#and just before he reaches an unexistent rock trips him all the way to you. <- BYE HES SO STUPID. art says hes so loser i agree
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sixosix · 1 year ago
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don't even speak to me call it what you want is my fav song rn
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STARRY EYES LIGHTING UP MY DARKEST NIGHTS FT. LYNEY
wherein lyney falls for you literally and figuratively, and he doesn't mind it quite a bit. or just bits of pieces of him trying being a romantic.
content: fluff, strangers to lovers typa, reader is not the traveller, flirty lyney, he's ooc sowsaury everyone, lynette is tired with the two of you. minimal proofread.
notes: hihi this is for @sixosix da only real one this is for u!! *does that corny pointing in movies* dribble dribble shoots! i just rlly need to write for him, bc he's a silly.
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lyney was never star-struck, if anything he was more used to people being enchanted when they saw him.
but he would never expect it to happen to him, after all only the most beautiful things can capture the eyes of a magician—with life full of unexpected encounters and lively colors of shows—to all of which he found on you.
you, who came to the lands of justice from the lands of freedom—never being tied down to the shackles of laws—with an ecstatic gaze, you're here as where the winds have brought you. truly he thinks the momentary sight of you just by walking in the streets of fontaine didn't give enough justice for him to memorize your face. the sunlight that just makes you shine more and the way your eyes reminds him of the stars, warm they were.
and your smile. archons, he adores it. the way it just never leaves your face, you're so pretty.
he never knew anything about love, only with the books he grew up with of a fairytale he reads to his siblings at night—a hopeless romantic he was.
love at first sight. he was falling, hard and fast. like he was tumbling down into the bottomless chasm of just you. he's liking it and it should take him aback, it should scare him, but he can't find himself to do so.
it was unbelievable and it was magical to be able to know a feeling that you can know so much, but was foreign altogether. he knew right then, he was star-struck with you.
and he doesn't know what compels him to move and make his way to you. excitement dancing around his nerves as he nears you, with a smile on his face and a newfound fascination.
and just before he reaches, an unexistent rock trips him all the way to you.
it's embarrassing, lynette thinks. watching his brother fall in love, that is—literally and figuratively.
he flashes a smile at you. and you crouch down, asking him if he's okay. you're worried and he tries not to grin so much, he only replies to you with,
"i'm fine, now that you're here." he winks.
he took it as a chance to take out a rainbow rose out from his sleeves handing out to you. and you laughed, probably another thing that he finds enchanting—it's unfair, for you to have him this entrance by you.
what a memorable first meeting he had with you.
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lynette cringes—her brother's antics are an embarrassment to die for. it's not a crime as far as the laws said so, but she sure hopes it is.
because now, his brother is here head in the clouds with the thought of you. his face all, but with lovey-dovey eyes.
"isn't y/n so pretty?" he sighed dreamily.
lynette looks at him with a blank stare, "you've said that for the thirteenth time today. yes, y/n is pretty."
"should i prepare a magic trick? maybe a dove or a bunny. it can be onstage, or just in the seats? ah, i have so many things to prepare..." and so many more, if she was a stranger, she would've thought her own brother is outrageous for the ideas that come to his mind just to woo you. "come now, dear sister for i have to prepare for my special guest."
it's a feeble attempt, really.
his own brother faltering down, just from you standing in front of him and anyone might not see it, but she knows his own brother.
lovestruck he was. when he took you to him showing his trick of lighting up the night in a single snap, a flower on your head magically placed delicately and he thinks you're just pretty.
"do you like it?"
another rainbow rose.
"they're pretty.."
your mesmerization, it takes his breath away. if anything he wants you to look at him, how you look at everything you love. he wants you to love him too, like how the stars never leave the skies and how the sun reflects its light on the sea.
he wants you just like how his hands die in need to reach you, how can you be so cruel to him this way?
and he breathes out, "i know."
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"do you like dancing?"
the both of you stand on the stage, where you sit in one of the carts that has all their props now kept for their next show.
"back in mondstadt, we had a festival that we celebrated...and we would dance at night till the flowers fall." you recount, fondness creeps up on you with the memory.
he knows this, windblume—if he's not mistaken, he shouldn't be. after all what are those books he read for night after night just to know the culture of mondstadt? just to know you. you didn't need to catch wind of that, he can only hope charlotte wouldn't slip up with this one on you.
he imagines, you dancing with a smile on your face that he loves so much. and he wants to see it, to be able to live that vision in his head, but having you in his arms instead.
"would you dance with me then?" he offers his hand, making a little bow to you.
and you giggle, yet again at his antics. "i would love to."
