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hi I've read some of your work and <33 i adore it, if that's okay, can i request a kaeya x gn reader with cryo vision fic? I don't mind hc tho :D

so basically: reader is living in a woods in their little wooden house, away from mondstads people, they're not often seen in public. reader is coming to the city of freedom only to borrow books with spells, because of that some people r saying that they're a witch.

which is pretty accurate, but reader prefer calling themselves magician. they cast a spell by writing a symbol on a small piece of paper and then throwing it at enemy causing dmg, or just use it to shield themselves or to heal. (ndjdbsfhjd if u watched owl house,, there's this human who draws spells on piece of paper so that's something like this)

of course they're using cryo vision to fight enemies too!!

oh ny god sjsbsjah i wrote so much sorry if that's unclear,, so my point is; Kaeya with witch cryo vision wielder reader who spends most of their time in woods but they're not razor goodnight 🏃🏿‍♀️💨💨💨

⠀💌 —;⠀⠀⠀oh hUN you've got my creative brain working with this! Thanks so much for sending it it, I hope you like it! I haven’t written Kaeya in some time so if I butchered his character I am so, so sorry lmao 💞 I really loved the concept of this omg 💞

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⠀”Really,” is the first thing Kaeya’s said to you today, “Sometimes I wonder how you could spend so much time all the way out here on your own. Don’t you ever get lonely?”

⠀You chuckled and stepped to the side, giving him room to enter your cozy cottage. “It’s not as bad as you might think. The woods are relaxing, and sometimes a dashing knight from the nearby city comes for a visit.”

⠀”Oh? A dashing knight you say?” Kaeya’s grin was wide as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then proceeded to wipe his shoes on your mat. He stepped into your living room to deposited the rucksack he’s been carrying on your table, then settled himself on your sofa. “And pray tell, what is it about this ‘dashing knight’ that makes visits so memorable?”

⠀There’s a warmth that grew in your chest at the familiar sight of the Cavalry captain relaxing back into your comfy couch. You approached and nudged his long legs to give you some space to sit. “Well,” you drawled as you dug through the pack, pulling out the various books and examining them. You made a pleased noise. “Well, absolute grace and poise for one.”

⠀In the corner of your eye, you saw Kaeya smirk to himself, resting his hands behind his head as he got comfortable. The cheeky little shit. You nudged his calf with an elbow. 

⠀“Incredible mastery over their weapon, astounding skill with their Cryo vision,” You continued to list off, grinning to yourself as you watched Kaeya’s smirk grow with every word. It was adorable, really.

⠀”The romantic speech. Oh, and let me not forget the stunningly good looks that I’m ever so blessed to be around.”

⠀Kaeya waved a hand between you two, his eye closed as he basked in your praise. “Please,” he tried to say in a humble tone that was not very humble. “You embarrass me, dear. And I thought I was the flirt between us—“

⠀”Oh, I do miss the Reconnaissance captain,” you cut him off with a cheeky smile that turned his smile upside down in an instant. “I hope Eula will visit me again soon.”

⠀His eye narrowed at you, arms crossing on his chest as you tried to stifle your laughter. His expression was comparable to a cat who had just been dunked in water and who had not appreciated it. “How comedic of you,” Kaeya said flatly, though you knew he was not really upset. He frowned and gestured to the books on your table with a wide, sweeping gesture. “And after I braved the treacherous path to deliver these books to you, this is how I am repaid? How shameful of the witch of Wolvendom.”

⠀”Magician,” you corrected, poking his leg. “You’ve heard my spiel before. And really, you brought the trickery upon yourself.”

⠀”I take offense to that, I’ll have you know.” No, you’re sure he didn’t. ”You can’t say the citizens of Mondstadt are entirely wrong, though.”

⠀Noncommittally you shrug. You stood and piled some of the tomes in your hand, bringing them to your shelf on the opposite wall. The stack in your hands was rather large, and Kaeya wondered how you were able to comfortably carry the whole thing. “Perhaps not, but I do prefer to be called a magician either way.” You looked at him from over your shoulder, one book halfway shelved between two other books. “I trust Lisa had no complaint of the books I borrowed last week?”

⠀”Nothing but the highest praise,” Kaeya assured. Then, as if he had remembered something, he snapped his fingers. “She told me to tell you that she wants you over for tea tomorrow, and that she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

⠀The thought of it made you groan, and you huffed. “I already went for supplies this week, though,” you complained, but behind your back Kaeya just shrugged.

⠀”I’m just the messenger. Wouldn’t want to upset her, now would you?”

⠀”…no,” You agreed, remembering the last time you had upset her.

⠀”Glad we could come to an accord.” The cavalry captain smiled mischievously at your obvious displeasure. The conversation stalled for a minute or two as you focused on placing the books where they had to go. When you had finished organizing, you turned around and were met with Kaeya’s thoughtful stare. 

⠀”She worries about you, you know. So do I. You can’t argue that it’s dangerous out here on your own.”

⠀”I thought we established that a dashing knight comes to check up on me every now and again?” You asked, raising a brow playfully. You crossed your arms. “Besides, I can hold my own. There’s no need to worry.”

⠀”I know you can hold your own,” Kaeya laughed, but there was a tinge of seriousness to it now. “Those written symbols of yours are no joke. I can still remember how tiring it was to get through your Cryo shield. “

⠀”See?”

⠀”And yet, can you blame me for wanting you to be safe?”

