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(read left to right) childe’s thoughts before he goes into his foul legacy transformation… 

tfw childe is rich in mora, but empty in his heart, what’s uP chilumi stans :((  

another chilumi comic bc i love them so much asdkfjsdf- some dialogue was taken from an rp thread i had with a childe a loooong time ago qq- it comes to that point where lumine realized their parting would be inevitable- but if childe had something of hers, then perhaps, it wouldn’t hurt as much…. a,, 

Amazing!

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“Okay, sorry to interrupt, but—” Lisa says, and Diluc blinks as he jerks his head to look at her. He had forgotten she was here. Her voice is puzzled and delighted at the same time. “—What is going on? Did you two finally have sex, or something? Is that what I’m witnessing here, the morning after?”

Diluc wrinkles his nose in disgust. “No, we did not have sex.”

“Nothing like that, Lisa,” Jean simply laughs. “My husband is just bringing me lunch, that’s all.”

A beat of silence.

Then.

“Your HUSBAND!?”

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Diluc and Jean have been married for years and may have neglected to tell, well…anybody.

i needed a fluff and humor chaser after the last fanfic i wrote kjbkjfabksfjks so heres dilucjean and neither of them have a memory braincell, only love

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a headcanon where Kaz has a nightmare and Inej tries to comfort him? Btw, your writting is so good and Kaz and Inej are so in character, it wouldn't surprise me if you were Leigh undercover :)) ❤️

Ahhh I love this idea! Also, thank you so much, lovely, that’s so nice of you to say ❤️ I hope you like what I came up with!

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the night was so still that it bothered him

they’d been in the farm house for over a week now

and Kaz hadn’t slept for more than a few hours at a time

his mind craved the noise

didn’t miss it

but craved it

the rustle and bustle of the city, horse hooves on the ground, wheels on wet pavements, gunshots and screams, glass shattering and men howling

all of those made up a lullaby for this monster to sleep

and now the monster was wide awake

staring at the window like Inej used to do in the Slat

he watched the still world out there

hazy memories of him falling over those steps, scarring his knees, pushed at the back of his mind

no matter how much Kaz fixed this house, he would never truly fix himself

heal, yes

but there would always be broken parts

nothing can ever be made whole again once it’s so shattered

Inej stirs on the bed

Kaz looks over to see her turning to his side, her head on his pillow

his gaze travelled back to the window

no, it hadn’t been easy

peace came with a price

he’d gladly pay it

for her

for him, too

but mostly for her

I never thought you’d be married, living in a farm, Kaz, his brother would say if he were alive

Neither did I, Jordie

Neither did I

his mind had been reliving Inej bleeding in his arms

cutting to Van Eck chopping off her legs

right before he awoke, Inej had been screaming, All your fault in his ears

“Kaz.”

Inej joined him on the window seat

this was her favourite spot in the whole house

in the mornings, the sun would make patterns through the lace curtains

and she would read, unbothered by the world, with a cup of tea, before she got to work

sometimes he’d watch her for a little while, just marvelling at her

he breathes a tired sigh now as Inej looks at him

her knee touches his own

instead of pushing away, he leans into that touch

“Nightmares?” She softly asks

his silence is her answer

“What was it this time?”

“You,” he said, his voice a croak, “dying.”

Inej looks out the window for a bit, watching the clouds change colour as dawn slowly arrives. “It will take some getting used to for both of us.”

he nods, but she continues, “Birds have wings since birth, but they don’t learn to fly for a while. You can’t expect to fly so soon.”

“Suli proverb?” He turns his eyes to her

Inej’s hair sticks out of her braid

her cheeks are rosy, as if her skin remembers his kisses

she smiles slightly. “No, just a thought.” She hugs her knees to her chest. “I like it here, Kaz. I like it here more than I thought I could like anywhere.” She breathes in. “It’s going to be a bright day,” Inej says as the first sun rays appear

then she looks at him in reassurance

“You have not lost me,” Inej murmurs to him

“I know, Wraith.” But that’s a lie, really

he’s afraid of losing her everyday, in many ways

Inej says, “When nightmares plague me, I lie very still. I remind myself why I’m still here. Why I still fight. I look at you by my side, and I think of my parents. I think of my crew. I think of all the people we have helped and all of the terrible ones we have doomed, and I tell myself I made it here. Monsters can’t catch you if you outrun them.”

“Wise words for a cripple.”

Inej smiles, slowly takes his hand. “Don’t ruin my metaphor.”

Kaz squeezes her fingers, finding reassurance and comfort in that warmth

so alive, her pulse

so warm, her skin

“I never allowed myself to be lazy before,” she says. “To spend a day in bed.”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“I want you with me,” she says softly, “Whatever awaits us in Ketterdam can wait a few more days. I am not ready to share you.”

