#lumine fluff

[taintedtort]

prompt ✧ being clingy with them

characters ✧ lumine, beidou, albedo, wanderer

warnings ✧ gn!reader, petname (honey) in lumines part

a/n ✧ here you are 🦊 anon ! these are kinda short cus i took an edible right before writing, might redo later.. sorry!!!

LUMINE

✧ personally i think she likes cuddles, so she wouldn’t mind if you were being extra clingy. she’d be a bit confused at first but would overall just accept it.

✧ when she felt you tug on her dress, she made a humming noise while turning to face you, only to be met with your arms around her waist. she let out a quiet surprised noise, but instantly hugged you back. asked if something was wrong but you just shook your head, so she leaned further into your embrace.

✧ she pet your hair a little and didn’t make a move to pull away, so you two stood there hugging for a good while. when you finally pulled away, she smiled lovingly at you.

"hi honey, you okay?"

BEIDOU

✧ she’s not always a gentle lover, she constantly throws her arms around you, bear hugs you, and pats your back a little too hard. of course, she’d never take it too far, she knows your limits and her strength. but that’s not to say she can’t be gentle.

✧ when she set her last box down and turned to see you, she greeted you with a huge smile. she watched as you walked a few steps to her and put your head on her shoulder. she instantly wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer to her body.

✧ mumbled a flirty remark in your hair before placing a kiss. she was the one to pull away, but only to ask if you were feeling alright. she didn’t know if you were sea sick or just being clingy.

✧ when you bashfully stated that you just wanted to be close to her for a second, she grinned and teased you about it, but placed another kiss to your head nonetheless.

"aw, you missed me? you could’ve just said that."

ALBEDO

✧ he’s not super affectionate, but he has his moments. he doesn’t mind holding you or placing chaste kisses to your face at all. he doesn’t usually come to bed when you do, which leads to you always being asleep before him. you try to stay awake and wait for him, but he’s totally nocturnal so it’s hard and you almost always fail.

✧ this time however, you managed to stay awake. you had an ache in your chest that you knew only his presence could dull, so you waited. not like you could sleep anyway, you kept thinking about him and missing him— even though he was in the other room. you just wanted to hold onto him, but you didn’t want to annoy him while he was working… so you waited like you always do.

✧ once he finally stepped into the room, his droopy eyes finding yours, his brow furrowed. he made a comment about how he didn’t think you were still awake. he was met with your arms stretching out towards him, silently asking for a hug.

✧ he obliged with a smile. climbed under the covers with you and let you wrap your arms around him, putting your cheek on top of his head. you felt him place a kiss to your collarbone and you let out a content sigh.

"you want to cuddle? oh— yes, of course."

WANDERER

✧ definitely isn’t used to physical touch, but he craves it so much— especially from you. he‘d act annoyed at your hugs and kisses but he secretly loves them, and you knew that. he never pushes you away, even if his body is aching to move.

✧ when he entered your shared home, he saw you sitting on the couch. you heard him walk in and called him over, a smile clear in your voice. you’d been missing him all day, he had been with nahida and you didn’t want to intrude, so you stayed behind and waited.

✧ once he reached you, he stood in front of you, an expectant look on his face. when you pat the spot next to you, he sat with a grunt.

✧ you leaned your head on his shoulder and laced your fingers with his, a dreamy sigh leaving your lips. you mumbled that you missed him so much and you were glad he was finally back. he thanked the archons that your head was downward so you couldn’t see the faint pink on his cheeks and ears. he grumbled something back about you being overdramatic, but squeezed your hand tighter in the process.

"i wasn’t gone for that long, you really need me around that much?"

[covenantofthedeep]

i call and you come through ☆

☆ feat. | lumine, zhongli, lyney, lynette, yelan and kunikuzushi ☆ summary | they help you when you're in trouble. ☆ a/n | a lumine for lumiconic. and a country skewer too. this is so not ok. i'm so sorry if lyney/lynette/anyone is ooc!

lumine |

lumine hadn't expected to see anyone at all, much less you. you were somewhat of a subject of interest to her; she wasn't quite sure what you did, and yet she hated you, or at least she told herself she did. she had headed out with the intent of soaking up the cool air before the morning came and the sun sweltered down again, but instead she'd run into you.

she's so focused on your face, at first--the frozen expression of terror as you scrabble uselessly at the drainpipe attached to your house, the way your lips look as you whisper, "back! get back, oh my archons! get back!"--that she doesn't realize what, exactly, you're sending back, and then she looks down. she has to blink a couple of times; are you really scared of cats?

you glance up at her as she makes her way closer, flashing her a pained smile. "thank archons you're here, lumine, seriously. i really can't manage all of these things by myself." her name in your voice sends a spark through her veins, but she ignores it and rolls her eyes at you. "huh, yn, i thought you were so brave? scared off by a couple of cats, are we?" she bends over to grab one around its waist. it mews plaintively at her as she strokes its head, and your eyes flicker to her hands and make their way to her lips. "i guess you aren't so much the brave knight that you let everyone believe you are?" she glances up at you, at the scarlet blush across your cheeks, and wants to drop the cats and give you a kiss.

"i'm just- i can handle everything else, but not cats," you protest, nudging one away with your foot. she bites her tongue. it's so cute. everything about you is endearing, but she can't say it. oh, archons, what a struggle this is. "can you really handle everything else, though?" she prods at you, nudging a rather insistent gray cat away with her boot.

you look at her with furrowed brows, stepping forward as the cats in your path clear away. "lumine, do you hate me?" you ask her, so sincerely, so nonchalantly, almost as if you don't care what her answer will be either way.

she starts, then stops. she looks at your cheekbone, your right eyebrow, your lips. she glances down at your hands, at her feet, anywhere but your eyes. "yes," she says to the ground.

"huh," you respond, squinting at her. she finally drags her gaze upwards, and your eyes sparkle with amusement. "because it doesn't seem like you do. in fact, it sort of seems like the opposite." and you walk down the pathway towards the gates of mondstadt with a newly acquired pep in your step, leaving her absolutely blindsided and spluttering.

kunikuzushi |

kuni goes explicitly out of his way to avoid bumping into you, so really, he doesn't know why he stops when he sees you almost in tears at a food stall. he hovers behind you for what seems like an eternity, debating tapping you on the shoulder and asking what's wrong. he studies the back of your head and your neck, the slump of your shoulders wonders if he's acting like a creep. the vendor behind the stall has his back to the both of you, busily prepping something that smells absolutely exquisite.

you step back a bit while he's lost in his thoughts and step on his foot--and jump about a foot in the air. "oh, archons!" you exclaim, turning around. "i'm so sorry, kuni. i didn't realize you were there."

his face feels absurdly hot under your direct gaze, and he stutters out something along the lines of oh, it's okay. archons, it's like he's stupid when you're standing in front of him. why did he stop? why didn't he just keep walking? now he's going to be late, and you're still smiling at him, looking insufferably beautiful despite crying your eyes out a moment earlier.

he realizes he'd looked down at your feet, almost instinctively, and slowly drags his gaze upwards to meet your eyes. your eyes, which are perfectly ordinary, perhaps, but they send something through his veins, and they're so arresting, maybe he could drown in them? could he? your eyes, which reflect the stars, but there aren't any, because it's the middle of the day? maybe he's hallucinating, he tells himself.

you smile at him, and he's prepared to do anything you ask him to--honestly, why is he still here? you seem fine, he could probably move on, he thinks, but before he can, the vendor places something down in front of you.

"160 mora," the man tells you, and your brows draw together anxiously as you rummage through your purse. you pull out a handful of coins that jingle against each other in the palm of your hand, and the whole while, kuni watches your face. he watches the way your shoulders tense and the cords on your neck stand out as you swallow, and the way you blink rapidly but a tear slips out anyway. your eyebrows stay scrunched, and he can't resist the urge to pull out his own coin purse and wordlessly set down 160 mora.

you whip your head around to look at him, protesting wildly, but he flashes you a pained smile and tries not to look at your eyes as he steps back. "consider it my treat," he tells you, forcing the words out from his throat, wondering why you have such an impossible hold on him.

as he walks away, he replays the entire exchange in his head and vows to never stop for you again.

yelan |

yelan regrets telling you that you can call her for help whenever, because now your cat's stuck in a tree and she's standing at the base, looking up at it, feeling immensely foolish. you're looking at her, though, and whenever you do that, her heart pounds so hard she's worried it'll leap out of her chest. she's seized by the undeniable urge to leap into the tree and fish your wretched cat out, if only you'll keep looking at her like that.

