So, it's been a while and I said I'd post this a long time ago and never delivered. Never fear, I simply got busy and kinda forgot I had this account. I do hope to start getting back jnto fanfic writing in the next couple week, please bear with me!! This is a lot shorter than I wanted but half way through I wasn't sure what to do, also expect a some Naruto fics since I've been re-watching the series.
I'm sorry if it's OOC, I wanted to try something different, and Jellal's writing ended up being different, but I hope that's a good thing since this is supposed to be after his redemption and he has come accustomed to regular life.
I know that Mystogan and Erza from Edolas have a child from spoilers, and she's a reincarnation of Erza's grandmother, but for the sake of this fic we're just gonna ignore that. Non-canon kids will be added instead.
For context: The oldest son is Ceres who is 12 years old. He has blue hair that turns purple at the tips wit hair that is similar to his father's and has his Erza's eye colour. He's already going on missions with his mother.
Ariane is the youngest daughter, who is 4 years old. She has Erza's hair colour her bangs, but with Jellal's hair shape but shorter and puffier with Jellal’s eye colour.
A husband's duties
Househusband Jellal x Working Wife Erza
Jellal takes care of the kids for the day but ends up getting more then he bargained for or Jellal is down bad for Erza (she lowkey is too.)
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Jellal has been many things in his life from hero to villain to vigilante, but this might take the cake. His dear daughter Ariane or Appy, as he nicknamed her, is running amuck around the living room, the very one he just cleaned an hour ago. Toys littered across the floor, heaps of blankets and pillows in deformed forts, and worst of all the walls were covered in stickers of all things. Stickers! While not impossible to remove, last time he spent all night scraping them off before Erza got home. He couldn't help but groan at the thought. For as much as he loved his daughter, she could be a handful, even for him.
"Papa!" Ariane squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down and around in a disorienting manner with her hands outstreatched. Reaching down to her level, he threw her up and into his embrace, cradling her close.
"I see you've made quite the masterpiece of the walls," he hummed, rubbing her back absent-mindedly. Ariane flushd in response, turning away in embarrassment from being caught.
"It wasn't me! Ceres did it!" She insisted.
"Really?" He chuckled softly.
"Yeah papa, I saw him! I saw him!" Before she could say anymore, a voice rang out from behind.
"Hah? Don't bring me into your mess, Appy," the owner of the voice said, annoyed and grumpy. The duo turned around to see Ceres, who had clearly just woken up from a nap based on the state of his hair and disheveled clothes, walking towards them.
"Meanie!" She huffed.
"Brat," he fired back"
“Let’s not fight,” Jellal tried to soothe the pair. “I’ll go and make breakfast, so go and wash up," he suggested finally, ushering them away while he moved into the kitchen, humming a tune, as he began preparing an assortment of vegetables and meat for the stew alongside a basket of freshly made bread.
By the time Ariane and Ceres came back, settling on opposite sides of the table albeit still glaring daggers at each other, but settled nonetheless, he felt slightly better, other than the clutter around the house. In truth, they were usually good kids, only in the mornings were they impossible cranky for whatever reason. He honestly wondered where on earth they acquired the trait considering he and Erza were early birds. Perhaps someone at the guild rubbed off on them, though Ariane was too shy and oftentimes kept to herself or stood beside him, so he doubted that unless Ceres picked up the habit. The mere thought of it all made him weary. At the very least with breakfast served, the tension in the air had faded into a warm lull, the soft chatter, the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through, the calm of the morning was bliss.
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After breakfast had passed, Jellal found himself with an array of supplies; a scraper, broom, brushes, a cleaning solution, a trash bag, a whole arsenal of what was going to be the rest of the day. The kids, thankfully, were out of the house, gone to play with the other children, in the guild hall not far from where the house resided.
The repetitive motions of back and forth was calming, helping to ease his earlier exhaustion, as he scrubbed the walls of the stickey residue along with the shire of stickers that littered it.
"Whew... onto the toys," he mumbled absentmindedly, while brushing off the droplets of water off his apron, tiny beads that soaked into the fabric.
Task after task, he meticulously checked over the house, scrutinizing every detail until not even a speck of dust could be found, and the house looked as if not a soul lived there, save for the furniture and portraits.
All was calm, for once in the house, a barren, hollowness that consumed the space itself. Except for the short burst of giggles currently at the door, where he was finishing up the last of the dishes, along with the stomping of feet as the pair rushed inside.
"Now, both of you, c'mon that's enough rough housing it's time for bed." A collective 'awe' came from them. "Let's go, complaining isn't going to change much."
"But Papa, I'm not tired!!!" Ariane protested indignantly.
"Hmm, is that so?" He mused, fighting back an obvious quip that threatened to roll out considering the eye bags under the child's eyes. In a quick, swift movement, he had Ariane in his arms with Ceres in tow, who had already crashed back into his dwellings, seemingly too exhausted, but not without a soft "goodnight."
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"Hah... Finally." He heaved a sigh of relief, shoulders slumping down as he walked into the master bedroom. Stripping down, and changing for night until hands wrapped around him, encasing him in a warmth like none other.
"She's a terrible liar like a certain someone I know," Erza's voice whispered sweetly into his ear.
Despite her teasing, he had no qualms sinply basking in her prescene after the hectic day he had endured. Twisting around, he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling all of her being. "Erza..."
"Jellal... I'm home."
