Someday I'll kill myself, and I hope you know it will be all your fault. I hope you will carry that guilt for the rest of your life, knowing that you fucking suck
♡Hi!!♡ I'm Patch, you could also call me Angel, but I prefer Patch :3 Self Shipper with Scara, and Lyney!!! Semi nonsharing so if I ignore you for seemingly no reason, you did nothing wrong! I'm just a jealous person ^^
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⬥Lyney!!⬥
Valentine's Day Headcanons! (all of the Fontaine siblings)
My first genshin fic and also first fic in about 2/3 years
I got hooked on Lyney a few weeks back and *accidentally* pulled him on the chronicled banner
And now I've *accidentally* had many ideas for Lyney centered fics
Enjoy~
The court of Fontaine was bustling with movement, people heading to and fro, heading to work or other commitments. It made a nice change to be on the opposite side for once, simply enjoying your day off. You had already seen a few familiar faces as you browsed around some of the local shops, enjoying the tranquility whilst it lasted.
Which it didn't for long.
Feeling hands come from behind you to cover your eyes would normally be a cause for concern however when it was accompanied by the fresh scent of rainbow roses and a teasing snicker, it was hard to doubt who it could possibly be.
"Now, now, and what's a beautiful lady doing out here all alone, hm?"
He was so close you could feel his breath brush against the back of you neck and could feel the heat radiating off him, partly a result of his pyro vision.
"Lyney-" you couldnt hold back the giggle that escaped your mouth at his antics "What are you doing?"
You spun around to face him and he let his hands drop to his sides once more, offering you a boyish grin, one that didn't quite hit the same as usual.
There was something off about him but you just couldn't put a finger on what it was, maybe it was just because you hadn't been expecting to run into him?
"I was just passing by, spotted you and couldn't bring myself to walk on by,"
Before you could take a moment to think, he reached towards you, his long fingers brushing your hair behind your ear with a teasing "What's this?"
He pulled back with nothing other than a rainbow rose held between his fingers, offering the flower to you as he had done so often.
His theatrics never failed to make you smile but there was something bothering you. His flair for dramatics was normally more extreme than it currently was and taking a closer look you could spot dark circles underneath his eyes.
Not to mention the fact you could quite easily follow his hand movements as he pulled off one of his signature tricks.
You knew he'd been performing back to back shows recently, maybe he hadn't slept well?
Lyney's smile faltered when you didn't reach out to take the rose off him, his normally unshakable confidence wavering in the presence of the person who had caught his heart. But your focus was drifting, flitting from the slight flush that covered his cheeks and the unusual pale almost grey tone to his skin and the way his hands worked slower than usual, almost coming close enough to giving away his trick.
After a heartbeat longer under your scrutiny, he went to drop his hand, the sting of rejection bitter in his throat and a hurried excuse to leave on the tip of his tongue only for you to move before he had the chance to open his mouth.
One hand gently took his outstretched hand, lowering it back to his side and taking the rose with a small smile before stepping closer, your free hand coming to rest upon his forehead.
The searing heat confirmed your suspicions. Lyney was sick.
And if his heart hadn't been racing since he got up that morning, it was going haywire right now with you up close and personal, touching him, and looking at him with that concerned look in your eyes.
"How long were you going to pretend you weren't sick?"
Lyney only shrugged, a nervous laugh forcing it's way from his lungs, unsure how to play off your concern. It was a mild fever at worst, nothing he couldn't work through.
"It's not that bad, I've still got work to do either way. Didn't think you would notice,"
And there he goes again, brushing off any and all concern for his wellbeing like it mattered little to him when all you wanted to do was bundle him up in bed and bring him soup and medicine.
"Lyney you're burning up, you've got a fever. You should be resting,"
You knew it was hard for him to accept care off anyone who wasn't his siblings, and even then he would often downplay his symptoms to not worry them. The thought caused your chest to ache that he believed everyone cared so little about his wellbeing. He was always putting on a performance to downplay his issues for the sake of others.
