#★ lumi ★

[ivysangel]

crying and starving..need jayroy..threesome..!!! save me!!!

(the way a jayroy threesome would actually fix me like hmmm let's take a little visit to the roommates!au !! also thank u for this ask lumi my beloved. a study needs to be done on how you keep curing my writers block)

you hadn't known them as long as they had known each other, and when you initially moved in, you'd felt like an outsider, wondering if it was too late to find another set of roommates with less history between them. somehow, you ended up being the missing piece in their friendship, and so the three of you evidently found a home in one another. in the apartment you shared, the couch you'd fallen asleep on many times waiting up for them, the kitchen jason’s banned you two from after you almost set the house on fire when he was out town, the bottle of shampoo you bought for one that was now shared between three. articles of clothing that no longer had one owner, the surplus of snacks in the cabinet that never seemed to run out or even run low. it's in the stolen bites of food, the hamper that never gets too full, the tv show you know you could've finished ages ago if it hadn't been for the promise that you wouldn't watch if all three of you weren't together; and you kept your promise. even when they were gone for weeks, radio silent, leaving you with a godawful cliffhanger to think about until they returned bruised and blooded, but eager to find out which character was getting killed off next. and return they did, tired and in pain; so you waited even longer until the night they both joined you on the couch, roy taking the remote and finding where you left off while jason made some popcorn in the kitchen.

it was in the way those tv show catch ups often ended with you naked, purple marks littered across your body, legs shaking, and tears streaming down your face. people talking on the tv still playing in the background, but you could barely hear it over the lewd sounds of the two men fucking you. starting with roy in your mouth and jason in your pussy until he got his fill, or as much as he could before roy started complaining that he was being a hog, and then switching places. now you lay on the couch, back flat against the soft cushions as roy holds himself above you, palms leaving indents in the sofa while he fucks you deep, and jason's got your head turned, cheek pressed flat against the plush cushion, as he rocks his hips into your mouth back and forth; the sensations of both overwhelming you as you start to approach your third orgasm. it was always a game between them to see which one could put you over the edge first; which nipple pinch or brush against your clit made you start shedding tears and beg for a break. they'd argue about it for days after too, even going as far as to ask you who the victor was, and each time, you'd tell them it was both. the way they'd fold you like a pretzel, the feeling of them alternating between fucking and teasing you, the lockjaw you got after giving them head, their muscles underneath your fingernails as you dug into their skin, searching for something to ground you, and the tickle of their hair when they got really close to your neck. the way jason's cum was thicker and roy's load was heavier, but they both ended up inside you almost every night before you were cleaned off and showered with praise. you may not have known it a few months ago but you definitely knew it now; it would always be the both of them for you, and it would always be you for both of them.

[luvgoes]

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

PROTECTOR / PROTECTEE STARTERS

status: aceitando

@persainblu

❝ ── Dá pra ver que você tá louco pra se livrar dessa obrigação mesmo. ❞ A irritação com que Rosalind advertia Olran não chegava nem perto de tamanha preocupação que sentia toda vez que ele se machucava ou entrava em um conflito para defende-la. ❝ ── Eu vivi muito bem e muitos anos sem entrar em brigas toda vez, mas óbvio que não, você não curte a ideia de sei lá, fugir de combate como uma pessoa que preza por evitar sangrar até a morte. ❞ sangrar até a morte.

E quase como se para ilustrar, a compressa que Rosalind apertava contra o corte na lateral do corpo do lobisomem molhou a ponta de seus dedos, a sensação desconfortável ao toque lhe fez arregalar os olhos e descer o olhar para o ferimento, perdendo momentaneamente a dedicação de brigar com ele quando o cheio ocre impregnou seus sentidos. ❝ ── Inferno, Olran… ❞ Engoliu em seco, erguendo o pano e negando com a cabeça. Se ao menos ele só aprontasse uma dessas quando estivessem perto da cabana, com todos os seus recursos a mão, Rosalind não teria tanto com o que se preocupar. Porém no meio de uma floresta que mal conhecia, precisava se guiar pelas lembranças e cheiros que se atentou pelo caminho, e torcer para achar tudo que precisava para garantir ter sempre o que precisava para cuidar de Olran. E precisava de muito remédio para cuidar daquele Lobisomem implicante e brigão, porque qualquer um que olhasse feio ou ousasse deixar Rosalind desconfortável, ou, deus os ajudassem, arriscassem tentar a sorte de feri-la… Não viveriam muito tempo para se arrepender da decisão.

E embora não fosse nada corriqueiro que ele saísse como agora, ferido, o mínimo desgaste já fazia a bruxa se sentir culpada e responsável.

Nunca pediu por um guarda pessoal! Ele fazia por ser demasiado enxerido, e por culpa daquela bendita marca, mas ainda assim, Rosalind nunca dependeu de ninguém a cuidando e não pretendia começar agora.

Rosalind jogou a compressa fora, e improvisou uma nova ao rasgar um pedaço de sua anágua. Deveria servir agora, molhando com o resto de bálsamo de cor púrpura que tinha, levou o tecido macio sobre o ferimento, e a mão livre guiou a mão dele para que substituísse a sua. ❝ ── Aqui, segura aqui. Eu preciso fazer um remédio pra isso fechar mais rápido, e… ❞ Rosalind se interrompeu no meio da fala, franzindo o cenho para o sorriso descarado no rosto bonito. Não, ela não precisa. Ela não precisava de nada disso, e talvez nem de se desesperar todas as vezes. Só era mais forte que ela; não era justo que ele sentisse dor e sofresse por dias se recuperando por tentar defender ela. Novamente, ela nunca pediu isso.

