#lumiharem

[oletarts]

"Come Along With Me" A Genshin Impact Lumiharem Zine

An 83 page Fanmade Genshin Impact zine focusing on Lumine and the men of Teyvat.

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[yeehawnk]

I have a lot of different lumine ships that I like, but not in like a “different relationship AUs” way, OR like a poly way.

I just think she’s racking up romantic interests as she travels, but she’s not really committed fully to any of them.

Some are more significant than others but mainly she’s just trying to find her brother so they can leave.

[kipsels]

Rumour Has It

Zhonglumi 'secret relationship'

Xiangling

It’s just typical Liyue gossip. Xiangling hears it all when she’s working in the kitchen, and the flavour of the week changes just as quickly as the menu.

Okay, so she might hope that she’s wrong, especially when she spies the two of them sitting together and enjoying her food. How could she not, when she sees Lumine’s face light up with laughter and the soft smile that the consultant answers her with? There’s a warmth between them that’s undeniable, a friendship built from bonding over the deepest of struggles.

Xiangling is positive that they’re just friends, but that doesn’t mean she can’t hope, right?

Hu Tao

O-ho, Hu Tao just knows that they’re fucking.

Sure, she’s never caught them in the act or anything - Zhongli seemed to be way too stuffy for anything that risqué, but it’s not like she hasn’t seen the signs.

Her consultant’s unusual hours, his spontaneous requests to take leave that sometimes devolved into outright absenteeism. And so what if that’s what he was ‘usually’ like, Hu Tao knows this is different.

Watching the way Zhongli undressed Lumine with his eyes from across the banquet table just confirmed it.

And they probably thought they were being sneaky, ha!

Shenhe

Shenhe was starting to realise how much people talk. Their chatter was never ending, pointless drivel that was loud and suffocating to her senses. She’d gotten used to the whispers and the sidelong glances she received from the residents of Liyue, curiosity getting the better of them as they wondered just who, or what, she was.

But the new rumour had taken everyone by storm. The consultant and the traveller were lovers, they said.

Huh.

Right or wrong, Shenhe would happily teach that consultant a lesson or two if he ever hurt her friend, Cloud Retainer’s warnings be damned.

Xingqiu

It’s like something straight out of a book. Star crossed lovers, destined to meet just before a tumultuous calamity tore them apart. A man blessed with the ability to wield the earth’s powers and a woman who descended from the stars above.

Could there be anything more romantic?

Ah, but he was getting ahead of himself again.

Chongyun would berate him for jumping to conclusions, but Xingqiu knew what he saw.

It could only be love that brought Lumine back to the harbour time and again, and it could only be love that saw Zhongli present her with a flower every time she did.

He was sure of it.

Yun Jin

Yun Jin wasn’t certain, but when she was up on stage and she caught a glimpse of them in the crowd, she let her mind wander for a second and thought, maybe.

Of course, that’s about as far as she got before she focused back on her character. It would be utterly unprofessional to appear absentminded while performing.

Still…

When the show was over, she found herself peaking through the curtains to spy on them as they left. Zhongli’s hand rested lightly on the small of Lumine’s back, his thumb lightly stroking the material of her dress.

And Yun Jin had to bite her lip to stop herself from squealing out loud.

Chongyun It’s not any of his business! It really, really isn’t! And it’s not anyone else's business either!

Besides, it's not like he saw anything, okay?

He definitely didn’t come across Master Zhongli and Lumine together when he had been tailing a demon along the foothills of Jueyun Karst. Nope, not at all.

And he definitely never saw the consultant pressing the traveller up against the trunk of a lone tree.

Nor did he see Lumine’s legs wrapped around Zhongli’s waist.

And he absolutely did. not. hear. anything.

Chongyun felt himself heating up, and frantically prayed he had enough popsicles to cool himself down.

Xiao

Xiao knew that Rex Lap- er, Zhongli was taking every step to adapt to a mortal’s way of life. The prime of the adepti seemed totally at ease with the position he now held within the world, even if it grated Xiao to no end.