⠀You soften at that. Kaeya’s still got a smile on his face, but you’ve known him long enough to spot the fabrication in it. There’s worry there. With soft steps you approach him, taking his hands into yours. With as even of an expression as you can, you meet his gaze. “No, I cannot blame you for it. But I feel alive here in the woods, even though it’s dangerous. I have my vision and my skills for a reason, you know? You helped me master it, you know how formidable I am.”

⠀”I do,” he agrees. 

⠀”And I’ve been learning to draw symbols of healing, too, so I can do more than just fight and defend. I can’t dispel your worries, though I appreciate that you care for me as much. I can tell you that I will do my best to stay safe, though.”

⠀”Do you promise?” He asks, searching your eyes for any doubt, any indication you were saying all this just for him.

⠀His eye was a lovely shade of blue, you realized. Leaning more on the side of periwinkle in this light, and contrasting with those strange, diamond-shaped pupils. You wondered if it was the same under his eyepatch.

⠀”I promise.” Then the furrow of your brow relaxed and you grinned. “Though I wouldn’t mind a certain Cryo-wielding captain from the knights showing up on my doorstep every now and then. Y’know, just to check up on me.”

⠀Kaeya’s smile changed, just enough for you to notice. He didn’t let go of your hand just yet, but his shoulders had lost some of their tension. 

⠀”I’ll be sure to pass the message to Eula, then.”

⠀You laughed, smacking his shoulder with a strength you doubted he could feel. “You ass!”

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⠀📎 —;⠀⠀⠀End

tartaglia but with a gun ✨

Hello, this is a bit of an odd request so i hope it isnt bad, could you please write for Kakyoin, and an s/o who has a groundhoh day type stand that, whenever used, will put its user into a time loop until an objective is complete, and is using it to try to save Kakyoin's life in the final day of Egypt, and Kakyoin noticing just how different his s/o seems due to the exhaustion of trying so hard for so long without sucsess (maybe even at the end they will succeed?) thank you very much!!!

This was the longest thing I’ve written and honestly I’m happy with the first half but I’m not sure about the second half. I apologize if the ended is kind of rushed. Also there’s probably going to be some errors because I’m finishing this before I go to bed

Also, let me just tell you how much fun I had writing this. There were so many ideas I wanted to incorporate but didn’t have enough time. This was a lot of fun though!

Warning: There’s going to be a few mentions of family death, language, and very unhealthy musing towards death(I reference s*icide once) so be careful

Over and Over (Kakyoin x Reader)

Thick arms gripped your waist, holding your thrashing body against a strong chest. You couldn’t hear a single thing over the blood rushing in your ears- or maybe that was the sound of gallons of water gushing from the crumpled water tower, flooding the streets below. Water that was tainted a crimson red. A red that shouldn’t have been there.

“Let me go! I have to go help him. God damn it Joseph just let me go! Kakyoin will be okay, he has to be!” You screamed while you whipped your head back into Joseph’s nose, using all your strength which resulted in a sickening crack.

“Damn it, (Y/n)! You’ve got to keep calm, we still have to defeat Dio! This fight isn’t over yet, we can’t afford to worry about Kakyoin right now!” Joseph shouted, resorting to restraining you with Hermit Purple when you threatened to break through his hold. The old man’s eyes widened at the blood curdling roar that tore itself from your throat at those words. 

Joseph felt his heart shatter at the emotions he knew you must be feeling. Devastation, denial, hopelessness and most of all rage. So much rage that it surely felt as if your body would explode from the pure force of it. This was a rage that you never expected to feel in your life but if you're one of the unlucky ones then you became intimately familiar with it. It rushed you like a linebacker, knocking the breath out of you and leaving you paralyzed with no hope of gaining your footing.

It was like a faulty wire that sparks a blaze inside of your house and every frantic second is spent trying to navigate your way through the flames but quickly you feel the flames licking at your heels. No matter how fast you run or how far you go, you know that you’re cornered from every angle. Your only option is to succumb to the flames and lose yourself amongst the heat.

Joseph knew the exact feeling you were experiencing all too well; It killed him to have to be that voice of reason, but he knew that if he lost himself then the two of you were as good as dead. In the back of his mind he could hear the cool voice of his mother, doing her best to keep her stoney facade in the face of his breakdown in front of the pile of rubble that had stolen his friend’s life. He could remember the rage he felt at the way she appeared indifferent- as if Caesar’s sacrifice was something that had been expected. It had taken him so long to realize that it was for his sake. He needed a calm presence in that moment to steer him the right direction lest he rush into a battle half cocked with no plan, only fueled by rage and determination alone. Looking at the young adult currently trying to burst from his hold, he knew that you needed that same presence. 

“Gahh! Could you just listen to me for a second?!” So much for being that calm presence 

In one final burst of strength you broke free from Joseph, your own stand tearing Hermit Purple’s vines to shreds as if they were a flimsy sheet of paper. In all of his time traveling with you he had never sensed such strength from you until this moment.

What wonders a broken heart could do.

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A dull thud resonated through your body as you fell to your knees, elbows leaned against the ledge of the building. He was so far away. You could reach him! You had to reach him, Kakyoin had saved your hide more times than you could count, there's no way you could just leave him behind. He had taken care of your wounds, had encouraged you and helped you to grow not only as a stand user but as a person. What had begun as a trip to help some strangers kill a man you didn’t even know had turned into a journey of self-exploration and growth. The last thing you were expecting was to walk out of this with a newfound confidence, but much less to fall for one of your companions. 

