sam༅

༺☙a blog dedicated to genshin’s female characters and wlw ships❧༻ art acc: @andromedartx on tumblr, ig, twitter

[baguettees]

༄𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞

i am a wlw writer. this is a blog dedicated to genshin’s wlw ships and female characters.

☙brief introduction

you can call me sam, my pronouns are she/her. i speak english and spanish fluently. i am into both men and women, with a preference for women. i’m over 18.

☙content

the content you’ll see about genshin’s female characters and wlw ships is going to be a collection of the following:

lists, headcanons, fanart, fanfics, quotes, images and gifs, opinions and analysis, among others.

i cannot guarantee that everything you’ll see here is going to be sfw. of course, it’s never going to be explicit, but there might be slight nsfw here and there. obviously, i’ll always put a warning beforehand.

☙about dms and requests:

my dms are not completely closed, but it’s very unlikely for me to respond. it’s nothing personal.

my requests and asks are certainly open, so you can feel free to drop your favorite genshin female character or wlw ship that you’d like to see some content of.

with that being all…

༄𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲!

[baguettees]

✽ * . 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑)

warnings: non-explicit nsfw

character(s): nefer, lauma

type: fanfic

word count: 1869

reading time: 7-8 minutes

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 (coming soon)

ao3 link

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞

Nefer’s mind raced at Lauma’s unfinished phrase. If Lauma had finished her sentence, would Nefer have been ready to say the same thing to her? Was Nefer even prepared to admit it to herself?

She was standing on her tip toes, tongue colliding against Lauma’s as the taller woman kissed her back. Nefer’s back arched slightly when Lauma’s hands reached her waist.

She knew what her heart desired, deep down— what her body longed to do, where her hands yearned to be. And more importantly, what her soul required to feel complete.

I love you too, Lauma.

But saying it out loud would make it official; it was like signing a contract Nefer hadn’t finished reading.

Was Nefer about to give something she didn’t fully know how to give?

Their bodies pressed together. Nefer’s hands moved to both sides of Lauma’s face, just below her jawline, while her thumbs caressed the taller woman’s cheeks. Nefer’s teeth grazed Lauma’s bottom lip, provoking a soft groan that gave her goosebumps and butterflies in her stomach.

Nefer felt herself overwhelmed by the sensation of Lauma’s soft lips on hers, of her hands on Nefer’s waist and lower back. She was obsessed with Lauma’s reaction to her. Nefer’s breath grew heavier, warmth beginning to creep into her lower abdomen.

Nefer only pulled back to catch her breath, eyes meeting a flushed Lauma.

“Stay the night.” Nefer’s fingers moved deliberately to intertwine with Lauma’s. “With me.”

Lauma’s eyes widened slightly when she looked at Nefer, who was searching for any sign of doubt in the taller woman. Lauma then could only nod while her fingers held Nefer’s tighter.

Nefer couldn’t waste a second; she couldn’t wait any further. She guided Lauma towards the master bedroom, where, as soon as they were inside and the door was closed, Nefer’s arm wrapped around the back of Lauma’s neck and their lips met in a hurried kiss.

Nefer’s other hand left Lauma’s only for her thumb to slide underneath the taller woman’s garments, just underneath her breast. Lauma’s hands, for their part, did not stay in place, they slowly undressed Nefer piece by piece.

“Your beauty knows no bounds, Nefer.” Lauma left an unhurried kiss on Nefer’s lips before their bodies parted, just so the Moonchanter could remove the final garment of Nefer’s clothing.

Nefer sought Lauma’s lips once more, but the taller woman pulled back before Nefer could consume them anew. Her turquoise eyes travelled down Nefer’s bare figure, scarred hand reaching toward the shorter woman’s neck and gliding down her sternum.

Nefer inhaled deeply, her entire body seemingly consumed by a tickling sensation that couldn’t quite be called goosebumps. Her hands reached out towards Lauma’s body.

When Nefer struggled to unfasten certain pieces of Lauma’s clothing, the other woman’s hands were there to help her with it. If Nefer could’ve simply ripped Lauma’s clothes apart, she would have.

“You’re ethereal, Lauma. A work of art.” Nefer’s lips met Lauma’s collarbones, sucking and leaving a trail of kisses while her hands dragged down the remaining piece of Lauma’s outfit. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Lauma’s hand rested on the back of Nefer’s head, fingers interlacing with the green strands. The green-haired woman’s hand cupped one of Lauma’s round breasts, their lips finding each other once again. Nefer’s mouth consumed and moved desperately, her other hand pulling Lauma by the waist towards the edge of the bed.

“Nefer, calm down.” Lauma pulled back, her hand cupping Nefer’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry.” Nefer pressed a couple of gentle kisses along Lauma’s jaw. “I want you so badly, Lauma. It’s killing me.”

Lauma gave Nefer’s shoulders a gentle push, and the green-haired woman fell back onto the bed. Lauma lowered herself on top of Nefer’s figure, whispering softly into her ear.

