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Nothing much to say except I really like the whole contract/immortality thing Baizhu and Changsheng have going on

And maybe, maaayyybe, I ship them a little bit-

This is the first-ever official Medcember event, and I hope you join in!

Rules

This is a 1-month-challenge for medical-based whump fanworks.

All sorts of fanworks (art, writing, graphics) are welcome.

AI-Art or AI-Writings are NOT permitted.

SFW and NSFW are both welcome - but please make sure to tag it accordingly.

Tag CWs if you share under this tag!

Write as little or as much as you like! The choices are endless!

All entries that comply with these rules will be reblogged here during December!

If you have questions, please don't hesitate to send an ask!

Full list of prompts under the cut.

Undiagnosed Chronic Illness

Septic Shock

Field Medicine

Sedation

Quarantine

Seizure

Transfusion

Rare Diseases

Life Support

Flare-Ups

Wound Care

Intensive Care Unit

Paralysis

Medical Error

Anaphlyaxis

Bedside Vigil

Organ Failure

Accident & Emergency

Recovery

Last Resort

Resuscitation

Goodbye

Chronic Illness

Stab Wound

Extended Stay

Smoke Inhalation

Gun Shot Wound

Road Traffic Accident

Crush Injury

Fight, Flight, or Freeze

Red & Blue Lights

Alt Prompts

Amputation

Coughing Up Blood

Frost Bite

Emergency Surgery

Head Injury

Invisible Disability

AHHHHH HEIZOU

genshin concert soon hehe

i was cleaning up my procreate files and then i found this old digimon american high school AU (s1-s4) i made in 2022 and I never shared, I made this AU because i rewatched digimon in english dub (new experience since i grew up with indo dub and used to rewatch it in original japanese dub) and i was like “damn they’re so americanized here it’s funny” and then yeah i got inspired to draw this lol

i remember i had fun drawing these designs, but never really shared it, so i will just share them now, sorry i just drew adventure to frontier seasons, i haven’t finished the later seasons (except appmon but i think i hadn’t even finished appmon when i drew these)

@gem-in-the-horizon ‘s beautiful oc, Amelia!!! Love this girlie :)

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

AH YES OF COURSE 💙💙💙💙

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The cold weather called for laziness

Indeed, Inej had become very fond of afternoon naps

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

Where Kaz was putting some logs into the fire

Leaning into his cane

The cold was specially heartless with his leg

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

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

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

He turned to her

His eyes had a new light to them

She liked that, she liked the light in his eyes

"Inej."

Without words, she held out a hand

A request

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

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

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

"So do I," she challenged

They would never be able to live slowly, not really

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

But they were trying

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

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

He placed the blanket around them both

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

Kaz had never felt peace

Not really

Not like this

This felt awfully close

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

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

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

His voice was hoarse, but gentle

Just for her

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

For both of them

But Inej threw that out the window and nodded

Kaz was so warm

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

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

It made him shiver

Inej stopped and looked up

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

Well, trauma would never really leave them

They were a constant work in progress

But Kaz said, "Your fingers are cold."

He took her bare hand in his

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

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

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

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

Inej smiled, and touched his cheek

He hovered slightly above her, watching her

"You should rest more often," he told her

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

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

"So early on?"

"Adjustments have to be made," she laughed softly

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

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

Kaz's expression was unreadable

One moment he looked thoughful

He didn't pull his hand away

Inej nuzzled against him, and Kaz brought her closer

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

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

Of wars won

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

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

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

Inej looked up at him

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

Inej's fingers traced his jaw lightly

Kaz closed his eyes

She said, "I love you."

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

Inej's eyes fluttered closed

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

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

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

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

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it didn’t matter that he was a year older

she terrified him

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

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

that made his chest ache 

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

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

they were inseparable

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

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

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

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

she never fell

or he never saw her fall

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

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

she has grass stains all over her dress

and leaves in her black, wild hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You should show me sometimes.”

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

Alf looks at her. “Ask him.”

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

“Maybe that’s all there is.”

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

that makes him think

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

called him Bastard

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

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

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

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

they’d wanted him to know, they said

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

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

that day, Alf had also learned what assassinated meant

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

he read a lot

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

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

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

there’s so much more to a story

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

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

“Yeah,” Alf says. “Just thinking.”

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

“I’ll be right there,” Alf murmurs

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

Alf watches her, sighing quietly to himself

he never thinks about his biological parents much

his dads are all he ever knew

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

they are his family

as much as Kaz and Inej aer his family

as much as Nina and Matthias are his family

as much as Liza is, too

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

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

he pities the end his parents got

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

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

he closes his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away

and then he feels water drip into his face

hovering above him is Liza, smiling down at him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the duck flutters his wings and walks away

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

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

she notices everything

that also terrifies him a bit

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

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

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

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

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

“LIZA, ALF.”

Alf turns as his uncle limps his way to the porch

“Come back home, dinner is almost ready.”

“We’re coming, uncle Kaz.”

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

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

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

In the kitchen, Inej secretely watches through the window

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inej rests her forehead against his chest, smiling to herself

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

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

“I-”

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

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

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

he nods, speechless, his brow touching hers

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

Inej pats Kaz’s chest, laughing softly to herself

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

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

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

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A/N: You can read more of Kaz x Inej here.

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the night was so still that it bothered him

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

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

his mind craved the noise

didn’t miss it

but craved it

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

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

and now the monster was wide awake

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

he watched the still world out there

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

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

heal, yes

but there would always be broken parts

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

Inej stirs on the bed

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

his gaze travelled back to the window

no, it hadn’t been easy

peace came with a price

he’d gladly pay it

for her

for him, too

but mostly for her

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

Neither did I, Jordie

Neither did I

his mind had been reliving Inej bleeding in his arms

cutting to Van Eck chopping off her legs

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

“Kaz.”

Inej joined him on the window seat

this was her favourite spot in the whole house

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

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

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

he breathes a tired sigh now as Inej looks at him

her knee touches his own

instead of pushing away, he leans into that touch

“Nightmares?” She softly asks

his silence is her answer

“What was it this time?”

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

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

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

“Suli proverb?” He turns his eyes to her

Inej’s hair sticks out of her braid

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

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

then she looks at him in reassurance

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

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

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

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

“Wise words for a cripple.”

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

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

so alive, her pulse

so warm, her skin

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

“Is that what you want to do?”

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

Kaz manages a grin. “Come here.”

she does, sitting with him

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

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

“Hm?”

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

he doesn’t know what to say

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

too many things he wants to confess

he just squeezes her closer to him

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

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hi!!! in the spirit of summer, can u write something abt the crows at the beach?

Heya, nonnie!! I think I must have done one of these already, but it was a good while ago. I hope you like what I came up with + the crows’ silliness! Sendings hugs, friend, stay safe <3

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A/N: You can read more six of crows headcanons here.

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Kaz had had enough

he felt like a stressed father in his mid-50s, trying to keep up with his children

he didn’t even know why he’d agreed to come on this trip

couldn’t remember

but Inej had a way with her words

and before he knew it, he was setting sail with four noisy children, and his Wraith beaming at his side

fine - he didn’t exactly regret coming along to Ravka, even if it was boiling, and his usual suit wouldn’t do in this kind of weather, so white shirts folded up to his elbows would have to do

but at the same time, Kaz missed the peace of his farm

of Inej waking up next to him slowly, birds singing far away-

“WATCH OUT.”

Kaz only had time to duck before a ball woooshed past his head

Nina caught it behind him, laughing. “Jesper,” she called out, “your aim is absolutely atrocious. What do you mean you’re a sharpshooter?”