"please, yelan," you beg her, your face the epitome of pleading. she stares at you for a few seconds longer; in her mind, she's tracing your eyebrows and cheekbones and also your lips, oh archons, your lips. she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks and neck, and she's positive she's red, so she clears her throat and steps towards the tree.

she doesn't do romance, she doesn't do daydreaming about you, and she certainly should not be helping you wrangle your beast of a cat out of this tree, but unfortunately, here she is. you cheer her on as she turns a deeper shade of beet red, climbing up the tree in a way that she never had imagined she would ever do; climbing as though her life depends on it.

she finally reaches a branch that she can comfortably sit on, and realizes, to her horror, that she's out of breath. she leans over and rests her forehead against her knees and wills her breath to slow down so that she doesn't seem so desperately out of shape that you regret having asked her for help. when she looks down at you, you're staring back at her with an intensity in your eyes that makes her blush. "are you okay?" you call, voice threaded with concern. "do you want me to come up there?"

does she want you to come up here indeed. archons, she would kill for you up here. unfortunately, who knows what would happen if you came up here. so she shakes her head and continues upwards, craning her neck to impossible angles to search for your fool of a feline.

zhongli |

zhongli doesn't pine after strangers (albeit a stranger with whom he's gotten rather close over the past few months) and he certainly doesn't stop to help many others. but for some reason, he's spent the evening chasing your dog around your house because you had cornered him earlier when he had been on his ritual walk. your closeness, combined with your hand on his (why did you always feel the urge to touch people in some way or another when you were talking to them?) had dried up all of the words on his tongue, but you had looked at him expectantly and he had nodded. nodded. he doesn't even like dogs.

now, he sits on the ground and tries in vain to coax the dog over (mora, its name was; what a stupid name) but it's set on ignoring him. "come here," he tries. "here! come here!" and then he realizes he's switched to the baby voice you often use on mora and has to glance over his shoulder to make sure no one's watching.

he inhales and leans back against the couch he's sitting in front of, staring at the darkening sky outside and wondering what it is you're up to. perhaps a dinner? when you'd let him in earlier, you'd been all dressed up; hair pinned up and your face bright and glowy. you'd smelled like glazelilies, and he had sputtered out agreements while trying not to look you directly in the eyes. briefly, he wonders who you would go to dinner with--and then banishes the thought from his mind.

mora ambles over to him and settles in his lap, but for once, he finds he doesn't mind. he strokes the dog's head and sighs, finally feeling at ease. "oh, aren't you a little nugget of gold? oh, yes you are. yes you are. yes you are." he's so wrapped up in the dog that he doesn't hear the door open and you come in until you're standing directly in front of him, your shoes dangling from your hand. "enjoying ourselves, are we, zhongli?"

lyney |

lyney has taken a liking to you, as much as he tries to pretend it's just platonic. he follows you around, brushing off your complaints of lyney, please! i need to work! instead choosing to focus on the fact that him being around distracts you from your work. so when he stumbles upon you in tears on the ground, of course he sits down beside you.

you scrub your face with your fists, burying your head in your knees as lyney pats your back awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "yn...?" he finally asks. "are you... are you okay?"

"yeah," you squeeze out. "yeah, i'm fine." you blink up at the sky, trying to stop the pressure of tears from making their way out. "i had been working on these documents for a week, and i tripped over the bridge." you gesture weakly in the general direction of the bridge. "and now they're all... gone. down there. in the water."

he digs around in his pocket, searching desperately for a handkerchief. he had one yesterday, when he was practicing his magic tricks... where is it? where is anything when he needs it? blowing out a frustrated breath that rustles the hair on his forehead, he hands you some fake flowers. "do you want me to go get them?"

you laugh, the sound shaky and tear-filled. "thanks, lyney." you set the flowers by your feet and lean against him. "no, no, please don't. seriously, i don't want you--"

he leaps up, his cape flying out behind him. crossing one foot behind the other, he bows, tearing off his hat. a stray dove soars free, flapping erratically. "anything for you, ma cherie," he says, flashing you a wink. he trots off towards the bridge, his heels clacking against the pavement, heart racing.

you stare after him, unable to stop the laugh from bubbling up in your chest. you wipe your eyes and make your way down after him, calling his name. "no, yn!" he shouts valiantly, looking over his shoulder. "you sit down! and rest! i'll get them for you! i'll get--" and he trips over the bridge, splashing into the water below.

you lunge for the railing, scanning the bubbles worriedly. "lyney!" you yell, debating leaping in after him. "lyney, can you hear me? lyney, if you can hear me, come back! lyney, come back!"

he pops up with a sputter, his hat sodden and filled with--are those your documents? his hair sticks to your forehead, giving him a look akin to a rat, but he flashes you a smile so brilliant it sends your heart galloping again. "for you, ma cherie! for you!"

lynette |

lynette ignores all of your attempts to woo her, despite the fact that they get her heart fluttering. you bring her romaritime flowers every tuesday, garlic baguette on thursdays. she thanks you cordially for these gifts, and then spends an hour writing thank-you letters that she never sends.

lynette tries to avoid you, even adding five minutes to her journeys across the city when she sees you. not because she hates you, but because simply being around you sends her into hysterics. (in her head.) she's flustered, she's red, and you're standing in front of her right now, offering a handful of berries. why, oh why, oh why hadn't she just cut behind the houses? now she's cornered, trying hard not to lose her composure. she closes her eyes and opens them, and you're still there, smiling at her, holding those berries.

"thanks," she mutters, reaching for them. you yank them out of reach and tsk. "you can't have them until you help me with this one thing! just this one, i promise."

she crosses her arms firmly over her chest, because oh my archons, your smile has her fully disarmed. "what is it?"

you clap, beaming. "i knew you'd say yes! i knew it!"

she interrupts you. "no, no, i haven't said yes yet. just tell me what it is."

"okay, okay! okay, you need to help me put up these posters." from seemingly nowhere, you wrench out a stack of crisp thick sheets--all with "REWARD: 5000 MORA. LOST CAT!" printed on them in big, alarming letters. she takes one, her brow furrowing.

"is your cat... lost?" she asks, glancing up at you.

you nod, sighing. "he's been gone since this morning. he's not an outdoor cat, you see. he's just so clingy, and it's not like him to be like this...." you trail off, clearing your throat. "you don't have to help me look for him, but could you please help me put up these posters?"

lynette shifts from foot to foot. she's got loads of work to do with lyney, but also... you're looking at her so plaintively, concern written so clearly in your eyes, that, she feels, to say no would be similar to murdering an animal. a baby animal.

"fine," she huffs, and you grab her hand. "thank you, lynette! thank you, thank you. i'll make it worthwhile, i promise!"

you let go and spin around, heading down the path, but she's frozen, her hand ice-cold and red-hot all at once. "lynette," you call over your shoulder. "are you coming?"

she shakes her head, trying to clear her feelings like cobwebs, and dashes after you.

four hours later, the sun's setting and everything is bathed in a golden glow, almost as though you're a statue. you're spent; exhaustion pools in dark circles under your normally-alight eyes. her legs ache and her fingers hurt from plastering posters on walls. "oh, my poor baguette," you complain, sitting down against a tree.

she can't stifle a chuckle. "you named your cat baguette?"

you look at her indignantly. "she's very long and very brown. it seemed fitting!"

this strikes lynette as the funniest thing she's ever heard, and she laughs until tears run down her face. her ribs ache and her stomach aches, but it's worth it for the look of bemused adoration on your face.

something brushes against her leg and she jumps, shrieking. your grin stretches ear-to-ear, literally, and you dive for the barrel she's sitting on. "baguette!" you yelp, cradling the cat in your arms. "oh, my gosh, baguette!"

the sun vanishes behind the clouds, and they glow from the inside. almost like you, she thinks. it's a picture-perfect scene, an indignant baguette pinned between you and her, one of your arms wrapped around her shoulders as you kiss her cheek. she never wants to leave.