Tears clouded your eyes, blurring your surroundings into nonsensical masses of shapes and colors. Your beloved was a speck of green and red, sticking out from the crumpled metal of the water tower. Your hearing was coming back to you in which you became aware of the chilling scream ringing through the air. Wait, was that coming from you?

The moments following you were a blur. You remembered feeling Hermit Purple wrap around you again, yanking you back into Joseph’s arms before you were forced to flee with the older man.

The last thing you could see was the stark gold of those evil eyes, narrowing at you. Taunting you. ‘You won’t win’ Is what they said.

You were beginning to believe them.

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At the age of 7 you discovered your stand in what had been a complete accident. 

As a child, you could be pretty unruly especially when you and your brother would horse around. Time after time you had been yelled at to not run in the house, threatening a whipping if you were to break anything. You didn’t listen though. Why would you? Children never thought of what could possibly happen so when your brother bodily shoved you into the wall you hadn’t expected the aftershocks to send your mother’s favorite antique doll tumbling to the ground. The shattering porcelain skated across wooden floors, the quiet scraping echoing in your ears along with the pounding of your heart. You were beyond screwed. If your mom found out about the accident she would kill you!

“What are we going to do?!” You cried, tears welling in your eyes. Your watery gaze met your brother’s. He was the one that caused this, so he had to be the one to fix it! 

It happened in a flash, almost faster than you could see it, but you could have sworn you had seen some sort of creature behind your brother and for a fraction of a second you felt as if your soul had been pulled from your body as you opened your eyes in your bed, vaguely aware of a single bell’s chime coming from seemingly nowhere. Had it all been a dream? It couldn’t have been, you remembered waking up this morning. Your mother had come to fetch you for breakfast, knocking on the door three times before peeking her head into the door.

Almost like the universe was laughing at you three knocks sounded at the door, and sure enough your mom opened the door with a soft, “(Y/n), come on or else your breakfast will get cold”, going on her merry way. She was blissfully unaware of the confusion that was clouding your brain. Was she messing with you? Of everyone in your family she had the longest mean streak, having a tendency to pull small jokes on you from time to time. Knowing your luck you had passed out from fear, been found and now the woman was biding her time until you confessed that you broke the doll yourself.

You thought it was odd that she would choose to trick you into believing it was morning again but your mother was an odd woman. 

Throwing back your blankets you found yourself dressed in the same pajamas you had worn earlier. Looked back towards your clock you even noticed that the time had been set back to 7am. Changing you into your pajamas was one thing but going so far as to set your clock back was just weird. You were still under the impression that this was one big joke, and as you suffered through another family breakfast- living through the exact same conversations you had already heard, everything the same word for word- you could fill the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. This wasn’t some sort of prank but you had no clue what it was.

You were brushing your teeth when you entertained the dream theory again. It should have been impossible that your dream would so accurately predict the future but you had heard of weirder things. To hear your aunt say it she had known that your mom was pregnant with you before she even knew. She claimed to have seen it a dream, announcing the pregnancy in a similar manner to how it happened in real life. (To be fair though, it wasn’t uncommon to announce a pregnancy by phone, so you weren’t sure how much stock you put in that experience.) Whether it was from a need for some sort of answer or a desire to just put a reason to this odd occasion, you managed to convince yourself that you had just had an incredibly weird, vivid dream. So you pushed it to the back of your mind. You didn’t think about the weird dream, or the weird creature that you were pretty sure that you had caught a glimpse of, but if it was just a dream then that made sense right? You saw a lot of monsters in your nightmares; this could have just been one of them. 

Everything was perfectly fine until your brother was chasing you through the house again. The deja vu was overwhelming, seeing flashes of shattered porcelain in your mind’s eye. You felt the terror that had coursed through your veins when you had thought that you and your brother were soon to be punished. You felt the phantom sensation of tears stinging your eyes, and that might have been what had brought you to change your course at the last moment. You dashed into the kitchen, barely missing that shove that would have destroyed your mother’s prized possession. You escaped punishment, the worst thing you had to deal with had been a shout to take your games outside. 

The day went on like normal from then on. Your ordeal was forgotten by the very next day.

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Over time you found a name, and even a face, to put to what had happened to you. You became aware of this odd humanoid creature that stood at a similar height to your own. Curly brown hair was slicked back, against its neck. It didn’t look like hair though, there was sheen to it, almost like polished wood. You were sure if you were to reach your hand out it would feel like running your hand over the smooth, cool wood of a grandfather clock. It was dressed almost as if it had come from the Victorian era, wearing a stunning yellow waistcoat on top of a white dress shirt, complete with a pendulum-like tie. It wore a simple pair of beige slacks, and honestly if you didn’t know any better you would have believed this to be a normal person. I mean, they were even adorned with two large cylinder shaped earrings.

This wasn’t a person, however. At first you thought it was a delusion. This thought was only furthered when after a nightmare you had run screaming to your parents about this weird person that had showed up in your room. Although, to you the being was as real as could be; Your father had been the one to stare at you like you were crazy, looking at the very spot you were pointing at. He saw absolutely nothing. To him all he saw was a scared child whose imagination was running rampant in the late hours of the night. Your father had walked you back to your room, ignoring every tearful shriek of how the thing was following right behind you.

“Nothing is following us, it was just a bad dream” The older man grumbled, he was visibly frustrated at the screaming. No doubt he was a little upset at having been woken up at such an ungodly hour. Probably not as upset as you, considering for the rest of the night you dealt with the impromptu staring contest with this weird little thing. 

