Lisa experiencing a quiet break-up while Jean is speedrunning the psychosis episode to propose to her lovely gf.
+ if jean and lisa had relationship issues it would ripple through all of Mondstat and I think its veryyy funny. Bless Kaeya who is like fuckkk i need these 2 to function or Imma kms!! and so he tries to mediate for relationship issues and stumbles on smth WAYY deeper than he's prepared for.
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Part 1 and Part 2 of my JeanLisa & KaeLuc meet cute AU from twt✨ Co-workers Kaeya and Lisa getting slightly obsessed with Diluc and Jean who always jog together during their lunch break.
i wanna share the genshin impact ships i enjoy and why (mostly rarepairs)
Rosaria/Kaeya - undeniable trust and friendship turned romantic interest. though capable of forming a relationship, their occupation and circumstances prevent them from fully pursuing it. Even if all factors could ignite mutual interest, the fear of ruining the friendship they harbored would stand in the way. What's important in a lonesome city is the same stranger who is looking for the same comfort you seek. Frequent liar or not, he's quite the personality to have around.
Jean/Diluc - everyone says they are exes turned lovers however I view them as the failed chance at love. They are friends who knew each other since they were learning to walk type of friendship. The first love you never forget. If they were given the chance, they could say what they want to the other. "You look even better after you became a stranger to me, pretty woman"
Yelan/Ningguang - The what could've beens. similar to jealuc but in ninglan it's focus is more on the one-sided, unrequited type of love. (using Beiguang for this example) watching the one you love fall for someone you know she deserves hurts. It hurts because you know you could've been with her if not for your own issues. thankfully she will never know you love her since that love will die with you
Rosaria/Jean - oh god where do i begin with this. The "outcast" meets the city's beloved individual. For someone who feels they never belong, its confusing to have the city's hope make excuses to see you. Rosaria and Jean's relationship begins with jealousy due to the nun and the idol deaconess' relationship. What makes Barbara look at Rosaria the way Jean always wanted? Filled with concern and trust that only families have for one another. Giving that to a complete stranger is agonizing.
Lisa/Jean - coworkers to lovers <3. A workaholic learning the simplicities of life from the reliable, easygoing, gentle person. When she'd forget to take care of herself mentally, she'd be there. Unknowingly providing comfort with just her presence alone.
Beidou/Ningguang - Two people who rule and have a significant influence on the community. Bickering and arguing over the smallest things yet loving each other for the same reason. What makes these two so wonderful is the fact that they both witnessed each other overcome difficulties in their own manner. They both achieved goals that brought them together in some way. Competing with which one would make the other prouder.
Venti/Zhongli - centuries have gone and past, and yet home always had the same eyes and breeze. When it comes to gods, the only one they could consider as equal are the same immortals who suffer with them. Why does meeting each other again bring so much comfort and pain? How many friends did they watch come and go like sand through the wind? Thankfully, they can overcome these uncertainties together. Until they could no longer control the corrosion within them.
Surcrose/Rosaria - When your curiosity leads to people questioning your character, the person you gravitate towards is someone similar. Sucrose would have a lot on her mind and would desperately need someone to talk to. Rosaria always wanted to learn more about the world but never had the guts to say it out loud. The mutual silence between them could be a conversation. "I have something on my mind, but I have difficulties saying it" and "Take your time. No rush."
Kaeya/Albedo - Understanding your past from the product of the past can be an interesting combo. Kaeya and Albedo are two perspectives of the Khaenri’ahn existence. The truth is never black or white, in fact, the truth is always relative. Messing around with your coworker because of mutual origins grives a sense of comfort in the city where everyone knows everyone.
Ganyu/Keqing - coworker who has false impressions towards each other. A tender and careful love formed from the desire to protect their city. Patience is a virtue especially for Ganyu. However, with all the years she had lived, days with Keqing always felt like love personafied.
