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[en-vyious]

HI EVERYONE!!!

I know that it’s been like a year since my last post and I’m so sorry! it’s js that life has been making me so unmotivated to do anything.😔 unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be coming back. Consider this my ‘retirement/hiatus’ post lol.

I should’ve made this post way earlier but I was both too unmotivated yet still thought that one day I’ll be back on here! I know there’s probably someone who was waiting to see if I’d come back, but no, sorry. Some people did send in requests while it was said they were closed which I thought might help but it honestly made me even more tired than usual. I’m so sorry everyone!!

ok bye! remember that someone will remember you!

[en-vyious]

still one of my favorite two shots ever omg

reblogging js for safekeeping!!! if I lose this fic I’ll never recover lol

Since you requested this, I present some Lyney angst.

After Lyney stood you up on your date for the umpteenth time for Lumine, you begin to reevaluate whether continuing the relationship is worth it.

Your decision is finally made when you end up spending your anniversary alone; you begin to remove yourself from Lyney's life. You stop going to his and Lynette's performances, you completely change your daily routine just to avoid the twins, you even stop going out on 'date nights'.

After a while, you make the decision to completely disappear from Lyney's life... By leaving Fontaine and moving to Liyue where your maternal cousin, Ying'er.

It is only after Freminet lets it slip that he saw you by a Waverider Point did Lyney realize that he hadn't seen you for a while. He hurries to your house, but it's already too late; you were long gone and the only thing left in the house was a box containing every present he had given you.

AN: My tears were my dinner for tonight. I blame you for it :| Reblogs are much appreciated.

Pairing: Lyney x f! reader

Words: 7450

CW/TW: neglect, insecurities, regrets, jealousy, ghosting, angst (no comfort)

AN 2: There will be a part 2 to this story. If you want to be tagged in it, please let me know via comments, DMs or asks.

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Just a Lumidouce Bell

Am I still not worth that much? I'm sorry for the way my life turned out. Sorry for the smile I'm wearing now, guess I'm still not good enough....

Amidst the muted elegance of Hotel Debord, you sat alone at a table, an island of solitude amidst the bustling symphony of clinking glasses and hushed laughter. The warm ambiance of the place seemed to mock your anticipation, and your fingers tapped rhythmically on the tablecloth. It had been two hours already – two hours of watching the seconds on your watch crawl by like wounded insects. Your fourth glass of Fonta stood empty, a testament to the passage of time, or rather, the lack thereof. The soft glow of the chandeliers cast gentle halos on the faces of the diners around you, their conversations forming an indistinct hum in the background. Each passing minute weighed on you like an anchor, dragging your hopes deeper into the abyss of disappointment. You glanced at the waiter who had been keeping a sympathetic eye on you, his understanding smile only amplifying the emptiness settling in your chest. With a sigh that felt like the release of a heavy burden, you motioned him over and requested the bill.

As you absently traced the rim of your glass, your thoughts turned to the painful cycle that seemed to have gripped your relationship. Lyney's absence on countless dates had gradually eroded the foundation of trust and affection between you two. The memory of his excuses and empty promises lingered like an unwanted ghost, haunting the corners of your mind.

The waiter returned with the bill, and you settled it with a mix of resignation and quiet determination. Leaving the table behind, you stepped out into the Fontaine night, where the chill wind embraced you like a forsaken lover. The sky above was a tapestry of melancholic gray, and the air carried the scent of rain, as if even the heavens were in mourning. A bitter smile tugged at your lips as you recalled the old tale whispered by the Fontaine residents – the legend of the hydro dragon's tears. They said that when the dragon cried, it rained in Fontaine, as if the very essence of the city wept. Tonight, however, it seemed that the tears were not exclusive to the hydro dragon. The world around you felt like a reflection of your own shattered hopes and unspoken fears.

How many times had you stood at this precipice, hoping against hope that Lyney would emerge from the shadows, apologizing and promising change? Yet, tonight marked the culmination of a painful decision you had been grappling with for a while. You cast one last look at the hotel's entrance, where the promise of Lyney's arrival had withered into nothingness. With a heavy heart, you turned away, your footsteps carrying you through the quiet streets of Fontaine.

In the aftermath of another painfully unattended date, your thoughts traced back to when the shift in your relationship with Lyney had begun. It was a time when a fabled traveler named Lumine had graced Fontaine with her presence, a time of both salvation and unintended consequence. Lumine had arrived in the city just in time to quell the storm of false accusations that threatened to engulf Lyney and his sister Lynette, accusations that had cast a dark cloud over the opera house they held dear.

As Lumine recounted the events that had unfolded, her words were a lifeline thrown to the twins. Paimon, her ever-loyal companion, had echoed the sentiment, and together, they wove a narrative that exposed the fabrications that had threatened to unravel Lyney and Lynette's reputation. You had stood on the fringes of the courtroom, your heart a conflicted battleground.

But the moment of salvation was soon tainted by the truth Lumine unearthed – the revelation that Lyney and Lynette were entwined with the Fatui, the very organization that had sown chaos and discord throughout the world. The atmosphere in the room shifted from relief to palpable tension. You watched as Lumine's expression twisted from compassion to betrayal, her gaze hardening as she stared at the twins. It was as if a chasm had opened between the savior and the saved. Lyney's eyes, once bright with hope, dimmed with the weight of regret and shame. In that pivotal moment, alliances shifted and perspectives changed, leaving an indelible mark on all involved. You, a silent spectator in this theater of emotions, had nudged Lyney to make amends, to bridge the gap that Lumine's revelation had torn open. The bonds that formed in the midst of adversity were often the strongest, and it seemed only fitting to build bridges and show gratitude.

However, as time unfolded, what had begun as a well-intentioned bridge-building exercise had evolved into something more complex. Lyney's interactions with Lumine deepened, and the lines between friendship and something more nebulous blurred. The halo of Lumine's presence cast a shadow on your once-intimate moments, like a third party in a relationship that was never meant to be.

Lyney's attention, once solely yours, had now shifted toward Lumine and Paimon’ s needs. Expeditions and adventures seemed to beckon him at every turn, each one carried out with an enthusiasm you had once known so intimately. It was as if you were watching a play from the wings, a play in which you had once held a starring role but now struggled to find your place. The weight of his absence settled heavily on your heart, a void that grew with each time he disappeared without a word. He accompanied Lumine on explorations, embarked on quests at her side, and even ventured into realms unknown, all while leaving you in the silence of unfulfilled plans. The intimacy you had once shared was overshadowed by a gnawing ache, an ache that whispered of betrayal and abandonment, even as you fought to quell those feelings. You had whispered to yourself that you were overreacting, that this was the product of insecurity and nothing more. The sting of neglect seeped into your heart, slowly but surely, and you struggled to reason with the feelings of jealousy and hurt that began to fester.

You remember that one evening, you had been sharing dinner with Lyney and his sister, Lynette. The conversation had flowed in fits of banter and laughter until it had inevitably veered towards Lyney's grand finale, a spectacle involving Lumidouce Bells cascading from the opera house ceiling like sparkling confetti.

The exchange between the siblings was a dance of words, a playful sparring that masked a deeper sentiment. "Oh come on, Lyney. Lumidouce Bells again? I thought you'd go for something truly unexpected, like Rainbow Roses. I mean now that you’ve given Lumine one." Lynette had teased, her grin a sly challenge.

Lyney had laughed, a light in his eyes. "Well, Lyn, sometimes the unexpected is what leaves the most lasting impression. And besides, Lumine seemed to appreciate it."

The exchange between the siblings was a lighthearted banter, but its impact on you was far from trivial. A faint wave of jealousy surged within you, unnoticed by anyone but yourself. Rainbow roses – a symbol of affection and love, yet they had never graced your presence. You swallowed the emotions that threatened to spill forth, battling the thoughts that questioned your own worthiness. Had you not been special enough to deserve such a gesture? Were Lumidouce bells all you were worth to him? When had the gift of rainbow roses become Lumine's privilege, while you stood on the periphery?