"may i?" and you take his hand, he feels warm, giddy from how your hand fits together with his.
with a smile he holds you and leads you to dance to a sound the two of you can only hear and maybe it's the heartbeats that plays in your mind, but lyney thinks everything just seems more beautiful now with you here.
he's used to everyone's eyes on him as a magician, it's a normal thing. but to have you this close to him and your eyes on him, he thinks the spotlight doesn't make him special now, just the way you do.
if this was the fairytale he's known all his life, he hopes now that it will always be like those ever afters. don't wake him up and drop the glass of his heart, because he has so many more dreams he'd like to come to life with you.
he's memorizing the story now, how your eyes shine and warms him wholly, your hair dancing around as he sways you and your lips that holds a sound that he would like to hear every day.
the song ends and your hearts sync. he let's go and step back to kiss your hand, delicately with him keeping eye contact and it means so much more.
and he pulls out yet another rainbow rose out of his coat, and his eyes glazed. "it's windblume this season in mondstadt, isn't it?"
passion and romantic encounters.
"...let this rose be my oath to you."
oh, how the magician can be much of a romantic all for you. he hopes he'll be the first and the last one to give you such a gift.
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◞♡ likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! here's a lyney fic bc i have beef with him <3
#POGI SIGE NA#YOU'RE ALWAYS ON MY MIND#THATS HOW MUCH I CARE#I WAS IN FACT ENCHANTED WHEN I SAW YOU LYNEY SO TRUE AND REAL#TO ALL OF WHICH HE FOUND ON ME? OH MY GOD... stawp.... enebe... kasi naman ih#OH MY GOD HES SO INLOVE HES SO WHIPPED BYE THUHFUIHNJ#STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPTOPSTOPSTOP STOP STOP STOP STOP WHAT IS THIS#the way it just never leaves your face you're so pretty. <- STOP STOP STOP IT STOP IT#stop im a hopeless romantic too... surrounded by couples all the time#HE WAS FALLING HARD AND FAST IM GONNA CRYYYYY 😭😭😭😭#NO BBY DONT BE SCARED DONT BE SCAR EDIM GONNA START SOBBING#and just before he reaches an unexistent rock trips him all the way to you. <- BYE HES SO STUPID. art says hes so loser i agree#'i'm fine now that you're here.' he winks. Loser... i love you#he took it as a chance to take out a rainbow rose out from his sleeves handing out to you <- THIS NIGHT#IS SPARKLING DONT YOU LET IT GO#I'M WONDERSTRUCK BLUSHING ALL THE WAY HOME#'what a memorable first meeting he had with you.' it would be if someone trips in front of me#'isn't y/n so pretty?' he sighed dreamily. STOP IM KINIKILIG SO MUCH#THIS IS WHAT WILL MAKE MY EVENING#CLASS SUSPENDED BECAUSE THEY SAID FALLENSSUN IS POSTING LYNEY FOR ME#'like how the stars never leave the skies and how the sun reflects its light on the sea.' JHFKJDHFKJHHGJFHKJGHJ#pogi sige na#celebrate windblume with me king lets go#'...let this rose be my oath to you' SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NEOW#SHUT UP#NO WAY U DID THAT#OHMYGOOD#KEEP HAVING BEEF WITH HIM IF THAT MEANS#U'LL BE WRIITNG BANGER FICS FOR LYNEY#ROSIEEEE
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hanrinz · 1 year ago
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STARRY EYES SPARKIN' UP MY DARKEST NIGHTS.
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pairing. lyney x gn! reader ( word count. 1.1k ) genre. strangers to lovers
synopsis. wherein lyney falls for you literally and figuratively, and he doesn't mind it quite a bit. or just bits of pieces of him trying being a romantic.
content. fluff, reader is not the traveller, flirty lyney, he's ooc sowsaury everyone, lynette is tired with the two of you. minimal proofread.
notes. hihi this is for @sixosix da only real one this is for u!! *does that corny pointing in movies* dribble dribble shoots! i just rlly need to write for him, bc he's a silly.
