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I WANT MORE FOUND FAMILY STUFF PLEASE SINCE I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Ahhhhh, mom, I’m sorry it took so long!!! I hope you enjoy this little bit with babyyyyyy. I know it’s short, but I had to write this little scene! The next one will have to be longer, ofc!!!

I hope you don’t mind I used a little OC I came up with a while ago for Jerza’s son.

Love ya!

Jerza, Found Family: Keon

        “It’s alright,” Jellal said, gently resting his hand on Wendy’s shoulder. She paused before the doorway, expression unreadable.

        “What if… he doesn’t like me?”

        Jellal shook his head, “That’s impossible. You’re wonderful, and you’re going to be an amazing big sister. He’ll love you.”

        She glanced up at Jellal with wide eyes. “Okay. I want to meet him.”

        “Of course you do,” Jellal nodded. He grabbed hold of the door handle and gently swung open his bedroom door. Wendy stepped in slowly, Jellal following behind her closely. Erza was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, arms wrapped around a little bundle her eyes focused on their son—the little boy she had brought into the world not long before. She looked exhausted, but so beautiful. Jellal knew Erza was strong, knew Erza was brave… but never in his life had he been this proud of her.

        Jellal moved around Wendy to sit next to his wife, pressing a kiss to her temple, and glancing down at their son. He was fast asleep, little mouth hanging open. Jellal pressed a soft kiss to his head—against a soft tuft of purple hair. Then he turned to glance up at Wendy, and gestured for her to join them.

        The young girl hesitated before sitting down on the edge of the bed, peering over at her baby brother with wide eyes. “He’s… so little…” she whispered.

        “Your baby brother,” Erza said, her voice hoarse, she smiled, “Do you want to hold him?”

        “M-me?!” Wendy gasped. “I… I don’t know…”

        “Here,” Jellal gently adjusted her arms, “You’ll do great and we’re right here. He’s your baby brother after all… you should at least say hello, right?”

        “Right…” Wendy paused a look of determination crossing her face. “Alright, I’m ready!”

        Erza sat up, the baby stirred but didn’t wake as his mother gently passed him into Wendy’s arms. The young dragon slayer’s eyes widened, she glanced up at Jellal in awe. “He’s so light!” She beamed down at the baby boy, “He’s so little!!!” She was absolutely entranced, her eyes filled with excitement. All worry was gone. The baby stirred, little hands flailing, his mouth opening in a tiny yawn—his nose scrunching, his eyes shut tight. Wendy let out a laugh, “He’s so cute!”

        “You might not always think so,” Jellal warned, but he couldn’t shake the smile off his own face. Wendy glanced up, offended.

        “Of course, I will! He’s my baby brother!” She looked back down at the little bundle in her arms. “I’m going to teach you all sorts of great things, Keon. Cool magic… all about the guild… maybe I’ll share all of my good secrets,” she smirked, “Like where mom and dad think they ‘hide’ the cookies.” She looked back up at Jellal with a grin and then blinked in surprise, “Oh… mom fell asleep.”

        Jellal turned a little to glance at his wife—to see her fast asleep against the pillows. Her mouth was slightly open, her hair disheveled, but she was so beautiful. “We should let her sleep,” Jellal murmured, “She’s been through a lot.”

        “Right!” Wendy nodded.

        “Why don’t you go make some tea, I’ll make sure she’s comfortable, and we’ll sit with Keon out in the living room?” Jellal smiled. The dragon slayer nodded again as Jellal gently lifted Keon into his arms. Wendy skipped back out into the hall, and Jellal turned to his wife.

        “You’re so brave,” he murmured, leaning forward to a press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Erza.”

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Gruvia&Nalu Oneshot: Just like their Parents

This was requested by @sakurahilda​ --who asked for #100 and requested some of the guild watching Gray and Juvia’s kid while they’re away on a mission, and realizing how much their kid is like Gray and Juvia! I hope you don’t mind, friend, I used some 2nd Gen OCs I came up with when writing my 30-day challenge for all my favorite FT couples. This fic includes Nalu’s, Gruvia’s, and Jerza’s kids!

I hope you like it!

Gruvia: Just like their Parents

          “Okay!” Juvia leaned over, pulling Neve into her arms. “You’re going to have a good time with Lucy and Natsu!”

          “Yeah!” Neve beamed. Lucy leaned back against the wall outside the guild, watching the parents say goodbye to their daughter. She knew Gray was really hesitant to leave her with anyone. Neve was only 4, but Juvia had been ready to take on another job again. How many times had Lucy assured her friends that Neve would be perfectly safe with her and Natsu! And, of course, Neve could play with Igneel and Layla—Lucy and Natsu’s twins.

          “You be good!” Gray huffed, but Lucy could see how much he was going to miss his daughter.

          “Neve will, daddy!” Neve laughed, throwing her little arms around her father’s shoulders. Gray wrapped her in a tight hug.

          “We’ll be back in a couple days.”      

          Neve waved goodbye to her parents as they set off, and then turned towards Lucy. “Can Neve go play with Ingeel and Layla?”

          “Sure!” Lucy nodded. “They’re playing in the back.” Lucy took Neve’s hand and lead her back to where her own children were playing behind the guildhall, in a little courtyard. At the edge of the little outdoor area Natsu, Jellal, and Erza were sitting watching the kids play—Erza and Natsu in chairs, and Jellal in the grass, at his wife’s feet. Lucy and Natsu’s twins, Layla and Igneel, were building a small castleout of little stones. Keon, Erza and Jellal’s son, was watching quietly. His disposition was so much like his father’s, Lucy knew. She wondered if he was trying to decide whether or not he would like to join Layla and Igneel. Neve, who was clutching Lucy’s hand, was instantly drawn to the purple-haired little boy. She dropped Lucy’s hand in a second.

          “Keon!” She gasped, dashing towards the shy boy. Keon looked up, bewildered, just before the four-year-old threw her arms around him tightly. He groaned.

          “Neve! Let goooo…”

          Lucy joined her friends at the edge of the courtyard, Natsu jumped up, offering her his chair and plopped down on the ground next to Jellal.

          “She’s so much like her mom,” Lucy said, watching Neve giggle, still holding onto Keon tightly.

          “Very much so,” Erza laughed, “Whoever she settles on—between Keon and Igneel—is going to suffer.”

          “Igneel?” Natsu snorted, “Neve hates Igneel.”

          “What?” Jellal frowned, eyeing the dark blue haired little girl. Lucy agreed—Neve didn’t look like she was capable of hating anyone, but she never got along with the oldest of Natsu and Lucy’s twins. It took Lucy back to the days when Natsu and Gray used to be unable to spend a second in the other’s company without beating each other up. In that respect then, Lucy supposed Neve was like her father.

          “Hey! Keon!” Igneel grinned, “You wanna build with us?” Igneel was 5—one year older than Neve and two years older than Keon. He gestured to the rock wall they had created already. Lucy groaned. Her son’s hair was a mess. No matter how much she tried to fix the spikey orange mess, it always seemed to get worse. She blamed Natsu.

          “No!” Neve gasped, “It’s just like you, Igneel, to try and steal Keon away from Neve!”

          “Geez, I’m not stealing him, Neve. I’m just wondering if he wants to play.”

          “You’d say that, wouldn’t you?” Neve growled, “You’re a big dummy!”

          “I could burn you up, just like my dad!”

          “Neve could freeze you ‘till you’re dead, just like Neve’s daddy!”

          “Should we stop them?” Lucy frowned. She could almost see the images of their fathers in them. With Natsu’s green eyes in Igneel, Gray’s determined expression on Neve’s chubby face. Natsu stood, stretched, and sighed.

          “Alright, alright. Enough.” He grabbed the back of Igneel’s jacket, pulling him gently away from the Fullbuster girl.

          “Dad!” Igneel shouted, “She’s being mean!”

          “You’re both being mean,” Natsu retorted. “Why can’t you two just get along?”

          Neve crossed her arms and looked away with a huff. Lucy hid her laugh behind her hand. For a four-year-old, Neve knew how to hold a grudge.

          “Come on,” Natsu sighed, “Igneel. Apologize.” Igneel’s whole face turned red. Lucy couldn’t tell if it was because he was embarrassed or furious.

          “Why?!” he screamed, “I was just tryin’ to be nice! She started it!”

          “Just do it, Iggy,” Layla said from where she was watching, exasperated.

