#ebg - genshin impact

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

warnings: modern (college) au, reader is referred to in 2nd person, navia + lynette cameo

a/n: hehe hi @ariicandy! i'm your secret admirer for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event :> hope you like this gift hehe happy valentine's!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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“oh my, y/n, you really do have expensive taste.” navia grins at you from across the table. “did you win the lottery, or something?”

you huff. “no, i found them on my table.” the second you open the lid of the (previously) beautifully decorated tin box, the sweet fragrance of macarons wafts into your nostrils— you almost miss the way your friend’s jaw drops as she openly gapes at the treats. 

“what?” 

“you… er, well, do you know what those are?” navia gleefully looks between you and the macarons.

there’s a soft clink as lynette sets down her teacup. “5 bucks they have no clue,” she bets, earning a soft “tsk” from you and a smug navia crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair. 

“of course i do! they’re macarons! hey–” you protest, as navia dissolves into giggles and lynette sighs, “hey– listen, listen, i may have flunked midterms but that doesn’t mean i—stop laughing!—that doesn’t mean i don’t know a sweet treat when i see one, okay!”

lynette leans forward, an odd glint in her eyes. “these aren’t your ordinary macarons, you know. there’s only one bakery that sells them like this, and people queue for hours just so they can get their hands on one of these– they only sell eleven boxes each day, mind you. it’s like you’re saying your louis vuitton is just some random bag you picked off the streets. a single box can quite literally cost you the skin of your a–”

you cut her off. “i think we know what you mean, just take some if you wanna try ‘em, okay?” 

“still, who’d gift you something so expensive?” navia muses, chewing on the lemon macaron she’d nicked while you weren’t looking. 

“probably the same mystery guy who gave me that plushie bouquet the other day, and then those chocolates from yesterday, and also probably that box of pâte de fruits…” you hum in thought, utterly oblivious to your friends’ astounded gazes.

“...y/n, i think you might have a secret admirer.” 

“wha– hey, wait! what was with that tone when you said ‘who’d give me something that pricey’? you tryna say i’m not worth those?!?”

laughter echoes across the empty cafeteria as you lunge at navia and screech something about wanting her to return the macaron. none of you notice the pair of periwinkle eyes fixed on your figure from afar.

—

“ooooh, does someone have a secret admirer~?” navia peeks over your shoulder at the white envelope lying innocently on your desk. “y’know,” she continues, unfazed by your side-eye, “if it’s the same guy that got you those macarons, maybe you should consider getting–”

“shut up,” you grumble, feeling your ears heat up, “i don’t even know who gave me all these.” 

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

“just the initials.” you unfold the enclosed paper, pointing to the very bottom, where the letters LS were printed. “who’s that supposed to be? lonely spirit?”

you don’t see a certain someone’s eyes dim when you don’t bother reading the letter and shove the envelope into your bag.

—

13 february. 7 days since you started receiving letters. 7 days since you got your first plushie bouquet (how the sender knew your favourite blooms and even your favourite character was a mystery you had yet to solve). and 1 day before valentine’s. 

the letter you got today was way simpler than the flowery words that filled the pages from before:

3 boxes, 8 letters. think you’ll be able to figure it out, ma chérie? that’s the key to your last gift.

(hint: the way each letter starts is important. good luck♡)

“the way each letter starts?” lynette shrugs, “no idea. probably something like the first letter of the first word.”

“lynette,” you begin, “you’re a genius!”

one problem, though. you only received 5 letters. oh, well, didn’t hurt to try, right?

“let’s see…” you lay out the letters on the table, trying hard to ignore the contents that made you blush so furiously in the safety of your bedroom. “u, l, v, o, i, e…” you mutter, before navia gives you a light shove.

“no way it’s taking you so long, isn’t it already so obvious?”

“???”

“rearrange the letters—where’s my pen— and what do you get?”

you stare mutely at the letters. “...i love u.” you read, before you’re hit with a realisation.

“wait– boxes are containers, and then words are like containers for letters– and then, and then… and then i love you makes up eight letters in three letters! i’m a genius!”

“if you’re such a genius, you should’ve noticed a certain someone staring at you.” lynette nods at a point behind you, “go get your man, y/n. i don’t wanna hear complaints about being single for valentine’s.”

you turn– and there stood lyney snezhevich, in all his glory, a bouquet in his hand. he offers you an apprehensive smile as he extends his arms for you to accept the flowers—your final gift— and averts his eyes. 

“seems you’ve managed to crack the code, ma chérie. now, then, if you hadn’t known from the letters… will you be my valentine?”

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[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟.

✦ info: kaeya returns home wearing his master thief costume. (takes place after the events of 'secret summer paradise' in version 3.8)

✦ warnings: not proofread.

