whilst i'm still on a break, i'm also moving blogs in hopes for a fresh start and a clean slate for my writing too. so, if you would like to continue to read my works and interact with me, i shall now be found at @thexianzhoujade where i write for both hsr and gi.
my initial thought was to repost all of my works there but i decided otherwise since there's quite a lot. if any, i might eventually rewrite all of them. because of this, https-furina will merely sit as an idle archive for the foreseeable future. all of my works shall stay published and available to read at any point but i will most likely not log back into this account for a while - hence, if you want to interact with me and continue reading, i advise you follow my new blog.
thank you for the support that https-furina has received over this almost past year that it's been working as a genshin blog however due to numerous reasons, i feel more comfortable with moving blogs and creating a fresh start.
here are past links for easier navigation if you're returning to read an archived work!
old pinned post | general masterlist
i'll be reblogging my new blog's pinned post to save you searching once this post is pinned.
a new dawn rises but somewhere else, the sun is setting. goodnight, https-furina.
esteemed guests of the luofo, the general is away right now so i'll be the one to listen to your concerns; i find myself involved in both the cosmos (hsr) and out-of-realm (gi) experiences so you can discern me as capable hands in light of the general's absence.
oh, me? jing yuan can never find the time to properly introduce me, huh. my name is kai and i run the internal affairs of the xianzhou jade; also known as jing yuan's personal affiliated library. my husband loves long titles, have you ever listened to the name of the power he yields so proudly? ask him to say it before you go to bed, it'll have put you to sleep by the time he's done.
the xianzhou jade is an elaborate collection of data and writing so the general and i understand that it's a little confusing. please see the jade's guidelines and our tome of terminology to ease your mind about navigating our shelves.
please, feel free to take your time within our beloved space. you've done so much for not only the luofo but the alliance with your feats, we are forever indebted.
the jade's inscriptions. i am slowly moving here from @https-furina. || i co-own @ecrin-de-litterature.
following numerous things that have happened today both in real life and online and also numerous hate anons, i’m taking an official break from all social media.
in regards to tumblr, this means i simply won’t be talking or posting (like i am now) and all i’ll do is post fics as i finish them. interaction will be sparse and i probably won’t check my notifications. i’ll only be here to post my writing.
mutuals, i’ll check in occasionally on discord and for ecrin, i’ll do the daily ping + wednesday and saturday pings as usual.
i realised i have a lot going on and despite my wishes for 2024 being that i become the best version of myself for others, i seem to be lacking severely so i’m putting myself first and working on everything in reality without the interruption of everything online, which only makes it worse.
oh, my final note before the radio silence; my nation masterlists had a makeover. enjoy.
it's been a bit but i hope you're doing okie and if you're not then i'm here to fight away all of the bad vibes for u 🤺🤺🤺🤺
giving you a virtual hug just because 🫂
i’m not sobbing, no definitely not, you got the wrong fina if you think i am- *distraught crying*
i’m not doing too well and yall i’m aware of all my event requests and i’m trying desperately to finish them and post them since i’m participating in a valentines event for ecrin and i literally cannot focus or write it’s killing me
like it’s not even writer’s block or burnout because i want to write, it’s just my mental health phasing all my days together and i’m dissociating most of the time
so like… please do fight the bad vibes i’ve been like this for weeks and i so badly want to get event requests done ;-;
"You got vampire lore wrong in your story because real vampires do this and that" Buddy I have terrible news about all of vampires. Heartbreaking news. Worst news you're gonna hear all day.
♡ — sfw, general audiences
✦ — possible warnings applicable
no symbol means NOT SFW, minors do not interact! this blog is mostly not sfw, that's why it's easier for me not to add symbols on most of my posts. all fics include fem!reader unless stated otherwise. usually, not sfw are fem!reader and general audience fics are gn!reader, but there will always be some exceptions, so kindly pay attention! thank you!
USE THIS MASTERLIST ꕤ ✦ﾟ.* INSTEAD FOR ALHAITHAM, DILUC, KAMISATO AYATO, WRIOTHESLEY.
✦ THOUGHTS ON FONTAINE (crack theory) / KINKTOBER 2023 / NO NUT NOVEMBER (gn!reader) / ✦ WINTER EVENT 2024 /
𝐼 — { mondstadt } ✦ﾟ.*
soon to be added...
𝐼𝐼 — { liyue } ✦ﾟ.*
soon to be added...
𝐼𝐼𝐼 — { inazuma } ✦ﾟ.*
soon to be added...
𝐼𝑉 — { sumeru } ✦ﾟ.*
KAVEH — PARADISE / LOVE LANGUAGE /
𝑉 — { fontaine } ✦ﾟ.*
NEUVILLETTE — TEA PARTY (& furina) / CAREFUL / FASCINATION / ♡ AFTER THE RAIN (gn!reader) / GENTLEMAN /
Also applies to editing. I was recently talking to another writer whose editor (at a publisher) almost destroyed her desire to keep writing. Writers, know the signs of a shitty editor versus one who actually wants to help you achieve your vision, and don’t be afraid to ask for a different one. (Or fire a bad one if you’re indy.)
