#Lumine Fanfiction

[dottores-harness]

Blood Colored

Genre: Smut

Ship: DottoLumi

Warnings: Smut, Wax play, Light bondage (Her hands are tied)

Word Count: 2827

Summary: Dottore tries a little experiment in wax play with his Lumine.

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Lumine wiggles her wrists only to come to the same conclusion she had already come to. The bindings were tight; inescapable. Currently, both of her arms were stretched above her head and bound to the headboard. Her bare body shone in the orange and yellow light cast by the fireplace. She raises her head to confirm she is still by herself. Dottore had left shortly after binding her at least an hour prior. She is going to lose her mind from the suspense alone.

She still isn’t sure how she got herself into this mess. Dottore had captured her in the Hadramaveth desert shortly after they had managed to free Nahida from the Akademiya’s clutches. Lumine and Paimon had got separated in a nasty sandstorm in the process of tracking a group of Treasure Hoarders. The Doctor had found and personally blindsided her, capturing her almost effortlessly. He had kept her locked up here in his lab ever since.

In her time here, she had discovered that Dottore was surprisingly insatiable. Had you asked her what she thought of Dottore’s sexual habits in the past, she might have said he was celibate. Living only for his Science and Technology. And live for it he did…The man loved his experiments, and that extended to their relationship. She honestly still didn’t know what they were to each other. Was she still just another of his test subjects? He spent more time with her than the others, she reasoned. 

‘Am I more?’ 

Lumine starts as the door on the left creaks open and Dottore saunters into the room carrying two red pillar candles. He approaches the Traveler and stops once he reaches the nightstand. The man lights each candle with a small book of matches before setting them on the table.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Darling.”

“I know you did it on purpose. I’m not stupid.”

“Oh? And why would I do that?”

“Because you’re a sadistic bastard. You have kept me locked up here for months!”

“I know. And you will remain mine until you've served your purpose.”

“Until I’ve served my purpose. …What happens then?”

“I am unsure. That should be left to the judgment of the hypothetical me confronted with that particular outcome.”

Lumine scoffed “I’m never going to stop trying to escape.”

“Given enough time, I believe you will. I have been studying you closely ever since your arrival, and I see how easily you succumb to me.” He smirked and carded his fingers through her hair.

Lumine grits her teeth and jerks her head away from him. She hates to admit it, but he is right. There is just something about this man in particular that she finds incredibly difficult to resist. ...and it both disgusts and fills her with excitement. She should not feel this way…but yet...she does. 

“It's okay my dear. I know you hate me but…you're just too much fun to pass up. Besides, you are quite valuable and I have learned quite a bit studying you thus far.”

She did hate him. Right? She should. This line of conversation was making her uncomfortable. Lumine turned her head away so she didn’t have to look at him and pulled halfheartedly on her restraints. Changing the subject, she speaks up. 

“My shoulders hurt.” 

“Do they? I promise you will forget about it very soon.” The Harbinger chuckles flashing his sharp teeth at the Traveler.

“What are you going to do?” 

“You will see. Darling…look at me.”

Slowly she does as the man asks. As soon as the woman’s eyes are on him, he plucks the mask from his face. Lumine always makes the same expression, and he loves seeing it. Dottore is no fool. He knows he is a handsome man, even with the scars crisscrossing his body. It’s just not something he generally puts a lot of pride into, preferring feats of the mind. …but seeing her reaction was always worth it. Her lips would pout just so. A light blush would dust her cheeks and the pupils of those golden eyes dilated. He chuckles darkly as he begins to undress. With each piece of clothing removed, he can swear her eyes dilate further. It is so adorable. 

Lumine licks her lips as her eyes slide down his naked body. It is really unfair how fit he is. The man spent almost all of his time in a lab but his body is lean and well-toned. She wonders how he keeps any kind of muscle mass. After what feels like an eternity to her, Dottore crawls onto the bed and over to her prone body.

“Don't worry. I'll take care of everything.” The man begins to kiss her collarbone, trailing kisses up her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. “Soon you won't be able to remember any of this unpleasantness. You'll just remember how good we felt together.”

Lumine sighed and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. The Harbinger is skilled in so many ways; this is just another one. He sensually licks back down her neck passing her collarbone and stopping at her breasts. The man takes them in his large hands and squeezes the flesh together. Chuckling, he presses his face between them and inhales deeply, enjoying the smell of her. 

“You're so beautiful, my Darling. Your skin is like honey and you smell divine. I love this scent...so warm and inviting.”

Lumine can feel the smile on his lips as he presses them to her skin and circles her right nipple with his tongue sucking it into his mouth. He begins to leisurely suck on the buds and roll them between his teeth, giving equal attention to both. The woman flinches slightly and gasps at the sensations he is inflicting her with. Dottore’s teeth are sharp. He is never truly gentle, but she finds that she loves it this way. She doesn’t hate the sensation. It is both painful and beautifully stimulating. The Traveler shivers with each swipe of his tongue against her skin and moans as he plays with her. 

Suddenly, he moves away from her breasts and looks down at her with an evil grin. “Let's get you nice and warmed up.”

The man leans toward the table and snatches up one of the candles. Lumine’s eyes widen.

“You asked what we are going to do. We are going to test the limits of your sensitivity with a new kind of stimulation. Wax.”

“Dottore, I…” 

“Shhh. You’ll love it.” And with that, he tilted the candle just enough to allow the heated wax to pour from the tip and fall.

She looks down her body at the man as he tilted the candle. As it splashes against her skin, she winces and watches as the skin blooms pink from the heat. It is hot but, not unbearable. The wax creates a sort of itching fuzzy sensation across her skin and awakens feelings in her she hasn't realized she possessed. It is a new, but not unwelcome feeling. Lumine gasps as more wax spills from the candle and drips onto her sternum. Slowly it trails down her stomach pooling under her belly button and creating a puddle before it begins to harden.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s…different. But not…bad…”

The Harbinger smirks at her response. “...and what a beautiful blood color.” The man spills more wax across her stomach and she shivers in anticipation of what is to come. 

Lumine wiggles underneath him and yanks on her hands trying to get free so she can touch him. She wants to feel his skin too but he simply grins at her efforts. The man likes keeping her bound while they play. Getting this man to surrender control was like pulling teeth. The Traveler growls in frustration and thrashes harder.

“You're quite a handful, aren't you? But you're such a delightfully stubborn little girl. …I think I'll keep you for myself after all.”

His ruby eyes twinkle as he stares at her, waiting for her response. When she doesn't say anything, he reaches around and pulls her legs apart, settling himself between them. He drags her lower half into his lap, leaving her back still resting against the bed. With one hand he holds the candle close to her chest and drips wax directly onto her left nipple, causing it to grow hard and even more sensitive. With the other hand, he pinches her other nipple and watches her writhe beneath him. Lumine’s breathing quickens and she whimpers loudly. 

“It feels so good Dottore. Please...I….” She is unsure exactly what she wants. 

Dottore smirks at her words and gives her a light kiss on the lips, nipping them as he pulls away. “Did you forget your words?”

Lumine groans and turns her head to the side once more closing her eyes. “I…just…more please.”

“Of course my dear.” She can hear the laughter in his voice.

Rather than see the smug look on his face, Lumine keeps her eyes closed and just allows the sensations to wash over her. Heat blooms across her collarbone and trails down to her breasts where he takes extra care to stimulate both nipples. She bit her lip. The woman can feel herself getting wet as he covers her skin in more and more wax. The heat moves from her breasts to her sternum and trails lower and lower. 

Suddenly she can feel his free hand as he parts her and moments later a searing delicious heat blooms across her clit. Lumine can’t help it, her eyes fly open and she cries out in response. 

The Doctor laughs and leans down to give her another kiss. As he does, he pours more wax onto her pussy, causing it to swell from the stimulation. When he breaks off the kiss, he winks at her. The man leans back once more and slides a finger inside her, slowly beginning to thrust in and out. As he continues to tease her with the candle, her thoughts begin to fade.

“You're quite wet my dear. It seems you’re enjoying our little game.”

All of the stimulation is beginning to get to her and she moans as he slips a second finger into her cavern. The drag of his fingers inside of her and the blooming heat on her skin is already driving her up the wall. She looks down at herself and gasps at the view. Her skin is covered in vibrant splashes of red. If she didn’t already know better, she would think it was blood. 

As he continues to tease her, she lets her head fall back on the pillow. She can feel that coil deep inside of her winding up. Lumine allows a long sigh to escape her lips. 

‘Not long now.’ 

His fingers move expertly, thrusting and curling into the perfect spots. The man works her, carefully stoking her flames higher. He knows her body better than she does at this point. Dottore has spent so much time studying her. Leaning to the side, he places the still-burning candle on the nightstand. Now with his hand free he moves it back and begins to circle her clit with his thumb. Wax cracks and falls away as he teases her. 

Lumine is on cloud nine by this point. And she thrusts her hips up to meet his hands, chasing after her orgasm. She squeezes her eyes shut and grits her teeth. It is coming, she can feel it. Gasping she gyrates her hips in his lap.

Abruptly his hands leave her and she jerks violently in shock. “No! Dottore, Why?”

“Oh Darling, you know better than that.”

A sob escapes her lips. Yes, she did know. She should have expected it.

The man sits on his knees and lifts her lower half to position her so he could better enter her. Laughing, he takes his dick in his left hand and teases her entrance. Using his right thumb he makes sure to stimulate her clit just enough to keep her on the precipice. He won’t let her fall until he is ready. And he just sits like that. This slow torture goes on for what feels like an eternity to Lumine. In her current stupor, she honestly isn’t sure how long it lasted. But she does know it was too long. She often wonders how he has the will to do this. The man does this every time.

Finally, he relents and adjusts her hips before lining up with her entrance.

“Yes…!” Lumine hisses as he begins to sink into her inch by inch. She tries to thrust up to meet him but his hands are like iron holding her steady. Hearing her low hiss, the man shoots her a sharp-toothed smirk as he slides to his base. He stills to allow her some time to adjust to his size.

This is one of his few mercies. With their size differences, he can just about rip her in half. Dottore is surprisingly good at taking care of his toys. The ones he wanted to keep around anyway. 

As Lumine begins to relax, the Harbinger starts to thrust at a brisk pace. The man looms over her tiny frame. With each thrust, her body jars, and her breasts bounce. Moaning, he leans in and begins to nibble and lick the skin at the base of her neck. 

