#Abyss lumine

[deathbxnny]

Hey! May i request some abyss princess lumine, Skirk and Arlecchino x Jingliu! Reader? The reader used to be from the fallen nation of khaenriah, they were a legendary figure as they were known as the strongest swordman/swordswoman of all time. Their strengh and skilled with the blade could even rivals those of gods. However after the fall of their nation they were corrupted with the abyss. However it took a different effect on them, instead of rotting their flesh. It made them unhinged and unstable as they are ruthless and merciless. However they usually keep a blindfold as a way to surpress their bloodlust. However despite all of this they are kind and respectful until they are provoke.

I really loved writing this, Anon, so thank you for the requested and I hope you'll like this!<3

Content: Angst, mentions of death, reader is unhinged, can be read as either platonic or romantic, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not fully proofread))

》LUMINE

She pitied you, she really did. In a way, she even felt guilty and responsible for the state you were in. Lumine had met and seen you in your prime, back when you were revered as a powerful figure that reigned over battlefields with you sheer strength alone. And now, only a shell of that remains. A fragile one that's at risk of falling apart at any moment. It was tragic and yet another reminder as to why she was doing the things she did. It was important for her to prevail with her plans, if not just for you.

Your mental state was extremely unpredictable, something she learned to deal with over time. You were an even match, and that kept her bloodlust from attempting to kill her. For now, that is. She knows that she can never let her guard down around you, as much as she hates it. On most days, however, you simply calmly reminisce on a long gone past with her, perhaps out of necessity to hold onto something familiar.

Your relationship is filled with turbulent ups and downs that she always handles with ease. You may not be seeking a cure anymore to your deteriorating mental state, but she forever will look for one if it means to bring you back to your former glory.

》SKIRK

You knew each other. It's the first thing she claimed when meeting you, whilst you tried confirming it through a violent battle. It was a tie. And so, you began traveling through the Abyss together, wondering what it was that led your paths to cross. You apologized for your previous transgressions as well, something that piqued her interest greatly and hinted at your irreversible mental state.

She was careful with this fragility of yours and kept you away from the bloodlust by helping you train for it. It was natural to her to teach others, and surprisingly, you kindly accept her offer. Your condition may be incurable, but that doesn't mean that you don't understand the importance of discipline. You begin to learn that you two are strong-willed and very similar through it, a fact you enjoy deeply.

Once you open up about your past and your previous glorious life plagued by victorious battles and unparalleled power, you find yourself reflecting on Skirk's starting words to you. Was it perhaps the connection through the Abyss that made you familiar to one another? Or have you truly met before the fall of your home and nation? There was still so much to learn and experience at her side, that's for sure.

》ARLECCHINO

She has stern control over your chaotic state of mind. To some, this may be concerning, but to the both of you, this was a kind mercy. She helped you regulate the bloodlust and keep it away when it got unbearable. And you appreciated her deeply for it, especially as you knew each other for a long time.

Before your nation fell, she had heard and seen you in all your glory, fight against God's and mortals alike, making you a legend. Your stories had been lost to time by now, but that doesn't mean that she ever could forget them. You are a part of the home now, and the children are trained to deal with your unpredictability as well. They enjoy how kind and respectful you are and strive to be the same.

But alas, the pain and agony the curse had left you in made her secretly look for a cure. She was lucky not to be corroded by it in such a terrible way. And so she used her luck to help you out as well. She figured that she owed you at least that for sticking around with her here.

[vadavv]

knights of teyvat

[betterluucii]

Doodle on straw page again :33

[mokatora]

A knight kisses his princess hand

[sleepyminty]

My takes on our mc girl of hoyoverse

[dilpickle]

Dainlumi sketches I made for something

[maryijoh7]

khaenri'ah gang

[sangoziethesimp]

Shattered Devotion | ABYSS LUMINE X FEM! READER

Story requested by my wife / @gabyuu1

(She's currently simping over abyss lumine)

MEN AND MINORS DNI

Y/n falls for Lumine, unaware she's an abyss princess. Lumine manipulates Y/n's love, playing the vulnerable damsel to gain unwavering devotion. The truth shatters Y/n's world: love was a lie, a tool to make Y/n a puppet for the abyss's return. Now, Y/n, a weapon of love turned cold, serves a monster disguised as a lover.

