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Hi Bruna I've just read your latest kenej fic (hope I spelt that right lol) and now I really, really need to know what kaz's surprise is!! Anyway as usual I love your writing, keep up the good work!🥰😍

Thank you, my lovely!! 

continuation to this

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Inej Ghafa is not a fan of surprises

and more than that: she doesn’t like to be kept waiting

she’s an impatient one, the Wraith

and Kaz knows it

“Why do you insist on teasing me?” she asks him on their journey back home, frowning to herself

“Are you pouting at me, Wraith?”

a roll of her eyes is all she received

you know what? Inej doesn’t think she likes this version of Kaz anymore

indeed, she tells him just that

“Oh no,” Kaz drawls, looking over at her. “What will I do with my broken heart now?”

“You are terrible.”

he truly is

and he grins like he knows

like it pleases him that she knows it as well

the farm isn’t so different 

he’d stuffed down memories, hidden them in depths of his mind that he’d rarely allowed himself to go to years before

memories of green fields and the stream behind it, where Jordie and him used to bathe in summer days - days he almost didn’t remember, and were now only hazy memories, filled with smoke

sometimes Kaz thinks he might’ve dreamed those images

his brother’s smile as he tried to catch salmon with his bare hands

his father calling them back home as the sun set

Kaz imagined that if he’d had a mother, she’d be calling him too

and he’d run into her arms

Kaz’s memories took him back to cold nights by the fire - the beautiful hearth that his father had built with his bare hands, and that Kaz had fixed all on his own

he hadn’t allowed anyone to touch that particular place of the house - it had been his to fix

he remembered cats and dogs running around, chasing each other, and Kaz chasing them, bruising his knees 

at last, when they arrive, Inej is jumping 

he smirks down at her, taking her hand in his

his limp is worse today - much worse, and Inej notices 

she holds his arm, and he can feel her balance him, even if she is barely doing it

Inej is very subtle in helping him, that’s something he noticed over the years

“Where is it?”

“What is?”

“My surprise,” she says as she helps him up the porch stairs

Kaz snorts on a laugh. “You really don’t like waiting for things, do you, Inej?”

“Tell me.”

“For the hundreth time: I am not telling you.”

“What is it,” she insisted, watching him. “What is it, what is it, what-”

“No.”

Inej sighs. “If we ever have a child, I swear he’ll take after you in that department.”

and without another word, she walks inside the house

but Kaz pauses on the doorway

the words did something to him

he knew she thought nothing of what she said but-

Kaz’s eyes stray to that fireplace - hazy memories of his father there

suddenly the picture of him and his own son there glued to his mind

and Inej, there, too

her arms around them both-

“Kaz?” Inej calls

shaking his head to himself, Kaz enters the house

“He should be here any minute.”

Inej doesn’t know if she should grin or be frightened

so her face contorts into something in between

“Who?” She begs

Kaz smiles

she steps into his space. “Tell me.”

“That’s not going to work.”

her eyes trace the line of his jaw, the scar in between his lips and his chin

the strong eyebrows, and his dark eyes

“Stop it,” he snarls, and moves away from her

Inej smiles. “I just looked at you.”

“Exactly.”

she looks triumphant

suddenly, Kaz looks over his shoulder - to the door he left open

to the figure now walking towards the house

and then-

Inej gasps

not at the girl-

but at what she brings, leashed and golden and furry

“No, you did not.”

“I did,” he grins

“I’m going to cry,” Inej breathes

“I was prepared for it.”

Inej and Kaz step onto the porch

and sure enough-

the girl smiles and waves, a close neighbour, for the looks of her, and beside her is a very enthusiastic little boy, waving his tail when he sees Kaz and Inej, his tongue lapping out of his mouth

Inej is speechless

“He’s yours,” Kaz tells her. “If you want him.”

“Shut up, Kaz,” Inej breathes, and takes a step closer

the girl says, “He’s just turned two months old.”

“Oh, beautiful Saints,” Inej whispers, and real tears formed in her eyes as the puppy came right onto her, trying to leap into her arms. “I love him.”

the girl smiles, and Kaz gives her a nod of thanks

“He’s really ours?” Inej says, looking over her shoulder at Kaz

Kaz can only nod

watching her

there’s an odd feeling in his face - he can only guess his cheeks are hurting from smile

when the girl leaves, Inej sits on the grass, and the puppy takes the chance to lick her hands, her face

Inej is laughing, wrapping her arms around him

Kaz says softly, “Do you like it, Inej?”

“I can’t believe you’d do this,” she tells him as Kaz comes closer, watching her. “I mentioned this months and months ago. We were not even married then.”

“The day I proposed,” Kaz says. “I remember your exact words. How you would one day get a dog. That it was another wish you would give in to.” 

she looks at him with a sort of amazement. “Of course you remember.”

