#gi lyney

[yumenosakiacademy]

"Magic is an art of performance... But before the performance can begin, a little 'preparation' is needed."

[ellievenus]

okay these are just his voicelines and they arent SUBTLE at ALL oh i am living for this...

[scarasbaefy]

lyney x assistant!reader hcs

note; can be read as gn reader, but "my lady" is used so be warned! no angst this time.. for now. this MIGHT end up foreshadowing a future post ;)

reblogs appreciated!!

★ lyney has a MAJOR crush on you, his assistant, and everyone knows it. like, he won’t try to hide it or anything.

“why should i try to hide my love? i’m not embarrassed, my lady.”

★ he gives me major chat noir vibes tbh. THE WAY HE SO OBVIOUSLY FLIRTS WITH YOU UGHSHD he’s NOT shy when it comes to you.

★ you try not to let his antics get in the way of your performance, but the chemistry you two have is the reason anyone goes to your shows these days. especially since charlotte hypes up the romance in her articles.

★ furina even attends your shows LMAO the relationship you and lyney have makes everything interesting and cute. everyone gets giddy tehe

★ takes a flower out from his sleeve at the start of the show if you're his assistant for the night and gifts it to you. he claims it is for good luck, but lynette rolls her eyes since she knows he's just using it as an excuse.

★ during the performance, he finds ways to be cheeky with you. he’ll wink at you and gently grab your hand and hold your waist as he walks you towards the prop. he smirks as he does so too, making you flustered.

“everyone in the audience! please tell my dear assistant there's NO need to be so nervous. we’ve known each other for a long time, i won’t bite! just trust me~”

★ when the show is over and it's time to bow, he will grab your hand and kiss it before the curtains have the chance to close.

★ the audience cheers loudly and chant “ENCORE!” because of how charming the magician is with you.

★ charlotte WILL end up writing about the whole thing in the steambird for the 10000th time. “DATING OR JUST AN ACT?”

★ YOU don’t even know if it's all an act to get more engagement, or if he really does like you. after all, he has never outright confessed behind the scenes. better to be safe than sorry…

©scarasbaefy 2023 do not copy, edit, or post my work on any platform.

[seivsite]

KITTY’S CHARM.

includes: lyney x fem!reader. lyney knows reader but reader doesn’t know lyney, he’s a cat like the one in his hat, soft kisses, fluff, lyney is a flirt & a tease, not proofread — wc: 570

“Ah, hello there, kitty,” you whispered softly, your fingers gently caressing the small cat’s fur.

“What brings you out here all alone?”You picked up the cat, feeling it nuzzle against your knee with a gentle lean.

“Meow〜”

“Alright, little one, I’ll take you home. Just remember, no wreaking havoc on my couch,” you playfully cautioned, cradling the cat tenderly as you made your way back home.

Upon arriving home, the cat gracefully hopped out of your arms, already making itself at ease in its newfound surroundings.

“Why so restless, huh? You’re already at home,” you teased, watching the ebony feline’s paw gently tap at your pants.

As night fell, you embarked on your customary routine—slipping into comfortable pajamas and placing a glass of water on your bedside table. The dark cat followed suit, sauntering into your room and settling onto your bed, finding a cozy spot as you nestled in.

“Come here, kitty,” you coaxed, spreading your arms and the blanket invitingly. The cat nestled in close, its content purrs of delight filling the air as you held it close.

“Goodnight, kitty,” you murmured, bestowing a tender kiss upon its nose before surrendering to a tranquil slumber.

Nestling closer to the warmth beside you, you sleepily enveloped it with your arms.

To your astonishment, you realised an arm in your grasp, and tracing further down, your fingers met another hand. As your eyes shot open in shock, you were met with the sight of an ash-blond man in your bed.

“WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?!” you exclaimed, launching a pillow at the man, who adeptly evaded it.

“I’m Kitty, or you can call me Lyney," he replied, his innocent smile attempting to defuse the situation.

“The magician? How and why were you a cat?!” you persisted, only to be silenced by his finger pressing gently against your lips.