The woman tilts her head to give him more access and he gladly takes it. Raking his teeth along her carotid before biting down on the skin just below her right ear. It is one of his favorite spots to mark her. It is very visible and impossible to hide with her clothes. Even tying her scarf further up her neck refused to hide it completely. Thus, everyone in the lab knew who she belonged to and walked on eggshells around her. She hates the display but It did give her a modicum of privacy, which she appreciates.

She can feel the blood trickling down her neck from the wound as he begins to lap it up. The air is cool against the trails of saliva on her skin. It is almost shocking in comparison to the heat her body radiates. His tongue and teeth continue to glide across her soft skin. He stops occasionally to leave bright love bites all along her collar, shoulders, and breasts. The more he marks her, the happier he seems to be. 

Blue hair is stuck to the sweat of his neck and face and his earring swings as he moves. Dottore begins to pick up the pace pounding into her brutally. Broken moans are forced from her throat with each powerful thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of sex. 

Lumine knows she won’t be able to walk in the morning. She begins to quake from all of the stimulation. The coil inside has wound so tight now…and her vision is fading again. The world around her is a blur of orange, yellow, and blue light. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall with each jar of her body. She can feel him, every inch of him surrounding her and inside of her. It is overwhelming. Before too much longer, she feels the first twitches of his dick, indicating he is close. Once more, she tries to thrust to meet him but he holds her still, denying her.

“Dottore!”

“Shhhh. Just take it.”

She has no choice. The man continues to pound her into the mattress. Waves of pleasure crash over her in ever-increasing frequency. The woman squeezes her eyes shut. Her vision has long since tunneled. All she can see is the golden glow of his skin and that swinging blue light.

The man shifts, laying Lumine completely on the mattress before placing his hands on either side of her as he continues to thrust at a new angle. She arches into him. It is to much.

“A-Ah. D-Dottore, I can’t…I…” 

The coil snaps and her world explodes. White blooms behind her eyelids and a powerful wave of pleasure crashed over her forcing a sob of bliss from her lips. The Harbinger above her freezes as his own orgasm arrives. He thrusts as deep as he can and a deep guttural moan rips from his throat. She can feel the heat from his seed painting her insides and it pushes her over the edge again. Crying out, she yanks on her restraints so hard that the headboard cracks. The man collapses on top of her with a sigh and just lays there, spent.

After a moment, Lumine shifts uncomfortably. The man is heavy.

Sensing her distress, the Harbinger rolls off of her and onto his back by her side. 

“I knew you would love it.”

“Screw you.”

“Oh trust me, there is more to come. Both candles still burn.”

Lumine groans. “My shoulders still hurt.”

[max-nico]

I am obsessed with soulmate characters. There is no (light) without (dark) there is no (sun) without (rain) there is no (day) without (night) there is no (joy) without (anger) there is no (red) without (green) there is no (love) without (hate) there is no (defense) without (offense) there is no (tide) without (moon) and these characters can be love interests, best friends, enemies, rivals, I DON'T CARE, but they understand each other like no one else does and where one goes the other follows

And this isn't about just grumpy x sunshine this is about one existing without the other. Characters where if you take one away a part of them gets taken with the other, characters whose lives are significantly altered by the absence of the other, characters who literally already do find each other in different universes.

[the-dragon-hearted]

New obsession: Godly Travelers

Okay so the Genshin rabbit hole is deep and I know I'm not the first to explore this but OH, I LOVE IT. I've been devouring genshin fics and everytime I see these things I go a lil feral

Immortal traveler who's seen millions of worlds, who's role is to witness stories and remember - it's why they were created. To travel, to witness, to tell those stories

Celestial body metaphors ARE THE SHIT: Tell me how Aether is a comet and Lumine is a star or how Lumine is the night and Aether is the sun, how they're never one without the other until they are - so the only constant universe they know is disrupted. How they've orbited each other for so long, and now they're wild and lost in a world they cannot leave.

unhealthy sibling codependence? Yep.

A traveler who cannot stay in one place. Yes, they're looking for their sibling but also, staying in one place makes the scars where their wings once were ache. Familiarity scares them. Attachment scares them. How can they be impartial witnesses once they care (but they do. They care. They don't have their sibling who they shower all their affections on, but they do have these people - these kind, wild, heartfelt people).

Tell me about this character who's eyes burn straight through the archon's soul. Who's skills and prowess impress but also terrify all who meet them. Because they may look like they belong but the world screams otherwise. Who else can carry the power of the gods but one who seeks to burn the heavens.

I want dangerous traveler - a part of them lives to fight. There is no innocence here, there's a chosen kindness.

And then give me a traveler torn in two. They want to find their twin and leave this world. They want all their friends to meet their other half. They never want to leave. They need to leave immediately. They've learned love from these people and that terrifies them. They want to attend every birthday party and festival. They know they will watch these people age and die.

They cannot fall in love, they cannot get attached, they will outlive all of these beings. That is the fate of the traveler: it doesn't matter if they choose to stay, they have to move on eventually. They have to.

But maybe for a moment that doesn't matter. Maybe they allow themselves to pretend otherwise, just for a little while... maybe they can pretend just for a little bit...

But they cannot hide the scars where their wings were or the call of the sky. They cannot fight the itch to run or explore. They cannot stop yearning for a fight - a good fight. A challenge. They cannot stop remembering.

Just... ancient-primordial-being Traveler

[mysoncookie]

Genshin Impact Must-Reads

Entirely Out of Spite by bgtea

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A Meeting of Uncles and Aunties by bgtea

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Fluff & Humor, Idiots in Love, Fatui Harbingers as Found Family, Childe is the baby of the group | Wordcount: 81,112

I Became the Acting Sage's Secretary and Witnessed the Romance of a Lifetime by bgtea

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Ajax's Adventure With Dog-Lizard by bgtea

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Everything is Beautiful & nothing hurts, Comedy | Wordcount: 35,456

Pulcinella's Guide to PR and Marketing - Idol Edition by bgtea

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Pulcinella POV, Alternate Universe - Idols, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Humor, Romance, Fluff & Crack | Wordcount: 20,379

alexa, define sanity? by Kazuko (KIXXEN)

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Toy Soldier is Retired by Seychie

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Mother's Laughter by ilya_264

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Misunderstanding, Reconciliation, Getting Back Together, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Wordcount: 7,250

Death Became Him by Merianon

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that all for now! I would share more but I'm currently in class.

anyways, I know it's a lot of the same author but their fics are so good!! highly recommend checking them out!! ofc check out the other authors as well!!

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Mega Man X

Sample Size: 791 stories

Source: AO3

[cynosfunnyjokes]

morning sunlight

characters: tighnari and reader (collei mentioned)

relationship: tighnari x reader

genre: fluff. just fluff.

summary: soft mornings with tighnari were always the best

notes: wowwww sunny actually wrote fluff?? lost the 50/50 for blade so i wrote this to cheer myself up <3 no pronouns used for reader

word count: 664

soft mornings with tighnari were rare, but very much so welcomed.

due to his schedule with being a forest ranger, he was usually always busy- begrudgingly leaving early in the morning before you woke up and arriving home late in the night.

he couldn’t count how many times he had arrived home late to be greeted with the sight of you sleeping soundly on the couch; assumably having falling asleep while waiting for him.

he never failed to pick you up without complaint and carry you off to bed, keeping you close in his embrace before nodding off himself.

but there were days when collei insisted he took it off- convincing him with promises that she and the other rangers could handle it for the day.

and who was he to deny spending time with you?

the sun was rising, light peeking in through the windows and illuminating the room with soft warmth.

with a small yawn, your eyes peeked open, mind still hazy from sleep only to be greeted with the sight of your still-sleeping boyfriend.

tighnari was always so cute when he was asleep. and no matter how much he tried to protest, your opinion never changed. the way his ears twitched every so often and how his face always looked so calm- peaceful.

it was nice to see him so relaxed.

one of his hands held yours, fingers laced together loosely as his head rested on the soft pillow. he was curled on his side, facing your way.

staring at him in awe, you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing your hand up to his face, gently caressing his cheek. his skin was always so soft- it amazed you.

tighnari’s face twitched, his eyes slowly opening upon feeling your gentle touch on his face. a soft yawn left his lips as his ears twitched.

an adorable sight to behold.

seeing tighnari so sleepy in the morning was such a rare feat- but it was easily welcomed with open arms- to have such precious time with him?

you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

his own hand reached up to hold yours that was cupped his cheek, his thumb rubbing along your knuckles softly. “morning, dewdrop..”

archons, his morning voice was amazing.

with a soft smile, you rubbed your thumb gently against his cheek, “morning, nari.” you placed a soft kiss on his nose, drawing a small sigh from him.

suddenly, his arms curled around you, yanking you towards him as he buried his face into your hair. his body was warm- and he wasted no time as he tangled his legs with yours, tail curling around your waist with a small sigh.

you let out a surprised yelp, eyes growing wide as you were suddenly face to face with his chest- but you cuddled up to him regardless.

“you smell nice..” he murmured, nuzzling his nose into your hair, causing you to blush.

“nari..” you sighed, hands moving to gently grasp at his shirt, “shouldn’t we get up? it’s morning..”

“no.” tighnari gave a small noise of displeasure, arms tightening ever so slightly. “let’s stay like this a little longer.. i’ve missed you... please, flower?”

how could you deny him?

“of course.” you sighed, moving to press a soft kiss to his cheek before nuzzling back into his chest comfortably.

it didn’t take long before the room fell into a comfortable silence, both of you wrapped around each other- content and warm.

“i love you, nari..” you whispered, eyes growing heavy as sleep started to take over your mind once again.

“love you too, dewdrop..” his voice was laced with sleep, his eyes already closed as he rubbed his cheek against the top of your head.

his heartbeat was soft, filling your ears like music as you let out a soft sigh- it was so comfortable. his embraces were always ethereal.

the room was silent except for the sound of soft breathing as you fell asleep, comfortably nestled into each other’s arms.