Kaz manages a grin. “Come here.”

she does, sitting with him

Kaz opens space for her, and slowly wraps his arms around her with a deep breath, her back pressed against his chest

Inej rests her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. “Kaz?”

“Hm?”

“I remember every kiss you gave me, and every touch, and every word,” she whispers. “I remember having you wake up next to me for the first time, how tired your eyes looked, how messy your hair was. I remember the smile you gave me then, too. I remember it all. I think of that, too, when the monsters try to catch me.”

he doesn’t know what to say

there are too many words in his heart, in his mouth

too many things he wants to confess

he just squeezes her closer to him

and then, when courage arrives, he says, “You give me wings, Inej.” He kisses the top of her head. “You give me wings.”

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Zhongli: Here you go. Nice, hot cup of coffee.

Childe: it’s cold...

Zhongli: Nice cup of coffee.

Childe: it tastes horrible...

Zhongli: Cup of coffee.

Childe: I’m not sure if this is even coffee.

Zhongli: Cup

Hi there!! Can i please request for something with childe, kaeya, diluc, xiao and zhongli where the reader is very shaken and they find out it's because the reader was harassed? Have a wonderful day! :)

Yep! Here it is!

I hope you have a wonderful day too!

[ i... don't like how it turned out but in the end i cant figure another way to do it. ]

[[ WARNING: HARASSMENT ]]

[[ Summary: You just wanted to go about your own business and not cause problems... But it seems not everyone respected that. Mostly unharmed, but a little worse for wear... You just wanted to hide for a little bit. What better place than in his arms?

Total Word Count: 2'485

Childe Word Count: 594

Kaeya Word Count: 377

Diluc Word Count: 621

Xiao Word Count: 422

Zhongli Word Count: 471 ]]

Childe

You, weakly, rubbed at your lower back, it still aching when you landed on the ground--hard--and how it was jabbed with a rock or... Something. It hurt, severely. You'd be alright, just... People being too rough, probably drunk or... Maybe high.

You half-limped, half-shuffled your way into the house, pulling off your coat and setting it on a hook, and kicking off your damned shoes. But, your moment of peace and quiet was quickly ruined by the sound of Childe's heavy footsteps, when he came running like an oversized pup.

He almost dove at you in a hug, but you flinched, "Don't!" You shouted... And he stopped, stunned, arms wide open for a hug, looking at you with fear. "I... I'm hurting a little, I just didn't want you to accidentally make it worse."

That calmed Childe, only a little. "Alright--can I still hug you, though? I'll be gentle." He reassured, sweetly, and you nodded. He simply hugged you close, pressing your body to his, and-

Your knees buckled, and you felt his arms tighten, groaning in pain at the sensation. Then, you realized you were being moved, and eventually sat down in a chair.

Your legs gave out, you only just realized.

"I... I'm sorry," you muttered, "I've... I'm really out of it. I'm okay, I promise."

Childe shook his head, "No, nono, you're not allowed to do that. Don't comfort me, something's wrong with you."

You stared for a moment... And sighed.

"I just got..." You thought, trying to figure out a way to word it that wouldn't make him run outside in a homicidal rage, "People made bad decisions, got a little handsy, and I got pushed around a bit... I'm just tired." You tried to convince him, but he got on one knee in front of you, to better look at your face as you sat.

"And do you know these people?" He asked, eyes wide but the rest of his face lacking any readable expression.

"No," you said, instantly, "Childe... Ajax, you're scaring me. You know I don't like it when you... Get like this."

Childe blinked once-twice, and his expression softened. "I'm sorry... I just-I don't like the idea of anyone hurting you... Even myself."

You cupped his jaw, sweetly, and smiled. "I know," you said, softly. "I know you don't. But I'm okay. We're okay. I'm just tired." You smiled a little wider, "I'll write down names next time, okay?" You half joked, "and my powerful warrior can go defend my pride and... Purity, I guess."

He chuckled, "Purity? I've defiled that already..." He only laughed for a few moments... And went quiet. "Do you need help getting to bed? I can order food, or if you want, I can get us some drinks... Or whatever you want." He insisted, still smiling happily.

"Can you just rub my back? I hit it hard when I fell..."

His eyes widened again, "Is-Is that why you fell, did you hit your spine-"

"No," you quickly reassured, "I fell because I'm exhausted."

He stared at you... Unsure.

"Alright. Let's get you to bed so I can rub your back how you like."

