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"It is a storehouse of all their memories and all their teachings. Everything they have ever thought worth preserving ends up here: artefacts, all the books your heart could desire. Manuscripts, genealogies, even some music notations if you wish to serenade me," he had said to persuade you to get you to scale down the outer wall under the cover of dusk with him; a knowing look over his shoulder, "They keep everything."

He had been right, for it had worked. Bewitched for the rare opportunity to walk amongst centuries of careful retention of history, to read what few hands had ever been permitted to touch—a certain perversion in the eagerness caressing your perception, and he knew it; always had known exactly which temptation to place before you.

And now, predictably, half the monastery was looking for the cause of the crash whilst you were afforded little dignity.

One of your knees was drawn awkwardly against your chest, whilst Nagumo had somehow folded himself into the opposite corner with an ease that was maddening; the toe of his boot caught beneath the hem of your cloak beneath your legs. Every breath brought the front of his coat brushing faintly against yours as outside voices drifted from two corridors over.

A tilt of his head as he listened, "I think that's the same guard who—"

You sent him a sharp look through the clouded moonlight, warning and betrayal alike, and in response: the brief glint of teeth.

"—keeps clearing his throat. Oh, don't look so annoyed with me. It almost makes me want to—"

A hiss escaped you before you could stop it, sharp whispers, "Shut up, idiot. They'll hear us!"

"I can't make it out," he murmured, altogether too pleased, too jovial about the outcome of events, "but I know you are blushing right now."

"I am not."

"You are."

"It starts here," Two gloved fingers lifted, brushing lightly along the curve of your cheek until they settled beneath your eye; the touch so absurdly gentle and fleeting, the warm leather suddenly entirely too cool on an even warmer skin. "And then—"

The words had barely left his mouth before another voice echoed somewhere closer; much, much closer. Undeterred, there was a glint in his eyes and he drew breath to continue, when you reached for him without thinking to press your hand over his mouth, dissolving the words right at your flesh.

Footsteps receded, their speaking growing more distant, and he laughed, muffled. Feeling it against your palm as his shoulders shook once, the warm breath gathering against the centre of your hand before slipping away between your fingers in amused exhalations and your pulse stumbled for reasons you refused to name.

His knee had wedged in between yours, realising far too late that he was keeping you upright; the fabric of his leather gloves smooth on your skin, his other ended up against the wall just beside your waist. Warmth trapped between you and your traitorous body noticing it all when he leaned closer.

The cloud passed by, and within the illumination, there it was. The familiar mischief dancing in the dark depths of his gaze, yes, but beneath it—that, which you looked forward to seeing: something quieter and something searching, as though he, too, had only just realised how impossibly close the two of you had become.

And then, his eyes smiled at you with an unmistakable delight that you had to look away.

In that universe, they weren't afraid to love loudly.

They were hurt by those who they loved, being behind nothing but the ashes of their past selves.

Once hot and passionate with love, their flame was now burned to a crisp, no trace of affection left.

But you came with that spark, the one chance for their heart to reignite with love and affection.

They cursed themselves fools for not realising the warmth and brightness. you brought into their lives.

And by the time they realised it. You were already gone, your flame burning in the distance, where they could never feel your warmth again.

Xiao, Diluc, Sara, Rosaria,

In that universe, they would have done anything to protect you.

You don't understand what you meant to them. You never did. Your laugh, your smile, your eyes. Everything about you, they worshipped, even more than their own beliefs, their own values, their own Archons and Gods.

You weren't just a friend to them. You were a lover, a safe space, a protector, a healer, a fighter, and more to them.

You were everything.

How were they supposed to move on when everything was robbed, snatched away from them like a thief who stole? Robbers who plundered everything good from you, and left you an empty shell?

How could they forget everything that they went through with you? You were always with them, they couldn't bear the grief.

If the power of Hydro was to take any shape, then please, take the shape of you, so that they could pretend.