“Well, Madam, it appears I accidentally imbibed a potion and found myself transformed into a cat. Thankfully, you stumbled upon me and came to my rescue. So, might I offer you anything in return for your kindness?” he inquired playfully, conjuring a rainbow rose in his hand and extending it towards you.

“I’m not… quite sure,” you mused, holding the rose delicately in your hand. Suddenly, you felt his finger gently lifting your chin.

“How about bestowing me with another kiss?” he teased, leaning closer to you.

A rosy hue tinted your cheeks as his enchanting smile held you captive.

“That kiss was meant for the kitty, not you,” you stammered, nervously pressing your lips together.

“Hmm, but I’m still the kitty in human form, aren’t I?” he persisted, his playful tone lingering in the air.

“Come on, just one little kiss,” he pleaded, his eyes sparkling.

“Not a chance.”

“Not even on the cheek?” he pouted, his playful charm impossible to resist.

“Ugh, fine,” you relented, your exasperation evident in a soft groan. You leaned in to plant a swift peck on what you believed to be his cheek, only to find him moving his head, causing your lips to meet his in a surprising twist.

“Thank you for the sweet kiss, my lady,” he whispered, a playful wink accompanying his words.

He chuckled softly as he watched your cheeks turn a delicate shade of red. Your endearing display of shyness only deepened his affection for you, making him fall even more head over heels.

NOTES. he’s very writeable, i keep thinking about cat noir whenever i write about him

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

[simplymafu]

Lyney (again)

[xueyidweams]

Giving and Taking.

Char.: Lyney, Xiao, Venti x Male!Reader

Word count: 927

Notes: not proofread. fluff if you squint, my requests are open btw.

Giving it. (Lyney)

Either gentle as a feather or a brutal fuck. Depends on his mood and how you behave, definitely loves grabbing your ass, groping it and spanking it. Into breeding, holds your neck with his hand as he coos in your ear about how good of a father you would be, (and also about how if you could get pregnant you both would be the real hot DILFS in your areas—) obviously loves creampie, oh no he’s so close! He can’t pull out! Well it’s good that you can’t carry a child, because cumming in you without a condom just would not feel the same!

Also loves just rubbing and grinding his dick on your chest, moans especially loud when his tip grazes your lips as he’s grinding on your chest like a pathetic dog and you stick your tongue out, giving the tip kisses and licks with every grind of his hips. Will cum on your face or grip your hair and snap his cock inside your mouth just before doing so.

Loves aftercare and purrs when you pet his head afterwards.

Taking it. (Lyney)

Whiny, drooling mess. Whining and crying about how good your dick is making him feel, “Fuck- you look so handsome l-like this…” as you’re pounding his ass into oblivion and he’s staring into your eyes like a lovesick fool. (he is.) Begs you to finish in him, loves being filled up with your cum, definitely doesn’t let you pull out afterwards and makes you cuddle him with your dick still in him, you can’t complain when you hear the cutest purrs from him anyways…

Giving it. (Xiao)

A mess, honestly. The pleasure is so overwhelming, the warmth of your ass around his dick makes him cry out as he apologises about how he can’t hold back anymore and starts ramming his cock into you so hard you forget you are a person for a good few minutes and just hear him cry out your name and feel the death grip on your waist as his hips stutter and finishes in you, moaning and apologising about not being able to pull out. You kiss him on the forehead afterwards.

Likes it a lot when you ride him, can’t admit it and will hide his face when you fasten your pace and he can’t hold back his pretty noises anymore. Can’t hold himself back from snapping his hips up to meet your pace, hissing when you pinch his nipples as a warning.

Bathing together afterwards, kissing the bruises and hickeys he left on your body gently, loves cuddling also.

Taking it. (Xiao)

Scratches, a lot of them. On your back, your arms, your thighs, anywhere he can reach while you’re ramming your cock with no mercy into his ass or his mouth, usually prefers to hide his face in a pillow but gets even hornier when you flip him around because you want to see his pretty face.

Tries to keep quiet but when you find his prostate and keep abusing it, he becomes a whining crying mess. Your name is the only thing he can think of, the only thing he can say as he lays there and takes it like a good boy.

Loves cuddling, playing with your hair or you playing with his hair as you both soothe each other to sleep.

