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Jerza Week Day 1 - Light

So I feel like Jerza is a really angsty ship™ and although I love angst, I also know that these two are some of the most awkward characters out there and with that there should be lots of humour.. so here is a crack comic for them to start off with~

This is totally what happens in death note

[jerzaweek]

JERZA WEEK → 2017

It’s that time of the year again. That’s right, it’s time for our annual Jerza Week! We hope that this year is as fun filled and successful as the past years have been. As per usual, everyone is invited to participate in whichever way they choose, be it fanart, fanfiction, fanmixes, graphics, gifs - whatever is to your liking!

Below are a few guidelines to follow as well as the prompts for this year!

ღ Please remember to tag your NSFW! It’s common courtesy as not everyone is comfortable with seeing it. ღ Do not repost someone else’s work. We will not accept works that are not your own and you will be dealt with accordingly should you repost someone else’s work. ღ The list of prompts below are completely optional! You’re free to do whatever you like. The prompts are simply for guidance or to inspire people! ღ We accept late submissions! So you don’t have to worry about not being on time, we’ll accept them!

Please tag your contributions as #jerza week and please make sure it is tagged within the first five tags or else we will not see them!

June 5 - June 12 ღ Day 1 (June 5th): Light ღ Day 2 (June 6th): Dawn ღ Day 3 (June 7th): Saviour ღ Day 4 (June 8th): Caress ღ Day 5 (June 9th): Euphoria ღ Day 6 (June 10th): Distance ღ Day 7 (June 11th): Always Bonus Day, June 12 ღ Anything You Want!

Furthermore, if you have any questions feel free to ask us! All contributions will be reblogged here! We look forward to seeing all the contributions and we hope you are happily anticipating this week as much as we are!

[kouyous]

Title: All I Have to Give

Summary: A quiet morning forces contemplation and heartache in the form of soft touches and warm kisses. (JW17 Day 2: Dawn)

Jellal awoke to the quiet stillness of dawn, the early morning light filtering in through the drawn curtains. The soft glow illuminated the dust floating around in the air, a gentle reminder as to where, exactly, they were. They being himself and Erza. 

With a yawn, he sat up, joints aching as he stretched out the sleepiness and inactivity of a full night’s rest. They had been tracking Zeref's guild as a side mission when discovery had led them to having to hide in the attic of an abandoned church, curled up next each other and breathing the same air. She had insisted on a night's worth of rest, citing their days of nonstop travel as a reason to take a breather. When she had slid into his lap and pressed her lips against his, he hadn't argued. He smiled down at the redhead as she slept, at peace and relaxed. The stress of having to keep an eye on Zeref's entire operation was beginning to take a toll on her, and though he did as much as he could to ease the burden, he knew she was shouldering much more than she deserved to take on. He had no doubt that she could, if she truly needed to, but he wished she could have a break in between jobs. And if she wanted to spend the very few breaks she did get with him, he would oblige with no further questions asked. Reaching down, he gently brushed some of her infamous hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and cataloguing every dip, curve, and scar that he could see. She usually woke up before him, so moments like this were rare and far in between. They were some of his most cherished memories, these quiet moments with Erza.

Their clothes were strewn about the attic; last night, lost in both each other and the dark, they had had little care for whatever they had been wearing. At the time the clothing was an obstacle that had to be overcome. Now, he rose off the bedroll to collect his underwear and his pants, taking the shirt back instead of putting it on. The summer heat was too much to bear, and he'd rather stay cool for as long as possible. Erza had requipped into a nightgown as soon as they had curled up in each other's arms, so he made sure to pack up her clothing for her.

Usually they'd spend some time talking about the little things whenever they were in bed together, but they had been tired enough that they'd fallen asleep mere minutes apart. Though their talks were endearing, he was pleased she had gotten rest; the increasing eye bags had had him worried for her health.  "Good morning." He startled, broken from his reverie by the sound of her voice, groggy albeit sweet. Without him noticing, she had sat up in the bedroll and was rubbing at her eyes, hair in disarray and nightgown askew. The domestic scene brought a smile to his face, even as his heart squeezed painfully. This...this was something that they wouldn't get much more of. This was what they could have been, what she deserved, and what he couldn't give her. Though it was a repetitive mission, desire, he was steadfast in his belief in redemption. Not for himself anymore, not really, but for everyone he had ever hurt. For his guild. For Erza, who deserved the world and the stars above and everything he could only dream to be able to give her. "Good morning," he murmured, walking back to her and kneeling back down onto the sheets. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, a content smile on her lips as she leaned forward to steal a kiss. He didn't dare move, he dare to break the tranquility of the moment by reminding her that they needed to find Zeref's men. If this was the one thing he could give her, this moment of tender love between estranged souls, then he would give it. It, and as much more as he could without the tragedy of false promises. This much. He could give this much without ruining her dawn with his eventide.

