Get Drunk

Finding the balance between ayesha erotica and mitski

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ways to ensnare a charmer (lyney x reader)

Summary: a Lyney drabble! Mostly him being down bad and falling for you. There’s also a dance near the fountain at midnight~

Wordcount: 706

Confidence is an attractive thing. Lyney knows this, and so do you. 

He approaches you with a practiced smile, tricks up his sleeve to dazzle you (and the crowd). At the end of it all he gives you a rose, half an invitation and a statement to remind you of his interest. He wears this confidence like a shield against whatever rejection he might meet (be it direct, or the kind that comes in the acceptance of some but not all of him—gray and muddy his past may be). 

But then you answer with a quieter smile than usual. On a night where he’s walking you home with another charming excuse, you respond with sincerity in your gaze as you thank him for looking out for you, and for a moment Lyney swears the stars are twinkling in your eyes. 

The next day he finds you in the city while in a very good mood—only to falter and feel his cheeks grow red at your greeting.

“Good morning Lyney. Looks like the sun is shining as usual.”

“How can you tell?”

“Well, it’s smiling at me as we speak.” 

The moment he shows that he’s capable of being flustered, it’s over for Lyney; you drop little compliments and lines around him without blinking an eye, leaving him to feel like he’s losing his mind.

Even if your lines weren’t all that extraordinary, Lyney finds himself focusing too much on the quirk of your lips to care. And now he’s thinking about the way you laughed when he was stunned speechless—he hasn’t seen that kind of laugh on you before, and a part of him wouldn’t mind being a fool if that’s what it took to pull that sound from you again.

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As the both of you shed off the colors and costumes you wear in the day, you find yourself sneaking onto the top of buildings and roaming through the empty city at night. It’s a bit of a dance as much as it is a game of tag. Lyney chats about his siblings to you, and you ramble a bit about the things stressing you out this week.

Cheeks flushed and hair disheveled, you feel like school-children that have snuck out for some adventurous rendezvous. Fontaine should feel lonely when it looks as sparse as this, but as Lyney takes off his hat and bows to you while standing on the base of the fountain, it’s all you can do to return the gesture, stepping onto the makeshift stage.

The moonlight suits Lyney a lot more than the Sun, you realize. Not because of one's melancholy or the other’s brightness, but because of how he seems to unravel when the light is gentle and no one else is there to bear witness to his soul. 

You’re aware there is one barrier left, as you are still an audience—but just as Lyney never pushed for you to lower your walls, you would do the same for him. Share the moment and feel his warmth from underneath his gloves as he spins you one last time, and steps away.

Except that’s not quite the end of the dance. Lyney pulls you towards him once more, placing a short kiss against your lips as goodbye.

He mutters your name with that farewell, and you haven’t been able to forget how mesmerizing he looked up close. As much as you’ve been able to ensnare him, he’s not having much trouble keeping you captive under his gaze either.

The next morning, well… Lyney, for a lack of better words, really wants to kiss you again. 

He might’ve had a dream that essentially replayed the events of last night, except it ended with himself whispering a confession to you. He wakes up before dream-you can reply, and is in full-blown panic because it felt so realistic that he almost thought it was real (and if that were the case, why couldn’t he recall your answer?!)

“So if it’s alright with you…”

God, he buries his face in his hands. Why didn’t I say that last night? It would’ve been the perfect place, and just the thought of someone else winning your heart makes him want to bury himself six feet under.

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A last dance before doom. (Furina x GN!Reader)

Summary: You knew she was hiding something from you. Something that will change your lives forever and yet, she was unable to even reveal her deepest secret to you, her lover. And so she selfishly asks for a last dance, before her lies finally catch up to her. Content: Angst, hurt/no comfort, betrayal, spoiler for the last Archon quest in Fountaine, heartbreak, deception, Furina and reader are mentioned to be married, sfw Reader has no set pronouns! ((Not proofread!!!))

