#bc kae is MEANT for him

[grapecaseschoices]

their height differences *twirls hair*

[dutybcrne]

A little known fact is Kaeya usually tends to cry out of frustration. Little known, because he tends to be so good at masking it and holding back when it comes to a head, with only Adelinde having been the one he felt comfortable enough to cry around, back in his youth.

Nowadays, he will adamantly refuse to cry in front of anyone, even those he’s closest to. But if one who knows him well enough might happen to witness his lashes seemingly fluttering as he rolls his eyes after a verbal bout with Diluc, they’ll know.

They’ll know.

[queenpiranhadon]

Hey hey

I wanted to request a dad aizawa x singer daughter :))

She is his only and biological daughter and wanted since she was little to become a singer and musician but never told Aizawa becase she thought he would told her to become a hero, and one day he finds her singing and playing an dificult instrumen.

Thankss

A/N: HIII IM SORRY THIS MIGHT BE KINDA BAD BC I HAVENT HAD A HEART TO HEART WITH MY DAD IN A WHILE LOLLL Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): reader uses she/her pronouns, slight cursing, inaccurate Japanese translations lol, violin terms bc I'm a violinist :), reader's biological mom is dead, Aizawa became a dad at 19 - he's like 34 in this jsyk, reader's 15-16 yrs old, mentions of being disowned, fluff, mentions of depression and death, Kae makes a really bad pun, hime means princess in Japanese

Pairing(s): Shota Aizawa x daughter f!reader (PLATONIC)

Link to the song in this fic~

•─────•°•❀•°•──── ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜʀɪ ────•°•☁︎•°•────•

“Goddamnit!” you groan, as you fiddle with your violin. (LMAO PUN!! sorry) 

Your fingers ached, as you tried to nail down the pizzicato run at the top of the page. However, your fingers refused to move with the fluency they used you, and you felt the calluses starting to develop on the surface of your fingertips. 

Self-teaching yourself to play the violin was a pain in the ass, but you were determined to go to a performing arts school once you graduated junior high. 

The only problem? 

Your father was Shota Aizawa, underground pro hero Eraser Head, and was not only a pro, but also a teacher at UA High School- one of the top schools for pro heroes in training. 

You loved your father to the ends of the earth, as he did you, considering your small family only consisted of the two of you, your mother having died during childbirth. Aizawa, only 19 at the time, struggled with the loss of his lover, but you helped him get through it. 

You were his pride and joy, the perfect combination of his love and himself, his precious daughter. 

Nothing you could do could make him hate you. 

And you knew that, but your insecurities were bigger. 

What if he wanted you to become a pro hero like him? 

In all honesty, you didn’t see that future for yourself. It was an honorable job, one that you knew was very important, and a job many children wished to have in the future, and yet, that was never your dream. 

Pro heroes went out every day, fighting with their lives on the line, patrols constantly, dealing with paparazzi, not to mention the

paperwork

. 

It wasn’t that you weren’t ambitionless, no, certainly not, but it wasn’t something you found passion in. 

But to be fair, if you were successful in your career path, there would sure be a lot of paparazzi either way. 

You were set on following a path into the performing arts, but it was always a little disheartening whenever you heard your Uncle Hizashi or Auntie Nemuri go “Awww Y/N! You’re going to be an amazing pro hero when you’re older, so kind and so determined” 

You knew they meant well, but still. 

Sighing you set down your violin, gently setting it down in your case and safely securing you bow in before tucking it underneath your bed. That’s where most of your instrumental arsenal lived, all compact and tucked away, awaiting your every musical whim. 

You worked tirelessly to earn enough money for each of your instruments for the past two years, combing through online marketplaces and sales to find decently priced quality instruments. 

Grabbing your keyboard and setting it up, your fingers find their way to ivory keys that played a sequence you knew well. 

The notes left your fingers immediately, music filling your bedroom walls as a stream of tunes flow like a waterfall, smooth and connected, and yet, somehow still intense in its own way. 

Music is a form of communication, you always thought. The right notes paired together convey moods, thoughts, feelings. It always amazed you how something as simple as sequential pitches could convey something words never could. 

Ai shika kanjitaku mo nai (I don't want to feel anything but love) you sang, letting yourself get lost in the music. 

Mou nan no wakehedate mo na (There's no difference anymore)

Matomete kakatte kinasai (Please call all at once)

Ima nara subete uketomeru kara (I'll accept everything now)

~

You finish the song with a resounding chord, the room eerily quiet without any music flowing through it, until a slow clap breaks the silence. 

“Well, what do we have here?” 

You jump in surprise, scrambling away from the keyboard to see your father standing in the doorway of your room, the look on his face unreadable. 

You turn bright red and feel your heart sink. 

You never told your father about your dreams and aspirations for the future- what would be say now? 

You steel yourself, taking in a deep breath. 

Calm down, Y/N. He wouldn’t disown you because you don’t want to be a pro. And plus, it’s my life! I should have a say in what I want to do. You think to yourself. 

“Dad, I don’t want to be a pro hero...” you mumble out, refusing to look at him. “I want to be a musician, or a singer! I really like music and it just...really makes me happy.” 

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and you think with a sinking heart that he’s furious, but then a chuckle is heard, almost deafening in the silent room. 

“Oh, thank god.” he exhales in relief, leaving you staring at him, dumbfounded. 

“Y-You’re not mad...?” you ask, extremely confused. 

“Oh no, of course not hime - don't even think that. I'm so sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me anything. ” he says, and you’re put at ease. “Everyday, pro heroes go through pain and hardships to try to save the people of this world.” 

He sighs “Many pros lose their sanity and fall into an abyss of depression and despair because it’s too much for them. “he looks at you, his eyes genuine and sincere. “I don’t want that life for you.” 

You hug him, and his arms wrap around you comfortingly. 

“I love you dad.” 

“I love you too, hime.” 

Then he pulls away with a sly grin on his face. “So, you gonna show me what you’ve been working on?” 

Your face flushes and you shove his arm playfully. 

“Dad!” 

