#;; side muse: paimon

[viatrixtravels-a]

“Somebody help…! The Traveller is dying…!!”

[protect-namine]

two things:

this means setaria's plan to improve the education system for the people in the desert is working

alhaitham's insistence on helping paimon find books to read is like. one of my favorite things ever. I love when paimon has relationships of her own that's not dependent on traveler (and vice versa). I hope she tells him about the detective novels she's been reading in fontaine

[deathbxnny]

So remember that prompt i sent to you? Well here’s the request! Can i request Neuvilette, Zhongli, and Dainsleif meeting the alternate version of their dead lover? Like how would they act around the reader during their respective Archon quest? (Example, Zhongli acting weird around the reader when they were gathering materials for Rex Lapis’s funeral)

Context:

The said character used to have a lover that had died a gruesome death centuries ago. And despite the years passing by, he still hasn't really gotten over their death. He wishes he could see his dead lover again and that wish came true as when he met the traveler, he met them too but it wasn't the one had fallen in love with. It was an alternate version of his dead lover.

The reader is an alternate version of said character's dead lover. They're from another universe (maybe HSR?) and somehow got isekaied to Teyvat. Fortunately, they got dropped at the same beach Traveler and Paimon was resting in the prologue. After talking with the traveler and realizing they are in another universe, the reader decides to join the traveler in traveling Teyvat and try to find a way to go back home. Although the last thing they expect was an ancient man acting strange around them.

(Side note: The characters are not in love with the reader (who’s the alt version of their dead lover) as he did not fall for this version of his lover. Its more of a longing? Like “so close yet so far” kind of case? I hope that makes sense)

- Flower Anon 🌸

Hello Flower anon! I have finally found the time to do your request, so I hope you like this and thank you for your great ask!!<33

(Also, due to the fact that I barely remember most story quests, I've decided to generalize these a little-)

Content: Reader is dead, past romantic relationships, doppelgangers, vague descriptions of readers death, angst, hurt/no comfort, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

》NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette took a double take, a really obvious one that made the Traveler and Paimon glance at eachother in confusion at his strong reaction. His usually calm and collected persona slipped, the disbelief spreading across his face before he tried to hide it behind a cough quickly. His heart was beating out of his chest, thousands of questions plaguing his mind at once, until you nervously asked him if he was okay.

It took him only a small moment to collect himself, a deep exhale releasing all the grief, horror, and pain with it. He smiled calmly once more, chuckling as he waved off your concerns. "I felt ill." He'd say, not elaborating any further as he asked you to please continue telling him about your mission to expose the truth behind his own archon. He doesn't react further than that and stays professional to his bestest ability.

He knows it's not really you, after all. And he refuses to hurt himself any further than your death already had. This was a mere coincidence, a cruel joke of the universe that made him want to laugh bitterly.

Instead, however, the rain poured down for a week straight, despite his best efforts to stay strong.

》ZHONGLI

Zhongli doesn't have a visible reaction and strictly keeps it that way when meeting you for the first time whilst you were helping him with the "funeral". This alternative version of you seemed to be the same on the surface. But he could easily tell that you still weren't his lover that he lost so many years ago. And he supposed that it was for the best to let the past go through befriending you at least.

He observes you closely, often finding himself still reminiscing in the small actions you do share with his original muse, whilst he delves into deeper conversations with you. But that's his limit. Whether out of the respect for the dead or his need to distance himself from the tragedy that once befell you, he didn't know. But he just couldn't interact with you further than that.

He simply watches you from afar instead, as you prepare everything for the grimm festivities, his heart secretly yearning for another awfully familiar smile his way despite everything.

》DAINSLEIF

Dainsleif felt breathless at the sight of you, and for a moment, he wondered if he had imagined you. A past he desperately held onto drifted through his mind, your image perfectly clear in his memory, his heart aching desperately with the need to hold you again after the fall of your nation. Unsaid, regret filled words burned on his tongue before he swallowed them as swift as the emotions that overwhelmed him.

He ignored Paimons' inquiry over his somehow even paler face, before turning to the important mission at hand. That wasn't you, he reminded himself grimly. This doppelganger that seemed so much like you was just a pure coincidence, nothing more, nothing less. And yet those reminders did little to quell the uneasiness and ill feeling in his stomach. The memory of your death replayed over and over again endlessly for all eternity to come.

And even if it did happen to be a reincarnation of you after all, Dainsleif would have still refused to reach out to you more than he already has through the unknowing traveler and Paimon. He didn't see himself as deserving to be in your presence. That privilege had been taken from him the moment you took your last breath.

[idkfitememate]

can I request a tiger!creator meeting Paimon or Nahida, and just being so cute with them like tiger!creator just stares at them for a minute and is like: “these babies so adorable must feed” basically the tiger momma senses are being tenfold like these are their Cubs alongside Alhaitham and Kaveh 🥺

Aether & Nahida Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Tiger Reader x Sumeru (with Aether & Paimon!!)

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 527

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : fluff

The three men stared at you as you curled around Nahida and Paimon.

“Alhaitham what do?-“

“Nothing Traveler. Just let them have this.”

Kaveh had no shame as he slithered into a crack that wasn’t taken up by your new babies.

Now it was only Traveler and Alhaitham who stood.

Aether could hear the muffled cries of Paimon, screaming at him to get her out, but Nahida was quiet. Taking a harder look at her, the blonde realized she had fallen asleep in your fur.

Just like Kaveh, you had just literally passed out as soon as he hit your backside.

You moved around, making sure not to jostle Nahida or Kaveh, and moved Paimon into your front most paws, before gently licking at her head.

“AHHHHH!! GET IT OFF PAIMON!!!” The floating child screeched.

Aether only chuckled.

“They must think your emergency food as well, Paimon.” He mused. The fairy only looked incredulously at her travel buddy.

Then you huffed and also looked up incredulously. You pressed a paw to your chest and stared with the most offended face a Tiger cold make. Aether flinched while Alhaitham smirked a little. He turned away to hide his smile, however.

“They don’t think Paimon is emergency food.” Paimon said smugly. Alhaitham finally spoke up.

“They’re grooming you.”

“Huh?”

“Grooming. Most commonly Rishboland Tigers only ever groom their cubs or other members of their ambushes as shows of affection and care. To be groomed by an our Rishboland Tiger is them essentially welcoming them to our strike. In common terms, they see you as their child, or someone they wish to care for.” As Alhathim finished his monologue, the duo stared at him before Aether made a noise of discontent.

“How come they don’t want to groom me?” He has a childish frown on his face which made Paimon laugh.

“Perhaps if you go up to them, they will take you in as well?” Alhaitham mused.

“Fine then.” Aether then walked towards you, only to be swatted away by a paw.