With a determined exhale, you pushed the memories away, the sound of your footsteps against the cobblestones echoed beneath your weight. The decision had begun to take shape, a fragile ember of strength ignited within the recesses of your heart. It was time to create distance, to let the echoes of your absence resonate in the spaces Lyney now shared with Lumine. Maybe, just maybe, he would realize the chasm that had formed between you two, a rift born of neglect and unspoken yearnings.

You recalled the moments when you had attempted to bridge the growing gap between you and Lyney. The conversations, the attempts at understanding, all seemed to dissolve in the face of his apologetic smiles and kind words. He would express remorse for his actions, his absence, and offer promises of change, but those promises seldom materialized into action. The disconnect between his words and actions cast a shadow of disillusionment over your heart, and the ache of feeling unheard and unseen grew heavier with each passing day. There were nights when you would pour your feelings out, laying bare the loneliness that gnawed at your soul, and he would listen with attentive eyes and a sympathetic touch. His reassurances would wrap around you like a fragile cocoon, and in those moments, it felt like you were understood. But as the days flowed into nights, those assurances would dissipate, leaving behind the cold residue of his absence.

Amidst these tumultuous emotions, you had set your sights on your anniversary, hoping against hope that it would serve as the turning point. It was a date pregnant with the weight of your relationship, a day that would mark whether the bonds between you and Lyney were still strong enough to weather the storm that Lumine's presence had unleashed. With a heavy heart and the weight of uncertainty on your shoulders, you had decided to give it one last chance, to see if he would rise to the occasion and mend what was frayed. The thought of your anniversary, the day that marked the culmination of your journey together, tugged at your heart as you walked through the moonlit streets. The cobblestones beneath your feet seemed to whisper tales of past celebrations, of shared laughter and stolen kisses. The memories were a tender reminder of what had once been, and your steps grew heavier with the weight of the decision you knew you had to make.

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The opera house stood before you, its grandeur illuminated by the soft glow of golden lights that lined its entrance. The air buzzed with anticipation, the energy of the audience seeping into the night. As you approached the entrance, your heart quickened with a mixture of hope and trepidation. This was the night of Lyney's show, a night that held the potential to mend the fractures in your relationship. You clung to that hope, even as doubts gnawed at the edges of your resolve.

As you stepped closer, a man stationed at the entrance regarded you with a look that spoke of impatience.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I can't let you in without a ticket," he said curtly, his tone devoid of empathy.

You blinked, taken aback by his dismissal. "But I should be on the list. I'm a VIP for Lyney's show," you protested, your voice quivering with a mix of frustration and desperation.

The man raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "And what makes you a VIP?"

You struggled to keep your composure, your voice cracking as you responded, "I'm Lyney's girlfriend, and I've always been there to support his magic shows."

He let out a scoff, a condescending smirk playing on his lips. "Lyney's girlfriend, huh? I've heard that one before. If that were true, you should have been on the list. But you're not."

Stubbornness fueled your determination as you planted your feet by the entrance, watching as people with tickets were allowed to pass. Your heart clenched with every person that walked by, their laughter and excitement cutting through your resolve like a knife. You were holding on, holding on to the belief that Lyney's promise to change, to prioritize you, wasn't just empty words. Then, your gaze shifted, catching sight of a familiar figure – Lumine, accompanied by the ever-cheerful Paimon. They approached the entrance, their presence a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. The man stepped in their way; his voice curt as he asked for their names to check the list.

Paimon’ s voice chimed, "We should be on the list! We're VIPs!"

The man scanned the list, his expression changing to one of recognition. With a nod, he granted them entry, opening the door with a polite gesture. The interaction was swift, seamless – a confirmation of their privileged status.

Your heart dropped like an anchor, the realization hitting you like a wave crashing against the shore. Lumine, the fabled traveler who had unwittingly become a central figure in your heartache, was being welcomed with open arms. The same arms that seemed closed off to you.

Lumine's gaze shifted, her eyes meeting yours. She smiled warmly, her voice carrying through the air, "Hey, why don't you join us inside? It'll be fun!"

You managed to conjure a smile, but it felt like a mask stretched too thin. Your head shook slightly, a half-hearted refusal escaping your lips. "I appreciate it, but I have some errands to run, and I'm running late. Enjoy the show!" The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but it was a necessary shield to protect yourself from the vulnerability that threatened to spill forth. Before Lumine could insist further, you turned away, hurrying from the opera house entrance. Tears welled in your eyes, a torrent of emotions threatening to drown you. How could he? How could Lyney forget your name on the list? Was it a thoughtless oversight or a deliberate omission? Each step you took away from the grand entrance echoed the rhythm of your heartache.

As you walked away from the opera house, your heart weighed down by the fresh wound of rejection, your thoughts turned to the looming anniversary. Just one more week, and it would mark the day you had set your sights on, hoping against hope that it could breathe life back into the fading embers of your relationship. You had planned it meticulously, each detail chosen with care, envisioning a day where the two of you could finally address the growing chasm between you. Lyney had promised he'd be there. He had assured you that he wouldn't let anything get in the way, that this date would be different. You clung to those words, the memory of his sincerity a beacon of light in the darkness of your doubts.

But now, with the fresh wound of being excluded from his show, you wondered if there was even a point to it all. Could this relationship withstand the storm that Lumine's presence had brought? Could Lyney truly change, or were his promises just empty words, blowing away with the wind? As the moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light casting a gentle glow over the city, you quickened your pace. The aquabus was waiting, its doors open, ready to carry you away from the scene of your shattered expectations. You stepped aboard, the soft hum of the engine a soothing backdrop to your tumultuous thoughts. The seats felt cold against your skin as you settled in, the world outside passing by in a blur of lights and shadows. The gentle lapping of water against the boat's hull seemed to echo the rhythm of your heart, both steady and uncertain. The city's lights danced on the water's surface, mirroring the dance of emotions within you. Your gaze remained fixed on the horizon, your thoughts a whirlwind of hopes and fears. You had invested so much into this relationship; into the memories you had shared and the dreams you had woven together. But now, those dreams seemed fragile, like delicate glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

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The rain fell in relentless sheets, soaking you to the bone as you stood before Lyney's home. In your hand, you clutched a bouquet of rainbow roses, their vibrant colors dulled by the downpour. It was impossible to tell if the water streaming down your face was tears or rain, the two merging seamlessly in the haze of your hurt and frustration. With trembling fingers, you knocked on the door, each tap a testament to the storm raging within you.

The door creaked open, revealing Freminet, Lyney's shy and quiet brother. His expression was a mix of reluctance and confusion as he regarded you.

"Can I help you, (y/n)?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You struggled to keep your voice steady, your heart hammering in your chest. "Is Lyney home? I need to talk to him."

Freminet's confusion deepened, his brows furrowing. "Lyney's not here. He went out somewhere, and I don't know when he'll be back."

The weight of disappointment settled on your shoulders, a heavy burden that threatened to crush you. You managed to offer a weak smile; your gratitude sincere even in the face of your own pain. "Thank you, Freminet."

Turning away from the door, you walked back into the rain-soaked streets, the bouquet of roses now a poignant symbol of unfulfilled hopes. Your footsteps were heavy, each step echoing the ache in your heart. The plan had been simple – a picnic date in the picturesque mountain ranges of Elynas. You had arrived with a heart full of anticipation, bearing gifts, a lovingly prepared meal, and a bouquet of rainbow roses. But as hours turned into a day, all that greeted you was the relentless downpour. The sun had set by the time you had decided to confront Lyney directly. It was your anniversary, a day that was meant to celebrate your love and connection. Instead, it felt like a cruel reminder of the growing chasm between you. Your emotions were a tempest, a maelstrom of hurt, anger, and betrayal. The wind seemed to mirror your turmoil, howling through the city's streets.

As you walked back home, your clothes clinging to your skin, you spotted a scene that shattered what little was left of your resolve. There, at a bakery, stood Lyney and his sister Lynette, laughter and mirth in the air. And standing beside them was Lumine. You covered your mouth to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape, your willpower barely containing the torrent of emotions within you. The weight of the past weeks, the unfulfilled promises, and the pain of your anniversary – it all crashed down in that moment. You felt like an outsider, a shadow lingering on the fringes of their happiness. With a heavy heart, you turned away, your footsteps carrying you into the night. Each step was a heartbeat of agony, your soul aching with every footfall. The city's lights blurred through your tear-streaked vision, the raindrops masking your tears. Each footfall was a heartbeat of agony, your emotions raw and uncontained. The city around you seemed to blur, the rain masking the tears that fell from your eyes. In the quiet solitude of your home, the pain became a living thing, an ache that seeped into your very being. The anniversary that was meant to be a turning point had instead become a breaking point. And as you lay in your bed, tears staining your pillow, you couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shattered beyond repair.

Back in the solitude of your home, the pain became palpable, a living entity that refused to be ignored. Sleep eluded you, the darkness of the night only amplifying the darkness within your heart. Your mother's words echoed in your mind, a whisper of wisdom that you couldn't ignore. It wasn't right to stay in a place where you no longer felt welcome, and this relationship had become exactly that. The pain, the heartache, it was a weight you could no longer bear. Sleep never came that night. Instead, you lay there, tears staining your pillow, the echoes of shattered dreams reverberating through your thoughts. The decision had crystallized – it was time to quietly exit Lyney's life. The pain was too deep, the hurt too raw, and the love you once shared felt like a distant memory. As the night stretched on, you found solace in your mother's words, a bittersweet reminder that sometimes, leaving was the only path to healing.

In the days that followed, the pain remained a constant companion, an ache that settled deep within your heart. You made a silent decision to gradually withdraw from Lyney's life, the weight of unfulfilled promises and shattered dreams urging you to seek distance.

You found yourself avoiding the places where Lyney and Lynette performed. The familiar auditorium that once echoed with applause and magic now held too many memories tainted by disappointment. The sound of applause felt like a mocking reminder of the applause you had given him, the cheers that had always been for him but had never seemed to reach your ears. Your daily routine underwent a transformation, as if you were trying to rewrite the narrative of your life. Mornings were no longer marked by the smell of coffee brewing and the anticipation of the day ahead. Instead, you woke up to the quiet embrace of solitude, your footsteps leading you away from the places that held too many memories. The cafe you used to frequent was now replaced by a new haunt, where the barista didn't know your name or your story.

If anyone dared to bring up Lyney's name, you became evasive. Each inquiry felt like a dagger, a reminder of the pain you were trying to heal from. You mastered the art of changing the topic, a skill born out of necessity. When friends asked about him, you would smile and steer the conversation toward safer waters, your heartache hidden beneath a facade of normalcy. In every action, every choice you made, your quiet withdrawal from Lyney's life became more pronounced. There was the evening when you saw a poster advertising a new magic show by the twins, and you deliberately turned away. You didn't want to see him in the spotlight, a place that once held so much allure but now felt tainted by unfulfilled promises. Then there was the day you walked by the park where you had shared laughter and secrets, and instead of walking through it, you chose to take the longer route. The thought of stumbling upon him, of facing the painful truth of his absence, was a fear you couldn't bear.

The change was reflected in your living space. Photographs that had once adorned the walls were now tucked away in boxes; memories sealed away like precious relics. The pillow that once held the scent of shared dreams was replaced, the fabric absorbing the salt of your silent tears.

In moments of solitude, you found yourself haunted by memories. The sound of his laughter, the touch of his hand – they had become ghosts that whispered in the corners of your mind. Each time you felt the urge to reach out, you clenched your fists and reminded yourself of the pain that lingered beneath the surface.

And yet, despite your efforts, there were times when the walls you had built crumbled, and the anguish within you threatened to spill over. You would catch a glimpse of something that reminded you of him – a street magician performing tricks, a rainbow after a storm – and your heart would ache with a bittersweet mix of longing and resentment.

Despite your quiet exit, the silence from Lyney's side was deafening. It had been two weeks since the anniversary, and the absence of his presence was another knife that gutted you. Your withdrawal had been a decision to protect yourself, to heal from the wounds that had been inflicted, but it hadn't alleviated the pain. Fontaine, once a place of shared memories and dreams, had become tainted by the echoes of a love that hadn't stood the test of time.

The decision for a fresh start had been a gradual realization, a seed planted in your heart that had grown into an unwavering resolve. You couldn't continue to live in a place that held too many memories, too much pain. So, you made the monumental choice to leave Fontaine behind, to start anew in Liyue, where your maternal cousin, Ying'er, lived. The preparations had been meticulous. Each step, from packing your bags to selling belongings that held too much sentimental value, had been a farewell to the life you were leaving behind. The pictures that once adorned your walls, the trinkets that had once been gifts from Lyney – they were now memories stored in boxes, reminders of a past that you were letting go of. The decision was both liberating and heartbreaking, a duality that you carried with you as you stood at Romaritime Harbor.

The day had finally arrived, the culmination of weeks of quiet planning and emotional preparation. The ship that would take you to Liyue loomed before you, a vessel of possibilities and new beginnings. You hadn't informed anyone of your plans, not even Lyney. The only connection you had maintained was through the letters exchanged with your cousin. The details had been carefully arranged, and your goods were already on the ship, waiting to carry you toward your future. All you had was your backpack and a small travel bag, each item carefully chosen for its practicality and necessity. Your heart felt heavy as you stared at the ship, your emotions a whirlwind of anticipation and trepidation. The bustling harbor, with its scent of salt and sea breeze, seemed to mirror the churning sea of emotions within you.

The moments before you finally boarded felt surreal. You were on the cusp of a new chapter, a story yet unwritten. The bustling activity of the harbor was a stark contrast to the stillness within you. You took a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs, and with that breath, you let go of the pain, the hurt, and the unfulfilled promises that had weighed you down. The ship's horn sounded, a deep, resonant note that seemed to echo through your very being. With determined steps, you walked toward the gangplank, your heart pounding in rhythm with the steps you took. As you crossed the threshold onto the ship, the world behind you blurred, and the world ahead held a promise of healing, growth, and a chance at finding yourself again.

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Lyney's nimble fingers worked swiftly, carefully packing away his props and magical tools backstage after yet another successful magic show. The applause from the audience still echoed in his ears, a reminder of his talents and the connection he had with his spectators. His assistants were bustling around him, the energy backstage almost as electrifying as the performance itself.

"Great job, everyone!" Lyney cheered, his smile genuine as he patted one of his assistants on the back. "That was a fantastic show."

The assistants shared relieved and satisfied smiles, their camaraderie evident in their interactions. As Lyney continued to pack his bags, he noticed his younger brother, Freminet, approaching him. However, Freminet's expression was slightly different – a mix of hesitation and something that seemed like offense.

Lyney furrowed his brows, curiosity piqued. "Hey, Freminet, what's wrong?"

Freminet glanced around to ensure they had a moment of privacy before speaking in a hushed tone. "Lyney, did you find someone else to help gather materials for the magic pockets?"

Lyney's confusion deepened, his brow furrowing further. "What do you mean? I've been waiting on you to give me the materials for making the magic pockets."

Freminet's expression softened, a touch of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I must have misunderstood, then. I saw... I saw (y/n) at the Romaritime harbor, and I thought... I thought you had found someone else to help…."

Lyney's confusion deepened, his thoughts racing to make sense of the situation. "Wait, (y/n) was at the harbor? What was she doing there?"

Freminet shrugged, his voice soft as he apologized. "I'm sorry, Lyney. I didn't mean to jump to conclusions. It's just... I saw her, and I thought maybe she was there to help distribute the magic pockets."

Lyney's brow furrowed further, his concern growing. Why would you be at the harbor? The pieces of the puzzle didn't fit together in his mind. He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the unease that threatened to bubble up.

Just then, a new assistant who was in charge of entrance and security approached, a curious expression on their face. "Lyney, who's (y/n)? I heard you mention their name."

Lyney's gaze flicked to the assistant, his heart skipping a beat at the mere mention of your name. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before he answered. "(y/n) is my girlfriend."

The assistant's face turned pale, a sudden shift in the atmosphere that Lyney couldn't quite place. Before he could inquire further, another assistant named Fabien chimed in, breaking the tension. "It's been a while since we saw (y/n) at the shows, hasn't it?"

