#minerva x erza x jellal

[missorland]

Erza looking at her hands like WOW I TOUCHED BOTH JELLAL AND MINERVA’S BUTTIES AT THE SAME TIME I’LL NEVER WASH MY HANDS AGAIN

[jerzadaily]

Sabertooth knows and approves Jerza!

I love that Jellal's immediate reaction was to make clear that he is NOT interesting in any other woman that is not Erza. The most loyal man. 😽💙❤️

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[sansan9]

[xanvasofxords]

Erza Scarlet’s Instagram Stories Pt.02

☆ Natsu Dragneel

[just-some-jam]

Fight for Fiore

Gajeel Fedfox -Chapter One

The content of Fiore had always been locked within a time of great strife that was always followed by hardships. Curses, creatures, and defilers controlled the land, and Before the time when heroes, conquerors, legends, gods came and went as the centuries passed by. One horrid story seemed to curse the land like infected blood through a body, a story of every lasting power struggle that affected every great story. It is always the same tale, never changing in ending only in the beginning as the generations started and finished. The first affected was the dragons, a wonderous race of creatures that lived before men ever walked on earth. 

Before all things were the stars, big and empty orbs that lay in the endless space of nothingness. Then out of the nothingness flew a great figure, a being of ethereal power. The world had been created in a single bellow by this strong and large of these beings. This dragon, the first of all dragons named Irene, touched what was the heavens above, breathing light into the stars Causing them to shine above. She created the sky where celestials would live, next, this all-powerful being lay in the endless space between the new light-filled stars creating the world that all would exist on. In her effortless display, Irene had become the first mother. Birthing what would become the next from the stars above. As Mother Irene the first of dragons laid upon the sky, she created the dragons Zirconis, Belserion, Atlas, Motherglare and finally Acnologia the last of her children. 

Each child was created to serve a purpose in this new world she crafted with her body, all given specific roles on how to use this new world. Atlas the first of her children was to rule, and Irene's only daughter Motherglare was to stay by her mother's side and watch over her mother's body. Belserion and Zirconis the twins were to balance out the world, with peace and tranquility. The last child Acnolgia was to follow after his older sibling’s place, bringing magic to the world, but Acnologia was selfish. He wanted to keep the world to himself, never under his older brother's rule.

 In his possessiveness to rule he fought his siblings for control, finally succeeding after decades of battle. In their war which from fourth on was named the clash of dragons, acnologia tore his eldest brother Atlas apart. Turning him into the great flame that circled the world giving light to his new possession. Next, he ripped his sister from his mother's shoulders waving her back and forth through the sky, allowing her screams to make the wind and clouds causing the new world to forever be turning round and round. Spinning through an endless void that displeased the celestials. Lastly, for his older twin brothers Zirconis and belserion the youngest dragon tied them together, for they were the mightiest of the children. The only ones that could stop him, but could never get along with each other.

 With the help of the celestials who wanted to stop The Clash of Dragons, acnolgia was able to compress his brothers down onto their mother, molding the twins into the lands that stretch the world now.

With all his foes now vanquished scattered across his mother, acnolgia flew to the now new content of Firoa where he laid claim to the land as his own. There he knocked down the forest with his large wings that had grown in the time of war. Clearing a singular piece of land that would be forever covered by his shadow in the west. Where the dark plains would be named. Next, he breathed a thick stream of fire to the south. Burning all that lay there creating the frugal kingdom of fire forever now summer due to the flame that still lingered. Once acnologia was done the great dragon began to tire comfortably laying his body down onto north. Where great mountains full of rich minerals and irons mixed into his body and the land. Formed from the thick and rich blood of himself. This is how the iron mountains came into creation, finally as the dragon laid upon the earth settling he left one spot uncovered by his tyranny. A single piece of clearing where the city of light got its start, but one last thing was left. As the beast laid its head in the middle of all. He drew his last breath a small island appeared from this final breath the windy isles that would soon come to be a place of peace between the four territories. 

Although the great mother Irene was disappointed by the war that occurred on her great body that had become the world. She gave one last gift to the new world now shaped by destruction and death. Out of the scales of her twin sons zirconis and belserion came the first Men and Women. All many different shapes, sizes, races, and forms carried by the winds of her beloved daughter, now scattered all over the world. Her eldest child Atlas provided the sun that these new beings needed to start a life that would now last generations. 

For her last child though the first mother Irene would bestow a horrid curse upon his land. Leaving a prophecy that he would play an important part in. Now bound to the land he would hold deep within him the eclipse gate. A sacred place that would one day open to bring on the era of dragons once again to the world when needed at its most. Over time the people of Acnologias land established the four territories that would rule first the Northern Iron Mountains, second the city of Light, third the Southern Kingdom of Fire, and lastly the western Dark Plains. All needed to play a future role in this prophecy that would help cure the land of its past. To always be at war with one another never able to progress like the rest of the world had freely begun to do. 

A deep breath huffed in disagreement as he heard the legend being recited he continued to walk shaking his head. A woman of no particular features stood atop a short stone pillar. Speaking into the busy market her loud voice carried through its hustle and bustle. Some had come to stand below the pillar listening intensely to her words, most were children. Joining in to hear the great tale that they had shared so many times before. Others were fanatics who believed what she spewed wholeheartedly. That one day an era of mythical creatures would one day come back to claim the earth and break its curse. Saving the people in their time of need.