[contentloadingandstuff]

✨ Coming home to Lumine ✨

CW: Male!Reader, Modern AU.

You press down on the doorknob, and push the door open. You're a little surprised at that fact, since it's well past midnight. You see the light in the living room is still on. You close the door behind you. Suddenly the patter of bare feet on the wooden flooring. A familiar figure stands at the end of the hallway, dressed up in one of your t-shirts, far too big for her, and underwear - her usual pajamas. 

"Hi Y/N!" Lumine smiles brightly and waves her hand. "How are you doing?" 

You take off your shoes and hang your overcoat on the coat rack before making your way to her. You place a quick kiss on her lips. 

"I'm tired. Long day, that's all." You give her a smile in return. Her golden eyes look at you softly. "Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" 

She waves her hand dismissively, before pointing at the table. "Somebody has to take care of this handsome guy over here, right?" 

You sit down. Your hand goes to your eyes to rub them, efficiently covering your small blush. You hear the sounds of plates moving and the microwave's ping. Before long, Lumine sits next to you, placing a bowl of Radish and Veggie soup in front of you. 

"Hope you don't mind the microwave."

You grab the spoon and get to work. "How could I be anything but grateful?" 

She rests her chin on her arm, propped up on the table. "Hey, I don't mind. Not at all."

You quickly eat the dish. Before you can get up and carry the bowl to the sink, Lumine snatches it. "How about you take a shower? I'll be waiting in bed."

"Thanks Lumi." You take a quick glance at her before you go, just in time to see her yawn. 

"Uh oh, you're gonna eat me up!" You tease, and she chuckles.

"With how sweet you are? I wouldn't mind that at all…" 

After a fifteen minute shower and a good teeth brushing, you dress up in your own sleep outfit. You get out of the bathroom and head to sleep. She's lying there, half asleep, but the lights are still on. Her eyes are closed, but she cracks one open to greet you. 

"The door?" You put your folded day clothes in your drawer. 

"Locked." She mumbles sleepily. "I wanna be small spoon. You're in?" 

You click off the light and crawl under the covers. "Always."

She makes space for you, and you snake your arms around her. She settles in, her hand finding its way into yours. She curls her body slightly. 

"G'night Y/N." 

"Good night, Lumine." 

By the time you kiss her hair, she's already asleep. You soon follow. 

Thanks for reading!

[lumiconic]

♪ — NIGHTMARE

❥ summary: comforting them after a terrible nightmare

❥ characters: xiao ; lumine ; aether

❥ content: angst, fluff, reverse comfort, gn reader

❥ note: woohoo lumine content!! i hope this is suited to your liking @sh1-n0bu :D !! i am SOso sorry ab how long it took 😭

♪ XIAO

he feels the familiar ache of a bad dream, like a sickness in the pit of his stomach, as soon as he opens his eyes to a mist-shrouded world smelling of blood and that unmistakable stench of death. he looks around, his muscles tensed, chin tucked into his chest, knowing he's dreadfully unprepared for whatever horrors are conjured for him this time. 

a terrifying, sour taste of bile rises in his throat as his gaze lands on a familiar person, lying with eyes open and blankly staring at nothing, and he falls to his knees as though someone has knocked the air out of him, gasping wildly for breath and finding none. that person is you, and all at once the understanding that this isn't real is gone in a flash and he's pulling at your shoulders and crying your name as though it'll magically rouse you from the dead --

his eyes open suddenly to peaceful quiet and your arms wrapped around him, whispering soft reassurances. a leaf drifts in through the window, moonlight highlighting your concerned features as his breathing slows, posture melting into a limp exhaustion, and you pull back, clutching his hands and asking if he's okay.

the sound of soft wind and gently rushing water pours back into his ears. he places a hand on his forehead, pushing back locks of green shaded hair, cast into shadow by the awkward lighting. "just ... a nightmare," he says slowly, the words almost a prayer to reassure himself.

"it wasn't real," you prompt, achingly aware of that constant vision that appears in his mind what seems like every time he falls asleep. "i'm here, right?" he nods, taking a deep breath. you smile anxiously. "see? you don't have to worry. everything's fine." 

and it is, truly; he knows this reoccuring nightmare is irrational, but he can't remember to turn away when he's deep in his own mind, seeing the person who he loves most in the world dead on the ground. it's just impossible, for him to ignore this, because even with that nausea that clues him in, he would never be able to forgive himself if it happened in real life and he dismissed it.

his throat is drily hoarse and he breathes slowly and carefully, and your voice is clouded once more with sleep as you lace your fingers between his. "is there anything you need? water, or something to eat, anything i can help with?" he shakes his head. you being there is all he needs, a temporary solution to help convince his mind that everything is fine, and it is, and the relief hits him all at once with a bright clarity that brings a clear easiness to his face, softening the sharp, fearful features. 

you smile at him sleepily, closing your eyes. a bird sings a short note outside, and he sinks back into a deep sleep, holding your hand like a lifeline, and when he dreams this time, it's of you and him lying in a field of bright flowers and looking at the sky.

♪ LUMINE

her dream is a kind one at first, a picnic full of sunshine deep in a beautiful forest with you and aether and paimon, and she almost aches with joy at the warm smiles that surround her and the peacefulness that resides softly within her chest. 

but then the trees and the picnic crumble away and the scene flashes into midnight, clouds covering the moon, and aether's face falls into an empty, dead-eyed stare wearing a long black robe speckled with tiny stars, abyss mages appearing behind him, and paimon whirls into a monstrous version of the unknown god that stole him away from her, and you melt and reform into a horrible thing with viciously sharp teeth, and elongated limbs that don't suit your body, and she's surrounded on all sides --

you whisper her name into her ear -- "lumine! " -- and she sits up straight, panting with fear. you reach for her, fearful pity on your face, her gaze wildly unfocused as her head snaps around in different directions. she lashes out, slapping your arm away with blind, terrified fury, barely a heartbeat and a provocation away from slashing at you with her sword, momentarily unable to tell reality from that disgustingly real nightmare.

you scramble away, as far as you can get without falling off the bed, and you hold both hands in the air, whispering in a gentle voice, "hey -- hey, lumi. it's just me, okay? it's just me." she inhales, clasping her trembling hands in her lap, and holds it for five seconds, making eye contact with you. 

when the breath rushes out of her, the tension leaves her shoulders, and she slumps against the headboard, rigid and motionless with an angry expression on her face. you move closer and place a hand on her arm. "are you okay? you were saying something, in your sleep, so i t-thought -- " you stammer, tripping over your tongue for a moment as she looks at you stiffly, "i thought i should wake you up, should i not have?" 

you worry for a moment that the leftover wisps of rage, that overpowering anger that fills her and seems to take up her entire mind so there's no room left to be scared, will be directed at you when her mouth opens, brows furrowing, but it's just a heavy sigh that escapes her lips. "i ... yeah. thanks. i just need a second."

you reach over and flick the light on, throwing the room into sharp relief. you sit in silence as she stares at her hands, words on the tip of her tongue that she's unable to say yet. she knows the irrational anger that bubbles up to drown the terror and painfulness of that dream, with its hints of reality that she never wants to believe, is stifling and poisonous, but for now it just feels so much easier to let the sour irritation win rather than the truer all consuming fear. 

she feels your presence without looking up, your calm steadiness there beside her, and when her face crumples and she leans back and covers her eyes, you wrap your arms around her, and suddenly her dream feels so far away as she presses her face into your shoulder and you whisper that it's going to be okay.

