I'm Not Nuts, Okay?! (lyney X Fem!reader)

I'm not nuts, okay?! (lyney x fem!reader)

Ok guys, this is my first time doing this...i mean, i always wanted to write a FanFiction but i didn't have the courage to do so😅

Sooo...i hope you guys aren't too harsh with me and to everyone that actually has written before, thanks guys! Everyone in general that likes to explore the world of FanFics, you guys are awesome and lets all have the brainrots together!!

Warning: this work is going to contain violence, spoilers of Fontaine Archon's Quest (If you did It, then you know what violence I'm talking about), gramatical mistakes (i tried my best to polish It, but english isn't my First language and i don't have a beta reader) and not intentional gaslighting.

Basically, you are the woman that is target at the twins show, but It a plot Twist.

Sumary: being an heiress is a lot more diffucult when you are being target by a murder with a thing for kidnnaping girls trouthg the years and everyone thinks you're nuts for trying to warn people. Ungrateful b*****.

Part 1.

(Just one last warning, in this isn't going to contain any romance yet, but reader does notice the twins and think They are charming. Just the next we are going to actually get close to that, thats why slow burn...Sorry guys)

This nighmare all started as you were returning from the vallies outside the city at night, clear skies and the stars keeping you company after a whole day of painting in the wild. Living a lavishe life of a classic Fountaine dream, being a heiress that could dedicate herself ALL day to what she wanted without having to think about working and enjoying each second of the day to yours whims- theres this day that you passed every minute possible in the Opera Epiclise just listening to opera!

You didn’t think It was necessary for someone to protect you- big mistake, now you recognize it.-, so for you it was simply a calming walk after a productive day, feeling the breeze in your hair. You didn’t need the money, but you always found entertaining to see people’s reactions to them, so selling a few to admirers always filled you with proudness.

The light’s of the city were tinkling and normally you would feel relaxed, but somewhere in your gut -deep inside your gut-, was a feeling of dread, anticipation that forced you to look at each window you passed in chance of seeing in their reflections If there was someone behind you. To calm the goosebumbs in your body, you started humming a little lullaby of your childhood, but It was for naughty, your eyes kept looking for something in the shadows and each hair of your body was standing.

When the almost silent click clack of shoes reached your ears from the alley in your right, you had just enough time to use the painting as a shield for your face -your spine tingling in fear. A big SPLASH sound echoing in your ears, before you force the painting in the face of your assaulter, beating them with It. They scream, a screech of a terrified soul.

You were just trying to be brave! You swear by the Archon!

But the second your wet painting touched the figure, they melted! Falling in the floor as water with just their clothes left behind.

After this you don’t remember much, somehow you got home when you woke from your trance, sneaky rays of daylight getting through the curtains to blind your eyes, your troath sore, cold sweat long dried in your whole body and your hands tied to the headboard. By the time you finally got your bearings, you discorvered you were branded crazy for going around screaming of an attempt murder, of melting people and that being related to the disappearance of girls through the years. Since, you know, night, girl, alone...you were a girl alone at night...It made sense, but still! People called you crazy, that the situation caused you so much stress you hallucinated of melting people, of fighting your assaulter with a painting that never existed!

That was just the start, for much as you try to tell, no one believes you! You entered in contact with a blond lady from an organization, Spina de rose or something, and as kind as she was ,you saw in her eyes, the pitying look...the pitying look for the artsy heiress that fell from grace as every newspaper liked to call you now.

But still, she was the only one that gave you the time of day. Even your mother has long given up in ‘entertaining’ you, now just trying to keep you in the house and calm.

Time passed, months had gone by, your story long forgotten by the whispers of the public. Still, your assaulter ...he died? If he did, How was that you still felt eyes following you?!

Blondie, Navia as she tried to tell you to call her -in your Head, she was blondie, it was easier to think of her for her strongest feature. -, were your only friend now, she didn’t let you investigate with her and her bodyguards since you were considered in a fragile state of mind... If you bite your tongue more, you would cut It off using only your teeth.

Blondie, angel on earth, insisted you should accompany her to a Magic show, living a bit of your old life, where you weren’t a crazy, fragile and traumatized girl. Opera Epiclise in its full glory in front of you, your body accessorized and clothed like old times instead of your ‘depressed’ style, as your mother dubbed them, your mother to your right and your friend to your left. If your mother wasn’t clenching your hand and you weren’t carrying an umbrella matched with a raincoat and a towel in your neck on top of your beautiful outfit, everything would seem like it was before.

The show is splendid! And the magicians! Both of them were so beautiful, you wish you could have met them earlier just so your old carefree self could try and make friends with them, maybe just to get to paint them while you...were still someone you were proud of being.