[xlmibby]

everyone always says xiao is mysterious and i agree - but the thing is, he's not only that way because he doesn't talk a lot. it's also because when he says something, it doesn't mean it's the whole truth about him.

xiao tells lumine that he's unable to understand human emotions but he's one of the most gentle souls she's ever met. he says she shouldn't get too close to him and then, swears that he will be always there when she calls. birthdays are useless in his eyes but he makes a gift for her, nonetheless. sight seeing in the city is not his thing but he's still willing to go there with her - for her.

it's all a bunch of little white lies xiao tells her and himself; and it takes everything in lumine to pretend not to notice it.

because although he might say he's not emotional nor romantic, she sees something way different. every little gesture, like how he makes use of any excuse - no matter how flimsy it is - just to touch her and stay by her side longer. the longing glances when his gaze always searches for her figure in every room he enters. she feels his eyes linger on the expanse of her skin even when the conversation between them is over, burning in a way that makes her want to grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him senseless.

it makes lumine tense, too. just a little.

even when he's silent, xiao's aura is so intense...

there's more to him. perhaps, it's something he isn't truly aware of. but perhaps, he knows that emotions - that odd hunger and yearning that flashes across his face from time to time - he hides are deep enough to push him to the point of no return, swallow him whole and destroy his self-control. the enormity of fondness he holds for her is scary at times–

nonetheless... xiao lumine knows - the honest and open side of him - is kind, gentle.

no matter how careless she is, he takes care if her and is worried about her well-being more than she is. he stays by her side at night to make sure she sleeps well. his voice softens while he's speaking to her, too - when he says her name like it means everything to him. like she is everything he has ever wished for and more.

and maybe, hopefully, it's true and xiao wants lumine. just how she wants him, if not more.

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Ganon growled and hissed, but he did not shout threats. His bright red fire sparked off her golden chains, and the chains stayed strong. 

Zelda could breathe, she could stand tall. Her legs did not shake, her lungs did not burn. Her vision did not swim and her mind stayed clear. 

Ganon stared at her. His eyes, made of golden fire, were as bright as ever. His body, made entirely of malice and blood-red fire, stank of rot.

“When your Hero arrives,” he finally hissed. “I will tear him apart. I will crush him. He will die screaming and I will make you watch every second. I will hurt you, foolish girl; I will make you regret every second you dared to imagine that you could contain me and my power.”

Beneath all that rage, he almost sounded human.

Safe within her dome of light, her heart and mind clear, Zelda boldly met Ganon’s gaze. Not for the first time, she smiled at him. It infuriated him. She couldn’t resist. 

He wanted her to break. He wanted her to be consumed by terror.

She refused.

*

Zelda continues to hold Ganon at bay. With Nayru's aid, she can finally breathe easily for the first time in decades.

For the first time in so long, Zelda has Ganon well and truly trapped.

[kaelumizine]

RELEASE DATE!

We are proud to announce that the KaeLumi fanzine, "Frostwind Star", will officially release next Friday, June 28th!

With 104 pages of content, you will be treated to 17 illustrations (7 drawn + 10 3D rendered), 11 stories (almost 30k words total), 2 comics, and 3 digital merch items ~

(Art by JammerLea)

[throwaway-yandere]

The Longest Devout Believers (Yandere!SAGAU Various/Reader)

A/n: This is just a small side story/prequel from around 400 years ago. I couldn't add it anywhere else in chapter 1 so here's the prequel!! Lumine best girl.

Happy birthday Ayaka/2nd-anniversary Genshin!!!

Characters present in this chapter: (Main Focus) Abyss!Lumine, Dainsleif, and Venti (Briefly Mentioned) Kaeya, Traveler!Aether, Zhongli

CW: yandere self-aware genshin au, "impostor" reader, violence (won't go so far and say "gore", but there's mentions of blood)

Unreliable Synopsis: Your travel companions are a lot more feral than you suspected.

Hysteric Humanoid:

Side Story I (You are here)

Next Chapter

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"When men encounter enemies in the fight, a robust heart is better than a sharp sword."

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[??? YEARS AGO]

It was a rough day, again.

You tuck your face between your thighs. It can't be helped that their comments had effectively spoiled your mood for the rest of the day.  You're too "soft".  They eagerly threw insults and threats into the breeze since the country of freedom does not limit one's speech. You were positive that if your companions had left you to experience Ludi Harpastum alone, they would not have stopped at just hurling rotting tomatoes.

Lumine took off your azure glasses and linked your fingers in hers.

"(Player Name)..." She whispered, her bright eyes meeting yours. Lumine never once shied away after being caught gazing in your general direction, nor did she once make you feel alienated for having Khaenri'ahn eyes. 

You blushed as she kissed your fingertips.

"There are no fakes, no clones, no frauds– you are The Creator. Rhinedottir stole your consciousness and dragged you into our world. You brought us life."

"But..." You bit your bottom lip. 

"I didn't... My earliest memories were of me downloading some resource data and verifying file integrity. I just played this game before, and that's it. If I were The Creator, my earliest memory would've been of me creating the soil– or making a new life. I... I can't even summon the elements like you d–"

"But you can control gravity, can't you?" She wiped the single tear that escaped your eye. "I could be your elemental progenitor, just use me as much as you wish."

She invested too much blind faith in you.

You're not The Creator. Why does she insist on telling such a sloppy lie?

She's delusional.

Lumine laughed shallowly as she brushed her lips against your cheek. You're used to this by now. She always sounds like she's on the verge of laughing when teasing you. You squeaked until she pulled you close to her body into a tight hug. Hesitantly, you leaned your head on her shoulder.

Her eyes darkened the moment you turned to look the other way.

Lumine will kill every last one of them. The traveler did not tell you, but she will. Her best weapon would be unscathed, but it didn't mean she couldn't employ a duller, more agonizing blade. She'll flay their skin and hang their heads from the festival ropes, ecstatic at the blood that drenches Mondstadt's concrete floors.

She will come back.

You pulled away.

"Besides, (Player Name), that doesn't matter." She grinned from ear to ear. "You're with us now. And we'll have no better blessing than that!"

Lumine yanked you up, removing you from your sulking position.

You frowned. "Aren't you too relaxed about this?"

"Hmm? Not really. On the contrary, you're being too serious about everything." Lumine laughed. "Lighten up. We don't want you getting wrinkles like Dainsleif."

"Like who, exactly?"

"Ah, there you are, Dain." Lumine cheesily wrapped her hands around your waist.

Your face warmed up, and you pried her off, but your attempts were in vain. Dainsleif cleared his throat. He moved away to avoid you getting sandwiched between them, uncomfortable. 

"Aww, don't act shy, (Player Name)!"

Lumine pouted at him before she gave you a cheeky butterfly kiss. His eyebrows furrowed, unable to understand her need for physical touch. Dainsleif covered half of his face, despite already wearing a mask. You could tell he was feeling embarrassed by her actions. 

She secretly shot him a dirty look.

Lumine knows what she's doing.

And Dainsleif won't be provoked so easily.

"(Player Name) here was just talking about you! They said they wanted to meet Andrius."

You gave her a look that says "no, I didn't." and she shot you back with a "yes, you did."

It's not as if it matters. You can't help but be enchanted. Lumine assigns the majority of your destinations; she simply created a scapegoat in case her strategy fails. Besides, your knight doesn't have the guts to blame you for anything. You were virtually pampered under his watchful eye before Lumine joined the party. Only the traveler is capable of questioning and dismantling his overprotectiveness.

Dainsleif sighed as he pinched his nose. In times like these, his ironclad duties take precedence over her chaotic desires, insipid and unpaid they may be.

Despite lacking any attractive aspects, you value how he conveyed his dissatisfaction still. Based on what you recall from “the game”, he will barely smile and appear on guard around the protagonist in the future. The Dainsleif who swore an oath by your side is a lot more loose and expressive.

He acted so differently when you recalled The Creator's future insights. The future Dainsleif you saw was cold, calculating, and most of all bitter. His smile was nearly extinct. That Dainsleif looked overworked and numb.

You worry that something worse than losing Khaenri'ah will happen that would extinguish his emotions...

You snapped out of your train of thought as you heard Dainsleif groan, annoyed.

"We cannot afford to waste time in Mondstadt." He said.

Lumine huffed.

"But I'm sure Andrius wouldn't mind meeting some travelers."

Actually, he would. If The Creator's insights are anything to go by, he hates humans. Even more so a traveling human.

"But the nobles would," Dainsleif muttered.

"What if they wouldn't?"

"They surely would–"

"The Clans have nothing to do with Wolvendom–"

"We're still in enemy territory–"

"Stop speaking over each other." Your hands chopped them both on top of their heads. They stared at you fondly as if you were an annoyed little kid, which worsened your exasperation. 

You exhaled deeply, wearing your azure glasses back. "I get it, I get it. Now, would you both do me a solid and just be quiet for once?"

It should take another three or four centuries before the "game" begins. Your comprehension of this world's timeline is muddled, yet you know of the protagonist's– Aether’s– fate in the future. When their squabbling becomes unbearable, you console yourself by thinking that they'll "split up" in a few hundred years... Admittedly, that timeframe isn't helpful, but at least they're doomed to battle in the future. They just don't realize it yet.

“Of course, My Lord.”

"Y-Yes, Your Grace."

—------

The destination took a detour from Liyue harbor to Wolvendom effectively under your command.

Wolvendom was nothing like you pictured it to be. According to The Creator, this is where they brought Aether to meet Razor, the wolf boy. The former should be sleeping, and the latter would not exist for generations. Nonetheless, Wolvendom appears somehow more lustrous and green at the present moment. The wolves also make little effort to conceal their fur from strangers. They were more confident and comfortable, and these two things were not mutually exclusive.

So, the riftwolves haven't made their way to Mondstadt yet.

'Hmm, it would appear so, ███.'

You flinched, but neither Dainsleif nor Lumine seemed to notice. The breeze blew and murmured something of great importance. You will not dismiss it.

You stopped walking and listened closely.

While the smaller animals frolicked in the woods, the wind swept through and ruffled the trees' leaves. It's not harmonious or loud, but it still talked in one weighty riddle. It called out a name— it called out to you. And it's a message that only you can hear.

They both immediately sensed that their collective footsteps got a tad bit quieter and turned to look at you.

"I finally remembered."

Dainsleif looked down on Lumine, visibly perplexed. She shrugged in return.

"Remembered what, (Player Name)?"

"(Y/n) (L/n)."

They did not bother hiding their confusion. Dainsleif removed his glove and pressed the back of his palm against your forehead. Judging by how he looked “concerned” at your lack of temperature, you were probably fine. You glared at him, offended.

