybe it was because like him Jellal was a better man than people gave him credit for. Or perhaps it was because he understood how it felt to be manipulated by others.

Any way you looked at it, Jellal had been as much of a victim as any of them. He had been brainwashed to be evil, but with the help of Erza and her new friends, he had managed to rise above it. Jellal’s problem lay in that he didn’t believe he deserved forgiveness. Not from Erza or anyone else involved in the Tower of Heaven, and while there was a time when Erik would have agreed with him, that time was long past.

With the creation of Crime Sorciere, Jellal had given them all a tool to move forward. To put the sins they had committed behind them and replace them with acts they could be proud of, and that is precisely what they were doing. Erik just wished that Jellal would allow himself the same mercy.

For the first time since he had acquired his magic, Erik felt the desire to act on the information he couldn’t help but hear. To take whatever feelings had created this attachment he couldn’t seem to escape and try to make Jellal see what they all saw.

He asked Macbeth to let him take over his lookout duty, knowing that Jellal often had trouble sleeping and would sometimes engage Macbeth in conversation. Macbeth had merely raised an eyebrow before shrugging in apathy and heading to his tent to join the other guild members in sleep.

Erik sat down by the fire, holding his hands out and enjoying the warmth. With everyone asleep, the night was unexpectedly quiet, and he extended his senses out through the woods where they were camping, trying to pick up any human smells or stray thoughts that would alert him to someone being nearby.

Once he was satisfied they were alone, Erik settled down to wait. It was at times like this that he missed the quiet companionship of Cubelios, and he spared a thought to the woman his snake had become. Or had she always been a woman caught in an enchantment? He’d never quite understood what had happened.

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Jellal stared at the stars through the fabric of his tent, but just like every other night, they failed to offer him any comfort. Tired of laying down he decided to go keep Macbeth some company, maybe bum a cigarette. If nothing else the crackling of the fire always calmed him down. He had a feeling Natsu would understand what he meant.

Once out of the cramped space, he stretched his limbs and began walking towards Macbeth, stopping in midstep as he recognized Erik sitting where Macbeth would usually be lounging lazily.

Shit!

It sounded loud in his own head, so he wasn’t surprised to see Erik startle and search him out. Jellal tried to shield his thoughts as much as he could, although he was well aware that it was pointless.

It was so frustrating that he was incapable of hiding his thoughts around the man, giving Erik an unobstructed view of who Jellal was. Something he tried to avoid at all costs.

More vexing to him was the fact that even armed with this knowledge, Erik acted no differently towards him. Just what did that mean? Not knowing made him feel very awkward and uncomfortable around the dragon slayer.

Erik chuckled at him, acting amused by his discomfort and as he patted the ground next to him in an inviting gesture, he commented, “Beautiful night, don’t you think?”

Is he coming on to me?

Jellal regarded him warily, once again cursing himself for not being able to restrain his thoughts, especially when he could see the mirth in Erik’s eyes.

“Would you like me to?” Erik replied as if Jellal had spoken out loud, not bothering to contain his smirk.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to go where you’re not invited?” Jellal snapped, but he resigned himself to the conversation and sat down, keeping his eyes trained on the dancing flames of their campfire.

“No one ever taught me shit. We were slaves, remember?” Erik fumbled in his coat for a cigarette.

“It’s still rude,” Jellal grumbled, and then in a quieter voice he found the courage to finally say what had been bothering him since Erik had joined Crime Sorciere, “I don’t like having someone in my head.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot,” Erik paled and quickly apologized, making Jellal think he’d understood his implication, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I tried,” Jellal declared honestly, thinking of the times he’d reached out to Erik with his telepathy only to have the dragon slayer not take him seriously.

“Oh.”

“I’m curious though, what is it you’re expecting to find?” Jellal pointed at Erik’s cigarette, which he had yet to light, and Erik grabbed another one from his pack and handed it over. Jellal called on his fire magic, invoking a small flame on his index finger which he used to light his cigarette, he waited for Erik to do the same before dispelling it.

“I don’t know,” Erik shrugged, “You’re different from everyone else, and that is both refreshing and worrisome.”

