#lyney x gnreader

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School au! It's valentine's day, and the reader has prepared a letter with a plushie that was a limited edition plush merchandise from lyneys favorite content creator magician. They wanted to cowardly confess through a letter, as they were worried of that destroying their best-friend relationship, even writing at the end of the letter "if this makes you uncomfortable or you'd wish to never speak of it again please just ignore this letter.".

Yet... When the time to give it came, they saw lyney had received quite a few gifts, but what broke the reader was when someone tried to suddenly kiss lyney. They got angry, furious even, the frustration taking each thought from their mind. They left the classroom and went outside, not wanting to look at this any further. Even if the girl was just being pushy - the sight itself hurt em. They decided it was a stupid idea to confess at all - knowing how many people liked lyney... He most likely wasn't going to pick the reader - at least that's what they thought. They sat outside near the school court, forgetting in their frustration that the place they were sitting it was see-able from their classroom. They crumbled the letter and sat there, head hanging low, as they skipped the class.

I should be over all the butterflies- Lyney x Gn!reader

Im still into you t/w- kissing summary- as shown above

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The sun shone brightly as you walked to school, bag in hand filled with things for Lyney. It was Valentine's Day, the day you were going to confess to your best friend. You may not have looked nervous but you felt it, your stomach was filled with butterflies and your palms were getting clammy. Maybe this is a bad idea?

As you stepped onto the school grounds you could see many people confessing their love, some being requited while others not. You hadn’t seen Lyney yet but hopefully, he didn’t have a crowd of people like others did.

Lyney was quite a popular boy, you were merely a shadow. Or that's what people called you. You followed him around like a lost puppy, wondering when he would get bored. He never did. Well, at least he said he never did. You started to worry about what would happen if this went wrong… Would he ever see you the same way? Or would he just see you as rubbish?

Inside the classroom, people were gathered around one spot. And you knew that spot as Lyney’s. Many girls, boys and other people were surrounding him trying to get his attention by giving him the most extravagant gifts. There were chocolates, and love poems and cards. All crappy valentines Day stuff. You were the only one who knew him well enough.

You didn’t bother trying to push into the crowd, you would only get tread on. You stood from afar watching him try and turn down the people politely. He was never one to make people upset or angry. Once he’d accidentally made you cry because he scared you by jumping out of a corner. The amount of times he apologised, and he still apologises today.

A girl in the sea of people leaned closer towards Lyney begging to be kissed. When he didn’t respond she kissed him herself. You didn’t stick around long after that, the tears in your eyes blocked your vision anyway. God, you knew it was stupid… Lyney would definelty pick one of the many people laid out for him. It hurt to think about. you’d loved him for so long. You scrunched up the note on the gift and threw it on the ground.

Not even 5 minutes later someone grabbed that bit of paper off the ground.

“Mon amour, what are you doing out here?” You knew that voice anywhere. “And what is this bit of paper with my name on it?”

Before you would react he opened the letter reading your love confession. You could see a tinge of red forming on his cheeks.

“You love me?” His face was almost bright red now

“I thought it was kinda obvious?”

“You kept it well hidden y/n.”

You felt him get closer, the heat of his body warming you. His hand softly grazed you cheek sending a slight shiver through your body. “May I kiss you?”

The butterflies were back and were not staying still anytime soon. Your words couldn’t quite form properly all you could do was nod. His lips softly pressed against yours, while he placed his hand on your right cheek pulling you in closer not letting you go. Lyney’s hands were soft making you feel more at comfort. The way he kissed was nothing like you saw in romance movies. He was so gentle with you, you didn’t mind that at all.

His hands moved to your waist pulling you in. The kiss felt like an eternity but was over just like that.

“Woah…” You couldn’t form the right words to tell him you loved it.

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HOW THEY REACT TO YOUR SILENT TREATMENT.