✦ notes: where can i get myself a kaeya pls why isn't he here with me

the clock strikes nine just as the knob to your front door turns, the little bird in the wooden device chirping out the counts at precise intervals. the creaks of the door are not loud, yet they still have you jolting awake from your impromptu after-shower nap. 

“sorry, did we wake you?” a very familiar voice whispers into the dark from near the hallway. kaeya’s back! you realize, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

you shake your head, closing the book that lays open on your lap. “no, no. i just dozed off.” you laugh it off, smiling at your boyfriend and at klee, who’s dozing off comfortably in kaeya’s arms. she stirs when he moves a little too abruptly. 

“hey, it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” he coos softly, patting her head. he sets her down on the couch, gently laying her head on a cushion.

“we had a little too much fun in sumeru,” he tells you after he’s made sure she’s sound asleep, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. “she’s all tired out. albedo’ll be here to take her home soon.”

“i can tell. i love her mage costume.” you squint at his indigo and peacock feather get up. “and you’re supposed to be a…?”

he huffs playfully, pouting. “you can’t tell? i’m a master thief, clearly.”

“the style suits you.” you tap at his lips and his mouth spreads into a grin underneath your fingers, lighting up his entire face. “though, you’re not you without the boob-window. or that fluffy monstrosity you call a cape. it’s characteristic, but unnecessary. ”

he gasps in mock offense. “how could you slander my cape that way? you call it an unnecessary fluffy monstrosity, yet you still steal it when you’re cold, do you not?”

you exhale forcefully through your nose despite your best efforts to keep a straight face. “touché. drama queen.” 

“besides, i was born for this role, you know,” he says, mischief glinting in his periwinkle eye. “after all, did i not manage to steal your heart?” 

you roll your eyes, undoing the peacock feather tie and tugging at the braid he has his hair in to free it. he gives you a fond look, shaking his head to assist once you’ve loosened it enough. azure cascades down his shoulders, a slight wave throughout. “so, master thief kaeya, wearer of feathers, stealer of hearts.” your expression mirrors the still-present grin on his face as you loop your arms around his neck, his hair a silky waterfall on your fingers. “what caper are you chasing next?” 

“since i already have the most precious of hearts in my hands, i believe i need to steal a few kisses to complete my collection, yes?” 

“but good sir, are you sure you’d be satisfied with just a few?”

“oh, haven’t you heard, darling?” you feel his mouth curl into a slow smile against your neck, his voice a caress against your skin.

 “i’m insatiable.”

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[zhongrin]

Quality Time is something a busy harbinger like Tartaglia may struggle to fulfill, given the nature of his duties and responsibilities. And yet, he would gladly skip some of the less-important tasks just to give you the time of his day. He's akin to an eager puppy seeking your attention - how could you not indulge him?

Words of Affirmation spill out of his lips like a flooded riverbank in a heavy rain, and there's nothing you can do but accept as he lavishes you with dewdrops of honeyed affection. He's persistent yet endearing, and he knows how much you adore his sweet talks despite your protests from the telltale signs of your embarrassment and shy smile.

Acts of Service is something that comes naturally to him. Cooking is an activity he particularly enjoys and feeding you brings him so much joy. Tartaglia may seem like a common battle-hungry fool who knows nothing but combat, yet underneath all that is a househusband who would take good care of his beloved.

Physical Touch is an expression that isn't foreign to the Lord Harbinger. As an expressive man, he doesn't hesitate to hold your hand to ensure you won't get lost in the bustling city center. Hugs and kisses are something he wouldn't mind giving or receiving in public - to him, there is no point hiding his love or caring so much about other people's opinions, so expect to be showered with them even when you're out and about.

Gift Giving is something he does so effortlessly. Money isn't an issue for a Fatui Harbinger, and he makes sure to lavish you in them, be it in the form of the glittering golden coins itself, expensive jewelry, or the rarest tea leaves. There is no end to his love, and he certainly won't let something as insignificant as Mora to stand in the way of showing his affection.

@i23kazu

[sandboxscenes]

You Can Do Magic!

A/N: Inspired by this little item and the song by America with the same title. Done in conjunction with @xianyoon for their extended bias game. This turned out way longer than I expected.

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Lyney is a master of perception. He can tell when things are out of the ordinary. So, at the end of the day, when you return home and walk through the door with a smile instead of a tired look, he knows something's up. But the last thing he expected was for you to perform a trick for him.

Word Count: 1146 words

Lyney's suspicions were aroused the second you walked through the door.

As a magician, and your dear lover, he knew everything about you. He knew about your six day work schedule this week, with today only being day four. He also that you were sleeping late this past week, usually 12am or later, but lately you were sleeping at 2am. He was about to ask if you were okay.

He didn't.

Lyney stayed quiet when he heard you humming a tune outside your shared home. You strolled through the door, with a smile on your face and lightness to your steps. He knew that something happened. Something changed.

Lyney was determined to find out what that was.