Kaz watched Zenik run over to Jesper, both of them making a game out of hitting each other with a ball

hell

Wylan sat back on a rock, his feet on the water

the sea was calming, truly - but who could ever truly have peace with those two yelling at each other?

thankfully, this beach was nearly deserted

and Kaz could take a moment to ignore the noise and lean back

it was strange, lying back and doing nothing for hours

even after he had restored the farm, and Inej had moved in, there was always something that needed tending to

and when he was in Ketterdam, Kaz barely slept at all

strangely - he could get used to this

Inej sat back, a lace shawl over her shoulders, lying her head against his shoulder

she was tired, he could tell

“How’s the water?” he asked - he wouldn’t go near it

“Ice cold,” Inej murmured sleepily. “I’m so much better here.”

Nina screamed, “INEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJ.”

Inej’s eyes snapped open, but she didn’t move away from Kaz as Nina shouted, “Come on, you promised us a game!”

like he said - children

when they’d first arrived and Nina had revealed her skin-tight swimsuit, to say Helvar had lost his mind would be sugar-coating it

he’d told her, blushing bright red, “That is very... scandalous.”

Nina had only told him, “It’s the latest fashion.” and had accompanied that statement with a gesture involving her middle finger

that had been that

“Oh, come on,” said Jesper, watching them both. “Love birds. How gross.”

Kaz refrained from reminding Jesper that only a few minutes ago, he’d snogged the living daylights out of Wylan

he only flipped Jesper off, and his friend gave him a wink

Inej lowered his foul gesture, and only said, “I’ll be right there.”

the noise continued on, but Inej sighed quietly against him. “Hey, Kaz.”

“Inej.”

she smiled wider. “Who knew we’d have this.”

indeed

for all his grumbling, Kaz couldn’t deny - they’d almost lost everything

they’d almost lost each other

and for all their nagging, and noise, and childishness...

Kaz secretly thanked his lucky stars that he was able to see this with his own eyes: Jesper and Nina, shouting at each other, Wylan waving Jesper over, Helvar pulling Nina close by her hands, pointing to something on the water - “A starfish!” Nina exclaimed; and then Inej - slipping her hand into his

“Kings and Queens, Kaz,” she said softly, and entertwined their fingers

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Hi Bruna I've just read your latest kenej fic (hope I spelt that right lol) and now I really, really need to know what kaz's surprise is!! Anyway as usual I love your writing, keep up the good work!🥰😍

Thank you, my lovely!! 

continuation to this

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Inej Ghafa is not a fan of surprises

and more than that: she doesn’t like to be kept waiting

she’s an impatient one, the Wraith

and Kaz knows it

“Why do you insist on teasing me?” she asks him on their journey back home, frowning to herself

“Are you pouting at me, Wraith?”

a roll of her eyes is all she received

you know what? Inej doesn’t think she likes this version of Kaz anymore

indeed, she tells him just that

“Oh no,” Kaz drawls, looking over at her. “What will I do with my broken heart now?”

“You are terrible.”

he truly is

and he grins like he knows

like it pleases him that she knows it as well

the farm isn’t so different 

he’d stuffed down memories, hidden them in depths of his mind that he’d rarely allowed himself to go to years before

memories of green fields and the stream behind it, where Jordie and him used to bathe in summer days - days he almost didn’t remember, and were now only hazy memories, filled with smoke

sometimes Kaz thinks he might’ve dreamed those images

his brother’s smile as he tried to catch salmon with his bare hands

his father calling them back home as the sun set

Kaz imagined that if he’d had a mother, she’d be calling him too

and he’d run into her arms

Kaz’s memories took him back to cold nights by the fire - the beautiful hearth that his father had built with his bare hands, and that Kaz had fixed all on his own

he hadn’t allowed anyone to touch that particular place of the house - it had been his to fix

he remembered cats and dogs running around, chasing each other, and Kaz chasing them, bruising his knees 

at last, when they arrive, Inej is jumping 

he smirks down at her, taking her hand in his

his limp is worse today - much worse, and Inej notices 

she holds his arm, and he can feel her balance him, even if she is barely doing it

Inej is very subtle in helping him, that’s something he noticed over the years

“Where is it?”

“What is?”

“My surprise,” she says as she helps him up the porch stairs

Kaz snorts on a laugh. “You really don’t like waiting for things, do you, Inej?”

“Tell me.”

“For the hundreth time: I am not telling you.”

“What is it,” she insisted, watching him. “What is it, what is it, what-”

“No.”

Inej sighs. “If we ever have a child, I swear he’ll take after you in that department.”

and without another word, she walks inside the house

but Kaz pauses on the doorway

the words did something to him

he knew she thought nothing of what she said but-

Kaz’s eyes stray to that fireplace - hazy memories of his father there

suddenly the picture of him and his own son there glued to his mind

and Inej, there, too

her arms around them both-

“Kaz?” Inej calls

shaking his head to himself, Kaz enters the house

“He should be here any minute.”

Inej doesn’t know if she should grin or be frightened

so her face contorts into something in between

“Who?” She begs

Kaz smiles

she steps into his space. “Tell me.”

“That’s not going to work.”

her eyes trace the line of his jaw, the scar in between his lips and his chin

the strong eyebrows, and his dark eyes

“Stop it,” he snarls, and moves away from her

Inej smiles. “I just looked at you.”

“Exactly.”

she looks triumphant

suddenly, Kaz looks over his shoulder - to the door he left open

to the figure now walking towards the house

and then-

Inej gasps

not at the girl-

but at what she brings, leashed and golden and furry

“No, you did not.”

“I did,” he grins

“I’m going to cry,” Inej breathes

“I was prepared for it.”

Inej and Kaz step onto the porch

and sure enough-

the girl smiles and waves, a close neighbour, for the looks of her, and beside her is a very enthusiastic little boy, waving his tail when he sees Kaz and Inej, his tongue lapping out of his mouth

Inej is speechless

“He’s yours,” Kaz tells her. “If you want him.”

“Shut up, Kaz,” Inej breathes, and takes a step closer

the girl says, “He’s just turned two months old.”

“Oh, beautiful Saints,” Inej whispers, and real tears formed in her eyes as the puppy came right onto her, trying to leap into her arms. “I love him.”

the girl smiles, and Kaz gives her a nod of thanks

“He’s really ours?” Inej says, looking over her shoulder at Kaz

Kaz can only nod

watching her

there’s an odd feeling in his face - he can only guess his cheeks are hurting from smile

when the girl leaves, Inej sits on the grass, and the puppy takes the chance to lick her hands, her face

Inej is laughing, wrapping her arms around him

Kaz says softly, “Do you like it, Inej?”

“I can’t believe you’d do this,” she tells him as Kaz comes closer, watching her. “I mentioned this months and months ago. We were not even married then.”

“The day I proposed,” Kaz says. “I remember your exact words. How you would one day get a dog. That it was another wish you would give in to.” 

she looks at him with a sort of amazement. “Of course you remember.”

Kaz tentatively sits down on the grass with her, cane by his side, and yelps when the puppy jumps into his lap

Kaz pushes his face away when he tries to lick his face, but gives him a few tentative pats on the head, and the puppy is all too happy to lie there, eyes closed, mouth opened, as if he’s smiling

Inej leans in, and kisses Kaz’s cheek. “I love you.”

“Is that meant for him?” Kaz taunts

“For you,” Inej smiles softly. “For you, Kaz.”

Kaz looks over her, their lips so close

he leans in, but the puppy jumps up, breaking them apart, and Kaz holds him in his arms, letting out a little laugh that Inej clung to

she adored to see Kaz’s face like this

she says, “I might not like surprises. But I might make an exception for yours now.”

***

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

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

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he’s tired, she can tell

Kaz has the stamina of a hero in a story

but Inej knows that he’s far from invincible

Kaz is human - too human, at times

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

he should be triumphant now, celebrating a job well done

a job they both won

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

he’s limping more

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

with his other one, he holds hers

gloves on gloves

but still

they’d gone through so many layers already

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

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

Inej smiles softly as his fingers slip through hers

a silent reassurance - I’m fine

she says to him, “I miss home.”

and it’s like someone struck him across the face

Inej raises her brows at the surprise flashing in his eyes

she understands why

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not that Inej was intent on hiding anymore

she had a reputation

but still - it was nice to be anonymous 

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

Kaz stayed every so often

most days, actually

well, most nights

days were busy for the Wraith

but the nights were for both of them

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

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

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

he’s silent, his eyes focusing

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

Inej almost drops her spoon

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

Inej pauses

would she?

