#lysandre x reader

Men who pull you into the tightest embrace just to pull your breath into himself.

Men who wear the smell of your perfume from endless contact like a badge of the highest honor.

Men that you see your eyes as the center of his whole universe.

Men who have kissed every single one of your scars, no matter how big or small they are.

Men who know and respect that you can protect yourself. They will always be by your side as an equal.

Men just adore you no matter what you do.

cw: suggestive, 18+ content, minors DNI, some implied dubcon, short

characters: Giovanni, Archer, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus, Colress, Lysandre, Guzma, Volo

synopsis: your boyfriend, Lysander, seems to struggle writing the perfect poem for your birthday.

❤︎ featuring : lysander ainsworth x F!reader

❤︎ words count : 1.2k

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author’s note — lysander’s time now! him and castiel are sooo my favorite boys. Anywayyy, between these two poems, one is written by me, and the other one by Shakespeare and another poet ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ (i didn’t think that writing poems was that interesting! it is my first time doing it)

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ᥫ᭡ "Castiel, can you give me your opinion about this one?"

At the end of the second corridor, behind the stairs, the two friends were sitting on the floor. One had a cigarette in his mouth and his guitar in his hands, tuning the strings of his instrument.

The other was holding out his small, dark, cherished notebook; some of the pages lay near him, some crumpled, others perfectly smooth.

Castiel raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes. "Again? That's the fifth time you've asked me," he replied.

"I know. But as soon as I feel like I've finished, a new idea pops into my head and I can't help but write it down. And I don't know which one is the best."

Lysander sighed, watching his friend take the notebook from his hands and read the results of his work once more. The boy with the two-toned eyes watched Castiel, whose gaze darted between the words; then, after a few moments, Castiel nodded, exhaling his toxic smoke.

"That one's not bad. But tell me, you're pretty inspired, dude. At this rate, your notebook won't have any pages left in an hour." He chuckled.

Lysander chuckled softly as he picked up his notebook, observing in turn the page defaced by the stain of his fountain pen.

"Well, let's just say that today I have a good reason to be inspired, that's true."

"Huh? Why, what’s up today?"

Lysander didn't answer immediately, his fingertips lightly tracing the rough paper of his notebook. An incredible tenderness filled his eyes. "Today is her birthday. And I want to tell her everything my heart holds for her."

A look of curiosity and incomprehension crossed Castiel's face as he stubbed out his cigarette beside him. "She's your girlfriend, isn’t she? So you're always telling her what you think about her. Why does it necessarily change anything today?"

"Today is the day the world discovered a new star. And in her eyes, it may be just another day, but I want her to understand all the love and consideration I have for her."

Castiel stared at him with a wry smile, carefully placing his guitar in his bag. "Yeah, you're such a softie." Lysander just glanced at him quickly, ignoring his comment. Castiel stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and his friend followed him, standing up as well.

"Okay, the bell's about to ring, I'm going to class. The hag been clinging to me since the beginning of the week and will probably call my parents. You coming?" Castiel walked to the corridor, turning to Lysander who was behind him.

But Lysander shook his head, lightly tightening the strap of his bag. "No, I think I'll go to the roof this time. I'll meet you after class."

Castiel shrugged before leaving, and Lysander, for his part, went up the stairs; quickly greeting Kim and Violette who were coming down the stairs.

He quickly reached the roof of the high school, sitting down against the wall and thus facing the city, enjoying the fresh air that tickled his skin. He finally decided to take out his small notebook, in which were two loose sheets of paper that were the source of his delinquent act.

He picked up the first one and looked at it, rereading the words that stained the paper again and again. He had to decide between the two poems he had written earlier.

They were the two Castiel had designated as the best; so he only had to choose. But Lysander felt compelled to make a perfect choice; it was meant for you, after all. And you deserved only the best from him.

After a few modifications, Lysander finally decided to give a final reading of this poem before moving on to the next one:

“I didn’t love you with my heart or my mind. I love you with my soul, in case my mind forgets and my heart stops.

And if I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would.

So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without entering it.”