But a mortal life meant new experiences. Employment, friendship… even love.

He doesn’t quite understand Zhongli’s reasons, but as he watched them walk towards the inn, the old Archon’s hand resting upon her hip, he could empathise with the desire for human connection.

But either way, he had no desire to confront an overprotective, broody adeptus to ask for answers.

Spring was nearly upon them, and it was hard to deny the scent of their desirous pheromones even from this distance.

[noxdont]

"the art of falling"

Cynolumi Oneshot

🌠cynolumi street performer au

🌠 3.6k words, romance

🌠 strangers to friends to lovers

🌠 love confessions

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If one listens closely to the cautious whispers and words exchanged by merchants and mercenaries, they'd hear of the latest news about how the General Mahamatra seems to be visiting Caravan Ribat more frequently than usual. Theories and assumptions were thrown into the wind as the matra himself holds a powerful reputation. Who knows what business he was handling but if there's one thing that everyone could mutually agree on, Cyno was the kind of person that would leave ashes in his wake. Leaving no stone unturned and no crime unpunished on his trail.

Smugglers held their breaths as Cyno would walk into the town without much care despite how many eyes were glued on his back. He never visits in the mornings nor early afternoons. Only when the skies are painted in gold and the stars would slowly rise, then he'd make his appearance. Although the days he'd visit were not consistent, it still happened too often for the merchants' comfort.

"He must be handling an important business for one of the sages if he would be coming here this much?

"I heard that there was a big criminal hiding in Caravan Ribat and the General Mahamatra is taking his sweet time on hunting them down?"

"Well from what I heard, he's moving under the orders of Lesser Lord Kusanali."

Unbeknownst to them, Cyno merely has one purpose for his frequent visits. When a small crowd gathers by the stalls and a hypnotizing melody starts to play, Cyno would simply move to a more discreet location. Focusing on the subject of his frequent visits.

A golden haired woman danced as though she floated on air. Ever graceful and elegant as her body swayed in harmony to the beat of the music. The occasional jingles of her golden accessories were just as enchanting as the pink and scarlet silk which covers most parts of her body.

Amber eyes met scarlet ones. The young woman flashed him a knowing smile. Cyno held his breath just as she spun into a graceful turn, the flames' light trailing against porcelain skin.

A street performer, whose name reminded him of the evening stars, captured his attention on one peaceful night. While the desert slept and the fire burned awake, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the lone figure dancing fluidly to a familiar song. He never knew what it was called although he's heard it countless of times while passing the Grand Bazaar or walking through the lively streets of Port Ormos. He did not know much about the arts but he had thought of the song to be quite captivating, although he never expected himself to suddenly stop and watch someone dance along its rhythm, capturing its essence through polished movements and grace.

Since then, the image of her has stayed. A nameless street performer haunting even the corners of his mind until he was close to breaking while a certain forest watcher bore witness to his slow descent to internal madness.

"Why exactly are you hesitating? If it bothers you that much, you can simply just go back and ask for her name."

That had been the cause of the onslaught of visits. Cyno believed that as soon as he learned of her name then he would cease thinking of such trivial matters and things would go back to the way they were. Yet what he failed to foresee was his own actions– rather, lack thereof. Though the General Mahamatra had his fair share of troubled and frustrating experiences, it was never because he didn't know how to approach a woman.

"I hope I'm not being presumptuous but I've noticed you in the audience for quite some time now, am I perhaps in trouble? Or is there something you need from me, General Mahamatra?"

Cyno had to remind himself how the process of breathing worked when he finally snapped out of his momentary daze. Drenched in shades of blues and silver, the young performer walked up to him right after her routine before cautiously asking him that question.

"No, you're not in trouble nor do I have any business matters which may involve you." Her shoulders visibly relaxed and a pinch of guilt started creeping inside him.

Did she perhaps feel uncomfortable with him watching?

