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apotatouwu · 8 months

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mon soleil ( lyney x fem!reader )

warnings — royal au, general fluff, indications of human trafficking, misogyny, class clash(?), if you squint enough spoilers of the fontaine archon quests and lyney's story quest.

hi! june making a comeback bc lyney is my newest obsession. reblogs and comments are appreciated!

you never understood why you were so fascinated by magic. maybe it was because of how it could bring a bit of color to your dull life, or maybe it was because of the pair of violet eyes from your childhood that always managed to make you smile with some tricks.

the second option was the truth, but you never spoke about it out loud. the memory of grayish hair and purple eyes was so old that it was almost fading away, and you couldn't remember his face nor his name — sometimes you wondered if he was just an illusion your mind made up to compensate for the lonely years of your childhood, however, your gut always told you he was real.

the magician from your childhood plagued your dreams with the doubt of his very existence, until a fateful day when a magic show was held in the chief of justice's state.

as the daughter of one of fontaine's forum members and a count, you were expected to follow your father and sit pretty at his side during such endeavors, maybe to find a husband or just as an ornament for him to show off — but you hated it, because it only showed you how lonely you were. all the other girls were friends and could dance freely with whoever asked for one, while you sat at your father's side, though, sometimes, the conversations you heard were quite interesting.

your father always said he was doing it to protect you, so, when he announced another ball at the chief of justice's state, you paid no mind. a new dress and new jewels were at your bed when the time came, and you got ready like you always used to.

the way to the chief of justice's house was the same, though you could see more commoners than normal crowind in the streets. before you could even ask your father if there was having some kind of celebration for them, he already started to complain, and the mask took over your face — it was how you called your ability to hear what the nobles said with a neutral face, even if you wanted to roll your eyes and sneer at their nauseous word.

the mask stayed in your face the whole way and even when you arrived at the fancy state, greeting the other nobles and hearing them talk nonsense about the crowd in the way. the ballroom was decorated slightly differently, as if the chief of justice prepared a show for his guests, as the chairs were facing a stage and unknown staff members were running around.

the talk only stopped when the chief of justice himself arrived at the small circle you were in with your father, and you averted your eyes to your shoes. monsieur neuvilette, as kind as he was, still had a position greater than yours.

“mademoiselle y/n.” he greeted you, gloved hand taking yours and soft lips caressing your knuckles. you gave him a courtesy, the mask still on your face, though you felt nervous — you could feel a pair of eyes watching your very movement, as if waiting for you to notice them. “i hope the magic show will be of your liking.”

at the word magic, your eyes lit up, and you finally looked at the chief of justice's face. “magic show?” you asked in surprise, mind already thinking about the violet eyes of your childhood.

the mask probably slipped off, as when you focused back on neuvilette's face, he was giving you the gentlest smile you ever saw. “indeed. i saw one of the magician's shows with the supreme judge, and i thought it would be good to change our endeavors this time.” he explained, hand still holding yours.

“what's the name of the magician, monsieur neuvilette?” it was fruitless to ask for it, since you couldn't remember his name, but you were still curious. you knew about some magicians of the court, but never about one who caught lady furina's attention to the point of her going to show of theirs. maybe, just maybe… you knew he was going to be talented someday.

neuvilette kissed your hand again. “i think the show is about to start, mademoiselle. shall we go?” he offered you his arm and took it without thinking, though maybe that was what your father wanted — having his daughter married to the chief of justice was a great honor, after all. however, it wasn't what you wanted.

maybe you just needed a closure from your childhood — to say you were in love with someone you only saw thrice was madness, but he made you feel like a normal person for once in your life. he made you laugh and smile like no else did, and he was the only person that saw you without the mask. monsieur neuvilette, with all his rich and soft words, would only make you more miserable.

you followed the chief of justice to the front row of the chairs, sitting next to him albeit uncomfortable. all the eyes were on you two, since he never expressed any interest in anyone until, apparently, now. the blonde traveler, who arrived at the court some days prior, was sitting at your side too, and you enjoyed hearing their traveling companion talking about everything and anything with neuvilette. it was good to hear mundane words coming from a different mouth but, as soon as when you started to feel more comfortable around them, the lights were turned off and you could see two silhouettes at the stage.

“monsieurs and mademoiselles, welcome to lyney and lynette's magic show!” an enthusiastic voice spoke up and, when the lights above the stage were turned on again, you grabbed the end of your seat's armrests.

the eyes. the eyes from your childhood were looking directly at you once again.

“is everything alright, mademoiselle y/n?” you heard neuvilette asking and you could only nod, eyes never leaving the magician's figure. it was him — it was the boy who made you dream with flowers and sincere laughs, the boy who made everything else besides him feel so dull and boring. unconsciously, you smiled, and you watched as his smile, too, grew bigger, eyes never leaving your face.

the show was mesmerizing and incredible. you always knew he would be talented when he grew up — the determination in his eyes to make you smile whenever he performed a magic trick for you back then was what brought him there, to the applause and screams of nobles and senators. lyney knew how to hold a crowd's attention, his charming smile and playful words, in combination with lynnette's calm and soft movements made them an unstoppable duo.

you held your breath when he made lynettte disappear inside the water, squealed when she came back in the middle of the chairs, giggled when he made birds and even a tea set appeared from his hat. you couldn't tear his eyes away from lyney, not even when neuvilette spoke to you — how could you not look at him, now that you've found him?

“now, monsieurs and mademoiselles, the last trick of the night is going to happen, but not the least important.” lyney smiled at the crowd, a wooden box being positioned behind him. “and, for this trick, i will need the help of the audience. any volunteers?” the nobles started to scream, and you frowned, an ugly feeling spreading out inside your body.

did lyney remember you? or you were just his first guinea pig?

you took a deep breath, not trying to jump into conclusions. you needed to talk to him, and you would — if not today, then in another day. you knew who he was now, and that was the biggest step you ever took.

but before you could revert your eyes to his form, gloved fingers held your chin and turned your head towards their owner, and you blinked in surprise at how close neuvilette's face was. however, before he could even open his lips to say something, another pair of gloved fingers were holding your hand, and you returned your face to where it was, meeting lyney's eyes once again. !would this beautiful lady accept to be my assistant in this trick?”

it was refreshing how he asked you, and not neuvilette, and how he didn't even mention the fact you were being his companion. “yes, of course, monsieur magician. it will be my pleasure.”

“splendid!” he exclaimed, fingers squeezing your hand. despite both of you wearing gloves, you could feel his warmth. “dear sister, if you may.” you were passed from lyney to lynette, who led you to a twin of the wooden box on the stage.

“he finally found you.” she whispered in your ear, voice as quiet as the wind, that you almost didn't hear because of the screams of the crowd. you managed to capture the disappointed eyes of your father, like they were knives being targeted at you by an assassin. but, for the first time in your life, you didn't care.

you tried to listen when lyney started to explain the trick, but lynette's words were still resonating in your head. they meant he was also looking for you, wasn't he? that was a good sign, you thought. you entered the box with the help of another assistant, lynette nowhere to be seen — she would probably play a part in the trick, after all.

it was dark and a bit quiet inside the box, but you could feel someone, for some reason, moving it. you would never question a magician's way of doing his tricks, but you hoped nobody could see what was happening now. lyney deserved to win the favor of all these nobles, to have many sponsoring him and lynette. soon, the box stopped, and you could hear the audience counting to zero. that was it, then — the trick was about to end.

the crowd cheered, and it seemed like it worked. soon, the door of the box opened, but all you could see was lyney — the playful glint in his eyes and his happy smile. you accepted his hand and stepped out of the box, and the crowd cheered once more. you gave the magician a soft smile, remembering to use the mask in front of all these people.

but you were sure they could see the redness on your cheeks when he kissed your hand. “you are, mademoiselle, the most beautiful assistant i had so far.”

and with that, the magic show was over.

—

you needed to find him.

after the show ended, all the nobles wanted to talk with lyney and you were whisked away from the stage by neuvilette, who led you to another cycle of nobles — this time, not your father's friends, but younger senators who had similar ideologies to yours. it was refreshing to hear young people talking about what to do with the poor of the country, those who were suffering in the streets, then blaming them for the economic crisis fontaine was going through.

however, you weren't in the mind to talk about politics, far from it. you needed to talk with lyney, but he wasn't nowhere to be seen now — until you saw a pair of violet eyes looking at you through the windows of the balcony, and you knew that was your cue.

“monsieur neuvilette?” you whispered for him in the middle of a conversation, and he leaned in to hear you better, while still paying attention to the senator talking to him. “i will go to the balcony to get some fresh air.” you didn't need his permission because he wasn't your husband — he wasn't your anything, actually — but social rules were still expected in a woman's behavior.

