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Perfect Blend

Synopsis: It was the weeks leading up to finals at your university, which meant everyone and anyone were stressed out. Due to this panic, you were not able to book a study room and instead decided to do so at a cozy cafe down the street from where you lived. Which seemed like a great idea and saved you gas; however, for some reason your server is always the same sarcastic taunting man, Scaramouche. You're not quite sure why he won’t leave you alone or how he takes long breaks just to talk to you. Or how he brings you drinks and desserts for free—it's all a mystery, just like him.

A/N: In honor of Scaramouche's birthday <3

Packed. All Packed. All the study rooms in your university’s library were packed. You knew you should’ve woken up an hour earlier to ensure your spot in a room, but no, you were too tired from doing homework from the night before. This was a huge pain. I mean, where were you going to study if not in a study room? It’s not like you couldn’t study elsewhere, like in your room or other parts of the university, but those specific university study rooms gave you so much energy to get stuff done that you doubt you would be able to replicate the success you had elsewhere. Feeling defeated, you just decided to go on with your day while thinking of potential study places.

With no solution found, you walked out of the university, making your way to your apartment, still with a sense of defeat. You stopped at the crosswalk when you saw a white-haired girl drop her groceries. Feeling a sense of familiarity, you rushed over and helped the girl get up and pick up her groceries. Once she was back on her feet, she turned around with wide eyes and spoke.

“Y/N, it's you!”

“Nahida? What are you doing here?”

It was Nahida. She was a family friend and had been there for many fundamental points in your life. You wondered what she was doing here, near your apartment, since she lived elsewhere. “I’m dropping off groceries for my nephew. He works at a cafe and was not sure when his shift would end to buy some, so here I am to deliver.

She smiled brightly. She’s always so radiant in everything she says and does.

“I didn’t know you had a nephew.”

“It’s a recent thing.”

She said it shyly but with a smile. Looking at it now, Nahida has always had many amazing traits, one of the most prevalent being her infinite kindness and wisdom. Which gave you an idea in your head of what to ask the girl.

“Nahida, do you have any recommendations for study places? Preferably one that will cause motivation."

“Yes, I do! There are some cafes in other areas of town that would do the trick, but the one I most prefer is the 6wirl Cafe. It’s right by your apartment street, so it's easily accessible. It’s also where my nephew works. You should check it out. In fact, you should take this to him.”

She then passed the groceries over to you and gave you a warm smile before walking off in the opposite direction, leaving you dumbfounded and confused.

You then, with the groceries in hand, walked over to near your apartment, looking intently for the cafe. Finally, you saw it, with the name “6wirl Cafe.” What an odd name. Well, no going back now, so you walked into the cafe. It was a cozy cafe, with books all over the shelves and seat cushions ranging from green to blue. There were chairs and different-style bean bags in certain areas, and the cafe also had a section where booths were separated from others, giving one proper study time in a closed area. It was perfect for you. You were ready to dive in—well, until you remembered about the groceries. You needed to give these to her nephew, but who was he? Not knowing the best course of action, you decided to walk up to the register and ask the cashier.

“Hello, welcome to 6wirl Cafe! How may I assist you?

He had a casual, whatever-or-no tone. The man also had burgundy hair, whose bangs were pulled back by a black headband. Along with that, he had olive-green eyes with a mole under each. He was wearing a white shirt with khaki pants and a 6wirl apron over his shirt.

“Hello, this sounds odd, but I was wondering if any of your workers know someone named Nahida. She asked me to give this to her nephew, but I have no idea who that is.”

“OH. I know who you're talking about.”

The man had a beaming smile and turned back, shouting for the nephew.

“SCARAMOUCHE! You have a visitor—an interesting one, I might add.”

After a few seconds, Nahida’s nephew came in. He was beautiful—maybe the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. He had indigo hair that reached up to his ears, which matched his dazzling indigo eyes. He wore a bit of red eyeliner under his eyes and the same outfit the man you spoke to before had.

“What is it, Heizou? You know I don’t like to be bothered on my break.”

He seemed annoyed.

“This lovely lady was looking for you and has a gift for you from your aunt.”

The Indigo-haired man then turned his head in your direction and proceeded to walk over to you. You would be lying if you said this man didn’t make you nervous. He then looked you straight in the eye with his hand extending outward. Was he asking for a handshake?

“Hand it over.”

I guess he wasn’t asking for a handshake.

“Don’t be so cruel to the young lady, Scara. She’s just doing your aunt a favor.”

“Then she should hand it over. It’s none of yours or hers buisness.” I know that he just wants his groceries, but he doesn’t have to be so mean about it. I guess he was too beautiful to be true.

“It actually is my business since I have known Nahida for years and she’s never mentioned you once. I wonder why that is."

You said, your tone switching from one of confusion to one of the same aggression that Scaramouche had towards you.

“Listen, I'm going to give you guys some time to talk in private; there's a booth over there you two can discuss this in. Also, Scara, this will be counting as your break.”

The man with the olive-green eyes then quickly scurried off to a room in the back of the cafe before Scaramouche could say anything. The indigo-eyed man next to you then turned around, mumbling the words.

“Let’s talk.”

You then nodded and followed that man to a seat. It was silent at first until you decided to speak.

“So your Nahida’s nephew? I've known her for years, yet this is my first time hearing that she has one.”

He seemed timid after that comment, as if his haughty persona had gone away. His facial expression also changed into a somber one. Which made you regret asking or using that tone with him.

“It’s a complicated arrangement.”

He then looked away. Judging by his facial expressions, you realized the circumstances that brought them together were likely not a happy one.

“I won’t pry into it then.”

Feeling remorse, you then passed him his groceries, which Nahida asked you to deliver to him. He then clutched the bag, holding it tightly to him. His words hitched on his breath as if he were hesitating to say something.

“I’ve heard of you before, well, all the time. Nahida speaks very highly of you, Y/N.”

“How did you know I was Y/N?”

“Call it figuring out context clues.”

“Nahida speaks highly about me?"

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

You were shocked, to say the least, but felt content knowing Nahida speaks highly of you.

“That’s kind of you to say. I’m sure she feels the same about you as well. If she's having you stay with her, I'm sure that means she cares for you very much."

You gave the man a warm smile with a soft expression and saw how his expression went from a somber one to a soft one as well. He then fiddled with his fingers and spoke.

“Thank you for saying that.”

He was shy with his expression, but even through that, you could tell that the Indigo-hair man was blushing. Maybe he wasn’t the same as the aggravated boy you met before. He then continued speaking.

“Though I’m still not over our talk from earlier, mortal.”

Maybe he was the same aggravated boy you met before.

“I’m sorry, what?"

“You heard me, mortal.”

“You know you're a mortal too? And you were the mean one.”

Your soft expression then turned into one with a glare.

“Quick tip glaring isn’t good for the face, mortal.”

“I am literally going to beat you up for that comment.”

“Try me, mortal.”

“Once again, don’t call me that! You’re literally a mortal too.”

"Hmm, then what should I call you? What about bug? Since I'll crush you in a fight.”

This man sure was something. Not a good thing, but something. Before you could retort back, the burgundy-haired man you met before came barging in.

“Scaramouche, your break is up. It’s time to work!"

"Ugh, but I barely even got a break.”

“Fifteen minutes is fifteen minutes.”

“But it’s not my fault that this bug came barging in here.”

It was as if you could hear your blood boil every second this man spoke. Especially when he called you a bug—I mean, who does that?

“Too bad, get back to work.”

He then stood up from his seat, groceries in hand, and looked back at you.

“You’re going to pay for this bug, and I’ll be back.”

“Try me.”

He just glared at you with a sour expression. Which caused you to pipe up and fake happiness to further sour his mood.

“Have fun! Bye Scara~”

You said it with a wide smile in a condescending tone, along with waving your hand back at the man. He only walked away, mumbling to himself.

Since you were already here with your backpack in hand, you decided to just pull out your laptop and start studying. You were loving the vibe of the cafe and even got up to order a drink to make you feel more motivated. You were excited to try the drink you ordered and were waiting to get it any second.

“Here’s the drink you ordered.”

You looked up. Oh. It’s him again, Scaramouche.

“What do I owe the pleasure of having you as my server?"

You said it with a small, clearly fake smile.

"Well, I just wanted to see how my bug was doing.”

“Once again, I am not a bug. How long is it going to take for that to get through your head?”

He then leaned down towards you, putting a hand near his ear.

“What’s that bug? I can’t hear you; try again when you get stronger.”

“I think someone lacks listening skills.”

“I do not.”

“So you can hear me.”

“Maybe anyway, here’s your drink.”

He then laid down the drink you ordered and took a seat next to you.

“Shouldn’t you get back to work?"

“You took my break time, so it’s only fair if I take some of your time.”

You rolled your eyes.

"Plus, I think you're pretty interesting.”

“Fine, you can stay here; just don’t bother me too much.”

Over the next few weeks leading up to the finals, interactions like those continued. With you coming every day to the cafe to study and having the same Indigo-eyed man as your waiter, It became the new normal to see him every day and have him rush to his job or take long breaks just to sit and talk with you. He still continued being rude and calling you a bug, but his soft side would show sometimes when he would bring you free drinks or desserts.

It was now Saturday, with your hardest final exam being on Monday. Needless to say, you were terrified since you had always performed poorly in this class. Which was why the second you woke up, you got dressed to start studying at the cafe.

You walked inside and waved hello to Heizou, who was at the register, and made your way to sit down in your usual spot. You sat down and pulled out your laptop and textbook to start taking notes and re-reading sections. This went on for about thirty minutes until you heard a familiar voice.

“How’s my favorite bug doing?”

The Indigo-eyed man was leaning over towards you, holding a tray with a slice of cake on it.

“Stressed.”