The dazed look on his face cleared for a second, giving way to a moment of clarity as he uttered a quiet
"You're touching me,"
It was so quiet you might have missed it if you hadn't have been hyper focused on him but the sentence caught you off guard all the same
"Uh, yeah? I wanted to confirm my suspicions before dragging you off back to bed,"
The snicker that followed showed you that clearly the Lyney you knew was still in there masked under a raging fever and brain fog.
"Oh? If you wanted to take me to bed that badly you could've just sai-achooo!"
And now a pout had taken up permenant residence on Lyney's face as you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him along back towards his apartment.
"Now, now is this really necessary?" He whined, clumsy feet stumbling over nothing "Whilst I'm flattered that such a lovely lady is so concerned about me, there's no need to worry your pretty head over me,"
You stopped abruptly, turning to face him once more only to find that he hadn't been expecting the sudden stop, his body crashing straight into yours with a muffled oof.
"Sorry," nervously a hand scratched at the back of his neck.
"Lyney your reaction times are none existent, you're pale and flushed and don't think I don't see those bags under your eyes," Once you were sure he had regained full balance and wasn't going to keel over any second, your hands found their way to rest on your hips, fixing him with a look that dared him to argue. "When even was the last time you slept more than 4 hours? I could practically re-enact that trick you did earlier with how slowly you did it I saw every detail, now either you come along and let me look after you or I'm gonna have to get Lynette involved as well,"
Okay he had to give you credit, you knew perfectly well how to bargain with him. Between you and his sister as much as he loved her, he'd prefer your gentle care over Lynette's teasing.
And besides, if he played his cards right maybe he could talk you into staying with him while he rested?
"Okay, okay. You win. I'm coming," holding his hands up, you triumphed at your small win "You're going to have to slow down a bit though, you are right, I'm not exactly as coordinated as usual," it was a mumbled addition, clearly something he didn't want to admit out loud.
The great magician Lyney didn't get ill after all, he couldn't have this small miscalculation ruin his image.
With a nod you took his hand once more, ignoring the way his flush darkened and pretending that your ears weren't heating up as well.
Before long and without further incident, you reached his apartment that he shared with his siblings, he let he two of you inside and you immediately shooed him off to go change into comfortable clothes whilst you hunted down the kitchen to make him a warm cup of herbal tea to hopefully soothe some of the discomfort.
He reappeared in the doorway moments later, looking somehow worse than minutes earlier as he watched over your shoulder quietly, watching you finish up before turning to hand the cup to him. When you took a closer look at him, you noticed the faint smudged makeup around his eyes, likely left over from his show the previous night. If this illness had begun then, chances are he wouldn't have had the energy to spare to fully clean his face.
"Here, go get in bed, you're not doing a lot of resting stood here,"
He followed without argument, only questioning where you were going when you split off in the direction of what you assumed was the bathroom.
"You've got makeup on still, let me clean it off for you," you explained, rummaging through the bathroom to find some makeup wipes before heading into the one room with the door opened.
Lyney was perched on the edge of the bed, having placed the teacup on the bedside table and he looked towards you when you entered the room, a nervous laugh bubbling up his throat.
"You'll have to excuse the mess," as you looked around you spotted various props dotted around, nothing major but likely another case where he hadn't had the energy to properly put things away.
"Nevermind that, I told you to get in bed,"
He wasn't about to argue with the stern tone in your voice, the threat of having Lynette care for him instead lingering in the air. Besides, now that he was home the chill in the air seemed to be getting to him more than he thought. With that thought he pulled the covers aside, shuffling awkwardly to lean back against the headboard.
It was strange, you had never seen this side to him before. Gone was his showy persona, replaced with a young man who looked exhausted even in the dimly lit bedroom. He was quiet, almost withdrawn, and you told yourself you wouldn't take for granted him showing this side of himself to you.
Brushing the thought aside, you took the makeup wipes you had grabbed, debating your options on how to go about it. Realistically you should have done this before telling him to get into bed but you weren't about to go back on your word now, instead clambering awkwardly up into the bed beside him
Plucking one of the wipes out, you reached your free hand out to turn his face towards you, holding him steady as you gently cleaned the smudged eyeliner from around his eye. The second eye wasn't quite as easy, the angle of his face was wrong for you to reach properly and you didn't trust yourself to swap hands to use your non dominant hand leaving you with the only other logical option.