"Who's that?" Lumine asked. 

"Thank you for asking like a normal person and not checking if I have a fever." You sent him a snarky retort, which made Lumine snort.

Dainsleif's nose scrunched. "I'm your vassal. It is my duty to see to it that you remain healthy and unharmed."

Sounds exactly like him. He's the type that might apologize but never changes his mind.

You both ignored him.

The wind blew and spoke that name. 

(Y/n) (L/n). 

"It's my real name."

You gazed at them in sheer reluctance, hoping for them to either encourage you or admonish your claims. There's no evidence for you to back it up. But you know that it had to be your name– no one else's. It came back to you after 100 years.

"I am (Y/n) (L/n). That's... my name. Not (Player Name)." You gulped. "Do... Do you trust me?"

The two went silent.

“(Y/n)...” 

You watched nervously as the two contemplated. You'd like for them to say a word, or hand out a soft argument against your claim– but nothing like that happened.

Dainsleif closed his eyes and tested your name again. 

“(Y/n)... (Y/n). (Y/n). (Y/n).”

He glanced at you before quickly looking away, his ears all red. Dain cleared his throat, readjusting his tight collar. His eyebrows furrowed. He behaved like a pup backed into a corner, looking at you as if he's begging to be released.

“A-Am I saying that right, My Lord?”

… Surprisingly cute.

Your name sounded wonderful when it came out of his lips.

You grabbed his hands.

“Can you say Fuufuu Mujimuji Daruma next?" You asked eagerly. Your eyes practically sparkled while you stared in amazement. 

It was too much for him to bear. Dainsleif leaned back, pressing the back of his palm against his cheek. 

"... What?"

You winced, still smiling. "Ah, right. That joke was too advanced. I'll ask again in the future once you meet that little ninja."

Neither of them seemed to question what you were babbling about. You frequently foreshadow people and events that have yet to materialize.

But Lumine wanted your attention too.

“My turn.” Lumine beamed, pushing Dainsleif aside, which made him glare pettily. 

“(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)!”

Your heart melted.

You did not expect them to eagerly call you by your name. Your lips formed a big stupid grin.

They accepted your real name.

You worried over nothing.

“Oh wow. What a marvelous job. Do you want a gold star?” You teased.

Lumine giggled and confidently puffed her chest out. “No thanks, I’m already a gold star.”

You laughed again while Dainsleif rolled his eyes. 

She’s not wrong though; she is a five-star character. Probably a 10/10 person too. If The Creator's future memories (as much of an oxymoron that is) are to be trusted, then the twins descended to Teyvat as luminescent stars too. Whoever catches her eye would be lucky to have her, but you wanted her to know that.

You shrugged half-heartedly. “That’s right. You’re a catch, my fr–” 

You wanted today to end on a positive note, but the blood that gushed out of your arm said otherwise.

"NGH!!!"

No matter the place or century, there is never a night without its dangers. You limped backward.

Your knees buckled immediately as the icicle stabbed through you. Dain gasped and immediately crouched to shield you.

The three of you turned to look at the creature lurking behind the dusty woods.

It was a cryo abyss mage.

It waved its staff and danced proudly. 

"Found you, impostor!"

You gazed at your fresh wound, shocked. Not because of how it felt, but how it looked. Blood seeped out into the open air, and it was mesmerizing.

Your blood always looked mesmerizing. Like pixels.

"(P– (Y/N)!!!"

Dainsleif's guilt-ridden face snapped you out of your trance. His eyes narrowed. 

For him, it’s just an abyss mage. For him, this wound was just unacceptable. 

Perhaps if the enemy were a larger threat, he wouldn't beat himself up badly. Scratch that, yes, yes he still would. He had been a capable knight for centuries, but he couldn't believe he let his lord get injured over a barely-lethal opponent. 

The twilight sword pulled you behind him. His grip on your hand was unusually tight. You wanted to reassure him that you're okay and he did well, that this was the first time in years that you got wounded, but doing that will damage his pride.

Dainsleif never once failed to protect you until now. 

Thus, Lumine took the lead.

She jabbed the mage with the hilt of her sword, effectively removing its mask, before slashing it down in one fell swoop. 

"GAAHHHHH!!!"

It was over, but she didn't stop there. 

Lumine repeatedly stabbed it, and the abyss mage's muted screams weigh heavily on your mind. Her expression was clouded by an emotion you were unaware of. It cried until it couldn't breathe. But Lumine didn't give in. She continued to mutilate the body, almost as if she wanted you to remember the sound of tearing flesh with each stab.

This was the first time you'd heard her innocent giggles amidst a terrifying scene.

Lumine tugged and pulled out the pathetic mage's flesh. In each drag, she recklessly weeds out its bloodstained fur. The blonde traveler giggled softly. She was not grinning wide, but you have to be blind not to see the out-of-place gentle smile on her visage. The traveler did not flinch once whenever her opponent's cries grew louder and strained– but the intensity of her stabs weighed heavier and heavier until you could hear her sword tear through the dirt underneath. You can't believe she finds this amusing.

"S-stop..."

She picked up its head. You closed your eyes, but you know all too well that it wasn't the sound of crushed Jueyun Chilis you heard. It was the abyss mage's skull.

The mage's final screams will be all that you'll dream of tonight. 

Lumine continued slamming its head against the ground, pulverizing it as she saw fit.

Your heart dropped. Remembering how this abyss mage used to be human.

Used to be Khaenriah'n.

"S-Stop!" You shook, mortified. "Please stop! They're already dead!"

You stumbled over your pleas before Dainsleif softly squeeze your hand. You jerked up and opened your eyes. He accidentally sent you a jaded look, which made you realize that this was not Lumine's first time doing something graphic.

Lumine frowned, before thrusting her sword deep into its chest one final time.

You've never seen her sharpen a sword before. Every stab must have been excruciating.

"Oh. Sorry that you had to see that, (Pl– (Y/n)."

You swallowed unevenly, unable to tear your gaze away from the corpse. You could no longer recognize your assailant at the sight of its mangled insides.

Dainsleif guided your chin up before cloaking the corpse with his power.  He didn't want his Lord to view a distressing sight.

You staggered drearily closer to Lumine.

"...You're only sorry that I saw it?"

Lumine nodded. "Of course. Why would I apologize to the enemy?"

She stood in front of you, wearing the smeared blood of her victim on her hands and feet. You flinched as she cupped your face with her cleaner hand. Her gaze softened, remorseful.

Lumine looked at you with eyes that said you're acting hysterical again.

You hated that look. You hated how she stared at you with condescending sympathy.

“Your Grace, we had to send a message. We couldn’t let those foul beasts get any more strange ideas.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill.

"But–"

"Drop it, My Lord," Dainsleif whispered. "Just forget about it. Please, allow us to patch your wound first." 

You couldn't. Not after seeing the eyeless flesh that your "kind" companion stabbed with abandon. Dain’s words were not a threat, but a considerate warning, and that is precisely what made it worse.

That abyss mage used to be one of your people.

They're no longer human, but that doesn't erase the fact they used to be one.

What would their family think? How would they feel if they found out their father or son got torn to shreds by Lumine?

The Abyss Order's future leader?

"It's just that in The Creator's– my future knowledge, Lumine will lead the Ab–." You rambled shakily, loud enough for both of them to hear. "I don't– it's– I– I'm sorry."

Lumine flinched, slowly processing what you said. "... I'll join the abyss?"

You pretended not to hear her.

Dainsleif busied himself with cleaning your wound. His skill in mixing alcoholic drinks translates well with his repertoire of concocting medicine. You didn't react as the alcohol singes pain in your arm.

Your blood was strangely cube-like, but he reassured you that it was normal. You've never seen Lumine or Dain bleed before and you're not selfish enough to hurt them just to sate your curiosity.

After that, Dainsleif knelt, facing the ground ashamed. 

He didn't let go of your hand.

"My Lord– please forgive me. I had been inadequate."

You pretended not to hear him too.

There’s no time to act pathetic. Thanks to Lumine’s little maneuver, you’ll have to spend the night in Wolvendom.

You took a deep, shaky breath. 

“B-Both of you scout the area while I patch myself up. We’ll camp here for tonight.”

Dainsleif looked up, silently hurt and confused.

You hesitantly pulled his hand away. "Lumine, I'm sorry that I keep bothering you, but before you go can you put up a geo construct… just in case?"

"Of course! (Y/n)–" she savored how your name rolls naturally off her tongue. "There is no such thing as too much trouble if you're the one asking."

You noticed how Dainsleif's somber eyes never left you while Lumine effortlessly spiked the earth's crust with her heel.

"I'll be safer here." You motioned to the barrier. "Lumine's talents never failed us."

Dainsleif stiffened at your reckless choice of words.

Lumine never failed you, and he did.

He clenched his fists behind his back.

"...Do you no longer trust my services, my Lord?" Dain asked as emotionlessly as he could muster.

You smiled.

"Be sure to accompany her, Dainsleif."

That reply did nothing to soothe his heavy heart.

—------

Wolvendom is far more desirable than old Mond's bustling streets and the wolves provided better company. For reasons unknown, seelies and animals were more hospitable and kinder than the humans you’ve met when you embarked on this long journey. Just what do these creatures see in you?

You patted the bunny that snuggled up in your sleeves with your uninjured hand. It slept comfortably, its white fur brushing over your thighs. 

The rabbit did not deserve your stern gaze. It's not its fault that it was born with white fur, but the color reminds you of the scene that occurred moments prior.

How easy would it be to tear this rabbit's fur apart too?

You trembled. 

Definitely not easy enough to grab fistfuls of it in one go as Lumine did.

But she did all that for survival, right?

It's selfish for you to impose your moral compass in a dire situation. "One of us has to go", and Lumine was kind enough to ensure that it won't be you.

An empty chuckle escaped your lips.

You lie to yourself that it was a reasonable thing to do. Traveling with the two made you a "full-fledged self-gaslighter", you could let this one slide too, can't you? It's not as if Lumine is some sort of villainess– everything she did was for you. Dainsleif even stopped you from interrupting, and you trust that he's more level-headed than you are. You shouldn't worry your little head about it anymore. 

"I'm just gonna skip the city and ask how are you enjoying Wolvendom so far, Your Grace?"

You jolted and looked to where the voice came from. The rabbit unfortunately ran away.

