#{{ will never not be funny that kae is like }}

[kiwizono]

never gonna shut up about how ROBBED we were from characters like seth and guillaume. they literally disappeared without a trace after their respective chapters and it makes me SO upset we never got to see more of them considering the fact that they aren't dead. "they've never interacted in canon!!" DON'T CARE!!! they are best friends who piss each other off on purpose and one is never seen without the other tagging along. my fav duo ever actually!!!

#kae's yapping tag #rain code #master detective archives #seth burroughs #guillaume hall #NEVER SHUTTING UP ABOUT THESE TWO #they would have such a funny dynamic like makoto and yomi did UGH. #dominic too don't think i forgot!!!

[frozenambiguity]

Makes an offering to all the adorable little wind wisps on the dash. One hopes a delicious apple suffices! Now that he thinks about it, can the little wind wisps even consume food? Ah, one supposes he will find out soon enough.

#【 ic | fool you once; fool you twice. 】 #{{ happy birthday; barsibatoes }} #{{ you're the real mvp for allowing this little guy roam free and find a home in your land and people }} #{{ will never not be funny that kae is like }} #{{ points at the wind wisp form: isn't it cute?? we stan }} #{{ points at venti's human form: whomst???????? }} #{{ he really said I like the wind wisp better FHSIDGH }} #{{ for legal reasons this is a discord inside joke }}

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya most definitely refers to his and Diluc’s bickering as Enrichment to anyone who asks why he continues to stick around even if they don’t get along, no matter how hurt Kae’s feelings actually get or how viciously he ends up poking at Diluc’s through their interactions.

Yes, it’s his way of coping with their now lack of closeness and what is said. No, he will NOT stop seeking him out. Ever.

#hc; kaeya #//He would happily convince and reconvince anyone that they are on much better terms than they actually are #//It doesn’t always work; but it’s better than having to actually explain the truth #//Happily tells the other knights it’s his daily scheduled Annoy Diluc Time when setting off for Angel’s Share #//BS’s something about how Diluc’s little cutting remarks are always so funny when asked if they hurt his feelings #//Never mind the fact that he had gone home and lay facedown on the floor for a good hour bc of it #//Always playing PR person to keep people from suspecting and prying as much as he can #//And yeah; maybe so he feels less and less awful about particularly harsh things they say to each other at times #//it doesn’t always get bad enough to make him feel like crap #//But certain times; Diluc’s words can hurt and li bc we; like when he stated he got rid of things he had no need for #//He doesn’t like that; but it’s better than being ignored and actively keeping distance #//He’d rather have Diluc mad at him than stay away and never speak again #//And who knows; maybe there will be a time they can get along as well as before again #//Unlikely as it is; bc while Kae is content trying to bridge distances; Diluc making an effort to meet him halfway scrambles his brain #into fight or flight mode and messes things up anyways #//He just gets so caught off guard he IMMEDIATE instinct into fall back into bickering patterns #//He hates that too #//Hates that attempts at closeness make him nervous in general;l #//He holds no grudge towards Diluc in the slightest; his defensiveness is from fear #//Fear of what happened repeating itself; fear in general of opening his heart just to get it hurt again #//which is why he likes it best when they bicker with others around #//There’s a buffer and less chance of anything truly hurtful getting slung around #//Either him thinking Diluc will or that he himself would do so #//Can’t trust like that #//Can’t quite trust in general tbh #//Idk many thoughts I jotted down real quick #//Night go back over and edit them later on break

[1uvtae]

mistaken very much | jeon jungkook

★word count: 7.4k words!!

★genre: nothing but university romance fluff and very unfunny crack because i have the worst humor,,,look, there's this tennis classmate, and maybe....you've made a pretty big mistake by staring at his butt....? and somehow this turns into a 'crush' on the jeon jungkook that you have never even seen.

★summary/snippet: you don't think staring at his butt cuts straight to the conclusion that you, y/n y/l/n, has a crush on him....but whatever. it's not like you actually have a crush on him...right?

★kae chit chats: forget about motorcycle boy, let's invite tennis boy into the family!!!! this was meant to be posted on v day 2022 but i kind of messed up my sleep schedule and just completely gave up on finishing this lol...,,,nothing but a fluff fic :P and I picked this back up in 2024 lol

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the feeling of being mistaken by someone is so fucking annoying. 

especially when you have probably just been mistaken as a pervert…!

the boy in your tennis class (not to mention, very handsome.) was just squatting in front of you, playing with the school campus cat that you have also been taking care of for months. you were also heading to feed the cat when you had already found him there, squatting down, caressing the cat. he was wearing a white button-up and baggy ripped jeans, but you can’t help but notice that….half of his shirt wasn’t tucked in? and it just looks like it’s dangling out like seaweed…? 

after staring at the white fabric for a few seconds, you look down at the bag of cat food, before putting it in your pocket, planning to feed the cat after he leaves. but when you lifted your head back up, your eyes met with the boy, there were no emotions in his eyes but you felt a hint of shyness rush to your head, and the idea that you were going to feed the cat floated away from your head as you immediately rushed back to your dorm. 

nayeon listened patiently and childish complaint that there was also someone looking after your cat, and how he mistook that you were staring at his ass for a good few seconds, before commenting: “don’t you realize that…he might think you were there to stare at him…..and how you ran away when he saw you…that’s quite suspicious…?”

you freeze. “holy shit.” 

nayeon giggled as she continued. “also last tennis session! you were zoning off at the back of his head, so when he turned, he gave you this weird look.” 

“no freaking way. i didn’t notice that.”

“it was a funny look, not going to lie.”

“help, what if he actually thinks i have a crush on him cause i keep staring at him?!” you try to contain the racing thoughts, and contemplate if you should’ve just kept your eyes pierced on the ground and not on his ass, or the back of his head.

“i mean he’s pretty good-looking, it won’t be weird to have a crush on him.”

you roll your eyes at her comment. “i don’t get it, it doesn’t mean everyone has to have a crush on him just because he’s good-looking, nayeon.”

it was the next tennis lesson, and to avoid more unnecessary interactions, you avoided all eye contact with anyone, but that didn’t stop nayeon from squealing and reporting every small movement from the boy. “he’s facing your direction!” “oh my gosh he’s right behind you!” your hands start to clam up with sweat with every small comment from nayeon. “stop looking at him, gosh.” it was after the lesson that you realized how even more suspicious you looked trying to avoid any eye contact and how often nayeon reported his movements in small mutters and whispers, and how you most definitely looked shy enough for anyone to mistake that you like the ‘good-looking tennis classmate’.

the teacher checks names off the clipboard as she reads two names at once to put their tennis equipment away. “nayeon, y/n.” she looks up at the two of you and back to the heavy boxes of tennis rackets. “the boy in the back, the tall one, help them with the boxes, please.” you and nayeon turn your head back in sync, to see the familiar boy nod and walk towards the both of you. you let out a sigh as nayeon excitedly squishes your arm, another strike. 

is this perhaps….hopelessness? 

yup, not only the boy, but everyone in your tennis class probably thinks that you have this awfully obvious and big crush on this person who you don’t even know the name of.

he cuts in front of you two, the three of you in complete silence. you and nayeon follow him like two cautious cats. he stops at the heavy boxes, and you two walk up to help him, but before you know it, he has already picked up the boxes with one hand, the other hand reaching into his pocket to answer the buzzing phone. what the fuck. you two shared a glance in disbelief, not going to lie, that was very, very, attractive. “damn. pretty tough.” you mutter under your breath and feel the two people from either side look at you immediately, his hand still holding the buzzing phone and nayeon giving you a concerned glance. 

the way back to the dorm was filled with your quietness and nayeon’s laugh. “he probably used to think you were just someone who had a crush on him, but now he thinks you are a literal weirdo who has a crush on him.” you run your hands through your hair in annoyance, how did the sentence even slip through your mouth? looks like you won’t be getting sleep tonight. and you sure didn’t, you kept rolling and shuffling in your bed to think of a tactic to this misunderstanding that you and the tennis boy had going on, and with your smart and very intelligent little brain, you figured out a plan.

“to not make him think that i have a huge fucking crush on him, i am going to pretend i have a crush on somebody else.” you take a sip of your coffee as nayeon nods. “hmm…who else is there to ‘like’?” you think hard before coming to the conclusion that there is no one in your tennis class that is worth ‘liking’. nayeon helps you to think for a good minute: “min yoongi from music…?” you shiver at the thought of your cold and savage music seatmate. “if you really want me to die, just say that.” nayeon chuckles at your comment before going back into the deep search for a suitable ‘crush’ for you. “i heard the tennis dude is in geography.” 

“geo!” another friend of yours popped into the conversation. “they have so many hot guys there!” 

you felt a rush of excitement: “recommend me some!”

“what’s your type?” 

“maybe… a pretty quiet one, maybe shy even? not that popular so no one will care if i like him, you know?”

nayeon shakes her head. “you can’t expect someone to be good-looking and not popular, y/n.”

“i think jeon jungkook.” your other friend suggested. “he’s quiet but literally more than half the school likes him, but that won’t be as weird if you also ‘like’ him, cause everyone likes him.” 

nayeon nods in agreement. “never seen him in my life, but i swear i hear his name mentioned on campus wayyy too often.”

hm. interesting.

the next week came by fast, before class you made your way to the disposal machine and picked up a can of coke, putting it in your backpack before heading to tennis class.

it was free time when you made your way to where the tennis boy was, he was practicing with the wall, he spared you a glance as you walked towards him, and back to practicing with the wall. you take a big breath as you walk towards him, the coke still in your backpack, expecting that when he drops the ball, you are going to pick it up and hand it to him, making it a perfect opportunity to start the ‘conversation’. you lean against the fence, waiting for him to drop the ball. 

not even once has he dropped the ball in the 10 minutes you have been standing here. you feel your legs start to cramp up. finally, he decided to rest for a good while, catching the ball with his right hand as it bounced off the wall, he lazily walked to his bag. you immediately rush over with the can in your hand. he looked at the can in your hands, then backed up to you. you couldn’t help but take in his facial features. it was the middle of the day, and the sun was high up in the sky, warming everybody up, and it seemed to warm your cheeks up when you made simple eye contact with the boy. 

he raised an eyebrow at you as if he was asking a rude and straight ‘what are you doing?’ with his facial expressions. you felt a small taste of regret that second, thinking that this boy definitely thinks you have an obsessed crush on him now, so the only thing you can do now is hope that the next few things you are going to say work out. 

