#jellal

Honestly I’ve ruminated over this more than I expected to over the past few weeks, and I’ve tried to stay neutral, but I keep arriving at the same conclusion—

I don’t know why, but now every time I actually try to think on Crime Sorcière and Jellal’s involvement, I seriously am not happy with the ambiguity of the narrative’s stance on what he did and did not do at the Tower.

Because everything that follows after just feels outright overkill if he personally had no hand in any of it and was truly just a ‘vessel’.

Because you’re telling me the child who got mind-broken and manipulated at his lowest point; who then lost the entirety of his youth being a vessel and pawn for someone else’s obsession; who was then left for dead after he became redundant; who was then arrested on sight when found with amnesia for crimes he did not know but then is revealed it wasn’t him; and then is taken away to never be seen again—is then broken out by one of the direct perpetrators of his ruin and basically it’s like, “Let’s atone and hunt down Zeref.”

…”Let’s”?

….

I’m sorry, I need to pause.

Zeref—the one he hated at his most vulnerable and raw moment in his life?

Zeref—the one whose name his life was ruined over?

Zeref—the one in whose name he was abused?

Zeref—the one he has years and years of trauma tied to because he was supposedly acting in his name—but never actually was?

That Zeref?

God, I hate being so pointed, but I feel like this is the only way I can get across my concern about him.

Because I just can’t stop questioning now:

Why should he need to atone or be made responsible for this journey as if it was always his personal choice?

This is what I mean by the story not being clear about where he stands. Because if he truly was the all ‘sinless’ sinner that the narrative tries to push every now and then—then him carrying the burden of his perpetrator’s redemption is absurdly unbalanced.

Sure, Ultear wants to repent and she feels guilt, but if Jellal truly had no hand at all in what happened in the Tower or the madness he succumbed to, why is he then being a vehicle for her guilt?

Why is the victim being used as part of the mechanism of the perpetrator’s redemption?

It’s another chain on him, another misplaced weight he has to shoulder alone. Because sure, she gets fulfilment, but what the hell is his role in this if he truly had no blame?

Charity?

I’m sorry, I just can’t anymore.

In order for Crime Sorcière to make sense and Jellal’s involvement to make sense, he has to be accountable to a sufficient degree alongside those he’s with, because otherwise he’s not just misplaced—he’s the most mistreated person in the entire group and no one seems to challenge that.

Because I’m sure no other character would be willing to go through persecution or humiliation or have a literal death sentence hanging over their head just for the sake of keeping peace or trying to forgive and understand the other side.

Nor should they either.

Controversial, but I don’t like how Jellal’s humility and altruism are praised more than they are seen as erosive to himself. It’s kind, it’s forgiving—but to what extent can it be maintained, and what effect does it have on him?

So he’s meant to throw his life away because of the consequences of other people’s emotions?

And then on top of that be made to feel responsible for it?

No.

No.

That’s grossly unfair, and if that is the case then the narrative never stopped being cruel to him, it only stopped highlighting the imbalance.

Crime Sorcière is beautiful in theory, but if each person involved does not hold similar weight, then something so transformative—becomes void.

Because what the hell is being atoned for or redeemed if not truly by yourself?

If Jellal was truly just a victim and vessel, then Crime Sorcière ceases to be a redemption story and becomes a story of a victim continuing to pay for other people’s sins.

Redemption is a personal change. It’s a reckoning. Something that can only happen when in the wrong.

And I know I circle this point a lot, but truly Jellal has to be accountable for the Tower of Heaven to make sense. Not just as a vessel. Not for the story to push it onto someone else’s doing.

It has to be him.

His thoughts.

His drive.

His ambition.

His downfall.

Not just a passenger in someone else’s.

Otherwise it doesn’t make sense, and I just can’t see it otherwise.

It also makes Ultear’s proximity to Jellal incredibly uncomfortable for me. Sure, she means well, but she genuinely has no right to try and make amends through him at his cost.