Giving it. (Venti)

Goes pretty gently, actually. His thrusts are deep and makes sure you feel every inch of him but doesn’t start pounding into you like a bunny in heat without a warning or consent check. When you give him that consent and when he is worked up though…

Loves, loves, loves fucking his cum back into you. It makes him so turned on when he sees his cum dripping out of your ass as he’s still fucking you, his eyes roll back and he lets out a whine of your name as his head falls to the place your neck and shoulders meet as he plants his hands on the either side of your head and changes his angle, every snap of his hips and every single time his cock rams into you it hits your prostate.

Loves singing to you softly and playing with your hair afterwards, cuddles you and gives you so many kisses.

Taking it. (Venti)

“Easy now, baby.” He giggles as he’s on your lap and you’re crying out about how unnaturally tight he is, it’s so good but your dick also feels like it’s going to snap off of your body. He gives you a light kiss on your forehead and starts with a gentle pace, easing your cock into him, guides your head to his shoulder and your arms around his waist as he’s riding you, nibbles in your ear, telling you how good of a boy you are for him.

Loves bending over any surface, making sure you get a good look of what’s yours before he begs for you to put it in. He waited for you for so~o long, don’t make him wait even longer! Sighs in pleasure as you bottom out, giggling when you hiss about how fucking tight he is. He likes it when you go rough, when he has to grip whatever he’s bent over so tightly that his knuckles go white, crying about how his ass hurts but you don’t stop, tell him it’s too bad and to take it like a good archon.

Little spoon, little spoon! Loves putting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat.

[cynosfunnyjokes]

kinktober day 4

characters: lyney, reader

ship: lyney x reader

theme: mirror sex

notes: hehe, haha. i’m so funny with the ending. i’m actually losing motivation already and it’s only day four‼️🤪 loving this. but the show must go on. MINORS DNI. 18+ CONTENT.

word count: 865

“see? look at that.” lyney’s voice cut through the many lewd noises filling the room. sitting in front of the mirror, you were on his lap, his hard cock thrusting almost lazily into your pretty cunt, “so pretty..” he whispered, one of his hands reaching down to play with your clit, thumb rubbing over the sensitive bud.

“lyney-“ you gasped out, hand grasping his wrist. any words fell flat before you could even say them, mind nothing but melted putty from your boyfriend’s actions and the stimulation.

“mon chéri..” he whispered, thrusting up into you as his thumb and forefinger continued to play with your puffy clit, “you look so pretty like this…”

one of his hands was hooked under your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. he kept his eyes trained on yours in the reflection.

“please-“ you gasped out, trying to turn your head to look at him but failing due to his hold.

“please what?” he asked, feigning innocence, purple eyes lit up as he grinned.

“f-faster-“ voice all but begging, you gave him the most pleading look you could conjure. when the magician had said he wanted to try something new, this wasn’t what you expected.

but you weren’t complaining.

“hmm..” he hummed, feigning thought. while the fact that you were growing impatient was as prominent as his hard-on, he couldn’t deny his own impatience creeping up on him.

before anything could be said, he had you pressed down onto all fours, a hand settling on your back to set it into an arch. lyney’s thrusts became harder. faster. deeper.

a yelp mixed with a moan slipped past your lips and he smirked, one hand grasping at your hip as the other stayed pressed to your back.

upon noticing that you weren’t looking in the mirror, he stopped his thrusts and smirked at the whine that left you, “ah, ah,” he tutted, “i’m gonna need you to watch the mirror- i want you to see your pretty expressions as i split you open with my cock~” his voice had a teasing lilt to it, but you knew he was serious.

finally looking back at the mirror, you made eye contact with the magician only to be immediately rewarded with his hips snapping back and forth, starting up the same brutal pace as before.

“lyney!” you gasped, mouth falling open from the pleasure as his hand moved from your hip to your clit again, rubbing tantalizing circles against it.