“i bought coke for you.” you mumble as he takes a big sip from his bottle of water. “i don’t need that.” he has a straight face and everything. you take another deep breath as you figure out what you are going to say next. maybe this can be a little fun.

“are you free right now? i have something i want to say…” you tried to act as natural as you could. “i'm gonna practice.” he replied coldly before taking his equipment back to the court, your hand found his arm quickly, then released it in a second when he stopped in his tracks. “it’s just a few sentences.” you used a pleading tone, hoping this would convince him that you were going to ‘confess your crush’ to him. he patiently stopped and looked at you. you start your act, stuttering and acting shy, everything you have seen in romance confessing scenes in films. “well. i’ve noticed you for a long time…” you take the can of coke to hide your face as if you were a blushing mess. “i don’t know if you noticed that…” the ‘obviously you have a crush on me’ expression never left his face. “haven’t noticed.” 

you suppress an eye roll. “all i wanted to say was, i knew you’re in geography…i just wanted to ask if you know a jeon jungkook, i’ve had a crush on him for pretty long, can you help me to get his number?” you definitely want to give yourself a pat on the back, a round of applause even. you felt proud of yourself, proud that this ‘plot twist’ you have created for him, will deflate his ego and convince him that you never had your schoolgirl crush on him, but on this jeon jungkook that you have never met.

the tennis boy didn’t even raise an eyebrow at the comment, still calm as ever. “i don’t know him.”

it's even better that you don’t know him. you thought. all you wanted to know was to share the signal that you have a crush on someone who is not him., you didn’t even care to want jeon jungkook’s number, it was all an act to ‘spread the message’, you pretended to be extremely upset that he did not know this crush of yours, whining an ‘awe~’ and nodding slowly, “okay then…”, leaving him to walk away without sparing a glance at you.

you don’t know what’s wrong with you now. 

before you and this tennis boy had this thing going on, you never seemed to be seeing him around campus. but now after the last interaction, you seemed to be seeing the person everywhere. seeing him in the supermarket, seeing him in the cafeteria, seeing him in the library, seeing him between classes. 

and you know what’s more ironic? it’s always when you’re also with nayeon. you know nayeon’s dramatic acts are to notify you that ‘the boy that thinks you like him’ is over there, but from someone who doesn’t know this situation, it looks like she’s trying to tell you ‘there’s-the-boy-that-you-have-a-huge-mother-fucking-crush-on’. 

and the weird thing is, although you had explained that you like jeon jungkook, he seemed to still have the attitude that you are obsessed with him. especially when you bump into him and are forced to mutter a ‘hi’ or ‘hey’. all he would do was a gentle hum in response, or just nod. and you made a keynote to yourself to never say hello to him ever again. 

the main point was when you and nayeon saw him in a convenience store. you two quickly made your way out as soon as he and his friends walked in. but nayeon saw somebody she knew and immediately started chatting along as the social butterfly she was. you watched from your side-eye as he and his friend walked out of the door.

“isn’t the girl in the beige crew neck your little fangirl?” an unfamiliar voice came from the side, from a boy with soft blonde hair, walking next to the tennis boy. 

and then you hear it.

you hear a “mhm” of confirmation from the tennis boy. you felt a rush of anger run to your head as you retained yourself to scream at them. and then you watch the blonde boy spot you and nayeon, awkwardly, he turns away quickly and walks off with the other. but the other did not awkwardly leave, turning back to glance at you without shame. and that boiled your blood even more.

on the road back all you did was scream and mutter some curse words dedicated to the unshameful tennis boy. 

“don’t you think he might think that the whole jeon jungkook thing was an excuse you used to get closer to him?” nayeon spoke slowly after you had expressed all your anger. and you feel your mind pause. 

yup, it sure is hopelessness now if it wasn’t already hopelessness before.

the second morning. you woke up early and the first thing you did was to check on the cat, but you were extremely cautious. you did not want to bump into you-know-who, so you woke up extremely early so you could avoid seeing him. but after squatting down for just a few minutes. the expected happened. there he was, but this time wearing a black silk button-up, the buttons halfway up and you couldn’t help but take a few seconds to stare at him. but it’s okay because you were here first, so that makes you the person he should be waiting to finish with the cat. 

he stopped in his tracks when he saw you, standing in his spot, waiting for you to leave. 

‘do you get it? do you get it!’ you want to scream this at him. ‘this scene seems familiar! because you were in his spot the other day! you were just simply waiting! you don’t have a crush on him!’ you want to shout this all, but you were busy with the cat.

but weirdly today, the cat doesn’t seem to like you. it didn’t even take a single bite from the tuna stick you were feeding it, and it avoided your pats and touch today. 

well..that’s not a very good sign, is it?

“it doesn’t like being touched.” he walked closer, “it might scratch you.” you knit your brows at his speech, you know that. you were here taking care of the cat earlier than this tennis boy…yet he’s giving instructions on how to take care of the cat??

 “i know this cat.” you explain. “it likes me a lot.”

you pause when you watch the cat move away from your touch after your sentence, the cat avoids your touch as it slowly trots over to nudge his leg instead. he squats down and caresses the cat gently, then lifting his head to look at you with a glance, a look that made your blood boil. the competitiveness in you starts burning up like fire, you wave at the white cat, gesturing for it to come back to you. “lulu, over here.” 

the cat doesn't budge, instead, it gives you a lazy side-eye look and back to enjoy the boy's company. is this perhaps, favoritism?! 

“don’t randomly give it names.” he speaks slowly and quietly behind you. “what’s your problem?” you snap back with a tone that does not sound very friendly, and he stays silent as you stomp away. “i’m leaving, lulu!” you yell back one more time, and the cat: still under his touch, eyes closed, relaxed and unbothered. 

okay then…this was your first time fully understanding the meaning and the understanding of pretty privilege. 

“gosh, i was so hurt by that cat.” you complain back in your dorm. “it isn’t supposed to be like this! normally if you give it food, it will love you…but today it was completely under that tennis boy’s control. this is rigged.” nayeon pats the sheet mask she had on her face. “you saw him again this morning?” you sigh. “yeah, unlucky isn’t it?” 

“he probably also thinks he’s pretty unlucky too.” 

“if i knew he was gonna be there, i wouldn’t wake up so early to avoid him.”

“i was thinking,” nayeon starts again with the tone that you do not like very much, knowing this would be another thing to worry about tonight. “what if he thinks you were there just to create this ‘oops i did not know you were going to be here’ scene? like you were waiting for him to come and see the cat too to create this awkward meeting.” nayeon’s guesses always feel like lightning that struck straight into your soul. “and you said the cat didn’t really seem to like you, doesn’t that look like as if you aren’t close with the cat, as if you were there for another reason…? 

that night was one of the sleepless nights filled with overthinking and worry. 

you were heading over to the cafeteria the second day with a friend. in the crowded and loud dining hall, you hear a loud shout of ‘jungkook!’ from one side to the other. hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar name, you turn your head back in curiosity, but instead, meeting eyes with the tennis boy. 

he was sitting at a table with 4 other boys, including the one blonde boy you saw last time when they were walking out of the convenience store. you tap your friend’s shoulder. “hey, turn your head to the big table with the 5 guys, is jeon jungkook in there? don’t make it obvious, please.”

you watch her basically throw her head back aggressively for what seems like 2 minutes, then turn back and nod. “yeah, isn’t he fine?” “holy shit, can you be more obvious?!” but hearing that your ‘crush’ is also on that table, you slowly turn your head once more and scan the boys, then realizing that out of all the boys, the tennis boy is still the most attractive one for you. although you don’t know which one is jeon jungkook, none out of the 4 boys seem to be your type. 

your shoulders drop a little without realizing, disappointed in your ‘crush’. in fact, will the tennis boy think you have bad taste? 

wait, why would you even care about him in the first place…right…?

the second week of tennis class, also your second streak of buying a can of coke for him. but this time, he doesn’t seem as cold and weird as last time. when he saw that you were waiting for him by the side, he dropped his equipment and walked slowly to you. “what?” you feel yourself swallow out of nervousness. “i saw you guys eating lunch last friday.” his brows knit slightly. “who?” 

“jeon jungkook.” you reply quickly as if the name burns your tongue. “you said you didn’t know him last week…” he used an unspeakable emotion to reply. “i think you have the wrong person.” you were confused at the comment, but continued once more. “just say if you know him or not.”

“it doesn’t matter if i know him or not.” he licks his lips and runs his hands through his dark brown hair, maintaining eye contact with you and you feel you slowly lose your breath at the intense eye contact. you clear your throat and hand the can of coke to him, before taking a plastic bag containing some snacks. “the coke is for you, and can you hand these snacks to him?” before he can refuse it, you add another sentence. “if he doesn’t want them, take them for yourself, don't return it back to me, i would feel  very embarrassed if you did.” 

he stayed silent for a few seconds, looking at the items in your two hands, then lifting his left hand to take both the cans of coke and the plastic bag. you let out a long breath. you hope this is obvious enough that you, y/n y/l/n, do not have a crush on him. or any liking. nothing. 

you relax back into your chair, taking in your cup noodles as you listen to the gossip and events that happened today. there seems to be a geography boys vs gym boys basketball game that went on this afternoon, which turned out to be extremely intense and entertaining to watch. your ears perked up at the mention of geo boys. 

you swallow your bite. “so who won?”

“duh, of course gym, they’re the professionals. how embarrassing would it be for them if they lost?!” your roommate answered, “geo lost because two of the best players got hurt throughout the last half of the game.” the thought of the tennis boy ran into your head, and you could not help but wonder if he got hurt too. 

