#kaejean fanfic

[viatrixia]

Darling Jean

pairing: jean x kaeya ft. minor jean x diluc words: 2, 767 genre: angst, break up, new moon, alcohol, childhood friends warning: implied smut note: cross posted on ao3

It’s only natural that Jean Gunnhildr and Kaeya Alberich gradually grew closer over the years as they work together to maintain peace in Monstadt while also being each other’s close confidants as they drink their nights away and reminisce over their childhood-friend-turned-estranged-acquaintance.

Yet there are times when said childhood-friend-turned-estranged-acquaintance shows up unannounced in front of Jean’s home at 3 in the morning.

And she’s never truly mastered the art of turning Diluc Ragnvindr away, even if she knows she would be forcing Kaeya Alberich to take one step back from this—whatever this is.

“Those aren’t what I think they are, are they?” A familiar smooth, velvet voice drums in the Acting Grandmaster’s ears as a kiss lands on her exposed shoulder.

The words on the report splayed across her lap is starting to look a lot like a jumbled mess of black ink and parallel lines.

“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I should review Eula’s report on the new Fatui camp they’d found set up in Brightcrown Mountains.” Jean says, not looking up from the 3rd page of the report detailing the 3 Fatui Agents and their activities for the past couple of days.

Somehow, the answer isn’t a satisfactory one to a certain Calvary Captain and he makes it known by wrapping a strong arm around her waist and rests his chin on the spot where he kissed her shoulder.

His hair tickles the side of the blonde woman’s face and she tilts her head away, unable to put more than a few centimeters between them for the hand on her hip threatens to pull her closer to him, into his taut, naked chest in a—what Jean dupes as—Kaeya Alberich bear hug.

That would distract her from finishing reading the report. And Archons know this man’s mere presence—his mere musky scent, is distracting enough as it is.

So Jean stays put. She doesn’t react nor show any sort of indication that this innocent side-hug, and chin-on-shoulder attempt to read the report in her hands, is making her heart palpitate in her chest.

“You promised you’d stop working.” Kaeya echoes the vow Jean made a few hours prior.

“I’m not working, I’m reading.” 

“...reading something related to your work.” 

“Just a little more, I’m almost done.” She tries to convince him but anyone who knows Jean Gunnhildr, the Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius, knows that ‘a little more’ in Jean’s books means she can go on for six hours more, perched at her Sandbearer desk and focus on her work without a single break in between.

Well, even if she’s not at her office and sitting on the gifted cushioned chair by the Grandmaster Varka upon Jean’s appointment as the Acting Grandmaster, Kaeya doesn’t doubt that she’ll have no trouble focusing in this dimly lit room with only a lantern on her nightstand, naked and covered only from her waist down with a creme comforter.

So he sinks his teeth in the aforementioned renounced workaholic’s pale shoulder.

“Ah, hey! What are you, a vampire?” Jean jolts away in surprise rather than pain, the paper she was holding just a second ago now fluttering in the air and settling amongst the rest of the report in Jean’s lap whilst her hand covers the tingling spot where Kaeya left his mark.

“I could be, if you want me to. I can be anything you want me to, darling Jean.” Kaeya chuckles, no ounce of remorse in his voice as he meets Jean’s widened, disbelieved eyes.

And that’s when she truly looks at him tonight after she escaped his arms, lit up the lantern on her nightstand and pulled out the report from the top drawer of said nightstand.

It’s a mistake to look Kaeya Alberich in the eye. 

It’s almost like she’s sinking in a dormant lake in winter, the tips of her fingers numbing as though kissed by invisible frost and her heartbeat begins to quicken in a feeble attempt to keep the blood flowing through her veins, before the ice freezes her over.

It doesn’t help that the silver moon rays pours through the open curtains and gives his bronze skin a mystical type of sheen—the kind that makes her want to run her tongue all over his body and taste every part of him.

And perhaps he can read her thoughts like an open book; or perhaps he’s simply the kind of man to take advantage of her stunned state—either way, the papers on her lap begin dancing in the air before they flutter down and settle on the wooden floor whilst the person the report was meant for finds herself trapped underneath a fine, muscular body.

Kaeya has one hand pinned on the side of Jean’s head while his other hand is on her chin, forcing her to look at him, him, him.

“I’m saddened, Jean. You tricked me into thinking I have you all to myself tonight with the way you were screaming my name just hours ago and now I have to compete for your attention with Eula?” A grief-stricken expression graces Kaeya’s face.

There’s no hiding the dust of pink on Jean’s cheeks now. Yet there might be hope for her heart—she hopes, no, she prays that Kaeya doesn’t hear her thumping heart as though it’s about to leap out of her chest.

“Archons, please don’t say ‘scream’ and Eula’s name in the same sentence when the real issue is your inability to quell your jealousy over some layers of papers,” Jean plays it off with a sigh, arms banding around Kaeya’s rigid shoulders and pulling him into a soft, gentle kiss.

She feels the way Kaeya’s lips curl into a content smile before he kisses her back more fervently like a sinner who thirsts for salvation.

Salvation, only this force of a woman can give.

But then a knock reverberates on the door, a hushed, hesitant, “Um, miss Jean? There’s someone at the door for you.” following suit.

The blonde breaks the kiss with a surprised gasp, throwing her gaze over at the door as though fearing it’s turned translucent and the person on the other side could see the position they were in; Kaeya on top of her, naked with only a measly layer of comforter draped over his waist, threatening to cascade and reveal his pride and joy to the world and with Jean underneath him, equally as exposed and unclothed as the day she was born.

The way Kaeya’s lips curve into a smile goes unnoticed by Jean.

She can take on a group of churls on her own but shudder at the thought of someone catching them sharing an innocent kiss.

As innocent as kissing while tangled up in bed goes.

“Go.” Kaeya whispers, placing a reassuring kiss on Jean’s forehead before he climbs off her and settles back on his side of the bed.

The kiss seems to be the catalyst that snaps the Acting Grandmaster from her initial shock; in no time, she jumps out of the bed and pulls on the silken bathrobe lying lonely on the ground, aptly tying the sash around her waist but in her haste, Kaeya notices the ample view of cleavage that Jean wouldn’t have let show if she had the time to check herself in the mirror.

“Elena.” Jean opens up the wooden oak door to a brunette maid in her long nightgown, the lantern in her hand illuminating her indecipherable frown.

Her eyes instinctively travel past Jean’s shoulders where she feels a chilling gaze on her yet contrary to his calculative eye, the tanned man in Jean’s bed simply smiles and waves at the maid and she quickly turns her gaze back to Jean.

“Someone’s here for you, miss. I told him you’re not accepting any visitors until tomorrow morning but he insists he sees you… it’s… Master Diluc from the Dawn Winery.”

As soon as the name leaves Elena’s lips, a frost seems to spread in the air. The maid visibly shivers as chills run down her spine.

“Lead Master Diluc to the drawing room, Elana and prepare a light snack with warm tea.” Jean instructs and the dark haired woman bows before retreating down the darkened hallway with rushed strides.

Jean pushes the door close and stands there, as though frozen by the diminishing frost, her back on the man staring into space. Then, he sighs, tanned fingers combing through his midnight hair.

There’s shuffling in the background as he pulls his black pants and white undershirt that hangs loosely off his shoulders, not even bothering to secure the first three buttons and leaving ample room for prying eyes to lick up the sight of his exposed tanned chest.

“I’ll be on the balcony.” He says without so much as a brush of their hands or a forehead kiss that Jean knows Kaeya is infamous for.

But before he can slip past the door and disappear into the hallway leading to the balcony with a chair and table where they spent their afternoon tea together, Jean’s hand curls around Kaeya’s ring and pinky fingers—they’re twice the size of her own fingers and Jean admittedly loves how her hands fit into his, but not right now.

Right now, she’s clinging onto his fingers as though he’s about to slip away from her grasp.

“Let’s go together.” Jean implores.

Kaeya pauses, staring at her sky blue eyes that are clouded with an indecipherable meaning. 

Then, he smiles, hand pulling on the lapels of the silk robe to cover the curves of her breasts purely for his own satisfaction and he thinks the bashful way she turns her gaze from him when she realizes that her cleavage is showing a bit too much, is endearing.

“I don’t think Diluc would be as receptive to my welcoming him in a house that isn’t even mine.” He murmurs, kissing the top of her head

“It can be.”

Your house too, she means.

And convince him, she may try but no amount of pleading and begging can move the heart of this man that’s been frozen over the years after that night. She’s only barely managed to thaw it with their first, tipsy kiss and body warmth but only because she’s always held a special place in his heart and she’s the only person Kaeya’s ever opened up to.

Yet when it comes to his adoptive brother, Jean knows she can never tear down the fortress of ice built around the innermost part of this man’s heart.

��Don’t worry about me, I’ll be here when you’re done talking.” Kaeya plants a kiss on the top of her head but this one feels obligatory as though it’s the only way to get her to run to the blazing, fiery red-haired man waiting in the drawing room at this ungodly hour and not waste another minute more with him.

Because deep down, perhaps he knows it shouldn’t be him that embraces this steadfast, force of a woman; it shouldn’t be him tasting her lips; it shouldn’t be him sharing her warmth in her bed.

It should be Diluc Ragnvindr, the man Jean Gunnhildr has held close to her heart for almost a decade and would have continued to do so if Kaeya Alberich hadn’t ruined everything and stole the woman his brother cherished just as much.

Jean obliges, her grasp slipping away from him and she nods.

“Then… I’ll go to Diluc.” With that, she walks past the doorway, leaving Kaeya to stare into her retreating back until she disappears at the steps.

“Fuck.” Kaeya curses.

It feels like his heart is physically breaking.

Who in their right mind would send the woman they love back into the arms of the man who loves her just as much?

A resigned chuckle leaves Kaeya’s lips and he lightly bumps his forehead against the sturdy wooden doorway.

“You’ve gone mad, Kaeya Alberich.” He whispers to himself.

***

Jean reaches the deep brown door of the drawing room that would have appeared light colored in daylight. There’s a yellowish-orange light pouring through the gap between the door and the floor and spills over her indoor slippers once she stops in front of the door.

The only thing she hears on the other side of the room is the crackle of the fireplace. If she didn’t know that her childhood-friend-turned-estranged-acquaintance is in the drawing room, she would have waltzed right in and sat by the fireplace and continued reading that report Kaeya’s been bugging her not to.

But Jean knows who lies behind this door and she’s taken enough time to collect herself. So she pushes the door open, revealing a slumped mess of unruly fiery crimson hair on the two-person couch and a strong smell of alcohol—beer, to be exact and Diluc never drinks beer—even from several feet away.

The bread and jam Jean ordered Elena to prepare sits untouched on the coffee table next to the teacup. With a wave of her hand, she tells Elena who’s been standing like a mannequin in one corner of the room, to leave.

“Master Diluc.” Jean greets flatly.

The aforementioned man’s head snaps up as though he’s hearing the calling of an angel, a savior, as if he didn’t just walk all the way here barefoot to seek out this angel.

She spots the traces of dried tears on his cheeks, swollen eyes and the faintest sniffle when he shoots up from his seat, patting his sweaty hands on his deep crimson jacket. And for a man who’s never cried in front of anyone, Jean suspects that something must’ve happened to leave him this rattled.

But she doesn’t mention it—she knows he’d appreciate it if she didn’t.

“Jean.” The name that rolls off Diluc’s tongue feels foreign, surreal even.

His hurried steps carry him to her before his mind even registers it but before his hands manage to gather her in his arms, he stops, balling his hands into fists and forcing them to stay put on his sides.

Scarlet eyes bore into Jean’s sky blue ones with indecipherable emotions. 

“I heard you were looking for me, Master Diluc.” She steels her aching heart and pretends she doesn’t see the whirlwind of emotions beneath a scarlet pool of fires.

At the clear line she’s setting, Diluc throws his gaze to his worn out boots, picking apart every sign of tear and wear as though he’s just seeing them for the first time.

“Yeah… I was wondering if you’d need a sponsor for the Windblume Festival. We’ve extra barrels of wine stocked up for non-commercial purposes.” He looks up again, this time, managing to conceal most of his emotions with his stoic face.

And it comes off as a surprise to Jean, how different the Diluc now and the Diluc she first saw when she entered the room are. They’re like two separate people with completely contradictory air to them.

Yet she easily pushes away her shock with a business-like attitude the way she’s used to with Diluc when they met for anything Monstadt related matters in her office.

“You’ve already done so much for Mondstadt… I couldn’t possibly ask you to sponsor the drinks again for this year’s Windblume Festival.” Jean confesses her hesitance, her eyebrows knitting together in an endearing, overly-worried, over-thinking way that only Jean Gunnhildr manages to pull off.

The sight tucks on Diluc’s heartstrings. He wishes he could push back the stray strand of hair from her face but he simply watches it hover over her forehead.

“Jean, I want to do this. To honor Barbatos and his sacrifices.”

And when Diluc Ragnvindr sets his mind to something, there’s no dissuading him.

Jean finally lets out a defeated sigh and smiles an ‘Monstadt benefits from this more than you, but thank you, Diluc’ kind of smile.

“Sucrose and Albedo are in charge of reaching out to potential sponsors for the festival, I’ll let them know to contact you through Scullion.” Jean reaches out her hand and Diluc has half a mind to grab and pull her into him in a desperate hug.

But instead, he shakes her hand.

“No need to bother the butler, tell them to come straight to me.”

“But—”

Before she can protest, Diluc shakes his head and stops her from saying anything like him having done so much, that someone as important as him shouldn’t be made to look after the little details.

“It’s my pleasure to partake closely in the handling of wine for the festival.” He smiles, a genuine one that thanks her for not turning him away despite his unbecoming visit at three in the morning, reeking of cheap alcohol and a mind almost on the brink of destruction—which she’d woven back with her kind yet unwavering eyes.

And that’s how he knows though she holds him dear, they could never return to the way they used to be; that he’d long passed up his chance to be with her for his own selfish goals despite her relentless wait for him to return to the City of Pastorals.

***

Diluc steps out of the city house owned by the eldest daughter of the Gunnhildrs. The chilly dawn air bites on his tear-stained cheeks that’s long dried. He feels his body shiver even underneath a layer of thin silken shirt and his signature red jacket—no, rather, it’s unusually chilly.

And almost as though he feels the heat of a stare on the back of his head, Diluc cranes his neck to look at the source of where he feels the stare is coming from. Sure enough, he recognizes the silhouette of a midnight haired man with a scar that runs across his right eye, his other good eye glowing as bright as the lit cigar in his hand.

For the longest moment, time seems to stop and the two find themselves stuck in a stare down as though teleported to a ripple in time, a moment where the two stood against one another under the pouring rain, weapons in hand.

Diluc could still feel the handle of his claymore dig painfully into his palm and turn it coarse.

Yet now they face each other again and the rage and devastation he felt is no more. But he couldn’t go back to the way things were.

Things…

Things have changed.

“Kaeya?” The familiar, feminine voice calling for the dark skinned man is what makes him break their stare down.

He sets his cigar on the ashtray on the two-person table in the corner of the balcony, turning his back on the crimson haired man who now has his eyes on the lock of blonde that seems to shine golden underneath the moonlight.

And for the briefest moment, Diluc could see a flash of emotion he’d never seen Jean make before in his presence; a glint of warmth in those freeing sky blue eyes, like snuggling in front of the fireplace with a mug of chocolate milk and marshmallows.

Diluc wonders how many winters Jean and Kaeya have spent together.

“Jean, it’s cold out here, let’s go back inside.” Kaeya cautions, his voice gentle, unlike his witty, bantering self whenever he’s delivering a comeback to his equally sarcastic brother.

“I was wondering if you’re hungry, I could make us a light meal…” Jean’s soft, soothing voice fades away as she and Kaeya walk back into the triple storey house, closing the glass door behind them.

And Diluc finds himself surrounded by the echoing silence yet again. Like he always has been ever since his father died and he decided to roam the face of Teyvat for his vengeance, in exchange for his heart. He treads back to his home with the orange tinted skies and traces of sunrise in the horizon.

If reincarnation isn’t simply a man-made concept to ease the heart of a grieving lover, Diluc Ragnvindr swears to himself that he would never let Jean Gunnhildr slip out of his grasp a second time.

[leifyposting]

they said to write what you know so i immediately gave all my faves copious amounts of guilt

🍷 ragbros + kaejean

🍷 fluff and angst and fraught sibling conversations

🍷 T-rated for alcohol

🍷 3.3k words

[mommalosthermind]

So this happened:

Me: “I feel like I wrote Lisa kinda snotty in this passage, d’you think she could pull off snotty?”

Him: “Not really? If you want bitchy then you need Yae Miko, Lisa’s kinda normal unless you’re late with a book.”

Me: “…Lisa’s vaguely condescending though.”

Him: “Yeah, I can see that. Miko can be straight up mean but Lisa would be like, ‘Careful cutie, keep that up and I might forget your safeword,”

Which I can fucking hear, and it is thus completely not my fault that this immediately popped into my head:

(Lisa/Jean/Kaeya under the cut)

Teatime is meant to be sacred, you know. It’s a darling little ritual to break up the day. Peaceful, harmonious. If, lately, it’s also come with a delightful side of spending time with Jean, and occasionally Kaeya, well, that’s just two more reasons for teatime to be important, don’t you think?

Sometimes, though, not even the fear of Lisa’s wrath can keep Jean’s underlings from interrupting.

Lisa’s fingertips rub circles into her temples. In all honesty, she tuned out whatever crisis this is ages ago. Her tea’s lone gone. The other two cups, so carefully brewed, are cold. No one’s touched the assortment of sliced fruits, nor the biscuits.

It might be selfish of her, to be sad over such a silly thing, but really, is it? Jean works so hard. Lisa all but bullied her into routinely meeting up like this, and Kaeya’s no better. Yes, she’s sad about the loss of their quiet rest, the lack of time together, but at the heart of it, Lisa’s upset at how the rest of the world is intent on working them both into an early grave.

Varka’s in for an earful when he returns.

Half an hour. That’s all she’s trying to give them. Half an hour to breathe.

Instead, Kaeya paces the length of the rug, voice rising and falling in its most persuasive tones. Jean stands behind her chair, one hand curled over the back. Bruises are beginning to darken under her eyes. How much more lovely would she look, if she was simply allowed a full night’s sleep? How broad would those shoulders really be, if they weren’t coiled so tight with tension? For that matter, Lisa’s willing to bet Kaeya’s lip would swell so much sweeter if the teeth sinking into it weren’t so rife with worry.

Irritation spikes in Jean’s voice, calling Lisa back to the present. She purrs, “Careful cutie, keep that up and I might forget your safeword.”

They freeze. They always do. It’s adorable, really, how easy it is to trip them up like this.

Jean’s flush is a thing of beauty, much darker than Lisa can usually pull out with a single line.

Lisa tilts her head, and blinks.

Neither of them have moved. They’re simply… staring at one another.

Her brows bunch together. Hmm. Perhaps she’s overstepped.

All at once, Kaeya animates, a too-loud laugh filling the space between them all. He waves an extravagant hand in the air, ambling back to Jean’s side. “Be careful yourself,” he says, glancing from Jean’s red face to Lisa. “Lines that like are liable to lose you the soft domme reputation you’ve so pointedly cultivated.”

Lisa smiles, making sure to allow it to bloom slowly. She watches a lovely shiver work its way up Jean’s spine.

“What I’m hearing is you think I’d make a good domme,” she says, and allows her smile to curl into sultry as the edge of Kaeya’s lip tucks between his teeth.

Jean’s inhale is sharp.

Like the blustery thing he is, he opens his mouth as soon as he catches her looking. “Is that so? Do good dommes often ‘forget’ safewords?”

“Only with permission, darling. After all, it would be my job to take care of you, wouldn’t it? That includes giving you the punishments you want.”

Kaeya’s eye is blown wide enough to lose its star shape.

“Although, I do find myself far more interested in giving out praise over punishments. And I wouldn’t need to punish the two of you, now would I?”