You don’t remember going to bed- you were sure you ended up passing out from exhaustion- but when you woke up that creature had disappeared. Maybe it really was just a hallucination brought on by your bad dream. Sure, you’ve had occasions where you had mistaken a rogue tree branch to be someone knocking against your window so it should have been easy to write off. You were a scared child, it made sense. It was common for the brain to play tricks on the eyes in the dark, convincing your young mind that there was someone hiding in the shadows waiting to drag you away, but it wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t a trick of the mind, or any kind of delusions. Your clock-like companion would go on to make many more appearances- mostly in times of stress, you would come to learn. 

It wouldn’t be until your teenage years when you would begin connecting the dots. This being was a part of you, you learned. Gradually you learned how to summon it at will and by now it was basically second nature to you. It was an extension of your body and, even stranger, you figured out that you could even feel the things that it did. If you used it to grab a book for you the faintest sensation of a hard cover would fill your hand. You could remember spending hours examining it, trying to make sense of this odd manifestation; your fear had been replaced by an eager curiosity, poking and prodding at it. Luckily it didn’t seem to mind too much.

However, your most important discovery was the time loops.

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Bells. Bells were the only thing you could hear. 5 chimes. 10 chimes, transitioning into 15 chimes. 20, 25 chimes now.

  Where were they coming from? The clock tower was in the middle of Cairo, you were too far away for the chimes to be so loud. They were so loud. 

Why were they so damn loud?!

“Kakyoin!”

Your eyes snapped open, nausea building in your stomach as you took a deep breath. The chimes had finally ended but your ears were left ringing in their wake. No one else seemed affected by the deafening noise. They couldn’t hear them, no one could except for you. Your stand Second Chances was on odd one but really, when you’ve just spent the past two months fighting stand users that could do things such as steal souls and reverse age then really nothing was weird anymore. Not even your time loops.

You see, you had a chance that a lot of people could  only dream of. After activating your stand you were transported back to the beginning of the day. It was like pressing restart on a video and getting sent back to the beginning of the level if you failed an objective. You had a fresh start, a new opportunity to step back and try again. Unfortunately while with a video game you have the choice to walk away when you get frustrated, you don’t have that luxury. Even upon failing you were sent back to the beginning of that day. You were trapped in the loop until you were able to accomplish your objective and each new day was punctuated with a new bell chime. You supposed you should be thankful for the bells since they were your only means of keeping track of how many times you had lived through this hell again. Your current count was at 26.

You have seen Kakyoin return 26 times already. You’ve witnessed Iggy lead your miserable group to their fates time and time again. 26 days of pain and loss and suffering. You were nearing the end of your rope, unsure of how much more you could take. Although that didn’t really matter did it? Your last day in Egypt would continue to rewind for eternity. You had to accept that you couldn’t save Kakyoin from his fate, no matter how hard you tried he was destined to die.

“(Y/n) are you alright? I’m surprised, you’ve been moaning about how much you miss Kakyoin. We all would have thought that you’d pounce on him the moment you saw him.” Polnareff propped a hand up on his hip, waving his hand in front of your face with a snicker. “Hey, earth to (Y/n), are you even listening?”

You could have slapped the French bastard. How could he joke like this when the seven of you were walking into a death sentence? You thought that of all people Polnareff would take this the most seriously. His whole motivation for tagging along had been purely to avenge his sister, so why would he be so lighthearted in the hours preceding three of your comrades’ deaths. You wanted to scream and shout at him. You wanted to beat the shit out of him for being so insensitive. It wouldn’t be fair to him though. He had no clue of what was to come.

Truth be told none of them did.

You were the only one that was aware of the restart. To everyone else it was just that same day, they were still filled with that original determination. They still had their eyes set on that goal that is oh so close. You would give anything to be like them again. To have that spark in your eyes, that strength in your stride, and that confidence that nothing would go wrong. That belief that as long as you all have each other then nothing can go wrong. Despite every misfortune, every accident, every sacrifice the group had gone through up until this point there was still a blind hope. It was useless and idiotic but you would kill for that blissful ignorance right now.

“I’m just not feeling well. I think I ate something wrong last night” You lied flatly. You couldn’t even remember what you’d had for dinner the night before.

“You better not get cold feet on us now, we’ve come all this way now.” Narrowed green eyes met your own, prompting you to shake your head with a sigh and respond with a fake smile and “I couldn’t back out even if I wanted to,” 

And god did you want to.

Joseph smirked at you, right hand coming up to adjust the hat atop his head, “That’s the spirit” He said simply. Sure it was.

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Kakyoin fancied himself to be rather perceptive. All of his life has been spent watching others, their reactions and their actions. When you had no friends there was really nothing else to do with his time. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d sat alone at lunch just watching the kids his age. He noticed how the shier children would stick to the outskirts of the lunch room. They were most comfortable near the exit points- seemingly ready to leave as soon as the bell sounded. These kids were considerate enough to space out their seats with an empty chair between each kid. It was interesting how even at such a young age they were already exercising their ‘If you leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone’ mindset.