“of course.” he kissed your knuckles once more, but what he said next made your stomach drop. “but be back soon, my dearest, your father has an important announcement to make.”

that could only mean your marriage to him. it would make sense why you were kept at his side throughout all night, why he was calling you by such an endearing term only reserved to those who had the blessing of the supreme judge. it made your heart burn and your vision to be blurry, but you were determined to reach the balcony — no one dared to interrupt you, maybe because the mask was off and no one saw you expressing that many emotions before.

you opened the doors of the balcony quickly, hoping he was already there. but you found no one, and your heart burned even more — you were sure you saw his eyes asking you to meet him there! were you too blinded by his presence that you were seeing things now?

“i am deeply sorry for making you wait, mademoiselle y/n.” you heard his voice and turned around to meet him, lyney's hands already finding yours and making the right one to rest on his chest. you could feel how quickly his heart was beating, almost in sync with yours.

you stayed in silence for a few moments, all the words you wanted to tell him now gone in his presence. “who i saw here, then, since it was not you?” it was what you managed to stay, though not what you wanted to.

he chuckled, and you swore it was the most beautiful sound you ever heard in your life. “lynette. the nobles weren't leaving me alone, and i needed to speak with you.” he whispered, his breath fanning your face. “having a twin sister has its perks.” you nodded, lips parting to ask him all the questions you wanted, but he was quicker than you. “can i make a magic trick?”

you leaned your head to the side, unconsciously, a little bit confused, but nodded anyway. lyney took his hat from his head and took a flower out of it, handing it to you. before you could thank him for it, he took it again from your hands, hat already sitting comfortably at his head, and made it disappear.

“lyney! that was such a beautiful rainbow rose!” you scolded him, but despite the tone of your voice, he was smiling fondly and with something more shining on his eyes.

“we never lose something in magic, mon soleil.” you felt his hand on your ear, putting some strands of your hair behind it, his fingers staying there for some more moments than necessary — he had an electric touch, one that brought your heart back to life after so many years of being sleeping, just waiting for him like in the fairytales. “do not you feel something different?” he whispered, his face the closest it ever was.

you were too lost looking at his eyes to notice anything before, but there was an additional weight on the same ear he touched. you lift your fingers and the flower petals met your skin, as soft as the silk sheets you slept every night. you gasped, though that was the same magic trick he did with you the first time you met — you were crying in the garden after some rude words from your father, and lyney took as his mission to make you smile and forget what it was said to you. both of you were still children, both faces with immature features and innocence shining in your eyes, but even if now you were older, you still felt like the same girl from back then.

you still felt the same happiness she did at his presence.

“how can i repay you?” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes, the waltz playing inside just a quiet sound that made the moment more intimate than it should be — but you weren't asking to repay for just now or the magic tricks he did, but for the moments of happiness and humanity he gave you. in those small moments of your childhood, lyney reminded you that you were first a human, and second a noble. it was hard to remember this with the position you had, but you always remembered his smile and the giggles he managed to coach out of you.

he smiled at you, hands now cupping your face. “would my y/n be willing to give me a kiss?”

giggling, you lifted your head a bit more, meeting his lips while grabbing his shirt to bring him even closer.

you were no stranger to kissing, the stable boys having the honor of being your guinea pigs for this art, but kissing lyney was the first time you kissed someone with such raw emotion — the way your hands gripped him in desperation, too afraid of him going away without any explanation again, the way his hands held you as if you were his most treasured prize, the way your lips touching spoke more than any words could.

lyney broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours, and you closed your eyes — to feel him. “i am deeply sorry for my disappearance,” he whispered. “there was not a day that you were not in my mind, y/n.” you could only nod, kissing his jaw.

“it is alright,” you whispered back. “i know my father's deeds. what he did to you and lynette, lyney?” you weren't dumb and knew your father was a horrible man, especially to his staff. he would sell them to other nobles just for making a small mistake, and whenever one of your young ladies disappeared, you knew he sold them to be bed warmers of one of his friends.

it was disgusting, but you couldn't do anything — your position as his daughter forbid you to do so.

“he sold lynette.” he admitted, and you opened your eyes, this time holding his face between your hands.

“you do not need to tell me what happened.” you comforted him, kisses on his face followed by your words. “what matters is that you and her are now here and thriving. i always knew you would be talented, lyney.” your words felt like an antidote to a poisoned man, and lyney could only smile. although he only started to do magic tricks for you to see if he was as good a magician as his master, your smiles and giggles became his reason to try better everyday — and after he left, seeing you again became his fuel to become the best magician the court ever saw.

“and i always knew you would become the most beautiful lady of this court, mon soleil.”

before your lips could meet again, the chief of justice's surprised voice rang in the air of the balcony. “mademoiselle y/n?” you and lyney turned around, your eyes widening at the sight of the man you were probably going to be engaged in a few moments. you could see disbelief and anger in his eyes, but hurt and sadness shined the brightest. you didn't know what to say, hiding behind lyney who stepped in front of you, maybe to shield you what was coming next — you never demonstrated any interest in the chief of justice, in anyone actually, then why was he looking so forlorn at seeing you in the arms of another man?

you were saved from any explanations by a scream coming from the inside of the ballroom, which made the chief of justice turn his attention to what was happening inside his home.

“were you engaged to him?" lyney asked, still in front of you and looking at the commotion inside. he hoped lynette managed to get away safely.

you furrowed your brows. “no, of course not. i think my father wanted to make his bride.” you explained, brows still furrowed by what was happening. people were screaming and running, and you could hear some servants saying a maid found a dead body.

“good.” lyney whispered, turning his face to you once more. “lynette killed your father.” he admitted, no shame on his features. although the news were supposed to shock you, were supposed to make you sad beyond human comprehension — after all, the boy you've loved for years just admitted his twin sister killed your father — you just nodded.

that caught him by surprise, but lyney soon chuckled. “you have two options, mon soleil. stay and be the bride of the chief of justice, or go with me.” he offered you his hand, eyes shining with hope. “i can not guarantee you will have the same life you did, but i can promise that my heart will always be yours and, while i live, nothing is going to harm your beautiful face.” lyney poured his heart out to you, and sighed in relief when you squeezed his hand.

“how i can let you go again, lyney? take me wherever you go.”

@softbajis here you go loser

#— reblogs #WELL DAMN

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apotatouwu · 8 months

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Not Just a Lumidouce Bell

AN: Y'all. The support and requests for this was insane. Everyone had their own opinions of how it should go and I know this is going to disappoint quite a few of you. Maybe we will have an alternative endidng? Idk we'll see. Reblogs are much appreciated.

Pairing: Lyney x f! reader

Words: 9770

CW/TW: neglect, insecurities, regrets, jealousy, ghosting, angst, depression

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That's why we parted, from our ways to heal our souls. I'm a small town miserable man that does what he can.

PART 1 | PART 2 - Not Just a Lumidouce Bell

In the bustling heart of Liyue Harbor, you stood amid the aromatic symphony of fragrances that filled your workshop. The air was alive with a myriad of scents – floral notes intertwining with earthy undertones, creating a sensory tapestry that reflected the essence of your journey. Rong Hao, one of your loyal employees, had just finished packing a substantial order for the prestigious Goth Grand Hotel in Mondstadt. The rustling of paper and the careful placement of delicate bottles provided a rhythmic background to your conversation.

"Rong Hao," you called, your voice carrying a quiet authority as you approached him. He turned towards you, a respectful nod on his face as he listened attentively. "We've worked with Goth Grand Hotel before, and I want to make sure we continue fostering a strong partnership with them. Can you include a few samples of the new air fresheners Ying’er’ s developed? It would be a thoughtful gesture to show our appreciation."

Rong Hao's lips curved into a small smile; his understanding evident in his eyes. "Of course, (y/n). Ying’er’ s air fresheners have been quite popular, and I'm sure the hotel will appreciate the gesture."

As he continued with the meticulous task of packaging, your thoughts briefly wandered back to the past three years. After leaving Fontaine behind, Liyue had welcomed you with open arms, and you had embarked on a new chapter of your life. The art of perfume-making had beckoned to you, a legacy passed down through your mother's family. Guided by your cousin Ying'er, you had delved deep into the craft, discovering the nuances of blending scents and creating harmonious fragrances.

Ying'er had proven to be a patient and knowledgeable teacher, and under her guidance, you had not only mastered the art of perfumery but had also ventured into the realm of skincare products. The fusion of scents and skincare had been an ingenious concept, and slowly but surely, it had gained popularity in Liyue. Over the past year, your business had started expanding its reach beyond the borders of Liyue, reaching out to other nations within Teyvat.

