#scaralumi scenarios

[viatrixia]

[1/3] Balladeer's Deception

pairing: scaramouche x lumine words: 2, 741 genre: fluff, tsundere!scaramouche, fight scene note: cross posted on ao3

series : part i. part ii. part iii.

Scaramouche realizes that flicking his wrist and sending Paimon flying several miles away in the heat of a battle just to get Lumine to himself might not turn out the way he wanted.

“Hey, watch it!” Scaramouche screams, barely dodging a mitachurl’s axe that came flying his way just as he was dealing his last blow against a group of hilichurls.

“Oops! Sorry!” Lumine hurriedly apologizes, a sheepish grin on her lips before she turns back to the axe-less mitachurl.

“Eeep! That axe almost got Paimon’s head!” Shrieks the floating silver haired lackey.

“You’re a whooping 20-feet away. You’re more than safe–Actually, what do you even do for the Traveler?” Scaramouche frowns.

“Hey! Paimon helped Lumine a lot throughout our journey! Paimon introduced Lumine to so many yummy recipes for us to cook when we had to sleep in the wild–”

“Yeah, yeah.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes as he picks his suddenly itchy ear.

He sits crossed-legged mid air, tuning out Paimon’s rambling and focuses on his blonde companion’s lithe figure side stepping the mitachurl’s bare-handed attack. Lumine has fought an ancient dragon, an underground lizard, faced off Abyss Heralds and even gone against an archon–Scaramouche’s own mother–yet there is no mistaking the excited grin on her face as she finishes off the mitachurl.

Lumine loves fights; she loves the breeze that caresses her skin as she lurches to deal a fatal blow on her enemies; she loves the weight of the sword as she swings it with reckless abandon; she lives for the thrill of not knowing whether she would end up beaten and bruised or victorious in a battle. 

Her feet touch the ground, soft wind currents cushioning her landing whilst a loud thump echoes in the air as a mitachurl thrice her size crashes against the cold hard dirt. The groan that follows after almost sounds like a begrudging acknowledgement of Lumine’s victory and a promise that next time, the outcome won’t be the same.

“It was a good fight for me too, friend.” Lumine agrees, her hand on her chest as she gives a final bow to the fallen mitachurl.

Scaramouche left eyebrow rises, “you understand those things? But then again, you understand this floating thing too.”

“H-hey! Paimon is Paimon! Paimon is different from those mean hilichurls!”

“The churls are living breathing beings as any other.” Lumine begins and Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

‘Here we go again.’ He complains mentally.

“And as living beings, we’ll always find a way to communicate…” She rambles on about how any opponent, human or otherwise, deserves to be honored in any fight as they walk (or she walks, whilst Scaramouche and Paimon floats along).

They end up getting ambushed by a group of fungi as they wander the seemingly never ending forest path–if this trail even leads anywhere. Scaramouche may or may not have flicked his finger and caused a wind current that flew a frantic Paimon a few miles away. 

But Lumine being Lumine gets worried that they haven’t found Paimon after 10 minutes of search and rescue post-fungi battle.

“She didn’t wander off and get lost, did she?” Lumine muses on her own, standing in front of a small stream with her arms crossed and her thinking face on.

Scaramouche isn’t too worried. The winds whisper to him of Lumine’s little companion’s safety–well, Scaramouche’s standards for Paimon’s safety aren't all too high. It’s enough that she’s not getting chased by a sumpter beast or eaten by a Rishboland tiger.

Never mind that he can faintly hear Paimon’s cries as she calls for Lumine.

“Or… have the fungi evolved enough to know how to kidnap hostages? At times like this, I really wish I have Tighnari’s knowledge of the forest, maybe it’s best to ask him for help to track down Paimon…” Lumine continues with her musing, not realizing the deepening frown in Scaramouche’s face.

‘Tighnari? That half-bred dog that was hanging around Lumine last time?’

“Fine,” Scaramouche sighs under his breath, coming up behind Lumine without her even noticing her presence.

‘She’s an excellent fighter but she lets her guard down too easily in the presence of an ally.’ He muses to himself but doesn’t think to bring it up because in some ways, his heart melts at the thought of her trusting him this much. 

“Hold on tight.” Scaramouche wraps an arm around Lumine’s body and the two lurch towards the sky. 

The motion is so sudden that Lumine ends up unconsciously clinging to Scaramouche, her arms tightly hugging his neck, her chest flushed against his and her natural scent overwhelming his senses.

She smells like the wind in a flowerfield.

“Whoa…” She breathes out at the magnificent sight of the expanding greenery beneath them; trees that grow up to 200 ft and vines that climb up old damp barks in symbiome

“So this is the power of a god.” She murmurs seemingly to herself before turning to said god who’s holding her with a sparkle in her eyes, “we can find Paimon easier this way.”

Scaramouche resists the urge to grimace as though the name of the flying anomaly physically hurts his ears. But if it makes Lumine that happy to be reunited with that floating creature…

“The winds are saying she’s somewhere north,” He says simply and lets the current lead them towards the deeper parts of the forest where it’s known to host streaks of Rishboland tigers.

“Isn’t that where the Rishboland tigers live? Do you think Paimon’s alright?” Lumine’s eyebrows join together.

In the distant rainforest, a fairy-like creature shrieks as she levitates just inches higher from her original position, enough to escape a Rishboland tiger’s claws but barely. She whimpers, “L-Lumine, where are you when Paimon needs you most?! Save Pai-AH!” She survives the wild creature’s claws for the second time with her wits and her will.

The traveler, unaware of the struggles that befell her companion, continues to worry, “if they get to her first, it’s going to be hard to find another emergency food…” 

The screws in Scaramouche’s brains came to a stop as though needing oiling. When the blond traveler’s words finally sink in, Scaramouche bursts out into laughter. He knew the duo had a running inside joke about food but he’d never, in a million years, thought that the soft, too-selfless-for-her-own-good traveler would refer to the floating creature as rations especially given how she’s been the peacemaker between him and said emergency food all this time.