“I feel,” Jean squeaks, stopping to clear her throat. “Oh my goodness,” her hands come up to pat at her still-burning cheeks.

Kaeya attempts what Lisa assumes is meant to be a laugh, but it comes out more like a rough breath.

“This is maybe not a work appropriate conversation,” Jean says, still squeaky, still red, still staring at Lisa like she’s never seen her before.

Lisa stands, and watches how they swallow in unison.

And then the door bangs open, Amber rushing in with another fistful of papers.

“You will not believe the amount of nonsense,” Amber exclaims, only to stop dead and stare at the three of them. “Um. Is everything okay here? Is this a bad time?”

Jean shakes herself, once, twice, and when she pulls her gorgeous eyes off Lisa for the first time in ages, Lisa finds that she’s had quite enough of that, thank you very much.

“It is, yes,” she says before Jean can dive right back into whatever inane thing needs her attention now. “Go ahead and drop that anywhere, and we’ll get back to you later, okay?”

Amber’s already nodding, her eyebrows pressed tightly together. “Yeah, yeah, okay, and I’ll tell Wyatt not to let anyone else in for now.”

The girl’s gone in the same rush she arrived, door thunking closed behind her. As an added precaution, Lisa activates her personal wards, watching both doors glow a faint purple.

“Did I know you could do that?” Kaeya asks mildly.

Jean’s already moving to collect the papers Amber left behind.

Lisa tuts. “Jeanie, sit.”

Jean sits.

Jean sits, and then an absolutely baffled expression takes over her pretty face. That flush is back in full force.

“Good girl,” Lisa says, leaning one hip on the table across from her.

Oh.

That flush goes so dark Lisa’s a little worried the poor thing’s gone dizzy.

Goodness, if this keeps up, Lisa is going to be the dizzy one.

“And I believe that’s my cue,” Kaeya chirps, easing around where Jean’s still gaping up at Lisa. “Mind undoing the door long enough to let me out?”

“I’m afraid I do mind. Your turn, sweetie. Sit down for me.”

“Aha,” Kaeya says, but his feet stop moving.

“Jeanie baby?”

Jean slings one arm out, tugging Kaeya in until he sits across her lap, held in place with her arms around his hips.

That one blue eye slides from Jean to Lisa and back again, as though he can’t decide where he should be looking.

“So good for me,” Lisa says again, delighting in the way the two of them melt into each other. “Aren’t you two just the prettiest little kittens I’ve ever seen.”

She sits back down, leaves them to press into each other, lets them keep their eyes on her as she starts preparing them all new cups of tea. When she looks up, Kaeya’s slouched down to cuddle into Jean’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around her middle. All three of those gorgeous eyes are fixed on her, exactly where she likes them best.

“Now then. I think we have some new things to discuss, and you two darlings have some safewords to pick out.” She winks, and relishes the way two sets of teeth sink into lower lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t forget them unless you want me to.”

[chrysoula]

(song title here)

(set during Diluc's absence)

Jean stood on the threshold, looking into Kaeya’s bedroom. Kaeya was slumped on the floor beside his bed, one arm on the mattress pillowing his head, while the other stopped a bottle from falling over.  Other bottles were scattered all over the room. His eyes appeared closed, but as the glow in the scarlet Vision also flickered, Jean recognized his own tremor. Her stomach clenched. She felt sick with helplessness. She couldn’t help Diluc then and she couldn’t help Kaeya now. Nothing she said reached him when he was like this,  not really. It was starting to feel like all she could do was be there for him when the Vision finally went out for good.

Words were meaningless, so instead she entered the room, picking up several bottles on her way to Kaeya’s side, testing them each. Then she sat down beside the bed as well, leaning on his warm back and looking up at their Vision-cast shadow on the ceiling.

He finally stirred, muttered, “Jean? What are you—”

“His Vision is so bright, even now. Still so much brighter than mine.”

Their shadows flickered as the Vision did. Kaeya mumbled, “It gets brighter when he’s fighting for his life.”

Jean had nothing to say to this, so she just leaned harder against him, as if she could support the weight of his pain with just her shoulder.

