Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, Lynette Is So Done With The Two Of You

roses are red, violets are blue, lynette is so done with the two of you

lyney x gn!reader

lynette thinks fontaine’s worst kept secret isn’t how neuvillette wears blue underwear or how the hydro archon loves a good drama, no, fontaine’s worst kept secret is lyney’s massive crush on you and how everyone and their grandmother know except you.

comedy, pining lyney, lynette being so done

Lyney’s frowning.

Most people would find it an odd expression on him, used to having him direct dazzling smiles and playful laughter their way. But Lynette isn’t just anyone, and the sight of Lyney frowning is hardly a rare phenomenon within the privacy of their household.

Freminet’s usually Lyney’s choice of victim for whatever nonsense he’s managed to build himself up in that head of his, but Freminet’s busy doing errands and Lynette is unfortunately the only person within vicinity that Lyney trusts with his secret—which isn’t even a secret by this point, people have been making bets on how long it would take you to realize that Lyney’s been pining over you since forever.

Case in point: Lyney frowning over two identical flowers. She doesn’t need to be a mind reader to know that her brother is having a midlife crisis over which flower to give you.

Lynette thinks he should just man up and confess. Preferably within the next week or so, otherwise she’d lose her bet.

“Lynette, which one is more eye-catching, the crimson one,” he holds up the flower in his right hand, then he raises the other one, “or the maroon one?”

Lynette gives him the deadest stare she can muster. “They’re the same color.”

“Oh, sister, have you no taste?” Lyney tuts, pouting at her for a moment before returning to that constipated look as he squinted at the ‘crimson’ and ‘maroon’ flowers. Talk about being delusional.

“(Y/N)’s not gonna care whether the rose is crimson or maroon or red,” she tells him. You’d probably accept a dead flower if it came from Lyney, with that starry-eyed look you always got whenever he so much as glances your way. Lynette’s not one to judge other people’s taste too harshly, but she does wonder what you see in her overdramatic and annoying brother.

Ah, well. They do say love makes people blind. Hopefully not literally though, Lynette’s not looking forward to performing shows alone because Lyney got blinded by his love for you—though if you asked Lynette, she’d tell you it wasn’t love so much as obsession. Only someone insane would spend hours picking out flowers and calling them ‘maroon’ and ‘crimson’. It’s just red.

Lynette squints at him. “And since when were you interested in the meaning of flowers?”

“Well, I suppose you could say I like to dabble in other pursuits.” Lyney gives her a cheeky grin.

“Right…” He’s clearly losing his mind.

“Red roses symbolize true love, though rainbow roses in particular pertain to passion, and…” He trails off, eyes blinking in astonishment. She can practically see the lightbulb appearing on top of his head.

With a flick of his wrists, the ‘crimson’ and ‘maroon’ roses disappear. Lynette watches him warily, wondering what kind of outlandish idea has formed in that head of his.

But he doesn’t elaborate more, only shoots a wink at her and says, “I’ve got a great idea.”

-

His great idea, as it turns out, is to corner you in an alleyway and make it rain rainbow roses around you as he asked you out on a date, all while Lynette is crouched on the roof, dumping sacks of rainbow roses and vindictively hoping one of them stabs Lyney in the eye. No such luck.

You, as the ever-crazy romantic that you are, are awestruck and amazed by what he’s done instead of weirded out like how a normal person would be. With an eager smile and a twinkle in your eye, you accept the rose in Lyney’s hand and say yes when he asks you to meet him for dinner tomorrow. Lynette wants to barf, but settles for dumping another sack of flowers on top of the two of you.

And if she uses a little bit of anemo to direct a few petals to Lyney’s face? Well, you removing a petal sticking to his cheek and having your fingers linger there for a few moments wasn’t part of the plan (the plan being: embarrass her brother by having him choke on a petal while he’s speaking), but she can’t entirely begrudge the result. Not when Lyney looks like he’s about to have a meltdown with just one touch from you. Good blackmail material right there.

Lynette’s happy that the two of you have finally gotten your heads off your asses and are actually going on a date. Though mostly she’s happy about the amount of mora heading her way soon.

She’ll have to thank Freminet for telling her about the bet about you and Lyney. Maybe she can start a new bet on when the two of you are getting married—probably soon, if the lovestruck look on Lyney’s face is anything to go by. She hopes he won’t be crazy enough to propose on the second date, because you’d certainly be crazy enough to accept if he did.

Oh, well. Lynette will put a bet on one month just in case.

Who is the most stable Honkai Star Rail boyfriend and why is it Sampo Koski? The only thing is that he commits crimes, otherwise this is a top tier man. He's funny, he makes his own cash, he helps out when you'll need him, he does not have a previous incarnation haunting him like a shadow, no known drama with his exes, he has a sense of self-preservation and will dip from fights that get too dangerous so you don't need to worry about him dying, his job isn't the most dangerous either, he doesn't grieve a supposedly better yesterday, so far he could be mentally healthy...

