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Lyney and Kazuha separately (or just Lyney) with a reader who is beginning to get stretch marks and is deathly afraid that he will think she is ugly pls? Any pronouns are okay ofc ofc she/her is just preferred qwq I'm starting to get some and I'm feeling even more self conscious than I was before😭🙏🙏🙏 Stay safe and hydrated!💫💫💫

I just did Lyney if that's alright. I remember crying when I first got stretch marks so I completely get it. I hope this helps <3

Lyney X Fem! Reader Contains: Kitten as a nickname, Lyney is a cat-boy like Lynette, stretchmarks, undergarments, etc

Ivy on the Tower

Tonight was such a big night for Lyney and Lynette. The first time since Fontaine’s most recent flood that they got to perform once again at the Opera Epiclese. With this revelation, Lyney’s partner, (Y/N), offered their apartment for lunch and a space for the twins to get ready for the big night. 

The day was going great, Lyney assumed. The sandwiches and snacks that were catered were soft and comforting and the conversations between his siblings and his lover seemed to be going well. 

That was till they were getting ready. Freminet stayed in the living room while Lynette took the spare bedroom and Lyney took (Y/N)’s ensuite. Makeup was done and in the middle of tucking his shirt into his pants when he heard faint whimpering on the other side of the door.

Creaking it open, he saw his dear (Y/N) sitting on her bed in her undergarments, twisting and glancing at her skin and fingers running over it gently. Tears formed in her eyes as she couldn’t take her eyes off of her figure.

Feet silently tapped the floor as he crept closer but (Y/N) didn’t realize until he sat on the bed, scooching himself closer as he rested his head on her left shoulder. Their eyes met through the mirror’s reflection and the look of disgust and fear filled (Y/N)’s eyes along with tears.

“Kitten, what’s the matter,” he purred, curling his body closer and wrapping his arm around her body only for her to pull away. His tail wrapped around her hand and pulled her back, “Please tell me what’s wrong, (Y/N).”

His sharp eyes caught her cupping the sides of her body with her hands and he slowly moved his hands to hers. With effort, his fingers wrapped around hers and he was able to glimpse at what she was hiding. 

Faint white and purple lines rested on her hips and thighs and that only made him raise a brow, “Kitten, do you hate your stretchmarks?”

Knowing the jig was up, she let go of her sides and nodded. Pulling away with tears falling down her face as she sobbed, “I-it’s ugly, it’s hideous but I just have to live with it… You don’t…”

His periwinkle eyes melted as he pulled her back, fingers interlocking. “I would never find you ugly or hideous or leave you for something as simple as something natural your body does because I love it all.”

Grazing his finger over the stripes, he drew little five-petal flowers as he said, “It’s like ivy on a tower. It doesn’t take beauty away, it only adds to it as the tower ages and changes over time.”

His eyes looked back up and saw the soft smile and tears appearing on (Y/N)’s face. She moved, kissing his hair between the fluffy cat ears. “You are the sweetest,” she mumbled into his sleek blonde locks. 

The smirk he was known for grew back onto his face, “If it makes you feel any better, I have concealer in the bathroom if you really need to cover them up.”

Leaning into his arms, their backs hit the mattress and she curled into his chest for warmth and comfort. “No, your words were more than enough…”

[allykakamatsu]

Never bring Elrena to the opening of a boss fight-

Aka I'm hyped for 4.6 but can only show it via memes- Also, close up of everyone and Elrena's new sprite underneath cut

[damianito]

Lynette may have the appearance but Lyney is the equivalent of orange cat.

[pinkexpertnerdghost]

A Rose for You!

Lyney x Gn!Reader

Pt.2 to Watch and Be Amazed!

{ Ok! Ya'll asked for it. I kinda wanted to write more in the first part but it was already kinda lengthy. As in the last part there wasn't much one on one Lyney and Reader moments. But don't fret dear [Name]! You'll be in the lovely company of this little magical menace for a tour around the Nation! }

! Some Spoilers for the Fontaine Archon Quest Act 1 and some nudges to Lyney and Lynettes Backstory/Personal Stories !

General: sfw, fluff, Grin Malkin Cat, small Freminet and Lynette cameo, Lyney being the charming little flirt he is, flustered Lyney, french, a wee bit of angst here and there towards the end,

It was a new day, and you felt refreshed. Truly, Fontaine is one of the most snazziest places you’ve ever been in. Alongside the technological advancements, there was much attention to the intricacies of decorum and an artistic romanticism in the most mundane activities. Although, the air was a bit smellier than the countryside and the stars couldn’t sparkle as brightly.

You had woken up from your slumber, the sun beaming through the thin curtains by the window. Next to your bedside was a small nightstand with a beautiful lamp and the prop card laying face down. 

You rolled a bit around in your bed until you laid on your back facing the ceiling.

Your mind wandered to the events that unfolded last evening. The colorful memory replayed in your mind like moving photographs. 

The doves, cats in hats, paper butterflies and a pair of soft lilac eyes. 

You sighed.

From the walk to your hotel yesterday, you had viciously tried to recount the events that happened. At what point did Lyney slip this note in your sleeve? And why didn’t you notice sooner?

You had trouble sleeping that night. 

Lyney couldn’t have been serious could he? It was just a part of the show, of course he would shower you with pretty words and a suave demeanor . It's part of his charming routine, nothing more. 

Then again…

Why did he whisper at you so much? Now you thought about it, you were up there for at least one two..TECHNICALLY FOUR ACTS?! Also, he stopped you after the show to talk. AND NOW HE HANDED YOU A CARD ASKING YOU OUT?! No WaIT- Not ‘Out Out’ like a date or anything, an outing as friends? Can you even call him that?! What acquaintance just requests a day to hang out together? HE ISN'T BREAKING SOME PERFORMER AUDIENCE ETIQUETTE REGULATIONS IS HE?!-

Overthinking can lead to a very unsettled mindset preventing you from getting proper rest. 

So here you were, laying like a beached seal on your bed. You didn’t bother to get up right away. Too lazy and your head was fizzed out of thoughts.

You shifted your head around, the bedding beneath you shuffled along. On the nightstand was the prop card you had found in your sleeve last night. 

You eyed the shiny piece of paper. The little red grinning cat silhouette on the backside felt like it was taunting you. Calling you pathetic as it stared at you from atop his side table throne.

Stretching your arms above your head, you finally sat up. 

You reached and picked up the card, holding it with your index and thumb. Once again you carefully read the words that were written on the front in cursive. 

 “ I hope you had a magical evening, [Name]. Meet me by the bench near the potted flowers by the station at noon tomorrow. If you show up, best prepare for I still have tricks up my sleeve that will leave you dazzled! ”

You stared at it and noticed it was written on what was a blank playing card. 

Staring at how the curved letters formulated each word you wondered. 

Meet him at the benches by the Aquabus station by noon. Did you really trust this man? Even though he is technically a celebrity, you just met him not even a day ago. 

You swung your feet off the bed, card still in hand. Stepping down onto the small bedside rug, you idled around near the window. It looked to be early morning, you’d guess around eight o’ clock. 

“ I don’t have much plans today. Other than wandering the streets and walking into what I think will be interesting.” You said, your voice a bit groggy. 

You twirled the card in your hand.

You thought carefully of what you’d do next.

“ I think he might it want back.”

Yeah, that’s it.

“I’m sorry, sir?” You yelped. You had to crane your neck a bit to be able to make eye contact? You didn’t think it had eyes, but nevertheless you made the best effort to stare into its face.

Or what looked to be a face.

 You had seen some of them walking about freely in the main city. When you were making your way towards a staircase you bumped into one. 

The robotic garde halted and nodded.

‘ Ah, so they can communicate.’

It went back to walking down the street, undeterred. Turning around after that odd exchange you went back to the matter afoot.

You were lost. Lyney never specified which station he’d be waiting in. You were almost half convinced he was going to be at the Marcotte Line; the one closest to the Opera Epiclese. Although, the more you thought about it the less likely he would be there. 

He did mention that he might be available to take you to see around Fontaine. So he must have meant the main station hub located in the main city.

Even if he wasn’t there, you’d have that station checked off the list of possibilities.

You hurried up the stairs, the small journey reminding you of the Nation of Freedom surprisingly. Although both were vastly different, they did share a similar style of building upward rather than outward. 

Reaching the top, you made your way to the station. You kept your eyes open as you scoped out your surroundings hoping to find a tall tophat. 

It shouldn’t be hard right? Someone as extravagant as him would surely stand out.

You stood corrected. It looks like many people here in Fontaine take up the fashion trend that was tall extravagant head wear. You had gone over almost every suspect bench near flora, most of them were occupied by either locals, adventurers or both. 

He didn’t seem to be near the reception or the inner waiting area. 

“ It's almost noon” you turn to look out a window, the sun is high in the sky now. 

“ If I were a famous magician with an outgoing personality, where would I be?” You muttered as you had your eyes peeled, wondering in the same space.

Your eyes followed the cheers of children. Near a bench a group of kids surrounded someone. 

“ Wow!”

“Where did it go?”

“Could you do it again mister?”

“ Alright! Since you asked nicely. Watch carefully now!~” You heard a jovial smooth voice. 

Looking above the kid group you spot him, seated comfortably playing with his card deck. 

‘ Of course! You’d be where a willing audience was present!’ 

You waltzed over subtly. He was entertaining a group of little kids with some card tricks, you’d let him finish his mini performance before you made yourself known.

“ Is this your card little Mademoiselle?”  Lyney knelt down and held up a four of hearts card. The little girl with blonde hair jumped up excitedly.

“ Yeah! That’s my card!” 

Lyney laughed, a warm expression graced his features. His eyes met yours for a split second. Not knowing what to do, you sent a little wave. Well at least he knows you're here. 

His gaze flitted back to the group of kids. He got back up with the card in hand. “ Before I go, I’ll leave you all with a grand finale!”

The children gasped in unison and quieted down instantly. 

He brought the card close to his face. He flicked it two times before crumpling it into his hand. 

He shook his hand and reeled it as if he was going to throw a shot ball. He brought his hand up in a presenting way and when his palm opened there was a pop sound. It rained rainbow confetti and small cut out paper stars.

The children ooo’d and awe’d, and two were reaching their little arms up to catch the popper’s confetti. 

“ Ta-da! This has been a special performance, brought to you by Magician Extraordinaire Lyney!” The magician lifted his cape from behind him and took a bow. The children clapped and cheered. 

Two adults came walking up to the mini crowd. 

“ Thank you for entertaining them, Mister Lyney. Getting our little Anais to sit still is a magic trick on its own.” An older woman laughed, as she picked up a small girl who wore a Boater styled hat. 

“ Alright Hugo, let's go. Our boat will leave in a few minutes. Say thank you to Monsieur Lyney.” A man with a distinguished mustache taped a young boy in overalls. The little boy with his hands behind his back, thanked the magician before he went off with his father. 

Lyney waved the kids off as he walked off towards you. 

“ Hey there you. I hope managed to get a full night's rest.” He said, there was this sort of bounce in his voice. You may have only known him for a little while now, but you couldn’t help but pick up some recurring little quirks about him.

He wasn’t much different casually like he was on stage. This guy really does live and breathe in the spotlight huh?

“ Sort of. I had a bit of trouble sleeping.” 

‘No way you were going to tell him you were thinking about him. That would make the rest of the day awkward.’

“ I did end up getting some shut eye though, eventually.” You mustered up a reassuring smile. 