Xiao/Traveler - what cannot be may be. One's duties always hinder relationships, but there will always be someone stubborn enough to reach out. Someone once said that unnecessary suffering is not a proof of strength. Relying on others is difficult but if it's with the person they love, one could only hope that they're not a burden. Thankfully, they don't give a damn about your stubbornness and go out of their way to talk and spend time with you. Since you know that these times wouldn't last.
Ayaka/Yoimiya - The different lives we live shouldn't turn us into strangers. In a life where expectations are laid upon you, finding freedom and happiness incarnate is like grasping sunlight. Ayaka knows she has her duties but spending time with Yoimiya makes her forget the time. Grief and loss often isolate us from relationships (including socioeconomic circumstances). Thankfully the eternal shogun's antithesis stays by your side.
Itto/Sara - Our beliefs do not align, but if someone talks shit about the other. Someone will be getting punched or electrocuted. Being a Yokai in human society always leads to discrimination unless you are equipped with power and unimaginable influence. Seeing each other's most vulnerable sides in the most unexpected times always led to curiosity. Curiosity leading to interest. And interest leading to fondness.
Al Haitham/Kaveh - Unconventional ways of saying "i love you" almost always lead to someone's wrinkly forhead. If turning himself into Kaveh's personal screaming outlet would let him relax, Al haitham would gladly do it. What happened in the past has long gone, and what's left is to continue. Is it so difficult to let him love you?
Candace/Dehya - Every neighborhood child's first loves daring each other. Duty is always the priority. Traveling the world will come one day but not today. If that is someone's belief, then someone will bring the world to them. Even if it's small material gifts, its treasured dearly. Just make sure not to come home bruised and covered in wounds. Else a medicated scolding (and some kisses) would be perscribed by the village's resident guardian.
to speak of love in flowers - jeanlisa divorce au fic
It all started with the roses, and it ended with them too. The witch’s memory was sharp, sharp enough to remember every detail of that fateful morning - a blonde woman in stuffily formal attire, striding over with a confident, practiced gait. Still, regardless of how much the knight tried to hide it, the anxiety was evidently washing her features.
“Lisa…Hello,” said Jean. Her hands were hidden out of sight, behind her back, but Lisa already knew. In Jean’s fidgeting, a small flash of familiar purple bled through, bunched up together. Sheepishly, the Acting Grandmaster said in a soft voice (Lisa had never heard her use that voice with anyone but herself, and it made her heart flutter), “I wanted to pay you a personal visit, for the occasion.”
Lisa sighed. “Don’t be so formal darling, it’s called a birthday party.” Jean gulped in response, then cleared her throat.
“Anyway…I’m glad you could come, Jean. I’ve missed you,” Lisa said gently, as if to a scared, wounded animal. Jean’s face dusted itself pink. Tentatively, Lisa extended her arms forward in the motion of a hug but not quite making contact yet, and asked, “Touch?” Jean nodded, almost a little too eagerly. As Lisa nuzzled affectionately into her side, the witch couldn’t help the thought passing of ‘my knight’. And whenever she’s ready…My girl.
After the embrace, one that Lisa wished could have lasted for as long as the universe remained standing, a playful look came upon her face. “So…That gift of yours. Hidden so inconspicuously. ” Delaying no longer, Jean brought out the bouquet, and whatever parts of Lisa’s heart were frozen solid suddenly melted away. Sumeru roses.
Lisa took it, examining each furl and petal with care. The most vibrant shade of purple she had ever seen on a flower - and one that she treasured like no other. “I saw you were reading a book about herbology so I…Thought it might be a good gift, my apologies if it is inappropriate.”
The emerald of her eyes sparkled with delight. “They’re perfect, Jean Gunnhildr. You know me well and…my love for pretty things.” A veil seemed to cast around her gaze as she reached a hand to brush briefly against the other woman’s. There was a hitch in Jean’s voice that stirred excitement in Lisa.
