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[wystiix]

'til the light leaves my eyes

❥ pairing: furina x fem-aligned!reader (because feminine french pet names) ❥ synopsis: You stargaze underneath the stars of Fontaine with the one you call your star. ❥ cw: post-archon quest spoilers (fontaine), light angst ❥ additional tags: second pov, reader is from Fontaine, pet names are used (in french), very very very VERY dialogue heavy, and overall mainly fluff :) ❥ word count: 3k ❥ taglist: @plebejus-argus / @laminaria-digitata psst! merry christmas, i was your secret santa!! ❥ notes: as mentioned this is a secret santa for an event in @/stellaronhvnters. i sincerely apologise that this is late i was crying trying to write this cuz writers block immediately swarmed me faster than a colony of bees. still, i hope i did well <33 enjoy. also, special thanks to @aviiarie / @strryskys for proofreading this ily veravee 🫶 /p

The stars were unreachable. They flicker in the night sky, winking at you, but they were too far, unattainable. Beautiful celestial bodies were only made to be admired and to provide light. You couldn’t touch them, couldn’t hold them, couldn’t bring them closer no matter how much you yearned to.

Though, one star seemed to be an exception.

It had with all the radiance of a typical star; A brilliant pearl, one that seemed to hug heaven’s eyes so sweetly. A star that comes to greet your eyes, turning heads to marvel at such a beauty.

This star, your star, seemed to descend to you. She wanted to be seen, to be known, to shine her light. Not for the heavens, but for you.

More importantly, this star burned brighter than the others.

“The stars,” Furina mused beside you, pulling you from your thoughts, “do you think they know how they captivate us?”

Her gaze locked onto the stars with a soft, rather melancholic expression. This had been a routine for the both of you—simply lying on the grass and admiring the vastness of space and the scattered moondust in the night sky. You turned to look at her, your star brought to Teyvat, and smiled.

“They’re lightyears away,” you replied, voice quiet. “I doubt they know. The stars do shine, but for themselves. They burn bright, fusing elements to keep from collapsing in on themselves.”

Furina tilted her head, an intrigued smile gracing her lips. “It’s strange. Something so far away, beyond our reach, can still hold our attention. How poetic.”

A chuckle could be heard from you. “Mhm. But did you know that stars don’t last forever?”

She stilled, turning her head towards you. “What do you mean?”

“They shine so brightly they run out of fuel.” You looked back at the stars as you explained. “The bigger the star, the faster it burns out. When it burns out, it either collapses in on itself or explodes into a supernova.”

A long pause then ensued. You could feel Furina’s gaze on you as you looked up at the sky, but she didn’t speak. You both didn’t for a moment, and just let the quiet atmosphere settle like a blanket. It was more peaceful than heavy.

“That makes me wonder,” she finally said, breaking the silence and looking away. “What happens to the stars that fade? Do they still hold their beauty even after their light is gone?”

Her tone sounded… unsure, which wasn’t exactly like her. Something about it tugged something deep inside you. “Even if their light fades, they still leave traces behind. Supernovas create the elements that make up everything—planets, life, us. So in a way, they don’t really disappear. They transform. They leave behind something… eternal.”

“Eternal,” she echoed. “Do you think there are stars who burn, not because they want to, but because they feel they must? To be seen, to matter?”

Her words took you by surprise and you blinked at her. “You’re asking me that?”

She locked eyes with you and simply smirked—though in her eyes, there was just a tiny speck of vulnerability. “Humour me, mon amour.”

You simply hummed, pretending to think. “Well, I believe that some stars burn because they need to be seen. They want to leave an imprint. But at the same time, they're burning because it's who they are. They can't stop, even if they want to.”

Furina averted her gaze slightly as she took in your words. A sigh could be heard from her lips and she fixed her gaze on the grass below her. It was subtle, but you could tell something shifted within her, even if it was slightly. “But one day, they'll burn too much, won’t they? They will fade eventually.”

“Even if they burn too much, even when they feel like they're fading, what they leave behind is still a part of them. Their light doesn't vanish; It changes, evolves. Their beauty still remains.” You glanced at a gleaming star that caught your eye and your hand reached out towards the sky as if it were close enough to touch before chuckling. “At least, factually, that’s true. I’m not one to theorise or dwell in soulful chatter.”

“And if it’s a star who’s afraid of burning out? Who’s afraid of fading and being forgotten?”

Her questions were getting more surprising. You turned your head to face her. “Furina?”

“Hm? I said what I said,” she answered back.

“Furina.”

