I REQUEST MORE OF THE FOUND FAMILY STUFF

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)

Delusion

A Childe X Lumine Fanfiction

Rating : Not Rated

Tags : Psychological, Mild Angst, Character Death

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During moments of utter silence, Childe recalls that which Lumine once told him about a book she had read from a far away land. 

"It is of utmost importance that those who seek to fight monsters must not become one in the process." 

He likes to think that perhaps, by mentioning it, she had once hoped that he would be reminded of his main aspiration—to conquer the world that is, and not to simply bathe in the blood of his enemies. 

It has its merits, he admits—for he finds himself fighting alongside her during the turning point of the war, the darkness in him dampened by the white light she emits—cleansing the corruption that has resided in him for the longest time. 

This too though, reminds him of another of her words. 

"The deep dark abyss—stare for too long and it would stare back to those who dare." 

It is true, for he knows that ever since he dropped down that hole in the world, he emerged as a monster that is only tamed by bloodshed. 

And from the moment he knew Lumine, perhaps by her as well. 

He has always carried a portion of that so-called abyss, feeling its vines wrapping inside his very being. He is a monster, that much is true, but tamed as one can be, he became a tool under her commands. 

He does not care, for it is times with her when the whispers of the dark become muted—turned into nothing but echoes of the past. 

"Childe? Breakfast?" 

The man spies her slender form by the doorframe of his bedroom, sees her domestically ushering his sleepy person into the kitchen and he feels as though he had achieved that which he desires, with her by his side. 

To conquer the world. 

They did. They won. And it was all that he could ask for. 

Celestia is no more. The abyss is no more. It is just him, Lumine and the rest of the world. 

He smiles as he sits down at the table, reaching for her hand as she places the bowl of steaming Calla Lily Seafood Soup before him. 

"Oh, my favorite. What's the occasion, girlie?"

"Mhm, nothing in particular. Just wanted to cook something special for you." she smiles back and he thinks he saw the glimmer of stars beyond her eyes. 

Or perhaps it was nothing but an illusion, masking the deeper end of the void he is familiar with—if such end even existed. 

Childe shakes his head for he believes that that is not the case. Lumine is here with him. And the abyss is no more. It is no more. 

And if the calling of that dark bud inside him grows too strong anyhow, he knows she is here to defeat it for him. 

For she is also perhaps a monster in her own rights. 

--☆☆☆--

The bags under his eyes, and the haunted looks in his face tell everyone that he is far from recovered but everytime someone comes to ask him how he is faring, he will do nothing but face them with a smile before answering. 

"I'm very much fine! Lumine takes good care of me." 

If there were curious glances sent his way, he does not care. They must be seething inside—jealous that it was him who conquered her heart by the end of it all. 

The savior and the reformed harbinger.

What a perfect love story—great as a tale to pass down from generations to generations. He sighs at the thought. 

"Childe, pardon my query but I must ask—how have you truly been?" 

He already lost count of how many times the same question had been asked of him. 

He stops walking—to face the former Geo Archon a few steps behind. 

"I do not understand why everyone keeps on asking the same question. I already told you i'm fine, didn't I?" 

Oh how he hates it when they ask—as if they were doubting his princess' ability to care for him, for it was her who has been on his bed, in his kitchen, in his very house ever since the world achieved true peace. 

They do not understand just how capable Lumine is. 

And they will never know, if he has anything to say. 

"Though we are but friends, I must express my deep concern. The dips on your cheeks beg to differ from that which you uttered." 

The blue in his eyes shift into something malicious, to that belonging to the beast he keeps inside. 

"With all due respect, Mr. Zhongli. I do not appreciate the implications of what you just said. You asked and I answered." He pauses. 

The abyss is no more for Lumine is with him. 

"I shall be going now. My wife is waiting for me at home." 

As he walks away, he ignores the burning gaze on his back. It's fine. That former god does not matter. 

What matters is him and Lumine while the rest of the world could go crash and burn, he thinks. 

--☆☆☆--

"Tough day at work?" 

Childe sidles up to her side, wrapping an arm around the apron-covered waist of his beloved. He kisses her temple with reverence—for it is what she deserves. 

"Not really. It was just Mr. Zhongli. And others. Being annoyingly repetitive as always." He grumbles, tucking her head under his chin. 

The small hand resting atop his chest tightens against his clothes. 

"Do they... not approve of me?" She asks almost inaudibly. 

He was quick to deny the preposterous thought. 

"Don't listen to them. They do not matter, girlie." 

Childe feels her shift and he looks down at her. 

Golden pools decorated by the glittering of stars—of tears, he realizes, meet his abyssal depths. 

"Are you... are you going to leave me?" 

He brushes the hair out of her forehead and tucks the strays behind her ears before promptly brushing away the tears that cascaded from her eyes. 

