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Not a Star

(Lyney x Reader)

1k word count

You like him but does he

Written by a poor writer, with poor vocab and poor grammar🥀 (basically my first time writing, sorry in advance for any ooc)

Written while listening to this song 🔽 (totally irrelevant)

How beautiful the stars are, at this hour of the night. They glow together, embellishing the dull night sky. But in contrast to the billions of stars accompanying each other in the sky right now, you sat by yourself, on a greeny hill somewhere outside of the Fountain of Lucine.

Before you came to Fontaine, you used to watch the stars too in Sumeru. It reminded you of your faraway home, but now it reminds you of a particular someone. A charming blondhair magician in Fontaine.

Lyney.

How the two of you met is nothing but destined. After all, Lyney is the greatest magician in Fontaine, so it's only a matter of time before you heard about him. You'd attend his magic shows whenever there is one, and somehow you are always starstruck by his magic tricks. It was until the third time you attended his shows in row, that you got picked as a lucky candidate for one of his performances.

It was a disappearing box magic. But instead of asking you to enter the box and make you "disappear", Lyney entered the box with you, much to your surprise. It was the first time the both of you talked, and also the first time you got to see him that up close.

So while Lyney's sister, Lynette, who's also his assistant continues the magic outside the box, Lyney talks to you inside the box.

"Greetings, I'm Lyney, the greatest magician in all Teyvat! I'm sure you've already heard of my name, but may I know your name, gorgeous?" Till this day you still remember the violet eyes of his, filled with confidence and charm.

"If you're feeling nervous, may I?" He offered his hand for you to hold. But for some reasons, the presence of the magician and the warmth radiating from his hand only made your heart beat faster.

You can't recall what happened after that. All you remember is Lyney brought you out of the box while still holding your hand, and a round of applause and cheers were heard from the audiences. After that magic show, Lyney gave you a VIP card that allows you to sit at the front row during his performances, and since then you've always attended his shows, except today.

To be exact, you did attend his show today, but you left in the middle of the performance after seeing a volunteered candidate clinging onto Lyney's arm. It happened all too suddenly that even the magician himself did not expect it. Even though he reacted swiftly after that by stopping them with the reason that it'd affect his magic trick, you couldn't stand to continue watching and left the show. The thought of another person being intimate with Lyney distresses you and you know deep down the reason why.

"Look who I just found, gorgeous. What are you doing here by yourself?" Lyney's voice came from behind. He slowly walks up to you, before sitting down next to you.

"The stars in the sky, they're pretty." You didn't answer his question, and instead focused on the stars still. Lyney noticed it but did not ask.

"They are indeed pretty. But interestingly enough, I know something that's even prettier." You look at him, puzzled. And the next thing you know, Lyney snaps his finger and a rainbow rose appears on your head.

"Your eyes. They're so pretty I always get mesmerized by them- Oh no, I think it's happening again right now!" Lyney puts his hand on his chest as a response, showing the effect of your "mesmerization".

If it were any other day, you would've laughed at his act. The magician always has his ways of cheering you up, but not today. Today, he's the reason why you're down. Seeing you mood remains unchanged, Lyney's expression goes from cheerful to worry.

"The magic show today... you left before it ended. May I know why?" Lyney looks at you, his eyes filled with concern after failing to cheer you up. He's unsure of what has caused your sudden departure, but he knows it has something to do with the magic show.

Should you tell him? You're not sure. Perhaps in his eyes, you're none other than another audience, or what they call "fans". Nothing more, and nothing less. After all, you're just an ordinary person who lives an ordinary life. To think for a second that the great magician in front of you may have liked you... is something you dare not to do.

"The magic show today, it made me realize something. " You finally said.

"You're the great magician Lyney, and I'm just one of your thousands of audiences; Like a sky filled with billions of stars, and I'm just one of them..."

"You're not a star." The magician's words caught you off guard, and for a split second you felt as if your heart is being clenched tightly. So, you were never even a star in his sky, how pathetic of you.

"I see. Sorry for assuming." You stood up and decided that it's time to leave before embarrassing yourself more than you already did.

"Wait... " Lyney quickly got up and held your hand, before realizing what he's doing. But he doesn't let go. He looks at his hand that's holding yours, before turning his gaze to meet your eyes that he's always told you were like topaz, precious, pure, and lovely. As a gentleman like himself, Lyney never touched you without asking for your consent. Instead of his usual gentleman and somewhat flirty self, right now he's being nervous and uncertain, just like how you were when you're in that magic box with him. But that uncertainty soon fades away as he continues talking.

"Apologies, what I mean to say is, you're not a star, because..." He pauses and smiles softly at you.

"When you sat under the stage, no matter how many audiences there are, you always stand out and catch my eye. When you left the stage, no matter how much time has passed, you stay in my mind."

"So I wondered, what are you exactly, inside my heart? But looking at the night sky tonight, I think I found the answer now."

The magician caresses your cheek and looks into your eyes with his violet eyes filled with none other than your reflection.

"You're my moon."

And have always been.