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This is what genocide looks like. These are the 2913 Palestinian children killed by the Israeli military this month, as of Thursday, October 26. As the Israeli airstrikes on Gaza intensify, we recognize with horror and grief that this death toll is already inaccurate.

Via jewishvoiceforpeace

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Don't stop talking about them. We need to be their voice.

Inspired by the amazing poem by dana

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COVER ME IN SUNSHINE.

Ways in which your kid calls his dad. Will he get to hear a ‘papa’?

ft. Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Neuvillette x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff. Reader is referred to as ‘mama’, you and the character have a child. They’re all girl dads.

a birthday present for my dearest @bunny-rambles 🩵 i’m wishing you the best day today and always, hun ! ilysm, thank you for always being by my side. I hope we can celebrate many many more birthdays together, mwah <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ note: about this fic… i struggled quite a little with it, and i’m sorry it’s not my best piece… this was a totally new concept to write for me, but i still hope you can enjoy, bunbun, dear ♡

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✧ SCARAMOUCHE

Wide indigo orbs meet his furrowed gaze.

Scaramouche is not amused.

Or at least that’s what he wants whoever sees him right now to believe. Namely, you.

Tiny hands cup the Wanderer’s cheeks, big eyes, so similar to his, staring up at him in wonder. The little girl in his arms squeezes his face, a pout forming on her father’s lips. Giggles erupt from her smiling lips, the corners of Scaramouche’s mouth unconsciously tilting upwards.

“You’re amused, huh?” Your husband asks, rocking the baby in his hold. She stares at him, her little arms flailing upward, giggling happily.

“Moochie!” She babbles, trying to stand on the wanderer’s knees, her hands reaching for his hat.

“Hey, hey, now!” Kunikuzushi pouts, securing his hat. “That is not a toy and I’m not Moochie…”

“Moochie!” His daughter repeats, poking his cheek.

He sighs.

“Not Moochie…” Scaramouche’s ears take on a rather rosy tone, especially when your giggles are not exactly inconspicuous, your attempt at keeping hidden just outside the living room, obviously half-assed.

“Pa-pa. Not Moochie.” He repeats, bopping his little one’s nose. “And here, play with this.” He offers, handing his baby a doll curiously identical to himself.

Your eyes soften from your spot when you observe the fond smile on your lover’s face. He might feign annoyance, but when it came to your baby, all the facade was scattered to the winds. Storm clouds and lightning seemed so far away when he was surrounded by the blue skies and birdsong that dawned with your daughter’s hand grabbing his finger.

“Pa..” The little one begins, lifting the doll, as if indicating that it indeed represents her father.

“Pa…” Your wanderer prompts, as he points to the cloth mini version of himself.

Then, the girl’s eyes focus somewhere beyond her dad, tiny hands wiggling and waving, the plush doll still in her grasp.

“Mama!” She exclaims, making to reach for you, trying to climb over the sofa’s backrest, where it not for your partner’s protective hold.

Finally stepping out from your hideout, you walk towards them.

Familiar warm arms wrap around the no longer broken puppet, as your precious baby rests between your two heartbeats. Yours, steady, undeniably human. His, bloomed anew, thanks to you; with a newfound tune, sweeter, gentler, thanks to his little one.

Scaramouche closes his eyes, lashes of now starlit midnights resting on his perfect cheekbones. His head leans on your shoulder, your lips feather-light on his dusky hair, as your hands gently lift his hat a bit.

Your girl grabs one of her father’s fingers once more, the handmade mini wanderer kept close to her chest.

Yes, storms were definitely over for days to come.

✧ ALBEDO

A tug on the leg of his pants and familiar unintelligible noises pull the alchemist out of his task.

Albedo’s features soften when he spots the cause of his distraction.

Putting the notebook he was currently scribbling on aside, he crouches down.

“And who do we have here?” The chalk prince asks, smoothing the golden locks on his baby’s small head.

“Mama?” She replies, her tiny hand pulling on her dad’s clothes.

The gesture is followed by one of Albedo’s gentle chuckles, eyes like northern stars on clear nights bright at the sight of his daughter.

“Mama’s not here now, little princess.” He explains, as he picks the baby up. “They will get home soon, though.” Your child stares at him as if unsatisfied with the answer, head slightly tilted to the side. “How about we have some fun in the meantime?”

Giggles that always reminded Albedo of sunshine days at dragonspine are the answer that follows.

Taking his little one’s two hands in his, the chief alchemist helps his daughter take a few trembling steps, the baby happily padding on the wooden floor.

“There we go, princess!” Your lover chuckles, sitting the girl securely on the beige couch. Teal eyes flecked in emerald follow your partner’s movements, as he rummages through your living room’s drawers.

A few seconds later, more incomprehensible joyful babbles follow, when he sits by your daughter’s side, his hands expertely setting the supplies he retrieved on the low table. She stares at him intently, her gaze drawn to the vibrant crayons cluttering the tabletop’s surface.

“What should we draw today, my princess?” Are Albedo’s words, as he hands his child a light blue pencil, its tip dulled so she can’t hurt herself.

“Snow!” She exclaims, her tiny feet kicking back and forth in excitement, eliciting chuckles from her dad.

“You want to paint snow, my little cecilia?” He asks, combing through her blonde strands. “Alright, how about we paint you, mama and papa building a snowman?”

“Yay!” Your baby reaches for the blank paper, wonder and excitement written all over her rounded features, her tongue sticking out the corner of her small mouth. She always loved to draw and paint, especially when it was with Albedo. And even if her pictures often ended up turning out as just criss-crossing lines or messy splotches, you and your husband always kept every single one of them, displayed as priceless masterpieces on the fridge’s door, the living room walls or your study.

After a few minutes of focused work, three figures start taking form over a background of messily drawn blue snowflakes.

“Look, dearie.” Albedo calls. “Who are these?”

His girl looks up at him, a huge smile on her face as she bites the pencil.

“Mama! Me! And Papa!” She answers proudly, pointing at each of the figures.

Albedo’s eyes widen, gilded sparks reflected in the cloudless skies of his irises at his daughter’s words.

Those last two syllables.

His own pencil falls out of his grasp, clattering to the carpeted floor. In this moment, nothing else exists, save for the jingling echo of his daughter’s angelic tone.

“Papa?” She asks, tugging on his sleeve.

Albedo picks the little girl up, rising her as she laughs, unaware.

“Can you say it again, little princess? ‘Papa’.”

“Papa! Papa!” Giggles leave her throat.

Softly, Albedo places a kiss on her kid’s forehead, hugging her as the both of them lay down on the sofa.

When you got home, silence greets you, broken only by even breaths. Smiling to yourself, you brush a kiss against your husband’s and your daughter’s hair, a new painting adorning the walls after you gently throw a blanket over the sleeping figures of your two treasures.

✧ XIAO

“Do you want to hold her, Xiao? She’s been looking at you for a while.” You chuckle, your gaze softened when it sets upon your yaksha.

Golden eyes, not unlike the child’s currently on your arms, shadow in fear and shame for a moment.

What if he hurts the baby? What if his karma taints her somehow? What if-

“Xiao.” Your hand finds his gloved one, centuries of bloodshed written in the concealed scars. “She’ll be okay.” You reassure, a gentle squeeze, as your fingers slot between his.

The adeptus glances in his daughter’s direction, her round amber eyes curiously observing him.

Your husband’s jaw sets, his lips drawn in a taut line. If someone were to look at him now, they may think he’s sulking, the furrow of his brow apparently an indication to steer clear.

You, however, know better.

“Here, I’m with you, love.” You softly utter, placing your daughter in her father’s arms.

The baby stares up at her dad in awe, her little hands fiddling with the necklace he always wears.

She’s so small… such a pure and precious being… will she be safe with him?

Just as these thoughts plague his mind, the girl curls up in his embrace, nuzzling against his toned torso.

“See? She adores you, Xiao…” You tell him, knuckles brushing against your baby’s soft full cheek. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” She turns around, a smile drawing on her lips, as she buries herself further into Xiao, whose cheeks have gone as red as the carmine lining his eyes.

“H-hello, little qingxin…” Xiao greets her, awkwardly rubbing her back.

In response, his baby tilts her head slightly backwards, the molten suns in her stare illuminating her father’s rusted gold gaze.

“Papa!” She goes, a little clumsy, it sounding more like ‘dada’.

The vigilant yaksha’s eyes widen, his heart feeling like a million bright lanterns floating towards a starry sky.

“Xiao! She said ‘papa’! See? She loves you!” You excitedly chant, hugging your husband’s waist, as you pepper kisses all over his face. “You are her first word, dear, our baby adores her dad so much. I knew she would!” A smile tugs at your lips, lids fluttering closed as you rest your cheek on Xiao’s shoulder.

His hands hover around his daughter, his hold on her delicate, as if she was a newly bloomed flower whose petals could vanish if the wind blew too strongly.

“Papa…” The girl repeats, her chubby cheek squished against’s Xiao’s form. Her eyes are droopy, a little yawn escaping her as she settles more comfortably in her father’s embrace.

Your adeptus heaves out a sigh of relief, the warmth of a familiar fireplace swarming all around him, as if candid candle flames were running through his veins when the soft snores of his daughter reach his ears.

The conqueror of demons’ mask would be shed for tonight.

✧ CHILDE

Small hands are glued to the window’s glass panes, a pair of bright blue eyes staring awestruck at the image currently taking place in your garden.

Flashes of crystalline cyan flit across the air as Childe wields his double blades, merging them into a spear, his muscles taut at the effort.

The little girl’s tiny hands curl into fists, as she leans forward in anticipation, marine gaze following her father’s movements.

He reminds her of the illustrations she’s seen in the picture books Teucer has shown her before.

She must get closer.

Looking over her shoulder, your daughter makes sure you’re busy with something in the kitchen.

Her plan can be put into action now.

Crawling towards the door on all fours, she realizes she’s nowhere near tall enough to reach the handle.

Oh, but she takes after you, and will not be deterred by something like this.

Silently, the baby makes her way towards the dog you took in. He’s big and fluffy and very peaceful, often keeping company to the little girl. With a gentle pat to his side, she looks up at him with those big blue eyes and, despite his instinct to keep her safe, the puppy obliges to her demand.

Folding his paws, the animal lowers himself to the ground, allowing your daugher to climb. A vivid spark flashes through her ocean eyes, tiny hands securing on her companion’s fur.

And just as she was about to reach the door opening to the garden, a familiar voice that’s lulled her to sleep many a night stops her in her tracks.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, little lady.” You stand a couple feet away from her, hands on your hips, your concern masked with masterfully feigned anger.

Your baby stares up at you, that oceanic gaze puppy-like, much like her father did when you were mad at him.

“Mama…” She mumbles, her little hands signaling to where Childe is training outside, sounds you can’t understand leaving her pouty lips.

You sigh, kneeling to pick her up, rubbing your dog’s chin gently.

“So you want to see papa training, don’t you, little troublemaker?” You prompt, smiling as you tickle her belly. She giggles, wiggling her legs in your hold. “Alright, just this once, and because he’s almost finished with his routine.” You warn, softly pinching her cheek.

Once outside, you both stare at the harbinger, you, with heating cheeks; your daughter, in admiration and wonder.

Then:

“Papa!” She calls, energetically waving to her father, as you have to struggle so she doesn’t fall out of your grasp.

Suddenly, Ajax’s hydro blades vanish, a rare glow present in the eyes that are so like his daughter’s. A wide grin spreads across his sun-kissed features, arms opening as he runs towards you and his baby.

“Papa! Papa!” His daughter repeats, as your husband hugs the both of you.