"Why do you keep lying to me?"

It was a simple question.

One that could be easily answered under any other circumstance, except the one Furina found herself in at the moment. The world was slowly crashing down on her head. The weight on her shoulders too heavy for her to carry. The lies she couldn't even keep track of anymore having finally come back to punish her for her own sins.

Perhaps she had become a little too arrogant, too secure. She thought she could do it alone, that no one would ever catch onto her deception. And she knew, that having you as her lover would be the ultimate risk to take. The burden and guilt were killing her. You were with someone, who didn't even really exist. You were married to a lie.

Why did Furina ever dare and think this could last forever? Was it because she wanted it to? Or ws she perhaps too selfish? She didn't know anymore. but you standing there, fustrated tears in your eyes made her wonder why she even bothered to hide everything anymore. it was over. Any moment now Neuvillette and the traveler with their flying companion would storm in and demand answers themselves. Any moment now, she will absolutely lose everything she had build over the past few centuries. And for what?

Was it ultimately worth carrying this burden? This impossible mission she knew she could never finish on her own? Was it worth losing you over? You were the only thing that made her human again. Being able to love you and cherish you was the one thing keeping her sane until the very end. You weren't apart of her life in the shadow of an archon, but instead you were only hers. Furina's. It was cruel to know that the last of her humanity will be gone any minute now with you. This entire situation was cruel.

"I can't tell you why."

That wasn't a lie for once.

She hung her head, her elbows digging into her legs, as she hunched over in the lavish couch she sat in. She couldn't look at you anymore. But she knew what she had to do next. She needed to save you at least. "But... I can't be with you anymoe either." "And why? I don't understand! You never tell me anything and I-" You moved your hands erratically, trying to collect your scrambled thoughts of panic and fear. "I don't want to lose you! There has to be a way for me to help at least." "You have to leave. that's the only way I can do what I have to do." Furina's voice sounded distant and defeated, her heart shattering with every word. From the corner of ehr eye she saw the evening sun glinting from your ring finger, where her devotion to you was once slipped on by her own hands.

She was truly selfish for doing this to you, for leading you on when she knew better.

She shook her head at the sob that left you, There was no going back from this. This was the true end. Anything after this is just the afterlife punishing her for what she had done. She deserved it for the tears you had to shed over her. But in an last desperate act of selfishness, she stood up and approached you. There was no grand bravado in her movements anymore, no excitement or dramatics. It was slow and careful, her hand reaching out to idly press play on a nearby phonogram as she passed it. A song played you often danced to together, but the joy of it has long disappeared.

And you understood exactly what she wanted. "Why tell me to leave and then do this? At least make this less painful-" "-Just one more dance." She watched the pained expression on your face, before your eyes seemed to dull in defeat and you allowed her to pull you close and take the lead like she always did. The warmth between you had diminished a while ago. Probably when the lies were beginning to become too much for her too bare and everyone began to catch on. You began to catch on. Just how much did you know? Just how long have you been in denial overher deception? So many questions that are better left to be unanswered.

She knew you were angry and fustrated, so terribly heartbroken, so was it really that surprising when you slapped her across the face once the song ended? Her face whipped away to the side and she stayed like that, even if you shoved past her and towards the grand doors of her office. In that same moment Neuvillette and the Traveler with their companion arrived, only watching you storm out with a knowing glance. Furina hummed weakly, her hand reaching up to press against her stinging cheek, the other one wrapped tightly around the ring you had shoved into her palm beforehand.

TAking a deep breath and pushing the ring into her pocket, she turned to the expected guests with her usual dramatic smile, trying to feign confidence and innocence so desperately, it was pathetic.

But alas... the show had to go on until the bitter end. She had nothing to really lose anymore anyways.

A/N: Alright, this is just a little angsty brainrot of mine, whilst I get the blog running again! I hope you guys like it and thank you again for your support!<33