“You have me, Nefer. All of me.”

Hearing those words, a shiver ran down Nefer’s spine. She rolled over to have Lauma pinned underneath. Nefer’s hands slid from Lauma’s waist to her legs, and her thumb pressed on a spot in the other woman’s inner thigh. Lauma groaned, hands gripping Nefer’s shoulders.

Nefer’s stomach filled with butterflies. Unknowingly or not, the things Lauma had said and done were enough for Nefer to feel unarmed, to feel as though her carefully constructed walls had been torn apart one by one.

But for the first time, Nefer didn’t feel unsafe when she allowed somebody truly in.

Nefer’s slender fingers teased at Lauma’s folds, looking at how the taller woman’s back arched as Nefer felt the wetness of Lauma’s arousal. When Nefer pulled her fingers out, the Moonchanter released a strangled moan.

“Nefer.” It was almost a plea. The only voice Nefer wanted to hear for the rest of her days.

Nefer’s mouth left a trail of wet kisses starting from Lauma’s throat and ending just below her navel. Nefer’s head lifted to look at the taller woman.

Without breaking eye contact, the green-haired woman brought her hands to Lauma’s knees; the further Nefer spread the taller woman’s legs, the higher her hands glided along Lauma’s thighs. The Moonchanter’s thumb reached to brush Nefer’s lower lip, going over her gold lip ring.

“Yes, Lauma?” A cheeky smile pulled at Nefer’s mouth, she raised an eyebrow at Lauma. The Boss of the Curatorium parted her lips further just enough for the Moonchanter to remove her lip ring with her own fingers if she desired.

“Don’t change a thing.” Lauma’s drawl made Nefer’s smile widen.

Nefer lowered herself to the Moonchanter’s legs, placing kisses on her inner thigh before her mouth reached Lauma’s core. The taller woman’s hand was intertwined with the green strands on the back of Nefer’s head.

Lauma was like a drug. Nefer immediately grew addicted to her taste.

Nefer’s tongue remained restless; one of her hands caressed Lauma’s breast, while with the other she dug her thumb into the Moonchanter’s inner thigh. The the taller woman’s free hand moved to cover her own mouth, but she couldn’t manage to suppress the soft gasps and moans than escaped her lips every so often.

“Please,” Lauma said between breaths, “don’t stop, Nefer.”

Nefer didn’t move away. Not until Lauma gripped the sheets and called out her name. Not until Lauma arched her back and pulled at Nefer’s hair. Not until Lauma gripped Nefer’s shoulder and scratched with her nails.

Not until Lauma shivered and gasped when her climax overwhelmed her. Only then did Nefer lift her head, taking in the sight of Lauma undone and mumbling her name.

“Has anyone ever told you that this sight of you is divine, dear Moonchanter?” Nefer purred and pressed a kiss on Lauma’s lower abdomen.

Nefer climbed on top of Lauma once again while the Moonchanter’s body settled from the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Nefer’s lips, stained with Lauma’s fluids, kissed the taller woman’s mouth gently.

Lauma’s fingers slid down the ridge of Nefer’s spine. The green-haired woman shivered, and their lips parted.

“You’re the only one I could ever care to hear that from, dear Nefer.” Lauma’s velvety voice came out just above a whisper.

Nefer could only stare at Lauma’s eyes as she straddled her hips; she was mesmerized by those eyes. The Moonchanter placed her palm on Nefer’s cheek, and the only thing the Boss of the Curatorium could do was lean into that delicate touch as though it was the only thing that kept her alive.

“You have me, Lauma. All of me.”

Lauma’s features softened, then her palm moved to the nape of Nefer’s neck and pulled her in until their lips were on each other’s again.

Nefer’s lips hadn’t ever touched another’s while feeling as unfettered as she felt now. She released a breath at the sensation of relief that overthrew her completely, at how her heart no longer felt heavy with the weight of confessions she didn’t dare utter moments ago.

Lauma rolled over, her body on top of Nefer’s and her smooth lips leaving featherlight kisses along the green-haired woman’s throat. The Moonchanter interlocked their fingers tight at the level of Nefer’s head.

Nefer felt completely bare, from the inside out. Lauma was the only woman who’d ever thrown her entirely off-balance; the only woman for whom her soul had throbbed.

Lauma’s middle and ring fingers circled Nefer’s folds. When the green-haired woman squirmed, the Moonchanter’s other hand held hers tighter.

“Try to hold still, dear.” Lauma’s lips brushed Nefer’s ear.

Nefer’s breath hitched when Lauma’s fingers were no longer just teasing. Her back arched beneath the Moonchanter’s figure while she gripped the pillow nestling her head with her free hand.

While Lauma’s hand stayed beneath Nefer’s fingers, her mouth moved from the green-haired woman’s collarbone to her lips, swallowing the heavy breaths and the suppressed groans.

“Lauma—“ Nefer bit the inside of her lips once their mouths separated.