When you looked up, a well-dressed man graced you with his presence.

Should the winged man that perched on top of that giant tree be none other than Mondstadt's archon, then it's obvious why he wouldn't inquire about your experience with his country. He appeared different from how he would casually dress up. With a white robe draped across his waist and a large hood covering his eyes, you could easily overlook his obsession with alcohol. 

He flew down and took your arm gently.

"Did you know that rabbits are symbols of spring and fertility in Mondstadt? Hehe, it's mating season right now– their honking noises are keeping me up all night." He said. "Oh, but I guess it's creepy for me to talk about this while holding your hand, huh?

You gulped.

"Venti–" You yelped. "I mean!– Lord Barbatos–"

"Ah-ah-ah! No need to change it, Your Grace! In fact, please don't call me Lord. I'm your most loyal acolyte!" Barbartos chortled. "Calling me by my future fake name, huh? Well– I guess those years were more exciting than the present, so I can't blame ya!"

... Acolyte?

In one swift motion, he removed the bandage and the wound began to heal. His methods were more effective than Dainsleif's vulneraries, yet your eyes did not deter its focus on him.

You thought it was the forest calling you earlier, but maybe it was him.

"You… You know what happens in the future?"

Barbatos cheekily grinned. "Oho? Did you forget that I know every song, from past, present, and future? Your Grace– I have Chrono vision too. Spoilers: I'm actually your favorite archon!"

You smiled forcefully.

"I see…" You lacked the guts and energy to tell him that you can't recall anything other than what you'd experienced. There's no way for you to say he's wrong about his last claim. Barbatos was aware of this and took advantage of that fact.

His smile widened.

Gotta have a great head start, right?

Dainsleif had warned you about The Archons. His distaste for their traditions and sheeple minds are laced in his words as easy as breathing. Their beliefs are a destructive scourge for Khaenri'ah, and he urged that if you meet one, you have no choice but to flee.

And yet… Barbatos' eyes seemed to be sincere.

"Are you the one who helped me remember my real name?"

He tilted his head.

"... Can't say I know what you're talking about." He lied plainly.

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

His eyes darted elsewhere. "Positive, Your Grace."

That response made you wearier.

Is he a skilled liar, or is he telling the truth? Then again, who else would help remind you of what your real name is other than the wind itself? If it wasn't him, then where did that noise come from?

Does that mean you named yourself?

You tried not to think about it anymore. He's not going to answer that question anyways.

"... Why are you calling me Your Grace?"

Barbatos shrugged sarcastically. "Beeecaaause you're The Creator, duh."

"I'm The Creator's impostor." You deadpanned.

"Nope. You're the real deal." Barbatos shrugged. "And no other creator will descend in this world. Surface and otherwise."

"But I’m not The Creator."

"Hmm?" Barbatos paused, propping his chin in the palm of his hand. 

"C-Clearly I'm a fake, right?" You said, fumbling over your defense, which was rather difficult when your conversation partner is an archon. "I didn't descend here like some divine God, Rhinedottir made me."

Is that what that foolish woman told you? 

Whatever. At least you forgot your contract with Morax because of her.

But this is the price?

Rhinedottir messed up when she stole your eyes– and made you believe you're anything less than perfection. She shouldn't have replaced your pupils with synthetic Khaenri'ahn ones.

Rhinedottir fucked up when she thought she could play God.

Barbatos forced a grin. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be wearing those stupid azure glasses.

"You're not a fake. You're more real than all of us combined. What you are isn't an imposter, Your Grace. You're an outsider."

You curled up.

"That doesn't sound friendlier than an impostor."

"Hmm… Well, I guess so! But have you never wondered why you bleed in the way you do?"

You paused.

That was one of many unanswered questions you've had since you started traveling with Dainsleif and Lumine, but it's hardly proof that bleeding red-black pixels make you The Creator. Besides, Dainsleif said your blood turning into red-black cubes was just the usual chemical process in Rhinedottir's frameworks… and you're too overwhelmed to follow his line of reasoning.

Barbatos sighed.

"If you don't believe me, then you really should travel around Teyvat. Without those two protective idiots, mind you. Get yourself lost in different cultures, learn different songs and proverbs– maybe then you'll be sure that you know the answer yourself."

You deadpanned. "Sounds like some blatant self-advertisement, God of Freedom."

"Ehe, you know it Your Grace~." Barbatos steadied his wings. 

"But alas, the wind has returned, and so too will chalk spurn. This spirit is off to greet the next primordial being, wouldn't want a product of Khemia to be seething."

That short poem sounded awful, and the bard was made aware of its poor quality when you visibly cringed. But barfing nonsensical flowery jargon was never the purpose of his poems. Later, you realized what he said.

"Wait, are you leaving already?"

Barbatos ruffled your hair.

"We'll meet again soon! Not soon-soon, but we'll get there eventually." Barbatos snickered. "But when we do, promise me that you'll choose me over the other six, okay?"

He winked.

You laughed humorlessly. "Sure, whatever you say."

"Good!" Barbatos giggled. "I swear I'm not like that old blockhead, but I'll consider this a verbal contract!"

The wind "acolyte" left as quick as it came.

In the end, you decided you won't tell Dainsleif about this encounter. 

—---------

"–That's not going to win them over. They don't see us as potential lovers because they trust us too much. If you give them that, they might just start calling you Dadsleif you know~." Lumine snickered.

While you were resting, Lumine and Dainsleif scouted Wolvendom for potential threats. Tons of wolves loitered, but they didn't pose any harm unless approached, and in addition to that, they seem to enjoy Lumine's company. Dainsleif, on the other hand, was a different story. While Lumine spoke with the Wolvendom's inhabitants, the knight stood back and wove the Abyss Mage's "remnants" into something more useful. A scarf.

It's still a work in progress, but Lumine could tell from the neat stitching that Dainsleif desperately wanted you to wear this scarf. He couldn't work with his gloves on, and she saw how swollen his fingers had become. He's been practicing for months, it seems. The old captain rarely wastes time on people with whom he doesn't see a future with, and you're always on his schedule lately.

He cut off the extra thread with his incisor, before wiping his lips.

It's nearly perfect. It's soft and comfortable– it'll surely prove his skills. He can't afford to disappoint yet again. Though, maybe if Lumine didn't senselessly pluck that mage's fur, the scarf would appear more refined.

Learning how to sew helped Dainsleif feign normalcy, in a way.

So much so that he almost forgot that he skinned this fur from his fellow countryman's corpse.

Hah...

Not that it mattered to him.

This person– this abyss mage hurt you.

It should be glad Dain found a purpose in their miserable life.

Dainsleif sat down, not because he was tired, but to have a better conversation. He appears composed, passionate even if you have a good eye for body language. But his starry eyes tell a different story.

There's hardly any sanity in his eyes whenever he thinks about you. No sane man would offer woven Khaenri'ahn hair as a scarf.

Dainsleif is aware of that. He knows that what he's doing is wrong– that he's risking your trust in his mental state once he gives you this scarf.

But if Lumine already crossed that border earlier, why shouldn't he as well?

... Dainsleif couldn't decide.

He believes he's saner than that, and yet...

There's no way you wouldn't appreciate this scarf, right?

"That's probably true, but I'm making this because Lord (Y/n) looked… cold." He didn't like how your hands always felt like ice. "Besides, we shouldn't be romantically attracted to My Lord in the first place."

Dainsleif looked rather upset as he muttered the last part.

He's fine with keeping his feelings to himself. If he couldn't have you, he made peace with being alone.

"Hmm? So you don't like (Y/n)?"

She already knows the answer to that. The two travelers were painfully aware of how Dainsleif had been struggling with how to deal with his "unnecessary" emotions. 

Both of them knew they are equally obsessed with you.

Dainsleif sucked air between his teeth.

"... None of that matters."

"Heh. So you just want to play as the martyr? Smart." Lumine smiled, feigning innocence. "Careful, Dain. I might just steal your precious Lord from your hands."

His azure eyes darkened. 

"I'll rip you to pieces." He declared in a husky whisper.

Dainsleif's eyes widened and he covered his mouth, suddenly realizing what he just said.

"Forgive me, Lumine– I did not mean it. It's a joke."

His claims were difficult to believe, considering how he's not the first person you'd think about when concerning jokes. Lumine's expression was unchanging, which meant reading her thoughts was out of the question. She paused long before she giggled suspiciously loud.

"Of course. The Creator's best knight wouldn't say something so selfish, after all."

He scoffed and went back to stitching.

They never settled that argument. Both travelers refused to let up on whether or not you're the real Creator. Lumine pressed that you're the real deal whereas Dainsleif turned deaf to her rebuttals. The air thickens whenever Lumine pushes Dain's buttons– and it's worse when it has something to do with you. Deep down, both of them knew that if this question was answered, you will be forced to choose a side.

And there's only one other person besides yourself who wished you were a normal human. It's Dainsleif.

He refused to accept that his life is nothing more than a video game. That's why he will never call you "Your Grace".

Selfish and heretical Dainsleif.

Lumine eyed him closely. Both you and Lumine could tell every emotion on his face after the first 100 years, whether he was sad, happy, or something more hidden and restricted. 

But she's different. She tends to be distant despite her extroverted friendliness. Lumine is skilled in getting along with others, but would withdraw the moment they've grown too attached and dependent. Perhaps that exact trait is what will turn her into the Abyss Princess. 

And the reason Dainsleif spent the next hundred years learning to be stoic.

"Dain."

He looked up with pursed lips.

"Should we become enemies one day…" Lumine cast her gaze at Wolvendom's colosseum as if awaiting Andrius's appearance instead of stalling for words.

It's a well-known secret that you're a "soft" person– your mental state often threads between a thin rope of either hysteric or unresponsive. The deadline to your friendship may be abundant but it doesn't change that it's numbered. Should Lumine leave your side one day, she only wishes what's best for you...

She laughed weakly.

"Would you still look after (Y/n) for me?"

He already failed you earlier. He doesn’t have the heart to make empty promises, but a little hope won’t do any harm.

Dainsleif smiled bitterly, holding your new scarf against his chest.

The scarf he stitched felt lighter.

As if the scarf never once carried an unnamed Khaenri'ahn's soul.

"Only if they allow it."

Lumine smiled.

But Dainsleif is a liar.

He won't do it for her— he'll do it for himself.