Monstadt's winds, once playful companions, now whispered a chilling truth through the dying leaves: Lumine was a wolf in sheep's clothing. The warmth that had bloomed between them, the shared laughter and whispered secrets under starlit skies, now felt like a cruel mockery.

It wasn't a sudden change. It was a slow descent, a subtle shift in Lumine's golden eyes that mirrored the encroaching abyss. Cryptic pronouncements about destiny and forgotten power, brushed aside with playful nudges, began to grate on Y/n's soul. Lumine's touch, once a source of comfort, now sent shivers down her spine, a mix of desire and unease.

One starlit night, perched on the very edge of Windrise, Lumine confessed, her voice tinged with a melancholic allure. "The Abyss calls to me, Y/n," she murmured, tracing constellations with a finger that felt like ice. "It offers power, a chance to reclaim what was lost." A single tear escaped her eye, glistening like a fallen star.

Y/n's heart ached. Was this the Lumine she knew, the one who shared dandelion wine and whispered dreams? But the vulnerability in Lumine's eyes, a vulnerability Y/n ached to believe in, was too potent to ignore. "Together, we can find another way," Y/n pleaded, clinging to a sliver of hope.

Lumine's smile faltered, a flicker of something cold crossing her features. "Don't be naive, Y/n. You wouldn't understand the burden I carry." The words stung, laced with an accusation that chilled Y/n to the bone. Was her love not enough?

Days blurred into weeks, the tension thickening the air between them. Lumine's pronouncements became demands, pronouncements of a twisted destiny that gnawed at Y/n's sanity. Yet, with each passing day, Lumine's vulnerability seemed to deepen, a master manipulator tugging at Y/n's heartstrings.

The final blow came on a stormy night. Seeking solace within the familiar walls of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Y/n stumbled upon a hushed conversation. It was Jean, her voice heavy with dread, speaking of an ancient prophecy – an abyssal princess destined to return and claim her birthright, bathed in blood. The name sent a jolt of terror through Y/n: Lumine.

Tears, hot and stinging, streamed down Y/n's face as she confronted Lumine. The playful facade shattered, replaced by a cold, predatory smile. Gone was the damsel in distress, the vulnerable woman Y/n had fallen for. In her place stood an abyssal queen, her eyes burning with a power both familiar and terrifying.

"So you've finally pieced it together, my darling pet," Lumine purred, her voice laced with cruel amusement. "But fear not. Your unwavering devotion has earned you a place by my side. Together, we will reshape Teyvat in our image."

The love Y/n had built, a foundation of trust and shared dreams, was a twisted cage all along. Despair threatened to consume her, but amidst the crushing weight of betrayal, a chilling realization dawned. Lumine never needed her love; she craved her devotion, her unwavering loyalty.

Y/n, a puppet on Lumine's strings, became a weapon, a harbinger of the abyss's return. The warmth in her heart, once Lumine's haven, now echoed with a hollow emptiness. The woman Y/n loved was gone, replaced by a monster who used affection as a leash, leading Y/n, not towards a future, but towards an abyss of her own making. Tears streamed down Y/n's face, not for Lumine's betrayal, but for the love that never truly existed, a love sacrificed on the altar of a dark god disguised as a lover.

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

Dain: please send in literally anybody else for interrogating me. please.

Abyss Sibling, watching as Enjou explains the 5 different ways to conjugate one extremely obscure verb in the language of Byukuyakoku to Dain:

AS: no ♥️

[noriee404]

Therefore we meet again

[linreiart]

reuploading this bc i didn't like the old version

[quaggyday]

Here’s my interpretation of the differences between abyssal Lumine and Aether

Lumine: The villain, she fit perfectly into that role. Her whole life she was a villain, a creation of evil from a family of hatred. She was made to be hated and to be ripped apart and so it made sense she would never run from this fate. Her brother hates her, she accepts that hatred. But she will still fight for the things she cares about knowing full well in the end their will be nobody to defend her. But that is the fate of a villainess, the fate of someone like her

Aether: He’s going crazy. He may seem composed but it’s far more his attempt to be like his sister. In his life he was a star, a perfect golden child made to be loved by anyone. If someone needed his help he would be there because it was his duty. He would give to anyone no matter what and play the role of a hero. But what he saw wrought him with the wicked truth, Teyvat was ruled by mockery's of light. Maybe it was a savior complex but he didn’t care, he needed to prove he could bring real light to Kheanri'ah. Insanity and prayers plague him all as he leads a rebellion praying into his soul when this is over his sister will understand. She has to understand, a hero must do anything even if it means giving her up