"I occasionally watched your performance, I do not know a lot of people who take on such art forms so I was a bit curious."

Something sparked in her eyes and before he could deduce what it was, she was already holding up her hand with a smile so sweet he could almost taste it.

"Lumine, although my stage name is Viatrix. Feel free to call me whichever you prefer."

Lumine. It suited her.

"Cyno." He gently shook her hand and mentally celebrated over the fact that his overdue curiosity has been finally sated.

"You mentioned you've watched a few of my performances, would it be alright to ask for your thoughts?"

"Unfortunately I'm not very familiar when it comes to the arts, would you still want to hear my thoughts despite my lacking knowledge?"

"Art has always been subjective and as a member of my wonderful audience, I would like to hear your thoughts."

"And is that all?" Somehow it didn't feel that way to Cyno.

"Hmm, maybe because I'm also curious what the General Mahamatra has to say about my dancing as well?"

He had not known the comment was playful or, in Kaveh's words, flirty until he hesitantly recounted the event to the architect who happened to be fond of different art forms. Curiosity practically oozed out from the blonde man and he even offered to provide any necessary aid if Cyno required them. The matra hadn't understood what he meant at that time.

Days passed and their short yet pleasant discussions became longer– venturing on to their personal interests, hobbies and eventually their lives. When Cyno wanted to know her name, he had no intentions of them being closer other than acquaintances. Though fate seemed to have other plans and in all honesty, he was not exactly against it either. Lumine was wonderful company. It's as if time became nonexistent when he was with her.

"There's no need to hold back yourself from laughing, I myself find the joke quite hilarious as well." Cyno gave her a reassuring smile just as he finished explaining the premise of the joke he had told her.

By the time he was done, Lumine's shoulders were shaking and her laughter littered the open air. Though he wasn't exactly sure if it was the joke that truly pushed her into a fit of laughter, knowing that he was able to make her smile during their time together still gave him a pleasant feeling.

~~~

Oddly enough he felt a bit nervous introducing her to Tighnari and Collei but as soon as he saw them get along so well, Cyno has never felt more relieved and ecstatic.

"When I said go ask for her name, I didn't mean that you should take her back with you." Despite Tighnari's words, Cyno could hear the smile in his voice as they prepared lunch. He liked her, Cyno could tell.

They both shared similar ideals and they were as open and unapologetic as the other. Maybe that's one of the reasons why it didn't take long for the matra to call her a worthy friend. Although the trait that stood out to him the most from their time together was the fact that Lumine was an attentive listener and freely expressed her own thoughts in a manner which everyone could understand.

"Dancing does not need to be precise and perfect all the time, it can be as simple as having fun. Although it can feel quite nerve wracking at the beginning but believe me when I say that it's normal. Here, why don't I teach you some simple steps?"

Collei looked ready to decline Lumine's offer but after a few encouraging seconds, she finally accepted. Cyno watched as Lumine patiently taught the young girl some simple steps which earned some curious looks from other forest rangers in the vicinity. One person came forward to join followed by another and another. Soon enough it seemed Lumine had gathered an interested audience as her students.

"She makes a wonderful teacher." Praises from Tighnari weren't rare but it feels more reassuring when it comes from him.

"She does." Cyno couldn't tear his gaze away. Even if she wasn't dancing, Lumine somehow manages to shine in her own way.

It didn't take too long for everyone to get up on their feet as they all swayed and danced to a familiar song in Sumeru. If Cyno wasn't mistaken, he's already seen a few people dance to this song especially on festive occasions. And surprisingly enough, even a few scholars secretly knew a few of its steps.

He watched the forest rangers dance with glee as the air filled with hearty laughter. From the corner of his eye, he noticed some rangers trying to persuade their fluffy eared watcher to join the fray. He could vividly feel Tighnari's pleading glances for help but chose to ignore it either way with a quiet chuckle. His silent amusement came to a halt when a familiar figure propped herself beside him, a knowing smile painted on her lips.

"I don't dance." Were the first words that came out of his mouth.

"We can change that." He begged to differ.

The General Mahamatra has never danced in his entire life.

"Just one dance, please?" But dear archons it was difficult to say no to her.

Lumine didn't have to ask a second time although Cyno did warn her how he knew nothing about dancing.

"Let's start with a few gentle sways then," the golden girl started, amber eyes shining in excitement as she started gently swaying them both to each sides.

Cyno tried to follow her lead and he could only assume he looked ridiculous on doing so. But soon enough, he found himself relaxing. Matching her steps while the music flowed around them until it eventually felt natural. Cyno may not know a single thing about the art of dancing but seeing Lumine's face light up in pure glee as he twirled her around and back into his arms was definitely worth all his stiffened sways and awkward stumbles.

She doesn't look down on others nor does she discriminate against those who are unfamiliar with her art form. Lumine was patient and careful when it came to explaining her love for her passion. She knew how to hold her ground and held it well. This has earned her commendable respect and admiration from multiple individuals, performers and even scholars she's come across in life. Cyno was simply one of the very few.