As if hypnotized, he whispered, “I know how far away he is, but I can’t look away. How can I look away when he’s fighting for his life?” His shoulder shifted as he brushed the Vision with his fingers.

She tried to look at him from over her shoulder, fell over gracelessly, and then scooted around and rose on her knees in front of him, angling until his head was in her shadow. “I’m right here, Kaeya. Look at me instead.”

Slowly, he raised his head, his bleary eye meeting hers. She put her hands on his shoulders gently, meeting his gaze steadily. His hand moved from the Vision to just brush her hip, before he sat up properly. Suddenly their faces were very near each other.

Jean slid her arms around his back, pulling him closer for a proper hug. His arms wrapped around her loosely, his cheek pressing against her hair. 

“I miss him,” she said, muffled in his shoulder. “I miss him too. And sometimes… when I’m tired… I wonder how he could have left us like that, and then… I remember my own failures.”

His breath stirred her hair. “Jean, Jeanie, Jean, no…”

She relaxed the hug, lifting her head to meet his gaze again. Only centimeters separated them, and she could suddenly feel the electric pull of the hunger she’d never before admitted to herself.

Oh, she thought. It was the wine; the situation; her pain and his; it was a taut, heated body pressing against hers in her bedtime clothes; but it was also the way he’d helped her with her paperwork the week before and then teasingly rewarded her with a novel; and the way he’d managed those Treasure Hoarders perfectly; and that he was there with her, even now. It was all of that, but mostly it was just…

Oh.

“Hi,” he breathed.

“Hi,” she returned, and then her lips touched his. 

[lunannex]

like a star without a name

| Fandom: Genshin Impact | Rated: T | Word Count: 3.6k |

"Now, just where would we be without you?" Kaeya mutters, far more softly than she was expecting. "How can I ever repay my debt to you when you keep doing these things, Jean?"

"You owe me nothing, Kaeya." Jean says just as softly, with all the earnestness and conviction she can pour into that single sentence.

Read on AO3

[littlestfallenangel]

Have A Little Faith - A Jean Gunnhildr and Kaeya Alberich fanfic

My contribution for Day 1 of KaeJean Week: Faith/Fealty

Rated Teen for vague references to sexual assault.

[despicablycharming]

KaeJean Angst Masterlist…

Constructed by yours truly because this ship is so underrated and I’ve already read all the good and bad ones out on AO3 (which is the only platform I found more than 2 sucky fics on) I just had to list out all the good ones.

These aren’t ordered in any specific order.

And yes, all of these are angst fics in some way or another. I will put together a fluff one in the future. Angst first because angst is the best!

Also, unless otherwise specified, they do not exceed 5 chapters.

1. Fur Mondstadt, immerdar

Description: 5 times Kaeya looks at Jean when it matters and one time he says something that does.

Warnings: Major Character Death

Comments: In my opinion, 5+1s are one of the most interesting formats of fanfics out there. Unfortunately, this is the only one I found for KaeJean. Fortunately, it is wonderfully written. Super angsty as it dwells on Kaeya’s past, but also with just enough fluff layered underneath to make the pain bittersweet.

2. and i only had you (yet you left me behind)

Description: Perhaps Jean should’ve pressed Kaeya for more answers about his past. Yet time was against them from the beginning.

Warnings: None

Comments: This is literally Kaeya with his secret keeping, and poor Jean dealing with heartbreak. The reason why I chose to bookmark this specific one out of all of the fics with a similar theme was because of the excellent world-building. It doesn’t start off with the scene where he leaves, and I enjoyed that quite a lot.

3. Where Your Loyalties Lie

Description: The summer sun is setting. Dandelion seeds chase the wind. It reminds me of how I follow you. I am yours, and you are mine. Until the end of time.

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Jean and Kaeya have a heart-to-heart about their relationship. In this timeline, Kaeya has already told Jean about his origins.

Warnings: None

Comments: Very short and sweet. Light angst for sure, but Kaeya needed the reassurance.

4. if you ever change your mind…

Description: Kaeya didn’t quite remember when these feelings started, or why they began. It was a sudden onslaught of affection he wasn’t remotely familiar with; any romantic experience he’d had prior was purely physical—and while both parties were drunk. But Jean was… different. He’d do anything for her, his loyalty knew no bounds... and it had never been because of her status in the Knightly hierarchy.