“Just when I thought I knew you…” Scaramouche mutters to himself, knowing full well that the gust of wind blowing past them would mute out his words.

They reach an area where an ambush of Rishboland tigers crowd around, their tails languidly moving from side to side, some watch with curiosity while some leap into the air, their paws extended towards a floating object from afar.

“A-ah, g-good kitty…” The floating object stammers as a tiger larger than the rest–supposedly the alpha–approaches it in a calm yet intimidating fashion.

“C-c-c-ome on, P-Paimon isn’t even that delicious.” The object barely manages to form a coherent sentence.

“Paimon!” 

Almost as Celestia finally looked upon her with mercy, Paimon hears a familiar stern yet warm voice calling her name. A second after that, something white falls from the sky in front of her, forming a barrier between her and the alpha.

The familiar blond before her almost makes her want to cry.

“L-Lumine…” She sobs.

“Stay back, Paimon.” Lumine instructs, a wind vortex slowly forming under her palm.

In a matter of seconds, she directs the vortex towards the approaching tiger and the rest of its kind flying into tree branches and dispersing away with a menacing hiss.

“Whew.” Lumine sighs, wiping off the sweat from her forehead as she sheathes her sword.

Paimon comes running into the blond’s arms, sobbing like a child who had a nightmare. Lumine’s face falls at the thought of Paimon having to fend off the tigers all by herself. 

Scaramouche does not not feel emotions. If he truly felt nothing as a puppet, then he would not have agreed to join the Fatuis nor hold resentments for his mother. But to say he swore off picking on the silver anomaly would be a lie. He holds no remorse for what happened to the floating intelligence. She didn’t even have a scratch on her body–all that was just an act to get Lumine to hold her in those sturdy yet gentle arms, he’s sure of it.

It takes a while for Paimon’s cries to fall into sobs and then finally, soft sniffles as she falls asleep next to Lumine in front of the fire. All the while, Scaramouche discreetly grumbles to himself about how sly the floating creature is–she managed to monopolize Lumine all to herself. 

The last thing he remembers is seeing the sight of Lumine’s wavy bangs swaying against her face and the orange hue of the fire warming her pale skin. Her golden eyes appear more amber as she soothes Paimon with kind words, her hand patting the silver haired creature’s back gently.

But the crackle of the fire slowly turns into a mechanical sound of rusted screws dragging against a rough surface while thunder echoes from somewhere in the distance. The fire he was staring at is long gone and in front of him, is nothing but endless darkness.

Scaramouche sighs. He’s been here one too many times.

“Why… did you abandon us?” A scratchy voice asks from every direction.

Scaramouche doesn’t bother answering, he doesn’t even react.

All of a sudden, light pierces through a hollow from the ceiling, revealing the crouched body in a white yukata standing 20 feet from him.

“You… you promised you’d make them pay!” The vassal’s head snaps up, its black, pupil-less eyes somehow manage to stare right into his violet ones and send shivers down his spine. Its deep purple hair brushes against its porcelain skin, its body making cracking sounds with every movement of its joints… as if it wore itself out all these years. 

He wished that the times he’s seen this… this thing has made it easier for him. But it never does. He’s staring right at himself–or, the part of him that crawled out of the failed experiments belonging to his mother. Lost, vengeful and devastated.

“Things… things are different now…” He finds himself trying to appease this creature’s wrath.

“Ha! How different do you think it is? Until their mortal bodies fall and decay? How many times must we be abandoned for you to see?”

“Lumine isn’t like the others.” He finally says, stern.

The creature scoffs. “She is a creature of another world, once she finds her kin, she will waste no time in setting course to another world. And we –we will be abandoned yet again.”

The creature cackles, its joints cracking as it tosses its head back.

“Scaramouche. Scaramouche– Zephyr !” 

The wanderer’s eyes snap open to find a pair of golden pools staring at him, distraught. The scent of wind in a flowerfield pierces his senses, forcing him to focus only on the woman in front of him. He feels warm–too warmed by the fire that seems to still be dancing in full vigor. The resounding laughter is now but a distant echo in his mind. 

“What, did you have a nightmare? Want me to cuddle you to sleep?” He wants to smirk like he usually does but for some reason he feels too tired to do that so it ends up looking as if he is genuinely asking.

That turns out to be a mistake. Lumine’s worry stricken face morphs into one that of anger.

“Worry about yourself! You were thrashing in your sleep, your face was so scary… and… and you were saying my name.” Her expression returns to anxiousness as she recalls the scene that woke her up.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“That’s not the point here, Zephyr.” She seldom uses the nickname she gives him though he wishes she would.

But that makes this situation even more dire than he thought.

“I must’ve scared you, sorry.” 

“That’s not it either.” 

Lumine’s face contorts into an unexplainable cypher, she looks as if she wishes to say more but instead she sits next to him, raises his head and places it on her lap. Scaramouche freezes as if he’s been hit by the icy frost of cryo slimes.

But he recovers a second later and curls his body into a fetal position–he may not be able to ugly-cry like a certain floating intelligence but if a showing his vulnerable side after a nightmare is what will raise pity for him in Lumine’s books, swallowing his pride and acting like a scared little puppy is a small price to pay for salvation.

He thought being able to lay his head on Lumine’s soft thighs is the most he’d get out of the nightmare but her lithe fingers begin to stroke the strands of his hair. Every time her finger tips touch his scalp, he feels an electrifying current run down his spine and settles deep within his bones. Perhaps, if he had an organ to pump blood to his veins, this would be equivalent to what people would describe as a racing heart.