Kaz had seen her bare more times that she could count

he’d pushed down her barriers, one by one

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

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

she did the same for him

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

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

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

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

even that was difficult

step by step, brick by brick, he got there

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

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

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

“Oggling much?” He says over a shoulder

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

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

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

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

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

“Exhaustion makes you cheeky,” Inej points out

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

“Clever,” she taunts

he gives her a too-modest shrug

Inej closes the door to keep the warmth in

she undresses fast, methodically

Kaz is very still

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

“It’s fine.”

but she can see the tension in his jawline

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

he looks conflicted, but-

not afraid

“Let me,” he requests

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

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

Inej pulls down her pants, the rest of her clothes

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

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

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

but it was progress

and she took it gratefully

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

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

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

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

she can see it though - joy in his eyes

hesitating, Inej steps in

the tub is not huge

she begins by sinking down opposite to him

her legs to her knees

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

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

“Not yet.”

“Okay.”

steam curls his hair

Inej leans back, no part of her touching him

she knows that talking is good

for both of them

so she says, “I was thinking...”

“Do tell.”

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

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

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

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

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

Inej grins, and then laughs at him

the water shakes with her

Kaz finds himself smiling, too

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

Inej smiles. “You miss them.”

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

“Hum,” Inej smiles, but she knows better

Kaz goes silent, wary

he says, “I can wash your hair.”

“Really?”

“Does it bother you?” Kaz murmurs

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

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

though his legs are on either side of her

his knees so pale in comparison to her body

Kaz thinks of warmth

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

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

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

how different is that from this?

he grabs a bottle of her scented soap

places a small amount on his hands

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

Inej goes very still. “What?”

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

“I don’t like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.”

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

“Why are you so suspicious?”

she raises her brows at him

and Kaz lets out a snort

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

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

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

He watches the waves of her long hair

it disappears in the water

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she does

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

“How is this, Kaz?” She asks seriously

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

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

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

Inej watches him

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

Kaz takes a breath

how different is it, really?

than kissing the rest of her body?

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

Kaz leans in, touching his lips to her shoulder

so softly

barely a brush of his lips

soap flurries around her, bubbles popping on her legs

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

Kaz is silent for a moment watching her

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

“Do you, now?”

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

Inej sighs, “And I see my surprise?”

“You’ll like it,” he reassures her

Inej couldn’t possibly imagine what that was

but still

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

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

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

she laughs. “Nina dressed as a clown.”

“Fuck’s sake.”

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

Kaz leans back, silent

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

“Maybe I like ruffling your feathers.”

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

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

***

PART TWO HERE.

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[x][x] IMAGINE BEING KAZ'S LITTLE SISTER WHO HE TAKES CARE OF IN SECRET AND THE CROWS FIND OUT ABOUT YOU.

requested by anon

(Also contains Kanej/Kaz x Inej because jealousy is a good plotline + because originally, this was meant to be a oneshot but I couldn't make up enough content from a vague prompt)

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There were a lot of things Kaz Brekker had left behind from his past. His name, his brother, feelings, kindness. But you weren't one of them. You were among the only things he had kept, and the only thing that had changed in between you was that he no longer could hug you or show you any physical affection. He hadn't told you the whole story about being the Bastard of the Barrel or Dirtyhands, and he made sure you wouldn't find out about who he truly was when he left your little home. You knew he ran a criminal gang and did heists, but you had still mostly a kind and loving picture of him, he didn't want it to be shattered by telling you what he had done to get revenge for Jordie and in a way, you. If Pekka hadn't taken all your money all those years ago, you would still be a happy family and Kaz wouldn't have to hide you.

You were the only one who remembered the time when he was just that sweet little boy who always protected you. The whole thing with Pekka and Jordie had scarred him for life, and for a long time, you were the only one he found a family within, who he cared about. You had changed your name too to protect yourself and lived in a nice house at the better side of Ketterdam. Kaz visited you late at night two times a week, and extra times if you needed it. You lived at the quietest part of the better area, but visiting you in broad daylight would have been far too dangerous, and Kaz wouldn’t do it unless it would be an extreme emergency. Fortunately that kind of a situation had never occurred.

He had made it clear years ago that you can’t come with him to the Barrel. He knew it would be dangerous for you - if anyone got to know that Dirtyhands had a sister… Kaz didn’t even want to imagine what could happen then. He had buried his feelings long ago, but with you he let Kaz Rietveld peek around the corner. You made him black coffee, and your way was Kaz’s favorite. He didn’t exactly know what you did with the coffee or if it was just the different type of beans. He stayed at your home for an hour or two at a time, checking everything is okay and just talking about how you’ve been. You could open up to him, and when you were sick, he dropped by more often. Kaz knew that there was always a risk of someone seeing him visiting you regularly, but he trusted he was being careful.

But the Crows had gotten curious about where Kaz disappeared at night. At first, Jesper was suspecting Kaz had a hidden partner, but he also saw the different closeness between him and Inej and had also suspected Kaz having a crush on her for years, so if he had a hidden partner... it wouldn't make really sense. Kaz wasn't a player, he fought with feelings overall so it felt unlikely that he'd have so strong feelings for two people.

So Jesper talked Inej into following Kaz, claiming that he still thinks that Kaz has someone special hidden away. The Suli girl was reluctant, but agreed eventually, she was secretly worried about Kaz having a partner too.

And when she saw Kaz knocking on a door of a small house at the better area of Ketterdam and a woman opened the door with a smile, her heart sank. But she also felt the black cloud of jealousy and the feeling of betrayal coming over. So all the things Kaz had made her read between the lines were either lies or he just wanted to play with her feelings?

But at the same time, her heart told her that Kaz wasn't like that. He wouldn't do that. But she still left the scene, going back to the Slat, holding back angry tears. And once there, she went straight to the bar counter and poured herself a shot, a confused Jesper beside her.

"What happened?" he asked, and Inej glared at him.

"You were right. Kaz has a girlfriend. Or maybe even a wife." she muttered, causing Jesper to frown as Inej downed the shot.

"I didn't say it- I said it just because I knew that it would get you to go check the situation." Jesper told her and from the corner of his eye, he saw Kaz entering the Slat. Inej looked like she wanted to slap the man.

"Storm coming..." Jesper muttered and made sure to keep his eyes on the glass in front of him.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" Inej asked the man once he came close enough.

"Who?"

"That woman you meet two times a week."

Kaz looked at the Suli girl in visible confusion, but then it dawned to him. "You were following me."

Inej took another step towards Kaz. "I knew you're a liar and a rotten, lost cause but I didn't think you'd spin two women in between your fingers like this." Inej growled. "You know that I have difficulties in trusting people, and then-"

Kaz cut Inej off. "She's my sister."

"Your- what?"

Kaz sighed. "She's my sister. I visit Y/N so I know she's safe. I also give her money so she would manage. I just don't talk about her because she'd be in danger if people knew who she is, and she doesn't know about the Bastard of the Barrel or Dirtyhands and I'd like to keep it that way. And I don't 'spin' anyone in between my fingers, I don't have time for relationships, I thought you knew that."

The anger in Inej's heart subsided quickly and it was replaced with embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

Kaz nodded slowly, sighing again and making his way upstairs. Jesper came to stand beside Inej. "Well. At least you still have your man."

