Lyney x Reader

Freminet

"I don't regret it."

"How can you say that?!"

"Tonight was just... inutilement nécessaire."

"What? What do you mean!? Do you know how crazy you sound!?"

Silence.

More arguments. More yelling.

Something shattered.
The slam of a door.

You couldn't open your eyes. You wouldn't dare move. You tried to focus on your surroundings. You felt... something soft. A blanket covered you. You were on a bed. You pulled them closer to you. You could smell the fresh detergent; roses. Rainbow Roses.

You focused on your breathing. It was unbalanced. You began to think. The voices outside seemed to quiet down. They belonged to... Freminet and Lyney? You exhaled.

You were supposed to be dead.

The thought hit you instantly making you jolt and sit up. You checked your wrists, there were visible bruises from the ropes, and a bandage covered one of them; that one must be the one that received the cut. You scanned your surroundings.

You weren't home. You weren't in your room. You were back in your dressing room. The low-dimmer lights from your mirror provided the only light in the room. You were still wearing the outfit Lyney gave you earlier that evening. That much you remembered before the whole stage fiasco.

And your train of thought began to run again. Why? How? What does it all mean? Aren't you supposed to be dead? Why Lyney? Was it even real? No, the bruises were more than real. Were they? Things felt hazy. Another headache.

You covered your face, tears were already rolling down your cheek. Somehow.

"Y/N?" You looked up, and Freminet was peeking through the gap of the opened door. "Oh archons, you're awake!" He let himself in, kneeling beside your bed. His eyes filled with relief and worry.

"Freminet..."

"No, don't speak. Lyney isn't here right now, you're safe."

Safe? From Lyney? No... no... that's not right. You didn't want to think of it like that. You wanted to believe there was a reason. There must be.

"So you do care." You smiled. Happy. Of course you were. Freminet cared for you after all.

"Oh s'il te plait! Of course I do, you are a living person. Any sane person would worry after tonight... But never mind that," Freminet then became serious, not that there was any difference from his usual expression from his serious one, but his voice was stern.

"You must stay away from Lyney as much as possible. You can't stay here. Lyney has grown too attached to you... it's starting to take a toll on him..." He was confused himself about it all, you could tell by the way his brows furrowed and the way he was thinking of phrasing things. "It's hard to explain, but you've seen his behavior... right? Like tonight." He stared at your wounds.

"Lynette knows nothing of tonight, yet. But once she finds out she'll never forgive herself for letting leaving you both. Though, she had no choice..." He muttered, "And once Father finds out..."

"Father?" You knew who it was. You knew their true identities, but you still questioned.

"Forgive me..." He shook his head, "I want to apologize for tonight... I'm so sorry things turned out this way... I didn't stop him... I didn't know!"

"Hey... it's okay! I'm okay!" You cupped his face with your hands, now that you think about it those bruises look absolutely awful. You gave him warm smile, a reassuring one eve if you weren't yourself, "It's gonna be okay... I'll talk to Lyney..."

"But you can't!"

"Shh!"

He quieted down, "I really don't want you to leave... but I don't want to see you or Lyney get hurt... This... n'est même pas réel." He seemed in pain, his eyes were glassy like they were going to start crying. You studied him a bit more. He had such pretty freckles and his hair was lighter than the twins. Funny thing is, you couldn't feel anything thing.

Everything seemed blurry and hazy.

"I'll fix this. Trust me, will you Freminet?"

He stared at you for a few seconds, and nodded. He pulled away from your touch as he stood up. "We should head home now. I don't think Lyney will be heading home tonight. Shall we?" He gave you his hand, one that you gladly took.

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You were heading home now. With Freminet by your side. Not Lyney.

Lyney was the one who was going to walk with you. Lyney was going to be the one who was going to tell you how an amazing job you did tonight, even if you made some mistakes, that your confidence was the main attraction. He was going to be the one you sat across from at dinner. Not Freminet.

He cleared his throat, "So... Cold evening isn't it...?" He was trying to start a conversation. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't bother speaking to the poor boy. He must've been feeling uncomfortable. It's crazy to think he yelled at Lyney earlier with his ever so stoic demeanor.

"You don't have to force yourself you know?" Though, this was weird. You never really had chat with Freminet. Not a proper one.

"S-sorry! It's just, we don't really talk much." He stayed quiet for a moment, "However it's partially my fault..."

"Your fault...?"

He sighed, "You know what I mean... ever since we met I've given you the cold shoulder, always distancing myself away from you. Like the plague."

You were both arriving closer to home. "Ah that's right, but why?" You raised an eyebrow at him, this is good. You're both talking.

"I don't know...? Sorry." He pursed his lips. "I guess I always had this feeling. I know this isn't the best of times but... ever since you've entered our lives I've had this horrible gut feeling. And I suppose that 'gut-feeling' I've always linked it to you. As if you were some sort of cause for it. Gah, that sounds so awful out loud, please forgive me!"

You didn't know how to take that in. It was like a punch in the stomach but somehow really bearable to hear. "Oh," was all you managed to say.

"D-don't take it by heart, it's just me being all panicky...!"

You chuckled nervously, "No no! It's okay, really... I'm glad you're being honest."

"If you say so..."

You both entered the property of the cottage house. The one you've been calling home for some time now. There were no lights coming from the window, and the moonlight shined upon it making it feel so lonely. Freminet reached for the handle. And you reached for his shoulder.

"Tell me Freminet why am I not dead?"

A/N:
We are drawing much closer to the end of this book!