“You know… you don’t have to act tough anymore… you don’t have to hold it in. If something annoys you, you can vent to me. If something makes you sad, you can cry with me. If something disturbs your sleep, you can wake me up and I’ll do everything I can to soothe you.”

“I’m no child. Some nightmare isn’t going to make me cry and weep and ask you to check every shadow for monsters.”

‘Because the real monster is within me.’

“Still, isn’t it nice to have someone lay with you to talk to on nights like this?”

“Well, every night is ‘nights like this.’”

Lumine’s fingers go motionless at his words but he simply murmurs ‘don’t stop, it feels nice’ and the gentle motion of lithe fingers combing through his hair resumes.

“When did you start having these nightmares?’

“I was already having them after I became transient but it got worse after achieving godhood–the ghost of my past self seeking a promise I made to myself long ago… It makes sure I don’t forget.”

They fall silent for a moment, only the sound of running water nearby and the nightly creatures fill the air.

“Sing for me, traveler.” His way of speaking makes it sound like an order but the subtle tremble in his voice tells her that it isn’t easy for him to open up to her like this.

These are the things only Lumine knows about Scaramouche.

“I’m not much of a balladeer… so don’t blame me if one of your eardrums bursts.”

Scaramouche makes a sound between a chuckle and a scoff, as though agreeing to her terms.

So she begins to hum a tune; one that reminds her of the folklore she heard somewhere in the past about wandering souls finding one another through the whispers of the winds. Her melodic voice seems to calm his nerves and soothe the knotted strings within the hollow of his chest. The owls and crickets accompany her singing like an orchestra. Squirrels peek from within the tree trunks as though curious which of its forest dwelling kin owns such an angelic voice.

The mellow, tilting song comes to an end with the story of the wandering souls returning to the winds as they reach the end of their lives.

“Hmm. Not bad.” Scaramouche remarks.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet? I’m not singing another song.” Lumine responds, a playfully annoyed tone wrapped around her words.

“I’m scared of falling asleep. I need something to hold… like a life sized pillow–ow.” 

Scaramouche’s head hits the hard ground as Lumine abruptly stands up, looking down at him with an unfazed expression.

“Seems like you’ve calmed down enough to be cracking jokes, I’m going to sleep.” She walks across him to her original spot and lies down next to a snoring Paimon, her back on him.

Scaramouche folds his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow, staring at the vast galaxy–the skies may be fake but they Celestia did an excellent job at replicating the intricacies of the stars and the cosmos.

He lets his eyelids flutter shut as he trails off, “perhaps another time…”

To get the traveler to agree to let him hold her while they sleep, he means.

[qu-oi]

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WELCOME!!! :)

This is my first roleplay blog, I was inspired after seeing many other amazing ones like it! Don't worry though, I'm an excellent writer! ...when I'm not braindead, anyway. Don't think twice about sending an ask or a dm to me! I love talking to anyone! <3

More about me!

Hello! You can call me Chae.

Hey, hey, hey! Come and talk to me! I won't turn you down. I would love to have more Genshin friends, and maybe even join a roleplay group! ^^

If you want to friend me on Genshin or something like PlayStation or Nintendo just dm me because I'm way over the friend list limit, haha!

I'm a total nerd, geek, weeb, whatever you wanna call it. I am and have been in too many fandoms to name, so if you wanna talk about stuff other than Genshin, let's! That goes for any sorta media, video games, animanga, shows, music, animation, or random stuff, the list goes on.

Hm, I can't think of much else. I like to cook, bake, read, and draw among other things. Playing and/or watching sports is NOT one of them. I don't like shrimp. I walk a lot, but I just started driving recently. School always has me on a tight leash, aaand I get flustered pretty easily.

I think that does it for an introduction!

Rules, I guess?

I'm not that picky, but there are some boundaries.

1.) I'm not 18+, so suggestive and borderline stuff is okay but keep it reasonable alright? I'm a sucker for romance.

2.) On the topic of romance, I LOVE SHIPPING! So go wild! Especially with Lumine. Here are some of my favorites: Scaralumi, Lynlumi, Xiaolumi, Venlumi, Heilumi, Kazulumi + others (with and without Lumine).

3.) I don't really know how roleplay etiquette on Tumblr works, so please try to be patient as I learn, haha (any guidance would be super appreciated)!

4.) Depending on who you are, you either have the 100% right to rush me in a response or not LOL- if I get any friends here don't hesitate to push me for a reply.

5.) C'mon just don't be shy and have fun! I want to be involved in many creative things for this fandom and maybe help some people here smile.

6.) If you give me a super cute RP idea or scenario I'l will like, totally draw it. I'm going to include some of my own art on here.

Stuff to know:

Although I've been playing since version 1.0 basically, I'm not past the Liyue Archon quest. ^^; Horrible, terrible, unforgivable! I know...

I don't have Inazuma or Sumeru unlocked, so I know close to nothing about any of those regions outside of Kazuha and Scaramouche back stories (yeah, I have favorites, perhaps even a type. Can you tell lol?). But I have been playing through Fontaine's Archon quest, so hooray! 🎉

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I'll try to not let it affect any of Lumine's responses, but I am clueless so inevitably so is she, teehee.

Tags are as follows!

#. ooc = Out of character, not an answer from Lumine.

#. lumine = Lumine's answers!

#. star art = The art I'll make of cute scenes, eventually.

#. retrace = Reblogs yeaaa. B-)

Well, I hope I didn't miss anything. If you ever have questions you want to ask about me or roleplay just let me know! ✩

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[viatrixtravels-a]

Ship Bias

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

// I am such a sucker for the tension which Wanlumi/Scaralumi provides hnnnーー

With most other ships Lumine is either protective over her S/O or she gets all uwuwu and flustered around them, but not with these two, haha.

They're constantly at each other's throats and getting into arguments but there's also a lot of low key romantic/sexual tension between them. 👀

I just imagine a scenario where it's like:

"Fuck you."