[snipp-snapp-snute]

Local man loses sister, everyone refuses to help (heartbreaking)

[thedrawerfornow]

kinda lazy lunime drawing :/

[moemaswa]

This is only a work in progress, but Y'ALL I finally tried out genshin and I'm already obsessed with these two 💀💀 I wanted to try my hand at creating some abyss order fits despite just barely scratching the surface of this game lmao any criticism is appreciated as always 💕

(click for better quality)

[st-rayy]

Forget-Me-Nots in the rain - DainsLumi Angst One-Shot

I always write angst when I feel empty it seems Anyway life laugh love dainslumi thank you @michiruzz for proof-reading xoxo

rough word count: 1549

tw: hurt no comfort, described use of violence and blood

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Forget-Me-Nots in the rain

Lumine hadn't spoken to Dainsleif for a long time.

He felt like she was giving him the silent treatment at first, thought he had done something wrong, said something that must've upset her, but she also seemed pretty absent that whole day.

After he found her, all alone kneeling on the floor, he brought her back to their campsite and made her some food. She looked so pale, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Lumine…" He spoke up softly, lifting a spoon with soup to her face but she never took the spoon. Maybe she wasn't hungry. Maybe she was sick? Dainsleif didn't know.

He heaved a sigh, setting the bowl back down, and crawled back into the tent. He sat next to her, in a calm manner and slowly guided her head to rest against his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, but she didn't answer him, as expected. "Did I do something? Did something happen?" Dainsleif tried again - to no avail.

He kissed the top of her head, just to show her that he was there for her.

They looked at the scenery outside. Lumine's stare was absent and lacked the tint of life. Dainsleif's stare was cold yet his face calm.

One drop of water hit Dainsleifs leg, then another and another, until it started to rain more heavily. The former knight acted as he thought he should and gently pulled Lumine more inside the tent. It would at least shield them for a while.

The sound of the rain was calming, especially since they were close to a small river. The drops splattered onto the water of the river, creating a soothing sound around them.

"You have to eat at least something." Dainsleif told her sternly now and raised the spoon to her lips. "You don't need to talk, just eat."

Lumine accepted the food, even if she was reluctant. How greatful Dainsleif was that she ate the soup.

Feeding Lumine, Dainsleif inspected her carefully. She was incredibly pale, her eyes looked dull, sucked dry from any sign of life, the slight trembling as she moved… It concerned him greatly.

Dainsleif took off his cape, putting it over Lumine's shoulders in an attempt to both soothe her and keep her warm.

But Lumine still trembled and she didn't meet his gaze. 'Deep breaths' Dainsleif told himself 'she must have a cold.' or at least he hoped.

"Lumine, let's lay down, you're shaking…"

Once again, no response. The blonde knight pushed her onto her back without any resistance from her. It almost seemed she finally snapped out of it when Lumine blinked up at him slowly.

He was glad.

"Everything okay?" He asked her and she nodded slightly.

At least she reacted to his questions now.

"Still hungry?"

Lumine shook her head, but her stomach betrayed her with a small growl. The Twilight Sword smiled at her, caressing her cheek in a surprisingly loving way.

He offered her more of the soup and watched her sit up on the soft floor of the tent. "I want more…" Lumine muttered and Dainsleif didn't waste any time to fill her bowl with more soup.

She ate it all up, but the frown never left her face, the dull look in her eyes never faded.

"Dainsleif…"

"Hm?"

It's as if he was talking to a brick wall. Never had Dainsleif seen Lumine this absent and locked in. She didn't open up about what happened and left him guessing.

When Lumine didn't speak up again, Dainsleif pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead and laid down next to her. Lumine knew he'd gladly be her pillow if she wanted that.

But she decided to lay far away from him, which caused a frown to tug at the corners of the blonde knight's mouth.

This was killing him.

The thought of accidentally having upset Lumine never left him alone, not even after he could hear that Lumine was seemingly asleep.

That night, falling asleep wasn't easy. Dainsleif closed his eyes but his mind could never actually calm down as thousands of thoughts scattered through it per minute.

