#— ebg.

[trappolia]

FINGERS TWISTED BEHIND MY BACK (DON'T LET IT BE YOU I LACK) ── aventurine x gn!reader, 862

aventurine hates fighting with you.

he does not even remember it—not clearly, at least. through the memories mudded by the buzz of soulglad and whatever alcoholic beverages he'd guzzled down the night before, the exact expression of your face when he stumbled back into your hotel room is a blur (a pretty blur, he is quite sure, though no doubt a disappointed one) and the sentences you'd spat out at him were jumbled into words that grate in his eardrums when he tries to recall what exactly was said. aventurine tries to echo it to himself, but even the incoherence sounds bitter on his tongue, and all that comes out an indistinct, asthmatic gasp that he's quite sure is some sort of equivalent of his heart aching. or breaking. somewhere in between, perhaps.

he rolls over in your bed, damp from the shower and tears. aventurine is thankful veritas hasn't stormed in to nag at him; he would not be able to stomach being seen like this by anyone else but you: his sweet safe haven, his little eden. you've gone now, stormed off somewhere to cool off. aventurine leaves you be (even if he spent the first two hours alone relentlessly spamming your phone with messages, pleas to come back and return) but he is still alone.

the thought occurred to him somewhere between hour three and hour five, that you'd never come back. aventurine doesn't let it linger. his stomach roils, mouth tasting of bitter alcohol and sweet dreams where you are still there and he'd never upset you.

the hours he spends there without you are hellish, a parody of a bleak, grief-stricken painting of some woman whose husband has gone out to fight in an intergalactic war—draped over the bed, numb and miserable to everything but the thought of you he has to conjure every now and then to keep himself sane. the air is cold and never seems to adjust, even though the reverie's rooms are specifically designed to tailor to the guest's tastes. they clearly did not consider the factor that is a hopeless, lovesick man suffering from withdrawal.

the door creaks open.

aventurine darts up in his your bed, instantly whipping myself up into such a nervous, edgy frenzy that he almost forgets how to breathe. his lungs shudder, the cogs in his brain turning the wrong way, and nothing is working fast enough, right enough as he stumbles to his feet, nearly tripping over the carpet as he finds you toeing off your shoes at the door, so pretty it hurts.

"welcome home," aventurine manages to choke out, still tripped-out and dizzy, heart pounding loud in his fingertips and ears. he watches you glance up at him, your eyes meeting his own for the first time in hours that feel like centuries, and the burden on his lungs alleviates—just a little bit.

"…aventurine," you sigh in this throaty, broken voice that cuts right at his chest. he winces as if he's been struck, eyes flitting to the dizzying pattern of the carpet in effort to hide the glossiness of his irises.

he hears your feet padding across the room to him, the footfalls soft and slow and not at all violent, though he cannot help but fear. there can always be a finality to the softest, gentlest of mercies. not that aventurine has ever experienced it before, but he knows it is possible with you: you who holds his heart in your hands, and you may very well tear it apart if you so wished.

aventurine will let you, if that is what you want.

but instead he swallows, too loudly; finds his fingers instinctively twisting behind his back. "are you going?"

"i just arrived," you whisper, endlessly gentle, endlessly soft—forgiving.

"i know," his voice breaks, and you reach out to touch him—palm against cheek, thumb brushing over the slope of his cheekbone. something cold and damp trails over the flesh of his face, fair marble streaked with a single rivulet of a tear. he does not tell you why he wants to cry. you know anyway.

aventurine thinks pretending would be easier with you, but here in this room, at the end of the day when everyone else has escaped into their own dreamscape, he is tired of saccharine sweet lies, the twisting webs that he pulls around without even understanding the final result it will conjure. it is easier, he thinks, to let you keep his heart and do with it as you wish—and aventurine can only hope that you will be merciful.

are you going? the second set of three words, that single question that he truly wants to ask is caught in his throat, because you may hold aventurine's heart in your palms, but if you will not use your own bloody fingers to pry it open, he must do it for you—and he can't. not for this, at least.

but you know anyway. of course you do.

will you stay?

"i'm right here," you murmur, sweet and godly against his lips, swallowing the sob that he almost lets out. "i'm staying right here."

© trappolia 2024

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[ryuryuryuyurboat]

8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

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

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

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

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

“what?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“???”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chris Coy Mona Lisa Overdrive III

2016 Oil on canvas 198.12 x 264.16 cm 78 x 104 inches

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[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟.

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

✦ warnings: not proofread.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “i’m insatiable.”

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[catcze]

N.sfw

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You cannot convince me Wriothesley could keep his mouth shut while getting head. Every time is just like the first, he's going to moan with a softness that's absent from his normal speaking voice, his hand buried in your hair as he shakily urges you onward... And if you just... Stopped? The Duke might be gruff when it comes to business, but with his lover, he's not going to use force. He's going to bite his lip, squeeze his eyes shut and swallow his pride before letting out the most desperate little "Please.."