“you’re doing so well..” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before looking at you in the mirror again, “so pretty..”

the sight of lyney pounding into you from behind was a sight to see as you whimpered and moaned, obediently keeping eye contact with him through the mirror. the lewd squelches and the sound of skin slapping filled the room, accompanied by moans and grunts of his own.

a frothy, white ring formed at the base of his cock and he momentarily looked down to where you were connected, a small moan leaving him at the sight, “t'es trop belle…” he whispered, looking back at you.

a deeper blush erupted on your cheeks as you moaned, the feeling of his cock brushing just right against your tight walls making you see stars.

the harder he went, the closer you got to your release- and judging by how sloppy his movements were becoming, you assumed he was in the same boat.

“lyney!” you gasped with a moan, pussy fluttering around his pistoning cock. each thrust was deep, brushing against the most sensitive spots in you that drew out the pretty noises he knew and loved.

a few more thrusts from him had you climaxing hard, a loud moan of his name leaving your lips as your pussy walls clenched around him.

“so… tight-“ lyney grunted, thrusting a few more times before cumming himself- emptying his load deep inside you.

a mixture of your juices and his seed dripped to the floor, but it was ignored. it would be a problem for later.

lyney’s hands loosened their hold on you as he ran them along your back soothingly, “are you okay, ma chéri?” his voice was soft, a contrast to the moments before.

“i’m fine.” the confirmation eased the subtle panic in the blond’s mind.

“je t’aime~” lyney hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

“i love you too, dork.” you laughed, looking up at him through the mirror. “never thought you’d use your mirror for something other than magic.”

“oh!” his eyes suddenly lit up, a mischievous smirk lighting up the magician’s features.

mouth falling slack in what was a mixture of shock and straight-up being dumbfounded, you stared at him curiously, “what?”

“for my final trick, i’m going to turn my cum into something else!” he said, wiggling his eyebrows, “however, this trick’ll take nine months-“

a groan.

“lyney?” you asked, voice still slightly shaky from your high. eyes flickering up to meet his in the mirror, you smiled.

“yes?” lyney’s eyebrow raised, his hands rubbing soft circles into your hips as he smirked.

“i’m going to punch you.”

[duckymcdoorknob]

LATE VALENTINE’S POST BC IM A GOOBER AND GOT MYSELF SICK

I literally love him sm and haven’t even met him in lore yet.

Lyney my beloved I just wanna 😘😘😘😚💋😚😚😘💋😗😙😚😙😙😙💋

I just wanna give him kissies until he’s giggly and smiley and-

Under Lock and Key

Ships: Lyney x Gn!reader

Warnings: FLUFF AND FLUSTERED LYNEY

Prompt: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your lover wants to show you just how much he adores you.

Tags: Genshin taglist .3. @ticklish-n-stuff @chrimsss

You couldn’t help but chuckle when Lyney’s gloved hands covered your eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was him… You almost immediately recognized the cologne he was fond of wearing.

“Hello, Lyney,” you cooed.

“Aww, how’dja know it was me?” the magician pouted.

“I’m a psychic! And my next prediction is that you’re going to show me something.” You heard him chuckling before sighing.

“Do you trust me, Mon Cher?” His voice was hushed, and you felt his fingers twitch a bit over your eyes.

“With my whole life, amour,” you answered.

“Stand up, and let me guide you,” Lyney demanded in that smooth voice that always left you swooning. “Let me be your eyes and close your own… I will lead you to what I wish to show you.”

His protective demand left you dizzy and breathless. Nonetheless, you rose to your feet and closed your eyes. You felt his hands leave their place over your face and take your own. Suddenly, you felt yourself being dragged forward; you gave into the momentum and trudged along.

The magician guided you through the streets by your hands. His acquaintances waved to him and he beamed back at them and you two continued along the sidewalk.

You had only been together for about four months, but you already knew that you were head over heels for him. “Soooo… where are you taking me, amour?” You inquired with a small smile.

Lyney turned around to answer, but his breath caught in his throat. The sunlight was hitting you just the right way, and you were shining in its rays.

“Lyney?”

“I- just- don’t move,” he demanded in a sheepish voice.

“Now you sound like your brother.” You chuckled once more, shaking your head

A few more seconds passed and still no words were spoken. You peeked open your eyes and were met with your lover’s blushing face. It seemed as if Lyney knew that he was already in love with you as well…

“Hey don’t open-“ The magician gaped at you as you stared at him. Your eyes glittered in the soft glow of the sunlight.

