#to fontaine to be your actors

[ramblebrambleamble]

"The actors I recommended are after more than just Mora."

[dkniade]

Furina & Yun Jin: mortals on-stage performing (different forms and different scales of) operas and becoming their characters (?) with little change in appearance*, received their Vision from a performance, vastly popular actors in their regions and leaders of sorts

Furina & Shenhe: born with some form of curse/ill fate, human perceived as a god/otherwise immortal by others, formerly not as free as they seem as the characters in the aforementioned operas. But now, free and integrating back into society as a human with loving friends!

I want these three to meet

*Yun Jin says in “More About Yun Jin: II” that she tries to 清唱 (sing operas without costume, hairstyling, and makeup) as much as possible.

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Yun Jin Vision

It was a monodrama about a strenuous walk in the snow. It happened to be a snowy day when Yun Jin first performed the opera.

Having gone astray in the snow, the character felt lost and lamented her helplessness. Somehow, the snow in the story seemed to fall into reality. Yun Jin, who had also found herself adrift, felt as if she had become her character.

That was what she had been looking for, the feeling of leaving herself behind and walking in the shoes of the many characters she played.

To breathe, to live, and to smile just like them.

Furina Character Story 5

Yet, she slowly began to realize that the godly role she was playing was eating into her.

A horrifying doubt began to creep up on her — how should she react when glad, if not to laugh loudly?

Perhaps she was once a girl who did not much enjoy laughter. Perhaps she had once been the sort to give up on herself at the first sign of difficulty, but such emotions had already slipped away, bit by bit.

-

Yun Jin: That was the feeling I’ve been looking for onstage, where the line between the character and I blurred.

Furina: Oh, well— surely you have to go out-of-character at some point when you step off the stage?

Yun Jin: Yes, but even off-stage wouldn’t you say that life mirrors opera, just as opera reflects life?

[Insert fitting Furina dialogue here]

[insert more dialogue on how hard it is to be a leader]

[heliosunny]

Hi! I wasn’t sure if you’ve played the older genshin events/have an interest in him, but if you do could I request something for yan! Albedo? His long awaited return has been causing me crazy brainrot lol I’d love to hear your thoughts on him

Rest assured, I've been one of the players since the game's release and only stopped playing after Fontaine. It was a magical game back then, but I lost interest later on and dropped it. Hope u enjoy reading this!

Contractual Affection

Yandere!Albedo x Reader

Albedo sat in the dim glow of multiple screens, his sharp eyes scanning the profiles in front of him. His fingers tapped idly against his desk.

"This one."

The assistant beside him marked the chosen candidate.

You had heard the rumors.

The Kreideprinz Corporation paid exceptionally well—better than any other company in Teyvat. But there was a catch: employees never lasted long. Some said the work was grueling. Others whispered about the CEO’s particular standards.

Then, the real surprise came.

"You’ve also been selected as his partner in marriage."

Wait—what? You're here for work though.

Before you could protest, you were ushered into his office.

"I’ve been waiting for you." 

You checked the email notification on your phone again and again.

"Congratulations! You’ve been selected as the personal assistant to Chief Albedo Kreideprinz. Additionally, you are hereby formally engaged to him under a provisional contract."

You blinked. Then read it again.

…What? How did you miss the second line?

Sure, the job posting had mentioned "unconventional benefits" but this was not what you’d signed up for. You were thrilled to get the job, maybe that's why you didn't even bother to finish reading the mail.

Albedo’s office was pristine, much like the man himself. He didn’t even glance up when you stormed in, waving your phone like a white flag of confusion.

"There’s been a mistake!" you insisted. "I applied for a job, not an—an arranged marriage!"

Finally, he set down his pen. His gaze was glacial, but there was something beneath it—amusement? Annoyance?

"No mistake," he said. "It’s a temporary arrangement. My family has been… insistent."

Alice—his adoptive mother, a whirlwind of chaos, and Klee, his little sister (bless her explosive heart), had apparently decided that Albedo’s "workaholic iciness" was a cry for help. They’d misread his quiet dedication as loneliness.

"They believe I lack 'human warmth,'" he deadpanned. "This was their solution."

You crossed your arms. "So I’m your..."

"For appearances only. The salary, of course, will reflect the additional role."

…Well. That was a staggering number. And, not that it mattered, but Albedo was unfairly handsome.

"Fine," you sighed. "But no weird demands. We keep it professional."

"Naturally."

Breaking News! The announcement hit the tabloids: "Kreideprinz CEO ENGAGED to Mystery Partner!"

Speculations ran wild. But your identity remained sealed under airtight confidentiality—for your safety, the contract stated.

…Which meant you now had to dodge paparazzi, side-eye strangers in cafes, and resist the urge to throat-punch anyone who whispered, "I heard they’re a gold-digger."

The pressure was on.

Surprisingly… Albedo was chill about it.

He treated you with the same detached politeness as before, just with added "my dear" in front of the board members.

"This isn’t working," you admitted one evening, slumping into his office couch. "People think you hired an actor. Look at this."

You shoved your phone at him. A gossip forum’s top thread: "Albedo’s ‘partner’ = paid PR stunt??"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! If this fails, your family will just set you up again. And I’d like to keep my lucrative job." You hesitated. "We should… go on dates. Public ones."

Albedo finally looked up from his notes.

"Very well. Dinner at La Lumière tomorrow."

You should’ve known the universe would punish you for trying to help.

The photo splashed across every gossip site by dawn: "Albedo’s Future spouse Caught in Scandalous Rendezvous!" The caption screamed betrayal, but the reality was pathetic. You’d just been asking an old friend for café recommendations while Albedo took a phone call.

You’d explained. He’d nodded calmly. "I trust you."

…Which somehow made it worse.

Now, holed up in his pristine townhouse (a temporary safety measure, he insisted), you stared at the latest headline: "Heartbroken Kreideprinz: Is the Engagement Doomed?"

You groaned into a couch cushion. "I’m going to strangle the press with their own camera straps."

knock knock knock.

Albedo hadn’t mentioned visitors. The paparazzi wouldn’t dare approach his private residence… right?

Cautiously, you peered through the door’s stained glass and saw a tiny figure in a red hat, bouncing on their toes.

You cracked the door open. "…Hello?"

"Hi!!" The girl beamed, clutching a backpack that rattled suspiciously. "I’m Klee! Big brother Albedo said I could visit, but.." She leaned in, whispering loudly, "he forgot, so you gotta let me in before the monsters find me!"

…What.

Five minutes in, you learned three things:

Klee was Albedo’s sister (and a walking explosion hazard).

She adored her brother (and was thrilled he "finally got a friend!").

She had the energy of a thousand suns (and zero respect for "boring adult rules").

By the time Albedo’s immaculate living room resembled a rainbow bomb site, crayon murals on the walls, Dodoco plushies staging a coup on the sofa, and something sticky on the ceiling, you were ready to collapse.

Klee, however, was just getting started.

"Watch this!!" She brandished a handful of glitter. "Sparkly Boom—"

"NO—" You lunged.

The door clicked open.

Albedo stood in the doorway, gaze sweeping over the chaos, the overturned furniture, the glue-streaked floor, Klee dangling from the chandelier (how?!) before landing on you.

"…I was gone for two hours."

Klee waved. "We bonded! Your friend's fun, Big brother Albedo!"

"Did you now?"

You thrust Klee toward Albedo like a live grenade.

"Here. Please."

He took her without comment, though his eyebrow twitched at the glitter smeared across his sleeve while you scrambled to salvage his ruined home.

"Leave it," he said, catching your wrist as you tried to scrub crayon off the wallpaper. "I’ve already called a cleaning service."

"You—what? Then why didn’t you—"

"You seemed… invested."

Was that amusement in his voice?

With the house uninhabitable and no food in sight (RIP, the exploded kitchen experiment Klee swore was a "snack"), the three of you fled to a quiet corner of Mondstadt’s tavern.

Peace, at last.

"Big brother Albedo," Klee chirped around a mouthful of sticky honey roast, "do you like your friend?"

You choked on your water.

"Of course."

"But like-like? Like how Mom likes Dad before he went poof?"

"Klee—"

"Because if you like-like them, you gotta hold hands! And kiss! And—"

"We are engaged." Albedo interjected smoothly. "That means I care for them deeply, and we’ll be together… indefinitely."

Klee squinted. "That’s boring. Prove it."

"It’s inappropriate to do such things in front of children."

"Liar." She puffed her cheeks. "Mom kisses people all the time in front of me!"

With terrifying calm, he turned to you.

"Apologies."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Your face burned. Klee giggled. Albedo sipped his wine like nothing happened.

"Happy?" he asked Klee.

"Mmm… barely pass." She grinned at you.

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate both of you."

-----

The moment you stepped out of the shop, you knew something was wrong.

A man you’d never seen before suddenly blocked your path, grinning like a wolf who’d spotted easy prey. "Hey there, sweetheart. Fancy meeting you here."

You sidestepped, but he grabbed your wrist. "Come on, don’t be like that. Let’s chat—"

Camera flashes erupted.

Shit. You’d been set up.

The paparazzi lurked just out of reach, snapping photos of the "scandalous encounter" they’d orchestrated. Your pulse spiked—this would be everywhere by sundown.

"Remove your hand."

You didn’t even have to turn to know Albedo was there.

The man scoffed. "Or what? You gonna fight me over your little—"

Albedo’s fingers dug into the man’s shoulder, forcing him back with terrifying ease. "I won’t repeat myself."

The cameras went wild.

You expected him to drag you away. Instead, Albedo cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek where the stranger had nearly grazed you. "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head.

