They Are Good Friends ✨

Hi there! I live for your SoC fics. You’re such a talented author and I love all of your work. Thanks for everything you do for the fandom! Could you please write something of Kaz playing with Inej’s hair? Thanks so so much 💕💕💕

Hey, lovely! Thank you so much! I hope you don’t mind that I mixed your idea with some others, I think they fit quite well.

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he’s tired, she can tell

Kaz has the stamina of a hero in a story

but Inej knows that he’s far from invincible

Kaz is human - too human, at times

and she now sees the strain of his shoulders, the tension in his jaw, the dark rings under his eyes

he should be triumphant now, celebrating a job well done

a job they both won

but as he walks beside her along the canals, Inej knows he has not slept for days

he’s limping more

he sees her watching his leg and turns his cane to his other hand

with his other one, he holds hers

gloves on gloves

but still

they’d gone through so many layers already

Inej looks up at him as they move through the shadows and dark alleys

though they have on ear on the streets, listening for any trouble that might come their way, they allow themselves to pay attention to each other, for just a little while

Inej smiles softly as his fingers slip through hers

a silent reassurance - I’m fine

she says to him, “I miss home.”

and it’s like someone struck him across the face

Inej raises her brows at the surprise flashing in his eyes

she understands why

Inej believes that Kaz, try as he might, will always have a difficult time trusting when she says that she found home with him - on his father’s farm, that they rebuilt together

it stuns him everyday - that that’s their permanent home now

and that Ketterdam is now just a place they go to not as often

to do their job - what they promised each other they would do

after a moment, Kaz says, “We can go back tomorrow, if you wish.”

Inej had bought herself a nice little apartment in one of the nice buildings of East Stave

of course, when all her neighbours were concerned, nobody moved there

not that Inej was intent on hiding anymore

she had a reputation

but still - it was nice to be anonymous 

it is to that nice little apartment that they walk to now

Kaz stayed every so often

most days, actually

well, most nights

days were busy for the Wraith

but the nights were for both of them

when they get there soon enough, she makes tea, and Kaz stares off into space, leaning against her kitchen counter

Inej pauses what she’s doing, a spoon of sugar hovering in the air

she tells him, “Go take a bath, Kaz.” she puts the spoon in her mouth. “You need to relax, and rest.”

he’s silent, his eyes focusing

he doesn’t look at her when he says, “Take one with me.”

Inej almost drops her spoon

he looks at her then. “You asked me back home - if I would ever... if we would ever be capable of it.” He runs his fingers through his hair, looking away as if he’s shy. “We could try, if you’re alright with it.”

Inej pauses

would she?

Kaz had seen her bare more times that she could count

he’d pushed down her barriers, one by one

not like punching bricks, hoping they’d come apart eventually

but more like removing satin curtains, pushing them gently out of the way

she did the same for him

but this - this was something that maybe he wouldn’t be able to go through

still, Inej nods, and says, “Get the water running. I’ll be right there.”

without another word, he grabs his cane and makes his way to the bathroom

Inej knows that it took Kaz years to be able to bathe in a bathtub

even that was difficult

step by step, brick by brick, he got there

back home, Inej sometimes sat by him in the bath, tea in her hand, chatting with him as he laid there, bubbles on his chin

Inej waited a minute, finishing her tea, and then she trudged to the bathroom, to see him undressing from the doorway

she smiled at the contours of his back, the muscles of his shoulders

“Oggling much?” He says over a shoulder

Inej shrugs, turning her eyes to the water filling the bathtub

steam already clung to her brow, to the mirror atop the basin

the last piece he removes before getting in the tub is his gloves

Inej says, “You have not complained about my oggling since we have been married.” She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorway. “Nor before.”

Kaz sinks into the water, watching her with dark eyes. “Who says I’m complaining?”

“Exhaustion makes you cheeky,” Inej points out

Kaz leans back. “You have not complained about my said cheekiness since we have been married,” he throws back. “Nor before.”