~~~

"You've been visiting more often, General Mahamatra, am I perhaps in trouble?" Cyno huffed at the familiar question, raising a brow towards the young dancer while she sat comfortably beside him on their usual seat by Gilded Dreams– the lone hotel in Caravan Ribat.

At this point, the question had become her usual greeting and a running inside joke to them both. The routine they've built over time was quite simple; he visits, she dances, they talk of various topics like how their day went or how their friends are doing until they need to retire for the night.

"You've done a wonderful performance today as well, a well deserved rest should be the one to greet you as soon as you're done," said Cyno while pushing the plate of Samosa towards the tired dancer by his side.

"But I love hearing your praises right after," She leans on to his shoulder before thanking him for the meal.

"If praises are what you seek then I'll simply have to compile a list and have them ready."

"I'd rather hear them directly from you." He pauses, Lumine's words echoing quietly in his mind.

Cyno never noticed when it started but conversing with her became frighteningly easy. It felt natural, listening to her voice, seeing her expressions and often getting caught off guard by her playful retorts. Lumine became a piece whom he instinctively seeks out when time permits or even when it does not. Mayhaps because she was another person he believed he could genuinely confide in without worrying about being judged. Cyno has never thought of her as anything more.

Not until he found himself wondering if her lips would be as soft as they looked when he caught himself staring at them while she rested on his shoulder. Or how he wanted to rest his arms around her when she leans in a bit closer before trailing his lips on her hair as he whispers the praises she seek.

Guilt tore through him mercilessly at such a thought and he wanted nothing more than to bury such thoughts as soon as possible. Like stone thrown into the undisturbed waters, the rippling effect caused his visits to lessen and excuses came pouring before he'd even begun to wonder how much he missed watching her dance under the starlit sky. Lumine didn't complain nor did she pry. Every time he tells her he can't go watch her for a while, he'll only see the quiet dim in her eyes before she tells him to always stay safe.

The growing distance drove him into what he could only describe as insanity. It did nothing to satiate the growing hunger to hold her closer and it stung every time she'd ask him if he'd come see her dance even just for a moment– even if he couldn't stay for the entirety of it.

Weeks passed and eventually one of them was bound to snap, Cyno genuinely thought he'd be the first to do so until Lumine finally came to approach him directly while he was dealing with a minor problem in the scorching desert of Sumeru.

"Lumine? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be traveling alone through the desert, the amount of risks and–"

"First of all, we both know full well that I am capable enough to handle a fight. Second, is that really the first thing you have to say after blatantly avoiding me for days on end?"

If looks could kill, Cyno would've already been long buried under the swirling sands. He tried finding the right words to say only to swallow them back down. Lumine had every right to be angry at him. He even went as far to ask Tighnari to lie for his sake and it earned him a very disapproving lecture from the forest watcher.

"If I did or have said anything that may have offended you then the least that you could do is tell me directly. I'm your friend aren't I?"