“Believers and their bullshit propaganda” Gajeel sneered. Many of the lower class that lived and worked in the Iron Mountains all followed the same thing. That the story of dragons and a cursed land was just an excuse to not fully exist in the real world. A way to desensitize everyone to what was happening in their homes under the tyrannical rule of their king. “I can't tell that people believe that stuff” another equally scratchy voice laughed along. Carrying a large tan bag of tools that the two had just secured. The small trip had been cut short considering most things in this place were either stolen or broken beyond repair. With the few lucky times that a stall would pecure something new.

“People will believe anything in a way to justify their suffering” Gajeel commented under his breath, causing Boze to stop in his tracks. The sunlight bounced off Boze’s bald head, causing his caramel skin to shine brightly in its light. Blinding the unfortunate souls that happened to be passing by. 

“That's oddly poetic of you Redfox? Has raising girls grown you soft?” Boze asked beginning to walk again once he received a glare in response which was more than enough of any answer.

The two young men pushed their way through the crowd leading themselves to a long line where many like them stood. Readying to go into the forge, a nickname given to the place below the mountains, it contained the richest of resources. A place where most worked digging deep into the earth's darkest crevasse and few had the job of smithing weapons. Bringing out the riches of things that would be seen once in a lifetime. Only to be taken away straight to the greedyest of all who kept such treasures for himself, he alone controlled the iron mountains. Gajeel stood in line still as a soldier not moving a muscle as he zoned out thinking about the relaxation that awaited him at home. A strict voice echoed from the front of the line calling on the next ten people. This process took way longer than intended, signing each person's name onto a booklet to ensure that they would be paid the bare minimum. Just for their names to sometimes ‘get lost’ when payment came at the end of the day. 

Gajeel shuffled his head to the side, his height providing a perfect view of what was seven other lines. One for each mountain, all full to the brim with people who awaited their turn. It was one young boy who caught Gajeel's eye, he looked younger than when he started working. The boy was covered in soot already a nod that meant he had just come from a different job of the day. Now standing in line to work a second shift, gajeel remembered those days back before puberty had hit him. He was around sixteen working two labor-intensive jobs just to provide for his family of three. It was after his father had left, a drunken fool who cared little for his children. Not enough to even say goodbye. 

“They just get younger and younger don't they” Boze announced slapping his hand on his olive friend's shoulder three times. On the fourth, it finally caught Gajeel attention to move forward a few places in line. 

“Not my problem” Gajeel responded rolling his eyes once again, now shifting them to the tan sack on Boze's shoulder. Full of what they would need for the day he and his associate had spent half of yesterday's earrings on the supplies. That would hopefully make their work less hard. The sack held new grips for a pickaxe that would help Boze. Though he hated to admit it, Boze had sustained a hand injury when he was younger due to a mine collapsing in on him. The two had also bought a new hammer for Gajeel since he worked on the other side of the forge. A space where only a few individuals bestowed the work of creating whatever the king demanded. It was hard work to stand over an anvil slamming down into its steel, Most of the time it wasn't anything special gajeel made, for the last few months now it had been common things that the king needed. Like an engraved brass plate probably for show, pots and pans things of that nature. 

“Next” the strict voice yelled loudly as Gajeel and Boze moved forward once again now getting closer towards the front. “See I told you that coming an hour early was a good idea” Boze gloated. His voice faded into the background once more while Gajeel just stood in line buffering out his blabbering from people ahead and behind. At this point, he deserved a medal for his service to the realm. Protecting everyone's ears from his associates' nonsense day in and day out, the raven-haired man nodded along to Boze's words. Something was happening at the front he could see a man cutting through the crowded line to the right of him. Strange. 

He adorned a set of big golden armor and the toughest of furs. This man was one of those people that never went cold through the long nights. Like he had done. The man continued to cut through the crowd ignoring the yells and protest of the people around him. Creating a path that would lead him straight to the man in charge of this whole operation. Once at the front, he seemed to disappear, now lost in the sea of formen and officials. Strange. Gajeel thought as “next” was called again breaking his focus again. 

 An iron hammer slammed down hard onto his steel counterpart, molding the metal below it into a flat surface. “Another damn plate,” Gajeel thought as he released all his anger into the new project he had been given. A tight deadline was enforced to go with his new assignment, to be done with a hundred and two plates before the midday meal. Which in retrospect was nearly impossible for the timeline given but Gajeel had struck a deal with the formen at the front. “I know you need it, so if you make me a few plates boy I'll cut you a little extra.” 

The hammer slammed down again this time sending bits of sparks to the ground as gajeel pounded into the metal. His swings grew more and more unyielding from each slam of metal against metal. “Piece of shit” Gajeel yelled on the last slam hitting the center of the plate and finalizing his set. The young man was pissed, to say the least, he had spent his whole assigned meal cutting through the workload he was given. All for a selfish bastard and a few more jewels in his pocket. The smith finally dropped his hammer no longer new, the base now covered in scratches that cut deep. Gajeel slipped off his long protective gloves made from cheap leather that he had saved up to buy a few years back. Encircling his knuckles to take a much-needed break while the sound of footsteps approached his workbench. More like a work zone since the young man had an issue with working with others around him. Being suspended many times over the years for having disagreements with other smiths around him. Now secluded in his area of the forge where no one could bother him and vice versa. Where he could keep to his work without the pitter-patter of other voices bothering him.