The workshop itself was a testament to your dedication. Shelves lined with beautifully crafted bottles of perfumes and skincare products gleamed under the soft glow of lanterns. Aromatic herbs and flowers adorned various corners of the room, infusing the air with their natural fragrances. The scent of bergamot, intertwined with the warm embrace of sandalwood, enveloped the space, creating an ambiance of tranquility and creativity.

With Rong Hao finishing the packaging, you offered him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Rong Hao. Your efficiency is truly an asset.”

Just as he was about to depart, you paused him with a thought. "Wait, Rong Hao. Since tomorrow is Lantern Rite Festival, why don't you take the rest of the day off for today? Enjoy the festivities and the lanterns."

Rong Hao's eyes lit up with surprise and gratitude. "Thank you so much, (y/n). I truly appreciate it."

Just as he was about to leave, a cheerful jingle of bells heralded the entrance of two familiar figures. Ying'er and her boyfriend Timaeus entered hand-in-hand, their laughter carrying a contagious joy. Ying'er had a handful of envelopes, and she approached you with an eager grin. "Hey, (y/n)! Look what I've got!"

You returned her smile, curious. As she handed you a few envelopes, your fingers brushed against the paper, feeling the delicate texture beneath your touch. One envelope, however, stood out – intricate and adorned with a shimmering golden seal. Ying'er placed it in your hand, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "This one is special. It was given to me by one of Lady Ningguang’s assistants. They asked me to pass it to you."

You studied the envelope with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Its ornate design held an air of importance, and you carefully opened it, savoring the moment. The paper felt delicate between your fingers as you unfolded the contents. The elegant script inside held a message that caught your attention, capturing the essence of its sender.

It was an invitation from Lady Ningguang’s, the illustrious Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing. She had invited you and a plus one to the Culture Extravaganza that was to take place at the prestigious Yuehai Pavilion, just before the release of lanterns. The invitation carried an air of sophistication and honor, and your heart quickened at the recognition.

As you shared the news with Ying'er, her eyes sparkled with delight. "Oh, (y/n), this is incredible! To be recognized by Lady Ningguang’s herself is a tremendous honor!"

A thought crossed your mind, and you turned to Ying'er with a warm smile. "Would you like to join me? It would be wonderful to have you by my side."

Ying'er's eyes softened with gratitude, and she shook her head gently. "Thank you, (y/n), but Timaeus and I have plans for tomorrow. He arranged for a date on a boat so we can enjoy the lanterns together."

Timaeus rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to experience the festival from the water."

You couldn't help but chuckle at their sweet interaction. "Well, in that case, I hope you both have an amazing time."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you watched Ying'er and Timaeus exchange affectionate glances and laughter. Their presence radiated a warmth that you found bittersweet. As they stood hand-in-hand, sharing a tender moment, a small smile played on your lips, even as a twinge of yearning tugged at your heart. Ying'er and Timaeus were a picture of happiness, their camaraderie evident in their gestures. With a playful grin, Timaeus extended his hand towards Ying'er, and in response, she handed him one of the envelopes, her eyes sparkling with delight. As he playfully pretended to examine the contents of the envelope with exaggerated curiosity, you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. They were undeniably cute together, their companionship evident in the shared laughter that filled the air.

Your fingers found solace in fidgeting with the ring on your ring finger, a piece of advice that Ying'er had shared with you. It was meant to ward off unsolicited advances, especially during the Lantern Rite Festival when tourists often targeted local women. While the festival brought joy and unity, it also attracted those looking for romantic connections, something you hadn't quite found in the past three years. As your fingers traced the smooth metal of the ring, your thoughts turned to the past three years. Establishing your life in Liyue had been your main focus, and it left you with little time to delve into romantic pursuits. The memories of your time with Lyney lingered in your heart, his absence leaving an indelible mark on your emotions. Every attempt at building connections with potential partners seemed to fall short, as if a silent comparison with the memory of Lyney loomed over each interaction.

You longed for companionship, for someone to share moments like this with – moments that were filled with laughter and affection. A wistful sigh escaped your lips as you watched Ying'er and Timaeus, your heart yearning for a connection as genuine as theirs. The festival atmosphere seemed to heighten your sense of longing, emphasizing the solitude that occasionally crept into the corners of your heart.

In the past three years, you had encountered Lumine and Paimon once again. Like clockwork, they would join the Lantern Rite festivities in Liyue each year. The small world you lived in became even smaller as you discovered their acquaintance with Timaeus and Ying'er. Despite your longing, you held no animosity towards Lumine; in fact, you had confided in her about your decision to relocate to Liyue, begging her to keep your secret from Lyney. Lumine's understanding nature had led her to respect your wishes, and she refrained from bringing up any stories related to the Fontaine siblings.

You held the elegant envelope from Lady Ningguang in your hand, your fingers tracing over the intricate writing that adorned its surface. The delicate texture of the paper beneath your touch carried an air of importance, and you marveled at the craftsmanship that had gone into creating such a stunning piece. The shimmering golden seal caught the light, its brilliance reflecting the honor that came with the invitation. Ying'er's stories about the event rushed to the forefront of your mind. She had attended one of these events in the past, back when they were held in the Jade Chamber. Her raving reviews had painted a vivid picture of elegance, sophistication, and cultural appreciation. Now, you found yourself on the brink of experiencing this grand occasion firsthand, and excitement bubbled within you.

With the day's tasks still ahead of you, you busied yourself by tending to accounts, interacting with customers who frequented your workshop. As you skillfully managed the balance between overseeing the store and addressing customer inquiries, you ushered Ying'er and Timaeus out of the shop, encouraging them to make the most of their time together. Their laughter and happiness were infectious, and you found a smile tugging at your lips as you watched them leave. Amid the hum of activity, you also attended to the packing of orders that were destined for various corners of Teyvat. It was a testament to the success you had achieved in these three years, the fruits of your dedication to your craft and the support of your loyal customers.

The day of the festival arrived, and with it came a sense of anticipation that hung in the air like a gentle breeze. The doors of your workshop remained closed in honor of the occasion, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the bustling atmosphere of Liyue Harbor. The festive spirit was palpable, the entire area transformed into a vibrant tapestry of colors, sounds, and scents. You ventured out into the heart of the harbor; your senses overwhelmed by the delightful chaos that surrounded you. The tantalizing aroma of street food wafted through the air, tempting your taste buds and drawing you towards the bustling food stalls. The sizzle of skewers and the rhythmic clatter of pots and pans provided a lively rhythm to the festivities. Street performers of all kinds captivated the crowd – acrobats defying gravity, musicians coaxing melodies from their instruments, and dancers weaving tales with their graceful movements. Laughter and applause echoed through the streets, creating an atmosphere of shared joy and celebration.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm and golden hue over the harbor, a sense of excitement coursed through your veins. The anticipation of the Culture Extravaganza at Yuehai Pavilion filled the air like a tangible energy, drawing you closer to the heart of the event. Holding the elegant envelope that held your invitation, you made your way through the bustling crowd, guided by the soft glow of lanterns that lined the path. Upon arriving at the entrance of the event location, you presented your invitation to the vigilant Millelith guards stationed there. Their respectful nod and warm smiles indicated that your presence had been acknowledged. One of the guards graciously guided you towards your designated seat, weaving through the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation, a collective eagerness to partake in an evening of culture and unity.

Taking your seat, you found yourself beside none other than Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and her knowledgeable employee and consultant, Zhongli. With polite smiles, you exchanged greetings with them, appreciating the opportunity to share this occasion with individuals of such distinct expertise and charisma. As the seats around you gradually filled, the air seemed to buzz with conversations and whispers, each guest bringing their own unique perspective and excitement to the event.

As the event commenced, a hush fell over the audience, the collective attention fixated on the stage before them. The first performance, a mesmerizing Liyue opera piece by Yun Jin, began to unfold. The delicate strains of traditional instruments blended with Yun Jin's powerful voice, weaving a narrative that resonated with the very essence of Liyue. The audience was enraptured, their breaths held as the melodic storytelling wove a tapestry of emotions and cultural significance. The atmosphere within the pavilion was electrified with emotion. The audience reactions were a symphony in themselves – gasps of awe, whispered commentary, and nods of appreciation rippled through the crowd. As Yun Jin's final note hung in the air, the entire pavilion erupted into a thunderous applause, a standing ovation that served as a testament to the impact of her performance. The air seemed to vibrate with appreciation, the collective emotion of the audience mirroring the beauty of the opera piece.