You swung your leg over where Lyney was laid, straddling his waist and leaning in closer to try remove the rest of the stubborn makeup.
"Jesus Lyney what makeup do you use, this stuff seriously isn't wanting to come off," you huffed as you worked.
As for Lyney, he was frozen in place, breathing shallow and face flushed for completely different reasons than before. There was a teasing remark just waiting to slip from his silver tongue but his brain was working overtime trying to process the current situation. Clearly you had the same thought as you suddenly realised the position you had put the two of you in, face flushing as you pulled away from him.
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," you were absolutely mortified. Yes, you and lyney had become fast friends but you weren't close enough to be sat in his lap, especially when he's ill and not in his right mind.
Before you could get any further however, his hands shot out to grab your waist, a dazed look on his face.
"No, no you're not making me uncomfortable, I was just thinking what I'd done to get such a pretty lady in my bed," despite his now raging fever, he winked at you. Fully winked. And your knees went weak.
"Don't joke with me like this, you're ill you don't know what you're saying," despite your words, a part of you knew there was some truth in his teasing. And so you resumed your previous position, finishing up with a last smudge of eyeliner that had made its way across his temple before checking his temperature once more. Lyney's hands were still rested on your waist but you had to pull away, he was still burning hot. You stood from the bed and straightened out your clothes, trying not to look too flustered.
"Have you guys got any medicine around? You should take some and then try and sleep."
Following Lyney's directions you found some appropriate medication, and a glass of water to go along with it before making a quick stop by the bathroom once more to grab a cold washcloth.
Lyney was exactly where you left him, only he had pulled the covers further up, wrapped tightly around himself despite his his face was flushed cherry red, with a glistening sweat forming.
"Here take these, you handed him the pills and the glass of water which he took without complaint, placing the glass on the nightstand whilst you wringed out the washcloth to drape one his forehead.
A grumble left his lips and his eyes scrunched closed as the cold fabric touched his skin, the sound neatly enough to force a laugh from your chest. He really was adorable at times without even trying, stripped back from his showman persona where he can just be Lyney.
Just when you were least expecting it, a hand shot out from the bed, taking your wrist within long fingers, you looked up to see Lyney staring straight at you from underneath the washcloth
"It's rather cold," his voice drawled out, whether from illness or his usual teasing taking the opportunity to shine "Won't you join me and keep me warm?"
Lost for words, you debated your options. For once it wasn't his flirtatious nature showing through, it seemed like a genuine request for comfort. And it wasn't that you were against the idea but it felt a little wrong for you to take advantage of the situation when he clearly wasnt in his right mind. On the other hand, there was likely no way you were going to be able to ensure Lyney stayed in bed otherwise, at least this way you could monitor him and ensure he didn't sneak out to continue working. You were well aware that he still had shows to perform and it wasn't worth the risk of him pretending he's okay once more. With that decided, you slipped into bed beside him, accepting the comforting weight as he tucked himself into your side.
His skin felt burning to the touch but you could feel the way shivers wracked his body when he snaked his arms around your waist. His head came to rest on your chest and you diligently ignored the cool washcloth that was now pressing between his head and your chest. Instead you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his ash blond hair, gently untangling the braid down one side at the same time before scratching at his scalp with gentle movements.
He practically purred at the feeling, the sound vibrating in his chest and he fought to open his eyes once more to look at you.
"You're actually staying?" He sounded disbelieving. Long gone was the carefully curated image he presented to the public, here he was quiet and gentle, fighting with heavy eyelids to look up at you.
"Of course," you replied softly."I'll stay while you sleep, now rest up or you'll never get better,"
The only response you got was a muffled grumble as he settled back down, not caring about the washcloth slipping off his forehead as he buried his face into your chest. You smiled fondly at him although he couldn't see it, counting his breaths in your head as they evened out before pressing a kiss to the top of his head before letting yourself rest as well.