“ Trouble sleeping?” Lyney tilted his head as his index finger came up to chin. His eyes slightly narrowed as a mischief inducing grin made its way onto his face. “ You weren’t laying awake thinking about me were you?~” 

You couldn’t help but widen your eyes and sputter out. Is telepathy in his book of magic tricks too?!

“What? No, of course not!” You forced a cough to cover your small blunder. “It’s just, I need to get accustomed to the climate, that's all. It's like that the first few days in a new location.”

Lyney laughed, his smirk melting into a more genuine expression.

“I’m kidding! That might have been a bit much, sorry about that! Hehe.” He said apologetically.  

You crossed your arms as you held a small jaded stare at the cheeky magician. You were doubting if he really meant that. You blew out a held breath.

Reaching into your pocket you fetched the prop card

“ I found this in my sleeve when I left the Opera House. I believe this belongs to you.” You extended his card to him. His eyes suddenly lit up and he swiped the card away from you.

“So this is where it went! Honestly, sometimes my card deck has a mind of its own.” He mused as he twirled the card in his hand. 

His eyes traveled back to you. “Well since it got you here today, why not take a walk around town! I did say if we had free time we were going to show you around. Call it an encore if you will.” 

You looked around you, noticing something amiss after he said that.

“ Is Miss Lynette not going to join today?”

Lyney shrugged as he slid the card back into his deck. “ Lynette had something urgent to take care of, So she can't join us today unfortunately. So it will probably just be little old me and you today.” 

He was idly playing around with the deck before he made it disappear. “ Oh, you don’t need to be so formal! Just Lyney is fine.” 

You hummed.

“Alright. So any places to recommend visiting?”

At this the magician sported a confident smile and walked ahead of you. “ I have a full day planned out, a surprise around every corner. I want your stay in Fontaine to be an unforgettable glimmering memory.” 

He turned on his heel to face you and extended a hand to you.

“ Now if you’d allow me to be your escort, mon cher?” 

You could do nothing but stare. You couldn’t come up with any words to say except stepping forward and taking his hand. 

With a content smile, Lyney gently pulled you along. His gloved hand felt smooth where his fingers grazed your palm yet there was a distinctive tougher texture where the white detailing was sewn on. The people wandering the streets around you felt like the fizzling suds of a wave.

You felt your face becoming a bit warmer. 

He really does have a flair for the theatrical doesn’t he? 

Lyney had taken you everywhere, one exciting place following the next. But before anything, he invented you for a meal. It was noon and the complimentary breakfast from early morning wasn’t going to keep you going for the entire day. So you both stopped by a humble cafe. The food was absolutely delicious! The smell of toasty bread invaded your senses and the savory taste of garlic on your tongue made you smile with each bite . 

You were perfectly content with the garlic bread but you curiously asked Lyney for any recommended dish for the main course.

His answer was; “ If you want my word, then I’d say try this dish right here!” He pointed to a warm soup bowl as he leaned himself over to you.

After lunch, Lyney brought you to see many sights and places. From the tall waterfalls that made up the borders of Fontaine, you could stare at it for hours. He had to subtly pull you away from the viewing point as you kept your eyes glued to the running water. 

You took the Aquabus every so often to get around. You were looking out into the distance. The water seemed to stretch on for infinity, islands broke through the surface making the land seem like one big jigsaw puzzle.

While the ride dragged out, Lyney made quick conversation to pass the time.

“So, what brought you to Fontaine, hm? If my memory serves me right, you mentioned that you don’t get out much.” Lyney sat next to you with his legs crossed. 

“ Yeah. I see travelers but I'm never the one traveling. My job is not something exciting like an adventurer or extravagant like an artist.”

You shift in your seat. You folded your arms onto your lap.

“ I’m just a shopkeep. So, you can already say that I live a perfectly mundane life” You chuckled a bit dryly. 

Lyney was uncharacteristically quiet. He was paying his undivided attention to your words. You continued. 

“With every passing day, I gradually realized that my life had possibly reached a stalemate. Every day felt like a repeat of yesterday. It was the same route, same building, same aisles, and same feelings.” You said. You couldn’t exactly remember when you began to feel like this. It was a thought that had crossed your mind one day. And ever since, it had stayed in the crevices like gunk you couldn’t wipe off.

 “ So, I decided that I’m just going to throw myself out there into the world!” You spoke. You couldn’t really say exactly what your ideas were, but you described what you felt. 

Comfort. Trapped. Empty. Jealous. Fear. Doubt. Excitement. 

“ It may be reckless of me, but If I was never going to do it, I knew I would end up feeling regret for not having done anything about it. And even so, my boss was kind enough to grant me time off.” 

You snickered. “ I’m probably just assuming, but I feel like they might have let me have this because they probably noticed something. Not to brag, but I was their best employee. Swooping in to save the day when my colleagues were out.” 

You stretched your arms a bit, not having realized how still your body was the entire time. Once you were done it felt nice; it was as if your entire being took a fresh breath of relief.

“ So now I’m here. In Fontaine on an Aquabus with you.” You look up to see Lyney again. His eyes were soft and he had this understanding expression on his face. 

Really, any expression he wore felt as if it were through a pair of rosy lenses. Perhaps it was the natural charm artists like him had. Maybe. 

Besides,he could get away with just about anything because of his attractive face.

You shook your head away to look out into the Fontaine waters around and below. 

“ Well, good on you [Name]! I hope your ventures have been nothing but amazing and brought you happiness! ” He finally spoke. He inhaled deeply before he sighed out. His gaze faced the bow of the aquabus.

 “ Do you agree that birds create wonderful music for the ear to hear? Not to mention the splendor of colorful feathers and their ability to fly.” 

“Due to their natural charm, they are sometimes kept as ‘decorations’, provided food and shelter so long as they continue to amuse the people.” He said, his tone shifted ever so slightly. It was barely noticeable, but there was a very micro edge to his word. 

He crossed his arms, the brim of his hat covered the sun creating a little inkling of shadow cast over half his face blocking out the sunlight that might’ve stung his eyes. 

“ But being kept in captivity for too long, it will yearn for the open skies. It’s only a matter of time before the initial luxury turns into a finite cage.” Lyney hummed. His words brought you an unexplainable comfort yet somehow it felt very out of character for him. You subtly shift your gaze to his face. His expression didn’t seem to be exaggerated. His features were calm like a still lake, unmoving. His eyes, although trained forward, seemed to be not fully there. A misty reflection had settled over his lilac irises. 

The intermission lasted for a few beats of seconds. His mouth effortlessly shifts up into a cat-like grin. He turns his head back to you and straightens his posture, his signature tophat tips back slightly. His eyes conveyed excitement as the lilac once again seemed as vivid during his performance.

 He was no longer a still freshwater lake, but instead a lively and winding river. 

“Which is why you’ll get the best tour of Fontaine by yours truly! Mark my words when I said I’d leave you dazzled today, for I Lyney will see to it that you have nothing but laughs and smiles upon your lovely face, mon cher.~” He declared proudly.

You felt dazed. A warm bubbly feeling began to infest your chest. It was very much like when he placed a kiss to the back of your hand.

You smiled happily at his declaration. “Thank you for listening to me. And also..”

You couldn’t help the hot sensation over the apples of your cheeks or your muted heart rate from your ears. Yet you persisted, not breaking away your gaze from him.

“Thank you for being with me today.”

Lyney’s confident facade had faltered ever so slightly for that moment. But he recuperated and mirrored your expression. 

“It’s no problem at all, [Name].”

This was nice. He was nice. Despite knowing him for a little while, it felt as if you’d known him for much longer. 

However, you barely knew anything about him other than he had a twin sister who was coincidentally his assistant and that he was a popular performer in Fontaine. 

It irked you a bit, but you wouldn’t voice this opinion out loud.  It is as people said, once you learn the inner mechanism to a magic trick, the magic itself is lost and you're left to face the raw and sometimes cruel trick. 

You wouldn’t question why he went quiet. You wouldn’t question if he himself felt similar. You wouldn’t question why his demeanor sometimes felt too whimsical to be true. You didn’t want to ruin the mood. And you didn’t want to linger on the thought any longer. 

You both went to many shops, Lyney had insisted you try out anything that caught your fancy. And if you liked it, to get it! Of course you were on a travel budget, but you did end up purchasing two items. 

Your favorite stop however was the Hat Boutique. Lyney had a rather interesting insight on what headwear would ‘shape a face better’. 

“Hm, you could probably store triple the amount of props in this one.” He studied a scarlet red top hat that looked suspiciously similar to the one he owns. He then looked over to another hat sitting on a display. “But that one brings out my petite and charming face more.” 

He turned to face you. “ Help me out here [Name], should I go with this one or that one?”

You looked between the two options, narrowing your eyes and looked closely at the detailings. You looked at Lyney’s face and imagined how he’d look with either on. 

“If you want my opinion, why not go with this one.” You walked over to a particular Hat you saw as you were pursuing. It was a Fedora like hat in a rich dark violet color; it looked more like an inky black purple. It had a gray sash wrapped around it that shined slightly silver when the sun hit. 

“ It looks nice, and the material feels smooth to the touch. The color brings out your eyes too.” You said as you held up the hat for him to look. 

“Oh my, aren't you the charmer?” He smirked playfully.

You avert your eyes to the aisles of material and color, “ It’s just an astute observation is all.” 

He took the hat off your hands and studied it. “ Color me impressed! You have quite the eye for fashion mon cherie.” He sent you a proud smile and his eyes glowed with pride. 

You shook your head. “ I work full time at a small shop remember, so picking up on the interest of buyers is a skill I’ve gained. I wouldn’t say I’m a fashion expert.” You felt the corner of your lips twitch up into a little smile. 

“Are you going to tell me what you mean by that?” 

“What do I mean by what?” He repeated your question blinking owlishly 

You pouted. You got the feeling he was doing it on purpose.

“The nickname? You refer to me by that sometimes. What does it mean?” 

Lyney thought for two seconds before his mouth formed an o shape in realization. He gave you an innocent close eyed smile. “ That’s a secret~! But, I have faith you’ll figure out what it means on your own.” 

You gasped and brought a hand to your heart. “ How do I know you're not calling me a mean name? What a cruel scheme to pull one over me like that!” You whisper yelled in an over the top voice of hurt. 

 His shoulders tensed. Lyney suddenly became the slightest bit flustered. He shook his head, “I-I would never! Honest! I can assure you it doesn’t mean anything like that.” 

 

You let out a quiet snicker. You found it adorable really. He suddenly became embarrassed despite the brimming confidence he usually carries himself in.

After purchasing the hat, he decided to keep his signature cat still on but suggested making a stop by his house to leave the newly purchased hat. 

“ It won’t be long I promise! It’s just that, I wouldn’t want it to get weathered by bringing it around with us today. You did end up choosing it and I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to it.” He reasoned.

It was a small but cute home. It was built in a typical style that the main city carried; geometric edges, a very advanced looking outdoor light, and a beautiful door with a stained window. 

“Wait here okay! I promise I’ll be in and out before you can tell I left.” He quickly spoke as he jogged over to the front door. You couldn’t help but laugh a little as he sped off. 

So you stood outside. You looked around, and spotted a potted plant. 

CLANK TICK CLANK

The sharp sounds of metal and objects clashing made you sharply look at the direction it came from. You suddenly felt a bit confused.

The door swung open and you were expecting to see the charming magician. Instead it was a boy running out the door. He spotted you and suddenly skidded to a sudden stop.

“...” 