"Never. You are mine, Lumine. As much as I am yours." 

Even the sweetest wine cannot compare to the smile that adorns her face after his declaration. She buries her head on his chest once more, arms crossing behind him, bestowing him with nothing else but warmth. 

Childe thinks for a second, that this moment is perhaps the best there is in the world. And he knows he is ruined for anything else.

It is impossible to feel anything akin to this feeling and he strongly believes that the desire to even experience it from others aside his princess does not exist anymore. 

--☆☆☆--

The sound of deliberate knocking at the door rouses the harbinger from his sleep. Childe growls in annoyance at whoever is behind that piece of wood as he untangles his limbs from the goddess laying beside him. 

He kisses the top of her head before deciding to rise and check who their visitor is. 

He stills when the one in front of his humble abode makes himself known. 

Zhongli, of course. 

"Mr. Zhongli, why the early visit?" 

The man only hums before crossing his arms, pinning him with a serious gaze. 

"May I come in, Childe?"

"Ah, of course." 

He lets him in and ushers the former archon to the couch. Upon sitting, the latter immediately scans his surroundings with vague concern in his eyes. 

"I must say, your house is surprisingly empty and devoid of life, Childe."

"What do you mean? I think it's pretty homey. Lumine designed it by herself when she first got here." 

A frown makes its way to the other man's lips. 

"Childe, can we talk?" 

He stiffens, tone changing into a defensive one. 

"We are talking, are we not?" He spats.

"Why don't you ask Lumine to come down here with us?" 

He summons one of his water blades. 

"Why exactly are you here, Zhongli?"

"Call Lumine, Childe." 

In a flash, the water blade comes in contact with the polearm that materialized in front of the visitor. 

"Why. Are. You. Here?" He asks, hostile in every way as he accents each word with a swing of his blade—all thankfully parried. 

"I need you to understand, Childe." Zhongli calls forth a jade shield that rattled even the sturdy walls of the other man's home. 

A water spear slams against the shield. 

"That Lumine..." 

Yet another side step, perfectly timed to avoid the beast cloaked in water suddenly crackling with electricity. 

"Stop it!" It yells. 

But Zhongli is not known for being gentle. The wrath of the rock and the harsh truth—both must be laid out for him to save the monster disguised as a man. 

"Is no longer with us." 

A beat passes.

"She's gone, Childe. And you must accept that fact."

"No!" 

And like that, the man surges forward with the fury enough to fuel wars. 

The walls crumble and the terrified shrieks of townsfolk in the immediate vicinity sound off but Childe could no longer care. 

Him and Lumine. The rest of the world does not matter. 

His mind goes blank with nothing but white hot anger, and he brandishes his weapon with renewed vigor. 

"Take it back." He quietly demands, voice distorted. 

Instead of complying, multiple stone steles rise up from the pavement, obscuring the two men from prying eyes. 

"Everyone grieves for her departure, I assure you. We are hurt as much as you are." A water blade makes contact with the archon's cheek and he winces as response, "but she chose to sacrifice herself for this world's peace and she will not be happy if she sees you rotting away to your demise, Childe."

"You—you don't know anything! Do not lie! Lumine..." A crack in his composition and Zhongli is quick to take advantage of it. 

All at once, like a puppet with strings cut off, Childe falls forward when Zhongli's polearm strikes down his chest. The accumulated hunger and fatigue from weeks of barely holding on to her memory suddenly come crashing down upon his person. 

Empty plates and sweet nothings. 

Cold bed and pristine kitchen. 

Unused scarf with the color of the skies and the clouds—like the view he's witnessing right now. 

Stare into the abyss, and it stares back at you—its remnants staying within, slowly consuming that which it latches on to. 

The abyss is no more—or so he believes. 

"Lumine... she promised me." he whispers into the wind. 

The rustling of cloth distracts him from his thoughts. 

"Do not lean too close to that edge, Childe. I beg you, not as your friend, but as Lumine's—please, do stay with us." 

Before his eyes closed, he heard the call from the deep dark abyss of the waters. 

The sea is calm. And he couldn't care less about the rest of the world. 

Him and Lumine, he thinks. Him and Lumine.

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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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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Shiro needs to STOP jumping off buildings. 

Jean: I just need you to stay calm, okay?

Diluc: I’m just going to stay angry. I find that relaxes me.

Venti: If I cut off my leg...

Venti: and swing it at your head,

Venti: Am I hitting or kicking you?

Lumine: You’ll probably mentally scar me more than anything.

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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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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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Kaeya: If you kill someone in a living room, can you still call it a living room?

Lumine: No, go to sleep

Kaeya: who delivers the mailman’s mail?

Lumine: I love you and all but please go to sleep.

Kaeya:

Lumine:

Kaeya: If a kid is bad and wants coal, what does Santa do?

Lumine: If I didn’t love you, I would kill you