“Clever,” she taunts

he gives her a too-modest shrug

Inej closes the door to keep the warmth in

she undresses fast, methodically

Kaz is very still

“We can do this some other time,” she says to him

“It’s fine.”

but she can see the tension in his jawline

Kaz puts his elbows on the edge of the tub, swallowing down, as if bracing himself

he looks conflicted, but-

not afraid

“Let me,” he requests

Inej steps in, and allows him to undo the laces of her pants. “You know,” Inej begins to say. “I meant what I said back there.”

“You say a lot of things, treasure, I need you to be clear.”

Inej pulls down her pants, the rest of her clothes

she is bare in front of him without a hint of worry

how long did it take her to get here? so long

how many times would she still succumb to the fear? too many

but it was progress

and she took it gratefully

“When I told you I missed home,” Inej says. “I miss the farm.”

she loved the feeling of freedom - the journeys she took through the seas

but she loved to come back home - to him, as well

Kaz’s dark eyes flash with emotion, but he says nothing

she can see it though - joy in his eyes

hesitating, Inej steps in

the tub is not huge

she begins by sinking down opposite to him

her legs to her knees

Kaz watches her like he’s trying to think of nothing else but her

“Do you want to try to touch me?” she says

“Not yet.”

“Okay.”

steam curls his hair

Inej leans back, no part of her touching him

she knows that talking is good

for both of them

so she says, “I was thinking...”

“Do tell.”

Inej distracts herself from her aching heart by pulling down on her braid, gently taking it apart

“We could have the others over one day, if you’d like,” Inej says, trying to weave her fingers through her knots, noticing Kaz watching every move. “They have yet to see the house.”

Kaz says, “Helvar will be immensily proud of his terrible painting skills.”

“Don’t be mean. He was very kind to offer to help us with the fence.”

“I’ve never seen so many different shades of white, that’s what I’m saying.”

Inej grins, and then laughs at him

the water shakes with her

Kaz finds himself smiling, too

“I guess I can bear their presence,” he says, shrugging

Inej smiles. “You miss them.”

“I miss you, and I’m next to you. I don’t have energy to miss any of them.”

“Hum,” Inej smiles, but she knows better

Kaz goes silent, wary

he says, “I can wash your hair.”

“Really?”

“Does it bother you?” Kaz murmurs

“I’m not sure, I’ve never had anyone wash my hair besides my mother, and that was a long time ago.” Inej pauses. “I’ll turn.”

Kaz nods, and he watches as Inej turns on the tub, still not touching him

though his legs are on either side of her

his knees so pale in comparison to her body

Kaz thinks of warmth

the warmth of her body sleeping next to him on their bed

the sun shining as she smiles when he brings her too-sweet tea in the morning

the gentle way she pushes back his hair from his face as he lies there on the pillow, her legs entwined with his

how different is that from this?

he grabs a bottle of her scented soap

places a small amount on his hands

he says, to take his mind off it, “I might have... something of a surprise when we go back.”

Inej goes very still. “What?”

“It’s a surprise, Wraith, that’s the point.”

“I don’t like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.”

she looks at him over her shoulder, eyes wide. “Will I?”

“Why are you so suspicious?”

she raises her brows at him

and Kaz lets out a snort

Inej turns back around, but doesn’t tell him to get it over with

she waits, patiently, conversing with him like what they’re doing isn’t new. “Tell me.”

“I want you expectant,” Kaz tells her, “so no.”

He watches the waves of her long hair

it disappears in the water

Kaz takes in a breath, and gently places his hands at the back of her head, spreading the soap there before massaging her head

Inej doesn’t move, but he asks, “Inej?”

“I’m enjoying it,” she says, “perhaps a little too much.”

indeed - Inej shows him her arm, and the hair standing up there

“So you like me running my fingers through your hair,” he says thoughtfully, keeping himself focused on what he’s doing. “Noted.”

“I’d forgotten about it,” Inej says with a hint of sadness

Kaz swallows down, and says, “I like it when you do it to me.”