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Oh?? My god ?? Dude this has lived rent-free in my brain this whole day I hope you know.

Goodness, yk, I can see Wrio as the kind of person who prefers to give rather than receive, you know? Who gains pleasure from knowing that you're feeling good. It's not often that you get to go down on him, but oh each time is worth remembering.

Fuck, and can you imagine the small, aborted thrusts? Ones that he can't help, so desperate from the feeling of your mouth just there. How, against his better efforts, his body is so desperate for you to take him deeper into your throat that he twitches and jerks even as he tries to keep still because he doesn't want to be rough with you.

Wriothesley who pants, voice raspy as he says your name so sweetly, the word practically a plea. His whole body is tense, like a coiled spring taut with restraint. A flush is high on his cheeks and sweat drips from his brow just from you cockwarming him with your mouth.

"Sweetheart, you're killing me here," he says, voice shaky as he chuckles. He had thought it harmless to let you have your fun when you asked earlier, but oh, he hadn't expected this.

The hand still in your hair goes to cup your jaw, feeling the way your mouth stretches open around his length, and gently guides you to look up up up at him so he can meet your eyes. And the sight of you on your knees, between his thighs and looking up at him with his hard length in your mouth— the slightest of quirks to your lip like you know how desperate you've made him— nearly makes him cum right then and there.

Wriothesley barely manages to hold his shit together, but his cock twitches in your mouth, betraying how badly he needs you.

"Baby." His voice is so so so breathless, so raspy. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip, and the slightest of moans escapes him when your tongue flicks against the underside of his cock. "Don't tease— Sweetheart don't tease me, please. I'm already so hard for you, it hurts."

And it's true— Wriothesley looks nearly delirious from how badly he wants to be deeper in your throat— looks like he'd beg a thousand more times, would whine your name and tell you how good you look as much as you want, if only to get another inch in your mouth. So you have mercy on him, and after a deep breath, you sink down the rest of his length, until he's so deep in your throat that you gag— and with a choked yell of your name, Wriothesley's cock jerks as he cums, flooding your mouth and throat with the taste of his spend.

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[zhongrin]

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

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

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

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

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

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[sandboxscenes]

You Can Do Magic!

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

Genre: Fluff

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

Word Count: 1146 words

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

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

He didn't.

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

Lyney was determined to find out what that was.

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

"Um…"

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

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

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

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

"Of course, love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lyney nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" You look down shyly.

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

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

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

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

But you were different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your breath."

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

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

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

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[alhaithmine]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bonnieisaway]

can somebody PLEASE draw this but it's seven and thirteen i'm begging

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[agentoutofdiaz]

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[ryuryuryuyurboat]

les lois d'amour: deuxième acte.

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

genre: fluff, slight angst at the end

characters: neuvillette x mermaid! reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“bonjour, monsieur neuvillette!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hm?” you tilted your head.

“are you and monsieur neuvillette together?”

“EHH?”

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

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

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

“haha, evidently.”

somewhere in the distance, a bell chimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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[staretes]

partner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#genshinblr january ebg 2024 #navia x reader #genshin x reader #navia x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #navia x you

[solarisfortuneia]

mornings with him <3333 don't you agree, @floraldresvi?

(this one was such a breeze compared to the last one. thank you to this piece for not making me struggle jshjshj, and for turning out to be a very sweet scene.)

@xianyoon

baizhu starts his day early. not always at the crack of dawn, no, but a doctor must rise early, right? so you let him out of bed without fuss, without clinging, without complaining. after all, he has responsibilities to deal with, patients to see, medicines to mix. all in a busy day’s work.

how you wish he could stay longer each time, though. sleeping in your bed isn’t the same without the sight of viridescent hair sprawled across pillowcases of silk, and the feel of a hand linked with your own, twin rings glimmering in the light of dawn on both of your fingers.

but every so often, his sense of work gives way to an hour or two of indulgence. very important doctor though he may be, he is still a man at the end of it all. how can he resist a little while longer spent in the warmth of his beloved’s embrace?

“you’re still here?” you ask, blearily rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “what about bubu pharmacy?”

he smiles at you, honeyed eyes in clear view due to the absence of his spectacles. “herbalist gui can manage without me for a little while.”

he sees you squint at the sunlight streaming through the gaps of the curtains on the window. he exhales amusedly and shifts in place, turning on his side to shade your face. “better?”

“mhm. thank you.” you turn to face him too, wrapping your arms firmly around his waist, the top of your head touching his chin.

“it is not yet time for our day to begin. rest a little longer,” he whispers, his hand softly caressing your cheekbone.

your eyelids fall and you nod, agreeing. it is not yet time. 

he is still yours to hold for a little longer. 

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