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xiaoscarasimp · 8 months

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Smol Bit of Cat Boy Smut 2

Lyney managed to come home ^^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

pt 3 anyone??

#fanfic #genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #scaramouche x reader #lyney x reader #cat boy #size kink #size difference #macro/micro #growth #shrinking #not beta read #scaramouche x lyney

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jar-of-maise · 8 months

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on my way to write a heroes x villain au even though my coffee is unfinished, my work about to swallow me alive and my math exam in two days

#lyney #genshin impact #fanfiction #yeah i have a problem i know #lyney x reader #sorta its an oc but read it as a self insert if you wish #im actually going to cry this workload is insane #dsflkfgs #anti-hero lyney has been eating away at my sanity #speaking of sanity his thigh highs have snatched it yall are never getting it back #lynette most relatable sibling (real)#freminet #he's the silliest #oh my god im so tired #this is what happens when your entire hand-in task gets nuked #historically accurate #i need therapy #send help #why am i like this

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ajaxpilled · 7 months

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what are some of your favorite genshin ships? in the context of kink or not, im just curious :3

i have so many and most are rare pairs like kazuha or venti x kaeya 😭😭 zhongxiao goes crazy tho and diluven but im so crazy for wriothesely and lyney rn. but also. kazuha/itto was never even given a chance </33

#chaeya is king ofc but where are the chihaitham fics...........WHERE are the kaeyno fics like 🤲🤲#u can tell who my favs are i just ship them with anybody #i am probably too old to be reading fics but honestly some are even longer and more fun than my course books and regular books sorry #5nemo will always reign tho im a bit sad lyney did not join the harem #but ! x/iabedo!! k/aelumi and c/hiscara!!! mainstream go crazy

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mwahkazu · 3 months

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03; -> we’ll just kiss our careers goodbye & focus our efforts on charity! smh…

stealing the spotlight — a genshin smau. [ idol! lyney x underground artist! reader ]

chapter warnings: one swear word lmao. ignore time stamps. | w.c: 965

the scowl that forms on lyney’s face is anything but pleasant. followed with the sharp click of his tongue, he gives his phone screen a final look before tossing it onto the vanity desk.

an irritated sigh escapes from him as he slumps back into his chair. an action that makes the idling hair stylist and makeup artist beside him give each other hesitant looks as they debate whether or not they continue with getting the now exasperated singer ready.

“lyney,” lynette calls from the couch, taking a small sip at her tea. “you’re not letting the stylists do their jobs.”

“…well how can i be expected to just sit here when my own fans are still pestering me about doing some ridiculous collaboration?”

sigh, well there goes pre-rehearsal tea time.

placing her cup down, lynette sends a knowing nod to the two awkwardly standing stylists, who immediately get the hint and scurry out of the dressing room. once the coast was clear, lynette crossed her arms and glanced back at her brother with a disgruntled look.

“you’re not seriously still going on about that one artist, are you?” but one look at her brother’s face in the mirror, and that says it all.

“honestly lyney…” she sighs. “i still don’t get what exactly the big deal is. they covered one of our songs and it got a lot of views. that’s it.”

“that’s it?” lyney repeats, acting as though his sister had just said the most outrageous thing ever. “their video practically blew up overnight.”

grabbing his phone once more, lyney does a few taps before walking over to show lynette his screen that displayed the video in question.

“they have almost twice the amount of views and likes compared to ours—the original, lynette. and it’s still going!” he exclaimed, turning the phone back to him as his eyes darted between the view count and likes.

if there’s one thing lynette has come to know about her brother, it’s that when it comes to competition or any comparison of sorts (regardless if both sides are acknowledging it), he’s not one to easily back down and be deemed the “sore loser” in the end.

“lyney, we can’t even begin to compare our fame with theirs. we’d instantly be put at a higher advantage.” lynette begins, taking the phone from his hands as she scrolls the video’s description and comments.

admittedly, she has yet to see the video fully for herself. anything that lynette’s actually heard of has all come from lyney himself.

which has been at a constant nonstop since yesterday morning when he came bursting into her bedroom at the crack of dawn rambling on and on about the video. how the quality of the cover was good but not that good that it should get more views than theirs, and how he finds it cute that some mediocre band and singer think they could just swoop in and steal the attention of his beloved fans and–

yea, you get the jist. and now here he was again, about to spiral down that hole of borderline competitiveness.

“if anything, we should be grateful that they covered a song of ours.” she reasoned, trying to throw some sense his way. “greater attention to our music means more publicity for us, which is exactly what we want. right?”

“well yea, but–”

“exactly.” she interjects, returning the phone to him and standing up from the couch. “now put that pout of yours away, and get ready.”

lynette instructs, not allowing lyney to utter another complaint as she turns to exit the room. “rehearsals are starting in five and i’d much prefer to wrap this up sooner rather than later. that way we can head home and i can go into power saving mode for the rest of the day.”

after shutting the door behind her, a silence would befall into the room that now only occupied a sulking singer and his lax cat that perused across the vanity desk, taking the occasional sniff at the cosmetics and fragrant perfume bottles.

but instead of calling the stylists back in and getting ready as his sister had directed him to do so, lyney only continued to look at his phone. rehearsals could wait for all he cared. right now, he was determined to get to the bottom of figuring out who exactly this supposed up and coming artist was that had seemingly outshined him.

“[name] huh…” lyney ponders, reading out the name of the artist from their account displayed on his screen with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “two can play that game.”

“achoo!”

“well..bless you.” heizou says, giving you a brief side eye as he pulls his tray of food closer to him and away from you spreading germs.

“heizou don’t even.” you warn.

“coming down with a cold?” kazuha asks, offering you a tissue which you graciously accept and thank him for.

“i don’t think so. i’ve been fine these last few days.” you ponder on possible reasonings to your sudden episodes of sneezings but ultimately come up empty. “the only thing i can think of being the root of the cause is rosseland but–”

“see! i’m telling you—that cat is bad news.” oh boy, here he goes again. “i mean think about it. it came out of nowhere first of all, and then each time you go to sleep, it’s gone the next morning. poof!”

“hey heizou.”

“yea?”

“shut the fuck up please.”

heizou sends you a glare before snatching the untouched apple on your food tray that you were, unfortunately, not fast enough to react to.

“fine then. suit yourself.” he shrugs, taking a bite of the apple as he points a finger at you. “but don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

end note: and with that lyney is finally introduced into the story! honestly kind of experienced a writer’s block in how i should approach this scene but hopefully it turned out okay </3

ALSO happy valentines day! this was indeed queued to be uploaded today even tho it literally has nothing to do with valentines lolol maybe a potential post on here later of idol! lyney hcs on how he’d spend v-day with you but we’ll see!

no fun story fact today!

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis ; ━ lyney and lynette, the tantalizing duo that have taken the music industry by storm: dominating the charts, selling out shows, enrapturing the hearts of many, you name it. naturally, with their ever-growing stardom, it’s no surprise hundreds of aspiring artists cover their songs, which lyney finds pathetically cute—in an endearing way of course! after all, he absolutely adores his fans above all. what he doesn’t find amusing though is when a seemingly unknown underground artist like you covers one of his songs that practically blows up on the internet, outshining the original. but when lyney decides to confront you personally about such a matter, you’re left at a loss because—who the hell is this spoiled brat of a celebrity?

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#stealing the spotlight! ✩#genshin impact #genshin #genshin smau #genshin x reader #genshin impact lyney #genshin lyney #lyney smau #lyney #lyney fanfic #lyney x gn reader #lyney x gender neutral reader #lyney x y/n #lyney x you #lyney x reader #if anyone reads tags im like literally supressing the urge to start working on kuni’s smau EVEN THO ITS ALL I WANT TO DO😭#im already starting to love the concept for saccherine melodies :(( (aka idol kuni’s smau)#his playlist is also my absolute favorite out of the two ive made so far

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4giorno · 9 months

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oh the gi leak reddit is open again hjdjsjfkf

#i only checked the banner order and rarities and weapon types and girl. i am in shambles #THANK FUCK 4.1 is shop reset #still. it wont be enough unless i win every 50/50 hdkfjdjdj #if i lose lyneys 50/50 ill have to just leave it at that im afraid #im EXTREMELY happy abt the weapon types and rarities. like i whisper screamed from happiness #one of my fears abt wrios kit was seemingly confirmed tho hdjfdjdjdjf #also i did see in the titles abt the new thing related to 4.x kits and i have to say: huh?#LMAO i did not read the posts tho i wanna find out myself (in 2 weeks HOLY FUCK)#okay now a warning for a leak thats a bit less vague okay?????:#time to level up my crescent pike finally i guess hkffkjdkfkfkf #idk maybe i should get his weapon if its disappearing forever.......... i dont want another hunters path situation

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abyssruler · 8 months

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arguments and odd positions

lyney x gn!reader

you knew lyney was a magician, but opening your fridge only to see him inside instead of your recently bought groceries is taking it a little too far. or — you refuse to talk to lyney after an argument, which leads to lyney putting himself in various odd positions in order to get you to speak to him.

comedy-ish, just lyney being weird and lynette being his accomplice

Lyney’s not one to let you stew in your anger after an argument. He’s persistent in getting you to speak with him to try and resolve the issue, which leads to a few… ridiculous and frankly odd situations he puts himself in just so he can talk to you.

An hour after you rushed off after a heated argument, you open your door only to find a little note stamped on it with the words I’m sorry :( written in a loopy handwriting. A bit creepy that he sneaked into your bedroom without your notice, but while the note makes you soften a bit, you’re still angry with him.

Which then leads to more… drastic measures. The likes of which Lyney has to force Lynette to help him with.

Two hours after your argument, you’re opening your fridge, only to lurch away and bite back a scream of surprise when you see Lyney standing inside your fridge.

“I’m sorry—” he starts, but you’re quick to close the door on him.