He had a giant metal helmet next to him. He had ash blonde hair that almost covered the left side of his face. His apparel reminded you of a sailor.

He just stared at you and stepped back a bit. His form seemed slightly shrunken and he held his helmet thing closer to him. Not wanting wrong assumptions to be made you sent the boy the most casual smile you could.

“ Oh, don’t mind me! I’m just waiting on a friend, said he had to drop off something. He should be back any minute.”

The boy didn’t say anything, and just nodded. And he stood there. Unmoving.

 Some glances at you and back to the floor.

 He taps around his helmet. 

Well this was awkward. Should you make small talk?

“Er, cool helmet. What is it for, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

The boy nervously glanced at you from the corner of his eye. His eyes were a very vibrant blue color. He didn’t answer for a while. You purse your lips feeling bad. Maybe the silence was better. 

“ving…” You barely heard it. You look over back to the boy.

“Diving..a diving helmet.” He spoke quietly. He didn’t make eye contact as his eyes were glued to the floor. 

“Diving? As in underwater?” You spoke with some bubbling curiosity. Before the boy could react, the door opened again.

“ I am here! Haha, sorry. That may have taken a bit longer than I thought. I hope you didn’t get too bored while I was away.” Lyney announced himself. He no longer had the hat box with him and he scratched the nape of his neck.

He noticed the other blonde boy. 

“Hm? Ah, Freminet! Where are you off to today?” 

Oh, he knows him? You thought, glancing between the two. 

“I was on my way to the beach.” The young man known as Freminet spoke. His voice sounded soft yet slightly raspy, perhaps he wasn’t used to talking much you figured.

Lyney approached you and eagerly motioned for you to join in the conversation.

“ [Name], allow me to introduce you to my little brother, Freminet. Freminet, this is my new friend [Name]. They were the ones to share the spotlight with me and Lynette during last evening’s show.” Lyney proudly chirped.

Freminet looked a lot less tense. “Oh, yeah. I remember. You rambled on about that show, saying how well they-”

Lyney coughed loudly. You look over at the magician with a raised eyebrow. 

There on his pale face was the smallest smidgen of a rosy color. Freminet immediately hushed. But he had a small nervous smile on his face.

“ I’m sorry If I seemed quiet just now.” Fremeniet now said addressing you. “ I recognized you from your appearance, but I didn’t know what to talk about. Or If you would find me odd for knowing about you.” 

You shook your head, understanding the full picture now made you feel a bit more reassured. “ Don’t worry about it, really. But, it’s nice to meet you, Freminet.”

You turned to face Lyney who looked a lot more relaxed. “ So you have two siblings? What a nice family you three are! There probably isn’t a shortage of banter or boredom then.” 

Lyney chuckled. “ Well, I’m usually the one who does most of the talking. I’m the eldest so it's my duty.” 

“Sometimes you take it a bit too far and become a blabber mouth.” A familiar voice suddenly joined the conversation. Looking about you were met with another familiar face.

“Hey Lynette.” You sent the twin a little friendly wave. She turned to you. Smiling a little and returning it, albeit more lazy. 

“Really? You see me as a blabber mouth? But Lynette, I mustn't let the audience’s cheers and support fall on deaf ears. Especially that our friend [Name] here has been on a grand tour with me as their guide.” Lyney ground proudly as he placed both his hands on his hips.

“Whatever you say. But, you’ve been taking them on a tour? How come you didn’t invite me to tag along?” Lynette deadpanned. 

Huh? You tilted your head in confusion and furrowed your brow. Didn’t Lyney mention earlier that his sister was busy. Lyney must have felt the obvious sudden awkward tension placed upon him as his shoulder tensed and he chuckled nervously.

“A-ah, b-but dear sister, you see since you were busy in the early time of today I didn’t wish to trouble you, so I took it upon myself to show them around. Hehe, please don’t be mad at me.” Lyney stuttered out all while looking at Lynette as he brought his hat closer to his chest.

 Lynette sighed and shook her head before she turned to you with a laid back expression. 

“ I hope he hasn’t caused you too much trouble, [Name]. He can go a little too far sometimes but that’s just Lyney being Lyney.” 

“Hey! I’m right here you know.” Lyney whined sadly. Lynette didn’t bother to look at him and Freminet had turned his head to the side. His shoulder’s bounced and looked like he was suppressing a giggle.

“ It’s really okay. More than okay really. Lyney has been nothing but kind and patient with me. He is a good listener and always manages to make me smile and laugh!” You said happily. 

Lynette’s deep violet eyes got slightly bigger with confusion and curiosity. Lyney stood beside you and took a quick glance at your direction. It was quiet for a moment. You suddenly became a bit nervous, was there something wrong you said?

Lyney laughed heartily as he threw an arm over your shoulders. “You see! Take it from them, that I never let my audience down!” You quickly glanced in his direction, not minding the close contact. You could see some red culminating around the tips of his ear and beneath his eyes.

“Well that's good to know.” Lynette crossed her arms. 

“ We must get going, the daylight is short so we mustn't waste it idlying.” Lyney said. Before you two left Lyney sent his siblings goodbye. “Take care Lynette, remember to be on alert alright? And Freminet, remember to get back home before curfew! I was about to dive into the waters last time you had forgotten about time.” 

“ Okay.”

“Of course.”

Lynette and Freminet replied in unison. 

“ Looks like we’re on the move again. I hope to be able to spend time with you Lynette.” You said. You wanted to get to know this family better. Lynette was blunt and to the point but you could tell she cared about the people closest to her. 

Lynette nodded and her lips curled up into a small but sincere smile. You turned to Freminet.

 “ It was nice to meet you, Freminet. If we ever meet again, would you mind explaining diving to me? It sounds interesting.” 

Freminet tensed slightly but managed to nod in agreement. 

“ Bye Bye! Take care!”

After you two had left, Lynette turned to Fremeinet with a pensive look.

“ Freminet, do you think our older brother is perhaps getting attached to them?”

“ I don’t know. But, he really seems to like their company. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him being this flustered in the presence of someone else.”

Lynette hummed. “ I hope he knows what he’s attempting to get himself into. Out of all of us, he knows what kind of situation we’re in.”

Freminet was quiet as he fidgeted with the nails and guards on his helmet. 

“ Do you think that [Name] would like Per?”

Lynette glanced at Freminet with an unreadable expression. She stood still and thought of last evening's performance. 

“Did... Did you go into idle mode?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“ I think [Name] would find Per cute.” 

The rest of the day was spontaneous. From a walk by the sea shore, trying out pastries and free samples, Lyney explaining Fontaine history and technology. 

It was now close to night time and you were both currently walking through the garden close to the Opera House. The road towards the Opera House was beautiful, ever since you first came here a day prior. You had almost ran late to the Magic show seeing as to how pretty it was. The carved marble statues, the beds of wildflowers beyond the decorative iron railing, and not to mention the fountains. Water was almost everywhere you’d look, it was a given as this was the nation of Hydro. 

“Well, today was certainly a fun day.” You spoke softly. You looked up into the sky. It was the final rays of daylight and the sky was a beautiful swatch of evening gradience. All of the orange, blues and reds bled right into each other.

The water beyond mirrored the sky. The land was akin to a watercolor tray, a smokey mixture of cool and warm colors. 

“Thankyou, again for taking time out of your day to guide me through the nation’s cities. You didn’t need to know?” You walked alongside Lyney who was too admiring the sky. 

“Nonsense. I took you on this little journey because I wanted to. It was one of my prop cards that called to you, yes?” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes but-”

“And you answered. You could have very well ignored it, even kept the card as a souvenir. But you didn’t. And that choice led you to today.” He spoke calmly.

You said nothing. Lyney was a stubborn man, no matter how many times you could protest against his kindness he would fire back with a reasonable explanation. 

“ The card, how did you manage to put it into my sleeve?” 

Lyney grinned like a bobcat. “ Uh uh my dear, a magician never reveals his trade secrets.” He mused teasingly.

“ Of course.” You sighed, giving up. 

“Have you always had a talent in magic? In performing?” 

Lyney finally turned his head to glance at you. Skipping ahead of you, he manages to turn his whole body towards you.

“ If you must know, It is a rags to riches tale!” He exclaimed as he bellowed out his arms dramatically in front of him.

“ As a young lad, me and Lynette were street performers. Everyday little crowds of people would congregate around us on the side of the street. Card tricks, Flower tricks, and even the feathered friends would aid in our little shows.” He exclaimed as he walked backwards.

“We would give it our all and Mora would rain down upon us.” He spoke with a triumphant smile on his face. He slowed down his pace and you managed to catch up. He was now walking next to you like before.

“ You could guess the rest. We eventually became so well renowned, we were able to afford high end venues and quality equipment for our shows. And soon we went from paupers to famed actors.” 

You had listened carefully. Despite his colorful disposition, the underlying tone of his small backstory felt off.

“ I’m sorry you had to go through such tribulation. It must have been tough on the two of you early on.” You frowned. Although he framed the tale as a dramatic novel, the implication that he and lynette had been living in the streets tugged at your heart.

He did say when he was a lad, so this probably must have happened while they were both children. Where were their parents? The rest of their family? You decided to stave off these questions as they could be delicate. 

Lyney had gone quiet for a moment. He smiled warmly at you. “ It’s alright. There is no need to feel sad for us. That is long in the past now. And besides…” He grinned widely. “ I think a smile would suit your lovely face more!” 

He took off his hat and dug around it and pulled out a curious plant. It was a glowing blue color and its shape resembled a pearl. It shined a mixture of a translucent lilac and ocean blue. 

He outstretched it out to you. You went ahead and tapped the leaves that looked like sea shells. The flower suddenly released some bubbles. The translucent orbs floated around you. You couldn’t help but pop a few, some giggles escaping you as you whirled around. 

Lyney chuckled. “ I did promise you that I would keep that smile on your lips followed by the melody of your laughter.” 

“ I-” You brought a hand up to your face. Your heart suddenly began to beat as if you had just ran a distance. 

Why did his words have to feel so..so..like this? Why did it feel as if what he said was true? Would that explain why your heart feels like it would sprout wings and fly away any moment?

You were positive your face was burning up. You coughed into your hand.

“You did, didn't you? Thank you for the reminder.” You had managed to sputter out. You heard the soft chuckling of the magician. The flower was no wear to be seen, he must’ve vanished it away when you weren’t paying attention. 

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, [Name].” He had a lopsided grin. Lyney was a cheeky man, a person with a silver tongue. He was a conman. And yet…

He managed to make you feel like you had a tornado of butterflies in your stomach all the time. 

You were left speechless, as you both continued to walk down a few more minutes. You both made it to the Opera. In front of the opera was a bigger fountain, and a few pairs of people were collected around it. 

You went up to the fountain, interested to see it up close. In the water collected at the bottom, you could make out a few glittering coins of Mora beneath the water. You heard a few steps up behind you and guess Lyney must’ve followed you. 

“ People wish at this fountain, right? What for?” You looked around at the elegant structure. The reflected moonlight in the water gleamed against the little gold accents around its edges. 

“ Fontainians come to this fountain to wish about anything, really. Better fortune, health, and happiness. But mostly, people come to this specific fountain for love or hopes for a healthy baby.” Lyney answered, his hands behind his back. 

‘Hmm, the pairs of people make sense now.’ You thought as you glanced around the area. Satisfied you walk around the front of the Opera house. The fountains shooting water high into the air makes you wanna take a closer look. Leaning into the thin railing your eyes stayed glued to the water. 