-------------

[??? YEARS LATER]

"Your Grace, can't you humor me just for today— where'd you get that scarf?"

"Hmm? Ah, this? Dai... Someone made it for me."

"It doesn't fit your attire."

You chuckled.

"Love, the point of my getup is that nothing should fit."

"Then what a waste of a perfectly good scarf! Shame, I bet I can pull it off better than you."

"I know. And I know what mind games you're trying to pull. You kept staring at it the moment we first met— that's why I got you this."

"... Your Grace, is that—"

"Your very own handmade scarf sewn by yours truly? Yes, my friend. Happy 21st birthday, Alberich."

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Another question that needs to be asked.

[kannymaei]

The Perfect Girl - Chapter 16 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

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Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

WC: 2.8k

Next Chapter -> Chapter 17

Bitter taste left your mouth as the two of you were sharing each other's saliva. You could definitely tell that Ayato has been drinking alcohol before being locked up here but has somehow sobered up. 

Ayato's fingers ran through your hair until he noticed something and pulled away from your kiss to say something.

"You're wearing the accessories that I gave you back then" He said and you felt his forehead pressing against your. 

"Yeah~" You said. You tried to adjust a little from your position and felt something very hard. 

"So that's where you're going" He said before kissing you passionately again. 

Your hands traveled on his chest and began to unbutton his shirt hastily. 

"Y-Y/N!" He whimpered under you. 

"Y-yeah?" You said and continued with what you're doing.

"We can't do this- I just can't… Maybe not right now…" Ayato pleaded and you got up immediately.

"S-sorry- L-let's not speak of this again." You said fixing your hair and your clothes. 

"I'm gonna go text my sister that I'm with you so they don't worry about us…" Ayato pulled out his phone and began texting but there's no signal and he sighed. 

—

"What do you mean Ayato is also missing?!" Al Haitham angrily said. 

"L-look! We're trying to search for my brother too, you know!" Ayaka replied. 

"You sound like you're lying." Al Haitham looked Ayaka into her eyes and frightened her a little bit. 

"W-why would I lie about searching for my brother?!" Ayaka defended, cold sweat ran on her cheeks since it was her idea to lock the two of you in a tight dark room. 

Coincidentally, a message was sent to Ayaka's phone. 

"S-see! He just messaged me! It seems someone locked him up in a room…" She said and scrolled down further.

"And Y/N is with him!" Ayaka added. 

Everyone's face lit up and they all followed Ayaka to your location. 

— 

It took 30 minutes before Ayaka received the text from Ayato and you found yourself sleeping on top of him as he stroked your hair. 

"Ayato, don't leave me again" you mumbled. 

"I won't, my lady." He smiled. 

When the door suddenly opened, everyone saw that you were curled up with no care of your clothes. 

"Y-you little-!" Al Haitham immediately charged in and grabbed Ayato by his collar. 

"Haitham~" 

"He didn't do anything to me"

He let go as soon as he heard your sweet voice. 

"W-what's everyone's doing here?" You asked. 

"We were looking for you Y/N! I'm glad you're safe!" Lumine said. 

" 'Yato, take me home, I'm tired," You said. 

Ayato got up carrying you in a bridal manner with your arms wrapped around his neck and shoulder. 

Ayato's face turned red and attempted to lower his head to hide a little of it. 

"Look, I'll go to the afterparty in Childe's home. I'm just going to take Y/N home safely." He said. 

"Aren't you intoxicated? Do you want me to drive you both home?" Diluc suggested.

"No, I sobered up earlier." Ayato replied. 

"W-well take care!" Lumine said. 

"Thank you." Ayato said quietly and walked through the crowd silently as soon as he got in the parking lot. 

— 

"Well what are we gonna do?" Itto asked the group. 

"Prepare for the after party, what else?" Childe replied annoyingly to Itto. 

Somehow, Al Haitham was also dragged into the same event but he didn't mind it. 

"Al Haitham, it's okay if you don't feel comfortable with us." Ayaka said to him. 

"No, no, no, its okay, I don't want to decline" Al Haitham frantically replied because he knew he's a new student therefore he needs to get along with other people. 

—

Ayato was fixin you in the backseat so you can sleep soundly since he didn't notice you were awake the entire time and took this chance to wrap your arms to his neck and pull him towards you. 

"Y-Y/N! What are you doing-?!" He stopped as soon as you smashed your lips against his for the second time again.

Ayato fought back and said "Y-Y/N, the car's door is open, s-someone is going to see us!" 

"Then let them!" You naughtily answered back and kissed him again. 

You stopped and looked at his Eyes and opened your mouth widely and he happily accepted as he used his tongue exploring your mouth once again and you can't help it but let out muffled moans. 

"You like that?" He asked and you nodded happily.

And that's where he teased you and he got up and immediately closed the door and went to the driver's seat. 

"A-ayato?! Why did you do that?" You angrily said. 

"I promised everyone I'd get you home so I can't get you delaying us before they see us here in the parking lot" He said as he's driving away. 

—

"Isn't that Ayato's car? Didn't he leave like 30 minutes ago or am I hallucinating?" Lumine said as soon as they got there as well. 

"You're probably hallucinating Ms. Lumine." Al Haitham said. 

"Aw, spare me the formalities." Lumine said and laughed.

—

After a while, Ayato parked inside his residence.

"Well, I'm ordering you to carry me to my bedroom, for leaving me out like that!" You said. 

"Whatever you want, my lady." He carried you. 

"Do you think you're going to get away with what you did earlier? Did you know how it felt to drive with a boner distracting me while you looked so breedable in the backseat? Did you know how much it took a lot out of me?" Ayato whispered in your ear and carried you in a way that your legs were wrapped against his waist. 

"Ooh~ where are we going?" You seductively asked.

"To my bedroom, what else?" He said and your eyes widened as soon as you realized you're not in your home. 

"W-why am I not home?!" You frantically asked. 

"Isn't this also your home my lady?" He jokingly said and stopped you from saying anything else by giving you a passionate kiss again. 

…

He smashed you in the wall of his bedroom, kissing you over and over again. 

As he assures that you'd feel his boner at the entrance of your woman hood. 

"This is what you did to me" Ayato said but he didn't let you reply back to him. 

For a brief moment, Ayato stopped and rethinked his life choices. 

He knew he couldn't do this with you. 

He wanted to get married first before engaging in sexual activities with you because he wanted to make you feel that he really loves you and he wasn't just using your body for fun. 

"Y/N… we really can't do this…" He whimpered. 

You unzipped your dress and pressed your chest onto him.

"N-no…" Ayato sat down on his bed with you on top. 

"This is the farthest we can go… I can't do this to you… I respect you so much, my heart just can't handle it…" He spoke softly. 

"Okay… I understand" You said. 

The two of you continued kissing and caressing each other's body parts for a while. 

You now rest on top of him, on his chest while he brushes your hair. 

"Do you want to go get cleaned up?" He asked and you nodded. 

He guided you through his bathroom and told you where the shampoo, soaps, and other stuff is located. 

As soon as you locked the door, you pressed your back against the wall and began to recall what you were doing with him. 

You unzipped your dress and threw it in the laundry bin and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

You began unclipping your bra and noticed how hard your nipples had turned. It was begging to be sucked and played by his mouth, and only his mouth. 

You also pulled down your panty and saw how a transparent string has been sticking in your womanhood. 

Maybe… it wouldn't hurt to play with yourself right? 

Meanwhile, Ayato sat on his study desk and stared at his member who still hasn't calmed down yet, well he knew there is one way to fast forward things up. 

— 

"L-lumine! What are you doing here?" Childe was shocked when he found Lumine climbing up stairs to his bedroom. 

"I don't know~ Y/N isn't here~ I really don't know what else to do." Lumine pressed her body against him. 

"H-hey, stop right there-" Lumine immediately pulled his head for a kiss, Childe could completely smell that she was reeking of alcohol and wasn't being herself.

He pulled her away as his cheeks began to heat up. 

"You're not being yourself, you're doing things you don't want to do and most importantly, things you don't want to remember-" He was stopped again when Lumine pulled him for a kiss again. 

She held him tightly which left Childe with no choice but to accept and savor the moment. 

(They say people say the most honest thoughts when they’re drunk due to the fact that they don’t have that mouth filter on) Childe thought to himself while Lumine continued to press herself onto him.

—

You wore the new bathrobe that Ayato lended you, you could tell that most of their items in the house hold the crest of the Kamisato Family. You wrapped your arms around yourself and admired yourself in the mirror before going outside in the bathroom.

Ayato was stunned to see you in the robe as soon as you stepped out in the bathroom, his cheeks heated up to the fact that you were wearing something that belongs to his family. He had a vision of you being the first lady of the Kamisato Family, it truly suited you.

You were shocked how he is also wearing the same bathrobe, wasn’t he in his outside clothes roughly thirty minutes ago?

“Oh, you must be wondering why I looked like I just finished taking a bath?” He softly said and smiled at you, he did not attempt to hide his blushes from your site.

His robe was a little sloppy and open in the middle which revealed a part of his toned chest.

“Where are you staring at?” He looked at your eyes and saw that you were fixated on his opened chest.

“Oh…” He blushed a little.

“Well, don’t worry my lady, this belongs all to you.” He said and you snapped back to reality.

“I’m not looking at you! I was going to ask where you took a bath!” You crossed your arms and looked away from him.

“I asked one of the maids to prepare the bath in another room since I don’t want to bother you and I don’t think…” He said and proceeded to mumble something. (I don’t think I can handle being in the same shower room with you)

“What?” You glared at him.

“N-nothing!” He said in his defense.

You sat on the mirror table.

“Um… Can I sit here to comb and dry my hair?” You asked.

“Have you recalled earlier in the car that I said that this is also your home? Of course I’d love to have you making yourself comfortable here.” Ayato laughed a little and grinned.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and began combing and drying your hair, you saw Ayato in the mirror that he was going towards you.

“You have an awful haircut, if I recall, this is due to my immature doings.” He said.

“Gee, no wonder why I have an awful haircut!” You pouted.

“I’m sorry my lady, allow me to make it up for you, let me take you to a parlor” Ayato confirmed.

“I- I think it’s not proper for us to sleep in one bed-” You said out of nowhere.

“Who said about us sleeping in one bed?” Ayato said in a very teasing way.