Or perhaps, take them. Take them with you. They can't feel anything if you weren't there.

Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Yae Miko, Kokomi.

In that universe, they were free to love you.

No judgement from society, parents, peers. None of that. In that world, everyone would be supportive of your ties with them. Everyone would have loved the both of you together.

There's no restrictions from loving you. No responsibilities, no barriers, no obstacles to your love.

You two couldn't be separated. Never.

So why? Why is someone else beside them in the bed where you should be? Why is someone else taking up all the space that was rightfully yours?

Why weren't you beside them?

Where were you?

When did you go?

Who drove you away?

What happened?

Those questions would haunt them for the rest of their nights.

Jean, Lisa, Venti, Kaeya

In that universe, your beliefs would have aligned.

Don't get them wrong. They do love you dearly. So much, oh so much.

But one of the few things you can't change of them is their own personality. It's what makes them who they are.

There are simply some things they cannot give up, even with you on the line.

And they have let you go for it.

Somewhere along the line, when they see you happy with someone, someone who's not them. They regret.

They spend nights trying to remember the taste of your lips. The warmth of your embrace. The peasant feeling in their chest when you whisper 'I love you'.

Such is the price to pay for keeping their own beliefs.

Even though they wish you were the right one.

This is the price of going against the flow.

Ei, Keqing, Itto, Heizou,

In that universe, their dreams and desire for knowledge you accepted.

when they were young, they had simple hopes and desires

You laughed and thought of it foolish.

They despaired as you mocked their ambitions and dreams.

Now, you regret.

Regret putting down the innocent dreams and hopes of the ones you loved.

Now, it is your turn to dream. Dream, an endless dream where you could redo everything, correct your mistakes, set your path to the right path that still had them in your lives.

You will not be rewarded. They have made their dreams into reality.

Yours remains a dream, never fulfilled.

Tighnari, Amber, Xiangling, Nilou

In that universe, that answer was always you.

No second guessing, no other obligations, no need to choose between two. You were the only option, the only one that mattered.

Do I stay with you in temporary bliss, or should I choose to never be near you, lest I hurt you?

Do I kill you, or do I let you live?

Do I wish you all the best, or do I wish it never works out?

Do I approach you, or do I not?

Their minds consumed with the thought of making the right choice, they never thought of what made them happy.

You.

Life was too short to second guess too long.

Ganyu, Sucrose, Shenhe,

In that universe, they had no responsibilities.

No chains to tie them down. No contracts to hold them down. Nothing weighing down on them.

The both of you could love each other, without worrying about responsibilities, And even if there were any, so what? They won't clash, they won't affect your relationship with each other.

The both of you won't be on opposite sides, duty-bound to the faction that you were in.

The both of you didn't had to sneak about to keep the love alive, to keep the affections hidden.

One party didn't had to choose their duty over you, because you were their greatest duty.

In that universe, there was no responsibilities, other than loving each other.

Zhongli, Childe, Ningguang, Neuvillette,

In that sweet universe, the both of you existed at the same time. The stars aligned. The both of you drawn to each other like 2 magnets, perfectly fitted each other like a lock and a key, and always sticked together like bacons and eggs.

In another universe.

thought of it randomly. I did my best to fit the characters into each category.

The fool had laughed when he nearly collapsed.

And now he sat there, his armour—mismatched, you had once expected; harmonious, you had ultimately discovered—stripped piece by piece and laid out across the drying rack. It was strange, you had always thought, how armour fashioned from so many different hands could somehow fit him so naturally. Less assembled, and more like it was inherited.

With one elbow propped against the wood of your table, he watched you work with idle interest whilst the heat of the hearth warmed your back. The room smelt faintly of alcohol and dried lavender, barely keeping out the tang of blood. Boiled bandages stacked beside you as your needle pierced his torn flesh with all the patience you could muster.

The blade had missed his bone—a mercy onto itself, entering just beneath his ribs, carving a narrow path through flesh before slipping free again. But the wound was dirty; whoever had wielded it knew to make the wound troublesome, and did not care whether fever and inflammation would overtake the mercenary sitting in front of you, or the lasting effects of its blood loss would.

He, on the other hand, seemed remarkably unconcerned.

"You would be well advised to hold still or else you will find my needle piercing you in places you would rather not find something sharp in," you muttered, hand flattening against his abdomen to keep him still.

His skin was warm, hot even, and with a look to your drawn in eyebrows and the worry reflected in your eyes, he just smiled, "I am."

"You have moved three times already."

Another move; his shoulders to shrug and you cast a disapproving look. "What can I say? I do enjoy keeping my physicians on their toes."

"I am not a physician."

"Then, all the more reason to learn, hm?"

You pulled the thread through with perhaps a touch more force than was strictly necessary, and a half-hearted hiss escaped him, sharp and pointed, and not for one second as believable as he tried to make it out.

"Oh, you are not a child. You have had worse, Sir Mercenary."

"Cute that you should still call me that. My days as a knight I have long since given up. Nothing more than theatrics to my name. I would grace you with a flourishing bow if a certain apothecary did not insist on keeping their greedy fingers on me. Alas—"

You tied another stitch off. "Who hurt you?"

There was a singular moment of silence as the fire shifted behind you with a soft crackle and the rain outside begged to be let in, and your fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary. The wound lay just beneath your hands, but the heat of him seemed to spread far beyond it, close enough now that each measured breath lifted his chest beneath your knuckles.

"Aw, shame; and here I thought if I talked, it would keep you from asking questions."

"I am asking questions."

He did not answer immediately, just simply watched you. There was always something peculiarly disarming about the way he looked at people; not a stare and not a glance. It almost felt invasive and so your eyes remained fixated on to the muscles that ought to be straining and weren't.

"Different ones." Another moment of silence, and you wondered whether he considered to misdirect you as he had done in the past, "Like how I got into this mess."

You paused long enough to glance at him, to watch the way his eyes seemed to absorb the light from the hearth as though there resided a seemingly endless abyss within them. He did not have any decency to hesitate at your pointed look, and a corner of his mouth lifted. "Terrible luck."

"And so was getting stabbed?"

His face lit with an immediate enthusiasm as though you had finally asked the question he had been waiting for and his eyes caught the firelight once more. "Oh no, that part was entirely recreational."

"… Recreational."

"You see," he continued, entirely pleased with himself, "Making quick of other people has become a bit of a drag. Thought it would be more interesting to give your heart reason to quicken for me."

You had long since stopped trying to understand whether the continuous smile on his face was because he genuinely found the world amusing or because it was simply easier than being honest, but you were not like him—not in the business of lying, not in the business of hiding yourself.

"It already did. I would rather you not make a habit of it or else my heart will refuse to rest at all."

You had watched him appear in your doorway pale beneath the light, and your heart had thundered within your chest, an unbidden fear squeezing it tight for one dreadful moment you had wondered whether he had arrived too late. You did not know what you would have done, what towns you would have set ablaze—

He grew quieter, less triumphant, and for a moment he seemed uncertain what ought to come next. His lips parted, and then closed again.

"… Well," he said at last, a faint laugh escaping him as though to smooth over whatever had momentarily caught within his throat. "I suppose that means I succeeded."

"It is inconvenient, Sir Mercenary," your hand remaining on his abdomen had no intention to move, despite the dressing of the wound waiting on you. "I have invested too much thread in you, and it is expensive. I would dislike wasting it, so—"

His fingers came to run over your knuckles, pressing each of your own tips of fingers closer to his flesh, keeping your touch right there as though to drink greedily from a fountain that offered very little, "I didn't know your affection was measured in coin. I will be prepared for next time, love."

"You misunderstand; you owe me three bottles of alcohol, two salves, six rolls of linen and one night's sleep—"

"Of course, of course."