          “Shut up!” Igneel snapped.

          “Hey!” Lucy gasped, “Igneel Dragneel! Don’t ever speak to your sister that way!”

          “Apologize to Neve and Layla,” Natsu said.

          “Fine.” Igneel sighed, offering his father a very familiar glare. Lucy almost couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “Layla, I’m sorry. Neve…” He glanced over at Neve with disdain, “I’m sorry.”

          “Neve,” Natsu said, crossing his arms. “Apologize to Igneel.”

          Neve gave Igneel such a sour expression, that Lucy was sure, if it wasn’t for her long dark curls and bright blue eyes, she would think she was looking at a young version of Gray. “Fine,” Neve said, “Neve is sorry for… calling you dumb.”

          “There, all better.” Natsu said, clapping his hands, before turning back towards Lucy, Jellal, and Erza to sit on the ground.

          “Neve?” Layla said, leaning over her little rock wall. “Do you and Keon both want to help us build?”

          The four-year-old’s eyes lit up. All arguments forgotten—for now. Lucy watched as the four children began to play together.

          “They’re going to be trouble when they’re older,” she said.

          “Yeah. Like me ‘n Gray were,” Natsu sighed.

          “Layla will keep them in line, Lucy,” Erza laughed.

          Yeah, Lucy thought, glancing back at Neve. Just like Natsu and Gray—or maybe Juvia and Gray. Or Maybe a bit of both. She imagined one day Neve would grow up and realize that somehow she had become friends with the orange-haired fire mage. The thought made her smile.

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23 Jerza

Awww cute! I hope you like it. Several of my other stories focused on Jerza or mentioning Jerza have little Keon in them as well. Thanks for the request.

23 Jerza: Exhausted Parents Kiss 

   The shuddering scream of a newborn was what jolted Erza from sleep. It took her a moment to remember and to adjust. That’s my son. For one more half-a-second she didn’t move. Then Keon let out another gasping wail and she threw her blankets to the side and rushed over to his crib. What time is it? Is Jellal still not in bed?

           “Shh… Keon… shush.” She leaned over and lifted her son gently into her arms—blanket and all. He was probably hungry. She was exhausted, and a little irked that Jellal wasn’t there to share in her suffering for some reason.  

If she had been one to keep track, which she often told herself she wasn’t, Erza would be unhappy to announce that it had been eight days—more than a week—since she had gotten a full night’s rest. And in those first few moments, in the middle of the night when her son’s cries first woke her from deep sleep and tore her away from precious dreams, she hated it—she wished with all her heart that he would just leave her alone, let her rest for once. But, the moment she lifted his tiny form into her arms, cradled him gently against her chest, she knew that she loved him more than anything in the universe. I would die for you. She rocked him back and forth, humming, brushing her fingers across the top of his head, over thin, soft newborn hair.

The door opened quickly, and Jellal stepped in, his clothes and hair disheveled, the bags under his eyes more pronounced. “I… I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I fell asleep when I was eating dinner.” The red marks on his face made it clear that he had fallen asleep with one cheek pressed up against the dinner table. Erza almost smiled. She barely answered with a nod, before sitting back on their bed to nurse their son.

“Hey,” Jellal came over to their bedside and sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. No words needed to be said. Keon was content to nurse, once again the house fell into silence. Erza closed her eyes, resting her head against Jellal’s shoulder. “We’ve been through hell, you know.” He whispered, “I could have never made it without you. So, I want you to know, I think we can do this together. No matter how hard it is. No matter how tired we are.”

“I know we can,” Erza whispered, her lips brushing against his neck and she shifted. Jellal sighed, and pulled away to look her in the eyes.

           “I love you both.” He leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft kiss, an exhausted kiss. But with that one touch, Erza could feel all the love he had for both her and their child. She beamed up at him.

           “Keon loves you, Jellal, and so do I.”

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OTP Challenge Day 26: Birthday

OTP: Gruvia

Rating: E

           “Happy Birthday, Neve!” came a chorus of shouts from Gray and Juvia’s little apartment. Erza set a beautiful strawberry cake in front of the little one-year-old.

           “Blow out the candles and make a wish,” Gray prompted. He counted down, “Three… two… one… blow!” He blew and Neve spluttered and the candle went out. Cheers echoed through the dining room. Juvia kissed the top of Neve’s messy, dark blue curls, and turned to cut the cake.

           “Alright! Birthday girl first,” Lucy said. Everyone had come for Neve’s first birthday celebration. Practically the entire guild had managed to fit into Juvia and Gray’s kitchen, dining room, living room, and balcony. Their closest friends had arrived first, and gathered around the table. Lucy was sitting next to Gray and Neve, her baby bump had been growing more and more pronounced. Soon she and Natsu’s little one would be greeting them all. Juvia wondered what they would be like. Wild and spontaneous like Natsu? Calculated and determined like Lucy? Natsu was animatedly talking to Elfman behind her, describing some job he went on the day before. Erza was standing besides, Juvia, arms crossed having proudly delivered the cake. She was the same as she had always been—strong, guarded, but she held a smile. Across the dining room, Jellal was fussing over their son, Keon, who was only a couple months old. Gajeel and Laxus were discussing some sort of strategy, while Levy was trying to fix Galena’s wild dark hair from where she rested, fast asleep on her father’s shoulder. Mirajane was rocking a wailing Kostya in the living room. Meanwhile, Asuka was chasing her younger brother. An argument had started between two people on the balcony. It was wild, it was untamed, it was beautiful. And Juvia had never been so grateful that she could raise her daughter to be a part of it all, every last chaotic moment. This guild is our family.

           The crowds dwindled around midnight, but of course all the children were fast asleep. Guild parties were typically late events. Juvia was cleaning up the kitchen when Gray grabbed her hand and gently pulled her against him, kissing her forehead.

           “I’d call this mess a successful first birthday,” he murmured against her cheek. She smiled, gently wrapping an arm around his neck.

           “Juvia would as well.” Together they cleaned up the last mess in the kitchen and moved out to the living room where the girl of the hour, Neve, was fast asleep on one of the arm chairs.  

           “How many of these do we have to have?” Gray groaned, flopping down on the couch.

           “Juvia would assume at least eighteen.” Gray glanced up at her where she stood behind the couch and let out a sigh, reaching up to grasp her hand.

           “What in the world would I do without you?” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. Juvia smiled,

           “Juvia thinks you’d be fine,” she said. “You’re strong, Gray.”

           Gray stared wordlessly at his daughter, sleeping peacefully, and shook his head. “There have been plenty of times where I should have been convinced otherwise. I’m not strong. That’s why I have the guild, our friends… that’s why I have you.” Juvia gently brushed her fingers through his hair, and then leaned over to press a kiss to his lips.

           “And Juvia isn’t going anywhere.”

           “Well, I move that we go to bed.” Gray yawned. Juvia laughed, gently releasing his hand to gather their daughter up from the chair on the other side of the little room.

           “Juvia seconds that motion,” she said as she lifted Neve as gently as possible from her resting place and into her arms. Gray stood, locking the front door and shutting the curtains before following her down the hall. They tucked their one-year-old into bed, and then crawled into bed themselves, finding each other in the darkness of their room, assuming their familiar positions—Juvia resting her head against her husband’s shoulder, hand resting on his chest. One whole year. A year ago they had welcomed their daughter into the world. What else did life have in store for them. Juvia found Gray’s hand and entwined her fingers with his, and then slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Naluween Bonus Day: Wizard

Sort of... following the prompt? 

“Where are they meeting us again?” Lucy asked, leaning over the counter where she was sketching out their plans for the evening. Natsu was just on the other side, in their living room.

           “Didn’t I tell you?” He asked, before letting out a wail. “Ahhh! Igneel, you got me!” The fluff of his bright pink hair disappeared behind the sofa as he collapsed, vanishing from Lucy’s line of sight. She let out a sigh. The Cathedral. That’s right. She quickly folded her slip of paper and made her way around the corner into the living room where Natsu was laying on the floor, laughing.

           “He’s too little to understand what you’re doing,” Lucy said, leaning over to lift their ten-month-old son from where he sat on the carpet.

           “I know,” Natsu smiled up at her, still laying on the floor, “But when I was little Igneel used to do that. I used to push him, and he’d fall over, just like that.” Natsu sat up as Lucy sat down on the couch, holding her son close, running her fingers through his fluff of pale orange hair. Igneel’s twin sister, Layla, was playing with blocks on the other side of the room. “Do you think I’m a good dad, Lu?” Natsu asked, watching their daughter.

