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littletail · 7 months

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Please may I have a Fairy tail age regression scenario of when Little! Juvia is in a rambunctious mood and can't help but feel a desire to push some limits..her Caregiver! Gray was extremely patient because the others were very close to losing their patience with her noisy behaviour (and toys) today. Some of the caregivers were extremely grateful when Caregiver! Gray told his little! Juvia in the nicest way possible to tone down a bit with her little toys..considering some of the littles were asleep in the backroom.

*Caregiver! Lucy is a caregiver to her little! Wendy*

*Caregiver! Laxus is a Caregiver to his little! Freed*

*Caregiver! Erza is a Caregiver to her Little! Levy and Erza is often a babysitter for Jellal and the other members of the littles*

*Caregivers! And basically babysitters Gajeel and Natsu often babysat Sting and Rogue..*

(There was also other littles who also had an assigned Caregiver too in the Fairy tail guild)

Little! Juvia is a diaper user and Gray only put her in them as a precaution and rightly so considering how often she had accidents and she never realised considering that she uses her diaper as if she was using the toilet..

Noisy Raindrop

It was the middle of the day at the Fairy Tail Guildhall, and the middle of a multi-Guild playdate being held inside. Everything was going just fine so far, up until it was decided that naptime was coming up.

“Alright, all the beds have been set up in the room. Time for all of you to settle down,” Laxus stated, lifting Freed to his feet.

Not a problem, normally, but not all Littles were expected to actually nap, which caused the ones who were to start pitching fits.

“How come they get to stay up while we have to nap?” Jellal demanded.

“Yeah!” Sting exclaimed. “I wanna stay up too!”

“It’s so unfair!” Freed huffed.

“Guys, how the others choose to care for their Littles is their choice,” Erza explained patiently, holding a sleepy Levy in her arms.

“And we’re caring for you guys the way we choose to,” Gajeel stated, holding an actually asleep Rogue in his arms. “You can keep playing later.”

“And some of you are pretty tired, oh yeah!” Richard commented as Cobra and Midnight leaned against him, half-asleep.

“And all of you know how important naptime is for you,” Jura lifted Lyon into his arms. The icy Little huffed quietly.

“And others have already had their naps today,” Mirajane said, looking up from where Lisanna and Kinana played with each other.

Gray sighed, “Besides, they won’t just be playing while you guys are asleep,” he explained. “Juvia here will be having a snack and sitting with us. Isn’t that right, Raindrop?”

Juvia giggled, reaching for his hand.

“We’ll be setting up games for all of you to play together once you guys wake up,” Natsu explained, “And you don’t want to be too cranky to play later, do you?”

“No..” Sting sighed.

Jellal crossed his arms with a pout.

Lucy gently bounced Wendy in her arms. “Let’s get you all settled down, okay? We’ll wake you guys up when the hour is over.”

“Fine,” the Littles synchronized.

“Alright! I think everything looks pretty good,” Lucy said.

“I think so, too,” Erza said.

“We help!” Milliana exclaimed. Erza ruffled her hair affectionately, “You sure did!”

“Can we play the games now?” Kinana asked. Mirajane pulled her close, “Not yet. We need to wait for the others to wake up first.”

“Although, I don’t think that’s stopping some of them,” Kagura said.

“Oh no..” Gray murmured, watching anxiously as Juvia played with toys that loudly played some form of audio. First it was a dragon toy that had a voice box inside that would make it roar whenever you squeezed its chest, then a magic fairy wand that played music, a star necklace that lit up and played a jingle, and the list just keeps growing.

Gray honestly wondered if the Little was purposefully testing his patience given the fact that she only played with these toys after the others were still napping. She also never showed much interest in such toys before.

Not that he would lose his patience with his precious Raindrop, but he could feel the gazes of the others on his back, knowing they are slowly losing their patience with him.

He cleared his throat, grabbing Juvia’s attention. “Raindrop, maybe you should put those toys away,” he said, gently taking her current toy. “Besides, you’re supposed to be sitting with the Caregivers. I’ll let you have one quiet toy, but you have to stay with me.”

“Mmm..” Juvia murmured quietly, “Papa..”