The momentum continued as the event flowed seamlessly into the next performance – a captivating dance from Inazuma. The dancers moved with a grace that seemed almost ethereal, their movements telling a story of their homeland, its traditions, and its unique cultural tapestry. As the dance unfolded, the atmosphere shifted once again, embracing the elegance and intricacy of Inazuma’ s culture. The audience's reactions were as diverse as the performances themselves. Whispers of awe and admiration floated through the air, mingling with the soft rustle of fine fabrics and the occasional murmur of agreement. The collective energy of the audience remained palpable, connecting every guest in a shared experience of appreciation and wonder.

The echoes of the applause for the Inazuman dancers had just faded when a familiar voice, rich and melodious, echoed through the venue, commanding the attention of every guest present. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," the voice declared, its tone carrying a blend of confidence and charisma, "the performances you've witnessed thus far have been a feast for your eyes and ears. But what you are about to experience will immerse all your senses in a world of wonder and enchantment." The words hung in the air, teasing the audience's curiosity and anticipation.

Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the voice, the sound of it igniting a rush of emotions within you. As the spotlight illuminated the center of the stage, your gaze was drawn inexorably toward it, and there he stood – Lyney. His presence was magnetic, and the years that had passed had only refined his charm. His wide smile seemed to embrace the entire audience, his gaze warm and inviting. He bowed gracefully, acknowledging the applause that greeted his introduction. "I am Lyney," he began, his voice carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to captivating audiences, "and I am a magician from Fontaine." The words were spoken with a measured cadence, each syllable resounding with a sense of familiarity and novelty all at once. It was him – the man whose memory had lingered in your heart, the one whose absence had left an indelible mark on your emotions.

Amid the mix of emotions that surged within you, a soft exclamation of "Oooh, a magic show!" came from none other than Hu Tao, her excitement evident in her tone. Her words seemed to break through the trance that had settled over you, reminding you that you were present in this moment.

Your heart raced as you remained frozen in your seat, your gaze fixed on Lyney as he commanded the stage with his presence. The audience around you were abuzz with anticipation, the collective energy almost tangible. A mixture of nostalgia and longing stirred within you, memories and emotions intertwining with the present.

Lyney's show began with a touch of classic magic – a dove pulled from a hat, its wings unfurling as it soared into the air, symbolizing the very essence of magic itself – the art of making the ordinary extraordinary. His voice, a symphony of confidence and charm, resonated through the pavilion as he introduced the trick. "Ladies and gentlemen," he proclaimed, "while this may be a trick you've seen before, remember that at its core, magic is about making things appear and disappear at will."

The audience watched in awe as Lyney continued to perform various tricks, each one more enchanting than the last. Coins vanished and reappeared, silk scarves transformed into liquids, and playing cards defied gravity as they danced through the air. His lines were delivered with a magnetic flair, drawing the audience into his world of illusion. "Now, my friends, watch closely. Believe in the impossible, for in that belief, magic truly comes to life."

Laughter and gasps of amazement filled the air as Lyney engaged the audience, involving them in his tricks. He exchanged playful banter with volunteers, leaving them astounded by his skill and wit. Amid the magic, you found yourself caught between the desire to be drawn into the spectacle and the instinct to remain inconspicuous. You held your breath, your heart pounding, as Lyney's performance continued to unfold. "Imagine," he mused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "that reality itself is a stage, and we are all players in a grand performance." The sense of wonder in his words resonated with everyone present, drawing them deeper into his performance. He involved the audience in various tricks, seamlessly integrating their reactions into his narrative.

In one instance, he produced a silk scarf, drawing it through his fist only for it to emerge as a string of colorful flags. "Life is like a tapestry," he said, his voice both poetic and whimsical, "woven with threads of experiences and moments." He glanced at a young child in the front row, involving them in the act, eliciting laughter and applause.

"Flowers," Lyney began, "have been an integral part of magic shows for centuries. They embody the beauty and transience of life." He produced a Windwheel Aster seemingly out of thin air, handing it to a guest from Mondstadt. "A symbol of elegance and grace," he said with a smile, the lily blooming like a promise in the guest's hand.

He continued his floral theme, drawing a Glaze Lily from nowhere, presenting it to Yun Jin, who had been seated among the audience after her breathtaking performance. "A tribute to the harmony of cultures," he remarked, the lily a token of appreciation and recognition.

And then came the Sakura confetti, a shower of delicate petals that enveloped the Inazuman dancers who had joined the audience. The petals caught the light as they drifted, creating an ethereal atmosphere. "A celebration of unity," Lyney declared, his words uniting the audience in a shared experience of joy and camaraderie.

With a smile that held a world of memories, he walked toward you. His voice, soft and filled with meaning, rang through the pavilion. "While Teyvat boasts a kaleidoscope of beautiful flowers, in an orchid full of them, there will always be only one that draws my heart." The anticipation in the air was palpable as he walked toward you, the crowd parting as if in reverence of the moment. He extended his hand, a bouquet of Lumidouce Bells materializing in his grasp. "Lumidouce Bells," he said with a smile, the words carrying a depth of meaning that only the two of you could understand. With bated breath, you watched as Lyney, with a smile that held a myriad of emotions, leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Found you." His words resonated like a secret shared between two souls.

As he handed you the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells, his touch was gentle yet charged with a significance that sent a shiver down your spine. Just as your fingers were about to close around the bouquet, you noticed a flicker in his expression – a falter in his smile and a tremble in his hands. Your heart raced as you accepted the bouquet, his touch lingering for an extra moment before he stepped away, returning to the center of the stage to conclude his performance. Despite the impressive tricks that followed – cards transforming into butterflies, objects levitating – there was a subtle shift in his energy. The enthusiasm that had marked the beginning of his show seemed to dim, replaced by a quiet intensity that spoke of unspoken emotions.

The audience remained awestruck by the death-defying tricks, their gasps and applause punctuating each moment of wonder. But as Lyney took his final bow and left the stage, you sensed a wistfulness in his gaze as he cast one last look in your direction. The connection between you was undeniable, a thread that had persisted through the years and found its way to this moment.

As you settled back into your seat, clutching the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells, your fingers brushed against a small card hidden amidst the delicate blooms. Carefully extracting it, you unfolded the note to reveal words that seemed to dance off the page.

“You're not merely just a Lumidouce Bell, but you are MY Lumidouce Bell, an incandescent presence that casts a gentle and enduring fragrance upon my senses. Its beauty, a tapestry woven into eternity, outshines even the rainbow roses, mere pretenders swathed in the guise of lilies. Much like me, entwined in the delicate masquerade of existence.”

The note continued, inviting you to meet him at Chihu Rock just before the release of the lanterns. As you looked around at the vibrant tapestry of colors, scents, and emotions, the anticipation of the evening's culmination filled you – a culmination that promised to bring closure to what had been left unspoken for far too long.

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Lyney's hands held the porcelain pot filled with a soft-scented cream, its fragrance wafting delicately through the air. But it wasn't the cream itself that had caught his attention; it was the intricate decorative motif that adorned the pot. A side-profile silhouette of a woman holding a Glaze Lily in her right hand – it felt oddly familiar, like a whisper from the past that stirred memories within him.

His brows furrowed as he gazed at the motif, a sense of recognition tugging at his thoughts. Why did this remind him of you? As he stared at the motif, his mind raced back to a moment in time, a fragment of a memory that surfaced like a whisper in the wind. He remembered you, sitting across from him on one of your dates. It was a simple evening at a quaint cafe, where the laughter and conversation flowed freely. He had been fascinated as you sketched something on a paper napkin, a beautiful illustration of a woman holding a Lumidouce Bell in her hand. The design had struck him then as both charming and creative.

And now, as he looked at the pot's motif, he couldn't help but see the striking similarities. The pose of the woman, the delicate flower – it was as if your illustration had come to life in the most unexpected way. His heart raced as he fished out a paper napkin from his wallet, a napkin he had secretly pocketed on that very night. He unfolded it with careful hands, revealing the sketch that had captured his attention all those days ago. Comparing the drawing on the napkin with the motif on the pot of cream, there was no doubt about it. The designs were uncannily similar – almost like pieces of a puzzle that had fallen into place. His pulse quickened, his mind racing to unravel the connection, to make sense of the serendipity that had woven itself into this moment.

His heart surged with determination, his gaze seeking out Lynette. He rushed toward her, a sense of urgency pushing him forward. "Lynette!" he called out, his voice carrying a tone of desperation.

Lynette turned to him; her expression curious as she raised an eyebrow. "Lyney? What's got you so worked up?"

Breathing slightly faster, Lyney gestured toward the porcelain pot he held. "Where did you get this cream? The one with the Glaze Lily motif?"

Lynette glanced at the pot, then back at him, her expression shifting to one of surprise. "Oh, that? It's not mine, Lyney. It's Freminet's."