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread … sigh

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . you and your partner are having a “cooling down period”, a time of détente, after a recent argument. how do they deal with the lack of love from you?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, eula, wanderer, ayato, gorou, tartaglia, lyney, wriothesley, neuvillette, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . as a psychology student ☝️🤓 i can safely say that the silent treatment is usually frowned upon due to its connotations with emotional abuse, therefore i tried my best to make it apparent that this sort of silence is within the boundaries of the relationship ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ ) please communicate with your loved ones if you feel a certain way :)

you and your beloved recently had a pretty bad argument. out of respect for both of your feelings you both decided to have a period of détente to allow a gradual recovery of your emotions and logical reasonings.

there was no need to argue, and there was also no need to be hostile or petty; therefore your silent treatment wasn’t a way to maliciously gain control or make your lover come running back to you, it was a way for both of you to regain composure and come back to the topic when prepared.

that did unfortunately, lead to much less affectionate gestures from both of you. of course there was still the casual “i love you” every morning and night accompanied by a simple kiss, but it never went anything beyond that.

while your lover fully knew why this sort of peaceful coexistence was necessary, sometimes it’s sincerely difficult to not just reach out and kiss you breathless.

you’re so close yet so far, it’s unbearable.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

master diluc has been rather restless lately.

constant muttering to himself, plucking the dried up skin that stuck out from his badly bitten lips, his gloved hands constantly scratching a non existent scratch; honestly, if the fellow residents of dawn winery didn’t know any better they’d think he was possessed and required an immediate exorcist.

adelinde refuses to see her precious baby sink his eyes into ruin purely because he’s out secretly patrolling once he wakes up in the middle of the night to clear his head. you’re always there with him throughout the night: but why does it still feel so empty regardless?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST ?

diluc is no pushover or people pleaser; if you were guilty, then you’re guilty and he’ll wait all the time in the world till you eventually own up and apologise (please let that come sooner or later though otherwise he’ll give into ruin and sip alcohol for a breather). otherwise, if its his fault, or no ones and it was a mere misunderstanding, the silent treatment lasts for a day. not any longer not any less; he doesn’t allow it to.

he’s more than happy to wait forever for you but gods if he ever made a mistake that accidentally led you to elongating this supposed transient silence till the end of time, diluc would much rather swallow his pride and give his all to you. you’re worth more than pettiness, and he’ll prove that to you once you wake up and get greeted with all your favourite luxuries and a bright, relieved smile on his face.

EULA — 优菈

you’re beyond delusion if you think this woman won’t turn this into a healthy-ish competition of sorts.

you wish to avoid her for days on end? she’s already used to the world avoiding her mere gaze, she can withstand the somber feeling of having the one person who’s fully understood her as the complex person she is self-isolating from her for a little while.

never mind, no, she literally can’t. come back to her right now. we have problem right? lets talk about it, isn’t that what you taught her in the first place? what do you mean you need a break and want to clear your head for a while to not hurt her feelings? you think eula of all people cares about something like that?

she’d rather you spit at her than withstand another hour of this mindless nonsense.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

she doesn’t apologise unless she sees whatever caused this perilous argument in the first place truly hurt you and you ended up in tears; otherwise whats the use in pointless words when you can easily hug it out and call it a day?

she lets you apologise under the guise of “if you don’t, my vengeance towards you will be greater than my foes”, but in reality? eula is hardly paying any attention to the words slipping past your lips. all she’s thinking about is how she’ll be able to shake off this uneasy tension that’s somehow been created between you two.

WANDERER — 流浪者

you can’t tell which one of you needed this little breather more, after all, you’d hope scara would allow himself to soften after distancing from you after a while, and scara hoped you’d see reason within your argument and eventually, as always, forgive him.

but forgiveness is a two way straight in the way most people subconsciously ignore; does he and could he ever forgive himself? that image of your teary eyed face, the harsh puffs of breath you heaved to prevent any more molten venom to burn his plastic skin, the slight clenching of your jaw, fuck it hurt.

he couldn’t admit it at the time, but right now after being forcefully peeled away from you for about week and forcing auntie nahida to listen to his venting rambles? he wished he just gave it all up and did something: anything at all. kissed you, hugged you, consoled you, swiped your tears away with his thumbs, fluttered his eyelashes on your cheek gently as he whispered an i love you.

yet all he could do right now was wait.

wait until you hopefully came back, he couldn’t face you. if you abandoned him he’d deal with it. the petals on the floor and the hushed whispers of “they love me, they love me not” are just hallucinations from his worried caregiver, he swears.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

never would he stoop so low as to apologise.

verbally. that is. if he’s aware that he’s in the wrong (believe me that look on your face does wonders for trying to figure out whats on your mind) he’ll begrudgingly come up with some covert way of making it up to you. he doesn’t want to be stuck in this immortalised silence forever; believe me, he likes your talking more than he realises and this little test trial of abandonment was more than enough proof that your existence within his life is essential.

if you’re not there standing by his side, what even is the point in that fraudulent pacemaker of his? your laughter is in the same shape of his heartbeat; if you’re not here, he’s just back to being that dumb little puppet cuddled ashore in the slim darkness of the night.

