I don't really have a scenario in mind but I'd love something maybe with Nefer, reader and Lauma please? Or just Nefer and reader, whatever is easiest for you, those two are just stuck in my head lately hehe.
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hmmmmmm, for the writing event….can i getttt uhhhhhhhhhhhh, wuh luh wuh fem! reader x nefer fluff, just straight up cuddles n whatnot?? (I’m not used to requesting myb)
this heh… this is so peak. tysm for requesting ☺️
all wound up
nefer x fem!reader
cw: NONE!!!! IM ON A FLUFF STREAK (no beta reader)
a/n: the most peak of peak ideas. also im sorry for yapping about deforestation and its environmental impacts for like a whole freaking paragraph. one more thing, i literally got so consumed with writing this that i was doing this at work LMAO
Embers crackled in the fireplace as Nefer’s hand began to run along your spine teasingly. Her nails tracing sacred lines around your body that was growing colder from the winter storm outside. Soft lips pressed against your shoulder blade with a satisfied hum, “Such a sweet thing you are, hm?” It was heavenly the way she spoke to you.
Another soft kiss was pressed to your neck this time, her mouth moving up your body to rest where she knew you wanted her most. Nefer’s eye lashes fluttered against your skin so softly that it felt like the first dusting of snow on the ground outside. “You tease me too much, Nefer.” Her lips pulled into a sensuous smile against your goose-bumped skin as she hummed questioningly.
“I tease you, do I?” Her arm came to wrap around your waist, claiming and soothing, acting as a balm to the cold outside. Wind howled and moaned against the window— Nod Krai’s winter this year was especially intense. Records from the Fontaine Institute’s Almanac describe this year’s winter to be so bad that it beats years from before.
Snow levels achieving unprecedented heights with wind speeds becoming faster due to the deforestation from the Fatui building their stronghold on Paha Isle. Animals had even begun migrating from the shores down to Lempo Isle where you and your wife lived. There had even been rumors of floods happening because there were no trees to block the rain and reroute it to the ocean that surrounded the different islands.
The scratching of the tree branches on your frozen windows brought you from your thoughts, these past few weeks of helping the Traveler defend Nod Krai had been so draining that one morning of being able to sleep in was sanctuary. Nefer pinched your thigh and nipped at your skin, the sensation shocked you from your thinking.
You rolled over onto your back to face Nefer, no longer front to back. “I’m just.. concerned, you know?” At her questioning look you cleared your throat to clarify yourself. “I’m scared of what’s to come for our friends if we don’t get Columbina back.” Nefer looked into your eyes and pressed her lips against your forehead. Ever the reassuring voice of reason for your relationship.
There was a long pause before Nefer nodded slowly and tugged you closer to her, even more impossibly so than before— considering that you were already chest to shoulder with her. “I’m going to only ask you this once,” She was already attempting to hold you to a promise. “Do not worry about what is out of your control, mkay?” One last tender kiss is pressed into your skin as Nefer closes her eyes to fall asleep again. “And that even includes in your sleep.”
It was a tired mumble before she fell back asleep in your embrace. You attempted to close your eyes, frowning and burrowing further into the comfort of the duvet, “I’ll certainly try.”
In regards to your Winter Solstice Writing Event, would you be willing to write about saying “I love you.” for the first time to some of the Fontaine girls? People like Navia, Furina, Clorinde, Arlecchino, or even Emilie? Thank you!
YES LAWD THIS IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS?????
absolutely no content warnings!
a/n: furina my favorite girl failure oh how i love you. also i dont speak a lick of french, i speak more greek and mandarin than i do french😅 also side note, word vomit for clorinde idk what happened
furina:
The street lights of Fontaine’s city were too bright and your smile was too sweet. You were looking at Furina like she hung the very stars you walked beneath. “Furina, I love you, you know that right?” She kept walking and humming some song from the opera that you had just left.
She didn’t register it at first, turning towards you haughtily and laughing, “I know! Who wouldn’t love me?” But then you repeated it softer and Furina’s eyes grew wide at the adoration in your tone.
“Well, I love you too!” She’s frantically trying to collect herself and Archon’s above it’s adorable. It’s a silly rushed moment that Furina looks back on that moment with absolute horror. But, you just laugh it off and kiss her sweetly, lulling away any sort of abject disdain that mettles in her brain.
navia:
She said it first, solid and sturdy just like the element of her vision. “Ma chéri, je t'aime.” Silken words flutter through your brain and down your spine. Heat creeps up your neck as Navia looks at you smugly, relishing in your gaping mouth and fish-eyed stare.