You might as well catch up on some sleep as well after all if you were staying with him.
The door opened as Lynnette and Freminet returned home, clicking closed behind them as they looked around in confusion. Neither of them had heard a peep from Lyney all day, something that very rarely happened. He was normally the most social out of the three of them so to recieve silence from him all day was concerning. They hadn't even been informed how his job today had gone, father hadn't sent word to them either. The whole situation was strange.
Lyney could be secretive at times, even towards them, however they were given answers in the form of an extra pair of shoes in the entryway.
Exchanging a glance, Lynnette's ears swiveled, picking up on any noise but coming back empty. It appears whoever Lyney had invited round wasn't one for talking.
Speaking of, neither was Lyney, for once. There was no sign of his usual boisterous voice, no sign of any magic tricks being performed to impress whoever had caught his attention, just silence.
So like the good siblings they are, Lynette and Freminet made their way towards Lyney's bedroom door which had been left slightly ajar, poking their heads in and finding the answer to all of their questions.
There he was, still plastered to your side however you had also fallen asleep, awkwardly propped up against the headboard supporting Lyney's weight on top of you. A quick glance around to see the leftover medication and the now abandoning washcloth finished off their explanation.
"Stupid Lyney, working until you're sick," Lynette grumbled as they retreated back, letting the door click closed behind them
"At least you didn't have to fight him into resting this time,"
Lynette hummed in agreement and the quiet returned without Lyney to fill the room with idle chatter.
"Hmm, maybe I should take a photo as blackmail for the next time he's sick and won't rest?"
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send in an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
(i dont have a title yet but its basically my ocs in genshin (´ . .̫ . `)) various: scaramouche/wanderer x oc, lyney x oc, gaming x oc, kinich x oc, flins x oc, lohen x oc all in the same fic btw HAHAHAHAH (it'll make sense once i map out their lore trust)
Bound - scaramouche x jirai!reader
Two Halves of the Same Whole - rui kamishiro x reader
Ms Lovesick and Mr Loverboy - bakugo katsuki x oc
SOME ARE TOTALLY LOST IN MY FILES AND FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING I CANT FIND THEM AOSJDEKWKWPR
that 5WIRL band fic i did as a scaramouche x reader
one saiki x reader fic
rin itoshi x idol!reader fic
other tags: (no pressuree !!) @rank-a-veyray @aemiiee11 @xmmilaeon @angel-bunny-patch + other open tags to those who wanna join <333
so i actually have ALOT of wips rotting in my writing apps, and some are smut <3 so im gonna seperate it by catagory, also alot of these have shit ass names cuz i don't think about naming them until im finished, the smut fics will be under a cut at the end if you don't wanna hear about them
Lyney WIPS
love letters (ion if it counts as a wip but its an ongoing chapter fic so im putting it here as a shameless plug)
sick fic, - i was dying at work and i wanted my beautiful husband to take care of me
graghhhh - my mental illness was getting my ass and its a comfort fic about how hes never going to leave you no matter how hard things get
I am nonchalant - was going to be a smut fic but ngl i felt bad for it so it turned into a comfort fic
An Almost Angelic Creature - your one of dottore's experiments, he was trying to create a false version of columbina, but you ended up being a man made angel, and were entrusted to lyney to be taken care of as his first duty as a brand new harbinger
Scara WIPS
A Doll and A Bunny - was supposed to be a royal au with scara and you in an arranged marriage, with you the reader being a bunny hybrid
Nightmares - College au where you and scara are roommates and youv'e been having horrible nightmares and he helps you rest again
i need to write scara more,.,., (cough cough *please request me too I dunno what to do*) anyway I don't really think I have anyone else to do this with, but i can tag one person @draconyx7 , and thankkkk mewwwww @yumixchii for inviting me to do this :D!!!!!
Lyney smut
Smut one thats just named porn that i havent decided what i wanted to do with yet
Synopsis: You and Lyney go to the same private school, have the same Drama class, but work on completely seperate things, so you never got a chance to speak with him, how tragic, Due to a series of events you leave him a love letter that gets you both into a situationship neither of you really wanted, but aren't complaining about.