“oh yeah, the jeon jungkook you have a ‘crush’ on also got hurt. think he tripped and hurt his knee or something.” she continues. you nodded before turning to nayeon to ask;“what about the tennis dude? did he play today?” 

“he played too, he was so good, i think i saw him also get hurt.” nayeon lets out a nosey ‘aww’. “you care about him quite much y/n….” you hesitate for a long time, putting yourself into deep thought. “nayeon…this is weird but, do you think that you somehow programmed my brain to take an attraction to him. because i don’t know why i’ve been thinking about and meeting him so much.” 

nayeon knits her brows. “just say if you like him or not…anyways, there’s another game tomorrow, wanna go watch?” 

you don’t know how you ended up here.

you thought you and nayeon were already early, but the court was still jammed with people. you tried your hardest to squeeze into the crowd, once you had finally worked your way to the front, your eyes caught him. 

he stood in the corner, talking to his teammates, the red basketball jersey lazily overlaying a white tee, he ran his hand through his hair, and your eyes could not move away from him. a shout from a girl next to your side entered your ear. “jungkook looks so good?!” but you didn't have the attention for jeon jungkook, your eyes and mind was completely taken away by him instead. 

the basketball game started, your eyes followed him as he took a sip from his water bottle, and high-fived his teammates before entering. a scream came from the two girls next to you. “go geo!!!” the scream caught his attention, causing him to turn towards your direction, spotting you standing next to the two girls. you make a good second of eye contact as you look away and cheer for jungkook instead. 

after giving jeon jungkook a good shout, you turn back to him, but he is still looking at you. you did not know what to do, avoiding eye contact, you scanned the entire court with your eyes but just, not looking at him. he moved and looked away to get ready with his teammates, and you felt obligated to stare back at him. you watch him as he looks away, then lowers his head to suppress a small smirk. 

and that smirk did a lot to you, you could not help but pinch nayeon’s arm. 

the sharp whistle brought you back to life, the game has started. you did not understand basketball and didn't watch games in your spare time. so the entire time, you just kept your glance on the tennis boy. 

and then you spot how his leg definitely got slightly injured during the last race, you could tell that his leg was a little uncomfortable when he was moving intensely. 

but that leg did not stop him from aiming and playing perfectly, when he ran past the crowd, it felt like a swoosh of fresh wind. midgame, the ball has gone out of court. it rolls towards you and you watch as he comes jogging to pick the ball up, then accidentally stepping on your shoes. it was a light step but he immediately looked up at you and apologized. you frown playfully and he moves closer to you. “step on me and then we can be fair.” you bite your bottom lip to suppress a dumb grin, shaking your head and gesturing him to go back into the game. 

you look to your right and see the group of girls rolling their eyes at you.  …arent they obsessed with that jeon jungkook or something…?

without a doubt, geo had won the game. you watched the large crowd of girls rush to hand the players drinks and ask for their numbers. you dragged nayeon away from the crazy amount of students that had created a crowd circling the team of boys. and you two make your way towards the convenience store on the other side of the road. 

you pause in front of the drink aisles, struggling badly to pick a drink. just as you were deciding, a hand reached out from behind you to grab two bottles of coke. “oh, sorry-” you turn your head to be faced with the familiar tennis boy. he walked slyly to the counter, paid for the drinks and handed one of the bottles to you. “sorry for stepping on you during the game.” you shake your head, mumbling that it was fine and takes the bottle with both hands carefully as if you were the one who did something wrong. 

he pauses for a second and grabs the bottle back from you before opening the bottle cap for you naturally in a swift motion. “did you not go and offer your little crush a drink?” he said with a teasing tone. you answer convincingly: “there were too many people standing around, i couldn’t squeeze in.

”oh.” he cocks an eyebrow as he slowly takes his phone out of his pocket. “i was talking to jungkook, telling him that a girl in my tennis class is interested in him, and he agreed to…give you his number.” you freeze instantly. “you want it?” he waves his phone at you. 

this is…a little awkward. to be extremely honest, you don’t want his number, but seeing his bright glassy eyes staring at you, it is a little hard to refuse to take the number. you nod slowly as you bring out your phone, and enter the number into your contacts.

on the way back to your dorm, your finger trembled to type something into the chat, all you managed to enter the chatbox was a subtle and small smiley face. 

quite awkward considering the fact that you don’t even know what this jeon jungkook looks like.. 

he replied fast, with just a casual:

‘hey’

you told him that he played really well during the game. 

jungkook thanked you and said that he had received the bag of snacks. 

well, this is a great start. but you can't help but think about what if this jeon jungkook takes an interest in you. 

when you don’t even know who he is in the first place.

the second week of tennis class, you watch the tennis boy walk onto the court with a box of gourmand chocolates. nayeon nudges you when she sees him walk towards you, and stop just in front of you. 

he looked especially calm: “he asked me to hand you this.” you reach your hand out take the pink box of chocolates and thank him with a mumble.

after class, jungkook texted you to ask if you had received the gift, and you two had some small talk. conversations about how your classes went and about his day distracted you, almost bumping into a tree. nayeon laughs as she drags you to the side before that disaster, “might as well go for this jeon jungkook if he’s brightening your day so much, y/n.” 

you lock your phone before linking arms with nayeon. you’ve never realised how often you and this jeon jungkook got along just simply by texting. this situation seems to be a little flirty since he knows that you “like” him. 

“i don’t even know him!! this was just a misunderstanding, there’s no way will i go for him.” nayeon nods her head. “of course i know it’s a misunderstanding, but it seems like it is a good misunderstanding- wait, you’re not telling me that you actually like that tennis guy…right?” 

you stop in your tracks, not saying a word. nayeon cleared the silence: “if you reckon you like the other guy, let jeon jungkook know that this was all a misunderstanding.”

 “that's exactly what i wanted to do, see?” you unlock and show her the texts. “i asked him if he wanted to go out for boba, so i could explain this to him in person, but he rejected and said he has training.” 

he rejected your offer that day, and the day after. 

neyeon jumps up when you read the “sorry, i also can’t do today.” text out: “what the heck!!!! there’s no way he’s that busy?? oh my gosh- he’s a fuckboy!! he’s a literal f-boy that can’t make enough time for all his girls-” 

excellent idea, nayeon. 

you sigh and nayeon notices how your shoulders dropped slightly.

“y/n, how about you tell the tennis guy then, cause you also have some misunderstandings with him, clear the air with him, and he can let jeon jungkook know since he obviously doesn’t have time for you”

you walk into the dining hall, only searching for the silhouette of one specific person. and there he is, sitting alone, enjoying a burger. you walk to the seat across from him, “hey.” the pair of deer eyes lands on you, and he raises an eyebrow. “what?” 

you move at the speed of a snail, taking a seat in front of him: “i have things to tell you.” 

the tennis boy puts down his meal, and slowly squeezes a sentence out his mouth. “then tell me.”

“i was talking about you because you didn’t tuck in your shirt properly the other day.”

“........i wore it like that on purpose.”

“ i was feeding that cat ages ago, like, wayyyy before you did.”

he brought the burger to his mouth, took another bite: “yup. got it.”

“okay then,” you took a deep breath, “i don’t like jeon jungkook, it was all because you misunderstood me, and thought i had a crush on you- which i do not!” you hear a soft chuckle leave his mouth. dude? “what are you laughing about.”

he swallows his bite. “nothing, you go on.”

“i’m wondering if you can go explain this to jeon jungkook….for me?” 

he looks up at you once again. “why should i go explain this to him? you should go yourself.” gosh, he is insufferable. “i really would love to! but i’ve asked to see him multiple times, but he says he is busy every single time!” 

another light chuckle. 

“don’t even laugh.” you feel humiliated, what is the matter? “i’m being deadly serious, can you literally take me seriously?” 

“do you know why you can never seem to ask him out?” the boy stares into your eyes with a hinting glance that you don’t specifically like.

you’re so confused, “no, i don’t know. but that’s literally not the point.”

“well, here’s the point.” he sips his coke and swiftly reaches into his backpack to take out his id, handing it to you. you take the id into your hands and stare at it for a while. “huh?” 

then is hits you, you don’t even know this guy's name. your eyes glance over the id, from the photo to his name..back to his id. his warm dark brown hair looking soft, his doe eyes are soft and very, very pretty. a mole at the tip of his nose, and one very visible mole perfectly under his pouty lips. did you mention he has a perfect smile? 

you almost get sucked into the photo when you realise something. huh?

you unwillingly unglue your eyes from the id and place them onto the face that is currently in front of you. he has the same smile from the id on his face right now. “what does your id mean?” he runs a hand through his perfect locks, “you still don’t know my name?”

something in you clicked. “why are you also named jeon jungkook??” this time, he lets out an even bigger laugh. “i’m the jeon jungkook.” you feel slightly sick. “.....what.”

“who did you even think jeon jungkook was then?”

“i don’t know??? i told you i’m just pretending to like this jeon jungkook person…”

jungkook raises an eyebrow, “you’re not doing much background check before pretending to like them, huh?”

his eyes still fixed on you, now with a teasing tone:” actually you misunderstood in the first place, i never thought you even had a crush on me, until you came up to me and told me that you like this jeon jungkook guy. i was utterly confused, like i thought you were using some creative way to confess to me, get my attention or something.” 

“oh my gosh i did not!” you feel so much embarrassment for yourself, even second-hand embarrassment at this point. jungkook continued: “and then i thought maybe you liked one of my friends, but just got the name wrong. but every single time when i bumped into you, you always seemed to be looking at me first, right?” 

all the blood rushed from your body to your face, and you felt your cheeks flush up. “did not!!!” 

“sure did, doll.” 

“no! see! like it’s all a misunderstanding! you have mistaken me for liking you. it’s not that deep.” you realise you’re extremely loud, causing you to lower your voice to a more softer tone.

“yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” you huff in disagreement, then you realised that you’re not only here to get these words straight but to also admit that you do like him a tad bit….not deny it completely! 