For a while Jean was silent as they rested in each other’s embrace, before the knight whispered back, with a boldness Lisa was not expecting, “Well…Is this pretty little thing to your taste?” The conversation had dropped from the flowers to a simple scene of two women in each other’s arms, sharing a moment only the two of them were ever to know. Lisa smirked. Jean’s attempts at flirting were the sweetest words she’s ever heard from the stoic knight.
“Perhaps we should continue this conversation over a warm cup of tea,” Lisa purred, stroking Jean by the cheek. Jean, attempting to stay stone-faced, simply nodded. “Yes…yes, tea would be wonderful.”
The flowers started them all. Those gorgeous, beautiful, cursed flowers. Blossoming and tangling around her heart - no matter how she pruned them, they never stopped growing. Never stopped hurting. Beautiful to look back upon, but a bitter reminder of everything that could have been that was not.
It had been years since the divorce. Lisa Minci had been managing on her own, running her own library outside the affiliation of the Knights of Favonius. She couldn’t stand to see the face again of the woman she thought loved her. That had been proven to be untrue. Jean had made many promises of a forever with each other, of their own happily-ever-after, after the stirrings in Teyvat were to calm down. They would have the soft, simple, sweet life of their dreams.
Instead of building that life together however, other things had to get in the way. It was always meeting this, reports over here and there to sign, hilichurl attack down by the farmlands, political disputes, trade and economics, and the like. It took Lisa a while to wake up to it all. To all the nights she woke up to empty bed sheets beside her, of attempts of intimacy rebuffed out of the other party’s exhaustion at the end of the day, talking of nothing but the problems that she bore on her shoulders. Jean was just a young woman with a Herculean task of running a city. And Lisa was a woman with little time left in the world, and was left spending it alone not physically, but emotionally. The distance, the distance…So close yet so far away. How bitter she had become over the last years of their union.
It was date night, Lisa’s birthday once more, the time it happened. Lisa was dressed in an extravagant green dress, glittering as she twirled herself around. A private section of the restaurant, just for the two of them, to surprise her wife with a treat after a long day’s work.
Only, there was nobody to come greet her this time. Hours ticked by as swift as a fleet-footed fox, and Lisa idly played with purple strands of electricity among her fingers. She should have seen this coming. She was a fool. A fool to think that that woman could truly love anything but her career, and her people. In the recent months, Lisa had become just that - just another citizen with problems to be cared for and addressed. Their interactions…The same cycle over and over again, with nothing learned, no growth on either side. They were two sides of the same coin. And that coin was starting to rust over. Just another penny down the gutter - nothing special.
When Jean did arrive, panting and sweaty from running through the streets of Mondstadt, the restaurant was closed. Lisa was standing outside, pelted by rain. One could practically feel the electro energy reverberating around her. Jean’s apologies came first, her pleas for Lisa to be understanding of what was important to her.
Lisa cackled, a witch’s cackle that sent Jean goosebumps. “So it really is true…No matter what happens, no matter what I do, no matter how much I tell you how you’re destroying yourself with the life you’re living…You never listen."
A lightning storm brewed overhead. "I’ve worked so hard to be with you Jean, and the thing about you is that you never change." Lisa had about her the look of a broken woman, speaking softly, but not gently. "Always so steadfast, so steady. I love you for it. I loved you for it.” The last words came out of Lisa crackling in an emotional rasp. Jean simply stared, dumbfounded.
“You feel like a stranger in my bed, mutterings of documents to submit and time to run after." It hurt Lisa to say it. How many times had she told her in confidence, in hushed whispers curled up to the sound of each other's fragile heartbeats, how little time she had left?
"So much so that I don’t remember who the woman I fell in love with is anymore.”
Jean attempted to speak, to speak in her defense, but Lisa silenced her with a hush. “This was the last chance, Gunnhildr. To prove that we could make this work. And it doesn’t. So I’m done.” The words almost dragged her insides straight out of her ribcage, but she ignored the throbbing feeling in her chest. Shaking her head, Lisa walked away, presumably to head home. