Their Interaction In This Event Are Priceless Lmaoo So Of Course I Need To Draw Them A Bit

Parenting

Jean: *sighs, sitting on her table* Why is that most times I hear about a group causing ruckus near the city, you four are always involved?

Aether/Amber/Klee/Qiqi: *looking down in silence*

Diluc: I'm more interested to know how you managed to draw so many hilichurls and slimes to the sacred tree and blow them all up without damaging it.

Venti: that tree might be old, but it's a lot sturdier than it looks.

Amber: we were just farming some materials.

Lisa: and you really had to draw them so close to the tree to farm said materials?

Aether: that. . .wasn't part of the plan.

Diluc: it still doesn't change the fact that someone could've got seriously hurt in the ordeal.

Jean: not to mention the risk of damaging such a historical monument of mondstad, you all need to be more careful from now on.

Diluc: *nods*

Aether/Amber/Klee/Qiqi: we understand. . .sorry mom, sorry dad.

Jean: m-mom!?

Diluc: good thing you got it. you can go back to your adventure now, just remember to be careful.

Aether/Amber/Klee/Qiqi: sure thing! Thanks dad! *leaves*

Diluc: *sigh* these kids. . . .Jean? Why are you giving me that look?

Jean: *shocked* didn't you hear how they called us?

Diluc: i did, they called us mom and dad.

Jean: And you're going to act like that's something normal?

Venti: well, to be honest, you two are the only responsible adults around.

Lisa: and you're always looking after the youngsters, just like a husband and his wife looking after their kids.

Jean: *blushes* w-what!? B-but that's wrong! M-me and sir Diluc aren't-

Diluc: so what?

Jean: w-what?

Diluc: These people might be kids, but they've done a great job in helping us to deal with a lot of problems around here, including stormterror's case. So if they need guidance, the least we can do is guide them, even if what they need is parental guidance.

Jean: . . . .

Diluc: or are you going to say that the problem here is that you can't stand the idea of acting like a mother when i'm the father?

Jean: n-no, absolutely not sir, it's just that. . . *sighs* you're right, they all helped this nation a lot, and we should support them in return, and if what they need is parental support, i won't mind giving that to them.

Diluc: good.

Jean: *looking away, with a pink on her cheeks and a small smile* I don't have much experience with helping kids like that, but if sir Diluc is willing to be my. . ."husband" in this situation, i think we will be able to help them deal with any problem they have. . .that is, if you don't mind having me as your "wife" sir.

Diluc: of course, whatever works the best for them. Now if you excuse me, I have some business to take care of.

Jean: Of course, I also have some paperwork to finish.

Diluc: i'll take my leave then.

Venti: Wait for me, I could really use a glass of wine. See'ya ladies.

Diluc/Venti: *leave*

Jean: . . .

Lisa: . . .

Jean: . . .

Lisa: . . .i think they left.

Jean: *slams her face on the table*

Lisa: Jean?

Jean: *red* please tell me i didn't just call sir Diluc "my husband"?

Lisa: I'm mostly certain that you did.

Jean: *whines* Why did I say that? I feel so stupid right now. . .

Lisa: you're not stupid.

Jean: Of course I am, to say such embarrassing things to a superior. . .he must think i'm an idiot.

*outside the room*

Diluc: *sighs and facepalms*

Venti: soo. . .you have a wife now, huh?

Diluc: *red* . . .shut up.

Venti: i'm just saying that-

Diluc: if you keep talking i swear you'll never get another glass of wine in mondstad.

Venti: *zips his mouth* my lips are sealed.

Not sure how many of you guys bothered to talk to this girl... but I accidentally clicked on her dialogue bubble today and oh my 😂 Now I want to see Diluc sharing a meal with Childe HAAH

Bonus:

Knights of Favonius: Are you lying?

Venti: That depends on how you define lying.

Knights of Favonius: Well I define it as not telling the truth, how do you define it?

Venti:

Venti: ... reclining your body in a horizontal position.

Knights of Favonius: Get out of here.

Venti: That’s fair.

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

Ningguang: This... is a parking ticket..

Klee greets jeans birthday

Jerza + Wendy: Found-Family Fic

For @shadyhydrathesnekqueen​ !

I hope you feel better soon, dear! And I hope you enjoy this short little read! <3

Jerza + Wendy: Dad

          “Shh…” Erza laughed a little as Jellal leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. “Shh…! Don’t wake her up!” Wendy was fast asleep, pressed between the two of them on the couch, blanket wrapped snuggly around her shoulders, popcorn bowl set aside on the coffee table.

          “She fell asleep during the movie,” Jellal grinned, “I think she’s not going to wake up any time soon.”

          “It’s late,” Erza murmured. The TV was glowing in front of them, on the home screen for the film. “We should get her into bed.” Between them, Wendy jerked a little, as if she was dreaming. Erza paused, watching the girl closely. Another nightmare…? She glanced over at Jellal, their eyes met. She could see he was worried as well. Wendy had nightmares every so often. They were always bad. The girl between them let out a whimper—she was afraid. Her eyelids fluttering.

          “D-Da…!”

          “Wendy!” Erza whispered, “It’s just a dream, dear, wake up!”

          “Dad!” Wendy shuddered in her sleep, and then her voice rose to a scream. “Dad! Dad! N-no! Dad!”

“Wendy!” Jellal gently shook the girl’s shoulder, “Wake up! It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream!”

          Wendy’s eyes fluttered open. She was only conscious enough to realize she was alright, realize she had been dreaming. “D-dad…” she mumbled, dropping into his arms, “You’re okay… you’re…” she was asleep again before either of them had time to ask her if she was alright.

For a moment the room was silent. Erza’s eyes met Jellal’s and her lips turned up in a bright smile. “Dad.” She mouthed.

Dad? Jellal glanced down at the girl in his arms. Do I… really deserve to be called that? Was she dreaming about someone else…?

***

          When Wendy woke up her body was sore. I had another nightmare. Her body was always sore after the bad ones. She felt guilty. That means Mom and Jellal had to deal with it. Her gut twisted in knots. She hated that. That she was such a burden to them. She hated her nightmares—how she could hardly remember them when she woke, only flashes, and how Erza and Jellal always remembered them and how she screamed for them.

          Those nightmares… they were always the same. She could always remember flashes—Acnologia…. And someone she loved being hurt—right in front of her. It made her feel sick. Just don’t think about it now. It’s over. She slipped out of bed, her muscles protesting, pulling on her warm knit sweater and slipping into slippers. It was early, she left her hair down, tiptoeing downstairs to the kitchen to get something for breakfast. She was hoping no one else would be awake, but Jellal was sitting at the table, reading a book and sipping tea. He glanced up when she stepped in.

          “Good morning,” he said, smiling a little. “Do you want some tea?” She nodded once, and he got up to grab a mug, filling it with the warm drink and setting it in front of the chair next to his. “Come sit down.” She padded over to the table, pulling out the chair and dropping down to sit next to him. The tea was hot, so she wrapped her hands around the ceramic mug to warm them, and let the steam warm her face.

          “Thank you,” she said softly.

          “You’re welcome,” Jellal responded. There was a pause, before he said, “Wendy, there’s something I want to ask you.” Wendy glanced up at him to meet his eyes. “Do you… want to call me ‘Dad’?”

          Her eyes widened, and she glanced down at her hands. Why is he…? Suddenly she remembered waking up the night before, screaming for him—screaming Dad.

          “I… If you… I mean, if you… if you’re…”

          Jellal laughed a little, reaching out to pull her into a gentle hug. “I’d like that, if that’s what you want.” Wendy felt tears sting the corners of her eyes, as she gripped Jellal’s shirt and held him tight.

          “Yes!” She whispered. It made her heart warm. I have a mom and dad. She smiled, holding Jellal close. I have a mom and a dad.  

Jerza fic: Nightmares

Anyways. This short fic was inspired by this little bit from the anime because they’re totally a family. *sob* 

Nightmares          

 “Are you awake?” Erza whispered, twirling her fingers through Jellal’s hair. It was a hot, muggy night. Jellal had passed out hours ago, arms wrapped around her hips, head resting against her belly. She traced her finger down the scars across his bare back. “How are you even asleep?” She smiled as her husband’s grip around her tightened.

          “’m not,” he mumbled, his lips moving against the fabric of her shirt. “Too hot.”

          “It might be cooler if you let go,” Erza said, running her fingers through his hair again. He groaned.

          “Never.”

          “At least come closer,” she whispered. Jellal sat up, his hair a mess, his eyes shimmering in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window. He smiled. Erza shook her head and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to kiss him. He sighed against her lips, brushing her red hair away from her eyes, and then kissed her again.

Then he groaned. “It’s too hot,” and flopped back over onto his side of the bed. Erza turned to tease him, but the moment she did there was a scream from across the hall.

“Wendy,” Jellal whispered, his eyes wide. He was out of bed before Erza could even respond. It had been a while since she had had a nightmare. Jellal yanked on his t-shirt and was striding across the hall before Erza even had time to react.

Since Erza and Jellal’s wedding, Erza had noticed Jellal was closer than ever to Wendy. She had, for some time now, thought of Wendy as her daughter. And Jellal, when Jellal and Erza had finally started dating, she knew he felt the same way. She almost smiled about it as she threw her blankets aside and pulled herself out of bed. Wendy could ask Jellal for anything and he’d give it to her. Such a pushover.

On the other side of the hall Wendy was still screaming: “He’s coming! He’s coming!” They were familiar words. Erza had heard her scream the same ones every night for weeks after Acnologia. Now… every so often the same nightmare came back. Erza’s heart hurt everytime she heard Wendy scream in her sleep. She saw some things… some things that no little girl should ever have to see. And then she paused in her doorway, clutching the doorframe till her knuckles turned white. No. She saw some things that no one should ever have to see.

Erza sighed, padding barefoot out into the hallway. Light streamed out from Wendy’s room, and she could hear soft murmuring. Jellal whispering over and over, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream.” Erza could hear Wendy sobbing. She gently pushed the door open to see Jellal kneeling by Wendy’s bed. Wendy was still sitting on her mattress but was practically buried in Jellal’s arms—sobbing into his shirt—clutching at him like she still couldn’t quite believe that she was safe. Jellal glanced up at Erza, offering her a worried smile. It’s okay. She’s okay.

          She was calming down, her trembling slowly dying away, her breath coming in gasps. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She breathed. Jellal looked bewildered.

          “What…?”

          “I wake you so much…” she whispered, pulling away from his embrace, rubbing away her tears with her hands. “And they’re just dreams.”

          “Wendy.” Erza said, sitting down next to her on her bed. “You’re right. They’re just dreams. But you should never apologize. Jellal and I, we have nightmares too. And we wake each other up. We’re there for each other. And we want to always be there for you—when you need us.”

          Wendy stared up at Erza for a long moment, and then tears welled up in her eyes. “Promise?”

          “Of course,” Jellal frowned, “Always.” Wendy pulled them both into a hug.

          “Thank you.”

          “I have an idea,” Erza declared. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate. We’ll all have some together, and then lets try and get some sleep. This time we’ll have good dreams.”

          Wendy laughed a little, wiping the last evidence of tears away from her eyelashes. She beamed up at both of them as they stood. “Alright, can I help?”

          “Sure,” Erza smiled, pulling her up to her feet. “You find the hot chocolate mix. I’ll heat up the water. Deal?”

          “Deal.”

What do you mean….

you lost your daddy                     you don’t like wine too

… … . ?                                                       ? ! ? ! !

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1 Rule:

No ship wars

You can write or draw using paper or electronics!

[Something blows up]

Jean: Klee, what did you do?!

Klee: my best.