You could feel a ghost coolness of the falling mist from the tall fountain. 

Although it was a fun outing today, you had ran around almost everywhere in the nation. Lyney in toe with you, making you ignore the aches you felt for doing so much in such a short time. Now in this still moment, all your tiredness was catching up to you.

Lyney must have noticed, as his lilac eyes flitted between your face and the fountain ahead. 

“ Hey, want to see something cool?” 

You turned your head over to the cheeky magician with a brow raised.

With your attention now on him, he took off his hat. You leaned more on your arm against the railing with a warm smile. Half expecting him to pull out something out of his hat again, he did something else. He shook it in front of him, emptying it out of nothing. Nothing left the hat. 

Lyney hummed aloud. “Hmm, I was sure I had it stored in here.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Maybe you dropped it somewhere?”

“No no. I was sure It was in here.” He pouted as he now looked in, under and above his tophat. It was rather cute.

He eventually gave up and placed it back on his head. “ You might be right, maybe it slipped out while we were on the aqua-”

Just as he was about to finish, something dangled in front of his face. It moved from side to side, as if it was dusting off his face. Upon a closer look, It looked like a cat tail.

The look on Lyney’s face was endearing, his lilac eyes had dilated in surprise and followed the tail. 

“Ah, there it is!” The hat suddenly lifted up his head, floating just above.

To your surprise, you see a smaller tophat along two little black ears pop out. Two little black bean paws followed, grabbing along the inner rim of Lyney’s hat. 

Pop

“!!!”

You finally saw its face. It was a black cat with mismatched eyes of a droplet and star. It had a permanent toothy grin on its face. It wiggled in the hat and turned itself to look down at you. 

“?!!”

You could make out the red bow behind its back. You weren’t sure what to do so you waved at the cat. It moved its small pudgy body around the hat and twitched its tiny ears.

“!!!”

Lyney let out a giggle at the interaction. “ Aww, I think he likes you.” He managed to grab his floating hat by the rim and brought it down in front of him. The cat in the hat seemed bothered and was now looking up at you. Its tiny hat was slightly tipped back.

“Can I pet it?” You asked almost too excitedly. 

“Since you asked, of course! He is a bit mischievous but a glutton for attention.” He mused, side eyeing down on the cat. 

You gingerly brough your hand down onto the cat. Its surface was surprisingly smooth yet soft, and the cat wiggled towards your touch. It’s two little ears ducked back as it seemed to love the attention it was given. It’s face never changed, however. 

“ Does it have a name?” You asked as you kept petting it. Lyney nodded and smiled.

“ It’s a Grin-Malkin cat! I’m sure you're quite familiar with it, as it’s not only a prop for Lynette and I’s show, but our cute mascot.” He said.

“Prop?” You asked slightly confused. So it wasn’t alive? Then how did it move so life-like? 

“ The Grin-Malkin cat is a puppet, but its movements are based off of a real cat.” He said. 

You smiled, but kept petting the cute kitty. Even if it was just a puppet, the cat seemed to have a familiar personality. Its little paws stuck out, and one came up to ‘attack’ your finger. You quietly giggled at its playfulness.

“ So, cats are a part of your show’s soul huh?” You asked. 

“ If it wasn’t that obvious, yes.” He said with a charming smile.

“ ‘Based on a real cat’, so who was the lucky cat this little bean was based on?” You asked curiously. 

“ When Lynette and I were street performers, we managed to run into a lot of stray cats. Lynette was shy, so most of them got along with her.” He said as he looked down to Grin-Malkin.

“But, there was one troublesome cat. He kept on running off with my hat. Apparently, it made for a better cat bed than anything. He would be curled up inside when I found it.” 

“ Eventually, I thought of replacing my old friend with a new hat. A hat that wouldn’t disappear when I didn’t tell it so. But, me and the cat came to a mutual agreement. I would bring him along to the show as a replica puppet!” He said with a proud smile. It slightly faltered however as he continued.

“During one particular performance, there was a little mishap that happened. I had forgotten a card in my deck and the trick required that one card that I misplaced.”

You winced at the second hand embarrassment. “Talk about bad luck. What did you do?” You asked. The kitty that you were petting now turned around to look up at Lyney. It looked interesting in his story. So now, it was you and the cat’s eyes on Lyney.

“Well, as I was coming up with an improvised outcome, out came this little guy.” He motioned down to the cat.

“!!!” It bounced slightly in the hat as the attention now was on it. 

“ He had the card that I had misplaced and was able to save the show. And ultimately, make it better. The crowd and even I wasn’t expecting such an outcome.” He shook his head. 

“Aww, so he became the star of the show.” You laughed. 

“!!!” The cat whirled around to face you again and puffed out its chest in pride. 

Lyney laughed alongside you. “ That’s one way to put it.” 

Once you calmed down you noticed that you didn’t feel as tired anymore. 

“ It looks like today is coming to a close.” Lyney said as he looked around. There were now very few people outside, and the sky had turned darker than earlier. The magician tapped the tiny tophat on the cat.

“Before today the curtains come to a close, let me send you off with a grand finale.” He whispered. 

The Grin-Malkin cat wiggled its tail and his paw came up to the brim of its own hat. The cat tipped its tophat to you before Lyney grabbed his own and placed it back atop it’s hat. 

“With your permission, could you close your eyes for me.” He said as he leaned in close to you, his hands behind his back. 

“Okay?” You smiled nervously.

You shut your eyes and saw darkness. You could still hear the rushing of water and a faint sound of chirping crickets. 

“Okay, no peeking until I tell you too.” You heard the magician. 

You waited for what would happen. You felt someone get closer to you. The ghostly presence of someone close to your face. You refrained from moving, yet your heart began to pick up its pace.

You felt something warm touch your cheek, and something soft tickle your ear. At the same time you felt stiffer material tap against you above your head. 

It came as quickly as it went, as you felt a small breeze and you could no longer feel the close presence. 

“Okay, open your eyes now.” You heard Lyney say. 

You opened and saw the magician in front of you with a warm smile. 

“Do you feel anything different? Perhaps something is missing!” He said in a cheery tone.

Your hand reached up to where you felt something earlier. 

“Huh?” 

There was something behind your ear. Carefully, your fingers outstretched and touched something soft. It was a delicate circlet of petals connected to a smooth stem. Looking up from the corner of your eye, you spotted a blur of prisma like colors. 

A blurb of pink and pastel yellow. 

“ A rose? How?” You quietly questioned.

“Mhm!” Lyney nodded enthusiastically. “ That is a rainbow rose. A beautiful flower that grows wild only within Fontaine.”

“Ah, thank you! It’s really pretty and soft.” You delicately felt a petal. Beneath the bloom, there were smaller outstretched petals that pressed against your temple. 

“ Have you found it yet? The thing I stole from you.” Lyney asked, tilting his head to the side.

You glanced back at him confused. You didn’t feel anything missing from you, as you checked your packets and around your person. 

Lyney’s eyes followed your attempts to look for the missing something, slightly amused. 

“Given up yet?”

You really couldn’t find anything off. 

“ Is this a trick question, because I don’t feel like anything was taken.” You asked.

Lyney raised a closed hand next to his face. He smirked mischievously. 

“How strange, because I have something of yours in the palm of my hand.” He teased me. “I’ll give you one more chance, could you guess what it is?”

You nodded. You guessed it was either a prop card or maybe some mora.

“ I give up, what is it?” 

Lyney opened his palm and there was…

Nothing.

“Ta-da! The thing I stole from you was your attention.” He exclaimed with glee. He walked over to me and extended his hand over to me. 

“Here you go, you can have it back now!”

 …

This little- 

You may have had the tiniest urge to smack his shoulder. Shaking off that urge, you huffed and played along. Once you reached his hand to get your ‘attention’ back, his finger’s gently encased your hand.

He bowed down dramatically and kissed the back of your palm. 

 Very discreetly, he cracked one eye open and glanced up at you. You had frozen in place and with a flustered face you could only stare. 

He had the gall to smirk and send you a wink. 

There was an odd sense of Dejavu, the memory of when you were approached by him after the magic show that evening. 

“And it seems that…I have stolen your heart as well ma chérie.” Lyney whispered. 

He gently let your hand fall back to your side as he stood back up. He had an innocent smile on his face. 

You just stared at him completely dazed.

It was quiet for a very. Long. Second.

Lyney’s pale face slowly became redder and redder although he did not move.

The awkwardness was beginning to thicken and soon Lyney couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ahem…Ahaha hah haa... D-Did you get it? Because I had you focused on me the entire time so I stole your attention right under your nose. And now I just did a chivalrous act to make you feel flustered! I didn’t go too far again did I?” He muttered as he brought a hand to his mouth and averted his eyes. 

His rambling snapped you out of your dazed phase and you suddenly became very aware as to how hot your face was. Lyney being in some sort of distress in front of you made you sputter out.

“Nononono, It’s fine! I was surprised, very surprised actually…er that was a nice trick there, very smart. So don’t worry about it.” You went ahead and leaned forward from the railing to look back at the fountain. Lyney might have gotten the message because he did the same.

After a few minutes of cooling down, you turned your head to look at Lyney and see if he was alright. His lilac eyes spotted you out of the corner, and he ducked under the brim of his hat. 

“I think it’s getting late, I’ll take the Aquabus back to the main city.” You said, there was a small tight feeling in your chest. You were sad as to how fast the day went, how fast you had to say goodbye. 

“Let me walk you back to the station then. It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly to let you walk back on your own this late.” Lyney offered, his voice sincere.

And so you did. The walk back was slightly quieter. Again, he became uncharacteristically quiet.

Was it because of what happened earlier? Did he feel like he did something wrong?

“You know I had fun today, right?” You began. 

“It was very kind of you to take me on a tour around the city. I got to learn about the nation, eat good food, spoil myself with samples and sweets, and saw many hats I didn’t even know existed.” you slightly laughed. You heard him laughing quietly too. 

“ I met your siblings, met your prop cat and I got to meet you in last evening's show.”

You might’ve never gone out today if you hadn’t met Lyney.

You might’ve never got to know his family if you hadn’t met Lyney.

You might’ve never gotten to meet Lyney like this if you weren’t picked to participate in the final act.

The more you thought about it, the more you became grateful that for some miracle of coincidence you were picked from the audience. 

“I’m really happy that I met you. You made my time here in Fontaine feel magical. I’ll keep this day close to my heart, if that’s okay with you.” You smiled happily, the giddy feeling making you feel all sorts of floaty.

Lyney said nothing, only humming in approval.

Once you had gotten to the station, there was already a bus sitting there. The tour guide, or Melusine as you later found out, was sitting and leaning against the bus. Once it heard the sound of footsteps it sat up quickly, it’s tall ears snapping up.

“Ah! Oh, all aboard the bus! No wait, that’s not it..uh- everyone boarding please be careful with your arms, feet and legs inside the boat!” It spoke, half asleep.

You turn to Lyney. “ Are you going to go back to the main city?”

He shook his head.

“ No, I think I’m going to go back to the Opera house. I hate to be the naggy brother, but I just want to make sure Lynette didn’t forget any of the props backstage.” 

“ Oh alright. I guess this is goodbye then.” 

You had the urge to hug him. You weren’t sure how busy the Magician might be tomorrow, but somewhere in the back of your mind you believed you wouldn’t see him again for a while. The thought once again made your chest feel tight. 

“ I believe so.” Lyney said quietly. 

Well, no point in delaying your leave. 

