#Lumine x Tartaglia

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Springtime Dance🌷🌸🌻

[slimepuparibaba]

✨️🐳 "Rightfully hers as she's rightfully his" 🐳✨️

also some of the layers fufu

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[aminiexq]

Chilumi win in survey.

[thewarinourstarwars]

Like Different Stars

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Tartaglia/Lumine (Chilumi)

Summary: “It’s because I trust you the most that I have a favor to ask.”

Her head swiveled. He had grown more serious now, the tired warrior having returned.

“What’s the favor?” A part of her knew she should dismiss it immediately, as she wanted no part in Fatui schemes.

And yet she knew that she would be yanked around on the strings of the Tsaritsa like a puppet no matter what road she took here. Somehow, no matter what she did, it had a way of playing out well for the Fatui in the endgame.

And a part of her could not deny Ajax what he wanted, could not betray the fondness and trust exchanged now in the night, in this secret reunion.

“I need to you to hang onto this for me.” He removed his Vision from his belt. “I can’t explain why, but I can’t have it right now and I need someone to keep it safe.”

OR

Childe trusts Lumine with his Vision for safekeeping.

“Ah, it’s great to see you again.” Childe sighed and looked up to the night sky above them.

The lights were so bright here, that Lumine could only see pinpricks from the brightest stars, far from the swirling galaxies that she was used to seeing over even the most advanced cities of Teyvat. 

Seeing only faintly-twinkling pinpricks made her feel uneasy, as weak as she had felt when she’d first awoken on that beach in Mondstadt. For so long, voyaging across the sea of infinite stars between realms had been her only constant, the last comfort and security after her forgotten homeworld had been destroyed. 

There was something else about Fontaine that set Lumine on edge, made her skin prickle and all her hair stand on end. She could see it in the eyes of the smiling people, always darting to the mechanical guards and the shadow of the islands looming overhead. She could hear it in the mumbles and whispers of an old prophecy, of a day of judgement coming. 

She could close her eyes and ears and pretend not to see it, pretend not to notice it. How many worlds had she done that in, never to question their fates again? That is, until now. 

She looked to Childe, and thought of how the thin white streak in his hair had grown wider, stark against the lively copper. His eyes were brighter than usual, the way they only were around Teucer or in the heat of battle. He was always more alive when he looked at her, when he was by her side. 

He was her enemy, allied with the Tsaritsa who had hurt her friends, who was threatening the world that had become as much of a home as that first one had been to her. And yet, like Teyvat, against her will she had become fonder of him than she’d ever confess. 

“It’s good to see you too.” The words came out, barely above a whisper. Maybe she even hoped that he wouldn’t have heard it, forgotten it over the silence of her reverie. 

But no such hope was honored. 

He looked back to her, ocean eyes shining like the waves in the moonlight of the canal outside of the grand hotel. 

“I had no idea I meant so much to you, Traveler.” There was a teasing edge to his voice, but beneath it was something much more genuine. “I thought you still hated me, even after our adventures in Inazuma together.”

Lumine shrugged. “I’m still not going to be a friend to the Fatui.”

“But to a Harbinger?” He raised an eyebrow.

Lumine looked back to the waters. “I’m willing to be Ajax’s friend.”

“Oh.”

She looked back in time to see him genuinely caught off-guard. He blinked at her, once, twice, a tinge of pink filling his cheeks. It was such a soft look, for someone like him. 

He coughed into his fist and the two of them looked away at anything, at anywhere else but the connection that was becoming palpable between them. 

It was a long time before Childe spoke again. “I’m glad to have you as my comrade, Lumine. I’d trust you over anyone else to fight by my side.”

She could feel that he’d turned back to her, but she could not, would not return that gaze because she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. 

“It’s because I trust you the most that I have a favor to ask.”

Her head swiveled. He had grown more serious now, the tired warrior having returned. 

“What’s the favor?” A part of her knew she should dismiss it immediately, as she wanted no part in Fatui schemes. 

And yet she knew that she would be yanked around on the strings of the Tsaritsa like a puppet no matter what road she took here. Somehow, no matter what she did, it had a way of playing out well for the Fatui in the endgame. 

And a part of her could not deny Ajax what he wanted, could not betray the fondness and trust exchanged now in the night, in this secret reunion. 

“I need to you to hang onto this for me.” He removed his Vision from his belt. “I can’t explain why, but I can’t have it right now and I need someone to keep it safe.”