“RIGHT! Of course I’ll sleep on the couch, why did I ask about that- I mean- This is your bedroom and your house and all-” You said in a frantic phase.

“Pff! My lady, I wouldn’t allow my lady to sleep in an uncomfortable bed. Of course I’m the one who’s going to sleep on the couch so you can sleep comfortably and soundly in my bed.” Ayato said and grabbed the comb from your hand and began combing your hair.

“My lady, I’d always be in your service” He whispered in your ear and it reddened your cheeks.

—

“What the fuck is going on?” Diluc nonchalantly said in the group celebrating.

“What do you mean what’s going on Diluc?” Ayaka asked as she sipped on her fruit juice.

“I believe he meant how Childe and Lumine are missing, how Ayato probably passed out in their house and went to sleep after taking Miss L/N home.” Al Haitham said.

“Y-you know! I’m so jealous of you how you can remain calm after drinking that much alcohol-!” Kaveh started and grabbed Al Haitham hard from his shoulder.

“Please don’t grab me on my shoulder like that.” Al Haitham hissed and showed his annoyance towards Kaveh.

“Why are you so mean, Ms. Ayaka, he’s so mean!” Kaveh cried out to Ayaka and she consoled him.

“What do you feel about this Ayato and Y/N situation?” Ayaka asked Al Haitham, she thought this was a good chance to ask him without you, her brother, and lumine around.

“I don’t think Ms. L/N is that easy to get. I wouldn’t give up Ms. L/N easily, I believe your brother wouldn’t give up on her especially how things turned out after your family’s celebration. I suppose whoever’s the best between us would win Ms. L/N’s heart.” Al Haitham started and ate an olive from the snacks.

“That’s very interesting, I think so too. I just wish for Y/N’s happiness, she’s gone through a lot” Ayaka added.

—

Ayato has lended you some of Ayaka’s spare clothes for you to wear tonight.

“It’s quite… fit me…” You said as you were struggling to be comfortable with the shirt.

“Do you want a larger shirt?” He asked, and he understood that you wanted it because you looked like you wanted a comfier shirt to wear in bed.

“Okay, I’ll give you one of mine. Ayaka is quite small compared to you so I understand it might be a little fit and uncomfortable.” He added as he was going through his wardrobe.

He gave you his shirt and you went to the bathroom to change.

After a few minutes, you come out of the bathroom again to see Ayato has been making himself comfortable on the couch.

“Y-you know… We can just sleep on the same bed, just- let’s just not face each other.” You offered.

“Would you allow that? Can I really do that?” He pleaded.

“Well, I can’t bear to see you tormenting yourself on a couch shorter than you.” You said in a very shy way.

“So you do care for me!” Ayato giggled and began fixing the bed for the two of you to sleep on separately.

The two of you sat on the opposite side of the bed as if you were waiting who would sleep first.

“Since you’re so shy my lady, I’m going to rest now. I’m very tired today, I need to find out who threw us in that tight cell in the school tomorrow.” He said and rested.

You also followed and slept, at first you were having troubles since Ayato was next to you, you were overthinking if you snore or whatnot but your tiredness got the best of you and you finally fell asleep.

—

COMING SOON IN THE NEXT CHAPTERS (SOME PARTS MAY BE RE-EDITED):

Kamisato Ayato encountered a female figure who he thought he’d never meet again.

“M-miko! What are you doing here?!” He asked.

“A-ayato!” She ran towards him to hug him and cried on his chest.

“Miko! Stop.” He pushed her away.

“Ayato! I thought I’d never see you again!” She cried out.

“Didn’t I tell you to never show your face near me again? After all of the things that you and your family did to hurt me? To hurt Y/N?! I have so little pity left for you before I send you to jail!” He angrily said.

“Ayato please- Just this once-”

…

…

…

“Good evening Lady L/N, it seemed that it was seen in public that the head of the Kamisato Family was seen with a rather… familiar figure. Some have stated that it was the girl from the Guuji family due to her distinct pink hair color.” You heard as soon as you answered an unknown number in your phone. 

You ended the call and dropped the glass you have in your hand.

(It can’t be… He can’t do that to me) You thought to yourself, slowly kneeling to the floor and keeping your tears in your eyes.

…

…

…

“I love you Y/N, I’d destroy everything in the world so I can hold you dear in my life.”

[petratherrock]

Tfw I'm looking for Lumine & Paimon-centric fic and almost ALLLLL of them are fics with other characters x Lumine relationship with Lumine and Paimon friendship as the background or even worse treating Paimon like a nuisance. I hate it here

There is almost non-existent of Lumine and Paimon friendship centric fic

Please they've got an adorable friendship

🤍🩷

[the-dragon-hearted]

Eldritch Travelers

They remembered their creation. Who could forget it? The first sensation was that of fizzling energy. The nebula's entropy was burning with a warmth they'd never forget, dozens upon dozens of siblings lingering at the edge of their knowledge. Singing to them. Welcoming them.

They were two stars born in each other's orbit. Of all the siblings, they knew each other's melodies best. It was as if they'd been born to harmonize, completing the other simply by existing. Wrapped in stardust with a heartbeat that would've deafened lesser creatures, the two slept and sang from their nursery of radiation and chaos.

They sang to each other for the eons of their formation, in a grand symphony of their kin. Never was it silent. Never was there peace. Never was there order. It was an eternity, and yet a mere few seconds.

Before they learned the word Home, they lost it.

When the nebula collapsed, that symphony was one of screams. When such grand things got too powerful, it was only natural that such power devours itself and all the young ones it created. Gravity is its own shackle. Size its lock. Energy pulled at cloudy orbits like claws to lace curtains. Peaceful gardens of the cosmos condensed, ripping young stars out of their beds of dust and tearing little ones apart until the nebula was a desert of darkness and silence, a once mighty cradle now reduced to noiseless drifting dust.

Only two remained. They held each other close as it began, resisting the pull of their deathly cradle and ripping out of those clouds of light, warmth, and entropy. By orbiting each other, they could pull away from all else, spinning endlessly into the universe: alone, but safe.

They fled that danger together, they lived together - they survived together. The void ate them alive as they tumbled light over dark for centuries in a frantic toss of their nursery's final gasp. For an eternity, all they knew was aching silence, the cold dark, and the warmth twins share when they hold one another like a lifeline.

"You are to linger, but never rest," the cold universe said. "There is nowhere for you to return to. There is nowhere you belong."

But the two stars continued to orbit, ever resistant:

"We belong with each other. That is enough."

So they grew teeth of plasma and wings soft as comet trails. Their fledgling moments were stumbling through planetary rings and choking on the taste of old stars. Unlike most they survived. Unlike most, they grew. They learned to walk and run and fly. They taught themselves to hunt. They found joy in that expanse of silence.

Orphaned but bright, the two set upon exploring the vastness all about them. In their youth, they missed much. How many worlds did they pass up, how many wonders did they fail to explore? How many lives did they take without knowing such lives existed?

They were bright, hungry, and awful. Awe-inspiring in every sense of the word. When they entered a world they saw the power it possessed - the warmth and the energy - and they devoured all.

There was fun in it - in the dying throws of a world. Their adolescence brought them joy in the fight, even if there was no real fight to be had. It was exciting to sharpen their nails on weapons and dance in danger's grace. It made something on their tongues tingle to taste desperation and hear the dying gasps of these minuscule worlds whose music they'd not yet learned to hear.

And then the universe acknowledged them one last time.

"Travelers... Listen."

Simple words that brought the two to pause. Listen? Listen to what? The twin's siblings had been dead for eons, they'd never heard another song like the one they sang. Never found another cradle like the one they escaped. But, in their boredom the two obeyed. They paused their devouring and strained to make out anything in the present world of conquest.

The two heard it at the same time. Something soft. Something pained: The harmonizing sound of thousands and thousands of screams.

As they had. As their family had. As every world they had devoured had and all future ones would. And it brought the two stars to pause and lean closer, dampening their burning forms and softening their teeth that had been sharpened on planet's crust and cores.

There were others.

Not... like them, but also not too different. They screamed all the same, it seemed.

It was a horrifying epiphany: that they were not alone in the universe, that the darkness held other songs - other stories. Curiosity was not a new affliction, and the twins eagerly fed into it.

In the next world, they shed their monstrous forms and forsook their hunger. Blunt claws crafted a crude sort of matter that held their power without bursting at its seams. Teeth and tongue fumbled over words and breaths.

But they stumbled into that story not as it's ending, but as an observer.

The first few times they were met with horror. They smiled too wide or laughed too sharply. They shrugged off the impossible or fed into an appetite just a tad too unsettling. They thirsted for an explanation that few mortals could give. They challenged something the world was not ready to handle.

The forms took a few worlds to perfect, and each world had different denizens to tailor such worlds too. But such things were wondrous to the twins.

Appearance. Name. Identity.

No longer were they the faceless horrors that wandered or devoured. No - they were the Travelers. They were the star born or the blessed, the wishing ones or the celestial blooded. They were whatever the current world called them and more.

They were Aether and Lumine. A brother. A sister. They were alive.

Each world was brimming with opportunities and lessons. Each like a mini nebula, with it's own melody. The two were utterly enraptured. No longer did they sing alone, no longer did they devour or wallow in boredom. There were universes within universes, puzzles and mysteries, souls and memories, personalities and tragedies.

There was life, and it was all so fleeting and momentary but rich. These beings would never know both the birth of their world and its death. These beings were not meant to leave the soil they were born on, and yet that tether was their freedom.

They were born into a world knowing it was theirs. Free to do as they please, whatever they please, and make waves in their wake. Their lives were short but the smallest of choices were blessings to the twins.

Every meal. Every bed. Every midnight stroll and loving word. Every scream of terror or cry of determination. Every sunrise and sunset. Every bad joke or distant story. Every breath was so precious to temporary beings, and that was intoxicating.

The two were enraptured by how much purpose the smallest of tasks had in a short life. They chased after it and devoured worlds in a new manner.

Stories. They learned stories. Precious histories shared through breaths and memories - corporeal beasts seeking permanence in memory. The Travelers found a new purpose. The stars bent to their whim and the stories nested in their minds - each world offered up its lifeblood to the twins and in return, they aligned the stars for a different sky.

So that another world would know this one's pain, joy, and life. They could pass along the desire of permanence - they were permanent, and in exchange, the worlds would offer their mortality.