Nefer’s skin glistened with sweat; her lips were glossy after Lauma’s had kissed them.

As Lauma’s fingers pressed and stroked, Nefer’s mind raced with the desire to confess to the Moonchanter of the Frostmoon Scions that she’d fallen miserably in love with her. To tell Lauma those three words and those eight letters, the ones she’d never told any partner and actually meant it like she means it now.

Nefer had to fight the urge to unravel right there and then. A moan escaped her mouth, and her nails dug into the pillow beneath her head.

And had Nefer reached her peak a second later, the words might have slipped right past her lips before she could’ve had a chance to stop them.

“Fuck!” Nefer’s body trembled, her head tilting back.

Lauma’s lips pressed a kiss to Nefer’s breast, then another until she left a trail of kisses that ended at the green-haired woman’s navel.

Fifteen minutes later, following aftercare in Nefer’s en suite bathroom and a brief makeout session on their way back to the bed, the Boss of the Curatorium found herself lying on her side against Lauma’s figure.

Nefer’s hand rested on the Moonchanter’s stomach, who was lying on her back. The two women’s fingers were loosely intertwined. She sighed contentedly at the way Lauma’s nails grazed her back and arms.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question, Lauma?” Nefer’s eyes flicked to Lauma’s, heavy-lidded.

“Not at all.” Lauma’s nails now dragged slowly across the Boss of the Curatorium’s scalp. “Please, what’s on your mind?”

“What were you about to say before I kissed you the first time?” Nefer blurted out the words before she could hesitate. The movement of Lauma’s fingers halted for a few seconds before resuming.

Nefer felt how Lauma took a deep breath. She’d known what the Moonchanter intended to confess then; that was why Nefer had interrupted by kissing her abruptly.

But now, Nefer needed to actually hear the words come out of Lauma’s mouth. Just so Nefer could possibly find the courage to say them out loud herself.

“I love you, Nefer.”

Nefer propped herself up on her elbows, looking deep into Lauma’s eyes. Her pulse kicked up when those turquoise eyes locked onto hers, completely disregarding everything around them apart from each other’s presence.

“I love you too, Lauma.”

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[baguettees]

✽ * . 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐)

warnings: none

character(s): nefer, lauma

type: fanfic

word count: 1784

reading time: ~7 minutes

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 (coming soon)

ao3 link

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 - 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝

Lauma slid off the stool first, but not before allowing herself a final, tentative sip from the glass she’d ordered earlier. As much as she’d tried, Lauma couldn’t suppress the faint grimace that Nefer’s drink of preference had provoked.

Lauma almost felt embarrassed to let her low tolerance show in front of Nefer, but the other woman had only reacted when Lauma pulled gently at their connected hands. She’d been the one to grab Nefer’s hand, but only because Nefer had agreed to let Lauma take her home.

More accurately, Nefer had given a sluggish nod and hadn’t uttered another word. Lauma was disconcerted by how quickly Nefer had surrendered; it typically would’ve taken some insistence on Lauma’s part for the Boss of the Curatorium to accept the help.

Nefer was probably too intoxicated to argue, and Lauma guessed she’d found her in a vulnerable state— but she couldn’t blame Nefer. After almost being left blinded (or worse) for a second time, it would be normal to want to try and forget.

And if that had been the case, if the Doctor had managed to harm Nefer, Lauma wouldn’t have forgiven herself. Because she’d been the one to ask Nefer for help in this situation, and because the Moonchanter had to admit to herself that she’d grown fond of Nefer’s company.

Not just Nefer’s company. Lauma had to correct herself, she couldn’t be so selfish. After everything they’d been through together, she’d grown fond of everyone else’s company, too.

But especially Nefer’s.

Lauma’s own thoughts were interrupted by Nefer’s soft groan. The Moonchanter mentally scolded herself for having such thoughts when Nefer was in this messed-up state.

The Boss of the Curatorium raked her fingers through her hair, seemingly trying to regain some composure after shamelessly spending the entire time seated by the bar. When she felt stable enough, Nefer slid off the barstool. On the first step, she almost tripped on her own feet; Lauma was there to steady her by the arm when she stumbled against the taller woman.

“My apologies.” Nefer’s voice was a bit slurred, she gripped Lauma’s hand tighter when she felt herself on the verge of losing balance.

“You’re alright.” Lauma gripped Nefer’s hand tighter, too— out of reassurance, mostly, and also because she couldn’t allow Nefer to take a tumble.

Lauma was aware of how much care Nefer took of her reputation. She knew how crucial it was for her business, for her to feel in control. That was why Lauma guided Nefer toward the exit along the less crowded edges of The Flagship.

They didn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone; if any of their friends were to speak to Nefer right now, they’d be able to detect right away that the usually sharp woman wasn’t in her five senses. Lauma didn’t want that for Nefer, she couldn’t allow the green-haired woman to experience such an embarrassing moment.