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A/N: I know you requested a "fic" and probably waited for a longer piece but as much as I love Kaz, I can't keep breaking my own rules to make all my Kaz pieces long when the request is gif imagine-sized because otherwise I could burn myself out with Kaz because people would always assume long pieces even from the vaguest of requests and that would eventually also mirror itself on other characters I don't crush on. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you by not providing a oneshot.

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Prompt: Kaz scoping out and stealing an engagement ring for iInej. And maybe even the proposal? 🥺🥺🥺

Ok so this was a *brilliant* prompt and, although initially I was all like 'oh I'll write a quick drabble, it'll be fun!', here I am 2000 words later... hope you enjoy 😘

The Black Diamond of Ravka

It was a problem Kaz Brekker had been mulling over for several weeks now.

He let it sit there, in his mind, where he could pick up tiny bits of information while never looking directly at it, just the same as any mark. He poked it gently, turned it this way and that, slowly uncovering more and more knowledge as he did.

It wasn’t a question of money, of course. His personal coffers — and those of the Slat, for that matter — had only grown in the years since the Van Eck play. But there was always something more deserving for Kaz to spend his kruge on. Always something she’d rather have at her disposal.

So, it would be a lift. She couldn’t begrudge him if it was stolen, rather than bought…

But still, the problem wasn’t solved.

Kaz knew he couldn’t go traditional, not with her. She wouldn’t wear something ostentatious, not out at sea. And the last thing she needed when in Ketterdam was something that could catch the light so easily, and give away her position in the shadows.

So, the problem wasn’t solved.

At least, not until Kaz spread the Ketterdam Chronicle open in front of him that morning.

He always read the papers with his morning tea, everything from the Chronicle, aimed at the merchers and the elite, down to the Kruge News, which actually only cost a half-kruge to buy. It always paid to know what lies — or worse, truths — the printers were telling the punters.

His eyes settled on a particularly interesting article, tucked up in one corner in the middle of the sheets. His tea sat forgotten, rapidly cooling next to him, but Kaz paid it no heed.

‘Anika!’ he called out.

She was there between one breath and the next, eyes sparkling. ‘Yes, boss?’

Kaz knew she waited outside his office when she wasn’t on a job, eager to be on hand. She’d proved herself time and again since Kaz overthrew Haskell and took back the Crow Club. He’d come to rely on her, and thought she had a bright future ahead of her in the Dregs.

Not that he would ever tell her that, of course.

‘Tell Jesper to come see me,’ he said. Anika nodded. ‘And then get me Henessey.’

For once, Anika hesitated at his request. ‘Henessey?’ she repeated. Kaz just stared silently at her, until she squirmed under his gaze. ‘Henessey,’ she said, this time with determination. She hurried out of his office without another word.

Kaz leaned back in his chair and smiled grimly in satisfaction.

There was no problem, in the end, that Kaz Brekker, the Bastard of the Barrel, Dirtyhands himself, could not solve in that scheming mind of his.

xXxXx

‘Saints, Kaz,’ Jesper muttered as the sweat started to roll down his forehead. ‘What kind of job is this, anyway?’ He was holding up a heavy sash window on his shoulder, keeping as still as possible as Kaz picked his way through several high-security locks on the inner grating.

‘The kind where you shut your mouth and do your job,’ Kaz hissed, wiggling a second pick into place as he manoeuvred the false tumblers out of the way. A second later, he felt the final lock give, with a satisfying click. ‘Now, let’s go.’

Jesper at least managed to keep quiet as they slid through the halls of the Mohs Building, deep in the heart of Ketterdam’s jewellery quarter.

And at the heart of the building, on a raised pedestal, nestled on a plush red velvet cushion, there it was.

The Black Diamond of Ravka.

The largest, flawless black diamond ever found. Rare, dark, beautiful — and utterly priceless.

Kaz reached down and plucked it from the cushion, deftly switching it for a perfectly matched weight before the pressure plate below could trigger. He couldn’t help the curl of his lip, almost into something resembling a smile, as he made it dance over his gloved fingers. There was a legend that a Ravkan black diamond granted its wearer invisibility: a myth Kaz knew would make her laugh. The diamond disappeared into his suit, and he flashed Jesper a grin.

‘Let’s get back to the crows.’

xXxXx

Kaz could tell the exact moment when Henessey Lynch walked into the Slat. The murmurings of the crows quietened down, for once, and a strange, expectant silence settled instead. Sure enough, Anika appeared in the open doorway of Kaz’s office a few moments later.

‘Henessey’s here, boss.’

‘Thanks, Anika,’ Kaz said, and Anika disappeared again, letting Henessey stride into the room. Kaz struggled to his feet, grabbing his cane and limping to the front of his desk.

‘Brekker,’ Henessey greeted him with a smile.

‘Henessey,’ Kaz replied, leaning back on his desk. Henessey Lynch was almost as tall as Kaz, with dark skin and black hair. Her neck was tattooed with a string of flowers.

‘Been a while since my presence was required among the crows,’ Henessey said as she made a slow circuit of Kaz’s office. ‘You must have something juicy for me.’

Kaz reached into a hidden pocket, and pulled free his prize. He unfurled his gloved palm, the black diamond nestled within. Henessey let out a long whistle, and plucked the jewel from his hand.

‘Is this the Ravkan gem everyone’s looking for? Should’ve known you’d lifted it, Dirtyhands.’

Kaz raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she held the diamond up to the light. ‘You can see why I needed your particular talents.’

She laughed at that, tossing the diamond in the air before catching it and looking back at Kaz. ‘I can get it done for you. You got the details?’ Kaz pulled out a scrap of folded paper, and Henessey snatched it, her quick, dark eyes scanning his instructions.

Henessey Lynch happened to be the best forger the whole of the Barrel had to offer. She could do official documents in her sleep, and could paint a DeKappel for you so good even the artist himself would have struggled to tell the forgery. And, if you happened to have a hot jewel that was incredibly recognisable, there was no better person to set it for you.

Henessey looked up from the paper. The diamond had already disappeared, but Kaz had seen exactly where she’d put it. Her sleight of hand wasn’t bad at all, but nothing got past Kaz Brekker. ‘Perfect. I’ll have it for you tomorrow,’ Henessey said, turning to leave.

‘I’ll be waiting,’ Kaz murmured.

And wait he did, once Henessey returned, the diamond set perfectly to his specifications. All he had to do now, was wait.

xXxXx

‘Boss?’ Two weeks later, Anika’s blonde hair peered around the open door to Kaz’s office. He waved her in, not bothering to look up from his work, and he heard her walk up to his desk. ‘The Wraith’s been spotted on the horizon,’ Anika said. Kaz looked up, so sharply his neck twinged, and found Anika grinning knowingly at him. Kaz narrowed his eyes, and Anika managed to smooth at least half of the smirk from her face. ‘She’ll be docking in about an hour.’

Kaz didn’t move, finishing up his work instead. When it was done he folded his papers and pushed his chair back from the desk, grimacing a little at the stiffness in his leg. Being a Barrel boss meant more time sitting than wandering Ketterdam as much as he used to, and his leg was certainly starting to complain about it. He leaned on his cane as he shuffled to the safe, spinning it open and stashing his papers away. Then he shrugged on his jacket, put his hat on, and straightened his tie, before heading out from the Slat.

Half an hour later, just as the Wraith sailed elegantly into Berth 22, Kaz reached the Church of Barter. He started to climb, slowly, following the path she had led him up all those years ago, just before their impossible auction job. He made his way to the roof, and found a perch overlooking the distant sea. He sat down, removed his gloves, and waited.

Between one breath and the next, Kaz knew she was there. He smiled to himself, tilted his head to the side as the cold bite of familiar metal ran gently up his neck.

‘Welcome home, my love,’ he said quietly, as the knife fell from his neck and she appeared in front of him.

Inej Ghafa.

His Wraith, his confidant, his partner in crime.

His everything.

‘I missed you,’ she said, and perched easily up next to him on the ledge. Their thighs touched, through the material of their clothes, and Kaz found himself pressing against her hard, warm presence. ‘What are you doing up here? I thought you’d have come to the docks.’