High school Au, Modern Au, fluff Fem!Reader
Might be different from the other chapters im trying to get back into writing so theres not alot of details!, might be OOC
1.5k words
Taglist open!!!!!! @nightmarenyxx
You sat in your dorm with Furina on your day off, wondering about Lyney as you did your friend's nails. You kept thinking of the look he gave you and how he laughed when he caught you staring. You felt so pathetic every time you felt giddy over truly meaningless moments.
Furina looked up when she saw you repaint the same nail 3 times over. “Hey, are you good?” she spoke, waving her unpainted hand in front of your eyes. “No, yeah, I’m good,” you said, smiling as you moved on to the last nail for that hand. “You still want pearls on top of the color?” Furina nodded as she took a sip from her tea. She looked over back at you and spoke, “You were thinking about Lyney again, weren’t you?” You paused midway through painting her nail, the liquid dripping down from the brush. “Ah—I mean, it wasn’t that obvious, was it?” You mumbled through embarrassment. Furina shrugged. "I mean, kinda?" definitely looked like you were thinking about someone, but I just guessed it was Lyney because of your crush~” She grinned as she teased you. You continued to paint your nails as you gushed about him. “I don’t know, he’s just so sweet and patient, and very pretty, and so is his sister." You kept speaking till you started muttering that he probably doesn’t remember you at all or care about you. Furina raised her eyebrow. "Well, I mean, you promised me you’d do something about this crush, so why don’t you ask him to be your practice partner for your performance tomorrow?" Your face flushed a light pink; that seems a little intimate for someone you’ve barely interacted with, but you couldn’t deny the idea of dancing with him made you excited. “I mean, yeah, I could do that, but I'll be incredibly embarrassed if he says no…” Furina waved her hand. “He won't; at worst, he’ll tease you about it." She glanced down at her nails. “Oh wow, you did wonderfully on these, dear. Thank you!” Later that night, you lay in your bed, a fresh coat of paint on your nails, courtesy of Furina. A pretty pink with pearls on it, they were sharp and blended in with your pink and white sheets as you closed your eyes, thinking about what you were going to wear tomorrow, as well as if Lyney would notice you…
You pushed through your boring classes by doodling in your notebook, stealing accidental glances at Lyney in the halls, and giggling about it to yourself for an embarrassing amount of time. Finally, you get to the theatre, and set down your stuff, tying your hair into a style that won’t get in your way as you gaze longingly at Lyney. You knew you had to ask him to be your dance partner today, or Furina would be severely disappointed in you and probably ignore you later tonight, so after you swallowed your fear, you walked up to him. He was messing boredly with a pack of cards, staring down at his phone as if it owed him money. He noticed you walk over, and a smile slid onto his face. “ Oh my! What do I owe the pleasure of your presence for?” A faint blush already spread across your cheeks and nose, which filled Lyney with delight.
You bit your tongue in preparation for what you were about to ask of him and then just spit it out. “ Do you mind being my dance partner for today? Furina’s out early because of-” You didn’t get the chance to finish your rambling explanation when he interrupted you. “ Of course! I will warn you, though, I’m not the best at anything but magic.” He grinned, sharp canines poking out of his gums. You swallowed hard; you hadn’t noticed that before. It made him look so much cuter, and you had to drag your mind away from going further. He stood up, dusted off his slacks, and held out his hand. “You’ll have to teach me the moves while you're going, but we should probably go to the practice room.” You felt your mouth go dry at the offer of his hand, but took it nonetheless, feeling utterly stupid for being flustered by such a simple touch. As you two settled into the practice room, you started guiding him into the routine. Feeling more comfortable with him as the two of you spoke back and forth. He almost tripped a few times, and you grinned, making a small joke at his expense, “You're better with your hands, Mr Lyney. Maybe you should stick to magic.” He laughed and tilted his head slightly, a sheepish grin coming onto his face. “You're probably right, but I can’t say I’m not having fun with you.” The two of you finished the rehearsal of the dance and sat on the practice room floor, catching your breath. He offered you his phone, not realizing what he was trying to do, you cocked your head, confused. He smiled lightly, “ I’m trying to give you my number, dear.” When he said that, a fiery blush crawled up your neck, his stupid smile, and the pet name it made the interaction seem surreal. “ No, yeah, I totally knew that, I was just making sure…” “ Totally,” Lyney remarked as you put his number into your contacts. Once you gave him his phone back, he smiled at you and got up. “Well, I’ll see you around, cherie!” He grabbed his bag and left the room. You stared at his contact in your phone and immediately ran back to your dorm to tell Furina. When you got there, Furina turned around at her desk and watched you sit on the floor and giggle like a child, staring at the contact. “ Look!!” you squealed, offering her your phone, grinning up at her. Furina smiled back down at you, “ Wow! You did it! Good job, dear, now you have an actual chance!”