You tried to pull away your hand, and he caught it just as easily, roughened palm from the grip on his swords, "You do not believe me."

"I do." Another one of those impossible smiles, the lie as sweet on his tongue as the heat trapped underneath your skin and the endearment burying itself in the hollow between your ribs.

For Xiao, Diluc, Sara and Rosaria.

It's obvious that you've moved on.

It's in the way your eyes shine that wonderful sparkle around someone else, the ease of your steps, the gentle grasp on another's arms.

It's the way in which all the little conversations you used to have are now exclusive with someone else.

But even then, their memory of you has not faded. You are still a warm fire in their hearts, keeping them alive even if you are not there to nourish that flame anymore.

Sometimes, they find themselves thinking of you. They think of all the good times they had with you.

Every call of your name. Every touch that burns their skin. Every smile of yours, so brilliant and vibrant in their memories.

Even if it fades... They do not regret knowing you. They do not regret loving you.

For with this, they know that they could be possible, in another universe.

For Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Yae Miko and Kokomi.

Obviously, they couldn't cross over to the world of the dead with you.

As they sit right in front of your grave, wiping it with a wet cloth, they're stuck on their thoughts on you. When you were alive.

Every little moment, from simple talks about dinner, to the back and forth bickering, to the more intimate times when you both bared body and soul to each other...

They do miss it. But the flow of time is always constant and will not stop for anyone.

"Let's go home." Their new lover, one who they would spend the rest of their lives with, without you, offers their hand.

They take their hand, getting up and moving forward.

Thank you for being part of my story. I know you want me to move on and seek someone else, even if it pains you. Because I would have done the same, even if it means ignoring my selfish heart for you to be mine only.

And if you were to be alive, they would stay with you, in another universe.

For Jean, Lisa, Kaeya and Venti.

The gods didn't favor you both, for in the end, you were both separated.

It's not as if the both of you didn't try, really. But in a world where fates are often intertwined with each other, the freedom to transcend such bindings are often hard to obtain, and in some cases, impossible to overcome.

Please do not be upset that it was doomed from the start.

For it was still real to the both of you. All your feelings, all your treasured bonds, all your touches, cuddles, kisses and sweet nothings.

It was all real.

Please be assured that the both of you would be able to break free from all these shackles, and have a chance for your own happily ever after, in another universe.

For Ei, Keqing, Itto and Heizou.

They never did get to see you again after that.

It was as if you were a dream, a mirage, magically disappearing into thin air.

Like the lightning striking and disappearing after its brief magnificience awes them.

Your radiance divine, they could not forget for the rest of their days, even as they marched towards their own ideals for the sake of what they believed is right.

They can no longer look back. You were the last straw, the final puzzle piece into solidfying their resolve.

They no longer have the honor of having you grace their life with your presence, because it would only bring heartache to you both, given your differences.

The differences that they oh so cherish deeply.

At night, they wonder: Would the two of you have found some way to put aside your differences and worked hard to love each other for them, in another universe?

For Tighnari, Amber, Xiangling, Nilou.

They've now left you behind, and you're watching their backs as they stride ahead in confidence.

It was stupid, in hindsight, to look down on people. You all of all people know that.

Because they were the ones who never looked down on you when you were at your lowest.

When did it go wrong, really? When did it go wrong for you to become so arrogant and take them for granted.

Now they're gone, like leaves dropping from their trees in autumn.

You fool.

Now, would you like to pay for your price in regret, regret over what would have been in another universe had you cherished them while they were around?

For Ganyu, Sucrose, Shenhe.

Too much indecisiveness led to an entire lifetime's worth of regret.

Before they knew it, you disappeared into the snow, like a little tiny snowflake in a sea of multiple snowflakes.

Where were you? They could not find you, because some things... you can only come across once in a lifetime.

It comes unexpectedly, serendipitously, without warning.