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lyney was never star-struck, if anything he was more used to people being enchanted when they saw him.
but he would never expect it to happen to him, after all only the most beautiful things can capture the eyes of a magician—with life full of unexpected encounters and lively colors of shows—to all of which he found on you.
you, who came to the lands of justice from the lands of freedom—never being tied down to the shackles of laws—with an ecstatic gaze, you're here as where the winds have brought you. truly he thinks the momentary sight of you just by walking in the streets of fontaine didn't give enough justice for him to memorize your face. the sunlight that just makes you shine more and the way your eyes reminds him of the stars, warm they were.
and your smile. archons, he adores it. the way it just never leaves your face, you're so pretty.
he never knew anything about love, only with the books he grew up with of a fairytale he reads to his siblings at night—a hopeless romantic he was.
love at first sight. he was falling, hard and fast. like he was tumbling down into the bottomless chasm of just you. he's liking it and it should take him aback, it should scare him, but he can't find himself to do so.
it was unbelievable and it was magical to be able to know a feeling that you can know so much, but was foreign altogether. he knew right then, he was star-struck with you.
and he doesn't know what compels him to move and make his way to you. excitement dancing around his nerves as he nears you, with a smile on his face and a newfound fascination.
and just before he reaches, an unexistent rock trips him all the way to you.
it's embarrassing, lynette thinks. watching his brother fall in love, that is—literally and figuratively.
he flashes a smile at you. and you crouch down, asking him if he's okay. you're worried and he tries not to grin so much, he only replies to you with,
"i'm fine, now that you're here." he winks.
he took it as a chance to take out a rainbow rose out from his sleeves handing out to you. and you laughed, probably another thing that he finds enchanting—it's unfair, for you to have him this entrance by you.
what a memorable first meeting he had with you.
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lynette cringes—her brother's antics are an embarrassment to die for. it's not a crime as far as the laws said so, but she sure hopes it is.
because now, his brother is here head in the clouds with the thought of you. his face all, but with lovey-dovey eyes.
"isn't y/n so pretty?" he sighed dreamily.
lynette looks at him with a blank stare, "you've said that for the thirteenth time today. yes, y/n is pretty."
"should i prepare a magic trick? maybe a dove or a bunny. it can be onstage, or just in the seats? ah, i have so many things to prepare..." and so many more, if she was a stranger, she would've thought her own brother is outrageous for the ideas that come to his mind just to woo you. "come now, dear sister for i have to prepare for my special guest."
it's a feeble attempt, really.
his own brother faltering down, just from you standing in front of him and anyone might not see it, but she knows his own brother.
lovestruck he was. when he took you to him showing his trick of lighting up the night in a single snap, a flower on your head magically placed delicately and he thinks you're just pretty.
"do you like it?"
another rainbow rose.
"they're pretty.."
your mesmerization, it takes his breath away. if anything he wants you to look at him, how you look at everything you love. he wants you to love him too, like how the stars never leave the skies and how the sun reflects its light on the sea.
he wants you just like how his hands die in need to reach you, how can you be so cruel to him this way?
and he breathes out, "i know."
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"do you like dancing?"
the both of you stand on the stage, where you sit in one of the carts that has all their props now kept for their next show.
"back in mondstadt, we had a festival that we celebrated...and we would dance at night till the flowers fall." you recount, fondness creeps up on you with the memory.
he knows this, windblume—if he's not mistaken, he shouldn't be. after all what are those books he read for night after night just to know the culture of mondstadt? just to know you. you didn't need to catch wind of that, he can only hope charlotte wouldn't slip up with this one on you.
he imagines, you dancing with a smile on your face that he loves so much. and he wants to see it, to be able to live that vision in his head, but having you in his arms instead.
"would you dance with me then?" he offers his hand, making a little bow to you.
and you giggle, yet again at his antics. "i would love to."
"may i?" and you take his hand, he feels warm, giddy from how your hand fits together with his.
with a smile he holds you and leads you to dance to a sound the two of you can only hear and maybe it's the heartbeats that plays in your mind, but lyney thinks everything just seems more beautiful now with you here.
he's used to everyone's eyes on him as a magician, it's a normal thing. but to have you this close to him and your eyes on him, he thinks the spotlight doesn't make him special now, just the way you do.
if this was the fairytale he's known all his life, he hopes now that it will always be like those ever afters. don't wake him up and drop the glass of his heart, because he has so many more dreams he'd like to come to life with you.
he's memorizing the story now, how your eyes shine and warms him wholly, your hair dancing around as he sways you and your lips that holds a sound that he would like to hear every day.
the song ends and your hearts sync. he let's go and step back to kiss your hand, delicately with him keeping eye contact and it means so much more.
and he pulls out yet another rainbow rose out of his coat, and his eyes glazed. "it's windblume this season in mondstadt, isn't it?"
passion and romantic encounters.
"...let this rose be my oath to you."
oh, how the magician can be much of a romantic all for you. he hopes he'll be the first and the last one to give you such a gift.
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◞♡ likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! here's a lyney fic bc i have beef with him &lt;3
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