[kurinoot]

sept jours d’amour - jerza week day 2

prompt: dawn

summary: because she is his tomorrow, and he is her future; post alvarez empire arc soooo spoilers

rating: T (?)

also available on: DA and FFN

disclaimer: hiro mashima is the sole creator of fairy tail, k?

a/n: second day and my mind's already kinda having writers block. help me. sorry if it was late lol (i've been really sick for the past few days)

It's all over.

It's finally over.

Jellal stirs and wakes up groggily without any knowledge of whatever happened. Although he knows that he tried to push Acnologia and put his life on the line.

He wakes up and finds himself draped in a white blanket and lying on a comfortable bed. He carefully stands up so as not to bring anymore pain to his body. While the other part of his mind says that he deserves it, thanks to years of self-loathing, he thinks otherwise.

'That's why you must treasure your life.'

'My life...'

He smiles as the memory continues to scream itself in his mind. He releases a sigh before he tries to walk away.

"Ugh, what time is it already?", Jellal asks himself as he attempts to open the curtain next to his bed.

"It's only five in the morning, Jellal. Going away already?", interrupted Mirajane as she graces her presence to him. Along with her was Wendy, who was giving him a welcoming smile as she waves her hands at him, and an elderly woman whose hair was almost the same shade as Natsu's. She seemed to be grumpy and he avoids her gaze and averts it to Wendy and Mirajane instead.

"Are you okay now, Jellal-san?", the young Dragon Slayer asks with concern yet still graces him with a smile.

The man breathes a smile, "I'm fine. Thank you, Wendy."

"You sure have the guts to get yourself out of bed.", the pink-haired woman interjects all of a sudden. Mirajane, Wendy and Jellal all shifted their gazes and attention to the guild's medicinal advisor.

The woman gives him a stern glance, "I'm Porlyusica. Fairy Tail's Medicinal Advisor. And if you're wondering where you are, you're in Fairy Tail's infirmary.".

Jellal's mind wanders to why he was here in the first place. He wonders where his guild was and why did they leave him just to be picked up by Fairy Tail.

As if reading his mind like a book, Porlyusica replies, "If you're wondering where your guildmates are, we also brought them here to lessen your worries.".

The blunette smiles and thinks at the same time on how can he thank Fairy Tail enough. He sighs in defeat, "How can I thank you enough? I-I don't deserve this.".

"How about you stop loathing yourself, you fool?! You better thank your girlfriend though. It was her idea to find your guildmates.", Porlyusica says grumpily.

Jellal blushes in embarrassment, "Erza's not my girlfriend!".

Mirajane laughs at his reaction, "Uhuh, we didn't mention any naaaame!". Wendy giggles at the she-devil's antics.

The blunette covers his face with both hands in attempt to cover his face that was already red from embarrassment, to no avail. He groans as the awkwardness feeds him and constantly sits around in his stomach.

"If your wondering where your girlfriend is, she's at the dorm. Wendy can take you there.", Porlyusica states in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"I already told you, she's not my girlfriend!", Jellal grumbles.

While walking on their way to Fairy Hills, the empty silence was completely making things more awkward. Jellal completely felt out of place for whatever reason while on the other hand, Wendy was humming a tune that didn't really caught his attention, but he had to admit that her humming made him somewhat soothed from all of the things the war has put them into.

"Here we are, Jellal-san, and speaking of Erza-san, there she is sitting on the hill.", Wendy says as she points her finger toward the redhead sitting on the hill nearby.

Seeing Erza suddenly brought him to a swirl of emotions. He gazes into the sitting redhead and notices the blank stare in her eyes. Seeing it as an opportunity for the two to talk alone, Wendy goes inside the dorm carefully so as not to let the bluenette man know her departure. Boy, being a healer at her age in this time of post-war crisis, she needed all the rest.

Jellal then notices the Dragon Slayer's departure and then decides to sit along with his childhood friend rather than returning back to Fairy Tail with a grumpy old woman and some recovering guildmates. With that kind of situation, he knows that he can't just go as if nothing happened.

His feet started moving and as he steps closer, the doubt and loathe started to feed off on his stomach. His thoughts became blank as his eyes caught the scarlet hair in a closer view.

Apparently, the redhead noticed his presence and pushing all the awkwardness away, she decides to accompany him as much as he (probably) wants to accompany her. Well, looking at him, she knows that he wants to tell something.

"Jellal! I didn't know you're awake at this hour.", Erza interjects in surprise as she stares at him. Their eyes meet each other for a couple of seconds before turning away and blushing in embarrassment.

Jellal decides to break the ice, "Can I sit next to you?".

"O-Of course."

He sits on the grass next to her in a fair, reasonable distance. As soon as he sat next to her, the awkwardness and tension between the two arose, and it has never been so silent between them.

The pregnant pause between the two sat for a minute or two before Erza decided to make her move. She scoots closer to him and gently leans her head on his shoulder, with her hair draping like a curtain in his back.

"E-Erza, what are y-you doing?", Jellal mutters out of embarrassment as his mind tries to register her actions. In return, the redhead blushes but decides to stay beside him.

The redhead closes her eyes for a bit in attempt to take a nap beside him, probably even sleep. After all, the war took a toll on her physically, mentally and emotionally. From getting severely injured up to actually meeting your mother, it was draining and she hopes to finally get the rest she deserves.

In a glance, the bluenette sees how her eyelids droop in a sleepy manner. He blankly stares at her hesitantly before he finally decided to put his arm around her shoulder and lean his head with hers. He suddenly blushes when his mind finally registers the arm he places on her. He decides to remove it but his mind suggests otherwise, much to his chagrin.

"Erza", Jellal mutters smoothly, with both their heads still in contact.

The redhead stirs awake from just hearing his voice, "Hm?".

"U-Uh, nothing.", the bluenette says in reply, who has either forgotten what to say or has given in to the awkward tension between them.

'Wow, smooth move Jellal.", he grunts in his then removes her head as if she is waking up, and faces him in a serious manner, "Y-You look like you want to say something.".

He faces her as well, "Look, thank you for all the things you have done for me. I-I just don't know how to thank you enough. I feel like I don't deserve these-".

"Jellal, we've been through this before. Stop blaming yourself.", Erza says as she looks at him with conviction. His eyes widen at the sudden declaration yet he didn't seemed surprised. It's Erza after all.

He looks away in shame as he recollects all the memories of their childhood, his possession, and everything that he has done, particularly hurting her in the process.

'I-I don't deserve this-', His mind became blank as he feels something warm - something heartfelt - something that transcends the friendly manner of comfort that she was supposed to convey. He felt love.

Erza hugs him tightly, with their heads on each others' shoulders. He freezes for a moment before he returns the hug, only much tighter, pulling the redhead closer. As a result, her hair brushes his face, giving him a whiff of its scent.

They stay like that for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other. As soon as they pulled apart, both of them flushed at the intimate contact. The awkward silence then consumes them.

"Jellal, I already told you and if I have to tell you again then so be it. I believe there is a light inside you and haven't I already told you? Being alive is a sign of strength, and I know you're stronger than this.", Erza states as a single teardrop slowly fell to her cheeks. He notices the trickling tears on her cheeks and as if an involuntary mechanism, he wipes it away with his thumb, gently brushing it against her cheek. This time, he initiates and pulls her into a tight hug, gently brushing one of his hands to comfort her.

The redhead stops for a while and blood suddenly creeps into her cheeks, feeling and appreciating the warmth and comfort along with it. When they separated, the bluenette blushes as well.

"I-I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry-", Jellal defends but was cut by the sudden warmth that was enveloping his lips. To his surprise, he finds out that Erza's lips are in contact with his. His mind went spiraling down the drain, his body freezes from shock, and his heart beat so fast that he felt as if it's gonna rip out of his chest. His hands were trembling for a couple of seconds before he succumbs to the kiss and pulls her closer. All the pent-up frustration, unsaid feelings and tension were being released deeply into the kiss, and both elicit a moan of satisfaction.

Once they pulled out, their lungs try to seek a heavy amount of air, which was getting heavy given their situation. They hug for a minute, enjoying the feeling of each other before Erza slowly shifts her position and returns to sit beside him, with her head lying again on his shoulders. Both of them look downward due to the awkwardness and the kiss earlier, with their cheeks still stained red from the embarrassment and tension.