“Redfox someone here to see you” sols annoying high pitch voice announced. Sol was the man in charge of all the blacksmiths. He was a spineless man who seemed to cave whenever something occurred under his watch. A fact from an incident in the past had given the strike as a murder. A little girl's death on his hands from his days as a watchman in the mines and when Sol was asked how he handled it all he did was cower over. “Sir Aria wants to speak to you” Sol shouted when Gajeel would not imminently turn around to greet whoever the hell it was disturbing him. 

“I hear you old man” the smith growled, turning around with a raised brow and rubbing away the soreness in his knuckles with a warm towel from an off-to-the-side bucket of water. Gajeel had demanded that all stations have one nearby after a fire incident a few days back, although it was common sense to have water near a hot surface. Sol had never thought to assign anything to the station in case of a fire. After months of telling his supervisor that it was a must-have, Sol had to find out the hard way that Gajeel was right once again. 

“So you must be the eclamined Black steel of the forge” Sir Aria spoke to Gajeel the man in question immediately cringed from the nickname. Obviously, he was a knight of some sort, why else would he come waltzing in like he had the right to?

“No one calls me that” Gajeel groaned, throwing the towel back into its bin. 

“No one to your face” Sir Aria was quick to quip Shuffling towards an abandoned stool. 

“Why are you here?” Gajeel sneered which was followed by a quick demand of an apology by his superior. “I mean no offense but Sir Aria why are you here?” He asked again this time with different wording but all the same sneer and tone. 

“I came to see the man that created such a wonderous breastplate. You see I recently survived a gruesome battle and I require a few mending here and there." As Sir Aria continued to talk an ease began to set in gajeels brow. It wouldn't be so bad being enlisted for a private job of sorts. “I'll pay you double of what you work here, for your time taken” Sir Aria finally stated, his large frame getting comfortable in the uncomfortable stool. 

“What about the smiths in the palace?” Gajeel asked, crossing his arms over one another. 

“I would much rather have the man who made it before handle such a delicate procedure. This armor did save my life after all.” Sir Aria replied with a dry laugh mimicking gajeels crossed arms. The two large men watching each other intently both waiting for the other to give in. All the while Sol stood in the center of the room drowning in a pool of sweat nervous from what the young man would say. Gajeel had already said enough that would get many beheaded before repeating another smart remark but Sir Aria seemed to like Gajeel. Evident by Gajeel still being able to draw breath, “I like you Black Steel.” Sir Aria said cutting the silence. 

The knight stood to his feet taking off the gold breastplate, displaying the large long scar that dug deep into his armor from the back. It looked as if some sort of large beast had scratched the man from behind, he was right that breastplate had saved his life. “I will be back in a fortnight to retrieve this from you. I expect it to be good as new.” Sir Aria announced turning on his heels to leave once the thick gold plate had hit the ground. Leaving a loud echo in his place. Sol followed behind Sir Aria as he walked down the tunnel further into the forge and away from Gajeel. 

“I need a damn drink,” Gajeel said to himself once the room had been cleared out, now scratching his sore face with a displeased look.

The tavern was deafeningly full, the sounds of women and men alike drunky laughing at anything being said followed by the many different instruments being played at the same time. All combine together to make the most headache-inducing experience one could ever have all at once. Drinks flung back and forth from hand to hand, jewels loosely scattered the grounds probably from a customer who had way too much to drink. A glass shattered off in the distance which would have risen an eye if there already hadn't been so much happening. The wooden door slammed shut its wood leaving tough fingers as a figure walked in eyes scanning for a specific someone but finding someone else instead. Boze stood at the top of a round table contributing to the cheering that erupted like an open flame. 

Gajeel helped himself to a seat, one right near the commotion that was gonna get out of hand sooner than later. “Drinks are on me” Boze yelled loudly above the cheering crowd, accompanied by a woman loosely hanging underneath his arm. His generosity definitely was created by his favorite choice of, drink. Winter's edge brandy something both Gajeel and Boze had both come up with in their much younger years. The two men finding comfort at the bottom of a cup together through hardships. “Broze we know you're broke” A man's voice yelled from the crowd causing the drunk man to turn over his shoulder stammering slightly. “What?! Who said that?” he shouted back into the crowd. 

Gajeel shook his head massaging his temples as chous erupted. Just then a familiar voice snuck its way into his ears. “Hard day?” the drowsy voice asked, in the meliconlic tone she was known for. “What do you think ?” Gajeel asked with a raised brow greeting the cup that had been sat in front of him. Obviously on the house, considering it was from Juvia and if it wasn't the two would share some words. “I think you should be nicer to the person who gives you free drinks,” Juvia replied in a low tone huffing to herself as she snatched the mug off the table. 

A loud clash broke through the air, it was Boze who had fallen off the table, trying to stand on one foot. Probably a wager he had just made, boze was like that. Bringing the good times to others even at the cost of himself. “He's gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow,” Juvia said sitting the mug back down allowing Gajeel to snatch it before it could be taken from him again. “You're telling me” he replied gulping down what he could in a single breath, it burned like hell in his throat, almost suffocating. “What the hell is that?” gajeel asked beating on his chest with a hand, trying to regain his composure before anyone else could see. 