“WHAT THE-“

“Ah. It seems they’ve taken offense to your claims of Paimon being “emergency food”, Traveler.” Aether just stood in silence as Paimon’s laughed only grew in volume.

Alhaitham simply shook his head at the sight of you immediately going back to grooming Paimon. He walked over and sat down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You stopped grooming the child to look at him, then you looked at Aether. He flinched before you chuffed. Hesitantly he walked over, but you showed no hostility.

He walked to the other side of you and lied his body next to you, curling into your side. After you heard his breaths slow, you lay you head down next to the passed out and snoring Paimon.

You smiled as you closed your eyes with your little strike surrounding you.

…

… Nahida glanced up at you with a small twinkle in her eyes.

“It seems the Irminsul truly was right. It is an honor to have you back, my Creator.”

And with that, she pushed her face into your plush fur, and fell into a well deserved slumber.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I feel like Nahida would know almost immediately, because if in every other story we act like the original creator and stuff on top of looking like them, all it’d take is a quick look at the Irminsul and this wack ass “iMpOsTeR” to see who’s who. Anyway Tiger!Creator best mother no cap ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱-

[apompkwrites]

the betrayal of a god || scaramouche

masterlist characters: scaramouche (platonic) genre: angst contains: spoilers for chapter 3 act iii, scaramouche spoilers, character death, injuries summary: how did things end up this way? how did you go from his beloved sibling to nothing more than a corpse? notes: speedwriting this before the next update comes out >:))) maybe will rewrite as a separate part when it comes out?? we'll see :D also, side note, i like how a lot of you seemed to hope for a good ending for (name)? >:)) you thought wrong~ parts: [the making of a god (1)] || [the betrayal of a god (2)] || [the loss of a god (3)]

the rage that bubbled in scaramouche's body was intense, the feelings coursing through his veins into the mechanical body that was his god form. the traveler darted around effortlessly despite their injuries, which only fueled the anger.

"just die already!" his voice bellowed and echoed throughout the sanctuary, nahida's quiet sobs doing the same, albeit almost silently. the traveler didn't respond with words. instead, they dashed forward to try and pry at the god's body. scaramouche only growled, swiping at the blond(e) with his hand.

"traveler!" nahida cried out as the adventurer skidded across the ground. scaramouche cackled at this, his body towering over the one person who dared stop him.

"how sad," he mused, his body creaking as it moved closer. "the poor little traveler that celestia smiles down upon... will be reduced to nothing but a splatter of blood and guts under my hand."

and with that, scaramouche slammed his fist into the ground. nahida screeched, her small hands banging against the orb surrounding her. the traveler's body, beaten and bloodied, fell into the hole that was created by the attack. paimon screamed their name, falling down into the sanctuary with them.

they let out a quiet groan, shakily pushing their body up from the ground. it was dusty, they noted, the supposed basement of the building containing various objects.

medical equipment was the best way to describe them. tubes and pipes were strewn on the ground, most likely broken prototypes of the ones that held scaramouche in his body. a large box was rolled off to the side, the opening dripping some sort of liquid, as if it were emptied not too long ago.

but what caught the traveler's eye, what made their heart drop to their stomach, what burned itself into their brain for them to dream about at night, was a body.

a body that hung limp in the air, its arms held up by straps that seemed to be attached to the ceiling. its mouth hung open ever so slightly. its clothes were reminiscent of inazuman fashion, albeit the white was now stained to a pink color that barely complimented the light purple accents.

the traveler could only hope the body moved. but it didn't.

over the countless hours they put into adventuring, they had seen their fair share of bodies. they saw human bodies, they saw hilichurl bodies, they saw mitachurl bodies. and the one thing they all had in common was that they didn't move, indicative of the loss of life.

and that was the same for this body.

it was human, yes, but there were the little inconsistencies that made them quite the opposite.

no blood poured from its various gaping wounds, especially the one on its chest. in addition to that, the wounds it had practically carved on its body revealed, not guts, but the other side of the room as if the traveler were only looking through a hole in the wall.

and what unnerved them the most were the eyes. or lack thereof. what stared back at the ground as the body's head lolled to the side, were empty eye sockets. simple black voids were what remained, no red muscle or veins to be seen. it looked as if it were nothing but--

"a doll..." the traveler gasped, managing to limp over to the corpse.

"they were one of the two byproducts of the shogun... those two... are somewhere, i'm sure of it," ei reminisced, mindlessly floating in plane of euthymia. "dolls that were to serve as its prototype."

the telltale marking of electro was barely visible since a large hole took most of its place. paimon let out a shriek, the sound echoing out and up into the main floor of the sanctuary.

"ah," the god breathed as its head peered into the hole. "you're still alive? how dissappoint--"

and, as if a switch had flipped in the god, no, scaramouche's brain, the body fell silent. it merely disappeared back onto the upper floor.

only for a majority of the ceiling, or rather the floor, to be ripped up from its foundation, allowing the large robot-like god to stare down at the traveler like a child at a doll house.

"...no," the word was strained, the most amount of human emotion that traveler had ever heard from him. they were used to the anger he hissed, the rage feeling the slightest bit human. but this was it. the most human sound they had ever heard from the manmade god.

anguish.

"no, no, no," scaramouche cried, the god's hands moving past the traveler to rip the body out of the straps. "no, no, no, no, (name)..." he seemed to sob as he held his hands up to his (the god's) face. it opened upwards like a door, allowing the real scaramouche, the controller, to be seen by the traveler, paimon, and nahida. "(name)... what did he do to you...?"

the body seemed to slump in his hands like a doll. they slumped over the way he always imagined they would if they were... no, no that's not it. they're just asleep! they must have been so lonely. oh, so lonely in that wretched basement.

"(name)," he sniffled, holding out his hands. yes, his hands. not the god's, but his. the god's hands moved closer to scaramouche, allowing him to grasp onto his beloved sibling's arms. he pulled them close, their body holding no resistance as they began to float in the subspace created in the god's head. one of scaramouche's hands moved to lay on their back of their head, cradling it close and pressing their face to the space between his shoulder and neck.

oh, what he would give to feel any sort of life in their body.

"i... i'm so sorry," scaramouche sobbed, the god's face shutting on them, leaving the traveler with the very god they had been fighting for the past couple of minutes (or was it hours?).

now, secluded in the subspace made to mimic their mother's plane of euthymia, scaramouche allowed himself to revert. not to the god, not to the balladeer, but to kunikuzushi.

in the subspace, it was just kunikuzushi and (name), two dolls abandoned by their creator, by their first friend, by their youngest "sibling".

and now, it was just kunikuzushi, who abandoned (name) in his desire to become a god.

the fourth to betray us... was me. it was i who abandoned and betrayed them for godhood.

godhood that i had pled to the doctor for to protect the one person i wanted no betrayal to befall.

and yet... i betrayed them in the end, didn't i?

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[hydrasra]

Strange encounter

SIDE STORY #1

SYNOPSIS: well, you certainly did not plan on meeting new yet familiar faces.

DISCLAIMER: those in bold could not be tagged. as usual, gn!reader. probably swearing and stuff here and there. also probably ooc. THESE SIDE STORIES ARE IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER. read 'NOT FROM THIS WORLD' serie first to better grasp what's going on if you're new :> the latest chapter [before hiatus] is HERE. ME POSTING THESE SIDE STORIES DOES NOT MEAN THAT I WILL BE POSTING AS OFTEN BUT I WILL BE POSTING WHEN I HAVE TIME/BEEN INSPIRED (same with the anecdotes)

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SHENANIGANS #1

SIDE STORY #2

"halt!" swan and lawrence both said at the same time, seeing an unknown duo approaching the gate of mondstadt.

beidou sighed, not wanting to deal with anything but to get to you and let you know of an impostor impersonating you on the throne the qixing made for you in liyue.

"state your name and the purpose of your visit, strange yet respectable travelers," swan said, back straight and arms behind his back.

kazuha looked at beidou and let out a chuckle at her annoyed face before he diverted his attention to the knights in front of him, "I , kazuha, am simply accompanying the captain of the crux, beidou," he gestured to the captain and beidou only nodded her head in greetings, "to mondstadt to visit the traveler."

upon hearing the word 'traveler', a look of recognition fell on both of the knights faces.

"ah! so you are friends with the honorary knight!" swan said, smiling.

"you should have started with that!" lawrence exclaimed with a chuckle, "please go on ahead. mondstadt welcomes you!"

kazuha threw a bewildered look at beidou who only looked back at him with the same expression as they both, slowly, walk in through the gates of the city.

"well, that was easy, wasn't it?" beidou said, standing at the gate with her hand on her hips and looking around.

"I oftentimes forget that the traveler is quite popular," kazuha mused with a chuckle.

beidou gave a nod at his words then focused back on the short man in front of her, "so, zuha, where to?"

the inazuman closed his eyes to better listen to the wind despite the lively atmosphere the city of freedom.

his eyes shot open mere seconds later, "they're–!"

"captain beidou? kazuha? what are you guys doing here?" paimon asked as she floated towards them.

kazuha's head turned towards her voice as he saw the traveler getting closer.

beidou turned to look at paimon and grinned, "hey there, paimon. how ya doin'?"

"pretty good, what about you guys?"

kazuha's heart was beating way too fast for his liking as his eyes darted everywhere as soon as lumine was close and greeted them.

where were you?

"kazuha? you okay there bud?" beidou asked, a brow raised at her friend who was looking around frantically.

"where's–"

for the second time that night, or morning seeing as the sun was already rising up in the sky, kazuha was interrupted by the sound of running and giggles, "lu! look at what flora gave me!"

and there you were, running towards them, well, specifically towards the traveler, with your arms holding a bouquet of cecilias... followed by a certain bard he knew of.

but his attention was solely on you.

and so was beidou's.

so, when you stopped in front of the blonde traveler, excitedly telling her how cute and adorable flora could be when she wanted to, instinctively, the liyuan and inazuman both bowed at you, feeling a tug and warmth settling in in their chests.

"morning, your grace."

as soon as venti was close enough, he threw an arm around kazuha after making him stand straight. lumine doing the same with beidou but throwing her arm around the crux's captain's waist instead.

"no need to bow in their presence, they hate that," paimon said as she floated next to you instead of lumine.

you stood there, staring at them and assessing whether they were sent by the millelith or they ventured on their way to find you on their own.

the question was, how did they find you?

as soon as that question crossed your mind, you were on your guard and lumine, being the observant friend of yours, quickly was at your side and hugging you, telling you, "these two are my trusted friends," she paused, pulling back to look at you in the eyes, "if they wanted to capture you to send you to the millelith, they would have done so the moment their eyes landed on you and not bow before you."

kazuha, at a loss for words, was quickly nodding along the traveler's words and reasoning. beidou was simply stuck staring at you, feeling in a daze.

lumine's words made sense to you and you relaxed.

"sorry, I'm kind of at war against liyue right now," you half joked but beidou tensed.

it was all thanks to the actions of her friend that you were now avoiding liyue, her home country.

but she understood.

"it's not really your fault anyway," she muttered then pursed her lips.

"what beidou means is that she understands and doesn't hold it against you," kazuha said, gently prying off venti's arm off of him.

then there was a few seconds of silence until a certain bard decided to break it.

"well wasn't that such a warm reunion? or should I say meeting?"

you rolled your eyes at his words, smiling, "shut up."

he lifted his hands up in the air in surrender then brought a hand up to his face before he put a finger on on his lips, showing that he would not talk.

you brought your attention back to lumine, "I don't know why she chose cecilias but she said something along the lines of 'they represent your gentleness' or whatever it's was."

paimon looked at venti who only shrugged with hand finger still on his lips. the floating being looked unimpressed.

"that aside," you looked at beidou then at kazuha, "what brought you two here?"

beidou leaned on kazuha, "this guy followed the direction of the wind."

he nodded, suddenly feeling bashful as pink adorned his cheeks, "I simply f-followed the winds directions..."

"so the wind can truly speak?" paimon asked, frowning.

meanwhile, next to kazuha stood the literal archon of anemo who gave her a 'duh?' stare.

lumine stared at paimon, "did you grow dumber?"

paimon gasped, appalled, "paimon grows smarter each day!"

"doubt," the word left your lips before you could even process it and paimon huffed then looked away with her arms crossed over her chest.

"so," you clapped your hands together once, "is there a reason why you guys showed up in mondstadt of all places?"

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ehe. don't mind me.

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FANKIDS: Tonito, Dimas, Eden, Lucero, Marica, Pitaya, Vanemma, Vugguch

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[viaetor]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤSTUDY    :    AETHER ( 拼音, kǒng ) .

tagged by :    no one, stole it like a pirate, arrrrk !! tagging :  @13nth , @apocryphis (shenhe, lyney or kazuha) , @predvestnik , @luzofstars (riku or furina) , @iniziare (guizhong or arlecchino) , @snowtombedstar, @taiixuan (allen or yorha) , @theoneandonii and YOU!! tell me all about your muses; this is NOT a request. 🫵

—    basics.

▸       is your muse tall    /    short    /    average ? he's canonically short, around the 165cm (5′4″) mark on his most humanoid form, no more than that.

▸       are they okay with their height ? he's mostly content with his height, yeah! although he does get a tiny bit conscious whenever he realises that lumine is taller by a few centimetres when they're standing side by side, when other people try teasing him for his height, he doesn't mind. or, well... that's what he tells himself, at least. he hides his annoyance behind a perfectly stoic smile if others keep going on and on about his height. welp! "the bigger they are, the harder they fall" is the philosophy he chants to himself.

