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[yuustars]

hey everyone, i just wanted to hop on here and say that i’m probably going to be leaving this blog:(

it’s not for any particular reason but mostly because i’ve been inactive for so long and my interactions here have gone down. i feel like it’s kind of a dead blog rn:( i’ve decided to start a new blog and continue writing. i’ll try to be more active on this fresh start as well.

as for my mutuals, i can we can continue being moots on my new acc (i’ll be following everyone there as well)!

thank you everyone so supporting me through this journey, i love you all so much!!

here’s the link to my new blog if you want to continue reading my writing<33

love you all,

vega 🫶

[yuustars]

hii vega ☆

saw your requests are open and can you please do a drabble for bachira with a dancer s/o who loves to choreograph dances and spends most of her time participating in dance competitions? thank you (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

feat. bachira meguru

warning(s) : none

a/n : heyyy! im so sorry it took me forever to finish this request but here you go!! also i’m not a dancer myself so some things in here might be inaccurate:(

“hey babe, how was the competition today? did you do well?” bachira asks as he enters you room, dropping his practice bag onto the wooden floor. "of course i did well, i qualified for nationals!" you beam at him as he rushes over to give you a hug. "babe, i'm so proud of you!" he squeezes you tightly. the force of his hug knocks both of you down onto your plush bed.

"thanks babe," you let go of him as he rolls over, now lying flat on his back instead of on top of you a few seconds ago. "so, how was practice?" you inquire. "it was good as usual," he shrugs, "but the season's over so we don't have much to do."

"then will you come watch me at nationals?" you ask. "is that even a question?" bachira asks. "of course i will!" you smile happily as you two settle into a more comfortable position, slightly cuddling each other on the bed.

“are you aiming for first place this year?” he asks. “of course, i’ll try to do better than last year that’s for sure,” you reply, “hmm…maybe you’ll even go to international competitions!” “really?” bachira smiles smugly at you. “i can’t wait for my s/o to become a famous choreograher~” he pinches your cheek teasingly. “and my s/o is going to be a famous soccer player,” you return the act.

bachira reminisces the first time he saw you dance at the school's talent show. the way your body move so elegantly yet so full of energy instantly captured his attention. what was even more surprising was that you choreographed the entire performance yourself.

in fact, he was so entranced by you and your talent that he asked for your number right after congratulating you on your first place win. and how could you resist the talented soccer player from your school's team whom you've admired from the stands for so long?

"megu, i choreographed a dance for both of us to your favorite song, wanna do it with me?" you ask, interrupting his train of thought. "how could i ever say no?" he replies.

bonus :

after practicing and filming the entire choreography, you decided to post it on social media for fun. you both woke up with a viral dance challenge the next day;)

user6024859 : damn, i knew bachira was a soccer player but his footwork is ON POINT

gojover0920 : IT COUPLE FR !!!

letjungc00k : bro i feel so single rn 🙄

[yuustars]

help i think my tumblrs lagging

SOS

[yuustars]

'They pretend to be your boyfriend' but kunigami,oliver and maybe Lorenzo?? Please 😭🛐

feat. kunigami, oliver, lorenzo

warning(s) : harrassment, weird comments, bllk boys being protective 😍

a/n : i’m so sorry i let this drag out for so long 😭 and it’s not my best work either 💔💔💔 but i wanted to at least finish writing it so i hope you enjoy!!!

KUNIGAMI

you're standing outside of the blue lock facility, waiting for your best friend to finish practice

tomorrow is an off-day for him, so kunigami offers for you two to hang out after not having met each other for so long

he should be out anytime now...you thought as you looked around for your best friend

a finger taps your shoulder from behind and you whirled around, thinking it was him, "hey kuni-" you start, only to be met with the face of a stranger

"heyy, what's a cutie like you doing here?" the person's flirty tone made you want to dig a hole in the ground and disappear right there

"oh-uhm, i'm just waiting for my...boyfriend! he's uhm...a blue lock player," you stuttered awkwardly

(kunigami wouldn't mind your white lies...right?)