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

bile builds up in ayato’s throat, eyes threatening to spill hazardous tears on his paperwork. he HATES being away from you. yes, you’ll be back comfortably in his arms with a kiss on your forehead soon…but time isn’t making that “soon” come any quicker and it’s killing him.

‘silence’ is only the act of not speaking, right? so he’s technically allowed to sneak in pastries onto your desk when you’ve gone to take a break — he’s also most certainly allowed to write down his frustrations about not being able to be overly affectionate with you and then pitifully sliding them under your door in hopes you’ll read them and maybe write one back.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

he desperately tries to convince himself that if he works long enough, he’ll forget the hollowing feeling in his heart that’s left in the silhouette of you. he puts down his calligraphy pen with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples with rough motions as if to completely rid himself of any lingering thought of you.

that’ll never work, and ayato thinks you two have calmed down enough so therefore he trudged his way into your room, knocking of course, and sat down with you for a lengthy but beneficial conversation.

without a doubt, ayato will be the one to apologise first. whether it’s a conscious decision or not completely depends on how long he’s been away from you; at some point you just fall back into regular routine completely by accident.

GOROU — 五郎

he’s glad you’ve decided to take this sort of approach to your relationship instead of having a painful battle of the wits with him but right now, he’d withstand a thousand hours of scolding than the way his fellow soldiers worryingly clutter around their little general and ask about his well-being purely because those furry ears atop his bundle of bed hair decided to stay drooped down all week.

but he can’t help it! he’s utterly miserable! you didn’t even give him your complimentary “good morning, have fun at work, be safe” kiss before he left the door in the static quiet of your abode. to top this torture off? you haven’t pet him once, and while he’d normally revel in not being treated like an actual lap dog…you’re a huge exception in that rule!

unfortunately, it’s not like he can just outright demand attention from you merely because he’s feeling a bit down on his luck. you asked for peace, he’ll give it to you. he’s a war veteran but treats you like a flower thats sprouted on a ruined patch of sand.

ehem, but please come back to him soon. please?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

whatever it takes to get your pretty hand to ruffle through his brunette locks he’ll do, he doesn’t care if the apology consists of him kneeling down on pitifully shaking his head near your thigh with his lips puckered into a pout. shame doesn’t exist within your relationship right? he’s more than willing to apologise first regardless of who was to blame.

if the argument was a little more serious however, he’ll sit down you on your couch that holds so many sweet significant memories within your mind, his head resting atop your collarbone and tail sneakily swishing from side to side now that your heartbeat was so clear to him. he’ll hear you out, talk through it, but more importantly, love and appreciate you.

TARTAGLIA — 公子

nuh uh. you think you’re getting silence with someone like him around? unless one or both of you fucked up really bad, tartaglia can’t see the point in silent ignorance; if you want to ignore him to personally calm down? sure, do whatever you want honey, you’re still getting treated like the other piece of his heart that you are.

if you’re genuinely annoyed he can leave you alone…for maybe two hours thirty minutes max. he loves you so much, talk to him, he doesn’t care if you insult him out of anger, lash out at him if you must. so long as you return into his arms so he can sway you around within his tender embrace and pepper your face with kisses, he’ll be more than happy and satisfied.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

him all day — call it the big brother complex with having to always apologise first whenever he got into a slight squabble or disagreement with his siblings when he were younger, or call it pure unadulterated love for you and the refusal to continue with this pointless staring battles whenever you guys were sitting across from each other.

whatever it is, just know he takes your feelings seriously regardless of the teasing grin across his face when you try not to squirm from the way his hand traveled from across your waist to the slither of exposed stomach. he just wants to assure you that his love won’t ever fade even if it becomes so deliberately one sided. he’s yours, after all.