▸      what’s their hair like ? oh, it's so, so soft to the touch! long, wavy and as yellow as sun rays, it's like a golden waterfall. when he's under the direct midday sun, you can even see his hair glowing with the light it receives. i sometimes tend to describe his hair as a mane whenever it's loose, but aether tends to keep his hair braided most of the time. he's more than open to letting people decorate his hair, though! be it with flowers, another hairstyle or anything of the sort. his only request is that his feather hairclip remains at all times. asking him to cut his hair is unthinkable, too. he'd never.

▸     do they spend a  lot of time on their hair     /    grooming ? it depends if he's in a hurry or not; he doesn't have a beauty routine at all. at the beginning of his journey in teyvat, his hair would be a complete mess, and he wouldn't even blink at the looks he got from the habitants of mondstadt. but as time passed and he realised spending time on this planet was inevitable, he started to slow down. nowadays, every time he wakes up, he likes to take a bath at a lake or river, and he spends a good chunk of his time cleaning and brushing his hair. it's a therapeutic process, really, and he uses it to think of his to-do list for the day. paimon is always there to help him braid his hair as well, but he misses the way lumine would style his hair. something about how she did it always made his head feel... lighter. he misses her a lot. maybe it's why he spends some time grooming his hair when he never used to before.

▸      does your muse care about their appearance   /   what others think ? more than one might think at first glance. aether is very good at keeping his composure and posture, he loathes the idea of losing his cool or letting too much of his thoughts out. he's a traveller, and he knows people pay attention to him because of that, but he doesn't want to stand out when it comes to more personal matters. rumours about his strength and his feats are circling around town squares? that's fine. being a well-known public figure, with friends and foes in the open, is something he's used to after thousands of years of being a traveller across the stars. public display of affection, though? that is something he minds deeply since he tends to be very reserved. he's also very attentive to cultural and local costumes, and he tries his best to blend in as an outsider.

—    preferences.

▸      indoors    or    outdoors ?     outdoors. ▸      rain    or    sunshine ?  sunshine. ▸      forest    or    beach ?      forest. ▸      precious    metals    or    gems ?      metals. ▸      flowers    or    perfumes ?     flowers. ▸      personality    or    appearance ?      personality. ▸      being    alone    or    being    in    a    crowd ?     being alone. ▸      order    or    anarchy ?     order. ▸      painful    truths    or    white    lies ?     painful truths. ▸      science    or    magic ?     magic. ▸      peace    or    conflict ?    peace. ▸      night    or    day ?     day. ▸      dusk    or    dawn ?   dawn. ▸      warmth    or    cold ?     warmth. ▸      many   acquaintances    or    a    few    close    friends ?   many acquaitances. ▸      reading    or    playing    a    game ?      reading.

—    questionnaire.

▸      what are some of your muse’s bad habits ? other than the most glaring; i.e his god complex and his insistence that caelings can not love as purely as humans do (i'll talk more about this in another post), he has a considerable amount of bad habits. he refuses to ask for help even when he needs it, especially from people he considers dear, he tends to catastrophize the future a lot, he's somewhat co-dependent of lumine (a mindset he's having to change through brutal realisation), he refuses/avoids empathy from others and he oft ignores his own body and needs. less grave bad habits include him roughly biting his own lips to the point of injuring them every now and then, impulsive shopping and occasional reckless behaviour when apprehensive.

▸      has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ? he has lost a lot of people. friends, lovers and companions from other worlds, he's seen them all grow grey until their last breathing days. when he was a few hundred years old, he thought he had all the time he could ever want in his hands. and while that is true for himself, others aren't as fortuitous. the clock keeps on ticking, slowing down for no one, and he hates mortality because of that... but he also deeply cherishes it at the same time. a lot of things he took for granted were shaken by his realisation and losing lumine definitely didn't help. he now realises that time is a curse. his ever growing list of sins and regrets will keep on getting longer and longer... that fact haunts him, and at each new dawn, it doesn't get any easier. not without them by his side. he was meant to be an immortal entity to fight in the name of the stars, to represent the soldier will of the cosmos. he was meant to be mercilessless, brutal, devoid of laments. so why did they make him love everything that wither below the skies, so unlike him? is he fated to watch everything rot? for how long? can't he join them?

▸      what are some fond memories your muse has ? the first time that he and lumine watched lunar flowers blooming. how they used to fly across the cosmos, holding hands, and how they played on saturn's rings. he has so many with lumine that it makes him melancholic. when it comes to teyvat specifically, he remembers how well-received he was by amber and the others in mondstadt. i like to imagine that lisa and jean offered him a cup of tea once he said he was lost and looking for his sister. he still remembers the sweet taste, and how kaeya and diluc tried to cheer him up at different times. he loved playing house with klee and albedo, too. that evening that he spent with childe and teucer was so endearing, it made him wonder how his other siblings would be like. maybe albedo and childe would get along. ah, the first time he listened to zhongli's history lessons felt so freeing, as if he finally met someone who understood him. attending to hu tao and xinyan performance was something that made his heart warm. or perhaps it was the amazing jian dui that xiangling cooked that same night. when he helped collei, cyno and tighnari collect mushrooms, he could listen to their banter for hours... when he had his first beetle fight with itto, and how much kazuha laughed when he told him about it. seeing ayaka dance, and watching the fireworks with yoimiya are on the top of his list. sharing old fairy tale stories with nahida while she made him a flower crown, too. hearing al-haitham and layla talk about academic concepts of stars and having to hold a smile because he couldn't correct them... he has so many new fond memories. but he still misses home.

▸     is it easy for your muse to kill ? dangerously so. monsters, enemies, obstacles. he used to be more ruthless a few hundred years ago, but in recent times, he'll opt for the diplomatic version if he can. aether has no qualms in appealing to more brutal ways if persuasion doesn't work, though. when it comes to killing someone who he cherishes, though... that's a different story. he never had to do it. not yet.

▸      what’s it like when your muse breaks down ? if you're talking about a rage breakdown, he's going to get absolutely feral. broken wings, fangs, claws and every other monstrosity he keeps hidden will be exposed, and he'll shred whatever is provoking his anger. he gets eerily quiet once there's silence, though, but his ears are still buzzing, and his hands are still itching with his sword. when it comes to a sorrowful breakdown, he's far less destructive, even if he may punch the floor or a wall. he'll withdraw and... scratch his skin, weirdly enough. as if this humanoid flesh is what causing his sadness. and before he can notice, he'll be crying. he may try to fly off a cliff, too, even with his shattered wings. after a while, his sorrow will die out too, just like his rage: he'll get more reserved than usual, not speak a word, very aloof and apathetic to things around him. it can take him a couple of days for him to come back to his senses.

▸      is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ? immediate yes if you are lumine. a huge "maybe" leaning towards "no" to everyone else, unfortunately.

