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[x][x] IMAGINE BEING KAZ'S LITTLE SISTER WHO HE TAKES CARE OF IN SECRET AND THE CROWS FIND OUT ABOUT YOU.

requested by anon

(Also contains Kanej/Kaz x Inej because jealousy is a good plotline + because originally, this was meant to be a oneshot but I couldn't make up enough content from a vague prompt)

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There were a lot of things Kaz Brekker had left behind from his past. His name, his brother, feelings, kindness. But you weren't one of them. You were among the only things he had kept, and the only thing that had changed in between you was that he no longer could hug you or show you any physical affection. He hadn't told you the whole story about being the Bastard of the Barrel or Dirtyhands, and he made sure you wouldn't find out about who he truly was when he left your little home. You knew he ran a criminal gang and did heists, but you had still mostly a kind and loving picture of him, he didn't want it to be shattered by telling you what he had done to get revenge for Jordie and in a way, you. If Pekka hadn't taken all your money all those years ago, you would still be a happy family and Kaz wouldn't have to hide you.

You were the only one who remembered the time when he was just that sweet little boy who always protected you. The whole thing with Pekka and Jordie had scarred him for life, and for a long time, you were the only one he found a family within, who he cared about. You had changed your name too to protect yourself and lived in a nice house at the better side of Ketterdam. Kaz visited you late at night two times a week, and extra times if you needed it. You lived at the quietest part of the better area, but visiting you in broad daylight would have been far too dangerous, and Kaz wouldn’t do it unless it would be an extreme emergency. Fortunately that kind of a situation had never occurred.

He had made it clear years ago that you can’t come with him to the Barrel. He knew it would be dangerous for you - if anyone got to know that Dirtyhands had a sister… Kaz didn’t even want to imagine what could happen then. He had buried his feelings long ago, but with you he let Kaz Rietveld peek around the corner. You made him black coffee, and your way was Kaz’s favorite. He didn’t exactly know what you did with the coffee or if it was just the different type of beans. He stayed at your home for an hour or two at a time, checking everything is okay and just talking about how you’ve been. You could open up to him, and when you were sick, he dropped by more often. Kaz knew that there was always a risk of someone seeing him visiting you regularly, but he trusted he was being careful.

But the Crows had gotten curious about where Kaz disappeared at night. At first, Jesper was suspecting Kaz had a hidden partner, but he also saw the different closeness between him and Inej and had also suspected Kaz having a crush on her for years, so if he had a hidden partner... it wouldn't make really sense. Kaz wasn't a player, he fought with feelings overall so it felt unlikely that he'd have so strong feelings for two people.

So Jesper talked Inej into following Kaz, claiming that he still thinks that Kaz has someone special hidden away. The Suli girl was reluctant, but agreed eventually, she was secretly worried about Kaz having a partner too.

And when she saw Kaz knocking on a door of a small house at the better area of Ketterdam and a woman opened the door with a smile, her heart sank. But she also felt the black cloud of jealousy and the feeling of betrayal coming over. So all the things Kaz had made her read between the lines were either lies or he just wanted to play with her feelings?

But at the same time, her heart told her that Kaz wasn't like that. He wouldn't do that. But she still left the scene, going back to the Slat, holding back angry tears. And once there, she went straight to the bar counter and poured herself a shot, a confused Jesper beside her.

"What happened?" he asked, and Inej glared at him.

"You were right. Kaz has a girlfriend. Or maybe even a wife." she muttered, causing Jesper to frown as Inej downed the shot.

"I didn't say it- I said it just because I knew that it would get you to go check the situation." Jesper told her and from the corner of his eye, he saw Kaz entering the Slat. Inej looked like she wanted to slap the man.

"Storm coming..." Jesper muttered and made sure to keep his eyes on the glass in front of him.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" Inej asked the man once he came close enough.

"Who?"

"That woman you meet two times a week."

Kaz looked at the Suli girl in visible confusion, but then it dawned to him. "You were following me."

Inej took another step towards Kaz. "I knew you're a liar and a rotten, lost cause but I didn't think you'd spin two women in between your fingers like this." Inej growled. "You know that I have difficulties in trusting people, and then-"

Kaz cut Inej off. "She's my sister."

"Your- what?"