LYNEY — 林尼

he’s used to eerie silence that bellowed icy winds against his ears, used to the tension that forced out his fight or flight response, but currently all he could do was freeze and overthink. how come this silence seemed so much more deafening than usual?

lyney doesn’t want this worse than capital punishment torture to continue without at least the slightest bit of laughter mingled into both of your days; he tries his best to curve your lips to even the slightest twenty degree lift using whatever he could. silly little flower reappearing trick there, a sneaky kiss to the side of your neck here; just any fleeting desperate attempt for some reciprocation on your part.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

lyney’s used to apologising first given his experiences within the house of hearth and the father herself. so imagine his surprise when you both incidentally stammer over one another as you two splutter apologies helplessly. god he’s so happy your relationship is built open gushes of giggles instead of the splats of tears because if it weren’t for that cute little accident? lyney was sure the second you opened your lovely lips to speak he would’ve teared up.

he missed that voice telling him constant i love yous, the affectionate cradling of his face against your neck and the way you wouldn’t hesitate to hold his flushed face within your cooling hands to comfort him after a particularly stress inducing performance.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

you left the conversation with an “i love you.” so he knows that you’ll come back to him.

however, the last time he blindly trusted the comforting words of a loved one, it ended with blood on his hands and a lengthy sentence at the fortress of meropide. luckily for his heart and your own, he knows your charms and honeyed words aren’t for show and truly mean something.

wriothesley respects your boundaries and wishes to the t, he won’t speak to you like nothing at all happened but that doesn’t mean he won’t be overly cautious when it comes to your behavioural patterns. if he notices this sentence of silence is clearly taking its toll on you, he will, with no hesitation, talk everything out with you.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

depending on the argument, he’ll apologise first. if it’s rather undeniable that you were the one in the wrong however, he’ll explain his feelings thoroughly until you apologise — the standard. he doesn’t want this silence to end till the fortress of meropide overflows with primordial water so once you see multiple guards on your case more than ever, just know he’d like to talk to you.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

fontaine has been drenched in rain for the past couple of days. every hour, every minute, every second neuvillette spends alone in his office makes him realise just how grand and solemn it is. everything is so mundane and banal…even the cheerful mutters and chatters of the sweet melusines couldn’t bring a smile to his face — much to the dismay of the little sigewinne who even so kindly brought him a cake to cheer him up…

what makes it even worse is that everything reminds him of you…and oh god the muddied clouds have once again been cursed with rain. this unquenchable thirst for your presence cannot be ignored by a mere sip from his intricate cup and being the ever so carefully mindful iudex, neuvillette sees it more than fit to call this hopeless game of silence to quits.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

regardless of who’s in the wrong, neuvillette apologises first. he’s sorry for letting this go so far, he should’ve just trusted his gut and returned to your side even if it meant having to persuade you with his clever tongue or the coiling of his draconic tail around your leg to pull you sweetly closer.

honestly, if he could, he’d make this a punishment in the fortress of meropide for every couple. you committed a petty, technically non offensive crime? well instead of doing some charity work for the city, you’re not allowed by the side of your beloved for a few weeks.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

a bunny within the jaws of a spring locked beast thinking it can persuade the tides in their favour with silence? arlecchino is amused you’d think such cheap tomfoolery would work to solve through your problems.

“darling, come here,” she taps her lap with her blood-stained nail, her eyes looking up at you greedily to soak up every single jitter of your movements as you alas fall onto your rightful throne, “my dumb bunny,” arlecchino coos at you with that devilishly low hum of her voice. “do you think the phrases ignorance is bliss, distance brings fondness, truly work within our relationship?”

arlecchino painfully grasps at your waist, that grip only loosening once you comfortably situate yourself on her thighs and lace your arms around her neck per routine. “i’d expect this behaviour from my children at the house of hearth, not you, angel.” she nibbles on your earlobe deliberately, forcing your lips to part just the way she likes. that perfect look of both surprise and desire; it’s a gorgeous display of your vulnerability.

“explain to me your problems, or else we can be at this forever.”

no such thing as the silent treatment when the very epitome of a wordless shadow has betrothed you.