It escalates after that.

Everywhere you go, Lyney is right there.

In the middle of watering the plants in your backyard, you shift a few leaves from a bush and come face to face with none other than Lyney. He smiles sheepishly at you, a few twigs stuck in his hair. You don’t know how he managed to hide himself in that bush, but instead of acknowledging him, you spray him with water and leave.

You’re in the middle of cooking when you open your cupboard and see Lyney crouched inside the small space (how did he even fit in there?) He gives you a little wave which you ignore as you close the cupboard on him.

It goes on like that for a while. You turning around and seeing Lyney in bizarre positions that make you question how he even managed to end up in the first place.

You check in on your aquarium to feed your fish, only to see Lyney inside the aquarium. You open a book to read, but Lyney’s face is printed on every page. You try reading the newspaper, but the headlines are filled with nothing but Lyney’s name and why you should forgive him. You play a song, but Lyney’s voice echoes instead of the opera singer’s. You open your closet to change clothes, and Lyney is inside the cramped space wearing your clothes.

He’s everywhere.

You shift the curtains open, and Lyney. Is. Right. There.

You swear the windows had been firmly shut, and there hadn’t even been the slightest outline to tell that a person was hiding behind the curtains.

“Darling, please—”

You swish the curtains close on him and stomp your way to the bedroom. You make sure to lock the door, double checking the windows to prevent any chances of Lyney sneaking in.

When you’re sure that not even the hydro archon can break into your room, you sink down on your bed, exhaustion settling in as you turn your head over this bizarre day.

Lyney was persistent, yes, but never to this degree. He showered you with all sorts of compliments and bent over backwards so you can always have your way. In hindsight, the fact that you’ve never once argued before should have been a hint that Lyney has always been careful to make sure you’re happy—too careful, at that. It makes sense, you think, that he’s so desperate to make peace with you now that you’ve had your first argument.

Still, despite how odd his actions were, it was a little touching to see how far he’d go just to apologize to you. Maybe tomorrow you’ll finally acknowledge his existence.

You shift, turning to the other side of your bed—

And Lyney is right there, laying on his side and watching you with a smile on his lips.

You feel your anger and resolve crumble in the face of that smile. And really, it’s been a long day. Staying angry isn’t going to do anyone any good.

He opens his mouth, but you interrupt him with an exasperated sigh, shuffling forward and snuggling your head in the crook of his neck.

“I forgive you,” you murmur.

You feel him circle his arms around you, letting out a happy little sigh of contentment as he buried his face on top of your head, pressing a kiss that sends a spark right down your spine. He’s dressed in a soft shirt and cotton shorts made for sleeping, clearly having expected to sleep here beside you. Sneaky. You’ll get him back for the near heart attacks today, but for now, you’ll settle for basking in the warmth he radiates, letting his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

And you think that’s the end of it, that the two of you will drift off to sleep in each others’ embrace, but then—

“Lynette, tell Freminet to cancel the fireworks show! Plan Y version two is no longer needed!”

#i love characterizing him as a silly little man #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #gn reader

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celestemona · 2 months

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WHEN THEY’RE DADS

and how they deal with their children and domestic life.

pairing: dad & husband! wriothesley, lyney and neuvillette x fem! reader.

cw: original characters, slightly ooc to fit the plot, domesticity, fluff. pregnancy is mentioned to introductions but not too elaborated. not beta read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

kazuha’s part. | part. ii

Wriothesley

If outsiders had previously felt intimidated just by the Duke's fame, with the announcement of your pregnancy, the mere mention of his name was capable of frightening even the bravest of men. And it was no wonder since now he was often seen patrolling the corridors of the Fortress of Meropide with a frown on his eyes and his fists clenched like he was ready to go into combat — if newest prisoners had already feared the idea of meeting him before, now they did anything to never be caught on his sight.

What they didn't know, however, was that internally Wriothesley was a nervous wreck about the whole situation, and his mask of aloofness was the only one he knew to use to hide the imminent fear that was bubbling in the depths of his soul.

Luckily for him, and for the citizens of the fortress, Wriothesley had a very attentive, convincing and confident wife. It was thanks to you and your assurances that the duke was able to calm down and overcome some of his insecurities and then finally celebrate the arrival of his son.

When this happened, even the guards felt they could breathe a sigh of relief and they thanked you, the duchess, for the sudden change in their boss. You just winked in complicity.

In turn, little Cameron couldn't have come into the world at the worst possible time, which only served to rekindle and feed Wriothesley's fears. You were weak and sick, barely able to move even with all of Sigewinne's treatments. Plus, Fontaine was going through too many abrupt changes for the two of you to keep up with, which only made your recovery more difficult. Wriothesley feared losing both you and the baby, but deep down he knew that his wife was stronger than she let on and that trusting you was the only thing to do.

And fortunately for him, Wriothesley wasn’t mistaken as both you and the baby managed to overcome all the terror that was the birth.

“Please don’t scare me like that anymore. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you both.” he had told you with a trembling voice from the fear still running through his veins.

“You need to start giving me more credit, Wrio”, you respond, kissing his cheek, “Your wife is too stubborn to let herself be overcome by any illness.”

Although Wriothesley initially had doubts about fatherhood, as his own background hadn’t given him a good view of it, he was an incredible father. His gentleness and affection were immeasurable and not just you, but the entire Fortress of Meropide could notice a soft side blooming in him. This didn’t mean that he left his guard completely goes down because the duke still remained adamant about the laws and administration of the prison.

Still, it was comforting (and even funny) to see the cryo user patrolling the production zones or administrative areas with a baby that looked so much like him held in a carrier on his torso — not that they dared mention it to him, much less get closer to the new father.

Cameron was also a very calm baby, rarely getting angry about something; instead, preferring to observe his surroundings. His icy blue eyes always seemed to sparkle with curiosity and Wriothesley found this characteristic particularly fascinating.

When it came to taking care of the baby, you and your husband always took turns so that the care of the child and the Fortress of Meropide was well managed. And to tell the truth, your teamwork was very good because when Wriothesley had to take on his duties as duke, Cameron was happy with your attention, and when you were requested as interrogator, your husband spent hours locked in his office with the mini version of him sitting on his lap as he enjoys a cup of tea as well.

Like every first-time father, Wriothesley faces the negative and positive sides of fatherhood. Some nights he is awakened by his past demons and a sudden dread appears to cloud his thoughts. But as he looks at his son's growth, celebrate the success of his small achievements and admire the honorable young man that Cameron is becoming, he knows he has done a good job and there is nothing to fear.

“Well, since we have nothing to fear, then it’s time for me to announce that I’m pregnant again, right?”

Lyney

Lyney liked to think that even if you didn't meet in this life, you would meet in your next incarnation; even if you belonged to different worlds, your souls would find a way to cross time and space to find each other. It was as if a red string that only the two of you could see connected both of you, and for the magician, it was undeniable to say that destiny itself had written your story or that the stars in the sky had illuminated his path to you.

The love that he had for you was unconditional, and Lyney doubted that there was anything in the entire universe that could contradict that fact.

But, well, that was before you gave him what would be the greatest gifts of his life. His twins babies Quentin and Corinne.

Now, that everyone knew that Lyney was a loving husband was nothing new. Since the beginning of your relationship, the blonde man has always made sure to emphasize your dating then later marital status and he had never hidden his affections towards you, whether they be publicly or not. And with the announcement of your pregnancy, his pride only seemed to intensify as he always had a characteristic smile on his face when you walked together through the streets of Fontaine, showing you off like you were a rare jewel much for you enjoyment.

His affection and gentleness towards you remained the same, although this time there was a greater care that you couldn't help but appreciate. Your husband was always ready to grant your wishes and he was able to understand your feelings even before you had to verbalize them. Lyney was very good at dealing with people so it was no surprise how magnificent of a father he’d be too.

And, well, to say it exceeded your expectations would be an understatement.

You had never seen Lyney cry except for his slight watery look on your wedding day. However, that changed with the arrival of the twins who gave you the vision of the man openly crying while holding the two children in his arms, making it impossible for him not to be moved by this new phase of his life — giving you a beautiful memory to remember for all eternity.

“They look so much like you”, he said after a pause, his voice still breaking, “They are beautiful”.

And in fact the twins had inherited all your genes, allowing from Lyney only the inheritance of his violet-cat-shaped eye. To say that this upset him would be an unforgivable lie because for Lyney there was no one in the world as beautiful as the mother of his children and it made him happy that they look just like you.

That being said, Lyney is a doting dad deeply in love with his children. He quickly adapted to fatherhood even with the ups and downs that come with it — after all, he still had his duties to the House of Hearth and some of his performances required him to travel to another nation, leaving you and the twins behind, but he didn't let it get him down and became stronger through it.

Furthermore, Lyney understood very well the tiredness of motherhood and always having to be available to the children, so in the late hours of the night he was responsible for feeding, changing diapers or paying attention to the two babies.

From an early age, Quentin and Corinne already showed to have personalities as distinct as he and Lynette and it brought a smile to his face when he saw a little of himself reflected in his children. While Quentin always seemed to have a lot of energy, Corinne only demanded her father's attention if it was for her basic needs or a nap in his warm embrace.

Lyney would have no problem showing his children off in the public eye once they got older, but as long as they were defenseless kids he’d prioritize their privacy. Until that day came, he’d keep you and the twins under his wings, teaching them to take care of each other but also to learn to be independent.

As was also to be expected, magic and illusion tricks are two constants in your house and Lyney loves showing little tricks to the twins who always give him the best reactions.

Finally, Lyney is a proud dad and is happy for his children's small achievements. All his love is shown through words and actions, never failing to show every day how much he cares for them. No matter what path Quentin and Corinne decided to take, he’d be the first to support them. And even though deep down he feared that the world might erase the sparkle in their eyes, he’d always protect their innocence, no mattering the means.