[kaelily]

i saw ur post abt kae and klee on vacation but isn't kaeya more like a brother to her? i mean HSKJSH i know its as a joke and all but it just got me thinking. consider - in the original he refers to himself (and klee refers to him like that as well) 'gege' and i think its rlly cute they canonically added it bc he's lil like an older brother to her 😭 i wish en version had this little addition too

OH ITS OKAY I JUST MEANT IT AS A JOKE 😭😭

i firmly believe that klee sees her as a big brother too!! i just made the joke cuz he was acting like a single mom the entire event and i thought it was funny LMAO

[yumenosakiacademy]

things tht happened on halloween 2022!

i saw kae!! it’s been 4ever since i saw them... even b4 i stopped walking outside, i hadnt seem em around!! i said hello n gave em a few pettings ><

apparently the guy who knows me as the 1 w the tablet is named Greg n he asked what my real name is so he could finally kno n stop calling me by the nickname he gave me n i gave him 2 of my internet aliases instead. he seemed 2 like 1 of em lol.

tht 1 old couple recognized me again this yr n the old guy asked if i was 20 n i said Close n he also asked if id gotten the job i was wanting yet n i told them 1 of my future plans.

a girl at a house was giving out homemade halloween kandi! 1 had spooky in letter beads but i picked the 1st 1 i saw so unfortunately i didnt get it ;w; i called them kandi tho n she said “thts exactly what they r!” when i clarified i meant kandi like bracelets not Candy n i think she might b a raver...? or knows of rave culture! i wonder if she was at the nekomimi rave 2 nights ago in the nearby big city? anyway i 4got 2 take from 1 of the bowls tht had a non-candy sweet bc i got distracted by the fact she had lil cotton cand tub n i asked if i could hav 1 n she said yes so i got whats apparently pumpkin pie cotton candy!

saw a guy (kind of cute. ngl. idk his age tho, so,,) giving out candy in a panda kigurumi n i complimented him on it n i heard him mutter as i walked away “why do they hav a backpack...??” n in my brain im like oh ho boy do u simply think im only getting a meager lil bag of candy? im in this 4 the HAUL! even as a kid i carried an extra sack >:3c

a guy gave me a handful from his bowl but i saw he had fruit snacks in the bowl n i didnt think any were in the handful so i said “!! can i hav 1 of the fruit snacks? :3″ n he said, amused n confused “u want the fruit snacks?” (as if he expected i would want candy instead) n i happily nodded n i got 1 of the packs.

the house tht gave those lil church bags last yr had a bucket we could take multiple things of but there were so many ppl there at once so i jus grabbed 2 of what looked like squeezable applesauce drinks but when i got home i found out they were unsweetened :/ wish id looked more t the box 2 see what was in there.

1 house had a box full of kids picture books n it said 2 take 1? i didnt bc i had no need 4 1 but i found tht interesting.

i was offered a hot dog (n i think an option of another grilled meat food) by a lady at a house where i was given 2 bags of chips late at night (they were having a bbq on their driveway) but i said “ah, no im vegetarian ^^;;” n the guy next 2 her was like “whatd u say??” n the others had 2 tell him but they emphasized tht i said vegetarian not vegan. dunno what thts abt lol.

[onyourhyuck]

Sweater Weather. | J.JH (M) Part 2 <3

prologue- “I wish you could see the way i see you.” + “This might sound crazy but can i kiss you?”

tw- friend’s older brother!jaehyun x fem!y/n. sungchan is jaehyun’s younger brother. y/n has the fattest crush on jae and he finds it rly cute. cute fluff moments here and there. he loves that y/n is a little bit innocent. he kinda just wants to keep y/n in his pocket. Soft fluff nothing smut related bc the way I wrote this was a different vibe.

notes- Heavily inspired by Sweater Weather By Neighbourhood. <3

tag list- @kae-t-eee <3 @j69no <3 @pretiurs <3 @seodami <3 @humongouscowboyskeletonranch <3 @hwaluvx <3 @caramelhyunn <3 @seokjinnjuice <3 @revie-ann <3 @ytzvivi <3

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two weeks has passed and you finally stopped tutoring sungchan because he had the upcoming tests which will prove if he was even listening to you the entire time.

you weren’t necessarily too fussed if he didn’t pass but you would be happier if he did, considering the amount of work he made you tutor him. it would be nice to see him see a difference in his grades.

right now your class has been dismissed and after that you had no class on, nothing planned or scheduled either. So you took your time packing up your school bag, putting forth the text books and pencil case in it.

“Y/n!”

Sungchan runs up to you like there was no tomorrow possible— you turn around in slight surprise as he saw you jump. He really needs to stop sneaking up on you, doesn’t he realise you have one life only? The boy smiles ear to ear as he would open up a grade report card.

He widely shows to the girl the red grades with eighty percent in both English and calculus class. She looks up at Sungchan with curved eyebrows. “Oh my god that’s amazing sungchan, I knew you could do it.”

You clap your hands but the boy went to leap-frog hug you, quite literally make you almost stumble and lose your balance. Sungchan widely exclaims.

“Without you it wasn’t possible, believe me! But thank you so much again y/n.” Sungchan tells letting go off the sudden hug he has placed on you. Your cheeks turn a light reddish colour. You weren’t used to being thanked, at least not as much as Sungchan especially when it really was just… tutoring?

you give him a slight nudge to his elbows. “come on it’s not like i really did some wonderful thing. i’m sure anyone would tutor you if they were in my place.” Sungchan gives you a short glance. “but not as good as you, that’s for sure.”

he thinks you’re good. Y/n blinks in another set of surprises but nods slowly. you pick up your bag from the desk putting it on one shoulder, you fix your cardigan that you’re wearing as well the flowy black skirt and knee high socks.

Sungchan would see you walk past him bowing goodbye but then he reaches to hold them hem of your shirt line a lost puppy; as if he had more to say. You turn around raising an eyebrow.

“Uhm, remember how my brother invited you to the trip down to the villa?”

Y/n slowly nods, murmuring softly towards the boy. Sungchan hums. “It’s today. When I come home we’ll be leaving immediately. Do you want to tag along still?”

“But that’s really…too much to accept— I feel bad.” You begin to spit jambles but sungchan paused you with finger placed between your lips. You immediately seal your lips shut. This was really sudden too. Sungchan curls a smile.

“Think of it like a holiday because you helped me a lot. Yeah? So please tag along my brother never invites anyone down to the villa!”