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Secrets I have held in my heart- Lyney x Gn!reader- Part 2

Are harder to hide than I thought t/w- Angst comfort, dancing in the rain, fluffy lyney and girl boss Lynette Summary- Hear me out... The reader is lyneys friend in Fontaine who secretly has a massive crush on lyney, thinking those feelings are one-sided hence not telling him. They went to lyneys show, but then lyney took an audience member - a beautiful woman - for a trick which involved a little dance motion. That made the readers heart crush, as they sat in the dark audience seat with tears falling down from their eyes - their mind telling them they'll never ever be in place of that woman.Gn reader please!!! A/n- I maybe wanted to start doing Honkai Star rail Oneshots too! Would you guys enjoy that??

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Lynette pov

Y/n walked out the performance mid way through. It was unlike them to do that, usually they sat and watched all of his tricks no matter how cheesy. I turned to face lyney, he was basically flirting with the girl on stage. About a week ago he had comfessed to me his love for y/n and y/n had done the same. Both thought it was one sided. Freminent and I are the only ones who knows. It kills us both to watch them be so oblivious.

The show continues as normal and Lyney and I finish with a bow as he throws flowers into the crowd. He has everyone fauning over him, girls, boys and everyone in between. I just don't think he realises how much he likes y/n and how much they like him back.

"Well I'd say that show was pretty successful wouldn't you Lynette?"

"Well yes, apart from the fact y/n walked out mid performance."

"They walked out? I-i didn't notice?"

"You were to busy flirting with that lady on stage."

"How could I be so stupid."

"I don't know. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to make tea."

Y/n pov

You wrapped your jacket tighter around you, the rain and wind were equally unforgiving. Maybe you should just get up and go? What were you doing waiting here? Were you hoping that Lyney would come out and find you? That he would come and hug you? That he would tell you how much he loved you?

It was useless. Of course he didn't love you back. You felt angry at him. He had flirted with you so much to the point that you'd actually fallen for him, and when he found out he was going to throw you away.

The suddenly stopped, well above you atleast. "Would you happen to be needing one of these. You might freeze to death if you keep sitting here in the rain."

"Go away Lyney."

He seemed taken aback at your words, and his usual flirty tone stopped. "Y/n what's wrong? You can talk to me you know."

"Not about this Lyney."

"You know I'm going to get it out for you eventually."

Maybe it was just the rain dripping down your face but something tickled your cheek. He gently reached out his hand almost like picking up an Injured bird. He wiped away your tears and slightly smiled.

"Come on don't cry. What's there to cry about?" He grabbed both your hands. "Come dance with me."

"You know I can't dance Lyney."

"And? I can teach you."

Despite the cold nipping at you, you started to feel warm. He dragged you out from the cover of the umbrella. Lyney placed one hand on your waist and the other leading your hand to his shoulders. Your hands were interlocked and you could feel yourself getting warmer by the second.

"Now just follow my steps. Can you do that?"

"Yeah."

He moved so gracefully, just like on stage. Except he seemed more genuine. The smile on his face was so.... Handome. You felt your heart skip a beat. It wasn't fair that he could make you feel like this from just smiling.

You pulled away quickly not wanting to even look at him anymore. He looked like a sad, damp puppy.

"Please tell me. I hate seeing you like this."

"Well I hate seeing you flirt with every person you-" You stopped because you realised what you said.

"Your jealous?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"You are oblivious aren't you Lyney." Lynette was standing against a pole with he tea in hand.

"What are you taking about Lynette?"

She sighed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You both like each other."

You could see his face turn a bright red as he turned to face you. "You like me y/n?"

"I-i do."

"See there you both go." Lynette said.

He ran quickly towards you and embraced you in the tightest hug and his whispered in your ear. "And you never told me..."

"I thought you didn't like me."

"What gave you that impression?"

"You flirt with alot of people."

"Well...yeah I do but I only had eyes for you." He thought for a bit longer before saying, "May I kiss you."

"You may."

So he did.

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LOVE TRIAL!

GUILTY AREN’T I? OF ALL MY LOVE CRIMES…

— [warnings]. [mentions of drinking (venti)]

— synopsis . . . [char] has decided to come clean and acknowledge all the facts necessary for conviction. the conviction? they’re in love with you.