Coraline AU

Fatui! Scaramouche x Fatui!fem! reader. How Scaramouche would confess his feelings to the reader.

a/n: before I start answering requests, I wanted to write something first. There was something @xxventiswindblumexx said to me last night that stirred my brain a bit. Follow along with me as a get self indulgent about this and don't laugh😋 I know none of you would though, I'm just saying😭 Enjoy everyone! @kichikichiko @ech4writesthings @nikibeloved

Scaramouche froze, his eyes widening when he saw you coming. He knew that look on your face well. You were pissed.

No, scratch that. You were livid.

Scaramouche had never seen you look so pissed off, except for one time when you'd found he was going through your things without asking and stealing them so you would give him attention.

Even though you walked right passed Scaramouche, he had feeling that he was going to be drug into your anger. He would stand there and wait while he enjoyed the show.

It was a new member of your team. He'd only joined about a month ago, being placed under your leadership for the reason that being around someone like you would calm him down about being nervous.

And it had. Until today.

This recruit in particular would never forget the lesson you taught him. Scaramouche knew the recruit wouldn't quit after this, being painfully aware and absolutely annoyed that this recruit was simping hard for you. Scaramouche couldn't help but cross his arms and glare while he watched.

"Ma'am! Ma'am, please," he heard the recruit all but stammer when you came to stand in front of him. "It was an accident. I didn't see the fox in time.."

Scaramouche was impressed with the swift roundhouse kick you delivered to his chest. But then again, your kicks had always had force in them. He couldn't but feel a little bad for that recruit. You rarely ever did something like this, unlike himself.

"I have one rule, especially in these joint operations!" Which were becoming more and more frequent lately. "Kill anyone of the enemy that you like. I don't care! People are shitheads anyways. I barely got that fox out of the way of in time because your reckless behavior."

You planted the heel of your shoe firmly onto the recruit's hand, turning it. "Consider this a warning. So help me, I will kill you myself next time, I don't care how fast things happen. See to it it that there isn't." you finished, your voice sounded so cold and serious.

It was a drastic hard left turn from how you normally acted.

Scaramouche pulled the brim of his hat slightly over his face. He knew you were coming for him next. And he was excited. And maybe, just maybe but not really, a little scared of you. That didn't reflect on his demeanor in the slightest.

"And you!" You said, turning to stride over to him. You were so furious that you tried to slap him with a slap that you would never let connect.

Scaramouche caught your wrist, glaring at you, offended. He let you speak though. He always wanted to hear your voice, angry or not.

"You didn't have to do that. I don't need someone protecting me. I could've handled it myself! Do you really think I am that weak?!" You continued, gritting your teeth over the sound of your pounding heart. "Why did you do that?"

His glare increased in intensity. Both his squad and yours gawked at how much guts you had talking to Scaramouche like this.

Of course he didn't think that way. Truthfully, Scaramouche's body has moved on it's own when he saw you scramble to scoop the fox up out of the line of fire. You had injuries to prove it. That Kairagi was been right on top you as soon as you hit the ground. Scaramouche had to do something. Not only was someone close to you in a threatening manner but you could've easily been taken away from him, no matter how strong or capable you were.

And you were so concerned for the fox as you clutched the animal against your chest to protect him that you had flippant regard for your life. He thought it was stupid that you'd recklessly thrown yourself into the line of fire. But somehow charming.

And you looked so beautiful when you were angry.

It always pissed him off him when you tried to talk over him. You always did that when you were nervous and he could tell you were. Oh and, please try to hit him again. It turned him on.

"Look, y/n, I--"

You didn't let him finish. "What kind of girl do you take me for?"

Scaramouche suddenly had enough. Glaring at your subordinates and his, he growled at them to leave. He was sick of this shit, and he would damned if anyone but you heard what he was about to say to you.

"You shut your mouth and listen because I am only going to say this once. I'd better not hear one word come out of your pretty mouth until I am finished," he said, grasping your chin to make you look up at him.

"I am not sorry if it causes you inconvenience while I struggle to deal with my feelings for you," he continued, putting a hand over your mouth when you tried to talk. "Nope, what did I say, y/n?" He loved how you stopped, instantly compliant. You'd always been that way around him. It didn't matter that he held a higher rank than you as a Harbinger.

"I am difficult to deal with, this you know. But then again, so are you sometimes. I..and I hate how I feel when I say this, but I'm..." He trailed off. Cut him a break, this was hard for him. "I'm falling in love with you." That last part was spoken quiet and almost sounded gentle despite how angry he sounded.

Scaramouche took his hand off your mouth. "You may speak now."

Ha! Your expression was priceless. He would remember it forever. He'd thrown you off so badly that you couldn't even speak.

His confession had gone smoother than he anticipated.

And what he didn't know that you already considered yourself his a long time ago. He sure took his time about this. He didn't have to take so long.

Soo, I have been on both a Character.ai and Scaramouche kick and may or may not have gotten invested in the Scummy Scara AU made by @celabi and then made a scummy scara bot in my free time 😅

I'm still working on adding some more details to him, but he seems alright so far

Here is the link for anyone who wants to chat with him