No matter how cold Snezhnaya’s blizzards blew, Ajax would always have his personal patch of sunshine in you two.

✧ KAEYA

Calla lilies surround the scene, their russet-hued petals aglow in the blue shimmer of the statue of the seven standing amidst the lake.

Dusk approaches, the sky still dyed in shades of tangerine and cherry blossom, the sun, a glimmering halo right above the horizon.

Over frondous grass spotted in sun and shadow, a blanket lies, its baby blue pattern fading into the multiple colors of the snacks scattered above it: portions of cake you baked the afternoon prior; sandwitches carefully cut in triangle shapes; handpicked apples and sunsettias, cut and placed into plates by your lover.

But perhaps the most vivid color of them all was that of the couple sitting atop it.

A couple and their daughter.

“You really liked this pie, didn’t you, little lily?” Kaeya coos at his baby, her chubby cheeks littered with crumbs of the soft cake she’s been devouring all afternoon. Two pairs of ice blue eyes meet each other beneath the setting sun, the girl’s giggles eliciting a chuckle from her father’s lips as he carefully wipes her face. “Mama will be mad if you stain your dress, little princess.” The cavalry captain points out, in mock scolding.

His reprimand is met with a bashful smile and his kid cuddling into him, her tiny hands clutching his clothes.

“Kaeya, don’t tease her!” You swat at his arm playfully, soft laughter leaving the both of you as your husband smooths over your girl’s hair, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“Don’t pay any mind to papa, now.” You reassure her, tenderly brushing over her chubby hands. “He’s a little silly sometimes.”

The girl looks up at you, those iceberg toned eyes wide in wonder at the world that she still has to discover around her.

You ruffle her hair, as she turns around in Kaeya’s embrace, settling on top of his legs, staring up at him.

“Papa!” She announces, taking ahold of Kaeya’s long braid, playing with it. “Papa… prince!” She points out, as she grabs one of the dolls she brought: a boy wearing a crown.

With a knowing grin, you shift closer to your lover, leaning against his side.

“Yes, little sweetheart, you’re right, papa is a prince.” Kaeya’s hand locks with yours over his shoulder, fingers laced together, the warmth of his touch so paradoxical, given the freeze he commands.

“And that is why you’re our little princess.” The knight tells your baby, as he places a stray calla lily on her hair.

“Princess!” She happily babbles, rising her arms.

Instances like this… they truly stoked gentle flames around the captain’s heart, oftentimes concealed behind apparently crystalline walls of frost. As long as he had the two of you, at least during brief moments like this, there would be no need for practiced facades.

Across the distant horizon, even dusk seemed to delay, allowing a few more seconds of luminous skies for the family sitting below it, a flickering smile crossing the anemo archon’s face of stone.

✧ NEUVILLETTE

Slate skies expand above him, his opal eyes restless oceans in the tears they contain, painted lashes dripping in midnight droplets.

Rainbow roses seem to weep too, their petals downcast, the sunrise shades of their blossoms muted in the downpour.

Neuvillette stands alone, the garden of your shared home melancholy; the trees too bare, the grass ashen, the flowers wilting.

Save for the pitter-patter of rusted silver droplets, silence reigns the scene.

The hydro dragon’s mood had a tendency to be mirrored in the heavens over Fontaine, after all.

Sighing, the Chief Justice takes a sit by a bush of lumidouce bells. Fitting, for someone whose shoulders slump not unlike the petals of the periwinkle hued blooms.

“Neuvi, love.” A familiar voice calls him, gently. “What are you doing out there in this weather, dear?”

Long argent locks of hair shift, like seafoam by moonlight, when he turns around, water, from the rain, or his tears, or both, running down his cheeks.

“Someone has come to see you, my love.” You softly utter, beckoning your husband towards the porch, the impending cacophony of his racing mind and falling downpour partially silencing.

Neuvillette’s features warm up a bit the moment he realizes who you’re talking about.

A little girl placidly rests between your arms, eyes of crystalline dusk looking up at her father. Unlike his, hers are rounded, lacking the dark circles frequently etched under your lover’s.

“Look who’s here, little rainbow.” You coo at your daughter, who tries chasing after your wiggling fingers, right as you playfully poke her belly. “Papa is here, do you perhaps want to play with him?”

The baby looks at you, one of her tiny fists on her mouth, as her eyes crinkle up in crescents. Then, she turns towards her dad, arms reaching out.

“Papa! Papa!” She laughs, inclining her flexible small torso towards him.

Neuvillette’s gaze widens, placing his hands around his little girl, protectively cradling her in his embrace.

“Papa is here, sunshine.” Your lover assures her, as he leans down to kiss her nose.

In the distance, a familiar arch shoots across the heavens, the violet of goodbyes and separations shifting into rosy affection.

Golden replaces dull steel, flecks of it dotting the grass, remnants of rain clinging like emeralds to the verdant stems.

The sun is out. The hydro dragon cries no more.

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Furina: Neuvillette.

Neuvillette: *sigh* Y/N once called me that...

Furina: Because it's your fucking name!

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WHO FELL FIRST, WHO FELL HARDER ?

— [warnings]. not proofread (yet..)

— characters . . . kaeya, diluc, xiao, baizhu, ningguang, yelan, kazuha, wanderer, ayaka, ayato, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, dehya, lyney, navia.

— notes . . just a silly lil thing bc i don’t remember the last time i wrote something…i’ve not been feeling the greatest but hey, happy fontaine <3

A. KAEYA — 凯亚

♡ you fell first, he fell harder

it’s hardly possible to not fall for the calvary captain’s overdramatic charms yet, personally, you never had a problem with it before; when a person who’s naturally charismatic and romantic uses honey-dipped words to woo you, you were a bit on guard for the sake of your own fragile heart... so how did you manage to find yourself in this predicament..? honestly, you couldn’t believe yourself: his tantalising touch; captivating grin and glance; bewitching sentence he uttered, made your heart beat into your ears, deafening the adamant flags of warning.

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kaeya groaned into the cooled table of the tavern, hands gripping at his hair gently, his head intoxicated not with alcohol but with images of you. diluc rolls his eyes and squeezes them shut in annoyance before cleaning kaeya’s seventh glass of the night.

“what is it now.” ironically stern and cold, but kaeya knew that such words carried a great

amount of worry when coming from diluc. he lifted his head as his arms snaked under to support his chin

he let out a dramatic sniffle, “they are so gorgeous … and lo-hic-vely.. they gave me such a hic gentle smile today.. and do you wanna know what’s even hic better my fav-hic-ourite sweet brother?” he looked at him expectantly, diluc couldn’t help but cringe as he groaned and nodded his head begrudgingly.

“our hands brushed against hic each-other..” he puts his face back down into his arms, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks as he recalls your earlier scenario, the way your hands slowly made accidental contact still sent him electrifying shivers down his spine.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

♡ he fell first, he fell harder

diluc sat static with his hands in his hair, not wanting to believe that the pounding in his heart was real; instead of the tingling feeling of anticipation and adrenaline coursing through his veins, he felt a fuzzy and almost dizzying feeling squeezing his heart.

he is no idiot, albeit perhaps a teeny bit clueless when it comes to romance, but he knew that what he was feeling was certainly love. he feels so stupid that he’d allow your smile, laugh, demeanour, your kind nature… everything, to control the way his heartstrings play.

however… he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“diluc~!” your singsong voice echoed through the vibrant streets of the festive mondstadt. your arms reached around his torso to give him a tight hug.

“good evening, [name]. it’s nice seeing you again.” he accepted your hug with a bashful smile.

“look what i got you !” you pulled back with a smile of your own, holding up a lovely bouquet that withheld a gorgeous almost rainbow array of fresh flowers. “happy windblume festival, diluc~”

diluc’s heart had never accelerated to such a rate until hearing your words, and your smile as well? he might as well get a cardiac arrest. if it weren’t for his well-respected reputation around mondstadt, you could probably be able to audibly hear people cooing at diluc’s flustered expression as he silently took the bouquet, replying with a meek “thank you.”

when a man who already speaks so few words becomes speechless, it begs the question; how exactly was he gonna confess to you now?

BAIZHU — 白术

♡ you fell first, you fell harder

having a crush on a pharmacist, a doctor no less, almost sounds like a cliche certain inappropriate genre trope which made the guilt for your silly lil’ crush rather unbearable; but a heart wants what it wants.

which is how you found yourself on the stairs of bubu pharmacy, each step leaving a little quake in your heart. baizhu was speaking to a client, placing a paper in their hand which probably contained some sort of ingredients or instructions, you were too busy adoring how gorgeous he looked in the shade to even think properly.

he waved the client goodbye, his attention trailing to you as a gentle smile graced his face. “good morning, [name]. feeling sick, or are you just here to see me again?” he chuckles, did he see right through you..? “i’m kidding, come in, qiqi has been talking about you a lot recently.”

it took a lot out of you to not reply with “sure, so long as i get to hang out with you for the rest of the day.”

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“please sit up, [name].” you sit yourself up reluctantly, the ache in your head pounding your brain so relentlessly. baizhu poured medicine into a dish and put it towards your lips. your face displayed nothing but grimace as you swallowed the bittersweet liquid.

he laughed at your distorted expression, giving you a comforting look, “just for you i tried my best to make it at least a bit more bearable, taste-wise.” a dizzying feeling bloomed in your chest, the corners of your mouth rising gently. “thank you zhuzhu.”

he replies to you courtly, lovingly placing a hand on your forehead to recheck your temperature, “well, you take care of me all the time it’s only fitting that i return the favour.”

“do all doctors personally visit their patients and cook for them?” you chuckle, leaning into his feather-light touch subconsciously.

“no, but you’re special to me.” such a quick and lacking in hesitance reply.. does he know what he’s doing to your poor heart?

XIAO — 魈

♡ he fell first, he fell harder

xiao is anything but superficial, he doesn’t take things at face value nor is he shallow but your beauty certainly caught him off guard.

of course, “beauty” for him didn’t ultimately consist of only your physical appearance, though that did make his breath hitch and heartbeat fasten at just the mere glimpse of you but, he found beauty in things that you probably didn’t even notice about yourself.

every excuse he could muster he’d use to lie to himself about why he kept gazing at you so lovingly. ‘you’re speaking right now, it’s only natural’ was a very classic example, one that could be quickly debunked if one were to see just how attentively he was staring at you, even sometimes glaring at people who spoke over you.

he didn’t realise it then, but to everyone else one thing was clear; the lil’ adeptus, zhongli’s favourite child, was in love.

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he knew something was wrong when he consistently yearned to hear your voice call his name. he awkwardly paced around wangshu inn with the moonlight caressing him so gently that it almost reminded him of you.

a deep sigh escaped his lips as he dismays his pathetic longing. he’s been around long enough to comprehend the fact that he misses you, but what made that worse was the fact he saw you only a few hours ago.

when his ears caught wind of the sounds of footsteps, he couldn’t deny the sudden feeling of adrenaline that pumped through his veins as he could only hope they belonged to you. but when the voice calling out to him was verr goldet, he could only feel disappointed; much to the lovely lady’s dismay as she was left to ponder over what could’ve ruined the poor yaksha’s mood this time …

NINGGUANG — 凝光

♡ you fell first, she fell harder

not a surprise though is it ? this is THE tianquan of the liyue qixing; a revered and respected leader, the richest person in teyvat who surprisingly has one of the sweetest personalities you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.

ningguang was so stern and almost intimidating when speaking with businessmen or people who literally conspire against her; yet her personality does a complete one-eighty when in the company of kids or you. she still holds that ambience of “you can look, not touch” but she remains humble and delicate, sweetly patting a child’s head as they show her a picture they drew of her (one which you see in a frame propped up on her desk several days later).

it was awfully difficult to not have your heart race with the way she linked arms with you when walking along the streets of liyue harbour, strangers giving you knowing smiles as you gazed away from them or ningguang with the most flustered expression.