He usually did, whenever the Wraith glided into harbour after a stretch of slaver-hunting at sea. He gave a little shrug, gazing up at the sky. It was just turning to twilight, the sky a rainbow riot of colours melting into a dark, limpid blue far above them. ‘I know this is your favourite place in Ketterdam,’ he said.

Inej shifted slightly, and a moment later, she’d laid her head on his shoulder. Kaz took a deep breath in, the faint scent of sea-salt from her hair grounding him in place. Even after all this time, he had to work at being able to touch her. To be touched.

‘That’s what I told you,’ she said, and her silken hair, braided as usual, tickled his cheek when she spoke. For a brief moment, Kaz was unsure of himself. Of the plan.

‘What do you mean?’ he asked, trying to keep his voice even. He felt her shrug.

‘It is my favourite place in Ketterdam,’ she explained. ‘But only after wherever you are at the time.’

Kaz didn’t trust himself to speak for a moment. No matter how many times Inej had shown she loved him just as much as he loved her, when she said something as simple and heartfelt as that, he still found himself momentarily blindsided that she’d chosen him, when she could have had anyone. As if sensing his inner turmoil, she moved her head very slightly, just enough so her nose could nudge against the skin of his neck. ‘Don’t get sentimental on me now, Brekker,’ she said playfully, and he couldn’t help grinning.

‘Wouldn’t dream of it, Wraith,’ he replied. He reached into his pocket, not letting himself overthink things, or second guess himself. He pulled out the Black Diamond of Ravka, now set into a flawless gold ring. It was beautiful in the twilight, turning almost a dark blue colour, and instead of sparkling, it glowed like faint moonlight as he held it out.

He heard Inej’s gasp of breath, and her head whipped off his shoulder as she sat up next to him, straight as an arrow. ‘Kaz?’ she breathed, her voice completely different now. It was alert, questioning. Hopeful.

‘Inej.’

She waited in silence, her dark eyes fixed on him, as he pushed himself to his feet. He shuffled awkwardly in front of her, and got to his knees on the stone outcrop in front of them. His bad leg fired with pain, but he ignored it, drinking in the sight of Inej before him, looking down at him in wonder. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and her hands were clenched between her knees. He reached up with one hand, and she unclasped her own, letting him take one in his hold. In the other, he held out the black diamond ring, an offering to the only goddess he recognised in his life.

He paused, and she watched him. Words were not Kaz’s way of showing love, but he knew right now he had to try.

‘I’ll never ask you to stay in one place,’ he started, his voice harsher than he’d planned. ‘And I’m never going to be able to give you everything you deserve--’ Inej squeezed his hand then, as if to counter his words, but he just squeezed back and continued. ‘But I love you, Inej. So much it burns. And I will worship you, and protect you, and stand by your side, for the rest of your life.’

‘Kaz…’ Inej’s voice was raw, and he could see her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Her hand in his tightened, holding him in place as the black diamond glowed between them.

‘Please, Inej,’ he said. ‘Will you marry me?’

Inej moved so fast, Kaz was sprawled on his back on the stone before he had chance to blink. Inej straddled him, braced up on her hands and knees so they weren’t touching. Her nose was close enough to brush his. ‘Of course I’ll marry you, Kaz Brekker,’ she breathed, her smile dazzling. ‘I love you.’ He turned his head slightly to the right, and saw the ring was already on her finger.

‘I love you,’ he smiled up at her, and she lightly brushed her nose against his.

‘Can you kiss me?’ Inej whispered, and he could hear the hopefulness in her voice. He lifted a hand to her cheek, gently stroked her skin. She pressed into his palm, and he wrapped his other hand into her long braid and tugged it, pulling her lips down to his.

Kaz would spend the rest of his life kissing Inej Ghafa.

xXxXx

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CHILDE GOOGLE SLIDES DATING SIM

Hey everyone! You may have noticed I’ve been a lil quiet for the past month, and that’s because I’ve been working on a google slides dating sim/visual novel for Childe’s birthday! I put in a lot of work into this dating sim and I’m so excited to have you all finally play it! 

It’s a choose-your-own-adventure dating sim, where you play as a high school student at Genshin High School as you try to woe the infamous third-year Childe! There are 3 endings - 2 romantic, 1 platonic - so you can play how you want! 

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Mother’s Day: Jerza

Another found family fic, because I’m weak. Wendy and Jellal decide to celebrate mother’s day with Erza.

Mother’s Day

Jellal was sitting in one corner of the guildhall reading. He looked like he was focused. Wendy wasn’t sure she really wanted to bother him. Besides, her request seemed so silly.

          “Wendy,” Carla said, crossing her leg and dropping her head into her hand, “You really should go ask him. He’s not talking to anyone. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you asked to talk.”

          “I just…” Wendy felt her cheeks grow warm. “Maybe it’s stupid. What if it’s a terrible idea—”

          “It’s not a terrible idea, Wendy,” Carla huffed, “I think it’s very nice. And I think Jellal will think so too.”

          Wendy bit her lip, and then stood, hands balled into fists. “Alright. I’ll go ask him.” She crossed the guildhall with purpose and slipped into the seat across from him—the nervousness returning in the pit of her stomach. Jellal offered her a soft smile, setting aside his book.

          “Jellal,” Wendy began, clasping her hands together. “I heard… I heard Gajeel talking about what they were going to do for mother’s day with Levy, and…”

          “You want to do something for Erza,” Jellal finished.

          Wendy’s eyes widened, and she quickly glanced up at him. “You… how did you guess?”

          “Erza talks about it,” he said, “Not about mother’s day, but about how much she cares about you. You’re like a daughter to her, you know?”

          “Really?”

          “So you want to do something for Erza for mother’s day?”

          “Of course! Erza… Erza’s like a mom to me. I want to let her know how much I appreciate everything she’s done.” She whispered, “I can never really pay her back. I was wondering if you would help.”

          “Sure, I’d be happy to, what do you have in mind?”

***

          They had decided on a classic mother’s day plan: breakfast in bed, flowers, chocolates, the whole deal. Wendy had taken it upon herself to use her well-earned money to buy some fancy chocolates—Jellal had used most of Saturday to find the perfect bouquet of flowers.

          They were sitting at dinner when Erza put down her fork with a sigh, glancing over at Wendy—who was squirming in her seat—and Jellal—who was silently cutting his meat. “What are you too planning?” She narrowed her eyes. Jellal glanced up, trying his best to put on an expression of mock surprise.

          “What makes you think we’re planning anything?”

          “By now Wendy’s usually telling me all about her day, and you always say something about the market prices or something silly—”

          “Well,” Jellal searched his memory, “I think the broccoli was on sale when we were down there.” He was scrambling, trying to come up with something, Wendy’s eyes were wide across the table. “And umm…”

          “Erza!” Wendy interrupted. Erza turned her head and Jellal swung his hand across his neck. Abort. “I’m sorry. I told Jellal I wanted a kitten.” Jellal froze.

          “Oh,” Erza’s eyes widened. “A kitten, huh?”

          “Yes!” Wendy nodded. “I promise I’ll take care of it!” She clasped her hands together, looking up at Erza pleadingly. Erza glanced over at Jellal who shrugged his shoulders.

          “We were going to talk to you tonight—after dinner. I think it might be nice to have a pet.”

          “Please, Erza?” Wendy said, her eyes wide, her lips pouting. Damn, she’s doing a good job. Jellal had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Erza picked up her fork again, pressing the tips against her lip for a moment—deep in thought.

          “I don’t see why not. As long as you promise to take care of it.”

          “Yes!” Wendy pumped her fist, and then jumped up to give Erza a hug. Jellal shook his head with a little smile, spearing a piece of meat with his fork. She’s too smart. Erza seemed convinced, for now.