“It's rum. Rimfire rum to be exact” Juvia said with a small smile. Her long blue hair pulled back in a single braid. Keeping any sort of pieces from getting in her or other's way, juvia had tired blue eyes. Something she had inherited somewhere Gajeel didn't exactly know where. The only thing that the two shared in common was their nonexistent father. Both were hurt by the pain he caused, both bastards without a mother. 

“Don't tell me you drink this stuff” Gajeel asked pushing the cup away now dont with its fiery liquid. 

“It keeps me awake. We just got a large shipment from the south. It's all that they drink over there.” The blue-haired woman responded, taking hold of the mug to finish down the last of it. As her brother watched from his seat a look of pure disgust shown on his face, juvia had always had what people call a dry sense of humor. She never really smiled much, always down in the blues rather than enjoying her young life. That being said she had the resistance of a sailor. Unable to be influenced by the strongest of drinks, unlike someone they both knew. Who was now crawling his way towards the two using empty seats to regain his footing? 

“Why should we trust anything they serve in the south? They're all a bunch of uppity rich pansies.” gajeel was quick to say as his half-sister sat in the empty seat in front of him. 

“Why would you think that? I hear they're are pretty great things coming from the south” Juvia asked as Boze laid his head on the back of her seat. Finding comfort in what seemed to be the smell of her hair. 

“You smell like the open sea” Boze groaned petting her hair while Juvia paid no mind to his actions. “We get our grain from the south.” She said ignoring the obviously drunk man's words. 

“Correction the king gets the grain from the south.” Gajeel corrected waving over another worker at the tavern to give him what he called a ‘real northern drink’. The only time Gajeel Redfox ever had northern pride was when it came to the mention of the other territories in Fiore. 

“Careful if anyone hears you they'll send you straight to the dead wave and you'll never be seen again” Juvia joked in her same dry manner. Which obviously gained not a single laugh from Gajeel who sipped on his ale quietly. 

“You think that's funny don't you?” he asked. Which made Juvia shrug her shoulders never responding to the question he asked. Just then boze began to stir spouting nonsense like he always did when he got like this. 

“You smell just like her ju.” boze mumbled to himself still lightly petting the girl's hair, both gajeel and Juvia knew that there was no malice behind Boze's actions. His lips now lose after his third full cup, “I miss Sue” mumbled once more now making an uncomfortable silence surround the three at the mention of Sue. Bozes' sister. Both Juvia and Gajeel exchanged looks never outwardly saying what the two were thinking, like some sort of sibling telepathy. Finally speaking when the both of them felt that it was needed. 

“So we both agree Boze needs to go home,” Juvia spoke up in her flat tone even though she tried to say it in a caring way. “I'll take him back.” gajeel agreed standing up as the tavern continued to below out loud sounds. He wrapped his arm under Bozes, lifting the equally large man to lean against himself. So that they could make the difficult walk back, down the alleyways, and to the district that they called home. As the two walked jaggedly swishing side to side boze sang to himself a sad song. Something that he would usually do whenever he got too drunk to be sane. 

“In the shadow of the mountains, where the iron veins run deep” Boze hummed dragging out each word. 

“I heard the tales of old men, as they speak of things they keep” continuing with the song. The memory of drunken fathers coming from the minds sings the verses that filled Gajeel's mind as he continued to drag Boze through the street. 

“Boze, I don't think this is the time to be singing” Gajeel joked in a light tone, his buzz highlighting his giddy feelings. 

“The dragons fought, and the world was torn. A land born from fire, where hope is worn. We drink our ales and cry our woes, for the land we live in only sorrow sows.” boze continued to hum now growing louder with each verse. He could be heard through the empty alleys, while his friend dragged him along. It wasn't until they two were halfway home and Boze was halfway through his song till the two stopped. A group of men dressed in long fur cloaks stood near the end huddled together speaking in a hushed whisper. Stopping as soon as they saw the two men coming toward them slowly. 

“Oh, the wind that howls, through the frozen night. Echoes the clash of dragons, the endless fight, from the iron mountains to the darkened plains. We carry the weight of ancient pains.” boze continued to sing as Gajeel stopped. Standing still right in front of the men they all made eye contact with each other. Seemingly waiting for the others to move first before any action was made. 

“Just let us pass through and we’ll be on our way” gajeels deep voice echoed against the back ends of the stone buildings. 

“Go another way” one of the voices spoke up with a measured tone.  

“Can't, this is the only way home” Gajeel responded. 

“Kid, take the hint, you're not wanted here” another voice spoke up. Stepping forward seemingly reaching for something. Before the first man stopped him with an outreached arm so that any of them wouldn't pass by his authoritative voice speaking again. “If you know what's good for you, redfox. I wouldn't pass through here”. 

Redfox? Did this man just call Gajeel Redfox, that means he had to know him in some type of way. It wasn't like Gajeel wasn't known in his district, but not enough to be known as just Redfox. “No redfox around here,” Gajeel said with a raised brow, setting Boze propped up against a wall. So that he wouldn't fall too hard to the ground. “Oh, the curse that binds us, no end in sight. We drink to forget, but we know it's not right. In the north, we bleed, we live, we die. Under a sky that forever cries.” Boze continued on singing, as Gajeel confronted the two men with a narrowed brow. 