Lyney's brows furrowed in confusion. "Freminet's? Are you sure?"

Lynette nodded, a bemused smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I've seen him use it before."

Lyney's mind raced as he processed the information. The motif on the pot, your illustration on the napkin – they couldn't be mere coincidences. The connection was too strong, too intimate to be dismissed. He looked back at the pot, his gaze lingering on the silhouette of the woman holding the Glaze Lily.

Time seemed to stretch as Lyney waited for Freminet to return home, his thoughts consumed completely by you. It had been three years since you left – three years since he had failed you, hurt you with his neglect. Those years had carried the weight of regret and longing, each day a reminder of his own shortcomings. Lyney's life had never been easy, marked by the trials of Fontaine and the looming threat of the prophecy. Even in the midst of these challenges, losing you had been one of the most painful experiences he had to deal with.

He remembered how he had wanted to search every nook and corner of Teyvat for you, to find you, to make amends. But Fontaine's mission, his duty, had taken precedence. "Father" had set a path before him, and Lyney had followed it. Even after the mission's completion, he had continued his search for you with the help of the Fatui. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to find – an address, a name, any trace of your existence. But each lead turned cold, and the void of your absence seemed to deepen with every passing day. Loneliness had become a constant companion, an ache that never quite left. It had haunted him, a ghost that whispered in his ear, a constant reminder of the pain he had inflicted.

The cream in his hand became a symbol of the past and the present, of missed opportunities and second chances. As he waited for Freminet, he felt the weight of the years that had passed. Memories of you were both a comfort and a torment, the warmth of your presence and the ache of your absence intertwined. Lyney's heart clenched as he recalled the laughter you shared, the moments of tenderness and joy. How he had allowed that to slip through his fingers, he could never forgive himself. The thought of you disappearing without a trace had left a void that nothing could fill.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, a sense of longing overwhelmed him. His assistants, ever well-intentioned, had tried to lift him from his slump over the years. They had orchestrated meetings with different women, hoping to redirect his focus and mend his wounded heart. But each attempt had only stoked the fire of his anguish. The very idea of anyone else in your place felt like a betrayal, a mockery of the bond he had shared with you. He had lashed out, his anger and pain spilling over, berating his assistants for their misguided efforts.

"I don't want a replacement," he had exclaimed one night, his voice laced with frustration. "I need her. I need (y/n), okay? No one else can fill the void she left behind."

The stages of grief had woven themselves into his life, each emotion an ache that settled deep within him. Denial had been his initial response, clinging to the hope that you would return, that the chasm between you could somehow be bridged. He had walked past your favorite cafe, caught glimpses of people who bore a resemblance to you, only to have the illusion shattered each time. Anger had surged when he caught the scent of your perfume in passing, a memory that had buried itself in the fabric of his life. He had shouted at the wind for playing cruel tricks, for conjuring fragments of you only to snatch them away. Bargaining had consumed him in the quiet hours of the night, as he tossed and turned in his empty bed. In those solitary moments, he had whispered promises to the void, pledges to mend what had been broken if only he could have another chance. Depression had visited him often, its weight pressing on his chest, making each breath a struggle. His days had been marked by a sense of hollowness, a numbness that refused to lift. The pain had become physical, a dull ache that throbbed with each beat of his heart.

And then there were the nights – long, torturous nights that were haunted by nightmares of you. He would see you hurt, your eyes filled with disappointment, your voice echoing with unspoken reproach. Other times, his enemies would appear in his dreams, threatening to harm you in ways he couldn't prevent. The helplessness he felt in those dreams mirrored the helplessness he felt in reality. The fear that he could no longer protect you had become a relentless specter, leaving him waking in cold sweats.

And through it all, your memory remained a beacon of light in the darkness. He would close his eyes and see your smile, hear your laughter, feel your touch as if you were standing right beside him. The ache of your absence was a reminder of the love he had lost, a love he would do anything to reclaim. In the midst of his pain and longing, one thing was clear – he didn't want to spend another moment without you. If given the chance, he would never let you go, never let you feel inadequate, never make you feel his absence. He would cherish every moment, hold you close, and never allow the distance to creep in again.

As he stood there, lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts, the door opened, and Freminet returned. The man's presence broke through the haze of Lyney's emotions, and he forced himself to focus on the present. The revelation of the cream's origin was a clue, a thread to follow, a path that might lead him back to you. With determination in his eyes, Lyney turned his attention to Freminet, his heart and mind aligned in their purpose.

"Freminet," Lyney began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "Where did you get this cream from?"

Freminet stammered, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to process Lyney's intense gaze. "Uh, well... I've been diving a lot lately, and my skin started to dry up really bad. So, I read this article on Steambird, you know? They recommended this new moisturizer that was… uh… imported from Liyue."

Lyney's heart quickened at the mention of the article. It was a thread, a connection, something to hold on to. "Do you still have a copy of that article?" he asked, his voice eager.

Freminet nodded, a touch of curiosity in his eyes as he disappeared briefly and returned with the newspaper. Lyney took it from him and began to skim through the pages until he found the article in question. The words on the page spoke of a new skincare brand that had been gaining popularity in Liyue and was slowly making its mark across Teyvat. He read that the product was not readily available in Fontaine due to import costs, and it was being sold exclusively in Romaritime Harbor.

A surge of anticipation coursed through Lyney's veins. Romaritime Harbor in Fontaine was not far from where he stood. Could this be a sign? Could you be in Liyue? His heart raced with the possibility, and he knew he had to find out for sure. He looked up at Freminet, his eyes determined.

"Thank you, Freminet," Lyney said sincerely, his gratitude shining through his gaze. "This means a lot to me."

Freminet offered a small smile, though confusion lingered in his expression. "Uh, you're welcome, Lyney. But, uh, can I ask why this is so important to you?"

Lyney's lips curved into a bittersweet smile. "This might be the clue I've been waiting for. Thank you, brother."

Freminet nodded, a warm smile crossing his features. "Of course, Lyney. If there's anything else I can do to help..."

Lyney's gaze was resolute as he responded. "There is. I need to meet with 'Father.' It's time to put our resources to use, to verify something important."

Freminet's expression shifted to one of understanding, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I'll make the arrangements," he said, his voice steady.

With a sense of purpose, Lyney turned and left Freminet's shop, his heart filled with renewed determination. The cream, the Glaze Lily motif, the connection to Liyue – they were all pieces of the puzzle that were leading him back to you. As he made his way to meet "Father," his steps were guided by hope, by the prospect of mending what had been broken, and by the overwhelming desire to find you once again.

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Backstage at the Lantern Rite festival, Lyney stood with Lynette and his assistants, a flurry of emotions swirling within him. The festival was in full swing, the air alive with the vibrant energy of the celebration. His heart beat like a drum in his chest as he took in the flurry of preparations around him. Lynette and his assistants were nearby, their presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of the bustling atmosphere. Memories flooded his mind as he glanced at the lanterns that adorned the area, their soft glow casting a warm and inviting ambiance. He remembered how you had wished to witness this festival, to experience the beauty of your mother's home, the place she had left behind to create a life with your father. It was an event that held deep significance for you, and he had listened with rapt attention as you described every detail. The lanterns, the colors, the sense of unity – they were all part of the tapestry of your stories. And now, standing in the midst of it all, he felt your absence keenly.

He knew that you were here, among the esteemed guests of the Liyue Qixing. He had pulled several strings to make it happen, with help from Charlotte, Lumine, and Paimon. The favor he held with the Tianquan, thanks to his connection with Lumine, had smoothed the way for your presence. The pieces were falling into place, the stage was set, and all that remained was the grand reveal of his discovery of you.

As the Inazuman dancers finished their mesmerizing performance on the stage, the crowd erupted into applause. The energy in the air was palpable, a mix of excitement and joy. But for Lyney, the anticipation had a different edge. He knew that his turn was approaching, the moment when he would step onto the stage. His heart pounded even harder as he adjusted his attire, his mind racing with thoughts of you. It had been over three years since he had last seen you, and the prospect of finally reuniting filled him with both hope and trepidation. Would you still be the same? The memory of your smile, your laughter, the way you looked at him – they were etched into his mind. Would you be happy to see him, or would the distance that had grown between you overshadow the reunion? The uncertainty gnawed at him, a persistent anxiety that he couldn't shake. The stage lights flickered, signaling that his moment was drawing near. As the applause for the dancers began to fade, he exchanged a glance with Lynette and his assistants, their encouragement a silent reassurance. The stage was now his, the spotlight waiting to illuminate his discovery, his determination, and his longing. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," He spoke with confidence that masked his inner turmoil. "The performances you've witnessed thus far have been a feast for your eyes and ears. But what you are about to experience will immerse all your senses in a world of wonder and enchantment."