Then, in full view of the paparazzi, he pulled you close, one arm locking around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Let’s go home," he murmured, loud enough for the cameras to catch.

The crowd erupted.

Once the authorities dispersed the paparazzi, Albedo didn’t let go. His grip on your hand was just shy of painful, his strides too fast as he led you through backstreets.

"Albedo—"

"Quiet."

Only when you were safely inside his car did he finally look at you.

"It won’t happen again."

--Days before the actual selection--

The stack of personnel files sat neatly on Albedo’s desk, each one meticulously reviewed and annotated in his precise, angular script. He had no patience for incompetence, no interest in those who might disrupt the careful order of his work. And yet, when he reached your file, his pen hovered.

He didn’t believe in fate. But something about you, the way your credentials aligned so perfectly with his needs, made him pause.

A practical choice. He circled your name in red ink.

But just to be sure, he'll look up for more information.

At the time, it was nothing more than that.

He hadn’t expected you to be good with Klee.

Most people weren’t. Either they coddled her like glass or scolded her recklessness without understanding the sharp mind behind it.

You handed her bandages when she skinned her knees, humming distractedly as she chattered about her latest "experiment." You packed her lunches with the same precision you applied to his reports, slipping in a handwritten note now and then ("No sparkling bombs today, okay?").

And when Albedo worked through the night, he’d find a fresh pot of coffee at his elbow, a blanket draped over the back of his chair.

It shouldn’t have mattered.

-------

The sky had been clear when you left headquarters. Albedo remembered this distinctly because he had noted the weather in his daily log—72% humidity, minimal cloud coverage, optimal conditions for outdoor testing.

And yet, by mid-afternoon, the clouds rolled in like spilled ink.

He was reviewing soil samples when the first raindrops hit the windows. A flicker of movement caught his eye—you, darting across the courtyard below, arms raised uselessly over your head as the downpour soaked through your clothes in seconds.

A logical man would have returned to his work.

Albedo found himself at the door with his coat in hand before he'd fully processed the decision.

You nearly collided with him when you burst inside.

"Oh—!" You skidded to a halt, blinking water from your lashes. "I didn't think anyone was—"

"Take this." He thrust the coat at you.

"But you'll—"

"I dislike repeating myself."

"...Thank you."

He watched, inexplicably fascinated, as you shrugged it on. The sleeves swallowed your hands whole.

"You look ridiculous." 

You laughed, shaking rainwater from your hair. "Well, it's not like I had much choice. Unless you wanted me tracking mud through your—"

"The third floor lavatory has a hand dryer." He turned on his heel. "Try not to electrocute yourself."

You returned the coat folded neatly on his desk, still faintly damp at the cuffs.

Albedo picked it up. The scent hit him like a poorly calibrated reaction. His grip tightened.

Across the room, Klee bounced on her toes. "Big brother, are you listening? I said—"

"Later, Klee."

The coat went into his desk drawer.

---

A late night in the lab, the winter chill seeping through the windows. You rubbed your arms absently, fingers numb from sorting through stacks of his research notes.

A shadow fell over you, then the weight of his coat across your shoulders.

You startled. "I’m not—"

"You’re shivering." His fingers lingered at your collarbone, adjusting the lapel. "It’s inefficient."

The fabric was still warm from his body.

You didn’t have time to protest before he was back at his desk, scribbling equations like nothing happened.

Then there was this other time.

"You’ll freeze."

The winter wind howled through the streets as Albedo looped his scarf around your neck.

"I have my own—"

"Not thick enough." He tugged the wool tighter, his breath fogging in the air between you. 

When the paparazzi snapped photos of you wrapped in his colors, he didn’t correct the headlines.

"Kreideprinz’s Future Spouse Spotted in His Clothes!"

"Stay close."

Albedo’s hand settled at the small of your back as you navigated the ballroom. This was something you didn't expect to do. Dancing and all at a party.

"We agreed—no unnecessary contact in public."

"Mm." His thumb stroked your spine. "But that reporter from Fontaine has been staring. Credibility demands consistency."

Then his lips were at your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe.

You gasped.

"Paparazzi expect them at events like this." he murmured, pulling back to admire the mark blooming on your neck. 

Your face burned. "That’s..."

"Shall I add another?"

The office knew.

How could they not? Their boss is definitely not good at hiding his true intention.

But the worst part?

You were starting to like it.

The way his gloves caught in your hair when he "fixed" your hood. The weight of his coat. The thrill when he glared down people who dared to flirt.

----

It was just another ordinary day.

You were delivering a stack of reports to Albedo’s office when a loud crash from the hallway startled you. The papers in your hands slipped, scattering across the floor. With a sigh, you knelt to gather them, only to freeze when you realized what you were looking at.

A list of names.

His original selection of candidates.

Each one was meticulously annotated—appearance, qualifications, personality traits. All of them were stunning. All of them were brilliant.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

"Wow, look at these people. Gorgeous, talented.. Why am I even here? I should’ve quit ages ago." you joked, shuffling the papers back together.

You looked up.

Albedo stood in the doorway.

"You’re not leaving, are you?"

"I—It was a joke." you stammered, quickly standing.

He stepped forward, his fingers curling around your waist. "Humor is subjective. That wasn’t funny."

"I wasn’t serious."

Just as he leaned in, his lips parting to say something far from professional.

"OH MY, IS THIS A WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT?!"

There she was—Alice, Albedo’s adoptive mother, back from her latest trip.

Her eyes darted between the two of you, Albedo’s hand still gripping your waist, your face burning crimson, and she grinned.

"Awwww! My little chalk prince finally found love!" she cooed, clapping her hands. "And you! You’re adorable! Oh, we have to start planning—"

Before you could even process, she had whipped out a detailed baby-naming guide from god knows where and was flipping through it excitedly.

"Hmm, if it’s a girl, ‘Lumine’ has a nice ring!"

You were mortified. Albedo, however, looked completely unbothered.

"Mother," he said calmly, "this is Y/N L/N."

"I KNOW! I SAW THE HEADLINES!" Alice squealed, grabbing your hands. "You’re staying for dinner. We’re celebrating! Klee! KLEE, GET IN HERE!!!"

The "celebration" lasted three full days—three days of Alice’s increasingly unhinged wedding plans, Klee’s sugar-fueled energy, and Albedo watching it all with the quiet amusement of a man who had already accepted his fate.

By the time you finally returned home (Alice having vanished mid-party with a "Be back in a year or five! Love you!"), you were exhausted.

Klee, somehow still buzzing with energy, had insisted on a "sleepover!"—which meant she now lay sprawled between you and Albedo in the bed, her tiny limbs taking up an unreasonable amount of space.

"Hey," Klee piped up, rolling onto her side to squint at you. "Hypothetically… if Big brother Albedo turned into a dragon and kidnapped you, would you be mad?"

"What?"

"Like, a big dragon. With scales and fire and stuff. And he carried you away to his super-secret dragon castle and said you could never leave." She grinned. "Would you stay?"

You shot a glance at Albedo, who was watching you with far too much interest.

"Well," you mused, playing along, "if he was nice about it… and maybe let me redecorate the dragon castle… I guess it wouldn’t be so bad."

Klee giggled. "He’d definitely be nice! He’d give you all the books you want and never let anyone else take you!"

Albedo’s fingers twitched against the sheets.

You yawned, your eyelids growing heavy. "Mmm… then sure. I’d stay."

Klee opened her mouth to ask another question, but before she could, you were already asleep.

Albedo waited until Klee’s breathing evened out—until she, too, finally succumbed to sleep, curled up like a little firework ready to explode at dawn.

Carefully, he shifted her to the side, tucking the blankets around her before turning his attention to you.

His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from your face.

He had made the right choice.

Not just in selecting you, though that had been flawless in its own way, but in keeping you. In letting you carve a space into his life, his routines.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, murmuring something unintelligible.

The peace lasted exactly two hours.

The bedroom door burst open with enough force to rattle the walls.

"GOOD MORNING, FUTURE GRANDBABY FACTORY—"

Albedo’s arm shot out, catching Alice by the collar before she could leap onto the bed. Klee snorted in her sleep, rolling over like a tiny, bomb-happy burrito. You jolted upright, hair sticking in every direction.

"Mother," Albedo hissed through gritted teeth, "they’re sleeping."

Alice pouted. "But I have blueprints for a nursery! And a list of explosion-proof baby names!"

Without breaking eye contact, Albedo reached for his desk intercom. "Security."

As they hauled Alice away, her voice echoed down the hall:

"FINE! BUT I’M MAILING YOU THE CRIB ANYWAY—"

The door slammed.

You stared at Albedo.

Then, slowly, he pulled the blankets over your head.

"Five more minutes" he muttered.

----

You woke in a cold sweat, gasping.

"Albedo—Albedo—"

He was already awake, "Hm?"

"I just dreamt you were a dragon," you panted, "and you...you swallowed me whole—"

Albedo laughed. Not a polite chuckle, but a deep, unhinged sound that vibrated through his chest.

"That’s not funny!" you hissed, swatting his arm.

"It’s hilarious," he corrected, wiping his eye. "And biologically implausible. Unless," he added thoughtfully, "I shrunk you first."

You gaped at him.

He kissed your forehead. "Go back to sleep."

You did not.

[chuusheartattck]

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)

Synopsis: You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.

(Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song Espresso!)

(Everyone is at least 18+)

Pairing: Actor!Scaramouche x Gnidol!Reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, celeb au, crack, angst if you squint, slow burn

Warnings: Lots of swearing, alcohol, smoking, bullying, kms/kys jokes, crude jokes, any pictures used aren’t meant to represent y/n in any way

Status: Completed (June 27 2024-October 18 2024)

Tysm for reading!