Kaz sighed. "She's my sister. I visit Y/N so I know she's safe. I also give her money so she would manage. I just don't talk about her because she'd be in danger if people knew who she is, and she doesn't know about the Bastard of the Barrel or Dirtyhands and I'd like to keep it that way. And I don't 'spin' anyone in between my fingers, I don't have time for relationships, I thought you knew that."

The anger in Inej's heart subsided quickly and it was replaced with embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

Kaz nodded slowly, sighing again and making his way upstairs. Jesper came to stand beside Inej. "Well. At least you still have your man."

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A/N: I know you requested a "fic" and probably waited for a longer piece but as much as I love Kaz, I can't keep breaking my own rules to make all my Kaz pieces long when the request is gif imagine-sized because otherwise I could burn myself out with Kaz because people would always assume long pieces even from the vaguest of requests and that would eventually also mirror itself on other characters I don't crush on. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you by not providing a oneshot.

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Mother’s Day: Jerza

Another found family fic, because I’m weak. Wendy and Jellal decide to celebrate mother’s day with Erza.

Mother’s Day

Jellal was sitting in one corner of the guildhall reading. He looked like he was focused. Wendy wasn’t sure she really wanted to bother him. Besides, her request seemed so silly.

          “Wendy,” Carla said, crossing her leg and dropping her head into her hand, “You really should go ask him. He’s not talking to anyone. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you asked to talk.”

          “I just…” Wendy felt her cheeks grow warm. “Maybe it’s stupid. What if it’s a terrible idea—”

          “It’s not a terrible idea, Wendy,” Carla huffed, “I think it’s very nice. And I think Jellal will think so too.”

          Wendy bit her lip, and then stood, hands balled into fists. “Alright. I’ll go ask him.” She crossed the guildhall with purpose and slipped into the seat across from him—the nervousness returning in the pit of her stomach. Jellal offered her a soft smile, setting aside his book.

          “Jellal,” Wendy began, clasping her hands together. “I heard… I heard Gajeel talking about what they were going to do for mother’s day with Levy, and…”

          “You want to do something for Erza,” Jellal finished.

          Wendy’s eyes widened, and she quickly glanced up at him. “You… how did you guess?”

          “Erza talks about it,” he said, “Not about mother’s day, but about how much she cares about you. You’re like a daughter to her, you know?”

          “Really?”

          “So you want to do something for Erza for mother’s day?”

          “Of course! Erza… Erza’s like a mom to me. I want to let her know how much I appreciate everything she’s done.” She whispered, “I can never really pay her back. I was wondering if you would help.”

          “Sure, I’d be happy to, what do you have in mind?”

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          They had decided on a classic mother’s day plan: breakfast in bed, flowers, chocolates, the whole deal. Wendy had taken it upon herself to use her well-earned money to buy some fancy chocolates—Jellal had used most of Saturday to find the perfect bouquet of flowers.

          They were sitting at dinner when Erza put down her fork with a sigh, glancing over at Wendy—who was squirming in her seat—and Jellal—who was silently cutting his meat. “What are you too planning?” She narrowed her eyes. Jellal glanced up, trying his best to put on an expression of mock surprise.

          “What makes you think we’re planning anything?”

          “By now Wendy’s usually telling me all about her day, and you always say something about the market prices or something silly—”

          “Well,” Jellal searched his memory, “I think the broccoli was on sale when we were down there.” He was scrambling, trying to come up with something, Wendy’s eyes were wide across the table. “And umm…”

          “Erza!” Wendy interrupted. Erza turned her head and Jellal swung his hand across his neck. Abort. “I’m sorry. I told Jellal I wanted a kitten.” Jellal froze.

          “Oh,” Erza’s eyes widened. “A kitten, huh?”

          “Yes!” Wendy nodded. “I promise I’ll take care of it!” She clasped her hands together, looking up at Erza pleadingly. Erza glanced over at Jellal who shrugged his shoulders.

          “We were going to talk to you tonight—after dinner. I think it might be nice to have a pet.”

          “Please, Erza?” Wendy said, her eyes wide, her lips pouting. Damn, she’s doing a good job. Jellal had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Erza picked up her fork again, pressing the tips against her lip for a moment—deep in thought.

          “I don’t see why not. As long as you promise to take care of it.”