“then who’s number did you give me?”

“mine.”

“okay, so you’ve been playing me” 

“hm?”

“you knew i must’ve gotten something muddled up, but you still text me every day? you’re still giving me snacks? you’re still flirting with me?”

“that’s me being polite,” he mumbled under his breath.

“okay so you do this with everyone.”

“i don’t normally take stuff from other people, or give my number or whatever?”

“then why me?”

“since you’re the one with the biggest crush on me, so i had to be quite courteous.” 

“no. shut up.”

you can’t get yourself to be convinced that you don’t like him, just like how you couldn’t convince yourself that he doesn’t think you had a fat schoolgirl crush on him.

you don’t know what jeon jungkook wants from you! 

after that conversation, it’s like he’s even more convinced that you are in love with him. every time you enter the lunch hall, he spots you instantly, raises an eyebrow gesturing for you to sit next to the empty seat next to him. (as if saying: “here’s your chance to sit next to me, babe.”) when you ran into him in the campus library, he would knit his brows and playfully ask something like “how did you know i was going to be here?”

as if you’re tracking his location or something!!

the next basketball game came very soon. the day of the basketball game you had received a text from him giving you the time of the game and what court it was going to be at bright and early. as if he was certain you were going to go, douche. 

well…that afternoon you showed up with a baseball cap, trying to hide in the crowd. there were way more people this time, how is that even possible? when you got to lay your eyes on him, he was on his phone in the corner, while his teammates were warming up. a little delusional thought popped up in your head. he’s probably sending you a text message…? a notification sound ruined your thought. you feel the corners of your mouth slowly raise as you pulled out your phone from the butt pocket of your jeans.

“Hey! It’s Duolingo.

Make your screen time count. Take a quick Japanese lesson.”

what. you feel a little irritated as you lock your screen and before aggressively shoving your phone back into your pocket, you raise your head to search for jungkook when you meet eyes with him. you didn’t even have to search for him, he was already eyeing you.  his eyes teasingly dart from you to your phone in your hand. dude. 

you were fantasizing about yourself receiving a “where are you” text so you can hit him with a simple and petty  “i’m not coming”!!!!

he went straight into warming up after that short exchanging looks with you, one shot and the crowd of girls starts cheering like there’s no tomorrow. try hard. attention seeker. show off. you think to yourself when you shoot him a dirty glance from the crowd. it’s like he catches that look instantly, jungkook hands the ball to his teammates, and goes back to sitting on the bench in silence. you smile to yourself.

the game finishes and you drag nayeon to sprint out of the court before the herd of people makes it extra difficult. this time, another notification.

jung fking kook : group dinner, u and ur friend wanna come?

you stop in your tracks and text back: nah, i dont even know your friends.

text sent. you and nayeon start walking back when footsteps of someone running up from behind distract you. a large hand grabs your arm and turns you around in a swift motion. 

there he stood, still slightly glowy after the intense game. his eyes looked extra soft and bright under the road light. “let’s go together?” 

how can you ever reject him?

you, nayeon and jungkook went to a hot pot eatery nearby, and you wondered the entire way there if would be so darn awkward when you saw his friends. but thank god, they were way too energetic, to the point they almost didn’t even see you three walk in. jungkook insisted on introducing you to his friends, making sure each and one of his friends greeted you. you leaned closer to him and muttered “how do you know my name?” he whispered back. “not everyone is like you y/n.”

that’s when you figured, maybe he did not tell his friends about the ridiculous things you’ve said and done, since all of them greeted you and nayeon with large smiles. that calmed you down a whole lot. except the blonde boy, park jimin. he seemed like he wanted to jokingly say something, but swallowed his words when jungkook gave him a good glance. 

after dinner, nayeon made some excuses and said she had to leave early while shooting you many knowing looks and childish eyebrow raises. you stand outside of the restaurant while the boys pay the check. this night has never felt so calm on your skin before. you wanted to say bye to jungkook before leaving. but the second the boys came out of the restaurant, the same warm hand placed itself on your arm. “i’ll walk you back.” 

okay. it’s only like 5 minutes but whatever.

there were more people than you expected on the road. usually, you will not pay any attention to the people passing by but maybe because you were walking with jungkook tonight, it seemed like every goddamn couple in the world was next to you two. and everyone recognised jeon jungkook. of course, they did.

he grabbed your hand gently and decided to walk into a dark alleyway. you’ve never realised how nice his hands felt wrapped around your own. in the darkness, you can hear his faint breathing next to you. “lulu used to hunt for mice here.” he broke the comfortable silence. 

you never knew he started addressing her as lulu too. 

“and she had a lover that lived in one of these houses, they used to hang out here,” you added.

“y/n, how do you even know that?”

“i told you i was feeding lulu way before you.” you comment, this is totally a competition now.

you hear him lightly laugh in the darkness. 

the 5-minute walk took at least double the time to get there, some streetlights outside your dorm are old and broken, causing a dim-lit atmosphere. you spot a couple on the side of the street making out. if you walked even closer, you could probably even hear the sickening sounds. jungkook looked extra calm as if he could not hear anything, he walked you to the door and spoke. “you’re here.”

you don’t know what to reply to that. 

“right. i’m home.”

and he turned and walked away.

???

“that’s it?”

“that’s fucking it?:”

nayeon just opened a bag of barbeque chips, getting ready to hear about everything that went down, preparing to be surprised. she sighed to herself. she didn’t even get to get comfortable on your bed!

“he didn’t say anything? you two didn’t even hug?”

you thought to yourself before answering, “we talked about lulu. and that's it.”

“oh my days.” nayeon shakes her head in disapproval “he introduced you to his friends, what is in that little head of his?!” 

“i genuinely don’t know.” you feel a twinge of sadness growing in your chest, “maybe we overanalyzed this.” 

if this is what it feels like to like somebody, you’d rather stay single for the rest of your life. 

you decided to have a good, relaxing shower to get your mind off things. when getting into your bed, you receive a text. 

jung fking kook: breakfast tmrw?

you did not feel like replying, leaving the message read. 

jung fking kook: or lunch? both?

you felt so aggravated, your fingers moving so fast to type your thoughts out without thinking about what you wanted to say.

y/n: you’re so bloody confusing, are you currently demonstrating to me how a guy acts when they know a girl likes them or are you showing me what a guy does when they actually like someone? because this is getting so damn tiring for me, jungkook.

no emojis. you’re letting him know this is bloody serious. 

the grey typing icon pops up from the bottom of the screen, then disappears. 

audio message.

you almost jump off your bed to grab your earphones. popping the earbuds into your ears, you hear the familiar voice. before the voice could even warm your heart up, it felt like a cold splash of water in your face instead.

“hey, look im so sorry, i just- i just don’t know how to tell you this.” 

rejection tastes great, doesn’t it!

another audio message followed up. you disconnected your earphones, you do not have time for this rejection anymore.

jung fking kook: listen to it.

y/n: i’m tired. goodnight.

after typing the “good night” message out, you felt your curiosity eating you up. you pop an earbud into your ear, and press play.

“you’re correct, this is exactly what i’m doing. what a guy does when they genuinely like somebody.” you gasp and before you could even reply, an incoming call from jungkook comes in. 

“hi.”

“hi.”

“did you open it?”

you didn’t know how to respond. you panicked. are you going to say yeah i heard you just say you like me or are you going to play dumb like no bro what did u say haha

“yeah.”

“i knew it.”

“okay jungkook.”

“i’m downstairs.”

“you’re what?!”

“yeah. come down.”

jeon jungkook is going to be the death of you. (end)

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and until next time, kae.

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Hii can I ask for husband hcs for childe, neuvillette, kaeya, albedo and kazuha?

Just general hcs on what married life with them would them would be like :)

If that's too many characters you can just do your favourites out of them-

Thank you for your time! Have a good day <3

"espousal"

・❥・i actually haven't had a second since this req was sent but i am FINALLY GETTTING IT DONE DNWOEIEOWOQWIEWO

・❥・childe, neuvillette, kaeya (separate) x gn!reader

・❥・fluff time!!!

・❥・kissy times, lots of physical touch, suggestive at times, my clingy bois!!, talk of marital issues, protective kae (my beloved), i think thats itttt! enjoyyyy!!

kaeya is a TEASE, still. he straight up never stops, even though you’ve been together for so long. He’ll do anything to make you blush and catch you off guard, for no reason other than he thinks its funny, yet adorable when you react to him. 

he loves to give massages. the intimacy of it all is so important and fulfilling to him (even though he has to keep an eye on his cryo powers the whole time to make sure his hands aren’t cold) (bless him, lil baby). sometimes if he’s doing this, he’ll give you little kisses all over, and talk about his day. other times he’ll tell you how much he loves certain parts of you, your tummy, thighs, or whatever else he’s feeling enamoured with at that particular time. other times, he’s completely silent, and just basks in the feeling of being able to be with you, soft breaths or sighs from both of you filling the air. 

at times, he can be a little overly protective of you, even if you yourself are well versed in battle. this man wants to make sure you’re safe at all costs, because he knows what it’s like to lose family. in a way, you’re most of what he has. he isn’t losing you. 

he has some weird/funny habits. poking your cheeks, accidentally staring at you, sticking his tongue out at you, or at times even gently biting you for giggles. he definitely has a playful side hidden underneath his suave façade, which only you can bring out. 

ajax always wants to keep your relationship fresh and exciting! he'll always have new date ideas, or make secret plans of where to go on your next vacation (which are revealed to you about five minutes before leaving). be it a new restaurant or a revisit of your favourite places, trust he will bring as much energy and passion as always. 

he's clingy as heck, always wants your attention and is a spam texter, one hundred percent. he has really high energy so he can sometimes take a lot of patience to deal with. defo gives you at least 10 good morning kisses before he leaves for work, and might even wake you up if you're asleep. don't punch him, he's just desperate for your (albeit sleepy) attention.