And Lauma knew that Nefer would consider it humiliating because she prided herself in her control and composure— in her endearing manner of having to be one step ahead of everything and everyone, because Nefer couldn’t bear to feel so lost and powerless ever again.

“Stop. Stop.” Nefer’s hand reached out to the wall outside of The Flagship once they were a safe distance away from the entrance. “Give me a moment.”

“Nefer, are you alright?” Lauma didn’t let go of Nefer’s other hand. Instead, her thumb subconsciously rubbed at the green-haired woman’s knuckles. Lauma stepped closer, but not close enough to suffocate Nefer.

“A little dizzy.” Nefer’s forehead rested against the wall as she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Nefer mumbled incoherently before her voice acquired a softer tone. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Nefer.” Lauma’s free hand reached out to Nefer’s cheek, lifting her head just slightly in the Moonchanter’s direction. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be here.”

Nefer blinked up at Lauma, emerald eyes widening and staring into turquoise ones. The Moonchanter got the sensation that they were no longer talking about Nefer’s drunkenness, and the air shifted.

The rest of the way, Nefer barely made any sound; the only cues were the way her fingers tightened their grip on Lauma’s hand or when she steered closer to the Moonchanter, close enough that their sides brushed. Other than that, she had to acknowledge the fact that Nefer was doing an arguably good job at keeping herself upright now and maintaining her eyes somewhat focused.

Everything had gone smoothly until they reached the lift to the Curatorium of Secrets. Halfway through their ascent, Nefer’s world tilted and she swayed to the side. Lauma’s hand reached out without second thought, wrapping around Nefer’s waist and pulling the other woman in until their bodies were pressed against each other.

“Nefer!” Lauma didn’t dare to let go. Nefer’s head was buried against Lauma’s collarbone, and her hand gripping the Moonchanter’s shoulder. “I won’t let you fall, but watch your step.”

“Mmmh… Lauma.” Nefer lifted her head to look at the Moonchanter. Their faces were close enough for Lauma to smell the alcohol in her breath. Nefer laughed and a teasing drawl made its way into her voice. “You’re my hero. Whatever would I do without you?”

Lauma could hear her heartbeat thrumming, face growing hot as Nefer’s eyes dropped to Lauma’s mouth and the green-haired woman began to lean in.

But before their lips could brush, the lift came to a halt and Nefer’s balance was disrupted. Nefer’s fingers tightened their grip on the Moonchanter’s shoulder, but their faces had already been brought apart. Before Nefer could stumble backwards, Lauma’s hand held her steady by the waist.

For a moment, neither of them moved and they stared into each other’s eyes, speechless at what had almost transpired.

“My apologies,” Nefer said quickly as she turned her head to the side, the back of her hand covering her own lips, “I don’t know what came over me.”

Lauma could see the faint pink coloring Nefer’s cheeks. The Moonchanter opened her mouth to speak, but Nefer pulled back before Lauma could utter a word. Nevertheless, her hand stayed on Nefer’s waist to hold her steady, guiding her towards the Curatorium.

Lauma released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding when they crossed the door to the Curatorium. Nefer sighed, and Lauma could feel how the other woman physically relaxed.

Nefer’s body pressed closer to Lauma’s, allowing some of her weight to be supported while the Moonchanter instinctively walked towards the kitchen on one side of the Curatorium, near Nefer’s own chambers.

Lauma’s hand was glued to the green-haired woman’s waist; the Moonchanter realized how lean her body felt now that Nefer no longer needed to fight the gravity that had been pulling her down, now that the tension had vanished from her body.

Lauma wanted to pull Nefer down onto a seat, feed her every morning and every night. She wanted to reassure Nefer that her carefully woven world wouldn’t collapse if she stopped working just for a day.

They finally separated as they reached the counter of Nefer’s kitchen. Lauma opened the fridge to take a water carafe, pouring it into the two glasses Nefer had grabbed in the meantime.

“I imagine you’re quite thirsty.” Lauma brought her own glass to her lips as she watched Nefer drink half of hers in just a couple of seconds.

“Certainly am.” Nefer’s glass moved away from her lips only so she could take a breath. “Thank you, Lauma. For everything you’ve done.”

“Of course, I would do it again.” They made eye contact for a second before it became too awkward and had to look away. Lauma didn’t know what else to say.

On second thought, she did. Lauma knew what she wanted to express; saying it was the arduous part. Were they never gonna address the fact that Nefer had tried to kiss her? And moreover, the fact that Lauma had made zero effort to move away?

Lauma watched in complete silence as Nefer drank the rest of the water on her glass.

Why did Lauma seek to address it, anyway? For her own sake, she could dismiss it as Nefer acting out of intoxication and boldness caused by one too many drinks. She’d never seen Nefer drunk before, so perhaps that was merely how she behaved when under the influence.

Nefer served herself another glass of water.

Maybe Lauma hoped deep down that Nefer actually wanted to kiss her. But she feared Nefer might turn her down if Lauma were to be honest and bare her feelings.