Gray almost instantly knew what that meant. “Oh dear,” he chuckled lightly, “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

“I’ll go check on the others to make sure her playing didn’t wake up the others,” Erza said, before ducking into the back room.

Gray took Juvia into the designated changing room, then cooed at her and tickled her stomach once she was laid down onto her mat.

“We need to have a talk, sweetheart. You knew you weren’t allowed to play with any of those toys while the others were napping, right?”

Juvia sheepishly nodded.

“I’m not mad,” he quickly clarified as he started on getting her cleaned up, “But you are aware that those toys would have woken the others, right?”

“Juvi.. didn’t..” she admitted. “Juvi sorry..”

“Don’t worry about it, Raindrop. But those music toys are getting put away after this, and you’re going to have an early bedtime tonight.”

“Aww..”

He quickly changed her, getting her into a clean diaper, before taking her back out into the main room.

“Crisis averted,” Erza assured. “A couple of them were waking up, but I was able to get them to settle back down.”

“And Juvia here won’t be allowed near those noisemakers for the rest of today,” Gray assured the others.

“Thank goodness for that,” Gajeel huffed quietly. “Rogue is a pain to settle back down once he’s been woken up.”

“What Little isn’t?” Erza giggled.

“Alright, you’re sitting with me from now on, Raindrop," Gray booped Juvia's nose.

Juvia giggled.

#littletail #request #caregiver!gray #caregiver!erza #caregiver!richard #caregiver!natsu #caregiver!gajeel #caregiver!lucy #caregiver!jura #little!juvia #little!sting #little!rogue #little!levy #little!jellal #little!cobra #little!midnight #little!lyon #sfw agere

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beargyufairy · 1 month

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You wouldn't last an hour

In the asylum where they raised me

#you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me #ttpd #the tortured poets department #taylor swift tortured poets #fairy tail #ft erza #fairy tail erza #jellal x erza #erza scarlet #trauma #who’s afraid of little old me #you should be #she deserves the world

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yamishika · 6 months

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'Work In The Dark To Serve The Light.'

Crossover of Jellal Fernandes and Altaïr Ibn La 'Ahad.

Probably not expected, but I love how this has turned out and wanted to share!

Hope you guys like it too!

(PS. If the picture is coming off dark and you put the brightness up you'll be able to see the little background easter egg!)

#jellal fernandes #fairy tail jellal #ft jellal #commissioned art #coloured art #assassin's creed #assassin's creed crossover #jellal #my hcs of Jellal #Wanted to get something for myself as a treat for my birth month #and decided to combine two of my all time favourite characters in this commission.#Paying homage to both one of my favourite franchises #and also Jellal as I think he resonates with a lot of the core values of my favourite Assassin.#This is my HC of Jellal so he might look a bit different compared to the canon ver of him #In my hc his father was a tank so he took them tank genes too #Especially considering he's a near double of him feature wise #Also it goes with the fact assassin's are very strong and trained from young #So Jellal looks a little beefy cause of that too #Altaïr was chosen for many reasons #one being he's the grandmaster of all assassins #And I wanted to honour him with a character I love too #Another because Jellal has the spell Altairis which includes Altaïr's name #Also Altaïr’s values of truth justice and peace resonate with Jellal’s character I believe #Also they both have great leadership #Then there is the fact that Altaïr's an assassin from the Middle East/Arabia which is where I HC Jellal having part of his heritage from #Also there's the fact that my series I am doing for Jellal has elements inspired from AC too #I have to say again he REALLY suits Altaïr’s robes

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sun-stricken · 8 months

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FT Ice siblings Headcanons

ultear is back to normal in this bc i make the rules

None of them are touchy feely types, but man would they die for eachother

Gray and Ultear get ‘mistaken’ as siblings constantly, and Lyon is absolutely not jealous of it, he swears!