❝ ── Vai se ferrar, Olran! Vou garantir que essa merda doa bastante pra ver se você aprende dessa vez! ❞ Ameaçou, e se levantou para cumprir sua missão de cuidar dele, já que a de o fazer sofrer, ela não teria coragem.

[reity]

🫂 hope you're okay

thank u its been a rough day🫂 i feel better now tho

[ahlite-a]

@advency​​ : “ just as sure as the sunlight keeps beaming on your eyes, i will always be waiting for you. “ hah. sol & lumi

Sol’s always been funnier than she is.

Waiting, as in passive, as in the opposite of searching, as in not - concerned - if - the - time - in - between - killed - her.  Waiting, as in I’ll be here, always, Lumi, you know that.  Waiting, as in let’s go home.

The sunlight in her eyes, as in, have you noticed that the Traveler seems so...empty these days?

Their brother is — their brother is.  Their brother is waiting, for as long as there’s light in Lumine’s eyes, but there isn’t, really, light in Lumine’s eyes, and there isn’t, really, anything to the word waiting.  Sol makes a cruel, stupid, ugly joke, whether it knows it or not, of the sort that would have once made Lumine crack one of those little smiles of the sort only their brother ever earned.  But now, Lumine is ———

But now Lumine dying, or already - dead - and - just - hasn’t - noticed, too long without his other half / identity schisms all at once, every second, and Sol has chosen something other than their sister, and Sol has chosen to wait for the corpse to rise, tricking itself into thinking there is light yet in the star - girl’s eyes.

But the fact of the matter is this : Sol’s right, really.  They’re not waiting, and Lumine has already been slaughtered, and that’s the end of a long, long story about two becoming less than even one.

“Go back to your Abyss handlers,” Lumine answers, voice soft and quieter than the corpses that Sol buries, eyes closed, so they could say they didn’t, instead of saying you took the light from eyes now fucking look at me long enough to see how much you’ve ruined me.  “Before I kill you, Sol.”

Instead of neither of us are coming back.

[luminousglimmer-a]

lumine doesn’t care for chocolate unless it’s mint chocolate. she’s a heathen ♥

[starscrys]

@poswiecenia sc ; " it's exactly as the books mention, i've grown too fondly of the stars to be fearful of the night.  worry not dear traveler, we will find the ripples of time that lead your brother astray."    peering into her calculated scry, the mage fidgets with a number of combinations in hopes of finding a clue for her friend.  " contrary to rumors,  celestia cannot hide from divine destiny."

[spiderlyla]

if you're down to do it.. can i request miguel giving reader cuddles or just some plain ol' loving after coming home from a long day at school?

uni's been kicking my ass with the 8am - 8pm schedules and coming home to a big hunky man who'll treat me like a princess is my only wish.. 😭

Tender—Miguel O'Hara

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ synopsis: miguel takes care of you after a long day.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ pairing: uni student!gn!reader × miguel o'hara.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ tags/cw: miguel uses alot of pet names because he's just soft and lovely around his lover, fluff :)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ lumi's note: hi anon! as a fellow uni student with a schedule from 8 am to 8 pm and in need of comfort as well, this resonated with me. Hope you enjoy!

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Relief, is exactly how you felt when the elevator finally stopped at your floor and you saw your apartment door.

Your state could only be described as completely and utterly spent. Your previously brushed, clean hair was now disheveled and a little damp from the rain. A black tote hung from your shoulder, threatening to spill its content all over the floor at any minute, while you held your laptop bag weakly over your other shoulder.

Your muscles felt sore, and you were sure you caught a cold from the rain pouring down onto your head during your walk back home. All you ever wanted right now, was your clean bed and your lover's warm embrace.

Your hands reached to ring the doorbell, too exhausted to even reach into your bag and look for the keys. Much to your delight, you didn't have to wait long for an answer.

The door opened, the arouma of spices and mouth-watering cooking instantly filling your nostrils, making your instant ramen-filled stomach rumble angrily. The apartment was dim, the comfortable orangish lights spilling out of the door onto the gloomy corridor where you stood. A faint melody was playing on your vinyl, something with a slow saxophone, jazz.

And at the door, there he stood.

Wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats, an apron saying 'kiss the cook' covering his bare chest. His soft, black curls were wet, some of the strands at the front dripping water onto your carpet. You kept getting whiffs of his minty aftershave, only to notice the small stubble he'd grown was now long gone, leaving a 5'oclock shadow to define his strong jaw.

"Oh, cariño, let me help you with those—" Before he could move, you pushed him inside, clumsily let the bags fall off your shoulders and threw yourself at him. He caught you without losing his balance, strong arms wrapping around your waist while his head rested on top of yours. You pushed yourself more onto him, he smelled of spices, and that earthy cologne he wears all the time, and he was warm. Extremly so.

"Baby, did you walk?" You mustered up the energy to talk yet when you opened your mouth, a muffled noise of confirmation erupted. "I told you I'd pick you up—You're going to catch a cold. Let's change, hm? " He frowned at you, out of concern more than anything, all while helping you to your shared bedroom, his arms never leaving your waist. He helped you sit down on the bed, then opened his side of the closet to grab you one of his large, long sleeved shirts. You managed to undress yourself and put on the shirt he gave you, it smelled of that flowery laundry detergent of yours mixed with Miguel's cologne. The solace it brought you made light headed, gosh, you could sleep for days.