♪ AETHER

he is almost painfully aware that it's a dream from the start, just from the way the deep blue sky shimmers with stars that shine from behind soft puffs of pale gray clouds. it looks too perfect to be real, and when he takes his eyes off the sky, he's sure of it, after he sees the hordes of familiar faces and you holding his hand, tucking a pristine golden petaled flower behind his ear. 

he searches the crowd eagerly and there she is, lumine, waiting with open arms and a tearful smile, and just as he brushes hands with his sister at long last, and the voices of the crowd rise to a joyful roar, and it feels like everything in the world is finally right --

he awakes with a horrible, empty longing cemented deeply inside him, a feeling like he'll never be whole again and his heart was ripped from his chest in a single blow, refusing to let the aftershocks stop. his eyes are glazed over and he shakes, body trembling with held in cries. 

your eyes widen; for all you had known, the dream he'd been having was a pleasant one, his lips forming a smile in his sleep that you were admiring when he awoke. you cup his face, unsure of what to do but wanting to comfort him in this moment, "a-aether," you say helplessly. "what's wrong?"

he bursts into sobs, clutching at you with white knuckles as tears pour down his face. you hold him tight to your chest, rubbing small circles into his back, and close your eyes with a pained breath. "it's okay, it's okay ... deep breaths ... " your quiet humming, while brutal loneliness thrums in the depths of his chest, is a paradoxical feeling. he knows you're there, knows you haven't left, and yet he feels heartbreakingly alone and like he'd give anything in the world for you to remain there. 

it gets easier as time goes on, as everything; as the moments blink by, your voice dimming to a softer whisper, he finds his eyelids growing heavier again, and the constant longing in the back of his mind lifts slowly like a fog bank dissipating, until his mind is as clear as it's going to get and he drifts into a dreamless gray mindscape. 

his dream is an unfathomable reality, a happy ending where he gets to stay with you and his sister and all the friends he made in teyvat; something he knows would be nothing short of a miracle to come true, and maybe the sudden sourness was a warning by his own subconscious that this was an impossibility. 

but at least he hopes -- at least he wishes with all his heart and maybe allows himself to believe it could be his reality -- that you'll be always with him, the one constant on whose side he can still stand by the time his journey comes to an close.

and if that could be the one dream of his that ends up coming true maybe it could be a shield from the inevitable sorrow that will accompany the end; after all, you are the most perfectly unbelievable thing of all, and he counts his lucky stars every day that you're with him.

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[teyvat-inks]

sweet nothing

a/n: hey! it’s been quite a long time since my I posted LMAO i’m kinda busy (no, not really i just couldn’t write a single word). thank you for all the love commitment issues received. this one’s inspired by taylor swift’s sweet nothing. hope you enjoy this too and i hope you have a great day~

content: aether x gn!reader, lumine x gn! reader. fluff. 

The blonde traveler is unmistakably one of the busiest people in the whole of Teyvat; the neverending commissions here and there, exhausting explorations as an adventurer, and the journey to the unknown just to find their twin. The traveler has been through a lot, yet barely achieving progress in looking for their twin’s whereabouts that sometimes they wanted to cry out their frustration. 

Not to mention the part where everyone asks for their help.

“Traveler! Could you help me with these?” “If it isn’t the famous traveler and their companion! Mind lending me a hand?” “Please help me find signs that my true love will come!” 

It sucks.

The traveler has nothing to do with these people. There are times they wanted to ignore everything else and focus on their twin, but oh, archons, their compassion weighs more than anything, they always make time for everyone. It is no secret that the traveler has a heart of gold. This is the reason why you always do your best to look after the traveler, making sure they do not take advantage of their capabilities. You know that their power is beyond measure, something that could rival a god’s, this has been proven quite a few times in their journey on the four nations. Albeit lacking in combat prowess, you never feel ashamed of showering the traveler with the affection and love they deserve. 

“Archons, what do I do without you?” The blonde traveler looks at you fondly, smiling from ear to ear, “I should start appreciating you more, don’t you think?”

“Can’t say I don’t want the Teyvat superstar’s attention on me, y’know?” You chuckle, inching closer to the traveler as you stroll on the bustling streets of Port Ormos. 

“Ouch, that is all I am to you? A celebrity?” The traveler scowls, feigning dismay. 

“I guess so.” You shrug as you intertwine your hands with the traveler. You feel the warmth of their hand spread through yours and your heart skips a beat although you initiated the contact. 

The traveler jokes, “I should try harder then,” the blonde pauses before taking a deep breath, “You know I’m grateful for you, right? I have things to do and the people constantly seek me to be of service to them, and then, there’s you.”

“What do you mean?” You lightly squeeze your intertwined hands.

“All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.” The traveler halts, staring at you intently.

“Don’t be silly, you know the reason for that.” Your voice comes off hushed and you blush from the intense gaze on you. “I won’t be saying it though.”

“Yeah, love you too.” The traveler brings your hand to their face and gently places a kiss on your palm. 

[dreamsofteyvat]

they would be content to wander teyvat forever, so long as you are by their side. hold their hand, wouldn't you? hold their hand, and they'll guide you through every storm safe and sound...

-> childe, KAUZHA, BEIDOU, shenhe, ayaka, amber, AETHER, lumine

[severed-fate]

[crimsonji]

✦ 6WIRL x OHSHC: Introductions

"welcome, to the ouran host club!"

ft. lumine, aether, xiao, kazuha, heizou, venti, scaramouche + faruzan

cw : lumine and aether are not related in this au (no romance like in original manga obv), slight canon divergence of travelers, implied xiaother?? idk

✦ synopsis : An alternate universe where the Anemo boys are a part of a host club. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. However, a rubbish-looking student with unkempt blonde hair stumbles into this elegant playground, and both their worlds are turned upside down.

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : alas, here is the beginning of a fun little au I've been thinking of for the past few months. so very sorry for the random lack of fics, i needed some time to get back into the swing of things... but! i am very excited to see where this au takes me, i hope you'll like it <3 i have sm stuff to talk about lol i hope you can bare with me while a scramble to organize things

✦ The Natural Type: Lumine

A lower-middle class student that’s attending the prestigious Ouran Academy as an honour student, and after breaking the Host Club’s vase is forced to pay off her debt by becoming their “errand boy”—but it seems that everyone at the school assumes Lumine is a boy and a pretty one at that. Say, wouldn’t it be easier to pay off that debt by becoming a host? 

Lumine is introverted and closed off in nature, yet she has an affinity for helping others. Her home life is much more humble compared to the other host club members, the only person accompanying her being her step-sister Paimon and Lumine's father. The members like to tease her about her lack of understanding of 'rich people culture', especially food. Her care and kindness always seem to shine through, and maybe with the help of the host club, she can learn to become the brightest star in the night sky.

✦ The Princely Type: Aether

The leader and founder of the infamous Ouran Host Club! He’s sickly rich, and his foreign background and, um, “charming” personality is what makes him so alluring to the guests. He is Very energetic and is often caught up in his own fantastical ideas he enjoys pestering Xiao about, he’s the reason why the club can seem so strange at times (or all the time, to be honest). Aether seldom discusses his home life, his family situation is less than joyful—as such, he finds refuge in the host club and wholeheartedly thinks of them as not only close friends but family.

He’s exceptionally selfless, and although he can be clouded by his rich background he means nothing but good intent—and Lumine (+ the other hosts) finds herself having to pull him back to reality at times. He’s a radiant star, bursting into view like the sun. It can be bothersome at times, your eyes will hurt if you look at it for too long, but the bright warmth it brings is all the more nostalgic and comforting.

✦ The Strong and Silent Type: Xiao

The Co-Founder of the host club, he handles the costs and merchandise, acting as the ‘reasonable one’ compared to Aether’s bursts of outlandish ideas. He’s been lonesome up until his last year of middle school, where he met Aether and agreed to help him set up the host club—but the only preface was that Aether had to recruit the rest of the members on his own, Xiao’s not one to socialize after all… He knew what he signed up for when he founded the host club, but his stand-offish attitude and desire to protect others are why he's very popular among guests, mysteries are all the more exciting! Hosting is not at all his strong suit, but the softened look in his eyes when Aether decides to butt in is VERY interesting to visitors.

✦ The Cool Type: Kaedehara Kazuha

Originates from an ancient clan that has declined in recent years, but still holds social power and respect in modern-day Japan. His hands wield a blade with swift precision and a pen that writes gentle poetic words on the page. Kazuha doesn't pride himself on his family name but still holds a respect for his ancestors as he has sworn to protect another fellow member of the host club (since their respective clans had been bonded by marriage). He can be pretty aloof when it comes to planning club activities, Kazuha prefers to go with the wind and is willing to hear out Aether on almost all his grand ideas for events. He's very charismatic, charming any lady with a gentle smile and the kiss of a hand.