During the few weeks of being here, you had gotten used to Scaramouche’s nickname for you. At this point, the insult only hurt a bit, plus you had moved up the ranks and become his favorite bug. Perhaps during the few weeks you also developed a small crush on the man. Well, not a small crush, but a huge one, one that was only amplified with every word said and action performed. You’re not quite sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line, you realized that you enjoyed his company way more than you let on. Too much so that you can’t bear to go days without him, which brings you to your next problem other than finals. Once your exam is over, you won’t have a reason to visit the cafe or be here for hours. Which meant that from now until Monday, you had to study and figure out if Scaramouche feels the same for you.

"Hmm, well, luckily I could help with that.”

He then took to the seat across from you and placed down a tray with a small slice of strawberry shortcake and a small cup of coffee.

“I brought this for you, bug, so you could feel more motivated.”

He was always sweet like this, always bringing you free desserts and drinks. It was always too many to count, making you wonder if they were really free or coming out of his wallet.

He then picked up the fork and passed it over to you. Your hands touched for a split second, which to you felt like forever, like a moment that made you want to linger.

“Thank you for the great meal, Scara!”

You then took a few bites out of the cake. It was absolutely delicious—truly a cake made by the divine. As you ate, you realized that Scara was staring at you intently.

"Scara, I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“With that face.”

“You mean my handsome face.”

"Oh, shut it; I mean just that you're staring at me so intently.”

“Am I not allowed to stare at my favorite bug?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine, well, I’ll have you know I baked that cake.”

“You? Baked this?”

You were clearly shocked, looking back and forth at the man and the cake.

"Yes, I did.”

He then scratched his face, turning away shyly, and proceeded to speak in a low voice.

“I noticed you like the strawberry shortcake from our menu a lot, and I just wanted to learn how to make it for you so you don’t need to come here every time you want it but could just come find me." You blushed. Was he saying what you think he was? You don’t need to come here to see him, but could you see him anytime you want, anywhere?

“That’s really sweet, Scara. Thank you; no one’s ever done anything like that for me. I’ll cherish eating this slice of cake forever."

“I have the rest in my car.”

“I’ll take the rest too, then.”

“Don’t overeat.”

“I’d be happy to overeat on the cake you made for me.”

He then blushed and got up.

"Anyway, you should get back to studying.”

“That’s funny of you to say; don’t you usually stay here with me for long periods of time?”

"Well, it's only a short time till your final, so I want you to do your best and succeed."

You smiled at the man's sweet words and nodded.

A couple hours later, as you were exiting the cafe, the man came up to you once again. He grabbed your hand to pull you back while shouting your name.

“Y/N!”

You were stunned at that and how his hand was now holding yours. It was so unbelievably warm. It felt as if you had been cold all your life, and now, at this moment, you are finally experiencing warmth. You wished that he would never let go of your hand and that this warmth would stay for the rest of your life.

“Scara?”

“I don’t want you to forget the cake I made you."

He spoke shyly and shakenly.

“Of course I couldn’t forget; I just hadn’t seen you, so I assumed you’d give it to me tomorrow, but I’d be happy to take it today.”

The man then smiled and ran back to the breakroom. Leaving his hand with him, you felt cold again now that his hand was gone. Before you could think about it any longer, the man came back with the strawberry shortcake.

“Here’s the cake, and I’m telling you, bug, don’t overeat and get a stomach ache from it.”

“I won’t. I won’t.”

You then softly smiled and made your way out of the cafe, clutching tight to your strawberry shortcake.

Today was the last day to study for your final, so like yesterday, you went to the cafe the second you woke up. You wished you could say the final was the only thing on your mind, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t even the top priority. Your top priority was figuring out what to do about Scaramouche since, after tomorrow, you wouldn’t have a reason to visit the cafe as often as you do. I mean, tomorrow you promised him you would visit, but that was only to tell him how you did. Which meant you had to find out how he felt today.

You walked into the cafe once again, and like a daily routine, you waved hi to Heizou and sat down in your usual spot. You had pulled out your laptop and started reviewing the notes you made yesterday. Which didn’t last long, as ten minutes later your favorite waiter, Scara, came.

“Hey bug."

“Hello Scara.”

You then noticed him holding a tray carrying a drink. He then leaned down near you, placing the drink down.

“I wanted to try making this drink, but I can’t get the blend right. Any thoughts?”

He said as he slid the drink towards you. You then picked it up and took a sip. He was right that something was off with the drink, but you couldn’t figure out what.

"Hmm, maybe it has to do with the percentages of stuff you're putting in it? I’m not quite sure I’m not a coffee expert."

“Thanks bug. I’ll get better at making it and make you try it again soon.”

The man then ran off before you could get another word in.

He then came back after an hour with a small pastry and a cup of coffee. He leaned over you and slid the pastry and coffee in front of you.

“Here, this is take two of trying to get the blend. What do you think?"

You then tried the coffee, still feeling something off. Hmm, maybe it's that it doesn’t have a big aftertaste."

The man then grabbed the cup, taking a sip.

“I think you're right; I’m not sure what to do as the aftertaste flavor is completely stumped."

“I know the perfect flavor.”

You both turned back to see where the voice was coming from. To both of your surprises, it was Nahida. She then took a seat opposite

you, and you scooted over for Scaramouche to sit by you. “Nahida, what are you doing here?

“I just wanted to check up on how both of you were doing. I’m glad to see you both getting along great. Oh, Y/N, did you enjoy the cake Scara baked?

He tried so hard to make the cake to your liking.”

"NAHIDA, don't tell her that.”

Scaramouche was as red as the strawberries on the cake he made you yesterday. He was blushing, and he seemed to have lost his composure.

"Sorry, Y/N, he seems to be a bit shy, but I hope you enjoyed the cake.”

“I loved the cake and am very grateful for it!.”

“Well Nahida you said you knew the solution to the blend problem.

How do I figure out what to pick for the aftertaste?”

"Well, I knew that I’d be confident that you’d find the solution. Think about the coffee and who it’s made for—the person it’s meant to be given too. Once you have figured all that out, you will be able to make the perfect blend."

Classic Nahida to give such a vague answer.

“Thank you for your wisdom, Nahida. I’m sure he’ll be able to figure out the blend sooner or later.”

The Indigo-haired man sighed and then nodded.

"Well, I should be on my way now. I wouldn’t want to keep you from studying. Goodluck Y/N!”

She then got up and walked away from the cafe. Leaving you and Scaramouche dumbfounded at what just happened. You spoke first, followed by him.

“What do you think she meant by who’s the coffee for?”

The man then blushed heavily and turned around.

"Nothing; she meant nothing. You should study now; it won't be long till your exam.”

He then left and hurried back to work. Maybe leaving quickly runs in the family; who knows?

It was now thirty minutes before the closing of the cafe. You had grown worried since you hadn’t seen Scaramouche since. I mean, of course, it’s his job to work here and not sit and chat idly with customers, but it felt odd that he was here but not with you. It makes sense that he left you so you could study, but he could’ve stopped by to say hello at least. You had grabbed your bag and made your way to the exit of the cafe when you tripped. You had felt yourself fall backwards and closed your eyes, bracing for impact. But it never happened; you never made contact with the ground but instead with someone's arms.

“Caught you bug.”

It was him. Scaramouche, the man you liked, had caught you. You couldn’t help but blush and smile with excitement.

“Why are you smiling, bug?”

“Because I’m finally seeing you."

He then smiled and helped you stand back up.

“I’m glad to hear you're happy to see me.”

"Well, you didn’t come visit me after Nahida came, so I was worried.”

"Well, I was working on perfecting the blend, and I think I have it.”

"Woah, can I try it then?”

"Nope, you’re going to try it tomorrow when you come to tell me how you scored on your final.”

"Boo, that’s so mean.”

“That way, we’ll know if you deserve to try it.”

“Still, what if I do bad tomorrow?”

He then bent down to grab your hand and kiss it.

“I know you won’t do bad tomorrow.”

You blushed, your brain not processing that the man you like just kissed your hand.

“I’ll do my best for your sake, then.”

The man then smiled softly and spoke.

“It’s getting late; you should be on your way home."

“You’re right; I’ll take my leave then.”

The man then kissed your hand once more before letting you go.

“I believe in you one hundred percent.”

You went home that night with a million thoughts racing through your head and your heart beating practically out of your chest. You had gathered enough information to conclude that Scaramouche likes you—at least you think so. Tomorrow, after your exam, if you do well, you swear you're going to tell him your feelings.

You had just gotten out of your final exam. You were stressed going in there and felt like you were going to throw up just taking the exam; however, it was all worth the struggle when you saw your score. You had scored a perfect score. Those long weeks of studying nonstop had paid off, and now you were even more confident to reveal your feelings.

You had made your way to the cafe and walked in following your daily routine, saying hello to Heizou and walking over to your usual spot. You waited for about a minute before the Indigo hair man came.

“So how’d it go, bug?”

He said it, beaming with excitement as if already knowing how it went.

"Well, I got a perfect score on my exam!”

Before saying anything, he rushed in to envelope you in a hug. Holding you tightly, whispering that I knew you could do it, and that’s my bug. When the both of you broke out of the hug, he paused, told you he had something for you, and ran off into the back room. The man then came back carrying a tray holding strawberry shortcake, roses, and a small cup of coffee.

He then slid the strawberry shortcake and small coffee over to you and passed you the bouquet of roses.

“Thank you so much, Scara. This is so sweet of you. Thank you for everything.”

You said this while smelling the roses he gave you. He then pointed to the small cup of coffee.

“I’ve perfected my blend, and I wanted you to taste it to see if it’s to your liking.”

You smiled and drank the coffee. It was amazing, truly perfect, like Scaramouche had said. It was sweet and full of flavor, just as you liked it, but most of all, it was filled with overwhelming care and love

“Scara, this is amazing! It’s the perfect blend! How’d you do this?”

“I thought about what Nahida said, who I wanted to give this coffee to, and what feelings I wanted to express. I wanted to give this coffee to you, so I used items you liked in it, and I wanted to tell you I like you romantically, so I put my all into making this perfect for you.”

The indigo-eyed man was blushing heavily while confessing his love to you.

“Y/N I just couldn’t live without telling you my feelings, knowing I wouldn’t see you as often or at all after finals. I like you so much and want you to stay with me.”