"Oh—No, no sleep until you eat. You probably haven't eaten properly today." Came your lover's baritone voice. You whined queitly, sprawling yourself across the bed. "Mig, 'm tired, tommrow?" Your eyes closed, and when you didn't hear his disapproval, you assumed he just walked out.

Then you felt yourself get lifted off of the comfort of your matress, your tummy squished against his broad shoulder.

"No puedo dejarte, amor, tienes que comer algo." You groaned, it was no use arguing with him, and besides, he was doing you a favour carrying you, your legs felt sore from walking anyway. Miguel set you down on the couch, and said he'll be gone for just a moment, telling you to stay awake for him. [I can't let you, love, you have to eat something]

You heard a few noises coming from the kitchen, a string of spanish curse words and sounds of plates falling but never followed by a crash. Miguel had covered you with a blanket and you were cozying up to a pillow, trying to pretend it's him. He came back after a few minutes, his apron long discarded, with a glass bowl filled with red soup, neatly garnished with avocados, lettuce and radishs.

"I made Pozole." It smelled delicious, Miguel rarely cooked since he was so busy, but when he did, you were sure it was going to be the best thing you've ever put in your mouth. You couldn't tell him you didn't want to eat when he was practically pushing the plate your way. Your arms weakly moved from underneath the blanket, but Miguel tutted at you, tutted. He lifted the spoon to your mouth, silently offering to feed you.

You giggled, and that stoic, serious expression he wore was replaced by a gentle smile and a loving gaze. If his colleges could see him now, they wouldn't believe its the same man who bossed them around.

Within these walls, he was yours, completely and utterly, yours.

He was patient, feeding you bit by bit, eyes never leaving your face. You were too busy enjoying the delight of a dish he was feeding you to notice his soft gaze. "S'good, Mig, So good."

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it, mi sol." He paused, realising you'd devoured the plate queit quickly. "You want me to get you some more?"

"No, 'nough." You spread your arms towards him, and he chuckled, picking you up, all while you were still tangeled in your blanket, now heading back to your room. He set you down for good this time, letting you sleep on his side of the bed while he got on from the other side. His strong arms wrapped around your figure, engulfing you with a sense of absolute security. You cuddled up closer and closer to him, the tip of your nose bumping against the crook of his neck. Your breath fanned against his skin, your legs a tangeled mess. His hands ran up the shirt you wore to squeeze your sides comfortingly.

Miguel was never tender, he found himself being rather harsh and cold most often than not, but not with you, never with you.

"Such a hardworking pretty little thing, aren't you?" He hummed, lips pressing against your forehead. You had slipped into sleep as soon as you set your head on his chest, and Miguel couldn't only admire your exhausted, but beautiful face, the way your lips parted and eyes fluttered every now and then.

"And all mine, yeah?"

Miguel moved, blowing on a scented candle that was lighting up the room, and returned back to his previous position, arms unmoving as the two of you cozied up against each other. He was slipping into sleep, when he heard a queit murmur, no louder than a whisper.

"Mhm, all yours."

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★Conquering the Conqueror☆

I'M SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE-

Next>> First>>

REMINDER: Lumi is not Lumine. She is Y/n's alternate universe version.

Warnings: none

“You know, you kind of remind me of something.” Aether places a finger on his bottom lip.

“Dummy! Paimon knows they both look like the statues in Mondstadt!” the fairy yells at the boy. She smiles proudly and crosses her arms.

You and Lumi fall silent at that. She blinks twice, a clear symbol for, 'Should we tell him?' The moment you blinked back at her, the decision was made.

“So, Aether. You travel around different worlds right?” Lumi starts off casually.

He nods warily, having no recollection of telling her such things.

“Well then, you gotta have heard of different dimensions.”

Aether looks at you with a questioning arch of his brow. Nodding in support of your doppelganger friend, he brings his attention back to Lumi.

“I’m aware of the dimensions, although I have yet to travel between them. For now, I only travel from star to star.”

“Well, when I woke up in this world- the both of us” Lumi gestures her hands toward you. “We were called imposters and chased out. That’s when we realized that there was someone else that’s similar to us.”

Aether's eyes slightly widen but he beckons for Lumi to continue.

“So in our world, we're called Y/n, but it seems like our world has different dimensions. And the three of us were sent here…. do you get it?”

Aether nods while Paimon aggressively shakes her head.

“Wait, so you're telling Paimon that both you, and another person were sent here from a different world, from different dimensions? And everyone here thinks that you both are fakes?”

You suppress a smile as Lumi’s right eye twitches. She had repeated everything Lumi had said, as if the way Lumi had said it was as comprehensible as trying to understand a foreign language. In-game Paimon had a knack for repeating everything that was going on. You guess it wasn’t different for the Paimon here either.

“Yes. Thank you for summarizing my words.” Lumi commented dryly.

“No problem!” Paimon smiles, completely ignoring the passive aggressiveness of her words.

“So, the problem is that we are very similar to the god that’s worshiped here. Heck, we even might be the god. But the other Y/n got here first, and now everyone worships her.” you add.