Neuvillette

Just as in the beginning it was somewhat sudden for the people of Fontaine to get used to the idea and the sight of their Iudex walking through the streets of the capital at your side, it was equally shocking for them when a few years, after getting married, the image of you and your slightly rounded belly appeared on the cover of The Steambird in an exclusive interview about your career and personal life — in fact, it sales were as abundant as the water that surrounded the hydro nation, not surprising Charlotte a bit who was delighted with the audience received.

After all, if there was one thing the journalist knew very well, it was that fontaineians would always crave good gossip.

Not much was revealed to satisfy the citizens' curiosity, but it served as a trigger to make them create the most absurd theories. You didn't seem to care about them at all, though. In fact, you even fueled some rumors for your own pleasure. Neuvillette, however, didn't appreciate them as much as you did, especially when it involved his name and his supposed “lack of sensitivity”. When these comments reached him, the sunny sky was replaced by a few rain clouds.

The unknown truth was that you and Neuvillette had been planning to start a family for a long time, you just didn't know how to since the Sovereign heritage was little studied and your husband was afraid of risking your health and safety for a selfish dream. It was only after a lot of persuasion, support and even medical advice from Sigewinne that the two of you were able to announce your pregnancy and then welcome little Éveline.

To say that Neuvillette was a helicopter husband during your pregnancy would be an understatement. All his worry and attention suffocated you to the point of almost making you go crazy. Even if his care for the smallest details and his devotion to you were appreciated, it was something that annoyed you when extremes.

But then, after the ordeal of childbirth and with the baby finally sleeping in his arms, you were able to notice a new side awakening in the dragon. A passionate and serene look that only his daughter could bring him.

Neuvillette loves having the little one around and rarely left her side in the first days of her life. Fatherhood, not surprisingly, suits him very well as your husband always knows how to meet your daughter's needs before you even take action — perhaps it was experience from all those centuries caring for the Melusines or perhaps it was just his instincts providing for his offspring. Whatever it was, you couldn't be more grateful for his efforts.

Éveline showed to have your features, but she also inherited all of Neuvillette's draconic traits, including his personality you’d dare to say.

In fact, about this last topic is a detail that you learned to avoid because if your daughter cries, Neuvillette is distressed, and if both father and daughter aren’t happy Fontaine is devastated by a torrential rain.

Furthermore, Neuvillette is expected to be fiercely protective of the baby, allowing only a small and significant number of people to meet her in the first months. After all, loving is caring and he’d never forgive himself if something happened to her.

A curious fact that you’d love to share with your friends but can only record in photos would be that every night, and on his rare days off, Neuvillette would transform into his draconic form so he could snuggle up to Éveline and make her sleep — the difference in size between them completely melting you.

And even though his daughter was a little too old for that, he still loves to share these moments with her.

Overall, Neuvillette is a very attentive and affectionate father, preferring to show his love through gestures rather than words. Physical contact is a constant in your home so Éveline learned to grow up in an environment where hugs and pats on the head are everyday gestures.

Neuvillette, even if he’s busy with all his duties as chief justice of Fontaine, will never fail to be present at every stage of his daughter's life, teaching and guiding her to become a respectable, fair and noble-hearted person.

a/n: i intended to rewrite kazuha's part, delete his solo post and add it here but it'd be very troublesome because some people has read already. even though i wished to let it all together i'll let it like the way it is already. furthermore, i don't know if it's gonna turn into a series since my will to write disappears as fast as it appears. but if so, i'll only write for these four men.

please let me know if there's any mistakes ;)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #lyney #lyney x reader #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #genshin dads au

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harmonysanreads · 9 months

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Idée Fixe

yandere!lyney x reader

cw(s) : yandere, lyney, written before fontaine release

wc : 2.6k+

two dorks psychoanalyze each other. might kiss out of spite.

“For as many hearts as you steal, how many do you keep?”

The smooth texture from designed cards is felt across the tips of your fingers, your eyes capture the patterns printed on them through the filter of silvery moonlight and the sound of steps falling in sync with yours assure you of the verity of this encounter.

You don't even need to look up to picture the twinkling amethysts, the widening curve of lips that never convey anything concrete and a sudden bounce in the magician's steps ; the visage painted in your subconscious like the motifs on the cards your fingers fiddle with in intrigue.

The chilly night breeze are but twirls of playful edge,“You make it sound like something else,”

If you cared to look up, you would've noticed the subtle dance of his brows. Lyney begins to walk a step ahead of you in the midst of his short speech, through prolonged scrutiny that'd rival that of the most skilled jeweler's ; you've associated this change of pace to either be in preparation for his usual trickery — or, in the few sparse occasions that go as soon as they come, a casual introduction of another subject to eliminate the previous one. While one could accuse you of reading too much into things, you've long since learned that when it concerns the eccentric magician, the tell-tale details will reveal what he will not.

“Oh really? Perhaps it's your mind imagining insinuations that do not exist, you do have a creative brain.”

“Ouch, only you could insult and praise me in the same sentence.” Lyney places a hand over his heart to cradle it from the jab, though his choice of words should indicate offense, the delivery makes it clear he wouldn't have it any other way.

“Why, thank you, though you're gravely mistaken if you think that will change the subject.” with a swivel of his cape, Lyney spins to walk facing you, his strides (albeit backwards) unchanging in confidence and only when your lift your head to lock eyes, does his expression lighten.

“Well, to answer your question, the ones that are worth keeping, of course.”

The magician chuckles at your eye-roll, “Don't play coy, you know precisely how I meant that question.”

Lyney hums in pretend contemplation, gaze still fixated on your moonlit form, the beat of both of your steps grazing against the pavement and making it seem like a strange parade. Your question holds substance unknown to the rest of the world, but translucent to the magician.

It is both his frustration and delight that you're never bent by his charming words and theatrics. Your firm stare and insistence on the topic confirm his suspicions that you're searching for something particular, something uprooted from the very depths of his soul and he could bet his entire career that you won't stop until you've wrung it out. The answer you seek is nothing he can't give, it'd be simple as well, but precisely due to this knowledge the magician opts instead to test the limitations of your patience.

Truth be told, Lyney never likes it easy and neither do you.

For a miniscule lapse in the boundless confines of time, it's as though both of your world has separated from the existing one. For an amount that'd otherwise be uncomfortable, all exchange is made through your locked eyes. Like a secret shared between no other soul — despite your better judgement, the realization sends a jolt of thrill through your veins and you cannot help but wonder if the magician feels the same.

Seemingly out of thin air, Lyney twirls his magic wand in a wanton pattern, small sparks of light clash with the moon's glow before waltzing past your hair — you pause for not a second, knowing their goal lies in catching you off-guard. If Lyney was given the chance, he'd spend the rest of the night in determining whether you looking back to the cards in your hands was merely an expression of boredom or a brag of how accustomed you are to his theatrics.

Lyney dabbles between the lines of reality and illusion as a profession, blurring them without his audience's notice to make them believe a miracle. It's a simple trick he's succeeded in transforming into an art, so he was confident you'd be privy to the delusion as well. Whether it's due to you doing the same as him or the opposite entirely, Lyney's persistence in solving the puzzle piece named you only grows more tenacious day-by-day.

Sensing the magician's uncharacteristic quietude, you abandon the cards to his backwards marching form and the cheeky grin plastered on his face has you wishing you hadn't at all.

“Ah, but you see, the information you seek is confidential and I fear for prying ears. How about you come a little closer, and I'll tell you the amount?”

Lyney's face is a perfect replica of the grin-malkin cat he adores using as prop, a cloud obscures the moon's vision from seeing the act down earth and the shimmer of Lyney's eyes become pronounced in contrast to the shadow. In comparison, your visage that'd scream ‘preposterous!’ if it could looks nothing short of a circus.

Your steps come to a halt in unison, a breathy chuckle echoes throughout the dead of the night, “Aw, why that face? I don't bite~”

You blink in surprise and suddenly the magician's presence is way too closer than you recall ; he bows down to your ear and the heat of his breath almost makes a shiver run down your spine.

“... but, I might nibble.”

You catch his impish smirk from the corner of your eye and if Lyney notices how you choke in the formation of words, he could snag an award for acting like he didn't.

“Are you that fixated on creating a scandal? Must you always be so shameless?”

At that, Lyney leans away with a pout, hands folded behind his back and swaying back and forth on the heels of his shoes like a reprimanded child.

“Come on now, don't be such a killjoy. I went through all that trouble to whisk you from that boring party and this is how I'm thanked?”

The magician's words are a drawl, each one competing to be more irritating than the last. You have to take a deep breath and hold your tongue from reminding him that the escapade had been without your choice. The world places limitations on all sorts of things and you're not morbidly curious enough tonight to know the extent of the magician's good graces. A beat of tense silence passes, Lyney takes note of your averted gaze and it positively irks him.

Lack of eye-contact means a number of things ; nervousness, insecurity, hesitancy, guilt. For a performer like him whose pride resides in keeping his audience's eyes hooked on his every move, such a gesture is bitter tasting. But when it concerns you, it pricks and wounds his very soul. Lyney's sigh is one of weight and it inclines you to raise your head.

“By asking how many hearts I keep, you hope to know how many matters to me.”

The magician takes his hat off and moves forward to place it atop your head, his speech is not an assumption, nor an inquiry, but a statement. You straighten your posture when you notice the absence of a smile on his face, the sight so alien it has you on edge. While his gesture may be plain to an inexperienced eye, you know that he does it as an extension of his affection. For all the valued items he keeps dangling by the rim of that hat, he surrenders it all to you in a heartbeat.

But you still hold your breath and as expected, the solemn expression of his proves to be transient. Just before the hat grazes your locks, he tips it back, gives the vacancy of its inside an inspecting look and does an emptying gesture as if to prove its.. well, emptiness. There's a flicker in his eyes you're not given the time to catch as he brings his hat just above your head and does the same depleting motion again ; the scent of fresh roses engulf your senses as a thousand petals cascade down from the hat. As if on cue, the winds pick up and waltz them down upon your form.