You smiled at the man’s confession and jumped into his arms, enveloping him in a hug like the one he had given you before.

“I like you too, Scara. I want to stay with you as well."

“Thank you for liking me back, Y/N.”

He spoke shyly but in a happy tone. Soon, the two of them broke out of the hug and sat down side by side.

“Hey Scara?”

“Yes, bug?”

“Would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”

Scaramouche gave a pure, genuine smile back at Y/N.

“I’d love to.”

"Well, then my first degree as your girlfriend is that we eat cake.”

You pointed to the cake. You then grabbed the fork and took a bite of the cake.

“Scara, it's delicious; you should try some.”

“I will.”

He said it mischievously, which was then followed by him leaning closer and closer to you. He then moved his hand to cup your cheek and moved closer to you until your lips were inches away. You both could feel each other's breath being inhaled and exhaled.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

He whispered quietly, just low enough for you to hear. You then nodded. He then closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you time and time again. He loved the way your lips were soft and the way you smelled so sweet, as if your scent were mirroring your personality. Finally, when the two of you let go of each other's lips, the Indigo-haired man then smirked.

“The strawberry shortcake was absolutely delicious, right?”

You blushed heavily, the thoughts of what just happened moments ago still repeating through your head.

"Yeah, I think that’s my new favorite method of eating strawberry shortcake.”

"Hmm, is that so?”

“I’m very sure of that.”

"Well, then let’s go again.”

He said he was smiling once more. Leaning closer once more and closing the distance between the both of you once again.

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Invisible String

Synopsis: In this vast universe, we each have one soulmate. One soulmate who understands us more than anything and makes us feel as if fate brought us together. Well, in our universe, we are actually brought together by fate, which to us is this invisible string that slowly pulls us to our soulmate. Over the years, this string pulls you closer to your soulmate's area until your 18th birthday, when the string turns red. This color change makes it so the individual can find their partner by following their red string. Which seems simple, right? However, what happens when your string stays invisible?

Word Count: 2227

A/N: Inspired by the song “Invisible String.”

Today was your 18th birthday, also known as the day you were supposed to find your soulmate. It was all you had dreamed of since you were young and first heard the story of the red string that ties people together. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate, wondering what they would be like or their interests, among other things. You were so excited that you couldn’t wait anymore for your birthday, waiting by the clock, counting the seconds before it hit midnight. Then it happened: the clock struck midnight, and your birthday had come. You then closed your eyes, envisioning the red string that would be around your pinky like all the other people who found their soulmates had. Then you opened your eyes, and there was nothing. No red string. Trying not to panic, you decided to fall asleep and hope it would appear in the morning.

Then morning came, and nothing appeared. You were still without a string and very confused about why so. You know the red string only has a connector when the later person's birthday has passed, but you had no string showing at all. Even if your birthday was first, you’d have a red string but no connector yet. Other possibilities ran through your head, like how you had heard in the past of people having a cut-off red string due to their soulmate dying young. But you had concluded that this was not what had happened to you since there was no string at all for you. This was clearly a different situation. Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind. I mean, it really was your birthday today, and you had a birth certificate to prove it, so what exactly was going on? After the confusion set in, you decided to go to school, hoping maybe your string would appear if you were in close proximity to your soulmate, as well as checking out the library for any unusual, invisible-red string occurrences.

You had finally made it to your school’s vast library. Today, you dressed inconspicuously since it was your birthday, and there was bound to be attention since there was to everyone who had recently turned eighteen. You didn’t want to be bombarded by people asking who your soulmate was or if you were close to finding them when your invisible string didn’t even turn red, leading you to them. You had finally found the red-string section in the library. It was in the corner at the very end of the library, almost as if it were hidden. You had then found a book that seemed to have exactly what you were looking for, judging by the title, and as you were grabbing a book, you felt another hand over yours.

“I need that book. Let go.”

You froze, recognizing the voice. It was Scaramouche, a man who had many titles to you. Such as an academic genius, classmate, longtime friend, and someone you had been pining over for years. You then realized that he hadn’t recognized you. Not wanting to come clean, you decided to usher back words to him in your deepest, manliest voice.

“No.”

He cocked his head over and moved closer, trying to get a better view.

“Give me the book.”

“I said no!”

He then grabbed the book with more force, causing you to turn around and reveal yourself.

“I-It’s you?”

He was stunned, to say the least, so much so that he dropped the book we were just fighting about.

“Hey?”

You said with a shy wave, extremely embarrassed. You tried impersonating a man to get out of him seeing you.

“Y/N, why were you impersonating a man?"

“It’s none of your business what I do in my free time.”

“It is when it involves that book.”

He then pointed to the book on the floor, reached down to pick it up, and placed it back in his arms.

“Listen, I need that book more than you, so hand it over.”

“Isn’t it your birthday today?”

You froze once more and then broke out into laughter. Which caused him to just stare at you silently, not speaking a word until your laughter turned into tears.

"Yeah, it is, and as you can see, I have no red string.”

“Is that why you need the book?”

“Yes, I need to research this phenomenon. I mean, when has this ever happened before to someone?"

“I’m afraid I can’t give you the book.”

“Why? Something is seriously wrong with me, and I need an idea of how to fix it."

He paused for a second before pulling back the sleeve on his arm, revealing a cut gold string. Man, his situation was more puzzling than yours. All you could even muster up to say after that were the words...

“What happened to you?”

He was quiet for a minute, as if fighting through hesitation, when he finally spoke.

“As you know, strings only turn red when the birthday of the later-born person has passed.”

“Yes.”

"Well, my birthday was first, and because of that, the string was red and visible to me but had no connector. Which is a very normal occurrence while waiting for the other to turn eighteen. However, a lot was going on, and as a result, I cut my string to save that person from having a soulmate like me.”

“Scara, that's so dumb.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Scara, It’s not up to you to single-handedly sever bonds; it's up to the both of you. You make yourself out to be this horrible, troubled person who only causes harm to others, but you're not. You're really kind and caring to others, even if you might not outwardly show it. The care is there. Like when you accidentally hit Tighnari in the face with a dodgeball and felt so bad the next day, you brought him numerous bottles to hydrate since you know he dehydrates easily. Or how you did Nilou’s class cleaning before she entered the room so she could not worry about it and work on her school dance performance. There are so many instances of you softly helping others, so why don’t you think you're capable of being someone's soulmate?"

He wasn’t saying anything. I was just staring at the ground. Oh shoot. Did I piss him off? I was just saying what I thought, but if I really pissed him off, how am I going to deal with this? He then finally made eye contact with you.

“The thought of me being unlovable has been instilled in me at an early age; it’s not something that changes overnight. It takes time, and it’s not something fate can change.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, with him being so degrading to himself. So you rushed forward and grabbed his hand with a tight, firm grasp. Which caused your hoodie to fall off your head and caused him to drop the book once more on the floor.

“But it is something fate can change. Fate told you this string leads to your soulmate. Someone who’s your perfect match and will always be there for you. Someone who will make jokes and provide comfort when you're sad, make you warm soup when you're sick, patch you up when you're injured, and share the simple joys of life with you. I know that someone is out there for you and that you deserve that love.”

Then suddenly, there was a spark between both of you. It was your hands that were holding each other. It was odd; the spark didn’t hurt; it felt warm and comforting, actually. Both of you, confused, decided to open up your hands, and inside Scaramouche's gold string was now at full length attached to something else. Your gold string You both were soulmates.

“You're my soulmate?”

“I am Y/N.”

He said he was relieved, with a smile breaking through his face, followed by a few tears on his face.

“What’s wrong, Scara?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for?”

“A few months ago, I figured out you were my soulmate after seeing how fate would always pull us closer together. I wanted you to have someone better than me, so I cut the red string so you could find another soulmate. But then, today on your birthday, the cut red string turned gold, and I knew something was up. So I came here to do research, and I didn’t think I’d find you here, and I just felt so guilty. I regret cutting that string. I want you to be my soulmate, not someone else's, because you belong with me.”

You were taken aback by his words. He severed your connection? Because he thought he wasn't worth it? He wants you to stay as his soulmate?

“I want to stay your soulmate too, and geez, if you knew I was your soulmate, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared you would’ve stopped me from severing the bond.”

"Well, no use in that, because our bond was brought back stronger than ever.”

You said you were pinking up your pinky finger, showing your gold string attached to his.

“That still leaves the question: why is our string gold and not red?"

"Well, that’s what the book is for; let's read it then.”He then picked up the book, and the both of you opened the book up, flipping to a section with gold strings. You both then started reading out loud to each other.

“It says our bond is stronger than that of a red string. The string, when separated, turns gold when the other individual has strong feelings for their soulmate even through separation.”

“Because of the strong feelings behind it, the string turns gold, and when reunited with their original soulmate, the string is put back together when they both realize they want to stay soulmates.”

You both then closed the book and looked up at each other.

“You like me, like me.”

You said it with a smile.

“Well, you are my soulmate.”

He said it with a shy grin, as if trying to still deny his feelings.

“But besides that, you really do have feelings for me; if not, our strings would’ve stayed separated.”

“Fine, I do have feelings for you; I’ve had them for a while. Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve given my world light. You’re like a sun that is always there to brighten up my day and cheer others up. Also, like the sun, slowly throughout time, I realized I couldn’t live in a world without you. You’re everything to me, and I’m so eternally grateful that you're my soulmate. I feel like I won the lottery. I want you to stay my soulmate and by my side forever.”

“Thank you. I also want to be your soulmate and by your side forever and ever. Like I said, soulmates are supposed to always be there for each other, and I know we will be.”

“Then let’s make us soulmates official, the way we were supposed to turn our strings into rings.”

He said with a cheeky grin, You knew what he was referring to too.

“You know, if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just said something.”

“Fine, I want to kiss you.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, interlocking it in yours once again. He then leaned down to kiss you. His mouth against yours was a warm feeling. It felt like you would never be the same once he pulled away. You wanted to stay like this with him forever. He then pulled away from your mouth before going in again and again. Maybe you really were his sun. Someone he couldn’t live without. He then pulled away and grabbed your hand to eye length before pointing out your golden strings were gone and instead replaced by a gold ring.