“Wha- HEY!” You heard Lyney yelp, and quickly you turn back to see what happened. His hat was off its what and seemed to zoom over to you. 

The Grin-Malkin cat drove the Top hat like some dune buggy as now right side up was swirled with pyro elemental energy.

The grinning cat raced in the sky towards you, there wasn’t enough time to get out of the way so you braced for impact. But it never came.

The hat had swerved around you, drifting mid air as the cat kept facing you. 

Suddenly the thing nudged itself into your face, the Grin-Malkin cat rubbing its pudgy dark body against you. You could almost hear purrs. 

“ Hello, nice to see you again.” You giggled as its ears tickled your chin. Wrapping an arm around it you used the other to scratch above its head. 

“!!!” 

Lyney got closer and smiled nervously. “ I think he likes you too much. It never usually takes off on it’s own.” 

He bent slightly down to be on the hat’s level and he put both his hands on his hip.

“Hey now! Come on, back up here alright?” he tried to sound like a scolding parent.

“!!!” The cat shook its tail in his face.

“I’m serious. C’mon, back on Lyney’s head” He pointed to his hat-less head of hair. 

“!!!” The cat dug itself deeper into your embrace. 

Lyney frowned. “ I know you like [Name], but they really have to go. It could be dangerous for them to be out in the streets this late. The sooner you let them go, the sooner they’ll go back safely.” He reasoned with a reassuring tone of voice.

The cat retracted itself from your hold and glanced down at Lyney. Having made up its mind the cat’s paws extended to you.

You tapped them both. “ Lyney’s right. I have to go. I’ll miss you too.” You leaned down and pressed a small peck on the robotic cat’s forehead. 

It wiggled and a paw came up to its hat and brought it down in an attempt to hide its face. Although its features couldn’t exactly express, it looked to be shy. 

Lyney had noticed and brought a hand up to his mouth to cover his snickers. 

The cat then ducked into the hat, disappearing from view. You looked inside the hat and it was empty. 

Grabbing it from in front of you, you flipped it right side up.

“Here, let me help.” You raised it above Lyney’s head. Slowly you set it down and secure it in its place. All the while doing it, Lyney had his soft lilac eyes on your face. 

Fixing the hat a bit, you dusted off any dirt that may have gotten on it. “There we go! Now you look as sharp as you usually do.” You grinned.

You didn’t notice but when you smiled, especially at such close proximity, Lyney couldn’t stop the flush of color rising in his face. 

You kept staring at his hat and his face as well to see if anything was out of place. 

Without realizing your hands hover just above his arms. You weren’t sure if this was right. Maybe ... .Everything was going a step too far. Just as you were gonna reel back, Lyney raised his hands to hover right beneath your arms.

Without saying much but a nod, you hugged.

His cape felt soft, and his arms held you with care and protectiveness. You smiled as your face dug into his shoulder. You felt the hard material of the brim bump your temple. 

He smelled like flowers and ash. An odd combination yet somewhat comforting.

For what felt like a full day, you two finally separated. He had a warm and sincere smile on his face. 

Most of his smiles are bright grins that could light up a room. 

But somehow after a while the spark is lost, and the smiles feel all the same. But this one, the one you saw before your eyes. No, this was different.

The kind of smile that was not rehearsed nor under scrutiny of the captive audience’s eye. 

This one felt raw, special, authentic. 

It made him look beautiful. 

Realizing you were staring, you stepped back.

“ I….really think I need to go, or the Melusine will go back to sleep.” You turned on your heel and headed towards the boarding area. Before you left you took a big breath in. the cold air of the night and mist sending a current of energy through you.

As you were about to step on the bus, you heard him walk behind you.

“When will you be leaving?”

“What?”

“When will you be leaving? You said you were here on holiday, so when will you go back?” He asked. 

You stopped and thought. When will I go back? 

Go back.

Do I want to go back?

Can I go back after having a taste of what the world is outside of what I once knew?

“I leave in two days. Two days, yes.” You managed to say out almost in a flat voice.

“Why do you want to know?” You asked, you hadn;t turn your back to face him.

I want to see you again.

“ No reason in particular. I just thought you would be around to watch me and my sister perform in three days at the courts theater.” He said, there was a cheapness to his voice.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go. I'm sorry.” 

“Yeah, Sounds like it.” Lyney dejectedly said. 

You step onto the bus and Melusine shoots up on it’s tiny feet. 

“ Leaving Marcotte Station!” They yelled. You sat down on one of the benches. You didn;t have the heart to look at Lyney as the bus started to move along the river.

You did however outstretched your hand behind your ear. The rose was still there. 

“ Ah, a rainbow rose? Oh oh! Did you have someone propose to you?” the Mesuline asked. 

“Wh-What?! What do you mean by ‘propose?!’ ” You shrieked. The Melusine set comfy on top it’s little pedestal.

“Oopsie, I’m sorry you probably don’t know the rumored implications of that rose do you?” They asked, tilting their head as their ears flopped to the side.

You shook your head.

“Well, since you're my only passenger for tonight, I suppose it’s okay for me to add on to the guidelines. And I’m tired right now.” It yawned.

“ When someone gifts you a Rainbow Rose, much like the one on you, it usually symbolizes passion and romantic encounters. It’s very common for couples here to gift each other a single rainbow rose or a bouquet of a dozen roses as a way to express their devotion to one another.” The Melusine mused. 

“Oh.”

“ But it’s also used to express platonic love for a dear friend or family. Flower gifting is a language that revolves around love no matter which kind.” It said happily. 

It hummed a little tune, and the boat sailed along.

“ But for it to be placed behind the ear, someone may be interested in you. Romantically I mean, haha.”

Oh dear…you might realize what the nickname he gave you means now.

“Ah- AHCHOO!” You covered your face as you sneezed.

“ Bless you!” the Melusine said.

You sniffled. Maybe it was the cold. 

Lyney had stood there watching the Aquabus get farther and farther away. He had his hat to his chest. 

He quickly placed his hat back on his head and walked back to the garden path.

There was no one around. He was alone.

Had his siblings made it back home yet? Probably.

The steps of his boots bore a fast and rhythmic pattern as he stepped.

His lips were in a flat line. His mind was preoccupied on many things. 

His sister, his brother, the rest of his siblings, “Father” and you.

You. He shook his head. 

He had a blast today. Although he had known Fontaine all his life, he practically lived on the stone walkways for a good part of his life, he never saw it like he did today. It felt new to him, a wondrous view!

Like that of an innocent curious child. Something that he never thought he would experience ever in his life.

He snapped away the thought. 

He made it past the fountain in front of the Opera House. Getting past the gates and the lonely lobby he made it into the audience area.

He had met you here. 

From when he was looking for a willing participant, he spotted you amongst the sea of eager people. 

He spotted you. You weren’t a local, perhaps a tourist. You intrigued him.

Foreigner’s often brought in the best source of intel. A web of secrets and truths hidden beneath the veil of illusions. The normal people and Magicians were similar in that aspect, despite the other living in ignorance. 

He never would have expected you to complete the trick well. Oftentimes, stage fright took a hold of the non troupe assistance, some on the spot improv would be on set in case the trick went off the rails. 

That is why Lyney wouldn’t often pick from the audience. It was a rare occasion. 

He would seek you out. Get you into a sense of comfortability, his silver tongue had a way of making people profess their hearts out to him. 

The world was a stage to him, and thus he must always perform his best. At least, that is what “Father” told him. 

You didn’t have much useful information. He was hoping for something more scandalous or perhaps a secret you were ashamed of. Instead, you were just some person seeking out the world that you never had stepped foot in despite being born into it. 

And yet.

Lyney sat down on one of the cushy seats of the audience area. He crossed on foot atop the other.

Why had he stayed with you today?

Perhaps he was afraid of seeing you upset if he left suddenly to shop for props he needed.

Maybe, he didn’t want to go back on his promise he made to you backstage. 

Maybe, he didn’t want to see your angry face if you found out the initial reason he asked you out. 

Lyney looked around, his eyes wandered to the stage. No one was performing. It was empty. The spotlight wasn’t shining down. It was devoid and completely useless to its intended purpose at the moment. 

Lyney had purposefully left out key information when you had asked about his background in magic.

You didn’t need to know of the desperate times where he pushed through with a smile while the tummies of he and his sister gurgled for food.

You didn’t need to know the cruelty of Nobility and their disgusting greed and wicked selfishness. 

You didn’t need to know about the House and the Fatui.

And you didn’t need to know about “Father”. 

Lyney exhaled. 

All of that would probably make you look down on him with disgust and fear. He much preferred to see a beautiful smile on you.

He didn’t need to see you again. You were useless to “Father”, to the grand scheme of he and his sibling’s mission. You would be a distraction, and distractions lead to silly avoidable mistakes.

Yes, that’s what “Father” would say to him.

And yet.

Lyney scrunched his face. He didn’t like feeling like this. He thought he was over this. After all, he had a home and a supportive family now. He shouldn't feel like this, he had his sister, little brother and the other younger ones to look after. 

And yet he wanted to see you again.

You made him feel like he had freedom. It wasn’t like the one he was granted when he and Lynette were free from being street rats. And strangely enough, it wasn’t like the freedom “Father” granted him when she took him away from the cruel mansion. 

He felt bliss with you. He felt like how the audience looked in the countless times he performed on stage.

Was that how it felt like to live normally? To live in bliss and ignore the world’s harsh reality, even for a few moments.

He used to stutter a lot as a young boy. Whenever his juvenile performances went wrong or a slip of the tongue in pronouncing large words. 

Yet he seemed to awfully flustered around you a lot of the time. 

He even gave you a Rainbow Rose of all things. 

It’s what felt the most appropriate he thought.

“ Oh no..” 

The realization hit him like a Mitachurl’s Axe.

“ Father is definitely going to kill me if she ever finds out about this. Lynette might as well.” He cried. 

“ACHOO!” 

“Ugh, I should’ve gotten out of the port sooner. I might come down with a cold.” He sniffled.

‘Maybe someone’s thinking of me.’ He thought. 

Before you went into your room, you had asked the reception for a vase you could borrow. They immediately noticed the flower on you and gave you a sneaky glance. Ignoring them, you went and filled the vase with water.

Before going to bed you placed the rose in the vase, on your nightstand so when the morning came it would get sun.

The last thing you saw when you fell into slumber was the rose. The memory of that charming magician is still vivid in your mind.

Perhaps, you could delay your trip back home.

After all, 

He did steal your heart and had yet to give it back.  

A/N: CWNCWNCONCON I WAS KICKING MY FEET AND CRYING WHEN I WORTE SOME PARTS CBKEBCIB The Fonatine siblings have a choke hold on me fr. Fontaine water giving that same energy that 3 am cold crispy tap water- I'm now tempted to make a Lynette x F!Reader fluff were they have a nice little tea party and make paper flower arrangements like cottage core girlfriends Tags: @b0rninh3ll @yukiaei @xiaossocksniffer @nayumeas @scarletrosesposts @sol3chu @rionah @jar-03

[xiaoscarasimp]

A Small bit of Cat boi Smut

*drops another piece of smut and runs away*

yeah so uh this was a lot of fun there will be a part 2. This was supposed to take a lot more twists and turns but decided to hold off

Minors DNI pls

Cw:(oh lord where do we start?)

Afab!reader, cat girl reader,smut, degradation, praise, pet play, cat boi scara, cat boi lyney, magic, ooc,three some anal, SiZe KiNk

It was a mistake to try and get involved with the weird twink from Fontaine. He told you he'd come home and "cast magic on you and your significant other to help boost the relationship," So how did it end up like this? 