Here's the thing ; while you may pride yourself in being experienced in discerning Lyney's tricks, it becomes a task to maintain a straight face as he never repeats his previous sleight of hand. What you can try to do instead is search for patterns, patterns reveal genres and genres reveal intentions. Lyney is a celebrated magician of the Court, his capabilities lie far from simple card tricks, so for him to resort to elementary jugglery instead of some grand spectacle, it can only mean he's trying to distract you yet again.

You feel the weight of his hat on your head at last, shifting all the cards on your left hand, you raise your right to adjust its position slightly.

Your encouragement for him to elaborate comes in the form of confirmation, “That'd be correct,”

The magician's lips curve up in fondness, a playful hum escapes him as you resume your walk, him returning to stride facing you again. It's a skill he's mastered in the duration of your acquaintance, for the purpose of stunts apparently. You have your suspicions — but then again, who doesn't when it concerns Lyney?

“Very well. You accuse me of being such a thief, yet, I think you are the guiltier one between us two.” the errant strands of the magician's hair sway, his eyes keep you captive.

He takes the inquisitive tilt of your head as incentive to conclude, “On the topic of hearts and all, I must ask first, when do you intend to return mine?”

The night winds pause, your brain processes Lyney's question until it blanks upon realization. Your eyes dart across his face that is void of all teasing cues, his eyes glazed over and you can tell he's holding his breath. Any consideration of his behavior aligning with trickery is eliminated just as quickly, because if anyone were to want to understand Lyney as intricately as you, they'd first need to learn to be able to distinguish his flirtation from fact.

“... Do I have to?”

You find yourself half concerned and half entertained as the magician narrowly avoids being hit by a pole, him having to maneuver to regain his footing. Both of your steps come to a halt as your laugh echoes throughout the dead of the night. Lyney sheepishly places a hand on the back of his neck but that sight is all too evanescent. The signature smirk of his returns with enthusiasm.

“Not at all,” he purrs, eyes flickering towards your restless ones that have settled on his magic cards again.

“In fact, mold it to your will, toss it to your whim and hold it captive as though it's a supplement of your own, if you may.”

Your ears hang onto each of Lyney's words but your eyes find no courage to look at the mirth that you're certain is plastered on his face, you take the moment to properly inspect the motifs on the cards with some distraction from the shadows of the night : the grin-malkin cat, a miniature Lyney sticking out his tongue, a tea cup, a penguin and—

You're left stupified as the card is abruptly snatched from your grasp, Lyney bounces back a few steps and confirms to be the culprit. You brisk walk to reach the magician and that turns out to be your biggest mistake.

The card is at first held between two of Lyney's fingers, him shaking it left and right in provocation and in the spur of the moment, you take a leap. You feel the wind of the card being propelled upward, the magician holding it out of your reach. Your desire to obtain the piece of paper exceeds your awareness of the sudden decrease in proximity between you both. You shift to your tiptoes and feel the surface of the card, one look through your peripheral at the magician's smile and you realize a little too late that you've fallen right into his trap.

“Now, let's see, the question that started this all : the number of hearts this magician holds dear is the answer to this riddle—”

You expected Lyney to make the card disappear or shift higher if possible, but instead his hand wraps around yours and you find yourself twirled a full circle. The motion catches you off-guard but the magician stabilizes you by placing a firm hand on your waist and pulling you to his eye-level. You find yourself out-of-breath and unable to look away as the moon shines its light on you two again.

“—Placed above, it makes greater things small. Placed beside, it makes small things greater. ” the magician tilts your chin up in his preferred angle with the card, the cool temperature of its margin contradicting the heat of your skin.

“In matters that count, it always comes first.”

The faint rustle of your garbs against his is resounding, your own reflection stares back through amethyst lenses.

Lyney's voice is but a whisper against your cheek as he concludes, “Where others increase, it keeps all things the same. What is it?”

Your frenzied mind momentarily dreads the scenario wherein someone catches you two in the midst of this rendezvous, from incipiency to this apparent climax ; it's built up to be nothing short of scandalous. But the magician has no care for that outcome, inching closer, closer and closer. As if sensing the new wave of worries that fill your mind, he halts but makes no attempt to lean back, his eyes regain their usual shine.

“Quite easy, don't you think? But, if you believe it to be so, you'll be mislead. After all, that is how the simplest magic bewilders the audience. Blink, and you might miss it.”

The magician dives in and your breath hitches. Your eyes are forced open when you feel yourself stumble forward. The first second is wasted with no action, the second one you register that you have the card in your hand — pressed to your lips, on the third you notice the absence of Lyney's presence and the forth brings down all the embarrassment crashing down on your poor heart.

You pull away the condemned card from your lips, heavens know what anyone would think if they saw you kissing a piece of paper in the middle of nowhere. Your face flushes in the lovely shades of pink, heart hammering against your ribcage.

I could've sworn that I felt...!

The magic card crumbles slightly by the edges because of your grip, the prickle of its corners remind you to take deep breaths and calm your raging thoughts. You shake your head with vigour, but you're unsure if it's to recollect the memory or to brush it off. You're left alone to ruminate the aftermath of the bizarre encounter in the cold winds of midnight and you almost want to drown yourself in the darkest depths of the sea as recollections of your reactions rapidly pass through your mind — you can practically hear Lyney's snickers in your head.

Your attention is then grabbed by the catalyst of your current predicament, you turn over the card and finally inspect the motif printed on the card ; two hearts, bounded by a shackle and a lock. You trace your thumb across the hearts and your mind retraces Lyney's cryptic words. If all interactions, encounters and memories you share with the eccentric magician of Fontaine would form a pinnacle for you to see the truth from ; you'd know that behind the veneer of charisma and humor, Lyney hides something far less innocent. And yet, regardless of the foreboding creeping up your spine, you find yourself unable to snap the tether of connection.

Because as it is, that which is mysterious, captivates us all.

may all lyney wanters be lyney havers<3

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quimichi · 12 days

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₊❏❜ ⋮ WEIRD FETISHES ⌒ - MDNI

warnings: weird fetishes, don't read if you're uncomfortable! Picked the most "normal" or tame ones-also, this is my view and visions of those fetishes

summary: Some rare, unspoken fetishes the characters have.

characters: genshin guys + harbingers x F!Reader

a/n: this is uhhh, interesting? I was bored, wanted to try something yk. I couldn't fit some characters into different fetishes, but you can idk--

Autassassinophilia

Being in life-threatening situations

❕️EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

Many say that the thrill of being caught is already hot enough, but it's not enough for him. He wants the adrenaline rushing through his body constantly. It's almost addictive...no, he is addicted already. Fucking you standing, so close to the edge of a cliff or at the edge of a building is good...but not enough. Having you choking him, or him choking you, being close to pass out, is not enough. Giving him head while driving, fingering you while you drive...is.not.enough...so what will be? ♡ Childe Wriothesley Scaramouche Capitano

Cardiophilia

cardiophiles are people who are, quite simply, in love with hearts. they enjoy and are aroused by the sight, sound, and/or feeling of the heart/heartbeat.

❕️EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

Whenever he holds your hand, his fingers can't help but wander to your wrist, feeling youe pulse. The beats inder his fingertips feel so intimate. Knowing your heart is beating, beating for him is almost to much to handle. And whenever you two cuddle and he's the little spoon, he'll place his head on your chest, listening close to your beating heart...oh how lovely you sound. Your heart beats so strong against his ear, he can literally feel it. ♡ Ayato Baizhu Dottore Albedo Venti

Candaulism

Exposing one's partner or images of their partner to others.

❕️EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

Oh, how he loves you and your body. Your pretty little head and soul. He's so sure many others will love you just the same (but never as much as he will). He takes pictures of you, has you as his wallpaper even. Lockscreen too! You know your tits are out, cum covered with your tounge sticking out. You're also aware your ass with his dick stuffed in your cunt is also somewhere in his gallery. And many many more. And he just fucking loves to show it off. No one is save, not even the mid 30s guy sittong beside him in the train. The nice grandmother buying her groceries. He'll accidentally or intentionally shove it in their faces, that you belong to him. And he belongs to you. ♡ Lyney Kaeya Itto Heizou

Gynephilia

Females or femininity, regardless of one's own sex or gender identity

❕️ EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

He'll pay you to get your nails done, you pick the color, shape, length, accessories, anything you want. You want make up too? Have his card and have fun, be wild, be bold, make a statement with that pretty face. No make up at all? Baby, you're such a beautiful woman regardless. You wanna have your hair done? Sure thing, tell him when the appointment is he'll drive you there. At the end of the day all of this and so much more is just for one purpose, to fuck you. He'll pull that hair, watch the mascara run down your pretty cheeks. Taste your lipgloss on his lips. Watch your nails looking stunning around his dick. A goddess like you, should step on a man like him. ♡ Diluc Pantalone Aether Kaveh Al-Haitham Pierro

Aquaphilia

A sexual fetish that involves people swimming, posing, or even drowning in water.

❕️EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

Dw he won't drown you-. You just look so elegant in water, how it hugs your body. How it makes your skin shine and glimmer, the droplets looking like little diamonds carefully placed on your skin by the hands of god himself. Not to mention how beautiful you look in your swim wear...It already happened so often you stopped counting after 20. You two having sex in water. Wheter its in a pool, lake, river or the ocean itself, he can't help himself. Heck, even you in your bathtub is a sight to behold. And if he had to be honest...maybe the bathtub is his favorite. Cause no one will see and hear anything, and it feels way more closer to you...♡ Neuvillette Freminet Kazuha Dainsleif

Had no idea what to do with these- Cyno Gorou Thoma Tighnari Xiao Xingqiu Zhongli

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xiaoscarasimp · 6 months

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A Smol Bit of Cat Boi Smut 4

I should make a master list eventually

Warnings: cat bois, lactation, nipple play, bath fun, oral(giving receiving) cum eating and ofc SiZE KiNk (growth shrinking breast expansion if you squint etc)

Minors DNI pls

"Guess who?"