"oh really? who is he then?" the person challenges you, not giving in to your lies

"hey should be coming out soon..." you turns your gaze towards the entrance, praying hoping that kunigami would somehow walk through the door

"come on, i know you're not waiting for any boyfriend. just give me your number, and i'll be the lover you need," the stranger steps in front of you

"uhm, no thank you. my boyfriend will really be coming soon," you're seriously starting to get annoyed

"i don't see any boyfriend, sweetheart, where is he?" the stranger asks mockingly

"oh, y/n, is that you?" you hear kunigami's voice from behind that stranger who was blocking your view

"kuni!!!" you exclaim, quickly rushing past the stranger and into your best friend's arms

"y/n, are you okay?" kunigami questions your actions

"that person has been harrassing me the entire time, please send help," you mutter through gritted teeth

"this is my boyfriend!" you 'introduce' him to the stranger

"and who are you? have you been bothering my s/o?" he glares at the person

kunigami takes it a step further as he hugs you protectively, shielding your face away from the stranger

you were glad he did, or else he would be able to see the very flustered expression on your very flustered face right now

"hey man, so sorry, i didn't know you two were dating," the person backs away and runs off, obviously intimidated by kunigami's stature

"thanks, kuni," you release him from the hug and take a step back

"i'm sorry i didn't arrive sooner, y/n," kunigami turns to you, a regretful look in his eyes

"it's okay!! let's get going now, yeah?" you smile, intertwining your hand with his

"yeah, let's," kunigami can only hope you don't notice the blush on his face as you drag him away to eat lunch

OLIVER

you were currently waiting outside the football stadium, having just watched the japanese u20 team play against blue lock

standing next to you was a stranger who had constantly been hitting on you through the entire match

their bad attempts got even worse as the match ended and they followed you all the way outside

"hey cutie, can you give me your number?" they ask

"i'm sorry, i don't give my number out to strangers," you decline politely

"then how about you go get a drink with me? then i won't be a stranger anymore, " they nag on, clearly not getting the hint

"i'm sorry, i have plans after this," you say

"oh, really? you know, if you didn't want to go out with me, you don't have to lie," the person says, a sneer appearing on their face

at the same time the conversation was happening, oliver was walking out the stadium with his teammates, and happened to see the entire thing unfold

he saw the person's attitude shift as they became more intimidating, possibly even harassing you

and oliver, the flirt gentleman he was, decided to step in

"hey babe, have you been waiting for long?” he rushes up to you, stepping in between you and the stranger, wrapping his arm around your shoulder protectively

“and have you been harrassing my s/o?” oliver glares at the stranger threateningly

the person, obviously intimidated now that they've been called out, turned to you and said, "well, if you had a boyfriend, you should've just told me," before leaving

after a moment of silence, oliver drops his hand from your shoulder and decides to speak up

"i know you didn't give them your number, but will you give me yours?" he asks, uncharacteristically shy

you observe his bashful demeanor as he rubs his nape nervously, a blush creeping up his cheeks

“it’s just, i’ve been noticing you during the match so…”

"i don't hand out my number to random strangers you know," you say

his face drops but he shrugs and turns around to walk away, accepting your decision

your next words, however, make him stop in his tracks.

"but i can make an exception for you."

LORENZO

you’re currently standing outside the fancy star-rated michelin restaurant, waiting for lorenzo to arrive

he had invited you to eat with him, to which your friends swore sounded like a date;)

you were minding your own business when suddenly a stranger walks up to you and taps you on the shoulder

“hey, what’s a beauty like you waiting here all alone? you got stood up or something?”

you have to hold yourself back from having a physical reaction at the backhanded compliment the stranger gives you

“no, i’m waiting for my friend, actually,” you say politely

“oh, really? you know, this restaurant is very exclusive and won’t keep tables for long. how about you come with me instead?” the stranger pushes on

“thank you for the offer but my friend is going to arrive any moment now-“ you say

and speak of the devil, because as soon as those words left your mouth, you recognize lorenzo’s car pull up at the entrance

he walks out in an extremely fashionable manner, looking as handsome as ever

“y/n, did you wait long?” lorenzo asks as he walks up to you

“no, i’ve just arrived,” you reassure him, completely turning away from the stranger

“and who’s this?” lorenzo looks at the stranger who seems to be in shock

“oh, wow, you’re don lorenzo right? i’m a huge fan,” the stranger says

“have you been bothering my girlfriend?” lorenzo wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close

he rubs comforting circles on your hips unconsciously (you could only hope he didn’t see the bright blush on your face)

“i-i’m so sorry, i didn’t know-“

“hmm, please get out of my sight, you’re worth nothing to me anyway,” lorenzo smirks as he watches the stranger scurry off

lorenzo turns to face you, further shocking you with his boldness as he place BOTH his hands on your hip this time