Kaz tentatively sits down on the grass with her, cane by his side, and yelps when the puppy jumps into his lap

Kaz pushes his face away when he tries to lick his face, but gives him a few tentative pats on the head, and the puppy is all too happy to lie there, eyes closed, mouth opened, as if he’s smiling

Inej leans in, and kisses Kaz’s cheek. “I love you.”

“Is that meant for him?” Kaz taunts

“For you,” Inej smiles softly. “For you, Kaz.”

Kaz looks over her, their lips so close

he leans in, but the puppy jumps up, breaking them apart, and Kaz holds him in his arms, letting out a little laugh that Inej clung to

she adored to see Kaz’s face like this

she says, “I might not like surprises. But I might make an exception for yours now.”

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Okay, hear me out- (idk funny thought that came to my mind)

Water competition

Diluc: Venti, we need to talk about your professionalism.

Venti: [Standing on a chair] Those are some mighty brave words for a guy who’s standing in lava.

Delusion

A Childe X Lumine Fanfiction

Rating : Not Rated

Tags : Psychological, Mild Angst, Character Death

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During moments of utter silence, Childe recalls that which Lumine once told him about a book she had read from a far away land. 

"It is of utmost importance that those who seek to fight monsters must not become one in the process." 

He likes to think that perhaps, by mentioning it, she had once hoped that he would be reminded of his main aspiration—to conquer the world that is, and not to simply bathe in the blood of his enemies. 

It has its merits, he admits—for he finds himself fighting alongside her during the turning point of the war, the darkness in him dampened by the white light she emits—cleansing the corruption that has resided in him for the longest time. 

This too though, reminds him of another of her words. 

"The deep dark abyss—stare for too long and it would stare back to those who dare." 

It is true, for he knows that ever since he dropped down that hole in the world, he emerged as a monster that is only tamed by bloodshed. 

And from the moment he knew Lumine, perhaps by her as well. 

He has always carried a portion of that so-called abyss, feeling its vines wrapping inside his very being. He is a monster, that much is true, but tamed as one can be, he became a tool under her commands. 

He does not care, for it is times with her when the whispers of the dark become muted—turned into nothing but echoes of the past. 

"Childe? Breakfast?" 

The man spies her slender form by the doorframe of his bedroom, sees her domestically ushering his sleepy person into the kitchen and he feels as though he had achieved that which he desires, with her by his side. 

To conquer the world. 

They did. They won. And it was all that he could ask for. 

Celestia is no more. The abyss is no more. It is just him, Lumine and the rest of the world. 

He smiles as he sits down at the table, reaching for her hand as she places the bowl of steaming Calla Lily Seafood Soup before him. 

"Oh, my favorite. What's the occasion, girlie?"

"Mhm, nothing in particular. Just wanted to cook something special for you." she smiles back and he thinks he saw the glimmer of stars beyond her eyes. 

Or perhaps it was nothing but an illusion, masking the deeper end of the void he is familiar with—if such end even existed. 

Childe shakes his head for he believes that that is not the case. Lumine is here with him. And the abyss is no more. It is no more. 

And if the calling of that dark bud inside him grows too strong anyhow, he knows she is here to defeat it for him. 

For she is also perhaps a monster in her own rights. 

--☆☆☆--

The bags under his eyes, and the haunted looks in his face tell everyone that he is far from recovered but everytime someone comes to ask him how he is faring, he will do nothing but face them with a smile before answering. 

"I'm very much fine! Lumine takes good care of me." 

If there were curious glances sent his way, he does not care. They must be seething inside—jealous that it was him who conquered her heart by the end of it all. 

The savior and the reformed harbinger.

What a perfect love story—great as a tale to pass down from generations to generations. He sighs at the thought. 

"Childe, pardon my query but I must ask—how have you truly been?" 

He already lost count of how many times the same question had been asked of him. 

He stops walking—to face the former Geo Archon a few steps behind. 

"I do not understand why everyone keeps on asking the same question. I already told you i'm fine, didn't I?" 

Oh how he hates it when they ask—as if they were doubting his princess' ability to care for him, for it was her who has been on his bed, in his kitchen, in his very house ever since the world achieved true peace. 

They do not understand just how capable Lumine is. 

And they will never know, if he has anything to say. 

"Though we are but friends, I must express my deep concern. The dips on your cheeks beg to differ from that which you uttered." 

The blue in his eyes shift into something malicious, to that belonging to the beast he keeps inside. 

"With all due respect, Mr. Zhongli. I do not appreciate the implications of what you just said. You asked and I answered." He pauses. 

The abyss is no more for Lumine is with him. 

"I shall be going now. My wife is waiting for me at home." 

As he walks away, he ignores the burning gaze on his back. It's fine. That former god does not matter. 

What matters is him and Lumine while the rest of the world could go crash and burn, he thinks. 

--☆☆☆--

"Tough day at work?" 

Childe sidles up to her side, wrapping an arm around the apron-covered waist of his beloved. He kisses her temple with reverence—for it is what she deserves. 