"My love," said Lyney. He casually walked behind you and wrapped one of his arms around your waist. He brought you so close, there was no space between you two. He leaned forward, a sly smirk on his face. "Did something happen today?"

"Um…"

As earnest as your love for Lyney was, he couldn't help but tease you about it. He couldn't help the smile on his face when he would watch you trip over your words to the most innocent of questions. He enjoyed watching your cheeks turn apple red when you got flustered. He especially enjoyed when you got so flustered, you couldn't look at him in the eye. When you couldn't look him in the eye, that's when he knew he stumbled upon something big.

Now, here you were, unable to look at Lyney in the eyes. He had to wonder, just what were you thinking?

"Lyney, um, do you mind if I show you something?" you said.

Oh, how adorable. Lyney's smile turned more genuine when he saw how red your cheeks were. It was obvious that whatever you wanted to show him, it was something that meant a lot to you.

"Of course, love."

"Okay, go sit down on the couch. I'll join you in a minute."

Lyney chuckled. He released you from his hold and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. Then, he made his way to the couch and sat down.

Lyney leaned forward to observe you from afar. He saw how you took out object after object from your bag. With that, he reasoned that the item you were looking for must be small. Lyney smiled when he saw you take out a small vase-like item and a scarf, and make your way over to him.

Lyney let out a chuckle. "Oh? I'm a member of the audience this time?"

You nodded brightly. "Yes! Do you mind if I steal the spotlight for this one trick?"

"Not at all, my love." Lyney motioned you with his hand. "Continue."

"Presenting the disappearing ball trick!" You wave your scarf with a flourish.

Playing his part, Lyney clapped his hands as a member of the audience.

"Thank you, thank you." You bowed, and then held out a small, red, rubber ball. "For my trick tonight, I will make this ball disappear!"

Lyney held his hand in front of his face and made a mock gasp. Lyney placed one of his hands over his chest. His eyes went wide.

Lyney's next sentence held a playful lilt to it. "Can it be possible? My beloved can do magic?!"

Lyney wanted to burst out laughing right then and there. He could see the concentration in your eyes as you tried to continue. But he also caught the way a smile was pulling at your lips. He could tell you were struggling not to laugh at him and what he was doing.

"Anyway," you gesture to the small object in front of you.

"I will place this ball into this vase," you said. You placed the ball into the vase.

"Then, I will cover it with this scarf," you said You covered the small object with a scarf.

"We'll say count to three," you said, "And when I open it, the ball will be gone! Ready?"

Lyney nodded.

Together, the both of you shouted: "One!" "Two!" "Three!"

After the word 'Three' was said, you pulled the scarf off of the object.

Lyney peered into the vase to see if the ball was there. It was not. The ball was gone!

"Ta-Dah!" You raised your hands to the sky.

Lyney scooted over as you sat down next to him. He saw the way your eyes shined like a kid showing off. Your earnestness and passion to commit to the admittedly simple trick touched his heart. That's what he loved about you. He snaked an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

You said, "So, my love. How was that for a trick?"

Lyney wrapped both of his arms around you. He leaned his chin onto your shoulder.

"I think it was brilliant," said Lyney, "Keep it up, and then you can join me on stage."

"Really?" You look down shyly.

Lyney gestures to the small object on the table. "Is this ball vase trick the reason you were happy today?"

You nodded. "I really wanted to perform it for you today, before you do that big show in a few days. I really wanted to see you smile before you left."

As charming as charismatic as Lyney was, he could always find something to say. But your earnest request to see his smile made him speechless. It was clear to him how much your request is because of your love for him, and nothing else.

From his youth, Lyney learned that the only truth in life is lies. As a famous figure in the Court of Fontaine, whenever people made deals with him, they always had some ulterior motive. Lyney knew that.

But you were different.

In his eyes, you told no lies. And that's the truth.

There was no figuring out ulterior motives with you. As Lyney learned early on, you said what you thought and did what you said. You were direct. To be honest, he found you refreshing.

"So, since you did a trick for me, do you mind if I do a trick for you?"

You shook your head. "No, go ahead."

"So for my trick, it's also making something disappear." Lyney grinned. He had a mischievous thought that he thought you would enjoy.

"Okay," you said. You raised an eyebrow. "What's disappearing?"

"Your breath."

In one single motion, Lyney's lips crashed onto yours.

In that moment, Lyney felt so many emotions. He was proud of you for staying strong amid the long and hard work week you were having. He was elated at the fact that you did a trick for him. He was so happy that you loved him so deeply. More than anything, he was so delighted to have someone as amazing as you,be his lover.

Lyney poured everything he felt into that single, intense kiss.