And that’s exactly how you got yourself in this situation. You were residing in the jung villa that was actually on a cute little private beach. It was meant to be relaxing but you felt far from it.

You explore inside the villa a little bit. Sungchan was nowhere to be seen, as he was most likely packing, so you took your free curiosity to sneak around the rooms.

One room instantly welcomes you into music glory. It was as if your candy store needed a definition, this would be it. Room aesthetically pleasing with white and red band posters, followed with the Neighbourhood, Cigarettes after sex and many more. There was multiple layers of shelves holding large vinyls. On the other side there was a book shelf ton of CDS and a player next to it.

Y/n’s lips carve into a circle, wowing with big gasps unable to keep the excitement in. Your body froze like a grounding tree in middle of nowhere, feeling rooting to the floor, clearing taking in the situation.

Your brown sparkling eyes pry on the vinyl section, running down fingertips to the covers of very famous banging tunes; Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley… you felt like were like in multiple universes.

“I love that one too.”

Jaehyun soon beams out of nowhere behind your shoulders, peaking down at your hands who were busily holding on one of the cigarette after sex’s vinyl. He felt your entire soul jump out your body, because when you turned around your lips fell into a small soft spoken shout.

“Oh! I’m sorry I-“ you look down pushing the vinyl back where it belongs. Y/n turns to look at Jaehyun who flashes her a little smile. “I was being nosey.” You respond. The man leans closer to the section where you used to stand, grabbing out the same album you pick out earlier.

He wipes the little dust left on. “You’re free to roam wherever you want y/n.” Jaehyun encourages, in fact the point of staying here was to enjoy yourself.

You watch him walk to the vinyl player as he took it out, pushing it into the clipping brown rustic structure; it was an antique, it looks as expensive and valuable than you could imagine a normal vinyl not being able to compare it together. Your body larks behind Jaehyun who was much taller than you.

The music softly coos out like magical words. Jaehyun turns to you. “Do you like cigarettes after sex?”

“I love cigarettes after sex actually. How about you..?” Y/n gestures with her little hands that he quickly caught on. He grins. “Me too. My favourite band.”

The quiet room was filled with the music playing gently, soothing these two to enjoy their sense of love for music. Seemingly you and jaehyun have a lot in common— more than you could admit. The both of you enjoy listening to the same music, especially in your free time. Your favourite food would be pizza. Favourite fruit is a peach. Then there was obviously lots of difference between you and jaehyun.

He was good at sports. You were not, in fact you would wish sports (cough mostly in schools) was banned. It’s more like you hate doing it, but you wouldn’t mind watching sports. Just as long as you stayed away from a ball and running on a field.

Jaehyun sucks badly at drawing. You were good at it. You enjoy calculus and english more in school than any other subject. Jaehyun enjoys korean literature and history. You both somehow ended up bashing on physics though, no one likes physics.

But most important you and jaehyun speak about high school musical. You guys are absolute simps for high school musical, and you even told him that y’all should watch it together. He was more than happy to go up on that offer.

“Y/n, Hyung!”

The voice distraught your conversation to shatter into silence as both heads turn the same way, standing in the doorway was a very wild looking Sungchan; he had yellow flip swimming flops, goggles on his head and shirtless as he swore swimming trunks.

He puts his hands on his hips, sassily eyeing you and his brother together. “What are you guys doing? Seriously come to the water it’s hella refreshing out there!”

He immediately reaches for your hand dragging you out to the back of the villa house where the shore would be located at. Jaehyun was left stunned as he follows along casually,

You stutter multiple jambles overlapping your words as Sungchan flung you and him into the cold sea water, the waves crashing you back to the shore. You would be met with pale feet as you look up seeing it was Jaehyun standing in front of you.

He bends down with his hand out. Y/n slowly taking it as Jaehyun helps you up. He notices the wet sweater and skirt sticking on your skin like paper. He softly mutters.

“You’re soaking, what if you get sick? he should at least think about your safety.” Jaehyun chides scolding, watching the younger boy in the distance jumping about like a hyperactive squirrel on caffeine.

You laugh suddenly loudly which made Jaehyun to glance at you in surprise. You hold your stomach a little, giggling.

“That was fun actually. Won’t you join us?” You happily ask jumping up and down into the cold water that actually— somehow eased your mood up. As if it was your source of energy. Or maybe it was because the moment was absolutely beautiful. The reddish orange sunset in the background with white transparent clouds, the soft romanticising breeze blowing through your wet curly locks, brushing by your smooth skin and flowy skirt a little.

He came to a realisation that this was the first time he heard you and possibly saw you smile so happily without a single worry or care flowing in your brain. You were in the moment, enjoying it, seizing it like it was the ultimate opportunity to getaway. Jaehyun would watch you wait for him, in middle of the strong beautiful waves flowing back and forth.

You were a sunshine ray, underneath those rims of clouds blocking your shining light.

Hearing no quicker response your hand instead reaches for the wrist pulling the body mass with force. Jaehyun was flung towards your body into the ocean, as you freely swim around watching the man fall into the water. You sit up, twirling into the water.

Splashing Sungchan and Jaehyun at once. The two boys chuckle at your super sudden child-youthful happiness that they never really expected you to have. You are most beautiful when you are happy.

In that moment this will be a memory you will never forget.

After Sungchan’s shanigians, all of you would be curled on the couch at once with a long thick fur texture blanket. The tv was on and the trio were watching one of the high school musical parts.

Sungchan was completely bored out of his mind to the point he slept, leaving you and Jaehyun in the middle together curling watching with anticipation and excitement.

You tut with squeaky voices when ‘Start of something new’ finished. Jaehyun on the other hand was completely mesmerising you from the sidelines, admiring your side profile, the way your eyes exquisitely never miss a single thing, there would always be a thing you catch on quick like a button. Jaehyun loves the way you remind him of so many things, make him feel so many things. You remind him of the ocean waves earlier, they were so calming and beautiful but have their hidden moments that makes them unpredictable.

You remind him of the morning sunrise, because you make him realise that he wants to see you everyday in his life the more he gets closer to you.

You were the epitome of raw beauty.

“Jaehyun you should sing for me.” Y/n suddenly urges as she turns to face the man who was lovestuck at this point. “Hmm what do you want me to sing?”