On the flip side the extroverted children were more than willing to cram against each other at their tables, to the point where their attendants would have to bring the tots over to sit at some of the other emptier tables. There was no shortage of conversation. Small, high-pitched voices filled the lunch room with a certain excitement that only young children could really emanate. Sure there were a few squabbles- especially when someone tried to snatch a piece of candy away from their friend’s lunch, or if someone had their seat stolen- but those were to be expected when dealing with lively children. They gravitated towards their groups as if on instinct and were visibly displeased if they were separated for whatever reason.

Kakyoin wouldn’t deny the resentment that he became oh so familiar with at a young age, but if there was anything he was grateful for it was his ability to read people.

He could read people like a well loved book. Pretty well, in fact, that it was hard not to stare at people and try to dissect their mannerisms. He’d never admit that he’s spent more than one night watching Jotaro in an attempt to crack some sort of code with the other student. Jotaro shared absolutely nothing about himself, the information he let slip through his actions looked like it was carefully calculated and it was glaringly obvious that he had no intention of opening up. Honestly, Jotaro was interesting to him in the same way that a magic trick was mystifying. He wanted to dissect his traits, figure out the way he worked.

You, however, were a different story. In Kakyoin’s experience everyone had something to hide. That was just how things worked. No matter how often someone like Polnareff or Mr.Joestar opens up to him there would always be information that they would keep from him, but you didn’t do that. It was odd in and of itself. You opened up completely as if no piece of information was too small or too personal. 

He could ask you any question and he would receive an honest answer regardless of whether he had just asked how you take your coffee in the morning or if he had asked how your grandparents had died (yeah, that example was morbid but he has a point to prove.) 

He thinks that maybe it was your honesty that drew him to you in the beginning. You carried yourself as if you had nothing to hide. Kakyoin didn’t even have to try to read you because everything was laid out bare already. Try as he might, the redhead just didn’t understand. After a while he just stopped caring, stopped trying to figure you out because that would always lead to sleepless nights, sitting out on the balcony of whatever hotel they were crashing at that night. 

The arid desert wind caressed his hair, blowing softly as he looked to the empty ledge beside him. He could see a sliver of light peeking from underneath the curtain. Ah, so Polnareff and you were still awake. It was pretty late so surely his two teammates should be asleep by now.- they would all need their rest for the upcoming days of travel. Kakyoin wondered what was going on in the room. He should have chastised himself for having such prying thoughts but he couldn’t stop himself. 

Were you as open with the French man as you were with him? Did Polnareff know about your favorite movie? Your favorite music? Did Polnareff pay attention to the way that your noise would scrunch up when you were displeased, or did he notice how you would lace your fingers behind your back while picking at your nails when you were nervous. Or maybe the infamous flirt knew about that twinkle hidden in your eyes that was only exposed when you were feeling particularly playful. Did he know of the softness of your lips, the slow, smooth rhythm you would mo-.

Kakyoin threw his face in his hands trying to ignore the wildfire blazing on his cheeks. He had no right to think such deviant things about you, especially involving his obnoxious lively friend. Whether he had a right to or not that didn’t stop him- which of course he would never admit to. Kakyoin had grown used to your presence. He took comfort in it; The student had become addicted to having someone entrusting him with so much information. He could be...well, awkward was the only way to describe it. Kakyoin definitely had his moments, while in public he gave no indication of social ineptitude. In fact he enjoyed interacting with so many strangers over the course of his travels. With a craving for social interaction he found that itch scratched nicely, and his spirits had only climbed when he met Jotaro, Avdol, and Mr.Joestar. For once, he didn’t feel like an outsider. He finally felt understood.

So in all honesty Kakyoin wasn’t some bumbling fool when it came to talking to strangers and to another degree: attractive people. Contrary to what the group (mainly Polnareff) chose to believe, Kakyoin wasn’t a complete virgin. I mean, he was but it’s not as if he was completely clueless. He was a hormonal teenager, it was only natural for him to want to explore himself and his sexuality. Of course the most exploration he’d really done had been with his right hand for kind of obvious reasons, but that wasn’t his point! His point was that he wasn’t some stuttering fool that would roll over at the first sight of the first beautiful person he met.

But then he met you.

Kakyoin wanted to say that it was love at first sight. He wanted a cute story that he could tell your children when you got older. He wanted to look his little boy or girl in the eyes and talk about how he knew you were the one from the moment he laid eyes on you. He liked to imagine the wonder in their eyes as he explained the butterflies in his chest when you made your way to him across the busy streets in Singapore, and the pounding of his heart- as if it was going to stop from sheer excitement. That’s what he wanted. Instead he had a story about how you decked him so hard you almost decapitated him, then proceeded to try to kill his friends. 

He would leave that part out. 

You had knocked him off his feet- literally- and he couldn’t stop himself as he fell for you. Kakyoin wasn’t sure if he would have wanted to stop himself if he had the chance to. 

‘Ugh’ He lamented in his brain, ‘I sound like some lovesick fool’

You’d only been traveling with the Crusaders for a couple of weeks, surely that wasn’t enough time to develop feelings for someone. That’s what the redhead tried to tell himself anyway, but here he was, having only known you for a handful of days and having such jealous thoughts that he could feel his blood pressure rise. He hadn’t even confessed to you! You were none the wiser to his feelings so he shouldn’t be getting jealous over the possibility of losing someone that wasn’t even his.

“How long have you been out here?” Jotaro’s gruff voice filled the silence of the night, bolt clicking as he slid the door shut behind him. 

Okay so at least he hadn’t been standing there for too long. Maybe.

“Uh, I don’t know. Maybe an hour or two?” His statement sounded more like a question than anything. He’d gone outside sometime after Jotaro went to bed and that had been around 9pm maybe. Okay how long had he been out here? “What time is it?”