They are both pretty protective of Gray for obvs reasons (little brother and he was technically both their turning points)

even more so after his death to the dragons

also stemming from their guilt

the reasons dont matter, but they would give him the world if he asked

subtly tho

Lyon Vastia, also known as the ‘Resident Drama Queen’

but theyre all dramatic

Lyon is just naturally extra

Ultear is allergic to cats

it was devastating to find out

Lyon and Ultear grew close during the 7 years Fairy Tail was missing, it made them gravitate towards eachother

they mourned Gray together (even though neither could fully accept he was most likely dead), spoke about their guilt (Ultear told Lyon about what she did on Tenrou, and her involvement in Galuna) and got to know one another

When Lyon found out Fairy Tail was back he dropped everything and booked the next train to magnolia

He tried to get in contact with her on the way there, but communication was always tricky with her job

After Ultear was like, reinstated (or whatever the word is) she dragged them both to a bunch random events and restaurants and just a lot of places

Gray pulls the ‘poor sweet little brother’ and ‘and here I thought you were a good older [brother/sister]’ card on them at every denial they give him

it works every time

Gray lets Ultear, Jellal, and Meredy crash/hide at his place if they want, it allowed him to get to know them, and for them to have a safe haven

Gray told Erza after a couple months of this going on and she started suspiciously visiting Grays house more often

They have a groupchat, Gray’ll bother the fuck out of them in the middle of the night bc hes bored and his sleeping schedule is shit

or he’ll send incriminating and alarming photos/messages and drop off the face of the earth for awhile

Lyon pretends its annoying and says as much but it finds it comforting to wake up with texts every morning

although, 47 separate messages from one person about the chronicles of a stray cat is a little excessive

Ultear indulges him since Crime Sorciere does most of their traveling at night

Lyon and Gray have a running bet on if she sleeps

they have a standing bimonthly meeting, sometimes they’ll meet before that but it there is always a fixed plan just incase

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writing-and-rebloging · 3 months

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Macbeth, Jellal and parallels.

Quick preface, I'm taking the Anime add ons in the Oracion Seis arc and the Starry Sky filler as canon, because they give a lot more substance and treat the Seis nicely enough (and much better than the manga), respectively.

Acknowledgement

In a way. It's what all of this hinges upon. In a turn of events, Macbeth recognizes the darkness and cruelty simmering in Jellal's head, compares them to his own, and says that due to that, Jellal would fit perfectly in Oracion Seis. Morally corrupt, cruel and powerful... Jellal is just like them, isn't he? In the anime, the vibes of condescendingly saying "can't you see you're just like me? No matter how much you deny it. No matter how much you say you're disgusted by my actions, you're just as bad." are simply immaculate.

Past

While they share this with other characters, they were both enslaved children in the tower of Heaven. A past neither of them like to talk about. They were weak, helpless, and it fucked them up (Jellal was tortured to insanity, Macbeth has night terrors and several dealer's choice sleep issues thanks to the tower) majorly. Jellal barely talks about the tower in general unless it's to make a point of his atonement, and Macbeth only mentions it three time, two while throwing what he did to Jellal's face and one while lashing out at Erza for not going back to save anyone from her boyfriend's cruelty.

The fact that they couldn't do anything to defend themselves while other people kicked them around eats at them, and while we know they were kids, it's not something they consider in the equation at all. They're ashamed of it, unlike Erza or Milliana, and it leads to the second and third points.

Manipulation.

After being tortured for hours, "Zeref" (who was just Ultear. Who interestingly enough also gets tortured within an inch of her life by Brain, but that's for another post) reaches out to Jellal and gives him the power to take over the Tower of Heaven, while weeks or months later Brain "adopts" Macbeth and the other four members of Oracion Seis, and teaches them how to use a wide variety of magic.

They both end up on positions of power. Jellal as the ruler of the Tower of Heaven. Macbeth as the favorite son, with all that implies. And while they gain something (safety, for starters) out of it, they're also at someone else's mercy. Jellal is being manipulated by "Zeref" into completing the Tower to bring him back, while Macbeth is in turn groomed by Brain into being the perfect soldier to maintain the magic link keeping Zero at bay, and carry out his plans so that he can hide away.

Drunk on power.

They embody this more than any of the other Tower kids that became villains. They're given power, both raw in the form of incredible magical abilities and over other people (albeit in different ways). And they get drunk on it.

Jellal runs the tower like a tyrant, ordering and bullying people around. He threatens his friends, murders one of them, and even almost sacrifices Erza, who he held dear above anyone else.

Macbeth on the other hand, we can assume is encouraged to hurt people as much as he pleases, as long as he gets the job done. We see that when he tortures Eve, and when he says he wants to see Erza and Jellal in pain.