(more simply, them just being hopeless losers that are in love with you hcs ๑>◡<๑)

— characters . . . venti, zhongli, tartaglia, wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley, navia, clorinde, arlecchino

— notes . . . i can't go on the genshin x reader tag anymore bc of the amount of smut on it, i���m so loved starved rn…*sighs dramatically* i added venti & zhongli purely bc i love them (plus they’d also be on trial for war reasons so hehe)

VENTI — 温迪

love is quite similar to the wind in a way. comes quickly, randomly, it can hit you hard, it can be gentle and peaceful yet it can also be irritating and noisy.

currently, venti was feeling all the negatives: drunk, irritated, and his heartbeat drowning out any exterior noises to the degree he didn’t even hear your recognisable footsteps entering angel’s share. normally, he’d instantly perk up at the mere glimpse of you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to even bother raising his head up from his arms anymore.

“venti? someone asked me to come check up on you…you alright? (o*｡_｡)o” you gently touched his back in comfort which just made his heart swell.

“mfh…i’m—hic—okay (ﾟヘﾟ)?” he responds nonchalantly.

“yeah, you sound very self-assured don’t you...come here then.”

“drink with me… (♡´𓋰`♡)”

“nope, i’m getting you far away from angel’s share, this is bad, even for you.” you speak to him so softly it almost makes him sleepy as you attempt to lift him up. venti wrapped his arms around your neck in response, pouting at you with a hazy and dizzy look.

his hand travels to your cheek, delicately caressing it with weird concentration. he leans into what seems like a kiss before pausing and resting his forehead onto your shoulder instead. he whispers in a delicate and dreamy tone, “i love you… too much.”

ZHONGLI — 钟离

zhongli fiddled with the brooch you gifted him while out on a stroll the other day with a complaisant smile, humming a tune to himself that he specifically remembered you sung. it was such a lovely melody, something so serene and gentle it was almost like the feeling of sunlight on your skin. or perhaps that was only the case because you sung it?

he’s an ancient being with countless of prior lifetimes and ones ahead; he’s no lovesick fool, but he couldn’t deny that the giddy feeling in his churning stomach, and the swirling of his heart is a rather enticing experience, one which he cannot tire from.

his mind traced back to the short hangout you had earlier today; nothing unusual, just a walk around liyue harbour with his hand inching closer to yours, breath hitching at the minute contact before he retracted his hand to awkwardly play with his rings. oh, and that angelic smile that he loved so much…

zhongli traced his bottom lip, imagining it as your own as a silly smile graced his face at his delusion. would you lean into his touch? move away? be startled, confused, or even worried? would you look away? or…

ahh…perhaps, he’s a little head over heels for you, alright?

TARTAGLIA — 公子

“tartaglia, please. this is seriously too much!!” he crumpled another letter with that specific and significant order and threw it skillfully over into the bin. there’s no such thing as “too much” when it comes to showering someone with gifts, ESPECIALLY during important holidays and events! at least that’s what tartaglia’s delusional lovesick mind has led him to wholeheartedly believe.

he gazes over at the countless trinkets you’ve given him over the course of your adventures and vacations; i mean if you can do it, why can’t he? little does he realise that “trinkets” is much more acceptable than “gifts that pile up to your ceiling at the end of each week”.

it makes sense for you to want to spoil someone any way you can if you love them.

…love them?? did he love you? i mean, he accepts your affection like it’s a natural instinct, sends you letters and gifts biweekly, his entire family knows you, and whenever you exchange gifts during holidays he purposefully skims his fingers over yours.

but that’s all just friendly gestures…okay listen he may have believed santa clause (or the teyvat equivalent…?) was real for several years because of pulcinella but he’s not THAT horrifically oblivious (grits teeth). he absolutely adores you, and the letters he has stashed away, that could practically count as love confessions due to how descriptive they are of your character, are solid evidence.