✦ The Devilish Type: Shikanoin Heizou

He comes from a famous martial arts family and has referred to himself as Ouran's specialized 'detective' since middle school. He has a rather unique personality, which could get on some people's nerves, but Heizou's top priorities are to have fun in the host club and sleuth out any troublemakers lurking in the shadows! Not many people know this, but he was a part of the newspaper club before deciding to join the host club, and after a few less-than-pleasant events he inevitably left. 

He doesn't enjoy discussing it, though, simply shooting his guests a playful smirk and leaving them with a vague response. Heizou's always been like this, and guests wouldn't recognize the other side of himself he's learned to show to his fellow club members. Outside of his host club activities, he annoys Lumine by dragging her into his sudden little pranks, and it doesn't help that they share most of their classes. His reasonings aren't at all profound, there's no problem in having a little fun while also working on a brewing case.

✦ The Cute Type: Venti

A self-proclaimed bard that enjoys serenading fair maidens and indulging himself with a tall glass filled with red wine… which is what he wishes he could say, he can't actually drink alcohol until he's twenty-one, so instead, the club provides him with a variety of fruity beverages as compensation. Anyways! He's awfully lighthearted and carefree, seemingly not worrying about what song he'll sing for his future guests (which Kazuha tends to help him with). Although Venti seems like the youngest out of the group, he's actually a third year in high school! 

Even though Kazuha had traditionally sworn to protect Venti, Kazuha is the younger one. Venti insists that their clan relations shouldn't stiffen their relationship. As far as anyone else knows, they're just two friends who joined the host club for fun! Venti is rather childish at face value, but he's much more perceiving than he likes to lead on, perhaps one of the reasons he joined was just to be pampered in praises and affection by the guests… Venti is always carrying around a large plush toy resembling a tanuki with a peculiar leaf on its head, and it's an unspoken rule to never mess with "Muji".

✦ The Naughty Type: Scaramouche

The son of Japan's prime minister, he carries a cold glare and silver tongue wherever he wanders. He had absolutely zero interest in meddling with a frivolous host club, yet after the breakage of… a few prized glass sculptures from the host club, Scaramouche is in the same predicament Lumine was in. She tries to show him some encouraging comfort, but his response is far more bitter. It's hard to pinpoint on just why Scaramouche decided to stay, he prefers to act high and mighty and refer to his club members as simply 'lesser value', but it's clear there's a more emotional reason to this. (When asked about this, he just said they have high-quality tea leaves.) 

Both Lumine and Heizou subconsciously appointed themselves to teach Scaramouche the ropes of being a good host, and it's almost comical having Scaramouche blatantly insult guests while the pair try to cut him off and lessen the sting of his crude remarks. It's hard to believe why he had to go through this much trouble to pay off a debt he could easily have someone else settle, and the main reason would be the relationship with his mother, but… that's a story for another time.

✦ The Manager: Faruzan

Lastly, we have the Ouran host club's self-appointed manager! She prides herself on her intelligence and higher grade (even though Venti is the same age as her) and enjoys guiding the members on developing their 'characters' to be more appealing to guests. Since she's the only female member outside of Lumine, Faruzan strongly believes she's much more qualified for what girls like. Speaking of the pair, Faruzan often refers to Lumine as the actual 'leader' of the host club, as she has no trouble charming and conversing with guests compared to the other members' over-the-top antics. 

Aether acts a bit hurt over this, but that doesn't diminish the respect the boys have for Madame Faruzan and vise-versa! As to how she was appointed to the manager role, she was acquainted with Lumine beforehand and acted as her study mentor. As such, she discovered Lumine's relations with the host club and was so shocked by the state that she took it upon herself to 'help' them. How is madame Faruzan so well-versed in romance, you may ask? An absurd amount of free time and mentally taxing studies can lead to you picking up rather strange young adult novels, let's say…

literally just gave up on trying to fix the wonky formatting it is not agreeing w me tonight …

[goroaix]

〘 Maybe Teyvat could be a home after all. 〙

Lumine x gn reader. Slight hints of depression/loneliness. Descriptions of injuries. Slight spoilers for 3.2

Lumine had come to terms with being alone.

It was something that was foreign, always had been from the moment of her conception to this very second, yet she had no choice in her isolation.

There was something within her that always longed to be with another, someone that understood her on a level that Paimon couldn't. And, as much as she loved the pixie, it wasn't the same as her brother and nothing would ever be.

Her blade felt dull to the touch, the sharp edge still able to slice through even the thickest of metal, yet it has lost its sheen. It has no lustre of its former days as the weapon of light and Lumine felt something similar to mourning bubble within her chest.

Was it so much to want to leave? To go back to how it had all been before? Teyvat wasn't her home and no matter how long she spent here, she doubted it ever would be.

"Hey, are you okay?" Paimon asked, floating to beside her. She wasn't in the mood, not right now.

"I'm fine," she said, managing to force a smile. "Can you get me some sweet flowers, please? I'll make sweet madame for us tonight."

"Yes! Paimon is on it!" The girl was almost a blur as she sped away in search of the flowers and Lumine sighed, letting the weapon clatter to the floor, her chin resting on her knees. She had been through two nations with nothing but a growing sense of despair. Everything was all crumbling between her fingers faster than she could ever hope to rebuild it.

All she wanted was her brother.

The breeze that brushed along her cheeks was cool and comforting, bringing along something that made her her heart hurt a little less.

"Shall I leave them here?" An unfamiliar voice said suddenly, prompting her to look up to see a beautiful person standing a few metres away with arms full of sweet flowers. "Ah, is this your friend?"

Lumine had known and gorgeous beautiful people from far and wide, yet she couldn't help but feel a little shy under this person's inquisitive gaze.

"She is! Lumine, meet my new friend!" Paimon chirped, stating their name seconds later and Lumine repeated it - tasting it on her tongue before smiling something a little less strained, more natural.

"It's nice to meet you."

It was on night's like this where she couldn't sleep, where the warm breeze brushed over her face as slept under the stars with only the moon as a witness to her tumultuous thoughts.

"You're still awake?" A whisper drew her out of her stupour and she lookrd up, eyes meeting the familiar visage of the person she had came to trust as her own. "Something on your mind?"

"Kind of," she answered, shuffling up on her makeshift bed of leaves and a blanket, a warm body laying down beside her. "It's nothing."

"Are you cold?"

A moment of silence passed.

"A little."

"You should say something." Their voice was so soft, so soothing, and the rush of warm air that enveloped them both was enough to have her eyes closing - lulled into comfort. "You're too busy to fall ill."

"I don't get sick."

"You don't?"

Her heart betrayed her, a beat skipped ad fingers brushed against her cheek. "No."

"I envy you."

You shouldn't, she thought. There's nothing worthwhile to envy.

Yet she said nothing, instead letting herself be embraced, a head resting against her shoulder while the cold was warded off for the night.

The shogun walked with purpose, sword crackling with electro as it lifted above when head, ready to deliver the finishing blow.

Lumine's eyes were barely open, her chest feeling like it would cave in on itself with every ragged inhale. Shocks of electricity ran through her muscle, making her fingered twitch yet she didn't have the energy to move.

The footsteps against wood echoed.

Was this where she would die?

She closed her eyes, accepting her fate. If she was to be murdered in plain view, then so be it. If this was what it meant to end the loneliness, then she would lie here and take it.

Yet when she felt the crackle of energy make her hair stand up on end, and then heard the clang of metal on metal, Lumine knew that her story would not finish here.

The shogun's attack had been parried.

Warm, comforting arms picked her up, carrying her away with relief bleeding into her body, easing all the aches. There would never be an injury that lingered so long as Lumine had them.

"That's not safe!" Lumine pleaded, her limbs feeling like they were weighed down as she tried to crawl forward. "You can't! You won't win!"

"And you will?" Their eyes were full of apology, unwillingness to leave as clear as the countless nights skies they had witnessed together. "He's tried to hurt you. He has hurt you. I'll... I'll stall for time."

"NO!" Her throat burned from how loud it was yet they didn't dare look back, anemo vision glowing like an emerald on their hip as they entered the theatre, the false god only inches away. "No, no! Come back, come back!"

Her body refused to move, a sob bubbling from the depths of her chest as she heard the sounds of concrete breaking, of a sword hitting divine metal with enough force to rupture eardrums.