(Lyney Pov)
He looked down at his phone, several unanswered texts to Aether, but also, your contact sitting right above it. He had enjoyed hanging out with you more than he had with Aether in months. The way you looked at him with actual enjoyment in your expression when around. Sure, you were a little dense and got flustered really easily, but that just made you cute. Nevertheless, when he left the practice room, he went to look for Aether. When he did eventually find Aether, he was curled up quite close to Xiao. He bit his lip and just gave up. He sent a quick text to Aether containing “ You could have told me you were with him again.” He went back to his dorm and stared at your contact. Smiling at the memory of how flustered you got to be around him, so he decided to text you. He ended up spending most of the night just talking to you. And for once, he wasn’t worried about what Aether was doing; he was just happy to have someone else.
Wavess requesting Lyney content cuz i am genuinely starved. uhhh lyney comforting fem reader cuz she got really scared he was leaving her cuz he got really busy all of a sudden :3 thank youu
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a/n: i am so sososo sorry this took me so long wah😭😭 i got busy then i was running out of ideas andiwhwoehksektjswkwkw
this was kinda not all that proofread so i was really nervous and scared to post this,, i also didnt know if i wrote it good and if the idea was there
i hope you like it🥹🥹🙏🫶
'Did I do something wrong?'
That was your thought process every passing day that Lyney hasn't visited or approched you. — Of course you noticed! It's not hard to tell when the 'Greatest Magician of Fontaine' suddenly switches up his habits. And as much as you'd love to look for him and ask him about it, your heart just wouldn't let you.
I mean, you've seen him sometimes with the Traveller, but everytime you try to go near him he immediately runs off somewhere with Lynette! You even wonder if he still likes you from time to time...
And as you sit in silence for the nth time, the sunlight seeping through the windows as the sky; a beautiful golden evening glow, morphs into a somewhat luminous indigo color, — you find yourself resting on your bed, tiredly. 'Maybe he just doesn't want to see me...'
...
'But... if it ever came to that... then maybe it would be best...
— if I distanced myself from him.'
Lyney paces back and forth in the backstage of the opera house. He can't wait to see you after all! The week he's had has been too hectic for him, he thought, with an excited look clearly evident in his face.
A teasing look spreads upon Lynettes face (although its hard to tell if you don't know her well enough) when she sees how her brother is acting. She could always tell what he's thinking after all.
"Don't get too excited Lyney. Remember, we still have a job to do." she says, sounding bluntly to others, but to Lyney, that reassurance is more than enough of what he could've asked from her.
The audience cheers loudly, as they await Lyney and Lynette's performance. Lyney steps out first, and greets everyone.
"Welcome all to the one and only, Lyney and Lynette's Magic Show!" he smiles as he looks around the crowd, scanning each seat as if he was looking for someone; a woman he saw at Café Lutece the other day, a man with expensive taste with clothing, and an aquaintance of his.
Back and forth, Lyney skims through the audience with his sharp eyes, making sure he doesn't miss a single person. But maybe all that effort was for naught. His smile falters as he continues charming the crowd, because he realizes one thing, the anomaly amongst this entire audience laid upon him.
You weren't there.
You didn't come to the show you said you've been looking forward to all this time.