“[Name].”

“I’m not firing on all cylinders at the moment,” you teased, which earned a small, exasperated sigh from her. Though, there was not a hint of real annoyance.

“Clearly,” she murmured, though the faintest smile could be seen on her lips. Her gaze flicked back to the stars for a moment. “But do you ever feel like that?”

You stared at her. “Feel like what?”

Furina hesitated, playing with the hem of her glove. “Like you’re burning too brightly. Every single day, you’re trying your hardest to shine, just to give light to other people. All that effort, just to fade and be forgotten.”

Her words hung so heavily in the air. She didn’t meet your eyes for a moment, and you were still trying to process her words.

Noticing the silence stretching longer than she expected, she stammered. “Yes, uhm, that’s a ridiculous question. I apologise. Ignore what I just said.”

You frowned, though you decided not to press on it further. Instead, you looked at her hat lying on the grass and asked, “May I borrow that for a second?”

She blinked, startled by the request. “My hat? Whatever for?”

You held out your hand. “Just for a moment.”

Reluctantly but silently, Furina passed her hat to you. As soon as you took it from her hands, you smoothed it down and looked around you. Your eyes landed on a rainbow rose just sitting beside you on the grass. With a gentle touch, you sat up and carefully plucked it off the ground and placed it into the hat, tucking it within the band.

Your lover merely looked at you with confusion etching her features. “What are you doing, ma chèrie?”

“Just adding a little something,” you smiled as you adjusted the flower. “You’re the star of Fontaine, are you not?”

She blinked. “Of course I am,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “But I fail to see how this relates.”

You gestured towards the flower you placed in her hat. “You’re like this rose. This rose is like the stars above.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she sat up. “Enlighten me.”

“Both are beautiful and both illuminate with their own brilliance,” you began, brushing a thumb over the rose’s soft petals. “This rose blooms delicately, and its colours are vibrant and radiant. Much like stars, its beauty is hard to ignore. However, look closely.” 

You scooted closer to her and tilted the hat slightly, letting her see the faint browning edges of the rose. A few petals on the outside were sagging. “As vibrant and beautiful as it is, it’s close to wilting,” you said, glancing at her. “But does that make it any less beautiful?”

Her gaze lingered on the flower and she hesitated to speak.

“It doesn’t,” you continued for her. “As I’ve said before, the stars that shine so brilliantly and explode won’t just fade into nothingness. They leave traces of their existence in the form of supernovas and elements. The same can be said for this rose—it leaves traces in the form of seeds, so the seeds can take root in the soil and grow into something as beautiful. If not, more.”

Blue eyes traced over the form of the rainbow rose and then towards your own eyes. “And you think… I’m like that?”

“I know you are.” You delicately brushed a strand of her soft hair from her face. “Whether it’s being the Archon of Fontaine or just being Furina, you have already left a trail. A lasting impact, hm? You’ve already touched so many lives. Mine included. You’re pretty much unforgettable if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Furina looked down trying to hide the blush that crept up on her cheeks. “I see…” she murmured. “But what does this have to do with my hat?”

“Ah, nothing really,” you grinned. “I just wanted to hold it.”

The priceless look on her face when her head perked up was of utter exasperation, but the corners of her lips twitched into a smile which indicated she was finding this amusing. “You’re unbelievable,” said Furina, dramatically rolling her eyes. “Give it back.”

You snorted at her reaction. “Let me put it on for you.”

Without another word, you gently set the hat on her head with the rose still in place. The moonlight bathed around her, illuminating the serenity of her face. The sight left you utterly captivated and, for a brief moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“I could have very well put it on myself,” she said.

“I shan’t let a lady like yourself fend for herself,” you quipped.

“Putting on a hat doesn’t require fending for oneself! Are you questioning an Archon’s capacity to perform a simple task?” Furina prodded your shoulder with her finger, earning a giggle from you and leading you to shove her hat downwards over her eyes in retaliation.

“Whoops!” You feigned a gasp and placed a hand over your mouth.

“[Name]!”

“My mistake, Lady Furina.” You inclined your head in a mock bow.

She plucked a handful of grass from the ground and tossed it at you, causing you to laugh even harder. “Do you know how long it takes me to have it perfectly angled?”

You brushed the grass off your clothes as you watched her adjust the hat properly. “I didn’t think putting on a hat requires such preciseness,” you said, to which your lover let out a scoff.