          “Yes!” Wendy pumped her fist, and then jumped up to give Erza a hug. Jellal shook his head with a little smile, spearing a piece of meat with his fork. She’s too smart. Erza seemed convinced, for now.

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          “You really think a kitten is a good idea?” Erza murmured. Jellal groaned, rolling over to glance at the time.

          “Erza… It’s three in the morning…”

          She shifted in bed, the sheets rustling between them. She rested her head against his shoulder, nuzzling against him. “Sorry. I just… we’re away so much…”

          Jellal let out a deep sigh, holding her close. “I’m sure that when we’re gone someone will come and feed the cat for us.”

          “Right,” she whispered. There was a pause before she said, “What would you want to name it? If it’s a girl?”

          “Erza, it’s 3 a.m…” Jellal whispered. “Besides, I think if Wendy wants a kitten—she should get to name it.”

          “Right.” Erza nodded.

          There was a long pause, Jellal tried to drift off to sleep, but he could almost hear Erza’s thoughts racing. “Erza,” he murmured, not opening his eyes. “Are you trying to go to sleep or are you thinking about the cat?”

          “Sorry!” She laughed a little. He felt her sit up and the next moment her lips were against his. He didn’t open his eyes. She rested her forehead against his and whispered. “I’ll try not to think about it.”

          “You need your rest, Erza,” he smiled.

          “I know.”

          “Goodnight.”

          She got comfortable against him and murmured, “Goodnight.” Before Jellal drifted back to sleep.

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          “Wake up.” Small hands shook his shoulder. Jellal let out a soft groan, rubbing sleep away from his eyes.

          “Wendy,” he whispered, “What… what time is it?”

          “Seven,” she said, her voice low. She pressed a finger to her lips and pointed at Erza, who was fast asleep on the other side of the bed. Jellal smiled.

          “Alright. Let me get dressed and I’ll be out to help.”

          He wasn’t exactly a good cook, but he knew how to make a simple breakfast: scrambled eggs and toast. They had decided on buying a cake for a breakfast dessert—knowing how much Erza loved cake. Jellal knew a store-bought cake would never taste as good as Erza’s homemade version, but he also knew he could never replicate her perfect recipe. If they even tried, the cake would just burn, he was sure.

          “I’ve cracked the eggs already!” Wendy said, grabbing a whisk as Jellal came into the kitchen, “And poured in some milk.”

          “You could practically do all of this by yourself,” Jellal grinned shaking his head, “Have you been cooking with your mom?” And then he froze. Was he still half asleep?! Wendy had never called Erza mom and he just—

          “Yeah,” Wendy said, smiling, “I have been. I wish I could bake as good as she does though.”

          Jellal blinked, and then ran his fingers through his hair with a laugh, “Me too. I’ll get started on the toast.”

          Soon their breakfast was complete and on the bed tray: orange juice, buttered toast, scrambled eggs, and a slice of cake with strawberries. “Can you carry the tray?” Wendy asked. Jellal nodded. “I’ll carry the flowers and the chocolate!”

          Erza was still asleep when they tiptoed into the bedroom. Jellal paused at her bedside, the tray was getting heavy in his hands. “Erza?” She sighed, rolling over. “Erza, wake up.” She blinked, groaning.

          “Jellal… it’s too early—” she froze, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “What… what’s going on?”

          “Happy mother’s day, Erza!” Wendy threw her arms around Erza’s shoulders, still holding the bouquet and fancy chocolates in both hands.

          “Happy what?”

          “Happy mother’s day,” Jellal smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead and set down the tray.

          Erza looked absolutely bewildered. “How…?”

          “Wendy wanted to do something special,” Jellal said.

          “But…” She blinked, glancing over at Jellal, “How did you know?”

          “You’ve always said you thought of Wendy like—” Jellal froze, searching her expression, “What do you mean ‘how did we know?’”

          “That I’m… pregnant?” She whispered. Jellal’s eyes widened.

          “You’re… what?” Wendy was just as stunned, planted in place, still holding the chocolate and bouquet of flowers. Jellal could hardly breathe. “You’re…?”