[alhaithmine]

heizou 〥 gn reader ₊ 𓂃 safe for work. established relationship, slightly suggestive toward the end, romantic fluff, praise, teasing. 484 wc ⸻ @xianyoon .ᐟ

there's this myth where moles are meant to symbolise great fortune―you often told heizou this whenever you ran your soft lips over the expanse of his cheeks and under eyes, kissing the youthful skin with warm vigour and excitement.

he'd never tell you that he was once insecure about them at the boyish age of twelve, but that soon dawned on him when he was persistently reminded by you that they were an illustration of great beauty.

your boyfriend is pretty. his attitude and behaviour often contradicted this statement, but he always had this sprightly aura to his person that made people like him no matter what.

sara obviously saw this second to you, knowing how passionate he was about his work at the tenryou commission, yet it really started to show more when you complimented him in private. you enjoyed reading his facial expressions and outward demeanour, and oftentimes, you'd catch yourself praising him over the smallest things too.

if he didn't have a big enough ego beforehand, he now makes it everyone else's problem that being flattered by someone like you is better than an inside puppy dog hearing the word "walkies".

"your eyes are so pretty. they remind me of the open grass fields near mt. yougou."

heizou deadpans and blinks almost rapidly from this, a frown forming on his face when he flips you around and pulls your back into his abdomen, eyes fluttering shut.

"i think you mean, mysterious, captivating!...seductive, even."

you roll your eyes and huff out a giggle when he dramatically explains with his hands in front of you, covering your eyes with his palms before lightly guiding the tips of his fingers over your cheekbone and jawline.

pulling his hands down, you bring them around your stomach and he holds onto you. he prods his nose into your neck and knocks his ankle with yours, letting out a weary moan.

"i've always wondered, shika, your hands are too feminine for your job."

heizou cocks a brow at this and holds his hands out in front of you to examine them as you play with some of the pale veins lightly protruding out of his skin, twisting and turning his hand to inspect them yourself.

they're...too feminine? he laughs to himself that breaks the silence. maybe you caught him too off guard with this one, he wasn't sure how to reply to that.

"but like- in a good way, y'know? i always knew they were so soft and gentle to touch. even feeling them like this makes me want to hold onto you forever."

heizou's stomach does a flip from your sugary affection as you run the pads of your fingers over fresh bruises littering his knuckles and wrist. they were faint, but still very raw to touch.

"hmm." he breaths out a hum and smiles, the faintest red dusting the highest point of his cheekbones. "i'll make sure to remember that then."

he pauses and then teases you, "that my lover has a hand kink."

[staretes]

partner.

synopsis: navia has a little chat about endearments with her baker lover. w/c: 373 words tags: navia x baker! reader a/n: hehe for mama ying's @i23kazu ebg event, so glad to have gotten navia

"(name)! your favourite customer has arrived!" a shout from the door accompanied by the ringing of windchimes is heard, and you look up just in time to see navia stroll into your bakery, just in time for your break. your eyes light up, and you signal for one of your employees to take over before meeting her at the corner of the counter. 

"favourite? i don't know about favourite…" you tease, and navia, giggling, plays along and fakes a gasp,

"of course i'm your favourite! who else could it be!" 

"hm, there's this one wonderfully pretty lady named navia…" you hum, pretending to swoon, and you see her laugh out of the corner of your eye "so bright and beautiful, like the sun… i should ask her out sometime, don't you think?" 

  "hey! i am navia!" she giggles, "and we are dating!" 

"oh i see! then what would my lover want to eat for tea on this fine afternoon?" you smile.

"macarons!" navia immediately exclaims, and you chuckle.

"knew it." you head to the back of kitchen to grab the box of macarons you packed that morning. everyday, you fill a box with her favourite flavours to give to her. you join her at a table, and pass her the box. like always, her face lights up when she sees the rainbows of macarons you prepared. "here you go, demoiselle!"

"ah, you call every young lady 'demoiselle'" navia pouts teasingly, "shouldn't you call me something special?"

"you're right, i should…" you ponder, "what do you want me to call you then?"

"some people call me 'boss', others 'demoiselle', but none of that does anything for me." navia admits, breaking apart a bright yellow macaron and handing half to you. you take it, grinning.

"what should i call you then, ma chérie?" you tease, and she giggles shyly, and beckons you to come closer. you lean in, and she whispers,

"my favourite thing to be called is 'partner' - but only by you, of course. so, just know that my vainer side would be over the moon if you could indulge me a little more often." 

you smile to yourself, and wipe the crumbs off her lips with your thumb. "of course i will, partner."

[2truehearts]

"i don't think you understand how much i love you, actually."

the kitchen cabinet venti had newly opened to sneak in another midnight snack stopped its creaking as you caught the eye of your now wide-eyed lover—whose brows were raised higher than any mountain you've ever laid your gaze on, nose scrunched in short disagreement.

"darling," he starts off softly, closing the tiny wooden door. "what if i told you i—"

"no," you wave your left hand, the right going under your chin to support both your mischief and sleep-riddled face. "what if i told you that i loved you to not only the moon, but to saturn and every other planet that exists out there?"

venti inhales deeply, "a fine analogy, my love," —then exhales, catching onto the standard of your drunken-cheekiness. "and yet what if i told you that my love for you is truly immeasurable? as in as wide as the eye can see, in another life as another life, till death resumes 'us' again?"