he’s learned a lot about how to navigate issues in your relationship over the span of it, and is still learning. because of his childhood he can sometimes not fully understand how you feel about certain things, but he loves you, and knows he can learn no matter how long it takes. as long as you’re willing to be patient with him, he will definitely put in all his effort for you.

if there’s one word to describe childe, its curious. he wants to know everything about what makes you tick, and this doesn’t stop even after you’re married. he can sometimes struggle to speak softly when you’re upset because he has a tendency to joke around about things quite a lot, but if you tell him that you need serious time, he will definitely provide it for you.

neuvillette definitely thrives on routine, he kisses you twice each morning. once on the forehead when you’ve both just woken up, and once on the lips before he leaves to begin his work as iudex. of course this also applies when he gets home,  but perhaps he’d rather keep those routines behind closed doors ;)

neuvillette can struggle a little sometimes, but he always tries his hardest to listen to what you said all those years ago; “i love you, if something’s wrong we’ll work through it”. when he has an issue he will first mull it over alone, before coming to you. 

he is an excellent comforter. although he doesn’t see it himself, he has an incredible ability to recognise each of the emotions displayed on your face. he knows if you’re thinking, its best to stay quiet and let you come to a conclusion before speaking any more. 

random one but he LOVES when you do his hair for him, it makes him feel so cared for and loved. he feels really relaxed when you massage his scalp for him. just gives that warm fuzzy feeling, y’know?

sometimes when you’re at home he’ll start following you around the house for no apparent reason. well, there is an apparent reason, he’ll just never admit to it- he wants a hug. you might go to your bedroom or the kitchen to look for something, and he’ll just be trailing behind, waiting for your attention. when you finally give in and wrap your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, he lets out a low, calming hum. he’s content.

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Freedom or Anarchy? Part 2 of 2

Cw: cringe, swears, innuendos. Mondstadt arc has concluded. Next chapter will hopefully be out by Monday. (Expect Monday or Tuesday)

‘Where am I?’

‘What happened to me?’

‘I wanna go home!’

“Time to get up.” You hear someone call. The voice sounds familiar, deep and most likely male (you don’t want to assume). 

You open your eyes and see blue. You’re still groggy from Albedo’s tea so you can’t really stand. Someone picks you up, supporting you under your legs and you back. 

‘Hang on, if this is Mondstadt… the only man with blue here is.’ “Kae…ya?” You say groggily. 

“She speaks… or are you a he? Hard to tell.” He sets you down on a couch in an office.

“This is the terrorist Albedo gave us?” Lisa asks. You can’t quite move but you aren’t as tired as before. 

“We’ll have to tie… him? Her? …Ah up! Tie up the terrorist.” Jean says. 

“Them… I’m gender fluid. I go by them. Sometimes I’m a he, sometimes I’m a she. But my pronouns are always them.”

“Well, at least we’re getting answers.” Lisa giggles. 

You say as Kaeya binds your wrists and ankles with rope. You lean forward onto him and whisper to only him. “Tighter, daddy~” 

“Sky, where did you say that Light and Paimon ran off to?” Kaeya asks, embarrassed and blushing. 

“We’ve met Barbatos, they went off to find him.” Aether says. That’s right, the twins didn’t tell anybody their real names. 

“We’re back! And we’ve brought a friend!” Paimon cheers. 

“Obviously this goes without saying but no one can mention this man’s true identity, okay.” Jean states with a harsh tone that you’ve never heard from her before. Everyone nods, except for you. 

Venti walks towards you and you look at him. “Are you the one Celestia fears?” 

“I have no idea what that means.” 

“The descender, the honored one, the adored one. Do any of these names ring a bell?” 

“No?” 

“Do not lie to me! Albedo said-” 

“Why the F you lyin’~ why you always lyin’~” 

“…” 

“Sorry I have a tendency to reference memes and vines. I’m Gen Z, it’s a part of who we are. I’m kidding, I think that’s just me.” 

“So the Adored One has a name, Jen.”

“No that’s-” 

“And these “Me-ms” and “vines” must be your sacred texts! You’re a nature spirit aren’t you!”

“No! And for the record I don’t think you are a god!” 

“Wow, the honored one looks down upon me.” 

“Boys, Girls, and squirrels, listen up! Because I’ll only say this once. I’m not from this world. I want to go home. The world I come from none of you are real.” 

“Honored one, saying “Boys, Girls, and squirrels” doesn’t help your claim that you aren’t a nature spirit.” 

“Oh for Shucks sake. Actually can I swear in here? I don’t think so. Hell! Bullshit! Kaeya’s tight Ass! Lisa’s big boobies! Mmhmm boobies~” you start to laugh maniacally. “I need to be put in a mental hospital.” 

“Oh for the love of-” Lumine cuts herself off and goes up to you then shakes your. “Pull yourself together long enough for us to get answers.” 

“Right, right. I’m just a college kid who majored in computer science and engineering. The world I come from you all are a game and I hacked into your code which brought me here. That “Boys, Girls, and squirrels” comment comes from a YouTuber I watch semi frequently.”

(A/n: Danny Motta is his name. He’s pretty funny. Go check him out) 

“How’d you heal Stormterror then.” Aether asked. 

“The sustainer of heavenly principles gave me her powers.” 

“So… none of us are real?” Amber asks. 

“Well, I don’t know how I’d be here if you guys weren’t real but to me you’re just a game. Any of you can be killed and revived at the Statue of the Seven.” 

“I suppose that does poke holes in my credibility as an archon.” Venti twiddles his thumbs. 

“Can I please leave now? I can take Dvalin with me and we can just leave.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If Stormterror is still enraged we can’t let him destroy other nations. It could spark an all out war.” Jean says. 

“What if we let them stay at that broken down building?” Aether suggests. 

“I still think that we should keep Jen here just in case Stormterror gets any more ideas about attacking Mondstadt.” 

“So we use Jen as a bargaining chip?” Lumine chimes in. 

“Exactly.” 

“Okay if you guys are going to call me Jen can you at least make it Gen with a G? I want to be different.” 

“But Jean! Isn’t that basically asking Stormterror for a fight?” 

“Amber’s right Jean. If we’re going to keep them here we’ll need a plan to tame Stormterror.” Lisa says. 

“I’ll tame him.” Venti says assuredly. “We just have to keep them here long enough for me to calm him down.” 

“BARBATOS!” Dvalin calls from outside. “GIVE ME BACK WHATS MINE!” 

“Everyone! To your stations! Protect the city at all costs!” Jean shouts and everyone rushes from the room. 

“Shit! I have to get out of here!” 

“Master Jean! I’m scared!” Klee runs into the office. 

“Klee! Perfect timing, I’m your brother’s friend.”

“Your big brother Albedo’s friend? Why are you tied up?” 

“It’s a long story. Right now I need you to untie me so I can save everyone.” 

“You can do that? I don’t know, usually only bad people are tied up.” 

“No no! Klee it’s more complicated. You want to save Albedo and Jean and Kaeya, Lisa, Amber, Razor and everyone else right? Then you have to untie me so I can make Stormterror go away.” 

“How do I know that you aren’t lying?” 

‘If gold knows me. Chances are Alice will too.’ “Your mom knows me. I’m the adored one. You can ask her about me.” 

“Mom knows you?”

“Yeah, and you know about Albedos secret lab in the mountains right? I’ve been there. He told me about how much he cared about you.” 

“You’ve gone there?! You really do know Albedo. Okay!” She comes over and unties you. 

“Thanks.” You go over to the window, open it up and shout. “Dvalin!” He comes rushing to you at your cry and you jump out the window and grab onto his tail. 

He flies towards the woods and you land in a stone arena. “Andrius! I need a favor.” 

“What could the East Wind possibly want from me?” 

“Protect the Adored one at all costs. 

“How can this puny human be the Adored one?”

As the two bicker you quietly sneak away. As you climb out of the arena you stop when you see black boots and look up. 

“Who are you.” Diluc looks down at you. 

“I am iron man.” 

“Iron man?” Dvalin roses as he and Andrius start to brawl. 

“Can you get me out of here?” 

“Are you the one rumored to have healed Stormterror?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Come on.” He grabs your arm and hoists you up. He then picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and starts to run. 

“Hey! Am I just a sack of potatoes to you?” 

“Quiet down or they’ll hear us.” He runs and runs until you two get to a water bank. “Follow this past west and you’ll be in Liyue.” He tells you as he sets you down. 

“Oh wow. My own dark knight. How romantic. Well for saving the fair ward of the dragon you get a kiss, as a reward.” 

“No thank you.” He grimaces at you. 

“Oh come on! I was promised debauchery! You’re no fun.” 

“Just leave.” 

“Thanks for saving me! I’m coming back for that kiss though!” You say as you run off. 

‘Hot dragon archon here I come! Please be like a lizard and have two co-‘

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Your Genshin kids are adorable! I love the Priscilla/Yuying/Claire friendship you alluded to in the last art dump (poor Diluc… your daughter just has an instinct for divine beings)

But on the topic of poor Diluc, how do their parents react to the friendship? Diluc and Wriothesley seem like they would be good friends since they have a lot in common but everyone else basically represents every faction in the game.

You got Neuvillette, a dragon sovereign seeking to judge the archons for their crimes; Zhongli, an archon who presumably destroyed Khaenri'ah 500 years ago; Kaeya, a Khaenri'ah spy who is a descendant of the man who founded the abyss order; and Childe, a fatui harbinger who fell into the abyss.