He pressed the Vision into her cupped hands. The light of the Vision danced in front of her, like sunlight on the waves of the shoals of Liyue. She stared at it before her eyes moved up to its owner. 

“What are you planning?”

He looked down at the Vision with a sense of longing. “Whatever I can to keep my colleagues from razing this city. I didn’t want things to go that way in Liyue, but my colleagues don’t share the same sense of honor. I’ll do what’s necessary for the Tsaritsa. . . But the Knave’s plan is completely unnecessary.”

“Childe, what is the Knave planning?” That general sense of unease exploded into full-blown panic. If her methods were something that even he disagreed with. . . 

“I know I have no right to ask this.” His fingers lingered under her own, cupped around that Vision. He looked so tired, so resigned to fate, so deflated. Like he had after the Ruin Guard factory. “Please, comrade. Trust me one more time?”

Their eyes met, and all Lumine could see was sincerity. In an instant, she understood him as a fellow traveling warrior, a fellow vagabond who had lost their home a long time ago with their innocence. In him, she saw the rainfall, the attempt to make things right. 

“I will.” She placed the Vision in the pocket of her dress. “I’ll keep it safe.”

He smiled, more out of relief than anything else. “Thank you. I trust you will.”

He then sighed and turned. “I just wish things could have been different.”

“Teucer once told me that you’d have joined me, if I’d asked.” Lumine realized she sounded unbearably sad. “But it’s too late for that, isn’t it?”

He turned back to her, a reflection of her own unacknowledged sorrow. “It always was, comrade.”

Lumine reached for his hand. Before she knew it, she was pulling him in closer, until they were face to face, eye to eye. . . 

That was when he leaned in for the kiss and she didn’t dare push him away. Their embrace was a desperate plea to stay, although Lumine had no idea who was doing the pleading. Maybe it was both of them. 

Their kiss tasted bittersweet, like the fall of rain.

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tartaglia | Childe/Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact) Characters: Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact), Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Diluc (Genshin Impact), Rosaria (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Kaeya Venti and Paimon also show up for tiny bits, beta read because I have anxiety, Violence is an excellent first date gift right?, Diluc/Rosaria might be the outcome of this fic Summary:

After the events of Inazuma, Lumine sends Ajax Tartaglia Childe a letter. She has a favor she needs, and a present for him, and they might both be violence. It's her idea of a first date.

[chaoticremnants-wattpad]

Chilumi Oneshot [ Genshin Impact ]

Dawn's Light

Dawn was just upon the horizon, sunlight peeking through the small gap between the curtains, painting faint patterns along the girl's exposed body. A thin sheet draped along her lower abdomen, slowly sitting up to climb out of bed.

The figure beside her began to stir awake, Lumine turning to glance at her company. Copper colored hair shifted along the pillow, the girl frozen until he fell quiet once more, successfully dangling her legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. The sunlight warmed her bare skin, shoulders relaxed as she scooped her dress off the floor. The material hugged her body comfortably as she slipped it on, adjusting the spaghetti straps.

The blonde felt at ease for the first time in a very long time, turning around to gaze at the sleeping man. His chest rose and fell, the girl wondering how long it has been since he got to rest this well. She didn’t know too much about him; Childe opened up to the Traveler in small tidbits, never prying further than what he chose to disclose. Lumine sat back against the mattress, the surface dipping a bit under her weight before turning to Tartaglia, examining his peaceful expression.

It was funny how one could go from fighting to, well, this. A playful duel between companions turning into something much more intimate. It was unexpected but welcomed.

Lumine reached over to brush some of his curls away from his forehead, not getting that far before his hand shot up instinctively, gently grasping her wrist and pulling her small frame against him. Before she could process anything, the boy was on top of her, settled between her legs. The skirt of her dress rode up on her thighs, Tartaglia squinting down at her through his sleepy haze.

“Hey girlie..” A smile formed on the boy's lips, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her exposed collarbone, lips lazily trailing up to her neck and towards the outer lobe of her ear. The butterflies within her stomach stirred, clenching her thighs in response before letting out a soft exclamation. The sheet slipped off his hips, exposing all of him once again, her face heating up as her golden orbs lingered for a moment too long.

“G.. good morning..” She stammered, feeling his weight shift towards the hand that was planted on the mattress next to her hip, his other hand pinning her wrists down above her head.