“It's a beautiful gold ring.”

“It sure beats the red ones.”

“Definitely, soulmate.”

“Is that your new word of the day? Soulmate?”

“Yes, because that means my love for you was something even fate approves.”

“That’s cheesy.”

“I know you like it.”

“Maybe a little.”

He said it coyly before bending down and moving his lips to kiss your hand. It made your whole facial expression change from being content to being completely flustered.

“Thank you for being my soulmate, Y/N.”

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

The both of you then walked to class holding each other's hands, the happiest both of you had ever been in a long time. Followed by even happier memories in the future as the two of you would spend your lives together, always loving each other. 

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Starstruck

Synopsis: A month ago, Lesser Lord Kusanali announced that Sumeru would be having its very first masquerade ball. She explained that it would take place in the Palace of Alcazarzaray and set two ground rules. Rule number one: no one is allowed to take off their masks at the event. Rule number two: you can only give hints about one's identity and are allowed to guess so. She exclaimed that the event would be fun, and she encouraged everyone to attend.

Word Count: 2475

A/N: I loved the concept of this :>

Since knowing the news of the masquerade ball, you have been running around town to find the perfect ball gown and mask to hide your identity. You were excited for the upcoming event, almost putting it above everything, except your feelings for him. You wondered if he would be attending the ball too. Who was he? It was the Wanderer; he was your partner for a big project within the Akademiya. During the time you both were working together, you two managed to grow closer, becoming friends, with residual feelings lingering on your side. At first, all you could think about was how insufferable he was and how you would have wished to get another partner. However, as time went on, all you could think about was how grateful you were to have him as your partner and how you couldn’t go a day without him being around. Hence, to why you were wondering if he would be at the ball. Everyone in Sumeru was supposed to be at the ball; that’s why you were hoping he would be too. You hadn’t seen the Indigo hair boy since the Dendro Archon’s announcement. It was as if he had disappeared without saying a word. You went asking around, during the time of his disappearance, from people in the Akademiya to people you would meet on the street, but no luck. The boy was gone from your sight.

The day of the ball came, and you had rushed home early to get ready. Your theme for the ball was to have something inspired by the stars. You had picked out a gorgeous blue-gray dress to wear to the ball. It was a sleeveless long gown with different sections of tulle decreasing as the gown went down. The top was corset-like, with the top part of it being the dress color and the bottom of it being embedded with small little stars. You did your hair as you planned and placed some small diamond stars on it. Your shoes were beautiful heels comparable to those of Cinderella, and then you put on your mask, the most important part of the ball. It was a white mask with outlines of blue around the eyeholes. It had blue embedded leaves on it with small pink stars on the corner, followed by pearls around and strings of gold at the end. You were all set to go to the ball; you felt content with your style choices. So, you really should be happy, but you left home with a heavy heart, wondering if you would find the Indigo eye boy today.

You had arrived at the ball, making your way through the palace doors. Walking in, you could see the archon mingling with her people, who seemed to be having a grand time. There was music blasting, and you could see the people dancing along. You then noticed a very familiar fox boy who had green hair leading back to his black roots talking with a white haired red-eyed male on the dance floor. You could hear one of them commenting on the other dance moves and the other saying to just go with it. You then saw the fox boy sigh and agree to dance. It was pretty easy to guess who those two were after hearing that conversation. Then, as you walked over to the buffet, you heard two men arguing. They were arguing about the architecture of the palace, with the blonde hair boy going on and on about the historical value while the gray hair boy brought up the other living situation. You did not want to get involved in this quarrel, so you continued walking until you found a balcony at the palace. 

The balcony was peaceful and had a clear view of the stars, which were just what you wanted to see. I mean, after all, you had based your whole outfit on the stars. You were admiring the view when you saw something from the corner of your eye that caught your attention. An indigo-haired boy walked to stand beside you on the balcony. He wore an outfit inspired by the stars. In his hair were a star hair pin and gold-dangling star earrings. He wore a purple top with a star in the middle, and then it was as if two fabrics crossed his chest, one being white and the other a mixture of purple and black. His shorts were purple, with a white, thin rope going across with a dangling, small star attached. Speaking of stars, it was a beautiful mix of purple and gold with small stars spread across. It was easy to say that the boy was breathtaking. You were starstruck just looking at him. It was as if he was the brightest star in the world.

“I like your outfit.”

He turned to face you, flashing a mesmerizing smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you. Can I ask your name?”

“I can’t do that, mister; remember the rules of the ball?”

"Aha, smart girl; well, smart for a mortal.”

That word, "mortal," It sounded just like something the Wanderer would say. It would explain the man’s indigo hair and eyes that matched. But that’s just a theory; after all, you don’t know for sure if that was him. I mean, he's been missing, remember?

“Mortal? You sound like someone I know."

You paused, waiting to hear his reaction to your words. Maybe he’d flinch? Or you’d get a telltale sign it wasn’t him.

“I’m not sure what you're talking about, Y/N.”

You froze; he knew who you were! How? What gave it away? You, out of nerves, began to scrunch your nose as a way to further your thinking about what was going on. Thinking rationally, you had never met this man before, so how would he know who you are or how to recognize you? Having limited options, you decided to lie and see how far it would go. Maybe he was just senselessly guessing.

“That’s not who I am; you're wrong star boy.”

“Starboy, is it? Is that my new name? I’d like to believe that my worth is that much higher than a star, one that surpasses even the heavens themselves. Plus, I know it’s you, Y/N.”

“Once again, I’m not Y/N; I’m someone else, and you won’t know my identity, okay?"

Then the starboy next to you turned to face you, grabbing your hand in the matter, and spoke confidently with his words, so confident that after they were said, a pink blush spread across his face.

“I know your Y/N because of your mannerisms and tone of speech. Like how you scrunch your nose when you're nervous or use your hands a lot when you talk. It’s small things like that that I know your Y/N."

You were shocked. This was definitely someone you knew, but who? His hair matched that of the Wanderer, but he had been missing for a month; it couldn't possibly be him.

“Fine, I admit defeat, but you recognizing all that means you're definitely someone I know.”

"Well, that's for a mortal like you to find out."

He was cocky, making it seem like a challenge to find out his identity.

“Well, according to the rules of the ball, I can ask you questions about your identity. Isn't that correct?”

"I didn't know a mortal like you could read, but yes, that is correct.”

Choosing to ignore his insult, you thought carefully about what questions to ask him that could confirm his identity.

“My first question is, have I met you personally?”

He feigned innocence on the question.

“I mean maybe or maybe not. It’s up to you to find out Y/N.”

“Don’t call me that out loud; people aren't supposed to know others' identities.”

"Stargirl, it is then.”

"Well, then answer my question, for real this time.”

“Fine, I do know you, stargirl, quite well, actually.”

“My second question is, do you attend the Akademiya?”

“Nope, I’m not answering personal questions like that. That would make it easy for me to find out, and we don’t want that, do we? I won’t answer super personal questions like that, and you just wasted a question.”

“What? That’s not fair. I didn’t know.”

“That’s common sense, stargirl. But, since I’m so generous, I’ll give you five questions.”

Ugh. He was infuriating, but you had faith you could still do this.

“My third question is, why did you choose to center your outfit around the stars?”

“I believe the stars are capable of making great things happen, such as making wishes come true and bringing people together. Not that it’s any mortal like you’s business, but there is someone I’d like to be brought together with.”

He seemed shy saying this, but it was a step closer to his identity.

“Now, my fourth question: do you like cats?”

“I will admit, I do enjoy their company.”

Now it was time for your fifth and final question. It was this or nothing; you had to think carefully about what you would ask the male, and then you got it.

“Starboy, are you in love?”

“Love?”

“Are you in love with someone?”

“I’m in love with you, stargirl.”

Your heart stopped. What if this really was the Wanderer? He matches the answers to the questions you asked. But is the Wanderer in love with you the way you are with him? However, before you could respond to the boy, he ran off. You ran with all your might to catch up to him. He was only a few seconds ahead of you, which doesn't seem hard to catch up to, but with heels, it was. You were running and, at this point, shouting for him.

“Starboy! Come back” 

No response.

“Please, listen to me!"

No response yet again.

He was already going down the stairs. You then had an idea. Well, a gamble, hoping it was true that he did love you as he said he did.

"Hey, Starboy, look up at me!"

You then waved your arms and jumped down the stairs, shutting your eyes and bracing for impact. You hoped this boy actually loves you enough to save you. Then you felt warmth; he had saved you. You were in his arms as he carried you bridal style.

“You idiot! What if I wasn't here to catch you or didn’t look back.”

“That was a gamble I was willing to take.”

"Well, don’t do that ever again. You're always doing dumb stuff like this at the Akademiya or when we go out to eat. Like that one time you fell into a river trying to save a cat or when you fell into a bookshelf trying to get a book you wanted me to try.” 

He then swiftly covered his mouth, a red blush spreading across his face like fire.

“Wanderer?”

“No, that's not me; you must have confused me with someone else.”

“No, it is you. You're the only one who was around me at that time. It’s you, Wanderer; that’s your identity.”

"Maybe I am him, okay?”

You were right! You felt content knowing now that the boy you love, loves you back, but it begs the question. Why did he leave? 

“Wanderer, why did you disappear for a month? You left me alone for a month without contact. It was so lonely, and so many bad thoughts ran through my head during that time.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know my explanation might not help, but I do have one. You see, I have close relations with the Dendro archon, so for the month I was helping her set up for the ball. I meant to tell you; I just didn’t know how, and when I figured it out, I felt it was too late. So, I was just watching you from afar for a while. I’m really sorry, Y/N; I should’ve been better.”

“It’s okay; it just better not ever happen again.”

You chuckled at his response, then reached up to lift up his mask. You saw his gorgeous face; this was your indigo hair boy. You then broke out into a smile and lifted up your mask—not that it made a difference since he already knew who you were. 

“Also, going back to your love confession earlier. I love you too, dummy. I have for a long time now.”