Though he was broken out of prison, that was yet another decision made outside of his autonomy, another path he was pulled onto that would weigh on him most despite not being his choice.

Because whilst Ultear was a co-conspirator, who is it the Council seemed to remember most as a criminal?

Who was the face of betrayal?

Who immediately invoked disdain?

It’s not her.

It’s him.

And who would the prison break weigh on most?

She assisted, but it’s him they want.

Him the outrage is towards.

And sure she feels guilty for all she has done—

But guilt does not absolve consequence.

And such consequence feels beyond measure to pay for a man who literally lost everything.

At the hands of many abusers; she was one of them.

Troubled, yes.

But it’s abuse no matter how you see it.

Abuse and exploitation.

The name is severe, but so is what she done to him.

And it’s not the kind that could simply be forgotten or worked through. Rather, it has become so entangled in his being that it’s now his meaning of life.

I don’t know.

It just feels too heavy to process if he truly is just a victim, and yet this man who is so intent on justice ends up committing the biggest injustice to himself.

That’s why I just can’t stay neutral on the matter anymore.

I really have tried.

But the discrepancy is glaring.

The loss is exponentially worse on one side than the others, and I can’t look away from that.

I know I’ve said a lot, but I guess what I am trying to say is:

The story wants both “Jellal was responsible but not really” and “Jellal must seek redemption,” when those ideas are not just contradictory—they are irreconcilable.

And for a story that puts so much responsibility on his atonement, it’s absurd that it doesn’t even seem sure of his place in it before demanding it from him.

I know I’m passionate about this, but truly just please try and put any other character in this frame and see how uncomfortable it is.

It’s not that I solely care whether he was responsible or not. It’s that if he wasn’t, then the suffering, punishment, and redemption narrative surrounding him become profoundly unfair.

I just can’t understand why this level of injustice and misery seems reserved for him alone.

And if it’s all for the sake of making the story work, then why is he the only one not allowed to be a character?

Or is that all he’s meant to be?

A sponge for the misery the narrative has no place for, but still needs somewhere to land?

That’s why I can’t wholeheartedly praise him for this ‘nobility’ when it comes at the price of his detriment.

And this is why I can’t be okay with the narrative being ambiguous about his actions. To make sense of all the cruelty that follows in his life, he had to have been cruel himself at some point.

Otherwise it just doesn’t work.

It just doesn’t.

Sorry for the spiral.

It’s just been bothering me quite a bit.

The story mainly follows Jellal, Ultear and Meredy, and explores how the guild was truly created, how they lived during that period, their relationships, missions, regrets, and everything happening behind the scenes while Fairy Tail was gone.

I’m trying to make the story feel as faithful and realistic to the manga as possible, while expanding the parts we never got to fully see!

So I'm calling on the fans of Jellal/Crime Sorcière to help me in the comments! I’d really love to hear your thoughts, headcanons, theories, or ideas that could fit the project. Even small details or character interactions help a lot!

Thank you 💫

…And he asked with the innocence of a child and the grief of a man: “If the world runs on balance…” “..Then do you think some people exist just to feel pain?”

Inspired by a friend's HC they had told me recently about. Thank you greatly to them for the inspiration.

It was the eve of the day that was in arrival.

The day that had been counting down on all of their calendars. 

The execution of Jellal Fernandes.

Yet surprisingly—despite all the lead up—it was quieter than he had imagined. 

As if everything had already been accepted.

And the world was just going on in motion.

He walked briskly; chest feeling heavy, whilst breathing tight as he went down the long corridors of Era; taking himself somewhere he never really had to go. 

Because there was never any reason to reckon with what happened beneath all these floors—

beneath the stand of authority, where rot was contained: where the scum that terrorised Earthland was kept punished and remained severed.

It was where justice finally took its due.

And balance was struck. 

There was no need for intercession nor interruption.

Cruelty to resolve those of the past.