“Good indeed.” His eyes twinkled with amusement, blue orbs trained on her to gauge her reactions accordingly. Childe dipped his head down to drop a kiss to the cleavage that threatened to spill out from her dress, his lips traveling slowly down her body. 

Lumine arched her back, pressing her porcelain skin against his lips while a soft moan pushed free from her lips. The blonde's body reacted with every kiss and touch, craving more from the man. When she felt his grip on her wrists ease, the girl pushed against the man's lean frame, using her lower body to gain the upperhand once again, straddling his hips.

His orbs grew a few shades darker, a smirk forming on his lips as his eyes swept over the curve of her hips. Tartaglia reached up, slipping the tip of his index finger under the spaghetti strap of her dress. His eyes burned with desire, eyes glued to her clothed chest but Lumine pinned his wrist down onto the mattress before he could slip off the strap. A devilish grin spread on her lips, a surge of confidence flowing through her system.

“Is everything a competition with you?” She purred playfully, leaning down so their faces were inches apart. “You’re lucky to have found someone who can keep up with you.” The girl dropped a soft kiss to the man's lips, pulling away just as he was about to give in.

“I am lucky.” His eyes bore into hers, ocean blue meeting sunset gold. A sense of dread filled the girl, sliding off his lap and sitting on the edge of the bed, back turned to him. Tartaglia perched himself onto his elbows, a concerned expression dawning on his face. “Did I say something to upset you?”

Lumine bit her bottom lip, a sudden wave of sadness crashing over her. Tartaglia felt a shift in the mood, settling behind her and delicately wrapping his arms around her petite waist.

“Hey.. talk to me.” He mumbled softly, propping his chin against her shoulder, the scent of her shampoo filling his senses as he dropped a soft kiss to her neck. The contact churned her butterflies, a smile threatening to form on her lips.

After a few moments, the girl exhaled softly, settling her hands on his that were holding her. “You know I’m not from this world. That I’ll have to leave eventually.” Her eyes settled on the rising sun, Tartaglia’s fingers drawing soothing circles against Lumine’s skin through the material of her dress.

“But do you have to go?” The boy asked, gaze softening as she turned to look at him. Her silence was enough for him to continue. “Stay…” The sunlight ignited the flecks of gray and dark aquamarine in his beautiful eyes, rarely seeing such a vulnerable side to the man.

His suggestion made her heart flutter, a stubborn blush spreading across her face as she tenderly cupped his cheek. “Childe –” “Look, we don’t have to discuss this right now.” The man spoke softly, Lumine’s shoulders relaxing slightly as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Not until we find your brother.”

“We?” Lumine’s golden orbs flickered to his, arching an eyebrow. His index finger traced her jaw, chuckling when he detected the challenge behind her gaze.

“Yes. We came this far already. What’s another journey together?” He chuckled, a mischievous glint present in his blue eyes. The girl rolled her eyes playfully before feeling his arms pull her back against his torso. Soft laughter bubbled from the girl, Childe keeping her cradled in his arms. “Besides, Teucer wouldn’t forgive me if something happened to you. Someone needs to keep an eye on you.”

The blonde scoffed at his cockiness, refusing to admit how happy he made her. “And you still owe me that tour around Snezhnaya. Or did you forget?” A muffled chuckle pushed past his lips, sending subtle vibrations through her skin as he dropped another kiss to her shoulder.

“I could never forget that, Traveler.” Lumine twisted her body enough to face Childe, arms securely around her. His gaze was composed of a tenderness she wasn’t accustomed to, the heat enough to make her cheeks flush pink. “I promise.”

Tears blurred her vision, only then realizing how much they cared for each other. It was unlike anything she’s ever felt. Words couldn’t quite express her gratitude for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips tenderly. Where words failed, Lumine prayed that her actions spoke volumes, unable to suppress her smile as they deepened the kiss. The pair fell back against the mattress, tangling themselves once again as the sun rose higher into the sky, marking the start of a brilliant day ahead of them.