Your cat boy, Scaramouche, had you pinned up against a wall with your arms above your head, eyes heavily lidded, hazed with lust. You, on the other hand, had grown cat ears and tail and where you were normally taller than him, he now was towering over you. He was always strong to begin with, but now with your reduced size, he seemed even stronger. You squirmed trying to escape his grasp, but actually couldn’t.

You could see the magician Lyney in the background laughing at the whole situation, commenting how cute you looked. When asked how he did this or why, the only response he could give was that it “was something you both wanted.”

Scaramouche ran his thumb across your cheek and then across your lips, admiring how cute you had become. His tail coiled itself multiple times around your wrists and while you tried to get free, your tail had other ideas: namely wrapping itself around the catboy's wrist. Your face turned beet red, not understanding why your body was responding the way it was. As the situation stood: you should be scared shitless, but why were you so turned on? Was it fear? Was it because you had a secret degradation fetish?

“I always knew you’d make an excellent cat girl,” Scaramouche says in a husky growl in your now very sensitive ear. His breath sent shivers down your spine, heat pooling in your lower half.  “But smaller than me too? Can’t wait to feel how tight you are now.” He throws you on the bed and then gets on top of you, caging you between his arms. There was absolutely no escape now. 

“Scaramouche, this isn’t right,” you manage to choke out. “It’s that weird magician’s fault. He’s the on-” You felt a hand on your throat, and tail in your mouth, gagging you.

“Don't. Ever. Speak. Of. Another. Man. In. Front. Of. Me.” Scaramouche’s ears press against his head. He has always been the jealous type, but with whatever magic the Fontaine guy had been working on both of you, the jealousness and possessiveness had been amplified. You see Lyney in the background, laughing hysterically, but this time he had given himself cat ears and tail to match you and your cat boy. He smirks at you, saying how hot this all was, but Scaramouche didn’t seem to hear him; he was trapped in his own lust.

Scaramouche starts undressing you, first with his eyes, but then his hands move their way up your smaller body, taking your shirt along with them. It was an easy task since your clothes hadn’t shrunk along with you; everything was loose on you, a few sizes too big. You press your thighs together, trying to not let him take off your pants, but they were already halfway around your knees. Despite the fact you moan “no, don’t do this,” you can’t deny you’re very turned on by all of this. 

Lyney comes up behind Scaramouche, and whispers something in his ears, causing a wicked grin to appear on his face. The bluenette cat boy then slides your panties off, commenting how pretty your pussy was and how he wanted to ravage it immediately. You weren’t that much smaller than normal, but still worried if you could take him at your current size, because while the cat boy wasn’t huge by any means, he wasn’t exactly small either.

Scaramouche undresses himself, starting with taking his overshirt off slowly, revealing a black skin tight shirt that makes him look absolutely divine. He then slid down his shorts, revealing boxers already wet with pre cum. He was just so excited to ravage a pretty little cat girl. A pretty little cat girl, made just for him. 

He buries his face in your sex, moaning that it tastes sweeter than normal, but what really surprises you is that Lyney comes around and runs his hands up and down your body, pinching your erect nipples. Your tail thrashes from all the over stimulation, wanting more and for it to stop at the same time. Scaramouche swats Lyney’s hands away from your body, scowling at the audacity of the magician to touch his beloved property. 

“You’re not allowed to touch her until I’m done with her pussy,” Scaramouche growls. Lyney smirks, then comes around the cat boy, running his hands up and down his body this time, touches feather light, pinching his nipples gently causing the already horny cat boy to moan and become impossibly more erect. Scaramouche positions himself upright on the bed and pulls you up on his lap, kissing  and biting your collarbone, hands still savoring your body. 

“You said I couldn’t touch her, but you never said I couldn’t touch you,” Lyney says seductively, kissing the tattoo on the back of Scaramouche’s neck. His hands moved down to stroke the base of bluenette’s tail, causing his weeping member to thrust itself between your legs, causing you to gasp in pleasure. 

"Oh, gods, I want to be in your tight little pussy," Scaramouche moans,thrusting between your legs, catching a bit more of your slick with each thrust. "Since you're a cat girl now, meow for me."

"Nyaa~" As you do a traditional cat girl pose, you can feel whatever dignity you had left dying. That was enough to get Scaramouche to start kissing you roughly, tongues battling it out in your mouth. Lyney’s hands move from stroking Scaramouche’s tail to slightly pulling on your tail, causing you to moan in your lover's mouth. 

"Such a pretty little pet for me," your cat boy admires your neediness. "You know what a good pet needs? A collar, claiming that you are mine." At this point, Lyney conjures up a collar with a tag that says "Property of Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth," and buckles it securely around your neck. 

"Look what a good pet she is for you," Lyney cooed in Scaramouche’s ear. "Oh, how the tables have turned. The master becomes the pet." 

You scowl at the two of them laughing at you. The magician’s eyes were ravenging you, wondering what acts he could convince your cat boy to do next. He had his own ideas swirling around in his head, and was wondering if your partner had any of the same ideas. 

Scaramouche was still thrusting between your legs, the tip threatening to slip in. You were getting extremely turned on by this, wanting his cock inside you more and more with every thrust. He could pick up on this feeling, and quite honestly he felt the same. 

However! He also wanted to hear you beg. Normally, you were in charge, but this time, this time he had a small cat girl sitting on his lap, moaning with every thrust between her legs. 

"You want me, don't you?" He moans through kissing. "I'll give it to you if you beg." You can see Lyney smiling, egging you on as he pulls your hair, stimulating you even further. As you attempt to use the thrusting motion as means to try and alleviate the growing heat pool in your abdomen, Scaramouche just stops.

"Ah ah ah," He tuts. "You don't get off with out me, and you don't get me unless you beg." 

"Please," you pitch your voice a bit higher than normal, swallowing your pride. "Please

 I n-need you to help me." The mix of juices between your legs was electrifying. What ever magic the Fontaine man had cast made stimulation even better than normal.

"Good girl." He allows you to lift yourself up and insert his cock into your needy hole. "Aanh~. You were tight before, but this is a whole 'nother level. Such a tiny cat girl pussy, made just for me."

As you slide down his length, you couldn't help but to feel fuller than normal, your walls clenching his cock more vigorously than usual. He's not small by any means, but with your reduced size, it felt like it was going to stretch you out, to break you.

 Scaramouche allows you to bottom out and adjust to his size before thrusting, causing you to cum almost immediately. 

"Such a good little whore you are," He purrs in your ear. "Cumming from insertion alone? You must have really needed it, didn-" You yank his head down and start kissing him passionately again. Reduced size or not, you didn’t have to pull very hard to make him come down to devour your lips. 

“I still haven’t gotten my high yet, so just bear with me darling,” He manages to rasp. “I can almost see where my dick is inside you. You’re taking it like a good little whore. Just for me: a good little whore just for me.”  As he thrusts deep inside you, he swears he can see a slight bulge in your stomach from where his dick was kissing your womb.

“F-fuckk,” Scaramouche groans and releases his load, pulling your hair right behind your cat ears, and painting your insides creamy white. Although he had just cum, he was still impossibly hard. Lyney murmurs something in your partner’s ear once more, and you start to feel a bit worried. Whatever the two cat boys were discussing could never be good, especially when Scaramouche smiled like a wicked cheshire cat.

You start to feel an icy hot feeling, cooling but burning at the same time and Scaramouche’s cock was expanding your insides. How was it possible to get even bigger after cumming? 

No. Wait. Lyney shrunk you. Again. 

“Oh, wow,” Scaramouche gasps, eyes even more hazed with lust. “An even tinier cat girl to fuck senseless. If I wasn’t fucking your womb before, I surely am now.” His hand cups your cheek, although at this point, his hands are huge compared to you. 

“Lyney? Why did you do this to me?!” You exclaim as Scaramouche starts thrusting into you; you could barely take his length at this size. Your stomach starts bulging with each thrust, his cock definitely in your womb. 

"Look at you, pregnant with my cock," he coos. "What a good little slut, taking in my cock."

Lyney laughs and snaps his fingers and his clothes disappear. The blond then sits around behind you and pushes you towards your own cat boy's chest, grabbing Scaramouche's face and kissing him, tongues swirling in their mouths. A bit of spit drops on your face as you look up at the two moaning boys making out.

All of sudden, you feel something wet prod your ass. Turns out, Lyney had licked his pinky finger before kissing Scaramouche and was prodding your rear end with it. The one finger almost barely fits, and you can feel your insides being rearranged. At the same time, Scaramouche forcibly opens your mouth and tells you to suck on his fingers.

"Annhh. Imagine how good your tiny mouth would feel on my dick, " He moans through kissing the blonde. Only one finger would fit in your mouth, and you lick it and suck on it like it was a lifeline. You moan while sucking on his delicate digits and being fucked in both holes, sending both cat boys even further towards the edge. 

You try to mention something about bodily injury of being fucked at this size, but couldn't make anything out due to the pleasure overriding your brain.

"Never worry, my dear," Lyney says behind you. "The magic protects your insides. Although, my eyes are on the handsome one that is currently inside of you." 

He thrusts his pinky a few more times in your ass before pushing you and Scaramouche backwards on the bed; you almost fall off your partner, but Lyney sandwiching you between the two cat boys keeps you in place. The raven-haired cat boy looks incredulously at the blonde, wondering what was going to happen next, as if he didn't know. 

Lyney conjures up some lube and puts the other cat boy's knees closer to his head for easier access to the bluenette’s hole. You crash into your lover's chest and give his nipple a small nibble and a few flicks of the tongue, making him moan your name. There was a deep rumble in his chest that could be confused with rolling thunder, but it was just him purring and moaning at the stimulation. 

As Lyney stuck his own cock in Scaramouche’s ass, you suck on his nipple even harder, biting and groping the area around it. The cat boy moans even louder as the blond bottoms out. Lyney’s pinky finger returns to your ass, going in easier this time. Their tails intertwine, and Lyney starts thrusting into your lover's needy hole and at the same time Scaramouche bucks his hips into you. He uses his large hands to keep you from falling off, but eventually sits you up, detaches you from his nipple, and demands that you suck on his finger again. 

You suck and moan on his finger, nearly cumming with every thrust that Scaramouche pumps into you. Your cat boy starts babbling about how good this all feels;the angle of Lyney’s cock hitting his prostate, the tiny cat girl pussy around his dick and her lewd mouth having its way with his fingers. It was all too good. 

"Aa~~ r-right there," the cat boy moans. "F-faster!....yes….I-I'm cumming again~" Lyney thrusts even faster, causing your tiny body to bounce up and down on your lover's cock, and both you and Lyney cum at the same time, causing Scaramouche to cum yet again. 

Basking in the afterglow, Lyney restores you to your normal size and makes your cat ears and tail disappear. You weren’t going to lie: the cat ears and tail had to be your favorite part of the whole experience….and being fucked at reduced size was pretty nice as well.

The three of you pass out on the bed, Scaramouche on your right side and Lyney on your left, and each one of them cuddling you, both wishing to do that again.

You awake to two small cat boys on either side, each one about half the size of a normal human. One with raven hair, the other with platinum blonde. You smile.

"Good morning, darlings." 

[the-commonplace-book]

omg Lyney's elemental burst name is a pun in Chinese about hat (mao) and cat (mao) and something else that I don't know because I only know a sprinkle of chinese, but that also is pronounced mao

so in Chinese his elemental burst is "Mao Mao Mao" and i'm losing my mind over this

[calmbigdipper]

Twinning!