Lyney's brow furrowed again, and he absentmindedly placed his fingers under his chin, a thoughtful gesture as he considered Fabien's words. It had been some time since you had appeared in any of his shows. Something wasn't adding up, and he couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling of unease.

As if sensing Lyney's thoughts, Jerome, the assistant who had asked about you, hesitated before speaking. "Lyney, I might have messed up."

Lyney turned his attention to Jerome, his eyes narrowing as he asked, "What do you mean?"

Jerome shifted uncomfortably, clearly troubled by whatever revelation he was about to share. "A few weeks ago, a woman named (y/n) came by during the performance at the Opera House. She told me that she was your girlfriend, but her name wasn't on the VIP list. I... I didn't let her in."

Lyney's eyes widened, shock and disbelief mingling on his face. "Wait, you're saying that (y/n) came to one of the shows, and you didn't let her in?"

Jerome nodded, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry, Lyney. I just thought... I didn't want to go against protocol."

Lyney's eyes widened in shock, a gasp escaping his lips before he could stop it. It couldn't be possible that your name wasn't on the list. He had never excluded you from his shows before. The realization hit him like a physical blow, his heart pounding in his chest.

Serge, another assistant, chimed in, his voice carrying a mixture of matter-of-factness and concern. "Yeah, it's true. (y/n)'s name hasn't been on the VIP list for the past few shows."

Lyney's mind raced, piecing together the puzzle with growing dread. If your name hadn't been on the VIP list, it meant that you hadn't been attending his performances. But why? He couldn't comprehend why you wouldn't have been there. And then, Serge's words hit him like a lightning bolt, igniting a whirlwind of emotions he hadn't expected. Between all the chaos related to the prophecy, to the primordial sea, the fatui, he had forgotten to give your name once and the list had never been updated since then. "Why didn't you bring this to my attention, Serge?"

"I just assumed you and (y/n) broke up," Serge said, his tone apologetic. "Especially since you've been getting closer to Lumine lately."

Lyney felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath him. The assumptions, the misunderstandings – they were crashing down around him, leaving his heart in tatters. He wanted to protest, to explain that there was nothing between him and Lumine, that his heart still belonged to you. But the words caught in his throat, suffocated by the weight of his own silence.

Lynette's comforting hand on his shoulder brought Lyney back from the turmoil of his thoughts. Her touch was gentle, a silent reassurance that he wasn't alone in this. He met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and regret, and she offered him a sympathetic smile.

"(y/n) will understand," she said softly, her voice carrying a soothing melody. "Misunderstandings happen, Lyney. You should talk to her and make it right. Maybe take her on a nice date, show her how much you care."

Lyney's gaze was distant, his thoughts a turbulent whirlpool. Make it up to you... The words echoed in his mind, and he suddenly realized how long it had been since the two of you went on a proper date. Months, it had been months. And then, like a punch to the gut, the memory hit him like a tidal wave. He had become so caught up in the chaos of his life – the prophecy, the secrets of the primordial sea, the Fatui's plans – that he had let something as important as your relationship slip through the cracks.

The anniversary... it had been a few weeks ago, and he hadn't been there. He hadn't kept his promise to be by your side. He clenched his jaw, the weight of his own neglect and forgetfulness crashing down on him. He remembered the day clearly now, how he had been sidetracked by Lumine's confession about never having eaten a croissant. It had led to a whimsical food adventure with Lumine and Lynette across Fontaine. He had lost track of time, of the significance of the day, as laughter and the joy of the moment had carried him away. He couldn't believe he had forgotten such an important day. The day that marked the beginning of your relationship, the promise of a shared journey. How could he have allowed himself to be so careless, so thoughtless? The realization was a knife in his heart, and he felt a heavy sense of regret settle over him like a shroud.

Lyney's mind raced with a newfound determination as Lynette's words echoed in his ears. He couldn't let this misunderstanding fester any longer. He had to make things right, to find you and explain, to apologize for his neglect. The realization of his mistakes had taken a toll on him, and he couldn't bear the thought of you feeling abandoned. You deserved better than that, and he was determined to show you just how much he cared.

Without a second thought, he left the backstage in a hurry, the urgency of his actions fueled by regret and love. He berated himself mentally for letting you down, for not being there for you when you needed him the most. You, who had embraced every part of him – his past, his affiliations with the Fatui, his ambitions, and his bond with Lynette. You had accepted him with open arms, without any grand expectations. The memories of your unwavering support, your soothing words, and your warm presence flooded his mind, adding fuel to his determination.

The path seemed endless as he ran, his heart pounding in his chest not only from the physical exertion but from the fear of what he might find. He had taken you for granted, assuming you would always be there, believing that your bond was unbreakable. But now, he was faced with the possibility that he had pushed you away, that you might have left because of his own mistakes. The image of you, the warmth of your smile, your unwavering support – it all flashed before his eyes as he reached your home. His breath was ragged as he halted in front of the door, his hand poised to knock. But before he could make contact, his heart sank at the sight before him. The door was slightly ajar, swinging open with an eerie quietness that set his nerves on edge.

He pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, calling out your name in a voice that betrayed both desperation and hope. "(y/n)?"

The sight that greeted him was nothing short of a gut-wrenching shock. The living room, once filled with warmth and memories, now lay barren and empty. The walls that had once held photographs and decorations were bare, the echoes of your presence erased from every corner. His breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening as his eyes landed on the center of the room. Everything was gone. All that remained was a solitary box in the center of the living room, accompanied by a dried bouquet of rainbow roses.

Lyney's fingers trembled as he reached for the dried bouquet of rainbow roses. His heart felt heavy as he carefully picked it up, his gaze fixated on the attached card. The edges of the card were slightly crinkled, and he noticed that it had been exposed to moisture before, the ink smudged in places. His chest tightened as he read the words, the sentiment behind them hitting him like a tidal wave.

"In a meadow full of Lumidouce Bells, you are my Rainbow Rose."

The corners of his lips twitched as he saw the lipstick stain in the shape of your lips, a bittersweet reminder of the affection you had poured into this note. And then, his eyes focused on the date below the message – the date of your anniversary. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. This was the gift you had prepared for him, the gesture of love that he had so conveniently forgotten.

His stomach churned with nausea, regret, and self-loathing. How could he have been so blind, so absorbed in his own world that he had overlooked something as important as your anniversary? He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he placed the bouquet and the note gently to the side of the box, a mixture of reverence and guilt in his touch.

With hesitant hands, he opened the box, revealing its contents – a treasure trove of memories that he had unknowingly neglected. Trinkets, photographs, tokens of your shared journey. His fingers trembled as he reached for a small jar filled with dried Lumidouce Bell petals – from the very flowers he had given you after his magic tricks, a gesture that had turned into a tradition between you. His heart ached as he held the jar, each dried petal carrying a memory, a moment of joy and connection.

His fingers continued to explore the contents of the box, pulling out gifts that he had given you. Each memory resurfaced as he sifted through the box, his fingers brushing against trinkets, photographs, and gifts that once held a special place in your hearts.

A perfume bottle – a fragrance that had always reminded him of you. He could almost smell the subtle floral notes as he held it in his hands, a memory of the times you had embraced him, your scent mingling with the magic of the moment.

Earrings – he remembered the way your eyes had lit up when you had opened the box containing them. He had chosen them carefully, wanting them to be a reflection of your uniqueness, just like the love you shared.

A soft shawl – he recalled draping it over your shoulders during chilly evenings, the two of you huddled close together as you watched the stars. The shawl had become a symbol of the warmth you brought into his life.

His gaze shifted to the photographs, memories frozen in time. Pictures of him and you, smiles and laughter shared in moments that now felt distant yet vivid. Some photographs included Lynette and Freminet, reminders of the bonds that were important to you as a couple. He traced his fingers over the images, his heart aching with the weight of his regret.

But there was more in the box, a neatly wrapped package that drew his attention. His heart skipped a beat as he unwrapped it, revealing a new pair of gloves and a magician's cane. His initials and yours were engraved on the base inside a heart, a symbol of the love that had once burned brightly between you. He remembered the times he had performed magic tricks for you, the way your eyes had lit up with wonder and amazement. He recalled the joy you found in those moments, and he felt a lump form in his throat as he realized how much he had taken that happiness for granted. He could almost hear your voice, the excitement as you had presented him with the gift, the promise that you would always support him in his endeavors.