“What?”

Silence.

A dopey smile grew on your face as you chuckled. “What?!”

The blonde exhaled breathlessly. “I’ve truly been smiled upon by the archons. Your beauty is unmatched, Mon Ange.”

“Such a smooth talker,” you murmured, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his forehead. You stuck out your hand once more. “Now, didn’t you want to show me something?”

Lyney nodded his head and smiled, taking your hand. “Close your eyes!”

Once again, the two of you were on your way. Suddenly, you began to hear the sound of tranquil waters below. Granted, they were quite far from you, but you could steal hear the peaceful sound of trickling ripples.

“You’re not going to throw me in the lake; are you?” you asked with a chuckle.

Your love snorted and fell into a fit of the beautiful laughter you’ve always so loved to hear. “No, my rosebud, I will not throw you into the lake.” He paused and chuckled again. “But if you wish to jump together, that is a different story. How about it?”

A fond exhale from you in return gave Lyney the answer he wished.

“Okay, now you can open your eyes.”

When you fluttered your eyes open, you saw the gorgeous waters of your homeland, the court, Marcotte Station, and your beloved.

“Oh, Lyney…” you whispered, “It’s beautiful.”

“That isn’t all of it, amour.” The magician fumbled in his pocket, his fingers lacing around the objects within. “Hold out your hand.”

You obliged, feeling a cold, metal object being placed on your palm. When you looked down, your eyes locked onto a small, brown padlock, which had yours and Lyney’s initials carved into it. “A lock?”

Your lover stood closer to you, draping his arm around your waist. “It’s ours for us to lock on the fence here.”

Before you could question, he spoke again.

“I want everyone to see that we belong to one another”

Your face warmed as you gaped at him, your hand completely still, thumb grazing over the small object. “Yeah…?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

Your hand clasped around the object as you threw your arms around Lyney. He giggled as you cradled his face and peppered kisses all over it.

Eventually, the two of you knelt down in front of the chain-link fence that oversaw the water. The magician cupped your hand as you snapped the lock into place. He pulled the key out of his pocket, handing it to you. “Just in case if-“

You didn’t even let him finish the sentence before you threw the key into the water below as hard as you could. “I will never change my mind.”

Without words, Lyney pressed your foreheads together as he smiled. “This was the best thing I could think of. I thought it might have been too early to propose to you.”

You kiss his forehead and turned back to look at the lock. “I wouldn’t have thought it was too early, dummy.”

When you turned back around, Lyney was on one knee and holding a small, velvet box. He snapped it open to reveal a shimmering ring.

“Then let’s make it official.”

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[yumenosakiacademy]

4.6 || Two Worlds Aflame, the Crimson Night Fades

[ellievenus]

Saw that your requests were opened and I can’t stop thinking of having sex with Lyney in his bedroom in the house of hearth trying not to get caught by a none and him putting his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet 🤭🤭

Songbird

Characters: Lyney x Gender Neutral!Reader

A/N: .. went kinda bonkers about this. no i am not favoring lyney requests, i am not, nope. not proofread!

NSFW under the cut.

“Lyney… here?”

You signed, folding your arms over your chest and looking at your boyfriend with an irritated look, which he returns with a wink.

You guys were flirting after one of his shows and things got… way too heated. You weren’t about to fuck backstage and get caught by Lynette, that would be a fucking nightmare.

He smiled and lightly touched your arm, you hated how easy it was for him to just… make you listen. He slowly and gently takes a hold of your hand, admiring the way your hand looked intertwined with his own. Then he looked at you with those eyes you know that screams ‘I’m up to no good.”

“Awh, c’mon love, it’s not like it’ll be our first time here!”

He purred, making sure to lower his voice to the tone that he knows gets you going. You blush and avert your eyes, though your hand tightens its hold on his, making him smile.

You sigh and look at him again,

“I know that, and I also recall us almost getting caught.”

There’s no venom in your words, you both know you want to do this, Lyney just has to push one more button and you would become putty in his hands.

His free hand went to your lower back, tracing a star shape, looking up at you with a teasing expression,

“Well that was because a certain somebody couldn’t stop making noises.”

He just knows how to push your buttons a little too well.

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He’s being unfair. He’s gripping your waist and digging his nails into your skin while pounding into your hole so fucking rough the sensation overwhelms you with pain and pleasure at the same time so deliciously you feel like you’re gonna burst any moment.

Your breaths are quick, whining and moaning Lyney’s name over and over as his thrusts become even faster, more rough, and he watches you with a small smile on his lips.

You writhe under him when you cum, cry out so loud let alone the house of Hearth people in the court must have heard you when he doesn’t stop, his thrusts don’t relent, fucking his own cum into you when he shivers and just keeps going, his breathy and whiny moans of your name that fall off his tongue like a prayer just adding to the absolute pleasure and pain he’s drowning you in.

“Lyney- fuck- ah fuck- too fast- you’re going to fast, Lyney-!”

He moans and buries his cock inside you, still for a moment as he catches his breath and his slowly travels from your stomach, leaving a scorching feeling in their wake, and he taps your lips.

“Open up, baby.”

It’s sudden, his voice, the way his body glistens under the moonlight and the way he just fucking says that makes you obey like a fucking dog. He coos as he pushes two fingers inside your mouth, rubbing the tips of them on your tongue.

He starts moving again, now snapping his hips and making sure that every inch of his cock is inside you before pulling out again and doing it over and over again until you’re a crying mess once more.

He pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth. Dropping his voice to a sweet whisper,

“Hush songbird, you don’t want to get us caught do you? be good for me.”

You whimper pathetically and both of your hands find his arm, you start sucking, which helps with muffling your sounds. He looks pleased and resumes his pace, he isn’t going to stop until he’s had his fill of you, until you’re dripping with so much of his cum that it starts to run down his dick and he fucks it back into you. He missed you so much, after all, so be good and take it.

“There’s a good songbird…”

[explicitred]

Why, isn't this just wonderful?

"Now, look at this~!" Lyney spoke enthusiastically, twirling a card in his fingers before quickly making it disappear out of thin air, a rainbow rose now in his hand.

He offered it to you, holding the pretty flower near your hand for you to take. Lyney tilted his head, his smile widening as you took the rose. "Now, did you enjoy the show, my dear~?"

He took a step closer towards you, leaning his face towards yours, both of your lips now mere inches apart, oh so easy to just move in a bit more and...

Lyney blinks, getting out of his stupor once he hears you speaking to him.

"Lyney, are you there?"

"Oh, yes, of course." He lightly chuckles, leaning back away from you, sheepish from having been caught in a daze.

Lynette's ears lightly twitch as she hears her brother, walking towards you and Lyney. "Lyney, we have to go. We're going to be late to the magic show if you keep-"

She blinks, noticing you beside her brother, a pink shade suddenly covering her cheeks. "A-Ah... Hello."

Lyney turns back to you, leaning in again, winking with a smile on his face.

"Well, if you ever want a show next time, you know where to find me. Preferably, a... private, show. I'll gladly give it at any time."

[rainswept]

I'M HERE. lyney.

warnings // 1.3k words. major backstory spoilers. in depth/poetically described gore, dead/rotting animal mention, overall content may be disturbing to some readers - proceed with caution. injury, main character death, angst. childhood friends trope !! ambiguous relationship (could be viewed as platonic or romantic, but pining/unsaid feelings are implied).

"now i'm here," lyney chirped, jumping out from behind a wooden crate along the sides of the wet street, before bounding back again and leaving only his voice as an indication he was there at all, "now i'm not!"

lynette looked on, unimpressed, while you clapped. of course, it was only a silly game; but you were more than willing to indulge him.

the air smelled of rain and sodden wood, and you could feel the cool moisture upon your skin. puddles and wooden planks knocked off of crates littered the streets, the post-rain painting the sky a gloomy gray. tall buildings formed of metal sheets outstretched, cradling the city paths the three of you walked. desolate as it was, it felt like home.

the steps of six boots into fresh puddles echoed alongside an otherwise quiet world. the rain had just settled, so off you went, in search of the next crowd of people for lyney and lynette to perform for. there was never any particular place the three of you stuck to; there couldn't be. so, with time, you began to see them as your home instead.

the worry of what was next to settle in your truthless maw dispersed when you were with them. in their company, neither worry nor hunger gnawed at your stomach. the taste of food was simply not as comforting when eating alone. no .. you could be in a sea of people. so, not just being alone; without them.