☕️= Written

A/n: Hi!! This is my first smau ever and first post on this account! I’ve been reading them a lot n decided I want to write one myself. This will be around 40 chapters so be prepared for how long it is. If you have any tips lmk as I’m also new to tumblr! :)

Profiles: ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ II ‘Inazuma Entertainment’

Prologue: New celeb has entered the chat!

Act I: I’m working late, cause I’m a singer

01- Espresso , 02- Excuse me? , 03- FBGM , 04- Don’t get too drunk!, 05- Party O’ Clock ☕️ ,

06- Apologies ☕️ , 07- Hell no , 08- Absolutely not , 09- Investigations , 10- New player ,

Act II: Oh he looks so cute, wrapped around my finger

11- Rumors , 12- Opp central , 13- Ik the law baby ☕️ , 14- Redemption arc? , 15- Down the drain ,

16- Scandal , 17- Choose your pokémon! , 18- Feeling lucky ☕️ , 19- TCAS , 20- Shambles ☕️ ,

Act III: My twisted humor, make him laugh so often

21- Jealously jealousy , 22- Two can play at that game , 23- Get him back! , 24- Bittersweet date , 25- Revealed ,

26- Nobody knows ☕️ , 27- IFHY , 28- Ultimatum , 29- 10k hours , 30- It’s whatever ☕️ ,

Act IV: My honey bee, come and get this pollen

31- No regrets , 32- Flashback mary ☕️ , 33- Get up , 34- You ight ☕️ , 35- Not so bad ,

36- Short n’ spicy , 37- Dress to impress , 38- Please please please , 39- Fire? Flames! , 40- 10 things i hate about you ☕️

[sosa2imagines]

lucky-bucky-boy has a really good smutty one shot about being undercover with Bucky

"Undercovers"

Warnings- SMUT! Friends to lovers? -------------------------------------------

The air in the fancy casino, was thick with cologne and desperation. Bucky, ever the picture of charm and sophistication, in a well-tailored black suit, leaned closer to you, his voice a low rumble. “Enjoying the high life, doll face?”

You batted your eyelashes, channelling your inner actor. “Only because you're here, handsome.”

It was all part of the act. You and Bucky, have been working together for about two years. It had been a normal mission so far. Until you two were told, that you had to pose as lovers for the upcoming mission. You both were calm about it.

Flirting with Bucky was the easy part, as you two were close friends. A playful banter was a natural extension of your friendship.

Mr and Mrs. Stan, socialite couple with a penchant for gambling and questionable art collections. In reality, you and Bucky were after a stolen prototype weapon, rumored to be changing hands tonight.

Tonight, it was amplified, a performance for any potential buyers lurking around. You exchanged playful swats, whispered secrets, and Bucky even ‘accidentally’ brushed his hand against yours, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. All for the mission, of course you thought…so did Bucky. Right?

Hours bled into each other, a blur of clinking glasses, fabricated interest in dubious paintings, and a well-timed ‘win’ at the roulette table.

As Bucky went, to get drinks for you and him, some guy came over and started to talk with you. “Hey beautiful, what's your name?” The man asked, trying to flirt with you, Bucky was quick by your side, gripping your arm firmly, glaring at the man. “Leave her alone.” Bucky said through clenched teeth, his tone dripping with warning, the man seemed puzzled by his response.

“What's it to ya? Can't a man flirt with a beautiful woman?” The man retorted. Bucky let out a small murmur of annoyance, as he gripped your arm tighter and glared at the man again. “No, you can't.” Bucky said, he still couldn't believe that he was being this possessive over you, he had no right. Right? He couldn't stop the burning jealousy that was building in him.

“And I don't like someone touching or flirting with my fiancée! Get away, you understand?” Bucky said, and the man seemed to see the warning in his eyes this time, and finally nodded and started to walk away. The air crackled with nervous electricity and something else entirely.

Maybe it was the wine, or the sequined cocktail dress that felt like a second skin (and three sizes too small), but your stomach was doing loop-the-loops.

The possessive nature of Bucky was a major turn on for you. Your panties, were in a twist.

The night was a blur of champagne flutes, caviar canapés, and Bucky's expertly delivered charm. You danced close, your bodies brushing, sending shivers down each other’s spine. The playful flirting, you both usually reserved for sparring sessions, took on a whole new meaning under the chandeliers.

“You know...” Bucky murmured, his breath warm against your ear as you both waltzed, “this whole fiancé thing feels surprisingly believable.”

You scoffed, but blush heated your cheeks. “Maybe a little too believable, ‘Stan’.”

Soon, Valentina Fontaine the target began to approach you and Bucky.

“You ready, doll?” Bucky drawled, the black fabric straining across his broad shoulders. A playful glint danced in his steel-blue eyes. “As ready as I'll ever be, handsome…” you retorted, trying to project confidence.

Valentina was flirting heavily with Bucky, which made you see red. You wonder, if this is, how he felt before? She was ignoring you completely, and you had enough of her touching Bucky, who was highly uncomfortable.

You excused yourself and weaved through the throng, brushing against a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. One ‘accidentally’ spilling on Valentina, as her guards rushed to clean her up, Bucky like a gentleman held her purse, making you roll your eyes, as he swiftly took the key from it.

Finally, your chance arrived. Valentina, took a bathroom break. Bucky, ever the smooth operator, distracted her bodyguards, while you slipped into her private dressing room. Jackpot. A hidden compartment in her vanity revealed a flash drive with incriminating data.

Back in your hotel room, adrenaline buzzed through your veins. Relief warred with a newfound tension. You'd gotten the intel, but the night wasn't over. Here, alone in this opulent cage, the charade started to unravel.

Bucky poured drinks for you and him, his gaze lingering on you. “Good job tonight...” he said, his voice rough.

A teasing smile played on your lips. “Always the charmer, Barnes.” But the compliment hung heavy in the air. You both circled each other, the playful dance taking on a new edge.

“So…any reason, you made the waiter spill champagne on Valentina?” Bucky asks with a mischievous smirk. “Any reason, you were possessive, when the guy was flirting with me?” you teased him back.

“I was looking after my future wife…” “I was looking after my future husband…”

“Well, partner,” you say, with a playful smile, tossing the stolen flash drive to Bucky, who catches it with a wink. “Mission accomplished.”

Bucky's eyes narrowed. “Indeed. Now, about that fiancé thing…”

He pulled you close, the suit jacket falling away to reveal the familiar worn t-shirt he wore beneath. Laughter escaped your lips as he dipped you a playful bow.

“Care to take it one step further, doll?”

One step closer, and his hand was on your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft path over your lips. “This,” he murmured, his voice husky, “this feels a little too real, doesn't it?”

And it did. The line between mission and something more had blurred. Your breath hitched. “Maybe it should...” you whispered before kissing him.

It started as a release; a surge of emotions bottled up for too long. But the kiss ignited something deeper, a fire fuelled by unspoken feelings and the thrill of the night. Clothes fell away, replaced by a desperate urgency.

As soon as your back was pressed against the bed, Bucky lost all self-control.

A growl emitted from his throat, low and rumbling against your mouth. The kiss was hard, a battle of tongues for dominance. An aggressive kiss, making you moan and Bucky’s cock to twitch mindlessly against your tummy.

Bucky pulls back, looking at you. He gently traces his finger over your face. “Mine…” He leans down and brushes his lips against yours, kissing you deeply.

You deepen the kiss, your hands gently sliding down his butt. He slides his hands down your back, his fingers lightly brushing against your butt, kneading them. His kiss becomes hungry, almost desperate, as if he wants as much of you, as he can get.

“You drive me crazy, doll face...” he murmurs against your skin. He leans back down and deepens his kiss, his touch more insistent, his hands sliding over your body. Bucky kisses along your collarbone, down towards your chest, his lips finding the sensitive skin between your breasts. His breath is warm against you, as he lets one of his hands wander lower, his fingertips lightly brushing between your legs.

His lips find the spot on your neck and you moan softly. His fingers find the spot in your cunt. You gasp and moan, your hands slide along Bucky's sides up to his hair, tangling in them.

“I'm gonna take good care of you, doll.” Bucky murmurs against your neck, as he kisses along your collarbone again, nipping and sucking until he's sure he's left a mark.

His hands took your breasts between his palms, kneading them, worshipping them. He took one of the hardened nipples between his lips, sucking it with a deep moan. “Bu…Bucky” you gasped. He nuzzled his face against your breasts before pulling his mouth away, with an obscene pop.

You moan and gently roll your hips against him, the anticipation almost driving you over the edge. He pauses as his eyes move over you, drinking in the sight of you, his breathing is heavy. “You're so beautiful...” he says, sliding a hand up your thigh to your hip and leaning down to kiss along your stomach, his warm lips moving slowly.

“Bucky…” you moan, your hands tangling in the sheets again. His tongue starts to move slowly, teasingly over you. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stifle your sounds as he slowly circles his tongue around your clit, teasing your button.

Bucky lets out a low moan against you, as he leans back, hooking his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer, as he lowers his head and his tongue finds your center again, moving slowly.

You let go of the sheets, as your hands grip his hair, your back arching in pleasure, as he drives you closer with his tongue. “Bucky…” you gasp, your eyes closing as he brings you closer to the edge.

He can feel you're close, by the way your body tenses, the way your breathing changes. He moves his tongue faster, wanting to take you over the edge, pushing you closer and closer, until you let out a gasp and a shiver runs through you, as waves of pleasure wash over you.

Your body starts to slowly come down, your eyes opening. Bucky lifts his head, stroking your thighs, pressing little kisses to your abdomen, a smile curving the corners of his mouth.