"Come back," she begged, seeing warm crimson drip onto the floor. "Please."

And it was just as she heard a horrific crack that the Samsara restarted, her heart pounding in her chest from fear and adrenaline.

"Are you okay?" They asked and she nodded, only to touch her cheek and realise she was crying.

"I'm okay." And it was the truth.

"You know"-they sighed, the breath tickling her ear-"you seem happier these days."

"Do I?" The stars were brighter than ever before. "I feel the same."

"You smile more often." A hand was laced with hers, fingers tightly intertwined with one another in a way that had butterflies forming in her stomach. "You're so pretty when you smile."

"Stop embarrassing me."

"You don't mean that." Their thumb brushed over the scar that they were unable to heal, the only injury that had escaped their efforts of always tending to her - of sewing every broken hearted piece of her back together with painstaking care. "I'll go sleep next to Paimon then."

"Hey, I was just joki-" Lumine huffed when they started to laugh. "You're such an ass. Go sleep next to her. She'll kick you."

Their hands had yet to seperate and she wouldn't let them, not when the heat that radiated from them was so comforting. "I'd rather sleep beside you."

This smoothed the slight frown, the darkness no longer as daunting.

Somehow, loneliness wasn't as prevelant in her life as before.

[greenteaanon]

While I work on the honkai sagau I shall give this to you, cause I am on edge. WE NEED AN ABYSS!LUMINE X READER

I love villains so, maybe like S/O's family is very known for their family being all heroic and kind to all people of all Teyvat. And whatever time and place S/O met Lumine, and she showed her how cruel people can be this made S/O change ways and joined the abyss.

Does it make sense? 😭

Literally thought of this last minute yes

~ azuka (p.s i fuckd your mom)

First of all, How fucking Dare you, when will you live that down

Also THANK YOU FOR 420 FOLLOWERS

Disclaimers: Fem!Reader because Azuka dm'ed me so. Also Normal AU (the way Normal AU is all Azuka's asks) pronouns are still They/them but theres Fem Gendered terms

Open your Eyes

It was peaceful afternoon on a hill in the woods, you were under a tree reading a book "Archons! what do you want!?" You growled at the tyrant girl infront of you. "You~" she cooed. 'This Girl!—' you thought holding your book closer. "—To Realize that the world is corrupt and people are greedy and egotistical, Even those beloved parents of yours" She winked. "I know people are greedy and prideful, But Don't. Bring my parents into this." You hit her on the chest. She clutches her chest acts as if she was hurt "Ah!- you wound me my dear~"

"Don't call my 'mY dEaR' I'm not yours" You turned away. "Not yet~" she flirted you groaned in response. "Come on give me a chance~ Let me show you the real society~" she slid behind you and grabbed your shoulder.

"No, Farewell Lumine." You walked away, back to your family's manor.

"Oh you will see my Dear, Soon." She whispered into the wind.

"Mom, Dad I'm back!" You called out in the Foyer. You had heard them arguing in their office "That Damn Traveler is stealing our fame" Your Father shouts "And so what! what are we supposed to do about it" You mother was stressed for this but she was right so what.

"The only thing we need to resort to again" You father said in a dark Voice. "What we get him out of the spotlight forcefully?" Your eyes widen at the possibility "I'll call the boys, He'll disappear in no time" He smiled darkly. You couldn't hold it anymore "MOTHER! FATHER! WHAT DO YOU MEAN??" You Shouted in rage, you have never spoken up to your parents before and this was the start.

"Oh Sweetheart Its nothing~" your mother cooed, "Nothing? Nothing?! Your Talking about killing off a person because their stealing your fame!" They were shocked at your outlash "This is not how you speak Young lady!" Your father shakily scolded. "I'll Speak how I Fucking want to" You raised you voice louder. Breathing Heavily "Maybe Lumine was Right" You ran to your room, You were upset, sobbing into a pillow.

You are in your room,makeup smeared on the pillow you cry. "Seems like I was right" You felt the mattress sink right beside you. "Not right now you Trespasser" You spoke into your pillow. "Such Hurtful words, Open your Eyes my dear, The world is cruel, And I invite you to join me" she stood up and held her hand to you. You look up from the now mascara stained pillow. You were about to grab her hand when—

"YOUNG LADY LET US IN, PLEASE ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD" it was your mother you can hear your father cursing quietly behind her.

"What do you say, We don't have Much time" she stuck her hand out more. You grasped her hand tightly, "Fine." You deeply and frustratedly breathed out. As your parents broke the door down they saw you holding Lumine's hand. "WHO ARE YOU TO TOUCH OUR DAUGHTER?" They shouted at her. "I'm their Lover, and so what" you were about to interrupt until you saw her sly smile.

Then you got an idea, taking her other hand, looking directly at your now more angry parents. "Yea....YEA! She's my Lover! and so what!" You grabbed her cheeks and pulled her face to her lips. She eased in quickly. Both of you pulled away. You didn't want to "We should go now, My Dear~"her sly smile bigger, "Shall we go?" You nodded to her. She led you to a portal.

And that's how your here. Next to her on her throne in the abyss. You snuggled up to her book in hand. "Your highness....You are required in the Enkanomiya" She Looks at you with a loving grin "Would you like to join me?" You giggled "Of couse~"

A bit tipsy in the chasm from exiting the portal, both of you walked around looking for the abyss camps.

"The atmosphere here is calming but eerie it reminds me of the abyss" You walked Infront of Lumine trying to catch a Lucklight fly. "It really does.."

Then it went quiet "Lumine?....." "Oh so that's her name?" A voice spoke behind you. "Get away from me, Father." You snarled at your disgusting creature you call a father. "No. You're going home young Lady." He snapped back. "LET ME GO!" You started to harshly pull your wrist away.

Little did you know. You wer rin your parents hide out in the chasm. Now tied down to a chair. "Your cruel..Both of you, youre aware of that...right?" You Sassily spoke. They didn't respond. "Y'know your making enemies with the abyss" you spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "oh really?" Your Mother said. "Imagine taking the consort of the Abyssal Princess,who just wanted to live with her dear darling beloved princess,I wonder how the media will react" you mocked. And a whirr of a portal appeared behind them. "Right on cue Darling"

A miasma of dark mist and fog flooded the room. Oh dear. "How...DARE YOU HURT MY BELOVED, YOU ARE MOSNTERS THAT DESERVE TO BURN" Lumine shouted Letting her sword Peirce guard who tried to shoot her.

Needless to say the public media no longer like your parents. And you lived in the abyss in silent Peace.

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WHOOO DONE AFTER A MONTH

[fayfaydmitri]

❝ It’s just you and me against the world ❞

For everyone, Lumine is a hero. The honorary knight of Mondstadt who saved them from the wrath of Stormterror—one of the four winds. The hero who saved Liyue from getting drown when the Lord of Vortex awaken from his deep slumber from the depths of the ocean because of a certain harbinger. The hero who helped the whole region of Inazuma escaped from the boundless shackles of eternity by their own Archon.

Lumine is a hero who had helped everyone.

But who will help the hero?

Who will help the broken hero who desperately wanted to be with her brother again after so long? Who will help her during her vulnerable moment as she reminiscence the day oh-so great when she's still within her brother's reassuring vicinity? Paimon? Certainly not. Even with her encouraging words to continue their travels for them to reunite again, even when she have done everything she could to cheer her up despite feeling useless herself, it's not enough. Everything isn't enough.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

A voice so warm, words coated with commiseration. Like a honey being scooped out of its jar, their words drip with sugary succour as they offered all the reassuring smile they could muster.

There you are, with all your glory bringing a comforting presence to the hero you chose to follow to travel the four corners of the world with.

The words dried up on her throat as she watches you sit down beside her. She could see the pity on your eyes when you gracefully turn your head to face her.

The way she felt the world died down as she watches you open and close your lips as if you're saying something to her but she failed to hear every bits of it.

The way the beautiful rays of sunset exquisitely bask your loveable face. The way she felt like she could be her again. Not the honorary knight, not the hero of Teyvat, but Lumine. Just Lumine.

In this time of vulnerability, it's just you and her against the world.