[mythicmalasada]

so i made an entire longpost explaining why my scaraney brainrot is real and tender and why i’m insane . but i decided these shitposts would convey my emotions better

[lyneyselfship]

[rinnereii]

Pixiv

[jomteaaa]

here's a lyney to bless ur day 🤗🤗

[definitely-a-plant]

Hey Hoyo. Where's our cat boys?? The sibling set from Fontaine has a cat girl. Why does Lynette have cat ears and a tail but her siblings, Lyney and Freminet, do not. Why. Give us cat boys hoyoverse. You can do dog and fox boys but not cat? Are Lynette's ears and tail fake? I need answers.

[hcttrick]

Muses in Animal Verses:

Lyney:

Or

(To join his sister Lynette in color scheme ❤)

Freminet:

[allykakamatsu]

Sprite Edits Part 2

Aka, I continue my AU edits by making Lyney look like he should've if god hadn't nerfed him (cat ears-)

[xiaoscarasimp]

Smol Bit of Cat Boy Smut 2

Lyney managed to come home ^^

Since you guys ate up the last one, here's pt 2, but this time even longer ^^

I notice the small amount of genshin smut of this variety(ie macor/micro etc). I do plan on writing more, but let me know what you think.

CW: (somehow even more than the last one) MINORS DNI

AFAB!reader, cum eating, cum as plot device, gags, anal, threesome, piv sex, oral, masturbation, consensual voyeurism, pet names, pet names as degradation, SiZe KiNk

Well, it was safe to say: one of the cat boys was about half size, the other slightly larger. Scaramouche, being the smaller of the two, sleepily drifted over to you, his small hands on your tit,snoozing happily away, probably not realizing that he had shrunk. Lyney, on the other hand, was awake, back turned towards you, tail draped over your thigh, probably embarrassed.

"Awwwahh!" you exclaimed. "You guys are so cuuute! Just the right size for cuddling. But, Lyney, I thought the magic was only supposed to be for last night? Why are you guys small this morning?"

"Well you see..."Lyney laughs nervously, rubbing his hand behind his head. "I used up a lot of magic last night, so rebound is a thing, thus leaving me like this. I'm not sure why Scara was shrunk as well. Do you feel anything abnormal?"

"Not that I can think of, minus the fact I want to squeeze you guys super tight." You laugh, then realize that the situation was probably messed up. "Either way: will you and Scara return to normal?"

Lyney thinks on it for a second. "So I'm going to have to do some research, but I'm fairly certain we can get back to normal."

You agree, and start to try and get up to make breakfast, but the smaller of the cat boys still had enough strength to hold you down to cuddle you even more. His hand was gently kneading your boob, and his head was nuzzling your chest. Scaramouche's ear and tail twitched happily, as if he were having a good dream. You try to tap his head lightly to try to wake him up, but the cat boy was too deep in slumber.

"Scara," you groan gently. "I need to get up and make breakfast."

"Nngn," Scaramouche sleepily moans. "My breakfast is right here." He starts sucking on your nipple. "Have your boobs gotten bigger?"

"So, uh, Scara. Don't be alarmed but the magic from last night apparently rebounded," you stammer. "So uh, my boobs haven't gotten bigger…you've uh, shrunk."

"Mhmm, whatever you say." He drifts off again. You exchange looks with Lyney, both of you wordlessly agreeing that Scaramouche would be in for a bit of a surprise when he fully wakes up. With Lyney's help, you managed to roll the blue haired cat boy off your chest so you could go make them breakfast.

Although your bed wasn't high off the ground, you still helped Lyney down just in case.

Now that you thought about it: Would cat boys land on their feet like a real cat if they fell?

You couldn't have the blonde walking around your house naked, so you quickly find a shirt for him to put on. Lyney struggles to get it on at first, but eventually manages to get his arms and head through the right holes. The shirt isn't overly big on you, but it looks like he's wearing one of those shirt dresses, although this shirt dress has anime characters on it. You set aside one of Scaramouche’s favorite shirts for when he wakes up, hoping to soothe his rage when it eventually strikes. 

Lyney magics up some books on magic while you're cooking breakfast, trying to figure out how to reverse everything. The stack of books was impressive enough, but compared to how small he was now, it looked even more comical. His hands could barely hold some of the bigger reference books and had to end up using the other books to hold the one he was reading up. His eyes were a blur while he was reading, ears twitching impatiently, and ends up slamming each book shut after he was done reading.

"There's nothing!" Lyney cries. "The magic I used last night wasn't that abnormal, it was just to shrink you, give you cat ears and tail, and stimulate pleasure. I didn't think I cast any on myself or Scara, but maybe ... it has to do with how much we came? But no, that can't be right…." He continues theorizing under his breath when you hear a scream.

Yup, he's awake. You dread having to explain everything to him, so you drag Lyney back upstairs to explain everything. Getting upstairs is a bit of a challenge for the shrunken cat boy, though he still manages to get up there rather quickly.

"Y/n what in the ever living fuck happened to me?!" Scaramouche seethes. "Why am I Like this?!" He rages for a few minutes, and when he finally calms down, Scaramouche puts on his shirt, which falls off one of his shoulders. Lyney explains his theories on the situation. 

"Hmm, that's great and all but why are you wearing one of her shirts? Also why aren't you the same size as me? Why am I the smallest?" Scaramouche glares up at the blonde, eyes filled with rage and confusion. He completely ignores Lyney’s theories and continues asking questions. You try to explain that you left him with one of his favorite shirts, but the smaller cat boy wasn't taking that answer, so you find one of your favorite shirts instead. This shirt was light blue with different characters than Lyney's shirt, however it still hung off Scaramouche even worse than it did the blonde. 

You couldn't help but to laugh; these two were just so adorable, shrunken like this. It made you want to hug and squeeze them. You ruffle their cat ears as you finish breakfast although to your dismay, their appetites haven't shrunk. Lyney was still reading the magic guides while daintily eating a bagel with cream cheese while Scaramouche was devouring eggs and bacon. You unfortunately didn't have little forks and knives for them to use, so watching them try to use the utensils was quite comical.

"Aha! I got it!" Lyney shouts through the silence of breakfast. "It does have to do with the fact we participated in sexual acts last night. Apparently semen has a reactive effect with the magic, thus why we shrank, but if we follow rules of science 101, no matter can be created or destroyed, it can only change form. So by that stretch,  y/n should be huge by now after how much you came in her, but she's still normal size. Well, she's huge to us now, but normal relative to everything." 

"So in other words: we found what possibly caused the problem, but not how to solve it," you say slowly. 

"I swear to God, if the answer is me fucking you the answer is no," Scaramouche starts fuming again,looking away from the two of you. 

Lyney grabs Scaramouche’s tiny face, a smug look on his face. "Only one way to find out, darling." 

"L-let go of me, yo-" He was cut off by a deep passionate kiss from the magician. Although he was making vocal protests against being kissed, his tail and ears betrayed how he really felt; he was enjoying it to the fullest. The tail starts to feel around for Lyney, and then wraps itself around his wrist. The blonde's hands ran down the smaller boys body, eventually finding themselves near his nether regions and started palming his groin. The bluenette was already a moaning, hot sticky mess, cock leaking precum through the shirt, and eyes starting to become hazed with lust.

As they continue to make out, you start to feel a heat pulling at your stomach. It honestly felt like you were watching something that you weren't supposed to; all the more reason was it was arousing. Your cat boy: a hot little mess in a big way; the blonde twink that stayed the night last night: having the upper hand, a more controlled hot mess. And you: the onlooker, face red, almost wanting in on the action.

No, I can't, you groan to yourself. They've gotta get things back to normal.

"Imagine y/n looking at us, touching herself to the sound of your moans," Lyney whispers in the smaller cat boy's ear, breath sending shivers down his spine. "I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?" 

Scaramouche’s face turns beet red, and starts to become flustered. The idea of watching you masturbate while getting fucked was just adding to the stimulation of his cock being groped. Before he knew it, he had already cum all over the shirt you lent him. 

As Lyney predicted, the magic was affected by cum, and as soon as your cat boy came, he started shrinking. It was just surreal; he was already little more than half size this morning, but now he was probably a little bit less than half size. The shirt is only a few inches off the floor, one shoulder completely out of the shirt. 

"Dude, what the fuck?!" He screams. "Change me back. Right. This. Instant!" 

"Hmm," Lyney hums, putting a finger on his cheek, as if contemplating an amusing idea. "How about we have a bit more fun first. First off though, our dear assistant for the show needs some proper, how shall we say, equipment." You feel a familiar sensation of the cat ears and tail sprouting from your body. They wiggle and twitch uncontrollably at first, but then you get a hang of how to move them again.

"Now, for our next act, we must head to the bedroom. My dear assistant y/n: will you help our darling Scaramouche up the stairs? Seems like it'll be a rather large challenge for him right now." You nod and kneel down to pick him up. Scaramouche hisses at you, embarrassed that he is so helpless and covered in his own cum. 

As you arrive upstairs, Lyney instructs you to place the boy in your arms on the bed sitting upright, and for you to sit on the bed with him. He then climbs on the bed and magics up a small O ring gag, and places it in Scaramouche’s mouth, tying the straps snuggly on his head. A few grunts of protest were uttered through the gag, tears at the corners of his eyes, but was quickly silenced with Lyney tutting at Scaramouche, telling him that if he wants everything to return to normal again that he needs to be quiet and let this operation run its course. Of  course, since he wasn't a complete scumbag, he told the gagged boy that if something is too much for him to tap his left ear twice with his tail, providing the condition that his tail will always be free while he was gagged. After that, Lyney and Scaramouche agreed upon a safe word: "Barbatos."

With that settled, Lyney got himself up on the bed, and lifted his shift up, revealing his own erect cock, dripping with precum, and placing it in the smaller cat boy's face. Scaramouche tried to turn his face away from the alluring member when the dominant one grabbed his face and placed the tip through the ring, causing the recipient to gag and have even more tears at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over. 

"N-now my dear viewer, your job is to watch me fuck your cat boy's face senseless. But you are not allowed to touch yourself until I say so," Lyney directs, moaning from the stimulation so far. He wanted to cum instantly, but he wanted to have his fun first. "And you, dear Scara, are to use your tiny little mouth to please me." 

He pulls the tip out of the ring and lays back, inviting Scaramouche between his legs to service his throbbing member. The smaller starts off with little kitten licks through the ring, holding the shaft in his tiny hands. He licks the underside, causing Lyney to shiver with pleasure.

"H-holy fuck," Lyney swears. "You're gonna make me cum before we even fuck y/n." 

This was an invitation for the provider to put the recipient's cock back through the ring, taking about half it down his throat before the gag reflex kicked in. Despite feeling overwhelmed by the amount of cock in his mouth, Scaramouche still felt heat pulling at his stomach, his hands starting to go towards his own sex, when Lyney pulled his hands away and placed them on his own dick. 

"We c-can't have you getting any smaller before I cum. Now, work your tiny mouth, and I'll show you what a real magician can d-do." He is almost at his peak. Lyney grabs Scaramouche’s hair and slams his face down to the pubic mound. 

"M-mmpf!!" Scaramouche groans, not expecting to take the whole thing all at once. He tried to gag a bit, but the length was taking up his entire throat, the smell and taste consuming his entire being. 