Nefer. Incorrigibly independent, untrusting Nefer.

Lauma’s heart beat rapidly in her chest at the memory of having held Nefer so close; close enough that their lips nearly brushed and Nefer nearly kissed her. Lauma’s limbs felt weak when she looked at Nefer once more, a sudden realization overwhelming her thoughts. Is this what love felt like?

Love? Don’t get carried away, Lauma. She wasn’t sure whether Nefer felt the same way. But how Lauma wished she did. Could she be falling in lo—?

“Mora for your thoughts?” Lauma could sense the hesitation in Nefer’s voice. Was Lauma so easy to read? Had Nefer— still drunk as she was— caught up on Lauma’s thoughts regarding the elephant in the room?

“Sorry, Nefer. I guess I…” just fell in love with you, “must be tired.”

“May I ask you a question, Lauma?” Nefer’s voice was quieter, her eyes focused on her glass on the counter.

“Of course, what’s on your mind?” Lauma gulped and her body tensed up slightly. She watched as Nefer’s grip tightened almost imperceptibly on her glass.

“Why do you seem to care so much about me?” Nefer’s voice sounded as unguarded as it could ever be; Lauma could almost swear she heard it break. Almost. And the Moonchanter couldn’t find an answer to Nefer’s question other than her growing affection for the latter.

Lauma looked at Nefer, whose eyes slowly lifted to meet hers. Those emerald eyes seemed to plead for an answer; they appeared more vulnerable than Lauma had ever seen them, more than she’d ever thought them capable of.

Despite everything Nefer hadn’t said, the yearning in her gaze gave Lauma hope that whatever they had going on lately could be real. That Lauma wasn’t reading too much into her own emotions and Nefer might actually reciprocate.

“Nefer, I…” Lauma took a short step forward, hand gliding across the counter and stopping when their fingers brushed. “I lo—“

Nefer’s lips crashed against hers, her hand settling on the nape of Lauma’s neck. The Moonchanter’s words died in Nefer’s mouth and were followed by a surprised groan.

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[baguettees]

✽ * . 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏)

warnings: alcohol consumption

character(s): nefer, lauma

type: fanfic

word count: 1484

reading time: ~6 minutes

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 (coming soon)

ao3 link

summary:

Love? Don’t get carried away, Nefer. What a childish thing. Nefer couldn’t possibly be falling in lo—

“Nefer!” She heard Lauma’s voice more clearly this time.

Nefer’s eyes refocused on Lauma’s face, on those hypnotic eyes.

or

Nefer gets drunk during the celebration at The Flagship and Lauma helps her home

Add some sentimentality and Nefer realizing she might be falling in love

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 - 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

Nefer figured that a celebration among their friends had been in order after defeating The Doctor and managing to bring Columbina back. Which is why she thought nothing of it when the Lady Moonchanter knocked at the Curatorium’s door and passed on an invitation for tonight— for her and Jahoda.

“I hope to see you there,” The antlered woman had told Nefer with an innocent smile, and the boss of the Curatorium had felt an unwelcome shiver down her spine at the possibility that ‘you’ meant Nefer specifically and not just Nefer and Jahoda in general.

Nefer had dismissed Lauma with faux indifference at the invitation, chiding herself mentally for allowing her chest to tighten and her stomach to flutter.

The sight of that hopeful sparkle in the Moonchanter’s eyes had made Nefer weak to the knees, which is why she now sat on a stool at The Flagship nursing a glass of vodka on the rocks while her head rested on her palm. Perhaps it was her third… fourth…? Who was counting, anyway?

All around her, the people who’d worked beside her were enjoying themselves with hearty chatter and glasses in hand— filled with non-alcoholic beverages and some with alcohol. Nefer had chosen alcohol tonight for reasons other than forgetting all the strain this mission had put her through.

When Nefer looked around for her, she saw said ‘reason’ exchanging words with Jahoda and Ineffa. Nefer’s insides stung and she chose to blame the vodka instead of the foreign feeling of jealousy growing inside of her.

She ripped her eyes away from the trio and instead, with a sigh, she let her gaze wander toward a table where the blond Traveller was seated alongside Columbina and the white-haired harbinger. From what Nefer could make out, they were having a talk about Sandrone. It was, indeed, a pity— but nonetheless, a sacrifice that had saved all of their lives.

Nefer could feel her mind getting fuzzy when her eyes struggled to focus on the Grandmaster of Mondstadt drinking his heart out with Flins. Her fingers tightened around her own glass, she had to stop drinking if she wanted to maintain her wits.

She did not notice when footsteps approached and a figure settled on the stool next to her.

“What are you doing here drinking all on your own, Miss Nefer?” The Moonchanter’s melodic voice entered Nefer’s ears, and the green-haired woman had to down the rest of her drink to muster the courage to face Lauma.

“Are you offering to join me, Miss Moonchanter?” Nefer shifted so her chin was rested atop the heel of her hand. She eyed Lauma up and down, “I didn’t know you consumed alcohol.”