“Midnight”

Shit.

Alright so he had it a lot worse than he thought he did. Kakyoin turned his head when Jotaro leaned against the railing, his lighter clicking as he lit a cigarette before wordlessly offering one to his roommate. Kakyoin's eyes flitted between the carton and Jotaro’s face. Finally deciding to say ‘fuck it’ and accepted one of the smokes. This trip had more of a chance of killing him than a singular cigarette. If he knew anything he knew not to snub any act of kindness from Jotaro because the hulking teen was liable to take it personal.

The first drag he took from the cigarette practically killed him. He damn near hacked up a lung, having to beat on his chest in hopes of regaining his ability to breathe. When Kakyoin heard the quiet chuckle originating from Jotaro he almost felt like a normal high schooler, sneaking smokes behind his parents back. Part of him expected Jotaro to pull a dirty magazine out from behind his coat but this wasn’t the normal teenage experience- not to mention he wasn’t sure if Jotaro could feel more than one emotion at once.

“You were thinking about them again weren’t you?”

He was also convinced that nothing was scarier than when Jotaro decided to start analyzing things.

“Am I that obvious?” Kakyoin bowed his head, thinking he was slick in the way he snuck another glimpse at your balcony. The light was still on. That sour feeling was creeping back into his chest.

“You look like you’re going to jump across the balcony” Jotaro didn’t turn from his spot looking over the city, “and unless Hierophant is just enjoying the breeze then yes, you’re painfully obvious”

“Wha- when did Hierophant-?” Kakyoin’s head whipped behind him to see his stand seething silently behind him. He pursed his lips as he dismissed his stand.

“Don’t start pouting Kakyoin”

“Stop using Star Platinum to spy on me!” He finally caught a faint glimpse of purple blending into Jotaro’s head. That sneaky asshole!

“Shut the hell up, you’re going to wa-”

“Are you two okay?”

Kakyoin froze when he heard that lovely, exhausted voice. He wishes he hadn’t turned around because he knows the instant he looked at you he got this dumb look on his face. Your hair was a complete mess, tousled as if you had been tossing and turning for a while. Your balled fist rubbed at a sleep heavy eye. Gradually Kakyoin’s eyes drifted down to the loose tank top that practically hung off of your body and then right down to those pajama pants that were hardly hanging on your hips. The teen was conflicted between feeling grateful for having the chance to see your sleepwear once more and letting his envy towards Polnareff take the reins. Seriously, how did the French fucker manage to sign his name first? 

“Go back in, it’s none of your business” Jotaro’s gruff attitude had returned, every ounce of his earlier playfulness having vanished along with the cigarette but he flicked off of the balcony.

“Oh” You hummed, reaching up to scratch your neck, “I just heard a noise and figured I’d check on you guys.”

“W-we’re fine!” Kakyoin answered too quickly, cringing at the volume of his voice “Yeah, it was nothing” He repeated, face as red as his hair.

“Alright then. Well, goodnight Kakyoin. You too Jotaro.” And just like that you disappeared back into your room like a beautiful vision.

“Christ, you’re hopeless” Jotaro grumbled, turning to retreat to his own room now that his nicotine craving had been sated.

Kakyoin didn’t miss the small smirk on his friend’s face.

----

“Are you alright?”

“I wish everyone would stop asking that,’ You didn’t mean to snap, especially not at Kakyoin. He’d been nothing but patient with you. Kakyoin meant so much to you, hell he was the whole reason you were going through this living hell, and here you were snapping at him like it was nothing. Pfft, you shouldn’t get worked up. Kakyoin would forget about the incident by the next loop anyway.

“(Y/n), I’m worried about you. You’re not acting like yourself.” 

Violet eyes locked with yours and suddenly you couldn’t stand the sight. You couldn’t see the love that they held for you, or the worry. All you could see was the hollow death that always clouded his eyes by the end of the night.

Something was wrong, you felt it deep in your chest. It was a heavy feeling, like a ball of lead was sinking down towards your stomach, ripping through your guts until you were left clutching your stomach- gasping for some sort of breath while trying not choke on the bile rising in your throat. Flashes of the mangled water tower filled your vision. All you could see was water, bloody water and you could hear shouting. You think it was your own, judging by the pain in your throat. 

The feeling of hands wrapping around your wrists caused you to snap- tearing yourself away from whoever tried to restrain you. To you, you weren’t on a quiet street. You were right back up on that rooftop. You were fighting to get to Kakyoin, you had to get to him! He still had a chance-

“(Y/n)!” A shout of your name and a tighter grip around your wrists snapped you from your panic. Blinking through the tears you were eventually able to focus enough to make out Kayoin’s furrowed brow. He was alive. He was breathing. You couldn’t give up on him, there was a way to save him. Your time loops didn’t apply to unchangeable fates, you knew this much, so the fact that you came back to this day over and over was the only shred of hope you had. The only hope to assure you that there was still something that could be done.

“Kakyoin I-I… Let.. let me go” You tried to steel your voice but you couldn’t help the way it shuddered. You sounded weak. Pathetic.

“What’s going on with you?” Your love whispered, trying to bring you closer to him even as you tried to put space between the two of you. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t-

“I said let go!” You cried, finally yanking yourself away again.