Her angered tone softened and her gaze eventually fell.

"Or have I made a fool of myself by thinking I was someone worthy enough to be called as one in your life?"

He didn't waste a second more as he heard those words and stepped closer, a hesitant hand reaching out to take her hand only for it to fall defeatedly on his side.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I," Cyno stumbled in his words, the same way he did when he first met her. The same way he did when she pulled him up to dance. It had been so easy to find the words when he spoke to her but now they can't even reach past his throat.

"A sudden thought came to me one day and it– I didn't know what to do. I was afraid that if I acted on it then it would break something that I have been cherishing. Because if I acted recklessly then everything would be irreparable."

"Break what? Me? If you're worried about my safety just because you're the General Mahamatra then I can reassure you that it's fine. See? I'm not hurt! In fact no one has dared to harm since you came into my life. I walked through the desert without anyone to look after me and I'm fine. Cyno, no matter how dangerous you believe it would be for me to stay by your side I'm not afraid to be with you."

"But I am."

The words came before he had the chance to think twice. Fear held his heart in a vice grip and he would rather she be angry at him for a while than for their relationship to be broken just because of his selfish desires.

How could he tell her? How could he look her in the eye and tell her how much he wants to gently trace his lips on her hands to her shoulders. To hold her close– close enough for her to finally hear the yearning in his chest. To kiss her, without guilt or shame. To just be with her without having any reason to.

How could he possibly tell her?

And yet as terrifying as it was, another part of him still wishes for her to know. Despite his fear, Cyno still wanted to take that risk and let all be damned.

"I'm not afraid of the people who'd come to know that you are dear to me. Lumine it isn't other people I'm scared of. It's myself. You have given me so much that I'm afraid that I'll start asking more from you."

"Then ask. I'm not someone who's blind enough to give anyone just about everything that's beyond my power but if it's something I am willing to offer, especially to you, then just ask. Because you are as dear to me as I am to you."

He hadn't noticed her stepping closer, her fingers smoothly slipping in between his while the other cupped his cheek. He allowed himself to succumb into her touch, taking in her warmth as she softly caressed his face. And it has never felt so divine to be held by someone like this. He caught the melting dusk in her eyes before they fell onto her lips. Since the day his thoughts wandered beyond being platonic, there have been moments where his mind remained on guessing on how her lips would feel or taste. Such wretched thoughts consumed him even on days when he kept himself away from the mere sight of her. And eventually he knew they were going to eat him alive.

"Cyno, I care for you more than you think. But I can only show you if you'd let me. So please let me."

He swallowed hard yet the lump in his throat seemed to remain despite his efforts to push it down. Cyno gathered every ounce of courage he could find inside as the stars rose above them before he was able to properly face her.

"I'm sorry. For suddenly making you feel as if you've wronged me because of my own cowardice and selfishness."

Despite his desire to keep all of those feelings buried, maybe all he needed was a reason for the dam to finally break.

"When I first saw you dancing in Caravan Ribat, I've always wondered how much a person could shine so brightly. As I got to know you, I also saw how mesmerizing you are as a person even after the music stops. I respected and admired you quietly, thinking that that was enough. But days with you have made me greedy."

A look of pure realization finally struck her and Cyno wanted to run. But he knew better than to do so and held his ground, hoping that the sand would be enough to keep him from doing anything more foolish.

"You've shown me a piece of your world and now I can't seem to escape it. No matter where I go and no matter how many days would pass, the urge to run to you never dims. I want you. I want you in my life not simply as someone I can admire but as someone I can love entirely."

Cyno could practically hear his own heartbeat drumming inside his chest while they both stood surrounded by the desert's deafening silence. Lumine has not once made the move to let go of his hand just as he didn't let go of hers. At the very least that gave him a sense of reassurance.

