Happy Birthday TarTar Sauce Tartaglia!💦

their interaction in this event are priceless lmaoo so of course i need to draw them a bit

i want to draw razor too but i’ll save it for another post hhshshshs

cringe archons in our fail economy

Diluc: [tapping fingers on table]

Kaeya: [taps fingers back furiously]

Lumine: ...what’s going on?

Jean: Morse code. They’re talking.

Diluc: --. .-. .- .--. . / .--- ..- .. -.-. . / .. ... / -... . - - . .-. / - .... .- -. / .-- .. -. .

Kaeya: [slams hands on table] YOU TAKE THAT BACK

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

investigation complete

Brunita, yesterday I saw an Alf x Liza old headcannon and I miss my other babies... Do you have any really cute/fluffy ones? Maybe when they're kids and not together, like 6-7 y/o?

María!! Of course!! My gosh, I missed Alf x Liza SO MUCH. I decided to mix in some Kanej like that nonnie asked, because I miss them just as much :’)

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A/N: If you guys don’t know about my Six of Crows gen 2, Liza is Kanej’s daughter, and Alf is Wesper’s son! You can read more about those two here.

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it didn’t matter that he was a year older

she terrified him

not in the way that the kids at school frightened him, not at all

but in a way that made his heart catch in his throat

that made his chest ache 

especially now, as he watched her walk the rope that she’d tied between two thick oak trees, graceful as a bird

ever since they were little, Alf and Liza hadn’t missed a single weekend together

they were inseparable

Alf could remember being smaller and running around in Kaz and Inej’s farm, chasing her through wildflowers and trying not to trip on rocks

he could remember feeding the little ducklings at the pond with her

and saving a little bird that had fallen from his nest - how brave she’d been that day, to climb the tree and place the little one back

“You should be careful,” he tells her now, watching her and wincing with every step she took

she never fell

or he never saw her fall

at last, Liza jumps to the ground, landing like a cat

she smiles tauntingly, “One of these days, you have to stop worrying about every little thing.”

she has grass stains all over her dress

and leaves in her black, wild hair

“Let me have my worry,” he says back, crossing his arms

Liza pushes his blond hair away from his eyes and said, “You worry too much, Alf. One of these days you’re going to get a headache so bad you won’t be able to move. Or you’ll grow another brain so this one can rest,” she pokes the center of his forehead and laughs when he pushes her hand away

the summer afternoons are long and lazy, with them lying on the grass and bathing in the pond, catching frogs just to let them go again

now, she falls backwards, spreading her arms over the flowers

she says, staring up at the sky, “Papa is teaching me card tricks.”

Alf lies down next to her, breathing in the summer air. “Yeah?”

Liza rises on one elbow and looks at him, “I think I’m pretty good at it.”

“You should show me sometimes.”

“I wonder, though, where he learnt it,” she frowns. “Papa is really good at it.”

Alf looks at her. “Ask him.”

“I have,” she says. “But he always says he learned on his own. He never says anything else.”

“Maybe that’s all there is.”

“There’s always more to a story,” Liza murmurs, and lies back down

that makes him think

that’s what she told him once, one day after school, where she’d caught him crying after some kid made fun of him

called him Bastard

Alf didn’t even know what a bastard was supposed to be then - he’d just thought it to be a rude word you called people that you didn’t like

he’d learned over the years what the kid had meant

Alf didn’t have a mother - had never met her

his dads had told him the story - how his aunt Inej had rescued his mother in one of her travels, how she’s given birth to him on that boat, how she’d passed away right after

they’d wanted him to know, they said

they told him what his mother had told Inej that day - the day he was born

they told him of his father, a fjerdan on his way to return to his wife, only to be assassinated on the way to their house

that day, Alf had also learned what assassinated meant

thought his dads had put it gently, Alf had always been a smart kid

he read a lot

so he knew that mean people had done terrible things to his biological parents

he also knew that, if it hadn’t been for Inej, if it hadn’t been for his dads, he probably would never have found himself here - next to Liza, watching the skies, his hair still damp from swimming

Liza had told him, after he’d been angry at the kids for making fun of him, for calling him bastard, “There’s so much more to you than what they think you are.”

there’s so much more to a story

Alf guessed it was easy for her to stay that - she was brave, and unrelenting, and didn’t care what people thought

“”Are you okay?” She whispers to him now, worried, bringing him back to the present

“Yeah,” Alf says. “Just thinking.”

satisfied with that, Liza pats his knee. “I’m going to swim again.”