It comes and it goes, and you have to be ready to seize the opportunity. Especially when it comes to love.

The next time they saw you, you were so wonderfully dressed up in wedding attire.

But you are facing someone else at the altar.

Not them.

And so they put on a fake smile, clapping and cheering you on without even objecting to your wedding when the priest asks for any objections.

They should have taken that chance. Now, all is left is daydreams of being together, only achievable in another universe.

For Zhongli, Childe, Ningguang, Neuvillette

Duty, duty, duty.

Duty to the people. Duty to the family. Duty to the friends. Duty to the higher ups and juniors. Duty to their desires and dreams. Duty to their lover.

It's a shame that they seemed to have neglected the last one.

Poor them. Always so busy, always scrambling back and forth behind the shadows while keeping up a cool facade.

The next time they come home, all that is left of you is a few memories, some belongings, and a letter.

I'm done. Let's separate. There aren't any feelings anymore between us. You don't even make time for me anymore.

No takebacks, no chances, no nothings. Only sweet delusions of a you and them in another universe.

So many universes out there, so many possiblities. Even if we are not fated to be in this universe, I pray with all my heart that in another universe, we could be handling taxes and doing laundry together, even if it is in a simple laundromat. I pray that fate does not deal us a bad hand, and we could live in peace and happiness together and never be apart. Never be separated by external forces, and have our hair turn white together.

Starting off with our beloved Yuheng Keqing, in all this time in Genshin, she strikes me as a tsundere at the core of it all.

She's responsible, and is often busy working, so she would be very surprised with a reader that would suddenly cuddle them a lot.

She may also find it... time-consuming at first, since she is held in place by you when she wants to do work, but I believe that over time she will adapt your love for cuddles into her timetable?

Paperwork? Fine, she will sit on your lap and do her work, but don't do anything funny. And don't get caught, or else Ningguang will tease her about it

On a more personal context, I believe that she will greatly enjoy such cuddles. She is still a young lady who would desire affection from her lover, and she is secretly clingy in private.

Which is much welcomed by you, since you also love cuddles.

She's a terrible mess at home and wants to drop that stoic look of hers

And I do hope that she'll be all over you at home, holding you all around throughout the house, not wanting to be apart from you.

She does not mind being the big spoon or the small spoon, though she has a preference for being the big spoon unless she wants to feel small and comforted

And, everytime I think of her nudging you to just cuddle her, I would burst out in laughter. It's very her style to be like. "Come on. Hug me. I want cuddles." In a deadpan and serious manner in my opinion

Do give her lots of cuddles and kisses and affection, she's worked very hard as Yuheng.

Next up would be Keqing's coworker, General Secretary Ganyu.

Ganyu, Ganyu, Ganyu. I will bet all my mora that she is the one who loves cuddles among the 3 of them outwardly.

Initially... she may not be as welcoming as you think.

Ganyu is very conscious about her weight, and may find herself too... unflattering for anyone to hug, much less cuddle

Though I must heavily disagree with the above

Ganyu would be more open to cuddling in the public, since she... is not that self-conscious

She doesn't have a lot of time with you, since you are a mortal. Why be shy about cuddling in public if one day, you won't even be around to cuddle her anymore?

Do join her for her naps in the afternoon, I do believe that with you cuddling her in her sleep, she will be more refreshed and ready to tackle her work.

But of course, make sure that she does not stay up too late, lest you end up in bed cold and alone.

Oh, and! Do not touch her horns without permission. She will be upset if you touch her horns without her permission or unless... you two have grown closer over time.

Sometimes she'll find you to cuddle first, sometimes you'll have to be the one who initiates.

Our Ganyu is not as shy as you think. That's all I will say *wink*

And lastly... *cough* the girl who has caught my eye, after the endless number of girls genshin keeps spamming, Lynette.

I would believe in her younger years, when she was more innocent, she would be very cuddly. Very innocent, very trusting of those around her.