"I won't ask for an immediate answer, I know that it would take some time for you to weigh–"

Lumine stopped him before he could even finish with the deep press of her lips against his. It didn't feel impulsive or reckless and his chest swelled at the thought. Her hands had long found themselves caressing his cheek and neck just as he realized his own response. Kissing her back as deeply before snaking his arm on her waist and tilting her chin higher. Cyno felt like he was melting; into her touch, her lips and the entirety of her.

"You have no idea what you do to me." Lumine whispered as she drew back slightly, lips still touching while amber eyes meet scarlet ones in a tender gaze.

"I could say the same for you."

It's as if all those running doubts and fear in his mind finally came to a halt. This time, Cyno didn't feel the need to stop himself as he leaned in to rest his forehead against hers. In the back of his mind, he could hear the song that played on the night he saw her shine with the stars. Cyno wasn't familiar with the arts, but he could understand the emotions it could call within a person. Since then he has sought that shining light and in turn he fell for a star that burned brightly amongst the desert sky.

[loafy-loaf]

may I present my headcanon that I genuinely play through Genshin Impact with: the Grand Lumine Polycule™️

(there's also the assumption of an interconnected web of other ships that'd be way too complicated for me to bother detailing out)

[kdriegantier]

[canonical-transformation]

Marette's voice actor is *good*.

And her repartee with Madeleine then Lumine is yuri as heck.

[mahiloo]

Kind of tempted to make a wlw Lumiharem headcanons post.

[xiaosmeowmeow69]

mk does anyone know that one wild a03 fic that was lumiharem and zombie apoc i remember reading smth about her being the daughter of mf elon musk and thennn there was also cannabilism and thennn there was barbara and jean doing freaky shit 😨 and lumi saw them on accident and then somehow gets fingered right outside that shit was crazy and i genuinely wanns know whats goin on with it now lmao tell me if u know the name

-luv xiaosmeowmeow69

[litchi-tea]

I’m having a lot of fun in the teapot rn 🌙✨☂

[kipsels]

His 'Type'

Hailumi feat. Alhaitham & Kaveh as 'amicable' exes.

“She’s very pretty.”

Alhaitham grunts softly in response, though it was more than his companion deserved. 

Across the tavern, Lumine’s face is lit up with joy as she listens to Dehya exuberantly recount one of her recent expeditions.

His attention is enraptured on the sweet flush that spreads over her cheeks, following the path her delicate fingers take as she shyly sweeps the forelock of her hair behind the shell of her ear. 

Alhaitham downs half his wine in one swallow. 

“You, my dear scribe, have a type.”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes, wishing that Kaveh would spontaneously combust and leave him alone. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Kaveh’s chuckle is condescending as he twirls the stem of his glass. 

“She’s blonde and fair, and has an impeccable sense of fashion. A little on the shorter side, which surprised me at first, but from all the tales I have heard, she’s quite soft hearted and is deeply empathetic to the emotions of others.”

Kaveh states his observations sagely.

Alhaitham narrows his eyes and spares his roommate a withering stare. 

“You did not just describe yourself as ‘soft hearted’ and ‘empathetic’.”

Kaveh's arm hooks over the back of his chair as he leans back, his brow raising in a challenge, “Just because I no longer share your bed does not mean I was never there. Deny it all you want, but you have a type.”

Alhaitham throws back the rest of his wine and turns to face Kaveh directly, his nerves firing in irritation as he readies himself for another war of words.

“Perhaps you should consider returning to the Acadamiya as a student, since you clearly missed the rudimentary lesson on drawing meaningful conclusions from observational evidence. Your spurious claims only prove you’re just as delusional as I always knew you were.”

Kaveh’s crimson eyes spark with challenge, and Alhaitham expects him to throw back a witty retort that will likely snowball into an argument of gargantuan proportions. But the corner of his lips quirk up in a smirk, and Alhaitham wonders if he’s miscalculated the situation. 

“Well then, if my conclusions are as baseless as you claim, you won’t have any issue with introducing me to the little beauty then, will you?”

Alhaitham feels his entire body freeze as Kaveh slips from his chair, the architect reaching forward for a spare glass and the bottle of wine. “If you’re not interested, I certainly am.”