The back door to one of the buildings opened up, shining a light into the alleyway. “Hey Metalicana, we're about to start” someone yelled letting in the group who slowly trotted in. Wait did he just say Metalicana? He's heard that name before at some point “Wait, what's your name?” Gajeel asked taking a few quick steps forward. Trying to catch up to the men before the door shut loudly. Gajeel stood there not moving having the choice between that door or his drunk friend. Gajeel Redfox had to make a choice.

[pencilofawesomeness]

FT x TWST Housewardens

Ever since I realized (halfway through my other batch of drawings) that Housewardens specifically get to design their own uniforms, I've been wanting to a new batch with them because I get to partially customize the uniforms based on what I think the character would do and I think that's neat.

Also featuring little blurbs of story content stuff because this AU is starting to live in my brain. (Help there's so much in there but it's so fun.)

Text version of the blurbs under the cut

ERZA SCARLET [Half-fae, half-human]

Grade/Class: Sophomore (2-A28) Homeland: Queendom of Roses Club: Spelldrive Best Subject: Summoning Unique Magic: Sword Space —allows for objects to be collected and removed from a pocket dimension of Erza’s own making

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LOKE URSAE [Lion Beastman (mostly)]

Grade/Class: Junior (3-C30) Homeland: Sunset Savanna Club: Track & Field Best Subject: Defense Magic Unique Magic: Light of the Sun —causes Loke to channel and release a highly concentrated light magic capable of burning almost any other type of magic; it’s very bright and potent

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AQUARIUS SADALSUUD [Merfolk]

Grade/Class: Junior (3-C26) Homeland: Coral Sea Club: Literature Club Best Subject: History of Magic Unique Magic: Water-Bearer —allows her to absorb large masses of water (any state) into herself or objects, and subsequently to release it as well

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ULTEAR MILKOVICH [Human]

Grade/Class: Junior (3-B20) Homeland: The Shaftlands Club: Science Club Best Subject: Ancient Magic Unique Magic: Rewind —allows her to revert targeted objects to a previous state of being

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MINERVA ORLAND [Human]

Grade/Class: Sophomore (2-A23) Homeland: Scalding Sands Club: Equestrian Club Best Subject: Poison Making Unique Magic: Territory —can switch the locations of two targets of her choosing

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MYSTOGAN MARVELL [Human] Originally Jellal Edolas

Grade/Class: Sophomore (2-E19) Homeland: Kingdom of Heroes Club: Mountain Lovers Club Best Subject: Magic Analysis Unique Magic: Mist Body —turns his body into a nigh intangible mass of particles; also grants high movement speed and flight

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LAXUS DREYAR [Dragon-fae]

Grade/Class: Junior (3-D05) Homeland: Briar Valley Club: Board Game Club Best Subject: Practical Magic Unique Magic: Thunder Palace —links things together and to him and allows Laxus to channel his magic through that item (or person) when activated

[fairytailaustories]

All the ships I ship (Names do have some spoilers)

Earthland:

Gajevy: Gajeel X Levy (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Zervis: Zeref X Mavis (Alvarez Empire X Fairy Tail

Kinabra: Erik/Cobra X Kinana (Crime Sorciere X Fairy Tail)

Cappy: Happy X Carla/Charlie (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Elfgreen: Elfman X Evergreen (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Gruvia: Gray X Juvia (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Jerza: Siegrain/Jellal X Erza (Crime Sorciere X Fairy Tail)

NaLu: Natsu/End X Lucy (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Bixanna: Bickslow X Lisanna (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Rowen: Romeo X Wendy (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

StingYu: Sting X Yukino (Sabertooth X Sabertooth)

RoKa: Rogue X Kagura (Sabertooth X Mermaid Heel)

Jeltear: Siegrain/Jellal X Ultear (Crime Sorciere X Crime Sorciere)

Lyredy: Lyon X Meredy (Lamia Scale X Crime Sorciere)

Mirafreed: Freed X Mirajane (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Miraxus: Laxus X Mirajane (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

RoYu: Rogue X Yukino (Sabertooth X Sabertooth)

Stinerva: Sting X Minerva (Sabertooth X Sabertooth)

Conight: Erik/Cobra X Macbeth/Midnight (Crime Sorciere X Crime Sorciere)

Angnight: Macbeth/Midnight X Sorano/Angel (Crime Sorciere X Crime Sorciere)

AcnoRene: Acnologia X Irene (N/A X Alvarez Empire)

Loana: Leo/Loke X Cana (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Mix between Earthland and Edolas:

Mystaxus: Laxus X Mystogan (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Edolas:

Edo Gruvia: Gray Surge X Juvia

Mystwalker/Edo Jerza: Jellal/Mystogan X Erza Knightwalker

Edo Nalu: Natsu Dragion X Lucy Ashley

[gallantfairy]

*/ Canon divergence.

Erza does not own Nakagami Armor, Ataraxia armor, Rabbit armor, Celestial armor, seduction armor or any explicit / sexual / filler outfits. She does not own over a hundred armors ( because canonly is actually a thing ) and she does not own over 200 hundred weapons. Instead she owns approximately 100 weapons and definitely a variety of armors.

While her fight against Kagura resulted in a draw, eventually she lost to Minerva. ( during the Grand Magic Games )

Speaking of Kagura, there's no ' big sister / little sister ' relationship between them. Instead, there's mutual respect.