And now, he makes it his mission to find you and bring you back.
Once the show ended, Lyney immediately went out to look for you, making sure to inform Lynette, and his assistants before doing so.
He checked each place you both went to; your favorite spots, places you wished to explore, maybe his house? — All nothing. And so, he goes to the final place he hasn't checked yet, your home.
Soft knocks can be heard from your front door. It took everything in you to even stand up and move, even though your mind was telling you not to.
'Who could that be at this hour?' your mind wanders aimlessly. Part of you hoped that it was Lyney, but you immediately shook those thoughts away. 'Not now, Y/N.'
You gently open the door, opening it bit by bit just to take a peek on who the person could be. — But, it seems this person has other plans.
Lyney opens the door hurriedly, but careful not to be forceful, or possibly hurt you.
"...! Lyney..?! What are you doing here..?!" you say, shock evident in your tone. "I could ask you the same thing dove!" Lyney says as he approaches you slowly, closing the front door behind him.
"Why didn't you attend my show? Weren't you looking forward to it..?" he says with a worried tone, as his hands start roaming around, checking every detail of you to make sure you're okay.
"You were... concerned for me..?" the thought slips from your mind almost immediately, and you accidentally say it out loud. You instinctly cover your mouth because of it, but it looks like Lyney already heard you.
Of course he'd be worried! How could you possibly even ask a question like that?
...
Your eyes suddenly tear up, tiny drops rolling across your cheeks. You didn't even notice yourself tear up at first because of how much used you are of suppressing them. But of course, Lyney notices.
His hands instinctively move to your face, cupping it like you're a delicate thing that could break if handled incorrectly, as he moves the hand that's covering your mouth in order to give you room to breathe. He doesn't speak — not yet of course — and waits for you to do so instead, patiently waiting any sort of response from you.
"..Gah! Im sorry... I didn't mean to blow up like this on you so suddenly..." you say in between sniffles. You really didn't wish to cry now, — not infront of him of all people.
The words come crashing down suddenly, as your breathing quickens and tears come out too quickly, not intending to stop any time soon. "I didn't mean to bail on your performance... I just... didn't know how to approach you, it felt like you didn't want to see me most of the time, and I was really scared you might leave me all of a sudden, and I didn't know what to do because of that, and I—"
Lyney cuts you off, his gaze worrying although a little distant. As he pulls you into a warm embrace, he slowly rubs your back to comfort you, and your breathing slowly but surely evening out bit by bit.
As you calm down, and as you both settle into each other, the atmosphere around you has shifted into a warmer tone, something raw and unguarded, more real.
"I'm sorry for making you feel that way. I never wanted to make you feel like that, never wanted to make you feel unwanted. I got busier with my work, and I didn't tell you because I thought you'd get worried — looking back at it now, that really wasn't a good idea.. huh?" Lyney chuckles at the end of his sentence, but there wasn't any teasing in it, just... regret.
"I will never make you feel like that ever again. You matter to me the most, you know? And it would pain me to find out that the person I love dearly, was hurt by me."
'This is fine', he thinks. In fact, this is more than fine. Holding you like this, being close to you. He would give everything, or do anything — just to see you smile once more. As long as you don't find out — not yet, atleast — that he's a part of the fatui, then maybe moments like these are if not, more than enough for him.
He hates lying to you of course, really he does. But if it makes you stay, if he gets to be with you, and gets to love you freely whenever he pleases, then he'll protect his secret at all costs.
starts sobbing on main, ever SINGLE time i think im freed from the shackles of my ex he comes back im so fucking tired, he keeps acting like he cares when HE ONLY CARES BECAUSE IM ANGRY i don't know what he's expecting i asked him to care back in januart when i wanted to end my shit, im doing better now and now he has to come back its too late ., augh i don't know what to do, i keep forgetting to block him on things and he keeps finding new ways to make me wanna puke i hate this i hate it all
heyyyyy someone should send me wishes for lyney..... hint.,. hint my uid is 675046222 on the north america sever ( PLEASEEE SEND ME MONEY I NEED LYNEY SO BAD)