"Well, fuck you too."

"...So, my bed or yours?"

[viatrixia]

[2/3] Traveler's Purpose

pairing: scaramouche x lumine [ft. childe] words: 2, 759 genre: fluff, tsundere!scaramouche, fight scene note: cross posted on ao3

series : part i. part ii. part iii.

In which Childe crosses paths with a certain blonde fighter who he has been dying to meet again. Except she’s not alone.

“Lumine, I left you for one hot minute and you picked up a street rat as your new pet?”

“Ajax, I don’t want to fight you but I will if you insist on taking Scaramouche with you.”

The thought of a foreseeable battle against this otherworldly warrior excites him. Before this, he didn’t think there was anything that could rile him up as much as a one-on-one, all out fight between him and Lumine. But seeing Scaramouche’s tilted smirk brings up emotions he can’t explain.

The traitor he is seeking is standing behind Lumine and far too close for his liking.  Scaramouche is milking every drop of privilege that comes with being the Traveler’s new companion.

“L-Lumine. Please be careful…” Paimon stammers. 

Even the ever chatty floating intelligence senses the tangible tension strum in the air. She occasionally bears witness to Lumine’s battles but none were easy to watch. Sometimes the fights end up drawing blood, sometimes it ends with Lumine fainting for days and other times she comes out barely alive.

Yet Paimon understands more than anyone how alive Lumine becomes as she dances with her sword in precise yet languid movements. Lumine shines the brightest when she fights for the people she holds dear.

Tartaglia regrettably knows this too.

And currently, the person she is defending so fiercely is none other than this miscreant deserter. The idea of Scaramouche being in such close proximity with Lumine leaves a foul taste in the Delusion bearer’s mouth.

“I’ve fought a lot of strong people since our last battle and lost to none… Shall we see if I’ve improved?” Childe’s voice deepens as he feels the claws of darkness wrap around his body in an almost suffocating fashion.

His long fingers trace the hard ridges of the scarlet mask bestowed upon him by his Archon. In one swift motion, he pulls the mask onto his face.

Invisible hands which only he can see reach out to him as though appearing from a tear in another space; from the land of darkness to pull him back into the deepest pit of hell. Yet they never do–they only ever hover over, whispering an impending premonition; a prophesied end to his legacy. 

The day Tartaglia, the war weapon of the Cryo Archon, falls from grace will soon come, but that day is not today.

With one swing of his double edged spear, the hands and the voices disappear as thought blown away by the sheer force of his Delusive powers.

Wind currents softly blow in the air, causing Lumine’s hair to sway gently against her skin. Tartaglia knows that this isn’t an ordinary breeze. She’s calling for the winds to aid her in this fight. The violet sparks in between her fingers tells him that there’s more elements at play than he initially thought.

‘Has she mastered using more than one element at the same time?’ He muses in amazement.

“It’s not too late to hand over the traitor.” He says as his own spear hisses with an electrifying whir. 

“Tell the Tsaritsa I said ‘ kindly, fuck off’ .” Lumine’s liquid gold eyes glistening underneath the azure skies. Her other hand comes to grasp the hilt of the sword in a secure yet combative grip. Wind currents propel her forward as an electrifying violet glow engulf her blade.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.” Childe blocks her attack with an easy gait and thrusts forward with his lance only for Lumine to evade him by a few millimeters each time as though she’s memorized his favorite moves since their last fight.

One strike could cost Lumine her life yet the lustrous glint in her eyes only gets brighter. A whirlwind forms underneath Lumine’s palm, pulling fallen twigs, pebbles and blades of grass within its core. Once the whirlwind begins to make a screeching sound like that of a thousand birds, does she release her hold, directing it towards her masked opponent. 

The whirlpool creeps towards Childe as it grows in size. Tree branches sway. Any signs of forest creatures that peeked through hallowed trunks have long run for shelter. 

Childe curses underneath his breath. This isn’t looking too good for him too fast. Everything around him is being sucked into the maelstrom gifted to him by his favorite Traveler. 

His eyesight is hindered by the green and brown and dirt flying around everywhere. He can feel himself getting pulled into the turbulent force.

“Maybe I spoke too soon.” He joked, nervous laughter and wildly beating heart.

“That, you did, Ajax.” Lumine smiles as she lurches into the heart of the vortex, completely ignoring the cut on her cheek and exposed skin from a flying tree branch and pebbles.

“Lumine!” Both Paimon and Scaramouche screams at the same time–even for an Anemo bearer and a floating creature, anyone in their right mind would think that jumping headfirst into a turbulent maelstrom is suicide.

All of a sudden, streaks of lighting begin to strike from the core of the whirlpool before it completely disperses, sending the stones and branches flying into every direction. Scaramouche lifts one hand up, creating his own wind current to block an arm-sized tree branch flying in his direction. For a moment, everything comes to a standstill as though time has stopped.

It takes a while for Paimon and Scaramouche’s eyes to adjust to the scene before them. In the midst of the chaos, Childe has morphed into his Foul Legacy, barely blocking the electrified strike of Lumine’s blade. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Childe bellows, leaping backwards to create a distance between them and summons an explosive wave of ocean within a five mile radius.

“Shit.” Lumine curses, darting to her left, barely dodging the full effects of the Delusion bearer’s Riptide effects.

She feels a searing hotness on her arm where the wave managed to touch her, the violet markings of Childe’s Riptide beginning to etch in her skin. Not that she doesn’t know that evading it is impossible but it’s better than taking on the full force of its waves.

“Surrender is a valid option, Traveler.” Childe offers, arms outstretched on both sides like a saint welcoming a sinner into his embrace.

“As if!” Lumine vehemently shouts.

“You never do know when to give up.” Childe sighs as a hydro whale manifests behind him, twirling forward as though the entire air space is its domain.

