The two Scarlet Women Fairy Tail Male reader X Erza Scarlet X Irene Belserion

forever and always

Y/N Pov

The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently coaxing me awake. As my eyes reluctantly opened, the remnants of a vivid dream lingered, leaving behind fragments of laughter and the warmth of shared moments. I lay there for a moment, suspended between the realm of sleep and wakefulness, trying to grasp the fading threads of the night. Was this real or just a dream?

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as memories of last night began to surface. Elsie's laughter echoing in the air, the dance of flickering candlelight, and the shared secrets that bound us in the quietude of the night. The details, however, remained elusive, due to the inebriated state I had found myself in last night. Like a tapestry woven with threads of black, that memory slipped through my fingers.

As I stirred, my gaze fell upon the disheveled bed, adorned with tousled sheets and a faint fragrance of Lilac and strawberry. "I don't think this was a dream." The room told a silent tale of a night painted with moments that defied the boundaries of the academies rules. On the ground laid an empty jug and two cups. Yet, amid the traces of joy, a singular drop of deep red caught my attention spread on the bedsheet.

A drop of blood, stark against the pale linen, spoke of mysteries veiled in the shadows of the night. I sat up, the sheets pooling around me as I examined the small crimson stain. Vague recollections swirled in my mind, but the answer didn't come to me.

Elsie's name echoed softly in the chambers of my thoughts, and a sudden sense of urgency enveloped me. I cast my gaze around the room, searching for any sign that might unveil the secrets concealed by the night's embrace. The air seemed charged with a subtle tension, an unspoken question lingering between the walls.

My fingers traced the contours of my own skin, seeking any clue that might explain the presence of that solitary drop of blood. The faint ache in my temples hinted at a night filled with laughter and shared tales, but the specifics remained veiled in the recesses of my consciousness.

The room, adorned with remnants of a magical night, held its secrets close. As I rose from the bed, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. The drop of blood, a silent witness to the mysteries woven into the fabric of the night, became a symbol of a connection that transcended the ordinary.

In the quiet aftermath, with sunlight streaming through the windows, I found myself on the precipice of discovery. The echoes of laughter and the enigmatic drop of blood beckoned me to unravel the enigma that was last night with Elsie, an adventure that blurred the boundaries between dreams and reality.

A soft smile graced my lips as I recalled the warmth of Elsie's presence, the playful banter that echoed in the quietude of the night. The dance of candlelight seemed to rekindle, casting a soft glow on the vivid recollections that played before my inner eye.

Elsie and I, seated on the edge of the bed, lost in the aftermath of our adventure, had shared a jug of wine. As the night deepened, the connection between us transcended words, a silent understanding weaving a tapestry of unspoken feelings.

The memories sharpened, revealing the shared moments that defied the boundaries of sleep. Our laughter had rippled through the room, merging with the melodies of the night. The warmth of Elsie's touch lingered, a gentle echo in the quiet spaces between my waking thoughts.

And then, like a piece of a puzzle falling into place, I remembered the moment when our lips had met in the soft glow of candlelight. A kiss, both tender and charged with the magic of the night, had sealed a connection that transcended the ordinary.

But with the remembrance came the realization-the drop of blood on the bed. As the pieces of the puzzle aligned, I traced the memory back to a playful moment, a shared promise sealed with a small nick on our fingers. A symbolic bond, etched in the language of love, had left its mark on the linen sheets.