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each visit to liyue turned into a ningguang meeting. not because you required her assistance of some sort but simply because ningguang wanted to chat with you.

every chat would turn into a more than pleasant conversation about your interests, hobbies, what you like, what you don’t like, would you enjoy it if someone hypothetically asked you out on a date to one of the most expensive restaurants on liyue, or if hypothetically someone were to send you a variety of expensive gifts every few weeks or so…

she wasn’t being discreet, and honestly, she wasn’t trying to be. if she wants something she gets it, but when it comes to love the tianquan understands it isn’t something as simple as winning a game of chess, but she was going to make sure the win was as rewarding as one.

lady ningguang knows she already has your heart, all she has to do is woo you.

YELAN — 夜兰

♡ you fell first, you fell harder

it’s hard to tell when or even why you fell in love with yelan. it’s not that she’s unlikeable, quite the opposite frankly, it’s just that she loves reaffirming your status as her “favourite informant”, rarely ever does she use the word “friend” when it comes to you. yet, there’s a certain bit of you that finds that position in her life to mean much more than the title of “friend”.

plus…seeing her biweekly as she asks for information or any new leads from you is rather worth it. she’s never upset when you don’t have any secrets to expose about illegal activities, she just instantly turns the conversation to be about you. she’ll ask about your hobbies, your interests, recent adventures…did she just get closer to you?

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yelan is known for being quite a scary woman no matter if you’re her enemy or friend, that’s just her personality however… she’s more, let’s say keen when it comes to you. she’s much more attentive to you; arms tightening their grip in a hug, leaning into you when people who bore her are speaking, she even directly pulls you into an embrace when she knows you might get hurt.

it all seems like natural reactions yet she never does the same for anyone else apart from you, something which you bashfully took notice of when her head gently knocked on yours when you were in a conversation with a merchant who was attempting to explain his sob story. her eyes were fixated on him yet her physical attention was surprisingly on you. you practically blanked out after her lovely scented perfume hit you due to her proximity.

you still recall that one dream you had where she sat you on her lap while she was gambling, her hands sweetly situated on your waist. what made your lil’ fantasy worse was the fact when you woke up yelan’s face was directly close to yours as she questioned why you were mumbling her name in your slumber…

K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶

♡ he fell first, you fell harder

it’s a well-known fact that kazuha has an extremely keen sense of hearing; every subtle rustle of the leaves and or whistle of a distant bird can easily be heard by him. even so, he often finds himself searching for your voice among the quiet orchestra of noises in the breezy wind.

initially, he believed that these yearnings for you were simply out of care and worry about you in the name of your deep friendship; yet, as soon as those yearnings turned into his heart beating rapidly, his face heating up and his dreams turning into just flashbacks of your recent adventures with him, he knew something was wrong.

kazuha is a romantic at heart and a lover in every sense; his sudden realisation of his growing feelings for you didn’t come as a shock, it was a pleasant surprise that he graciously smiled about as his fingers delicately traced your signature on the recent letter you sent him.

he didn’t even notice that his romantic and poetic nature amplified when he was in your solo presence. you, however, certainly noticed it…

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kazuha seemed oblivious to the fact that he consistently glanced at your lips in conversations, or the way his hands lingered on your waist a little too frequently when hugging.

if you weren’t in love with him at first you certainly were now. how could you not be? he wooed you endlessly with sickly sweet words, letters, and haikus; he’d carefully place flowers in your hair simply because the colour reminded him of your eyes. sometimes he’d even carve both of your initials in trees and leaves claiming it’ll prolong your “friendship.”

what made your growing lovesick admiration for him worse was just how comforting he was. your boundaries were written into his heart and mind; he knew your dislikes and likes to the t. he knew sometimes you just need a moment to yourself…and yet when those times do come you only yearn to see him.

it’s like a lil’ woodpecker is gnawing at your heart, trying to get it to beat a melody that is similar to his own, and once you finally embraced that gentle pain in your heart, your eyes couldn’t help but search for his.

WANDERER — 流浪者

♡ you fell first, he fell harder

there’s literally no way he’d fall for you first (in the nicest way possible, i promise). he simply doesn’t want to pursue someone he hasn’t assured shares his feelings. what’s the point of chasing an impossible dream? he isn’t a greek tragedy…well given the number of betrayals he might as well be one but that’s besides the point !

the constant reminders in stories of scaramouche’s beauty certainly weren’t exaggerating. you find yourself staring at him so often he’s become accustomed to it, in other words, you ogle him so consistently he doesn’t even bother reprimanding you anymore. yet the tempting silence that echoes when you admire him whenever he’s doing something only makes your longing worse.

what makes your heart squeeze in its ribcage is how the wanderer has begun to slowly warm up to you. though he refuses to admit it, he seems to have become more possessive and protective over you, even occasionally looking out for you when you’re out on commissions in sumeru.

and how could you not fall deeper in love with him when you see that dismissive blush on his face as he makes up a story as to why he was following you.

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he’s so close to going back to that godforsaken irminsul and wiping himself from existence once again. nahida can’t help but giggle at the wanderer’s brooding attitude as he sits with a scowl twisted onto his face and hands massaging his temples.

“i can’t stand them.”

“ah, really?” nahida laughs, a subtle twinkle echoed within the sanctuary of surasthana, one which made the wanderer’s head instinctively look up. a stack of crumpled letters and papers carefully materialise in the young archon’s hands. his eyebrow raises quizzically as nahida coughs into her hand with a teasing smile.

“[name], i don’t know how to tell you this to your face, so i decided to write to you instead. i’ve unfortunately fallen for you and your stupidly gorgeous face-“ she was suddenly interrupted by the wanderer’s quick snatching of the paper.

nahida couldn’t help but giggle once again at the look of pure terror and embarrassment on her pupil’s face as she continued to read out every single letter in a sickly sweet voice all the while the wanderer trailed behind her attempting to snatch the letters from her tight little grasp…

K. AYAKA — 神里绫华

♡ she fell first, she fell harder

at first, she explained the deafening echo of her heartbeat whenever you were around as adrenaline from admiring someone as otherworldly and sweet as you. i mean, you’re a literal icon within teyvat, it’s obvious she would feel a certain way around a figure like that, right ? ayato couldn’t help but laugh in awe at his intelligent sister’s obliviousness to her own feelings, it was endearing in a way.

she’d weekly ramble about you to either ayato or thoma, speaking about your recent adventures, your courage, and how gorgeous you are… at that point either of the boys would give her a certain look that would make her shut up instantly, leaving her fumbling and flustered.

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looking at you in the eye has become increasingly difficult for ayaka. every little thing you did, every gaze and smile would leave her with a wonky smile and a blush that bloomed into an insufferable heat.

to be honest, she didn’t mean to fall so in love with you, but that little tremble in her heart when you two accidentally locked eyes was far too lovely to ignore.

“are you thinking about [name], again?” ayato’s voice awoke her from her teasing daydream. she quickly shook her head in denial, ignoring the knowing grin of her older brother. he sat down next to her and pulled her close, leaving a quick kiss on the crown of her head. “seriously, if you don’t tell them, your big brother will have to intervene!”

she squealed in surprise, an excruciatingly bright blush appearing on her face at her brother’s suggestion. “ayato, please don’t do this to me..” she hid her face behind her hands, her mind beginning to wonder how would you feel if she confessed her flourishing feelings for you…

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

♡ he fell first, he fell harder

apparently love at first sight runs in the kamisato family.

honestly, that first little pause of his heart when he laid his eyes upon you should’ve been the first warning sign that his heart and mind were not in sync. it was like something had switched on in him, his heart wouldn’t shut up about you; he could hear it thumping away in his chest every time he thought of you.

the way your hand caressed his cheek so delicately when you found out about his recent dangerous endeavours, your eyes glistening with worry as you question him relentlessly. his heart could almost beat out of his chest as he took your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your palm. he’s certainly fallen in love with you.

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at this point, you two revealing you’re dating would be less of a shock than finding out you’re just “good friends.” practically all of inazuma can outwardly understand ayato’s admiration for you... apart from you.

every few weeks or even days depending on whether or not he’s out on commissioner duties, an abundance of gifts would be delicately placed upon your front doorstep with ayato’s name attached to a tag on one of them in fine black ink.

usually, the gifts would consist of bouquets of your favourite flowers, jewellery from several different nations, chocolates or something he saw that caught your eye or something you brought up in a conversation several days ago.

sometimes he’d even attach a lengthy note to one of the gifts that would explain his decision in what he bought you, and how there’s absolutely no reason to pay him back because “simply seeing you is enough of a reward.”

each gift he sends you couldn’t ever match the number of times ayaka has giggled at her brother’s clear fixation with you.

CYNO — 赛诺

♡ he fell first, you fell harder

how you managed to tear this man’s eyes off of tighnari is a feat upon itself however, the reason this man got so infatuated with you was purely because of one fateful defeat in a game of genius invokation.

there was nothing on the line, no special cardbacks, not even a uniquely illustrated card of some sorts; just a simple game. you felt like he was going easy on you and well, he was. he wasn’t even trying to be discreet about it. he just couldn’t stop gazing at you softly and to be completely frank he was scared of how mushy he was starting to feel. was the beating in his heart when you two accidentally brushed hands normal?

plus, the adorable victory smile you gave him accompanied with your high-five to thank him for spending time with you was so completely worth his failure…that started his teensy obsession with forcing you to waste his free time with you under the guise of “i need to practice” because according to him you are a card champion (he wants to look at you smile.)

listen the “men w hot dads” crew is tired of seeing cyno giving you the googly eyes while they’re trying to drink please for the sake of everyone tell him to quit it!

AL HAITHAM — 艾尔海森

♡ you fell first, he fell harder

i don’t know how this happened. truthfully he’s just pretty and whenever he looks at you when he speaks you feel lil’ butterflies stir in your stomach. he has an indescribable and intangible grip on you and your subconscious.

it’s hard to even pinpoint when or how you fell for him because he’s never in one place at the same time, and what i mean by that is when you think he’s somewhere, he is in a completely different location. regardless, when you do randomly find him, his eyes will instantly find yours and his book will be long forgotten as he engages in a simple conversation with you.

maybe that’s what got you? how keen he is to listen to you and hear our your problems; he’ll listen or offer you advice depending on how you feel, his attention is always solely on you.

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before he befriended you, if you asked alhaitham what he thought about love, he would stoically answer, “love is just the release of serotonin, noradrenaline, dopamine, and phenylethylamine; it’s just a human response to cope with loneliness.”

but now… it’s a little different. instead of his usual off-handed comment that seemed almost cruel, he’ll avert his gaze and continue reading. to practically everyone, that just meant “don’t disturb me with stupid questions”, but little did they know that he refused to answer that question because he knew the next words out of his mouth were about to be just as cheesy and cringe-worthy as what his roommate kaveh says while drunk.

he didn’t expect to find himself staring at his ceiling while trying to fall asleep, academic thoughts mingled with pictures of you flurrying in his head…he groaned out loud, tossing and turning in his bed. well, maybe if he gets drunk enough he’ll have the courage to ask his much more outspoken roommate on how to ask you out.