WANDERER — 流浪者

your mind has three defense mechanisms against impactful events: repression, denial and displacement. all of which were prevalent with the wanderer.

he pushed the conscious memories of abandonment into his unconscious, he ignored the reality of his feelings for you to avoid any form of attachment, and proceeded to take out his anger onto you because of the way you made him feel.

he’s convinced himself he hates you.

hate, within the context of a romantic relationship, arises mainly from a relational betrayal. betrayal trauma can feel an awful lot like the dull and lingering pain after a swift punch to the gut. the person who hurt you isn't a stranger, yet when they leave, it certainly feels like you never knew them at all.

that’s precisely why he can’t fall for you…but he does so anyway; because how was he meant to override the childish fluttering in his prototype heart whenever you gently brushed your shoulders together when walking, or when your eyes met and you instantly smiled at him so stupidly?

and well, he isn’t really doing a good job of pretending he hates you when he lets you touch him so freely, or when he seeks your simple affections out without shame…

☆ ITTY BITTY SPOILERS ☆ for both fontaine archon quests 🐳

LYNEY — 林尼

lyney rubbed his weary eyes as the light began to settle into his view. while initially blurry, after blinking a few times, lyney realised exactly where he was; the opera epiclese. yet he’s not standing where he and his twin would be if they were preforming a magic show, rather, he was standing directly where an accused perpetrator would.

despite how hazy he felt, that tinge of anxiety managed to bubble into his stomach to ironically stabilise him. the stomping sound of a cane reverberated through the room which fixed his attention to the iudex. “order.” his voice caused lyney to grimace whatever words he’d utter next. why was he reliving this moment?

“mister lyney, i hereby declare you as guilty in this love trial.”

lyney couldn’t help but blink and tilt his head in confusion…what kind of trial? was that some sort of code? 【・_・?】

“with no further objections, the oratrice shall now deliver its final verdict.” however, before he could hear the motions of the machine in action, he awoke: sweaty, confused, and face flushed a brilliant red hue. lyney glanced over at his bedside table, his cheeks tinting even redder at the sight of a rose that he gained from your fine hands.

maybe that dream was trying to tell him something…(｡•́︿•̀｡)

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

recently, the skies of fontaine have been ever so clear. every blemish of grey spotted clouds disarrayed into a flurry of white, the sun blazing out and making it the most perfect atmosphere for a pleasant summer. though…this was the middle of october, so this particular weather puzzled the fontaine citizens, albeit with little complaint.

neuvillette sat in his office with a gentle and subtle smile expressed his soft features, although he maintained that ‘air’ of professionalism as he went over a recent investigation, he subconsciously grazed his fingertips over a letter with your name on it.

to neuvillette, love is a lot like a trial (or perhaps that’s the only analogy he can conjure up to comprehend his deepening feelings for you). you put yourself out there, presenting your best case for why you deserve to be loved, just as a lawyer presents their case for why their client is innocent. it involves the same sense of vulnerability, uncertainty, and even risk: you don't know how the outcome will turn out, and you have to have faith in the process and trust in the person who is judging (or loving) you.

his judgement about you, however, doesn’t need much thought or even a confirmation of the verdict with the oratrice. he’s in love with you, devoted, if you will. and perhaps, if you’re willing, he’d be happy to make a whole argumentative case on why you deserve him.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

he’s very tempted to make a case against you.

you’ve committed the most heinous crime known to teyvat, one which no person has had the courage to fulfil:

stealing his heart.

how long would he have you down in the fortress for to pay for your crimes? glad you asked, because he’s made an entire mental plan for whenever you visit him in the fortress of meropide (for whatever reason…let’s just hope it’s nothing TOO bad ahaha…. ._.)

your sentence would depend on how long it takes for you to fall for him too. god he’s never realised how much of an absolute loser he can be when enamoured it actually makes him angry. if you could see the way he low-key giggles and plays with his hair at even the slightest glimpse of you, he’s assured your sentence would be several years instead of his hopeful couple months (unless you’re already in love with him then…hey.)

i’m pretty certain if he could, he’d send you a letter that says “haha, what if we kissed? just kidding! unless…”

yeah, he’s THAT level of loser for you. (*´∀｀*)

NAVIA — 娜维娅

valentine’s day has become her favourite holiday! not for any “particular” reason…certainly not because she can use the day to “platonically” spoil you with food and subtle affection whenever she pleases.

“happy valentine’s day! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡” navia smiles at you and bows, presenting you a pink bag glittered in hearts, a cute bow on of one of the handles. you smiled in response and took the bag from her gently. merely catching a sneaky peek into it you could see several little plastic bags filled with goodies and sweets, ones you assumed where baked by her fine hands.

“thank you, navia! honestly, i look forward to this every year~ (∩❛ڡ❛∩)” you laugh as you unwrap one of the brownies in the bag and begin chewing on it with a complaisant and satisfied expression. your sweet and genuine look made her heart clench in her chest, she coughs into her hand awkwardly and looks away from your lips.