"Not really. It was just Mr. Zhongli. And others. Being annoyingly repetitive as always." He grumbles, tucking her head under his chin. 

The small hand resting atop his chest tightens against his clothes. 

"Do they... not approve of me?" She asks almost inaudibly. 

He was quick to deny the preposterous thought. 

"Don't listen to them. They do not matter, girlie." 

Childe feels her shift and he looks down at her. 

Golden pools decorated by the glittering of stars—of tears, he realizes, meet his abyssal depths. 

"Are you... are you going to leave me?" 

He brushes the hair out of her forehead and tucks the strays behind her ears before promptly brushing away the tears that cascaded from her eyes. 

"Never. You are mine, Lumine. As much as I am yours." 

Even the sweetest wine cannot compare to the smile that adorns her face after his declaration. She buries her head on his chest once more, arms crossing behind him, bestowing him with nothing else but warmth. 

Childe thinks for a second, that this moment is perhaps the best there is in the world. And he knows he is ruined for anything else.

It is impossible to feel anything akin to this feeling and he strongly believes that the desire to even experience it from others aside his princess does not exist anymore. 

--☆☆☆--

The sound of deliberate knocking at the door rouses the harbinger from his sleep. Childe growls in annoyance at whoever is behind that piece of wood as he untangles his limbs from the goddess laying beside him. 

He kisses the top of her head before deciding to rise and check who their visitor is. 

He stills when the one in front of his humble abode makes himself known. 

Zhongli, of course. 

"Mr. Zhongli, why the early visit?" 

The man only hums before crossing his arms, pinning him with a serious gaze. 

"May I come in, Childe?"

"Ah, of course." 

He lets him in and ushers the former archon to the couch. Upon sitting, the latter immediately scans his surroundings with vague concern in his eyes. 

"I must say, your house is surprisingly empty and devoid of life, Childe."

"What do you mean? I think it's pretty homey. Lumine designed it by herself when she first got here." 

A frown makes its way to the other man's lips. 

"Childe, can we talk?" 

He stiffens, tone changing into a defensive one. 

"We are talking, are we not?" He spats.

"Why don't you ask Lumine to come down here with us?" 

He summons one of his water blades. 

"Why exactly are you here, Zhongli?"

"Call Lumine, Childe." 

In a flash, the water blade comes in contact with the polearm that materialized in front of the visitor. 

"Why. Are. You. Here?" He asks, hostile in every way as he accents each word with a swing of his blade—all thankfully parried. 

"I need you to understand, Childe." Zhongli calls forth a jade shield that rattled even the sturdy walls of the other man's home. 

A water spear slams against the shield. 

"That Lumine..." 

Yet another side step, perfectly timed to avoid the beast cloaked in water suddenly crackling with electricity. 

"Stop it!" It yells. 

But Zhongli is not known for being gentle. The wrath of the rock and the harsh truth—both must be laid out for him to save the monster disguised as a man. 

"Is no longer with us." 

A beat passes.

"She's gone, Childe. And you must accept that fact."

"No!" 

And like that, the man surges forward with the fury enough to fuel wars. 

The walls crumble and the terrified shrieks of townsfolk in the immediate vicinity sound off but Childe could no longer care. 

Him and Lumine. The rest of the world does not matter. 

His mind goes blank with nothing but white hot anger, and he brandishes his weapon with renewed vigor. 

"Take it back." He quietly demands, voice distorted. 

Instead of complying, multiple stone steles rise up from the pavement, obscuring the two men from prying eyes. 

"Everyone grieves for her departure, I assure you. We are hurt as much as you are." A water blade makes contact with the archon's cheek and he winces as response, "but she chose to sacrifice herself for this world's peace and she will not be happy if she sees you rotting away to your demise, Childe."

"You—you don't know anything! Do not lie! Lumine..." A crack in his composition and Zhongli is quick to take advantage of it. 

All at once, like a puppet with strings cut off, Childe falls forward when Zhongli's polearm strikes down his chest. The accumulated hunger and fatigue from weeks of barely holding on to her memory suddenly come crashing down upon his person. 

Empty plates and sweet nothings. 

Cold bed and pristine kitchen. 

Unused scarf with the color of the skies and the clouds—like the view he's witnessing right now. 

Stare into the abyss, and it stares back at you—its remnants staying within, slowly consuming that which it latches on to. 

The abyss is no more—or so he believes. 

"Lumine... she promised me." he whispers into the wind. 

The rustling of cloth distracts him from his thoughts. 

"Do not lean too close to that edge, Childe. I beg you, not as your friend, but as Lumine's—please, do stay with us." 

Before his eyes closed, he heard the call from the deep dark abyss of the waters. 

The sea is calm. And he couldn't care less about the rest of the world. 

Him and Lumine, he thinks. Him and Lumine.

Have a wonderful birthday, Ajax!!!

Credits to @khrysm

Prompt

Jealuc AU: Diluc is Klee’s biological father but has amicably separated from Alice who is trying to push Diluc and Jean together.

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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