“Perhaps not as much as you do.” Lauma glanced at the empty glass trapped between Nefer’s fingers. “Is something troubling you, Nefer?”

You. Nefer had to stop herself from saying that out loud.

“Oh, Lauma. Your innocence is simply lovely.” Nefer laughed, and perhaps the alcohol was making her bold or she simply had acquired that level of trust with the Moonchanter. With her fingers, Nefer signaled the bartender for another drink.

Lauma’s eyebrows rose. “Why would you say that?”

And all Nefer wanted to do was to place her fingers on Lauma’s cheeks and bring her ethereal face close to her own. So close that their lips could touch and Nefer could devour her, bite down and make Lauma hers entirely.

Nefer’s thoughts were interrupted when her drink arrived, which Lauma stared at decisively before announcing, “I’ll have the same thing.”

Nefer’s glass had been halfway to her lips when she halted in surprise. She raised an eyebrow at Lauma. “Are you sure? You could get drunk, Miss Moonchanter.”

“You’re drunk, Nefer,” Lauma stated matter-of-factly to deter Nefer’s smirk. “Do you even know how many glasses you’ve had?”

“I can handle my liquor just fine, thank you.”

Lauma’s drink arrived, and she made a slight grimace at the taste of it, which Nefer found amusing. What was Lauma even trying to prove? That she wasn’t some innocent doe like Nefer had said? That she could keep up with Nefer’s antics and prove that she could be worthy of Nefer’s attention?

Oh, Nefer could only hope. Hope that Lauma actually cared enough about her to try and impress her. Nefer brought her own glass to her lips, she needed to blur her thoughts before they had a chance to influence her actions.

“I believe that’s your fourth glass,” There was an undertone of satisfaction in Lauma’s voice, and Nefer guessed the antlered woman found a sense of victory in being more adept at counting drinks than Nefer was.

When Nefer looked back at Lauma, the taller woman had an expression that Nefer could only call smug— if the Moonchanter could ever be capable of such expression, that is. Nefer might be seeing things.

“If you’re worried about me,” Nefer took another sip without breaking eye contact, “rest assured that this amount of alcohol is not enough to get me drunk.”

That might’ve been true on a different setting, with different company, and on different conditions. While normally Nefer could handle multiple glasses of vodka, she wasn’t entirely confident about how her body would react to alcohol on an empty stomach.

It’s not like she didn’t know how to drink; Nefer rarely allowed herself to drink if she hadn’t eaten beforehand. Because, just imagine— she couldn’t be losing her senses with possible clients or potential intel exchange. What would she do if she couldn’t remember the details the following day? The Curatorium would surely suffer, and it’s not like she could just send Jahoda to ask the questions Nefer couldn’t find an answer to.

That would be a disaster. So why was she allowing herself to be this reckless tonight? The most obvious reason could be the turmoil that Lauma was causing inside of her, and that Nefer had simply grown unaccustomed to having a crush.

“Nefer?”

But if Nefer were to elaborate, she would say that she’d never felt this emotionally out of control. She would say that somehow, Lauma was causing Nefer’s own body to betray her. That all Nefer’s hands wanted was to act of their own accord and grip Lauma’s body as though she would vanish otherwise.

“Nefer.” A distant echo.

That her lips tingled with the desire to kiss Lauma’s own, and her heart ached with longing whenever she stared at those starry eyes. Even worse when those starry eyes stared right back at her, just like they were doing now. Nefer was mesmerized by those eyes. Is this what love felt like?

Love? Don’t get carried away, Nefer. What a childish thing. Nefer couldn’t possibly be falling in lo—

“Nefer!” She heard Lauma’s voice more clearly this time.

Nefer’s eyes refocused on Lauma’s face, on those hypnotic eyes. Had she been spacing out? Worse, had she been staring the whole time? Nefer searched Lauma’s face, which held an expectant expression.

“What?” Nefer asked after a couple of awkward seconds once she recovered from her trance.

“You didn’t hear my question?”

“Sorry, I was…” falling in love with you, “lost in thought.”

“Did you eat anything?” Lauma sounded a little preoccupied, if Nefer were to overthink it enough.

“Yes.” Nefer brushed her off because Lauma couldn’t possibly know.

“Really?” Lauma’s tone was unbelieving. “I didn’t see you order anything other than vodka.”

“How can you know I didn’t eat back at the Curatorium?”

Except, she did know.

“I asked Jahoda.” Lauma gave a gentle shrug, seemingly satisfied with herself.

“Oh, really?” Nefer grew a little exasperated, but not truly at Lauma, she couldn’t. Nefer downed the remaining of her drink. “I didn’t take you for a stalker, Lauma.”

“I was just worried.” Lauma’s hand reached out to Nefer’s wrist in an attempt to stop her from ordering yet another drink.