          “If this isn’t about that then…?” Erza glanced over at Wendy, realization dawning on her face. “Oh! Wendy! I’m sorry, I… I’m still tired—” Then she glanced up at Jellal, eyes wide, “I didn’t mean to tell you this way! I—” Before she could finish another word his arms were around her, shaking the tray and almost knocking over the orange juice. He cupped her cheek, pulling away just to look her in the eyes.

          “You’re really…?”

          “Yeah,” she grinned, tears welling up. Jellal pulled her into a kiss, the tray shaking again underneath him. He pulled away glancing over at Wendy. She looked stunned, but there was a small smile on her lips.

          “Wendy, I’m sorry,” Erza whispered. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

          “It’s fine,” she said, but there was pain in her eyes. Erza held out her hand, and Wendy took it. Erza pulled her into her arms.

          “I’m not worried about the baby,” she said, “Because I know they have a strong big sister who will watch over them.” Wendy pulled away, eyes wide.

          “Really?”

          “Of course. I’ve always seen you like a daughter,” Erza beamed. Wendy beamed, throwing her arms around Erza again.

          Jellal pulled them both into a hug. “You should eat breakfast, before it gets cold.” He murmured. Erza laughed, kissing him once more before both he and Wendy pulled away.

          “Thank you for celebrating mother’s day with me,” she beamed, picking up her fork. “This looks wonderful.”

small steps towards being on better terms...

Hi there! I live for your SoC fics. You’re such a talented author and I love all of your work. Thanks for everything you do for the fandom! Could you please write something of Kaz playing with Inej’s hair? Thanks so so much 💕💕💕

Hey, lovely! Thank you so much! I hope you don’t mind that I mixed your idea with some others, I think they fit quite well.

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he’s tired, she can tell

Kaz has the stamina of a hero in a story

but Inej knows that he’s far from invincible

Kaz is human - too human, at times

and she now sees the strain of his shoulders, the tension in his jaw, the dark rings under his eyes

he should be triumphant now, celebrating a job well done

a job they both won

but as he walks beside her along the canals, Inej knows he has not slept for days

he’s limping more

he sees her watching his leg and turns his cane to his other hand

with his other one, he holds hers

gloves on gloves

but still

they’d gone through so many layers already

Inej looks up at him as they move through the shadows and dark alleys

though they have on ear on the streets, listening for any trouble that might come their way, they allow themselves to pay attention to each other, for just a little while

Inej smiles softly as his fingers slip through hers

a silent reassurance - I’m fine

she says to him, “I miss home.”

and it’s like someone struck him across the face

Inej raises her brows at the surprise flashing in his eyes

she understands why

Inej believes that Kaz, try as he might, will always have a difficult time trusting when she says that she found home with him - on his father’s farm, that they rebuilt together

it stuns him everyday - that that’s their permanent home now

and that Ketterdam is now just a place they go to not as often

to do their job - what they promised each other they would do

after a moment, Kaz says, “We can go back tomorrow, if you wish.”

Inej had bought herself a nice little apartment in one of the nice buildings of East Stave

of course, when all her neighbours were concerned, nobody moved there

not that Inej was intent on hiding anymore

she had a reputation

but still - it was nice to be anonymous 

it is to that nice little apartment that they walk to now

Kaz stayed every so often

most days, actually

well, most nights

days were busy for the Wraith

but the nights were for both of them

when they get there soon enough, she makes tea, and Kaz stares off into space, leaning against her kitchen counter

Inej pauses what she’s doing, a spoon of sugar hovering in the air

she tells him, “Go take a bath, Kaz.” she puts the spoon in her mouth. “You need to relax, and rest.”

he’s silent, his eyes focusing

he doesn’t look at her when he says, “Take one with me.”

Inej almost drops her spoon

he looks at her then. “You asked me back home - if I would ever... if we would ever be capable of it.” He runs his fingers through his hair, looking away as if he’s shy. “We could try, if you’re alright with it.”

Inej pauses

would she?