▸      what’s your muse like when they’re in love ? aether has a complicated relationship when it comes to 'loving' someone (he doesn't think he, as a caeling, is capable of something so pure as 'to love'). he'll love your muse, but deep down, he'll doubt himself if it's really love even when it's so blatant to others. he tends to look over the person for longer, and his smile lingers for more seconds than it should be appropriate. whenever he can, he's taking the opportunity to not only spend time with them, but to lean in closer, hovering touches of shoulders, hands or anything he can get away with. he writes them more often, and he tries a more neat handwriting despite how weird the pen feels in his hand. he will visit them often and sneakily flirt with them. he'll offer to "hang out" or, depending on where they're standing, ask for "casual dates". he'll memorise important dates, he'll celebrate their victories, he'll feel and hug their griefs. he'll look them over, memorise every little mole, and speak incantations in the language of the stars. he'll tell the moon and the stars about them so that even stardust will remember them. he'll repeat their name like it's honey to his lips. he will love so, so much, and still he will think that is not enough.

[sinfulstar]

Main blog: @stelliferousduo

RULES

I) Adults muns and muses only! Minors will be blocked on sight!

II) Lumine is NOT a minor. I know there were some discussions about this in the fandom at one point or another but the game has made it very clear that the Traveler is not a normal human and is much older than their youthful appearance leads to assume.

That being said, Paimon will obviously not be present on this blog as she uses the child model.

III) Anons can send in asks to ask nsfw-centric questions, but I will not do any lewd/nsfw RP with anonymous accounts as it would give me no way to verify their age.

IV) Even though this is a NSFW side blog, I usually will not jump straight into smut. I'd prefer there to be some build up and for us to have written together on my main blog.

V) While I portray Lumine as demisexual with a strong male lean on my main, when it comes to NSFW content, I really only feel comfortable writing mxf ships. Please be respectful of this.

VI) Lumine is a sub-leaning switch but I'd be willing to portray her as a soft dom as well.

Vll) No heavy kinks or any of the icky stuff please. I also do not enjoy anything related to foot fetishes. In general I'm just very vanilla and prefer soft smut.

VERSES

MAIN VERSE

Basically standard Genshin universe. Lumine is the Traveler looking for her brother, you know the rest! She soon comes to the realization that Teyvat is filled very handsome men and cute boys for her to simp over. And guess what? No big brother to keep an eye on her.

ABO VERSE

Inspired by the artist nomi_owo on Twitter who has a bunny!Lumine x fox!Childe ABO AU which lives rent-free in my head.

Of course, this verse can be applied to any ship! Lumine is still generally the same person. She may be half-rabbit and an omega but she still likes to kick ass on the battlefield.

She is frustrated by her own omega nature and will often try to hide it. Unfortunately, her hearts make it difficult because the strong scent of pheromones give it away...

[sickfic-with-kiko]

Worse at Night: Cynonari Sickfic

Tighnari gets poisoned.

(Reposted from my AO3)

Work under the cut:

It’s not often Tighnari comes out into Sumeru city. Preferring the tranquil air of Avidya forest to the bustling atmosphere, his visits to the city are few and far in between. 

But there are exceptions to be made, when he folds his ears and walks through the streets slightly overstimulated. It’s not bad once in a while, he muses. Though by the end of the day, his opinion will certainly have changed. 

“Hey, Tighnari! Over here!” 

Aether and Paimon approach him swiftly once their gazes meet, beckoning him over to Puspa Cafe’s entrance. Tighnari raises a hand as a greeting, following them with a look of relief. 

They secure a table for three, choosing a quiet corner away from any loud groups. The traveller had always been considerate of Tighnari’s sensitivity to noise, which he’s often grateful for. It’s not often he gets to truly enjoy being in the city. 

“We could share a shrimp curry between us,” Aether suggests, pointing to the large portions shown on the menu. “It shouldn’t be too heavy on the spices.” 

Tighnari gives him a thankful smile. “I appreciate the consideration, but I’ve had seafood for the past week. I’m in the mood for some meat.” His ears twitch at the mere thought. 

Aether flips through the menu a little more, deciding on his own main course before choosing some side dishes. “I can get some deep-fried sweet potatoes and chicken rice to share.” 

“Sounds good. I’ll pay for the drinks then.” 

They don’t wait long before the food arrives, piping hot and appetising. Tighnari had ordered some sfiha for himself, while Aether had ended up sharing his curry with Paimon. It’s not long before Paimon begins eyeing up the other portions, long finished her own. 

“What’s that, Tighnari? Is it good?” Paimon asks, flying over to take a peek at his food.

Aether gives her a look, and Paimon huffs. Tighnari’s meal had piqued both her appetite and curiosity. 

“It’s minced lamb on flatbread.” Tighnari explains, taking a large bite out of one. “It’s very good. Why don’t you try it next time?” 

He shivers slightly, noticing the drop in temperature since their arrival. Despite wearing lighter clothing than him, Aether seems unaffected. It must be a byproduct of exploring, he muses. 

“Come on, just one bite!” Paimon begins to bargain with Tighnari, pleading for a mouthful of his food. Aether bites back a sigh as he pulls her back, shoving a sweet potato wedge in her mouth. 

Tighnari lets out a chuckle, feeling another shiver coming on. He almost jolts, the unnerving chill sweeping against his skin. 

Perhaps he’s coming down with something. He slips his jacket back onto himself, taking in the heat between the fabric. 

“Sorry,” Aether chuckles, sipping on the date juice Tighnari had ordered for them. “You might want to eat a little faster, though.” 

Tighnari agrees, bringing up another piece of sfiha to his mouth. 

Before he can take a bite, a violent shudder seizes him. And at the same time, a piercing ache in his gut. 

He freezes, the flatbread slipping from his grasp. The pain is enough to bring intense nausea with it, and he immediately knows he’s not going to make it anywhere. 

Tighnari barely manages to turn to the side before he vomits, the sickness too sudden for him to even gag. Uneven splatters ring in his ears, only just drowned out by the stabbing pain in his lower stomach. 

He can hear Aether calling out his name, and Paimon yelping beside them. He can only grip his stomach through the agonizing pain, bringing up another surge of vomit on top of the spreading puddle. 

“What’s wrong?” Aether is quick by his side, moving their bags away from the mess and laying a hand on his back. “Here, get it up. Don’t worry.” 

There’s something wrong, no doubt. Tighnari knows it’s nothing like a stomach bug or food not sitting well. He barely has time to process the next wave before he’s puking, splattering the front of his clothes. He looks down at his hands, and finds them trembling. 

He’s shuddering against Aether’s hand. He seems to notice it too, pressing a hand onto his forehead. “No fever,” he hears him say, concern-filled. 