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WIP

[koinotame]

idolatry

word count: 3.1K content warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, half self indulgent reader insert fanfiction half character study, unreality, religious undertones, possession is discussed abstractely, hypothetical harm to reader, the yandere is subtle but it's there

summary: you've somehow been reincarnated into a version of genshin impact where all the playable characters are self aware and seem besmitten with the player. the problem is that they can't make up their minds about whether you're their player or not...

a/n: aether vs your many fake fans

the flow of time has never felt steady to aether. despite how important it was to humans wherever he and his sister have traveled, there has always been a disconnect from it for him. You disappearing for months at a time is nothing out of the ordinary. time flows the same with or without You. like the sea's waves, it recedes and pushes. when he's used as a vessel by You, weeks can pass by in the blink of an eye and hours can feel like years spent in Your embrace. years have passed since You first started possessing them, and yet it's only been a couple of months at most. nothing moves forward in Your presence, nothing stays in stasis in Your absence.

so when he suddenly truly understands how humans experience the passage of time during another one of Your disappearances, aether immediately knows something is wrong. filled with dread and a harrowing heaviness deep in his gut that something has happened he can never take back, he finally understands what it means to be desperate for more time. have You abandoned him at last? has he not been enough, not quick enough to uncover this world's secrets and find his sister as You desired? finding you, clearly not from this world and trying to backtrack when you call him by his name—aether, his name, not Your sacred name he has been passing off as his own ever since Your arrival in teyvat—before any of Your other undeserving, fanatical vessels do seems nothing short of a miracle to him.

overjoyed at not having been abandoned after all, he clings to you and promises to protect and guide you through this foreign world—this time not as Your vessel, but as your first and most devoted follower. he doesn't need to be his own person, not when he can exist within the context of you.

paimon is less convinced. aether has turned even more immoderate and unnerving ever since your appearance, and she's not a fan. she… kind of understands. how important You are to aether, to the many others You've met through them during their journey. but does he—do any of them—really need to devote their entire being to You? she doesn't mind you, as a person, she really doesn't. but she doesn't like what You as a concept do to aether.

these days, she barely feels like she's part of the group, the one she formed with aether what seems so long ago, anymore. your arrival has completely overshadowed her presence. where she was previously part of a duo with her travel companion, she feels like little more than an afterthought now. she misses him. he calls her silly for it. she has only ever known him through Your command, so there isn't anything to miss. he's the same as he has always been. she just doesn't understand because You never graced her with Your embrace, and now that you have seemingly lost that ability perhaps she will never understand.

she says nothing, but she finds herself a little glad. better to never experience Your embrace, whatever that means, than lose herself completely in devotion to someone who clearly wants none of it.

the first archon they approach with you, venti, is apologetic but firm in the notion that aether is simply confused. he can understand how aether came to the conclusion, desperate and unused as he is following Your disappearance, but Your presence is simply unmistakable. he bids the two of you farewell amicably, but you find it impossible not to notice the difference in his demeanour afterwards when you run into him around the city. his smile is deftly crafted and practiced, his voice level and fingers steady as they pluck the strings of his lyre, but something about his eyes betray his own growing desperation.

if even aether is faltering like this, perhaps You really have abandoned them this time…? if he shows You how well mondstadt is faring, how much they've rebuilt and grown and thrived since You helped him quell dvalin's anguish, will You be proud of him and return? even if not to him, at least to the city? will You ever have Your vessels dance in the city square's fountain, or make the hike up the skyfrost nail to gaze upon the beauty of the unabating grey and white landscape again?

over time, even venti wavers and starts seeing what aether has seen in you. it is equal parts acceptance and desperation that drives him to you, to the one Your faithful traveler has placed his belief in, to feel Your embrace again, even if it can never be the same as it once was. he survived thousands of years without Your grace, to fold for it now that he knows what Your benevolence feels like is nothing short of shameful. the thought gnaws at him all the while until it has consumed him whole. in the end, he has not grown at all; still that little wind spirit desperate to not lose another he holds close. somehow, when you hold him, he can't seem to mind.

while the two of them have never discussed the matter of You explicitly, aether is perceptive enough to realise zhongli is one of the most reverent of the whole… of any of Your vessels. you called them cast without thinking the other day, whatever that meant. of Your cast. so he goes to him next, telling him that You've made Your way to this world permanently, that he's found You. his first instinct is anger, anger at your lying, anger that aether, who You have blessed with Your presence more than anyone else, who You picked as Your primary vessel, would fall for such mockery. aether was astute to not bring you along when he announced this, or perhaps you knew and chose not to yourself. it matters not. he knows he has proven himself to You, that the real You would never hesitate to reveal Yourself to him. instead of expression his righteous fury, he does his utmost to reign it in. if anything, this works in his favour. he almost feels sorry for aether, wrapped so tightly around the pinkie of a fraud.