“uhum, i’m glad! anyways i’ve got uhh…something to do…(｡>\\<)” she replied hastily, clutching at her chest dramatically as she left, leaving you rather confused: you continued to eat her pastries regardless of the sudden change in atmosphere, because i mean who doesn’t like free shit made specifically for you?

navia’s mind and heart felt so fuzzy as she checked her complexion in her pocket sized mirror, padding at her face with powder to futilely hide her immense blush. putting away her mirror, she flipped over her hat to reveal a matching pink letter with cursive writing on it. “sorry lyney your plan was cute and all…but i seriously can’t do this today…”

CLORINDE — 克洛琳德

harbouring her position as the best champion duelist means there’s plenty of people (people who desire death at the hands of a pretty woman.) who wish to duel or spar against her purely to see her skills personally. yet, so far there’s been no one who’s stepped up to that challenge (we can ignore tartaglia for now.)

until you, that is. you have no reason to ask to spar with her, and while she has little reason to refuse you, she does reject your requests each time. however, clorinde has learnt over time that refusing your cute face and sweet smile leaves a little bit of her hollow, so alas, one day when she had a free schedule — she accepted a spar session.

thank the hydro archon that she did because holy shit. clorinde never thought she had a type, perhaps just someone who’s the opposite of her to balance her out, but now she definitely knows you qualify. the way the sweat drips down your arms and neck, your expression fixed yet amused and the subtle vein forming on your hand as you grip your weapon…shit she’s not paying attention.

as you strike a blow that leaves her tumbling backwards onto the floor, a cheeky grin adorns your face that makes her heart skip like pebbles on a flowing river. you can boast about your win against the champion duelist for all of teyvat to hear, all she cares about is seeing that side of you again…please.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

ah well shit.

this isn’t going to exactly work now, will it? technically, falling in love with a subordinate isn’t against some sort of law or code, but a harbinger being bewitched is a different story.

arlecchino leaned against her desk with her hands resting behind her. an icy shiver ran down your spine as her eyes were practically piercing through you. did you mess up on a report or something…? was this the end…(,,>ࡇ<,,)? you’ve always thought you kept a pretty good and quite close relationship with the knave, but perhaps that was your downfall?

it’s not easy to ignore the deafening sound of her heartbeat, that alone made it even more difficult to concentrate when you’re just an arms reach away from her in her private study, with no one to bother you two. it’s futile to ignore the fluttering of your heart, therefore, arlecchino decides to saunter over to you with a poker face, something which only made you want to die on the spot.

she leaned over on your desk with her hands right on the edge, you instinctively peel your head upwards to question her with a meek voice, “is uhm, something wrong, knave?” you begged she didn’t notice the slight quiver in your voice.

“i believe,” she averts her gaze before staring directly at you with a much more softened expression, “i’ve fallen in love with you.”

I KNEW IT INSTANTLY, YOU’RE ALSO GUILTY…

©STARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost <3

[staryuee]

WHO FELL FIRST, WHO FELL HARDER ?

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread (yet..), subtle mention of kavetham (although not main focus!)

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

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

A. KAEYA — 凯亚

♡ you fell first, he fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

♡ he fell first, he fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BAIZHU — 白术

♡ you fell first, you fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

XIAO — 魈

♡ he fell first, he fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NINGGUANG — 凝光

♡ you fell first, she fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YELAN — 夜兰

♡ you fell first, you fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶

♡ he fell first, you fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WANDERER — 流浪者

♡ you fell first, he fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

“i can’t stand them.”

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

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

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

K. AYAKA — 神里绫华

♡ she fell first, she fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

♡ he fell first, he fell harder

apparently love at first sight runs in the kamisato family.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CYNO — 赛诺

♡ he fell first, you fell harder

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

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

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

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

AL HAITHAM — 艾���海森

♡ you fell first, he fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

KAVEH — 卡维

♡ he fell first, he fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DEHYA — 迪希雅

♡ she fell first, you fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆ SPOILERS FOR FONTAINE QUEST

LYNEY — 林尼

♡ you fell first, he fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

NAVIA — 娜维娅

♡ she fell first, you fell harder

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

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

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

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

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

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