And he was no exemption.

But then why…

…Did he still find his feet leading him past the structure—the veil—

..Doing what he would have never done before?

jellal x reader

oneshot (smut + some fluff)

3k wc

sum - work has slightly pulled you away from your boyfriend! you weren't planning on catching his attention this way... but you find comfort and intimacy in the stolen moment together.

cw - established relationship, angst if you squint, comfort, teasing, semi-exhibitionism, m receiving oral, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie

you are currently on your way to see your boyfriend, jellal, after a long day of your own work.

being with jellal was the best part of your life—the way he fits right beside you, the way he loves you with a quiet intensity, the way looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him from drifting away entirely...

but being with him came with its own trials. his past felt like a shadow that followed him into every room, manifesting as the endless work for crime sorcière. his life was a constant cycle of working. working towards helping others, atonement, dedicating to the mission of making everything right. and while you were proud of him and all his goals…

it meant that his time was rarely ever his own. and that meant your time with him always revolved around work.

you push the door open to your room at the abandoned inn crime sorcière settled in for the week. as a independent mobile guild—this was really the best you could do.

you didn't care. you just wanted to see him.

jellal is there, hunched over a desk, his face framed by the flickering light of a communication lacrima. immediately, you know he was probably talking to someone for information.

“the councils’ movement in the east is a distraction,” he says, voice low, eyes flickering to you, just for a second, “we can’t afford to lose the trail now…”

you lingered by the door, and you could see his hand twitch on the desk. he knows you’re there, but he continues to talk to whoever this person was. you don’t say a word. you don’t want to be the reason why a lead gets dropped... still you can’t help but huff.

not even a hi or gesture or... anything?

after a few moments, you walk up to where he was sitting. he looks up at you with a small smile before going back to the lacrima, “the council won’t protect you when they decide you’re no longer useful. i’m the only one giving you an out.”

you’re standing behind him now. you can see the way his shoulders are locked tight. your face softens up. there’s that stress that he refuses to voice. you wonder why he can’t think of taking a break. at least a quick one, while his girlfriend is here at that…

you don’t speak, but you reach out, your fingers finding the messy strands of his blue hair at the base of his neck, lightly brushing. you feel a small jump go through him. he doesn’t pull away but his breath hitches. your other hand finds its way to his shoulder, lightly rubbing.

you knew the lacrima wouldn’t catch you.

your touch becomes bolder, fingers sliding through his hair, drifting down the line of his neck, then lower. until you were unclasping the top of his blue coat.

his eyes narrowed. not angry, but warning, that quiet don’t start look he gave when he was trying to stay disciplined.

you ignored it.

you brush your lips against his jaw. your fingers slip beneath the fabric of his coat. your breath warms his neck, kissing the skin there, then trailing down. you eventually crawl down beneath the desk, pushing his knees apart.

jellal froze.

you felt the shift. the way his breath stuttered. the way his hand tightened around the edge of the desk. the way his voice, steady a moment ago, suddenly wavered.

“as i was saying,” he continued, tone now strained, “the council’s movements...”

you place your hands on his thighs, dragging your fingertips up his leg teasingly. and finally, you reach up to the waistband of his pants, slipping your hand beneath the fabric, whipping his fat cock out. the sight makes you drool.

you can't remember the last time you held his heavy cock in your hands. it's been too long—way too long. screw work, you missed him so much!

jellal's breath stutters at the sight of you staring at his cock like it's some treasure, his hand reaching to run his fingers through your hair.

the informant kept talking, oblivious. “i tracked their scouts through the eastern corridor. they’ve doubled their patrols since last week, which suggests they’re anticipating interference...”

jellal’s grip tightens in your hair the moment the voice crackles through the lacrima. you let out a soft, involuntary sound, and he immediately tries to shush you.