“you look beautiful tonight,” he gently tucks a stray hair behind your ears

“you look quite handsome yourself,” you smooth down his suit as he releases his grip on your waist

the fond look he gives you makes your heart skip a beat as you wrap your arm around his and you two make your way to the restaurant together

[yuustars]

'They pretend to be your boyfriend' but kunigami,oliver and maybe Lorenzo?? Please 😭🛐

feat. kunigami, oliver, lorenzo

warning(s) : harrassment, weird comments, bllk boys being protective 😍

a/n : i’m so sorry i let this drag out for so long 😭 and it’s not my best work either 💔💔💔 but i wanted to at least finish writing it so i hope you enjoy!!!

KUNIGAMI

you're standing outside of the blue lock facility, waiting for your best friend to finish practice

tomorrow is an off-day for him, so kunigami offers for you two to hang out after not having met each other for so long

he should be out anytime now...you thought as you looked around for your best friend

a finger taps your shoulder from behind and you whirled around, thinking it was him, "hey kuni-" you start, only to be met with the face of a stranger

"heyy, what's a cutie like you doing here?" the person's flirty tone made you want to dig a hole in the ground and disappear right there

"oh-uhm, i'm just waiting for my...boyfriend! he's uhm...a blue lock player," you stuttered awkwardly

(kunigami wouldn't mind your white lies...right?)

"oh really? who is he then?" the person challenges you, not giving in to your lies

"hey should be coming out soon..." you turns your gaze towards the entrance, praying hoping that kunigami would somehow walk through the door

"come on, i know you're not waiting for any boyfriend. just give me your number, and i'll be the lover you need," the stranger steps in front of you

"uhm, no thank you. my boyfriend will really be coming soon," you're seriously starting to get annoyed

"i don't see any boyfriend, sweetheart, where is he?" the stranger asks mockingly

"oh, y/n, is that you?" you hear kunigami's voice from behind that stranger who was blocking your view

"kuni!!!" you exclaim, quickly rushing past the stranger and into your best friend's arms

"y/n, are you okay?" kunigami questions your actions

"that person has been harrassing me the entire time, please send help," you mutter through gritted teeth

"this is my boyfriend!" you 'introduce' him to the stranger

"and who are you? have you been bothering my s/o?" he glares at the person

kunigami takes it a step further as he hugs you protectively, shielding your face away from the stranger

you were glad he did, or else he would be able to see the very flustered expression on your very flustered face right now

"hey man, so sorry, i didn't know you two were dating," the person backs away and runs off, obviously intimidated by kunigami's stature

"thanks, kuni," you release him from the hug and take a step back

"i'm sorry i didn't arrive sooner, y/n," kunigami turns to you, a regretful look in his eyes

"it's okay!! let's get going now, yeah?" you smile, intertwining your hand with his

"yeah, let's," kunigami can only hope you don't notice the blush on his face as you drag him away to eat lunch

OLIVER

you were currently waiting outside the football stadium, having just watched the japanese u20 team play against blue lock

standing next to you was a stranger who had constantly been hitting on you through the entire match

their bad attempts got even worse as the match ended and they followed you all the way outside

"hey cutie, can you give me your number?" they ask

"i'm sorry, i don't give my number out to strangers," you decline politely

"then how about you go get a drink with me? then i won't be a stranger anymore, " they nag on, clearly not getting the hint

"i'm sorry, i have plans after this," you say

"oh, really? you know, if you didn't want to go out with me, you don't have to lie," the person says, a sneer appearing on their face

at the same time the conversation was happening, oliver was walking out the stadium with his teammates, and happened to see the entire thing unfold

he saw the person's attitude shift as they became more intimidating, possibly even harassing you

and oliver, the flirt gentleman he was, decided to step in

"hey babe, have you been waiting for long?” he rushes up to you, stepping in between you and the stranger, wrapping his arm around your shoulder protectively

“and have you been harrassing my s/o?” oliver glares at the stranger threateningly

the person, obviously intimidated now that they've been called out, turned to you and said, "well, if you had a boyfriend, you should've just told me," before leaving

after a moment of silence, oliver drops his hand from your shoulder and decides to speak up

"i know you didn't give them your number, but will you give me yours?" he asks, uncharacteristically shy

you observe his bashful demeanor as he rubs his nape nervously, a blush creeping up his cheeks

“it’s just, i’ve been noticing you during the match so…”

"i don't hand out my number to random strangers you know," you say

his face drops but he shrugs and turns around to walk away, accepting your decision

your next words, however, make him stop in his tracks.