In that moment it became obvious that you shouldn’t have looked up. That look of hurt on Kayoin’s face- he looked as if you had just crushed his very heart, and honestly you may as well have. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your arms, to run your hands through his hair and murmur how everything would be okay. You wanted to warn him about his demise, so that maybe he would stand some sort of chance (You already tried and it didn’t work, the solution was never that simple.) More than anything you just want the chance to hold him in your arms as the sun rises. 

That look of hurt was carved into your memory as you stormed past the rest of stunned crusaders.

----

By loop 40 you could accurately recite every single word of D’Arby’s speech. You found yourself repeating each word under your breath, ignoring the odd looks you received from Joseph and Jotaro as Kakyoin battled for his soul. You could pinpoint the exact moment in which your love admits defeat and his soul is pulled from him by Atum. Even after 40 days of watching the same scene you were still unnerved by the sight of it all. Maybe you should have been desensitized by now but you couldn’t look at his doll. You just couldn’t.

 By loop 60 the lines of reality were beginning to blurr. You were becoming more and more aware of the cracks appearing on the wood-like surface of your stand. Your poor Second Chances had definitely seen much better days. The longest number of loops you’d gone through was 34 and the same stress fractures had began to show up back then. You were wondering what would happen first: Your stand’s destruction or your victory.

You were betting on your stand’s destruction.

You lost count of the chimes at this point. They were lasting all day. You couldn’t talk without the deafening chimes overshadowing your voice. You had to scream to hear yourself; It was only when you would receive bewildered stares would you remember that you were the only one that could hear the bells. Oh well. They’d forget by tomorrow anyway, right? Everything would go right back to normal tomorrow. You would open your eyes in that street once again only to see Kakyoin welcomed back with open arms and smiles. You wished he would have stayed in the hospital. He should have stayed and continued healing; Kakyoing could have been safe and sound, and maybe you would have been the one to die instead. 

Maybe you would have died instead.

----

You felt oddly at peace. Even with the chiming bells to serenade you into hell, you felt as if you were floating. Second Chances was on its last legs, you could see it, you could feel it. You had enough strength in you left for one last fight and you hoped that you would make this one count. You had no choice, Kakyoin’s life depended on you. If you were able to buy him enough time to change his plan, then maybe that would be enough to change his course. 

“Well buddy” You sighed, eyes locked on the bulky silhouette of none other than Dio himself, “Here goes nothing” Your stand made a wonky ticking noise in response and you finally left your hiding spot. 

This was a suicide mission. It didn’t appear as if you had much of a choice anymore though. You had tried over and over again to save Kakyoin and yourself, but every single time he died in the same gruesome way. You wanted your happy ending, you wanted to walk away hand in hand with your beloved but maybe it was time you realized that maybe you just weren’t meant to have your happy ending. Second Chances gave you the ability to complete an objective, to fix a mistake. You were never guaranteed to walk away unscathed.

“What’s this?” 

You held your chin high as Dio turned to focus on you. An immediate cold chill ran down your back. Maybe this was what was meant to be.

There were the bells again.

“I knew you were delusional but facing me alone? You must have a death wish don’t you, you fool” Golden eyes gleamed at you in the streetlights. 

As you approached the vampire you wondered how quick your death would be. Dio was a sadistic son of a bitch and you’d be surprised if he spared you the slightest bit of mercy. Of course, that would only mean that you weren’t worthy of his time and that defeated the whole purpose. The others needed time and if you went down in a couple of minutes, well that would be pathetic.

“You’re awfully quiet. What? Are you scared? If you’d like I’ll let you run away, so you can show everyone just how much of a coward you are”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You asked, finally finding your voice. “I bet you’d love to watch me run away just so you could kill me with my back turned. I hate to tell you Dio but if you’re going to kill me then you’re going to look me in the damn eyes.” 

“I’ll take pleasure in feeling your final breath leaving your body” You were greeted by a fanged grin, followed by The World lunging straight at you, going for the kill immediately. You hardly had time to brace Second Chances in front of you, grunting at the force of what felt like a truck running you over.  

Your teeth pierced your lip as you tried to hold back a scream as your left arm snapped with little resistance. You knew you were in bad shape but this was fucking ridiculous. With your injured arm clutched close to your chest you managed to dodge under a punch that probably would have killed you and took off in the opposite direction. If you’d learned anything from Joseph it was how to run.

And you ran like hell. 

You weren’t stupid enough to run back into the lion’s den, and if you were being honest your distraction plan flew right out the window as soon as your arm snapped. Your stand didn’t aid you too much physically so you were on your own as you sprinted through the back alleys of Cairo, distinctly aware of the predatory presence looming not far behind. So this was how he was going to play the game. He could kill you at any moment but he was taunting you. Dio stayed just far enough to set you on edge, but unfortunately all it really did was piss you off. 

“Come on bastard, let’s fucking fight then,” You growled

Here goes nothing.

----

The car was too bright. If he wasn’t painfully aware of the throbbing in his head and entire body Kakyoin would have thought that maybe he was dead. As far as he knew, though, Heaven didn’t look like an ambulance and didn’t smell like antiseptic. All things considered he could have been in worse condition. He was battered up to all hell but compared to Polnareff next to him he was in great condition. He had to give him credit, Polnareff had been through hell and back but he was still kicking. 