***

          “You really think a kitten is a good idea?” Erza murmured. Jellal groaned, rolling over to glance at the time.

          “Erza… It’s three in the morning…”

          She shifted in bed, the sheets rustling between them. She rested her head against his shoulder, nuzzling against him. “Sorry. I just… we’re away so much…”

          Jellal let out a deep sigh, holding her close. “I’m sure that when we’re gone someone will come and feed the cat for us.”

          “Right,” she whispered. There was a pause before she said, “What would you want to name it? If it’s a girl?”

          “Erza, it’s 3 a.m…” Jellal whispered. “Besides, I think if Wendy wants a kitten—she should get to name it.”

          “Right.” Erza nodded.

          There was a long pause, Jellal tried to drift off to sleep, but he could almost hear Erza’s thoughts racing. “Erza,” he murmured, not opening his eyes. “Are you trying to go to sleep or are you thinking about the cat?”

          “Sorry!” She laughed a little. He felt her sit up and the next moment her lips were against his. He didn’t open his eyes. She rested her forehead against his and whispered. “I’ll try not to think about it.”

          “You need your rest, Erza,” he smiled.

          “I know.”

          “Goodnight.”

          She got comfortable against him and murmured, “Goodnight.” Before Jellal drifted back to sleep.

***

          “Wake up.” Small hands shook his shoulder. Jellal let out a soft groan, rubbing sleep away from his eyes.

          “Wendy,” he whispered, “What… what time is it?”

          “Seven,” she said, her voice low. She pressed a finger to her lips and pointed at Erza, who was fast asleep on the other side of the bed. Jellal smiled.

          “Alright. Let me get dressed and I’ll be out to help.”

          He wasn’t exactly a good cook, but he knew how to make a simple breakfast: scrambled eggs and toast. They had decided on buying a cake for a breakfast dessert—knowing how much Erza loved cake. Jellal knew a store-bought cake would never taste as good as Erza’s homemade version, but he also knew he could never replicate her perfect recipe. If they even tried, the cake would just burn, he was sure.

          “I’ve cracked the eggs already!” Wendy said, grabbing a whisk as Jellal came into the kitchen, “And poured in some milk.”

          “You could practically do all of this by yourself,” Jellal grinned shaking his head, “Have you been cooking with your mom?” And then he froze. Was he still half asleep?! Wendy had never called Erza mom and he just—

          “Yeah,” Wendy said, smiling, “I have been. I wish I could bake as good as she does though.”

          Jellal blinked, and then ran his fingers through his hair with a laugh, “Me too. I’ll get started on the toast.”

          Soon their breakfast was complete and on the bed tray: orange juice, buttered toast, scrambled eggs, and a slice of cake with strawberries. “Can you carry the tray?” Wendy asked. Jellal nodded. “I’ll carry the flowers and the chocolate!”

          Erza was still asleep when they tiptoed into the bedroom. Jellal paused at her bedside, the tray was getting heavy in his hands. “Erza?” She sighed, rolling over. “Erza, wake up.” She blinked, groaning.

          “Jellal… it’s too early—” she froze, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “What… what’s going on?”

          “Happy mother’s day, Erza!” Wendy threw her arms around Erza’s shoulders, still holding the bouquet and fancy chocolates in both hands.

          “Happy what?”

          “Happy mother’s day,” Jellal smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead and set down the tray.

          Erza looked absolutely bewildered. “How…?”

          “Wendy wanted to do something special,” Jellal said.

          “But…” She blinked, glancing over at Jellal, “How did you know?”

          “You’ve always said you thought of Wendy like—” Jellal froze, searching her expression, “What do you mean ‘how did we know?’”

          “That I’m… pregnant?” She whispered. Jellal’s eyes widened.

          “You’re… what?” Wendy was just as stunned, planted in place, still holding the chocolate and bouquet of flowers. Jellal could hardly breathe. “You’re…?”

          “If this isn’t about that then…?” Erza glanced over at Wendy, realization dawning on her face. “Oh! Wendy! I’m sorry, I… I’m still tired—” Then she glanced up at Jellal, eyes wide, “I didn’t mean to tell you this way! I—” Before she could finish another word his arms were around her, shaking the tray and almost knocking over the orange juice. He cupped her cheek, pulling away just to look her in the eyes.

          “You’re really…?”

          “Yeah,” she grinned, tears welling up. Jellal pulled her into a kiss, the tray shaking again underneath him. He pulled away glancing over at Wendy. She looked stunned, but there was a small smile on her lips.

          “Wendy, I’m sorry,” Erza whispered. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

          “It’s fine,” she said, but there was pain in her eyes. Erza held out her hand, and Wendy took it. Erza pulled her into her arms.

          “I’m not worried about the baby,” she said, “Because I know they have a strong big sister who will watch over them.” Wendy pulled away, eyes wide.

          “Really?”

          “Of course. I’ve always seen you like a daughter,” Erza beamed. Wendy beamed, throwing her arms around Erza again.

          Jellal pulled them both into a hug. “You should eat breakfast, before it gets cold.” He murmured. Erza laughed, kissing him once more before both he and Wendy pulled away.

          “Thank you for celebrating mother’s day with me,” she beamed, picking up her fork. “This looks wonderful.”

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Yes! More found family stuff for you! Love you, friendship! And I love this family so much!!! :D

Jerza + Wendy: Found Family

Father-Daughter Dance:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jerza + Wendy: Found-Family Fic

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Jerza + Wendy: Dad

          “Shh…” Erza laughed a little as Jellal leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. “Shh…! Don’t wake her up!” Wendy was fast asleep, pressed between the two of them on the couch, blanket wrapped snuggly around her shoulders, popcorn bowl set aside on the coffee table.

          “She fell asleep during the movie,” Jellal grinned, “I think she’s not going to wake up any time soon.”

          “It’s late,” Erza murmured. The TV was glowing in front of them, on the home screen for the film. “We should get her into bed.” Between them, Wendy jerked a little, as if she was dreaming. Erza paused, watching the girl closely. Another nightmare…? She glanced over at Jellal, their eyes met. She could see he was worried as well. Wendy had nightmares every so often. They were always bad. The girl between them let out a whimper—she was afraid. Her eyelids fluttering.

          “D-Da…!”

          “Wendy!” Erza whispered, “It’s just a dream, dear, wake up!”

          “Dad!” Wendy shuddered in her sleep, and then her voice rose to a scream. “Dad! Dad! N-no! Dad!”

“Wendy!” Jellal gently shook the girl’s shoulder, “Wake up! It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream!”

          Wendy’s eyes fluttered open. She was only conscious enough to realize she was alright, realize she had been dreaming. “D-dad…” she mumbled, dropping into his arms, “You’re okay… you’re…” she was asleep again before either of them had time to ask her if she was alright.

For a moment the room was silent. Erza’s eyes met Jellal’s and her lips turned up in a bright smile. “Dad.” She mouthed.

Dad? Jellal glanced down at the girl in his arms. Do I… really deserve to be called that? Was she dreaming about someone else…?

***

          When Wendy woke up her body was sore. I had another nightmare. Her body was always sore after the bad ones. She felt guilty. That means Mom and Jellal had to deal with it. Her gut twisted in knots. She hated that. That she was such a burden to them. She hated her nightmares—how she could hardly remember them when she woke, only flashes, and how Erza and Jellal always remembered them and how she screamed for them.

          Those nightmares… they were always the same. She could always remember flashes—Acnologia…. And someone she loved being hurt—right in front of her. It made her feel sick. Just don’t think about it now. It’s over. She slipped out of bed, her muscles protesting, pulling on her warm knit sweater and slipping into slippers. It was early, she left her hair down, tiptoeing downstairs to the kitchen to get something for breakfast. She was hoping no one else would be awake, but Jellal was sitting at the table, reading a book and sipping tea. He glanced up when she stepped in.