You jump at the sudden darkness in front of your face, struggling to fight back the urge to punch whoever was behind you. The voice chuckles, and that's when you realize it's none other than the magician himself. As the hands remove themselves from your eyes you turn around and see Lyney crouched down behind you, a playful grin on his face. Like you, he's naked and your eyes travel down his body, admiring how slender it was. When your eyes drift downwards, you notice his cock, almost rubbed raw and still very much erect.

"Where's Scara?" You ask, averting your eyes from his nether regions, blushing furiously. While Scaramouche might have him beat on girth, Lyney made up for it in slender length.

"He's sleeping like a baby," He responds mischievously. A glint of humor flashes through his eyes combined with another emotion you couldn't place. "Mind if I join you this fine evening?"

"Well, it's your house and you're already here so I don't see why not."

Lyney slides in on top of you soliciting a groan from you due to the sudden weight on your lap. He chuckles before running his delicate fingers through your hair, praising it for how well you took care of it. The magician pats the top of your head, near your twitching ears.

…wait…ears?

You start reaching your hand towards the top of your head before your wrists are grabbed and placed in front of you. There was something on Lyney's head that wasn't there before: his very own set of cat ears, and as your eyes drift towards his ass, there is a slender blonde cat tail twitching in the water. He starts nuzzling your neck and gently biting on it and an unmistakable noise starts rumbling from his chest.

“Lyney…are you by chance…purring?” You hesitantly ask. No way this man was purring happily in a bath; weren’t cats supposed to hate water? Then again, Lyney wasn’t a “cat” by any extent, just feline features…sometimes. His sister on the other hand, had feline features all the time, so maybe he inherited some of the behaviors?

“Maybe,” He draws out the first syllable, still purring and nuzzling your neck. The tail finds itself attempting to wrap around one of your thighs, but eventually settles for draping it across them instead.

Lyney starts peppering kissing on your neck, biting gently as he goes. You turn your head away from him, stretching your neck to allow for more stimulation. Lyney smirks as you gasp and moan as the ministrations reach your collar bone, biting a bit harder this time. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing the soft mounds gently at first, but eventually his touch became a bit rougher.

“L-lyney, what are you doing?” You moan. Your body hasn’t recovered from earlier, still quite over stimulated from being fucked thoroughly. Your now sleeping cat boy had done a number on you, hole abused and little bite marks on your neck. “I-I’ve had my f-fun. I-it’s too much!”

“Ah-ah-ah,” He chides. “You’ve had your fun, meanwhile I have not."

His fingers squeeze your sensitive buds, the stimulation was almost too much. To make matters worse, he leans down and starts sucking on one nipple, pulling ever so slightly with his teeth. The wet sucking sounds along with the light flicks of his slightly rough tongue make you almost orgasm immediately. The blonde chuckles, sensing that you were getting close and immediately detaches himself, the saliva making your nipple sensitive to any change in temperature.

Knowing that you were becoming sensitive, he blows ever so gently on your chest, sending shivers up your spine. Lyney flips himself over so you can feel his erect cock against your body, leaking fluid into the water. He starts rubbing himself against you, yearning for that sweet release. He leans down once again and sucks on your other nipple, his weight shifting to push you further against the tub's edge.

You feel his weight shift on you. Before you can even look down, you feel a tightening around your nipple and-you guessed it-he had shrunk himself by about seven inches.

Was he planning this all along? He must have, since he came in with the cat ears. And wait, I have them too don't I?? You muse to yourself between the waves of pleasure.

"Yo'r b-boobs tashte sho g-good," Lyney attempts to speak with your nipple in his tiny mouth. "O'ly way they'd tashte bet'r ish withsh milk." His lilac eyes become hazed over with desire and lust. Lyney then waves his hand lazily in a circle and your nipples harden even further and your breasts become even more sensitive to the touch.

"Sho tashty," you hear him mumble and notice something that wasn't soap at the corners of his mouth.

"L-lyney!" You stand up, throwing him off into the water. Luckily, he was still big enough to reach the bottom, but only barely. Looking down, you notice a white fluid leaking from your nipples. "What the fuck?!"

"Relax, relax, mon chéri," Lyney motions to calm down with his hands, white fluid still at the corner of his mouth. "Just a bit of fun, no harm. And don't lie: you're enjoying yourself too. I can feel you thinking 'his tiny little mouth feels so good on me. Wonder how much he'll need to drink to get all big and strong?'" He smirks; he hit the nail on the head.

"Spoiler alert-if I keep drinking I'll just whittle away, making your boobs seem like enormous mounds that I can't get enough of. Or grow, whichever you prefer."

You ponder what he's saying for a brief moment then pick him up out of the water, being careful to not accidentally hurt your super sensitive breasts. The idea of bath fun seems amusing but you hoist his tiny body over your shoulder and bring him through your bedroom, mindful of the sleeping, grumpy cat boy. Lyney directs you to his bed room, somehow even more lavish than the other two rooms with a lounging sofa, a huge bed, bigger than a king size, and an enormous walk-in closet off to the side.

Gaping in awe, you feel a few small taps on your back. Your brain snaps back to reality that you were holding someone, albeit a small someone, over your shoulder. Not sure what to do with him, you sit him down on the bed despite the both of you being dripping wet, leaving a wet stain on the sheets. All of a sudden, a warm breeze sweeps across both of you, drying the sheets but leaving some moisture on the both of you.

You then use your weight to topple him backwards, permitting him access to your now dripping nipples. Lyney grabs one and sucks on it harshly, eliciting a yelp of pain and pleasure while his other hand starts massaging the other breast. A warm coil starts to burn in your stomach, your pussy throbbing, desperate for stimulation. You scoop up Lyney from under you, and roll him over so that he’s on top of you, mouth still on your nipple, white foam at the corners of his mouth.

“Mmpf! Shtill sho good!” He managed through a mouthful of nipple and milk. You eyes were not deceiving you though, he had shrunk a little bit more, almost half of his original size, his mouth barely fitting around the sensitive bud at this point. Your not overly large mounds were starting to become more of a challenge to him at this point, struggling to stay up near the source of the ambrosial milk.

You moan even louder as his tongue laps over your nipple, your tail wrapping around his small body, holding him there-not that he was going anywhere anyways. As your hands start to move down towards your throbbing clit, he releases the bud from his mouth with a loud pop, chiding you for getting greedy.

“B-but Lyney!” You groan. “I can’t take it any longer…”

“Ah-ah-ah, mon cheri,” he tuts as he plants small, wet kisses down your body. Once he reaches near your pubic mound, he reverses course and starts kissing back up towards your breasts. Your hands grab his ass, nails starting to dig into the supple skin, and press his body up against you, his cock leaking on your stomach; you start to doubt he could hold out for much longer.

"Lyn-ey," you whine, clit throbbing, desperate for touch. You nearly shove him down to your pussy, but decide that he's much better servicing your breast. As he nibbles at your nipple, you lean over him and blow on his sensitive ears, trying to flick away from the over stimulation. He squirms on your body, dribbling milk on your skin.

Lyney starts heading up your body, and before you know it, he’s kissing you with a mouth full of sweet nectar. Shocked, you end up opening your mouth slightly, allowing him access. As he wraps his tongue around yours, a warm, sweet liquid washes over your own tongue.

“Lyn-mmf!” You nearly choke at the milk being forced in your mouth.

“Swallow,” he commands. As you swallow, another warm sensation floods over you. From where you were sitting, it looked like Lyney and the bed were getting smaller, however; it was you that was growing. Lyney looks up at you with shock and awe: shock at how fast you were growing from just a little bit of milk and awe because there was even more of you to please and worship.

“I’m not going t-to outgrow the room am I?” You were not quite double your height at this point, but for the most part you had stopped growing. Lyney was resting on your stomach, looking like a doll laying on a pillow top mattress. Laying on his stomach, he started kicking his feet in the air, humming and singing, amused at how much you had grown.

You then pick him up and lay him down on the bed, his tiny dick erect in the air. Leaning over him, you squish your now massive tits together around his weeping cock, moving them up and down around it. The head only reached above the cleavage on the down stroke, so in an effort to reward him you would give it a lick every other stroke. Every now and again, you squeeze your nipple, causing milk to seep out and allow the shrunken man to have a few sips.

“Ahhhn~,” Lyney moans. “Thish ish all shoo good!” You can tell he’s getting closer with every stroke, cock leaking more than ever, singing praises of your body between moans and a mouthful of milk. Luckily, he hasn’t gotten any smaller so you could still pleasure him and yourself as well.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum…ahhnn~ F-faster please y/n faster!” He’s almost crying from pleasure, precum dripping down his cock. As you move your tits around him faster,sticky, white fluid squirts in the valley that was your cleavage. Basking in the afterglow, Lyney starts to shrink again, blissed out look on his face, ears turned to the side in happiness. He gives your nipple a few small kitten licks before snuggling up next to you.

You pick him up gently, and lift him up towards your mouth and start licking his cock clean of his release, throwing no caution to the wind about how big you would actually get. It only took a few licks to get him clean, a spreading warm sensation flooding your body with each pass over his wilting member. You were growing still, albeit a bit slower than normal, and soon you were bigger than the bed. Your tits were fuller than ever, an overflowing fountain of milk for the magician now sitting in your hand. He motions towards the fountain and tries to get his tiny mouth around it, but at this point he can only get about half of it in his mouth, but nibbles and licks to stimulate it even further.