"great point, dearest," you croon, eyes fluttering under the heavy weight of fresh dawn, "but i still think you don't understand—because i love you too much i want to be the tint of your hair, the shine of your eyes... mm.."

he chuckles, "yes, my love? have anything more to add?"

"mm... maybe.." you drawl your last syllables, and decide to give in to the fitful of sleep fringing your mind, slumping against the counter with your supporting arm the only limb awake—and it leaves venti counting down the heartbeats till he cups your face in his to let you continue your sleep.

it only takes a few beats and the sentence you'd blurted out earlier to have you in his hold—midnight long gone, the cabinet still unlatched and snack forgotten in favor of you instead.

@kisthes 2023.

a/n — another one for @i23kazu's ebg !! but sleepy reader n modern au so that planets existing makes sense LMAO

[tavvattales]

ᴱⁿʲᵒᵘ ˣ ᵍⁿᵎ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ⁿᵒ ʷᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍˢ

@i23kazu

Boyfriend!Enjou, who oftentimes forgets to take care of himself when he's in the middle of important research, but never forgets about you. Even going so far as asking for your opinion on certain topics, while you're trying to feed him, or usher him to rest.

Boyfriend!Enjou who is like a big giant cat, aloof, but very protective over what's his.

Boyfriend!Enjou, who takes time to write poetry for you. He's a bit of a hopeless romantic.

Boyfriend!Enjou, who enjoys having you on his lap while he works. His love language is quality time, after all.

Boyfriend!Enjou, who actually takes the time to listen about your day and ask questions about it.

Boyfriend!Enjou, who when you're having a bad day, stops what he's doing and focuses solely on you. Often asking, "How can we fix this together?"

Boyfriend!Enjou, who is actually rather shy when it comes to intimacy, always blushing when you kiss his cheek or fuss over him. Holding you and your hand is his favorite, though.

[realkavehgf]

♡ Practice.

❝ I love you... Hm, that's not good enough... ah, dearest, my radiant sunshine— ❞

EBG submission for @i23kazu !! :D I wanted to finish this before doing the lantern thing hehe

[intothegenshinworld]

 💛*₊“𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞”

a/n: bro why is he so talented??? this man is a catch!!!

You once had asked Albedo why he had a fondness for art. He replied, saying it started because of his master. After that, he explained that it turned into an utility for his alechemical studies, the process of rendering things helping him understand things more intimately. And then he continued, saying it gave him a sense of clarity as well, something that helped him to focus on observation and creating his artwork, and nothing else.

And while you had seen Albedo draw on many occasions before. You had never been his muse. 

Not once before had his gaze lingered on your body as it did now.

Turquoise eyes observe you from behind a white canvas. Albedo seems to take note of every detail on your skin. Every crease, every dimple, every scar; even the light in your eyes is perfectly captured by the time he finishes his sketch. 

You admired Albedo's artistry for a long time, but when revealed the sketch, you were left speechless. With such little time, he has effortlessly captured your image onto the paper. 

"Albedo, this is..."

You look up at him. The intense focus in Albedo's eyes has softened, now replaced by a warm, tender glow.

"Do you like it? I could color it, if you want."

You shake your head, "are you kidding me? I absolutely love it. I knew you were amazing but this–"

Your cheeks grow warm as you avert your gaze. It felt weird to get embarrassed after enduring his intense gaze while modeling. 

Still, your lips curl up.

"This is gorgeous, Albedo."

"I agree."

You look up, and your eyes meet his again.

It takes a moment before you realise he was talking about the subject instead of the drawing.

A fuzzy feeling flutters around into your stomach.

Maybe Dragonspine had its perks as well. 

©intothegenshinworld. This content above is made for the genshinblr ebg of October 2023, hosted by @i23kazu! Because of this, content like these will contain selfship lore. After the ebg, the blog will return to its usual content!

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

les lois d'amour: deuxième acte.

synopsis: alors qu'une légère pluie tombe sans raison.

genre: fluff, slight angst at the end

characters: neuvillette x mermaid! reader

warnings: fem! reader, usage of 'mademoiselle' to refer to reader, reader referred to in 2nd person

a/n: hehe @i23kazu submission for ebg!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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it had been weeks since nevillette last met you behind the opera epiclese, weeks since you wormed your way into his mind, and he still had absolutely no idea what your name was. were you well? did you face any troubles? were you adjusting well to life on land? 

he stood, sighing as he neatly arranged the stacks of paper on his desk. at this rate, he would never get any work done– perhaps a good lunch at hotel debord could help him get his emotions in order. 

it seemed as though the divine had been listening to his thoughts, for he heard a familiar voice sweetly call out to him.