“You beat me to it, I was supposed to say it first!” The dinner before you suddenly seems too filling compared to how Navia’s looking at you. She curls her fingers to rest her chin on her palm, the look in her eyes is anything but innocent as she whispers those words again.
Oh sweet seelies, she’s going to kill you if she keeps talking to you in that raspy voice that sends your heart into a flutter. “I love you too.” You whisper hoarsely. It’s simple, but it’s enough for Navia to waive a waiter for the check and drag you home.
clorinde:
The scent of musty books filled the library, heavy rain pattering on the window. You didn’t initially say it with conviction, it was an offhanded comment, as if you were talking about the horrid weather outside. You said it as a fact, and that was enough for Clorinde to pause from where she was reaching for a book.
A shuddering sigh later and Clorinde was staring at you cautiously, “You love me?” It sounds silly the way she says it so tentatively. She asks you that question like she’s giving you the choice to back away and act as though this relationship never happened.
Alas, this relationship has come to fruition. You look at Clorinde’s ever reddening face and give her a cheesy grin, repeating your phrase of ‘I love you.’ Then it clicks in her brain. You love her, you love her despite her occupation. You love her beyond what Fontaine society deems her to be; that’s enough for her to say those three words back to you as a promise for many years to come.
arlecchino:
The fire crackled in the House of the Hearth and you were watching Arlecchino from the corner of your eyes. Turning pages and the scratching of pen on parchment filled the office space that you rested in. Arlecchino dipped her pen into an inkwell, tapping the nib on the side to rid herself of the excess ink. “Has something piqued your interest, darling?”
The chaise you were lounging on sighed as you pressed yourself further into the warm cushions, the blanket on your lap slid further down your legs as you sat up to stretch your arms. “I love this, I mean, I love what we have.” Oh dear, that was not at all how you had rehearsed telling your girlfriend that you loved her.
“I see, is there something you wish to change?” Panic floods your system at how matter-of-fact she sounds, as if this was a business meeting and not a heartfelt confession.
“No! No, there’s nothing I want different between us. I just wanted to say that ‘I love you.’” Arlecchino hums before repeating back that vapid phrase to you. She says it like a fact, like something that is and will always be true.
emilie:
Emilie barely acknowledged what you had said, her eyes flicking up from the bottle of perfume that she was mixing. “I see,” Is.. is that all she was going to say to you? “I do love you too. I was just wondering when you’d finally reveal yourself and admit that you love me.”
Oh you stupidly, infuriatingly, gorgeous woman. “Wait, I’m confused. You knew?” Emilie sets down her tincture, screwing the top back onto the glass bottle with practiced ease. She looks into your eyes with a satisfied smile and hums in affirmation.
Oh damn, she knew all right. She knew you loved her from the moment you set foot in her perfume lab.
ahh this was so fun to write icl im obsessed with furina and navia
Arlecchino:Good. Make sure they know to triple check their supplies, then do it again. Surprises are the last thing tonight needs.
Lyney:…..
Arlecchino:…Lyney. *turns around* Now is not the time to-
On the beach, several feet away, Aether stood motionless with a freshly cooked kabob in hand, his foot on a Fatui operative, and his eyes staring back at the two of them.
Aether:…
Arlecchino:Ah, I was wondering when our paths would cross again. Before you get too alarmed, no, that person isn’t one of mine.
Lyney:H-Hey, Aether. Always nice to see your brilliant eyes.
Without a word, he holds out his left hand and makes a fireball before looking at Arlecchino.
Arlecchino:Hmm, so you’ve gotten stronger have you? *raises hand* The flame, claw it. Like a torch almost. The intensity will change.
He curled his fingers around the flame and sure enough it was similar to a blowtorch. Aether looked back at Arlecchino and she gave a thumbs up. All he could do was nod before walking away like everything was normal.
Lyney:Did he just…seek your approval?
Arlecchino:At the end of the day, my strength and expertise are the two things he could trust at face value. It’s only natural those seeking improvement look at those ahead of them. Leaving in silence was a tactical decision as well. The plan continues as follows, but make sure everyone is aware their old friend is here.
Lyney:Yes, Father!
Arlecchino:Also…please do your best to act dignified next time your eyes meet.
Lyney:*red* I-Thought I did alright!
Arlecchino: From where I’m standing, you really didn’t.