“I noticed that too.” He can feel her smiling

he grabs a bath cup and says, “Tilt your head back.”

she does

Kaz washes her hair slowly, running his fingers through her soft strands, and something like joy makes his heart jump when Inej gives a happy little sigh

“How is this, Kaz?” She asks seriously

“It’s fine,” he says, surprised at himself. “It’s actually fine.”

she looks over her shoulder. “I’m glad.”

not wishing to push himself or her, Kaz slowly leans in

Inej watches him

and knowing what he intends to do, she tilts her head to the side just slightly, explosing the side of her neck, her shoulder

Kaz takes a breath

how different is it, really?

than kissing the rest of her body?

than slipping his hands underneath her shirt to touch her back?

Kaz leans in, touching his lips to her shoulder

so softly

barely a brush of his lips

soap flurries around her, bubbles popping on her legs

as kaz removes his lips, but keeps himself close, Inej admits, because she know he’ll ask, “I like this with you.”

Kaz is silent for a moment watching her

then he softly says, so close she can feel his breath on her ear. “I like you.”

“Do you, now?”

“I’ll prove it to you, when we get back home.”

Inej sighs, “And I see my surprise?”

“You’ll like it,” he reassures her

Inej couldn’t possibly imagine what that was

but still

she touches his chin once, flicks his nose, and moves out of the bath

Kaz watches her as she places a towel around her and begins drying her hair with another. “Is it going to frighten me?”

“What could I possibly take out of my pocket that could frighten you, Inej?”

she laughs. “Nina dressed as a clown.”

“Fuck’s sake.”

she sits on the edge of the tub and flicks his nose again. “Tell me.”

Kaz leans back, silent

“You’re going to make me wait a whole day?” Inej frowns. “Why did you have to tell me in the first place then? You could’ve just surprised me.”

“Maybe I like ruffling your feathers.”

Inej raises a brow at him. “You definitely need sleep.”

as Inej goes to her bedroom, laughter follows her - her own, and his

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PART TWO HERE.

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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.

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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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The Gift

Genshin Impact: Diluc X Jean

In the master bedroom at the Dawn Winery Manor laid a woman with blonde hair. She was sleeping on her side, and the thick blankets were up over her shoulders. It was so late in the evening and the woman was in deep sleep and so when the door creeks open, she did not even stir one bit.

A figure walks across the chamber quietly. It was a male and he seemed familiar with the room. The thick coat over his shoulders looking like it was weighing him down too much that it was difficult to walk.

He unclasps his coat and tossed it on a chair with a thud. The woman in bed stirs at the sound for a second but doesn’t wake from it. He places his claymore near the empty side of the bed. He sat on the chair where he placed his coat and unties his boots. He soon undresses and changes into comfortable sleepwear. He tiptoes to the bed, his red eyes gazing fondly at the familiar blonde head.

He gets into the bed and under the sheets, but his added weight caused the sleeping blonde to stir. And he could sense that she was waking.

“I’m sorry to wake you.” He mumbles reaching her side, his chest against her back. His hand looking for her hand under the sheets. He finds her hand on top of her bulging stomach.

“Diluc.” Her voice sounded so sweet even though she was barely awake. Realizing that it was him, her grey-blue eyes slowly close again.

“How are you and our baby?” He asks as he plants a kiss on her shoulder. She pulls her hand out of his hand, and replaces it on top of his hand, brushing her thumb against his knuckles.

“We’re doing alright.” He pulls himself closer to her and he heard her soft giggle.

“How was your day?” She asked fighting her sleepiness in order to a hold conversation.

“It was exhausting.” He mumbles into her shoulder and he heard her hum faintly. “I’m glad your safe.”

“I should be saying that…” She replied faintly, failing to fight her drowsiness.

“I’m sorry, Jean.” He whispered but she was already fast asleep.

The next day, Jean the blonde woman woke up without the red headed Diluc by her side. The sun was about to come out from the horizon. She carefully got out of bed, she looked at her bed side table and saw that there was a blue shawl on top.

“Diluc must have prepared it…” She smiled softly at the thought of him carefully picking and placing the shawl there. She wears the shawl over her shoulder and gently rub her stomach.