"but i can make an exception for you."

LORENZO

you’re currently standing outside the fancy star-rated michelin restaurant, waiting for lorenzo to arrive

he had invited you to eat with him, to which your friends swore sounded like a date;)

you were minding your own business when suddenly a stranger walks up to you and taps you on the shoulder

“hey, what’s a beauty like you waiting here all alone? you got stood up or something?”

you have to hold yourself back from having a physical reaction at the backhanded compliment the stranger gives you

“no, i’m waiting for my friend, actually,” you say politely

“oh, really? you know, this restaurant is very exclusive and won’t keep tables for long. how about you come with me instead?” the stranger pushes on

“thank you for the offer but my friend is going to arrive any moment now-“ you say

and speak of the devil, because as soon as those words left your mouth, you recognize lorenzo’s car pull up at the entrance

he walks out in an extremely fashionable manner, looking as handsome as ever

“y/n, did you wait long?” lorenzo asks as he walks up to you

“no, i’ve just arrived,” you reassure him, completely turning away from the stranger

“and who’s this?” lorenzo looks at the stranger who seems to be in shock

“oh, wow, you’re don lorenzo right? i’m a huge fan,” the stranger says

“have you been bothering my girlfriend?” lorenzo wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close

he rubs comforting circles on your hips unconsciously (you could only hope he didn’t see the bright blush on your face)

“i-i’m so sorry, i didn’t know-“

“hmm, please get out of my sight, you’re worth nothing to me anyway,” lorenzo smirks as he watches the stranger scurry off

lorenzo turns to face you, further shocking you with his boldness as he place BOTH his hands on your hip this time

“you look beautiful tonight,” he gently tucks a stray hair behind your ears

“you look quite handsome yourself,” you smooth down his suit as he releases his grip on your waist

the fond look he gives you makes your heart skip a beat as you wrap your arm around his and you two make your way to the restaurant together

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Birthdays With Them

Character(s) : Jing Yuan, Luka (My favs !!) Genre : Fluff a/n : My borfday!! wippieee >< I finally got my ass up to write something but its for me :sob: I'll try my best to produce more fics once i have the motivation for it! I apologize deeply for those who sent me requests in my inbox that I have not answer yet! Also the idea is inspired by the beloved @particular-one

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Xianzhou Luofu in a soft, orange glow, the courtyard of your shared residence was bathed in the gentle illumination of lanterns. It was your birthday, and you had been looking forward to spending the day with Jing Yuan. Though he was known for his meticulous nature, today was a day for celebration and a break from his usual responsibilities as the leader of the Cloud Knights.

Jing Yuan had put in a great deal of effort to make this day special. He had an unexpected talent for planning and orchestrating surprises, which had never ceased to amaze you. His seemingly lazy demeanor belied his meticulous attention to detail, especially when it came to matters close to his heart.

You'd spent the morning with him, starting with a leisurely breakfast. Jing Yuan had prepared all your favorite dishes, even ones that weren't commonly found in Xianzhou Luofu. The two of you had laughed and shared stories as the morning sun filtered through the windows.

In the afternoon, you'd taken a stroll through the picturesque gardens that surrounded your home. It was a rare sight to see Jing Yuan so at ease, his usual seriousness giving way to a relaxed smile.

As the evening approached, you found yourself drawn to the enchanting lantern-lit courtyard. The soft, golden light created a magical atmosphere, and the melodious sound of wind chimes filled the air. You were sitting together on a beautifully embroidered silk blanket, placed atop the grass, while the soothing fragrance of jasmine blossoms wafted around you.

Jing Yuan handed you a small, intricately carved wooden box, its lid adorned with delicate patterns and a ribbon that matched your favorite color. Your heart swelled with gratitude as you carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside, nestled in a bed of velvet, was a pendant. It was a stunning piece of jewelry, a silver moon and stars, studded with tiny sapphires, which shone like the night sky itself.

"It's for you," Jing Yuan said, his voice soft and full of affection. "I thought it would remind you of the nights we spend stargazing together."

Touched by the thoughtful gift, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm against yours, a testament to the deep love and connection that had grown between you two.