He was stunned that you had actually returned his feelings.

“You love me?”

“Yes, I do more than anything.”

“Y/N, there was another reason my outfit was star-themed; I wanted to match with you and hoped that us dressed as two stars would bring us together. Y/N, you're my star; you light up my world, and you have ever since you came into my life. I want to be with you forever, united as lovers, because I truly do love you.”

You felt starstruck by his love confession; it was so full of love.

“I want to be your lover too.”

“Then let’s make it official.”

He then turned, moving closer to you, and placed one hand on your cheek. 

“May I?”

You nodded eagerly, excited for what was to come. 

He then kissed you; it was the perfect moment, and you two could practically feel each other smiling. After a few minutes, he pulled away from you, smiling, and then back again, until you both ran out of breath. He then put you down from his arms and placed his hand into yours.

“Shall we get back to the ball?”

“Yes!.”

You both then walked back to the ball hand in hand, with a new love brought between you both by the stars.

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Purr-Plexed Feelings

Synopsis: You and the Wanderer were sent out by Nahida on a commission to deliver confidential information to Tighnari. On the way, your map fell into a river, leaving the both of you without directions. While looking for a way too, you both ran into an indigo fur cat in need of a home. You, being the saint you are, decided to adopt it, noting its close resemblance to the boy next to you. Also known as the boy you had been pining for, for months. However, as time goes on, the boy becomes jealous of the amount of attention you’ve been giving the feline instead of him. I mean, the real Wanderer is right here. So why not show attention to him instead? Maybe even tell him you love him?

A/N: Pretend the cat in the image looks like Scarameow pls :>

Word Count: 2243

It’s been a few months since Nahida decided to take you under her wing. She and the Wanderer were walking around Ardravi Valley when Nahida spotted you unconscious and flowing down a river heading straight to a waterfall. Before you could fall down the waterflow, she had the Wanderer fly down to save you. After a few minutes, you woke up, with amnesia not remembering a thing. Nahida tried her best to bring back your memories; however, no matter what she tried they wouldn't come back. She thought it was suspicious and decided to have you under her wing because of this amnesia. Additionally, she thought having you near her would give the Wanderer an option to make a friend. Around the second month, something finally clicked and you got your memories back. However, your past memories weren't pleasant and you made the decision with everyone's agreement to stay in Sumeru and continue helping Nahida. This help consisted of going on little missions for Nahida with the Wanderer. Due to this, you and the Wanderer have gotten closer and see each other a lot. You two have become friends well with you hoping it would turn into something more. 

Today’s little mission consisted of delivering a special document filled with confidential information to Tighnari. You were carrying a backpack with the document inside and the map of the Avidya Forest. While the Wanderer, as he said it, was carrying “moral support” for you both. Getting confused on directions, you took out the map to get a better sense of where you were going. You guys took many lefts and rights but still had no luck getting to the rendezvous point Nahida and Tighnari agreed on. “Are you sure you're reading that right? Or did you lose the ability to read?” “Of course, I’m reading the map right.” You said that and then placed the map closer to your face, making you lose awareness of the environment around you. Suddenly, you fell. Knowing you were going down, you shut your eyes and braced for impact with the ground, but it never came. You didn’t feel the ground; instead, you felt something warm. You then slowly opened your eyes to see that the indigo-haired boy was holding you. When you were heading for the ground, he was able to use his anemo vision to push you back, making you land against his chest with his arms wrapped around you. “You saved me?” You said puzzled and still trying to make sense of what just happened. He then turned in the other direction to hide his light pink face. “I-I wasn't going to let you fall. Mortals are fragile, so I didn't want you to break.” He was warm; being wrapped around his arms was warm; hearing his heartbeat was warm; just being near him made you feel warm. A few seconds of silence then passed until he spoke once again. “Where's the map?” You then in panic made your way out of his grasp to check the surrounding area. There was no luck; the map was gone. “Hahaha, hat guy, did you see the map go off?” “Don’t call me that, and it probably got blown away by the wind when you almost fell.” “If it got blown away by the wind, how are we going to make it to the rendezvous point?” You said with clear panic setting in. "Well, luckily for you, I remember where the rendezvous point is.” He was prideful of his assertion, placing his hands on his hips. “You do?” He then turned around to face the other way, as if hiding himself from your gaze. “Well, I know where it is, just not how to get there.” “So we’re basically lost, then?” He then swiftly turned around, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. “Hey, you were the one whose job was guiding us. Mine was moral support.” “Left or right.” "What?” “I said left or right hat guy." "Left.” “We’ll head left then; let's go.” Just like that, you led the indigo hair boy to the left, hoping it would get you to the rendezvous point. Boy, were you wrong.

It was getting darker outside than when you initially entered the forest. “We’ve been lost for hours” “Well if someone had done their job.” “I know but besides the rendezvous how are we even going to get out of here.” “It's typical for a mortal like you to be lost.” “I’ll let you know your lost too, hat guy.” “Once again, don't call me that.” This bickering continued for another twenty minutes as you followed the same left direction. It only stopped when the Wanderer heard a meow from the bushes ahead of you. “Did you hear that?” “Hear what? Not all of us have godlike hearing, you know?” “There's an animal in those bushes over there.” He then pointed to the bushes in front of you and you saw them shake a bit. “Do you know what type it is?” “My guess would be a cat, but there's only one way to find out.” He then sheepishly smiled and pushed you in front of the bushes. “Thanks for having my back!” You said and then looked through the bushes. He was correct, it was a cat. The cat had indigo fur that matched its eye color, with a bell around its neck. “It’s so cute!” You exclaimed, holding it up in the air for the Wanderer to also see. “Only a mortal would swoon over a cat.” He said while turning to face the direction opposite of you. You then got the idea to bring the cat closer to him. “Pet the cat” “What?” “Pet this adorable cat. You know you want too.” He reluctantly petted the cat and while doing so his face changed to a tint of pink. “So did you like it?” “Maybe just a bit, but that doesnt fix the problem that we are still lost here.” “You're right, I still have no idea how we’re gonna get out. Maybe the cat knows.” “Why would the cat know, Y/N?” “It never hurts to ask.” You then turned your head towards the cute feline in your arms. “Hey, do you know where we can find Tighnari?” The cat, as if understanding what you were saying nodded and jumped off your arms and ran off. “After that cat!” The Wanderer then grabbed your hand and started running.

You two then both ran after that cat until you found Tighnari. You were out of breath, panting, while saying,“The cat actually led us here?” “I guess so, you were right to ask the cat Y/N.” After you caught your breath, you looked up seeing Tighnari petting the little critter. He spoke gently, but with hints of sass on certain words, “I’m glad to see you both made it. I was going to say, I hope you didn't mind. I was an hour late to the rendezvous since an emergency broke out with some forest rangers. However, it looks like you two were late as well so it all worked out.” “We wouldn’t have been late if Y/N didn't lose the map.” “Well we wouldn't have been late if the Wanderer had picked a direction other than left.” “I don't think Nahida would want to hear of you two fighting.” You and the Wanderer then straightened up both saying apologies to the man. “I should then give you this, Tighnari.” You then opened your backpack to give him the document you were sent to deliver to him from Nahida. The Wanderer then chimed in, “The Dendro Archon sends her regards.” “Thank you, please tell her I said hello. As for this… He then picked up the cat and walked over putting it into your arms. Y/N you should take the cat. He’s looking for a home and has told me he has quite enjoyed your company. Besides, I’m sure you’d make a great pet owner.” “Thank you and I’d love to take this cat in.” Tighnari then looked up and back at you two, “It’s getting dark, you two should make your way back home. He then pulled something out of his bag and placed it into the Wanderer’s map. Here's a map so you both can get home quicker.” “Thank you, Tighnari!” You said, with gleam. After that, your goodbyes were said and you made your way with the Wanderer back to your mutual housing. 

Fast forward a few weeks later, you’ve noticed the Wanderer always has a change of tone when you bring up your cat. You named him Scarameow, named after the Wanderer’s old self mixed with the word meow. This was due to their similar appearance and habits. You both haven't been sent on any missions for a while so you both have been stuck staying in your mutual house. Originally, it was the house the Wanderer was staying in when he wasn't with Nahida, but since she took you under your wing she had you stay in the house too. You both have your own rooms of course, but lately the Wanderer has been barging into yours with always something to go about. Such as: “How come Scarameow gets to sleep in and you wake me up?” “That’s because you're a grown adult and I need help with the dishes.” “How come Scarameow gets to lay wherever?” “That’s because he’s super cute.” In these examples he seems like he doesn’t like Scarameow; however, I’ve noticed in private when he thinks no one is watching he acts loving to the feline. He gives Scarameow pets, treats, affection, love, and belly rubs, but only when he thinks no one is watching. Which begs the question, why doesn't he like Scarameow? Or at least why does he pretend not to like him? You decided to observe the Wanderer, his actions and reactions every time the cat is around. Then after a while, it clicked and you came up with a theory. 

Wanting to put your theory into action, you invited the Wanderer into your room to hang out and play together with Scarameow. He reluctantly agreed, but came and played with Scarameow for a few minutes. You then decided to put your plan into action. You then picked up Scarameow and gave him tons of hugs and kisses, followed by words of praise. Going like, “You're the cutest being in the whole whole whole world, Scarameow! The cutest indigo cat I’ve ever seen.” "Why do you even say those things, Y/N?" “Why not. He's so cute; he looks just like you too.” “That’s why the real thing is right here, so why not just care for me instead?" You froze; did you just hear him, right? I mean, you expected a reaction from him, but not that one. He then spoke, "Listen, you can disregard what I just said; it's fine.” He then turned embarrassed, making his way to the door until you grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “No, you're not leaving. I don’t want you to leave.” “You don't want me to…leave?” “Yeah, I don’t want you to leave.” “Why so?” “Because I want to care for you. You're right, I show this cat tons of affection, but a part of it might be because it reminds me of you. Wanderer, I have feelings for you, as in romantic ones.” The words I’ve been holding on to for so long were said. I was nervous waiting for his response, but then it finally came: “I have feelings for you too, Y/N. I have for a long time. At first, I tried to suppress them, thinking, how can someone like you ever like someone like me. But, when you got Scarameow, just something in me clicked: I wanted to be the one you love and want as a partner.” His face was as red as a lobster, and he seemed flustered by the love confession he just made. “I want you to be my partner too.” You said this as you grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Suddenly, you hear a "meow." “Hat guy, now that you have confessed to me, you must hug Scarameow. Also, please don’t hide your feelings for my cat. I know you like to give him belly rubs and hugs when I’m not looking.” “I-I do not.” He said it with a red expression still on his face. "Yeah, yea, just don’t hide it.” Just like that, you and the Wanderer had become partners with a love that would last for eternity, with Scarameow included as well.