Genshin request for Jean: Reader is Eula's younger sibling (still gender neutral) and reader is dating Jean but gotta keep relationship a secret which can cause scandal for Lawrence blood dating the Great Gunnhildr
While do secret date Reader question Jean if this what she wanted of this love life and maybe one day they come out to public with their relationship freely
Love Is the Bravest Rebellion
Summary: In the quiet corners of Mondstadt, beneath the soft glow of the moon, you — Eula’s younger sibling — meet in secret with Jean Gunnhildr, the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius. Your relationship, hidden beneath duty and political tension, blooms quietly between shared laughter and whispered promises. But behind every soft word lies a storm waiting to break — the scandal of a Lawrence and a Gunnhildr in love. As you question whether living in secrecy is worth the price, Jean must confront the weight of her role, her heart, and the city she’s sworn to protect. Tonight, though, it’s just Jean and [Name] — and a love carried gently on the wind.
Tags: Jean x Reader, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Angst, Comfort, Emotional Intimacy, Political Tension, Hopeful Ending.
Warnings: Mentions of Prejudice/Class discrimination (Lawrence family), Secrecy, Emotional Angst, Duty vs. Love Conflict, Mild Tension.
Mondstadt’s late evening air always carried a peculiar peace — a hush between the bustle of daylight and the hum of night. Lanterns flickered along the stone paths, and the cathedral’s bells had long since fallen silent.
Atop the windswept cliffs behind the Favonius headquarters, a figure waited beneath the silver glow of the moon — Jean, Acting Grand Master, her pristine uniform replaced by something softer, something uncharacteristically casual: a simple cloak draped over her shoulders.
She turned at the sound of approaching footsteps — light, careful, familiar.
“[Name],” she greeted softly, her composure melting into something gentler than any of her knights had ever seen.
“Sorry I’m late,” you replied, breathless from the climb. “Eula caught me on my way out. I had to come up with an excuse about... a book.”
Jean chuckled under her breath. “A book. That’s becoming your most dangerous weapon these days.”
You smiled, stepping closer until the scent of dandelions and ink surrounded you. “I have to improvise. The Grand Master’s lover can’t exactly stroll through the plaza hand-in-hand without causing an uproar.”
Jean’s expression softened, but there was something in her eyes — a weight that never left. “You shouldn’t have to lie, especially not for my sake.”
You reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “You say that every time, and yet we’re still here.”
“Because I’m selfish,” Jean admitted quietly, lowering her gaze. “Because I want to see you, even when I know I shouldn’t.”
You took her hand — the same one that carried the burdens of a city — and laced your fingers together. “Then we’re both selfish.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The wind played with the grass, rustling the distant dandelions that seemed to glow faintly beneath the moonlight. You leaned against her shoulder, and she exhaled — a sound that was both a sigh of relief and a confession of exhaustion.
“Do you ever think,” you began softly, “what would happen if people found out? About us?”
Jean’s grip on your hand faltered for the briefest moment, before she steadied it again. “The city would talk,” she said after a pause. “They would question my judgment. A Gunnhildr… consorting with a Lawrence.”
Her tone wasn’t cold — it was weary.
You looked down at your intertwined fingers, the contrast between her pale knuckles and your trembling ones stark. “It wouldn’t just be your reputation,” you murmured. “Eula would be caught in the storm, too. She’s fought so hard to prove that a Lawrence can be trusted.”
Jean’s silence was answer enough.
That silence hurt — not because it lacked care, but because it was full of it. Jean was not a woman who ignored the consequences of her actions. Every decision she made was weighed, measured, and steeped in duty.
And yet, here she was.
“I knew it’d be like this,” you said quietly, your voice trembling just a little. “When we first started meeting like this — I told myself I could handle it. But sometimes, Jean… it’s hard. Hiding, pretending I don’t see you across the plaza. Pretending I’m just another citizen to you.”
Jean turned toward you then, and in the moonlight, her eyes looked like a sky caught between storm and calm. “Do you think it’s easy for me?” she asked, a rare flicker of emotion breaking through her calm. “Every time I see you, I have to fight the urge to smile. When the wind brings your voice from across the courtyard, I want to turn and follow it.”
You blinked, surprised by her tone — not harsh, but raw.
“I lead Mondstadt,” she continued, voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t even be honest about the one thing that makes me feel human.”
Something inside your chest tightened painfully.
You stepped closer, until your forehead rested against hers. “Then let’s stop pretending. Just for tonight. Forget the titles — the Gunnhildr, the Lawrence. Just Jean and [Name].”
Her breath hitched — and then, slowly, she smiled. “Just Jean and [Name],” she echoed, as if the words themselves were freedom.
You sat together on the grass, the city lights twinkling far below. Jean’s cloak was draped around your shoulders now — a quiet act of care she’d never admit aloud. The stars reflected in her eyes, their faint glow mingling with the dandelion seeds drifting lazily through the air.