“bonjour, monsieur neuvillette!”

you were surrounded by a group of children who were clamouring for you to tell them more tales from under the sea, the glow of happiness on your face just as radiant as he remembered. 

“bonjour,” he politely returned the smile, “it’s been a while. how have you been?” 

“very well, miss navia has been nothing but kind and welcoming!” you cheered. “everyone’s super nice too, can you believe the elders said humans were not to be trusted?” 

one of the children gave a loud gasp before neuvillette can reply. “no way! could it be…”

another cut him off. “jeez, antoine, how long did it take you?” 

“not everyone’s a genius like you, chloé!” antoine glared, giving chloé a light shove before turning to you. “so, mademoiselle y/n (neuvillette makes a mental note of your name), is it true?”

“hm?” you tilted your head.

“are you and monsieur neuvillette together?”

“EHH?”

“ah, actually–” he began, but a chorus of voices cut him off.

“y/n and neuvillette sitting in a tree! k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” the children chanted over and over, linking hands and skipping to form a circle around you both. 

you smile sheepishly up at him. “sorry, they’re… quite the zealous bunch.” 

“haha, evidently.”

somewhere in the distance, a bell chimed.

“alright! run along, now, kids, or your parents will come hunting for my tail.” you clapped your hands. “i’m also getting hungry–” your eyes softened at their whines, “hey, it’s not as if you’ll never see me again!”

neuvillette cleared his throat as the crowd of little ones dispersed. “you said you were hungry? would you like to go for lunch together?”

he allowed you to lead him by the arm, listening as you chattered about how excited you were to taste more fontainian cuisine– well, with the exception of seafood, of course, and he felt a strange warmth bloom in his chest. 

oh. and an odd sense of foreboding, almost as if it was taunting him: how long will this serenity last, monsieur chief justice?

over the court of fontaine, light rain began to fall without reason.

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[solarisfortuneia]

just simple baizhu headcanons <3 @xianyoon

— baizhu, who is notorious throughout the harbor and beyond for having bitter, bitter medicine. ‘good medicine tastes bitter’ he says, and steadfastly stands by its efficacy.

but who also, occasionally, just occasionally, adds the tiniest bit of honey, just for you. (only when it will not diminish the effects of the original remedy, of course.)

but if he cannot do that, he’ll always have a little treat for you once you’ve recovered. 

everything in moderation, as the advice goes; one must balance the bitter with the sweet, after all. (exactly like the way you balance his own life.)

— baizhu, who makes sure, to the best of his ability, that you’re well-fed, well-watered and well-rested (like a houseplant). he reminds you to eat three square meals a day, hands you a bottle of water whenever he senses that you haven’t hydrated in a while, and always coaxes you to bed at a reasonable hour. 

he may seem like a nagging mother hen, but he has your best interests at heart; he is always gentle but firm in the way he reminds you.

(he may be frail, but he can make sure his beloved is taken care of.)

— baizhu, who watches fondly from afar when you interact with little qiqi around the pharmacy. he may not have had the most selfless of reasons for taking her in, but he cannot deny that he cares for the girl immensely.

the patience with which you teach her, the joy on your face when you play with her, and the energy with which you assist her with her calisthenics routine always bring a silent smile to his lips.

(along with occasional dreams of soft domesticity and family in the depths of night, when you are sound asleep beside him.)

[stellar-skyy]

♡ - candace headcanons pt. 4: friendship edition !

cws & notes: no warnings applicable. platonic candace & gn!reader. headcanons. fluff. 350+ words. @xianyoon!

⤷ candace is a very caring person, so much that people tend to just flock towards her. she's the kind of person who can befriend almost everyone, and is often the one her friends confide in or come to for advice.

⤷ if her friend is ever sad, candace will be there to listen to them with a shoulder to cry on and a cup of freshly brewed tea to calm them down. she is just the right amount of comforting, and gives great advice. even if they're not looking for advice, and simply want to vent, she is more than happy to do that for them too.

⤷ does her friend like shopping? well they better, because you can bet candace will be dragging them on shopping trips with her and dehya! she'll pick out little trinkets that remind her of them, clothes that she thinks would suit them, etc. afterwards, she'll buy the three of them lunch as a thank you for such a pleasant day.

⤷ jewellery is a love language of hers. she will buy her friend rings, necklaces, anything shiny that she thinks would look nice on them. if they want to borrow some of her personal jewellery, they don't even have to ask, she would be more than happy to let them borrow it! she loves seeing them wear the gifts she buys them, it makes her very happy.

⤷ candace is fiercely protective, especially over her friends. is someone harrassing them? well, not for long, because she has a spear and shield and is ready to fight at a moment's notice. their partner or some of their other friends not treating them right? then they better learn to how to, because if they don't get their act together she will make them.