Both of them use that power to inflict pain, and that pain to soothe the wound of having been taken advantage of when they were vulnerable. It makes them feel safe, being above other people.

Magic

While this is anime only, as we never see him use it again, Macbeth ends up using the same dark magic as Brain, and, if we look at some spells that Jellal uses back in the tower... The resemblance is enough to assume it's the same kind of magic. And while not immensely relevant, it sure is fun that they would use the same magic, all things considered.

Extending a hand to each other in the worst way possible (while mocking Jellal's worst insecurity vs after beating the crap out of Macbeth) should also be listed, tbh. But this is long enough.

These similarities, however, would make them want to throw up if pointed out rather than bring them closer.

Anyways. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#I'm hyperfixating horribly. So I'll make it everyone else's problem #Tempted to do a little rant post of Macbeth and how he's self aware to his own detriment #Fairy tail #fairy tail midnight #Fairy tail Macbeth #jellal fernandes

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ffxivaltaholic · 28 days

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storm - for the single-word fic prompt!

"I didn't notice the rain at first, as they dragged me from whatever cell I had been kept in, but after walking a short bit, the fur of my ears dampened and my tunic started to feel cold and heavy. Even without the device covering my eyes, I could no see much as the pain radiated from the injury I had sustained in protecting her... It was a sacrifice, but one I was willing to make. I had always known my death could come at their hands, as had my parents back in Ala Mhigo. It was simply expected, for I had taken many of their soldiers as well over the years, having escaped the battlefield during the chaos of the Red Moon shattering. It was the moment years of conditioning had been broken and it set me on a path of revenge. Hunting those who I had once been enslaved by. Of course, that was never to end well. I knew that. Though... I did think my death would come in battle, not execution.

The rain started to fall heavier upon me, I could hear it against their armor as the imperials walked alongside, ensuring no route of escape. They took every precaution to guarantee I had no exit, nothing that could give me even the slightest advantage. We stopped and lightning crackled overhead, the rumbling thunder seeming to be directly above us. Perhaps Rhalgar himself looked upon me in my last moments. I am not a praying man, so I have no words for him, but the thought is somewhat comforting. A heavy hand on my shoulder pushes me to my knees and I scoff, they could not even afford me a proper execution, it's rather irritating...

The click of his gun, it was time and I braced myself, prepared for the soothing embrace of darkness. Thunder continued to rumble overhead, how fitting it is for this depressing scene I can't even see. I laugh, a quiet gruff sound, and I hear him scoff. 'You must be mad' he would mutter to me, and perhaps he was right, but what else was I to do? For a moment it was silence from them, and all I could hear was the rain falling around me, oddly peaceful as it drowned out the noise of machines humming. I am tired and it is the end...

Chaos. Within moments of concluding my fate the world around me erupted in violence, but in the heavy rain and without my sight I am unsure who is fighting and why. My arms are bound and my sense of direction distorted by the device placed over my eyes. There is panic and death, I can smell the blood now. It's like being back on the battlefield. A hand adorned in a metal gauntlet would grip my tunic and draw me to my feet, steadying myself before the figure had moved on and another took hold of my arms, working to remove the bindings. 'It's okay, we're here.' The words came with a familiar, gentle voice, and despite no change in the pouring rain, I started to pick out the voices. My friends.

How they had found me, I do not know, but in that moment my will to live dragged itself back from oblivion and with assistance I was freed from my bindings. Gentle hands touched my face and I knew her scent immediately. As the headpiece was removed I gazed out over the battle, recognizing more and more who had come to save me, of all people. I couldn't help simply standing there in awe. The fight ended quickly and they whisked me from the brink of death, not willing to wait for reinforcements to arrive. I felt so numb, as if everything around me was moving twice as fast and I was simply existing.

But I was alive. The storm raged on, and so to shall I."

~Memoirs of a Soldier

#Thank you for the prompt!#It got a little long but I felt creative #Jellal Asiha #he had a rough time for a while #but he's doing so well now!

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happilychee · 6 months

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ultear, meredy, and the sea

inspired by a convo with @thehylianidiot

♡ when lyon melted the iced shell around deliora, ur's body and consciousness flowed into the ocean.