KAVEH — 卡维

♡ he fell first, he fell harder

he’s insanely romantic at heart, he’s so sweet and gentle it’s to little wonder that he fell in love with you so easily. you understood him so well, you knew exactly the right words to say when he’s upset or frustrated and you somehow never make him feel like he’s indebted to you?

kaveh is a man who views love as a luxury or transaction rather than just a beautiful connection. so, when you willingly showered him with platonic affections and not so subtly making scenarios in which he was “repaying you” (i.e when you helped clean the house because you saw he was fatigued and suddenly had to do your groceries the next day so kaveh kindly asked to help you~) it wasn’t hard to fall deeply for you.

he feels so at peace with you, you take him back to when he was a schoolboy crushing on alhaitham (i had to sneak this in alright). he blushes whenever your hands brush past him or when your eyes lock together accidentally, it’s actually kind of pathetic (in a cute way).

you best believe the entire group is tired of him, whenever he gets drunk all he rambles about is you.

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he’s going to rip out his hair individually and gnaw on his pencils until he hits the graphite because what is wrong with him??? he woke up after having another dream about you which consisted of you lovingly caressing his face, pressing gentle kisses across his jawline, cheeks and forehead…is he blushing right now?

it was getting embarrassing to even leave his house because somehow both of your days aligned so perfectly that you’d manage to stumble into each other on at least one occasion; however, he didn’t wanna deal with the consistent nagging of his roommate who kept insisting that he should just “confess” to you therefore he was forced to go out and have this biting anxiety of seeing your face.

it’s not that he didn’t want to see you, it’s that he couldn’t. not when he literally could just drop dead from a mere bit of eye contact from you. he knows that being with you will hurt. he feels like he doesn’t deserve you despite your reciprocation of affection, there will always be that shadow that looms over him telling him, “this will not end well.”

DEHYA — 迪希雅

♡ she fell first, you fell harder

it’s actually become a whole joke within the mercenary circle that if you go up to dehya and ask her about anything, no matter the topic, she will manage to bring it back to you.

“dehya, do you have any spots in the rainforest that have nice scenery?”

and she’ll immediately reply, “yeah, [name] and i went to this place last time-“ or it’ll be something more along the lines of, “mhm, there’s this place that [name] said is really known for its great sights-“

in other words, her mind is consumed by you. not to a detrimental level, she’s still ambitious and such, but she’s just a tad bit more attentive and stupid when you’re around…

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remember that one part in the story quest where she asked the traveler to pay her by giving her a smile because they looked gloomy? yeah, that’s her with you but emphasised to the extreme.

she’s so overly delicate with you, always giving you her sweetest smiles teeth and all. you could feel your knees weaken every time you two would accidentally lock eyes when passing each other on the street. she made it impossible to not love her and when you got to know her on a personal level, when she started talking about her childhood? the tears that wet your eyelashes didn’t go unseen by dehya as she carefully brushed away your tears with her thumbs.

could she hear the way your heartbeat dramatically beat in anticipation at every lingering touch? and to add onto that touching emotional baggage, she is absolutely gorgeous. the way her arms flexed when she was carrying her great sword…did she catch you drooling?

☆ SPOILERS FOR FONTAINE QUEST

LYNEY — 林尼

♡ you fell first, he fell harder

it’s hard not to feel special when a pretty illustrious magician chooses you as his trick victim in a quite large audience. you honestly felt blessed that you weren’t in the opera epiclese right now because the way your eyes widened and breathing hitched purely because of a simple reappearing flower trick was embarrassing.

lyney apparently imprinted your reaction into his memory because now every time you meet face to face he does that trick, making sure to use a different flower each time. he stated plainly that his reasoning for this was, “you are my motivation~” curse him and his wicked smile.

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when lyney said he’d look at flower language after charlotte enlightened him on floral symbolism he initially didn’t expect to find himself sitting down late in the night flipping through multiple pages imprinted with flowers.

he can’t help but gaze fondly at the sweet symbolisms of flowers from different nations wondering how you’d react when he presented one of them to you once again. flowers have a variety of meaning, but lyney makes double sure that the flower he picks for you has only positive and loving depictions.

having very little trust in the world and embracing the deception of humanity while letting the light gently pass through his capable hands, it’s difficult for him to decipher whether or not he wants to love you. he know he loves you, it’s obvious: you can fool a mind not a heart. but when you’ve accepted falsehood as the status quo it’s difficult to allow people to shake down your walls.

NAVIA — 娜维娅

♡ she fell first, you fell harder

you two are very sherlock holmes and john watson coded. it really doesn’t matter which one of them you consider yourself because either way the incomprehensible yet very tangible romantic tension between the two of you is apparent.

she bakes you stuff on the weekly, handing it to you with a loving glint in her eyes as she makes sure your hands brush against each other ever so slightly. cookies, macaroons, cakes, whatever you like or specify you enjoy she’ll make for you. the gesture itself is, no pun intended, very sweet and from the outside seems platonic enough but if you were to check her pockets or around her baking equipment you’d find a plethora of crumpled and disarrayed love letters with each of them beginning “dear, [name]”.

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she’s literally perfect. she’s sweet, gentle, sympathetic yet she’s confident and bold but manages to not be obnoxious and to add onto all of that she cares for you like she’s known you for a lifetime. it’s like she’s memorised your entire schedule, routines and habits because she will remind you of things you yourself have forgotten. anything from, “don’t you have an appointment today?” or “you forgot to eat breakfast didn’t you?” she will calmly remind you.

at this point, more people question if you’re married than how wonderful your relationship must be, and well, fontaine loves its drama and rumours so it’s difficult to not hear people coo at you and navia when you’re out strolling the city; you also can’t deny that their words make your heart flutter as your gaze shifts towards her and you notice the way her eyes find yours so easily.

you’ve found yourself craving her visits instead of her baked goods…

©IHEARTGANYU do not copy, steal or repost <3

[avalynnemarie]

Not Just a Lumidouce Bell

AN: Y'all. The support and requests for this was insane. Everyone had their own opinions of how it should go and I know this is going to disappoint quite a few of you. Maybe we will have an alternative endidng? Idk we'll see. Reblogs are much appreciated.

Pairing: Lyney x f! reader

Words: 9770

CW/TW: neglect, insecurities, regrets, jealousy, ghosting, angst, depression

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That's why we parted, from our ways to heal our souls. I'm a small town miserable man that does what he can.

PART 1 | PART 2 - Not Just a Lumidouce Bell

In the bustling heart of Liyue Harbor, you stood amid the aromatic symphony of fragrances that filled your workshop. The air was alive with a myriad of scents – floral notes intertwining with earthy undertones, creating a sensory tapestry that reflected the essence of your journey. Rong Hao, one of your loyal employees, had just finished packing a substantial order for the prestigious Goth Grand Hotel in Mondstadt. The rustling of paper and the careful placement of delicate bottles provided a rhythmic background to your conversation.

"Rong Hao," you called, your voice carrying a quiet authority as you approached him. He turned towards you, a respectful nod on his face as he listened attentively. "We've worked with Goth Grand Hotel before, and I want to make sure we continue fostering a strong partnership with them. Can you include a few samples of the new air fresheners Ying’er’ s developed? It would be a thoughtful gesture to show our appreciation."

Rong Hao's lips curved into a small smile; his understanding evident in his eyes. "Of course, (y/n). Ying’er’ s air fresheners have been quite popular, and I'm sure the hotel will appreciate the gesture."

As he continued with the meticulous task of packaging, your thoughts briefly wandered back to the past three years. After leaving Fontaine behind, Liyue had welcomed you with open arms, and you had embarked on a new chapter of your life. The art of perfume-making had beckoned to you, a legacy passed down through your mother's family. Guided by your cousin Ying'er, you had delved deep into the craft, discovering the nuances of blending scents and creating harmonious fragrances.

Ying'er had proven to be a patient and knowledgeable teacher, and under her guidance, you had not only mastered the art of perfumery but had also ventured into the realm of skincare products. The fusion of scents and skincare had been an ingenious concept, and slowly but surely, it had gained popularity in Liyue. Over the past year, your business had started expanding its reach beyond the borders of Liyue, reaching out to other nations within Teyvat.

The workshop itself was a testament to your dedication. Shelves lined with beautifully crafted bottles of perfumes and skincare products gleamed under the soft glow of lanterns. Aromatic herbs and flowers adorned various corners of the room, infusing the air with their natural fragrances. The scent of bergamot, intertwined with the warm embrace of sandalwood, enveloped the space, creating an ambiance of tranquility and creativity.

With Rong Hao finishing the packaging, you offered him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Rong Hao. Your efficiency is truly an asset.”

Just as he was about to depart, you paused him with a thought. "Wait, Rong Hao. Since tomorrow is Lantern Rite Festival, why don't you take the rest of the day off for today? Enjoy the festivities and the lanterns."

Rong Hao's eyes lit up with surprise and gratitude. "Thank you so much, (y/n). I truly appreciate it."

Just as he was about to leave, a cheerful jingle of bells heralded the entrance of two familiar figures. Ying'er and her boyfriend Timaeus entered hand-in-hand, their laughter carrying a contagious joy. Ying'er had a handful of envelopes, and she approached you with an eager grin. "Hey, (y/n)! Look what I've got!"

You returned her smile, curious. As she handed you a few envelopes, your fingers brushed against the paper, feeling the delicate texture beneath your touch. One envelope, however, stood out – intricate and adorned with a shimmering golden seal. Ying'er placed it in your hand, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "This one is special. It was given to me by one of Lady Ningguang’s assistants. They asked me to pass it to you."

You studied the envelope with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Its ornate design held an air of importance, and you carefully opened it, savoring the moment. The paper felt delicate between your fingers as you unfolded the contents. The elegant script inside held a message that caught your attention, capturing the essence of its sender.

It was an invitation from Lady Ningguang’s, the illustrious Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing. She had invited you and a plus one to the Culture Extravaganza that was to take place at the prestigious Yuehai Pavilion, just before the release of lanterns. The invitation carried an air of sophistication and honor, and your heart quickened at the recognition.

As you shared the news with Ying'er, her eyes sparkled with delight. "Oh, (y/n), this is incredible! To be recognized by Lady Ningguang’s herself is a tremendous honor!"

A thought crossed your mind, and you turned to Ying'er with a warm smile. "Would you like to join me? It would be wonderful to have you by my side."

Ying'er's eyes softened with gratitude, and she shook her head gently. "Thank you, (y/n), but Timaeus and I have plans for tomorrow. He arranged for a date on a boat so we can enjoy the lanterns together."

Timaeus rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to experience the festival from the water."

You couldn't help but chuckle at their sweet interaction. "Well, in that case, I hope you both have an amazing time."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you watched Ying'er and Timaeus exchange affectionate glances and laughter. Their presence radiated a warmth that you found bittersweet. As they stood hand-in-hand, sharing a tender moment, a small smile played on your lips, even as a twinge of yearning tugged at your heart. Ying'er and Timaeus were a picture of happiness, their camaraderie evident in their gestures. With a playful grin, Timaeus extended his hand towards Ying'er, and in response, she handed him one of the envelopes, her eyes sparkling with delight. As he playfully pretended to examine the contents of the envelope with exaggerated curiosity, you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. They were undeniably cute together, their companionship evident in the shared laughter that filled the air.

Your fingers found solace in fidgeting with the ring on your ring finger, a piece of advice that Ying'er had shared with you. It was meant to ward off unsolicited advances, especially during the Lantern Rite Festival when tourists often targeted local women. While the festival brought joy and unity, it also attracted those looking for romantic connections, something you hadn't quite found in the past three years. As your fingers traced the smooth metal of the ring, your thoughts turned to the past three years. Establishing your life in Liyue had been your main focus, and it left you with little time to delve into romantic pursuits. The memories of your time with Lyney lingered in your heart, his absence leaving an indelible mark on your emotions. Every attempt at building connections with potential partners seemed to fall short, as if a silent comparison with the memory of Lyney loomed over each interaction.