Tears welled up in Lyney's eyes as he held the magician's cane, his grip tight as if he could somehow hold onto you through it. He could feel the weight of his own mistakes pressing down on him, the ache in his chest almost suffocating. His gaze fell to the bottom of the box, where a note lay tucked away. With trembling fingers, he picked up the note, his heart pounding in his chest as he read the words.

"In a meadow full of Lumidouce Bells, you were my Rainbow Rose. But in the end, I was just a Lumidouce Bell."

The words were stained with tears, a stark reminder of the pain and heartache you must have felt. He clenched his fist, the note crumpling slightly in his grip. How had he let things come to this? How could he have pushed you to a point where you felt like you were just another fleeting moment in his life? He had hurt you deeply, and it was his fault that you had felt pushed aside and abandoned. The guilt and self-hatred were almost suffocating, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he imagined the pain you must have experienced.

Without another moment's hesitation, Lyney stood up, the cane still clutched tightly in his hand. He had to find you, he had to make things right. The thought of you being in pain, feeling betrayed and alone, was unbearable. He rushed out of the house, the echoes of the memories still ringing in his ears as he made his way to the aquabus that would take him to the Romaritime harbor.

The journey felt like an eternity, each passing second a reminder of the time he had wasted, the moments he had missed. He trembled with fear and anxiety, his heart pounding as he thought about what he would say to you if he found you. Would you even be willing to listen? Would you give him a chance to make amends?

As the aquabus docked at the harbor, Lyney's heart raced even faster. He rushed off the boat, scanning the area desperately for any sign of you. He asked bystanders, his voice a mix of urgency and desperation, but no one seemed to know where you were. Panic gnawed at his insides as he realized that you were truly gone, disappeared without a trace. He stumbled towards the docks; his vision blurred by tears. The water stretched out before him, a vast expanse that mirrored the emptiness he felt inside. He dropped to his knees, his fingers gripping the edge of the dock as he stared out at the water. He felt a surge of rage and self-loathing, his heart consumed by a storm of emotions. How could he have allowed this to happen? How could he have hurt you to the point where you felt like you had no choice but to leave?

The pain was almost physical, a crushing weight that settled over his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He stared out at the water, his vision blurred by tears, his thoughts filled with memories of you – your laughter, your smile, the warmth of your embrace. He had taken it all for granted, assuming you would always be there. And now, he was faced with the harsh reality that he had pushed you away, that he had lost you. As the water lapped against the shore, Lyney's heart felt as though it was shattering into a million pieces. He clung to the cane he still held in his hand; his knuckles white from the force of his grip. He had always been the magician, the one performing tricks and illusions, making things appear and disappear. But now, it was he who was left with a vanishing act – you, the most important part of his life, had disappeared, slipping through his fingers like sand. It was a cruel twist, a bitter taste of his own medicine.

A voice echoed in his mind – Lynette's words about misunderstandings, about making things right. But how could he make things right when you were nowhere to be found? How could he apologize and explain when he didn't even know where you were? The uncertainty gnawed at him, the fear that he might never get the chance to tell you how sorry he was, how much he loved you. He wished he could perform a real magic trick, make you reappear in front of him, hold you in his arms and tell you how much he needed you. But life wasn't a magic show, and the consequences of his neglect were painfully real. He had failed you, failed to protect the love you had shared, and now he was left with the emptiness of your absence. The realization hit him with a brutal force – you were truly gone, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Taglist: @hiraethsdesires; @sailorstar9; @aerithsthingss

(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 a part 2 for this one.) Edit: There will be a part 2 to this story. If you want to be tagged in it, please let me know via comments, DMs or asks.

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HIIII

I wanted to request charles, whit, xander and david with a crush that avoids them because rhe reader likes them to??

Of Course! Hope it’s worth the wait!

Did I Do Something?

a/n: OMG OMG OMG IM ACTUALLY ON THE LAST REQUEST OMG OMG THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT IM SO HAPPY AHHHH

OK SUMMARYY: You’ve always been someone who didn’t know how to deal with affection or attention, so a love life has been hard for you. There’s this guy you really like, but you’ve decided just to avoid him in order to protect your heart. How does he feel about this?

p.s: you’re the Ultimate Music Enthusiast (I was originally gonna do the ultimate simp but decided not too lol)

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Charles Cuevas!

Your crush on him was instantaneous, but it led to you barely interacting with him, much to Charles’ dismay. His crush may have occurred slower, but it was a lot more intense!

He saw you, and he couldn’t stand you. If there was one thing he liked about you from the start, it was the fact you never talked to him. It was clear that he didn’t think that the Ultimate Music Enthusiast was a true talent.

But something about the way you talked so little with some people, yet were so outspoken with your friends drew him in. He saw how you always had something snarky to say to anyone who didn’t like you.

Eventually, he noticed the little things, how he noticed your eye bags, and how they hung no matter how noticeable or unnoticeable they were. When you waved to people by only using one finger, or the top half of your hand down to your friends.

Yet, when he actually wanted to get to know you, he found his efforts were in vain. Whenever he walked up to you, you’d always give him a specific look, one he didn’t see you give to anyone else. It wasn’t the warm, tired one you gave to your friends, or the disgusted, avoidant ones you gave to people you didn’t like.

This look, it was mixed with nervousness and something else, something he couldn’t place. Was it happiness? Terror? Disgust? He didn’t know and it killed him inside. He has observed you for so long yet can’t recognize a simple look on your face? He felt so stupid.

This cycle repeated for a few days. He would seek, you two would meet, then, you would fleet, and it would all repeat. It wasn’t until Whit told him the words he’d been waiting to hear for so long as you scurried away.

“They really like you y’know?” Whit told him. His heart stopping as he said that. But, he wanted to hear it from you, that was all he wanted. So, he stood up, and he walked to your room, his shoes clicking against the flooring. He knocked and you answered, he finally had the chance, and he wasn’t gonna miss it.

“..I really like you, do you like me back?” His confession was a lot like him, straight to the point, no shortcuts, just the truth. And by the way you looked, he knew that you liked him back. But when you nodded, it was like he just ascended into heaven. No, it was exactly like heaven.

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Whit Young!

He always knew about your crush on him, how could he not? The way you immediately took your eyes away when he looked at you, or how your lips curved upwards if you ever heard his voice. He noticed those things, somehow. But he noticed them.

It was quite endearing, really. He’s had people crushing on him before, but, this was different. This time, he actually reciprocated the feeling. But, for some reason, he didn’t know what to do.

He’s technically never had a crush on someone before. He was always the one making sure couples were formed. He never wanted to be in a relationship, or rather, he never thought about being in one until now.

Whenever he looked at you, he saw someone who was the perfect blend of chaos and empathy. Someone he could admire from afar and up-close at the same time.

He thought he could just chatterbox his way up into your heart, but when you were nowhere to be found, he was heartbroken!

He didn’t want to just jump in on the conversation, he wanted to actually get to know you. To spend time with you, and only you. Something he wasn’t used to doing, he usually just talked and talked and he would become close with people at the drop of a hat!

He’d walk, and walk, and walk, but there was never a moment where you’d be alone. You always had someone tagging along with you. Not to mention, you had your room always locked, and were always “too busy” to open it up and let him in! Yet whenever one of your friends asked, they were let in right away!

He was so hurt! He just wanted to confess his undying love to you! He constantly ended up venting about this to Charles, much to his annoyance. (wow im sooo creative, using whit and charles in each others headcanons..)

“I just want to tell them that my love for them is larger than life! Is that really so wrong!” “Yes, absolutely.” “You’re not helping!” Was practically becoming a classic conversation between them.

After what felt like years, (it was only a few days), he finally got the chance to speak with you! With no one else around, he vent his heart out, laying everything on the floor.

“I love you! I-I don’t know how else to put it. But, I really want to be with you!” He did it..he finally did it. He confessed to you! When you accepted his confession, he hugged you with all his might, placing his lips on yours!

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Xander Matthews!