Which meant he was going to half help, half drag you to bed, get you undressed, lie you on your front until you dozed off, softly breathing from the relaxation

And he'd always end up waking you a tiny bit when he put you onto your side, a pillow between your knees, and a kiss on your cheek.

But you couldn't ever manage to be angry about it.

Kaeya

"I'm home!" Kaeya cheered--he had even gotten a bottle of wine to... well, he would say celebrate, but there wasn't anything to celebrate. Maybe just to enjoy the night, to make something from nothing.

But there was no reply... he figured it wasn't anything to worry about, maybe you were showering, or something... he set the bottle down on the table, resolving to come back to it a little later that night, getting off his coat, setting it on the chair... better to not risk ruining that, after all.

As he walked through the halls, looking around for you, wondering if you had gone out for something, he saw light from the bathroom, smiling--And he walked to see...

You were staring at the mirror, shaking like a leaf in the wind, eyes wide... but somehow empty of any emotion, of any life, as though you were just a statue.

He took a few steps over, "... Baby?" He asked, softly, and you jumped, eyes wide in horror--you were still wet, and a towel wrapped around you.

"Just me, just me..." He soothed, softly, and you took a deep breath...

"I'm sorry," you said, softly, "I've... just had a hard day."

Kaeya walked past you into the bathroom, grabbing a second towel to help dry you off, figuring you'd need such help, "Do you want to talk about it?"

For several long moments, you looked in the mirror, seeing Kaeya gently taking care of you, from fixing your hair to gently tucking up the towel covering you, as though he had not seen you completely naked several times before.

"We don't have to talk," he finally said, "I got wine, would that help?" He asked, a smile that bled concern.

"No," you admitted, genuinely, "I don't want to drink. I'm sorry."

He tsk'd his tongue gently, "Sorry this, sorry that, but what are you apologizing for?" He teased, gently, "You've had a rough day, and you're tired, and there's a few bruises on you... You did nothing but your best... and survive." He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"How about we go cuddle and you can tell me if you want, and if not, I can read to you."

"... that sounds nice. Thank you, Kaeya."

"You're welcome, sweetness."

Diluc

Maybe you liked to abuse the fact that you got free wine just a little bit. Diluc would always give it to you, within reason, and it's not like you were using him only for free wine!

It was just a nice bonus.

But the loud, crass tavern was not. Another one of those nights when people got paid and decided to blow their newfound money on drink, and then look into their wallets confused the next day, wondering where it had all gone. Diluc didn't even need an explanation, silently wishing he could leave with you, as he gave you a glass to enjoy outside--less people went outside during these days, for whatever reason.

You leaned back in your seat, backrest lightly tapping against the stone wall behind you, tilting the glass to your lips as you sipped lightly, savoring the taste....

Ah, if only Charles could be working tonight. Right now, cuddling up to warm, snuggly Diluc was a lot more appealing than sitting alone with the wind threatening to pick up and to start cutting at your skin. Just one night, not even one full night, just a few more hours and you could both go home

"Hey tiny," You heard a voice say, and you looked over, seeing a man pull up a seat next to you--you could see why he would call you tiny, he himself was quite massive in size, "What's someone like you doing out alone in the cold?" He leaned over the table, setting one elbow on it as he propped his head up with one hand. No longer sitting back, you straightened your spine and set down your glass with more force than was necessary back onto the table.

"I apologize," you said, "But I'm not in the mood for talking."

"Well," he said, sitting up again, "Maybe I'm not either," he pushed himself to his feet, his hands on the table, and you were effectively trapped--he able to easily block your escape whether you went around either side of the table, or if you went under or above it.

Fingertips trembled around your glass of wine, and you had an idea, standing slowly, and you walked around one side of the table, slowly, and he closed in, smiling wide--

You cracked the glass across his face, it shattering and slicing open his cheek, he reeling for just a moment from the shock, and the pain, you dashing over to the door, tears in your eyes as you finally got over to the door, fumbling desperately for a second until it flung open, and you ran in.

Diluc all but jumped over the bar upon seeing your distress through the crowd, Kaeya shouting in surprise, but it went forgotten as he rushed over you, holding you close to him, the bar gone silent.

You, for a second, just sobbed into his chest, "I... Diluc, he's outside, he..."

It was deafening to hear your own voice with so many people surrounding. Diluc's eyes narrowed, glaring--for a moment, you wondered if he was angry at you, but still hold your wrist tight, he went out front, dragging you along.

When the two of you found yourself outside, there was no one, but spilled wine, shattered glass, and a little blood was evident. You looked at Diluc as he scanned the area... and he looked back to you.

"I'm sorry," he said, softly. "... Kaeya owes me. I'll tell him to staff the bar, and then we'll go home... did he...?"