Lumine’s free hand hovers over the ground as the earth begins to quake and rises into a wall, blocking the whale’s attacks. She sends a whirlpool in the whale’s direction, breaking down the water molecules into tiny droplets and redirects it towards Childe.

Having faced the same move once, he easily cuts through the vortex with his arrow. Yet once his vision clears, he realizes that the Traveler has managed to evade his line of sight. Childe’s heart begins to race–if there’s one thing he’s held onto as a fighter of the Fatui, it’s that one should never lose sight of one’s opponent.

And for that, he pays the price dearly.

“Surrender,” Lumine’s soft yet stern voice whispers in the wind yet she is nowhere to be seen, “is a valid option, Ajax.” 

By the time he notices a shadow over his head, a gust of wind comes crashing into him in every direction, sending him off balance. Childe barely manages to pull his arms over his face as the glint of Lumine’s sword blinks in his face. And he finds himself on the ground, armored gloves shattered and mask sporting a diagonal crack across his face. The skies remain an azure blue color, as though undisturbed and unobstructed by the fierce battle that occurred underneath.

It hasn’t hit yet but he’s sure that at least one of his bones is broken and though he doesn’t feel the sting, he’s lucid enough to feel the warmth in his left arm which he thinks is caused by a ghastly cut.

The bright skies get obscured by a shadow–a goddess with liquid golden eyes as she bends over.

“Are you still alive?” 

This goddess has a way with words.

“What a morbid thing to say.” Childe wants to laugh but it only comes out as a wheeze.

“Can you stand? You don’t look too good.”

Childe grunts, causing Lumine’s face to contort in worry.

“Need a hand?” She extends her left hand that’s covered in fresh cuts.

“Thanks.” Childe reaches out… only to be forcefully pulled by a different, more masculine hand.

“Don’t mention it.” Scaramouche grunts, grimacing as if he’s touching dirt.

Childe almost wants to puke but instead he wills himself to smile at his former comrade-turned-traitor. He barely has the energy to keep himself standing. That, and he has a feeling that if he swings the first punch, he’ll end up giving Scaramouche a reason to send him flying halfway across Sumeru’s forest and Lumine won’t fault him for it.

The golden Traveler blinks, watching the two interact, her extended hand falling to her side since it’s clearly not needed anymore.

‘They’re more civilized than I thought they’d be. Maybe deep down they still think of each other as comrades!’ The thought makes Lumine smile unknowingly.

Scaramouche turns on his heels, hands cupping Lumine’s face ever so softly–it’s almost as though the person who was grimacing at Childe was just a mirage; a trick his mind is playing on him.

“You’re hurt.” He says curtly though there’s no mistaking the warmth in his touch.

Lumine feels her body turning into a statue. Her cheeks, where the Wanderer’s hands are, are hot and red for some reason.

“B-but not as bad as Ajax. C-come to think of it we should get him treated–”

“I’m not talking about Tartaglia.” Scaramouche cuts her off. “I’m talking about you. Just because one person got bulldozed by a sumpter beast and another got struck by a boar, doesn’t mean one deserves less medical attention than the other.”

Lumine thinks that if there’s such a thing as dying from voluntary suffocation, then this must be it. Her breath hitches and gets stuck in her throat. She can’t seem to remember how to breathe.

In that moment, a disgruntled groan erupts from Childe’s lips.

“Ow–ugh–ow-ow-ow-ow-ow–I think my ankle is broken.” 

“Ajax!”

Lumine being Lumine takes a second to register what’s happening and in a blink of an eye, she’s on Childe’s side, placing his arm around her shoulder and supporting his weight. 

“Lean on me, I’ll help you walk…” She instructs, the boulder lying five feet away being their destination.

Once Childe is seated on the sturdy slab of rock, Lumine kneels down with her flying companion panicking. She begins taking off Childe’s left shoe where purple and red mars his ankle.

“I’m no healer but I know enough to relieve the swelling.” Lumine murmurs, face scrunched into a mixture of guilt and worry.

“I think I have a gash on my arm too, Lumine.” The ginger haired Fatui whimpers.

“Paimon, light a fire and boil some water… Scaramouche, can you hunt for fowls and gather some sweet flowers?”

“F-fire? The last time Paimon tried to light a fire, she almost burned down the entire forest b-but Paimon can do this–after all, Lumine taught Paimon how to light a fire properly after that time.” The silver haired creature nods once she sees the dire expression on Lumine’s face.

Scaramouche’s eyebrow twitches as he stands in his original spot–the spot Lumine left him in–and places a hand on his hip.

In the midst of the chaos, he notices Tartaglia’s sneaky grin directed at him. It takes everything in Scaramouche not to march over there, grab the grinning ginger by the collar and send him flying all the way to Sumeru City where there would certainly be a doctor to treat his overexaggerated wounds.

But the Anemo vision bearer steels himself. If he did that, Lumine would be wrought by a greater sense of guilt and would likely go all the way to the City to search for Childe just to make sure that he’s alright and is getting treated.

Scaramouche sighs, willing the winds to propel him upwards to a level where birds would most likely be. 

“If she’s going to be this bothered, she shouldn’t have challenged him to a battle. I could take care of it myself.” He mumbles to himself.

Scaramouche eventually catches three dusk birds, holding them upside down by their feet while his other hand holds a handful of bright yellow flowers in a death grip… it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t envisioning gripping Tartaglia’s neck like how he’s gripping the flowers. But nobody needs to know that. Especially not Lumine.

By the time he returns, Childe has somehow stripped down to his pants, revealing his chiseled upper torso whilst Lumine is tending to his wounds.

Scaramouche’s heart fills with pride as he sees the bruises on the ginger’s body. Lumine may seem too compassionate for her own good but she never pulls her punches, even when she’s up against someone she shares a camaraderie with.