The young man gave a small, proud smile before placing the poem on his lap and tackling the next one:

“Every time I see you every time I talk to you every time I smell you every time I touch you

I have paradise in my eyes my heart in my mouth flowers tickling my nose and my love beneath my touch.

And if ever the thought crosses your mind that my love for you seems to have come to an end, just observe the sky and count the stars because each one holds within them all the love I have for you.”

Now, which one to choose?

Lysander weaved his gaze between the papers in his hands, meticulously selecting which would be your precious gift.

Of course, at the bottom of his bag, a pendant he'd bought a few days ago lay peacefully. He knew you'd adore it, but a material gift like that wasn't really his preference. What he held in his hands was the most important thing to him.

But the bell signaling the end of class quickly pulled him from his thoughts. Had he really spent the whole hour on it?

But he didn't have time to think any further; it was time to give you all of this! With surprising speed, he quickly arrived in front of the classroom, eagerly waiting for you to come out.

"Lysander!" When you noticed him, you jumped into his arms, hugging him joyfully. You hadn't seen him all day! And there were a few words you were eagerly waiting for him to say.

The young man returned your embrace with joy, placing a gentle kiss on your temple, not failing to elicit a reaction from Rosalya who winked at you before leaving on the arm of Alexy who was giggling.

"I'm glad to see you," he began, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Would you like to come with me? I need to show you something."

You nodded immediately, shaking your head joyfully as you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. "Very well, I'll follow you!"

The walk to the park was filled with everyday conversations; you wanted to know what he had done during the day, but he remained evasive, focusing on you instead.

After about ten minutes, you finally arrived at the park, wasting no time finding a quiet spot under a tree. Lysander took his bag off his shoulder and placed it beside him before turning to face you.

"Close your eyes, okay? I have a surprise for you."

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you nodded, covering your eyes with your hands. Lysander opened his bag and rummaged through it, pulling out the emerald pendant, which he unwrapped, then gently slipped it around your neck. You instantly felt the new chill on your bare collarbones, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

"You can open your eyes now."

You obeyed immediately and were finally able to admire the necklace around your neck. You took it in your hands and gazed at it for several seconds before turning back to Lysander, who was smiling at you. "Lysander..." you whispered, "it's beautiful!"

The young man put his arm around your shoulders, kissing you several times on the face, his smile never leaving his lips. "I'm happy to hear that. I was afraid you'd find it too old-fashioned." He took your hand in his, making you look into his two-toned eyes.

"But that's not my favorite gift. There's something else I want to give you." Curiosity crossed your face as Lysander pulled an envelope from his bag. You took it, noticing it was sealed with a paper heart. You glanced at Lysander, who gestured for you to open it, and you did.

You began reading, the red rising rapidly on your cheeks as you read the words, imagining Lysander's voice pronouncing them.

After finishing reading, Lysander felt nervousness rising within him. Did you enjoy it? Or was it absolutely terrible…?

But his doubts were quickly dispelled when you jumped into his arms, knocking him to the ground with you on top of him. He caught you, but then fell onto the grass with you. Your laughter quickly reached his ears, and he finally lowered his head to you, meeting your eyes, shining with the light he had dreamed of every moment since he'd known you.

"Lysander, you know, it's the best thing anyone has ever done for me. And knowing it was you who did it makes me the happiest person in the world!"

You placed your hand on his cheek and moved closer to him. Pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. He responded immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist. You stepped back slowly, maintaining eye contact with him. Lysander smiled once more, resting his forehead against yours.

"I’m so happy to hear that. Happy birthday, ma chérie."

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Everything my hands have written. Ao3 is where I mainly post, but every now and again I’ll cross post the story on tumblr. 

List last updated 6-10-2026

HAH DA OOPY GOOPIES I LOVE THAT

Look at the goop children.

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-The first time you notice one of them, it startles you for a second. L was talking and sees you staring at his hood. He raises his eyebrows and glances behind himself but doesn’t see anything. You don’t ask, and he doesn’t either.

-The second time is when you happen across L in the park, and he’s got a few of them in his hands. When they form together, before your eyes, turns into his canine pokemon he always has with him. You question if you actually witnessed that or if it was a dream the next day.