Her fight against Jerome from Avatar was different. She did not defeat him with Ataraxia armor ( since in this blog, she does not possess it ) but rather, she overwhelmed him with the Heaven's wheen armor abilities and that's how she obtained victory. ( note: credit for this one goes to Fae! )

Erza's fight against Kyoka was different from canon. She did not beat Kyoka because ' she is erza!!!!! ', instead she had the assistance of Mira and Minerva in order to bring her down.

During her fight against Ajeel, she did not defeat him with her Nakagami armor; instead she used her wind god armor and had Bisca's assistance with the jupiter cannon.

She does not possess romantic feelings towards Jellal. She values him that's for sure, like a good friend, since both of them had suffered a lot during their childhood years. She does not excuse his past actions but she is always here for him when he needs her, to help him become better.

Which it comes to the conclusion that the ' ~ i have a fiancee ~ ' scene, did not take place.

During her fight with Irene, Erza did not fucking charged against a fucking comet and sliced it in half. Instead, she was able to evade with Wendy to secure their safety. Besides she needed healing because of the horrid condition of her physical state.

Speaking of Irene, she is not Erza's mother. A headcanon providing more information can be found here. ( X )

Her appearance is quite different from canon. Erza is tall, precisely 6ft / 1.82 cm tall, she has quite a muscular physique, she definitely has abs and lots of freckles. A more detailed headcanon could be seen here ( X )

She does not wield gravity magic.

Because nothing makes more sense during a fight than giving power of friendship speeches or patronizing your opponents. Obviously in this blog, that's not the case. You can find more about this rant here ( X )

Her victory against Azuma in the Tenrou Island differs from canon. Instead of using the spirits of her friends as a boost ( aka nakama power ), she defeated him with her swordsmanship skills, using techniques that are considerably last resort ones.

Erza's fight against her counterpart, Erza Knightwalker resulted in a draw.

When she is under the influence of alcohol, she will never act like a sexually frustrated drunk ( only rarely ). Instead, you would catch her sleeping in a corner in order to cast away the dizziness.

Her handwriting is indeed bad, but not unreadable to the point of considering a handwritten letter from her being taken as a threat. She is fully aware that it's not great and there will be times where you would catch her having somebody helping her improve it. ( most likely somebody from the Guild who excels in the aspect of calligraphy ) Thus, all the moments that include her writing illegible letters do not apply in this blog.

She will never use her body parts in order to seduce anyone. ( hence the sexual armors in canon ) Take that shit away.

The existence of the movies and of course the FT100YQ will not be acknowledged in this blog. ( including new armors, her performing grand chariot, new techniques etc. )

[hurricanehides]

Fairy Tail X Percy Jackson Crossover

I want to write a Percy Jackson and Fairy Tail crossover. Who do think would be the greek god parents of fairy tail characters?

Lucy

Natsu

Gray

Erza

Wendy

Mirajane (Lisanna + Elfman)

Evergreen

Bickslow

Laxus

Freed

Levy

Gajeel

Cana

Sting

Rogue

Yukino

Minerva

Chelia

Juvia

Jellal

[girlbossminerva]

a ft get to know you

what’s your favourite character:

favorite ship:

favorite arc:

favorite op/ed:

an unpopular opinion:

best ft duo:

what’s your favourite character:

Hi, welcome, I'm the CEO of Minerva Orland, you are in the Minerva love blog, where I love and worship Minerva Orland and every other character comes second. She is everything to me, mosts scrunkly and one of the most complex women in this godforsaken anime. But other faves include Irene, Erza and Lisanna.

favorite ship:

I like the majority of ft femslash ships, but the ones I tend to come back to are YukiNerva (of course), LisVia in particular when Edo!Juvia is involved in one way or another, and LuVia. From the first two I love the angsty concepts that can come up from the dynamics, and with the last one I lean more toward fluff.

favorite arc:

The phantom arc, there are things I don't enjoy in some of the most plot-heavy arcs, but I feel phantom is very well done in regards to how it introduces us to parts of the story of many characters, and it is the first one where there is a change to the status quo what with the guild being destroyed, character dynamics changing and new characters being introduced.

favorite op/ed:

STRIKE BACK MY BELOVED!!! BEST OP EVER My favorite ED...that one is hard, it's a tie between ED3 (gomen ne watashi) because it's very erza and I've a soft spot for it, and ED11 (glitter) cause it's giving me europop vibes. Ahem, also, I made a ranking for the ops in here: X

an unpopular opinion:

Jellal should've died instead of Ultear.

best ft duo:

Gajeel & Juvia. I don't think it's explored enough, but I definitely feel the fact they've known each other since their phantom days and decided to change for the better together speaks of a great understanding in their friendship.

Thanks for the ask!

[ofsavior]

ship bias for your fairy tail muses!

ship bias. || @quiiscnt

I have... so many FT ship ideas... this barely touches the surface jwfklwefj ahhh.

Erza

Jellal x Erza

Gray x Erza

Laxus x Erza

Mirajane x Erza

Lucy x Erza

Gray

Gray x Erza

Gray x Rogue

Gray x Cana

Gray x Lucy

Gray x Loke

Mirajane

Mira x Erza

Mira x Cana

Mira x Laxus

Mira x Loke

Mira x Jenny...

She'd be cute with Mystogan too tho.

Sting

Sting x Rogue

Sting x Yukino

Sting x Minerva

Sting x Meredy

Sting x Gray

Loke

Loke x Lucy

Loke x Cana

Loke x Gray

Loke x Mira

Loke x Juvia

[ao3feed-stingue]

her secret daughter (sabertooth)

by punnypuppylove

"You may not have been my first love, but you will be my last."

 IN WHICH the daughter of Mavis Vermillion finds love in a guild that's not her mother's OR IN WHICH Arashi Vermillion is not treated the way she should have been

(POLY!SABERTOOTH X OC) (STING EUCLIFFE X ROGUE CHENEY X OC X YUKINO AGURIA X MINERVA ORLAND)

Words: 1851, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Fairy Tail

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Rogue Cheney, Future Rogue Cheney, Sting Eucliffe, Minerva Orland, Yukino Aguria, Mavis Vermillion, Laxus Dreyar, Jellal Fernandes, Mirajane Strauss, Juvia Lockser, Lucy Heartfilia, Future Lucy Heartfilia, Natsu Dragneel, Zeref Dragneel, Zera (Fairy Tail), Bickslow (Fairy Tail), Loke (Fairy Tail), Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Mystogan (Fairy Tail), Levy McGarden, Makarov Dreyar, Wendy Marvell, Elfman Strauss, Macao Conbolt, Midnight | Macbeth, Meredy (Fairy Tail), Cana Alberona, Romeo Conbolt, Frosch (Fairy Tail), Droy (Fairy Tail), Bacchus Groh, Flare Corona, Freed Justine, Lisanna Strauss, Fairy Tail Guild, Pantherlily (Fairy Tail), Porlyusica (Fairy Tail), Celestial Spirits (Fairy Tail), Blue Pegasus Guild, Sabertooth Guild (Fairy Tail), Lyon Vastia, Grandine (Fairy Tail), Gajeel Redfox, Happy (Fairy Tail), Charle | Carla, Chelia Blendy, Lector (Fairy Tail), Lamia Scale Guild, Mermaid Heel Guild

Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe, Sting Eucliffe/Original Female Character(s), Yukino Aguria/Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe/Minerva Orland, Yukino Aguria/Minerva Orland, Rogue Cheney/Minerva Orland, Sting Eucliffe/Minerva Orland, Yukino Aguria/Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe, Yukino Aguria/Sting Eucliffe, Yukino Aguria/Rogue Cheney, Rogue Cheney/Original Female Character(s), Yukino Aguria/Original Character(s), Minerva Orland/Original Female Character(s), Yukino Aguria/Sting Eucliffe/Minerva Orland

Source:https://archiveofourown.org/works/45676951

[jerzadaily]

The omake from FT100YQ volume #16 had a little Jerza! 😭 It shows how Erza & Jellal end up looking for info together, basically, Minerva decided to give them some time alone. My dorks so cute! 🤭 I love how many characters in canon ship them & want them to be together! 💙❤️☺️

[sansan9]

Wanted Erza and Jellal to stay in that posture a while longer

[waynesdamians]

CRIMSON

in which the crimson assassin, y/n sunako is recruited to fairy tail. despite the trauma and hardships she’s been through, her stoical, awkward, and charming persona still remains as well as some secrets she keeps hidden from her loved ones.

fairy tail x fem!reader

various x fem!reader

warning: mentions of profanities, blood&gore, violence, and mentions of torture&ab*se.

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

[fairiesnova]

The Questioning Phase

This was written for @ft-wwtdp pride month event for the prompt: question. It’s late because it turned out longer than I expected. Also tagging @ceruleanshockwave for putting up with my minerzajane obsession and @fuckyeahft-poly-ships and @ftmlmages

Read on Ao3

The sunlight was blinding by the time they walked outside. Erza squinted up at the sky before reaching into a side pocket of her dress to pull out sunglasses. Jellal eyed that dress for the third time that morning. It was new, flashy in a way Erza wasn’t. It was one of the changes in her wardrobe he noticed over these last couple months. But if she wasn’t going to mention it he wasn’t going to ask.

People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones after all.

Perhaps there was still some awkwardness after their brief dating attempt in high school ended in a disaster, but they always avoided the topic of dating on their weekly meetups. They spoke about their coursework, their favorite professors, about their families and mutual friends but never mentioning Erza’s roommates or Jellal’s new friends.

Or maybe there was another reason neither asked the other about romance and love.

Both had been avoiding talking about what happened early that morning.

“Oh hi,” A woman with white hair and a bright smile opened the door. “Are you lost?”

“I don’t think so. I’m looking for Erza.” This was the first time Jellal was going to Erza’s room to pick her up for their weekly coffee meetup. As soon as Erza’s name left his mouth the woman’s expression changed. Her smile dipped into a frown before changing into a neutral face. It was fast, but Jellal caught the movement. There was a tense silence as the girl stood unmoving in the doorway. That wasn’t broken until a different voice came from inside the room.

"I swear I told both of you bitches to stay out of my wardrobe but here I am missing clothes again." The voice was raised and angry. A few seconds later the sound of a door opening and feet stomping towards the doorway reached Jellal’s ears. Then a hiss rang throughout the room, “Turn around I know you hear me talking to you!”