Nefer stared at the scarred hand on her wrist. It dawned on her that Lauma had actually been keeping a watchful eye on Nefer the entire night; from the amount of drinks she’d had, to what exactly had she ordered and hadn’t. It dawned on Nefer that she wasn’t the only one keeping track of what the other was doing.

“Why would you worry about me?” The words came out softer than Nefer had intended. Her voice had sounded so vulnerable that she almost put two fingers in her mouth for the vodka to come back up, just so she would sober up. She needed to stop drinking tonight; otherwise, she feared she might end up confessing right there and then.

Nefer’s eyes were directly on Lauma’s. She didn’t know what she was expecting to hear, but Lauma’s mouth had opened to try to answer before closing again. Lauma’s grip tightened on Nefer’s wrist, and Nefer’s fingers reached out to the other woman’s hand.

“Let me take you home, Nefer.”

… / next chapter >

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hello! if you are accepting requests could i ask for your thoughts on valentine's day headcanons for mavuika?

ღ . ꥟ 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐯𝐮𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

warnings: mild nsfw mention

character(s): mavuika

type: headcanons, analysis, brainstorm

word count: 700

reading time: ~3 minutes

helloo, thank you for the request :) apologies for the late response, i hope it’s not too late for a valentine’s day post. i was on a trip and couldn’t find much time to open tumblr (my last ten posts were queued)

for valentine’s day, i don’t think mavuika would be one to pretend she has nothing planned and then give you the surprise. instead, the evening before, when she’s bare and in your bed, she would tell you that you’ll be all hers the next day during valentine’s day.

she would tell you the time she’ll pick you up- but she wouldn’t reveal what she has planned. and you can tell it’s something she’s been planning for a few days, judging by how fondly she tells you that she’s can’t wait to show you while she caresses your cheek.

and you barely sleep that night, curiosity and anticipation making your heart beat faster and your stomach fill with butterflies. you are a little intimidated, for lack of a better word- not because you don’t feel the same way mavuika does for you, but because dating the pyro archon can put some pressure on you.

both men and women envy you, and you realize that you might not be on the same level as some of mavuika’s past lovers.

could you compare? could you compete?

mavuika has answered both questions to you in the past. vision holder or not, mavuika has told you that you’re unlike any of her past lovers.

she knows that sounds cheesy- cliché, even- but she means it in the way that she is glad you don’t try to become anyone else when she is around. that you don’t try to replicate one of the people from her past- that with you she feels new and in no need to be the perfect leader everyone expects her to be.

that with you she can be only mavuika, and with her you can be only yourself.

so you take your time to get ready, to take a hot shower, moisturize your whole body, to do your hair the way mavuika likes. when you look in the mirror one last time, you hear mavuika’s flamestrider outside your door.

your heart beats faster and you force yourself not to swing the door open before mavuika can knock. and when she does, you open the door to see the pyro archon herself holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers (or if you don’t have a favorite flower, a bouquet of roses of your favorite color), her smile warming instantly when she sees you and her eyes can’t resist taking a quick trip down your body.

she greets you, grabs your waist and kisses you slowly. her hands stay respectful, she’s not driven by lust. then she grabs you by your hand to take you outside, where she gives you your own helmet and you both ride on flamestrider as the sun begin to set. you wrap your arms around her from behind, and she occasionally puts one hand on your thigh as she drives.

you don’t know how long it takes you both to get to mavuika’s secret destination- you have lost the sense of time, you do not mind at all because you’re with her. and when you arrive, you see it’s a romantic setting atop a hill, adorned with flowers and a few scented candles. there’s a bonfire in the center and a table on one side.

when you get off flamestrider, she asks you if you like it and searches your face for any doubt.

she doesn’t find any. you laugh as you kiss her, and she intertwines your fingers as you walk into the haven. you eat some chocolate, drink some wine, roast some marshmallows. when you make love, she doesn’t rush you or touch you excessively.

mavuika’s actions are slow, she wants to make sure you enjoy every second of it and feel every one of her touches. her hands feel soft and her lips feel gentle all over your body. she brings you some chocolate before pleasing you again.

and when you’re done, lying on your backs and staring at the stars, her hand finds yours and she tells you that she loves you before pressing her lips to your fingers. she looks at you, and you’re surprised by the vulnerability of her expression.

you say ‘i love you’ back with the same softness she did.

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Xilonen: What’s your type?!

Mavuika: Anything, honestly, but blacksmiths especially.

Xilonen, desperately, as Mavuika bleeds out: Your blood type!

Mavuika: Oh! B positive.

Xilonen: Don’t try to cheer me up just tell me your blood type!

Mavuika:

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Lauma: What are you drinking?

Nefer: Vodka.

Lauma: Straight?

Nefer: No, gay. Why?

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Jean: Father, I have sinned.

Lisa: Daddy, I’ve been naughty.

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Furina: What’s your body count?

Arlecchino: Do you mean sex or murder?

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Xilonen: Hey, you want some leftovers?

Mavuika: What’s that?

Xilonen: You’ve never had leftovers??