The remnants of Tighnari’s lunch are completely out of his system, and his breakfast follows in quick succession. But the nausea doesn’t abate after emptying his stomach. He drools uncontrollably with each dry-heave, bringing up the occasional stream of stomach acid. 

“Tighnari, can you hear me?” Aether is tapping his shoulder with more force, bringing him back from the haze of illness. He can only give him a garbled whimper, throat thick with various liquids. 

Each time he opens his mouth to talk, the pain streaking through his abdomen only worsens. Tighnari cries out with each spike, the pressure of his own hand against his gut too much to bear. 

“We’re taking you to Bimarstan.” 

“Please,” Tighnari murmurs, tears trailing down his face. 

Aether is stern, hoisting him up with surprising strength. He throws a handful of mora onto the table and mutters an apology before exiting the cafe, slinging Tighnari over his shoulder. 

Though the pain is blinding, Tighnari’s mind is clear enough to filter out the causes. The sudden onset of symptoms rule out many viral sicknesses, leaving him with a terrifying possibility.

Poisoning. 

It’s the only explanation he can come up with. The intense urge to throw up is nothing like he’s ever experienced, not even after he’d been too generous on the mushroom sampling portions. Whatever it is, it had to be done with purpose. 

“Someone—someone’s poisoned me,” Tighnari chokes out, ears flattening against his head. The light against his eyes suddenly hurts, burning into his eye sockets. He clenches his eyes shut, bringing up a hand to block out all light. 

“You think they’ve poisoned you,” Aether repeats, holding him steady as they approach the entrance of Bimarstan. “We’re almost there. Just keep the strength in your legs, okay?” 

A nurse immediately recognizes the two of them, ushering them both to an indoor room. While Tighnari appreciates the privacy, he barely makes it to the mattress before all strength leaves him. Aether quickly turns him to his side as he gags. 

“What are the symptoms?” The staff asks, grabbing a wooden basin and some medium-sized towels. She carefully wipes down Tighnari’s skin, examining his eyes and nails. 

Aether moves beside Tighnari, helping him lean over the basin as he hacks up bile. “He’s been vomiting non-stop and shivering,” he explains, brushing away the hair and tears around his face. 

“It’s— ngh— poison,” Tighnari grips the sheets with one hand, the uncontrollable shaking turning closer to convulsions. “It may be something of the bloodgrass variant.” He presses the back of his hand to his eyes, the pain in his head growing worse with each second. 

“We’ll run some tests just in case.” The nurse hastily notes down something in her memo, wincing as a painful retch comes out of Tighnari’s throat. “There should be a toxicologist on duty right now.” 

If Tighnari’s suspicions are correct, vomiting the poison would not be enough. The absorption into the bloodstream would occur quickly, leaving various organs in the body vulnerable. He’s never encountered a case himself, but the treatment had been antidote infusions and pain reduction. He doesn’t recall the survival rate. 

A completely different chill runs down his spine. He could die from this. He could die, not even knowing who did this to him. 

“Aether,” Tighnari reaches out, feeling the traveller’s hand around his own. “Get Cyno. Just—just in case.” 

In case he doesn’t make it through the night. 

“We’ll find him as quick as we can,” Aether assures him, the worry apparent in his voice. 

They leave without saying further, dashing out of the facility and heading back towards the inner city. 

Tighnari is left alone again. He curls further into the blankets, feeling his body shudder against itself. Every wave of pain brings a cold grip of fear with it. 

“We found high concentrations of sterinine in your blood.” 

The toxicologist brings him his test results, confirming the potent poison inside his bloodstream. They’re quick to attach an intravenous infusion into his arm, the needle grazing him a few times as his muscles spasm. 

Tighnari attempts to lay on his side, taking care not to disturb the needle inside him. He feels vulnerable, laid out on the bed to be treated. He vomits onto the towels near his pillow, no longer able to pull the basin towards him. 

“For someone of your age and health, poisonings like this have a high survival rate.” They explain to him, setting down another empty basin and changing the soiled towels. “But due to the large dosage, the recovery process may be painful and long-lasting.” 

“How are the pain levels?” The nurse asks him, prompting him to talk. He groans instead of answering, arms tightly wrapped around his middle. 

Tighnari bites the inside of his cheek, preventing the scream that threatens to escape. “It’s bad,” he almost sobs. “Especially near the navel. I—I really can’t talk—” 

��We’ve administered painkillers and they’ll take effect soon.” They reassure him, rubbing his back in comforting circles. It only makes another tear trickle down his cheek, reminding him that he’s truly alone. “The symptoms will become manageable once you make it through tonight.” 

Tighnari isn’t sure if he’ll make it through the night. 

He tastes blood as he pukes the water he’d been given. He knows it’s not coming from his scraped-up throat, from the way it’s beginning to turn brown. When he does see crimson in the basin, it’s from the burst capillaries in his nose. He’s a mess of excess fluids, sweat and tears sticking to his skin. 

He closes his eyes, attempting to let his exhaustion win. He wakes up with bile gurgling up his throat.

And every single thing his body does to fight against it hurts. There’s a constant cramp stuck in his chest, exacerbated from his stomach wringing itself out. His head hurts, even after shutting out every trace of light. His joints and muscles ache from the constant signals frying his nerves. 

The sky darkens around him, and he notices the near-empty bag of fluids attached to his arm. He shakily reaches for the bell within reach, alerting the staff of his finished infusion. 

“I know it must hurt.” The nurse holds him down as he thrashes, administering the second dose of antidotes. “You’ll feel a little better once it kicks back in, all right?” 

Tighnari becomes increasingly frustrated with the vague promises. He doesn’t want to feel a little better. He wants it all to stop right now. 

He knows that if he were to sob and cry about his pain, one of the nurses would hold his hand and comfort him. He knows they’re taking care of him to the best of their capabilities. But the thorough knowledge of medical care makes nothing better for him, instead isolating him further. 

The hospital is cold, despite the blankets layered onto him. The air is different from the forest, and the silence carries a different weight. He wants nothing more than a shred of familiarity. 

Just as Tighnari closes his eyes, he hears multiple footsteps heading towards him from outside. Though he can’t hear the ensuing conversations, he knows the voices well enough. His eyes widen, amidst the fatigue that chokes him. 

“Tighnari.” 

Cyno marches ahead of Aether, not sparing a moment before throwing the door open. He’s disheveled, without his signature headpiece and a jacket draped over his shoulders. One look at him fills Tighnari’s eyes with tears. 

The traveller and Paimon follow close by, eyes widening at the extent of Tighnari’s pallor. If he had been pale earlier, he’s now nothing short of blanched. 

Tighnari stiffens, coughing up blood-tinted drool into his palm. He hastily wipes it on the towel before either of them can see. 

Sensing Tighnari’s overattentiveness, Cyno steps in front of Tighnari with an extended arm. “Thank you for bringing me here. I can take it from here—rest assured he’s in good hands.” 