You shook your head, "Just... scared me."

He nodded, "You know I won't judge you."

"... I know. Thank you."

"... Mn. This night's gone on long enough, lets go home and get it over with already."

Xiao

Tourist, many would call you, even if you came to the Wangshu Inn not to simply say you came, but to see someone you truly care for... and perhaps, from time to time, you focus on commissions instead, but this said someone is always worth it, with the few, loving touches he offer.

People got rowdy, and you could only panic when they grabbed you by the wrists, a big and powerful man. Only because several others were able to pry him off of you did you escape, majorly, unharmed. Your hands tingled, the grip too tight and too crushing, and you could tell they'd be bruised. It could've been worse, but...

All you wanted was to sit down and relax with his head on your lap, and surrounded by a comfortable silence.

You found your way to your usual room, and you sat down at a chair next to a table, lifting your hands and gently rubbing at your wrists... Maybe you should go purchase a salve before he got here? You didn't need to demand he appear immediately, you were alright with waiting, much to his dismay when you would have fallen asleep without him, he having to, stealthy, crawl into bed with you...

"... You're early."

You jumped, and Xiao stood there, spinning his spear in one hand, and then it disappeared into fragments of light, dismissed for the time being.

"Well, I missed you." You said, with a smile. He didn't smile--but that was normal. He walked over to you, and grabbed your hand, turning it so your wrist faced upwards, and he glared at the redness, the bruises already forming.

"What happened?" He asked, then grabbing for your other hand, doing the same and his scowl only increasing as he realized it was on both wrists.

"Just... a drunkard." You said, plainly, "People do stupid things when they drink."

He didn't seem pleased with that answer, "They hurt you." His hands trembled, but he was careful to not crush your hands, still holding them delicately.

"Everyone gets hurt," you tried to soothe his anger, "I'll be okay. I promise... I'm just... sore."

He sighed, "I'm going to get you something to put on that-" he tried to move, but you held onto his hands--tight enough that he couldn't easily pull them away.

"No, no..." You muttered, softly, "You never hold my hands. Stay? For a few minutes?"

He stared down at your hands... and held on a little tighter, taking a seat near you.

"... just a few minutes."

Zhongli

The door swung open, slamming against the nearby wall, and it creaked weakly as it tried to, slowly, swing back to it's closed position.

Zhongli jumped, his spear in hand, summoned by little more than instinct as he heard the noise, but there was no intruder, only you, as you ran and held him, sobbing into his chest.

Without any effort, his spear disappeared, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close in a firm but still gentle hold.

"Love..." He whispered, softly, "What's wrong?"

For several long moments, you didn't say anything, and he just looked over you... Labored breathing, likely from running, or perhaps just distress.

He couldn't see any injuries, nor smell blood, even with his keen sense of smell, so perhaps you were... Fine?

... hm.

Eventually, your sobbing turned from cries to whimpers, and he managed to get you to sit down.

"Here," he set down some tissues, "The door is open. I'm going to go close it, get you some water, then... We can talk about it, okay?"

Through sniffles, you nodded, and he did as he said: The soft sound of the door clicking, running water, and then he came back, setting the glass down and lifting you effortlessly, setting you onto his lap before grabbing the glass and offering it to you once again.

"Did something do something to you?" He asked, voice low and smooth, as always, but softer than normal, as though he was afraid he could accidentally break you with his words.

Choked up, you slowly managed to explain it, all but being dragged into an alley, your head bashed against the stone ground, and you barely got away, so upset you couldn't think.

He was calm, but were you not present, he would be shredding some poor, poor vermin of Liyue to shreds.

Instead, he pressed a kiss atop your head, gently.

"I'm going to make sure there's no lasting damage, alright?" He knew the signs to look for, after all, "If there is, I will escort you to a healer... If not, would you like to go to sleep? You seem quite tired."

You nodded, and he made quick work. A bruise was forming on your scalp, oh, there'd be a bump, but a few more moments of examining your features, your eyes, and ensuring you were responding properly...

He held out a little bit of medicine, "Nothing that won't heal on its own, this can make it a bit more tolerable, my dear," he hummed, sweetly, and held out his arms for you, patiently waiting for you to jump into them so he could sweep you up and tuck you into bed...

Silently ruing that he couldn't protect you, but promising himself he'd work harder to ensure you wouldn't have to come home crying like this again.

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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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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Albedo and klee story pary 2

Original comic credits: https://mobile.twitter.com/ecxiya/status/1346405415706267650

reposting my first chilumi art/comic!!! (read left to right)……. 

yes, i did not choose this ship, this ship choose me….. :((