She stands up her and white dress almost touching the wooden floor. And she walks towards the window across the bed. And she notices him outside swinging his claymore. She stood there for a long moment to admire the man swinging his sword. His red hair and his red eyes and pale skin. She loved everything about him. And now she was here, she looks around the room with fond memories of the man outside. And slowly she walked to the door.

When she reached the flight of stairs, she couldn’t help but sigh. Before she could take a step down, she hears someone call her.

“Master Jean!” Adelinde, the head maid rushed to her side from down the flight of stairs. Normally Jean should have been called lady or mistress, but Diluc had specifically instructed for Jean to be called Master. Whatever title he had, she did too.

“Adelinde, hello.” She chuckles as the maid gripped Jean’s right hand while Jean’s other hand was holding the railing.

“You should have summoned someone to assist you.” The lady in her black and white uniform said frantically. Her blonde hair was a browner than Jean’s.

“I’m pregnant, not injured.” Jean playfully rolls her eyes. And Adelinde complained under her breath. But Jean was not able to catch what she was saying because she was focused on walking down the steps.

They took their time getting down the stairs, and Jean thanked Adelinde, and insisted she didn’t need any further assistance.

“Good Morning, Master Jean.” Ernest greets.

“Good Morning to you too.”

She opens the door and steps out on the courtyard. And walks to where Diluc was, but he had sensed her meters away.

“Good Morning.” He said when she reached him. His sword no longer in his hands, but now floating behind him.

“Indeed, the morning is good.” She replied wrapping her arms around his waist. And she rested the side of her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sweaty…” He mumbles but she doesn’t budge.

After a while he said, “You must miss it…” She looks at him. “I-I took everything from you.” He whispered softly with hesitation.

And she pulled away from him with her hands on his shoulders, her brows furrowed. “Diluc…”

But he avoided her grey-blue eyes. Her face became stern and she pulled his chin to make him look at her. And there it was, the serious look of the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius or in her case—Former Acting Grand Master. The guilt weighing down on him and he found that he couldn’t look her in the eyes again.

“Diluc.” The sternness was gone, and her voice sounded hurt. His eyes flickered back at her, and his heart ache for causing her sadness.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes and pulls her closer when she was about to pull away. And she tried to brush his hands away with weak hands as she averted his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again and leans his forehead against hers, giving her no choice but to look at him.

“I just…” He looks at her with pain in his red eyes. “If you weren’t pregnant—if you didn’t get involved with me, you would probably be the Grand Master by now…”

“Is that why you’ve been acting cold lately?” She inquires, placing her hands below his ears and he vaguely nodded.

“I took everything from you.” He says drawing her into an embrace. And she gently pushes him off of her. He looks at her both confused and hurt and she looks at him with gentle sternness and love.

“No, you did not.” She chuckles. “I married you.” And she saw the small pout on his lips.

“You didn’t get to become Grand Master because of me.” She playfully pushes him.

“I don’t know where this insecurity is coming from, but do you regret marrying me?” His eyes widened.

“No! Of course not!” An instant answer.

“And I do not too.” She leans onto his forehead. There was silence for a few minutes.

“It’s just that if you didn’t, then you could be Grand Master—wasn’t that your dream?” He finally said with a wavering voice.

“No.” She answered automatically in such a gentle tone. And he pulled his head away to look at her in wonder. “It isn’t. I thought it was. But I only became Acting Grand Master because the Grand Master was away. I took the responsibility because it was only me who was able to. It isn’t my dream.” She touches her belly.

“But this,” And she points to her and then him. “And this,” She places both her hands on her belly with a gentle gazed casted down. “Is something I really want for myself. I can finally just be me. I don’t have to worry about everyone else, I don’t have to put aside my desires because I worry about everyone’s safety. I just want to worry about our child’s now.” The sad look in Diluc’s eyes seem to lessen but Jean could tell that he still had his worries.