Aether nods, knowing the closeness the two share. “Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.” 

Cyno lets out an affirmative hum, giving minimal attention to the pleasantries before turning back to Tighnari. He places a hand in his hair, and Tighnari immediately knows its warmth. It’s miles different from the methodical touches he’d been subject to. 

“No one’s here except us. You can breathe easy.” 

Cyno dips a cloth in cold water, wiping at the sweat on Tighnari’s forehead. It’s far from pleasant or clean, but Tighnari doesn’t mumble an apology for once. He instead leans into him, the lump in his throat rendering him unable to speak. 

It’s not long before another episode of pain hits him full force. He’s surprised at how loud he yelps, gripping Cyno’s hand through the excruciating sensations. His body betrays him all at once, forcing up another wave of dark blood up his throat. 

Tighnari sees Cyno’s eyes, brimming with barely-concealed anger. But the pained grimace he displays immediately softens them, and Cyno brings the basin closer to him. He spits the dark liquid gathering in his mouth. 

“Cyno,” he manages out, no longer able to hold back the sobs. “It—it really hurts. I’ve been throwing up for hours.” 

He’s immediately pulled into Cyno’s arms, hair brushed aside and tail curling around them both. Though Cyno’s worry shows, he doesn’t show any more fear than Tighnari does. For the first time, Tighnari feels comforted. 

“It hurts everywhere when I seize up.” Tighnari talks through tears, drenching his own face and Cyno’s jacket. “I—I’m not going to die. But it feels too close to it.” 

Cyno hums, his hands focused on making him comfortable. He gently rubs circles into Tighnari’s chest, moving to his stomach when it gurgles painfully. “You’ve endured well,” he presses his lips to Tighnari’s head, drawing the curtains to leave the room untouched by moonlight. 

Tighnari closes his eyes, leaning against Cyno’s chest. It’s not easy to get the sleep he desperately needs—he throws up on Cyno on more than one occasion, waking up mid-choking to sharp slaps on his back. Though he mumbles an apology, Cyno only wipes his mouth and suggests he get the rest he needs. 

It’s almost dawn when Tighnari sleeps for an hour, eyes pried open by yet another stab of pain in his gut. He’s paying the price of surviving a poisoning attempt, something completely unwarranted.

Tighnari lets out a frustrated scream, curling away from everything that touches his skin. “It won’t stop,” he sobs, digging his nails into his palm. “It just keeps happening over and over. I want it to stop hurting so fucking much.” 

His words are shaky as he cries, angry tears trailing down his reddened cheeks. Cyno doesn’t touch him until he falls back into his arms, muffling his cries into his chest. 

“I know. And I’m not going to leave until it stops.” Cyno continues to pat his back, slowing down until he matches his heartbeat. “You’re going to be all right.” 

It comes out with such conviction that Tighnari genuinely believes it. He clings onto Cyno, choked sobs becoming sniffles. He realizes how badly he’d wanted the reassurance, however blind. 

“I just don’t know why they did this,” Tighnari cries, this time not from the pain. “Why did they hurt me like this?” 

It’s a question neither know the answer to. Cyno doesn’t intend to figure it out, nor does he need the answer. What matters is that he’ll soon have blood on his hands, under the name of justice and his own blinding anger. 

[viatrixtravels-a]

Lumine. Have you tried learning and speaking Fontanian? You can ask Furina or Lyney or Navia for that.

"What do you mean? Paimon and I are obviously fluent already. Listen to this!"

She clears her throat.

"Ahem. Deux croissants, s'il-vous plait!"

"Oui, oui, baguette!"

"Voulez vous une omelette du fromage?"

"Avec une tarte Tatin?"

"Je t'aime les Crêpes Suzette!"

[indilaras]

lotuslight inspiration Prompt: Muse

Day Two of late Kavelou Week, using a prompt from day one. ID below the cut!

ID: a wordless, uncolored seven-panel comic, featuring primarily Kaveh and Nilou from Genshin Impact. Panel 1: A close-up of Nilou with her hands before her face, the pose she strikes in her Elemental Burst animation. The background is filled with shapeless blue glow. Panel 2: A shot of Nilou from the back, with a blue lotus effect blooming beneath her feet and all around her.

Panel 3: Kaveh watches on, wide-eyed, the crowd fading behind the blue aura that permeates this panel and the next two. Panel 4: Nilou's face, eyes closed serenely, with blue petals around her. Panel 5: A close up of Kaveh's eye shining. In the background are simple lotus patterns.

Panel 6: Kaveh is looking down at a sketchpad, with a pencil up to his cheek as he smiles. Lumine and Paimon are to his sides, with Lumine smiling. Panel 7: A page of Kaveh's sketchbook, filled with various sketches of architecture that features lotus patterns, some specifically looking like Nilou's constellation. Sparkles and heart effects are around this panel. End ID.

[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.

[idkfitememate]

Hihihihihi, I couldn't help myself but write something for the otter!creator its on my mind since the brainrot(yes I am the anon who sent that otter idea, and yes I shall dub myself as the otter!anon in your blog)

Set place in Childe in Court

 

The traveler and Paimon rush out to get out of their seats, seeing childe activing his foul legecy, "Ah! his activing his foul legecy!" Paimon cups her cheeks in shock, while traveler looks around to try and stop Childe from activing his foul legecy.

BOOM.

The traveler blinks, at the sudden slam from the stage, The traveler and Paimon quietly gasp as the dust cleared out, there Neuvillette standing over Childe who appeared knock out at the ground, "I am sorry" Neuvillette voice is loud and echo around the entire court "If you been wronged, we will find the truth" Neuvillette gracefully turn around "But the rules of the court, but be upheld" the clockwork meka rush past Neuvillette to take Childe into the fortress.

Then tiny claps slowly echo around the court, the audience, Paimon, Travelr, and Neuvillette look to the sound, up there next to Furina is an Otter, clapping frequently with their tiny paw pads, the Otter seems be treated well, seeing that the Otter is next to the Hydro Archon and seems to be sitting at the most softest and comfortable pillows known to whole teyert, the clapping continues on, if you look closely you can see tiny stars around the Otter face, seemly amaze by the outcome of this trial.

The Otter finally notice the attention, slowly ease their clapping and let out a tiny embarass "Kyuu..." which silently made Furina 'aww' before coughing loudly and anouncing that the trial is over, and the whisper slowly begin the court room, Neuvillette slighty smirk, perhaps the case wasn't so bad after all, their little friend seemed to enjoy it.

Aether Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine & Aether

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 532

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, crack, Paimon’s there too be warned

Following Neuvillette and Furina out after the trial, Paimon and Aether quickly gained on the duo.

“Wait!! WAIT!!!” Called Paimon, an out of breath Aether behind her. The pair stopped their little walk, turning to face them.