           “What? Why that question all of the sudden?” Lucy frowned.

           “I just… I remember Igneel and I think… I could never be as good of a dad as he was for me.”

           “That’s nonsense,” Lucy huffed, “You’re an amazing dad.” She slid down to her knees on the floor in front of him, holding out Igneel. “And your son and daughter love you very much.” When the little boy caught sight of his father’s face a bright smile touched his lips.

           “Dadada!” He reached out with little, chubby hands and Natsu grinned, pulling his son into his arms.

           “Now! I think it’s time we get the kids ready for the festival,” Lucy said, standing, “After all, we don’t want everyone else waiting for us.”

           “They won’t be,” Natsu grinned. “We’re the ones with twins, but Juvia and Gray are always late. Gajeel will insist he doesn’t want to go trick-or-treating, but Levy will make him. They’ll be late too.”

           “And… Erza?”

           “Oh, they’ll be early.”

           “They always are,” Lucy smiled, pulling Layla into her arms. Natsu was already working his way down the hall towards their bedroom where the costumes for the kids were stored.

           “Is it going to be weird this year?” Lucy asked, as they began wrestling Igneel into his dragon costume.

           “What?”

           “Having kids this year,” Lucy said. And for every year after.

           “Why would it be weird?” Natsu asked.

           “Well, I mean…” Lucy frowned, “Different. It’ll be different. Last year I was pregnant, and before that we didn’t have any kids. We just got to celebrate with our friends.”

           “I guess it is different,” Natsu frowned, “But… it’s gonna be a good kind of different. I’m really glad I get to share this holiday and all the others with the three of you.” He offered her his signature grin and then went back to wrestling his son into his costume. “Woah! You look super cool, buddy! Like a regular dragon!” Lucy smiled. This man is mine, and I love him more than anything. That singular fact made her feel warm, happy. Layla was beginning to fuss in her arms, babbling nonsense words. Lucy carefully fixed the little bow in her wild pale pink hair, and set her down to get her changed.

They met their friends in front of the Cathedral. Erza and Jellal were already there, with little Keon, who was three months older than Igneel and Layla.

           “A fairy and a dragon!” Jellal said, offering the Dragneel twins a quick greeting. “That’s rather fitting, huh?”

           “Natsu insisted on the dragon,” Lucy laughed. “What’s Keon dressed as?”

           “A little warrior!!!” Erza held up her son with immense pride. Keon was decked in ridiculously well-crafted cardboard armor.

           “Hi!” Levy and Gajeel arrived, with Galena perched on top of Gajeel’s shoulders. She was giggling, holding on tightly to her daddy’s hair.

           “Aww! Galena’s a cat.”

           “She makes a very good one too!”

           “Hey, everyone,” Gray jogged up, out of breath, followed by his wife, who was carrying their daughter. “Juvia couldn’t decide on which costume to put on Neve.”

           “They were both so cute!” Juvia gasped, “But Juvia finally decided on a butterfly. Ahhhh! She’s so cute!” She squeezed her daughter tightly. Gray sighed.

           “Juvia, you’re going to suffocate her or something. Can we get this over with?”

           “Come on, Gray!” Lucy laughed, “Tonight’s going to be fun! Just like it’s always been.”

           “Maybe this year Natsu won’t burn down a tree,” Erza grinned.

           “He better not,” Lucy huffed.

           “Come on, everyone!” Levy waved them on, “The festival’s this way!” As they moved together through the streets of Magnolia, Lucy caught her husband’s hand in hers and laced their fingers together. Natsu looked over to her with a grin. Igneel was perched on his shoulders, patting the top of his head with shrieks of joy.

“Hey,” Natsu said, stopping in the middle of the street, “Our kids are gonna grow up to be pretty amazing wizards, huh?” Lucy leaned forward, still holding tightly his hand and to Layla, who was at her hip, and kissed the dragon-slayer quickly.

“I love you,” she whispered. Natsu leaned in to steal another kiss, squeezing her hand.

           “I love you too.”