“don’t,” he whispers sharply under his breath, barely moving his lips. “not right now.”

that didn't stop you though. especially when his cock was twitching in your hands, tip red and incredibly hard. your started by jerking him off slowly. you took your time, fingers running against his veins with intent, mapping every reaction and shaky inhale. then, you lean in to lick a long stripe from the base to the tip.

jellal's knee jerks from under the desk. somehow, he keeps his face completely still. enough so that the informant wouldn't bat an eye.

“if that’s accurate, we’ll need to reposition before they move.”

jellal inhales sharply, then forces his voice steady. “what kind of shift?”

“earlier than expected,” the informant replies. “by at least two hours. maybe more...”

meanwhile, you're opening your mouth wide, wrapping your lips around his flushed tip, swirling your tongue like you can't get enough. you bob your head, looking up at him to catch every reaction. the taste of him was intoxicating, your own body aching with need.

and you're fucking messy. giving him the sloppiest head of his life, coating him in your spit, spitting bubbles onto his cock, the wet noises of you sucking his wet dick filling the room...

jellal’s fingers tighten in your hair, “that’s… significant,” he manages. he tries to keep you still, at least enough so the lacrima won't catch the noise. he could only hope that it doesn't.

but you just kept going. letting him fill your throat, moaning against his cock, looking up at him as if you were innocent... it was mind breaking. he just stared down at you, mouth slightly agape with shaky breaths escaping.

“if they’re staging something, it's going to start in—”

“that's enough.” jellal voice breaks.

the informant pauses, “...sorry?”

jellal's eyes barely flicker to the lacrima, like he just remembered it was there. he lifts his hand to send a flicker of his magic towards it, shattering the lacrima, light dying instantly.

you just hum, pulling off his cock with a pop!

“gonna pay attention to me now?” you mumble, gently slapping his cock against your lips.

he’s breathing hard, restraint hanging by a thread, “you have no idea what you just started,” he murmurs, voice low.

you look up at him, breath uneven, lips wet, eyes blown wide with heat. you’re not backing down—not even close. your hands wrap around his length, almost tauntingly.

“you really don’t know when to stop, do you?” he growls, leaning over you, his grip tightening in your hair as he pushes you down onto his cock.

you moan, happily taking him back into your mouth. you were more intentional this time—cheeks hollowing around him, hands teasing his balls, moving your head slower.

jellal swallows a lump in his throat, eyes half lidded as he watches you go at it again. you were a fucking minx, doing all this when he was trying to gather important information. he can’t be mad at you though... not when you were making him feel so good. he missed the sight of your pretty lips wrapped around him.

“hah... doing s’good. c’mon, finish what you started.” he mumbles, groaning when you hum around him, fingers running through your hair again.

it wasn’t long before his voice shuddered, letting out a deep groan as he finishes inside your mouth. it’s a lot, coating your tongue freely. and you swallow every bit instantly, pull off with a exaggerated pop!, opening your mouth to show him you wasted nothing.

he groans, fingers wiping the corner of your lip, “you’re... insane.”

you just shrug, a small smile at your lips, “i said i miss you.”

he breathlessly chuckles, “i miss you too... but you didn’t have to do that.”

you raise a brow. “you sure? looked pretty happy about it...” you tease.

“that’s not the point,” he mutters, but the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile. “i was in the middle of something important.”

“mmh. and now you’re not.”

he gives you a look—that quiet, fond look he only ever gives you—then his hands slide to your waist, steady and warm.

“come here,” he says, voice low but soft.

before you can react, he pulls you up and into his lap, guiding you easily, like it’s second nature. you settle against him, your knees bracketing his hips, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“you could’ve just said hi,” you murmur.

“i was going to,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “eventually.”

“eventually?” you repeat, unimpressed.

he huffs a quiet laugh, his forehead brushing yours. “should’ve said it sooner.”

“that’s better.” you say, and he shakes his head, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth. his thumb drags along your hip, slow and absentminded, like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.

“you’re staring,” you say quietly.