Jellal didn’t quite know how to interpret Erik’s words.

“Ever since I’ve had this magic, my mind, it was always too loud. And it wasn’t even my words, you know? It was everyone else’s. Most of the time, I couldn’t even hear myself think.” Erik took a drag from his cigarette, “It was maddening. It was only when I began to learn to focus on one voice and block out the rest that it got a bit better.”

Jellal nodded in acceptance of his explanation, “That still doesn’t explain why me?”

Erik thought about it briefly, “I’ve known most of these other guys for years, but you, you are fascinating. The way you think is so twisted, I just got caught up in it.”

“Twisted?” Jellal stiffened at the word, but on further analysis decided he liked it. Yes, he was twisted and wicked. Unworthy. It sounded right. He began to listen eagerly, waiting for Erik to validate his feelings. He was a tad surprised to not have Erik retort, and he wondered if he had actually heeded his request to stay out of his mind. He hoped so.

“Surely you must realize that?” Erik studied Jellal as he rambled on in disbelief, “You constantly blame yourself for things that are outside of your control. And even though you’ve dedicated yourself to making amends for your actions, you refuse to accept that you deserve to ever be forgiven.”

“All of us here,” Erik pointed to their small camp, “we all forgave you long ago. We aren’t innocent either, but if you don’t allow for the possibility that we can become worthy of forgiveness, of love, of life through our actions, then what’s the fucking point? Frankly, I worry about you.”

Jellal stared at Erik in surprise, that was probably the most words he’d heard come out of the dragon slayer since they’d met. Erik must have realized this too because he was suddenly hiding behind the smoke that curled from his cigarette.

Erik was worried about him? Why? And how on Earthland had he forgiven him? Jellal had enslaved Erik as a child, had handed him over to Brain without a second thought. Hell, every single bad thing that had ever happened to Erik could probably be attributed back to him somehow. Did he not see that? He felt unsettled, as the guilt that he felt almost all the time weighed him down, making him feel like he was trying to tread on shaky ground.

He took a drag from his cigarette, and he was dismayed to see his hand trembling, “I don’t deserve forgiveness,” Jellal snapped at Erik before whispering, “ People died, friends died. They didn’t get a happy ever after, why should I?”

Erik thwacked him upside the head ignoring his glare, “Stop that! How many lives have you saved since?”

Jellal couldn’t answer that because the truth was it didn’t matter how many lives he’d saved or how many more he would save before he died. It would never be enough to make up for his sins.

He could feel Erik studying him, and he resigned himself to another lecture, one that thankfully never came. Instead, he felt a warm hand cover his and squeeze it tightly before letting go.

Jellal turned his head and saw Erik staring into the fire before turning to look at him, his features hardened into a determined expression, “I’ve done many things I’m not proud of, and I will continue to try to make up for them. This guild you created, it’s allowed me to do that, to have a second chance, and I will see you get yours.”

Jellal sighed, wishing people would just leave him alone for once, but he couldn’t help but let Erik’s words affect him, and this time it was him that reached for the other’s hand.

It was tentative, the way their fingers brushed against each other. New and confusing in ways he wasn’t sure about, and he found himself weakening as they sat in companionable silence with the crackling of the fire and the sounds of nature all around them. Maybe even if it was only for tonight, he could pretend he was worthy of this forgiveness.

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Chasing the Silence

Jerik Week 2019

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Prompt: “I want to stop running, you know.” + “You need to stop chattering” + “Today, let's just exist together”

Summary: “We aren't any different, are we?” Erik asked with a bitter amusement in his voice. “I can't stop hearing. You can't stop babbling. Both of us don't know what quietness feels like.”

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“Do they ever stop?” Jellal asked, gulping. His throat has dried up after the hours of walking.

Erik doesn't spare him a glance. He sat against the bark of the tree, his skin glistening with sweat.

“The voices, I mean,” Jellal explained.

“No.”

Jellal watched him; the closed eye, the body looking like a exhausted frame. He could see the stress burning the man.

“We aren't any different, are we?” Erik asked with a bitter amusement in his voice. “I can't stop hearing. You can't stop babbling. Both of us don't know what quietness feels like.”