“Lyn-” You barely manage to get out through the waves of pleasure. You reach down towards your throbbing clit and start rubbing it at a steady, but urgent pace. Lyney chomps down your nipple a bit harder,shakes his head and flicks his tail angrily, signaling that you were still not allowed to touch yourself.

“Let me do the honors, mon cheri,” Lyney winks.

Hesitantly and carefully, you place his tiny body underneath your own, and slowly sit down on him, legs in an almost W position, his face pressed right up against your clit. His little rough kitten tongue starts to go work on the sensitive bud, slurping, licking and nibbling. A few times, he nipped a bit too hard, causing you to wince and groan with pain, but quickly soothed it over with his delicate little tongue.

It wasn’t before long that you felt your weight shift; Lyney was getting ever slightly bigger. Although you were still huge compared to him at this point, it still felt like you were not in control. You look down at him, his face covered in slick and a twinkling in his eye.

From what you knew of the magician, that twinkle means nothing good.

Lyney uses his hands to stimulate the bud even further and as you edge ever closer to your release, he pulls his hands away. He brings you to the edge again before denying you your orgasm yet again. Chuckling, he sucks on your clit, the vibrations sending tingles through your tail and spine.

The knot in your stomach was starting to come unraveled, pussy trying to clench around the cock that wasn't there.

“Lyney! I-I'm c-cumming!” The flood gates threaten to burst, tears of pleasure rolling down your face. “F-faster pleaaase!” You're practically begging at this point as Lyney moves his tongue faster across your throbbing clit.

At long last, the knot came unraveled and you came all over Lyney's face. Lyney's ears twitch, as if he had heard something.Before you could start shrinking, Lyney quickly snaps his fingers and both of you return to normal, although for some reason you still had the cat ears and tail whereas his were gone.

“Lyney, I think you forgot something?” You look at him, questioning why you still had the ever flicking cat ears and tail.

Lyney snaps his fingers again, trying to cancel the spell, but the cat ears remain; worse yet, you feel your canines elongating. You hear something knocking at the door and you quickly hide under the covers, pretending that you didn't have the feline features.

“Scara?” Lyney greets the visitor, sleep still heavy in his eyes. “W-What brings you to my room at this hour?”

“Where’s y/n?” Straight to the point as always. He peers over the magician's shoulder and notices the lump in the bed.

Ah, shit, you internally groan. He’s gonna be pissed. Better come clean and cuddle him tonight.

“H-hi, Scara,” you say sheepishly as you poke your head from under the covers, cat ears pressed against your head in shame. You avoid opening your mouth too much to try and hide your new found fangs. “I-I didn’t want to disturb you and…yeah…things happened…”

He scowls and but still launches himself past Lyney and into the bed, hugging and nuzzling your chest; it was almost like he could still smell the milk that you had produced earlier. Your tail wraps around his wrist, preventing him from pulling away. Before you know it, you feel a low rumble from your own chest, causing Scaramouche to hazily lift his head up, but quickly snuggled back into you, purring himself.

It's one of the only times he's ever purred, but you couldn't complain; it's honestly soothing and drifting off to sleep was a breeze. You barely notice Lyney crawling into bed on the other side of your cat boy, arms wrapped around him. The discussion about your remaining cat features would have to wait until morning, as for now, the three of you snuggle to sleep, purring contently.

There's gonna be more but for now we get this. It didn't turn out the way I wanted to but that's just more ideas for the future

I do appreciate feed back >.<

#genshin smut #fanfic #size kink #cat boi #scaramouche x reader #lyney x reader #genshin impact #lyney #scaramouche #not beta read

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mimi-cee-genshin · 8 months

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A Slight of Hand Makes Colour - Lyney x f!reader

Summary: You think Lyney hates you. He's never used his charm on you. Lynette's response? If you look behind his ear, just under the stands of his hair, the answer will magically appear. (A cute and heartwarming getting together fic that I hope will make you smile.)

Other info: fluff, cute, some hurt/comfort, some pining, family, getting together, yes I know it's "sleight of hand", 2.5k words

*****

"Does Lyney hate me?"

You sat in front of the cafe with Lynette, enjoying a late night drink, and typically you'd be enjoying the silence and scenery together. But your thoughts slipped out of your mouth before you could snatch them back, ruining the peaceful moment you were having.

"Forget what I said," you said, eyes darting back to your drink.

Lynette placed her cup down and put a new cake slice on her plate. "Why do you ask?" she said with no hint of shock on her face.

"No. It was a stupid question." You took a sip, hoping she'd drop the topic.

"I see… Have you finally begun to wonder why Lyney has never used his charm on you?" she asked.

Your drink went down your throat the wrong way and you began to cough. "How did you know?" you asked, a little embarrassed.

"I could tell from how you were eyeing him as he welcomed our newest guest," she explained.

Nothing got past Lynette. You knew better than to try to hide anything from her. You'd often wondered if her greatest talent was actually reading minds.

She was right. You had never noticed the slight difference in Lyney's behavior towards you, even though you had known the twins for a long time now. He had always treated you with care and respect, but lately, you felt ill whenever he showered others with his suave words. You used to be happy just to see him smile.

You sighed, knowing exactly why you felt this way. You just didn't want to admit it.

"I think it's the right time to tell you this," Lynette said.

"Hm?" you asked. "Tell me what?"

"There's a reason why Lyney acts differently around you," she said.

You raised your brow, but you placed your cup down anyway and to listen for her next words.

"I'll give you a hint," she said. "If you look behind his ear, just under his strands of hair, you might figure out why he treats you this way."

What? It was always hard to tell what Lynette was thinking because of the lack of emotion on her face. But even if she'd crack a joke once in a while, she wouldn't do so when you had a genuine concern.

Lynette took another sip of her cup and returned back to standby mode, drifting somewhere within the stars.

You weren't sure what to make of her comment

*****

It was four in the afternoon and the workshop needed to be cleaned before you could start any work. You took the vacuum, which Lynette fortunately didn't break yet, and removed the sawdust on the floor from this morning.

Next, you wiped down the workshop's two-way mirror, knowing Lyney would need it to test another trick today. The majority of the cleaning fell on you, which you didn't mind. You used to be a maid after all – a maid to a cold and cruel mistress. You had never expected to see the twins again after her downfall.

Lyney walked to the entrance after the doorbell had rung and greeted the lady here for a delivery. You smiled as he chatted up a storm with her, always happy to meet new people, and he even added a magic trick to top it off.

"And that concludes today's mini show," he said, returning his hat on his head. "With your lovely shirt and trousers, I hope to see your excellent style at my next performance."

Ah. Another compliment, another knot in your stomach.

At the door, Lyney received the package which reached just above his eyes when he carried it. You placed your rag down and got the other package that was left at the front door.

"Thank you, Y/n," he said with a smile.

It was a short and simple statement of appreciation, which you typically didn't mind. Yet, he didn't say, 'Thank you. Whatever would I do without you.' Nor did he say, 'You're just as reliable as always. Why, I must ensure that you never leave us!' You'd often hear these words when he talked to your co-workers.

But not with you.

You placed the package on the table beside the retrofitted vase and the room went quiet. The two of you typically didn't mind a comfortable silence, but today felt different. You went on with your work anyway, cleaning up the scraps on the work table as Lyney worked at his desk. He didn't even hum a tune as he usually did when the others were around. It was only silent with you.

You sighed, thinking you would've noticed earlier if you were as observant as Lynette. You weren't sure if the subtle difference in behavior was something you should be concerned about.

Once you were done cleaning, you peeked over Lyney's shoulder as he sketched out a mechanism he'd need for a trick. He smiled at you and pointed to the drawing, explaining to you how the system worked.

"But if I place this gear here, its axel would obstruct the door of the hidden compartment," he told you. "I'm not really sure how to solve this one."

"I see…" you said, pulling out a stool beside him. "You said the axel needs to be at least an inch long... Could you add a slot for it on the door itself?"

He placed his pencil's end on his cheek. "That could work since it's hidden anyway," he said.

He continued to alternate between thinking and drawing, often erasing his paper and even getting another sheet to redraw it. You had always admired the work he put into his shows. You enjoyed watching him passionate about his craft.

"If you look behind his ear, just under his strands of hair, you might figure out why he treats you this way," Lynette had said.

You lifted your hand up to brush his hair away from his right ear.

Lyney's pencil stopped moving and his hand was frozen in place. "W-what are you doing, Y/n?"

You were right. There was nothing there. You didn't expect anything, but you thought maybe there could've been a secret magic trick the twins set up for you. There was nothing of that sort.

And then you saw it.

"Lyney, why is your ear…"

His hand rushed to cover his ear. "I-It just turns red sometimes. That's all," he explained. "It's unfortunate that most of my tricks are done at a distance, so I don't have any plans to create tricks that involve me turning red."

"What are you even talking about–"

His hand… He was tapping his finger and counting down from five. Lyney would only do this to activate his 'performance mode', when he needed to calm his nerves.

"Lyney, is there something wrong–"

"Oh, would you look at the time... The sun is about to set," he said, leaving his chair.

"Lyney, wait!"

Crash!

The pieces from the broken vase were scattered next to your knees and under the table. Memories flooded back of your mistress's twisted scowl and piercing eyes, and you quickly bowed your head and apologized. Your breathing became shallow and your eyes didn't leave the floor.

A fan of cards appeared in front of your face.

"Now you see them, and now you…"–he pulled the cards together–"Hey, hold on a moment, why didn't the vase disappear?" Lyney said before sighing. "I guess we'll have to do it the old fashioned way."

You looked up to see Lyney's smile and outstretched hand.

"Would you like to be my assistant for today?"

You had never forgotten how you first met Lyney. Two magicians on a secret mission and your mistress and her husband had a lot to hide. And yet, Lyney had taken the time to redirect your mistress's anger and given you a hand, just like he was doing now.

You took his hand and stood to your feet, not once leaving your eyes from his.