Kaz had seen her bare more times that she could count

he’d pushed down her barriers, one by one

not like punching bricks, hoping they’d come apart eventually

but more like removing satin curtains, pushing them gently out of the way

she did the same for him

but this - this was something that maybe he wouldn’t be able to go through

still, Inej nods, and says, “Get the water running. I’ll be right there.”

without another word, he grabs his cane and makes his way to the bathroom

Inej knows that it took Kaz years to be able to bathe in a bathtub

even that was difficult

step by step, brick by brick, he got there

back home, Inej sometimes sat by him in the bath, tea in her hand, chatting with him as he laid there, bubbles on his chin

Inej waited a minute, finishing her tea, and then she trudged to the bathroom, to see him undressing from the doorway

she smiled at the contours of his back, the muscles of his shoulders

“Oggling much?” He says over a shoulder

Inej shrugs, turning her eyes to the water filling the bathtub

steam already clung to her brow, to the mirror atop the basin

the last piece he removes before getting in the tub is his gloves

Inej says, “You have not complained about my oggling since we have been married.” She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorway. “Nor before.”

Kaz sinks into the water, watching her with dark eyes. “Who says I’m complaining?”

“Exhaustion makes you cheeky,” Inej points out

Kaz leans back. “You have not complained about my said cheekiness since we have been married,” he throws back. “Nor before.”

“Clever,” she taunts

he gives her a too-modest shrug

Inej closes the door to keep the warmth in

she undresses fast, methodically

Kaz is very still

“We can do this some other time,” she says to him

“It’s fine.”

but she can see the tension in his jawline

Kaz puts his elbows on the edge of the tub, swallowing down, as if bracing himself

he looks conflicted, but-

not afraid

“Let me,” he requests

Inej steps in, and allows him to undo the laces of her pants. “You know,” Inej begins to say. “I meant what I said back there.”

“You say a lot of things, treasure, I need you to be clear.”

Inej pulls down her pants, the rest of her clothes

she is bare in front of him without a hint of worry

how long did it take her to get here? so long

how many times would she still succumb to the fear? too many

but it was progress

and she took it gratefully

“When I told you I missed home,” Inej says. “I miss the farm.”

she loved the feeling of freedom - the journeys she took through the seas

but she loved to come back home - to him, as well

Kaz’s dark eyes flash with emotion, but he says nothing

she can see it though - joy in his eyes

hesitating, Inej steps in

the tub is not huge

she begins by sinking down opposite to him

her legs to her knees

Kaz watches her like he’s trying to think of nothing else but her

“Do you want to try to touch me?” she says

“Not yet.”

“Okay.”

steam curls his hair

Inej leans back, no part of her touching him

she knows that talking is good

for both of them

so she says, “I was thinking...”

“Do tell.”

Inej distracts herself from her aching heart by pulling down on her braid, gently taking it apart

“We could have the others over one day, if you’d like,” Inej says, trying to weave her fingers through her knots, noticing Kaz watching every move. “They have yet to see the house.”

Kaz says, “Helvar will be immensily proud of his terrible painting skills.”

“Don’t be mean. He was very kind to offer to help us with the fence.”

“I’ve never seen so many different shades of white, that’s what I’m saying.”

Inej grins, and then laughs at him

the water shakes with her

Kaz finds himself smiling, too

“I guess I can bear their presence,” he says, shrugging

Inej smiles. “You miss them.”

“I miss you, and I’m next to you. I don’t have energy to miss any of them.”

“Hum,” Inej smiles, but she knows better

Kaz goes silent, wary

he says, “I can wash your hair.”

“Really?”

“Does it bother you?” Kaz murmurs

“I’m not sure, I’ve never had anyone wash my hair besides my mother, and that was a long time ago.” Inej pauses. “I’ll turn.”

Kaz nods, and he watches as Inej turns on the tub, still not touching him

though his legs are on either side of her

his knees so pale in comparison to her body

Kaz thinks of warmth

the warmth of her body sleeping next to him on their bed

the sun shining as she smiles when he brings her too-sweet tea in the morning

the gentle way she pushes back his hair from his face as he lies there on the pillow, her legs entwined with his

how different is that from this?

he grabs a bottle of her scented soap

places a small amount on his hands

he says, to take his mind off it, “I might have... something of a surprise when we go back.”

Inej goes very still. “What?”

“It’s a surprise, Wraith, that’s the point.”

“I don’t like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.”

she looks at him over her shoulder, eyes wide. “Will I?”

“Why are you so suspicious?”

she raises her brows at him

and Kaz lets out a snort

Inej turns back around, but doesn’t tell him to get it over with

she waits, patiently, conversing with him like what they’re doing isn’t new. “Tell me.”