"A-Ahh, I-I'm s-s-sorry!", Erza mutters in mortification as she leans her head further unconsciously.

Jellal looks away in embarrassment for a moment before he realizes that Erza literally became a mess because of what she did. He lets out a laugh, despite knowing the consequences of laughing at her and the kiss earlier.

Erza immediately looks at him in anger and embarrassment, "I-It's not funny-".

Before she got the chance to finish her statement, Jellal makes his move this time by kissing her in return. The redhead's cheeks reddened tenfold and the entirety of her body freezes completely from the absolute shock that was his lips on hers. He envelops her face with both hands and much to her chagrin, her body responds by wrapping her arms around his neck. He wasn't running now; he's already tired from running away and good lord, it felt so right.

When the whole lip lock session was over, they find themselves gasping for more air. Setting aside the embarrassment of kissing and being kissed, she hugs him, with her head lying on his chest this time. Jellal blushes at the contact yet he smiles at how they ended up, despite their exchange of words earlier.

They both release a sigh as they returned to their sitting position earlier. Erza blankly stares at him as Jellal stares at her as the daylight slowly bathes them with warmth. Their eyes find each other in depth and regardless of what happened to them earlier, they seem to communicate each other. Their hands find each other as their gaze looks upon the entirety of Magnolia, which was seen upon the hill. Erza decided to break the silence.

"It's already dawn.", she says as they watch the sun rise slowly to drench Magnolia with its warmth and light.

He replies, "It seems so.".

The silence continues but as Erza stares at Magnolia much longer, he finds himself looking at her, and he feels all the doubts feeding inside him wash away. Erza seems to notice him and instead of blushing for the umpteenth time, she gives him a smile this time, prompting him to smile too.

After exchanging smiles at each other unknowingly drawn to each other, their lips finally met each other this time without the awkwardness lingering within them earlier. Bursts of colors and emotions surged within the kiss and they just couldn't stop. When they drew out, they look at each other sincerely.

He breathes before he releases the weight off his chest, "I-I love you, Erza.".

Her cheeks hued a baby pink from just hearing his silky, deep voice, "I love you too, Jellal."

As they trade each others' 'I love you's, they watch together as the sun finally rises to mark a new day - a new beginning - a new start for them.

"Because a morning without you is a dwindled dawn."

- Emily Dickinson

sorry for the late (rushed) post. I hope you like it somehow and reviews are appreciated :)

[rightpastnowhere]

HAPPY JERZA AND ROYAI WEEK!!!!

[cheschire-kaat-a-blog]

How I am drawing a wedding while listening to ‘Rotten to the Core’ is beyond me

[kurinoot]

sept jours d’amour - jerza week day 4

prompt: caress

summary: because even a single caress can trigger a lot of emotions; set after alvarez empire arc

rating: T (just to be safe)

also available on: DA and FFN

disclaimer: I don't really own Fairy Tail. All credits to Hiro Mashima

a/n: a few fangirling moments + m rated jerza fics = this story lol, although I made it t-rated just to be safe :) enjoy. Plus, reviews are appreciated.

ca·ress (kə-rĕs′)

n.

A gentle touch/gesture of fondness, tenderness, or love.

Her scarlet tresses is one of the assets that she is really proud of. Aside from its bold and striking colour, it makes her stand out from the rest. In addition with her surname Scarlet, the first thing they would associate to the shade of red is her, but the first thing that comes into her mind is him.

Just after their lovemaking session, the first thing Jellal would do is gently comb his fingers through her hair. Erza would just give in to his caresses and hum in satisfaction and while he's hand combing her hair, she would give him a kiss wherever her lips will take her, but it mostly lands on his lips, which he really likes the most.

She warmly caresses his lips before she kisses it with her own. Closing his eyes in contentment and giving in to her kiss, he stops combing her hair and instead he gently massages it and appreciate its smooth texture. Even if his hands are satisfied in caressing her hair, he knows that he still gets lost in her lips. They're sweet and soft and he knows he'll never get enough of it. Basically, it's a drug that only he can taste.

While his hands are lost in the wilderness that is her hair, he uses it to pull her closer and deepen the kiss she implanted on him. After a few seconds of just appreciating the emotional contact of each others' lips, they take a break and both heave a euphoric sigh of relief and contentment. Even though they got lost in each others' heat in euphoria a while ago, they know to each other that nothing beats their kisses, and of course, his gentle caresses on her hair.