“Ah–I’m really not joking, it hurts.” Childe grumbles as Scaramouche gets closer.

“Then I take it, you'll send my regards to the Tsaritsa.” Lumine says calmly as she holds a hand over a bruised spot on Childe’s shoulder, water forming underneath her fingertips. It seems she too has sniffed out Childe’s over exaggerated wolf cries. 

At the mention of the Tsaritsa and Lumine’s unwavering conviction to stand by her new found companion, Scaramouche feels the familiar electrifying spark run through his body.

There’s a boiling pot several feet from them but he ambles towards the two fighters and drops the dead carcasses onto the ginger’s lap. Blood and all.

“Agh!”

“Eat. They’ll help you recover faster.” Scaramouche smiles a sickly sweet smile.

“You’re fucking with me.” Childe plainly says, glaring at the dark haired boy as though he’s on his last string of patience.

“They need to be cooked first.” Lumine pushes herself up from her kneeling position and picks up the hunt.

She says it so casually because she’s used to explaining the basics to her new found companion thinking that he was simply ignorant of the way humans live. Scaramouche never bothered to correct her or tell her that he too, once lived amongst the mortals and did mortal things. He loves hearing her explain things to him.

Lumine finds a riverstream closeby and begins plucking off the feathers of the birds. Scaramouche crouches next to her, staring at her apt fingers moving swiftly like a seasoned hunter.

“We’re not taking him with us, are we?” He asks, eyeing the half naked Fatui who’s watching them from where they left him like a hawk. Gone is the playful boyish side of him now that Lumine’s not looking.

“You’re giving me too much credit than I deserve.” Lumine moves on to the second bird.

“Hm?” 

“I’m not that generous. Just because I caused most of Ajax’s wounds and proceeded to treat him doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten the threat he poses on you.” 

Then her golden eyes shine dazzlingly underneath the sun as they meet his. As though she’s saying that she full well remembers the purpose of the fight and he is her purpose. Scaramouche can only blink, for if he tried to speak words would fail him over and over again because there are no words that could describe what he’s feeling right now. 

Before he can make heads or tails of the pulsating sparks coursing through his entire being, Lumine is already standing up and heading towards where the ginger Fatui is.

The corners of Scaramouche’s lips tilt into an unrestrained smile. He pushes himself up, following a few feet behind Lumine.

And his smile widens, hinted with a trace of smugness, when he meets Tartaglia’s arched eyebrows.

“Ah, Scaramouche, can you help take off the lid?” She throws her glance over her shoulders where said boy is.

“Sure thing, Lumine.” He easily agrees.

“Oh, I forgot to wash the sweet flowers.”

“I can–” Ajax chirps up.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

“Thank you, Zephyr.”

Lumine beams, kneeling in front of the pot and placing the fowls into the boiling water, unbeknownst to her, Tartaglia’s expression darkens when he hears Scaramouche’s nickname whilst the owner of said nickname makes a quick turn, finger on his cheek and pulling his lower eyelid as he sticks his tongue out at the ginger.

[viatrixia]

[3/3] Wanderer's Wanderment

pairing: scaramouche x lumine words: 2, 767 genre: fluff, tsundere!scaramouche note: cross posted on ao3

series : part i. part ii. part iii.

Tighnari offers to give a class on all-things-Avidya-Forest but Scaramouche decides to play hooky.

He may or may not have known that the Traveler would come looking for him.

“Hold on one second.” Tighnari instructs as he climbs up a tree, grasping onto its branch when he’s high enough and swings himself onto the branch of another, much taller tree.

 Tighnari thrusts a knife into the tree with a violet blue mushroom attached to the juncture between the branch and the bark. He begins aptly cuts off the mushroom with one hand whilst the other holds onto the knife embedded into the tree. 

“Wow.” Lumine and Paimon clap in unison as they watch Tighnari press his foot against the mousy bark, effectively dislodging the knife whilst propelling himself into the air with a backflip and landing perfectly on his toes.

“That was impressive, teacher! As expected from the best forest ranger in the whole of Sumeru!” Collei gushes whilst the blonde Viatrix nods.

Scaramouche doesn’t miss the way the half-breed’s tail sways when he hears the standing ovation from the ever so kind Traveler and her easily impressed companion. 

“Yeah, Paimon would’ve never been able to do that even if Paimon practiced really hard.” The silver, floating creature adds in affirmation.

“Oh, it was nothing. Paimon, if you really want to, you can train with Collei as a forest-ranger-in-training. You’ll be able to climb trees in no time.” Tighnari chuckles as he approaches them.

“Ah- Uh… P-Paimon’s sure Paimon should leave the forest rangering to the experts.” 

“This is boring.” Scaramouche grumbles to himself.

He is the only one leaned up against a tree several feet away, arms crossed over his chest. His head hangs low, eyes closed as though he’s resting his eyes yet his mind is wide awake.

“Kicking it before trying it, Paimon?” Lumine teases as shoots her silver haired companion a playful smirk.

Well, if there’s one good thing that comes out of this pointless ‘101 Herbs and Shrooms for Dummies’ class, it’s Lumine’s high spirits and the luminescent cosmos in her eyes. 

Just as she is eager to go up against an indestructible opponent, she is also eager to sip the essence of knowledge any kind soul is willing to offer. 

Much to Scaramouche’s dismay, that kind soul who must look like an angel is this half-breed, humble-bragging pup.

“This is the Rukkhashava Mushroom. It grows in layers like a sea of clouds in isolation and on the highest point of a tree. That’s why it’s precious and Sumerians only take it if they absolutely need it for medical or research purposes. It has various uses if you cook it correctly, Tandoori Roast Chicken will boost your agility so you could fight better, a Potato Boat will help speed up your recovery if you get sick or hurt. Here, Traveler, it might come in handy on your journey.”