“I want you expectant,” Kaz tells her, “so no.”

He watches the waves of her long hair

it disappears in the water

Kaz takes in a breath, and gently places his hands at the back of her head, spreading the soap there before massaging her head

Inej doesn’t move, but he asks, “Inej?”

“I’m enjoying it,” she says, “perhaps a little too much.”

indeed - Inej shows him her arm, and the hair standing up there

“So you like me running my fingers through your hair,” he says thoughtfully, keeping himself focused on what he’s doing. “Noted.”

“I’d forgotten about it,” Inej says with a hint of sadness

Kaz swallows down, and says, “I like it when you do it to me.”

“I noticed that too.” He can feel her smiling

he grabs a bath cup and says, “Tilt your head back.”

she does

Kaz washes her hair slowly, running his fingers through her soft strands, and something like joy makes his heart jump when Inej gives a happy little sigh

“How is this, Kaz?” She asks seriously

“It’s fine,” he says, surprised at himself. “It’s actually fine.”

she looks over her shoulder. “I’m glad.”

not wishing to push himself or her, Kaz slowly leans in

Inej watches him

and knowing what he intends to do, she tilts her head to the side just slightly, explosing the side of her neck, her shoulder

Kaz takes a breath

how different is it, really?

than kissing the rest of her body?

than slipping his hands underneath her shirt to touch her back?

Kaz leans in, touching his lips to her shoulder

so softly

barely a brush of his lips

soap flurries around her, bubbles popping on her legs

as kaz removes his lips, but keeps himself close, Inej admits, because she know he’ll ask, “I like this with you.”

Kaz is silent for a moment watching her

then he softly says, so close she can feel his breath on her ear. “I like you.”

“Do you, now?”

“I’ll prove it to you, when we get back home.”

Inej sighs, “And I see my surprise?”

“You’ll like it,” he reassures her

Inej couldn’t possibly imagine what that was

but still

she touches his chin once, flicks his nose, and moves out of the bath

Kaz watches her as she places a towel around her and begins drying her hair with another. “Is it going to frighten me?”

“What could I possibly take out of my pocket that could frighten you, Inej?”

she laughs. “Nina dressed as a clown.”

“Fuck’s sake.”

she sits on the edge of the tub and flicks his nose again. “Tell me.”

Kaz leans back, silent

“You’re going to make me wait a whole day?” Inej frowns. “Why did you have to tell me in the first place then? You could’ve just surprised me.”

“Maybe I like ruffling your feathers.”

Inej raises a brow at him. “You definitely need sleep.”

as Inej goes to her bedroom, laughter follows her - her own, and his

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PART TWO HERE.

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Summary:

Jean overhears rumors saying that Diluc has returned to Mondstadt years after he suddenly left. She thinks she is ready to come face-to-face with her childhood friend, but will this be the perfect reunion she had hoped for?

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Can I use this as a prompt?

nightmares

Includes: Diluc, Kaeya | Anthology 

Warnings -> STRONG emotional images (violence, panic, mentions of blood (a lot of blood), implied and specific character death) -> leads to comfort

Synopsis: Nightmares plague the characters sleep and they wake up startled - the reader comforts them

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Zhongli, in court: Your honor, I would like to plead guilty as well as to request the death penalty.

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I REQUEST MORE OF THE FOUND FAMILY STUFF

Yes! More found family stuff for you! Love you, friendship! And I love this family so much!!! :D

Jerza + Wendy: Found Family

Father-Daughter Dance:

          “Now that we’re done with that job we can stay for the festival, right?” Wendy gasped, clasping her hands together. Around the three mages, the town was preparing for a big festival for the following day. Jellal glanced over at Erza who nodded with a small smile.

          “Well,” he said, scratching the back of his head as they moved on towards their little inn. “I don’t see why not.”

          “I heard they’ll have really good desserts,” Erza said, taking Jellal’s hand in hers. Jellal entwined their fingers offering her a smile.

          “I heard they have dancing!” Wendy beamed. Around them lights and garlands were being strung up. Tomorrow the town would look completely different. “And maybe I’ll find someone to talk to! My favorite part of jobs out of town is meeting new people. It’s always good to make new friends!” She skipped ahead of them. Erza leaned against Jellal’s arm.