“you’re close,” he replies, just as quietly.

“whose fault is that?”

he huffs a soft laugh, “mine, apparently.”

you tilt your head, “apparently?”

“don’t push it,” he murmurs, leaning in.

the first kiss is light. just a soft press of lips, like he’s testing the moment. the kind of kiss that feels like a question he’s too tired to ask out loud.

the second is the same. gentle and brief. but there’s more behind it this time. a little more pressure.

but the third lingers. his hand slides up your back, fingers curling at the base of your neck as he pulls you in a little more, deeper, like he’s been missing the feel of you and finally lets himself admit it.

your breath catches, and he feels it—you know he does—because his grip tightens just slightly, guiding you closer until your chest brushes his.

“it’s been a while...” you whisper against his mouth.

“i noticed,” he murmurs, kissing you again. slower this time, but firmer, like he’s relearning the shape of you.

your fingers curl into his shirt, and he exhales, the sound low and warm. your lips chase each other every time they part. then, he shifted the angle, deepening the kiss. his tongue mapped your mouth, making your head spin.

“let me make it up to you,” he whispers into the kiss, trailing down to your neck.

“jellal...” you whine, tilting your head so he had more access. he smiles against your skin, leaving a wet kiss against it.

“i really did miss you,” he whispers again, hands moving up to remove your cloak. his fingers brush your shoulders as he eases the fabric down, and the moment it slips free, he pulls you back in, his mouth finding yours with a need he’s been holding onto for far too long.

“i missed you too—” you’re cut off when he suddenly tugs your top off, and you sigh when you feel the air hit your skin. you’re about to speak again, but he unclasps your pretty lace bra—which he totally thinks you wore on purpose today—and starts fondling your breasts.

“jellal...” you whine again, watching as he played with your nipples. his fingers circled against them, lightly squeezing.

“how was your day?” he randomly asks, leaning in to latch onto one of your nipples, wet tongue sliding over your areola.

“hah.. it was—good.”

“details, honey,” he mumbles, smiling when you arch into his touch.

“don’t do that…” you breathe out, another shaky sound slipping free, “i was—” you try to steady yourself, pulling your thoughts back into place,“i was out verifying that dark magic report today...” you say, voice uneven, “the one ultear made—ah...—some old warehouse outside magnolia was giving off residual energy, so I had to run a full—... full sweep.”

“yeah?” he hums, pulling off your tit with a small pop. “and you came straight here...” he softly chuckles, hands sliding down to your hip, toying with the waistband of your skirt.

“course i did—i said—”

“i know i know. you missed me, my pretty girl.”

you softly huff, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “you’re teasing me.”

he laughs, really laughs, “now you’re getting shy? after sucking my dick right in front of someone. didn’t know you were so dirty.”

“it was not like that!” you shriek. heat shot up your neck so quickly it almost made you dizzy. you didn’t realize how bad it sounded out loud. it was different... it’s not like the guy saw you. you just... acted! you were about to argue again, but a moan slips out of you instead.

jellal’s hand slipped below your skirt from the back without you realizing, fingers sinking into your wet, neglected pussy without warning.

“hahn!” you whine, back arching due to the pleasure.

“what was that?” he teases, fingers pumping in and out of you, slowly at first.

“you’re annoying...” you grumble. yet, you couldn’t help but wiggle your hips a little, seeking more pleasure.

“yeah, baby?” he hums, holding you against him, fingers speeding up. “you’re dripping... missed me that much? you’re so wet...”

“hahn..! yes!” you whine into his neck, basically humping onto his fingers. “missed you so much...”

“don’t hide now—talk to me, pretty.”

you huff, pulling away from his neck reluctantly. he scans your pretty little face, tears at your eyes from pleasure, a pink tint on your cheeks, lips glossed as you drooled...

you blink, whining, mouth slightly agape as he thrusts his fingers, repeatedly hitting your g-spot with his long fingers. “missed you—” you babble, leaning in for a kiss. a messy kiss, tongues pressing against each other. you’re barely even kissing him, and it makes him laugh. he thinks you’re so cute, all fucked out from his fingers already.