“It must be odd, I found it odd too. Not caring about every citizen of Mondstadt as I used to. But I finally get it when they said that having a child changes you. I still wish for everyone’s safety, but now I don’t have to work myself to death and overlook my health for everyone else’s. I can watch the grapes grow everyday and see our child grow. I can always pick up my sword after I give birth. I could still choose to fight too, and I know you won’t stop me. But I want to enjoy this moment of stillness for me. So, don’t feel like you stole everything from me, because in all honesty, you gave me everything.”

Her gentle eyes gaze at him with unhidden adoration. And he cups her cheek and he brushes his finger on her cheek and she savors the touch of a calloused hand.

“You know how-“ She struggled for the right word. “Difficult it is, to be born as a Gunnhildr, and how pressuring that was. A life without duty and responsibility was shocking at first, but now I realized what I was not able to experience because of the kind of life I lived. And for that I thank you, Diluc.”

And he nodded shyly at what she said, and she chuckled. She pulls him into a kiss, and he was startled for a moment.

“After I give birth, we have to spar.” She says as she pulled away and he laughed.

“Well, I think it will take some time for you to even beat me.” He says and playfully adds. “Not that you ever have.” She playfully rolls her eyes as she took a step away from him, a sly smile on her lips.

“Oh, ever the humble man you are.” And he laughs and takes a step closer to her.

“I do look forward on having my ass served though.” He pulls her into his chest again and she laughs.

“Then I have to train really hard to defeat the Darknight Hero.” And she hears him grunt as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“You’re going to tell that to our children, won’t you?” He complains lightly and she laughs as she nods, her eyes closing. “Is your head aching?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.” And she felt herself being lifted off the ground. And she settles in his arms, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. When she hears his footsteps hit the stairs, she rubs her head against his neck.

“I’m glad I said yes when you told me to stay at the Winery.” Diluc pauses to open the door. “Imagine if I had stayed in Mondstadt as a Member of the Knights and worst—Acting or being the actual Grand Master. With all the stairs and stress, I’m afraid…” Her eyes were now open as she placed a hand on her stomach. He leans his head against hers.

“I think you would be able to handle it…” He mumbles absent-mindedly.

“No. I would not risk it.” And he stared at her and blinked, a soft smile.

“Of course.”

“I can walk now.” She attempts to stand but he does not let her.

“It’s okay, I can carry you.”

“No, I am fat and heavy.” She pouts playfully. Since she married, she slowly became playful and then eventually there was a playfulness that stuck to her.

“You’re not fat, your pregnant.” He chuckles and she nodded solemnly.

“Will you be leaving again?” She asks leaning into his shoulder again and he starts climbing the steps to the second floor carefully.

“I don’t know. I have left you here alone, long enough.” She pulled her head away from his shoulder and observed his face.

“Really? You’re staying?” She asks softly, afraid that she was hearing things. He had been away most of the time—and it clicked, with the conversation they just had outside.

“That’s why you kept leaving, you were picking up my workload too.” He paused hearing it, and for a moment his facial expression had the slightest hint of guilt. “I know how important protecting Mondstadt is for you, but being their protector twenty-four/ seven to make out for me not protecting it, is crazy!”

“I just—”

“No.” She twists her body as they arrived at the second floor. He conceded and put her down.

“Monstadt lost a good protector…” He says with a grim smile on his lips, and she places her hands on his shoulders.

“I’m not dead.” She deadpanned and he looks at her lovingly.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She shook her head and pulled away.

“Please, please take care of yourself.” She says walking away from him, her hands on her stomach. He stared at the figure walking away from him solemnly. He could tell she was upset and jogged to catch up to her.

“I’m sorry, I thought it was your dream. So, I wanted to keep it alive.” He says blocking her path.

“I could have died with all the workload I wanted to carry.” She looks at him grimly. “And the thing is, that would have been normal.” She sighs as she attempts to walk around him, but instead was captured by his arms.

“I’m staying.” He tells her, his red eyes sternly look at her grey-blue eyes.

“Alright.” She tries to push him away.