Warnings: None

Comments: Toothrottingly sweet at first, and then I was filling buckets with tears.

5. A Vision in the Rain

Description: Moments after his fight with Diluc, a vision in hand, Kaeya ran into the storm never to return to his home. Only one person was able to bring Kaeya back to Mondstadt that night.

Warnings: None

Comments: Kaeya gets reminded that he’s not alone, and anything that does that…I LOVE! Also…I cried.

6. Berries and Cream

Description: After a dangerous mission, Jean wakes up in a familiar room.

Warnings: None

Comments: This is the rare sickfic involving Kaeya where Kaeya isn’t the one who’s sick LOL. Ok, but, can I just say how much I adore Dom Kaejean?

7. Dandelion, Dandelion

Description: Khaenri'ah's godless, and Kaeya's never been one to bend a knee. There is, however, one person to whom he bends his knee.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Comments: Is it really possible to have a Kaeya fic that doesn’t involve Khaenri’ah? I don’t think so. Not complaining though. Also, the angst is light till the end, and it doesn’t get too bad.

8. Vision

Description: Where gods protection can't reach, the abyss opens it's arms.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Comments: In which an extremely fascinating twist for Kaeya is involved. And duh, he’s cursed, K?

9. An Open Hand

Description: In the wake of the tragedy that tore his family apart, Jean offers Kaeya her hand in marriage to keep him safe and in the Knights. But the fate of the Ragnvindrs is only one of the troubles besetting Mondstadt. As Kaeya and Jean dig into Diluc's loss and other suspicious events, they find themselves trying to unwind a conspiracy that may test their fragile new family to its limits.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Comments: Thrilling investigation following Crepus’ death and Diluc’s leave involving Jean and Kaeya! It’s a definite slow burn, and their relationship is purely platonic for the most part of the story. However, you can definitely tell that they are growing into love. I wish I can see Diluc’s reaction LOL. Also, this is a long-fic.

10. Unexpected Turbulance

Description: Jean and Kaeya are an average capital city couple: a promising young senator already making her mark on the political scene and a notorious fixer who seems capable of the impossible. And as an average capital couple they face the no worse than the usual problems, things like making time for one another and avoiding the press. Their lives are complicated but good, and, for the most part, stable. That is until an enemy from the past resurfaces unexpectedly and seems poised to wreck havoc on Jean's career. Now the two must figure out how to weather the political storm together. Both are determined to succeed with both of their careers in tact, but will determination be enough? Or was their "average" life always too good to last.

Warnings: None

Comments: Another wonderful investigative case set in a Modern AU. The characterization is spot on, and the author was able to nail Kaeya’s brain mechanism, which is something I found lacking in almost every other investigation case involving Kaeya. This fic is not nearly as angst as some of the other ones on this list, but there are moments. And…well, Kaeya’s visibly struggling throughout. It is my absolute favourite out of everything on this list. Also a long-fic. But not too long and totally worth the time.

[celisea]

I was wondering if you had any good kaejean fanfics? I love their relationship and was looking for recommendations! I was also wondering with your whole Kaeya and Diluc angsty brothers thing if you had any fanfics like that? Have a good day!

sadly I don't really have any explicit kaejean fic recs ALKSDJ or like very angsty fics, but here are some of my favorite fics

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27144008/chapters/66288290 <- Poisoned Dreams, its v good its about Diluc getting poisoned and getting nightmares and kaeya has to help him find the culprit hehehehe its v nice.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27353242/chapters/66836203 <- this one is ongoing, about kaeya's time at dawn winery before crepus's death, its REALLY good

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29886111 LUFTMENSCH is about kaeya and jeans first meeting and it has a sequel called visionaries!! its short and v nice i lov it sm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28819914 <- trouble seeking is a one shot about kaeya and diluc as lil kids getting lost in wolvendom its really funny and nice i lov it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27987951/chapters/68552733 <- this one is abt diluc and kaeya resolving a kidnaping case and going to liyue to save the person, its really nice!!

hope u like those fics!!