The girl lays back humming loudly as she thinks. You sit up suddenly in your position when a brilliant idea struck you. “Sweater weather by the neighbourhood. Because today really reminded me of that.”

“The beach was perfect. This entire place is amazing.”

He hears you say.

“Come out with me then.” Jaehyun would suddenly speak as he stands up. He would be wearing those loose pyjama red checkered pants with slippers on and a loose white shirt exposing those prominent collarbones that left you drooling. You blink wondering what could he possibly be leading you to, but without hesitation you take his hand.

You trust him. He smiles gently as he leads you outside to the sandbox beach, keeping a hold on your hand as he starts to shift you around into a twirl. He was dancing with you, slow dancing at that.

Your body stiffens at the movement, but trying your best to let yourself loose and follow along. Jaehyun’s earthy husk tone later fills your head with nothing but the enteral melody,

As he sang exactly the lyrics of sweater weather just for you. Spinning you round his body in the night cold harsh breeze that never stop you. Y/n would be wearing as well oversized shirt and shorts, something that wasn’t hers May you add.

This was actually Jaehyun’s clothes. He was more than ready to offer some for you.

Jaehyun remarks that stuns you quite a bit. “I wish you could see the way i see you.”

You were left in the open confused by his confession, in reality Jaehyun meant was that he wishes for you to notice how amazing you actually are, because in your own eyes you could never see how much of a loving caring person you are to deserve everything in this world. Y/n looks up at him as he pulls you closer and closer very carefully and slowly.

“What do you mean?” You let out. He looks down at his hands that wrap themselves in yours warmly sharing the body temperatures together against the cold night upon them.

“You’re breathing taking. You sweep me off my feet. You genuinely make me feel like I’m floating, you…” He leans closer whispering. “You’re a lot of amazing things, but you don’t realise it.”

“So that’s what I mean by I wish how you could see you through my eyes.”

Now who would’ve thought the Jung Jaehyun would be so overally engaged and whipped for you and just for you. The way those words roll off his tongue and lips like a romantic poetry. You stand quiet, rather stunned but your eyes were speaking to him things you want to say too. Things you were longing deeply to express and now is your chance to.

“Touch my neck and i’ll touch yours.”

He sang familiar lyrics that make your heart thump in your chest, as if it was ready to escape and burst out to freely roam. Jaehyun softly moving his hands, round your neck tightly his lashes gazing into your round bambi eyes that gave him such innocence. It felt like Disney love. Puppy love.

You caught on quick by wrapping arms around him as you decided it’s time to make your move. Maybe you should make it clear that you do like him, a lot, that you have the massive biggest fattest crush on this man standing in front of you, having hands wrapped round you like a piece of clothing unable to let go off your body. As your feet tip toe, face soon hovers over his and Jaehyun stands still.

“This might sound crazy, but can i kiss you?” He whispers to you, almost scared to now you’ll flat out reject him with discomfort. But instead, as he saw your head grow taller the more you tip toe… he felt a pair of lips roaming freely on his own.

The moment the lips touch together it felt like two pieces of puzzles connecting and fitting instantly, it was perfect chemistry, a perfect Cupid match sent from heaven. Jaehyun swears he felt his own soul ascending to another dimension. It made his heart flutter more now that it was you, who made the first move clear. He returns it as much passion as you shared, pouring all your love and emotion in it.

He felt it. He was touched by it. More importantly, he acknowledges it.

In between the kisses you murmur to make it even more clear to the man. “Jae..” the man didn’t listen as he was far too lost in the moment. he was going back to reconnect your lips once again but you broke it off by speaking.

You confidently tell him. “I. Love. You.” Jaehyun lightly smirks leaning in, pecking your lips that he truly can’t get enough of.

“I love you too, darling.” He caressed your face, pulling into another deep kiss sharing between you two.

You fell first but little did you know Jaehyun fell way harder than you could ever imagine to think.

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[imagine-nation20]

I’ll Stay Right Here

Summary: Living in mondstadt meant being used to living near the water. You however, never seem to get used to finding shells along the shore. You’ll do anything to get your hands on them, even take a hit from a shield-wielding mitachurl.

Requested by: Anon

Request: I'm starving for Kaeya content😤 so him with a s/o who fucking adores collecting shells and pretty flowers even if they're in the middle of a battle or if there are enemies camping nearby. The amount of times I've died trying to get a starconch is unreal. But it's always worth it bc pretty shells. They also like to give them to Kaeya too as a gift or sometimes an apology. I just l o v e collecting pretty shit man😭

Warnings:A bit angsty. Reader gets injured.

A/N: Anon, you are a whole mood. Now that I’m at a high enough level, sometimes I’ll just let the enemies hit me once or twice while I pick things up. Also, pausing mid climb to grab a geo sigil? More likely than you’d think. Also, I am sorry if this is super ooc, this is my second fic for Genshin Impact, and my first Kaeya fic, so I might need a bit more practice before I nail down his character completely.

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Kaeya loves you, he really does, but sometimes you can be so frustrating. As captain of the cavalry, he has to deal with more than one oblivious airhead on the daily, and while he wouldn’t give you the title, he wouldn’t completely abstain from suggesting you can have airheaded moments.

Such as now.

It was supposed to be a simple clearing assignment. Jean had gotten reports of some particularly nasty hilichurl camps near the shore. Particularly over by Dawn Winery. If Kaeya had the chance to bother Diluc while also getting work done, he wasn’t going to pass up that chance. So when he heard Jean give you the assignment, he volunteered to accompany you. Doing work, annoying Diluc, and spending time with his significant other? Three birds, one stone.

Now, he was regretting coming along. You had gotten distracted pretty early on in the search for the camp, eyes landing on the sparkly item buried partially by sand. Kaeya knew you had a whole mantle full of them at home, but he never realized that you still were adding to said collection.

You turned to him, eyes shining in excitement as you bounced up and down on the balls of your feet, hydro vision bouncing and twinkling from where it hung on the lapel of your coat.

“Kaeya, do you know what this is?” You asked, holding up what was obviously a starconch.

Kaeya quirked a brow, a slight smirk on his face, “A shell?” He asked, already knowing that wasn’t the answer you were looking for.