          “Good morning,” he said, smiling a little. “Do you want some tea?” She nodded once, and he got up to grab a mug, filling it with the warm drink and setting it in front of the chair next to his. “Come sit down.” She padded over to the table, pulling out the chair and dropping down to sit next to him. The tea was hot, so she wrapped her hands around the ceramic mug to warm them, and let the steam warm her face.

          “Thank you,” she said softly.

          “You’re welcome,” Jellal responded. There was a pause, before he said, “Wendy, there’s something I want to ask you.” Wendy glanced up at him to meet his eyes. “Do you… want to call me ‘Dad’?”

          Her eyes widened, and she glanced down at her hands. Why is he…? Suddenly she remembered waking up the night before, screaming for him—screaming Dad.

          “I… If you… I mean, if you… if you’re…”

          Jellal laughed a little, reaching out to pull her into a gentle hug. “I’d like that, if that’s what you want.” Wendy felt tears sting the corners of her eyes, as she gripped Jellal’s shirt and held him tight.

          “Yes!” She whispered. It made her heart warm. I have a mom and dad. She smiled, holding Jellal close. I have a mom and a dad.  

I WANT MORE FOUND FAMILY STUFF PLEASE SINCE I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Ahhhhh, mom, I’m sorry it took so long!!! I hope you enjoy this little bit with babyyyyyy. I know it’s short, but I had to write this little scene! The next one will have to be longer, ofc!!!

I hope you don’t mind I used a little OC I came up with a while ago for Jerza’s son.

Love ya!

Jerza, Found Family: Keon

        “It’s alright,” Jellal said, gently resting his hand on Wendy’s shoulder. She paused before the doorway, expression unreadable.

        “What if… he doesn’t like me?”

        Jellal shook his head, “That’s impossible. You’re wonderful, and you’re going to be an amazing big sister. He’ll love you.”

        She glanced up at Jellal with wide eyes. “Okay. I want to meet him.”

        “Of course you do,” Jellal nodded. He grabbed hold of the door handle and gently swung open his bedroom door. Wendy stepped in slowly, Jellal following behind her closely. Erza was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, arms wrapped around a little bundle her eyes focused on their son—the little boy she had brought into the world not long before. She looked exhausted, but so beautiful. Jellal knew Erza was strong, knew Erza was brave… but never in his life had he been this proud of her.

        Jellal moved around Wendy to sit next to his wife, pressing a kiss to her temple, and glancing down at their son. He was fast asleep, little mouth hanging open. Jellal pressed a soft kiss to his head—against a soft tuft of purple hair. Then he turned to glance up at Wendy, and gestured for her to join them.

        The young girl hesitated before sitting down on the edge of the bed, peering over at her baby brother with wide eyes. “He’s… so little…” she whispered.

        “Your baby brother,” Erza said, her voice hoarse, she smiled, “Do you want to hold him?”

        “M-me?!” Wendy gasped. “I… I don’t know…”

        “Here,” Jellal gently adjusted her arms, “You’ll do great and we’re right here. He’s your baby brother after all… you should at least say hello, right?”

        “Right…” Wendy paused a look of determination crossing her face. “Alright, I’m ready!”

        Erza sat up, the baby stirred but didn’t wake as his mother gently passed him into Wendy’s arms. The young dragon slayer’s eyes widened, she glanced up at Jellal in awe. “He’s so light!” She beamed down at the baby boy, “He’s so little!!!” She was absolutely entranced, her eyes filled with excitement. All worry was gone. The baby stirred, little hands flailing, his mouth opening in a tiny yawn—his nose scrunching, his eyes shut tight. Wendy let out a laugh, “He’s so cute!”

        “You might not always think so,” Jellal warned, but he couldn’t shake the smile off his own face. Wendy glanced up, offended.

        “Of course, I will! He’s my baby brother!” She looked back down at the little bundle in her arms. “I’m going to teach you all sorts of great things, Keon. Cool magic… all about the guild… maybe I’ll share all of my good secrets,” she smirked, “Like where mom and dad think they ‘hide’ the cookies.” She looked back up at Jellal with a grin and then blinked in surprise, “Oh… mom fell asleep.”

        Jellal turned a little to glance at his wife—to see her fast asleep against the pillows. Her mouth was slightly open, her hair disheveled, but she was so beautiful. “We should let her sleep,” Jellal murmured, “She’s been through a lot.”

        “Right!” Wendy nodded.

        “Why don’t you go make some tea, I’ll make sure she’s comfortable, and we’ll sit with Keon out in the living room?” Jellal smiled. The dragon slayer nodded again as Jellal gently lifted Keon into his arms. Wendy skipped back out into the hall, and Jellal turned to his wife.

        “You’re so brave,” he murmured, leaning forward to a press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Erza.”

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Jerza fic: Nightmares

Anyways. This short fic was inspired by this little bit from the anime because they’re totally a family. *sob* 

Nightmares          

 “Are you awake?” Erza whispered, twirling her fingers through Jellal’s hair. It was a hot, muggy night. Jellal had passed out hours ago, arms wrapped around her hips, head resting against her belly. She traced her finger down the scars across his bare back. “How are you even asleep?” She smiled as her husband’s grip around her tightened.

          “’m not,” he mumbled, his lips moving against the fabric of her shirt. “Too hot.”

          “It might be cooler if you let go,” Erza said, running her fingers through his hair again. He groaned.

          “Never.”

          “At least come closer,” she whispered. Jellal sat up, his hair a mess, his eyes shimmering in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window. He smiled. Erza shook her head and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to kiss him. He sighed against her lips, brushing her red hair away from her eyes, and then kissed her again.

Then he groaned. “It’s too hot,” and flopped back over onto his side of the bed. Erza turned to tease him, but the moment she did there was a scream from across the hall.

“Wendy,” Jellal whispered, his eyes wide. He was out of bed before Erza could even respond. It had been a while since she had had a nightmare. Jellal yanked on his t-shirt and was striding across the hall before Erza even had time to react.

Since Erza and Jellal’s wedding, Erza had noticed Jellal was closer than ever to Wendy. She had, for some time now, thought of Wendy as her daughter. And Jellal, when Jellal and Erza had finally started dating, she knew he felt the same way. She almost smiled about it as she threw her blankets aside and pulled herself out of bed. Wendy could ask Jellal for anything and he’d give it to her. Such a pushover.

On the other side of the hall Wendy was still screaming: “He’s coming! He’s coming!” They were familiar words. Erza had heard her scream the same ones every night for weeks after Acnologia. Now… every so often the same nightmare came back. Erza’s heart hurt everytime she heard Wendy scream in her sleep. She saw some things… some things that no little girl should ever have to see. And then she paused in her doorway, clutching the doorframe till her knuckles turned white. No. She saw some things that no one should ever have to see.

Erza sighed, padding barefoot out into the hallway. Light streamed out from Wendy’s room, and she could hear soft murmuring. Jellal whispering over and over, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream.” Erza could hear Wendy sobbing. She gently pushed the door open to see Jellal kneeling by Wendy’s bed. Wendy was still sitting on her mattress but was practically buried in Jellal’s arms—sobbing into his shirt—clutching at him like she still couldn’t quite believe that she was safe. Jellal glanced up at Erza, offering her a worried smile. It’s okay. She’s okay.

          She was calming down, her trembling slowly dying away, her breath coming in gasps. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She breathed. Jellal looked bewildered.

          “What…?”

          “I wake you so much…” she whispered, pulling away from his embrace, rubbing away her tears with her hands. “And they’re just dreams.”

          “Wendy.” Erza said, sitting down next to her on her bed. “You’re right. They’re just dreams. But you should never apologize. Jellal and I, we have nightmares too. And we wake each other up. We’re there for each other. And we want to always be there for you—when you need us.”

          Wendy stared up at Erza for a long moment, and then tears welled up in her eyes. “Promise?”