“Jean.” He hugs her tightly. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” She continues to attempt and remove herself off of his embrace. And suddenly, his lips were against hers. And unconsciously knowing that there was no one else at the second floor, a soft moan escapes from Jean. Diluc pulls her closer while deepening his kiss, and she kisses back.

“You scoundrel.” She mumbles as his lips brush her neck.

“Let me make it up to you.” He whispers by her ear and then plants a kiss on her jaw and she moans. “I can’t believe I got to marry you.”

“You said the same thing right after the wedding.” She mumbles breathlessly.

“It is an interesting turn of events.” He says matter-of-factly as he pulls away to look at her.

“And to think we almost missed one another.” She says blinking her daze away.

“Hmm…” Diluc reaches out for her belly.

“So, you’re no longer going to be running around for the Knights or Guild?” She inquires as he rubs her belly.

“No, I will send out a letter and tell them I have decided to retire for now and be a family-man and focus on making wine.” She looks at him pointedly.

“Granted, if they really, really need me, my door is begrudgingly always open.” She chuckles. “And my first duty as a family-man is—” He pulls her shawl over her shoulder too tightly. “Insisting for you to wear more warmly if you walk outside, what if you catch a cold? No wearing your sleepwear outside is just too much.” He shakes his head and she rolls her eyes.

“I was a Knight, Well, I still am just not active. I can handle a little wind.” She started to walk to their bedroom door.

“Yes, but as a Pyro user, I can do you a better job on warming you up!” She paused to look at him.

“You. You have been with Kaeya way too much.” She shook her head and proceeded to continue her walk to her bedroom.

“I thought you would be happy to know we have gotten close as of the recent.” She opens the door. “Knowing that he will have a niece or nephew, he just can’t hate me.” She sternly looks at him.

“And you know with the misunderstanding cleared out. We are on better terms.”

“Since we married, even my relationship with Barbara has improved. Honestly, marrying you really gave me a new meaning to life.” She sits down on a chair by the window and beside a table.

“I will call someone to bring us breakfast then.” And she nods closing her eyes, the headache starting again but this time accompanied by nausea.

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 Author’s NOTES:

I was so upset to see so little Diluc x Jean fanfics. I couldn’t help myself!

There should be more coming your way, when time permits.

I also don’t know if this will be part of one timeline or a separate timeline.

Love the story! (BTW: No Explicit content…!)

Her hands are beginning to wander now, and Diluc refuses to tremble as the touch he knows as safety and home suddenly feels like something he wants to get away from. Panic laces through Diluc’s body, but he smothers it down as he continues to kiss Jean, continues to hold her as she touches him. Her hands go lower, lower, and he can do this, he can fix himself, he can be what Jean wants, he can—

“Diluc?” Jean pulls back, eyes wide, concerned, and he ca—

He can’t breathe.

-

Diluc cannot give Jean what he is sure she will eventually want.

wherein diluc is asexual but also has internalized aphobia electric boogaloo!!!! let me project okay ;w;

AHHHHH HEIZOU

genshin concert soon hehe

Happy Birthday TarTar Sauce Tartaglia!💦

his exhaustion dissipates at the thought of Lumine btw-

hi bruna love!! if you wouldn’t mind, would you be able to do some soft kanej headcanons? maybe then cuddling, once they’re able to? thank you, i’m sorry if it’s too much trouble!! ❤️❤️

AH YES OF COURSE 💙💙💙💙

***

The cold weather called for laziness

Indeed, Inej had become very fond of afternoon naps

When the snow piled around the farm house, and the cold chillded her bones, Inej finished all her correspondence early and, with a cup of tea, made her way to the main room

Where Kaz was putting some logs into the fire

Leaning into his cane

The cold was specially heartless with his leg

Today, she noticed how difficult it was for him to even stand

Inej had a blanket around her shoulders, and their couch was big enough for two

As she laid down on the couch, her empty cup forgotten on the coffee table, she said, "Kaz."

He turned to her

His eyes had a new light to them

She liked that, she liked the light in his eyes

"Inej."