His hand lands on his shoulder before Kaveh can even take a single step, forcing him back into chair. Kaveh folds over himself in riotous laughter, spilling wine over his lap as he basks in such an easy win.

Alhaitham closes his eyes and sneers.

“Oh! To see the unshakeable Academiya’s Scribe turning into a lovesick fool over a woman. My whole year has been made!”

“Shut up.”

The sound of Kaveh’s uncouth guffawing draws Lumine’s eyes, her expression curious as she shifts her gaze between them. Alhaitham feels his ears begin to burn, so he takes it out on Kaveh by kicking him in the shin.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

“Shut up and hand over the wine already. Irminsul will freeze over before I can manage more than five minutes in your company while sober.”

Kaveh hands over the bottle with little protest, but his eyes are elsewhere as he stares over his shoulder. “Needing some liquid courage, eh? Should I avoid coming home tonight, lest I find a sock hanging over your door?”

“Fuck off.”

Kaveh’s laughter resumes, and Alhaitham catches a sweet smile gracing Lumine’s lips.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow he’d get his revenge on Kaveh.

He had other plans for tonight.

[noxdont]

You are the question left unanswered

Hailumi, quick drabble

As a scribe, it is unsurprising for AlHaitham to be knowledgeable of different quantities. From the simplest forms to the profound questions left by researchers, travelers and people from the past.

When a difficult question arises, people would turn to those whom they believe would have the answer. AlHaitham, on the other hand, believed that only the purest form of truth can be found in between the pages of text which survived through time. He believed that the strongest form of evidence can only be found within the archives. And unless it was not, he did not rely on the information that was often passed from one tongue to the other. Instead he carefully follows the trail and finds the root himself.

AlHaitham was logical and precise. He remains objective in most situations even if it would break many things in the process–trust, relationships and respect. "All of which would be served for a better cause" or so he'd claim. The Akademiya's infamous scribe was a perfect example of the saying "the end justifies the means".

Not many have come to terms nor condone his methods. Especially not the golden warrior who carried her heart in her sleeve.

Lumine, the rising star of Teyvat. Despite her sterling reputation, she merely became nothing but passing thought to the scribe until their encounter in the bustling port.

"Has anyone ever told you how much of an irksome bastard you are?"

"Irksome? A few. A bastard? Not quite."

Frustration lit her amber eyes and all he could do was silently watch them burn. Like a moth slowly attracted to the flames of a burning fire. And burn he did.

AlHaitham has always gravitated towards the unknown. To seek what lies beyond but never too far off the shore where humans tread. As a seeker of knowledge, he also knew when to cease his own greed.

Yet when exposed to an identity he could not wrap his mind around, a spark of curiosity comes to life. He tested the waters, pulling her strings and pushing her buttons in the smoothest and the most subtle way as a means to carefully gather information.

"I advise you not to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, scribe." The warning she gave him was devoid of her usual light-heartedness and life.

It meant he may have stepped over a landmine. Asking questions about her origins was not a topic she was quick nor comfortable to divulge. He couldn't help but wonder, what's there to hide behind such radiating light?

He was curious, oh so curious of the hero that everyone acknowledges and praises without a hint of hesitation. In all his time as a scribe– as a person who sought answers for the various mysteries which caught his eye.

Lumine was one of the questions left unanswered in his life.

[viatrixtravels-a]

// If this ain't me then I don't know what is.

[atimefordragons]

thinking about how Wanderer also waited for Paimon to give him her mean nickname because she and tabibito both stood in front of him protectively against the everlasting mechagod.  

[flowryluv]

MY HUSBAND IS HOME

[unamazing-sheep21]

Today on: Brother Issues Impact

Lumine is the handsome knight in shining armor with an embarrassing crush on pretty pretty prince Kaeya of Khaenriah

God I love Kaelumi and not in a Lumiharem way but in an exclusively Kaelumi way you know they’re just THAT mentally I’ll together