With a deep breath, he stepped forward, his heart in his throat. The crowd's attention shifted to him, their murmurs quieting in anticipation. The lanterns cast a warm and gentle glow upon him, creating an almost ethereal aura. His steps were measured as he walked onto the stage, his eyes scanning the faces in the crowd. He knew you were among them, somewhere, watching. "I am Lyney," he began, his voice carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to captivating audiences, "and I am a magician from Fontaine."

As he continued speaking, his eyes scanned the expectant audience, searching for a face he hadn't seen in years. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, his gaze locked onto you. Your presence was a radiant beacon in the sea of faces, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He couldn't deny the rush of emotions that flooded him at the sight of you. You looked just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. You were adorned in a traditional festival attire, every intricate detail woven with elegance and grace. Delicate jewelry adorned your neck and wrists, shimmering with every move you made. The lantern light caught the glint of the jewelry, creating a soft halo around you. Your lips were parted in genuine surprise, your eyes widening as you took in the unexpected sight of him on stage.

His heart swelled at the sight of you, a mix of longing, love, and a touch of sorrow washing over him. He wanted nothing more than to rush toward you, to gather you in his arms and hold you close. But he couldn't – not just yet. The show had to go on, and Lyney was, at his core, a performer. He understood the power of a well-executed act, the art of weaving emotions through illusions. He knew he had to convey his message to you through his performance, to let you know that he had found you, that he was here, that he still cared.

He moved with grace and precision, each movement deliberate and purposeful. He conjured illusions that mesmerized the crowd – fireworks that appeared from nowhere, a cascade of shimmering lights that danced around him, and moments of suspended reality that left everyone in awe. And all the while, his eyes kept finding you in the crowd, his performances a message meant only for you.

"Flowers," Lyney began, his voice carrying a melodic cadence that resonated through the air, "have been an integral part of magic shows for centuries. They embody the beauty and transience of life." He conjured a Windwheel Aster with a flourish, presenting it to a guest from Mondstadt. As he handed over the delicate bloom, a smile graced his lips, and the Windwheel Aster became not just a flower, but a token of elegance and grace, blooming like a promise within the guest's grasp. His performance continued, seamlessly entwining the theme of flowers. From the vast expanse of his magical repertoire, he conjured a Glaze Lily, extending it towards Yun Jin, the performer who had graced the stage with her captivating artistry. The lily symbolized more than its physical form—it was a tribute to the harmonious fusion of cultures, a testament to appreciation and acknowledgment. Then came the crescendo of his floral spectacle, the Sakura confetti that cascaded from above, a shower of delicate petals that seemed to suspend time itself. Each petal caught the light, creating a tapestry of ethereal beauty that enveloped the Inazuman dancers who had joined the audience. "A celebration of unity," Lyney declared, his words uniting the hearts of the crowd in shared exhilaration and camaraderie.

A pause lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation, as Lyney's gaze found you. “While Teyvat boasts a kaleidoscope of beautiful flowers, in an orchid full of them, there will always be only one that draws my heart." His steps, guided by a sense of purpose, carried him toward the individual who held his heart. As he moved, the crowd seemed to part as if in reverence of the unfolding moment. The weight of his words hung in the atmosphere, laden with a depth that only the two of you could fathom. His hand extended, and with a flourish, a bouquet of Lumidouce Bells materialized in his grasp. Lumidouce Bells, chosen not just for their beauty, but for the significance they held between the two of you. A smile that spoke volumes graced his lips as he regarded you, and his words held a world of shared history and emotion. "Lumidouce Bells," he repeated, a simple phrase that contained a universe of unspoken sentiments.

With every eye upon him and every heartbeat suspended in the air, Lyney took a step forward, closing the distance between you. As he leaned in, he was teased with the familiar scent of you. "Found you," he whispered.

And then, the moment arrived. With an outstretched hand, he offered the bouquet to you, a silent invitation that held a universe of meaning. Your hand reached out, fingers brushing against the delicate petals, and for an instant, time seemed to hold its breath. His eyes fell upon the ring adorning your finger, a glint of gold that sent a shockwave through his heart. A ring. The sight of it felt like a dagger piercing through him. Someone else had managed to find their way into your heart during the years he had spent searching for you, longing for you. The pit in his stomach deepened, a chasm of anguish that threatened to swallow him whole. His hand trembled imperceptibly as you took hold of the bouquet, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. He wanted to etch this fleeting connection into his memory, to savor the sensation of your touch before letting go.

It was a cruel twist of fate – he had finally found you, only to discover that you were no longer his to hold. With a heavy heart, he managed to plaster a smile across his face, a facade that concealed the tempest raging within him. He stepped back, retreating from the threshold of what could have been, what should have been. With a determined stride, he returned to the center of the stage, his heartache masked by the resilience of a performer. The show must go on, regardless of the chaos that threatened to unravel his thoughts. The next phase of his performance involved feats of daring magic – illusions that defied logic and challenged reality. He summoned flames that danced at his fingertips, conjured illusions that seemed to play with the fabric of space itself, and performed tricks that left the crowd in awe. Each act carried a deeper layer of emotion, each illusion a reflection of the turmoil within him. His eyes kept meeting yours throughout, and with every exchange, it felt like his very being was disintegrating, his emotions laid bare for you to see. The heartbreak was a constant undercurrent, but he continued, the echoes of his actions weaving a bittersweet symphony that only you and he could comprehend.

And then, as his final act approached, he knew that the time for his performance was drawing to an end. The climax of his act involved a seemingly death-defying escape, an illusion that left the crowd breathless. His movements were precise, each gesture a calculated step toward a climactic moment. And as he emerged unscathed from the shackles that had bound him, the audience erupted into a standing ovation, their cheers like a chorus that resonated with his own tumultuous emotions. With Lynette and his assistants by his side, they took a bow, the applause like a crescendo that filled the air. But beneath the facade of the performer, Lyney's heart was heavy with the weight of what could have been. The applause faded, and as he stepped off the stage, his footsteps were laden with remorse and sorrow. The energy that had fueled his performance now felt like an anchor, dragging him down into the depths of his own emotions.

"Lynette," he whispered as they retreated backstage, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. She turned to him; concern etched on her features. "I need a moment," he managed to say, his voice betraying the anguish he fought to conceal.

With the echoes of the applause still ringing in his ears, Lyney found himself making his way through the lantern-lit streets of Liyue City. The cacophony of joy and celebration seemed distant, as if separated by an insurmountable divide. His steps were heavy, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him. The warmth of the lanterns that once held so much wonder now felt like a mockery of his own turmoil. He had asked you to meet him at Chihu Rock before the lanterns were released into the night sky. But now, as he climbed the steps that led to the rocky peak, his heart weighed down by uncertainty.

Would you even show up to the place he had suggested? Would you be there with the new person who had become the recipient of your love? The thought was a dagger in his heart, a painful reminder of what he could have prevented, the pain he could have spared you. Did you now make omelets just the way he liked them – sunny side up with the edges slightly burnt? Did your new love also get to experience the warmth of your smile as you closed your eyes and laughed, allowing your scrunching nose to be kissed affectionately? He recalled other little quirks – the way you hummed when you were lost in thought, the way you always saved the last piece of dessert for him even if you pretended to be full, and the sound of your laughter that could light up even the darkest corners of his heart. The images tormented him – soft, intimate moments that he had once cherished, now twisted by the possibility of being shared with someone else. These questions, these thoughts, they were all blades that cut through him, leaving wounds that no magic could heal.

And yet, he found himself on the peak of Chihu Rock, overlooking the city bathed in the glow of the lanterns. He waited, his heart a maelstrom of emotions. Maybe it was futile, he thought. Perhaps you wouldn't come. Why would you even want to meet him, the one who had let you slip through his fingers? Minutes stretched into an eternity, each second filled with the anticipation of your arrival. Why was he still here? He didn't know. What would he say if you did come? He had no idea. But one thing was clear – he needed to apologize. Apologize for the pain he had inflicted upon you, for the words left unsaid, for the distance that had grown between you. It was the least he could do, the only way to mend the fragments of what you had shared.

Lyney's ears caught a sound, a soft panting that seemed to carry on the wind even before he saw you. His heart leaped within his chest; anticipation mingled with anxiety. He stood up; his eyes fixed on the path leading up the rocks. And there you were, ascending the rocky steps with the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells still held in your hand. As you drew nearer, he extended his hand toward you, a silent offer of help. He saw you hesitate for a brief second, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your eyes. But then you nodded, your fingers curling around his hand. The warmth of your touch, the familiarity of your grasp, it all made his heart ache. Would this be the last time he would feel this connection? He wondered, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotion.