Jellal sighed. He bit his lip and stared at the sky. He was tired of finding an escape. There is no way out of your own mind, after all. You are caged by your thoughts; enslaved by them.

“I want to stop running, you know,” Erik said finally. He was now staring too at the dusk spilling across. He looked beautiful under the gold and orange light, Jellal thought.

“You mean—”

“No,” Erik shook his head. “Not this running; from one place to another for our lives. I can live with that, it's the only thing we have been doing all this time. Maybe—” he shrugged, “Maybe it's the only thing we know. I don't know what having a home would be like, anyway. I meant this running from the voices. One would think that I should have made my peace with them by now after all these years. You think that you're ready; that no thought can get through you now,” he lowered his head and whispered, “can break you. But... it does.”

Jellal didn't know what to say. He didn't know that any person can understand what he has felt all this while. But there Erik was, voicing his thoughts. Erik wanted escape from other's thoughts while Jellal wanted from his own. It's a good thing that he had strong mental walls which at the very least, prevented Erik from hearing all the deeper darker thoughts.

He was almost tempted to ask what Erik had heard. They had been fighting earlier against a cult who had kidnapped the people and taken over their village. After all the thrashing, they expected the leader to finally give in. Except the man had only smirked and then killed himself.

There, Jellal saw Erik recoiling in disgust. His face looked like he was about to throw up. He had heard the man's thoughts; seen the glimpse of his mind and the horrendous things he had done.

What's worse was that the man died without a shred of guilt and regret. To be proud of the horrible crimes you've done, it was disgusting.

“It's better if you don't know,” The Dragon Slayer said, breaking Jellal's reverie.

“I told you to not peek in,” Jellal said, although he knew that there was no use.

“You need to stop chattering,” Erik replied.

Jellal exhaled in exasperation. He turned to look at Erik and saw his gaze still fixed at the sky. The stars had already started to come out.

“Hey,” he said. “Come here.” Jellal extended his hand out to Erik. The man slowly looked at him, blinking at the hand. Finally, he accepted it and shifted to sit beside him.

Jellal threaded his fingers in Erik's hair, smoothing his locks and gently massaging his temple. Erik still puzzled at the tenderness, his body stiff; slowly, he gave in and tried to relax under the touch. Jellal felt that he could almost see the weight of the world on the man's shoulder.

His hands trailed down to cup Erik's face, thumb running over the scar. He admired the bronze skin, the maroon hair falling over the eye. He slowly smiled and said, “You know, you're beautiful.”

“That's sappy,” Erik said. Jellal could see the slight blush spreading over the dark skin as he caught the man off guard with the compliment.

“I don't think that is a problem,” he whispered over Erik's lips and then kissed them. It started slowly, a soft brush, and then turned into something hungry and intense as Erik kissed back. Jellal knew that the man needed it; to channel out the thoughts and voices and the burden into something that can burn them out—maybe not fully, but to an extent at least.

Slowly, Erik pulled back, his body on top of Jellal. Through the heavy breaths, he whispered, “It won't ever get better, right?”

Jellal looked at the dishevelled hair, the dark wine eye staring at him, the slightly parted lips. He could see that there was pain stinging Erik.

Jellal stroked his cheek; slowly touching his forehead to his and said, “Maybe. Maybe not. We don't know what will happen tomorrow. You don't have to be okay right now. Today let's just exist together. Because you're not alone in this.”

Erik slightly smiled, a crack of relief rippling on his face. And that was enough for both of them.

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[A/N]: Look, I know that was nothing. I wanted to contribute at least something, and yes, after the week is over, I have awakened. You would think that as one of the organisers of the week, I would know better. But you are wrong. Reviews are appreciated but I wouldn't mind the otherwise.

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Day 5? - Future Together // Freedom

Okay so FairyTail ended today and I waited for this day to come cause well the Crime Sorciers are forgiven today and are finally free so I wanted to do this a combination of two prompts that were perfect

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Day 6? - Free Prompt // Dads

@midnight-blue-moon-princess the request you wanted and I have delivered for this week!

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Jerik Week Day 1 - Possessive