"Now, y/n, c-come around b-behind him and touch him using o-only your thumb and i-index finger." Lyney is close, almost not coherent enough to give instructions.

Doing as he said, you grab the choking boys small length, between your two fingers, using your index finger to run up and down the underside, and the thumb to balance it. He started bucking between your fingers in rhythm with Lyney's thrusts in his mouth, desperate for his release, despite knowing the consequences. 

"G-good boy, Sc-scara," the magician praises. "Atta boy. Cum for me!" 

Scaramouche’s throat and mouth is painted white by the cum; Lyney must have really been holding it in. He starts shrinking with a blissed out look on his face. His ears and tail twitching happily. As he cums, Scaramouche starts to grow a bit, but the process is halted the second he cums on your fingers. He slumps down on the bed, panting, white all over the ring gag. His tail resting against your leg and ears are turned happily off to the side.

The magician is panting like he'd just ran a marathon. "N-now, lick his cum, y/n. I'm curious what it will do. But first," He snaps his fingers and you are now wearing a black lace lingerie set, complete with garterbelt and thigh-high stockings. You gasp in surprise; he truly was a magician. 

You lick his fluids hesitantly, wincing at the taste when you feel a sudden burning sensation go through your body, making you shift your legs trying to relieve it. Your tail twitches a bit, but then you realize something: your breasts are now threatening to spill over the bra. Everything seems a bit…smaller. 

"Lyney, what did you do?" You question the blonde slowly. "Why did you shrink everything around me?"

"No, no darling- you just got a slight bit bigger is all," He corrects you. Lyney and Scaramouche gaze upon you in awe, Lyney seeing both a playground and a buffet, Scaramouche seeing his master tower over him.

Lyney removes Scaramouche's gag, causing the latter to cough and readjust his jaw a bit. The blonde then grabs Scaramouche’s face again and makes out with him, both cat boys moaning into each other's mouths. The bluenette then manages to push Lyney backwards into the bed, pinning him, an easier feat now that they were about the same size. Their tails intertwine and Scaramouche ruts his throbbing cock up against Lyney's, desperate for relief. The sounds of them kissing and making out make you feel a heat pooling in your abdomen and your pussy to get wetter by the minute. 

"Ah-ah-ah," the blonde twink tuts, pulling away from the kissing assault. Noticing how wet you were getting, he motions towards your dripping sex."We have a whole feast in front of us."

He crawls over, motions for you to spread your legs, and then kisses the inside of your left thigh. His little lips felt like butterfly kisses: tickling but soothing at the same time. The kisses run up and down your thigh, with a few nibbles in between. You try to close your legs at the stimulation, but somehow, the small cat boy has enough strength to keep your legs open; or maybe you weren’t really using that much effort. As more kisses are planted on your thigh, your moans start slipping through your lips.

Scaramouche’s eyes dilate at the sight in front of him: his master’s towering form being worshiped by another person; a cat boy at that. The urge to shove the other cat boy away was strong, but the desire to please you was even stronger. He roughly grabs your right thigh and chomps down on it. You yelp a bit in surprise, but the tiny cat boy’s mouth is not strong enough to draw blood. As he starts to suck on your thigh, you start to moan even more; the double attack on your thighs was almost too much.

Sensing this, Scaramouche makes the first move to your pussy that was peeking out from the soaked thong. He nibbles up your thigh, and eventually moves the panties out of the way, revealing your soaked pussy. The cat boy hesitantly looks at it, enraptured by the smell, and decides to give it a lick. The smell, the taste, the texture, everything sent shivers down his spine; it was so overwhelmingly sweet that he could not get enough of it. Scaramouche gives your clit a few small licks before deciding to suck on it. 

At first, you thought nothing of it, but once he started sucking on the enlarged nub, you can’t help but grab his head and shove him even further into your crotch. Lyney, on the other hand, climbs onto your stomach, pulls your boob out of the bra, and starts suckling on itt; his tiny mouth barely fitting around the hard nipple. The blonde tries to swirl his tongue around it, but realizes that his mouth is a bit too small; instead, he settles on sucking on it while kneading the breast itself. You can’t help but to moan a little bit; nipple play was honestly one of your biggest turn ons. 

“You know what would make this even better, darling?” Lyney asks, eyes glazed over with lust. “Taking your boobs and squishing me between them.” 

Not sure how to feel about this, you do as he says, and he looks as content as he can be. You decide to tease him a bit and move your breasts up and down, massaging him between them. Lyney eventually turns on his stomach and lets you tease his member a little bit before cumming on you. He did not care that he was going to shrink; he was just happy he was able to suckle on you and give you pleasure. 

Scaramouche starts to move his tongue faster and faster over your clit, his little teeth grazing it every other lick. Combined with the magician sucking on your boob, it was only a matter of time before you became a babbling mess. You beg for your cat boy to go faster, bucking your hips into his face. 

"O-oh god," He moans. The poor cat boy was so pussy drunk he couldn't make coherent thoughts. "In. I. W-want. In." Scaramouche moans through licks. 

"Have at," you manage to moan, and with that you feel something wet prod your entrance. It took Scaramouche only two or three thrusts before he came, mostly from anticipation of being inside you. Like the twink who came before him, he started to whittle away in size. 

You, on the other hand, started to grow again, fire spreading down your nerves. You could hear the lingerie set that Lyney had conjured up start to rip and fray; your breasts swelling to spill over the bra, and the garterbelt straps start to snap.

"H-hey, Lyney?" You nervously say. "I'm not gonna, uh, outgrow the house am I? I'm already bigger than the bed. Also where is Scara? I can't see him; he's too small."

"You'll be fine!" Lyney was still laying on your chest, curled up like a cat. "All you gotta do is cum and everything will (hopefully) be back to normal." He snaps his fingers and you feel ridiculously warm. "There, I enhanced arousal making it easier for you to finish."

Scaramouche peeks his head from between your thighs, ears facing forward, alert. He then climbs up your stomach to where Lyney is laying and sits in a W position. 

You have a brilliant idea: you take your finger and run it along Lyney's tiny chin, tilting his face towards yours. "You're a magician right? Put on a show for me, using Scara as a prop. On my chest." 

Lyney and Scaramouche look at each other, eyes wide. Their eyes seemed to convey the message is she really asking us to fuck each other on her enormous chest? 

Lyney crawls over to Scaramouche, and starts kissing his already abused mouth. The bluenette didn't have the energy to push him away, so he melts into the kisses. The blonde pushes Scaramouche backwards against your boob and places his leg between Scaramouche’s, rubbing his yet again erect cock.

You start to purr, chest rumbling the two small boys on your chest. It was all too hot. You hands move down towards your clit, stroking it in a swirling motion. The motion starts slow, but gets steadily faster.

Another idea pops in Lyney's head:what if he and Scaramouche rub their cocks on your nipple? They climb up your boob and sit on either side of your nipple and for once, Scaramouche initiates the making out by grabbing his jaw and pulling it towards his face. He runs his tongue across the blonde's teeth and then forces it in his mouth. 

As you're watching them rut their cocks against your tit, the swirling motions on your clit increase in speed. You then use your other hand to grope the boob that the small cat boys weren't on, pinching and squeezing the nipple. Then, you started moaning both their names, demanding that they grind faster.

The tiny cat boys start grinding against you even faster, both of their eyes glazed over with lust.  They were entranced by your moans and start moaning themselves, Scaramouche moaning your name in Lyney's mouth and Lyney moaning Scaramouche’s name. 

"F-fuck, I'm g-getting close, " Scaramouche manages to stammer out, grinding against your mound. "Nngnn!! Y/n, I'm c-cumming!" As he spills over and starts shrinking, Lyney thrusts his hips faster,  inching towards the now even smaller cat boy so he could still kiss him. 

The feeling of the cat boy shrinking on you was almost enough to send you over the edge, but to prolong the fun, you use one of you giant fingers and gather up some of the freshly spilled cum and take a small lick of it.

As the magic would have it, you started to grow again; you filled up a good portion of the room now. The lingerie had been ripped to shreds by your sudden growth, not that you minded. The only problem with being this big is the possibility of losing the two tiny cat boys.  

Lyney looks back at you in surprise; he was confused that you were worried about out growing the house, but still ate Scaramouche’s cum to grow even bigger. He then got a dangerous idea himself and took a small lick of cum straight from the tiny cat boy's cock and felt the fire feeling of growing himself. Of course compared to you, he was still small, but compared to the freshly shrunken cat boy, he had to have appeared huge. 

He then motions to Scaramouche and tells him to bend over. The small cat boy puts up a bit of protest, but is too spent to even consider fighting. Lyney uses some of Scaramouche’s cum and his own spit to prepare the hole for entry. First, he starts off with one finger and finds the small bean of pleasure in the bluenette’s rear. The one finger was almost too much. Scaramouche felt so small and abused, but the pleasure overrides that feeling. 

Lyney lines up his cock with Scaramouche’s needy hole and plunges it in, the latter gasping at the sudden entry. The huge dick was threatening to rip him in two. The blonde allows Scaramouche to adjust to his size before thrusting gently and steadily at first, but then picks up the pace to a more uneven and erratic pace. Lyney's arms wrap around the smaller cat boy's torso and hands start pulling at his semi-erect cock to encourage it to stand at full attention. He starts by pulling at the tip, fingers massaging the underside. Lyney’s delicate digits grab on to the shaft, stroking it up and down, using his precum as lube. Eventually, Scaramouche cums from all the stimulation, his already tight asshole shrinking down on Lyney's cock.

"Scara, baby, get a-any smaller and I w-won't fit anymore," Lyney moans at the sensation of his dick being choked. "J-just a bit m-more, darling. Can you b-be a good boy a-and finish m-me?" Lyney was a babbling mess. He thrusts even harder into the tiny cat boy's ass. Scaramouche limp like a fucked out doll attempts to grind in a sloppy rhythm with Lyney's huge cock, but his movements weren't fast enough. Lyney grabs his hips and bottoms out in his needy, abused hole, and after a few thrusts, paints his insides white.

The squelching sounds of Lyney pound Scaramouche's ass was music to your ears. Your fingers work your sex even faster, your own movements becoming erratic as you buck your hips into your hand. As Lyney came in your cat boy's ass, you managed to climax, and you hear a pop and you realized you have two normal sized cat boys on your chest, both of them fucked out. You were back to your normal size, so the two boys felt quite heavy.

"Wheeew," you breathe. "That was good. Lyney, you're gonna have to teach me that magic so we can use it when you're not here."

The magician laughs, completely spent. "A magician never reveals his tricks, but for you, my dear, I'll allow an exception." He whisks out an ancient looking book. "This is the spell book. You can set parameters for size,  stimulation, etc but you also have to be able to control it on the fly."

Scaramouche lazily swipes the book away from Lyney, scowling. He still felt humiliated after being so small, and so abused, and maybe even a little butt hurt. "Y/n you ever use this with out my consent, someone's gonna be in for a really bad time," He growls.

You laugh, promising that you won't use it on him without his permission, but made no promises not to use it on yourself.

You invite Lyney to stay for dinner, but he politely declines, saying he has a show tonight. He gives you and your cat boy tickets for the show, his face absolutely glowing. As he was leaving, you realize you still have the cat ears and tail; you try to call out to him about it, but he waves his hand and they disappear.

"I don't like that twink, but I won't deny: the past two days have been a lot of fun," Scaramouche bashfully admits. "Maybe next time, I can shrink you down while you're riding my cock with a plug in your ass, and have you scream my name" He winks.

pt 3 anyone??

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