He slides up, leaning down and kissing you slowly. You can taste yourself on his lips, as he kisses you deeply, gently rolling his hips against yours again.

You hook your legs around his waist, rolling your hips against his. You can feel his arousal and it makes you crave his touch. You pull him closer, deepening the kiss, your hands trailing down his back, your nails scratching him, as he keeps rolling his hips against yours.

He groans softly, the feel of you against him causing his breathing to get heavier. He pulls back from the kiss slightly. “I want you,” he almost whispers, kissing along your jaw.

You slide your hand between your bodies, caressing his hardened cock. “You have me,” you say, leaning up and kissing his jaw before nuzzling along his neck. His breathing becomes heavier, as you find that sensitive spot on his neck and he gently moans your name.

You tilt your head back, as Bucky kisses along your neck again, the anticipation building. He gently presses you down on the bed, his hands pressing against your thighs, his lips trailing kisses up your stomach.

He lifts his head, looking down at you. His eyes are dark with need. He reaches down and gently teases you with his fingers, watching the way your lips part to let out a soft moan, your body shifting slightly at his touch.

Bucky gently withdraws his fingers. He leans down and kisses you, before shifting to settle between your legs. You wrap your legs around him, trying to pull him closer. Bucky kisses you deeply as he pushes into you, your pussy takes all of him in. His thick length stretched your walls.

His breath catching in his throat, at the feel of you wrapped around him. He bottoms out with a groan, before pulling back out again. His hips soon found a suitable pace. You break the kiss, breathing heavily, as he starts to move against you slowly, his forehead pressing against yours again, his arms around you, holding you close.  

Bucky speeds up slightly, making your breathing hitch. He presses a little deeper and your nails slightly dig into his shoulders. “Bucky” you whisper, as he hits deep in your cunt, making all your thoughts scatter.

He leans back, looking into your eyes, his name on your lips, fuelling his need, his pace increasing as he buries his face in your neck. You can feel him getting closer, his breathing heavier, your name escaping his lips in a groan. You're close, too.

“Just let go, doll…” he whispers in your ear, his hips moving faster, his lips against yours. The words push you over the edge and you cry out his name, against his lips, as waves of pleasure wash over you. Bucky shudders, as he follows you over, holding you close to him.

You moaned into the kiss, as you came hard, “I'm... I'm gonna come...” he pants as he nears his climax. He spent himself inside you. Filling you up to the brim. He collapsed on top of you, catching his breath, burying his face in your neck.

You lay there for a while, panting, still wrapped in each other's arms. Bucky nuzzles into your neck, placing small kisses along your skin, making you shiver slightly.

He slowly rolls off of you and lays down beside you, his hand lightly caressing your side. You scoot closer into his side, your head resting on his chest as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

You close your eyes, as you feel his hand run idly up and down your back. You both lay there in a comfortable silence for a while. The line between playful banter and genuine affection blurred, leaving you and Bucky tangled in the sheets, the mission a distant afterthought. As dawn painted the sky a fiery orange, Bucky held you close, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“Maybe we should practice this fiancé thing more often,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. You chuckled, tracing a finger across his metal arm. “Just between us, Barnes? I wouldn't mind.”

My pervert brain had to write about this.

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[sl-vega]

SWEET N' SOUR ! - a scaramouche celebrity smau

-> 0.1; winx club on crack

-> WHAT DOES EVERYONE SAY ABOUT YOU?

"Pop sensation of the summer!" Seems to be a title synonymous with your name, ever since the release of your hit single "Espresso", every comment about your so-called homewrecking has been eradicated. "From sub-par popstar to a musical sensation!" Labels TVT News. "An absolute darling and sweetheart!" As the Monstadt Times proclaim. After your heartfelt piece 'all because I liked a boy' went viral, the industry just can't seem to get enough of you and your side of the story! Both new and old fans alike are drawn to your down-to earth demeanor, and how approachable you are, even after going back to being signed to a record label!

-> VEE'S NOTES

inspired by the one and only sabrina carpenter of course! (no surprise there)

-> WHAT DOES EVERYONE SAY ABOUT VENTI BARBATOS?

"THE up and coming composer!" and "How the hell is this guy not on Broadway yet?" are terms of praise that Venti is all too familiar with. Composing a whole mythology based musical all by himself is no easy feat, if you're a theater kid, you've most definitely heard of him! Attracting both folklore enthusiasts and musical enjoyers, with Venti's skyrocketing popularity, many are questioning how he hasn't made it to the big stage already. Is he playing it safe? A desire for complete creative autonomy that no studio could ever give him? Or maybe he just knows his worth and wants to make the big names in the industry beg a little more. "Always an enigma, that modern day bard!" Writes DANDELION WEEKLY.

-> VEE'S NOTES

the au equivalent jorge rivera-herrans!

teyvat the musical is basically this world's epic (it's based of the archon war)

-> WHAT DOES EVERYONE SAY ABOUT FURINA DE FONTAINE?

Furina is the IT girl of the acting industry, she's done it all! She's starred in both blockbuster movies and award winning live productions, offering both heartbreaking and inspiring performances! Starting her career at a young age, it's very clear that both her natural talent and dedication have played key parts in her success. Even after announcing her retirement from the acting scene, she's still remained in the industry as a director, lending her artistic vision to many critically acclaimed films. "Even after all her career changes, it's safe to say Furina de Fontaine will remain an influential figure in both the film and theater world!" - TVT News

-> VEE'S NOTES

furina isn't inspired by anyone in particular, she's just iconic like that!

-> WHAT DOES EVERYONE SAY ABOUT LYNEY HEARTH?

Formerly one half of a sensational teen idol duo with his twin sister, Lyney's path to stardom was one he's always tread on since a young age. During the occasional acting jobs he took with Lynette in their youth, he found a passion for the art and eventually pursued it after the pair disbanded, quickly getting cast in a variety of live productions and musicals alike thanks to his talent for performing and his charming way of interacting with a live audience. Contrary to popular belief, him and his sister are still quite close, but,"One of them's just more of a recluse than the other." States POISSON Weekly

-> VEE'S NOTES

while lyney in this au isn't inspired by anyone in particular, the twin actor thing was kinda inspired by the olsen twins? even though that wasn't their main thing here lmao

-> WHAT DOES EVERYONE SAY ABOUT KAEDEHARA KAZUHA?

"If only he was a lyricist, everyone would have some serious competition if he was." writes Sakura Media in their latest author centric piece about Kazuha. Thanks to both his gentle demeanor and heartfelt yet insightful way with words, he's become a recognizable name in many literary circles, his works being incredibly appreciated by critics and casual fans alike. Despite being exclusively a poet at the moment, a huge portion of his fanbase are hoping he pursues other forms of writing such as song writing, or even producing his own book series one day!

-> VEE'S NOTES

a while ago my TikTok fyp was filled with a bunch of people reading out their poems to their cameras, and that's kinda how I imagine kazuha got his start to becoming a well known author?

there's no particular poet on there that I could imagine Kazuha having a similar writing style too, but @/raeganspoetry on TikTok/Instagram was the first social media poet I was into so she deserves her props!

-> WHAT DOES EVERYONE SAY ABOUT SANGONOMIYA KOKOMI?

"The definition of brains of beauty." Is a frequently compliment Kokomi receives from her loyal followers. Her unique content style that's a combination of both historical video essays and GRWMs have set her apart from others like her. Her calm and collected personality combined with how well spoken she is make her a treat to watch, and have earned her a devoted fanbase over her career.

-> VEE'S NOTES

kokomi being both a beauty guru and one of those YouTubers that makes video summaries on things like wars and major historical events just MAKE SENSE to me

"grwm while I talk about guerilla warfare! (sponsored by laneige!)"

sns! kokomi is actually inspired by two of my favourite YouTubers!

overly sarcastic productions and oversimplified !! (check them out if you haven't already!)

additional notes:

FIRST PROFILES DONE (the format I went with required me to write quite a bit, so I didn't want to upload both the y/n and scara profiles at the same time since I want to go to quality over quantity while also maintaining my dailyish upload schedule)

also because I still want to keep you guys in suspense for scara's friend group LMAOO

anyways taglist is still open, ask to be tagged and lmk if I can use your usernames as fans in later chapters!

˚୨୧⋆｡ synopsis:  the bright lights of fame and fortune aren’t for everyone, and you’re starting to think you’re part of that majority. You just can’t seem to catch a break! Every movie you’re in goes straight to DVD, every album you drop just barely gets any streams. From child star to sub par popstar, it seems clear that the world has some kind of vendetta against you and you love to blame it on a certain rising musical sensation; Scaramouche. Thanks to your godforsaken luck you happened to go out with the wrong guy at the wrong time because he just so happened to be Scaramouche’s ex, next thing you know you wake up to truck loads of death threats, your record label dropping you, AND a whole album labelling you as the ‘other woman’! After what seemed like a never ending onslaught of straight bullying and harassment, you had long since retreated from the limelight, the only thing left from your music career being ever so occasional covers on YouTube that only your few close friends watched religiously. However, after writing a heartfelt original piece and uploading it from your humble bedroom, it goes viral! A single song has thrusted you head first into stardom once more, and face to face with the person you ruined it for you.

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[robin-evry]

Hello! I was thinking about ideas for a furina!yuu (genshin) or Misha!yuu (hsr) perhaps? Also I love your work ^^

⚠️ Contained spoilers for the penacony story quest as well as Fontaine archon quest if you haven't done it as well for chapter 7 ⚠️

It's very rushed due to, me having the final exam week today 🥹🥹

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓

The "Regina of All Waters, Kindreds, Peoples and Laws" is deeply loved by her people. She follows each and every trial held at the Opera Epiclese with an inextinguishable passion, and is always acutely aware of how the "audience" sees things.