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The Pink Bunny Umbrella

Synopsis: Lately, you’ve been on a failing streak in regards to your chemistry exams. You, wanting to actually pass the class, seek out a chemistry tutor. Who’s your tutor, you might ask? None other than Scaramouche, your grouchy upperclassman. But what happens one day when you're stuck after school together during a rainstorm with no umbrella? 

Word Count: 2346

A/N: Inspired by a cute pink bunny umbrella I saw.

A few weeks ago, you got your chemistry exam back. You had studied for a week straight for this exam. You skipped sleeping, eating, and basically breathing all to ensure a good grade on this exam. What was your exam score, you might ask? Thirty-five. You got a thirty-five on your exam. You instantly dropped your head on your desk. Not again. Not again. No matter what you do before your chemistry exams, you always end up getting these same low grades without fail. You're not quite sure why, you know you're not stupid just chemistry isn't your subject. But you just can't grasp why, no matter what you do, you still fail badly on your chemistry exams.

After getting your grade, you vowed your next exam would be different and walked straight to your school's board of academic information. You saw a flier for free tutoring offered within the school. You took note of the flier's main phone number and called it. They helped you sort everything out and assigned you the perfect chemistry tutor. They said he’s never gotten below a ninety-eight on his chemistry exams and that his previous teachers loved him. They told you his name was Scaramouche and that your first meeting would be the first day of next week. Hmm. You could've sworn something about his name that seemed familiar when you were told it, but if you can't remember, it must've not been that important.

Fast forward a week; it was time for your first meeting with your chemistry tutor. You guys had agreed to meet at the library at four right after school ended. He texted you that he was already there and was wearing a white shirt with black on the shoulders, along with some gray headphones that lay around his neck. His text messages were very blunt and vague, so you hoped you would be able to find him for your tutoring session. You walked in and saw him immediately, and then the realization hit: you did know him. He was an upperclassman well known for his temper and grouchy attitude toward others. You would be lying to say that you weren't scared to approach him, but you couldn’t help but notice something soft about him. He looked so gentle, sitting there doing homework with his indigo hair that looked like the softest thing you’ve ever seen. Maybe the rumors about him weren't true? I mean, how can someone who looks so gentle right now be so mean?

You then decided to walk over to your chem tutor and start your session. “Hello, I’m Y/N; you must be my chemistry tutor? Scaramouche?” “Oh. So you're the person I’m tutoring. Sit down then; let’s get this over with.” He was sharp, and his words were condescending. Your first tutoring session with him went okay. You could easily tell he was knowledgeable in the subject, which made the gaps in your knowledge compared to his more noticeable. He explained concepts thoroughly just sometimes you would near to hear it multiple times for it to go through your brain since the math in chemistry was throwing you off. There was always a noticeable change in his tone when he would have to explain things again, and sometimes he would not bother too. He was an odd guy. When your session ended, he just upped and left without saying a word. He’s an odd guy.

Fast forward now; your tutoring sessions have been about the same as the first time just now he’s grown more insulting. You don’t get how to do a certain word with gas laws? Bam! “Are you deaf or just stupid? Nevermind that, we’ll go over it again.” You get confused with problems involving finding the sum of coefficients? Bam! “How do you not know how to even do this? Fine, we’ll go over it again.” You get the picture. He would make small comments or mutter under his breath, but then stay extra time with me to make sure I understood the concept. He was an odd guy.

Today was our last tutor session before your chemistry exam tomorrow. Hopefully, this time you would score a passing grade or at least higher than a thirty-five. You had arrived early today at your usual time as a way to do some extra practice before he got here. Unfortunately for you, he got here only five minutes before you. He was wearing the same outfit he did the first time you met. He still looks as captivating and gentle as he did back then. “I see someone’s early today.” "Well, you know what they say: the early bird gets the worm.” “Let’s hope you reach the worm tomorrow and get a good grade in that exam. I mean, after all, you’ve had my help, so you're bound to pass.” “You're as self-centered as always, I see.” “I wouldn’t call it being self-centered; I’m saying it as it is. Now let’s get to reviewing so you can actually pass that exam.” He ended the conversation with a smirk.

He’s as cocky as ever. As you can see, during the past few weeks, you two have gotten more comfortable around each other. Well comfortable enough for you two to bicker at each other. But along with that, something within you has changed. You started looking forward to your sessions with him more than normal or just looking forward to being around him. You were developing feelings for the Indigo haired boy and little did you know so was he.

Your study session today went without a hitch, with you clearly having a grasp on the material. Scaramouche even muttered a compliment to you so lowly that you could barely hear it. But regardless, you felt confident for tomorrow. You had both finished reviewing early and had decided it was best for you to go home and rest, then study some more.

As you both walked to the exit doors of your school, you noticed the heavy rain. “Scara, hypothetically speaking, would you happen to have an umbrella?” “Why would you need a hypothetical umbrella? Just get yours out of your backpack. You’ve mentioned before that you watch the weather report with your mother, so just get your umbrella out.” You went silent and turned as red as a beet. "Haha, about that... I kind of didn't watch yesterday because I was pre-studying for the exam tomorrow.” He just stared in shock and annoyance and said, “You idiot.” “Well, but don’t you have an umbrella, Scara?” “I do not; I had no idea it would be raining.” “You, the all-mighty Scaramouche with perfect chemistry scores, did not know it was going to be raining?” He stayed silent for a few seconds before erupting his words, “It’s not like you knew either, so what are we going to do about this?” “Maybe we can walk it?” You spoke too soon. Right after those words left your mouth, you heard thunder and the sound of the rain getting heavier. "Well, you definitely caused that thunder to appear, so we can't walk it. We can either wait it out or look for an umbrella.” “Looking for an umbrella, it is. To lost and found we go,” you say confidently, and you start making your way over to lost and found with Scaramouche behind you until something odd happens.

He was scared. You had heard thunder strike again once more, but for some reason you decided to turn around when it did. You had seen Scaramouche with an expression of fear on his face. “Hey, are you okay?” “Um yea, I’m fine Y/N, I just have bad memories associated with thunder.” “Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. If it gets too much you're always welcome to hold my hand to calm down.” Uh oh. You had said that without thinking. Surely he’s going to call you an idiot right now for even suggesting that. “Thanks for the offer Y/N.” He said softly and shyly. Was he actually okay with holding my hand? I stuck my hand out for the Indigo eyed man to grab. For the rest of the way to lost and found we held hands, but not a single word was said to each other.

We then reached the lost and found section. “Okay there are two big bins. You go through one and I’ll do the other.” “No.” “No?” “I don’t want to let go.” He looked to the ground with a shy expression, clearly embarrassed with a red blush spreading across his face. “Oh.” My heart skipped a beat, well maybe a few beats. He doesn't want to let go? No, I shouldn't think too deep into this. It's just because he's scared and nothing else. You guys stayed holding hands looking through bins until you had found something. “Scara, I found an umbrella!” You picked it up, it was a pink umbrella with bunny ears sticking out on the top with a cute face put in the middle of it. “Oh, it's a pink bunny.” “What don't tell me you got something against pink bunnies?” “I don't, it's just an eccentric thing to leave here.” “You know, bunnies are said to bring good luck. Maybe we’ll get some by being under this umbrella.” “Maybe, I just wonder who would own a thing like this.” “Well it's our ticket out of this school so let's use it.” He nodded and you guys, still hands interlocked, made your way to the exit of the school. You guys made it to the exit, upon you finally making it he let go of your hand. 

It felt odd. Your hand felt cold without the warmth of his, your fingers felt lonely without his intertwined, and most of all, you felt odd without his hand wrapped around yours. What an odd feeling. He then opened the bunny umbrella and ushered for you to get in. You did as he said; the space between you two was very limited, as you two were now only a couple inches away from each other. “You're kind of close." “You were literally holding my hand a couple minutes ago; you don’t get to talk about closeness.” He burst out laughing. Scaramouche was laughing. “You're too funny, you know? It's moments like this that I enjoy being with you.” You did a double take. Enjoy being with me? He enjoys hanging around me. As you tried processing what he just said, he started walking, and you followed under the bunny umbrella. “You enjoy hanging out with me?” You said, smiling uncontrollably. "Maybe I do. What’s it to you?” “I also enjoy hanging out with you, and it would be nice if we did it more often.” He then blushed, trying to hide his face with his spare hand that wasn't holding the umbrella. “Hang out more, as in out of school?” “I think you're catching my drift, Scara.” “You would want to hang out with me instead of someone else?” “Of course I would! You're fun to be around, and plus, there's never a dull moment when I’m around you. There’s no one I would want to hang out with more.” You beamed a smile, clearly tugging at his heartstrings. “I want to hang out with you too, Y/N. No, actually, it's more than that. It’s greedy, but I want more of you—more of your smile, more of your laugh, more of your comfort, even more of your dumb questions. I want to go on a date with you, Y/N, because I truly do have feelings for you.” He was as red as a lobster at this point. “I would love to go on a date with you too, Scara. I also have feelings for you; I’m not sure when they started, but they’ve been growing every time I see you. I used to hate chemistry, but not so much now because it brought me to you.” He seemed touched and sentimental about what you had said about your relationship with him. He then stopped walking and turned to look at you, to see your expressions for what he was about to do. He moved his hand onto your cheek and caressed it gently before asking you an important question. “Y/N, may I kiss you?” You nodded with a smile. He then swooped down and kissed you gently. It was the best experience of your life. He then broke the kiss and was as red as he had been throughout all this. He then moved his hand to grab your arm and place it on his so a part of you would be even closer to him.