Would they try and keep it together for the sake of their kids? (I love the idea that the three girls are there going :3 while their parents are glaring daggers at each other) Would they find some sort of common ground? Would they recognize each other immediately but think the others don’t know so they come up with increasingly ridiculous ways to hide it? How did Wriothesley and Neuvillette react to the incident with Claire and Yuying? (Can you tell I like the angst?)

hi hi!! thank you so much im glad you like them!!! bc we have limited knowledge atm there's a lot of questions posed that cannot be answered and considering how new fontaine is idk anything for sure //shakes hoyo

they try to keep cordial for the kids tm or at least not to be bad influences in front of them. extra notes under the cut:)

diluc met nv first when he brought claire to fontaine for a business trip and she just, drags in a half dragon to him yelling "i made a new friend!:D" then he met nv and he knew. just knew, these people ain't human. found out they're dragons. "great," he sighed once more.

kae plays his quartermaster persona to a t. when he first meets wriolette he puts on the charm. nv only knows him for via the knights and wrio rarely goes above ground. so like, they're cool with him. mostly. they both do questionable shit that nv can't personally approve of but hey. they ain't his problem. (on that note i like to think he'd be good friends with jean:)) (does nv know about kaeya's khaenrian blood? does he know about khaenri'ah in general? i dont have him)

kaeya and wrio has this, kind of friendship that's like, there's a tension there. they're both people with reputations, but also, like that tm. they're cordial and they get along but there's. SOMETHING.

meanwhile diluc meeting wrio? he's ELATED. man has good taste in tea. they spar sometimes. FINALLY, SOMEONE NORMAL.

wrio is happy in general his baby is making friends meanwhile nv is: to claire: good child:) to yuying, the daughter of one of the usurpers: hmmmm :| (he knows the child did nothing wrong and she's a good kid in general) contrast to diluc he actually LIKES childe. for one he helped with the narwhal thing, and the fatui helped during the crisis and childe himself never did anything bad personally so they're chill. he will sometimes humor his requests to fight if he's free. then decks him. the adeptus power up juice doesn't help much rip. the girls like to play with his hair.

zhongli knows kaeya's khaenrian. kaeya at some point finds out zhongli is rex lapis. they. they have to keep it together. one of them is under nda. outside of that, there's a reason kaeya is liked by the old timers of mond.

zhongli and nv:

nv finds out eventually. and for the sake of his daughter, dont worry about it. they'd bond over old people things probably. nv should meet yanfei and they should be friends if anything cause zl is a menace and they'd be passive aggressive w each other. (i need info but it would be so funny for their kids to go my dads stronger! and make them fight each)

via claire, AGAIN, she invites her bestie yy and the new friend from fontaine to her bday party cause SURE WHY THE FUCK NOT. and those 2 non humans meet and GASP, you're just like me!

post accident tm, what do you even say to that. how do you even react to that

early on in yuying and claire's friendship, on a windy summer day, diluc slowly gets used to having to be cordial with a harbinger. a harbinger who who married a god. someone who will live longer than him. he spoke to childe, as they watch their daughters laugh and run through the grapevines, "one day, when i'm no longer around, please look after my daughter."

#im going insane #thank you anon:))) #ask #anonymous #omegaverse au #kaeluc #zhongchi #wriolette #genshin impact

[delusionisaplace]

“Is a ten but…” Tag Game

thank you for the tag @fleurtygurl!! i thought this was a funny idea, so i decided to use my ocs from lovers to strangers because they’re all clowns in their own right 😭😭

Rules: List your OCs as “tens but” to give us a not at all comprehensive scope of their characters

Kaiyo: Is a ten but will randomly start singing because you said a word that reminded him of a song. No song is safe from him.

Ryoji: Is a ten but almost never cares about anything. He will absolutely ignore you if he doesn’t care about what you have to say.

Kenshin: Is a ten but takes everything super seriously, especially if he knows you’re telling a joke, just because he thinks it’s funny when other people get annoyed with him.

Shigeru: Is a ten but is really unserious. Like, your dog could die and he would make a joke out of it.

Misayo: Is a ten but has no patience for any nonsense or inconvenience whatsoever. She will walk away from you if you say anything stupid.

gently tagging: @kae-luna @ember-writer @athenswrites and anyone else who wants to do this!!

#tag game #tagging game #wip: lovers-to-strangers

[variousqueerthings]

hii do you mayhaps have any good poems youd recommend to read?

gosh this had me going through my bookmarks and my poetry tag

it's a funny thing about poems, I feel like such a private thing to me that I almost don't want to share my feelings on them, because they're too telling, so let's resist that for a second and see what happens if I do share a bit. also I'm quite obvious in a lot of my favourites like Wendy Cope or Mary Oliver, I read them again and again, they're the ones to make me feel grounded

I did get into a big phase with the anti-war poets of WWI, especially Wilfred Owen, and that comes around again every year around the remembrance Sunday pageantry

I like poems about not dying, I like poems about knowing you're going to die and living until that moment I like poems about mundanity (see Oliver and Cope) I like poems about mythologies and religion, I like queer poems but I can never tell you which ones speak to me why (see the poetry tag), I once saw a 2 hour concert of Kae Tempest doing their spoken word music/theatre/hip-hop/poetry while never even stopping to take a sip of water and I'd recommend hearing them speak, I have been reading a lot of poems about war and genocide I have yet to find a poem about mental illness that really speaks to me, but maybe that's because I've been afraid to look too hard, but this one speaks to something

and although I haven't saved a single one on here, I require and need poems about nature and should take a look where I've stashed all of those, but also those are perhaps the most private to me, but I think we don't write about nature enough and I should do that

and then there's the ones that aren't intended to be poems until they are through their recontextualisation like the one on here about the stars on the ceiling, which shockingly it seems I have not reblogged on either of my blogs, or the children's answers to what love is, which I do have at the bottom of this page which generally has a lot of these

and I like this one poem I wrote one time that's not on here where I had a conversation with Joan of Arc. I think a lot of us trans people have conversations with people from the past from time to time asking them what the thread from them to us looks like and it's good to voice them

#poetry #hope there's something forya there friend #hope it's not too rambly #im feeling odd today and looking at these is hitting me harder

[queenpiranhadon]

I need some help

So me and my childhood best friend of 9 nines now are in a bit of a situation- except she doesn’t know that yet. We’ll call her Riri. Riri and I have been through a lot together- we’ve been through a lot of fights and makeups but honestly right now I have no idea what to do with her right now. I don’t want to say too much because my irl friends would probably know who she is if I elaborated but she’s being extremely mossy and keeps acting as if she has complete control over my life. I tease her for liking something a lot “ugh Kae you’re actually so insensitive can you like stop?” When she disrespects my fashion sense and my interests and friend choice. “Omg Kae to be fair, you have a lot to work on.” I’m sarcastic or sassy for a second? “Seriously you’re so rude- don’t talk to me like that.” Any other time? “Well I’M sorry, I’m just giving back with interest.”

Like I’m seriously at my wit’s end with her. Even after all of this, it’s a continuous loop of tolerate, adapt, tolerate, adapt etc etc etc

And even so, I’m still not apparently enough because she’s always so damn happy with other people who literally act the same way as me. When her other friends are loud? “Omg did you see them earlier? It was SO FUNNY.” When I’m loud? “Kae actually shut up, people are staring.”

And whenever I try to bring it up she’s like “Girl we’re best friends I just treat you like that because we’re close.”

Bull. Shit. I’m mean to my friends all the time but I back off when I’m being mean- she’s just another level.

Not to mention, she ALWAYS THINKS THE WORST OF ME. Someone we both know was going through something really tough, so I comforted them the best way I could- by being weird. And they cheered up! But when I was talking about it earlier in front of her she’s like “Kae wtf that’s so mean.” Like did you really think I would’ve done it if it made them feel WORSE?!

It’s come to the point where she won’t even let me be nice to her- like I try to go out of my way to do something special for her this one time and now she’s like “Kae if you fucking do it I will actually stop being your friend.” but if my one response to another outfit of hers is “lackluster” then she runs off telling people I called her ugly.

And here’s the real tip of the iceberg. I’ve been in a club for the past three consecutive years of my life- ever since it first started- and the teacher running it knows me and trusts me enough to run some of it on my own because I am capable and passionate about said club. Then Riri comes along and joins the club for my last year or doing it and now I’m apparently not doing my job right?? Like I know my shit, and she’s waltzing over making me feel incompetent again.

And when I actually do feel competent about something- she guilt trips me into feeling bad for being good at it- that it’s my fault for being talented at something she isn’t.

And it’s just so mentally taxing when I don’t feel like talking to her for a few days and then she comes along asking if I’m mad at her, and I say no of course not because losing a childhood friend who knows me so well would destroy me and my goddamn separation anxiety, but my mental capacity can’t take this shit anymore because never in my life has a legitimate friend made me feel so bad about myself- not even my ex- and I don’t know what to do.

yay angst

sorry for the vent lmao

#the queen has spoken #okay gonna go wallow in a hole of self pity byeeee

[zorosdimples]

Kae… genshin is testing my adhd more than anything ever has before. Deadass I have sunk 500+ hours in to persona games no problem but genshin is killing me a little

I’m somewhere early Inazuma. I just busted some guy out of prison idk. Let me tell you, I have been STRUGGLING with the fucking quest dialogue. I swear to god sometimes only 10% of what is said is actually relevant to the quest plot. Why are they talking so much. Shut up and tell me what I need to do next!!! I’ve never been a dialogue skipper but I have been just hitting auto-play and not paying attention

I would also like to complain about the “go to x location and look around. Paimon has three lines of dialogue. Now go back to wherever tf you came from” it’s driving me insane. So much teleporting

Otherwise I’m really enjoying it! I’m definitely having more fun grinding materials and fucking around in the woods than the main quest rn 😬 I pulled Navia the other night and I’m obsessed with her!!! She’s so busted it’s dumb!!!

leigh it sounds like you’re ahead of me, although i’m also in inazuma!

i love the game, but i wholeheartedly agree that it tends to baby you and can be annoyingly repetitive with a lot of irrelevant dialogue… paimon has to repeat everything multiple times and we have to go back and forth between places like—i get! i understand! let’s move along! but i try my best not to skip the dialogue because i don’t want to be confused. and i do love some of the funny, quirky, and cunty input we get from paimon.

oooooh navia!!!! she’s so fucking cool. i pulled ayaka and now i’m trying to pull her sword aaand i love her <3

#༄ kae’s mailbox

[kynrki]

if your moots met Enhypen what do you think would they do? will the members appreciate them? Love trope oop-

HI!! im so sorry this is late!!! you sent this jus as i went into hiatus😓😓😓

001. @hikyeom

felt like they met enha they would be chill about it. like i feel yes they would be like screaming on the inside but ik on the outside they woukd appear calm and collected. def get along with jay i feel….but if it was svt on the other hand……

002. @ox1-lovesick

LOLOL OKAY SO SAV LMAO i feel they would do dumb shit idk man. like accidentally trip in front of them and like idk make them laugh with out even trying to😭,, i also feel like niki would def like them bc they funny and have a good vibe to be around!!!