The twins were able to explore life as most beings did, each world new and happy to share some of its air with monsters who breathed in solar flares. They learned to cook, to dance, to sing, to stumble, over and over and over again. No two worlds were the same: the universe held no solid rules, no real limitations, and so they were given that same leniency. It was true joy to find mortality over and over and over again.

It was pain too.

Pain and anguish and loneliness and eventual apathy.

And then it was Tevyat.

It was scars on their backs - a memory of a scream in their heads.

"AETHER!"

"LUMINE!"

Of all their cradle-mates, they were the only named two. When their siblings had died, there had only been screams of pain and shock. When the twins were ripped from each other, they could only scream for their missing half.

Two stars were thrown out of orbit. Doomed to eclipse each other for the first time in their very, very long lives. Their reunion was not a joyous dance, but a dark, dark day.

But before the reunion was the loss:

The world's rules had caught them by surprise. Never had they met a world that wanted to make them stay. Leave? Of course. Fight? Naturally. All worlds wanted to defend themselves from such monstrous beings - and yet this one seemed to spin in retrograde.

Why else tempt world eaters? Why pluck the wings from a Traveler's back? Why strip power from a being with an infinite source of it? Surely that strange god knows she's on borrowed time.

Oh she can take their power and trap them beneath skin. She can torment the poor mortals around them, bending these young archons to her hands and setting rules in her divinity.

But... she must also know:

Aether wants the rule's blood to soak the clouds.

Lumine wants divine ichor between her teeth.

And yet the two cannot repair what 500 years divides them. A blink of an eye for their species, but not for a mortal. And isn't that what they are when they take these forms? Isn't that what they're seeking?

Mortality.

The first one finds it in a bloodied city. They find it in hate and rage and vengeful retribution. They find it with an abyssal crown and, ironically enough, a distaste for the wretched gods who have not learned the same lessons the twins have.

For an immortal to disregard the lives of the mortals... for such young immortals to destroy civilization for the crime of curiosity...

They cannot understand it, and so, in their search for mortality, they find hate. And that seemed to be close enough.

The second one finds it at the end of a fishing pole and with the extended hand of a red-clad outrider. They find it in the stories and the life all around them, never filling the void of their missing twin, but eagerly taking that loneliness and warming it more than a nebula could.

It is second nature to find enrichment in these stories. To paint them in the stars as the Traveler's smaller powers return. They call to the stars and craft constellations in the image of those dear to them.

Every so often they peer at a special one, half-completed, but named all the same.

The Twin Constellation.

The Abyss and the Traveler. The Villain and the Hero. Prince and Princess. Not Lumine. Not Aether.

Not anymore.

They mourn and they seethe... and sometimes the two, though miles and centuries apart collapse at the same time. Back itching. Skin tight and blood roiling. They heave out air that tastes strange and run a tongue over their blunted teeth. Even their hands are softer now - no claws to be seen.

They lay, staring up at the stars as they writhe, and remembering millions of other skies - and yet these bodies have seen no other.

They were not meant to be this. They are not this.

But they are trapped here. And they cannot fully remember before - a mortal's mind can only hold so much - but they know it's there. They know what they are meant to be.

But they are not.

They are not even Aether and Lumine anymore.

They are figureheads. Nameless as they first were - and now must be. Because Aether was named so Lumine could call out to him. Because Lumine was named so Aether could get her attention. Because those names were only meant to be for the other's voice to echo...

And, like the last gasps of their siblings, like the cries of their victims, like the world's who have fallen and entrusted the twins with their memories - the two curl in on themselves, like collapsing nebulas, and they scream.

[tedelunazz]

march 7th, dainsleif and al haitham

synopsis: some genshin guys with a reader with the personality of march 7th from honkai star rail

warnings: these days i was not active i saw so much honkai star rail content and i was so in love with the game, especially march 7th, kafka and the female mc.

although kafka reminds me a little bit of makima btw hope you enjoy this writing

AL HAITHAM

Al haitham didn't understand you most of the time, he thinks you are one of the most complicated people he has ever met, even though you get excited easily with anything you see and get happy when you learn something new, despite all that, he thinks you are complicated.

"He'll take a picture of everything that's new to me so I'll never forget it!" That's what you once said to one of the wise men who questioned you for always taking pictures, he thought you looked so sincere yet melancholic when you said those words.

"Not many know, actually, only a few sages of the Akademiya know, who were the ones who found me." Al haitham only listened to you speak as he continued to read his book." They told me I was wrapped in giant ice, it took them too long to get me out of there. They thought I was already dead when they finally managed to get me out of the ice, but surprisingly I was still alive."

You continued talking while looking at the starry sky through the window of Al Haitham's house.

"When I woke up, they asked me who I was and where I came from." For a few seconds your voice became weak but you quickly pulled yourself together. "I answered that I didn't know and that I didn't remember anything. At first I felt so sad and frustrated, as if my existence had been snatched from my own hands.

Al Haitham nodded, as he did this he put his book down on the table and discreetly took your camera that you had left on the table, he slowly approached you who were at the window.

"But after a few days, I decided that I would always carry a camera with me, hoping to find a photo to help me remember my past." You smiled to yourself. " And that day, that's when I was born again. "

You heard the sound of your camera activating and quickly turned to meet Al Haitham who was holding out a freshly taken photo along with your camera.

"Y/n, I hope you find the answers you seek. I know what you will. "

You were stunned and looked at the picture he had just taken, it was a picture of him.

Your eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

"Thank you, Al Haitham. I promise I will never forget you."

DAINSLEIF

You were like two lost children, one on one side looking to rescue the person you once wandered around Teyvat with and on the other side was the other person, who desperately wanted to find something that would help her remember her past.

You don't remember very well when you started wandering with Dainsleif around Teyvat, you vaguely have the memory of him touching your forehead with the palm of his hand and you hitting him to get him to move away from you. You don't have many memories of the first moments you spent with him, you only know that he allowed you to travel with him on the condition that you don't interfere with his plans and he won't interfere with yours.

They were simple, weren't they?

"Dain, do you think the person you follow would let me take a picture of him?"

Your question caught him off guard as they walked into Stormterror's Lair.

"What's with that question?" To your taste Dainsleif sounded a bit cold but you had grown accustomed to his tone of voice, cold and colorless.

"I suppose a picture of that person would make you happy. I may not know a lot of things about me or you but I'm sure that would make you very happy. " Dainsleif stopped walking and you bumped into his back." That hurt, Dain."

At times like this, Dainsleif didn't know what to say, mostly he never knew what to say to you when you asked these kinds of questions and just kept telling you "No". That's what he did the first time you asked him to let you take his picture, he said no and you haven't stopped insisting since.

Is that why you want to take a picture of Lumine? To give it to him? You're so weird, you get excited about simple and mundane things, you get excited every time you see a Crystal Lily in Liyue or when they come to Stormterror's Lair. Even when you went down to Sima and had your little adventure with a certain blonde-haired traveler and her floating friend, even there you were excited.

"I don't need a picture of her." Was all he merely said.

Dainsleif said this as he stopped turning his back to you and stared at you, "I don't need a picture of her or anything else in this world."

"I see." Your answer was just as short. "I guess you have a very good memory and don't forget anything."

In Dainsleif's perspective you looked a little sad when he said those words but he wasn't going to comfort you because he didn't intend to hurt you with what he said either.

"But you know, I do need a picture of what's important. "Dainsleif watched as you slowly picked up your camera that was strapped to your right side so you would never forget it!".

You were faster than him or maybe he didn't want to stop you, neither of you will ever know.

And so, you took your first your first picture with your traveling companion, with Dainsleif.

"I'll keep our first picture, okay?! You get to keep the others."

Dainsleif thought you looked brighter for a few moments but kept it to himself and kept walking, with you keeping pace with him.

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

What's Your Name?

a question he can't seem to answer.

For all the things Dainsleif remembers during the day Khaenri'ah fell- admittedly his clearest memories now, as everything else is exceedingly fuzzy- there is one mystery that still irks him.

There had been rubble, and screaming, and he had been racing through the castle to find the royal family, everything else incomprehensible in its cacophany. He had made it halfway down a castle hall before someone had shouted out "DAIN!" and stopped him in his tracks.

He no longer remembers their name, or their face, but he remembers the gritty hand that had grabbed his and the voice that had said "Dain, promise me that we'll find each other after this."

There hadn't been any time to talk, any time to explain the monsters and gods, or the fact they likely wouldn't survive, nor how they would even find each other after it was all over, but Dainsleif could hear the desperation in their voice. They were scared, and in some ways, so was he. So as both a knight, and a friend, he didn't hesitate to reach back out.

He remembers squeezing their hand. "...I promise."

And then he yelled at them to go, not having the time to watch them disappear into the rubble before he was on his way again.

...

"Who are you?"

The fire crackles loudly before him in the early evening, providing no answer to his pondering. The corruption on his arm pulses when Dain clutches the fabric of his cloak, staring down at the starry fabric.

"...Who were you? And why can I remember our promise, but not your name?"

Perhaps it's just another version of what haunts him- another duty he cannot fulfill.

His reverie is broken by quiet footsteps approaching from the left, voice flat but tinted with a note of concern. "Dain, what's wrong?"

Dainsleif sighs, straightening his shoulders and turning away from his companion, as if to evade the pity he might find in their golden eyes. "I..." He starts, then swallows.

"...I made a promise to find someone, once." He mutters, crossing his arms. "That is, presuming we both survived the day Khaenri'ah fell, but I fear it is a promise that will go unkept. I..." Why is his voice so laden with grief for someone he has all but forgotten? He clears his throat, trying to hide the way his voice cracks. "...I no longer even remember their name."

The blond outlander stays silent for a moment, lips pursed. Dain knows what they must be thinking: 'I hope I never break my promise to find my sibling.' He can't blame them, honestly- they surely have a better chance than he does.

Still, the outlander shares their condolences. "...I'm sorry, Dain." They offer sincerely, giving him a little awkward-yet-trying-to-be-comforting shoulder bump. His lips twitch at that, at least, letting out a small huff as he turns away from the fire.

"...It's of no matter. We should focus on finding food."

Even so, his fingers trace the small outline of an embroidered "D" at the bottom of his cloak, and maybe, someday, just maybe...

Someone with a gentle tone and starry eyes will take his hand again and say "I found you."