As soon as Xander laid eyes on you, he felt a spark buzz around in his chest, he had to go talk to you!

At your first interaction, you were so jittery, and the conversation ended after only exchanging names and ultimates before you ran off somewhere else!

Xander was…disappointed to say the least. You seemed like such a sweet person! Especially in the following weeks when he saw you laughing like a maniac with your friends! If you were able to laugh with them so easily, why were you so nervous around him?

Then, it hit him…he was probably just startling you, right? Maybe if he just took off his brown coat, and spoke in a less energetic tone, you’d talk to him, right?

…No. It didn’t work, of course it didn’t! Because that wasn’t the reason you didn’t talk to him, but he didn’t know that, of course. He just thought he had to take a different approach.

After a few days of unsuccessfully trying to talk to you, he eventually took a moment to lie down on his bed, Teruko beside him. The brunette’s face was clearly annoyed at Xander’s efforts. “You’re acting like they’re the love of your life, y’know?” Teruko said.

Xander took a moment to think about her words. Then, he realized, she was right. He was acting like he was in love with you. “That’s because I am!” He said, his words flowing like water. “Why do you think I’m trying so hard to talk to them? There’s something so…beautiful about them.” He told Teruko, his words were completely serious. Something about you made his heart flutter.

Yet, he knew so little about you. He only knew your name, and your ultimate. Yet, if that was all he figured out about you for the rest of his life, he’d be at peace with that.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. Xander stood up, and walked to your dorm. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on your door. When you opened it, his heart gave a flutter, but he didn’t dare utter a word (CAUSE THAT WOULD BE ABSUUURD BEHAVIOR). He immediately grabbed the door in order to keep it open. Especially since at one point, you slammed the door on him when he tried to talk to you.

“Y-Y/n! I want to talk to you!” He said, taking another deep breath as you stood there, hands behind your back due to nervousness. “I really, really like you. Like, more than I thought I would. And, I was hoping you’d allow me to be your..boyfriend?”

David Chiem

Oh, David…what a polarizing figure he was to you.. You could immediately tell something was slightly off with him. How could someone be so positive and uplifting their whole life?

As a result of this, you tended to avoid him, most of it was unintentional, but there were times when you’d purposefully avoid him. Something about his vibe was both…alluring yet also…unsettling? You just couldn’t explain it.

For David, meeting you was like a meeting your new pet rock. Something that was weirdly sentimental for no real reason. He just couldn’t stop staring at you, his eyes always glazing over your figure.

In his eyes, however, he saw something more…he saw a light. He saw someone he could trust, someone he could hold and cherish in his arms for all of eternity.

But, he couldn’t, the most he was spared was a glance across the hallway before you went on your day. It was insufferable, honestly. To watch your pretty face walk around for a few fleeting moments before you crawled up into your room for what felt like hours. He just could never confront you about this new sensation.

So, he waits, and waits, and waits for hours sitting at the dining table until you come out for your 3am snack. As soon as you do, his eyes widen and he jumps up. He immediately walks over to you, his eyes widening as he takes you in. You looked so beautiful, even if you were drowned in eye bags and groans, you still looked like heaven.

He finally spoke up. Although you made him question many things, he knew one thing for sure. He wanted to take this slow… “..Do you mind if I accompany you to the kitchen? I’m sure you’d like some company!” He said, the smile on his face clear despite the room’s dark setting.

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Well…it’s been a bit! But I always do my best to finish any requests! I’ll open up requests in A VERYYY LONG time to be realistic, but nobody knows lol. But, anyways, I hope you enjoyed my comeback request! Remember that someone out there cares about you! Goodbye!!!

[en-vyious]

HES SO HES SO HES SO HES SO

sorry for liking blond men

[en-vyious]

Yesterday marked the 100th day of genocide. Please, do not get used to this. Our people, killed, bombed, kidnapped, stripped, executed and starved is not normal. Our kids in pieces, their body parts collected in bags is not normal.

Israel has killed 23,700 human. More than 10,300 child. We'd need 177 school bus to carry the Palestinian children killed by Israel in gaza. 10,022 fatherless child. 8,352 motherless child. The wounded have their wounds rot and die waiting in front of the crossing. Maggots seen inside alive people's wounds. 5,500 pregnant woman will give birth in the upcoming weeks. 100 Days of Genocide. 100 Days of the world watching silently.

[en-vyious]

BROOO OMG IM FINALLY ON MY LAST REQUEST WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO only took me like 8 months to do like 10 requests..not that long, right?

ANYWAYS WHATEVER WOOOO LAST REQ

[en-vyious]

I have a request! What if the reader also has an eating disorder like Ace from drdt? Maybe they can both help each other go through it. I can't imagine how cute that must be :D

OOO I’ll try! This’ll take a while tho! Hope that it’s worth the wait!

Hard Times, No Lies

(i didn’t know what to put for the title lol)

A/n: I have no idea how to write ppl with disorders so pls spare me

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Your disorder started as wanting your body to look the same as the people you saw online.

They were skinny, you weren’t, and you hated it. You ended up starving yourself in the hopes that you’d feel better, that you’d finally get the body that you always dreamed of having.

But you didn’t, and now here you are, trapped, left to your own devices, and constantly feared that you won’t wake up in your bed tomorrow.

Luckily, you met someone who you could relate to, Ace Markey, the Ultimate Jockey. You found out he also had an eating disorder, and you felt like there was finally someone you could talk to.

Admittedly, you didn’t like him at first, his cowardly attitude didn’t exactly make for a nice personality, but you did always think he was funny.

But finding out about his ED, felt like another layer of relatability had been added. And, once he found out about yours, it felt like you two had become attached to the hip at that moment.

You two would be able to vent to eachother about hardships, and would be able to help each other throughout the hard times. Eventually, you two had decided you were in this together, and no lies were in the relationship.

From making sure you were both eating happily, to crying in each other’s shoulders about literally anything. It was you and him until the end.

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HIIII! IM SORRY IF THE OVERALL WORK WASNT AS CENTERED ON THE ACTUAL DISORDER BUT I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT😭

ANYWAYS HAVE A GREAT DAY! REMEMBER I CARE ABOUT YOUUU

[en-vyious]

Can you do more David dating head canons but like unhinged David please 😏

So….unhinged David huh…I’ll try!

David Chiem Dating HCS! (Chapter 2 Focus)

Summary: Dating David can be…a hassle to say the least. His maniacal nature along with his deep voice combines to make a partner who loves you dearly..! ..And is also littered with insanity! So fun..

a/n: whoop whoop! it hasn’t been a month and a new post?!?!?! Astonishing, I know.

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Has the tiniest soft spot for you, but it’s barely noticeable by most people. (except whit lol)

Needs, and I mean NEEDS to be constantly holding your hand, wherever you two go, he just has to.

Occasionally starts rambling on about…something? Just smack him on the shoulder and he’ll stop, okay?

Is constantly making sarcastic jokes but can never tell when someone is telling one to him lol.

On top of that, you can also never tell if David is being sarcastic to you! ..Great!

Believes dates are essential in a successful relationship.

LOVESSSS Spooning while you cuddle! Whether big spoon or little!

Talks a little in his sleep! Usually it’s an endearing statement for you.

“…I love you..so much, my dear..” He’d say as he slept.

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HEYYYYYY I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO POST AT A SOMEWHAT CONSISTENT RATE??? Ok anywaysssss love you guyssss make sure to take care of yourselves!

[en-vyious]

Hello^^ May I request headcanons for Charles x reader, where reader comforts him after the first trial?

Sure thing! Here you go!

Comfort? Only For You

a/n: constant uploads? who is she? OK BUT FR THO SORRRRYYYYYY LIFE JS SUCKKSSSS

anyways…

Summary: Charles could barely think about Xander’s body without throwing up. But watching Min’s execution? Too much to handle for him. You, who’s “friends” with him, try to comfort him to the best of your ability.

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“Charles?” You said, peering into the chemist’s room. You could see him, sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands in his face, it wasn’t the most exciting thing to see to say the least. “You okay? You seemed pretty frazzled at the..well, trial and stuff.” He looked, still not looking at you, he probably wasn’t able to even look at someone without envisioning what happened.