003. @luvhooniez

KAE MY DAY 1 BAE😓💓💓so i feel like kae would be so cute fr. like they would look at her so softly and like kinda care for them (esp jungwon i feel),, LOLOL would 100% say something they weren’t supposed to tho☠️ but overall make them smile!!!

004. @hyeki

#FURRY4LYF 100% would also say dumb shit.😭😭and like be so random, they would look at them like ‘what are you even on?’ but they couldn’t careless i fear. would also talk about furries……….LMAO IM JKJK but in general will have a good funny vibe around them and kinda makes jake laugh (i never said that tho)

005. @deeznutsriki

MY BAE HI!!! again i feel vv soft vibes from her!!! like i feel like she wouldn’t say anything, ONLY bc she doesn’t wanna hurt anyones feelings or say something wrong,, but i think she would get along with them vv well and have a entertaining conversation.

006. @delcakoo

LMAO EMA😭😭😭i feel ema would literally drool for them. like she would literally stare at them for a good minute before actually saying anything…..also blurts out random things that makes them think ‘okay?’ LMAO IM SORRY EMA BUT IDK ESP FOR HEESEUNG😭😭😭

007. @haknom

AYLA 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 i feel ayla would lowkey be vv cool about it all. like in the sense that the way she carries herself, they would be like ‘woah who is that’ sorta?? and would immediately smile if she started talking with them!!! vv positive and all!!

008. @completelyrain

MALI 🤭🥰 LMAO ANOTHER PERSON WHO WOULD BE SO CHAOTIC!!!! like literally the words will jus keep flying out of her mouth non stop. im talking about mali talking x10 normal speed, ☠️LMAOAOA I LOVE MALI SM😭😭😭

009. @yenqa

YENI🤞🏼🤞🏼yen i feel like would be dying on the inside and outside. (sorry not sorry😘🤭) LIKE??? hands would be shaking, sweat forming on her forehead and hands. literally about to like pass out or something esp if they look concerned at her,, but will regain herself again and introduce herself properly,, sunoo would 100% feel bad and try to comfort her!!!

010. @trsrina

INA💓imy😓 BUT i think ina would be vv much like frozen. they would literally stand in one spot and you would literally have to force them to talk/move bc they will not budge a single bit😭😭😭like they would think its all in their imagination bc how is it even real (same) LMAO😭

#moot games with k ! #i have nicknames for all my moots #LOVE YOU GUYS😘😘😘

[69misato69]

A Severe Lack of Father Figures? (Diluc x Childe) ✦ 800 words, smut and crack

archive of our own ✦ twitter

masterlist pinned on my profile !

crack idea we came up with on discord at 4 in the morning kae and childe are close friends with a doctorate in pranking diluc, diluc and kaeya are siblings, childe and diluc are boyfriends. please dont bring weird ass ship discourse on here, this is the most unserious thing i have ever written + i love chiluc you do you !! enjoy !!

cw: smut in the beginning, mention of a daddy kink that goes HORRIBLY wrong in a very funny way

Top Diluc x Bottom Childe

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

Diluc brushes the sweaty ginger strands away from Childe's face, panting and grunting while he thrusts in and out with harsh, merciless movements.

Childe lays under him, he clings onto Diluc with his arms and legs like a koala and melts away everytime the redhead pushes into his prostate. 

Diluc notices him tremble and grind up, attempting to get more friction with needy moans.

“Faster?” he groans, feeling himself drawing near as much as Childe does. 

But what Diluc hears next makes him freeze in bewilderment.

Childe’s back arches as he moans, consumed by lust, “Hah—yes. Please, Daddy.”

Diluc stops moving, glaring down at Childe in utter shock.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” 

His red locks cage their faces like a curtain pulled over. 

Childe whines at the loss of movement, “I said uhh—Please, Diluc.”

“No you didn’t.” 

Diluc's brows furrow, after getting over the initial shock and picking his jaw off the floor, he pulls out entirely and stands up beside the bed, searching for the clothes that Childe almost ripped off of his body a while ago. 

“Put your clothes back on and meet me in the living room.” he heads for the door, leaving Childe sweaty and painfully hard with reddened cheeks on the mattress.

"What?" he gasps.

Diluc seems firm and unyielding, he puts on his shirt and shakily pulls up his boxers, "Did I stutter?" he scoffs with his back turned, leaving the bedroom. 

Childe lowers his legs to the bed, pushing them together as he can't help but moan at how his sensitive tip gets squeezed between them, “Hey! Come on, I was so close.” 

“You should’ve thought of that before calling me daddy.” 

Childe chuckles, “Sounds funny when you say it.”

It does. It sounds hilarious and out of place, a word that Diluc would never utter under normal circumstances. 

“Am I laughing?” he turns around with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Well you surely do sound like a dad now." 

Childe looks adorable, yet daring. Diluc hates leaving him like this as well, tempted to slither inside the bed and finish what he started, especially with the way Childe cheekily eyes him up and down. 

On the other hand, he also knows that Childe is like a puppy. He goes after whatever it is that he finds entertaining. Due to his playful and experimental nature, Diluc has also discovered a lot more about himself over the years. 

Most of the sick and twisted things he now enjoys have started out as jokes between them, but this one was too much. 

Diluc was planning to marry him one day, maybe even adopt kids and buy a big house for their family. And if that day ever comes, their children should be the only people that call Diluc, well…that. 

So he has to disregard how the word made his heart skip a beat. 

“Ajax.” he says firmly. 

Childe pouts and sits on the edge of the bed, admitting defeat, “Okay, okay fine.” 

Diluc disappears into the corridor and Childe dresses himself, holding back a laugh and eventually wiping it off his face before stepping in the living room. 

He settles over the couch as Diluc sits across on the armchair. His elbows rest on the arms of it with fingers intertwined below his chin.

They sit in silence, until Diluc parts it with a serious tone.

“What would your father think if he knew you were calling your boyfriend daddy, Ajax?”

Childe ruffles the back of his hair with a giggle, “Well his first problem would be the ‘boyfriend’ part if I’m being honest.” 

Diluc rubs his temples. 

Childe leans forward, eyes darkening slightly with a teasing smirk.

"But… you turned red all over. Was it anger or embarrassment, Diluc?" 

Diluc feels his cheeks heat up again, at the worst possible time.

"Oh my god, you like it!" 

"I don't." Diluc stands up, sinking into a state of rage and confusion while even his ears match the color of his hair.

“Think about what you’ve done, reflect upon your actions and then you can come inside.” he points his finger at the ginger.

“Oh, I sure will.” 

Diluc already regrets using the word come in a sentence. He shoots Childe a deathly glare, causing the sly grin on his face to replace itself with an apologetic look. 

“I sure will—think about what I have done and reflect upon my actions.” 

At least he sticks the landing. Diluc hums, when he’s out of range, Childe reaches for the phone on the coffee table. 

Kae

lmk how it goes

Received at 03:31 p.m.

Ajax

he hates it lmao

Sent at 06:09 p.m.

good lol

he asked me what my dad would think of me calling my bf daddy

HELP IM DYING WHY HE GOTTA BRING UP UR DAD

I KNOW 

did he give you a couch speech

HE DID

yea he always does it for the dumbest shit lmfao

k i gotta reflect upon my actions now catch u later kae

IM WHEEZING BYE LOL

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin crack #genshin smut #genshin diluc #genshin childe #diluchi #mlm

[kaerwyn-ehlcryss]

prompt: “Come over here and make me.”

A young Kae barely into his adulthood slips through the door of his yurt just as a short pink haired woman races out past him. He stands there for a moment as he surveys his possessions and an eyebrow begins to twitch when he finds his fresh bottle of Airag that he hadn't even opened missing.

"Lorma...." he turns around and rushes out of the yurt, quickly casting his gaze around until he finds the pink hair making her way out of camp, "Nhaama's tits why is it always my unopened Airag." he gives chase. It isn't long outside camp when he finally starts to catch up to her. "LORMA! GIVE MY AIRAG BACK!" She shouts

"COME OVER HERE AND MAKE ME!" she practically sings back and once they are out of view of the camp she spins around, holding the bottle behind her and grinning at him.

Kae comes to a stop in front of her and looks down at the much shorter woman, "Lorma, why do you always steal my new bottles?"

"Because I know you'll come after me if I do!" she continues to grin at him.

He sighs and snaps a hand out trying to reach around to grasp the bottle from her, but she catches his hand, hooks a leg around the back of his ankle and then just dead drops while holding the bottle out causing the two of them to go crashing into the grass while she laughs and giggles.

Kae grunts as he catches himself with one arm and the other catches Bolormaa's head, cushioning her as they go down, "That wasn't funny."

He sighs and flops down next to her in the grass afterwards, she responds by snuggling close to him, moving her head to his shoulder, "I thought it was, you're so predictable when it comes to me!"

"...Well...of course I am..." he sighs, "You're pretty easy for me to understand too Lorma."

"Is that why you never lock the bottle up?" "Yea of course...You like it when I chase you all over camp over it right?"

Bolormaa smiles brightly and rests her tail over Kae's thigh, "Yup! Thank you for always indulging me."

"Well of course I'm going to indulge you Lorma, we're about to be married after all."

She sits up and starts to say something before she points up at the sky and squeals in delight, "The stars are falling!"

The two grow quiet as they watch the meteor shower, the only sound between them is the uncorking of the bottle of Airag.