After your tender moment, he motioned to a table laden with an array of delicious desserts. There were mooncakes, a variety of fruit tarts, and a cake that seemed to have been decorated with your favorite colors.

"I couldn't decide which dessert you might like best, so I got them all," Jing Yuan said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Feel free to indulge."

You indulged indeed, savoring the sweetness of the mooncakes and the delicate flavors of the fruit tarts. With each bite, you were overwhelmed by the love and care that Jing Yuan had put into this special day.

As the night wore on, the two of you lay on the blanket, gazing up at the stars. Jing Yuan had a vast knowledge of constellations, and he pointed out the ones that held special meaning for you. The entire world seemed to disappear as you lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth and the tranquility of the night.

Jing Yuan had one final surprise. He produced a delicate paper lantern, its sides decorated with your favorite flowers. With a shared smile, you both lit it, and it floated up into the sky, carried away by the gentle breeze. Watching it ascend, you made a silent wish for the happiness and love that you'd found in each other's arms.

As the lantern disappeared into the darkness, Jing Yuan pulled you close, his arm draped around your shoulders, and whispered, "Happy birthday, my love. I hope this day has been as special for you as you are to me."

You woke up to the soft caress of sunlight streaming through your curtains, and as you stretched beneath the warm covers, you couldn't help but smile. Today was your birthday, a day you had been eagerly anticipating, not just for the gifts and cake, but for the special celebration you knew was waiting for you.

As you made your way downstairs, you were met with the delicious aroma of freshly baked pastries. The scent led you straight to the kitchen, where you found Luka in his element, donned in a flour-dusted apron, his red hair tied into that charming ponytail, and his robotic arm working with precision.

"Good morning, birthday star!" he beamed, turning to greet you with a flour-covered hand, which you gladly accepted. "I've been up early, preparing something special for you."

Your heart swelled with affection as you watched him fussing over the pastries, occasionally sneaking you a warm, floury kiss. He was a master of surprises, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you.

After a leisurely breakfast, Luka led you to the living room, where he had transformed it into a cozy haven of pillows and blankets. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as he handed you a neatly wrapped gift. It was a small, intricately carved wooden box.

With a grin, you opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver necklace with a delicate pendant, shaped like a tiny boxing glove. "Happy birthday, my love," Luka whispered, his eyes filled with adoration as he helped you put it on. "It's a symbol of our strength together."

Touched by the heartfelt gift, you leaned in for a kiss, savoring the softness of his lips and the warmth of his embrace. "I love it, Luka. Thank you," you murmured.

Luka smiled, leaning in to kiss you gently. "I'm glad you like it, but the day is far from over, my love. There's more in store for you."

The two of you spent the day exploring the city hand in hand. Luka had planned a perfect itinerary filled with all your favorite activities. You visited the art gallery where you admired the paintings and sculptures, hand in hand, Luka whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You then headed to the park, where you shared a romantic picnic under the shade of a towering oak tree.

After the picnic, Luka surprised you with a visit to a local animal shelter, knowing how much you adored animals. The two of you spent time playing with puppies, and Luka couldn't help but laugh as one of the dogs affectionately licked your face. "Even the puppies know you're special," he teased.

Luka led you to a cozy little cafe. It was a place you both loved, filled with the soothing aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Sitting across from each other, you sipped your drinks and shared stories, reliving memories of your time together. Luka's eyes sparkled as he gazed at you, and his hand found its way to yours beneath the table.

"I'm grateful for every moment I get to spend with you, my shining star," Luka said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You make my life brighter every single day."

Your heart swelled with love and appreciation as you replied, "I feel the same way, Luka. You make every day an adventure, and I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

With that, you spent the rest of the evening lost in each other's company, celebrating your love and the beautiful journey you had embarked on together. As the night grew darker and the city lights sparkled around you, you knew that this birthday would be one for the books, a day filled with surprises, love, and the magic of Luka's unwavering devotion.

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Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]

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PLASTIC FLOWERS | LYNEY

i. summary the great magician lyney wooing nine-to-fiver reader

ii. tags 1.8k words, fluff, reader is a little slow but hey that’s what 9-to-5 does to someone, pining lyney, awkward flirting, and a lot of wilted flowers im sorry…

You’ve heard of Lyney and Lynette in passing before. You might’ve rushed past one of their street performances once or twice, or maybe you stumbled upon flyers promoting their grand shows fluttering past. However, today, they are the center of every discussion, particularly Lyney, from your gushing coworkers. They swoon about how charming the young man was to them, and how exceptionally talented twins are.