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OTP Challenge Day 29: House Cleaning

OTP: Jerza

Rating: E

         They had been gone for a week. Going on jobs wasn’t exactly usually, but week ones were rare now with Keon a part of their lives. They had stayed one extra night at their little hotel, maybe just to get a sliver of alone time before they returned home to their son. Jellal almost felt guilty about it. Erza had insisted that Natsu and Lucy would understand. Besides, Keon was probably having a great time, staying with his best friends, Igneel and Layla, after all.

         The arrived back in Magnolia around the mid-afternoon. Erza with her ridiculous number of suitcases, a few bandages wrapped around her leg, and shoulder. Jellal with his arm in a sling.

         “You really bruised that one up the other day, huh?” Erza frowned as they made their way through town towards their house. They would drop all of Erza’s stuff off and then move on to Natsu and Lucy’s to pick up Keon.

         “It’s fine,” Jellal winced, adjusting his shoulder bag on his good arm, and turning back towards her. “Sorry I can’t really help with your bags.”

         “It’s fine,” Erza shrugged, “I’m used to it. Maybe when we get back to the guild Wendy can look at your arm.” They finally made it back to their home near the park, Jellal pulled the key out from a hidden pocket in his boot unlocked the door and swung it open quickly to let Erza begin carrying her bags in, but he paused in the doorway, staring into the dim light of the house.

         “I forgot we left it this way,” he murmured.

         “What is it?” Erza frowned.

         “It’s a disaster,” he sighed, gesturing towards their living room. Erza joined him in the doorway, eyeing the mess. Plates and cups had been left on the coffee table. Keon’s toys were spread out across the room. The stairs were littered with little clay soldiers. The sofa had a basket of clean laundry that needed folding. Jellal was afraid to see what the kitchen, just beyond the living room, had in store for them. Erza let out a deep sigh.

         “We did leave in a hurry, didn’t we?”

         Jellal dropped his bag to the side of the door and, carefully avoiding toys, moved to the coffee table to begin gathering the dirty dishes. “Maybe we should clean some of this up before Keon comes home?”

         “I won’t clean up his toys for him,” Erza said firmly, “But…” she smiled a little, and Jellal’s heart felt light, “I’ll help you fold the laundry.” Jellal carefully stacked the dishes and carried them to the kitchen. There were some other dishes on the table. Keon’s favorite cereal had been left out, it was probably stale. There were crumbs all over the counter from toast.

         “I’ll do the dishes,” Jellal called out to his wife.

         “I’m just finishing the laundry!” Erza replied. They got to work separately. Jellal did what he could with his bruised arm, but that wasn’t much. He had to find Wendy. He hoped she hadn’t taken a job.

         “Alright!” Erza came towards the kitchen from the living room, carrying the laundry basket on her hip. Just as she was reaching the threshold between the two room she tripped on several of Keon’s blocks.

         “Erza! Watch out!” But Jellal was too late, and his wife stumbled forward, the laundry basket tumbling out of her grasp. Jellal reached forward to catch her, but with only one arm it was to no avail. They fell together, backwards. Jellal hit his head on the floor, Erza landed firmly on top of him, shaking his bruised arm. He let out a yelp of pain as they landed.

         “J-Jellal!” Erza gasped, lifting herself up overtop of him. “I… I’m so sorry! Are you alright?!”

         Jellal groaned. “I’ve had worse,” he smiled up at her. She had pulled her long red hair back into a ponytail when they had started their work. It suited her. He reached up to cup her cheek with his good hand, partly to ease her worries and partly to feel her warmth against his fingertips. She sighed with relief but shook her head.

         “I’m so sorry. Is your arm alright?”

         “Not any worse than it was before,” he laughed. For one moment he felt like they had somehow gone backward, to a past where neither of them wished to talk about their feelings, where they struggled to form the words that Jellal found himself saying so often to her now. I love you. But then Erza leaned over and brushed a kiss against his lips and he felt alive again.

         “I’m glad you’re alright,” she murmured. Jellal sighed, and then kissed her again.

         “You’re my everything, you know,” he said, brushing his thumb across her cheek, “You and Keon.”

         “Where’d that come from?” Erza laughed, pulling herself off him, but Jellal could see the bright red blush that came to her cheeks. “We have to…” She gathered the laundry quickly and set the basket on the table, straightening some of the shirts as best she could. “We should go get Keon.” Jellal pulled himself up off the floor.