-Finally, the third time, you manage to point the little goober out to L before it retreats again. He gently coaxes the little one out, and it looks like a booger that was given sentience if you’re being honest. It’s pretty cute though, inching along his arm like that. He holds the little critter out to greet you on his fingers, and explains that this is the original form of Zygarde.

-You feel your skin crawl when it climbs on you. It feels like a snail or something similar, but it’s really cute. You bring the little pokemon up to your face. It tries to climb on your nose and L can’t help but chuckle at it. “Zygarde seems to like you.”

-The fourth time you see them, and yes it’s a few, a couple of them fall off of L’s coat and start to panic. They actually scoot almost a block before they find you and you screech like a spooked whismur when they crawl onto your leg. You look down and see their scared little faces on your calf and you get worried about them, scooping them up into your jacket and scampering off to go find L to return them.

-You stop counting them after that, but you enjoy it whenever you see them. They become very fond of you and whenever individual cells are out and about, they always somehow find a way onto you like little caterpillars. Occasionally, you’ll be walking around with Lida or one of the twins and they’ll ask what the little pokemon on your arm/leg/back/etc. You start off confused until you feel around and a gummy little goober squeaks when you touch them. It always gets a giggle out of you.

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I adore the little goobies. Look at the babies. They be babies.

I got inspired by that L/Lysander fic that I'm diving into more dark aspects and I'm writing as much as I can while I'm motivated.

I'm using Lysander from X/Y.

Premise for the reader: You're a strong trainer visiting Kalos to take on their gyms and league. You met Lysandre in Lumiose, but you don't have close interactions. It's more implied that he took an interest in you and had his grunts keep tabs on you. You've got a good head on your shoulders, and have absolutely love of pokemon, and a strong sense of doing what's right.

CW: kidnapping, dubious consent, possessive, obsessive, dark romance, villain romance, resistance and conflicted attraction.

Click here for a Prequel Scene

Click here for Part 2!

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You woke to darkness. Not the gentle dark of sleep, but a deliberate one—curtains drawn, lights extinguished with intention. The air smelled faintly of smoke and something sharp beneath it, like crushed citrus and metal. Silk brushed your bare shoulder when you shifted, and that alone was enough to make your breath hitch.

This was not your bed.

The sheets were impossibly soft, cool against your skin, tucked with obsessive precision. You became aware of the mattress dipping beside you, the subtle press of weight—controlled, patient.

“You’re awake.”

His voice was low, cultured, warm in a way that feels rehearsed. You know it even before your mind fully catches up.

Lysandre.

Your pulse stuttered, and you pushed yourself up, but a hand settled at your waist—not restraining, not yet, but possessive. Familiar in a way that made your skin prickle.

“Don’t,” he said gently. “You’ll hurt yourself if you panic.”

“I want to leave,” you managed, though your voice betrayed you, thin and unsteady.

A soft breath of amusement ghosted your ear. “You misunderstand. This isn’t a place you leave. It’s a place you’ve been brought to.”

Your eyes adjusted slowly. The faint outline of the room emerged—tall windows, geometric shadows, the gleam of polished metal and glass. His silhouette behind you was immaculate even in the dark: broad shoulders, perfect posture, crimson hair catching what little light there is like embers.

“You kidnapped me,” you said, flatly.

He did not deny it.

“I rescued you,” he corrected instead, sliding closer. His knee presses into the mattress beside your thigh. “From a world that will burn itself to ash. From ugliness. Waste. Meaninglessness.”

His hand lifted, unhurried, brushing your hair back from your face as if you were something precious, something fragile. You flinched—and hate that part of you leans into the warmth anyway.

“You were wasted,” he continued softly. “Do you know that? Surrounded by people who could never truly see you. But I saw you. Immediately.”

“You—!” Your throat tightened. “You followed me.”

“You didn’t think I failed to notice you, did you?” he said. “A trainer like you doesn’t pass through Kalos unseen.”

Your chest rose sharply. “You mean my battles.”

“Your victories,” he corrected. “Your restraint. The way you refuse to abandon your Pokémon even when strategy would demand it. The way you intervene when you see cruelty and pretend it’s coincidence.”

His fingers brushed your hair back, reverent.