You start to feel a little left out. You want to witness what all the excitement is all about, too. Your nine-to-five has you rushing back and forth the streets of Fontaine like there’s no tomorrow—and to your defense, with all the rumors and prophecies floating around, it might as well be that case.

Afternoon. Nearly evening. Your legs feel like water, liquid, and unable to keep themselves upright. You’re like a zombie walking back to your humble abode, drained of human life from too much human interaction.

A round of applause has you slowing your steps, your attention pulled towards a small crowd as if struck by a magnetic force.

A young man stands at the center, grinning devilishly as the crowd once again erupts into gasps of awe. He clutches a deck of cards in his hand, the classic image of what comes to mind when you think of magicians. Yet, you find yourself unable to move. It might be your water-legs; it might be how the man has everyone spellbound.

“Thank you, everyone!” he says, and the spell is broken at once. Was it a spell? It felt like one. “Be sure to come next week to Lynette and I’s performance at the Opera Epiclese, alright?” So he is Lyney.

Witnessing his elegance and heart-stealing smirk, you at least now know that your coworkers were certainly telling the truth.

The crowd filters out one by one. You do the same, wondering how much the tickets would cost. Hopefully no more than your usual dinner; that would mean you’d have to eat frozen bread for an entire evening.

“Wait, wait!”

You turn at the frantic exclamation, startled when Lyney is looking directly at you and rushing toward you. Panicked, you quickly scan your surroundings, only to find that there’s no one else he could possibly be referring to.

Just you.

“Hello,” you murmur begrudgingly once he’s at a close distance.

“Hi,” he says back, a little breathless. “You missed the show earlier.”

“I—I did.” Is he seriously talking to you? “But don’t worry! I saw enough. It was really cool!” Really? It was really cool?

He relaxes, his smile turning pleased. Lyney’s gaze feels heavy when you’re the only one holding onto it. “That’s a shame. I’ve seen you around before, zipping through. I won’t let you slip through my fingers this time around.”

His voice is smooth. You find yourself liking the lilac of his eyes.

At your stunned silence, Lyney continues, “Here, watch my hand closely, alright?”

You nod obediently, mostly to conceal how flustered his presence is making you feel. It feels as if his voice is right beside your ears, or it might just be how it seems like the world quiets down for this moment.

He closes his palm. You hear him huff a sweet laugh. You get distracted and glance up, though it seems it was a mistake. He grins at you knowingly, eyes twinkling—his stupid, dark eyes. You look back down, and a flower has magically appeared square on his palm.

It’s a flower you’re unfamiliar with, but it’s beautiful and smells sweet so you find yourself uncaring of whatever it could mean.

He stares patiently.

You blink, dumb-struck. “For me?”

“Of course,” he says with a dazzling grin.

“Oh, thank you, but I— I really don’t know how to take care of these things, and I’m so busy, I don’t know if I should—”

You reject it. Which, in hindsight, was most rude.

Lyney tilts his head, smiling like you’re some cute cat he found passing by—and that gaze has your words dying on your tongue. “I’m not giving it to you for you to feel burdened with the responsibility of taking care of it. Trust me, I just want you to have it.”

You look at him, uncertainty flashing in your expression. “You don’t want to give it to someone else…?”

“Why would I? I saved this one especially for you,” the sweet talker says.

You highly doubt his words, but it’s nice to hear nevertheless. With a bashful smile, you take the flower and vow to yourself to take care of it as much as you can. It’s the only flower you’ve received your entire life.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

He lights up impossibly, standing out so easily against the crowd. Just like that, you’re captivated.

The next day, Lyney reappears in your life. You're beginning to suspect that his hat conceals an infinite stockpile of these roses, and maybe that's the true magic: the enigma of Lyney's never-ending supply.

This time around, he’s loitering the streets without plans for any performances, however small. Though, he still entertains you in different ways.

“My work’s not too nice,” you tell him when he asks why you look tired, all too aware of your sore feet and cheeks from straining smiles all day. “I don’t know how you performers do it non-stop. I feel like I could just sleep on this sidewalk.”