“I’ll be right there,” Alf murmurs

Liza runs to the pond, and flings herself in, dress and all, startling some ducks that lounged on the grass

Alf watches her, sighing quietly to himself

he never thinks about his biological parents much

his dads are all he ever knew

and they are his, entirely his, even if he isn’t blood

they are his family

as much as Kaz and Inej aer his family

as much as Nina and Matthias are his family

as much as Liza is, too

she calls for him and he waves at her, smiling, mouthing that he’ll be right there

he lies down in the sun for a couple more minutes, thinking

he pities the end his parents got

it unsettles him that there are still people out there that do terrible things to others

it unsettles him even more to know that there are children that will never have his luck

he closes his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away

and then he feels water drip into his face

hovering above him is Liza, smiling down at him

and squeezing the water out of her hair right on top of him

he groans, pushing himself away, “AH! Why would you do that?”

“You were falling asleep in the sun,” Liza laughs. “Look at you - you’re going to get red all over.”

“How friendly of you - to warn me with water on my face.”

she smiles, then takes his hand. “That duck’s been giving me the eye ever since we got here, let’s give him something to talk about to his stupid, snobby friends.”

“Don’t make fun of the duck,” he says, glad to be distracted. “Poor thing.”

Liza scoffs, then sits down at the edge of the pond, before diving down again

the duck flutters his wings and walks away

Alf laughs then, shaking his head, sitting down where she’d previously been, his legs on the water, his shorts wet

she surfaces, then rests a hand on his leg to keep her steady. “You’re not well today.”

she notices everything

that also terrifies him a bit

“I’m just thoughtful,” he splashes her gently. “Let me be.”

“I’ll never let you be,” she shows him her tongue, and he laughs. “Trying to get rid of me will only make me bother you more. What’s on your mind?”

Alf sighs softly, “I’ll tell you one day.”

Liza rolls her eyes. “Tell me tomorrow then. As good a day as any.”

he smiles, watching her swim, opening his mouth to retort-

“LIZA, ALF.”

Alf turns as his uncle limps his way to the porch

“Come back home, dinner is almost ready.”

“We’re coming, uncle Kaz.”

Liza waves, grinning, and Kaz gives her a smile, gesturing with his head for her to come home. “Get yourselves dry, then come eat.”

Liza gives Alf a secret win. “I’ll find out how he knows all those tricks.”

Alf grins. “I suppose you want my help.”

In the kitchen, Inej secretely watches through the window

Kaz comes around, wrapping his arms around Inej from behind her

“Did you see it?” She whispers to him, as Kaz nuzzles his face on her neck

Kaz grins. “She’s good. She’s like you.”

Inej turns to him, biting her lip as if to keep her smile to herself. “Can you believe I taught her that dismount once?”

“I can,” Kaz nods. “She’s your daughter, of course she’s good at it.”

Inej smiles. “She’s her father’s daughter, too. I know you’ve been teaching her tricks.”

Kaz’s chuckle is hoarse and raspy. He says, “She’s too good. I used to go mad with rage because I had to repeat the motions time and time again, but she...picked it up the first time.”

Inej rests her forehead against his chest, smiling to herself

Kaz holds her, kissing the top of Inej’s head. “Eight years ago, I was petrified that I would taint her;” he murmurs, as if he’s speaking to himself. “I thought that, somehow, some of that... darkness would be born in her, too.” Kaz looks out the window thoughtfully, watching as his daughter dances around in the sun. “But she’s the sun.”

Inej looks at him, then touches his cheek. “What darkness?”

“I-”

“What darkness?” She whispers, pulling him down for a kiss

Kaz breathes against her, leaving his cane on the side, his hands touching the counter behind Inej

she pulls back with a smile, then kisses the tip of his nose. “That is lives’ away. Think only of light, Kaz. That is our life now.”

he nods, speechless, his brow touching hers

the garden door opens, and Liza stands there, making a face, Alf on her heels. “Gross,” she tells them both, before making her way to the table

Inej pats Kaz’s chest, laughing softly to herself

they share a look, but say nothing as they depart, and join the children at the table.

***

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