“You’d be surprised at how much care goes into it, ma c​​hère​​​,” Furina replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

For a brief moment, your eyes trailed over to her, tracing her features.  It was the way the moonlight kissed her face and shone down to highlight her pretty eyes. Then, with a sudden impulse, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around her in a warm hug. One of the soft strands of her hair brushed against your cheek as you huddled closer.

“Hm? What’s this?” she asked, placing a hand on your arm and keeping you there.

“Just felt like you needed it. And I’m also a little cold.”

Furina huffed but she didn’t pull away—not when you were so warm against her. The two of you stayed like that for a while, the sound of rustling leaves and the distant trickle of a stream filling the comfortable silence.

But oh, how time flies.

The nights of laughter under the same stars you would sit to gaze at felt like a lifetime ago.

So much has changed since then.

Foçalors was dead. Furina was no longer the ‘Archon’ of Fontaine. Yet, despite this, she felt just as radiant to you. After all, why would it matter? In your eyes, she was still the same—perfect, just as she always is. Being 'normal' did not make you love her any less.

The two of you sat under the sky as twilight approached. The silence was heavy, but not uncomfortable. She was sitting cross-legged in front of you on the grass, her white curls falling loosely just above her shoulders.

As you sat behind her on a rock, your fingers brushed through her hair. You picked up one strand after another before interlacing them deftly into a neat braid.

Furina didn’t say a word. She hadn’t spoken much these days but being the understanding lover you are, you didn’t press her to. Her gaze remained fixed on her hands, twiddling her gloved thumbs while you worked on her hair.

“There,” you breathed, finishing the last touches. “Have a look.”

Gesturing towards the lake nearby, you invited her to see her reflection. She leaned closer, a gasp of wonder nearly escaped her lips at the sight. Her hair was intricately adorned with delicate petals from a lakelight lily with their soft hues contrasting against the vibrant blue streaks that wove through her locks. The rest of her hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

“Do you like it?” You asked almost nervously. “I’m not exactly good with working with your short hair now, but I hope I did it some justice.”

“How pretty,” she murmured, almost to herself. She ran a finger down the braid, delicately touching the petals.

A relieved sigh escaped you. “I’m glad you like it.”

Your eyes then moved downwards, settling on the hat next to her. The rose you had placed inside was still there, but it had faded to a dry brown. It had completely wilted since that day you tucked it in. You reached for the hat and grazed your fingers over the brittle petals.

It's interesting how something so delicate can carry so much significance.

Your lover seemed to notice you picking up the hat. “I, um,” she said sheepishly, “I haven’t really taken that off since. It was such a sweet gesture, so I’ve kept it there even when it died.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment and set the hat down. Twilight seemed to arrive and your gaze drifted up to the sky as the last light of day was about to dip below the horizon.

Amidst the purples, you see it: a lone spark twinkling in the vast expanse above.

“Furina, look.” You gently nudged her on the shoulder, pointing to the sky. “The first star.”

Turning her head, she followed the direction of your pointing finger. A lone star greeted her eyes and shone so softly in the sky as if trying to gain her attention. After a few minutes, another star appeared which was later followed by many more, and the first star was no longer alone.

It wasn’t long before the moon came into full view that night.

You leaned closer, resting your chin gently on her shoulder. “Do you remember what I said about the stars, Furina?”

She pondered for a moment. “That they burn so brightly, they explode and leave behind pieces of themselves?”

“Precisely,” you nodded.

A faint smile stretched over her lips as her gaze remained on the stars. “You still believe that?”

“Of course I do, how could I not?” you responded earnestly.

Furina sighed, her smile dropping slightly. She stared at her hat, at the rose that shrivelled up. “You said they symbolised me… and the flower.”

“I did.”

She didn’t reply for a moment. Instead, she looked at her reflection in the lake once more. She noticed her short hair, a style she chose when she left the Palais, and the braid that you had done for her.

For the first time, she looked like her. Not Foçalors, not the Hydro Archon, but Furina—just Furina. The human she so deserved to be after five hundred years of suffering. Pretending.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” she said, tilting her head to look back at you. “It’s wilted. Dead. And yet… I can’t bring myself to throw it away.”

You smiled. “Because it’s a part of you. Just like what you once carried as an Archon. You don’t need to shine for Fontaine anymore, but that doesn’t mean your light is gone.”

A thousand thoughts swirled in her mind at your comment. For five centuries, she’d defined herself by the role she played, by the image she projected. But now? Now she was just Furina. No mask. No Archon. No title. Just Furina, if she were to have a name tag stuck on her.