         “Yeah, you’re right,” he sighed, “And then we should go to the guild to see if Wendy’s there.” Erza seemed frozen, her hands wrapped around one of his shirts in the laundry basket, and then she turned to face him, her jaw set, her cheeks bright red.

         “Jellal?”

         “Yeah?” He frowned.

         “Y-you’re my everything too.”

         They arrived at Natsu and Lucy’s house not soon after. Keon, Igneel, and Layla were playing in the yard. Lucy was watching them from the little hammock that was strung between two trees in their yard, she was writing in a little notebook. Aria, Natsu and Lucy’s youngest was playing in the grass. When Keon spotted them from a ways off he waved,

         “Mom! Dad!” And then he was running for them, little arms held out wide. Erza crouched down and caught him in her embrace, holding him tightly with a laugh.

         “Keon! We missed you! Did you have fun with Igneel and Layla?”

         “Yes, but I missed you too!” He gasped, straightening his little glasses and pulling his dad into a hug. “What happened to your arm, dad?”

         “That’s a long story,” Jellal smiled, ruffling his son’s purple hair. “But I can tell you tonight if you’d like.”

         “Yes!” Keon threw his arms around both of them again. “Next time take me with you!”

         Jellal smiled, and Erza laughed. Keon was looking up at them expectantly, waiting for an answer. “We’ll see,” Erza said.

         “Come on! I’ve been practicing! I bet I could do some of what dad does now. Hey, maybe we can practice some when we get home?”  

           “Sure,” Erza nodded, ruffling her son’s hair, “Let's say goodbye to Layla and Igneel, and thank you to Lucy and Natsu first, okay?”   

          “Alright!” Keon dashed back towards his friends. Jellal reached out and took Erza’s hand. Together, they made their way back to the Dragneel House. 

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Awwwwwwwww!

23 Jerza

Awww cute! I hope you like it. Several of my other stories focused on Jerza or mentioning Jerza have little Keon in them as well. Thanks for the request.

23 Jerza: Exhausted Parents Kiss 

   The shuddering scream of a newborn was what jolted Erza from sleep. It took her a moment to remember and to adjust. That’s my son. For one more half-a-second she didn’t move. Then Keon let out another gasping wail and she threw her blankets to the side and rushed over to his crib. What time is it? Is Jellal still not in bed?

           “Shh… Keon… shush.” She leaned over and lifted her son gently into her arms—blanket and all. He was probably hungry. She was exhausted, and a little irked that Jellal wasn’t there to share in her suffering for some reason.  

If she had been one to keep track, which she often told herself she wasn’t, Erza would be unhappy to announce that it had been eight days—more than a week—since she had gotten a full night’s rest. And in those first few moments, in the middle of the night when her son’s cries first woke her from deep sleep and tore her away from precious dreams, she hated it—she wished with all her heart that he would just leave her alone, let her rest for once. But, the moment she lifted his tiny form into her arms, cradled him gently against her chest, she knew that she loved him more than anything in the universe. I would die for you. She rocked him back and forth, humming, brushing her fingers across the top of his head, over thin, soft newborn hair.

The door opened quickly, and Jellal stepped in, his clothes and hair disheveled, the bags under his eyes more pronounced. “I… I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I fell asleep when I was eating dinner.” The red marks on his face made it clear that he had fallen asleep with one cheek pressed up against the dinner table. Erza almost smiled. She barely answered with a nod, before sitting back on their bed to nurse their son.

“Hey,” Jellal came over to their bedside and sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. No words needed to be said. Keon was content to nurse, once again the house fell into silence. Erza closed her eyes, resting her head against Jellal’s shoulder. “We’ve been through hell, you know.” He whispered, “I could have never made it without you. So, I want you to know, I think we can do this together. No matter how hard it is. No matter how tired we are.”

“I know we can,” Erza whispered, her lips brushing against his neck and she shifted. Jellal sighed, and pulled away to look her in the eyes.

           “I love you both.” He leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft kiss, an exhausted kiss. But with that one touch, Erza could feel all the love he had for both her and their child. She beamed up at him.

           “Keon loves you, Jellal, and so do I.”