Without words, she held out a hand

A request

Kaz watched her stretch out her arm out of the blanket and realized what she wanted

What they had spent most afternoons doing when they weren't working

Kaz straightened, "I have work to do, still."

"So do I," she challenged

They would never be able to live slowly, not really

They'd grown up in the world where slowing down meant losing their necks

But they were trying

That's why Kaz's face softened, and he slipped into the couch

Inej made space for him, and he laid down, his spine against the back of the the couch, Inej lying down next to him, facing the ceiling

He placed the blanket around them both

And lying with her there, with the fire on, the snow piling outside-

Kaz had never felt peace

Not really

Not like this

This felt awfully close

Inej was smiling up at him, but her eyes were tired

"Are you tired?" He asked, voice softer than his touch

Kaz's voice would always be in between a rasp and a growl - but not here

His voice was hoarse, but gentle

Just for her

Something that took a while to give in to - was exhaustion

For both of them

But Inej threw that out the window and nodded

Kaz was so warm

He wondered how he would ever managed to leave that couch again

Inej touched his forearm, the skin that wasn't covered by his shirt, tracing the hairs there

It made him shiver

Inej stopped and looked up

They had very few reservations with each other, but at times-

Well, trauma would never really leave them

They were a constant work in progress

But Kaz said, "Your fingers are cold."

He took her bare hand in his

"Look at that," she said, looking down at their hands. "The cold-blooded one is the warm one this time."

"I've put my hands near the fire."

"Or maybe it's just my warmth slipping into you."

Kaz breathed a soft laugh at that. "Maybe, Wraith."

Inej smiled, and touched his cheek

He hovered slightly above her, watching her

"You should rest more often," he told her

Inej shook her head, eyes tracing the contours of his lips, his jawline, like many times before

She said, "It'll go away. It's normal - at this stage."

"So early on?"

"Adjustments have to be made," she laughed softly

Kaz looked down, then hesitantly let his hand wonder to her waist

Inej's eyes grew heavier, but she still took his hand, placing it below her bellybutton, on the small, tiny bump there

Kaz's expression was unreadable

One moment he looked thoughful

He didn't pull his hand away

Inej nuzzled against him, and Kaz brought her closer

Her warmth - forever a reminder that it was real, that she was alive, that she was an anchor, and this boat would remain still and steady, not carried off with the current

And his voice - her forever reminder of a life to come

Of wars won

Inej sighed softly against him as Kaz's thumb brushed her belly back and forth

"Sometimes," she begins to confess, "I am so overwhelmed with the fact that... we created life." A pause. Her eyes unfocus. "I took so many lives in the past. And now I have been given one to protect."

Kaz pulled her closer, protectively. "Every life you took - it was either them or you. And I'm more than glad you chose well."

Inej looked up at him

"We wouldn't be here otherwise," he said slowly. "Neither would our child."

Inej's fingers traced his jaw lightly

Kaz closed his eyes

She said, "I love you."

Kaz opened his eyes, looked into her own, before touching his lips to her brow

Inej's eyes fluttered closed

She knew she was falling asleep, but she still heard him, soft, and gentle, against her. "I love you."

***

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Jerza + Wendy: Found Family

Father-Daughter Dance:

          “Now that we’re done with that job we can stay for the festival, right?” Wendy gasped, clasping her hands together. Around the three mages, the town was preparing for a big festival for the following day. Jellal glanced over at Erza who nodded with a small smile.

          “Well,” he said, scratching the back of his head as they moved on towards their little inn. “I don’t see why not.”

          “I heard they’ll have really good desserts,” Erza said, taking Jellal’s hand in hers. Jellal entwined their fingers offering her a smile.

          “I heard they have dancing!” Wendy beamed. Around them lights and garlands were being strung up. Tomorrow the town would look completely different. “And maybe I’ll find someone to talk to! My favorite part of jobs out of town is meeting new people. It’s always good to make new friends!” She skipped ahead of them. Erza leaned against Jellal’s arm.

          “Are you going to tell her?” She smiled.

          “Tell her what?” He sighed, “That I… I care about her like she was my own daughter?”