“You fight beautifully,” Lysandre murmured. “And not just with strength—with conviction. That is… unbearably rare. And I know beauty when it refuses to rot. I know worth when I see it standing untouched amid decay.”

His thumb traced your jaw, reverent, but again, possessive.

“You belong in the world I’m creating,” he continued, voice low, sultury. “A perfect world does not need many people. Only the right ones.”

You twisted toward him, heart hammering. “And what happens to me in this world?”

For the first time, something sharp glinted beneath his calm.

“You live,” he said simply. “You are cherished. Protected.” A pause. Then, quieter: “Bound to me.”

Your breath came faster. “That’s not a choice.”

Lysandre smiled, and it was devastating in its certainty. “Choice,” he says, “is a luxury of the old world.”

“I came here to stop you,” you started to say. “Whatever you’re planning—”

“Yes,” he interupted calmly. “And that is precisely why you’re here.” His hand slid to your thigh, slow enough that you could pull away—yet you don’t.

“You love this world,” he continued. “You love Pokémon. You believe they deserve protection, not exploitation. You believe strength exists to preserve, not dominate.”

His thumb pressed lightly, grounding you to the bed.

“So do I.”

You shake your head. “That’s not true. You and I don't believe in the same thing.”

“Ah, but we do,” he insisted softly. “You simply haven’t gone far enough.” He leaned closer, the heat of him unmistakable now. “I watched you choose mercy when cruelty would have been easier. I watched you inspire loyalty—not obedience. Pokémon follow you because they trust you.”

His hand stroked your thigh, not hurried, not crude—measured, as if he is demonstrating a truth rather than seeking permission. Your body reacted traitorously, heat blooming where his fingers rest, and you hate yourself for it.

He noticed.

“There,” he whispers. “Your body understands what your fear will not.”

You tried to pull away again. This time, his grip firmed—not painful, but absolute. He leaned in until you feel the warmth of him, the steady control in every breath.

“I will not force what is already inevitable,” he said, a warning beneath his voice. “But understand this: I do not take what is unworthy.”

His lips brushed your temple. Not a kiss. A promise.

“You will be mine,” he murmured. “Not because I break you—but because the world I build will have no place for you except at my side.”

His fingers curled, drawing you back against him as the darkness closes in, as his voice continued—soft, relentless—describing a future where you are never alone, never free, and never discarded.

(or just one doesn't matter. I'm happy with both)

Heh

heheheheheheheeeeeeee

I gotchu anon I gotchu

I love them both dearly so this is great

feel free to borrow these headcanons, but please just tag me! (for credit and also I wanna see)

Being in a relationship with Sycamore & Lysandre (Headcanons)

SFW:

Both of them are romantics deffo

Sycamore's love language is quality time, while Lysandre's is either gift giving or acts of service

Speaking of gifts, Lysandre definitely spoils both you and Sycamore with the gifts he gives

At the start of the relationship, he tends to give more lavish gifts, more expensive ones mainly to impress you two

Later on though, he realizes that you both don't even really care about the price of the gift, but more the meaning behind it

He then takes more time researching your interest or hobbies, getting you things that genuinely make you happy and are important to you

Cafe and Dinner dates are common for the 3 of you

You all try to go to some place new every time, or try something new together

Sycamore is more adventurous with food, while I feel like Lysandre is a little bit reserved with what he'll try

He has a sensitive palette (or so he says), but he would try at least a little bit if the two of you really want him to

Especially if y'all give him puppy eyes

He can't help but say yes to that!

Movie nights at home is another date activity that I think they both love

Just all 3 of you on the couch, snuggled up together watching whatever movie that was picked by one of you (y'all take turns)

Lowkey headcanon Sycamore to be a bit of a movie buff

He just loves watching cinema!

Lysandre says he doesn't have enough time to watch movies or tv

There's a 90% chance that whatever y'all are watching, Sycamore has at least seen it once and Lysandre has never seen it at all

At least one of y'all pass out while watching the movie (it's probably you let's be honest)

The 3 of you end up just cuddling on the couch for the rest of the night

Or until someone starts dragging yall into bed, where you all end up tangled together, sleeping soundly