Part of the film studies club and as well a director with vil on the club, after their appearance towards twst they were recruited to be an actor on a movie and it turned into a huge success making her debut in the industry as one of the brightest stars in twst.

Puts up an arrogant act but deep down is kind and sweet, they just put up the arrogant act to protect themselves. Even tho being already free they still keep their guard up.

Have strives for the dramatic and theater, shares their interest with vil as well each other giving advice on theater and other stuff

During the VDC furina!Yuu performs la vaugelette, the entire stadium was quite admiring their singing as well as the dance of them. After they finish everyone stands up and even applauds.

Vil won't admit it but deep down he knows, furina!yuu is a much better actor than him and will often seek their advice over theater and offer them to join the film studies club and they accept.

During overblot, they will use their elemental skill to fight and give support towards their teammates, healing damage dealing sub damage towards the overblot.

Have tea parties with riddles once a week they discuss school topics, etiquette and other things. They will Always bring a cake from a fancy bakery they usually visit to get their desserts and some occasions vil would join and immerse in the conversation.

Furina!Yuu have a habit of practicing acting in front of a mirror, they pose and act in front of a mirror to find the perfect one.

Sometimes when they're alone in the ramshackle dorm, they have a mental breakdown from their past and grim would comfort them. furina!yuu was mentally drained due to their past but soon started to get better as well finding comfort in NRC.

Lilia would be surprised to learn about their past, as well try to comfort them. They would discuss what it is like in the past as well as Lilia providing comfort for them.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓

A lovable and thoughtful bellboy of The Reverie Hotel. He wished to become an intergalactic adventurer like his grandfather. He was extremely hardworking and was skilled at fixing a variety of machines. He also had a fondness for sharing interstellar rumors with guests. He hoped he could grow up faster and looked forward to embarking on his own star-treading journey.

An enigma at first, misha!yuu has little interaction with the rest of school due not having a physical body but their presence is very much felt in NRC. But the story progresses the same as before.

Will appear at student dreams guiding them with or just simply appearing to speak to them to have a conversation.

Become some sort of spirit or myth towards the students, their presence greatly impacts the school but they lack the Bodied to interact with them

Comforting students being a guiding light and source of light towards everyone, protecting them from the nightmares that plague their minds

They have the desire to grow up quickly so they can immediately go to NRC or they are patiently waiting for them to grow up.

The first years are by far the ones misha!yuu are very close to. Misha!yuu helping grim and protecting him from his nightmares. As well as silver.

But when malleus over blot and put everyone in the school into a deep sleep, misha!yuu and silver were tasked to wake everybody up.

By these adventures they manage to discover misha!yuu fragments of misha!yuu memories and true identity as a person. As well their true name.

In the expense of waking up everyone, misha!yuu will finally fade away due to them being a memory fragment.

When everyone woke up, grim cried at the loss of them. And the school will hold a funeral for misha!yuu or Mikhail!yuu. And put up a picture of them in the halls of NRC.

[sailorstar9]

Lyney Brought Lumine and Told F/N to Learn from Her, Not to Be Like a Block of Wood

Warning: Anti-Lyney, Anti-Lumine, Angst, Modern AU

Trigger warning: Cheating

In the third year of her marriage to Lyney, he brought Lumine home.

“F/N, you should learn from these young girls.” the famous actor told F/N. “Stop being so dull like a piece of wood.”

F/N calmly shattered their wedding photo and handed him the divorce papers she had long prepared. “Lyney, let's divorce. I'll step aside and make room for her.”

All his friends predicted F/N would starve on the streets without Lyney and Lyney thought the same: once she's out there and has enough of the hardships, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Snezhevich.

But a week passed, then a month and F/N never looked back.

Lyney grew uneasy, restless and unable to find peace day or night.

One night, in the depths of his despair, he drunkenly showed up at F/N's new place, banging on the door. “F/N, you just want money. I'll give you whatever you want..”

The door opened to reveal a stranger, in a dishevelled suit.

Kinich raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed. “Mr. Snezhevich, what the hell are you doing at my wife's door in the middle of the night?”

At the private club in Fontaine, Lyney had long reserved the most luxurious and secluded penthouse suite.

F/N took off her coat, draped it over her arm, steadied herself and walked forward.

The double wooden doors with intricate carvings opened and the first person F/N saw was Lyney. His silver-gray shirt was half unbuttoned and his tie was nowhere to be seen. The girl sitting on his lap was feeding him peeled grapes. He pushed her hand away, though his expression suggested he was enjoying it.

“Sister-in-law, come on in.” one of the girls noticed F/N and quickly stood up to greet her.

Plessia, who was in Lyney's arms was startled and hurried to get off his lap. But Lyney held her in place. “You stay right here.”

Plessia looked at F/N nervously, unable to move as Lyney's arm tightened around her waist. Her face slowly turned pale with fear.

Lyney lazily smiled again, “What are you all saying? Who's your sister-in-law? The only sister-in-law here is Plessia, the one sitting on my lap.”

Everyone froze, not knowing what to say.

“Lyney.” F/N called his name, but he simply closed his eyes, refusing to look at her.

The atmosphere grew unbearably awkward and someone tried to break the tension. “Why don't you come in and sit down? Lyney is drunk. He's not himself right now.”

“No need.” F/N replied. “I jut have a few words to say, then I'll leave.” she took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The room fell silent.

“My brother isn't doing well.” F/N's voice came out hoarse and cracked, her gaze lowered to her toes. “He was just sent to the ICU and need three hundred thousand Mora.”

Lyney clicked his tongue, casting a 'Just as I expected' glance at everyone. His slender fingers toyed with Plessia's hair. “F/N, since we got married, how many times have I given you three hundred thousand Mora? Have you ever made me happy? I'll give you the Mora but it has to be on my terms.”

F/N gritted her teeth and looked up at him, “What do you want me to do?”

Lyney raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I can see you are capable. You came to ask me for Mora but made sure to dress up nicely. That shows you're not as clueless as you pretend to be.” his violet eyes reflected a cold cruelty. “What's the difference between you and them? At least these girls don't pretend to be as proper and righteous as you.”

F/N just let out a cold mirthless laugh and dragged Plessia off Lyney's lap by her hair. Tossing the blond onto the floor, she smirked at Lyney. “Have you forgotten what I told you the last time? A life for a life; if my brother dies, so does hers.”

“Vimeur!” Plessia gasped “What have you done to him?”

“Nothing much.” F/N shrugged nonchalantly. “Either I get the three hundred thousand Mora to save my brother or your brother ends up being fish food. So, what would it be, Lyney? Or...” she calmly drew out a stiletto knife she had hidden in her inner thigh and drew it against Plessia's cheek. “Is more incentive needed? It would be such a shame to mar a pretty face like hers.”

“Lyney, just give her the three hundred thousand Mora.”

“If you want, I can give her the three hundred thousand Mora instead.”

“Three hundred thousand Mora in thirty minutes.” F/N sneered. “If you're late for even one second...” she gave Plessia a cold smile. “Her brother will be thrown into the ocean to feed the sharks.”

After three years of marriage, F/N knew Lyney played around outside. He had grudgingly agreed to the marriage arrangement between the House of the Hearth and the fallen Morris Family.

Before the wedding, the girl he loved, Alcina, had died in a diving accident and Lyney had thought it was the Morris' family doing, thus fuelling his hatred towards F/N. After the wedding, he disappeared without a trace and reappeared three months later with a strange girl by his side.

Over the next two years, F/N lost count the number of girlfriends Lyney had and F/N had noticed all of the girls had bore a resemblance to Alcina.

But this was the first time he brought that girl, Lumine, into their home.

When F/N returned from the hospital, she noticed the servants giving her strange looks. It wasn't until she went upstairs to their bedroom that she understood why; Lyney was lying on their marital bed with Lumine sitting beside him and dutifully feeding him water.

When she saw F/N enter, Lumine nearly jumped up in fright, “Mrs. Snezhevich! Mr. Snezhevich was just drunk.

F/N simply stood at the door and waved her hand. “Take good care of him.”

“But that's not right.” Lumine protested. “You're his wife. You should be the one taking care of him.”

“it's fine.” F/N assured. “He likes you. So if you take care of him, he'll be happy.” smiling, she turned around and walked out of the room.

“F/N.” Lyney suddenly called out to F/N. Holding Lumine close, he narrowed his eyes at F/N. “Where are you going? You should learn from these young girls how to take care of your man. Stop being so cold. You can't even kiss properly...”

He didn't finish his sentence because the sound of a picture frame shattering suddenly echoed through the room. It was their wedding photo, now lying in pieces on the floor.

F/N's face was expressionless as she looked at him. “Anything else you want to say?”

Lyney pushed Lumine away and slowly sat up, “F/N, think carefully about what you're doing.”

F/N curled her lips in a slight smile, took out the divorce papers she had long prepared and handed it to him. “Sign them, Lyney. Let's get divorced. I'll make room for her.”

“F/N, once you start this, there's no going back.” Lyney warned.

“Sign them and let me know when it's done.” F/N was steadfast. With that, she didn't look at him again, turned and left the room, heading downstairs.

As she walked out of the door, Lyney stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her. “F/N, it's easy to leave, but it won't be so simple to come back.”

F/N didn't look back nor did she respond. Dragging her suitcase, she walked into the deep, dark night.

The rainy season in Fontaine was cold.