“Then what’s the problem?” Aether questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well, she ordered for us to be killed off.” you say, crossing your arms. “Very rude of her I’d say.”

“K-killed?!” Paimon exclaimed, in her high-pitched voice.

“How come we hadn’t heard of this?” Aether complains.

“Maybe because Mondstadt was too busy with the storm terror issue,” Paimon concludes. 

 “Heh, I’m glad you weren't aware. If you did, our meeting would have turned out a lot differently,” Lumi mutters.

“Why does she want to kill you? Can’t you all work it out?” the male inquires.

“It could either be that she doesn’t have gold blood, so she wants to get rid of us, or she just doesn’t want the competition.”

"Gold blood signifies being a god or whatever." Lumi whispers to Paimon, who seemed to have lost track of the conversation.

“Wait a minute! Didn’t Dvalin say that the whole of Teyvat was oblivious to the obvious? Could he have meant that…?” Paimon squeaks.

“Could be, Dvalin said something about teaching somebody a lesson before he left,” you tell them.

Aether gasps. “Well, this means you could convince Venti! He seemed really worried before I left Mondstadt.”

“I don’t want to go back to the city of freedom for now. Let’s just focus on Liyue.” you say glumly, recalling your hostile welcome to the place.

The four of you continue your adventure in silence, each person having burning questions in their head.

....

You soon arrive near Wangshu Inn, trying to figure out how to attract the conjurer of demons.

“We have to make almond tofu first,” you comment as you eye Paimon yelling out Xiao’s name.

“You know how to make it?” Paimon smiles.

“Yes, we just need almonds and milk. And this isn’t for you, Paimon.”

“Awww… Maybe you could make a tiny portion for me on the side?” 

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? How about-” Paimon’s eyes widen. “Y/n, behind you!!!!”

You feel Aether pull you back as he pulls out his sword.

“You dare copy the face of the divine one?”

You didn’t need to even turn around to know who was there.

The conqueror of demons had arrived.

“Can we talk this out?” Lumi asks the Adeptus.

The jade spear glinted dangerously as he raised it, clearly aiming at her head. 

”Please we can explain ourselves! She has proof!” Lumi points at you.

Xiao runs his caramel eyes over you. You can literally feel the amount of disdain he sends your way with his icy glare.

“Okay then, show me,” he says, lowering his spear.

Lumi raises her eyebrows in shock, she hadn’t expected him to be convinced so easily.

You eye your finger, the one Albedo had pricked just a few days ago. It had a golden scab forming on it. You really didn’t want to mess with it. You halfheartedly raise your wounded hand, showing off the thin cut.

He scoffs. “That is your proof? I don’t believe it.” 

Annoyed with your obvious and last choice, you quickly pick at the scab reopening it, and erasing the effort your finger went through to repair its skin. 

The golden liquid which you called blood faithfully seeps out.

“Eeek! You actually have-!” Paimon squeals. Aether gasps and takes a step back.

You and Lumi keep your eyes on the Adeptus.

He was silent, for a moment, before he whispered, “I knew it.”

“You knew what?” you question.

“That the one I had once called my god was a fake. She had been so mad the first-”

“You what…?” Lumi asks.

“I knew she was a fake,” he repeats. “When I first met her, the first thing she told me was to leave and never come back. She said something about me 'ruining her pity'. I know that the real creator would never say such things.” he crosses his arms attempting to mask his hurt from the imposter's words.

The ‘creator’ was really digging her own grave. 

Lumi continues to question Xiao, but Aether drags you away.

“All right. What else have you been hiding from us?” he demandingly inquires, then he pulls out a slim bandage from his bag.

You smile. “I can run really fast. And it takes longer for me to get tired. Hillichurls and slimes don’t bother me, and rain doesn’t-”

“Hillichurls and slimes don’t bother you?!” Paimon floats around in excitement. “Can you get some of the meat they roast on those campfires? Paimon really wants to try tasting them.”

“I guess.” 

“Paimon, you realize the meat they cook might be flavorless. They don’t have salt or herbs.” Aether points out as he tends to your wounded finger. He earns a glare from the mini-floating thing.

“Meat is meat.” She states.

“Thank you,” you tell the traveler, and he responds by blushing slightly and looking away.

You feel Lumi tap your shoulder.

“Guess what?! No, let me tell you. I just got Xiao to join our side!!” She squeaks.

“Let me be clear, I serve her grace, and her grace only. I have yet to see your proof,” Xiao sneaks up behind you guys, earning another squeak from Lumi, only a more terrified one.

“Hmph, believe what you want to believe,” She mutters, rolling her eyes.

“So Lumi, whose next?” you ask the h/c haired girl.

“Xiangling.” Lumi quickly says.

You narrow your eyes. “You just want to have a taste of her food, don’t you? You’re no better than Paimon,” you accuse her. “...But, I’d be lying if I said that was a bad idea.”

“Well then, let’s go!” Lumi declares, with Paimon and Aether cheering along.

“Are you three dumb or stupid? We can’t let her grace walk into the public like this.” Xiao hisses.

The trio looks down in shame.

The Adeptus sighs. “Luckily I brought a cape. And I also got one for you as well,” he tells Lumi.

“When?” you ask. You hadn’t noticed him leave at all.

“I can teleport, your grace,” 

“Oh, that’s right,” you recall.

Xiao lays out the two black capes on the grassy field before them.

“Eww. No way am I going to put on that dusty piece of cloth.” Lumi complains.