“Are you sure?” Lumine blinks, staring at the blue and violet hued fungus as though it’s a cherished gift.

“Mhm.” Tighnari nods.

The trace of rosiness on the half-breed’s cheeks is the final straw for Scaramouche. He pushes himself off the tree he’s been leaning on and treads further into the forest. He ends up taking on a group of fungi–he didn’t mean to, in fact, he couldn’t be bothered to care about some petty enemies. But he also wouldn’t stand and let them hit him with their Dendro bullets.

Scaramouche sighs, kneeling and gathering the spores and crystalline dusts that mark their trail in their haste to escape him. He doesn’t feel a strong inclination for them but Lumine always gathers them. ‘In case we need them’ she’d always say.

“It’s stupid.” Scaramouche grumbles under his breath.

This class. The green haired archer who looks at the half-breed like he’s some God. The easy-to-please floating creature. 

And well, Lumine is brilliant but she too has her simple moments. But even in her foolishness, her starstruck expression is elegant, her mindful hesitance in accepting the half-breed’s simple gift is endearing and most of all–

“So this is where you’re hiding.” A sweet, honeyed voice speaks.

–her gentle attentiveness is beguiling.

Scaramouche can never win.

No, rather, he’s always been fighting a losing battle.

He knows and yet he tries so hard to resist the arcane fascination towards this golden Viatrix.

“What, did your survival class for dummies end early?”

“Nope, I’m playing hooky. It’s not fun when you’re not around.” Lumine sits on a boulder several feet away, crossing her left ankle over her right ankle.

Scaramouche only grunts in response as he finishes up collecting the fungal drops. He walks over to the blonde Traveler, the sunlight piercing through the gaps of the leaves casts a candescent glow on her pale skin and makes her luscious hair appear luminous.

He stops in front of her, their feet touching.

“Oh, are those for me?” She blinks, her aureate eyes glinting in surprise.

Unlike the hesitance that reigns over her actions with the half-breed’s gift, Lumine accepts Scaramouche’s offerings with a childlike contentment–a testament to her unyielding trust for him.

He wonders… what kind of face would she make if he was no longer there to join her on her journey?

He wonders if Lumine would cry for him in his absence or would she stand upon a cliff overlooking a vast plain for a short while, a silent farewell, then continue on in pursuit for her brother, her one true Viator, the one person she’s unable to say goodbye to.

“Scaramouche.” The gleeful voice breaks his reverie.

Lumine smiles, pearly whites and crinkled corners in her eyes, “thanks.”

Alas, as much as Scaramouche wishes to know what his absence means for this golden Traveler, his wish for her to continue smiling in effervescent glee is greater.

“Let’s go,” he holds out his right hand.

“Hm?”

“You’re too much of a goody-two-shoes to cut class so it means you’re here to collect me.”

“You’re not some baggage for me to ‘collect’, Zephyr. I was just wondering where you were.” She says, placing her hand in his after storing his gift in her pouch.

The way her personal nickname for him rolls off her tongue makes him grip her hand a little tighter, as if his own heart, if he had one, is clenching in his chest. He runs his thumb over her knuckles as they begin to walk.

‘I don’t ever want to let go of this hand.’

“Still, it’s kind of you to look for me… like a sitter who lost the child she was looking after.” He chuckles to himself.

But before they can take another step down the path that leads to where Tighnari, Collei and Paimon are, Scaramouche feels a tug on his hand that stops him in his tracks. He turns on his heels to question the Traveler why she abruptly pauses.

Yet the words he wishes to say fades away from his mind as soon as his violet eyes meet Lumine’s crystalline golden gaze.

“Sometimes, you do act like a child.”

“ Hey .” He warns, deadpanned.

“You’re so clueless sometimes, it’s frustrating. But you do things you’d never do like pick up goods that you know I’d appreciate. You’d say yes to wherever I want to go even though it involves people you’re not too fond of interacting with. You’d be the first to look for food once we set camp even though you don’t need to eat.”

“That’s because-!” Scaramouche almost bites his tongue when he clamps his mouth shut at his own sudden outburst.

That’s because it’s you , it’s all for you, he’s about to blurt out.

“Because?” A small grin blooms on Lumine’s lips as she leans forward.

The sudden proximity grants him an unrestricted view of Lumine’s fair–almost translucent-skin. Scaramouche finds himself counting each individual lash on her eyelids, then when he meets her crystal clear eyes, he freezes completely as though struck by a cryo slime’s frost.

“Scaramouche?” And it is her lilting voice that melts the invisible frost that’s cast itself over his body.

The Wanderer clears his throat, turning his cheek to her as he throws his gaze somewhere–anywhere as long as it isn’t Lumine’s vivid, captivating gaze.

“It’s because I didn’t have anything better to do anyway! So what the hell? It’s fun to watch mortals go about their day doing simplistic mortal things and participate in it every once in a while when you’re a God with plenty of time on your hands.”

“Mortal, huh?” Lumine murmurs under her breath but the winds catch it and tells him so.

“Lumine, I–” He begins, realizing his fatal mistake a moment too late.

“I suppose it’s like a hobby to pass your time.” The golden Traveler releases his hand and Scaramouche reaches to grab it again only to stop mid-action.

Does he even have the right to hold her?

Scaramouche clenches his hands in futile resistance. If he didn’t do so, he fears he might apply too much force and end up bruising her soft, delicate skin.

And he wishes… he wishes he could gather her in his arms and confess to her of this grappling trepidation that claws at his hollowed chest. The unyielding desires to consume her whole because she’s inequitably endearing and lovely and beguiling–he wants her all to himself.

But he knows she would hate him if he stole her away from the world she loves so much, from the souls she’s met along the way, from the path she’s set to see the end of, from her brother whom she will never turn her back on even though he seems to have abandoned her.

He lets out the sound of resigned humor as he mentally laughs at himself.