          “Yes,” Erza nodded. “Exactly that. You know I’ve said it. I think it’s your turn.”

          “You know I feel that way, but it’s not that easy. What if… what if she doesn’t feel that way at all? What if I’m just like some guy or…?”

          “Jellal,” Erza laughed. “I promise… you’re not just ‘some guy.’” Her expression softened, and Jellal leaned in close to brush a kiss to her lips. “You’re going to put it off again, aren’t you?” She smiled. He didn’t respond.

***

          “Ah! The lights are so pretty!” Wendy gasped. It was only sunset, but the streets were already brightly lit with all the decorative lights. Food stands and market stalls filled one street, games in another, and down in the square were dozens of dancers. It reminded her some of the festivals in Magnolia. There were some girls that looked about Wendy’s age at the edge of the suare where all the dancing was taking place. A live band was to the side, under the eaves of the old inn. Wendy made her way to where the girls stood. One was blonde, the other with dark red hair—which made Wendy think of Erza. As she approached, the blonde haired girl looked up.

          “You’re the wizard girl,” she said.

          “Yes!” Wendy beamed, “I’m Wen—”

          “We know,” the red haired girl shrugged, crossing her arms. “What kind of girl your age joins a wizard guild anyways?”

          “My mother says guilds are for drunk men and girls with nothing good to do.”

          “That’s not true!” Wendy gasped, “My guild is like family!”

          “Why?” The girl with blonde hair scoffed, “Don’t you have a real family?”

          A real family? Wendy’s heart dropped. Like… a mom and a dad? She wished she did have that. Grandeeney had always been like a mother to her, but she had been gone for a long time now and… A thought crossed Wendy’s mind. Erza. But she shook it away. “The guild is my family!” She protested.

          The girls laughed. “You’re an orphan? Did your parents abandon you?”

          “You weren’t good enough for them?!”

          Wendy felt tears welling up in her eyes. Why were they being so cruel?! The announcer near the musicians was announcing a new dance.

          “The father-daughter dance!” The blonde girl gasped, clapping her hands. “We should find our dads!”

          “The other girl glanced over at Wendy, “You should find yours too! Oh… wait…” she burst into giggles again, but her laughter was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice—dripping with rage—as someone stepped into view out of the corner of Wendy’s eyes.

          “Her father is right here.” Her eyes shot up to see him: Jellal! Her heart grew lighter as  he rested a hand on her shoulder. The mage looked furious, with such fire in his expression that the two girls stumbled backwards and then ran without so much as another question. “Wendy?” Jellal crouched down to meet her eyes, “Are you alright?”

          She nodded. What did he say? Had he said he was her father? It was just to get the girls to leave me alone.

          “I was just coming to find you when I heard the announcement,” he smiled a little, around them the music was starting again. “I was wondering if you… wanted to dance…” She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

          “Yes!” She smiled, beaming up at him. He gently pulled her out to the dance floor, holding both her hands. He spun her around once or twice and she found herself laughing, her tears finally gone. But before the dance had ended Jellal paused, letting out a sigh, his smile disappearing.

          “Wendy,” he said, letting out a deep sigh.

          “What’s wrong?”

          “I want you to know that…” he took in a breath, “I was serious about what I said to those girls.”

          “About…” she frowned, trying to process it. “About…?” She felt tears filling her eyes again. About being my father?

          “You’re… you’re like a daughter to me…” She couldn’t help herself. She burst into tears. Jellal was completely bewildered. “I… I’m sorry… I overstepped…” Wendy threw her arms around his middle, sobbing into his coat.

          “No!” she gasped, hugging him as tight as she could. “I’ve never had a dad and… If I were to choose one, you would be it.” Jellal crouched down pulling her tight into his embrace. She clutched his coat. Beside them someone else stood, resting her hand gently on Jellal’s shoulder.

          “Is everything alright?” Erza whispered. Wendy glanced up, grabbing Erza’s hand and pulling her down so she could hug them both.

          “I just love my family,” she sobbed. “I love you both so much.”

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