“Stars burn brilliantly,” you continued. “And when they die, their light lingers, leaving traces—beautiful, meaningful traces that last long even after they’re gone. That’s what this rose is to you. It's a reminder of who you were.”

Furina gazed at the rose once more, her fingers gliding over its fragile petals. “I feel as though my light has completely died out. There’s nothing left of me now that I am not an Archon anymore.”

You shook your head, placing a hand over hers. “It won’t. Your light isn’t just in the role you played or the mask you wore. It’s in the way you’ve touched the people in Fontaine’s lives. It’s in the way you’ve touched my life. You left such a lasting impression on all of us.”

Before she could protest further, you pulled her into a tight hug. “Archon or not, you're still the same Furina I know and fell for. I don't care who you are or what title you possess. As long as I'm with you, I'm content. You're a star with a presence so commanding and brilliant I could never look away.”

The quiet hum of the lake, the whisper of the wind in the grass, and the twinkling of the stars above seemed to pause for you both to just have your small moment. She stayed quiet in your embrace.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever feel as bright as I once did,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

You pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, brushing a loose curl from her face. “And that's okay. Stars don’t shine just for themselves; they shine because their light travels, touches, and changes others. And Furina, you’ve changed me. You’ve changed Fontaine."

She scoffed playfully. “You’re so insufferably poetic. You always know what to say, mon amour.”

The both of you shared a lighthearted giggle before a comfortable silence enveloped you once again. Furina nestled closer into your shoulder, her breath steadying as her hand slipped into yours.

“Do you think the stars can see us?” she asked.

You chuckled softly, intertwining your fingers with hers. “Maybe they do. Or maybe they’re just jealous.”

“Jealous?” she blinked, pulling away to look at you.

“Of course,” you replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “They’ll never know what it’s like to burn bright as someone as extraordinary as you.”

“You always find a chance to flatter me.”

“It’s hard not to when you’re sitting in front of me.”

The stars glowed, embedding the night sky alongside the silvery moon casting down rays of light towards you. This was a routine for you, and it always will be a routine for you both.

And you had the presence, the light of a star by your side.

[dead-boys-club]

†  happy birthday : hawks.

❥ a gift for @ephemeralapotheosis ❥ ; n ; sorry it took so long to get it out, i wanted to post it at midnight.

the day had started off quietly, with you waking up to the soft light of the morning filtering through the curtains. it was your birthday, and while you didn’t expect anything grand, you couldn’t help but feel a little excited about what the day might bring. keigo, your ever busy pro hero boyfriend, had been particularly secretive lately, which only added to your curiosity.

as you stretched and got out of bed, you noticed a small note on the nightstand, written in keigo's familiar handwriting. the note simply read: 'morning, little bird. meet me on the rooftop at 10 am. don't be late. -k.'

your heart fluttered with anticipation as you wondered what he had planned. after getting ready, you made your way to the rooftop of your shared apartment, the cool breeze greeting you as you stepped outside. the rooftop was one of keigo's favorite places, offering a panoramic view of the city - a place where he could feel free and at peace.

as you opened the door to the rooftop, you were greeted by the sight of keigo standing near the edge, his back to you as he admired the view. he turned around as soon as he heard you approach, a wide grin spreading across his face. 'there you are,' he said, his golden eyes sparkling with excitement. 'happy birthday, sweetheart.'

before you could respond, he stepped aside, revealing a beautifully set-up table with your favorite breakfast foods, fresh flowers, and a small, elegantly wrapped gift. the table was decorated with your favorite colors, and you could tell that he had put a lot of thought into every detail.

'you did all this?' you asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the effort he had gone to.

keigo chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 'of course. you only turn twenty six once, right? i wanted to make sure you felt special today.'

he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you like the perfect gentleman he was. as you sat down, he took his seat across from you, watching with a soft smile as you admired the spread. 'i figured we could start the day off with your favorite breakfast,' he said, pouring you a glass of freshly squeezed juice. 'and then maybe we could go out later, see where the day takes us.'

the morning passed in a blissful blur, filled with laughter, conversation, and the warmth of keigo's presence. after breakfast, he handed you the small gift, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. 'i hope you like it,' he said, watching as you carefully unwrapped the box.

inside was a delicate necklace, the pendant shaped like a small feather - a symbol of keigo himself. 'so you can always have a piece of me with you, even when i’m out saving the world,' he said softly, his eyes full of affection.

you couldn’t help but smile as you reached out to hug him, feeling a rush of love for the man who had done so much to make your day special. 'thank you, kei. this is perfect,' you whispered, holding him close.