⤷ candace is amazing at hugs. phenomenal, even. she knows just the right way to hold them tightly without feeling stifling, the right words to murmur as she rubs circles into her back. if her friend needs one, they only need to ask and she will be opening her arms ready for them.

[prev.]

[sandboxscenes]

Impasse

A/N: This piece was done in conjunction with @xianyoon for their Extreme Bias Game.

Genre: Angst

Summary: You and Lyney have been inseparable for years. But when an acceptance letter arrives for you from the Sumeru Akademiya, both of you need to have a talk.

Word Count: 1,282

"Lyney," you call out.

Lyney finished talking to his assistant and turned towards you with a bright smile. "Hm?"

"We need to talk."

Lyney's eyes widened. His bright smile faded. His face fixes itself into a serious expression. Lyney nods, and waves his hand towards the nearby backstage door.

Both of you exit the venue. You spot a small clearing in the distance and decide to walk there for your talk. It was far enough away from the backdoor of the stage that you wouldn't be overheard.

You had to do this today. You had no choice. If you didn't do it now, you might not ever get the chance to.

You take a deep breath and face him. "Lyney, I'm leaving."

Lyney freezes. "What?"

You ball up your hands into fists. The tops of your nails into the palm of your hand. Using the pain of the nails, you force the words out.

"I received an offer to study at the Akademiya. I submitted one of the mechanisms I made for your show. The trip I told you about, remember?"

"I remember." Lyney sighed. "You said you had an interview with someone from the Ksharewar Darshan. After you came home from the interview, you were so nervous. You didn't know if you did well enough to be accepted."

Lyney grabbed your hand and kissed it. "Congratulations. I knew you could do it."

You blushed at his actions. "I just got my acceptance letter in the mail. But they want me to move to Sumeru City soon."

"How soon?" said Lyney.

"Like next week soon."

"Next week?!" Lyney's jaw dropped.

You quickly answered him.

"Don't worry," you say, reassuringly. "I scheduled the move right after you finish your show next week."

For the next few moments, neither you nor Lyney spoke a word. The seriousness of the situation and its implications dawned on the two of you. You could see exactly where this conversation had to go, and you didn't like it.

You whispered, "But we… have to talk about us."

Lyney stayed silent. He looked down away from your gaze. You knew he was listening, but it made your heart hurt.

You looked in the direction you came from. You saw the tiny white door far away in the distance. You thought of all the people behind that door like Lynette and the assistants for his troupe. Prior to the Akademiya's acceptance letter, you had already thought about what you would say to Lyney if you got in. But you didn't think it would be this hard.

You saw the storm brewing in Lyney's eyes. "Lyney, I know what you're going to do. And I want you to stop right there."

Lyney's head snapped up to look at you. "What?! Why?!"

"Because I know what you're going to propose. You're going to say, 'I can move with you.'"

Lyney fired back. "I can!"

You raised your voice and stared him straight in the eyes. "No, you can't!"

It was rare for you to talk back to Lyney like this. Rarely did you and Lyney fight. But when you did, you hated it. But this was different. You knew this was a conversation you both needed to have. It was important. You couldn't back down. Not here. Not now.

You needed to stop him before he did something he would regret.

Lyney's life was in Fontaine. His family. His sister. The orphanage. They were all in Fontaine.

Dating Lyney, you knew family came first for him. He often spoke to you about how family was all he had when he was growing up - how Lynette was the only one he had. He talked about how he owed everything he had now to his family: to "Father", to Lynette, and to Freminet. You understood that despite the two of you dating, you are second to his family. It wasn't something you took offense to - it was the truth, after all.

"Lyney!" you shout.

You look at him straight in the eyes. There's a burning sensation in your chest. You narrow your eyes at him as you continue.

"Do you hear yourself?!" Your voice gets louder. "I thought you were smarter than this! You can't uproot your life in Fontaine for me! Are you going to leave your troupe behind? Freminet? Lynette? The children in the orphanage? If you leave, what happens to them?"

"That's-" Lyney recoils and steps back from you.

You walk towards him to close the distance between you two. You speak slowly, evenly, and choose your next words deliberately. "Listen to me, Lyney. If you move with me to Sumeru City, I'll never forgive you."

You watch as Lyney flinches at your rebuke. He seems to crumble before your eyes. You watched the hurt etch itself into his face. It was jarring for you to see Lyney like this - silent, sad, and hurt.

Whenever you saw Lyney, he always seemed larger than life. Even when people would try to heckle him at his shows, Lyney always had a witty comeback. He could navigate most situation with practiced ease and grace.

But not this situation.

You knew Lyney got protective over his family. You saw it play out over and over again. You saw it in he interacted with Lynette and Freminet, and how he did his best to provide for the children in the orphanage. There was even a point where Lyney started getting protective over you, jumping in to correct the record from the Fontanian Aristocrats that would spread unfounded rumors about the two of you.