You longed for companionship, for someone to share moments like this with – moments that were filled with laughter and affection. A wistful sigh escaped your lips as you watched Ying'er and Timaeus, your heart yearning for a connection as genuine as theirs. The festival atmosphere seemed to heighten your sense of longing, emphasizing the solitude that occasionally crept into the corners of your heart.

In the past three years, you had encountered Lumine and Paimon once again. Like clockwork, they would join the Lantern Rite festivities in Liyue each year. The small world you lived in became even smaller as you discovered their acquaintance with Timaeus and Ying'er. Despite your longing, you held no animosity towards Lumine; in fact, you had confided in her about your decision to relocate to Liyue, begging her to keep your secret from Lyney. Lumine's understanding nature had led her to respect your wishes, and she refrained from bringing up any stories related to the Fontaine siblings.

You held the elegant envelope from Lady Ningguang in your hand, your fingers tracing over the intricate writing that adorned its surface. The delicate texture of the paper beneath your touch carried an air of importance, and you marveled at the craftsmanship that had gone into creating such a stunning piece. The shimmering golden seal caught the light, its brilliance reflecting the honor that came with the invitation. Ying'er's stories about the event rushed to the forefront of your mind. She had attended one of these events in the past, back when they were held in the Jade Chamber. Her raving reviews had painted a vivid picture of elegance, sophistication, and cultural appreciation. Now, you found yourself on the brink of experiencing this grand occasion firsthand, and excitement bubbled within you.

With the day's tasks still ahead of you, you busied yourself by tending to accounts, interacting with customers who frequented your workshop. As you skillfully managed the balance between overseeing the store and addressing customer inquiries, you ushered Ying'er and Timaeus out of the shop, encouraging them to make the most of their time together. Their laughter and happiness were infectious, and you found a smile tugging at your lips as you watched them leave. Amid the hum of activity, you also attended to the packing of orders that were destined for various corners of Teyvat. It was a testament to the success you had achieved in these three years, the fruits of your dedication to your craft and the support of your loyal customers.

The day of the festival arrived, and with it came a sense of anticipation that hung in the air like a gentle breeze. The doors of your workshop remained closed in honor of the occasion, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the bustling atmosphere of Liyue Harbor. The festive spirit was palpable, the entire area transformed into a vibrant tapestry of colors, sounds, and scents. You ventured out into the heart of the harbor; your senses overwhelmed by the delightful chaos that surrounded you. The tantalizing aroma of street food wafted through the air, tempting your taste buds and drawing you towards the bustling food stalls. The sizzle of skewers and the rhythmic clatter of pots and pans provided a lively rhythm to the festivities. Street performers of all kinds captivated the crowd – acrobats defying gravity, musicians coaxing melodies from their instruments, and dancers weaving tales with their graceful movements. Laughter and applause echoed through the streets, creating an atmosphere of shared joy and celebration.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm and golden hue over the harbor, a sense of excitement coursed through your veins. The anticipation of the Culture Extravaganza at Yuehai Pavilion filled the air like a tangible energy, drawing you closer to the heart of the event. Holding the elegant envelope that held your invitation, you made your way through the bustling crowd, guided by the soft glow of lanterns that lined the path. Upon arriving at the entrance of the event location, you presented your invitation to the vigilant Millelith guards stationed there. Their respectful nod and warm smiles indicated that your presence had been acknowledged. One of the guards graciously guided you towards your designated seat, weaving through the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation, a collective eagerness to partake in an evening of culture and unity.

Taking your seat, you found yourself beside none other than Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and her knowledgeable employee and consultant, Zhongli. With polite smiles, you exchanged greetings with them, appreciating the opportunity to share this occasion with individuals of such distinct expertise and charisma. As the seats around you gradually filled, the air seemed to buzz with conversations and whispers, each guest bringing their own unique perspective and excitement to the event.

As the event commenced, a hush fell over the audience, the collective attention fixated on the stage before them. The first performance, a mesmerizing Liyue opera piece by Yun Jin, began to unfold. The delicate strains of traditional instruments blended with Yun Jin's powerful voice, weaving a narrative that resonated with the very essence of Liyue. The audience was enraptured, their breaths held as the melodic storytelling wove a tapestry of emotions and cultural significance. The atmosphere within the pavilion was electrified with emotion. The audience reactions were a symphony in themselves – gasps of awe, whispered commentary, and nods of appreciation rippled through the crowd. As Yun Jin's final note hung in the air, the entire pavilion erupted into a thunderous applause, a standing ovation that served as a testament to the impact of her performance. The air seemed to vibrate with appreciation, the collective emotion of the audience mirroring the beauty of the opera piece.

The momentum continued as the event flowed seamlessly into the next performance – a captivating dance from Inazuma. The dancers moved with a grace that seemed almost ethereal, their movements telling a story of their homeland, its traditions, and its unique cultural tapestry. As the dance unfolded, the atmosphere shifted once again, embracing the elegance and intricacy of Inazuma’ s culture. The audience's reactions were as diverse as the performances themselves. Whispers of awe and admiration floated through the air, mingling with the soft rustle of fine fabrics and the occasional murmur of agreement. The collective energy of the audience remained palpable, connecting every guest in a shared experience of appreciation and wonder.

The echoes of the applause for the Inazuman dancers had just faded when a familiar voice, rich and melodious, echoed through the venue, commanding the attention of every guest present. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," the voice declared, its tone carrying a blend of confidence and charisma, "the performances you've witnessed thus far have been a feast for your eyes and ears. But what you are about to experience will immerse all your senses in a world of wonder and enchantment." The words hung in the air, teasing the audience's curiosity and anticipation.

Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the voice, the sound of it igniting a rush of emotions within you. As the spotlight illuminated the center of the stage, your gaze was drawn inexorably toward it, and there he stood – Lyney. His presence was magnetic, and the years that had passed had only refined his charm. His wide smile seemed to embrace the entire audience, his gaze warm and inviting. He bowed gracefully, acknowledging the applause that greeted his introduction. "I am Lyney," he began, his voice carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to captivating audiences, "and I am a magician from Fontaine." The words were spoken with a measured cadence, each syllable resounding with a sense of familiarity and novelty all at once. It was him – the man whose memory had lingered in your heart, the one whose absence had left an indelible mark on your emotions.

Amid the mix of emotions that surged within you, a soft exclamation of "Oooh, a magic show!" came from none other than Hu Tao, her excitement evident in her tone. Her words seemed to break through the trance that had settled over you, reminding you that you were present in this moment.

Your heart raced as you remained frozen in your seat, your gaze fixed on Lyney as he commanded the stage with his presence. The audience around you were abuzz with anticipation, the collective energy almost tangible. A mixture of nostalgia and longing stirred within you, memories and emotions intertwining with the present.

Lyney's show began with a touch of classic magic – a dove pulled from a hat, its wings unfurling as it soared into the air, symbolizing the very essence of magic itself – the art of making the ordinary extraordinary. His voice, a symphony of confidence and charm, resonated through the pavilion as he introduced the trick. "Ladies and gentlemen," he proclaimed, "while this may be a trick you've seen before, remember that at its core, magic is about making things appear and disappear at will."

The audience watched in awe as Lyney continued to perform various tricks, each one more enchanting than the last. Coins vanished and reappeared, silk scarves transformed into liquids, and playing cards defied gravity as they danced through the air. His lines were delivered with a magnetic flair, drawing the audience into his world of illusion. "Now, my friends, watch closely. Believe in the impossible, for in that belief, magic truly comes to life."

Laughter and gasps of amazement filled the air as Lyney engaged the audience, involving them in his tricks. He exchanged playful banter with volunteers, leaving them astounded by his skill and wit. Amid the magic, you found yourself caught between the desire to be drawn into the spectacle and the instinct to remain inconspicuous. You held your breath, your heart pounding, as Lyney's performance continued to unfold. "Imagine," he mused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "that reality itself is a stage, and we are all players in a grand performance." The sense of wonder in his words resonated with everyone present, drawing them deeper into his performance. He involved the audience in various tricks, seamlessly integrating their reactions into his narrative.

In one instance, he produced a silk scarf, drawing it through his fist only for it to emerge as a string of colorful flags. "Life is like a tapestry," he said, his voice both poetic and whimsical, "woven with threads of experiences and moments." He glanced at a young child in the front row, involving them in the act, eliciting laughter and applause.

"Flowers," Lyney began, "have been an integral part of magic shows for centuries. They embody the beauty and transience of life." He produced a Windwheel Aster seemingly out of thin air, handing it to a guest from Mondstadt. "A symbol of elegance and grace," he said with a smile, the lily blooming like a promise in the guest's hand.

He continued his floral theme, drawing a Glaze Lily from nowhere, presenting it to Yun Jin, who had been seated among the audience after her breathtaking performance. "A tribute to the harmony of cultures," he remarked, the lily a token of appreciation and recognition.

And then came the Sakura confetti, a shower of delicate petals that enveloped the Inazuman dancers who had joined the audience. The petals caught the light as they drifted, creating an ethereal atmosphere. "A celebration of unity," Lyney declared, his words uniting the audience in a shared experience of joy and camaraderie.

With a smile that held a world of memories, he walked toward you. His voice, soft and filled with meaning, rang through the pavilion. "While Teyvat boasts a kaleidoscope of beautiful flowers, in an orchid full of them, there will always be only one that draws my heart." The anticipation in the air was palpable as he walked toward you, the crowd parting as if in reverence of the moment. He extended his hand, a bouquet of Lumidouce Bells materializing in his grasp. "Lumidouce Bells," he said with a smile, the words carrying a depth of meaning that only the two of you could understand.  With bated breath, you watched as Lyney, with a smile that held a myriad of emotions, leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Found you." His words resonated like a secret shared between two souls.

As he handed you the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells, his touch was gentle yet charged with a significance that sent a shiver down your spine. Just as your fingers were about to close around the bouquet, you noticed a flicker in his expression – a falter in his smile and a tremble in his hands. Your heart raced as you accepted the bouquet, his touch lingering for an extra moment before he stepped away, returning to the center of the stage to conclude his performance. Despite the impressive tricks that followed – cards transforming into butterflies, objects levitating – there was a subtle shift in his energy. The enthusiasm that had marked the beginning of his show seemed to dim, replaced by a quiet intensity that spoke of unspoken emotions.

The audience remained awestruck by the death-defying tricks, their gasps and applause punctuating each moment of wonder. But as Lyney took his final bow and left the stage, you sensed a wistfulness in his gaze as he cast one last look in your direction. The connection between you was undeniable, a thread that had persisted through the years and found its way to this moment.

As you settled back into your seat, clutching the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells, your fingers brushed against a small card hidden amidst the delicate blooms. Carefully extracting it, you unfolded the note to reveal words that seemed to dance off the page.

“You're not merely just a Lumidouce Bell, but you are MY Lumidouce Bell, an incandescent presence that casts a gentle and enduring fragrance upon my senses. Its beauty, a tapestry woven into eternity, outshines even the rainbow roses, mere pretenders swathed in the guise of lilies. Much like me, entwined in the delicate masquerade of existence.”

The note continued, inviting you to meet him at Chihu Rock just before the release of the lanterns. As you looked around at the vibrant tapestry of colors, scents, and emotions, the anticipation of the evening's culmination filled you – a culmination that promised to bring closure to what had been left unspoken for far too long.