And this is also the crux of don’t comment with critique on fanfiction unless asked for. Because you do not know what the writer wants out of their writing, and you do not want to kill people’s motivation to write.
content: fluff, established relationship, reader also works at the kamisato estate, they can't help but not be a cute couple at all times /j
a short laugh escapes your lips as you watch the pained face your boyfriend is making, mid-conversation to one of the kamisato clan's maids. he's sending you looks, his eyes darting over as if warning you to keep your mouth shut. his lower lip is tugged between his teeth, chewing at the plump flesh as a smile cracks on his face when the maid looks down to dig something out of her uniform pocket. you're waiting - albeit not so patiently - for your boyfriend to finish his clearly unamusing conversation with the maid, she's new and you can't exactly pinpoint her name in your mind anywhere.
thoma would be damned if he kept looking at you anymore, stifling a laugh as he strategically turns his back on you under the guise that he's dusting the vase beside him. it'd already be promptly dusted earlier this morning, by you nonetheless but the maid didn't need to know that. this isn't to say that either of you had habits of being unprofessional in the workplace in regards to your relationship together considering that you are colleagues but sometimes the stiff environment the other employees of the kamisato clan create needs lightening up a little. on a good day, you may catch lady ayaka or even lord ayato amused by your bickering, sending a look across the courtyard when thoma yells out in alarm when you splash him with soapy water.
the maid disappears after passing a key to thoma - the one you familiarly recognise as the one belonging to ayato's office - and he's quick to saunter over to you, pressing a firm kiss to your lips that you can't help but smile during as you let a hand wander into ginger locks.
"stop making me laugh!" thoma scolds, grinning as you give him one last peck, separating in order to be professional, "the poor girl looked so confused!"
you shrug, continuing to mop at the wooden floorboards the pair of you stand on - that wasn't why you was waiting on thoma but you figured you may as well get this chore done while you're at this part of the estate. thoma shakes his head at your carefree attitude, biting his lip as he watches you for a moment.
"do you need something? you're distracting me." you tease the tall ginger male, who lets out a scoff and flicks at your forehead with his pointer finger and thumb. you yelp, pouting as you puff your cheeks and rub at the spot in feigned pain.
"yes, you're supposed to have something for me," thoma rolls his eyes with a smile at your dramatic attitude, watching you pull out a neatly folded piece of paper - he's almost surprised she didn't fold it into origami again, "did she write everything down this time?"
"i made sure she did - i even went over the pantry with her." you beam, resting your chin on the top of the mop in your hands. thoma drowns in the colour of your eyes, wide and sparkling as you look at him. part of him wishes it wasn't work hours so he could pull you back to bed, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck as your hands run through his hair. he clears his throat suddenly, surprising you but he smiles to brush it off.
"look who's being the distracting one now," thoma wouldn't admit his previous thoughts but they linger in his mind, he's so close to grabbing your hand and whisking you away just to hear your laugh and suffocate in the scent of your perfume, "my favourite distraction."
hello ^^ i already requested a prompts but i was wondering if ic ould ask for another oen??
15. “look at the moon.” with wanderer maybe??
thank you!
✎ wish upon a star.
ft. wanderer x gn!reader
prompt: “look at the moon.”
w.c. 525 words
content: fluff, they're in a relationship but it's not stated for how long, he’s only actually referred to as wanderer roughly once?
notes: ahasjsjsj don’t worry there isn’t a limit to how much you can request ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა this is my first time explicitly writing for wanderer and not scaramouche so i'm sorry if it's not good - i'll work to improve !!
the sweet juice of sunsettia hits you when you pop another chunk into your mouth, watching the fireflies dance among themselves as if there is no care in the world. imagine a world where you could be as carefree as those fireflies - you smile a little at the thought. he sends a glance in your direction, eyes never failing to be sharp as if he couldn't stand your presence. that was far from the case even if he'd never vocally admit it.
"what are you smiling at?" he scoffs, cold fingertips playing with the blades of grass surrounding the two of you. the harsh tone he always speaks in makes you roll your eyes, tilting your head back to gaze up at the stars.
"i was watching the fireflies. they're so free," you let out a dazed sigh, content in the moment as your eyes fall on the crescent moon, "look at the moon."
"it looks the same as it always does, y/n." of course he wouldn't see the beauty of the moon like you did - at least that is what he made you believe. he wouldn't let you see the way that his own purple eyes linger on the moon, grasping at the curve of the crescent and how it still shows itself despite the harsh words the humans spew at it. the moon is almost a shunned child, despised by the living who favour of the sun - the brighter child, the bringer of good days and happy smiles.