keigo pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. 'anything for you,' he said, his voice full of sincerity. 'you deserve the best, today and every day.'

the rest of the day was spent enjoying each other’s company, with keigo taking you to your favorite spots around the city, treating you to small surprises along the way. as the sun began to set, he led you back to the rooftop, where you found a cozy setup waiting—soft blankets, pillows, and a small projector set up for a movie under the stars.

the two of you cuddled up together, watching the movie as the city lights twinkled in the distance. keigo held you close, his wings draped around you like a warm blanket. 'happy birthday, love,' he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 'i hope today was everything you wanted.'

you looked up at him, your heart full of happiness and love. 'it was perfect..' you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. 'thank you for making it so special.'

as the night went on, you found yourself feeling incredibly grateful for the man who had gone above and beyond to make your birthday unforgettable. with keigo by your side, every day felt like a celebration, but today - your birthday - was something truly magical.

[caterkinnie]

Hello, I saw requests are open and that (rook is one of your favs too I love him), I also loved your tsundere hcs so I was curious. Headcanons on our pomefiore boys with a s/o who has no shame and whatever they are feeling shows on their face?

Pomefiore with a very expressive S/O!

❥characters: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier.

❥warnings: none

a/n: WOOOO I FINALLY FINISHED ALL MY TESTS WOOOOO also rook is the best twst character he's just the Man i Love Him Soo Much

Vil is used to Rook being extremely honest with him, but even then he's incredibly secretive and most of the time he can't tell what's going on in his mind. So you can guess he's a bit 'surprised'.

I lied, the way you are so sincerely yourself without trying to hide your emotions to avoid conflict attracts him instantly.

Vil is used to people trying to get on his good side or simply finding him too intimidating — Vil knows he can be intimidating, that he's not the nicest person in Twisted Wonderland. But… Sometimes he wishes people weren't so terrified of voicing their opinions around him.

When he first met you, the first thing he realized was how you glared at him the moment he tried to scold you. It reminds him of Epel; but even the freshmen had a filter and behaved 'normally' around him.

He gets a bit curious about you. And as you two get closer, Vil seems to seek your opinion on things a lot more.

Maybe you're saying something but your face reveals the way you really feel, and Vil is already a pretty perceptive guy; this guy reads you like an open book.

It's something he really likes about you, sometimes he might feel like you could be a Little Bit More Subtle but still! He's so meticulous with the way he behaves around other people, Vil might even scold you if you ever do or say something that could be misinterpreted. (But y'know…. he's just worried about you getting overwhelmed) Which is why he probably prefers to hide you from the public eye as long as possible.

Rook is a sincere guy but also not a sincere guy, he doesn't lie about any of his opinions but most of the time he doesn't voice them if he doesn't feel like it.

However, like Vil, most people are wary around him because— he's Rook, why wouldn't you? And even then, he's extremely perceptive! Even if you try to hide how you feel, Rook will notice right away.

The first thing he notices about you is how expressive you are, how you simply reacted to everything. And it's one of the things that got him interested in you, since it's not common, especially around him!

At first, he'll use it a bittt agaisnt you; Rook tries to experiment with your reactions A LOT. He finds toying with you way too entertaining, which is how he went from loving every single one of your expressions to loving you in general.

He'll try anything, Rook will say messed up things on purpose just to see how'd you react. And since it's Rook you can 100% tell if he's teasing you or if he's saying the truth.

He teases you… a lot, in general. In a lighthearted way of course.

But Rook still enjoys messing with you from time to time — it actually got way worse! Because he's now 10 times more flirty than before.

But other than all of this, he also doesn't mind it much. Rook definitely could read your emotions easily even if you tried to hide them.

Epel is… complicated. He loves it, but he hates it.

On one hand, he's a simp. He likes seeing your face in general and finds every single one of your reactions to be attractive. It kinda motivates him to constantly try to impress you!

And he admires you too, Epel wishes he could do the same thing… If only there wasn't a certain dorm leader constantly nagging him about his manners…

He constantly tries to imitate you, whether consciously or unconsciously; if you point it out he'll get flustered and deny everything.

Oh, and everytime you glare at someone bothering him for any reason Epel will get a confidence boost. Oh, how he wishes he had the confidence you had (technically he wishes to be more shameless than he already is though.)

Did I mention he thinks you're extremely funny?

He'll always let out a giggle whenever you're Doing Your Thing. A few times when you catch him off guard he'll just burst out laughing, no more pretty boy laugh <3.

Vil scolds you two for lack of manners.

Reblogs appreciated!