upon meeting you properly, he realises perhaps he misunderstood the situation a little. zhongli isn't a fool (when he's not blinded by momentary rage, at least), he can see how uncomfortable you are with the whole situation. while you are not blameless for continuing this facade, aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace. that drunkard too, falling into temptation out of loneliness like that, will get what's coming to him.

until then, all he needs to do is keep his distance and stay as he is, as Your most loyal and dedicated devotee. until then, all he needs to do is send the two of you off. there is no need for him to get violent, not when Your punishment will hurt aether all the more. he thought he was long past such childish emotions, but he supposes that even now You breathe new vigor into him.

you shy either away from visiting inazuma entirely. seeing how the previous archons have reacted to you, you have little doubt that the raiden shogun would be the first to get violent. it's a dilemma you would rather avoid altogether, if possible. just in case. maybe your worry is misplaced, but… aether, of course, can never deny You, and the raiden shogun, of course, would meet your expectations without a proper thought.

the puppet has learned since, but much of the framework of logic she used to enact the vision hunt decree and rule over inazuma in the past several hundred years remains and is hard to completely make away with in such a short amount of time. imposing ei's will on a whole nation is wrong, but arresting and doing away with someone making a ridicule of You is a completely different thing. ei remains a little more hesitant, but even she cannot bring herself to completely disagree. You are the pinnacle of eternity, of control, of life—for some mere human to be impersonating You is unacceptable. hearing the traveler, Your closest companion, has put his trust in you would give her a bit of pause. he was right last time, so maybe this time as well… but then it was You who was right through him, not him in and of himself.

ultimately, your instincts would have turned out to be correct, and she buries herself in her plane once again, leaving the shogun to continue cleaning up inazuma. on her own, she imagines herself meeting You—the true You—and what it would be like to welcome you to her nation in earnest. she wonders if You would be proud of her.

nahida knows You immediately. she is the archon of wisdom, and weak as she may be, that title is not for nothing. your presence feels a bit differently from how it did when there was much more distance between You and her, but it pushes and pulls in a similar way. she doesn't feel she needs to, but should it come to it, she could always take a quick peek at your thoughts… and she would just get confirmation that she was right from the start. now that she's free—largely by virtue of You and the traveler—her word has much more weight than before. sumeru will always welcome You with open arms. if you prefer to live more privately, she understands that. but know that you can always come to her. for anything. she really, really means it.

it's only a small, selfish part of her, and she doesn't like thinking this way or how the other archons, the ones who should recognise You right away, are treating you, but a tiny part of her deep down finds herself feeling almost proud that she's the only one to recognise your grace. whenever you're around, she finds herself spending all of her free time with you. she wants to hear everything—your thoughts, your opinions, which weather or meal or nation you like better, your experiences, your home world, what it was like handling your vessels, everything and anything you deem fit to share with her. from how you indulge her, she's glad she also seems to bring you a similar comfort to the one You give her.

she wonders if Your embrace feels similar to when she possesses others' bodies. the warmth and absolute serenity that overtakes all of her senses when You control her can't compare to anything else. it's nice to be in at the helm of herself too, of course, especially with her newfound autonomy. but if You were to offer her that comfort permanently, she wouldn't be able to turn down Your offer.

when furina looks at you, she sees a reflection of herself. she might not recognise You, but she cannot bring herself to disdain someone in such a similar position to herself. she cannot imagine that You, kind and benevolent and goodhearted as You are, would want her to be cruel to you. whether that is her genuine belief or an attempt to redeem herself to You, after deceiving not only Your vessel but also You directly, does it matter?

Your presence has been a fairly recent entrance in her life, but she has been hearing about You for hundreds of years. she cannot remember a single conversation she ever had with her mirror self that did not feature You as a point of dialogue, of ambition. with only her and You to cling onto for hope for five hundred years, the only natural outcome was to develop such a strong faith and dependence on You. perhaps not as fervent as some of the other… archons, but not something that should be underestimated. Your presence in fontaine, even if through the traveler, had given her renewed hope at the time. as soon as she saw him for the first time, she knew.

your presence is… completely different. there's hints of You—likely residue You've left in the traveler—but not much else. she cannot believe in false idols, she tells the two of you, but she will see about providing some lodging for you. even if the traveler—even if aether is wrong about this, his service to fontaine deserves some merit, so she's sure this can be overlooked. it's what You would want, she hopes to herself. and if she finds herself seeking you out more and more, what difference does it make? when you smile so sweetly at her and praise her for holding on for so long, that you're proud of her, her resolve cracks.