I think I can imagine her with a happy smile as she hugs you close as a child.

But, as we all know, her childhood isn't all sparkles and rainbows.

Becoming orphans, nearly being abducted, having to grow up in the House of the Hearth... which isn't exactly having pure intentions but better than what she previously faced with her brother...

I personally suspect that for the reason why she is rather stoic unless it is regarding those she cares about eg Lyney and Freminet.

And as a result is rather... not used to being touched by most people.

But you... You have a lot of work to do to make her feel comfortable.

I think the first time she would hug you is when she sees that you're sad over something. Maybe you would be friends, or lovers by then.

And over time... she would definitely accept your cuddles.

She is not one to initiate, but she definitely enjoys them.

And who knows? If you're perceptive enough, you can see the soft blush on her face when you two cuddle. Though, the relaxation of her body against you is good enough.

It's good for her to know she's in good hands with someone safe.

So, in a rare spurt of curiosity, she went up to you to ask who you were, and your family.

Unfortunately, due to the lack of information regarding Lynette's side of the family since all of that died with the death of her parents, there was no way to prove any blood bond between you and the twins.

Still, she felt quite attached to you, since you had the same feline features as her, which leads to her inviting you during her chill times - tea times!

It's during one of those tea breaks with her that she comes up with the idea of touching ears

'y/n, I have been wanting to touch your ears for quite a while now.'

She softly admits one afternoon in hotel bouffles d'ete, after much consideration

Archons, it's hard to voice out her opinions when it requires so much processing power

"But.... isn't it considered to be only done by those close to you?" You ask confusedly, wondering why she's suddenly asking you this question.

She sighs.

"I... don't have anyone really close to me, except Lyney and Freminet. Perhaps it's just by kinship, but I would like... to touch your ears and vice versa." She adds on with a more quiet tone, clearly not so used to being vulnerable yet.

After a while, Lynette leans closer to you, letting you have a try first.

Slowly, you inch closer, first touching her ear with a finger.

Furry and soft, her ear twitches a little, not used to contact from a new hand.

"Go on." She recovers quickly, motioning you to continue.

As you continue to gently pat her ears, she starts to mewl and make cute kitty noises.

Her hands slowly reach out to your own cat ears, and before long, the both of you are stuck in a endless patting and purring cycle.

So this is what it's like to pet another's cat ears. She muses to herself as she continues petting your ears with great tenderness and care.

After a while, you let go, letting Lynette have a breather while she continues to pet your ears, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Till you felt some mayo on your nose as well.

"Lynette..." You groan out softly, not expecting that as you open your eyes to a still neutral Lynette, except that she had a softer gaze.

"Ta-da..."

Yeah, that's Lynette. Your friend at the very least.

'Say, wouldn't this show on September 30 be your 100th show with Lyney?" You casually ask over tea, as Lynette sips her tea. Today's tea is Earl Grey tea, one of the classics. "Exiting Standby Mode. Yes, it would be. Lyney has been thinking of celebrating afterwards." She replies softly.

"How do you feel about it?"

"Much happy, actually. We've come a long way since our first show." Lynette replies simply, before eating a macaron.

You go silent at her words. Having met at a back alley while feeding some alley cats, the both of you have fostered a budding friendship over feeding cats, and over time, drinking tea as well.

"Perhaps I should take you up on your offer to reserve a ticket to a show after all." You state softly to Lynette.

"Really?"

You nod.

"Alright then, I'll pass you a ticket the next tea session."

What you don't add is the fact that you'll be bringing a small gift for her to celebrate her 100th show with Lyney.

Much thought had been put in place for the gift.

To buy it? To make it? The thoughts plague you. She can't have anything strong smelling because she's sensitive to scent, so no perfumes, no flowers...

Wait a minute...

And that's how you're in the workshop for a private studio session, trying to ambitiously make a rainbow flower.

The first time you went for a workshop, you made a decent simple flower.