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Lyney's hands held the porcelain pot filled with a soft-scented cream, its fragrance wafting delicately through the air. But it wasn't the cream itself that had caught his attention; it was the intricate decorative motif that adorned the pot. A side-profile silhouette of a woman holding a Glaze Lily in her right hand – it felt oddly familiar, like a whisper from the past that stirred memories within him.

His brows furrowed as he gazed at the motif, a sense of recognition tugging at his thoughts. Why did this remind him of you? As he stared at the motif, his mind raced back to a moment in time, a fragment of a memory that surfaced like a whisper in the wind. He remembered you, sitting across from him on one of your dates. It was a simple evening at a quaint cafe, where the laughter and conversation flowed freely. He had been fascinated as you sketched something on a paper napkin, a beautiful illustration of a woman holding a Lumidouce Bell in her hand. The design had struck him then as both charming and creative.

And now, as he looked at the pot's motif, he couldn't help but see the striking similarities. The pose of the woman, the delicate flower – it was as if your illustration had come to life in the most unexpected way. His heart raced as he fished out a paper napkin from his wallet, a napkin he had secretly pocketed on that very night. He unfolded it with careful hands, revealing the sketch that had captured his attention all those days ago. Comparing the drawing on the napkin with the motif on the pot of cream, there was no doubt about it. The designs were uncannily similar – almost like pieces of a puzzle that had fallen into place. His pulse quickened, his mind racing to unravel the connection, to make sense of the serendipity that had woven itself into this moment.

His heart surged with determination, his gaze seeking out Lynette. He rushed toward her, a sense of urgency pushing him forward. "Lynette!" he called out, his voice carrying a tone of desperation.

Lynette turned to him; her expression curious as she raised an eyebrow. "Lyney? What's got you so worked up?"

Breathing slightly faster, Lyney gestured toward the porcelain pot he held. "Where did you get this cream? The one with the Glaze Lily motif?"

Lynette glanced at the pot, then back at him, her expression shifting to one of surprise. "Oh, that? It's not mine, Lyney. It's Freminet's."

Lyney's brows furrowed in confusion. "Freminet's? Are you sure?"

Lynette nodded, a bemused smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I've seen him use it before."

Lyney's mind raced as he processed the information. The motif on the pot, your illustration on the napkin – they couldn't be mere coincidences. The connection was too strong, too intimate to be dismissed. He looked back at the pot, his gaze lingering on the silhouette of the woman holding the Glaze Lily.

Time seemed to stretch as Lyney waited for Freminet to return home, his thoughts consumed completely by you. It had been three years since you left – three years since he had failed you, hurt you with his neglect. Those years had carried the weight of regret and longing, each day a reminder of his own shortcomings. Lyney's life had never been easy, marked by the trials of Fontaine and the looming threat of the prophecy. Even in the midst of these challenges, losing you had been one of the most painful experiences he had to deal with.

He remembered how he had wanted to search every nook and corner of Teyvat for you, to find you, to make amends. But Fontaine's mission, his duty, had taken precedence. "Father" had set a path before him, and Lyney had followed it. Even after the mission's completion, he had continued his search for you with the help of the Fatui. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to find – an address, a name, any trace of your existence. But each lead turned cold, and the void of your absence seemed to deepen with every passing day. Loneliness had become a constant companion, an ache that never quite left. It had haunted him, a ghost that whispered in his ear, a constant reminder of the pain he had inflicted.

The cream in his hand became a symbol of the past and the present, of missed opportunities and second chances. As he waited for Freminet, he felt the weight of the years that had passed. Memories of you were both a comfort and a torment, the warmth of your presence and the ache of your absence intertwined. Lyney's heart clenched as he recalled the laughter you shared, the moments of tenderness and joy. How he had allowed that to slip through his fingers, he could never forgive himself. The thought of you disappearing without a trace had left a void that nothing could fill.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, a sense of longing overwhelmed him. His assistants, ever well-intentioned, had tried to lift him from his slump over the years. They had orchestrated meetings with different women, hoping to redirect his focus and mend his wounded heart. But each attempt had only stoked the fire of his anguish. The very idea of anyone else in your place felt like a betrayal, a mockery of the bond he had shared with you. He had lashed out, his anger and pain spilling over, berating his assistants for their misguided efforts.

"I don't want a replacement," he had exclaimed one night, his voice laced with frustration. "I need her. I need (y/n), okay? No one else can fill the void she left behind."

The stages of grief had woven themselves into his life, each emotion an ache that settled deep within him. Denial had been his initial response, clinging to the hope that you would return, that the chasm between you could somehow be bridged. He had walked past your favorite cafe, caught glimpses of people who bore a resemblance to you, only to have the illusion shattered each time. Anger had surged when he caught the scent of your perfume in passing, a memory that had buried itself in the fabric of his life. He had shouted at the wind for playing cruel tricks, for conjuring fragments of you only to snatch them away. Bargaining had consumed him in the quiet hours of the night, as he tossed and turned in his empty bed. In those solitary moments, he had whispered promises to the void, pledges to mend what had been broken if only he could have another chance. Depression had visited him often, its weight pressing on his chest, making each breath a struggle. His days had been marked by a sense of hollowness, a numbness that refused to lift. The pain had become physical, a dull ache that throbbed with each beat of his heart.

And then there were the nights – long, torturous nights that were haunted by nightmares of you. He would see you hurt, your eyes filled with disappointment, your voice echoing with unspoken reproach. Other times, his enemies would appear in his dreams, threatening to harm you in ways he couldn't prevent. The helplessness he felt in those dreams mirrored the helplessness he felt in reality. The fear that he could no longer protect you had become a relentless specter, leaving him waking in cold sweats.

And through it all, your memory remained a beacon of light in the darkness. He would close his eyes and see your smile, hear your laughter, feel your touch as if you were standing right beside him. The ache of your absence was a reminder of the love he had lost, a love he would do anything to reclaim. In the midst of his pain and longing, one thing was clear – he didn't want to spend another moment without you. If given the chance, he would never let you go, never let you feel inadequate, never make you feel his absence. He would cherish every moment, hold you close, and never allow the distance to creep in again.

As he stood there, lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts, the door opened, and Freminet returned. The man's presence broke through the haze of Lyney's emotions, and he forced himself to focus on the present. The revelation of the cream's origin was a clue, a thread to follow, a path that might lead him back to you. With determination in his eyes, Lyney turned his attention to Freminet, his heart and mind aligned in their purpose.

"Freminet," Lyney began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "Where did you get this cream from?"

Freminet stammered, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to process Lyney's intense gaze. "Uh, well... I've been diving a lot lately, and my skin started to dry up really bad. So, I read this article on Steambird, you know? They recommended this new moisturizer that was… uh… imported from Liyue."

Lyney's heart quickened at the mention of the article. It was a thread, a connection, something to hold on to. "Do you still have a copy of that article?" he asked, his voice eager.

Freminet nodded, a touch of curiosity in his eyes as he disappeared briefly and returned with the newspaper. Lyney took it from him and began to skim through the pages until he found the article in question. The words on the page spoke of a new skincare brand that had been gaining popularity in Liyue and was slowly making its mark across Teyvat. He read that the product was not readily available in Fontaine due to import costs, and it was being sold exclusively in Romaritime Harbor.

A surge of anticipation coursed through Lyney's veins. Romaritime Harbor in Fontaine was not far from where he stood. Could this be a sign? Could you be in Liyue? His heart raced with the possibility, and he knew he had to find out for sure. He looked up at Freminet, his eyes determined.

"Thank you, Freminet," Lyney said sincerely, his gratitude shining through his gaze. "This means a lot to me."

Freminet offered a small smile, though confusion lingered in his expression. "Uh, you're welcome, Lyney. But, uh, can I ask why this is so important to you?"

Lyney's lips curved into a bittersweet smile. "This might be the clue I've been waiting for. Thank you, brother."

Freminet nodded, a warm smile crossing his features. "Of course, Lyney. If there's anything else I can do to help..."

Lyney's gaze was resolute as he responded. "There is. I need to meet with 'Father.' It's time to put our resources to use, to verify something important."

Freminet's expression shifted to one of understanding, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I'll make the arrangements," he said, his voice steady.

With a sense of purpose, Lyney turned and left Freminet's shop, his heart filled with renewed determination. The cream, the Glaze Lily motif, the connection to Liyue – they were all pieces of the puzzle that were leading him back to you. As he made his way to meet "Father," his steps were guided by hope, by the prospect of mending what had been broken, and by the overwhelming desire to find you once again.

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Backstage at the Lantern Rite festival, Lyney stood with Lynette and his assistants, a flurry of emotions swirling within him. The festival was in full swing, the air alive with the vibrant energy of the celebration. His heart beat like a drum in his chest as he took in the flurry of preparations around him. Lynette and his assistants were nearby, their presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of the bustling atmosphere. Memories flooded his mind as he glanced at the lanterns that adorned the area, their soft glow casting a warm and inviting ambiance. He remembered how you had wished to witness this festival, to experience the beauty of your mother's home, the place she had left behind to create a life with your father. It was an event that held deep significance for you, and he had listened with rapt attention as you described every detail. The lanterns, the colors, the sense of unity – they were all part of the tapestry of your stories. And now, standing in the midst of it all, he felt your absence keenly.

He knew that you were here, among the esteemed guests of the Liyue Qixing. He had pulled several strings to make it happen, with help from Charlotte, Lumine, and Paimon. The favor he held with the Tianquan, thanks to his connection with Lumine, had smoothed the way for your presence. The pieces were falling into place, the stage was set, and all that remained was the grand reveal of his discovery of you.

As the Inazuman dancers finished their mesmerizing performance on the stage, the crowd erupted into applause. The energy in the air was palpable, a mix of excitement and joy. But for Lyney, the anticipation had a different edge. He knew that his turn was approaching, the moment when he would step onto the stage. His heart pounded even harder as he adjusted his attire, his mind racing with thoughts of you. It had been over three years since he had last seen you, and the prospect of finally reuniting filled him with both hope and trepidation. Would you still be the same? The memory of your smile, your laughter, the way you looked at him – they were etched into his mind. Would you be happy to see him, or would the distance that had grown between you overshadow the reunion? The uncertainty gnawed at him, a persistent anxiety that he couldn't shake. The stage lights flickered, signaling that his moment was drawing near. As the applause for the dancers began to fade, he exchanged a glance with Lynette and his assistants, their encouragement a silent reassurance. The stage was now his, the spotlight waiting to illuminate his discovery, his determination, and his longing.  "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," He spoke with confidence that masked his inner turmoil. "The performances you've witnessed thus far have been a feast for your eyes and ears. But what you are about to experience will immerse all your senses in a world of wonder and enchantment."

With a deep breath, he stepped forward, his heart in his throat. The crowd's attention shifted to him, their murmurs quieting in anticipation. The lanterns cast a warm and gentle glow upon him, creating an almost ethereal aura. His steps were measured as he walked onto the stage, his eyes scanning the faces in the crowd. He knew you were among them, somewhere, watching. "I am Lyney," he began, his voice carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to captivating audiences, "and I am a magician from Fontaine."

 As he continued speaking, his eyes scanned the expectant audience, searching for a face he hadn't seen in years. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, his gaze locked onto you. Your presence was a radiant beacon in the sea of faces, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He couldn't deny the rush of emotions that flooded him at the sight of you.   You looked just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. You were adorned in a traditional festival attire, every intricate detail woven with elegance and grace. Delicate jewelry adorned your neck and wrists, shimmering with every move you made. The lantern light caught the glint of the jewelry, creating a soft halo around you. Your lips were parted in genuine surprise, your eyes widening as you took in the unexpected sight of him on stage.