♡ sometimes, when she's feeling lost, ultear goes to the beach and stands on the sand for hours. water laps at her ankles, and she feels an inexplicable draw to the tide. if she listens closely, she can just barely make out a woman's voice humming a long-lost lullaby.

♡ before their attack on tenrou island, ultear takes meredy to the beach. it's a quiet trip, and meredy doesn't understand the significance of this moment yet. it's when they're in the waters around tenrou, ultear's blood staining meredy as she hauls her mother onto the small boat, that she sees the figure: a lean, athletic woman with short, dark hair shimmering in the distance. maybe it's her sensory link magic, maybe it's the heightened emotions of the day, maybe it's a subconscious instinct, but meredy nods to the woman, pressing her hand to her heart. ultear coughs up seawater, and the figure disappears.

♡ ultear casts lost ages. she's alone, surrounded by the rubble of destroyed buildings, and there's no water in sight. but when the spell rushes through her, she swears she's in a river, the current threatening to drown her, and someone is trying to pull her out.

♡ meredy takes ultear to the seaside. crime sorcière is put on hold. ultear survived last ages, but it took her magic, and none of them know how to keep going.

♡ ultear walks along the beach. she walks and walks and walks until the sun starts setting. she turns, facing the horizon and opening her arms. the wind caresses her, soothes her pain, and she can almost feel her mother's touch.

♡ meredy starts talking to the water. ultear is a quiet companion, and jellal comes and goes like the tide. meredy talks about her parents, blurred faces she can't remember. she talks about grimoire heart and meeting ultear. she talks about them now, something fundamentally lost in her mother. she talks about ur, who she knows so little about. "I think she would've loved ultear." meredy whispers, and the water seems to dance.

♡ on a particularly bad night, full of nightmares and delirious cries, meredy runs into the ocean. her hands glow pink as she activates a sensory link. that familiar, unfamiliar figure appears. meredy feels a sense of relief, crashing into the tide. the young woman falls asleep in her grandmother's arms.

♡ it's later, much later, when ultear and meredy find themselves on the beach together. ultear feels better, more grounded. she talks more and laughs more and even teases meredy sometimes. they might move again, perhaps to be closer to gray or lyon. meredy likes the idea, as long as they stay by the sea. ultear doesn't argue, splashing her playfully.

♡ the boxes are packed and gone, carted off by lyon, gray, and the ever lively team natsu to hargeon. the cottage is empty, a layer of sand on the windowsill. jellal is waiting for them at the train station. ultear and meredy stand on the beach, water swirling around them. meredy clutches ultear's hand, activating her magic, and suddenly there's three of them. it's one of the only times she sees her mother cry.

♡ ultear brings a pretty glass bottle of seawater into their new apartment, placing it on a little table. it fits right in with the vase of blooming white flowers and the framed pictures of a younger meredy, gray and lyon arguing, jellal and ultear laughing.

♡ they've settled in well. hargeon is a beautiful port town, and ultear feels color creep back into her life.

♡ in the dead of night, when everyone is sleeping and only the sea marches on, ultear hears a faint voice telling stories to her daughter, and smiles.

#I'm so normal about them you don’t understand #old lady ultear does not exist in my mind. I am looking away. I do not see.#they’re family your honor #lychee writes #and cries a little bit #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #ultear milkovich #meredy #jellal fernandes

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pencilofawesomeness · 11 months

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Erza gripped the scepter hard enough to make her metal gloves creak. However, neither the hum of the magestone nor the act of using her strength to the fullest could placate her, and neither could it solve this matter.

“Jellal,” she said—slowly, carefully. Erza was positioned between him and the mirror, and she trusted her reflexes, but she still couldn’t help but to doubt her ability to stop him from escaping. Or, rather, from throwing his life away. “Let’s talk this through.”

Jellal chuckled dryly, without mirth. The bags under his eyes appeared darker in the light of the dorm courtyard. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both know that the Arcane Response Unit won’t be persuaded. I’m going.”

“The Headmage is speaking to them now. This is all just a misunderstanding. We’ll work this out.”

Erza absolutely hated not being able to do more. Her respect for the ARU and the role they played in this world absolutely did not diminish that this whole situation was bullshit and Jellal was being wrongly scapegoated. It was unjust and plain wrong. If Erza thought that marching up to the captain (a second time) and demanding this bogus investigation to be dropped would work, then she would have done it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, even she knew that this could not be solved with violence—or with caving in. They had to stand their ground and play this right, and that meant keeping her dorm here while the Headmage worked her wits and magic.