Ok...maybe, you are more interrested in their voices and beauty than what They are saying, but you swear its the artist in you talking....no, your cheeks aren’t blushing!

By the time the second trick starts, a shining light falls upon you, lyney’s melodic and cheerful voice asks you to participate, in entering a box and appearing out in a completelly new one, and It gets you feeling so happy that you wasn’t felt in so long- its been too long really.- , you don’t have to think, you jump from your sit, ready, more ready to a new experience than ever before. Your mother pulls your arm, mumbles for you to sit, maybe she’s angry or afraid for you, however when Navia gives an excited little laugh before gently taking hold of her wrist and talking to her in a low and kind voice- you can’t even hear them through the beating of your heart, rushing in excitment.-, she lets you go.

Entering the box, you look around.

The...dark, the dark and the cheering, remembers you of your early days in house arrest. The neighbors talking, endless talks with journalists, laughting and judging you!

You sigh, maybe being called crazy is affecting your mind more than you thought and the dark bring unfortune memories of melting people, when no longer a pair of brilliant twins, magic tricks, your mother warm hand on your hand and blondie’s surprises giggles that she tries so hard to hide to keep her reputation of a badass woman is there to keep your mind in peace. You pull the raincoat hood up and the towel on top of it, you don’t wish to feel fear, but...It calms your head, like a lucky charm.

The box trembles, you have to put your gloved hands in the walls to keep your balance,”What in the Archons name IS happening?” , you mutter and between numbers being chanted a silent Pop sound catches your attention before the damned SPLASH. Your towel! The raincoat! COMPLETELLY WET!

YOU KNEW! THE EYES THAT FOLLOWED YOU WEREN’T PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION! THEY HAVE THE GUTS TO TRY AND MELT YOU AGAIN! WHAT WERE YOU?! A PRIZED FISH OR HUNT THAT THEY WANT TO PUT IN THE WALL?!

An anger bloom in your heart, If these people took you for a coward then its finally time to put all the resent you felt for being branded crazy for months to work. Work in your fists, kicks and bites, you aren’t going to Go down without a fight!

The door open to a masked guy, big jester smile, to be met with your fist. The man shouts, be in surprise or pain you don’t have any fs to give, seeing an opening you put both your hands in the borders of the door and give ALL your juice into a powerful kick to his chest.

Your heart beats like a wild beast, you feel like one!

With the sound of chanting numbers and blood rushing in your ears the orchestra of this ‘act’ feels perfect, if the murderer thought this was gonna be your end then he’s in for a surprise!

You are fast to jump out off the box, still he recovers from your attack Just as quicklly and comes for you. You duck and use your shoulder to push him, he seems more ready as he also gives you a punch to the nape for your troubles. It throbs and you sure starts to see things with less clarity, from pain or your eyes tearing up a bit from your brain being treated like a rubber ball are a mystery to you.

He is stronger than you, but not as fast It seems, using your already lowered position you pull the dirtiest, most unlady like attack in the book and delivery a punch in between his legs. Not before he gives you more bruises to your back and head, tearing your towel away from you with some strands of your hair also being forced out, even with the protection of the raincoat.

He falls to the floor, his hands clenched in your clothes, or being specific, in your raincoat that you begrudgingly takes off to run away to the other side of the corridor. He shouts for you to stop, you don’t look back to know If he is already standing, you don’t care and your muscles pull in a way the haven’t in months, they burn so much you don’t know If you can take more out off you to fight.

Your hands start to tremble as well as your legs, your body is succumbing to fear or exhaustation, still you push yourself to climb the hand stair you find in the other side of the room. A hand clamps down your ankle and try to make you fall, even If your balance is disturbed you give a involuntary kick to the wall, your feet hurt like the Archon herself in bestowing a punishing upon you, but It seems that the same could be said for the guy’s fingers that were caught in between your ankle and the wall.

The stairs lead you to a small and dark room, you don’t give a second look before throwing the door open and in the time you have to give two steps away a lot of things happen. You don’t see, but the public gasps and applauds, fireworks starts going off, a hand shoots after you from the dark box and a freaking barril of glass filled with water starts descending upon it.

In a second, all its done, you are throw in the floor as if you were bowing in your knees to the audience, your body is numb but you know your back must be black and blue, your vision is ... You don’t know, but you can’t see right. With a blinding light focusing on you and the deafening silence, you give everyone a shaky smile and say “I was right”.

With various screams resounding in the theater, you rest your head in the floor. Is It water in it? Maybe there are still a piece of your old version in you, for now you feel like taking a nap.

You are so tired...

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