“Then don’t.”

To be fair, the capes were severely worn down. There were holes and gaps in places that were not there when it was first worn. You could even see a hint of scarlet standing out on the dark fabric.

“I’ll wear it,” you say. It wasn’t that horrible, and what other option did you have?

“But what will you wear?” you ask your twin, choosing to ignore the way Xiao’s face slightly lit up when you chose to wear his cape.

“I doubt if this will help, but I grabbed this straw hat from some treasure hoarder back during my travels. It’s pretty big, so I think it will cover your face.” Aether suggests, rummaging through a bag, which you now guessed was his inventory. How else could he fit a hat in there? You gave yourself a mental note to ask him how he got that bag.

“Aha!” he exclaims, as he brought the yellow hat out.

“Thanks!” Lumi takes the hat and places it on top of her head. The fit was perfect- perfect as in it was big enough to cover her face completely. “The straw keeps on stabbing my forehead. And it smells of treasure hoarder sweat. But I’ll survive.” she comments.

“Geez, you’re pickier than Paimon,” Aether grumbles under his breath.

“Hey, I heard that!” The girl and the fairy yelled out.

In the end, the group decided to split up. One group was going to seek help from Xiangling, and the other was going to find Chongyun.

You ended up going with Xiao, since he refused to leave your side, and Lumi went with Aether and Paimon. You were kind of thankful to be able to travel with Xiao. Not only was he extremely attractive, but he could also teleport.

Speaking of teleporting, the only way you could describe it was as weird. You couldn’t see anything during the process, due to the light blinding your eyes, but, what felt weird was how your surroundings changed in a blink of an eye. The temperature changed slightly, the lighting changed, and even the elevation changed. All of it was enough to make you wobble and grab onto Xiao, feeling very disoriented, and he gratefully gave you his shoulder for support.

“Welcome to the Wangmin Restaurant, Adeptus Xiao!” A cheerful voice greeted. “Oh, and you also brought a friend!”

You eye your surroundings, and thankfully the restaurant was empty.

“I’d like to take your orders, but I have to take these dishes away first.”

You feel your cape gets tugged on, and you grab onto it tightly around your head in response.

“Guoba, get off the customer.” Xiangling scolds, but she couldn’t do anything at the moment. She was still holding the used platter. “I’m sorry about my friend, he usually acts calm. I guess he's taken a liking towards you.” 

You try to get the mini god off of you, but it was no use. The stubborn panda(?) was hugging onto your hood like if he were to let go, he would perish or something.

The creature let out some sort of sound. And for some reason you knew what he said.

“Welcome back, your grace.”

Your grip on your cape loosened as your mouth gaped in shock.

Had... Guoba just spoken?

So the reason for me being gone for a long time was because I had a test. Then I kinda lost motivation for writing. And then, I may have forgotten the existence of this account....

I am very very sorry.

Masterlist

I am planning on continuing this storyline, and please bear with me while I write this story... It's been a long time and I forgot most of it😢

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Love Language

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IT’S LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK!!!! MUST POST YURI!!!!!!!!! /hj

Anywayyyyyyyy— this is another one of my old fics that I just have not had the brain space to actually post. I have a lot of these and most of them are too self-indulgent for me to upload without cringing but hey!!!! That’s what the internet is for!!!!!

Bubble anon!!! Your fic is up next I'm so sorry I'm almost done

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Lumine acts like a stereotypical heroine. Feat. Ayaka being an utter sap.

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Sfw tickle fic!!!!!!!! Ler! Ayaka, Lee! Lumine. Romantic Ayalumi. Cringefail lesbians and cringe author.

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Lumine was not running away; Ayaka knew that. They were outnumbered, caught off guard, and already worn out. Lumine, chivalrous knight she was, had prioritized protecting her companion, and so she’d chosen the safer route of retreat rather than overexert themselves fighting the horde of Ruin Scouts. “A masterly retreat is in itself a victory,” after all. The traveler was as adroit as ever, and Ayaka had always admired her quick thinking.

The only problem was that sometimes Lumine thought too quickly, leading to embarrassing situations… like being carried to safety in Lumine’s arms.

Like the present, right now.

The fizzle of Electro around them was warm, and so was Lumine. Ayaka felt every drop and skip of her insides as she leaped and Ayaka thumped against her. Lumine’s heart was pounding with the effort, and her mouth was making a variety of cute noises.

Ayaka glanced up. Wow… she’d never seen her profile from this angle before. She had a… very traceable jaw. And oddly pinchable cheeks.

She buried her warming face in Lumine’s clothes.

Her Electro blasts propelling them step by step up the mountain, Lumine sprinted until her knees gave out with a winded puff. Ayaka rolled out of her arms and onto the grass, clutching at her chest. It was graceless, but at least she wasn’t Lumine, who leaned against a tree and wheezed out rough apologies.

“Close one—sorry—okay—yaka?” She collapsed beside the rescued princess with a dramatic sigh.

Even as she plucked a leaf out of her icy hair and the very bones of her face burned, Ayaka’s laugh was melodious. If not shamefully drunk.

“Aww, my savior, thank you for your selfless acts of service,” Ayaka said, a tease coloring her soothing voice. Lumine flushed to the edge of her scarf. The Shirasagi Himegimi was not someone to partake in banter often, but being with the Traveler was, well, freeing.