neuvillette has always known of You. it is only when the traveler shows up in fontaine with Your presence in tow that he understands with certainty that You do exist, that he truly understands how wonderful Your warmth feels even at a distance and in these circumstances. You take Your leave for a while, and he thinks he is alright with that. even just knowing Your comfort so intimately (because this is already so much more than most are permitted), however brief, is enough for him. perhaps his returned authority also has an impact, but he is certain it would not have felt this invigorating without Your help.

and then You return, and he finds himself actually understanding what it means to be embraced. no sooner is he experiencing what it feels like to be whole for the first time before he finds himself in sumeru's desert, where he remains stranded for a week. Your presence fades until his punishment—for what, he remains uncertain—is complete, but Your hold on him does not, and something keeps him in place there the entire time. You do not use him much after that. he cannot deny Your judgement, even if he does not quite understand.

he learns of your arrival in teyvat through chance, by way of some opera gossip which happens to mention that furina has found herself a close friend. when he catches a glimpse of you… he cannot say he feels Your presence. none of you breathe a word about the subject to him, and it is only much later he learns of what you're hiding. if Your every loyal furina and Your first and most important vessel recognised You when he did not even so much as suspect it, where does that leave him?

of course childe would recognise You. that piece of the abyss that clawed its way into him so deeply it will never separate from him again would recognise You anywhere, even should ajax not. long before your current descent, he recognised Your strings of control much earlier than most of Your other vessels did. while he's never really given much thought to whether others have recognised You as well, he noticed the way Your presence lingered on aether in particular right away.

it's part of what drew him to the traveler in the first place—what's so special about him? why not childe? why did this outlander get to be Your vessel and he didn't? has he not proven himself enough for You? his mission aside, he felt a more personal disdain at the traveler. after he embarrassed himself in front of You and the truth came to light, he tries his hardest to redeem himself to the traveler. to You. so, naturally, when Your favourite little traveler comes to him with You in tow, he recognises You right away, as he always has. he's a little bitter, if anything—why did it take aether so long to come to him? does he not trust him? is he controlling You and Your actions? or—and he tries not to think about this too hard—is it You who doesn't trust him?

it doesn't matter. You're here now, and he's here for You now, and he'll do everything in his power to help You. You won't have to be alone any more, he promises, You won't have to hurt any more. nobody will harm You, ever again, not when he's here now. (he ignores how aether has easily stopped any harm from coming Your way so far without his help.)

it is you who thinks to approach albedo. the link is weak, but as soon as aether shows up at his makeshift lab in dragonspine with You in tow, he knows. it's as if he has no other option than to recognise You, however faint Your aura has become, as if there was never another possibility. it makes sense—after all, he was made for You. so were all the others, in a way, as was the whole world of teyvat, but not in the same way his master crafted him for You. to appeal to You. to be used by You. to find out the truth about You, though it's possible she just left him with that mission (to find out the truth about "the world"—You are the world) to keep him busy after she threw him away when he did not yield the results she was searching for. it doesn't matter. he's found You now, and he can't let you slip away. especially not to Your other, faulty vessels, those who couldn't recognise You at first glance.

thankfully, you seem fond of the area of the mountain and don't mind staying. you even take interest in his work, though you seem to not enjoy the constant sketches and pieces of art he produces of You for you as much. it's not the same as when You fill every molecule in his body and bend it to Your whim, but this is also nice.

one day you ask him about alice; she's been to different worlds, so you wonder if he could ask her about her methods. you seem hesitant, and you waited specifically until aether had left to collect some food for the next couple of days. it's a logical choice, Your favourite vessel would not take Your request well. albedo can't find it in himself to either. even if it's you asking, he cannot just let You leave, not after all this time. he promises you he will ask, but is honest when he tells you alice might take a long, long time to pass by mondstadt again, so… in the meantime, let him know if there's anything he could do to make Your stay here in teyvat more comfortable. anything at all. You're going to be here for some time, after all.

[beechu-beechu]

My scrumblies

[mysticmiav]

It's mermay time to bring this chilumi back😌💙

[tikay-kikay]

They give off a similar vibe...

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Chilumi uni AU ♥️

[aniitaruiz]

[snipp-snapp-snute]

I feel UNWELL

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