[starlightchampagne]

# whiskey on ice, sunset and vine.

If there was one thing Venti loved more than a good song, some dandelion wine, and a fascinating story, it was definitely her.

And it would stay that way.

-> notes: older fic that i wrote in 2021, posted in 2022, and then decided to post here as well! i can’t remember if it actually was beta read or not. warning for alcohol use!! pay close attention to the drunk venti tag!

-> LINK: HERE!!

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#59 Dont Question it-

Lyney*Wanting to ask Lumine* Hey, Mr Wriothesley? Can I get some dating advice?... Wriothesley: Just because I'm with Y/n doesn't mean I know how I did it

[violet-eng]

Zongli fantasies about fem!reader while at work -NSFW

Zhongli x reader

Summary: Zhongli's at work and thinks about how he'd fuck you.

Warnings: Mid smut. Fingering. I think that's all.

Minors DNI

@DonaldAkron on X 🎨

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅

Zhongli knows he shouldn't think of you that way, so he avoids looking you directly in the eyes, crossing your path, or even mentioning your name.

He is sitting behind his desk, with his hands on leather notebooks with information about the funeral home.

Physically he is there, in that wide upholstered chair, and mentally he is actually very far away.

He imagines you bent over his desk, legs spread and your skirt gathered up to your waist, you stir beneath him when you feel him slide your panties down your thighs, clicking his tongue at the sight of your wet, exposed pussy for him.

“Mr. Zhongli, they could see us,” you whisper between whimpers, the feeling of his cock clad in against your center.

"Let them see," he says, voice hoarse and dark, overshadowed by the desire and lust you provoke in him with that dripping little pussy. "Let them see how I fuck you on this desk."

You shake your head and clarify that this is shameful, that his intentions are indecent.

"Indecent is strutting around with those pretty legs exposed and that provocative cleavage," he says, the words coming out hoarse and bathed in desire.

Zhongli brings his fingers closer to your mouth, parting your lips and touching your tongue. You surround his digits with your saliva in an instinctive act, you are as lustful as he is in that moment.

He removes his fingers from your mouth and brings them closer to your womanhood, teasing your already very wet entrance.

"I haven't even touched you and you're already soaked" he whispers.

He slides his mid finger between your folds, slow and precise, feeling every part of your soft walls as they clench around his finger. He smiles at your reaction, and he slides the second finger inside you, going deeper this time, curling inside you. He moves his fingers like he's searching for something, and when you gasp he lets out a smile.

"Found your point" he says, it's only been a couple of seconds but he's sure he knows where to touch. He has done this for centuries, he knows how to please a woman, and he knows that his experience will rain down on you right now.

The movement of his fingers quickens, continuing to rest that sweet spot on your wall near your cervix. His other hand supports your back, your chest on his desk. His fingers abuse your insides, Zongli keeps pace, drawing loud moans from you. You feel him change the rhythm, moving in and out with both fingers, long and skillful.

"Mr. Zhongli.." you whimper as the sound of his fingers filled with your fluids fills your ears. Before you continue speaking you hear him, you hear his belt untie and the zipper of his pants go down. You turn your head over your shoulder and can see Zhongli and his erect cock near your entrance.

"I hope you're stretched enough," he says as he removes his fingers from inside you and lubricates his length with your juices. You notice that it is solid, thick and long, precum drops at the tip.

Zongli looks at you and grabs the base of it, settling near your entrance, approaching you. He parts your folds with his head, and can feel his length rolling inside you as you're so lubricated. He's entering, he feels your warm feminine wetness and then...

"Zhongli" HuTao's voice brings him back to reality, taking him out of the recurring fantasy of him "They are looking for you outside, they need to consult something related to traditional fruits."

And without further ado, Zhongli gets up to continue his work, hoping one day to fulfill his fantasies with you.

[m1d-45]

renewed

summary: many things have changed in aether's life since he met you...

word count: 2.7k

-> warnings: n/a

-> gn reader (you/yours) + aether as traveller!

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

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aether isn’t quite human. at least not entirely, not anymore.

it could be argued that even prior to coming to teyvat, he and his sister weren’t entirely human. they were nearly always stronger than the native life wherever they traveled, never lingering long enough for an accurate portrait to be drawn. between their glittering wings and the razor sharp swords at their hips, it could be easily argued that from the perspective of the people they visited they could be called angels.

a few wrote legends about them. the gilded warriors with shimmering swords that blinded as they slashed, so in step with each other that it was as if they were one being. the saviors, the adventurers, the peaceful giants, twin faces atop four wings apiece. lumine always managed to sneak away a copy of these legends, and they privately laughed over the artwork at their camp that night.

“we don’t look that intimidating, do we?”

“i’m fairly certain-… hang on, is that a tail?”

“that’s supposed to my hair, i think.”

“no no, look. it connects lower, here.”

“…by the stars-”

they didn’t see themselves that way, though. they were simply twins, defined by the other in every sense. never apart for long, always stood side by side, trading swords before a dangerous fight as a promise to return them.

‘draw me with courage.’

‘wield me with valor.’

lumine and aether and aether and lumine. they never fussed about the order, so long as they were together. call them whatever you’d like, insults or praise or a simple, tired request to leave, as long as it was both of them. they were all they had left. the other half of their life. to try and pry apart the seam would only result in bleeding hearts, limbs tangling together to at least die by the other’s side. even ‘twin’ was too simple a word to fit the entirety of their lives into. ‘twin’ implied a degree of separation, an impossible gap between them where wind would blow and the world would dig into, pushing them away like waves in a boat’s wake. ‘twin’ was too shallow a word, to bitter, too small to encompass everything they felt.

such fervent devotion could never be considered ‘human,’ for no human would ever live long enough to know the fear that came with knowing everything that swelled would eventually fall. no human would clutch so desperately to the twin pillars in their life—would ever consider basing their world upon two things. they’d call it foolish, even, for what would you do if one collapsed?

aether never liked that question. he didn’t like it when he and lumine first heard it, he didn’t like it when he and lumine heard it a second time, he didn’t like it anytime he and lumine heard it after that. he didn’t like it now, her sword slipping from his hands as he reached, his fingers barely brushing hers.

the unknown god laughed, and he barely had time to feel rage before the world closed in on him and his memory faded away.

aether and lumine. lumine and aether. she was always insistent upon his safety, but just this once he wished she wasn’t. living in whatever stasis she was in within that cube would certainly hurt less than this, bile rising in his throat at his failure.

somewhere in his mind, he knew that it logically wasn’t his fault. he remembered the layer of warmth that had surrounded him mid-battle, saw the reflection of understanding in lumine’s eyes. it wasn’t technically his fault, he didn’t ask to be saved, ignoring that it was his own actions that led to his god’s blessing. perhaps if he wasn’t so strict about the time of his prayer he wouldn’t have to be alone on this beach, though there was no way to find out. the sand stretched on either side, and though it wasn’t infinite, he had not left the immediate area around where he’d first woken up. to move was to move on, to leave, to accept that his world had shattered into a thousand little fragments and to give up on picking them off the floor. he couldn’t leave. to leave was to surrender to this new fate. to leave was to forget about his sister, to forget about his self, to forget about the half of his life he never imagined he could lose.

family and faith. to lose his gods favor was a threat he could live with, as there would only be himself to blame. but his sister?

if he hadn’t fished up paimon, he’s not certain he would have eaten the fish that came up instead.

she was bright, bubbly, at least after coughing up an impossible amount of seawater. she thanked him profusely while wringing out her hair, insisting on helping him in return because “it’s only fair!” as if he wasn’t three times her weight (save her magic) and and ten times as strong.

and he let her. he’s not sure why, but he did. he watched her fumble to catch crabs, ending up covered in sand, and managed a weak smile. it was for her, he told himself, spearing three with a sword that wasn’t his, helping her arrange driftwood into a measly campfire. he hardly felt hungry despite being on the beach for what had to be a few months in local time, but she was so insistent that he have some.. it was for her benefit. he just had to get her somewhere safe, then… then…

“so, where are you from?”

aether looked up from his barely-touched meal, meeting her eyes. they were so wide and earnest, too trusting for someone that just met him.

not that he had any ill intentions. no, lumine would always joke that the day he was willingly rude to another would be the day the sky turned red—something that had been the case on one of the planets they’d visited, much to her delight.

aether turned back to the fire, pushing aside the memory. “another planet.” his voice was hoarse and his throat scratched with salt from attempting to drink the seawater earlier, which was not as potable as he’d hoped. “i flew here with my sister.”