His guess was only confirmed by the roll of your eyes and the drop of your shoulders, “It’s not just any shell, Kae,” You stressed. “This is a Starconch. They’re usually only found in Liyue. I’ve never gotten to see one in person before, and I never thought I would!”

Kaeya chuckled slightly, eyes filled with fondness at your child-like excitements. “Well, in that case, I’ll be on the lookout for more in the future.”

He was almost sure he actually physically blushed at the adoration in your gaze when you looked back at him. Your smile was big enough that he thought your face might stick that way, and oh what a sight that would be to see everyday. He wasn’t sure he would actually be able to handle it.

His excitement dropped when a figure, quickly approaching, loomed behind you. Just as he registered the wood of the mitachurl’s shield, you bent down to look through the sand more.

“(Y/N)-” He began to shout, his one uncovered eye wide. 

You must’ve felt the vibrations in the ground, because your head rose just as your companion took quick steps towards you. He was too late.

The shield slammed into you, sending you flying through the air and back into the sand. The sickening sound of the wood hitting your body filled his ears. You lay unmoving in the sand. Kaeya’s gaze was fixed on your immobile form until the sound of the mitachurl’s footsteps pulled him back to reality.

His icy gaze landed on the large, hulking monstrosity, crystals of ice beginning to form and float around him as the temperature in the area dropped significantly. The mitachurl didn’t last very long there after.

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When you woke, you were tucked tightly into an unfamiliar bed. The sheets were soft, but the entire room was much too dark compared to your own. The blue blankets that draped over you were placed in such a way as to suggest that you had been covered and not just pulled them over yourself.

The door on the far side of the room opened, and the short, bright form of Barbara walked through. Her white dress was a stark contrast against the rest of the room. The heels of her boots clicked ont he wood floor. When she spotted you sitting up and awake, she gasped, a smile stretching across her face.

“Oh thank goodness!” She squeaked. “I was worried for a moment there. I mean… we all were.”

You were confused by what she meant until you followed her gaze down to your body. From almost head to toe, you were wrapped tightly in white bandages. 

“I should get Kaeya,” She mumbled, placing the tray of bandages she had in her hands onto the coffee table across the room. “He’s been with you almost day and night. Diluc had to come and drag him out so he would eat.”

“Diluc?” You’re brows raised. Barbara nodded.

“Not even Jean could convince him to move from that chair. Diluc didn’t even have to say anything to him though. It was scary,” Barbara seemed lost in thought. She promised to be back quickly before leaving the room again.

Your eyes wandered, recognizing where you were finally. This must have been Kaeya’s room. A shine caught your eye, and your head turned to the nightstand, spotting the starconch you had picked up before your injuries.

A bandaged hand came up, lifting the cool shell from the table and bringing it to your lap. Your eyes looked over it, studying each detail. It didn’t seem all that worth it now.

The door burst open and in strolled an unusually disheveled Kaeya. It was unusual to see him without his eyepatch, and even less so without his usual cape and fur. The only thing he was wearing was his pants, boots, and the white undershirt.. His hair clean, but it looked like that had been a recent development, as the ends were still damp.

He sighed out at the sight of you, speeding up to sit in the chair that had been pulled up next to your beside. His hands reached out, hesitating only slightly before he ran a hand down your cheek. There was a deep frown on his face, and for once, he didn’t have a witty one liner to fire at you.

“How are you feeling?” He finally asked, breaking the silence.

You frowned at his creased brown, hand coming up to smooth the anxiety that knit his brow. He sighed, eyes closing. His hand came up to gently pull yours away.

“I’m perfectly fine,” You whispered out. “I’m sorry.”

You looked down to the shell in your hand, moving to place it gently into Kaeya’s upturned palms. He stared down at it, unmoving. In the blink of an eye, he was almost doubled over in light laugher. It twinkled, like a bell, soft against the pounding of your head.

“Next time you want a shell, darling,” He still cradled the starconch like it was a precious treasure. “Just ask me to retrieve them for you. Maybe then we can avoid more accidents like this.”

You smiled sheepishly, but nodded. Kaeya smirked at you, leaning up to place a gently kiss upon your forehead, and then your nose, and then down to your lips.

“Rest,” He mumbled. “I will stay right here.”

[dlaurellance]

I was going to just post a few facts about Laurel, but this turned into a huge ass bio. I realized that there were too many details needed to really sum her up in something small, so.. enjoy the novel below the cut.

Let me just say too before I start that all of the stuff mentioning Sara was worked out with Kae, the mun playing her, so everything was agreed upon and plotted out together bc that’s what happens when your character’s life intertwines with someone else’s :)

Dinah Laurel Lance grew up in New York with her sister Sara, and their parents, Dinah and Quentin Lance. Laurel was a relatively serious little girl. She was level headed, she was determined. Their father was a cop, and their mother was a teacher. Laurel initially wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a cop too, but over the years she decided that being a lawyer was a better route for her. She was set on that as her career path, and nothing was going to get in her way. As she grew up, Laurel had taken numerous fighting and self defense classes, as her father wanted to be sure she could defend herself if that situation ever occurred.

Her relationship with her sister was good. They were close for years. Laurel could remember their days playing in the snow, playing dress up, playing with dolls, and pretending they were older with their dream jobs. Naturally Laurel often felt a lot of responsibility; she was the oldest, she needed to set a good example, even though there was only a few years between the two of them. It was why, although she was reluctant, she would help Sara fight bullies. She would do anything for her sister. But part of Laurel held a bit of resentment— being the oldest was hard sometimes, and she had her days where she wished Sara would just disappear. 

She never thought that Sara would actually disappear though. After word got out that her sister and her troublemaker friends had gotten into a boating accident, Laurel wasn’t sure how she felt. She was sad that her sister was gone, probably dead. But she was more angry that Sara hung around those people in the first place. Laurel turned to alcohol to help her deal with the loneliness and grief and anger. She wasn’t drinking heavily, just a few glasses whenever she started to feel down. As she finished up school, she also put her focus more into training, the exercise was good for her. Not only that, but sparring against other people was how she got her anger out the best. 

When a few of Sara friends were found alive, Laurel was seeing red. How dare they live? She wanted them dead, she felt like that’s what they deserved. The night they were all back in New York was the night Laurel decided she was going to get justice for her sister. In the dark of night, she killed them. She didn’t have any guilt or remorse for her actions. All it did was make her feel powerful. She felt like she had avenged her sister’s death by killing them, since they were the ones she was with.