“dirty girl,” he mumbles, pressing one last kiss against your lips. “gonna cum? clenching so hard... i’ve got you.”

“yeah—yes..! hahn...” you moan, biting your lip, fingers speeding up inside of you. you throw your head back as you reach your climax, pussy creaming over his digits.

he hums as you cum, pulling out just to tease your clit, extending your orgasm. he pulls his hand out of your skirt, now settling at your waist, squeezing gently. you just whine, your hands squeezing his shoulders, attempting to anchor yourself.

“are you okay?” he mumbles.

you nod, panting a lil, bottom lip jutting out a bit. “jellalll...”  you whine, sinking against him, “want you—want you inside of me.”

his breath hitches, shit. he blinks at you, then stands up, hands picking you up from your ass, and your legs wrap around his hips loosely. he sets you down on the shitty bed, shoving his top off before hovering over you.

“dirty girl,” he repeats, cupping your face, tracing your wet lips. you look up at him, sucking on the tip of his thumb for a moment, and he curses from under his breath. he pulls back, just to tug off your remaining clothes.

you lay bare on the bed now, and he takes you in. absolutely gorgeous. after a few seconds, he hovers over you again, wrapping your legs around him.

“so pretty, angel.” he whispers, a soft look on his face.

your arms wrap around his neck, “what’re you thinking?”

he hums, looking over you again, like you a sight he hasn’t seen in years. he caresses your thigh, one hand tracing towards you pussy, rubbing your folds lightly. the abrupt touch makes you gasp.

“’m sorry for not paying attention to you.” he murmurs, eyeing your glistening pussy, “i got caught up in work. i left you waiting,” he sighs. “you deserve more...”

you shake your head immediately, heat rising in your chest. “jellal, no— it’s not like that. I know what you’re dealing with. i’m not actually upset.”

he doesn’t budge.

“that doesn’t matter,” he murmurs, voice low but firm. “you needed me. and I wasn’t there.”

you try again, softer this time. “I’m telling you, it’s okay. i love you. i’m not keeping score.”

he meets your eyes, something stubborn and devoted tightening in his expression. “i said i was going to make it up to you,” he replies, leaving no room for argument. “and i meant it.”

he tugs his pants enough just to free his cock again, insanely hard with the tip smeared of precum. he guides his cock against your folds, replacing the fingers that were rubbing against you.

“you’re so wet,” he hisses, slowly entering your pussy. “i love you too. missed you so much—missed this pussy. does she miss me too?” he continues with a small groan.

you shudder at the delicious stretch when he enters, your heart speeding up at his words. your hands dig into his hair, moaning when he starts to thrust.

“hahh... jellal..!”

his hips set a lazy pace at first. slow, like he’s taking in every detail of your gummy walls. his hands are on your waist, guiding you, watching your pussy take every inch. he mentally curses himself for neglecting you, neglecting your sweet pussy...

he picks up the pace, hips snapping into you greedily. short, desperate thrusts that punch the air out of your lungs, “hah—shit, s’good. so tight—” he grunts, “you feel good, baby? yeah? missed my cock?”

your fingers grip onto his blue locks, whining, “hahh... yes! yes—soo good.. ahhn! missed it so so much!”

“yeah? missed me so much? shit..” he groans. your tight pussy clenching around him, voice all slutty and high pitched. you were so hot, he had no idea how he went this long without you.

you nod, pulling him closer, “angh! hah.. jellalll.. ‘m gonna cum!”

“unh.. me too. haah—let’s cum together, yeah?”

the room echoes with the sounds of your hips snapping together, mixed with moans and the sound of your squelching pussy. it was filthy. he holds you close when you both finally cum together, making sure the other rides their orgasm out.