Recovering, Lumine coughed lightly. “Of course, milady,” she responded in kind, deepening her voice comically. “All in a day’s work.” She gave a wink at Ayaka that was more goofy than charming, but it warmed Ayaka’s heart all the same.

Languidly, Ayaka reclined against the grass. “You truly are a hero, and a very strong one at that.” Ayaka flicked open her fan and covered her face coyly, laughing at the dumbstruck, crimson expression that Lumine sported.

“W–Why thank you!” Lumine flexed her biceps like a superhero from some cliché (but lovable) manga. Ayaka burst into whole-hearted, entirely unbecoming giggles.

With Lumine still striking ridiculous poses, and her still riding on the high of mischief their little bit evoked, Ayaka spared no thought for hesitance when the need to touch caught her. Lumine was smirking ostentatiously, glancing away, arms still flexing above her head. Her defenses were wide open.

Ayaka snuck a finger under each of Lumine’s arms and stroked down.

Instantaneously, the Traveler screeched and squeezed into herself. Ayaka’s nails persisted, now with nowhere else to go. An ironic juxtaposition was Lumine’s high-pitched squeaking to her silly bass voice.

“AHAhAyahaKAHa!” Lumine wiggled like a caught fish. Her shiny, blushing cheeks curved tight against her crinkled eyelashes. “EheEE stahahahap ihihihit!”

Ayaka chuckled along, dazzled by her melon-shaped smile. “But Lumi! You’re so strong! I have faith that you can escape this.”

Lumine squealed as Ayaka hastened, falling to the ground and making an attempt to wriggle away. Her shoes scraped against the dirt. “AHAHA! But youhouHA—“ Her words were cut off by her own burbling. “Youhou’reHE strohOH- ohohong toohaEH!”

She devolved into rolling around on the grass in her desperation, forcing Ayaka, whose hands were still trapped, to chase after her. They ended up pretzeled, Lumine lying curled up on her side, her back to Ayaka’s knees. Snowdrift hands rested on her ribs while Lumine breathed heavily.

Her eyes quaked open. Liquid gold. “Where- Where did thahat come from?”

Pleased by the blush on the Traveler’s cheeks and even shoulders, Ayaka crooned, “Oh, Lumine-Lumine.” Lumine’s pink lips trembled, her blonde lashes quivering. “I was wondering how I could ever repay you for your deeds of goodwill. After much deliberation, I figured that sharing in a bit of fun would be most suitable.”

“Wahai— Wait,” Lumine gasped, wearing an apprehensive but beaming smile. “This is your way of saying thank you? Not that it’s bad, but— Ah! Ahayaka! Dohohon’t!”

Ayaka’s fingers ghosted over the exposed skin above Lumine’s ribcage. She cheeped and curled into a ball to hide her nose in her knees. Ayaka grinned at how she only pulled closer.

“But we’ve only just begun, dearest Lumi!” With a trill in her voice that made Lumine’s stomach squirm, Ayaka announced, “I will provide you with the full experience, if you wish.”

“Nonono!” Lumine squealed. Ayaka put more weight behind her touches, supplemented by the light skittering of her nails. Laughter glissandoed upward as Ayaka’s fingers traced her torso down to her hips. “EEHAhaha NOhohoahaHA!”

Lumine’s face was coated with pink that would put a sakura petal to shame. She curled her body around Ayaka’s knees and pressed her face into her legs, knuckles curling in the other’s skirt.

Ayaka squeezed the squirmy Traveler-shaped beam of starlight, pinched at her sides and hips, then scribbled over her stomach. Flailing, Lumine kicked like a toppled goat when Ayaka rubbed circles into her knees and thighs.

“HYAHAKEAHAHA!” Lumine yelled in a flustered mess of syllables. “AHAHAHEEAHA-AYAKAHA!! TAIHIHIHIOUHAHAOUT! TIHIHIHIHIMEAHA OUHOUTAHAHA!”

A gentle and benevolent noble amongst the people, Ayaka finally spared some mercy. She retracted her hands and rested them on Lumine’s head, beginning to comb through the short, fluffy locks. Lumine panted, giggly breaths still full of rapture. Her hands remained tangled in Ayaka’s skirts until she moved them to soothe the tingling in her skin.

“Sorry, Lumi,” Ayaka apologized sincerely, soft. “You’re too adorable to resist.”

Lumine giggled. “Stohohop. You’ll make me flustered again.”

Ayaka didn’t have a plan for what came after. Eyeing Lumine’s fingers, Ayaka anticipated her maybe seeking revenge, while an embarrassing heat swirled in her stomach. If not that, though, maybe they would continue to lie down and chat until the sun left the sky. Maybe they’d move on to the next quest once Lumine was fully rested up.

After a while, Ayaka noticed that Lumine’s heavy breaths had mellowed. Now they were steady and rhythmic. She looked down and found a blissfully sleeping Lumine, head pillowed in her arm.

Ayaka’s heart flipped. It has been a long day.

Tenderly, she arranged Lumine so she was sleeping comfortably on her lap. She brushed Lumine’s bangs out of her face idly. Her forehead exposed, Lumine appeared especially soft, even if her skin was scarred and baked with adventure.

The desire to touch was revived, but a softer touch this time. Ayaka moistened her lips, then shook her head. It felt like the natural progression for these events, but it was so bold…

Would Lumine approve? Did she want the same things as Ayaka? Did she long for intimate, corporeal affection the way she did?

But, she remembered Lumine’s easy, assuring smiles, her melting in Ayaka’s hands so casually, her resolve to visit the Kamisato Estate whenever she came to Inazuma without a care for who saw, and she decided not to heed her anxious thoughts. Leaning forward, Ayaka pressed a kiss to Lumine’s forehead, channeling all of her wishes and affection into the gesture. She smiled, feeling exceedingly cheesy, and couldn’t hold back her quiet giggle.

Lumine, Lumine… After everything the Traveler had been through, Ayaka only hoped she rested well.

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Ayaka’s so stressed over a forehead kiss my goodness.

Kiss meeeeee kiss me with your eeeeeyess closedddddd

[ivysangel]

jason getting turned on by you wearing anything in his color. lipstick? he’s making sure it’s off by the end of the night. nails? the scratches on his back will match their color. clothes? oh, honey, he’ll have to buy you more cause he ripped them all off :((

lumi don't do this to me...not during the holiday season, not when i wear red every day and he's not here to ravage me !!! sick sick sick !! (also this is so this post from @fic-over-cannon)

he'd never explicitly state that seeing you in red turns him on, or at least not initially. no, it would be days, weeks, months of him popping buttons, ripping tights, and scuffing shoes in fast attempts to get you naked before he admitted that you wearing his color gave him a raging hard-on. of course he didn't have to; you knew already. that's why you wore red clothing in a variety of shades on a daily basis, knowing which ones invoked which reactions. deep reds that could be mistaken for black in dim lighting for when you wanted him to keep you up for hours after a night out, bright reds when you were feeling juvenile and wanted to make him so horny he'd lose all inhibition. red ribbons in your hair when you wanted him to get a little rough, and red sweaters when you wanted to keep things soft. red tights when you wanted him to focus on your legs (knowing you'd have to cover up the marks with another pair of red tights, uh-oh), and red jewelry around your neck when you wanted something to show off next time you went out with your friends. yeah, he is the red hood, but he is also a man. and men aren't that hard to read, not when it comes to what's between their legs.

(lumi thank you for this, you actually singlehandedly just cured my writers block, also not proofread duhski)

[bakersimmer]

The BOLD THE FACTS tag by @helenofsimblr

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Thanks, @akitasimblr, for tagging me! 😊 Ana requested facts about Lumi Esteve-Miller

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate/ sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: has children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable  

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable/ agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured /uncultured /in between/ unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

I'm probably the last person to do this, so I have no idea who to tag 🙈

[ahlite-a]

It’s almost funny — that Lumine so rarely feels wounds, even severe ones, the sort that have Kokomi or Babara scolding, and yet this ache stings, sharp, when it’s merely PHANTOM.  She curls in on herself, arms wrapped around to grasp at the flesh stretched over their spine and across their back.  Teeth grit / it hurts it hurts / it hurts!!! / there’s no wounds were wings once were, but she feels mangled flesh nevertheless.  Softly, softly, sharp, “Hurts...”

[luminousglimmer-a]

[spiderlyla]

STARBOY

— (BOXER! WRIOTHESLY × POP STAR!GN! READER)

★ synopsis: you've captured his attention, that was for sure.

☆ tags: smitten wriothesley, indiciations of a one-night stand, modern au(?), a little bit of cursing.

★ lumi's note: apologies for any mistakes or if it feels wonky. Just got back to writing after the hiatus so I'm probably a bit rusty. Constructive feedback is allowed.

He couldn't remember what led to this.

Or, he does, very vividly, actually.

He remembers the flashing lights of cameras blinding his eyes, the throbbing in his head and the adrenaline still flowing through his veins. He remembers the faint sounds of cheering, the extremely excited announcer praising him over and over again and congratulating him for the win. He remembers his manager patting his back, her face expressionless, but her violet eyes betraying her true feelings of pride.

He remembers being escorted out of the boxing ring, being followed by eager interviewers who couldn't wait to ask him about his victory. He remembers his eyes skimming through the crowds of his fans, all chanting his name. He remembers his eyes glancing at the VIP seats, just to see if it's going to be that little dramatic actress that comes every now and then to cheer him on.

And of course, he remembers meeting those eyes for the first time.

The most gorgeous pair he'd ever seen, if he was being completely honest. You were staring right back at him, an equally gorgeous smile appearing on your face as soon as you realised he was looking right at you.

He remembers getting flustered, realising his nose was still bleeding, that his face was still a little bruised, and that he was a sweating mess while you were the absolute definition of glamour.

And yet, he paused and flashed you that signature, cocky grin of his. His entire team was telling him to move before the interviewers swarmed the hall leading to his changing room, but he was unmoving, and so were those journalists once they noticed why he stopped.

He stepped towards you and stopped just before the metal barrier between the two of you. His icy blue eyes never leave your own. He couldn't lie, you've enchanted him.

"Wriothesly."

You giggle, and fuck, is it the sweetest sound he's ever heard. "Nice to finally meet you, Wriothesly. I'm—"

"I know who you are, I'd be living under a rock if I didn't." His voice was hoarse, and he could feel his heartbeat race when you giggled again. How was this conversation making the adrenaline rush through his body more than the actual fight he just won?

You spread your arm to shake his hand. He stares at it for a moment before taking your much softer palm into his own bruised, scarred hand and pressing a kiss to it.