Laurel couldn’t help herself. She found herself out and about at night, trolling the streets looking for criminals. One night, her trainer caught her. Instead of turning her in or trying to stop her, he joined her. That was when she realized that this wasn’t his first rodeo. He was a vigilante, and Laurel was inspired. She dubbed herself the Black Canary. Laurel chose ‘Black Canary’ as her name as a nod to her sister. Sara had a canary growing up, and while the bird occasionally drove her nuts, she would always remember how much Sara loved it. Laurel’s cat ate the bird after Sara let it out by accident. The dead bird ultimately inspired her, because it was a reminder of her sister, and it being dead was representative of her goals, eliminating those in the world who had done her, her community, or her family wrong. The two of them were constantly going after people they thought needed to be taught a lesson. Whether their targets ended up hurt or dead, they didn’t care. He and Laurel ended up becoming more than a vigilante team, he also ended up being her boyfriend. They were together for a few months. Her skills got significantly better after he trained her more after hours. He has skills that he would never explain how he learned, but he made sure to teach her. But after a fight against someone in the field that left him in critical care, he ended up passing a few days later. Laurel turned back to the bottle, drinking more than she had before. 

With a job as a DA, Laurel needed to keep herself together. But the worse she got, the less competent she became at work. Eventually, they let her go. She was no longer a DA, she was was unemployed and her parents were not impressed. So Laurel just continued on as the Black Canary, trying to rid the world of the terrible people in it. After a night of fighting while she was drunk that ended in a gunshot wound to the abdomen, Laurel hung up the Black Canary suit for a little while. She sobered up, and she went back to school. Flash forward a little while. Laurel is finishing up with a new degree, she’s still struggling a bit with sobriety, and suddenly it turns out that her sister is back, ALIVE. Laurel didn’t know how to feel. She was angry because Sara was alive and never called. She was angry because she blamed Sara for her problems. She blamed her for the alcohol addiction, which carried over to her blaming her for losing her job. 

As she opened up her flower shop, Laurel continued to struggle. Sara being back gave Laurel a reason to go back out as the Black Canary. She was mad, she needed an outlet, and fighting crime seemed like a good way to find some release. She couldn’t bring herself to be on good terms with Sara. Try as she might, it just wasn’t working. But eventually, she caved. Being angry was exhausting, and after a tearful reconciliation, Laurel was ready to move forward. She started putting more effort into her sobriety, and her business was flourishing. She continued her night job as a vigilante, and for the first time in a long time, Laurel felt content. It was like things were the way they were meant to be. 

Nobody knew about her night job. She wanted to keep it that way. People around New York were aware of a woman in black running around killing and injuring people, but they could never catch her. They could never ID her. The new addition of a mask to her leather jacket, bodysuit, and fishnets was enough to conceal her identity. As the days and weeks passed, Laurel quickly became aware that she wasn’t the only person running around in a mask. She was frequently finding herself engaging in hand to hand combat, and fights involving numerous weapons.

There was one person in particular she had been after for weeks. They’d had a few close encounters, but they kept getting away. It was infuriating. He had a gun, and so did she, but it just never seemed to amount to a win. One night, she noticed they weren’t completely alone. But what she wasn’t expecting was while she was scoping out the scene from a distance, seeing another person dressed as a vigilante on the other end of the gun he held. Laurel got closer, and shortly after he fired and turned around, she threw a knife straight into his chest. He dropped, and Laurel went to investigate the person who had been shot. She never thought it would be Sara, but it was. Laurel broke down in tears, holding her sister’s lifeless body in her arms. 

No more than a week after Sara was buried, Laurel was trying to push it out of her mind. She didn’t want to think about it. She just threw herself into work, and poured her energy into fighting and running the shop. 

A month later, there was an explosion at the laboratory near her flower shop. Laurel wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, but she had let out a scream as she heard the blast. She felt a wave of what she could only describe as strong energy washing over her in that moment. She didn’t know what that meant, but she didn’t think much of it until the next time she came face to face with Sara’s killer. She was mad, she wanted to end him. And when she opened her mouth to speak, instinct took over and she screamed instead. But it wasn’t a normal scream. It was.. different, it was almost magical. It was enough to knock him down. So she got closer and tried again, letting the screams out at him until he was dead. She quickly took to the internet that night to look up what it meant when someone randomly ended up with powers, and she realized she had become what people called a meta-human. Using her newfound powers was exciting, and Laurel felt so, so powerful. 

Almost a year passed since she lost Sara, and Laurel started to think back about things Sara had told her after the reconciled. She remembered hearing about a special pit that could resurrect her. It took some work, but she eventually brought Sara’s body there to be brought back. She wanted her sister back, it wasn’t fair that she was taken away from her. She wished he had remembered the pit sooner than this. But it was better late than never. The woman who came out of those bubbling waters though was not her sister. It looked like her, but she was different. She was a monster. She tried to help Sara remember, but it didn’t work. 

Sara had told her about a friend, a magical friend. Back when she told her, she thought her sister was full of shit. But after accumulating powers of her own, she realized it wasn’t so far fetched. She went through some of Sara’s things, and used the resources she had to track the person down to restore her soul. And ever since, Laurel has been trying to make sure Sara’s okay. She doesnt want to see anything bad happen to her again. Laurel hasn’t told Sara yet about being the Black Canary, nor has she told Sara that she knows she was going out as a vigilante too. 

Laurel’s life is crazy, between her work at night and keeping busy with the flower shop. But she is content. She sometimes misses being DA, and wonders if she’d be able to get back into that. It wasn’t like she had been banned from everywhere forever, she just got fired from that DA office. And as long as nobody finds out she’s a criminal herself, she’s all set.

Despite being viscous and hot tempered at night when she’s out running around in a mask, everyday Laurel is actually relatively kind. She’s more fair and just during the day, and she’s smart, she’s determined, and she is a hard worker. She can be rather manipulative, and she’s good at getting people to bend to do what she wants. She has a lot of love for her friends and family, and is ridiculously protective. 