"have you ever wished on a star, love?" you ask suddenly in the silence that followed his last words. the amethyst eyes you adore so much flicker in your direction, brows knitted in confusion. for a moment you were certain he'd bite back about the pet name but his eyes gloss over at your question, completing skipping the use of 'love.'
"wish.. on a star?" he mumbles, looking back up at the many stars littered above you. they remind him of the puddles of pink sakura petals that settle beneath their trees as they fall. you quirk a curious brow - had your boyfriend truly never wished on a star?
"you know like the shooting stars? when you see one you've supposed to think of something you really want," your face lights up at the sight of one, fast in pointing one out, "quick, make a wish!"
the two of you are silent as you watch it dash across the night sky, glittering in all of its brilliance. you watch it in amazement, clinging to your wish in wild hope. wanderer finds your childish delight much more interesting than the actual star - despite having actually wished upon it. he would have never years ago so why did he feel the panic to hurriedly wish before the star disappeared? he almost scoffs at the thought of you rubbing off on him. your eyes glitter, reflecting millions as stars as you look at the sky in wonder.
you've been so carefree all your life, he wonders if he'd still be able to reach across and tangle his long fingers with yours if fate had treated him differently.
anyways i was looking through the prompts bc i wanted to see if anything would fit with another character but.
32 and scara? 🫣
(i will be back when i figure out the perfect prompt to go with who i was thinking of hehehe)
✎ grumpy meets clingy.
ft. scaramouche x gn!reader
prompt: "don't touch me while i'm trying to fall asleep."
w.c. 559 words
content: fluff, established relationship, clingy reader - usual grumpy scara hehe, harbinger!scara, light cursing, i’m gonna say hints to his story just in case
notes: the first time i'm writing for scara outside of my scara & ei angst omfg i hope i don't butcher the crap out of him
moonlight floods through the open window, you’re indifferent about shutting the curtains when night falls. you like to gaze upon the moon in its fullest, admiring it in all of it’s peaceful serenity. to begin with, your boyfriend was reluctant to let you keep the curtains open. he complained, claiming that the brightness of the moon would keep him awake.
scaramouche would not explicitly say it out loud but he didn’t mind the loss of sleep when he sees you gazing out of the window, your eyes soft as you drift into another realm inside your head. he has objected that you love the moon more than him - you giggled in response, of course your boyfriend would be jealous of the moon.
you’re restless and not even the moon is comforting you. you shuffle amongst the silk sheets, rolling onto your back to see the form of your boyfriend. he’s staring up at the ceiling. you wish to reach out, touch him but he’s probably on such high alert in his current thought process. if you would ask, scaramouche would simply say he is scheming. it’s usually enough to put you off prying any further, you do not need the details of what the harbinger gets up to.
swallowing the lump in your throat, you slide over to scaramouche’s side in a futile attempt to curl up against him so that you may finally fall asleep. at the slightest touch against his arm, scaramouche is budging away from you. a scoff leaves his lips when he realises it was you.
“don’t touch me while i’m trying to fall asleep.” he mumbles, a little snarkily but you have dealt with him long enough to know that he doesn’t mean an ounce of what he says. you roll your eyes.
“you’re hardly trying for starts, the ceiling isn’t that interesting scara.” your eyes are beginning to burn, begging to be closed so you may drift off. scaramouche catches the way your eyelashes are fluttering, barely lowering as if fighting to keep your eyes open.
“i’m counting seelies or whatever the fuck that saying is.” scaramouche knows damn well what the saying is but the words leave his mouth in a mutter anyway as he tilts his head back on the pillows.
“just let me put my head on your chest and i won’t bother your counting any longer.” you sigh, just wishing he’d stop being stubborn for five minutes. scaramouche groans, uttering a ‘fine’ as he hesitantly watches you rest your head against his chest. the contact makes him tense, the muscles in his stomach tightening when you drape an arm across the region.
scaramouche is by no means warm, in fact he is naturally cold - perfect for summer nights like these. as you exhale in mild content, your eyelashes fluttering shut at the cherished contact with your boyfriend, scaramouche wonders what he did to deserve someone as patient and kind as you. you deal with him with little to no qualms - not even about this forsaken job he ended up with.
when he assumes that you have fell into a slumber long awaited, scaramouche lowers his arm around your shoulders and he tangles his lanky legs with yours. a sigh leaves his lips but as he closes his eyes, he misses the smile that crosses your face.
on the side of the counter sits a stack of slightly crumpled receipts with their corners folded upon completion. you can only assume that the café owner is a busy person.
#ACAFÉONTHESEAFRONT — event | order receipts
upon further inspection, it appears the receipts are organised by the size of the coffee drink ordered.
ongoing orders: 18
— cup size: small (platonic)
001. ordered for neuvillette.
small latte w/ foam.
one order being brewed.
— cup size: medium (fluff)
001. ordered for alhaitham.
medium cappuccino w/ soy milk and foam.
002. ordered for gorou.
medium espresso w/ soy milk and latte art.