#about kaerwyn #Bolormaa: I hope we will be like this forever #Kaerwyn: I know we will

[carruechedaily]

Random, but I started to think about how people have treated Meg over the years, before Tory. They loved her when she first hit the scene, only to switch up and start saying how she can't really rap like that (she can out-rap most male rappers), saying her flow was predictable/tired (most male rappers do the same thing. They just add a cute, catchy beat), there was quite the discourse on her looks too.

Now, people are acting like they have never said these things. I'm not talking about those that are just simply standing with her in terms of what Tory did. I'm talking about the ones who hated on her (not simply having opinions, but genuinely hating on her. I'm aware that some people genuinely didn't like her music/raps/fashion and I'm not including them in this) and now it's like Meg has always been their girl.

The switch up has been so funny to watch, as soon as he was found guilty people had nothing to say anymore lol. Same thing happened with Kae

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Hiiiiiiii~ I am not back but I’ve been looking through my notes app and came across a couple old Kaeya aus and.. idk I thought they were Neat so. I might post more but here’s an anemo!Kae for ya

(Warning this bitch is Old and I copy-pasted it directly from the notes. Tw for self destructive tendencies and a hint of suicidal ideation. Fairly minor but please stay safe!)

- he gets the Vision almost immediately after his father leaves. Logically, he knows that he could use it as a symbol of his innocence; after all, what kind of god would give a Vision to a spy? But he’s not listening to logic; he throws it into the bushes the moment he registers what it is. He’s terrified of the thing, and wants it GONE.

- It doesn’t go away though. Inside his borrowed room, it’s there, sitting innocently on his windowsill. He reaches out hesitantly, thinking, “maybe it’s someone else’s and they just left it?” only to recoil in disgust and horror when it reacts to him. He debates throwing it out the window, but the realization that the maids will inevitably find it leads him to keep it with him temporarily. He decides to bury it the next time he’s allowed outside.

- But it keeps returning. For years, no matter what he does, that damn Vision always seems to follow him. He’s thrown it in rivers, buried it, hid it in trees, thrown it at monsters; but it always reappears the next morning, at the latest.

- That’s not all. The wind itself seems to have it out for him; randomly changing direction just to blow his hair into his face, blowing leaves and flowers into his hair (and only his!), becoming windy whenever he leaves the house, stealing his drawing paper and pencils, etc. it drives him absolutely crazy.

- He hates the wind, even when it’s being nice. It stops him from hitting the ground too hard whenever he falls from high up and keeps him from going out of control while he’s learning to glide. He hates it. He wants to crash. It’s cruel. So cruel.

- Of course, the people of Mond don’t see it that way. Why would they? The wind is sacred to them. They see the way it plays with the strange foreign boy and laugh, dubbing him “dandelion”. He doesn’t think it’s that funny.

- One day, he decides he can’t take it anymore. It’s too much, constantly needing to hide his past along with his Vision. He takes it to a statue of the Seven, and places it at the feet of Barbatos, quietly begging him to take it back.

- He’s spotted by Diluc, who was running errands in Mond with Kaeya and wondered what was taking him so long. Kaeya gets up to leave, refusing to turn around. Curious, Diluc checks what Kaeya left behind, and is shocked to find a Vison; and not just any Vision, but an Anemo Vision at that!

- He scoops it up, ecstatic, and races over to Kaeya, asking why he ever bothered to hide this and why he was just leaving something so valuable behind.

- Kaeya wants to tell him that he’s not deserving, that a liar and a traitor like him should have never received a Vision. But he can’t say that. So instead, he tells Diluc that he’s not from here, and that he hadn’t done anything to be blessed with such a gift. Diluc tells him that’s stupid, and of course he belongs here, he wouldn’t have gotten a Vision otherwise, right? And Kaeya just smiles emptily, because of course Diluc would see it that way. So simple. So clean. If only it were that easy...

- So, Diluc drags him home to show off his “new” Vision. Everyone is excited, congratulating and insisting on a celebration. Jean, upon discovering his Vision, gets extremely excited and shows him her own, brand new Vision. “We match!!” Kaeya just smiles awkwardly, more and more uncomfortable. He doesn’t deserve this.

- That night, he stares at the Vision in his hands, feeling empty. He’s going to have to start using it soon. He pushes it under the bed.

- It’s.. hard, at first. He doesn’t hate the gods, never did (even if he wished he could), but he isn’t fond of them either. He can’t bring himself to use his Vision; it feels like a betrayal. (To mondstadt or to khaenri’ah, he doesn’t know.) He hates how it feels, clinking against his thigh; a constant reminder of its existence. He hates how it looks, beautiful and broken in a way that none of the other visions are. (Even with the Anemo Archons direct blessing, he will never be free)

- The wind is much softer now, playing less pranks and instead wrapping around him, like it’s trying to hug him. It plays with his hair, gently, taking care not to tangle it. The flowers that get blown his way are fully formed, and the ones that reach his hair sit prettily. It feels like an apology. Kaeya hates that it makes him feel better. Hates that he’d rather be outside, dancing with the wind, than inside with all the people who look at him and see only what they want to see.

- But slowly, it gets better. He never gets attached to his Vision, but he grows used to its presence. He has fun, coming up with stupid combo moves with Diluc and manipulating his fire. He enjoys creating currents with Jean to play with. The wind is his constant companion, following him everywhere, even indoors, and finding every opportunity to play with him. The constant weight of his past becomes lesser as he’s accepted fully into Mond. For the first time in so long, he’s content and happy where he is. Quietly, he thanks the Anemo Archon for letting him become part of Mond.

- And then it all goes wrong

- The night of Diluc’s 18th birthday happens much the same as it does in canon. The wind howls in displeasure, desperately trying to stop the two from fighting. But this time, Kaeya already has a Vision. A Vision he knows how to use. A Vision that he never activates, even under Diluc’s relentless assault.

- So, the au could end here. Kaeya dies, not bothering to defend himself against Diluc. Or...

- Kaeya survives. Perhaps more hurt than in canon, or perhaps not. I imagine the wind was what saved him, somehow. Or perhaps his Vision activated in a desperate attempt to save its wielder. But now he’s back to hating his vision. He asks Barbatos why he ever gave him a Vision if could never be free. Why he took away Kaeya’s choice to die. Why he even gave him this stupid Vision when he had done nothing to earn it. How cruel of him, to not have struck him down the moment he entered Tyvat. To allow him into Mond, knowing full well Kaeya would only destroy either it or himself in the end. How so very cruel.

- The wind seems to be trying to reassure him, fluttering around him in the same way it’s always done, but he simply ignores it until it stops. He throws his Vision away, once again.

- The next morning, it shows up once more. But this time, it has a note: should he choose to throw it away again, it will not return until he truly needs it. Kaeya puts it on his belt.

Some notes about this au:

- the wind kinda has its own mind? Venti isn’t going around stalking Kaeya, even if he has a soft spot for him. The wind is generally influenced by its Archon, so naturally, when it felt how much Venti likes Kae, it started following him around. It’s very mischievous.

- Kaeya, despite his initial misgivings and annoyance, does grow to be very fond of the wind. The Wind is his closest friend after Diluc, and he’s only his true, genuine self around the wind. Even if he loves Diluc, he still has to put up masks all the time around him. The Wind doesn’t judge him though, and the Wind won’t tell anyone the secrets he tells it.

- He stops doing this after That Night, and starts greeting the Wind in the way he does everyone; like an old friend, but overly polite and distant. He stops being genuine and starts wearing his masks, even when interacting with the Wind. He lies to it. The Wind mourns.

- Kaeya, after that night, starts using his Vision as a sort of self punishment; a reminder that he will never be free, and that everything he has is fake and fragile.

- Both the Wind and Venti mourn Kaeya.. pretty much all the time. They both love him a lot but boy howdy he has Issues and doesn’t listen to either of them

- They just want their baby to be happy, but he was only genuinely happy for like 5 anxiety ridden years and now he’s even worse

- OKAY SO I WROTE THIS AGES AGO AND THEN KAZUHA CAME OUT AND CONFIRMED THAT THE WIND IS SENTIENT GODDAMN IT

- every time I make a simple au it always ends up having elements of canon in some way

- Anyway. So. Basically Kazukae all the way baby because I am a pathetic allkae whore

- The Wind loves its kiddos so MUCH, and it talks to Kazuha all the time about Kaeya and really wants them to meet

- It just wants both of them to have a friend because of all they lost

- And eventually, Kazuha, after the inazuma quest line, returns to Liyue. But the Wind really wants him to go to Mond so he’s just like yeah baby let’s get it

- So he goes to Mond and the Wind is very excited because!! Kazuha gets to see its Home!! The Home of its archon!! And KAEYA!!! And Kazuha is like yeah bitch loving the energy but why are you so excited

- And then he struts into town and the wind is absolutely BUZZING, like it is ECSTATIC, and it keeps growing in intensity until Kaeya walks up behind him and is all, “oh another outsider?”

- And the wind is absolutely SINGING, just going “Here comes the ~boy~, hello boy, welcome~” and Kazuha has Moment where he’s like “oh! You’re the other guy!” And Kaeya’s like lmao yeah

- Okay but seriously

- The Wind can’t really. Communicate? Very well? And it doesn’t understand concepts like names. So it just knows that these 2 are it’s babies who it loves a lot, so when it tells Kazuha about Kaeya, the most it can say is “find the child with the sad eye”. Child being relative since the wind is older than it’s archon. Anyway when Kazuha DOES meet Kaeya, and feels how overjoyed the wind is, he connects the dots and has a lovely little bittersweet conversation about how the Wind is incredibly fond of him.

- Basically Kazuha going “wow the wind really loves you” (affectionate) and Kaeya going “I suppose it does” (derogatory)

#I have.. so many drafts. eugh #a whole bunch of aus in my notes too but they’re all Kaeya aus so. whoops #to the people who followed me: Why #genshin impact #kaeya #Kazuha #anemo!kae au (the sad one) #au #tw suicidal ideation #tw self destructive behavior #kazukae #just a smidge #long post