“you have a sister?” paimon looked around, though they both knew she wouldn’t find anything. “where is she?”

aether swallowed salt and bile, taking another bite of his crab just to stall. “how about we talk in the morning?”

she let the topic drop.

he didn’t sleep that night, lending her his scarf as a pillow and keeping watch. she didn’t wake when the moon erased the shadows in the sand, or when the sun first crested the sea, or when the sky fully lightened to a pale blue, birdsong filling the air. one of the remnants from the fire found its way into his hand, reaching out to gently shake her awake. her eyes were heavy and she covered her mouth as she yawned, aether looking away before his own could water.

he drew nothing in the sand as she asked her questions—who are you, where’d you come from, who are you missing, what happened to her, why didn’t you do anything?—sketching out mountains and seas he wiped away as soon as they took form. he spoke for much longer than he meant to, his words pulled out as if they were tied to some invisible string.

when was the last time he was alone for this long?

paimon listened intently, brows drawn and frowning deeply, watching as he carved twin—twin, separated by time and space—stars into the sand. “so… what you’re trying to say is that you fell here… from another world? but when you wanted to leave, to go on to the next world, your path was blocked by some unknown god?”

wow, he wanted to snark, i didn’t know there was an echo out here! but the chance never came. magic gripped him by the throat and his eyes went wide in panic, his mouth shaping words he didn’t choose to say by force. he didn’t want to say what someone else told him to. he didn’t know what was going on. he was being pulled at some ghost’s whims, walking stiffly across the sand. it did not skid from beneath his feet, nor pull his balance one way or another. it was solid as stone, leading him up the beach without warning, without knowledge of why or when it would stop.

when was the last time he was this helpless?

(lumine.)

he stumbled across the shore on uncoordinated limbs, fighting fruitlessly. ahead, slime bubbled up from where the sand met the sea, but the ghost did not stop. mist coagulated into a pale blue blob with hazy spots for eyes, and only then was he allowed to stop. paimon yelped and ducked behind him, a familiar weight sinking into his hand. the slime had barely the chance to turn and see him, jerking up as if surprised, when his arm slashed forward.

a sword. not his sword, not lumine’s sword, but a sword, pulled from nowhere, the dull blade hacking at the blob of its own will until the sludge dispersed and sunk back into the sand. a soft mist lingered above the sand, but he was pulled forward without care or remorse. he didn’t even know if it would have hurt him.

weight hit him between the shoulders, cold spreading over his skin and absorbing into his skin. energy buzzed beside his ear, his earring humming with neither outlet nor conduit. were he anyone else, he would have been afraid, but he recognized the buzz. all at once, he understood. all at once, the weak puppetry was vindicated, his muscles relaxing and letting it happen. your energy sank into him, and he let himself stop worrying.

if you were here, he’d be okay. if you were here, you could fix this.

if you were here, he could find his sister, and everything would be okay again.

aether was not human. not entirely, not anymore, and he knew the people of mondstat could tell. you had stayed to guide his body for a week, alternating between helping the knights with dvalin and exploring the plains of mondstat. he was weak and your grip was frail, his attacks uncoordinated and clumsy, but you were there. you understood. the cavalry captain gave him a long stare as they exited his domain, a mix of curiosity and disbelief swirling in his one eye.

when you finally left, you did so in the middle of mondstat square. a physical weight lifted from his shoulders, the anemo he’d absorbed turning from calm and controlled to pushing at the edges of his form, trying to make him give. the anemo archon approached, soothing the wind with a wave of his hand, pulling him along for a drink and a chat. his knees did not want to bend without your command, his mind fraying a bit from continued exposure.

“how interesting, that you’re still standing after a week without rest,” the bartender remarked, the glass in his hands obviously an excuse to keep them above the bar. “what’s your name, outlander?”

he did not think of his own name. no, when he went to answer, he thought of the name you had given him, the one you whispered as you sheltered him from the unknown god’s wrath. it was not his, but it was yours, and wasn’t that what he was asking for?

it took too long for him to answer. red eyes narrowed but eventually chalked it up to exhaustion, giving him directions he couldn’t hear. the captain led him to a room in the back, but he didn’t sleep that night, sitting at the window and searching for the thin sliver of stars.

he didn’t need to eat anymore. he could, certainly, and it tasted fine enough, but he didn’t exactly need to. he’d thought it odd, at first, that barbatos was healed strictly by the wind, but he understood now. he spent his free time sitting under vanessa’s tree, half-asleep as he waited for your return.

you were his source of energy, of will. you knew answers to problems he’d have given up on, and if you didn’t then you tried and tried and tried again until you got it right. you were the power that purified dvalin’s tears, you swept the wind to fix the holy lyre, you cleared the seals around decarabian’s tower. he was a medium, and he was happy with that. your presence waxed and waned, the lapses without you seeming to pass by in a blink.

a few of the knights worried for him, but he knew your vessels understood. none held as much of your power as him, none were as reliant on you, but they understood. they excused his oddities with a kind smile, paimon always at his side to make sure he didn’t waste away the day simply sitting in one spot. prior to coming to teyvat, the concept of elemental sight was something he was only vaguely familiar with. a few planets had some talented witches that could feel the flow of energy through the ground and grass, who could watch the mist in the air and predict the weather. he’d never experienced it himself before. now, the world lit up as his eyes took on a teal sheen, your power mixing with the anemo within him to grant him insight. the world was so vibrant, even the most mundane sights capturing his attention. how could he not stare? if he had it his way he’d always view your creations like this.. but whenever paimon snapped him out of it he’d come out of it with a headache, not to mention his staring tended to be off-putting to those around.

a lot of his new behaviors were. when within your control, he moved stiffly, with repetitive motions forecast well in advance. you chose what he said, when and how he moved, you controlled the very flow of elements through his body. it was harder and harder to think for himself without you there and though paimon handled most of the conversation, there was only so much she could say.

“who are you looking for?” lumine. his sister. himself. the knowledge was there but his throat was closed, unwilling to move without your order.

“thank you for your help.” you’re welcome. don’t worry about it. it was nothing. all he could manage was a stiff nod, eyes flicking to the sky, counting the days until your return. he’d gotten a good grasp of your routine by now.

“who are you?” yours. a traveller. lumine’s. he could not blame those they ran across for their suspicion, even though he wanted to. could they not feel the remains of your presence lingering around him?

they had to go to the rite of decension soon. liyue was holding off, though, waiting for your arrival. they’d never dare to make you miss it, so aether felt no hurry to leave. he laid in the middle of windrise, staring up at the stars. he used to sit atop the knights’ headquarters, but it took too long for the lights of the city to turn out and he liked picking out the various constellations.

his was up there, somewhere. he didn’t have a vision like your other vessels, but he could feel it. it was written right beside your decision to save him and not lumine, alongside your actions in mondstat and everything you’d do in liyue. fate, you’d called it, well-acquainted and intertwined.

aether fell asleep on wet grass among cold wind. he did not get sick, nor was he attacked or otherwise hurt. why would he have been, anyway? your blood was in his veins; he had nothing at all to fear.

[jamimix]

Masterlist

Just so it'll be easier to navigate my stuff

Series:

Ain't this just a Dream? (SAGAU X Reader)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, ...

Lipstick 💄 (prompt)

Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Aether, Kazuha, Diluc, Lyney, Xiao

(for next year) Albedo, Childe, Lumine, Zhongli, Heizou

SAGAU:

Their God's Sibling

Imagine SAGAU: ~Imposter Au~ Useless Visions

One-shots:

Alone with You (Scaramouche x Reader)

Don't Blame Me Love Made Me Crazy~ (Scaramouche x Reader)

His Daily Need (Xiao x Reader)

Stuck in Delusion [Part 1 | Part 2] (Xiao x Reader)

In Your Loving Arms (Scaramouche x Reader)

A Motivation (Xiao x Reader)

Forest Vines (Tighnari x Reader)

Special Chapters for "I've Been Waiting..." - Quotev

Always There (Lumine x Reader)