You knew that by telling him about your acceptance, you were essentially making him choose between you and his family in Fontaine. You knew that if Lyney was left to his own devices, he would try to make it so he could do both, even if he had to spread himself so thin, that he would break.

You couldn't bear to watch him do that to himself.

Your voice is soft when you start speaking again.

"Lyney, I won't ask you to move to Sumeru City for me. I care about you too much to have you do that. Your family is here. Your career is here. I can't have you give that up."

Lyney's face fell. His response to you was equally as soft. "So what would you have me do? You're part of my family too."

You felt the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You lower your head to avoid his gaze. You had the feeling that if you saw those violet eyes, you would start crying. You couldn't cry. Not yet.

"Write to me. Visit me. But I don't want you to stop living after I leave. I want Lyney and Lynette's magic show to be so famous, I hear about it all the way from Sumeru."

You didn't know your body was shaking until you felt arms wrap around your waist. You looked down and saw the familiar black and white color pattern you were familiar with. You were scared to look up. If you saw Lyney's violet eyes, you wouldn't be able to keep it together.

You saw Lyney's face enter your field of vision. You turned away. Lyney turned you around so that your face was buried in his shoulders. Lyney placed a hand on the back of your head, and started to stroke your hair. You felt him burying his face into your shoulders.

Love is all about sacrifice. For it to work, both parties need to sacrifice something. But in this case, neither of you want the other to sacrifice their dreams.

Both of you are at an impasse.

[the-white-void]

The Wind Carries out Our Memories.

Synopsis: Making little things with our hands, crafting short yet cherished memories with each other. Listening to these voices the wind carries to the future.

Note: A little tribute to my baby Venti. @i23kazu

Both fingers intertwine as you spin and twist the wires to form a frame of each other's lanterns. Each ben and turn you thought of made you yearn for what he sees in your work.

sweat drips from your forehead as you follow the plan you had in mind eventually getting lost as you made a short mishap along the way. Your face shows your stress from a minor incident.

"Hmph."

Hearing your angered tone, Venti turns to see your face and sees your brows furrowed. "Love? What's wrong?" his tone filled with worry and care as he caressed his hand over your shoulder.

You turn to him and see his puppy-like eyes as he asks you what's wrong. You relieve your brows into a relaxed state with a heavy sigh. "It's nothing. Just messed up a little." you sighed as you frustratingly gazed over your work.

He relieved his lantern's frame of his other hand and carried it over to your waist; with his other leaving your shoulder and over your head patting it. He began humming a calming tune, easing your mind as his patting came rhythmically similar to his humming. "No need for your mind to spin for something trivial my windblume. We made this just for fun right?"

You look at him with a calm smile, remembering why you fell for this man. Your smile is reflected by the sun rays lying on your skin with his tune lingering around you.

The night came as the sun was right on the verge of the horizon. You both see the lanterns you both made, filled with beautiful flaws that reflected each other as it soars through the sky.

[2truehearts]

"if i was another soul in another life, would you still love me?" the question you asked was something venti had heard from you before, perhaps in a different tone and different lisp of how you said the word 'love' — but he remembered it as if you'd asked it merely five minutes ago, only to repeat it like how a music box restarts its melody once a turn blended into the other. "of course i would!" he answers in a sing-song pitch, the grin on his face a font of mischief you know all too well. "mind if i offer a cecilia for your thoughts on if you'd do the same?" you chuckle, "i would do the same as well, don't worry sweetheart." the bard clicks his tongue, waving his pointer finger at you, "ah ha—but what if you don't recognize me because i don't look as handsome as i am right now?! or perhaps i become a pla—" "venti!" "—but of course, i am merely speculating the possibilities, my dear!" he lifts your hand with intertwined fingers, smile as wide as the green of mond. "they are endless, are they not? and do they also not have you in it?" your heart skips at the little drift of his words—and he smiles, the tips of teal in his hair—and maybe, just maybe, they're glowing because he means it, not purely because it's casted by the afterglow of sun flickering about his features. a shallow breathe leaves you once it fully sinks in, before another more coherent than the one before spills into the form of a quiet "how?" "well.. let's say you have a beautiful laugh, like the promise of tomorrow first, shall we?" his hand brushes against the apple of your cheek, "no other word makes my mouth as tender as your name—my dear," his fingertips find reverence in your hair, quite and dainty. "you have my heart," he said, "you have all of me." a laugh, a breathless one as if he'd finished soaring through the winds and landed merely inches before you. "does that suffice as an answer to your question, my love?" you don't need to speak—you wouldn't need to, because the way you look at him as if he's the rest of your life and peace hurries to convince him more quickly than any other word both of you know. but perhaps your name would be a close-second, given you are what he finds in every syllable of love and never-ending bliss.

@kisthes 2023.

a/n — this piece is for @i23kazu’s ebg event for october 2023 !! loved writing it 4 my love venti hehehe <;33