The sounds of the crickets outside… the splashing of the waterdrops hitting the surface of the river nearby… The sound of the raindrops hitting the tent's ceiling.

The blonde knight opened his eyes when he heard shuffling next to him. Lumine raised her self up into a sitting position. He could feel her stare at his back before the rustling began again.

She was leaving the tent? In the middle of the night? While it rained?

That didn't seem normal.

The blonde outlander left the tent, her small steps battering in the puddles. The further her steps faded the more concerned Dainsleif before he finally decided to go affer her.

She hadn't walked all too far, but she was back at the cliff he found her at. She stared into the sunrise, raindrops soaking her hair and clothes within minutes.

"He was right."

Lumine spoke up suddenly and Dainsleif raised a brow, keeping a distance from her as to not discomfort her.

"He was right all along."

She said again, before she looked at Dainsleif with a cold glare.

"You lied to me, didn't you?" Her words struck a nerve in Dainsleif. Him? Lie to her? Never.

"What are you talking about?" He asked her, trying to keep his voice calm but that only fueled her anger.

"Don't play dumb with me now."

"I'm not playing dumb."

"Liar."

There it was again. Liar. He wasn't a liar. He wouldn't lie to her, he didn't even know what she thought he lied about.

"Enlighten me. What did I lie about?" He tried again as her glare intensified. Lumine, his Lumine, didn't trust him anymore.

Her piercing eyes were cold and dull, he had never seen her like this and he didn't know what caused this. She took a deep breath "This isn't right. Your perspective on the situation, everything we've done so far, isn't what we should've been doing. We were just wasting our time!"

The blonde swordsman fell silent once more. The sun rose higher and higher behind Lumine's petite form, making it hard for him to see her expression.

Despite their argument she still looked stunning in the sunrise.

"Lumine-" He started but she cut him off immediately.

"They showed me the truth. I know everything I need to know."

Lumine's words made no sense to him. "What truth? What kind of brainless i-" His words were cut short by a blade dashing towards him.

Dainsleif managed to draw his own sword just in time, a clanking sound erupted from them. "Lumine?!" He yelled out but her glare remained.

The small woman raised her sword again and again, all of her attacks were blocked by Dainsleif's own. Cluttering sounds, the clanking of metal on metal, a few screams of anger from Lumine's part.

Dainsleif tried to reason with her "Lumine, stop this nonsense!" And for a moment, he swore he saw a glimpse of regret in her eyes.

That was a bluff. He let his guard down for a mere second and found her sword stuck in his abdomen. They struggled against each other. The more he struggled, the deeper she pushed her sword.

He couldn't die, they both knew, but Dainsleif wasn't immune to pain. The look in Dainsleif's eyes was pleading, he wanted her to listen.

The blonde outlander twisted her sword in his abdomen, causing Dainsleif to scream out in pain. He stumbled back as she pulled her sword out, causing blue-ish blood to drop into the fresh green grass. The Twilight Sword almost dropped his own sword as he tumbled until he tripped over his own feet and landed on his ass with the back of his head hitting the trunk of a tree.

The pain was barely manageable.

Dainsleif tasted a warm and metallic liquid on his tongue. It was only then, that he realised it was his own blood. He spit it out, pressing a hand firmly onto the inflicted wound that was slowly soaking his clothes. The wet warmth was disgusting on his skin.

"Don't try to come after me. Our journey ends here, Twilight Sword." Lumine said in a harsh tone, but her eyes betrayed her. The oh-so-regretful and saddened tint in her eyes said more than her words could ever express.

While the blonde man bled on the floor, pleading for her to stay, the outlander started to walk off into the sunrise with a tight feeling in her chest.

Dainsleif remained on the floor until there was no sight of Lumine. She was gone and left him broken on the floor as she left. In all his life, Dainsleif couldn't remember the last time he had felt that sting in his eyes.

His vision became blurry until the the first tears rolled down his freckled cheek. A dark blue hand slowly raised before it hit the trunk violently with a pained sob. Underneath his weight were a few flowers crushed. Those white, sad looking flowers were also soaked in his blood now.

He was a monster, wasn't he?

The man raised an arm to his face, sniffling softly as a few raindrops started to fall from the sky once more.

"Shit…"