You guys continued walking and made your way to the train station that would take you two home. During the walk, you guys just talked about date ideas, finally deciding on going to an amusement park. It was time to part ways, as you two had different trains. "Good luck tomorrow, Y/N; tell me how your exam goes.” “Of course!” you said with a smile before hopping on your train.

You had just gotten your exam back. You had passed! You had gotten a ninety on the exam. The first thing you did after receiving your score was text Scaramouche to meet up with you at the library after school ended. It was time; you guys had met up, and upon seeing the indigo eye boy, you had tackled him into a hug. “I passed Scara!” He then reciprocated by ruffling your hair, saying, “That’s my smart girl. I knew you had it in you.” “Thank you for helping me pass my exam.” “I think your passing should be celebrated.” “How so?” “Wanna go out to eat? Your choice?” “Yes!” The both of you then walked off the school grounds and all the way to the restaurant with your hands interlocked. With his hand fitting perfectly into yours as if it had never left. That pink bunny umbrella really did bring good luck for the two of you.

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The Magician's Box

Synopsis: Lyney, Teyvat’s greatest magician, and his assistant Lynette are getting ready for a big show at the Opera Epiclese. Why is this show of such great importance? Because they have been personally invited by the Hydro Archon. Which is why it’s important for them to make a great impression. How so you might ask? By unveiling a new magic trick in this grand show, one involving a special magician's box. But what happens when the trick goes awry and traps you and the great magician Lyney inside with no escape?

Word Count: 2494

A/N: This is my second fic wrote/posted :>

A few days ago, you got a call from Lyney saying to come down to work and that he needs you immediately. You see, when you first moved to Fontaine you had trouble finding work that suited your interests and struggled with this problem time and time again. You were tired of working boring job after boring job. Afterall, you moved to Fontaine to get a sense of adventure and see the unexpected. You stayed in this uneventful job streak until you met him. It wasn’t until you met Lyney who offered you a job as a part of his stage crew that you were finally able to have the eventful thrilling job you’ve craved for so long. I mean, what can be more exciting than working for Teyvat’s most famous magician? This event was all three years ago, times have changed since then including the way you view the ashy blonde magician. In the beginning, all you held for him was admiration for how he gave you this job and for how committed he was to keeping the belief of magic alive in people's hearts. Along with this, you viewed him as a good friend who you just admired greatly. But slowly, your feelings for him shifted from friendly admiration into being totally absolutely in love with Lyney. Of course, you would never act on your feelings not wanting to spoil the friendship you have currently. But it doesn't hurt to daydream about being more than friends a bit. You can’t lie. When Lyney called saying he needs you immediately your heart skipped a beat. You know it's for work reasons but it doesn't hurt to imagine he actually needs you romantic wise? Getting your head out of the clouds, you quickly put on your coat and ran out the door into your workplace.

You stood there in your workplace, confused. Why were you the only one here? Where are Lynette and the rest of the crew? The main room was empty, which was no surprise since the big show was only a few days away, but something was off. There was a huge box standing in the middle of the room, covered by a long navy cloth. You were seriously confused, but before you could do anything, Suddenly, from behind the box, Lyney stepped out. He was the same as ever, with his ashy blonde hair covering a part of his face, his violet eyes that looked like amethysts, and his sweet smile and teardrop-stained mark on his face. This was Lyney—the Lyney that you had fallen in love with. “Mademoiselle, I’m glad you made it. You’re the only one who can help me with this task.” “What task would that be, great magician Lyney?” You said it with a teasing tone. “I’m glad you asked.” Then he grabbed the navy cloth and unveiled the box. You were surprised. The box looked ancient and was filled with dust and cobwebs. However, what stood out to you was the writing the box had in an unfamiliar language. “I remember you telling me you’ve studied many different languages, so I just thought maybe you would know what it says.” Oh. oh. So that’s what he needed you for. It was something only you could do, and you alone. You should’ve known better than to get your hopes up too high." Yup, I studied that type of writing a couple years ago, so my translating might be a little rusty. You walked closer to the box and put your fingers over the inscribed words. It says that this box is one that brings two.” “That’s quite the odd riddle. I’m not quite sure what the creator of this box meant to say. But the show must go on, so thank you for the help regardless, Y/N.” “I’m sorry that I couldn't be of more assistance, Lyney.” “Y/N It’s completely fine. Just you coming down here to help me on an off day means a lot to me.” “Lyney, if I may ask, what will this box be used for? Does it have to do with yours and Lynette’s grand performance at the Opera Epiclse?” “Yes, it does. I plan to teleport within the box. To have it move from the stage to the audience.” “Is that even possible? How would you do it, Lyney?” “A magician never reveals his secrets, as you’ll see at our show. Speaking about our show, here is this: With the flick of his hand, a VIP ticket to his grand magic show appeared. Please say you’ll come see me perform. You're my good luck charm  after all."It was true that every time you went to one of the twin magic shows, they would do outstandingly well; however, the one time you didn't, a trick went wrong and caused Lyney to quickly improvise the outcome. “For sure, I’ll be there. I wouldn't want to miss my two favorite twins magic performance.” You smiled and grabbed the ticket, and shortly after, you said your goodbyes to the violet-eyed magician and made your way home.

Fast forward to now, and it is the day of the twins' grand performance. You got there extra early because you were going to meet the twins backstage but not for the reason you usually do. Even though you usually help behind the scenes before and during shows, Lyney and Lynette had insisted that for this special show you should sit and watch as an audience member. This was because of the long time you had worked with them, for this special show they wanted you to see from the audience viewpoint how far they've come in the three years you've known them. However, Lynette called you the night before asking if you could visit her and Lyney backstage before the show started. Here you were, complying and reaching backstage. You opened the door and saw Lyney and Lynette. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Said Lyney clearly filled with shock. “I invited her to come, she's your good luck charm after all.” Said Lynette nonchalantly. “I can leave if you guys are uncomfortable” Suddenly, Lyney grabbed my wrist exclaiming with a red blush spreading across his face. “No, I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here with me” “You want her to stay here, huh? Lynette broke out in a mischievous smile. If that's so, I’ll give you guys room to speak plus I need to check if everythings ready for the show.” Lynette then left the room with a small smile still on her face. “I didn’t mean for my words to come out like that, but I do want you here.” “I want to be here with you too Lyney.” A voice instantaneously announced through booming speakers “The show is about to start, please have the members of the audience start making it to their seats.” I put my arm behind my back, “I guess it's time for me to go, good luck on the show Lyney and send my support to Lynette as well.” “Thanks for your support Y/N. You're always showing your support for us and I just want you to know we feel the same for you.” He then flicked his wrist making a rainbow rose appear. This is for you Y/N. Please enjoy the show.” He then placed the rose in your hand. “Thank you, Lyney!” You walked out of the backstage area quickly and into your seat happily. 

The audience area was packed. It was completely full, with local celebrities and journalists being placed among the audience. I guess it must truly be a big deal to be invited to perform by an archon. I sat down, fidgeting with the rainbow rose Lyney gave me. He’s never given these out at shows before or to anyone. “I wonder if that means this rose is important.” You had accidentally muttered that out loud, and before you could process anything, Charlotte, a journalist from the Steambird, spoke out. “That's a rainbow rose! Did the magician, Lyney, give you that? Those roses symbolize passion and romantic encounters! I’ve seen you two hanging out together often. Does that mean Lyney has found a partner?” She bombarded you with questions and facts. “Me and Lyney are not in a relationship. We’re just good friends who have known each other for years. He probably just gave me this rose by mistake; it's best not to look too deep into it.” I’m not sure why, but it felt as if my heart flinched saying that. Friends. Yeah, that's right, all we'll ever be is friends. You feigned a smile to Charlotte, to which she replied, "Oh, I see. Sorry for my intruding, but I truly do think the magician likes you.” Before you could respond, the speakers spoke once again, saying the show was beginning.

The magic show was the most captivating thing you had ever seen in your life. It had everything that made the twins special in it. It had things like simple hat tricks to complicated escape the box before you drown type of tricks. Finally, for the last trick of the show, it involved that special box. Lyney was talking up the crowd when Lynette brought the box out. But something still confused you, the words etched into it, “One brings two.” Before you could ponder more your thoughts were shattered by the sound of Lyney’s voice. “Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the best trick I will perform tonight! I will go inside this box and teleport the box all the way onto the audience's side and appear on top of the box with a surprise in hand. This will all be done in under sixty seconds and I will have Lynette be the one locking the box and you my audience counting. I will now enter the box and Lynette will shut it closed.” Lynette came forward and locked the box having her key in hand then picking it up for the audience to see. Lynette then hyped the crowd up and began her countdown starting from sixty. All was well, with Lyney in the box until something strange happened. 