☽  . * ☾

"i'm here!" lyney called, turning the corner into the small alley in which you three often resided.

you and lynette glanced up, immediately filled with vigor at the sound of his voice. while lynette stayed seated, huddled in a cardboard box beside you, you wriggled your way out of her grasp and jumped up to meet lyney half-way. as he dipped his head and took off his hat with a quick bow, spare coins came tumbling into your outstretched hands. you thanked him, turning to lynette, and he waited until you two counted what you needed before he took his own spoils.

it wasn't long until you were on the move again. the three of you huddled close as you slipped through the crowd of the night market, hands held tight in a chain as to not lose each other. you stepped up to a merchant together, dirty coins scrounged together just enough to be worth something in your outstretched palms.

you ate comfortably that night, huddled next to lyney and lynette in a small alley you had decided to make home temporarily. lynette was on the left, her tail wrapped around you and lyney; he was on the right, one arm tucked between you as he ate his meal with the other. you were right in the middle, head resting on lyney's shoulder. you could hear his heartbeat, dull and faint from how far away, but there nonetheless.

you drifted off to sleep comfortably, warm between their bodies as you sheltered each other from the cold night air.

☽  . * ☾

"i'm here," you whispered, holding lyney tight. your arms wrapped around his shaking frame as he cried, burying his face in the crook of your neck as to not allow you to bear witness to his tears. "it's okay. let it out."

"i'm here," lyney said softly, tracing circles over your knuckles with his thumb as you stared, mortified, the first time you saw a rotting animal — mauled so badly the species was unrecognizable — slumped up against the wall of a building. flies buzzed in your ears, and lyney murmured soft reassurances to muffle the sounds even as the sight filled his own body with dread. "it's okay. walk with me, now. keep your eyes closed. i'll guide you."

"i'm here," you said, words only meant for lyney's ears, stepping in front of him protectively as you steeled yourself for a brawl over food scarcity. you were always the better fighter. "i won't let them hurt you."

"i'm here," lyney called, entering the small space you were currently residing in, throwing you the bigger piece of bread between the two pieces he had retrieved. "this one's for you."

"i'm here," you said, the first time he performed alone, because lynette was sick. "you did great."

"i'm here," lyney said, barely above a whisper as to not wake you, hand resting on the back of your head as you curl into him for warmth in your sleep. "i hope you're comfortable."

"i'm here," you yelled, gasping for breath, as you rushed to lyney's aid — all because he tripped and scraped a knee. "are you okay?"

"i'm here." "i'm here." "i'm here." "i'm here."

you were always there, and he was too.

you hadn't eaten, yet you still felt like you'd throw up pure acid; as if the impact of your heart plummeting into your stomach would actually cause some to splash up.

the sight was as awful as that day. you wanted to see blood flow beneath his skin, in his veins, and watch it turn his face hot when you looked at him. you didn't want to see it outside of him. it was spilling out his body much too quickly, unlike the words you wished you could've said sooner.

deep crimson laid out for the world to see, blood pouring out like heartfelt words; up-tilted smiles, and choked out apologies. the dirty street beneath lyney's limp body was beginning to turn the same color as his open wounds, blood following the imperfect curves of the rubble-littered concrete. the blood glinted in the light like a precious ruby, marred skin splayed open to reveal flesh pure and untainted.

the stream, yet to coagulate, picked up pieces of dirt and tiny dislodged rocks as it followed its path. it reminded you of how lyney found you. you were the debris, and he the blood, outstretched grasp picking you up and carrying you to all the places you wished to go — with him all the while. without him, you would be immoble .. useless.

.. but the blood did not have a care in the world; it did not have any thought as it meandered its way across the ground. it only sought the path already cut for it, where ever that may lead.