F/N tightened her coat around her and bought a bowl of onion soup and Fish and Chips from Louis. Most of her Mora was already deposited into the hospital account. After searching through all her belongings, she found she only had three hundred Mora left. To avoid freezing on the streets, she knew she had to find a cheap motel to stay in.

“Mind if I join you?” a man's voice suddenly sounded behind F/N.

“Go ahead.” F/N replied, still focused on searching for a place to stay on her phone. Noticing the fabric of an expensive coat from the corner of her eye, she looked up in surprise, only to see Kinich staring intensely at her.

“Miss Morris, it's midnight.” Kinich pointed out. “You're dressed so nicely. Aren't you afraid of someone might take advantage of you?”

“Fontaine is pretty safe.” F/N put her phone away and prepared to leave. “No need for you to worry.”

“Where are you going at this hour?” Kinich stood up. “I noticed the motels you were looking at are too cheap and unsafe. Why don't I book a hotel for you instead?”

F/N didn't respond and just walked faster with her suitcase in tow.

“Watch out!” Kinich shouted a warning. “You're not even looking at the cars.” he chided as a car sped past and he grabbed F/N's wrist, pulling her close to him.

“What do you want?” F/N quickly shook off Kinch's hand.

“Just trying to help a friend.” Kinich replied.

“Help me or just sleep with me?” F/N couldn't help but laugh bitterly. “Kinich, I get it. I turned you down before and now you want revenge.”

“Revenge?” Kinich snorted. “is that really what you think?”

“Why does everyone keep bullying me?”F/N let her frustrated tears flow. “Why does this keep happening to me? You're all horrible people... all of you...”

“F/N, I'm not bullying you.” Kinich's voice softened. “I never intended to hurt you. I just returned to the country and heard a little about what's been going on. I couldn't stop thinking about it and was worried. When you left Lyney's house tonight, I followed you.”

“I have no friends.” F/N retorted. “After the downfall of the Morris Family, I lost all my friends.”

Kinich was silent for a moment before speaking again. “So, should I contact your husband to pick you up?”

“We're divorced.” F/N corrected. “I've already signed the divorce papers, leaving with nothing. He wasn't wrong; over the last three years, I did spend a lot of his Mora. Let's just leave it at that, we owe each other nothing.”

“Do you still love him?” Kinich asked.

F/N paused, then shook her head immediately. “No, I don't. I stop loving him a long time ago. Kinich, I'm not that pathetic.”

“F/N, then can you try to like me?” Kinich suggested.

“Don't you hate me?” F/N was surprised.

Kinich shook his head. “I thought about hating you, but in the end, I couldn't bring myself to. F/N,” he took a step closer. “Why don't you give a try with me? Even if it's just to get back at him, you can still play with me. Let's go back to the hotel. You don't look well. You should rest. Don't fall.” he held out his hand to F/N and took her suitcase.

“Kinich.” F/N voiced, exiting the hotel room's bathroom wearing a warm robe.

When Kinich turned to look at her, she stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The moment F/N opened her mouth, Kinich took control. His burning hand tightly gripped her waist and he flipped her over, pinning her against the door. As his domineering and forceful kiss fell, he mumbled in F/N's ear, “F/N, don't cry. When you cry, I lost all my boundaries. Even if you're just playing with me, F/N, I'll accept it.”

It was still the top-floor suite of the Fontaine first-class clubhouse. The atmosphere was lively when Lyney suddenly threw down his cards. “You guys continue. I'm going out for some fresh air.”

Lumine was startled for a moment and quickly got up to follow him. But Lyney stopped her, “Don't follow me.” he grabbed a cigarette and walked out to the balcony to light it. Then, he unlocked his phone; there were no messages from F/N. Not even any activity on the household card he had given her. It was then that Lyney remembered that in the three years of marriage, F/N had only asked him for Mora three times: the first time was a year after the Morris Family's downfall when her older brother, Quentin, had a severe accident. She had exhausted all her savings but still couldn't gather enough Mora. The second time was when Quentin couldn't accept his paralysis and attempted suicide, nearly dying in the process. The third time was during her last visit to the clubhouse suite where she showed her ruthless self. The reason he was so harsh with his words that time was because it was the anniversary of Alcina's death. His mood had been utterly terrible and he had lashed out without thinking. But he had never imagined that F/N would actually ask for a divorce. She had even prepared the divorce papers, signed them and was willing to leave with nothing.

After Kinich arranged for Quentin to be moved to a specialized hospital, he also introduced F/N to his friends; who unlike Lyney's friends, were more sincere and respectful.

“Tired?” Kinich walked up. “The caregivers and rehabilitation therapists we hired are very professional and responsible. You don't have to do everything yourself.”

“He's the only family I have.” F/N admitted. “This is the only thing I can do for him now.”

“F/N, have you ever thought of doing something you love?” Kinich suddenly asked.

“Yes.” F/N was surprised. With the downfall of her family, all her hobbies and dreams had all faded into oblivion. “But what can I do? These past three years, I feel like I've fallen out of touch with society.”

“The things your learned from childhood can be picked up again.” Kinich reminded. “You can start playing the violin again, you could design jewellery and hold exhibitions. You could even open your own design studio, specializing in custom-made jewellery for different occasions and celebrations.”

When Lyney woke up from his dream again, it was 4am. This was the villa in Une Courtyard, the home he and F/N had shared as their marital residence. The day F/N left, the rainy season had just begun. Now, the second rainy season had already baptised the city. In his dream just now, Lyney saw Alcina. Alcina, with red-rimmed eyes, asked, “Lyney, are you forgetting me? Have you already started to fall for F/N?” he slowly sat up in bed, waiting for his emotions to settle. In truth, he had long known that Alcina's death was an accident and F/N was innocent. Perhaps subconsciously, he had already anticipated that he would develop feelings for F/N, just as Lynette had predicted. That's why he acted so irrationally, trying to nip those feelings in the bud. But things eventually spiralled out of control.

Lyney found himself increasingly out of control and increasingly uneasy. He started to lose focus at his friends' gatherings. He began to feel uncomfortable with everything in his home, even the food. Everything was still as orderly as it had been when F/N was there, but nothing felt right. His shirt and tie combination were always off and since he couldn't remember what clothes F/N prepared for him during the rainy season, he caught two bouts of flu in a row. After his slow recovery, he had Freminet investigate Quentin's transfer.

The studio F/N rented was located just below the office of Kinich's company. The previous tenant also ran a design studio there. So, with a few adjustments to the décor, it was quickly ready for use. The studio wasn't large and somewhat modest.

After the studio opened, F/N received her first order from Agnes, the first female friend F/N made after coming to South City with Kinich. She was about to get engaged; all her dresses had already been prepared and now she only needed a custom-made set of betrothal jewellery which she planned to wear at her engagement party.

Lyney's car sped through the dusty streets: Quentin was placed in the best private rehabilitation hospital in South City and he had heard that F/N had just opened her own design studio.

He still remembered how well F/N played the violin and how her jewellery designing skills were widely praised. He thought that now, free from financial worries, she would choose to return to being a carefree young lady with time for the finer things in life. He never expected that she would rent a space of less than fifty square meters, diligently running her small business. Nor did he expect that the apartment she was renting now was so modest.

Lyney felt the turmoil in his heart, like oil boiling over a flame, had slightly calmed. But what he didn't know was that this brief peace would shatter into laughable pieces in twenty minutes.

The moment F/N and Kinich stepped through the door of F/N's apartment, F/N had just taken off her coat when Kinich pressed her against the door.

Just then, the doorbell rang persistently.

Kinich gave F/N another deep kiss before letting her head to the bathroom to shower.

Peering through the peephole, his expression darkened as he instantly recognized Lyney.

Opening the door, he realized Lyney had clearly been drinking heavily.

“F/N,” Lyney started when the door opened. “Isn't it Mora you want? I'll give you everything...” he cut himself off when he saw the person who opened the door wasn't F/N, but an unfamiliar man.

“Who the hell are you?” Lyney demanded. “What are you doing here? Where's F/N?” Lyney's eyes were bloodshot, burning with an intense, almost frightening red. His gaze flicked from the man's body, searching behind him.

But as his eyes moved, they caught sight of the haphazardly discarded heels on the floor. His entire body trembled, his teeth chattering faintly. Even his pupils seemed to lose focus for a moment. In his three years of marriage, he had never touched F/N, clinging to the absurd refusal to betraying Alcina.

Kinich looked at the drunken man in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes filling with lingering displeasure, “Mr. Snezhevich, why are you showing up at my wife's place in the middle of the night?”

Lyney had never called F/N by anything but her name; he didn't even have the energy to muster anger. His shoulders slumped and he stood there in a state of despondency as the past years flashed through his mind.

The little girl who had once followed behind him, sweetly calling him 'brother' had grown into a beautiful, gentle young woman. Her heart and eyes were always full of him and her gaze always held an unmistakeable tenderness and affection. She had known from a young age that she would be his wife and he had known from a young age that he would marry her.

When Lyney truly thought about it, he realized his relationship with Alcina was merely an outlet for his rebellion against 'Father'.

“Mr. Snezhevich, if there is nothing else, please leave.” Kinich wasn't interested in wasting time on a man like Lyney. “It's getting late.”

“Can I see her?” Lyney reached out, blocking the doorframe.

“She's exhausted.” Kinich answered. “Probably too tired to see you.”

“I didn't sign the divorce papers.” Lyney croaked out in a hoarse voice. “She's still Mrs. Snezhevich and still my wife. Pleas step aside.”

“Kinich, why are you taking so long to come back?” F/N's soft and languid voice sounded from the bedroom. “Is something wrong?”