          “Of course,” Jellal frowned, “Always.” Wendy pulled them both into a hug.

          “Thank you.”

          “I have an idea,” Erza declared. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate. We’ll all have some together, and then lets try and get some sleep. This time we’ll have good dreams.”

          Wendy laughed a little, wiping the last evidence of tears away from her eyelashes. She beamed up at both of them as they stood. “Alright, can I help?”

          “Sure,” Erza smiled, pulling her up to her feet. “You find the hot chocolate mix. I’ll heat up the water. Deal?”

          “Deal.”

Jerza fic: Nightmares

Anyways. This short fic was inspired by this little bit from the anime because they’re totally a family. *sob* 

Nightmares          

 “Are you awake?” Erza whispered, twirling her fingers through Jellal’s hair. It was a hot, muggy night. Jellal had passed out hours ago, arms wrapped around her hips, head resting against her belly. She traced her finger down the scars across his bare back. “How are you even asleep?” She smiled as her husband’s grip around her tightened.

          “’m not,” he mumbled, his lips moving against the fabric of her shirt. “Too hot.”

          “It might be cooler if you let go,” Erza said, running her fingers through his hair again. He groaned.

          “Never.”

          “At least come closer,” she whispered. Jellal sat up, his hair a mess, his eyes shimmering in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window. He smiled. Erza shook her head and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to kiss him. He sighed against her lips, brushing her red hair away from her eyes, and then kissed her again.

Then he groaned. “It’s too hot,” and flopped back over onto his side of the bed. Erza turned to tease him, but the moment she did there was a scream from across the hall.

“Wendy,” Jellal whispered, his eyes wide. He was out of bed before Erza could even respond. It had been a while since she had had a nightmare. Jellal yanked on his t-shirt and was striding across the hall before Erza even had time to react.

Since Erza and Jellal’s wedding, Erza had noticed Jellal was closer than ever to Wendy. She had, for some time now, thought of Wendy as her daughter. And Jellal, when Jellal and Erza had finally started dating, she knew he felt the same way. She almost smiled about it as she threw her blankets aside and pulled herself out of bed. Wendy could ask Jellal for anything and he’d give it to her. Such a pushover.

On the other side of the hall Wendy was still screaming: “He’s coming! He’s coming!” They were familiar words. Erza had heard her scream the same ones every night for weeks after Acnologia. Now… every so often the same nightmare came back. Erza’s heart hurt everytime she heard Wendy scream in her sleep. She saw some things… some things that no little girl should ever have to see. And then she paused in her doorway, clutching the doorframe till her knuckles turned white. No. She saw some things that no one should ever have to see.

Erza sighed, padding barefoot out into the hallway. Light streamed out from Wendy’s room, and she could hear soft murmuring. Jellal whispering over and over, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream.” Erza could hear Wendy sobbing. She gently pushed the door open to see Jellal kneeling by Wendy’s bed. Wendy was still sitting on her mattress but was practically buried in Jellal’s arms—sobbing into his shirt—clutching at him like she still couldn’t quite believe that she was safe. Jellal glanced up at Erza, offering her a worried smile. It’s okay. She’s okay.

          She was calming down, her trembling slowly dying away, her breath coming in gasps. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She breathed. Jellal looked bewildered.

          “What…?”

          “I wake you so much…” she whispered, pulling away from his embrace, rubbing away her tears with her hands. “And they’re just dreams.”

          “Wendy.” Erza said, sitting down next to her on her bed. “You’re right. They’re just dreams. But you should never apologize. Jellal and I, we have nightmares too. And we wake each other up. We’re there for each other. And we want to always be there for you—when you need us.”

          Wendy stared up at Erza for a long moment, and then tears welled up in her eyes. “Promise?”

          “Of course,” Jellal frowned, “Always.” Wendy pulled them both into a hug.

          “Thank you.”

          “I have an idea,” Erza declared. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate. We’ll all have some together, and then lets try and get some sleep. This time we’ll have good dreams.”

          Wendy laughed a little, wiping the last evidence of tears away from her eyelashes. She beamed up at both of them as they stood. “Alright, can I help?”

          “Sure,” Erza smiled, pulling her up to her feet. “You find the hot chocolate mix. I’ll heat up the water. Deal?”

          “Deal.”

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Jerza + Wendy: Found Family

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jerza + Wendy: Found-Family Fic

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Jerza + Wendy: Dad

          “Shh…” Erza laughed a little as Jellal leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. “Shh…! Don’t wake her up!” Wendy was fast asleep, pressed between the two of them on the couch, blanket wrapped snuggly around her shoulders, popcorn bowl set aside on the coffee table.

          “She fell asleep during the movie,” Jellal grinned, “I think she’s not going to wake up any time soon.”

          “It’s late,” Erza murmured. The TV was glowing in front of them, on the home screen for the film. “We should get her into bed.” Between them, Wendy jerked a little, as if she was dreaming. Erza paused, watching the girl closely. Another nightmare…? She glanced over at Jellal, their eyes met. She could see he was worried as well. Wendy had nightmares every so often. They were always bad. The girl between them let out a whimper—she was afraid. Her eyelids fluttering.

          “D-Da…!”

          “Wendy!” Erza whispered, “It’s just a dream, dear, wake up!”

          “Dad!” Wendy shuddered in her sleep, and then her voice rose to a scream. “Dad! Dad! N-no! Dad!”

“Wendy!” Jellal gently shook the girl’s shoulder, “Wake up! It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream!”

          Wendy’s eyes fluttered open. She was only conscious enough to realize she was alright, realize she had been dreaming. “D-dad…” she mumbled, dropping into his arms, “You’re okay… you’re…” she was asleep again before either of them had time to ask her if she was alright.

For a moment the room was silent. Erza’s eyes met Jellal’s and her lips turned up in a bright smile. “Dad.” She mouthed.

Dad? Jellal glanced down at the girl in his arms. Do I… really deserve to be called that? Was she dreaming about someone else…?

***

          When Wendy woke up her body was sore. I had another nightmare. Her body was always sore after the bad ones. She felt guilty. That means Mom and Jellal had to deal with it. Her gut twisted in knots. She hated that. That she was such a burden to them. She hated her nightmares—how she could hardly remember them when she woke, only flashes, and how Erza and Jellal always remembered them and how she screamed for them.

          Those nightmares… they were always the same. She could always remember flashes—Acnologia…. And someone she loved being hurt—right in front of her. It made her feel sick. Just don’t think about it now. It’s over. She slipped out of bed, her muscles protesting, pulling on her warm knit sweater and slipping into slippers. It was early, she left her hair down, tiptoeing downstairs to the kitchen to get something for breakfast. She was hoping no one else would be awake, but Jellal was sitting at the table, reading a book and sipping tea. He glanced up when she stepped in.

          “Good morning,” he said, smiling a little. “Do you want some tea?” She nodded once, and he got up to grab a mug, filling it with the warm drink and setting it in front of the chair next to his. “Come sit down.” She padded over to the table, pulling out the chair and dropping down to sit next to him. The tea was hot, so she wrapped her hands around the ceramic mug to warm them, and let the steam warm her face.

          “Thank you,” she said softly.

          “You’re welcome,” Jellal responded. There was a pause, before he said, “Wendy, there’s something I want to ask you.” Wendy glanced up at him to meet his eyes. “Do you… want to call me ‘Dad’?”

          Her eyes widened, and she glanced down at her hands. Why is he…? Suddenly she remembered waking up the night before, screaming for him—screaming Dad.

          “I… If you… I mean, if you… if you’re…”

          Jellal laughed a little, reaching out to pull her into a gentle hug. “I’d like that, if that’s what you want.” Wendy felt tears sting the corners of her eyes, as she gripped Jellal’s shirt and held him tight.

          “Yes!” She whispered. It made her heart warm. I have a mom and dad. She smiled, holding Jellal close. I have a mom and a dad.  

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