So, there you have it. That’s Laurel. I pulled bits and pieces of different versions of Laurel and mushed it into one person and ended up with this. She’s.. something else tbh, but please love her. If anyone wants to plot, just give this a like or just hmu!

[aeroknot]

here have 1,740 words out of 17,600 words of narusaku headcanon

.............i’m goin’ in deep y’all sry not sry (ok i AM kinda sry to those on mobile who have to scroll past this....... i wish mobile didn’t suck like that so you can avoid watching me be a huge dweeb instead of pro’lly what you decided to follow me for hnnnnggh)

these are 2 separate moments I came up with that I eventually tied together after some editing (/fantasizing about my own ideas) passes:

at a gathering with their friends, they both got insufferably cocky about a game involving pairs against pairs, and the stakes kept rising, eventually hinging on some pretty risky bets. when they lost, they were mortified in having to eat the brightly colored crow their friends (conspirators, the useless lot of them!) came up with. they had to temporarily dye their hair the other’s hair color, and couldn’t wash it out for a whole week (or use a genjutsu?). so sakura had to work around the hospital with blonde hair, and pink-haired naruto was at the mercy of his sharp-tongued genin students. people wonder if sakura meant to and if she wants to look more like her shishou, which is cool and all, but most everyone says they like her pink hair better, which is a relief. The most annoying part is the humiliation she feels since she had to do it as the result of her own hubris. he complains about the relentless teasing savagery of his genin students while they’re walking along the canal on their last evening of this punishment, but admits to sakura he doesn’t mind the hair so much and shares he’s often wondered what it’d be like to have his mother’s hair, and pink is similarly distinctive and beautiful and in the same color family. It’s the first comparison of one of her features to his mother’s he speaks aloud, and his heart starts racing because he momentarily forgets she doesn’t know about his mother’s words to find a girl like her. Completely unaware of his thoughts and sudden nervousness, she serenely replies, “I’m sorry she’s not here to experience how sweet her son can be to her… I wonder if she would have liked me? I think I’d have liked her” she actually doesn’t take his silence personally, sort of because she doesn’t think what she said requires a response, but mostly because she’s distracted. they get around some trees at the edge of the pathway right at that moment, allowing a beautiful view of the brilliantly warm-toned sunset. she makes a noise of appreciation and with a childlike wonder he hasn’t seen on her in a little while, she cheerily says, “this sunset has all our colors, Naruto!” “Yeah” he says, a little breathless. “All our colors.” He watches her until she notices (trrrooopey as fuuuuuuck, i know, shut up) and smiles real big at him but humorously admonishes, “Don’t look at me, weirdo! You see me all the time, but you don’t see the same sunset twice” then she faces it again. So he puts his hands in his pockets to stop their quivering as the scene soaks in and suddenly it’s just really hard to see her green eyes with his blonde hair. he turns to take in the sunset too, and he thinks, “she would have loved you, Sakura… we can bet on it” (originally all i’d written here was the first paragraph, and then I think my subconscious LEAPT OUT AT ME the next time I read it to provide this sunset scene -- they’re my rainbow sherbet fighting dreamers ninja family!!!)

~ & ~

In my headcanon world, Naruto and Sakura have five kids, two of which are adopted and three conceived. * I want to note here that I almost never go the “lots and lots of babies” route w/ my otp’s. 3 out of my top 5 do not go on to have kids in my interpretations of them. But for Naruto and Sakura it makes sense, and this is especially based in my conviction he would want to adopt and he would want a big family to experience the exact opposite of his childhood. So, yeah, 5 makes a lot of sense to me. I tend to think they are resistant to the idea of kids for a while bc of the threats to their lives, but they eventually decide they both really want to have kids after fostering two boys and it’s so hard to eventually let them go on to their adoptive parents. Sooo.. their youngest are twins; they’re named Konohana and Sakuya. And my reasoning for this, as well as for all the other names, is pretty in depth. Here: I first heard about Konohana from @yellowflasher‘s great fanfics. She has a Konohana and Kae (not twins), and I asked her once if she named Konohana after the myth, and she said she actually hadn’t seen or heard it before. It obviously stuck with me tho!! Uzumaki Konohana = from the Konohanasakuya-hime mythology. I just discovered with this name theme of using myths I coulda inadvertently referenced Kushina and Minato as well!! -- Kushina’s name could have been derived from Kushinadahime, a goddess of rice/life, and Susanoo is her husband, the god of STORMS aka Namikaze Minato. (Maybe other peeps in the fandom already knew this but I’m late to the party. Oh well! I was shocked when I learned this yesterday.) And it honors Konohagakure, and honors Sakura: ‘flower’ is part of the name. Konohana was conceived (twin to Sakuya)

Uzumaki Sakuya = from the Konohanasakuya-hime mythology. And see above for the comments about the possible Kushina/Minato connection. And it honors Sakura: it’s literally 2/3rds her name; one different ending syllable. & naruto calls her Momo-chan, and I explain why below.

After deciding all this, I came up with this moment: Naruto and Sakura love the names from the princess myth but also love they are referring to Konoha and Sakura. tho, because Sakuya can sometimes sound too similar to Sakura, confusingly so-- and as Naruto’s the only one who has to say both names in the household (y’know, because it’s either “Sakuya” or “mom” said by everyone else, the kids don’t call her Sakura) -- he often calls her “Momo-chan.” as a kid she’s not sure why but just rolls with it and then one day in her later childhood it dawns on her: orange + pink = peach (note: momo means the fruit and momo-iro means the color but I think naruto would just keep it short and simple as momo-- he’d probably argue an orange plus a cherry equals a peach anyway, somehow……... hahhh! I actually looked it up and peaches are in the same genus as cherries and apricots, and apricots are orange :P not that naruto would know this but sakura would be like me and probs research it lol). Sakura expresses concern that Konohana will feel jealous or excluded if he doesn’t give her a nickname too, and he forlornly / guiltily (at having not even thought of that) approaches Konohana with this. She’s rather young to be considering this so thoughtfully -- maybe 4 or 5 -- but her answer never changes as she grows up (though the vocabulary / phrasing she uses might mature…. But I say might, haha); “don’t change me; I love my name!! it is like our home so it means I will become hokage like daddy!! and it is like flowers like mommy’s flower so it means people are happy and have a party when i show up!!” (she’s talking about hanami) naruto immediately bursts into tears bc holy shit he just loves this kid so!! much!!! ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ _ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) sakura’s doing better at keeping it together, tho not by much, lmao