At that moment, Lyney knew F/N would never return to his side again.

“F/N, don't worry.” Kinich assured. “it's nothing.”

The moment Kinich turned back to look at F/N, she saw Lyney standing outside the door..

“Did you come to deliver the divorce paper?” the freshly bathed F/N addressed her former partner. “Actually, you can just have your lawyer contact me directly. We have no financial entanglements, so the process should be pretty straightforward.”

“F/N.” Lyney gave a bitter smile. “I didn't sign the divorce papers. I don't want a divorce.”

“Kinich.” F/N looked away from Lyney and gently tugged his arm. “I might need a lawyer.”

“The Malipo's legal department is unmatched in South City.” Kinich let out a prideful smile. “If they can't handle it, I'll personally bring in someone. But I'm sure it won't come to that; it's just a simple divorce case.”

“Kinich, can you say those words you used when you first pursued me?” F/N asked, the budding couple were now cuddling on F/N's bed after Kinich drove Lyney away.

“F/N, I really like you.” Kinich flushed and looked away. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I'll say yes this time.” F/N replied, giving Kinich a light kiss.

When Lyney's signed divorced papers arrived, the gold earrings of Agnes' four-piece betrothal jewellery were also finished and F/N called Agnes to arrange for a time to pick up the jewellery case.

A/N: Kinich fic No. 3. Why do you keep dodging me? Just why!?

P.S: Why do I keep doing this to my favorite characters? *Headdesk*

[knnichs]

ㅤruler of my heartㅤ a furina x reader fake dating au

you star as the main character in a ROMANCE summer film entitled “MY ONLY WISH.” FURINA was casted the second lead–the love interest of the main character. naturally, the two of you developed a close bond, choosing to show each other your passion for acting. as the movie was announced to be shown at the FONTAINE FILM FESTIVAL, the team behind it wanted to get extra support. so, your director gives you a compromise: you can get extra-needed-cash, but you need to pretend that you and your co-actor are dating. will you take up the offer?

header art credits

THE COUNTDOWN BEGINS. how many days are left until the film festival? you have exactly a month to gain as much attention you and your ‘partner’ can. this short series will get updated every wednesday (as much as i am able to post!)

CONTENT WARNING. this film dabbles on angst, fluff, arguments, paparazzi, stalking, death/general threats, backlash (towards reader and furina,) rumors/gossip, "cheating" rumors, fake dating, and hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort. these topics will get updated as each chapter goes on. if you are not comfortable with anything, you are free to walk out of the theatre.

KEEP YOUR PHONE AT SILENT MODE DURING THE FILM VIEWING. this movie has been written and filmed with fem!reader in mind as pictures that will be used represent an afab reader, although we (the team) will try to make it readable for all. reader will be represented with female traits on social media posts, though you are free to disregard that and read it as gn!reader.

FONTAINE'S FILM FESTIVAL.

ENTER THE TAGLIST HERE.

ROLES & PROFILES

i. the deal

ii. smooth sailing

iii. i ship!

iv. fallout

v. i don't wanna be inlove with another

behind the scenes (was it casual?)

@ knnichs 2023 ﹑ do not repost, republish, translate, feed to ai or modify any of my works. doing so can and will result into me blocking you.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

EWAN MITCHELL featured on Club Ciné’s top 100 performers.

Tell us about your 2025 projects – what are you working on?

I wrapped on a second Fontaines DC music video earlier this month, directed by Luna Carmoon. I’m currently shooting a feature, but my casting is yet to be announced – so I can’t say. And then back riding the dragon in House of the Dragon, season three.

Which actor or filmmaker do you cite as your biggest influence?

I borrowed a DVD from a man in my karate class: Dead Man’s Shoes. It was a mind-altering experience, not because it wasn’t the light entertainment I was accustomed to, but rather because I recognised its world. The main character sounded like me. The social club in the film, the landscape, the people were all familiar. When I sat through the credits, I discovered it was filmed in Derbyshire [where Mitchell grew up]. It felt like Hollywood had been to my hometown. I’d never seen the world of film shine a spotlight on my world before and it felt that tiny bit bigger.

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve received so far, and who from?

I’ve always gravitated more to older folk. They’ve been there and done that. Why reinvent the wheel? My grandad once told me: “The cream always rises to the top”. He served with the paratroopers and the SAS during the 50s. He was a very quiet man, but within the little he told me of his years in service, I found it awe-inspiring how his fellow squaddies came from all walks of life, all shapes and sizes… It wasn’t about where you came from, it was about how deep you were willing to dig to make selection and make a difference. I think it’s similar with this industry.

What’s on your film career bucket list?

Any Stephen King adaptation. Jeff Nichols. Jodie Comer. Ti West. Jonah Hill. Steve McQueen. Hunter Schafer. Lynne Ramsay. Magnus von Horn. Robert Eggers.

Source

[m1d-45]

spoken across stars IV

summary: voicelines characters would have in sagau! ft. lyney, lynette, freminet, and two bonuses :)

word count: ~710

-> warnings: major spoilers for fontaine archon quest

-> gn reader (you/yours, one ‘their’) and unspecified traveller (they/them)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

< zhongli, ayato, heizou || < masterlist >

lyney

about us: the traveller

What do I think of the traveller? Well, they’re observant, quick on their feet, and remarkably determined once set in their ways. They’re the only reason Fontaine is still standing, and the only reason I’m not stuck in the Fortress of Meropide. I owe them quite a bit, now that I think about it…

about us: the creator

friendship lv. 4

Imagine a travelling opera troupe visited town, and you decide to attend. You listen to the musical scores, watch the actors dance across the stage, years of practice and rehearsals condensed into a single scene, an unknowable amount of complexity lost from your place in the audience. You want to watch it over and over, to ask the director about his creative process and about the symbolism of the chorus, but everything packs up before you know it. You think about it forever, mourning the fragility of your own memory, wanting more than anything to watch it just one more time.

about you: worship

friendship lv. 6

Thank you for keeping my family safe. Thank you for your compassion, for believing in Lynette and Freminet and Father and… for trusting me. I lied to you and the traveller when we met and yet you still chose to help, and that means more than I can ever express. You’re kind and caring and… ah, I’m no good with words. Just… thank you. For everything.

lynette

about us: the traveller

I like them. Quick, to the point, and able to back up their words with their swordsmanship. They’re surprisingly willing to work with the Fatui; though, that shouldn’t be too unexpected considering how much Tartaglia likes to talk about them.

about us: the creator

friendship lv. 4

What does a flower think of the sun? Or the tide of the moon?

about you: worship

friendship lv. 6

Gifts and acts of service are how thanks are normally given, but considering your status… I’m no good at speeches without a script, so I’ll get to the point. Thank you for everything. I’m here if you need me. Don’t be shy about asking for help, either; no amount of errands I could run could make up for saving Teyvat thrice over. If it’s for you, I don’t mind.

freminet

about us: the traveller

The.. traveller…? Ah, I- I never got the chance to speak with them that often. Usually Lyney or Lynette interact with them… But, I am grateful they’re here. Who knows where Fontaine would be without them…

about us: the creator

friendship lv. 4

What about them? W-wait, that sounded bad—what I meant to say was: why were you asking about them? My opinion? That’s… a strange question to ask. It’s like asking what I think of the sea, or what Lynette thinks of oysters, or Lyney his shows or Father the House. I.. I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand the question…

about you: worship

friendship lv. 6

I wouldn’t be where I am if it wasn’t for you. You changed my life, how I view myself and my family, and gave me the strength to protect what I care about. I am forever in your debt. Should you ever need anything, give me the order and it will be done.

bonus!!

arlecchino

about the creator: recitals

I think it’s amusing how much effort people put into planning a thing as simple as prayer. Every day, the children carefully discuss what candles would smell the best when lit, pestering Lyney for his opinion… even Freminet, blessed as he is, practices his words at least twice before addressing them formally. Then again, he never has been confident with his words…

navia

about the creator: tea time

I rather enjoy tea parties. Brewing the tea, baking the pastries, sitting together with a few friends, it’s all so peaceful. Of course, now that Silver and Melus are gone, I find myself drinking tea all on my own. No, there’s no need to worry—sitting above a thriving Spina, knowing everything we’ve been through and the strength we’ve been given, I never feel lonely.

[quietplace26]

Here's another take on @arn9tails's Soulmate au idea. This time for Neuvillette AND Furina.

I'm using my Streamer!MC who's a singer from my Neuvillette post, but this time throwing in MC's Male!BF as well. He'd be Furina's soulmate.

Also going with the idea neither Neuvillette or Furina ever stumbles across MC on the internet in this au, so they had no clue about her or her connection with Neuvillette.

Warnings: OCness, and of course cringe

Soulmate au. Where your Soulmate's voice can resonate with your soul mark over your heart, signaling that they were your soulmate. These types of soul mates are call Soul-Hearts

Neuvillette & Furina

Basically, I was thinking of a Singer!MC and Male!BF who already knows who their soulmates are.

It's hard not to know when you play Genshin as much as the two of them did.

(Side note, they did consider the potential of the voice actors of these characters being their soulmates, but with fear of making themselves out as creeps and crazy fans if they tried contacting the voice actors for answers, they decided it wasn't worth the risk.)

Still, it was a shock when MC's soul mark burned when the Traveler and Paimon first met Neuvillette and heard the mysterious man speak.

Male!BF wasn't much different, though his reaction was a bit more sour.

Like he couldn't believe this bratty and arrogant woman was his Soul-Heart! Seriously?!

But that sourness changes to something lighter as he and MC eventually reach the end of the Fontaine Archon quest.