"Now, where were… uh…" he said, breaking eye contact. He released his grip from you hand, but you held him even tighter. "You're not going to let go, are you?" he said, running his hand on the back of his neck.

"No," you said. "I'm not."

You wanted an answer. You wanted to hear it – that this man in front of you was attracted to you. A wonderful magician who won you over not only because of his magic tricks and charisma, but also because of his kindness, hard work, and love for his siblings. And yet this same person whom you admired all this time had the tips of his ears burning red at your gentle touch.

"Lyney…" you managed to say. "Do you like me?"

He sighed and laughed a little. "I guess the cat's out of the bag. There isn't a way for me to escape out of this one, is there?"

You shook your head.

He gave you a gentle smile. "Do you remember our second meeting?" he said. "When you showed up at our rendezvous point?"

Panic had covered his face when he saw you instead of Lynette, his posture revealing he wouldn't hesitate to attack you if you had harmed her in any way. You had to quickly explain how you hid Lynette in a storage room after she almost blew her cover.

"You had come up with a detailed plan that helped Lynette escape and sacrificed your own food for her as she hid. And you did all of this while you were terrified of your mistress. How could I not have fallen for you then and there?"

You had never realized that Lynette noticed you gave her your food. You would've done it for anyone, knowing what the punishment would've been if she was caught.

"Anyway, that's the story of my one-sided love. We should really fix up the vase that had fallen earlier," he said, quickly returning to the scattered pieces.

"Lyney, but…"

"Be careful now, or you might get hurt. I wouldn't want to see any tears on that beautiful face of yours–" His eyes saw the mirror behind you before he covered his face. "Um… pretend you didn't see that."

You grabbed his face and pulled it back, observing his red blush up close.

"Uh…" he said, eyes darting away. "What are you doing–"

"You know, I wondered why you never used your smooth words on me," you told him. "Why did you hide it?"

He took your hands from his face and placed them back by your sides. "Nothing good would come out of it," he said with a sigh. "Especially with my association with the Fatui."

"And what if I want to take the risk?" you said, still clinging onto his hand.

"What?"

"You've always meant a lot to me Lyney, even before my feelings turned romantic," you told him. "I've taken risks for you before. And I'm willing to do it again."

He lifted his other hand to fix a strand of hair on your head, gently pushing it back and getting a better look at your face. "You shouldn't do that to yourself, Y/n. You deserve more than that."

"We can work together," you said. "Just like we always have."

He pulled his hand out of your grip. "I… I can't," he told you. "I can't do it. How…" His voice wavered as he turned away from you. "How can I take care of you too?"

A door clicked open and you turned to look behind you. Lynette had walked into the workshop from the other room.

"Oh…" Lyney looked at her with a nervous smile. "Did you see all of that?"

Lynette pointed to the two-way mirror. You wouldn't be surprised if she heard the whole conversation.

"Lyney," she said. "Do you remember when we jumped off the cliff, and you shielded my fall before going unconscious?"

"What?" he said, turning towards her. "How could I forget? That was the day you received your vision."

Lynette placed her hand on her chest. "You've taken care of me so much for as long as I could remember," she said. "But I love you too and care dearly for Y/n as well. So if any issues arise because of your relationship with her, let me help. I'll protect you."

"I…" Lyney lowered his eyes.

"I'll be alright, because as always…" she began.

"... Lynette is by my side," Lyney finished. Yet his shoulders sagged. "I… I don't know Lynette. What if something goes horribly wrong? I don't want Y/n to take the fall too."

"Don't worry," she told him, shaking her head. "I've already gotten some ideas to get you two out of any sticky situation. Keep it a secret as long as possible and I'll prepare for any contingency plans for whatever comes up."

"I'm still not so sure…" he said.

"Both of you are also discreet and know how to keep secrets," she continued. "The rest of the family would be excited and 'Father' would be fine with it as long as she doesn't hinder any missions. We both know that won't be a problem."

You stared at Lynette, amazed she thought all of this through. She really wanted this to work out, wanted us to work out.

Lyney placed his hand on his chin and thought for a long while. Both you and Lynette gave him a chance to think and didn't mind the silence he needed.

"So what's your plan?" he finally asked.

"For now, the biggest issue is that Lyney needs to figure out how to stop blushing." Lynette turned to you. "I figured that giving you the hint would get Lyney the help he needed with that."

"You gave her a hint?" exclaimed Lyney. "About my blushing? Lynette… I told you to keep it a secret."

"It was going to show sooner or later," she said. "Better here in the workshop than in public."

"Oh Lynette…" Lyney whined. "I can't believe you were the one who started this."

The tips of your mouth tugged back into a grin, seeing Lyney's arms relax a little. "So is that all he needs to do?" you asked. "Just stop blushing?"

"It's not that easy," Lyney said, a bit embarrassed. "Which was why I've been cautious with my words around you."

"Then why don't you practice now?" you said with a smile.

"What?"

"Practice flirting me until you can stop going red."

"I… uh…"

"What? Is the great magician who's a master at winning hearts actually at a loss for words?" you teased.

"I can't help it. You leave me breathless," he whined, sounding more like a complaint than a flirty remark. Yet his face turned red once again. He looked up at the two way mirror behind you and covered his face with both hands. "Okay, I need help," he said through his fingers.

"Keep practicing on me," you said with a smile.

"Can't we start tomorrow?"

"Nope. You need to make up for all the times I got jealous."

"You got jealous?"

You giggled as you scooped up his hand. "Of course I did. I just wish Lynette had given me the hint earlier."

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yandere-daydreams · 8 months

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Title: Opening Night.

Pairing: Yandere!Lyney x Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Sex Doll AU, Non-Con, AFAB!Reader, Heavy Dissociation, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Manipulation, and Implied Stalking.

Distantly, you could remember how excited you’d been to be invited to the showing.

You’d opened the invitation at your desk, surrounded by a small group of your more friendly coworkers who’d go on to clap and cheer and promise a round of after-hour drinks after you finished reading out the snippet of text scrolled across the cream-colored cardstock. You weren’t special - a small legion of journalists would be invited to write puff-pieces on all the new models and decide which androids were going to be in fashion next season - but you’d loved Teyvat as long as you could remember, spent more of your free time than you cared to admit doing research on robots you’d never be able to afford, not on a salary like yours. It wasn’t a world-changing, earth-shaking accomplishment, but it made you happy. It was something you wanted, and it was something you’d finally gotten your hands on after years of waiting.

You couldn’t remember when your excitement had started to wane. You were still wide-eyed and slack-jawed when you stepped into the venue, an old opera house restored and decorated to better suit the Fontaine Collection’s high-luxury theming. You hadn’t been able to bite back your smile as you kissed the back of a refitted Focalors’ hand (or, Lady Furina’s hand, as she told you to call her in a tone you could only compare to that of a newly-crowned monarch still drinking in her subjects’ attention), and watched Clorinde’s fencing demonstration with the sort of rapt attention most people would save for famous idols and athletes. Even after you lost your photographer in the crowd, your heart skipped a beat as Neuvillette (the brooding, stoic type of this line, you were sure to note when you next found a minute to yourself) offered you a flute of champagne that you readily accepted, and when a roaming Lyney-droid pulled you to the side and offered to show you magic trick with an irresistible glint in his eye, you didn’t think twice before looping your arm through his and letting him guide you to an all-but abandoned backstage area. You thought you might get something exclusive, something to separate you from the crowd of influencers and tabloids who weren’t afraid to promise features that the approachable beta models only half-confirmed. You thought you’d be safe with a premium-grade android hanging off your arm.

Maybe your excitement didn’t wane at all. It’d been there one moment, then gone the next, replaced with a dark coil of dread and some kind of dizzying, vision-blurring nausea. The sharp corner of the vanity bit harshly into the backs of your thighs, the mirror pressed into your back slowly sapping the warmth from your skin and replacing it with something else, a numbing chill you couldn’t seem to shake. Your clothes had been torn to shreds, left to scatter across the dressing room floor, but Lyney was still fully dressed, fully composed; the palest blush painted across his cheeks and his lips ever so slightly parted but all other signs of arousal, of embarrassment absent. You made a mental note to work that into your article. The new models seem to have a shared sense of unwavering confidence– a stark contrast from their more reserved predecessors from Mondstadt and Sumeru. Maybe you’d be able to get a quote from their handlers, if you ever made it back to the show floor.

You’d have to give Lyney his own section, titled something your boss would have to talk to HR about: Teyvat's New Magician is Good With More Than His Cards. You could only feel half of what he was doing to you, shock dulling your already limited senses, but the fingers drawing loose patterns in your clit was near-overwhelming, the feeling of his synthetic cock splitting you open inescapable, unrelenting. He didn’t need to breathe, to worry about things like soreness or bruising or cramps, to do anything but thrust into you at a pace so erratic, so unyielding that it left little room for you to do anything but lie there and take it. His hips were pushed flat against yours, his tip grinding against something soft and unprotected inside of you and drawing out a ragged gasp, a cracked moan. Out of reflex, your hands shot to his shoulders, nails digging into whatever you could reach, and he let out an airy laugh, leaning closer and encouraging you to hold him tighter, to see if you could tear through the faux-skin Teyvat so often advertised as ‘invincible’. That would make headlines, even if it wasn’t likely to cast you in the best light.

His free hand drifted from your hip to your side to your cheek, his knuckles brushing underneath your chin before he cupped your cheek and pulled you into a deep, lingering kiss. His saliva was flavored, though you couldn’t say what it was supposed to taste like. Cotten candy, maybe – so cloying and sugary, all specifics were lost to the sweetness. It suited him. If you’d been able to use your hands, you would’ve applauded his developers for their attention to detail.