The white-haired girl barely reacted. She merely turned her to look over her shoulder at the angry woman approaching them. As she got closer, Jellal could see she had jet-black strands of hair skewed wildly across her face and snarl on her lips. She was pretty, and terrifying. Erza must have really lucked out with roommates.

The white-haired girl looked the new-comer up and down and snorted. “Go put some pants on, we have a guest.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” She scowled before looking towards Jellal. “Who the hell is he?”

The first girl gave her a knowing looked as she answers, “Oh, he says he’s here for Erza.”

Suddenly the temperature in the room dropped and Jellal felt like a deer thrown into the den of lions. He coughed awkwardly hoping to clear the air in the room. “Uh-yeah I’m here to-can I come in?”

The dark-haired girl slivered up to him and gave a wide taunting smile. “I don’t know, can you?”

Given the tone she spoke and that deadly sharp smile, Jellal was pretty sure that was a threat.

Then, like an angel appearing from the shadow’s, Erza came from one of the empty rooms with a smile on her face. She bumped both of the girls out of the way and wrapped Jellal into a hug. Jellal couldn’t tell if she was oblivious to the tense atmosphere or purposely ignoring the two woman glaring into the back of his head. Erza started to quickly lead them out of the door whispering something he couldn’t hear under her breath. Before they stepped out, Jellal could hear the white-haired girl turning to the black-haired one and saying, “guess you found your dress Minny.”

She had gestured to the pretty blue dress Erza was wearing currently. In another time, maybe Jellal would ask. He would ask about why the two woman seemed way more possessive of Erza then your normal roommate situations. Would ask if they were the reasons behind the perk in Erza’s walk or the smiles that come onto her face. Would ask if Erza had ever been the situation that he was in currently. But he didn’t, couldn’t voice the words in his head. And she didn’t offer. So, they hugged goodbye as always with Jellal ignoring the scents of three different perfumes sinking into his clothes. He went home in a daze, so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed his front door being ajar.

Some time ago, this would worry him.

Now he just rolls his eyes at his roommates’ lack of manners.

Jellal walked into his home already knowing what he was going to find. Sure enough, Gajeel lounged on his sofa with his feet up on his coffee table. He could hear Laxus calling out a greeting to him in the kitchen while Gajeel barely looked up from the tv screen.

“Haven’t I told both of you to ask before barging into my home?” As soon as the words left his lips Jellal winced. He sounded just like Erza’s dark-haired roommate. Well at least he didn’t have to worry about them stealing his clothes.

His wince however caught Gajeel’s attention. He paused his movie to frown up at Jellal, “What’s with you? Have a bad date?”

“They aren’t dates. You know that.”

“They’re dates.” Laxus came out of the kitchen with three water bottles tossing one to Jellal and Gajeel before collapsing next to the man on the sofa. Gajeel’s arm automatically lifted to curve around Laxus’ shoulder as they both stared at Jellal expectantly. Jellal stayed focused on that hand.

He had never given much thought to love and romance over the years. Him and Erza didn’t work out, he moved on quite easily. He always figured he’d just met some other girl somewhere down the road and settle down with marriage and a family like his father.

Then he met Laxus.

They were grouped together for a project and bonding over shit-talking their professor and annoying kids in their class. He had heard Laxus mention his partner more than once but had assumed he was referring to a partner on another project. And to be fair, Gajeel and Laxus did not act like any other couple he knew. The first time he hung out with them they bickered for 2 hours over what to cook for dinner and nearly burnt his kitchen down. It wasn’t until they were stuffing their faces with the pizza he ended up ordering that Laxus had sat down and Gajeel immediately plopped down in his lap. Like it was second nature, Laxus just wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed a greased kiss to the back of his neck.

It was like entry into another world, and even now 2 months later, he still feels breathless every time they exchange intimacy around him. He was drawn to them like a moth to a flame slowly daring to get closer and closer each time but withdrawing right before he could get burnt.

He wanted them. Wanted that. But want was still a feeling Jellal was getting used to.

Slowly his emotions, Jellal turned his eyes away from his own personal flames and towards the tv keeping them there as he spoke, “They are not dates. And I get the feeling Erza’s roommates would plot to kill me if they were.” He paused to sip his water before continuing, “They’re…close.”

Both men’s eyebrows went up as they registered what Jellal was hinting. “Oh, good for her.” Laxus shrugged.

“Is this a I just found out my ex-girlfriend might be gay conversation? I’ve had one of those.”

Jellal ignored them both leading Laxus to watch him closely. “Does that bother you?”

“No.” He answered honestly. “I’m just…confused.”

He had known Erza for half of their young lives and he never knew she had attraction to girls just like he never knew he held attraction to guys. He wondered if Erza went through the confusing phase of questing his identity the way he did. Or was it easy for her? Did she breeze through her realization and Jellal was the only one feeling this lost?

Before he could spiral anymore in his thoughts, a calloused hand tugged on his wrist. He looked into Gajeel’s dark eyes seeing the understanding laced through them. “We told you before, everyone moves at their own pace. It’s okay to be confused.” He tugged once more and Jellal went willingly into their embrace. His couch was not designed for three grown men, but they fit perfectly. Jellal allowed himself to sink into Gajeel’s arm around his shoulder and Laxus’ around his waist. He would eventually talk to Erza, would hopefully be able to answer the question regarding his own sexuality, but for right now he was just going to enjoy being warmed by his flames.