You blinked, and then the next second you were in the box with Lyney, who had a panicked expression. “What’s going on?” You said with a puzzled expression, facing Lyney, who looked full of panic. “I-I’m not quite sure. The box should have let me out by now, and I should’ve been able to reach the roof of the box by now. But for some reason, I can’t.” I then tried to pull on the exit where Lyney was, but there was no luck. It wasn't letting me out either. “Do you think this has to do with the riddle of the box? The whole one brings two thing?” “Maybe, but what does that even mean?” "Well, you were one; the person in the box and you going in brought two, which was me.” “That’s a good point, Y/N, but what confuses me is how during practice no one else was brought into the box.” "Well, let's think rationally: why isn't this box letting us out? Wait, Lyney, would you say I'm special to you?” “Of course you're special to me, Y/N; you're my friend.” He spoke with hesitation, as if holding important pieces of information back. “No, Lyney, think deeper; why else would I have been brought to this box with you? Why me? If it was friend or familial feelings, Lynette or Freminet would’ve been brought here, but it was me. Why am I the one stuck in this box with you?” Lyney tucked his hat down, further covering his face apart from the hair streak doing so. Slowly, his hands started shaking, and his face turned beet red. “I’m not sure what you're implying, Y/N." He said it shakily. “Lyney, think about it, because only you would know. Why am I in this box with you? Maybe the one becomes two has to do with why I am in the box, and by finding out we can get out.” “Y/N, I have feelings for you. That’s why you're in this box with me. After you left that day, I kept thinking about the riddle, and a thought came across my mind that maybe it would bring the lover of the person who goes inside the box and force them to confront something. It was just a theory, and when I got in and couldn’t get out, my fears came true that you would be following me into the box. So now that you're here, it's all in the open now, I, Lyney, have feelings for you. For as long as I can remember, when you started working here, I fell in love with your viewpoint of life. I fell in love with your sense of adventure and your excitement for the things around you. How could I not have fallen in love with such a wonderful girl? I love you, Y/N, and I always have.” Looking at the boy now, he was still shaking and still red. He looked nervous, for sure, but somewhat relieved to get these feelings off his chest. “Lyney, I love you too. I always have since I started working here, seeing your attitude toward others and your craft. How could I also not fall in love with you?” 

Suddenly, the box shot you and Lyney out. While being shot out, you could hear Lynette be on the number thirty, making you guess that within the box, time passes extremely slowly. Adjusting to your current surroundings, you see Lyney standing on top of the box. He was holding your bridal style with one hand, and with the other, he held a bouquet of roses. With a hand full of roses, he used it to wave to the audience as they all cheered and shouted for his spectacular performance. He then looked over at you, with roses in hand, and put them gently into your hands. “These are for you, Mademoiselle." He said it with a wink and a soft smile. “Thank you, Lyney.” You smiled softly at him. You’ll never forget this magic performance for the rest of your life. After all, it was the performance that made you and Lyney confess your feelings to each other.

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The Plush Toy

Synopsis: A few weeks ago, when attending the Twins show, Lynette gave you a special plush toy. What’s so special about this toy, you might ask? It looks just like Fontaine’s most famous magician. Also known as the boy magician you have been crushing on for years on end.

Word Count: 1838

A/N: It's my first time writing a fic :>

A couple weeks ago, Lyney invited you to see his and Lynette’s performance at the Opera Epiclese. He was a bit nervous, since this was his first performance after he and his twin were accused of being the main culprits in the serial disappearance case of women. Which thankfully, the Traveller disputed the charge and proved the twins both innocent. Along with this, the Iudex, Neuvillette, felt bad for the way things went down on the last show at the Opera Epiclse, so much so that he invited the twins to perform there once again, but of course this time with no accusatory murder charges being presented. Before the show started, you agreed to meet up with Lyney and Lynette backstage. You were excited to go see the twins. Most of all, to see Lyney, your longtime friend who you’ve liked and pined over for ages. You’ve known him since you first moved to Fontaine.

On your first day there, you ran into an area where he was performing one of his magic shows. You stopped in awe, completely amazed at the way the twins orchestrated their magic shows. With each trick having a new twist and turn, you became further intrigued, and your interest and joy for magic strengthened . After attending numerous times, his magic shows had become somewhat of a daily routine for your new life in Fontaine. Back then, his shows weren’t as popular or drew in as big of a crowd, but you would still always make sure to attend. Lyney had noticed you one day; well, he had always noticed you since you first came to see his show, but on that day he spoke to you after his show ended. Your conversations with him started off small and very professional; however, as time went on they turned longer and more personal, eventually leading to full blown conversations and going to get a coffee together. Years later, the two of you had become good friends with additional feelings for him residing on your side. 

Entering through the backstage doors, you spot Lyney and Lynette discussing a potential new magic trick. You walk over to the twins, ready to have a conversation with them—the conversation you had been mentally preparing in your head for over a week. Ever since hearing the false accusations presented to the twins and having almost lost them forever made you realize that life is too short to be hiding your feelings for someone you care deeply about. Which is why you vowed to confess your feelings to Lyney within the month and, while waiting to get the courage to do so, to drop hints of your feelings for him. Which is why, since knowing you would be meeting, you started rehearsing how the conversation would go and exactly what you would say. It was the perfect plan, all until, before you could even utter a word to Lyney, a member of the crew asked for him to lend him a hand, and Lyney, being the kind guy he is, agreed. This left you alone with Lynette. Which was not bad since you loved hanging out with the cat-ear girl, but you really wanted to drop hints to Lyney and get yourself closer to the goal of asking him out. I mean, you vowed to do so after all. Suddenly Lynette spoke; she was straightforward in her words: “Hey, y/n, don’t tell Lyney. I’m giving you this, but here.” You looked at the feline girl in confusion as to what she could be referring to. Suddenly, Lynette pulled out a handcrafted doll of Lyney and placed it in your hands. It looked just like him. It had his ashy blonde hair, his dazzling violet eyes, the noticeable teardrop mark on his cheek, and his signature outfit, topped with the doll's smiling expression. “I made it the other day on a whim, and I wanted you to have it. I mean, after all, you do like my brother, don’t you?” I internally panicked. A thousand thoughts ran through my brain about how to deny the accusations. However, all that came out was, "Haha, what gave you that impression?” “Just a guess." Said Lynette, followed by her quickly lowering her voice to a whisper and saying, "Even so, looking at things, I’d say that dummy’s infatuated with you too.” Not hearing what Lynette whispered, and with the doll of Lyney in my hands, I said, “Thank you, Lynette; I’ll treasure it till the ends of the earth.” “It’s fine, and the show is about to start. It would be trouble for us if you didn't get to your seat before the show started. '' I nodded and waved bye to Lynette, and she returned the favor. Then, swiftly, I made my way to my seat with the Lyney plush doll in hand.

Fast forward to now, and Lyney is currently sulking in the corner of my room, saying that all I ever pay attention to is that doll. It’s been a week since Lynette gave you the Lyney plush, and from then to now, you have taken that plush everywhere. Getting brunch with a friend? Don’t forget to take little Lyney, the name you deemed the plush to have. Going to see the Twins show? Don’t forget to take little Lyney. Going around exploring Fontaine? Don’t forget little Lyney! I assume you get the picture now. Anyway, Lyney has started to get annoyed at you for bringing that thing everywhere you go. Not to mention, you're always hugging it and calling it loving names. I mean, why are you even giving that plush that much attention and love when the real thing is right in front of you? Lyney wasn't going to deal with you obsessing over that plush of him anymore, and he was going to do something about it today.

You see, your love was not one-sided after all. Lyney has had a massive crush on you since you saw his first show. At first, it was a minor crush, or, as he liked to call it at the time, he was just “intrigued” by you. Which according to Lynette, these were his first words of denial, followed by many until he could no longer deny his feelings for you. He admired your expressions and the radiant smile you’d make when seeing him perform tricks. He loved your love for magic and how every day you’d come back to see more magic tricks saying praise, no matter how sloppy his work was. One day, he finally gathered the courage to talk to you, passing it off as a magician wanting to talk to one of his audience members for feedback on the show. Soon, he started asking you this after every show and eventually included small talk too. Moving forward, the small talk turned into meaningful conversations, which turned into lifelong long friendship. During this, Lyney got to see more of the person you are and fell in love even harder. Lyney couldn’t contain his feelings for you anymore. I mean, it was so obvious. Everyone knew. Lynette knew, Freminet knew, Navia knew, Silver knew, Melus knew, the twins magic crew knew, heck even Neuvillette knew, basically all of Fontaine was able to tell that Lyney loved Y/N. Everyone knew but her. I mean, he tried to drop hints by flirting with her, but she would just pass it off as Lyney being Lyney. Except it wasn't; he meant every pick-up line and compliment he told her. Then the plush came. She started being loving and affectionate with a mini plush of him. He wasn’t sure why it irked him, but it did. I mean, it’s of him after all, a perfect replica of him, and the real thing is right here, so why not love him instead?

"Lyney, I do pay attention to you too, and not just little Lyney.” “Then get rid of that goofy-looking little plush." He pouted, only turning back to face me when talking. “But Lyney, look at it. Y/N raises the doll to the sky and then brings it back down to give it a long hug. It's so adorable!” Lyney rolled his eyes and sighed. “Once again, why do you even like that thing when the real thing is right here?” huh? huh? huh? Did Lyney really just say that? Once again, your brain ran miles trying to comprehend what the ashy blonde just said. Is he implying that I should be showing him love instead of the plush? “Are you jealous that I’m paying attention to this plush instead of you, Lyney?” He turned around, rushing to tuck his hat down to hide his face. However, this was a horrible attempt since the blush spreading across his face was still very noticeable. “Maybe I am jealous, but I’d like to point out that it's something else too," he said meekly, still clearly flustered. “Now what would that be, Lyney?” Suddenly, he stood up, walked over to Y/N, and took your hand, causing the plush toy to drop. “Y/N I’m in love with you, and I can’t stand you being in love with anyone else. I’ve loved you since that day you came to my magic show for the first time, and since then, my feelings have just gotten stronger for you. I’m a magician, but back then I didn’t see magic as anything more than something that tricks people into believing the nonreal. Because of that ideology, I found it hard to believe true, real magic could exist. But when you came into my life, everything shifted, and I found myself being a believer in magic because magic brought us together. He paused for a second, his words finally catching up to him, and broke out in a red blush. Now that I told you how I feel, how do you feel,  Mademoiselle?” "I feel the same, Lyney. I’ve been in love with you for ages, and seeing you being falsely accused made me realize that nothing in life is guaranteed. That’s why I want to take a chance on my feelings for you, like you did for me. I’m in love with you too, Lyney.” Upon hearing this, he took her other hand into his and knelt down. "Y/N, would you do me the honor of going out with me?” He then waved his hand, and out of thin air, a bouquet of roses came out, tied together with a red ribbon. You then exclaimed, “Yes!” wondering if you'd ever feel as happy as you do now. Starting now, a beautiful, blossoming romance began between the two of you that is bound to last forever.