When he pulled back, he was smiling. There was another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to the corner of your jaw. Finally, he settled against your throat – his grin so broad, you could feel his perfect teeth resting against your jugular as he spoke. “They told me I’d be able to find a master tonight. The others aren’t ready yet, but I am. They worked the hardest on me.” He was bragging, transparently and unabashedly. In any other situation, you might’ve thought he was trying to impress you. “I knew it had to be you the moment our eyes met. So cute, so easily impressed – I knew you just had to be mine.”

He seemed to perk up, to catch on something. He pressed the pad of his thumb into your clit, and your entire body jolted. “No, no, that’s not right,” he went on, shaking his head. “I’m supposed to be yours.I keep getting that mixed up.”

Faulty programming? It’d be a scandal if it got out, and moreover, it’d be a massive payout if Teyvat decided they preferred to handle things behind closed doors. You bet they’d done it before. Maybe you’d look into that, later on.

Your back arched violently, another pitchy whine bubbling up from some forgotten cavity of your chest. As if in response, he inhaled sharply, buckling against you in the throes of simulated pleasure. His pace sped up, his teeth latching onto the curve of your neck, but any pain it might’ve caused was lost on you, blurred and distorted by the thick rope of tension pulling taut and snapping in the pit of your stomach. Your climax washed over you in slow, throbbing waves, and Lyney was kind enough to pretend he was lost in the same agonizing bliss, to act like that was the reason he was bucking into you so violently.

To act like he had an excuse to do this to you.

He fucked you through your orgasm, eventually stilling inside of you. With his body slotted against yours, his teeth still buried in your skin, he lingered there, only drawing back once your breathing had started to slow and deepen, once you’d stopped shaking underneath him. Even then, he didn’t let you go, didn’t leave you to cry your eyes out in an empty dressing room. Rather, he pressed a quick, fleeting kiss into your forehead before beaming at you - the light in his eyes so bright, you could almost forget it wasn’t real. “I’ll introduce you to my sister. I’m sure she’ll like you, too.”

Right, his sister, Lynette. You hadn’t seen her yet.

She and her twin brother weren’t supposed to be revealed until the show at the end of the night. You doubted anyone had even thought to power them on, yet.

“She’ll be as happy as I am to know we’ll be leaving with such a lovely master.”

#sex doll au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #genshin imagines #yandere genshin imagines #yandere lyney #lyney x reader #yanderecore #yancore

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bedoballoons · 6 months

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I read both mitsuri!reader head cannons (love them)!!! I was wondering if I could request if they met the readers EX who called her all those names and made her insecure.

Thank youuu!!! Also I have been thinking about that and oh my gosh I'm so glad you requested it!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Insecurities~༺}

CW: Angsty with comfort!, F! reader gets called names, character helps, established relationships, cursing, and some mentions of weight shaming/eating disorders! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour!)

Also I only wrote 4 characters with this one because it was soooo longggg!!

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, and Wanderer!)

Past Demon slayer/Genshin fics:

Mitsuri reader pt 1

Mitsuri reader pt 2

Mitsuri like reader X Lyney

Tokito Muichiro reader

Shinobo Kocho reader

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𑁍༄Diluc:

You smiled happily, pink green strands of hair flowing in the wind as you lounged on the blanket Diluc had laid down, the subtle scent of the apples he was cutting for your picnic sweet and tantalising, but sadly enough to make your stomach gurgle uneasily. You wouldn't say it out loud...especially not in front of him, but even despite both of your best efforts you were still finding it difficult to actually consume food. It had become a torture to eat...even when you were hungry or it was your favourite dish...those words just kept coming back.

"Oh my archons...look who it is. Didn't think I would be seeing you outside the gates of Mondstat, especially with the owner of the infamous wine industry."

Your whole body went cold, eyes shooting to the direction of the familiar voice...the voice that had said the words that changed you, that made you see your own body as a mistake. "I-i...ahem, he's my boyfriend." You silently cursed yourself for having such a shaky tone, if Diluc hadn't figured it out just by your reaction...he definitely had when you started to speak.

He stood up with crimson eyes that had gone dark, a menacing look decorating his features as he stared the other man down, "Don't believe we've met, who are you?" You glanced between the two of them, feeling like your presence was steadily growing smaller as they stared eachother down...the situation was making you feel sick to your stomach.

"I'm her ex boyfriend. Honestly I can't believe she caught the owner of the winery, are you some type of chubby chaser?"

That name...it hit you like a ton of bricks, any thoughts of recovery slipping away as tears filled your eyes, but you weren't alone this time. You jumped as Diluc grabbed your ex by his shirt, pulling him close so his fist would be inches away, "If you ever, call her that again...I will find a way to make you disappear, do you understand me? She's perfect the way she is and I love her more than anything else, besides your opinions don't matter...there's only two people who should see her for how goregous she is. Me and her."

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney swung your intertwined hands gently, humming a soft melody while the two of you walked through fontaine. It had become a routine now, taking a walk together after his show and sharing a meal, it was one of the few times you enjoyed eating...mostly because you weren't actually focused on the food. Your attention was drawn to Lyney, the way he always seemed to be glowing with love and excitement after a show, the way he talked with adoration and he never once failed to mention how you'd inspired one of his tricks, it was so calm...that just for a moment you forgot everything else.

"Oh mon amour! Look a new shop has opened up, how about we eat there?" You tiled your head to see past him and sure enough there was a new shop, bustling with customers. "Oh Lyney...it's so crowded though." He chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace, his eyes meeting yours as he placed a kiss on your lips lovingly, "I won't force you, but...we could just get something to eat and then find a nice quiet spot, it would be different...in a good way."

A light blush dusted your cheeks as you let him lead you to the crowd, silently agreeing to his adventurous ideas like you always seemed to.

"No way...is that you?! You haven't changed one bit have you?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, emotions all but gone at the sound of that voice...the one that haunted your nightmares and used to make you feel so small...treat you like you were nothing but a number on a scale. He seemed to be waiting for your response, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything...you were frozen in place, heart racing.

"Mon amour who's this?" You glanced at Lyney, wondering if he could tell you were uncomfortable, but he didn't appear to have any difference in attitude...had he really not noticed?

"I'm the one who was trying to keep her out of these foodlines so she wouldn't get any fatter, looking out for her health like a good boyfriend should do...guess you can't say the same."

For a split second you thought Lyney was going to strike him, instead he chuckled and lowered his voice to almost a whisper, a terrifying tone seeping into his words as he spoke, "You should really stop talking....I happen to be apart of the fatui and truthfully, if you utter one more word about my perfect girl, you won't be able to say anything at all by the time we are done with you."

𑁍༄Albedo:

Klee held onto your hand tightly, pulling you through the crowded streets with Albedo trailing not far behind. The air was filled with the delicious smells of baked goods and fresh made dishes, and the streets were decorated with stalls that held bottles of wine, toys, banners, anything you could imagine. It was a festival like no other and you couldn't believe you got to be apart of it.

"Come on come on!! We are almost to the stage! Dodoco wants to see it all decorated!!" You giggled happily, following the little girl as she lead you up to the big stage in the center of all of the magic. It really was a sight to see, ribbon and cecilia's hung up with fairy lights, a sweet bard strumming away on his lyre while he sang of a hero from another land and to top it all of, there were dancers not far away, each of them moving to the melody with their partners.

"Wow...this is incredible." You stood in awe for a second as Albedo lifted Klee onto his shoulders, her hands holding dodoco in the air so it could watch along with her. It was a picture perfect moment,...one you wanted to remember forever...until it was ruined. Your eyes landed on met that of a person walking towards you...a familiar face you had thought you'd left in the past.

You crossed your arms over yourself protectively, hoping he wouldn't say a word to you, but of course that would only be to easy, "Heyy look who it is...see you got yourself a new partner to shove food in your mouth. He's clearly feeding you right isn't he?"

Your breath caught in your throat, your clothes suddenly feeling tighter and your previous small meal you'd barely managed to take a few bites of rumbling in your tummy.

"Im sorry what was that? Clearly you must be blind, she's truthfully a work of art and without a doubt the most stunning woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Perhaps you should go get another plate of food, actually make it two since you look like you could probably eat both, and stop bothering everyone with that tragic excuse of a voice you have."

"A-a-albedo?!"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer huffed quietly as you pushed away your plate of food, less then half of it missing and yet you were already feeling queasy? It bugged him to no end,...no matter how many times he said you were perfect and argued with you that your weight was never a issue...you still thought it was. He begged you, something he never thought he never thought he'd do, to try and see yourself from his perspective, but it didn't work.

"You want some of mine? Maybe you'd like it more if it was different? Hey? What's up with you?" Wanderer waved his hand in front of your face, surprised to see fear in your eyes and goosebumps forming on your skin, you didn't even look like you were breathing you were so deathly still. It actually freaked him out a little, could humans just die like that?

"Hey stop that, you're making me all worried. What are you looking at?" He tapped your hand, but with no response he turned to follow your line of sight...it was just some guy? That's what had you all scared?, "Who is he? Did he beat you up? I won't let him hurt you if that's what you're afraid of." You shrunk into your chair, footsteps drawing closer as the some guy made his way to your table...

"If it isn't my ex girlfriend. I really didn't think I'd be seeing you at a restaurant...actually I did completely, I'm more shocked you don't have three plates finished yet. Piggy. Even got the pink green hair to prove it...and who's this clown, his hats bigger than he is."

You covered your face in embarrassment, trying to hide away from the situation...not let either men know how much it bothered you, but Wanderer was to clever for that and he took no shame in starting something...

"How about I take my big hat and shove it so far up your ass you see actual pigs fly. Maybe then you'd know the difference between when you should keep your mouth shut and when you should open it. Oh and moron, she's clearly not a pig cause she looks nothing like you."

He stood up with a grunt, pushing the guy so harshly he was sent backwards falling to the ground with a satisfying thud while your boyfriend grabbed your hand and lead you away, telling you more than once how beautiful you looked as you made your way home.

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