“Who’s your little friend?” Aether asked.

“Ah! Mon trésor! Yes yes, me and Monsieur Neuvillette’s darling ˈbābē! Oh, they are but a dear friend to us, isn’t that right, Ma raison d’être? Oh yes it is! Aren’t you so beautiful.~” Furina slowly stopped talking to them, instead cooing at the otter she held in her arms, akin to a baby. She rocked them and booped their nose, giggling throughout.

“Yes, I found ma moitié when I was taking a stroll, traveler. They clung to my leg and then held an amazing opulent shell to me. After taking it they seemed to request to be picked up, and how could I ever say no to ma raison de vivre.” Neuvillette gently took off the hat on the otter, smoothing the fur beneath it before patting the hat back on.

“They have stuck to my side ever since.” He mused.

“AND when they met moi, mon preux chevalier just couldn’t resist!~” Furina exclaimed.

“You guys sure do have a bunch of nicknames for them… jeez…” Paimon muttered.

Aether stared at the blue duo before gently reaching a hand out to pet the otter, only for his hand to get slapped away. When he looked back up, he was met with the glares of both Neuvillette and Furina.

“Do. Not. Touch. Mon. Trésor.” “GET YOUR FILTHY HAND AWAY FROM MON ANGE!” Both Aether and Paimon flinched back in shock.

“You dare try to place you hands of their gleaming coat!? I’ll have you know that it costs more than you’ll EVER SEE IN YOUR LIFE to make it this shiny!!!!” “Keep your tainted flesh to yourself.”

The traveling duo stared on in shock. That was… rather hostile. And now they were just glaring at each other.

Of course, that was until the topic of the discussion began to make noise.

All four of them looked down at the now squirming otter in Furina’s arms. They struggled in her grasp before dropping to the floor. They ran over to Aether before standing on their hind legs, reaching up at Aether to be picked up.

He quickly looked up at the others, noting their shock. Then, he hesitantly picked them up, cradling them in his arms. They began to chirp and chitter in happiness. Aether once again looked up at the other two, Paimon hiding behind him.

Furina and Neuvillette both stared with blank faces, before the hydro archon whipped her hat off her head, shoved it in her face and turned around. She bounced on her heels as she squealed.

“AWEEE!-,” she seemed to immediately regain composure however, “*Ahem* I- I mean, look at our ˈbābē!” She said as she turned back around, still hiding the lower half off her face behind her hat.

Neuvillette turned his head as well, his eyes closed and his hand covering his flushed cheeks and trembling lips.

“S- so adorable..!”

The otter simply snuggled into the man’s arms, continuing to chitter away happily.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Otter!Creator breathing: 🙂

Furina, Neuvillette, and basically the entirety of Fontaine: 🥹🥹🥹

Otter!Creator is so soft. Literally the difference between them and Boar!Creator is the fact that one was pampered and the other basically spent their first year entirely in the wild lol ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

They’re probably gonna have their own tag now, and welcome Otter!Creator Anon! When I finally get around to fixing up my blog so it’s neat and tidy, you’re gonna go right on the anon list, first place! (I really feel like people like Otter!Creator over Boar!Creator but it’s fine, it’s cool ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡)

[a-hell-of-a-time]

Fallen From Grace AU

((As the title implies, this will be an ongoing AU for Andrealphus that is set post canon (aka after the events of Helluva Boss).

In this verse, Andrealphus has been exiled from the goetia due to siding with his sister/aiding her in her plots to make Stolas suffer (I am still working out the details of this). As a result he has lost access to his mansion, his title (marquis), his fortune/wealth and is left to live as a commoner, not unlike how Paimon got Andrealphus to strip Caim of her title and any and all claims to the goetia.

After being ousted and losing everything, Andrealphus is currently struggling to survive in Imp City. He has a rather shabby apartment (though in an offshoot with @copaceticjillybean he will be living with Jillian) that he is trying to reno while trying to sell his skills to whomever will have them.

Said skills include: home renos, construction, and later on, drago performances/shows.

As a result of being exiled, he has lost contact with Stella, Octavia, and even Vassago (and pmuch all the goetia) and he is making no move to reach out to any of them, or anyone unless they seek him out first.

Also: Andrealphus still has his magic, though access to his grimoire(s) was taken from him.

Basically, Andre is being humbled while discovering who he truly is, and if this is a plot that interests you/you want to have your muse take part, please give this post a like!))

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

“Paimon thinks you’ve been sadder than usual. Is something wrong, Traveler?”

Lumine looks up from her thermos of tea and stares off into the middle distance, kicking her feet slowly. She’s several feet in the air perched on one of Sumeru’s giant tree branches, and Paimon floats at her side with a concerned expression.

“Sadder than usual..?” Lumine muses. “How do you mean?”

“Well,” says Paimon, ticking off items on her small, pudgy fingers, “you’re always a little bit sad. And Paimon understands, because it must be very hard to be away from your family. But you’ve been sighing at nothing lately, and spacing out when Tighnari starts talking about mushrooms, and sometimes, I see you awake in the very early morning.”

“Tighnari’s mushroom lectures have always been boring.”

“But you’ve always at least tried to listen.”

Lumine falls silent.

“And sometimes…” Paimon winces. “I see you crying, sometimes, when you should be sleeping.”

Lumine lets out a dry laugh. “You’ve caught me,” she says humorlessly.

“Is this about what Paimon thinks it is?”

“What does Paimon think it is?”

Paimon flies a nervous little loop before settling on the branch beside Lumine and leaning into her side. “Paimon thinks that the Traveler is thinking of someone,” she says, her voice quiet. “Someone she will have to leave.”

Lumine’s hand drifts to her ear, where a single red earring dangles, so at odds with the rest of her outfit. “Yeah,” she says, equally quietly. She presses the pad of her thumb into the edges of the earring. “Yeah, I am.”

Paimon doesn’t say anything for a long moment. “Paimon still thinks he’s bad news,” she says, mulish.

“He certainly is.”

“And possibly evil.”

“Maybe not evil evil.”

“Crazy, though.”

“That, I can’t disagree with.”

Paimon wraps her short arms around Lumine’s waist and buries her face in her dress. “What if he kills you one day?” she whispers.

“He won’t.”

“Paimon doesn’t know that for sure!”

“But I do.” Lumine rests her chin on Paimon’s head, and says, “The only real problem is that I’ll leave one day, and never come back. Sooner than he thinks.”

“Does he think you’ll be around forever?” Paimon scoffs.

“No,” says Lumine. “But he thinks he’ll have enough time to marry me.”

Paimon presses her face harder into Lumine’s torso, her voice coming out muffled. “He’s stupid.”

“He is,” agrees Lumine, her voice breaking a little as she hunches over Paimon, holding the little creature close. “He is.”