“Do you think the wind approves of us?” you asked playfully, watching the tiny white fluffs float past.
Jean chuckled softly. “The Anemo Archon encourages freedom, doesn’t he? Perhaps this is his way of granting us a little.”
“Freedom?” You smiled faintly. “Feels more like we’re trapped between duty and scandal.”
She tilted her head. “Freedom doesn’t always mean being unchained. Sometimes it means choosing your chains.”
You gave a quiet laugh. “That’s such a Jean thing to say.”
She looked mock-offended. “Is that an insult?”
“A compliment. Mostly.”
The two of you shared a rare, easy laugh. It was the kind of sound that belonged to nights like this — the kind where the world seemed smaller, and love felt simple.
But the simplicity never lasted long.
“Jean,” you said after a pause, your voice gentler now. “Is this what you wanted? This kind of love — one that lives in shadows?”
Her eyes widened slightly, as though the question caught her off guard. She turned her gaze toward the horizon — the wind brushing against her hair. “What I wanted,” she said slowly, “was to serve Mondstadt without regret. To live a life of duty and honor.”
Then she turned back to you, her expression softening. “But somewhere along the way, I met you. And now I don’t know if honor alone would be enough anymore.”
The sincerity in her tone made your throat tighten.
You reached out, tracing her hand with your fingertips. “Then maybe one day,” you whispered, “we won’t have to choose between them.”
Her lips parted slightly — as if she wanted to believe it. “One day,” she repeated, voice almost breaking. “When Mondstadt is strong enough to accept that a Gunnhildr can love a Lawrence without fear.”
You smiled, even though it hurt to. “You always talk like you’re leading a revolution.”
Jean gave a soft, rueful laugh. “Maybe love is one.”
The night grew colder, the moon climbing higher. Jean stood, brushing stray grass from her cloak. “You should return soon. It’s late — Eula will worry.”
You frowned but nodded. “Yeah… I guess she will.”
Jean hesitated, then reached out — her hand finding yours once more. “[Name],” she said softly, “when the time comes — when we no longer have to hide — I’ll tell the city myself.”
You blinked. “Jean—”
“I mean it,” she said, eyes fierce with conviction now. “I’ll stand before the Knights, before every noble and commoner, and tell them that I love you. That no name — not Lawrence nor Gunnhildr — should define the worth of a heart.”
Your chest felt too small for your heart then. You stepped closer and pulled her into a tight embrace, the kind that felt like a vow.
“You’re too brave for your own good,” you whispered against her shoulder.
“And you,” she murmured, brushing a hand through your hair, “are worth every risk I’ve ever taken.”
The wind picked up then, swirling around you both — carrying laughter, tears, and something unspoken: hope.
When you finally pulled away, the world felt quieter, but lighter somehow.
“Until next time, Acting Grand Master,” you said teasingly, giving a mock bow.
Jean smiled — that rare, private smile that belonged only to you. “Until next time… my secret.”
And as you walked back down toward the sleeping city, the wind whispered around you — soft, almost conspiratorial.
Anything with Chasca please, i love her your honour 🥺😭
butterfly kisses
a/n: of course!!! she’s so amazing and i love having her for exploration in nod krai and everywhere else in teyvat!
no content warnings :3 just pure fluffiness about loving chasca and her loving you back
your nose presses against chasca’s neck, littering soft kisses against her skin. a soft sigh of contentment falls from her chapped lips, “i missed you so much today, love.” chasca mumbles, her blue eyes turning towards your own. there’s nothing but pure love in those crystalline eyes, nothing but affection for her wife.
you hum quietly, eyelids fluttering shut as sleep takes over your brain again. “why didn’t you say ‘i love you’ before you left?” it’s a drowsy whine, barely cohesive beyond grumbles and pouting. chasca just laughs adoringly, pressing another kiss to your temple as she watches you drift off to sleep again, the stars overhead guiding you back to the realm of dreams.
why dont you post your mavuika series chapters on tumblr anymore?
Putting fics that have multiple parts on tumblr usually leads to decreasing interaction as each part goes up and its more and more messing to sort out the chapter links so they can be found easily, so posting chapters on ao3 is easier for me. also ao3 lets me put a skin on my works so that they can't be copied and pasted into ai systems etc. plus... i've been more sporadic with writing and posting since my dad died a few months ago and i find older fics easier to find on ao3 with the tagging system and whatnot compared to tumblr too.
The fics aren't restricted to ao3 accounts only so you can easily read them on ao3, and the comments are always fun compared to tumblr where there was barely a comment when i was writing so... yeah. hope that answers your question.