 His heart swelled at the sight of you, a mix of longing, love, and a touch of sorrow washing over him. He wanted nothing more than to rush toward you, to gather you in his arms and hold you close. But he couldn't – not just yet. The show had to go on, and Lyney was, at his core, a performer. He understood the power of a well-executed act, the art of weaving emotions through illusions. He knew he had to convey his message to you through his performance, to let you know that he had found you, that he was here, that he still cared.

He moved with grace and precision, each movement deliberate and purposeful. He conjured illusions that mesmerized the crowd – fireworks that appeared from nowhere, a cascade of shimmering lights that danced around him, and moments of suspended reality that left everyone in awe. And all the while, his eyes kept finding you in the crowd, his performances a message meant only for you.

"Flowers," Lyney began, his voice carrying a melodic cadence that resonated through the air, "have been an integral part of magic shows for centuries. They embody the beauty and transience of life." He conjured a Windwheel Aster with a flourish, presenting it to a guest from Mondstadt. As he handed over the delicate bloom, a smile graced his lips, and the Windwheel Aster became not just a flower, but a token of elegance and grace, blooming like a promise within the guest's grasp. His performance continued, seamlessly entwining the theme of flowers. From the vast expanse of his magical repertoire, he conjured a Glaze Lily, extending it towards Yun Jin, the performer who had graced the stage with her captivating artistry. The lily symbolized more than its physical form—it was a tribute to the harmonious fusion of cultures, a testament to appreciation and acknowledgment. Then came the crescendo of his floral spectacle, the Sakura confetti that cascaded from above, a shower of delicate petals that seemed to suspend time itself. Each petal caught the light, creating a tapestry of ethereal beauty that enveloped the Inazuman dancers who had joined the audience. "A celebration of unity," Lyney declared, his words uniting the hearts of the crowd in shared exhilaration and camaraderie.

A pause lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation, as Lyney's gaze found you. “While Teyvat boasts a kaleidoscope of beautiful flowers, in an orchid full of them, there will always be only one that draws my heart." His steps, guided by a sense of purpose, carried him toward the individual who held his heart. As he moved, the crowd seemed to part as if in reverence of the unfolding moment. The weight of his words hung in the atmosphere, laden with a depth that only the two of you could fathom. His hand extended, and with a flourish, a bouquet of Lumidouce Bells materialized in his grasp. Lumidouce Bells, chosen not just for their beauty, but for the significance they held between the two of you. A smile that spoke volumes graced his lips as he regarded you, and his words held a world of shared history and emotion. "Lumidouce Bells," he repeated, a simple phrase that contained a universe of unspoken sentiments.

With every eye upon him and every heartbeat suspended in the air, Lyney took a step forward, closing the distance between you. As he leaned in, he was teased with the familiar scent of you. "Found you," he whispered.

And then, the moment arrived. With an outstretched hand, he offered the bouquet to you, a silent invitation that held a universe of meaning. Your hand reached out, fingers brushing against the delicate petals, and for an instant, time seemed to hold its breath. His eyes fell upon the ring adorning your finger, a glint of gold that sent a shockwave through his heart. A ring. The sight of it felt like a dagger piercing through him. Someone else had managed to find their way into your heart during the years he had spent searching for you, longing for you. The pit in his stomach deepened, a chasm of anguish that threatened to swallow him whole. His hand trembled imperceptibly as you took hold of the bouquet, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. He wanted to etch this fleeting connection into his memory, to savor the sensation of your touch before letting go.

It was a cruel twist of fate – he had finally found you, only to discover that you were no longer his to hold. With a heavy heart, he managed to plaster a smile across his face, a facade that concealed the tempest raging within him. He stepped back, retreating from the threshold of what could have been, what should have been. With a determined stride, he returned to the center of the stage, his heartache masked by the resilience of a performer. The show must go on, regardless of the chaos that threatened to unravel his thoughts. The next phase of his performance involved feats of daring magic – illusions that defied logic and challenged reality. He summoned flames that danced at his fingertips, conjured illusions that seemed to play with the fabric of space itself, and performed tricks that left the crowd in awe. Each act carried a deeper layer of emotion, each illusion a reflection of the turmoil within him. His eyes kept meeting yours throughout, and with every exchange, it felt like his very being was disintegrating, his emotions laid bare for you to see. The heartbreak was a constant undercurrent, but he continued, the echoes of his actions weaving a bittersweet symphony that only you and he could comprehend.

And then, as his final act approached, he knew that the time for his performance was drawing to an end. The climax of his act involved a seemingly death-defying escape, an illusion that left the crowd breathless. His movements were precise, each gesture a calculated step toward a climactic moment. And as he emerged unscathed from the shackles that had bound him, the audience erupted into a standing ovation, their cheers like a chorus that resonated with his own tumultuous emotions. With Lynette and his assistants by his side, they took a bow, the applause like a crescendo that filled the air. But beneath the facade of the performer, Lyney's heart was heavy with the weight of what could have been. The applause faded, and as he stepped off the stage, his footsteps were laden with remorse and sorrow. The energy that had fueled his performance now felt like an anchor, dragging him down into the depths of his own emotions.

"Lynette," he whispered as they retreated backstage, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. She turned to him; concern etched on her features. "I need a moment," he managed to say, his voice betraying the anguish he fought to conceal.

With the echoes of the applause still ringing in his ears, Lyney found himself making his way through the lantern-lit streets of Liyue City. The cacophony of joy and celebration seemed distant, as if separated by an insurmountable divide. His steps were heavy, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him. The warmth of the lanterns that once held so much wonder now felt like a mockery of his own turmoil. He had asked you to meet him at Chihu Rock before the lanterns were released into the night sky. But now, as he climbed the steps that led to the rocky peak, his heart weighed down by uncertainty.

Would you even show up to the place he had suggested? Would you be there with the new person who had become the recipient of your love? The thought was a dagger in his heart, a painful reminder of what he could have prevented, the pain he could have spared you. Did you now make omelets just the way he liked them – sunny side up with the edges slightly burnt? Did your new love also get to experience the warmth of your smile as you closed your eyes and laughed, allowing your scrunching nose to be kissed affectionately? He recalled other little quirks – the way you hummed when you were lost in thought, the way you always saved the last piece of dessert for him even if you pretended to be full, and the sound of your laughter that could light up even the darkest corners of his heart. The images tormented him – soft, intimate moments that he had once cherished, now twisted by the possibility of being shared with someone else. These questions, these thoughts, they were all blades that cut through him, leaving wounds that no magic could heal.

And yet, he found himself on the peak of Chihu Rock, overlooking the city bathed in the glow of the lanterns. He waited, his heart a maelstrom of emotions. Maybe it was futile, he thought. Perhaps you wouldn't come. Why would you even want to meet him, the one who had let you slip through his fingers? Minutes stretched into an eternity, each second filled with the anticipation of your arrival. Why was he still here? He didn't know. What would he say if you did come? He had no idea. But one thing was clear – he needed to apologize. Apologize for the pain he had inflicted upon you, for the words left unsaid, for the distance that had grown between you. It was the least he could do, the only way to mend the fragments of what you had shared.

Lyney's ears caught a sound, a soft panting that seemed to carry on the wind even before he saw you. His heart leaped within his chest; anticipation mingled with anxiety. He stood up; his eyes fixed on the path leading up the rocks. And there you were, ascending the rocky steps with the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells still held in your hand. As you drew nearer, he extended his hand toward you, a silent offer of help. He saw you hesitate for a brief second, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your eyes. But then you nodded, your fingers curling around his hand. The warmth of your touch, the familiarity of your grasp, it all made his heart ache. Would this be the last time he would feel this connection? He wondered, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotion.

"Lyney," you whispered, your voice breathless from the climb and the emotions that surely mirrored his own.

But he couldn't let you finish. He looked into your eyes, his own brimming with regret and apology. He had to say it, had to let you know, even if the words could never truly mend the fractures he had caused. "Listen," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "I know that apologies can't change the past, can't erase the hurt I've caused you all these years. But I owe you this. I owe you an apology for every time I bailed out on our dates, for every moment I made you feel like you were less than you truly are."

He took a deep breath, the scent of the Lumidouce Bells intermingling with the damp earthiness of the rocks. "I was so caught up in the allure of adventure, in the promise of releasing Fontaine from its cursed prophecy, that I was blind to the pain I was causing you." He paused, his chest constricting with the weight of his remorse. "It was all my fault, you didn't deserve to feel neglected, especially not by me."

He watched as your expression shifted, a mix of emotions dancing in your eyes. He wanted to reach out, to wipe away the pain etched on your features, but he knew that words were all he had to offer now. "You called me your rainbow rose," His voice trembled as he spoke, his emotions laid bare before you. “But the true rainbow roses of this world are extinct. And as their era came to an end, a plant that used to grow symbiotically with it has stolen the name 'Rainbow Rose.'" His voice cracked, the weight of his metaphor carrying a world of meaning. "Rainbow roses that you see today are imposter lilies, just like me – pretending to be something I'm not."

Tears welled in his eyes; his vulnerability exposed for you to witness. He had said the words that had lingered in his heart for so long, the words he owed you, even though they couldn't undo the past. And as he looked into your eyes, his own filled with the anguish of his confession, he could only hope that you would see the depth of his remorse, the sincerity in his apology, and the love that had never wavered, even in the face of his mistakes. "But I'm here now," he said. “I want you to know that I'm sorry. Truly, deeply sorry. I regret every tear you shed, every smile I failed to bring to your lips.”

He braced himself for your response, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken emotions. The lantern-lit surroundings seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your next move. And then, your voice, like a soft melody, broke the stillness, whispering his name. His heart fluttered at the sound, a sensation he had long missed.

But he couldn't let the moment linger in a sweet fantasy. He cleared his throat, his eyes flickering toward the ring on your finger. "I'm glad," he began, his eyes fixed on the glint of gold that adorned your finger, the ring that had been a tormenting reminder of his own failures. "I'm glad someone else brings you the happiness I couldn't."

He noticed the confusion that flickered across your features, the furrow of your brow and the faint "What?" that escaped your lips. He pointed to the ring, his gaze unwavering, and then looked away, his jaws clenched with a mixture of emotions he struggled to put into words. The silence that hung in the air was pregnant with unspoken pain, a chasm of misunderstanding that seemed impossible to bridge.

And then, like a soft melody that cut through the tension, he heard your giggle. It was a sound he hadn't realized he had been longing to hear, a sound that made his heart flutter in a way he hadn't experienced in years. It sounded just like in his dreams, a symphony of joy that had once been his to cherish. He met your gaze again, his eyes searching yours as he watched you take off the ring. Shock colored his features, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief that painted his expression. What was happening? He wondered. "What...?" he managed to utter, his voice a mix of shock and incredulity.

Your laughter filled the air once again, a melody that seemed to bring light to the darkness that had clouded his thoughts. "Lyney, this ring," you said, your voice laced with amusement, "it's not what you think."

He blinked, his confusion deepening. "Not what I think?" he repeated, his brows furrowing.

You met his gaze, your eyes holding a spark of mischief that he had missed so dearly. "It's not real," you explained, your words causing a mixture of relief and bewilderment to wash over him. "I wore it to ward off unsolicited suitors that seem to come out of the woodwork, especially during the Lantern Rite Festival."

His heart skipped a beat, his eyes never leaving yours. The weight of the realization settled over him like a gentle wave, soothing the ache that had taken residence in his chest. He had misunderstood, misjudged, and in doing so, he had subjected himself to needless torment. The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of hope. His lips quirked into a small, almost disbelieving smile, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

And then, as if the floodgates of communication had been opened, he heard your voice, soft and uncertain, asking him the question he had been waiting for. "How did you find me?"