Jellal then caresses her hair and gives her a loving glance saying, "I love you so much, Erza Fernandes.".

Erza smiles and returns the loving gaze, "I love you too, Jellal Fernandes.".

As soon as they exchanged their 'I love you's, one of his hands reaches to her right hand and lovingly caresses the golden band that sits on her ring finger. He kisses it affectionately and she instantly blushed at his ministrations.

"God, what did I do to deserve this? To deserve you?", Jellal sighs as he takes all in in what's happening.

Erza pulls a frown, "Jellal-".

"I just went all the way to your body-".

"Jellal!", Erza interjects. He pauses for a bit before he realizes that he had made her upset.

"Erza, look I'm sorry. I'm just-"

Before he got to finish his sentence, she wraps her arms around him and pulls him into a deep kiss. Jellal widens his eyes in surprise for a second before he savors the kiss and returns it. He closes his eyes and just appreciate the way Erza was actually kissing him with so much love. Running out of air, they both pull back and let themselves gasp for a little air.

Erza then decides to break the silence, "Jellal, we're already married now, a-and-", she pauses for a bit then blushes. She turns away yet her husband pulls her into a warm hug.

"Sorry Erza.", he whispers into her ear as he gave it a light kiss that sends shivers down her spine.

The redhead breathes a sigh, "Hey, don't call it going all the way. You're my husband now, a-and we just made love.".

The bluenette's eyes widen by her choice of words and his heart rate shots up instantly. Blood rushes to his cheeks as she mentions those words.

All of a sudden, she places her hands on his ultramarine locks, to his utter surprise and gently massages his scalp and the lush hair that's all around it. He purrs in contentment as his hands once again make its return to her scarlet tresses and caresses it all the way up to its tips. Erza closes her eyes to feel his gentle hands on her hair and Jellal smiles at just how his wife reacts to it.

"Do you really love caressing my hair that much?", Erza fondly teases as he slightly blushes in embarrassment but continues to stroke her hair as much as he loves to.

Jellal then smirks then slowly drags his hands from her hair to cup her face. He rubs both of her cheeks and leans forward to give her a peck on the lips.

"Of course I love your hair. My hands easily gets lost on them, because of it I gave you a surname…", he blabbers continuously as he states all of his reasons for loving her hair that much. Erza giggles at his blabbers with fondness.

'Oh god, I love this man so much.', she mindlessly thought as she gives in to his massages.

"-and they look utterly beautiful. The most gorgeous I've ever seen and touched in my life.", Jellal proudly states as Erza finally released a laugh that she was trying to keep. Panting from all of the things he said about her hair, Jellal gave a sheepish smile before he gave her another peck on her lips. Gosh, how he loves those lips so much.

"But not as beautiful as you.", he finally says, emphasizing the 'you' part with whatever he feels for this woman. She embodies all the positive in life that eradicates his darkness away. He is imperfect but so is she, but he loves the way how they are in sync with each other, how they perfectly fit into each others' arms, and basically how they made each other feel, even if it only was a single caress.

Erza blushed so hard and contagious that Jellal basically blushed as hard as her. Her heart swells because she knows that what he feels for her is authentic, and he is expressing it.

She sheepishly laughs, "Oh y-you're such a dork!".

"And I love you too.", he replies as his hands crawl their way onto her skin through her bare breasts. It sent shivers down her spine and she moans in delight as his fingers made its way to her thighs, slowly wrapping them around his waist. She looks at his eyes and she notices the glint of both love and lust in them. He smirks before he passionately kisses her with all his heart. She releases a guttural groan as she replies to his kiss with the same burning passion as his.

She then wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer so as to deepen the kiss. In return, he clutches his hands back to her hair, holding them and tugging it as if it's his life source.

As they ran out of air, they both gasped heavily for air, the air that was already getting more hot, rich and steamy. As soon as they caught up with each other, they gazed lovingly at each other.

"I love you, Jellal.", Erza breathly says, but with passion.

That was all what he needed.

"I love you too, Erza.", he hoarsely says as he gives her an authentic smile.

And that was all what she needed.

And then another round of love has begun. (I would leave that to your imagination tho)

oh gosh I don't know what I wrote but I crying omygawd

euphoria will be probably posted tomorrow, but I'm working on it now :)

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