Surely, everyone else would see the reason she clearly saw—even when Jellal himself doubted it.

Jellal was only eight when he came to the Queendom of Roses. Only eight when they met. He was a shy and awkward child, and he refused to talk about where he came from. That was alright though, because even Erza knew that it was sad. That was why he had been sent to Grandpa Rob. Erza had just been thrilled for another fae child to join Rob’s home for orphans, because it had meant that there was at least one other kid she could play with without fearing their fragility.

He was her best friend, and he was a good man. Erza wouldn’t have made him her vice housewarden otherwise. Jellal helped people and he was kind and he was careful and conscious of those around him, and he sought peace and balance above all else. And people seriously thought Jellal, as a child no less, was somehow responsible for an attempt to overthrow the Kingdom of Heroes’ royal family. It was utterly absurd.

It was even more absurd that Jellal was willing to accept it.

“Erza, I have to go. I— I did do those things. I can’t continue to ignore it.”

He might have succeeded in making that declaration cold, but the crack in his voice belied his fear. Erza’s determination settled. She swore to protect the people of Heartslaybul, and to lead them down a victorious path. She would even protect them from themselves.

“I am the Queen here,” she declared, throat tight. “My word is law. And I say you stay.”

Jellal shifted into a ready position—to fight, to flee. The movement alone cut her to her core. “Erza, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not worth it.”

Her heart cracked. She wondered if the Queen of Hearts ever felt this pain, her desire to protect her people a visceral and painful thing. Maybe that was why she sometimes appeared so violent in history—because she, too, swore to protect her loved ones from anything.

The past few weeks she had had to watch Jellal suffer under this weight. She watched him try to convince her that he wasn’t who she knew he was. It hurt to even consider. It hurt worse that he thought so little of himself, and little of her for not believing that she would trust him.

Erza would not be easily swayed. Not even by him. She reached into her Inventory and she grabbed a long, weighty lance.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Jellal lunged. His magic mastery was always an impressive thing, and he could boost his very movement. However, her reflexes were not to be trifled with either—and, she had planned for this. She knew him well, after all.

“Now!” she shouted, and a flurry happened all at once.

Erza employed Jellal’s own trick, hastening herself to meet his path and bodily block him with her lance. Behind her, several magic barriers were erected around the mirror, and Erza quickly added her own, for good measure.

A vine wrapped around Jellal’s ankle, yanking him backwards and straight into Elfman’s bear-hold.

The plan quickly fell apart though. With a potent burst of magic, Jellal ripped himself out of the hold. He levitated Elfman with ease and tossed him straight into Droy.

“JELLAL!”

Mirajane appeared in a fury, floating above him. Erza spotted the flash of guilt across his features right as the junior batted him downward with ice magic.

“Stand down,” Erza ordered, a little desperate.

But Jellal had his own share of determination, evident in the sweat gleaming on his too-pale face. “Don’t fight me on this.”

“Too late, man.” Jet, the only one arguably faster than Jellal thanks to his Unique Magic, swept Jellal off his feet right as he tried to get up.

Mirajane met her eyes, and reluctantly, Erza nodded.

“Soulbinder,” Mirajane chanted, and in seconds her UM manifested around Jellal, the dark tendrils physically rooting him to the ground and eating at his magic. It was a violent restraint, but it worked. Erza knew that any less Jellal would fight through. Not that he wasn’t making an attempt now.

“Please,” she practically begged. “Don’t throw yourself away.”

Jellal tugged at the spell, a heaving breath making his exhaustion known. “You think I want to?” he whispered.

In the silence that followed, the soft admission might as well have been a shout.

“Do you think I want to go? To admit that any of that stuff happened? To— to accept the role I played?”

Erza swallowed. There was something dangerously shaky about his countenance. The strain in his voice was brittle, and her instincts whispered that something was about to snap. The air grew thick with that anticipation. “Jellal…”

“NO!” His shout was raw and hoarse, full of tears and anger and everything, that it startled Erza into silence.