Mavuika: No, because I’m not a quitter.

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Lauma: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nefer: I only take cash or credit.

[baguettees]

Nefer: You know, I’m starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Lauma, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

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Furina: Are you threatening me?

Arlecchino: Always. It’s my love language.

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Arlecchino: Stop being dramatic.

Furina: I am literally the drama.

[baguettees]

Lauma: Three words. Say them and I’m yours.

Nefer: Three words.

Lauma:

[baguettees]

Lauma: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Nefer: Killed without hesitation.

Lauma: No.

[baguettees]

༻ . ✽ 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

warnings: nsfw (lime)

character(s): nefer

type: analysis, brainstorm, headcanons

word count: 1015

reading time: 4~5 minutes

when i think of nefer, i think of someone who enjoys toying around with her prey. nefer strikes me as the type of person who enjoys the thrill of the chase more than the final result.

for starters, she would enjoy the act of flirting with you and seducing you until you fall right into her claws. she would obviously be subtle, playing with your mind as you realize you are thinking about her more often than not. she’ll leave you wondering whether her intentions are merely business-related, or if there’s truly an intimate undertone in her voice.

for a while, she would give mixed signals once you start to reciprocate the interest. once you give in, when you’re inside the curatorium and your desires get the better of you, she would put a halt to your actions and cut the moment short.

because she decides the pace.

because once she has you figured out entirely, once she realizes that her plan has worked to perfection- that you cannot get her out of your mind- she’ll know just what to say, when to say it, how to say it, for you to come running back to her.

and you come back the next day, when her presence becomes intense. overwhelming. you don’t know what to expect after she’s rejected your actions once. but nefer lurks impossibly close to you, inviting you to drink some freshly brewed tea before “discussing business”.

you realize, as you drink the first sip, that it’s your favorite kind of tea. when you look at her with curiosity, she asks if something’s wrong with the tea. her smile is knowing, a little challenging. you shake your head, and you think it’s almost as if she expected your visit.

her gaze would devour every detail of your demeanor, and she wouldn’t break eye contact for a single second while her hand eventually sneaks to your inner thigh. she would stay composed and drink one final sip from her cup of tea with her other hand, while you struggle not to stare at the fingers sliding closer and closer to the place where you start feeling a familiar kind of warmth.

she is testing your composure. she’s testing whether you give her any limits. when you finally look downward just in time to see how nefer’s nails graze your folds through the fabric of your pants, you cannot help the shaky inhale and the tensing of your abdomen.

your head snaps toward nefer’s. she has the audacity to look directly at your lips, but she makes no effort to lean in. instead, she waits for you to gather enough courage to kiss her. she kisses with tongue, her teeth graze your lower lip from time to time.

her hand slides inside your underwear while you’re too distracted with her mouth. her free hand grips the nape of your neck in order to keep your face in place, so that you don’t pull away as her fingers stimulate the source of your arousal, so that you are forced to squirm under her grip. so that she is the one controlling you, not the other way around.

and she doesn’t stop until the pads of her fingers are humid with your anticipation. only then does she withdraw her hand- much to your disappointment- but you couldn’t have expected her to continue touching you out in the open, considering anyone could walk into the curatorium any moment.

as much as she enjoys the thrill of the possibility of getting caught, she is not risking her reputation and her business just for you. at least, not yet- not when she hasn’t figured out if what she wants from you is only sex or something more. and it’ll take her a while to figure out.

she whispers in your ear to follow her. and you do, as steadily as your shaky legs allow you to. she doesn’t take your hand to guide you to her chambers, she only looks over her shoulder to you with a look in her eyes that makes you a little afraid of what she’s planned for you.

inside her dark room, a few candles are lit and the scent of fine incense wafts in the air. this time, she grabs your hand and guides you toward the bed. standing on the edge, she removes your clothes, one by one and with no rush as she places a few kisses here and there.

then she undresses right in front of you. she doesn’t allow you to do it for her even as your hands reach out to touch her. now her hand grips your waist before giving you a gentle push and you land on your back against the covers.

she moves like a cat when her body settles atop yours. with her lips on your chest and her hand between your thighs, it’s not long before you approach your climax. but before you can get a release, her fingers abandon your core and you groan her name almost as a plea.

it isn’t until she feels like she’s taken enough out of you that she’ll grant you the satisfaction you so crave. she’ll do so with her fingers, then one more time with her mouth. until you’re overstimulated and you can only tremble through the sensitivity after each touch.

by the way, she does not allow you to be a pillow princess. she expects pleasure in return, it’s almost like a transaction. and whether you make her go through the same things she put you through, that’s entirely up to you. but you have to take in mind she might not be as patient as you. she is a hungry woman.

and as for aftercare, with nefer it’d be so relaxing that you’ll only want to get back into the covers with her and sleep soundly. of course, you leave first thing in the morning before anyone else can see you. because with nefer, it is a secretive affair- one in which she barely lays a finger on you when you’re in public.