The two of them were in Car 1 headed straight to the hospital while Jotaro and the crew in Car 2 still had to get rid of Dio’s remains. He could hear from the squawking on the radio that they were attempting some sort of transfusion. It was easy to hear Jotaro’s voice boom out over the speaker and even half dead, Kakyoin managed to smirk. To anyone else Jotaro sounded pissed beyond belief but the redhead knew better; The other teen was worried sick about his grandfather but would never verbally admit it. It was kind of sweet.

Now there was only one member left missing.

They hadn’t seen you since the fight with Dio began. Kakyoin could have sworn that you had been keeping pace with himself and Mr.Joestar but once they made it to the rooftops you were nowhere in sight. That had been hours ago and any attempt to locate you had turned up empty. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have some sort of divination power like Mr.Joestar. Even if it was for the worst he couldn’t stand not knowing where you were. 

“Kakyoin, you need to get some rest. Your body has been through a lot.” The medic said softly, as he checked over his vitals again. 

All he was able to respond with garbled nonsense, although to himself it sounded more like, “Where’s (Y/n)”, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Maybe he should rest.

The medic could only spare him a sympathetic glance before the radio buzzed to life once more. 

“Car 1, this is Car 2. How fast can we get a third car on scene, we think we’ve found a body. It’s looks to be (Y/n) (L/n)” 

Now that got his attention. Kakyoin groaned as he sluggishly turned on to his side, pulling at his IV in an attempt to maneuver himself into a sitting position while the two medics tried to force him back down. “Let me talk to them! I have to talk to (Y/n)” He cried, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, whether it was from the pain or the relief of finding you, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he needed to tell you how much he loved you, he had so much he needed to say! He couldn’t help himself, he needed to know you were okay.

“P-please, just let me… I ne-need to tal-” He couldn’t keep this up much longer, he could already see the black cloud swimming in his vision.

The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was “We can’t get a pulse. (Y/n) (L/n) is dead”

----

When you felt yourself begin to come to you were expecting to hear the sharp ringing of bells. You expected to feel the hot Egyptian sun beating down on you and to open your eyes the Crusaders once more.

You didn’t.

Instead of bells you could hear the beeping of a heart monitor. Bright, fluorescent lights blinded you from behind your eyelids and you could feel the scratchy hospital bed sheets underneath your arms. That was weird, this wasn’t part of the loop.

This wasn’t part of the loop.

You shot up in bed with a gasp, immediately crying out when you felt what must have been stitches pulled with the rushed movement of your back. The next thing you noticed was your arm wrapped tightly in a plaster cast..oh yeah. You slung the blanket over yourself pausing when you looked down at your legs. From the knee down your right leg was solid metal. You gave an experimental flex of your toes, cringing at the way the contraption looked. What had even happened to you? You couldn’t remember anything past having your back slashed open. You had attempted to blindside Dio during the chase but he’d ended up nearly fileting you. You were confused on how you’d even survived in the first place. 

You were caught off guard by a startled noise beside you. Familiar red hair greeted your vision and oh god, was that a beautiful sight to see. Kakyoin was staring back at you with wide violet eyes as if he was staring at a ghost. The teen was reclined in a wheelchair, his body covered in bandage upon bandage. It was obvious that you hadn’t prevented him from getting hurt but he was still with you, that’s all that mattered to you.

  “You’re awake…” The teen murmured in disbelief, tears already begging to drip down his cheeks as he rolled himself closer to your bed

“Oh come on, you’re acting like I died or something” You hummed with a laugh, faltering at Kakyoin’s grim expression.

“The last thing I heard before I passed out was that you were dead” Your love mumbled, hands clasped together in his lap. “I thought that I’d missed my chance to tell you just how much you mean to me. I thought- I thought you were-” 

“Hey..” You began softly, reaching your uninjured hand towards him, smiling when he took it. “You should know better than anyone that you can’t get rid of that easily. Besides, I always get my second chance” You smiled, bringing yourself to press a kiss to his knuckles. 

“You don’t understand how scared I was” Kakyoin whimpered through a laugh

“Oh no,” you ground out, “I think I’ve got an idea”

“Hey Kakyoin?”

“Yes?”

“Will you cover my leg back up? It’s starting to creep me out.”

🙃

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Brain Pain // Four Year Strong

Saccharine // Jazmin Bean

WiLDFiRE // fish narc

I Come With Knives // IAMX

Judas // Lady Gaga

Please Don’t Tell My Father That I Used His 1996 Honda Accord To Destroy The Town Of Willow Grove, Pennsylvania In 2002 // Pet Symmetry

R.I.P.D.I.Y. // Love Spread

Grace Kelly // MIKA

The Divine Zero // Pierce the Veil

Don’t Stop Me Now // Queen

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rules: we’re snooping in your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then choose 10 victims.

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1. Better by Khalid

2. Whatever It Is by Zac Brown Band

3. Eastside by Benny Blanco, Halsey, and Khalid

4. Crazy In Love by Beyoncé and Jay-Z

5. Remind You by Andy Grammer

6. Best Friend by Sofi Tukker

7. Fear by X Ambassadors and Imagine Dragons

8. Sunday Morning by Maroon 5

9. Winter Wonderland/Here Comes Santa Claus Mashup by Snoop Dogg and Anna Kendrick

10. Drunk by Ed Sheeran

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Kaeya: I made tea.

Diluc: I don’t want tea.

Kaeya: I didn’t make you tea. This is my tea.

Diluc: Then why did you tell me?

Kaeya: It’s a conversation starter.

Diluc: It’s a horrible conversation starter.

Kaeya: Oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.

Log on. Display mental illness. Sexualize the fictional murderer.