Some months into the nickname of Momo-chan settling in, there’s a morning where it’s brought into question again. while sakura and naruto are folding laundry, the twins rush in from the backyard to show them something they’re excited about in their grubby cupped hands. “Look! loo~oook! polli-wolly-wogs!!” (tadpoles-- i have great affection for this term for them bc mei in the english dub of totoro calls them that, and totoro is a defining touchstone of my young childhood) naruto intones, “eeehhhh? How cool, konohana-chan!! Momo-chan! Maybe uncle Gamakichi knows ‘em, huh?” and they laugh and stick their tongues out at him, “he’s not our uncle! He’s a toad!” yet they’re making ribbiting sounds as they run off to return the tadpoles. Sakuya trips and just narrowly regains her footing at the last moment to prevent toppling herself and the tadpoles across the floor. “careful, momo-chan!” Naruto offers in a loud voice, but calmly-- he holds back his concern, as he’s learned that a lot of the time kids decide whether they should cry based on their parents’ reactions, namely whether they freak out a lot, and he’s done a lot of freaking out, and is trying something new now, pfft. He watches her right herself, check on the tadpoles in her hands, nod once firmly and give a determined “mm!” in acknowledgement of his caution, and they scamper off. 

So then Sakura asks, with some humor in her voice even tho she’s going for annoyed: “naruto, why’d we even name her sakuya if you’re just gonna keep calling her momo-chan?” “aahh, sakura-chan. She’s just little momo to her daddy. Out in the real world she’ll be called the name inspired by her mind-blowing mom.” the tinge of pink on her cheeks does not get past him and the side of his mouth starts to twitch into a smirk. He roguishly continues with, “I thought about making you the one I address with a nickname instead, but all the ones I could come up with aren’t appropriate in front of the kids” she tries to look aghast but she’s fighting her mutinous mouth starting to veer into a big smile, and to distract his gaze away from this very visible and losing battle across her face, she twists a towel and snaps it at him. They play fight until they fall onto the bed, halfway into the now half-undone laundry. They rest a little bit, soaking in the calm moment, his upper body on top of her lower body-- resting his head on her stomach and holding her around her waist. Her eyes are closed and she’s absent-mindedly running her fingers through his hair. Then he softly voices, “little peach... she’s our colors, Sakura.” and she does vividly remember the sunset he’s recalling. She answers with his words from years ago: “Yeah. our colors.”

(god i’m really driving home this rainbow sherbet ninja family theme aren’t i???? Don’t care!!!! I love it!!! They are my faves they deserve everything I have to offer!!!!)

THE END.

(....except not bc..... there’s...... uh..... 15860 words left...... yeah those figures..... weren’t hyperbolic, i am actually that much of a dork)

[dutybcrne]

Even without his Vision, Kaeya is not wholly helpless.

If there was one thing he could appreciate about his father, it’s that the man raised him with full knowledge of self-defense as a child. He needed to be able to handle himself should they ever be separated, after all. Especially when it came to any Abyssal creatures they might face, or otherwise any hostile people they may encounter.

He knew all the best places to drive in a knife, what tendons to cut, how to best blind an opponent, and creatively so at that. He knew how to set traps and buy himself a precious few seconds more, how to use those said seconds in a fraction of that time. He knew how to use an opponent’s physical strength against them, how to counter someone with a Vision/elemental energy usage as best he could. To not let himself get caught so off guard no matter what, bc the moment that control was wrenched away from him, his disadvantages would be nigh insurmountable.

The man taught him to harness Abyssal energy, using a small fraction of it—no more than that, his father made him promise; never more than the necessary—to make swift little jumps through space, even to facilitate escape or victory, whichever he’d choose. In time, he would have taught him to use the elements through it too, as many Abyssal beings had done, as a particular last resort, but having been left to the Ragnvindrs’ care, he never got the chance.

Though it didn’t stop Kaeya from trying. Not wanting to be left behind after Diluc had gotten his Vision and wanting to be useful to him as his right hand, he tried his best at figuring it all out. Felt it tug at something deep inside him like a tether each time he tried, failing just as many, only managing the all too familiar wisps of Abyssal energy he was more familiar with. It was through encountering an Abyss Mage and coming in contact with the ice it conjured that he finally got a better grasp at what to do.

Only for him to realize each conjure of Abyssal energy-infused ice was nothing short of painful each time, the energy within him thrumming so much amid the curse he already bore as a Khaenri’ahn, so much so, it would frighten and dissuade him from using those abilities anyway. For a short time, at least, until he realized how well it helped in a pinch. Still, he became far more wary. Even with his desperation to try and catch up to Diluc, his father’s warning against abusing the Abyssal energy coursing within him burning brighter in mind with every use. Especially when a Pyro Abyss mage lingering about a domain tried to call his attention after he’d been pushed to use that power.

Nothing good would come out of using such an ability, he’d decided then—keeping to the bare minimum, like his father wanted would be best. He wouldn’t want to be so marked by the Abyss otherwise. Wouldn’t want to increase the risk of his attempts and powers being found out, certainly not by the family that had taken him in.

Is it any wonder he was so horrified to find it was a Cryo Vision that had come to him that fateful night?

[dutybcrne]

If asked who his favorite person is, Kaeya will always say Klee. Especially if the girl happens to be in earshot

[dutybcrne]

Absolutely getting a kick of imagining a Ma.mma M|a type scenario for Kae hehdb

[dutybcrne]

Okay Sc.arveh has been replaced in my mind as resident silly crack crossover ship potential of clashing personalities.

Ly.cae is now my new best friend

[dutybcrne]

Diluc likes to personally do the repairs and maintenance to not only his own weapon, but especially those of his most important people. He would always insist on personally handling Kaeya, later Jean's, weapons, throughout their time as Knights together, and even to this day gets salty if he happens to see either or even their weapons alone at Wagner's.

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya 🤝 Kuki

Preferring not to be touched/let a partner’s hands wander over them too much if at all during sex (unless sufficient trust/comfort is shared), but will 9/10 ride tf out of and/or spoil them to make up for it