.. it .. did not have a mind of its own. blood .. it is born to sustain one person, to keep them alive. it only served one purpose; carry life to and from their heart. now, without a body to keep alive .. it had no use in the world.

.. that was quite the fitting metaphor for you, now.

you cradle him gently, letting him lean on you as he breathes. it's weak, it's fragile, and it's strained. your arms wrap around his body and his hands grasp feebly at your clothes, trying to hold you close the best he can.

stay with me, you want to say. stay with me.

but you know better than to have hope now. you've seen enough death that you can predict when it's coming.

.. is he even still conscious?

yet, regardless of your rationale, he seems to read your mind.

"i'm here," lyney murmurs, voice soft and eyes fluttering between open and shut. the last of the day's sun glints in his glassy irises, pupils shrinking and dilating as he tries his best to focus on you despite his blurred vision. he smiles softly, looking up at you with only his eyes. it would hurt too much to move anything else.

.. but, soon the pain ceases. in his final moments, he manages to glance at you once more, without the binds of wound left to mar his final memory.

you brush the stray hairs away from his face. "i know. i know."

slowly, the sun goes down. his eyes have long since stopped moving, and his final breath had drifted past your face and into the winds hours ago. yet, you're still here, his now-cold blood painting the entire front of you a glassy red, holding onto him as if trying to keep his lifeless body warm still.

now he's here. now he's not.

[mitsvriii]

Lyney giving you a special magic show (sfw please I mean like just you and him)

Special Show

Lyney x reader

173 words

Any reader type

This is short because I’m like that 😍

The flower placement is based on this intellectually conversation from Mae and I during Lyney’s story quest

“I thought this was supposed to be a ‘special show’? Isn’t it just the same tricks?”

Lyney was quick to shush you, flipping around a card, “Just be patient. You’ll see.”

You made a noise of slight annoyance but chose to watch him in silence. He spun a card in his card before palming it. Rubbing his hands together he opened his palms, to reveal nothing.

“Is it going to appear behind me ear or something this time?” You questioned as you shifted in your seat, giving him a look.

“Why don’t you check?” Lyney quipped, rocking slightly on his heels, “I’m sure your equip with enough observation skills to notice where it is.”

You grumbled as you looked around, before glanced down at your chest. Sure enough, there was a rainbow rose made of cards resting in the middle of it.

“You’re gonna have to tell me how you do this-and do you even know what a rainbow rose means?”

Lyney nodded, a small smile on his lips, “I do, I do.”

[xueyidweams]

Hi, how are you? I’m new to tumblr so I hope this isn’t a problem anyway I love first post soo much and was thinking if you could write top Lyney nfsw when he (somehow) get nose bleed while doing it 😭✨

Lyney x M!reader (NSFW)

A/N: hi sorry for no posts my chronic and mental illnesses are being a bitch. i also love tops getting nosebleeds while having sex, one of my fave tropes. hope this format is okay, its easier on me. no plot.

MDNI.

Lyney is used to getting nosebleeds. Lynette always keeps tissues with her before their shows in case he gets too nervous and it bubbles up and falls from his nose.

You never really thought that it would go beyond that, he gets nervous and overwhelming anxiety and gets a nosebleed. Okay, that's normal.

On the night of your anniversary while he was railing into you so hard your throat was starting to hurt from how much you were babbling and moaning. He knew your favorite spots, he knew every inch of your body and he made sure that you knew that too taht night.

Though his dominant and suave personality was long abandoned by his desperate whimpers about how tight you are and how good you feel wrapped around his dick- you felt something drip on your cheek.

You looked up and when you saw the sight of his nose bleeding, you felt your dick get harder than it ever was.

He halted his movements and tried to stop the gushing of the blood with his hand. "I'm so sorry lovely I- this is so embarrassing... ah-!"

He moaned in suprise when you pushed your ass onto him, fucking yourself on his dick.

"I-I'm guessing that means you like it?-"

You cupped his face and pulled him into a deep kiss, licking up the blood that stained those pretty lips.

"God, you're so pathetic it turns me on."

[edenswhale]

LYNEY • FREMINET • LYNETTE ( matching icons )

[endlesslytired]