"Lyney," you whispered, your voice breathless from the climb and the emotions that surely mirrored his own.

But he couldn't let you finish. He looked into your eyes, his own brimming with regret and apology. He had to say it, had to let you know, even if the words could never truly mend the fractures he had caused. "Listen," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "I know that apologies can't change the past, can't erase the hurt I've caused you all these years. But I owe you this. I owe you an apology for every time I bailed out on our dates, for every moment I made you feel like you were less than you truly are."

He took a deep breath, the scent of the Lumidouce Bells intermingling with the damp earthiness of the rocks. "I was so caught up in the allure of adventure, in the promise of releasing Fontaine from its cursed prophecy, that I was blind to the pain I was causing you." He paused, his chest constricting with the weight of his remorse. "It was all my fault, you didn't deserve to feel neglected, especially not by me."

He watched as your expression shifted, a mix of emotions dancing in your eyes. He wanted to reach out, to wipe away the pain etched on your features, but he knew that words were all he had to offer now. "You called me your rainbow rose," His voice trembled as he spoke, his emotions laid bare before you. “But the true rainbow roses of this world are extinct. And as their era came to an end, a plant that used to grow symbiotically with it has stolen the name 'Rainbow Rose.'" His voice cracked, the weight of his metaphor carrying a world of meaning. "Rainbow roses that you see today are imposter lilies, just like me – pretending to be something I'm not."

Tears welled in his eyes; his vulnerability exposed for you to witness. He had said the words that had lingered in his heart for so long, the words he owed you, even though they couldn't undo the past. And as he looked into your eyes, his own filled with the anguish of his confession, he could only hope that you would see the depth of his remorse, the sincerity in his apology, and the love that had never wavered, even in the face of his mistakes. "But I'm here now," he said. “I want you to know that I'm sorry. Truly, deeply sorry. I regret every tear you shed, every smile I failed to bring to your lips.”

He braced himself for your response, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken emotions. The lantern-lit surroundings seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your next move. And then, your voice, like a soft melody, broke the stillness, whispering his name. His heart fluttered at the sound, a sensation he had long missed.

But he couldn't let the moment linger in a sweet fantasy. He cleared his throat, his eyes flickering toward the ring on your finger. "I'm glad," he began, his eyes fixed on the glint of gold that adorned your finger, the ring that had been a tormenting reminder of his own failures. "I'm glad someone else brings you the happiness I couldn't."

He noticed the confusion that flickered across your features, the furrow of your brow and the faint "What?" that escaped your lips. He pointed to the ring, his gaze unwavering, and then looked away, his jaws clenched with a mixture of emotions he struggled to put into words. The silence that hung in the air was pregnant with unspoken pain, a chasm of misunderstanding that seemed impossible to bridge.

And then, like a soft melody that cut through the tension, he heard your giggle. It was a sound he hadn't realized he had been longing to hear, a sound that made his heart flutter in a way he hadn't experienced in years. It sounded just like in his dreams, a symphony of joy that had once been his to cherish. He met your gaze again, his eyes searching yours as he watched you take off the ring. Shock colored his features, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief that painted his expression. What was happening? He wondered. "What...?" he managed to utter, his voice a mix of shock and incredulity.

Your laughter filled the air once again, a melody that seemed to bring light to the darkness that had clouded his thoughts. "Lyney, this ring," you said, your voice laced with amusement, "it's not what you think."

He blinked, his confusion deepening. "Not what I think?" he repeated, his brows furrowing.

You met his gaze, your eyes holding a spark of mischief that he had missed so dearly. "It's not real," you explained, your words causing a mixture of relief and bewilderment to wash over him. "I wore it to ward off unsolicited suitors that seem to come out of the woodwork, especially during the Lantern Rite Festival."

His heart skipped a beat, his eyes never leaving yours. The weight of the realization settled over him like a gentle wave, soothing the ache that had taken residence in his chest. He had misunderstood, misjudged, and in doing so, he had subjected himself to needless torment. The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of hope. His lips quirked into a small, almost disbelieving smile, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

And then, as if the floodgates of communication had been opened, he heard your voice, soft and uncertain, asking him the question he had been waiting for. "How did you find me?"

He met your gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of emotions. He cleared his throat, his voice soft but resolute. "I never stopped looking for you," he said. "I used every Fatui connection I had to try to find any trace of you, but it was like you truly were the best magician – disappearing without a trace." He offered a small, self-deprecating smile, the tension of the moment momentarily eased by the hint of humor. And then, his fingers moved to the inside pocket of his coat, retrieving a crumpled napkin. He unfolded it carefully, revealing the illustration you had drawn so long ago – the silhouette of a woman holding a Lumidouce Bell. "I never stopped carrying this with me," he admitted. He looked into your eyes; his gaze unwavering. "I'm happy to hear that your business venture is doing well," he said, his words carrying a sincerity that was mirrored in his eyes. "And through it, I finally found you."

Tears welled in your eyes; the emotions too powerful to be contained. Your voice trembled as you whispered, "Why are you here, Lyney?"

He didn't hesitate, his gaze never leaving yours. "I think you already know the answer," he whispered back.

Your hands trembled as you held on to the flowers, your gaze dropping to your fingers that played with the flower petals. "I haven't stopped thinking about you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "But I'm scared... scared to be so dependent on you again, scared that I won't recover if my heart breaks once more because of you."

His heart ached at your words, the vulnerability in your voice piercing through his own defenses. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. The world seemed to quiet. "I understand," he said, his voice gentle but resolute. "And I'm not here to ask you for anything, to demand your trust. I'm here because I needed to apologize, because I needed you to know that my feelings for you never wavered, even when I was blind to your pain. I'm here to say that I'm willing to rebuild what we had, one step at a time, if you'll let me."

As if on cue, the world around Lyney seemed to respond to the emotions that hung in the air. Slowly, hundreds and thousands of floating lanterns began ascending into the sky, their warm glow illuminating Lyney and you in a cascade of light and warmth. Your gaze was drawn to the spectacle above, the lanterns carrying wishes and hopes. Lyney's thumb brushed against your cheek, a tender gesture that wiped away the tear that had escaped. Your eyes met his, the unspoken understanding between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

But your gaze shifted slightly, drawn to his thumb where a teardrop glistened. It was a poignant sight, one that caught your breath. The gloves he wore – they were the ones you had intended to gift him on your anniversary three years ago. The gloves that you had left behind in the box filled with memories of him. They looked worn, as he had been wearing them every day, to feel your presence beside him.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he closed his fist, the teardrop vanishing from his thumb. And when he opened his fist again, there was something new – a Lumidouce Bell. But this one was different, not just in its material – silver and gold – but in its significance. It was the one he had carefully designed, a representation of his intentions for your future together, a token that you could keep forever if he ever had the chance to see you again. His voice, soft yet steady, filled the space between you. "You're not just another Lumidouce Bell," he said, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. "You are my favorite Lumidouce Bell. My only Lumidouce Bell. And you always will be, if you allow it."

Your trembling hand reached out, your fingers gently grasping the metal flower that he had offered. The design was intricate, the melding of silver and gold creating a delicate balance. As the lanterns continued to ascend, carrying with them the wishes and dreams of those who released them, he felt a sense of renewal in his heart. A smile curved his lips, a genuine expression that radiated with emotion. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to feel a sliver of happiness, a shard of relief. The distance between you was no longer insurmountable, and the mistakes of the past were not the end of your story. The future remained uncertain, but he held onto the possibility that it could be rewritten – a tale of redemption, forgiveness, and a silent promise to never let you slip away, ever again.

As the lanterns continued to ascend into the sky, casting a cascade of light over the rocky peak of Chihu, the past and the present seemed to merge into a single moment. And as you looked into Lyney's eyes, he knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter – a chance to heal, to mend, and to create a future that was forged from the lessons of the past.

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(p.s - there is another Lyney oneshot I am working on which i mentioned in one of my posts. Please let me know if you want to be tagged on that one and no it isn't related to this one.)

AN: I know some of you wanted (y/n)to move on with another person. But I do believe some people are worth a second chance. I apologise if I disappointed anyone with this ending. Please feel free to reach out to me if you wish to have an alternative ending to this. It just felt right given how we saw Lyney's perspective in the last part and in this. He wasn't scummy, he was just too caught up in the moment.

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danheng and reader are interns at the same company and there’s one sided beef from reader’s end cuz they’re trying to compete with him but he’s clueless and just thinks she’s hardworking and cute 😭

— THE INTERNS

In which you view your internship as a competition and Dan Heng is simply attracted to your hard work and determination.