“It might be helping that I love doing what I do,” Lyney supplies after a thoughtful hum. It’s still a little surreal having the man printed in posters and pictures all over The Steambird is now casually walking alongside you, but it’s nice. You feel your world has just brightened up a little—the new change of pace painting over the dull back and forth you’ve been living through for a while.

“Hey,” Lyney starts, as your eyes flick up from the ground to him. He’s holding another flower.

You smile as you gingerly take it from his fingers, skin brushing against his glove-free hands. “You’re helping the flower shops thrive, that’s for sure.”

“What can I say? I’m wonderful like that.”

You laugh, but it quickly dies down when you catch a glimpse of how Lyney is staring at you so openly with a bit of awe.

You clear your throat, looking away.

Lyney does the same as you find your face heating up. “Sorry.”

“Um,” scrambling for a change of topic, you say, “Are you trying to get me to watch the show you and your sister are holding next week?”

“What?” Lyney blinks, caught off guard. He smiles lopsidedly as you await for an answer. “No, I’m talking to you because I like you. And here I thought I was making myself obvious.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit slow,” you say, in a daze at his blunt confession.

That was nothing (that has to be). That was probably just your imagination, honestly—fantasizing about a handsome face, a small braid, and a mischievous grin. And you definitely don’t find yourself lying awake at night thinking about it.

As always, Lyney comes with a flower in hand. And you find out that he wasn’t lying when he said he saves a special flower for you.

You’re not sure how it seamlessly became a routine with him. At times, you wonder if he’s actually keeping track of the roses if you haven’t been throwing them to the trash. You wouldn't be able to deny it; you eventually would have to discard a once again graying rose, no matter how heartbreaking the parting is.

This time, you’re prepared. You've been studying up, like a lovesick high school student devouring dating magazines during your spare moments at work. The rose will still most likely wilt unfairly fast with how you’re barely a presence in your own home; sleeping soundly as soon as you arrive.

Lyney is smiling softly as he gives this one to you, silent. Though that’s probably because you’re raving on about how you swear that the next ones he’ll give will live longer if you figure out how to do it right.

He likes doing that—staring at you like watching a film play even though he’s the one on stage more often than not.

“Do you know what all those flowers I gave you mean?” he asks as you’re twirling it around and counting the petals. They’re still bright pink, fading to yellow at its tips. You shake your head. It could mean anything, really. You haven’t gotten to that part of the book yet. “My feelings for you,” he says. “I give them to you every day so you’re reminded of it.”

Your finger catches on one of the petals, your skin burning. “…Is that what you think? I feel horrible; the flowers you’ve given me all die in a day or two.”

Lyney laughs. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

“How else can I show you I’m not just casting your feelings aside?”

You turn to Lyney, wondering why he suddenly went silent. Only then, you see how he has his face buried in his palm, a dazed smile peeking out from what’s visible. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“...Sorry.”

He recovers fast. “Don’t be sorry.” Lyney holds your jaw in a precise grip, keeping your gaze focused on him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

It’s only the next morning do you realize that the petals haven’t changed at all. You’re not sure why you haven’t noticed earlier.

Then again, you should’ve realized when he brought up what they mean so suddenly, that slick bastard.

Lyney sees you around the afternoon, and immediately he sees something new around your collar, probably because he keeps staring at it.

Lyney pulls you closer with a hand on the small of your back, and the other inspecting your brand-new necklace. “Is this…?”

It was a bit difficult to craft your own accessory, but you tried nevertheless. If Lyney goes out of his way to purchase different kinds of flowers, the least you can do is show him that each one makes you as happy as the first one did.

“You said they’re kind of like your feelings, right?” you say, unsure as to why you’re whispering. Lyney’s expression looks a little fragile. “So I made them into something to remind me of you every day.”

He presses his face onto your neck, and you nearly lose balance, holding onto the back of his head to keep yourself upright. “You’re too cute, amour. My heart can’t handle all of this,” he weeps dramatically.

( “Close your mouth, Lyney. You’re drooling,” Lynette says as she follows his gaze, watching you flutter past.

Lyney’s mouth snaps shut, wiping at his lips. He frowns. “I wasn’t even drooling.” He shakes his head. “Nevermind that—do you know who that was?”

“No,” Lynette says simply. “But I’m sure you’ll find a way to figure out eventually.” )

lyney went back to giving you real flowers after that btw

this was inspired by me daydreaming about lyney’s character quest and remembering that he literally gave us that flower accessory

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