And you were going along with that until...

"My brother gave the Traveller a Rainbow Rose during a private magic show for them." Lynette once offhandedly mentioned to you.

"He was probably imitating Mr Cesar, but even I can't deny that was rather smooth of my brother."

And that's how you're trying to make a glass rainbow flower for her.

Sitting down, you take in a deep breathe, trying to calm down.

After lots of money, time spent on this, and only a week left to that 100th show, This was literally the last chance.

With that, you begin shaping the petals, petal by petal. Even though you had decent practice, you still unfortunately burned your finger a little, causing you to take a short break when you were making the green petal.

After a while, all 7 petals are done, and set to cool.

Next up, the stems and leaves, in the color of silver, just to somewhat match her outfit during shows.

Slowly, slowly, you combine everything.

It wasn't the most ideal compared to what you had seen others do, but it'll have to do.

At least it wasn't like the 2nd try where everything went wrong.

"Welcome to Lyney and Lynette's magic show!" Lyney warmly welcomes the audience, you among them.

Most people would keep their eyes on Lyney, for he is the star of the show. However, your eyes were always on Lynette, watching her throughout the show.

The first time you went to watch the show, while most of your friends focused on Lyney, your eyes always focused on Lynette, causing you to miss out the main show every single time.

Call it infatuation, but you were smitten at the start. Daydreams of hugging her, kissing her, cherishing her filled your mind.

You never thought you'll see her outside the show, that day you were feeding cats.

But ever since, you've been blessing the cats, least to say.

In a blur, the magic show was over. Your mind focused on Lynette all the time, the way she'll simply pop out of nowhere, her stoic demeanour, sharp and calculated movements aimed at being a shadow in the presence of the overwhelming light that was her brother.

The show ends, and you head backstage to find Lynette.

"Ah, and you are?" Lyney appears with a polite smile, but what it does not betray is his deep suspicions that you have insincere motives.

"Y/N. I'm looking for your sister. Do you know where she is?" You ask gently, knowing from Lynette's mentions of her brother that he's very protective of her.

"Ah, Y/N." The twins ring out at the same time.

So that's the friend Lynette has been mentioning lately, Lyney muses to himself.

"How was the show?" Lynette asks, internally glad that you, someone close to her, made it for such an occasion.

"It was great! And I, well, have something for you." You awkwardly take out the glass flower, embarrassed at giving her this in front of her brother.

"I'm sorry if it's not very beautiful compared to real flowers, but you told me before that you were sensitive to the scent of flowers, so I thought I would get you another type of flower. I hope you like it." You state weakly, feeling more and more embarrassed.

"Any.. anyway, congratulations for your 100th show, and um, all the best for future ones!" And with that, you left backstage, leaving the twins with each other.

"So... Y/N..." Lyney cheekily asks, with an underlying hint of suspicion and concern.

"They're fine." Lynette replies, stroking each glass petal of the flower. "They had a small burn on their finger." She states softly, face turning red at the realisation that it wasn't bought, but made by you.

"Sounds like you like them, sister." Lynette eggs her on for an answer.

"How about you worry on how to gain back more of the Traveler's trust first? Wouldn't want to lose their affections, would you?" Lynette rebutts back softly, still recalling your blushing face.

She knows of your eyes on her throughout the show, ever since the first one you attended. While she was initally... scared because of past experiences, her personal interactions with you, and all the things her feline friends have been telling her about you when you're feeding them...

A small smile creeps onto her face. Lyney watches, not used to seeing his calm sister a little lovestruck.

Perhaps she would ask Lyney for some advice to be more bold in expressing her affections for Y/N.

Or maybe not, I'm still not sure about how I feel for Y/N. All I know is that Y/N is special to me, friend or more.

"Still, be careful, Lynette." Lyney warns her softly, in reference to their Fatui ties.

She sighs.

"I know, don't worry. We will be alright."

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