“I never wanted this! But I can’t change what happened. No amount of hoping and pretending will ever change it!”

The atmosphere shook. An ugly sort of magic began to fill the air. Erza realized it too late, when Jellal’s tears mixed with his sweat and turned black.

“It will never change that I was her pawn!”

#fairy tail x twisted wonderland #crossover au #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #overblot #i lied to myself I wrote things #overblotters get little mini fics now they are special I guess #guys lemme tell you Jellal and Mystogan ran away with this story it is intense #i don't actually plan on writing more than random snippets but whoo boy #i would be tempted to do more #also designing phantoms is weird but fun #those manifestations of fear and expectations and being #this scenario definitely ends with a good cathartic breakdown from jellal #dude needs therapy #I'll find a better way to unload this backstory without spoiling my Greater Headcanons one day #until then ten guesses XD

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bluebird167 · 7 months

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nocentis · 6 days

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" everything is going to get worse from here . " / @ TEENY JELLAL

✧ ┆Not Accepting

". . . Worse?"

He's trapped in this dank crypt, surrounded by fester and rot, fed nothing but scrap, forced to work himself to bone. He's been stripped of his home, his family, everything he knew and everything he was, and all he had left was hope. Hope for a brighter day. Hope that he and his friends could someday escape this rotten place, these rotten bullies, and see the sun again — see the stars again.

Now, here was this oddball guard — one he'd thought was kinder than the rest — taunting him with promises of "worse", whatever that could possibly mean. He should've known better than to expect that earlier decency to last.

"Is that a threat?"

#v: ↫ ┆ X775 ┆◜ fold in time ◞#primed to KICK #young Jellal might just find Old Jellal's one weakness... those scrawny ankles...#little wet cat #I remembered halfway through that we talked about O!J disguising himself #so I figured this would be even funnier if it came before the reveal #if we even decided there WOULD be a reveal??#much to discuss #astraebled

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astraebled · 8 days

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[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears // from olexa to jellal

★ | * ⋆ - - - – INBOX ! * ﹡ ﹡ ✧ * ☇ ( @quiiscnt ! )

It's dark. It hurts. Purple clouds of starry sky wrap around him in a hug that feels suffocating ; velvety whispers in his ear, words meant to soothe him despite the CLAWED HAND gripping at his hair. Tendrils of RED have been trailing their way up his body for a while now, their passage uncomfortably stinging his skin along the way ; && it hurts, but it is NOTHING compared to what the firsts of them are doing to him NOW ― already up in his face, craddling his cheek and piercing his CORNEA.

( s t r e t c h i n g the gateway of his pupil, making its way into his HEAD ) ( settling inside a part of him he didn't even know had been empty )

HE SCREAMS IN PAIN ; [ the creature shushes him. ]

;

That's when he feels it ― a gentle, distant touch on his cheek ( light as a feather ). That never happened before, in the many times when he's had to relive this.

He feels the ghost of Zeref's hold loosen - his muscles sag, and he promptly blacks out.

His dreams remain void for the rest of the night, && he awakens with a strange feeling of peace deeply SETTLED into his b o n e s .

𝑵��𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 ✔ ― ACCEPTING

#quiiscnt #ooc. * ( WELL ! )#ooc. * ( jellal fernandes is already so damaged why not a little bit of eye problems to it )#tw: eye horror #tw: eye trauma #.* ⟢ —— ; . inbox #.* ⟢〈 ic 〉 —— ; . jellal #verse tbt.

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merxcurias · 1 month

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walks up to the stage taps my mic coughs a few times ahmemeehemhmmmmmm

me and the board (my sister) would like to declare that jellal fernandes is north african. we will be taking no further questions thank you

#* ft #i dont even like him but idc imma still headcanon for him #im a hater but i also reform all the characters i hate to make them a little less hateable #not so much redeem but like. just make their story n shit make sense and not whatever... canon was on #* yapanese #* my headcanons #* ft headcanons #jellal fernandes

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scrappedup · 2 months

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JELLAL 😍🤤

not the usual post but im rewatching this dumby dumb anime thats super not well known and literally has such a small fandom <3 its called fairy tail you should totally watch it

AND THIS MAN HAS THE SLUTTIEST WAIST !?!?!!?!??!?!?!?!?!!?