“Right. Since it’s come to this, we should part ways here. It has been entertaining to watch you bend over backwards to fulfil commissions from lesser beings, interact with half-breeds of unknown origins under the guise of friendship and be the Archon’s errand girl in each nation but I’m getting bored.”

The winds around them begin to grow harsher as Scaramouche feels himself levitating above ground–a telltale sign of a curt and simple farewell.

Lumine thinks it’s very Scaramouche of him.

To dish out insults as a goodbye and to leave like the winds passing from city to city once he finds himself unable to seek the answer to his conundrum.

“You idiot.” She shakes her head, hand shooting out to grab onto the Wanderer’s wrist and pulling him back down to the ground and into her.

Her lips crash into him in an unceremonious kiss. The minuscule sting on her upper lip is a telltale sign of a very obvious cut that’ll get Paimon fussing over it once they reunite with the trio.

But Lumine decides it’s a bridge she’ll cross when she gets there.

At the present, she has a more pressing matter to deal with.

She’s the first to lean away, cheeks rosy yet her mind is made. There is only one objective for her and it’s to make him see that she’ll take him with all he calls his wayward intentions and monstrous perversions.

She’s known them all.

Perhaps not from the beginning but she comes to learn of Scaramouche’s subtle leniency when it comes to anything and everything that concerns her. The compromises he makes with himself as he fulfils her unspoken wishes. The hand he offers in aiding the people she chooses to help just so she wouldn’t overburden herself. The devout acceptance for her reckless abandon in battles and the silent care he gives her after the fights are over.

How could she not notice it?

And above all, how could she not find him wonderfully charming?

“Do you get it now?”

It takes Scaramouche several heartbeats for his eyes to flutter into recognition. Another heartbeat for the screws in his head begins to move. And another for his fingers to brush Lumine’s and twine their hands together.

“Traveler, I didn’t think you were capable of such indecency.” He smirks.

Her rosy cheeks turn crimson as she recoils as though physically struck by his words.

“I-I was trying to make you see-!”

“See what?” 

“T-that I…”

Lumine trails off, cheeks puffed in indignation once she realizes that Scaramouche very well sees what she’s trying to show him and he’s enjoying every ticking second of it. But Lumine is also aware of the mental anguish he’s wrought over during all the times she’d opted not to tell him, to assure him, to relieve him from his self-made misery. 

So she gathers her composure.

“That I like–”

And before she even manages to finish her sentence, he swallows her words with his lips and slips his soft pink tongue into her mouth. He tastes the sweetness of her struggling sincerity and she’s fighting to keep her heart from leaping to her throat.

Lumine presses a hand on the Wanderer’s firm chest in an attempt to break away from his assault on her tongue but instead, he covers the back of her hand with his and holds it there, as though to say ‘ if I had a heart, this is where it would beat and it would beat for you and only you ’.

The electrifying spark shooting down her spine where their skin touches is almost dizzying–or perhaps it’s the breaths stolen by the Wanderer that she’ll never get back? 

She finds herself losing strength in her legs.

And before she faints altogether, she balls her fists and uses all her might to smack the Wanderer on his chest.

He finally pulls away and Lumine lets herself fall to the ground.

“Haa…” She sighs, finally feeling her head clearing from the deliriousness that the kiss brings.

She expects the hard ground to scrape her knee but it never does. Instead, she notices a sturdy arm around her waist pulling her flushed to a firm, perfectly sculpted chest belonging to none other than the chuckling Wanderer.

“You’re so childish.” She complains but rests her cheek against his chest anyway, a small smile gracing her swollen lips.

“But you like me anyway.” He counters.

And Lumine simply wraps her own arms around his waist in response, as though saying ‘ I do .’

***

Later that evening, the two return to the village where Tighnari is occupied while speaking with another fellow forest ranger. Paimon and Collei who are standing a few feet from him are the first to notice the golden Traveler and the violet Wanderer.

“Hey, what took you two so long?! Paimon had to float there and listen to Tighnari babble–uh, Paimon means teach until Paimon got dizzy from all that knowledge crammed in Paimon’s head!”

“Sorry, Paimon, I went looking for Scaramouche but got lost. It’s a relief we met each other somewhere along the way. The trees were starting to look the same after a while.” Lumine explains and shoots Scaramouche a ‘don’t say anything’ look when he lifts an eyebrow at her elaborate lie.

“That’s understandable, even the best of our rangers get lost. It’s a relief you returned before Sundown. Teacher was about to gather a few rangers to look for you two.” Collei  interjects.

“Thankfully, there’s no need for that. It’s very kind of Tighari though–if we couldn’t make it to the village by the time the sun sets, we would probably camp for the night and try again the next day. Getting lost comes with the daily life of an adventurer!” Lumine chuckles and scratches the back of her non-itchy head.

“We should’ve done that.” Scaramouche thinks aloud.

‘I could have had Lumine all to myself,’ is what he keeps to himself.

The air stills for a moment as neither person present knows how to interpret his passing comment let alone respond to it.

“A-anyway, is there a place we could get dinner? A restaurant maybe? I’m starving!” Lumine forces out a laugh.

“There’s one! I always go there when I don’t feel like cooking.” Collei snaps her fingers and just like that they begin to walk down the village path as Collei gushes over the sweet juiciness of the restaurant’s Tandoori Roast Chicken.

“Oh, Paimon’s been meaning to ask… Traveler, did you get into a fight with an enemy? You have a cut on your lip.”

At the mention of the very obvious thin red line on her lip, Lumine freezes.

“O-Oh yeah, we got jumped by a group of fungi on our way here,”

“Hmm, that’s odd, you usually take care of them in seconds. Oh well, Paimon suppose even the best fighter gets hurt every once in a while.”

“Yeah, that’s right…” Lumine willfully agrees.

“Heh.” And Scaramouche smirks.