And after that, Male!BF just wanted bundle up his Soul-Heart in blankets, hug her, and feed her some delicious cookies because she deserved it after 500 years of loneliness.

To put bluntly, man becomes a total Furina simp and he has absolutely no shame about it

And MC wasn't much better. She was a bit weary of Neuvillette at first, but realizing how deep and emotional this man, this DRAGON was, well why wouldn't she fall for such a gentle Soul-Heart.

But then there's the elephant in the room...

By that, I mean both Neuvillette or Furina... weren't real.

This of course upsets the friends as they could feel their soulmate marks burning, and knew the marks wouldn't stop burning until they themselves talked to their destined Soul-Hearts... which of course will never-

Cut to the moment news gets out that the seven nations of Teyvat suddenly spawned in existence on Earth and Male!BF was immediately plotting like an evil villain on how to get to Fontaine.

But MC on the other hand, while just as excited as her best friend, was starting to have second thoughts...

Compared to the Teyvatians, which the duo learned were actually GIANTS compared to regular earth humans, both MC and Male!BF were nothing but the run of the mil earthling humans.

MC was normal college student trying to make ends meet with Male!BF. Besides the YouTube account she had where she and Male!BF posted their musical projects; they weren't that special.

Would Neuvillette, the Hydro Sovereign reborn, care for a bring who was not only from a different world and human, but also tiny as his soulmate?

He was a DRAGON, of course not-

Male!BF then calls her out on her self depressing bullshit as he tossed bag at her, telling her to start packing.

Male!BF: "Pack your things, girlie. Me and you are going to go bag our husband and wife whether you like it or not!"

As it would turn out, Male!BF had the perfect plan to get into Fontaine, and, as he said, 'bag our hubby and wifey'.

He pulls up a website that was all about news from Teyvat and there, right under Fontaine, was an add about a music festival... a festival where Earthling humans were invited to enter.

Apparently, it was Furina's idea as she wanted her nation to feel more welcoming and safer for Earthlings in general.

Which considering some of the horror stories and rumors MC had been hearing recently of how Earthlings were treated in other Teyvatian nations, she hoped it was true...

Cut to a couple of weeks later, and both MC and Male!BF were in Fontaine along with the other Earthlings that sighed up for the festival as well.

Currently you all were backstage in the Opera Epiclese, waiting for the competition to begin, and MC was nervously fiddling with the sleeves of her dress as she and Male!BF waited their turn to go on stage.

(MC's dress is either this or this, and Male!BF is wearing this but imagine the Hydro symbol somewhere on his jacket.)

Male!BF gives her an encouraging look, whispering how they were going to definitely knock the socks off their soulmates once they hear them sing.

It didn't matter if they win or lose this competition. Only that their Soul-Hearts knew they existed. That they were HERE.

And finally, when it was their turn, MC and Male!BF walk out on stage, hand in hand. The two of them nervously grip each other's hands as their gazes immediately lock on to their soulmates.

Neuvillette had the usual blank but serious expression on his face, while Furina on the other hand looks on with somewhat bored interest. Seems like none of the other Earthlings caught the starlight's attention.

But oh boy, both the Sovereign and former Archon's attention are quickly grabbed once the two newest Earthlings began to sing a duet. (The song can be whatever you want, but I thought these two were good ones. Song1, and Song2.)

Cut to after the song finishes, and Furina was already bouncing down the aisle towards the stage with an almost painful look of hopeful longing on her face as Neuvillette followed close behind with the same expression.

Male!BF was already at the edge of the stage, meeting Furina halfway as he giddily starts to playfully serenade the former Hydro Archon with a song that complimented her beauty.

And yes, he made that song just for her, his Soul-Heart. Simp.

Once close enough, MC's cheeky friend was all like, "Mademoiselle~" and proceeds to kiss the pack of Furina's hand... Which almost the same size he was.

It made MC sigh in fond exasperation at her friend's antics as she walked up to join him at the edge of the stage.

At the very least Furina seemed VERY charmed by her destined Soul-Heart. The woman was blushing slightly and giggling as Male!BF started letting lose all the compliments he had for her.

And boy did he have a LOT.

Huffing again, MC turns and shyly greets her own Soul-Heart, Neuvillette, as the man finally arrived at the stage... and promptly squeaks as he gently scoops her up in his hands, and speed walks out the room.

...A couple of minutes later, in the safety of Neuvillette's office in the Palais, MC was found giggling up a storm as a very affectionate Hydro Sovereign nuzzled his face against her small body.

He was scenting her! And was that a purr?!

To be honest, when he took her out of the Opera Epiclese, MC thought the worst, but as it would turn out, her Soul-Heart was just being possessive over her.

Which leads him to warbling something in what MC could only describe as Dragon Tongue and cuddles the hell out of her as their Soulmate bond clicks firmly into place.

And later that night when Male!BF meets up with MC again, he looked ruffled, and MC was pretty sure he had a big smack of lip-gloss on his face (Furina definitely gave him a smouch) but he had the smuggest look on his face.

Male!BF: "So... Who's gonna have their wedding first?"

[alice-apparently]

some haikaveh/kavetham fic recs

because I stayed the hell away from genshin fanfic for a long time and then consumed about 600k words in a week after my friend recommended me two fics so I returned the favour and made them a list of the best I’d read which I thought also deserved to be shared a bit more widely

rumors, fame and reputation - actor au, fake dating, idiots tm, 27k

The White Lie - canon setting, fake dating au, 40k

rose, thorn, bud - canon compliant fontaine lesbians, 2k (don’t question why that’s mixed in)

an exercise in faith - drunk confessions, 8k

All Signs Point North - jealousy, 10k

Your tears don’t fall (they crash around me) - violence (good), 2.5k

in all dishonesty - modern college au, they are idiots tm (mainly kaveh), 30k

transparent night - Sumeru Archon Quest, 9k (might be my favourite haikaveh fic)

the kübler-ross model on romance - 5 stages of grief (regarding being in love), 10k

Contrasts in the City of Wisdom - the concept is just so funny, 3k

sweetheart, darling - modern au, pet names, cute, 2.6k

paradisaea is live… - streamer au, (technically unfinished if you look at chapter count (with slightly ambiguous haikaveh) but works absolutely well as an end point - if I hadn’t looked at the chapter count I’d’ve thought that was the intended ending), 22k

sent with hate - modern au, fanfic writers (don’t question it, it’s great), 17k

pomp and circumstance - aka the pining with alhaitham special, classical musicians au, 86k

it’s not me, it’s you - less fake dating more fake break up au, idiots tm (mostly kaveh), 5k

all in a day’s work - klee, loose in sumeru, or also, klee ex machina, 7k

in my dreams there you are - cute, 7.5k

first love, worst love - modern uni au, ‘enemies’ with benefits to lovers, idiots, 11k (slightly explicit)

[chuusheartattck]

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)

Chapter 38- Please Please Please

Masterlist II Previous II Next

A/N: Sorry for any typos, i got nails done so it’s lowkey hard to type 😭

ALSOOO lmk if you guys want your users to be added to this au and i’ll make you a twitter user :)

Synopsis: You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.

Taglist: @skyoverkill1 @quacking-simp @lolmeowing @astro-stars @kaitfae @sl-vega @scarawiki @yuminako @samyayaya @skyvella @kur0kki @practicoi @kukikoooo @scaraenthusiast1 @shutingstar @lloovvv @moonjellyfishie @miy-svz @xionri @lalalaloveallmydays @hearts4lizzzz @kathiwis @state-of-grac3 @morgyyyyyyy @scaradooche @theyluvkatt @meigalaxy @noirechomps @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @vxcmx @ariesloves @cayl33n @animeobsessed56 @heartsforni-ki @feikyuu @ichcocat @strayharmony943 @chscklvr @kunikissr @jiminscarmex @sp1ng @bananasquash @aceakariii @thegalaxyisunfolding @ariilies @hisfuture @automaticpatroltragedy @sartrst @cheriswag @kokomiskiss @albedomestic-airline @lxkeeeee @sundays-prince @wvvyq @amurotoorudesu @ennsposts @illu-fu @vitanye @kunikuzushis-darling @kiraisastay

[minimujina]

just had a thought of reader who works with kids (either teaching or just childcare, however you imagine it would work better in inazuma) and kazuha

kazuha accidentally stumbles upon you and your kids playing, and he ends up getting roped in and being assigned to play the role of a pirate, because he tells so many stories of the sea and his travels with beidou. they even procure for him a fontaine-style pirate hat (because of course you have a costume bucket for your kids, and of course it has things from all different cultures over teyvat). and you, you are now the princess, and kazuha is the good pirate who saves the princess from the evil bandits! but the bandits board the ship and begin to close in on the pair, so the pirate must climb the mast with his princes in his arms, fending off the bandits with the very power of the wind! and when each bandit has been cast into the sea, the pirate floats back down to the deck with his princess, and they live happily ever after and get married :) and the bandits’ actors now reassign themselves the role of children again, and now you must play family. and the kids make kazuha promise to come play again the next time he is around, and also to take you out on a date (they ignore your mortified expression). kazuha assures them he will be around much more often :)

[octaves-of-estoiles]

The thought process of MC in chapter 5 of my fic

[Name]: At first, I was convinced that this was all a hallucination, a figment of my imagination constructed for my last moments of life.

[Name]: I know better now, so that begs the question-

[Name] ,turning around: whO ARE YOU PEOPLE

The cast of Fontaine, in a whole ass different language: YOUR GRACE, PLEASE YOU MUST REST, YOU'RE NOT WELL

(for context, you're not aware that this are the actual characters, you think they're paid actors and you're in a Truman show- type situation)