PAIRING. dan heng x f!reader

WORD COUNT. 1788

GENRE. modern au. rivals? to lovers?

NOTE. ty anon for this super fun request!! <3 clueless dan heng the loml… and reader is so chaotic ngl alsjdkdl i hope u enjoy !! ^-^

“Can somebody handle the emails from the Realm-Keeping Commission?” Mr. Yang asked as he rushed through the intern’s cubicle area. He had a cup of tea in one hand and a handful of folders in the other. “They’ve had a recent breach of contract issue so we should be getting an influx shortly.”

“I can handle it!” you immediately spoke up, sparing your cubicle-mate a brief glance. You had a smile on your face but your eyes were urging him not to butt in.

Dan Heng smiled back. “I’ll help her.”

“Great.” Mr. Yang nodded in appreciation. “We have such hard-working interns this year.“

Your eye twitched as you replied, “Right. Great.”

Once the intern director left, you turned to glare at Dan Heng. He was nonchalantly typing on his computer, no doubt responding to the Commission’s emails already. A job that you should’ve been doing alone. Alongside a million other things that naturally came with being an unpaid intern.

You wanted to prove yourself here. The Astral Express was well known in the industry and you wanted nothing more than a job offer after the internship. But how could you possibly secure that when Dan Heng constantly stole your shine? You had to keep pushing. Keep striving to do more and impress your bosses.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Dan Heng. “If you have too much on your plate, I can take care of the emails today.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you frowned in indignation. “You think I can’t handle it?”

He titled his head to the side. The innocent look on his face made you more upset. You couldn’t tell if he was making fun of you or if he truly believed you were someone pitiful who needed constant help.

“Of course you can handle it,” he reassured. “I don’t doubt that. I just don’t want you to take on too much of the workload. I’ve noticed you push yourself quite a lot.”

You shook your head. “I’m not pushing myself too much. I can do it.”

Dan Heng’s gaze softened. “You know yourself best. But I just hope you don’t overwork yourself too hard. We’re only unpaid interns, remember.”

You puffed your cheeks indignantly. Of course he could say something like that and still be a top performer. “Thanks for the consideration, but don’t worry about me. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I better get back to work.”

He only nodded in response.

As you started scanning through the emails on your computer, responding to the ones you have already finished, you felt Dan Heng still looking at you. You turned your face away from his desk so you wouldn’t be directly in his field of vision, unsure why he was staring but not really wanting to find out. Besides, you had more important things to get to. How could you possibly get more work done than Dan Heng if you were too busy worrying about why he kept looking at you?

Perhaps his innocence was a facade and he was playing mind games to slow you down.

With a huff of determination, you worked extra fast, not wanting to let his plan succeed. He’d have to do better than that to win.

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It was your lunch break the next day and for the first time since you started (except for those times Mr. Yang wanted to take the interns out for lunch), you were not eating at your desk to work through the lunch period.

Apparently, HR was visiting the office so you all had to follow all the policies, no matter how silly anyone found them.

Instead of your desk, you were eating at a shaded seating area outside of the office. If you weren’t going to work through your break, you might as well enjoy it and get a breath of fresh air while you were at it. With your high ambition and willingness to push yourself for this internship, you were aware it probably seemed like you were a workaholic of sorts. That wasn’t exactly true.

You saw the important of work-life balance and valued it, but you also figured an internship is where you were supposed to work extra hard. Then, once you secured the job, you would be free to relax.

You took a bite of your sandwich you packed as you stared off at the gently swaying trees in the distance.

“Hey.” You almost jumped at the sudden sound. “Can I join you?”

You slowly turned towards Dan Heng, blinking. First, he tormented you in the office as an intern who provided ample competition. Now, he wanted to torment you during your lunch too?

Despite your inner thoughts, you didn’t want to be rude. Deep down you knew he was also just an intern doing his best. You just had to do better.

“Sure,” you acknowledged. “Have a seat, nemesis.” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop yourself. “I mean… Dan Heng…”

His brows furrowed. “I find it hard to believe those two words could get confused so easily.”

You cleared your throat. “Not sure what you mean.” Before Dan Heng could respond, you changed the subject. “What did you bring for lunch?”

As he sat next to you, he showed you his opened tupperware. It contained the yummiest smelling food with very neat presentation. You figured it probably tasted even better than it smelled or looked.

“I packed a bento box for today.”

You looked down at your soggy sandwich. Was even lunch a competition to him? Did he have to be the best at everything? You vowed to look up the most intricate lunch recipe and show it off to him once you made it.

He looked at your sandwich wordlessly before taking a bite of tender meat.

Your face burned in shame.

Tomorrow, you told yourself. Tomorrow you’d show him.

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Today, your internship started around noon. It wasn’t a whole day of work and you knew fully well you didn’t need to pack lunch. Still, you stayed up all night perfecting this recipe and you had to show Dan Heng you were worthy competition as well. You even made enough servings to pack a meal for Dan Heng to try too.

Towards the middle of your shift, you walked over to his desk.

He paused his typing and looked up at you. “Can I help you?”

You held out a tupperware of your homemade food. “Look. I made this.”

Dan Heng’s eyes widened as he cautiously took the container from your hands. “For me?”

“Yeah. I saw your bento box yesterday and wanted to prove that I can also cook! Just like I can do all the work we’re assigned!”

Confusion was written all over his face but he still managed to smile. “First, thank you for making this for me.”

You looked at him, equally confused. Why did he sound so sincere? You simply wanted to prove a point. Not do something out of the kindness of your heart.

“Second,” he continued, “I do agree you can do all the work we’re given. Have I made you feel like I believe otherwise?”

“Not exactly… It’s just you keep offering to help me even when I say I’ll do it!” you explained passionately. “You keep trying to steal my work and do more than me!”

Dan Heng blinked, mouth opening then closing. He opened his mouth once more, trying again. “I wasn’t aware you viewed it as me stealing your work.” He rested his chin on his hand as he thought things through. “I didn’t want you overexerting yourself so I was only trying to help ease your workload… I’m sorry for undermining your hard work.”

“You’re not doing it on purpose?”

“No. I admire your determination and how you always step up to the task— I would never want to take away from that,” he said earnestly. His stare was unwavering as he looked into your eyes. “I more than admire it, actually. I find it quite attractive even.”

You gaped at him, unmoving. “Huh?”

“Attractive, endearing, cute… Do you need more synonyms?”

“Me?” You pointed at yourself.

Dan Heng nodded. “Well, I was referring to your work ethic. But yes. You as well.”

You bashfully stood up straighter. “You’re not too bad yourself, I suppose.”

That wasn’t a lie. You did find Dan Heng rather attractive. His hair was dark and messy, falling around his eyes in a way you could only describe as perfectly framing the vibrant blues. He had a pretty face and a serious demeanor that initially drew you to him— Until he started competing (as you saw it, at least) with you in your internship.

As you stared at each other in silence, Mr. Yang came in with a stack of papers. “Good afternoon, everyone. Can someone run an audit of the company’s stocks?”

You jumped up, startled. You didn’t except to be interrupted like that, but you quickly regained your composure, rushing over to him to grab the papers. A part of you was thankful for the distraction, but another part of you wanted to see where it would’ve lead. “I can do the audit!”

“Great, thank you!” he said in acknowledgment before rushing back out.

Once Mr. Yang left, Dan Heng turned to you and said, “Let me know if you need any help. I’m here if you need.”

You smiled. Now that you knew he wasn’t trying to best you, you were much more open to the idea of working together. “Sure, I’d love some help.” You paused and Dan Heng raised one brow. Though it came from the heart and the sentiment was there, you both knew it wasn’t completely true. You still did want to be the very best after all. “Well… You can help, but only a little though.”

Dan Heng laughed, accepting the small stack of papers you gave him, not even one fourth as tall as your pile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

You hummed in agreement. Before focusing on your work, you thought of one small thing to ask him. “Hey, Dan Heng?”

“Yes?”

“Maybe next week you can bring me some lunch, too? Or, maybe we could go out for dinner even…”

“I’d love to,” Dan Heng smiled and it was the widest grin you’ve seen on his face thus far, “if you give me more of your paperwork.”

You gasped, feeling thoroughly tricked. So he did want to beat you—?

“That way, we can finish sooner and I can take you to dinner tonight.”

Your train of thoughts stopped in their tracks as a light chuckle escaped your lips. “Fine,” you agreed, finding yourself strangely looking forward to having dinner with him. “But just this once, okay?”

“Of course.”

dan heng: *stares at reader*

reader: he’s playing mind games to make me nervous and slow me down

dan heng: she’s hardworking and passionate and so cute u.u

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