“I’m fine, Y/n. I’m just..surprised.” He didn’t sound like himself, his tone was different, and his voice lacked the snarky attitude it usually held. “No, you’re not Charles, you’re not fine, I can tell.” You took a seat next to him, putting your hand on his back, rubbing it gently. You didn’t know how to comfort others that well, but you felt as if you needed to try. You could feel that he was very tense and stiff, understandable, considering the circumstances.

“Why do you feel so strong about being friends with me?” Charles asked suddenly. For a moment, you didn’t know yourself. Until you thought about it more. “Because I care about you. I want you to feel safe. Im sorry if that sounds weird, but that’s truly how I feel about you.”

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You babysat Charles for the rest of the week, comforting him inside room, and making him food since he couldn’t do it himself.

As much as it was difficult for him, he tried to show his appreciation without directly telling you.

This was with his body language, as well as with the small smile that was on his face.

But, he felt like he had to say his appreciation outright, feeling guilty that you were doing this without a proper thank you.

“Hey, I truly do appreciate this. I couldn’t be more grateful for you, Y/n.” He would say, a smile tugging on his lips.

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Hello! Thank you for your patience, by now you’ve likely forgot about your request..but I’d feel too guilty giving up now! Hope you have a great day! Remember I care about you! Bye!

[en-vyious]

Can you do you write Hcs or scenarios with Arturo Ace Whit and Charles joining there lover father for a driving test just to get his blessing and this happen (Driving Test video is base on Phineas and Ferb Driving Test Watz)

I’ll Try My Best!

A (Driver’s) Test

Arturo; Ace; Whit; Charles x Reader (separate)

Summary: They’ve got to get your father’s blessing..shouldn’t be that hard right? Just a simple drivers test, and they’ll be done! But it turns out to be a bit more complex than expected…

a/n: I’m just trying to get back to a consistent posting schedule rn lol (it’s not happening)

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Arturo Giles!

He must admit, your parents did not match up to your beauty at all! But he does need your father’s blessing…

When he hears about the idea of a drivers test, he becomes a bit skeptical though…

Oh, whatever! If they have any sense in them, then they should make it easy, right?

…Nope.

As soon as he saw the upcoming trip he’d have to endure, he instantly felt a sense of fear for a brief moment.

But, he’d do anything for you! So he’ll do it, just to get this over with and get your father’s blessing!

He was able to ace the test, flying colors! But he must admit, your family is quite..eccentric.

“Y/n, your family is..interesting, to say the least.” He said, as you chuckled alongside him.

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Ace Markey!

He’s a scaredy cat, he’s not making it let’s be real..might as well try though, right? …right?

Yeah, before the test even starts he’s already muttering screaming at himself to get out of here..

But in the end, he can’t, he needs your father’s blessing and he’d do anything for you!

Yeah, he ended up crashing into the lake and had to be saved by your dad to make sure he didn’t drown..

Safe to say..he didn’t pass the test, but your dad still cut him some slack and gave him his blessing anyway, so..success?

On the way home, he rambled to you about how he both was not scared at all and how he felt like he’d piss his pants every single second that passed by.

“Your father practically tried to kill me, love! I don’t know what he’s thinking to be honest..”

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Whit Young!

He’s..not too scared when he sees the following driving path. I mean sure he might die in the lake but he’ll be ok! Right?

He’s already met your father and he was a kind man, so it was perhaps unexpected to see a bit of a grueling task, but he wasn’t too worried.

I mean, he was sure he was going to pass, cracking a joke or too before the test started.

…he ended up crashing into the lake…he didn’t die though, so that’s good!

Your father decided to have mercy on him, recognizing the chemistry between you two!

And now, here Whit was, rambling over the fact he almost died, he seemed to have gotten over it quick though, since he was now teasing you as usual.

“Come on, Y/n! You totally were missing me while I was doing the test, weren’t you?”

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Charles Cuevas!

To say Charles was skeptical about the test was understatement..he didn’t find the need for it quite frankly. It’s evident you two love each other, so there’s really no need, right?

Oh, but he’s absolutely head over heels for you, if he dies professing his love to you this way, he’ll die happy, so he’ll do it.

When your father first met him, he thought Charles was perfect for you in almost every way!

He was only concerned that Charles wouldn’t put in the effort or make you feel safe and comfortable in the relationship. Which is why he felt he needed Charles to take this test.

Charles had a few nerves going into it, mainly worried about the lake, and the sharp turns. But he knew he’d be able to do it.

Safe to say, he passed! He was very happy, but only let a small smile onto his face as he saw you smile with glee.

You two decided to walk home, your house wasn’t far anyway! And he needed a bit of a break.

“I told you I could do it, Y/n. Did you really doubt me?” He said in a both teasing yet serious tone to you.

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Hey, Hey, Hey! Hope you enjoyed! Please know that I have huge mental/writer’s blocks when it comes to writing so please be patient! I do appreciate all the requests though! Please be safe, take care of yourself, and have fun! Bye!

[en-vyious]

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

this post must be reblogged by everyone

[en-vyious]

You're allowed to ignore this if you don't feel like writing it, but can I request Whit with a preferably male or gn reader who suffers from 'taboo' or otherwise considered disturbing intrusive thoughts? (can be either platonic or romantic)

Sure! (I’m desperately hoping I did this right)

Taboo..(who?)

Whit x Male Reader

You/Your and He/Him Pronouns

Summary: Socializing was always somewhat a struggle, mainly because quite often, you would for some reason think of something extremely disturbing, even if it didn’t necessarily relate to the situation or conversation! Even now, it’s still a problem you wish you could step on, but you can’t.

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Taboo, thoughts that are disturbing, violent, and/or extreme, something you’ve been dealing with for quite a while now.

And with this killing game in place, it seems that with every ticking moment, your brain seems to only be able to think of any kind of gruesome position to be dead in.

There was only one way to get rid of these thoughts, by drawing these scenarios out, even if it was just a bunch of scribbles on a page, and burning it with a lighter you had found on your person.

Although one person you could talk to, whether it be while you were drawing it out, burning it, or just needed to talk to someone about your thoughts, was Whit.

Whit would actively look for you, wanting to watch you draw, burn, and rant on repeat..definitely not to just admire you, nope, not at all. Whit would be asking Charles constantly about your location, and he was usually met with the same answer; “He’s in his room, as usual.” “Alright! Thanks Charles!” He said as he rushed towards your room, knocking on your door harshly. Once you opened it for him, he immediately entered and looked at the drawing you were working on as you sat in the seat and continued working on it. “So, Y/n! What kind of drawing are you working on now?”

Your answer surprised him, however. “It’s actually a drawing of you.” “Huh? Why?” “For some reason..I can only think of you being the one dead in my mind now. And it really makes me feel uneasy, more so than the thoughts focused around me. I hate it.” You said. Now, he’s normally say; “That’s wack.” Or something, but right no he couldn’t, he actually wanted to comfort you, but he didn’t really know how, so he put his hand on your back and rubbed it slowly.

“Hey, you ok? If not, you can always talk to me.” He told you, as he waited patiently. As you slowly told him about your struggles, the two of you grew ever so closer that day.

Alright! Here you go anon! I hope this work was worth the wait! Have a good day, make sure to eat enough for your needs, farewell!

[en-vyious]

ABAIJSJS OMG UR WRITING IS SOOOOO GOOD (I want to eat it) Is it possible for you to write maybe Xander (drdt), Whit (drdt), and Nikei (SDRA2) with a fem!reader (or crush? Idk) who ‘looks like a guy’, but doesn’t really bother correcting people whenever they misgender them (kind of like Haruhi from OHSHC). Specifically the unintentional reveal, but you could be a lil creative if you’d like.

Sort of bordering the gender neutral label ig? If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore this request !! Have a wonderful day/night wherever you are :)

STOP I REMEMBER READING A FIC LIKE THIS AND IT WAS SO GOOOOOD-

Why Is He- Wait, She?!

Xander; Whit; Nikei x Reader (separate)

Summary: You’re whole life, people have mistook you for a guy, it never really bothered you however, so you didn’t correct them. This also translated to the situation you’ve now found yourself in, how will they react when they realize?