He met your gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of emotions. He cleared his throat, his voice soft but resolute. "I never stopped looking for you," he said. "I used every Fatui connection I had to try to find any trace of you, but it was like you truly were the best magician – disappearing without a trace." He offered a small, self-deprecating smile, the tension of the moment momentarily eased by the hint of humor. And then, his fingers moved to the inside pocket of his coat, retrieving a crumpled napkin. He unfolded it carefully, revealing the illustration you had drawn so long ago – the silhouette of a woman holding a Lumidouce Bell. "I never stopped carrying this with me," he admitted. He looked into your eyes; his gaze unwavering. "I'm happy to hear that your business venture is doing well," he said, his words carrying a sincerity that was mirrored in his eyes. "And through it, I finally found you."

Tears welled in your eyes; the emotions too powerful to be contained. Your voice trembled as you whispered, "Why are you here, Lyney?"

He didn't hesitate, his gaze never leaving yours. "I think you already know the answer," he whispered back.

Your hands trembled as you held on to the flowers, your gaze dropping to your fingers that played with the flower petals. "I haven't stopped thinking about you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "But I'm scared... scared to be so dependent on you again, scared that I won't recover if my heart breaks once more because of you."

His heart ached at your words, the vulnerability in your voice piercing through his own defenses. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. The world seemed to quiet.  "I understand," he said, his voice gentle but resolute. "And I'm not here to ask you for anything, to demand your trust. I'm here because I needed to apologize, because I needed you to know that my feelings for you never wavered, even when I was blind to your pain. I'm here to say that I'm willing to rebuild what we had, one step at a time, if you'll let me."

As if on cue, the world around Lyney seemed to respond to the emotions that hung in the air. Slowly, hundreds and thousands of floating lanterns began ascending into the sky, their warm glow illuminating Lyney and you in a cascade of light and warmth. Your gaze was drawn to the spectacle above, the lanterns carrying wishes and hopes. Lyney's thumb brushed against your cheek, a tender gesture that wiped away the tear that had escaped. Your eyes met his, the unspoken understanding between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

But your gaze shifted slightly, drawn to his thumb where a teardrop glistened. It was a poignant sight, one that caught your breath. The gloves he wore – they were the ones you had intended to gift him on your anniversary three years ago. The gloves that you had left behind in the box filled with memories of him. They looked worn, as he had been wearing them every day, to feel your presence beside him.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he closed his fist, the teardrop vanishing from his thumb. And when he opened his fist again, there was something new – a Lumidouce Bell. But this one was different, not just in its material – silver and gold – but in its significance. It was the one he had carefully designed, a representation of his intentions for your future together, a token that you could keep forever if he ever had the chance to see you again. His voice, soft yet steady, filled the space between you. "You're not just another Lumidouce Bell," he said, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. "You are my favorite Lumidouce Bell. My only Lumidouce Bell. And you always will be, if you allow it."

Your trembling hand reached out, your fingers gently grasping the metal flower that he had offered. The design was intricate, the melding of silver and gold creating a delicate balance. As the lanterns continued to ascend, carrying with them the wishes and dreams of those who released them, he felt a sense of renewal in his heart. A smile curved his lips, a genuine expression that radiated with emotion. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to feel a sliver of happiness, a shard of relief. The distance between you was no longer insurmountable, and the mistakes of the past were not the end of your story. The future remained uncertain, but he held onto the possibility that it could be rewritten – a tale of redemption, forgiveness, and a silent promise to never let you slip away, ever again.

As the lanterns continued to ascend into the sky, casting a cascade of light over the rocky peak of Chihu, the past and the present seemed to merge into a single moment. And as you looked into Lyney's eyes, he knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter – a chance to heal, to mend, and to create a future that was forged from the lessons of the past.

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(p.s - there is another Lyney oneshot I am working on which i mentioned in one of my posts. Please let me know if you want to be tagged on that one and no it isn't related to this one.)

AN: I know some of you wanted (y/n)to move on with another person. But I do believe some people are worth a second chance. I apologise if I disappointed anyone with this ending. Please feel free to reach out to me if you wish to have an alternative ending to this. It just felt right given how we saw Lyney's perspective in the last part and in this. He wasn't scummy, he was just too caught up in the moment.

[avalynnemarie]

I've never felt the blessings and happiness you speak of, not even once. Don't apply your standards to decide you should pity me!

[avalynnemarie]

I'm working on it I swear

Source: This

#i..swear...🥹 #I AM!! #But it'll take a few.. something? It'll eventually be published i just dont know WHEN #its literally been a year

[avalynnemarie]

The first to betray me was a god, my creator.. my mother.

— It took three betrayals for me to finally understand: the world is just an elaborate tapestry of lies.

scaramouche through the years ～

#genshin impact #kunikuzushi #scaramouche #genshin #genshin spoilers

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//Important details

Ava, she/her, Libra rising, ENTP, Filipino, Bisaya/Tagalog/English, #avawrites

Lynne, they/them, Libra rising, INFP, Filipino, Bisaya/Tagalog/English, #lynnewrites

Ava is in charge of the corrections, proofreading, the design of the blog and discussion. (She often writes as well)

Lynne writes, answers asks, makes the author's notes less brash because Ava is very straightforward.

Ava writes angst and tragedy but doesn't know how to write romance and fluff.

Lynne writes romance, fluff and SFW but doesn't know how to write angst and tragedy.

(Actually, Lynne also doesn't but they has a grip on the topic.)

Ava writes genshin content and laughs at lynne's horrible interpretation of BNHA characters.

Lynne writes BNHA content and does that super annoying face whenever Ava wears that judgemental look on her face while proofreading their works.

Ava makes the plot for both of their works since Lynne lacks creativity and needs a reality check.

Lynne softens the plot because Ava goes ballistic with dark content.

Ava sometimes takes over Lynne's work because of their failed attempts at angst, still both of them cringe at their works and mock themselves from 2 years ago.

We often change their writing style to 'catch up with the latest trends' or so Lynne says.

Ava and Lynne are twins, though they have different personalities–they get along very well.

(only putting this here so you can tell us apart!)

- Ava.

#nAVAgation

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//rules

SFW, fluff, angst, romance, tragedy, dark content allowed.

NSFW on the other hand, I won't write full-on blown smut, just implied if necessary.

I only do gender neutral and female reader, please be specific whatever gender you want for your ask.

Again, be specific!! I won't be taking requests with little detail.

I am comfortable with mostly anything, really!

#nAVAgation

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Maybe I went a little overboard with the cutesy, since I got no requests? (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)

♡︎–And suddenly, all the love songs reminded me of you.

Hello everyone! I cannot thank you enough for all of your love and support, it really is exciting to realize that a lot of people like your writing♡︎

As a celebration and thank you, I will be hosting a follower event that includes music, songs and any genre of the character you love most! I welcome you to let us dance under the moonlight.

𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭!

·Before you proceed, you'd like to know these details first, you can't waltz in without knowing what to do right? ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

·This event will end when I reach 400 followers, it's still a long way to go so don't worry!

·During the duration of this event, you can pick any character of your choice and a song you'd like me to base the fanfiction on.

·For example,

I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on everyone that you'll be mine.

Dandelions, it reminded you of the same person who made you feel the happiest and at the same time, the reason why you feel an emptiness in your chest everytime you see them with someone else; knowing that it could've been the both of you chatting and holding hands at that very moment. A simple gust of wind and it immediately loses its importance and beauty like a relationship, one mistake and it all falls apart. If only you had an ability to turn back time.

·Another example,

I could stare at your back all day.

Who knew being in a relationship with the Chief Alchemist is hard? You did, and yet you pushed all the red flags away for the sake of 'love', but you've dealt with him for far too long. Not a moment you felt appreciated or loved, sometimes even you felt that you were the only one trying in the relationship; and yet you remained silent despite the annoyance building up deep inside your body. You always risk it all for him, he wants you to gather resources? Sure, for a kiss! He wants to use you for your experiments? You'd always nod your head in uncertainty if you will make it alive. Risk your health and energy to visit Albedo, only for you to just stare at his back? Sometimes, you feel like this relationship with him was only an experiment to benefit him, to make him feel love and comfort, to make him feel human. He looked happier during his experiments more than being with you, the pessimistic thoughts were getting to your head until you've heard a gentle but professional voice call out your name. You perked up and gave him a grin, it was the first time he started a conversation with you during his experiments.

“Y/N? Could you help me with..-”

Of course, your hopes were crushed once again.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

·I do every character and I mean EVERY character and genre, just include the important details then I'm fine with it.

·As said in the last sentence, please include the genre and important details so that I will not disappoint.

·Important details such as the ending; whether you want your character to be happy or to suffer– just.. include the ending will you? (ノ｀⌒´)ノ┫：・┻┻

·I do best with tragedy and angst, but that doesn't mean I can't do other genres as well.

#genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin smut #genshin impact angst #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact self insert #let us dance under the moonlight · ava's follower event! #avalynnemarie #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha angst #bnha fanfiction #bnha x you #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x self insert #bnha x gn!reader

[avalynnemarie]

♡︎–And suddenly, all the love songs reminded me of you.

Hello everyone! I cannot thank you enough for all of your love and support, it really is exciting to realize that a lot of people like your writing♡︎

As a celebration and thank you, I will be hosting a follower event that includes music, songs and any genre of the character you love most! I welcome you to let us dance under the moonlight.

𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭!

·Before you proceed, you'd like to know these details first, you can't waltz in without knowing what to do right? ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

·This event will end when I reach 400 followers, it's still a long way to go so don't worry!

·During the duration of this event, you can pick any character of your choice and a song you'd like me to base the fanfiction on.

·For example,

I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on everyone that you'll be mine.

Dandelions, it reminded you of the same person who made you feel the happiest and at the same time, the reason why you feel an emptiness in your chest everytime you see them with someone else; knowing that it could've been the both of you chatting and holding hands at that very moment. A simple gust of wind and it immediately loses its importance and beauty like a relationship, one mistake and it all falls apart. If only you had an ability to turn back time.

·Another example,

I could stare at your back all day.

Who knew being in a relationship with the Chief Alchemist is hard? You did, and yet you pushed all the red flags away for the sake of 'love', but you've dealt with him for far too long. Not a moment you felt appreciated or loved, sometimes even you felt that you were the only one trying in the relationship; and yet you remained silent despite the annoyance building up deep inside your body. You always risk it all for him, he wants you to gather resources? Sure, for a kiss! He wants to use you for your experiments? You'd always nod your head in uncertainty if you will make it alive. Risk your health and energy to visit Albedo, only for you to just stare at his back? Sometimes, you feel like this relationship with him was only an experiment to benefit him, to make him feel love and comfort, to make him feel human. He looked happier during his experiments more than being with you, the pessimistic thoughts were getting to your head until you've heard a gentle but professional voice call out your name. You perked up and gave him a grin, it was the first time he started a conversation with you during his experiments.

“Y/N? Could you help me with..-”

Of course, your hopes were crushed once again.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

·I do every character and I mean EVERY character and genre, just include the important details then I'm fine with it.

·As said in the last sentence, please include the genre and important details so that I will not disappoint.

·Important details such as the ending; whether you want your character to be happy or to suffer– just.. include the ending will you? (ノ｀⌒´)ノ┫：・┻┻

·I do best with tragedy and angst, but that doesn't mean I can't do other genres as well.

#Spotify #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin smut #genshin impact angst #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact self insert #let us dance under the moonlight · ava's follower event! #avalynnemarie #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha angst #bnha fanfiction #bnha x you #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x self insert

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Guys why is my yelan pyro? 😨