There was a roar from the crowd, and the cameras blinded the two of you. He remembers wanting to ask you if you'd be at the afterparty his team throws, but he didn't get the chance because he found himself being pulled towards the hall before he even got the chance.

Everything else was a blur, he doesn't even remember how he got to the venue, his brain completely elsewhere as people of his team and other celebrities who came to celebrate his win congratulated him.

He remembers not feeling very sociable that night, which was not in his nature, and it even warranted a few questions out of everyone around him, asking if he was well, if the injuries he sustained were affecting his mood.

He just played it off cool, saying with all those blows he got to his head over time, maybe this job really was catching up to him.

He knew it wasn't that, but he couldn't exactly tell them that his mind was so preoccupied with the thought of you that he couldn't bear to hold a conversation with anyone else.

He spent the first hour of the night sitting by the bar, chatting idly with a few of his friends in the industry, teasing his personal nurse scolded him for always being so reckless, making small talk with his legal advisor—who really had no idea how to do small talk despite being an incredibly well spoke man.

And just as he went to order his third drink of the night, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, so much so that he almost didn't feel it.

He didn't fully turn at first, only glancing back for a quick second, to see those eyes that have enamoured him in the crowds staring back at him.

"Do you usually sulk after winning a match that big?" You slip into the high chair next to him, your tone teasing yet your smile sweet and genuine. He laughs, taking a sip of his drink. "Not at all, no." He could feel the glass slipping through his fingers, palms sweating as he realised how close in proximity you were, your knee brushing against his own. He never got nervous, it was his brand to be suave. To be cool.

Just an exchange of words from you was enough to make 'The Duke of the Fortress' weak.

"But we have no one to blame for my state but you." You laugh, and his cheeks bloom with colour, yet his expression remains the same. Hazy eyes and a small grin. He doesn't want you to stop laughing, he was getting drunk off of the sound—and he can assure you, it had nothing to do with this goddamn Brandy he's been sipping on for the past few minutes.

"Me? What have could I have possibly done to dampen the mood of 'The Great Duke' ?" Hearing his title in the ring coming out of your mouth flustered him just in the slightest. "What have you not done? You haven't left my mind since I saw you."

You look away shyly, but the smile on your face indicates that you didn't dislike it. He wonders if you're always like this. Surely a star like yourself has heard so many compliments, surely you've been subjected to the flirty attitude of many fans or even co-workers that you've gotten used to this type of treatment.

Or did you like him just as much as he liked you?

"Hm, are you this flirty with everyone else?" His eyes were fixated on your lips, watching them purse around the rim of the glass you held, and he took a breath, the air escapes his lung in an alarming speed with every minute he spends next ti you.

What is happening to him?

He put his hand on his chest dramatically, gasping at your accusal. This was the third time he made you giggle that night. "Pardon? How could you make such an accusation?"

"Oh, I mean no offense, I was just wondering, your grace."

Something inside of him stirs, and he feels himself getting hot even though he sat directly under the air conditioner's shaft.

Wriothesley clears his through before speaking again, "Okay, I'll forgive you just this time." You roll your eyes at his teasing, and he notices, his grin getting wider. "But to answer your question, no, of course not. No one captures my attention easily."

Your blooming cheeks, the way your teeth press down on your lower lip to prevent a wide smile from spreading all prove one thing to Wriothesly.

You definitely liked him as much as he liked you.

It gets a little blurry from here again.

He vaugly remembers you spoke, for hours, it seemed. Your voice was so clear to him that it was almost like no one was in the room but the two of you. He remembers spotting a few people staring at the two of you as you laughed together, gossiping about the budding...situation that was developing.

He remembers you shared more drinks, he remembers how when you put a hand on his arm, his entire body tensed up. He remembers you pulling him to the dance floor, and him 'begrudgingly' agreeing, claiming he does not know how to dance. He remembers Cloranid's eye roll when she heard that, silently conveying to him that the facade he was putting on was not fooling anybody.

He remembers laughing so much at your dance moves that his stomach ached, he assumed being such a famous pop star would teach you a thing or two about dancing, but that didn't seem like the case with you. He remembers the crowd getting bigger on the dance floor at the start of a certain song, so much so that you had to squeeze against him. He remembers dancing with you till he couldn't feel his legs anymore, he remembers you asking him if he wanted to get out of here. He remembers saying yes, and he remembers intertwining his fingers with yours, leading you out of the crowd.

He doesn't remember what happened after that, he couldn't remember what led to this situation he was in.

He had no idea what to do about it either.

Because it was five in the morning, he was in a room he did not recognise, and he had the most famous singer in Teyvat all cuddled up against his chest.

He looks at your sleeping form, how perfect it was to have you next to him, how right it felt.

He should've probably called his manager, or heck, your manager. They were most definitely panicking about the whereabouts of the two of you, as evident by the presistent buzzing of both of your phones.

He should've woken you up, he should've done so many things.

But all he did was take another glance at you, before shutting off his phone, and pulling you closer to his body under the sheets.

He'll worry about it when he wakes up.

[aamaranthiine]

"Take me with you."

"For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you."

★ The Lady Amalthea. An independent and semi-selective roleplay blog of Peter S. Beagle's titular protagonist from The Last Unicorn. A blend of canon, personal interpretations and lovingly adored by Lumi. ★ Sporadic activity but always lurking on dash. Multi-verse and multi-ship. Adults only. Personals DNI. ★ Carrd.