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Xander Matthews!

The possibility of you being a girl has never even crossed his mind!

Your vibe, clothing style, and everything else pretty much made an image in his mind, which was a guy!

You two have grown incredibly close during your time in this..well..”game.”

The two of you have worked out together quite a bit, and you’ve helped Xander keep track of his fitness, Xander wanted to check on yours! Even if you didn’t work out nearly as much as him. (mby not even at all lol)

He was going to ask you to take your shirt off in order to keep track…except when he opened the door, you were already changing.

I’m so original hahaha

Yeah..safe to say he wasn’t expecting that..he most definitely ran out the room blushing to cool off and to leave you alone for the time being.

“Hey, Y/n! I was just wondering if you…- Ahh! I-I’m sorry! I’ll leave now!”

Whit Young!

The Ultimate Matchmaker loves spending time with you! You, him, and Charles, you guys are just the Ultimate Group at this point!

Even in this killing game, he still wants to have fun with all of you, so he wants to organize a miniature party!

But he doesn’t necessarily know what you like, so he books it to his nearby friend, Charles! He desperately asks some questions about your interests, and he notices something..

He realizes that Charles is addressing you as ‘She/Her,’ he doesn’t notice at first, and then it hits him like a truck! “WAITT! Y/N’S A GIRLL..?? That’s wack, in a good way!” “Yes, Whit…Y/n’s a girl…”

He runs over to confirm it with you, and it’s true! He’ll admit it caught him a little off guard, but in the end, it didn’t matter! He still loved you! Wait what?

yay yay you two kiss and fall in love, or not..idk whatever you want

Nikei Yomiuri!

Because he is a part of Void, there’s a very high chance he knew before hand, and doesn’t care…But let’s ignore all that!

I think that he actually found out quite early on, mainly due to any interviews that he would do to learn about his peers!

When he initially interviewed you, he did indeed address you as masculine pronouns but as usual, you didn’t correct him because you didn’t necessarily care.

But a few days later, he would end up seeing Yuri grabbing your leg as you dragged him along, clearly uncomfortable from the situation.

After helping you get Yuri off your leg, he put two and two together and realized that Yuri would only attach himself to you if you were a girl!

“Aha! Y/n? Does this mean that you’re actually a girl? What a scoop!”

Alright! At this point I’ll have an official schedule for 1 post a month..jk lol. But seriously, I’m very happy I’m able to get this out for you Anon, and also a little disappointed in my schedule. Oh well, anyways.. Have a good day and please take care of yourself!

[en-vyious]

I’ve been f2p for like a year on genshin..and now I’ve just spent 100$ on Lyney…worth it

also writers block is so bad rn and I also feel so guilty abt it, so sorry to all who’ve requested and it hasn’t been done yet! Trying my best to get some out.

[en-vyious]

Hey can you do head canons with Damon, Mark, Wolfgang, and Ulysses were their s/o is like a motive for killing

I’m not exactly sure I did it correctly, but here you go!

Killings, Motives, Love

Damon; Mark; Wolfgang; Ulysses x Reader (separate)

You/Your Pronouns, KM=Killing Motive.

Established Relationship

Side note: The motive in Damon’s section applies to each section.

Summary: You’re the brightest light in their life, what will they do when it’s put at risk? How far will they go? There’s only one way to find out.

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Damon Maitsu With KM!Reader

When he hears the news that if you’re killed, five people may be released from this killing game, his first instinct is to protect you.

And while he does want everyone to escape, he values your life above everyone else’s.

He’s always staying in your room or by your side, worried someone would break in.

Constantly has his hand on your shoulder or around your waist.

And on the very few times he isn’t by your side. He’s always watching anyone who dares to walk to you. Rushing over to pull you away if he thinks your in danger.

Whenever you two hold hands, you can see that he’s clutching it harder than usual.

Sometimes, you do lightly tap his shoulder when he’s doing too much, and then he slowly takes his hand off you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n..but I care about you way too much to lose you.”

Mark Berskii With KM!Reader

Holds your hand so hard sometimes that it turns red-

If you request some time alone, he will reluctantly but respectfully give it to you.

Makes relaxing beats in order to calm either of you down.

If his cuddles weren’t tight before, they were definitely tight now.

You may have to tell him to loosen his grip!

Needs a ton of reassurance before letting you go on your own.

He still keeps an eye on you to make sure you’re safe though!

“You are my lover, and I can’t ever imagine losing you…so please, stay with me.”

Wolfgang Akire With KM!Reader

His mindset has been set on bringing justice to everything. But he can’t ever imagine a world without you in it.

When you two are alone, he triple checks if the doors are locked.

Can only leave you alone for two minutes before he’s running to you. (To make sure you’re safe, and so he can spend more time with you!)

Kisses you with more fervor, treating every kiss like it’s the last one he’ll experience with you.

Is willing to sacrifice himself in order to make sure you stay alive.

Occasionally, when you two are alone, you may find him silently crying over the fact that you two may not escape together.

“We’ll be fine..I hope. I’ll do my best to protect you…”

Ulysses Wilhelm With KM!Reader

He already has a terrible sleep schedule, he’ll be pulling all nighters consistently without your help!

It’s the one thing that he thinks about at night, only your cuddles are able to soothe his mind.

Never breaks up apart from you, ever! (Unless you’re in the bathroom, I’m which you get your privacy!)

He looks at you sometimes and just cries softly, knowing that the chances that you’ll be here forever are very slim..

Has recurring nightmares of leaving you for a few seconds only to come back and find your corpse lying on the ground.

“Y/n…don’t leave me..I beg you, if I have to go through hell and back in order to be with you I’ll go through it.”

I’m so sorry that this took so long! I’ve been very unmotivated and so this has taken so long..unfortunately other requests will probably take just as much time so please be patient!

All in all, I hope you have a good day, and take care of yourself!

[en-vyious]

Can I have Nikei, Yoruko, Charles with a reader who’s oblivious to their affection?

Totally! Here it is!

Oh Oblivious, Oblivious..

Nikei; Yoruko; Charles x GN!Reader (separate)

You/Your Pronouns

Summary: Their crush is clearly obvious, right? Are you really gonna make them spell it out for you? (probably) Let’s see..

Nikei With An Oblivious Reader!

The journalist is very persistent on not telling you his feelings. You’ll realize eventually, right?

Can’t you see his smile being ever so slightly more brighter whenever he’s talking to you?

Or the fact he always has your favorite drink ready to give you?

But your careless smile always leaves him weak in the knees…and he thinks your obliviousness is worth it to see you..

But one day, while you too are hanging out..you sneak a peak at one of his notebooks.

It just so happens to be one of the ones that he dedicates his love to you in..

He panics immediately when he realizes, until you say; “Why didn’t you say so..?” After you read one of his pages.

He stammers, blush rising to his face. And he realizes that his feelings were reciprocated all along.

“Y-You like me back..?! How unexpected! I love you too!”

Yoruko With An Oblivious Reader!

Whenever someone asks the hostess on whether she has a crush on you..she always does the same thing…

Deny. Deny. Deny!

But deep down, she knows that she’s lying to herself, but could you blame her? (ofc not, ur hot asf)

She finds herself constantly looking for you for no reason..

Occasionally she asks you to hang out while making the “dates” as romantic as possible

But after all that, you’re still clueless!

So one day, she barges into your room and confesses on the spot!

“Okay..so…god this is so embarrassing, I like you!”

Charles With An Oblivious Reader!

You believe that Charles and Whit are together, but Charles thinks that you and him are meant to be!

His attempts at confessing have usually been ruined by Ace, and partially ruined by Whit.

But, surely you’d realize that the blush on his cheeks isn’t from embarrassment and is from a crush, right? (no lol)

As he vents his frustrations to Whit about how he can’t understand how you could be so oblivious, Whit randomly shouts out that Charles has a crush on you!

As he stutters while trying to disprove Whit’s claim, he already finds your lips on top of his!

Blush arises to his face, and he kisses back, as you two soon pull away.

“…W-Wow..T-Thank you..!”

Sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoyed! Remember that somebody cares about you! No matter how alone you may feel! Goodbye!