          “Are you going to tell her?” She smiled.

          “Tell her what?” He sighed, “That I… I care about her like she was my own daughter?”

          “Yes,” Erza nodded. “Exactly that. You know I’ve said it. I think it’s your turn.”

          “You know I feel that way, but it’s not that easy. What if… what if she doesn’t feel that way at all? What if I’m just like some guy or…?”

          “Jellal,” Erza laughed. “I promise… you’re not just ‘some guy.’” Her expression softened, and Jellal leaned in close to brush a kiss to her lips. “You’re going to put it off again, aren’t you?” She smiled. He didn’t respond.

***

          “Ah! The lights are so pretty!” Wendy gasped. It was only sunset, but the streets were already brightly lit with all the decorative lights. Food stands and market stalls filled one street, games in another, and down in the square were dozens of dancers. It reminded her some of the festivals in Magnolia. There were some girls that looked about Wendy’s age at the edge of the suare where all the dancing was taking place. A live band was to the side, under the eaves of the old inn. Wendy made her way to where the girls stood. One was blonde, the other with dark red hair—which made Wendy think of Erza. As she approached, the blonde haired girl looked up.

          “You’re the wizard girl,” she said.

          “Yes!” Wendy beamed, “I’m Wen—”

          “We know,” the red haired girl shrugged, crossing her arms. “What kind of girl your age joins a wizard guild anyways?”

          “My mother says guilds are for drunk men and girls with nothing good to do.”

          “That’s not true!” Wendy gasped, “My guild is like family!”

          “Why?” The girl with blonde hair scoffed, “Don’t you have a real family?”

          A real family? Wendy’s heart dropped. Like… a mom and a dad? She wished she did have that. Grandeeney had always been like a mother to her, but she had been gone for a long time now and… A thought crossed Wendy’s mind. Erza. But she shook it away. “The guild is my family!” She protested.

          The girls laughed. “You’re an orphan? Did your parents abandon you?”

          “You weren’t good enough for them?!”

          Wendy felt tears welling up in her eyes. Why were they being so cruel?! The announcer near the musicians was announcing a new dance.

          “The father-daughter dance!” The blonde girl gasped, clapping her hands. “We should find our dads!”

          “The other girl glanced over at Wendy, “You should find yours too! Oh… wait…” she burst into giggles again, but her laughter was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice—dripping with rage—as someone stepped into view out of the corner of Wendy’s eyes.

          “Her father is right here.” Her eyes shot up to see him: Jellal! Her heart grew lighter as  he rested a hand on her shoulder. The mage looked furious, with such fire in his expression that the two girls stumbled backwards and then ran without so much as another question. “Wendy?” Jellal crouched down to meet her eyes, “Are you alright?”

          She nodded. What did he say? Had he said he was her father? It was just to get the girls to leave me alone.

          “I was just coming to find you when I heard the announcement,” he smiled a little, around them the music was starting again. “I was wondering if you… wanted to dance…” She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

          “Yes!” She smiled, beaming up at him. He gently pulled her out to the dance floor, holding both her hands. He spun her around once or twice and she found herself laughing, her tears finally gone. But before the dance had ended Jellal paused, letting out a sigh, his smile disappearing.

          “Wendy,” he said, letting out a deep sigh.

          “What’s wrong?”

          “I want you to know that…” he took in a breath, “I was serious about what I said to those girls.”

          “About…” she frowned, trying to process it. “About…?” She felt tears filling her eyes again. About being my father?

          “You’re… you’re like a daughter to me…” She couldn’t help herself. She burst into tears. Jellal was completely bewildered. “I… I’m sorry… I overstepped…” Wendy threw her arms around his middle, sobbing into his coat.

          “No!” she gasped, hugging him as tight as she could. “I’ve never had a dad and… If I were to choose one, you would be it.” Jellal crouched down pulling her tight into his embrace. She clutched his coat. Beside them someone else stood, resting her hand gently on Jellal’s shoulder.

          “Is everything alright?” Erza whispered. Wendy glanced up, grabbing Erza’s hand and pulling her down so she could hug them both.

          “I just love my family,” she sobbed. “I love you both so much.”

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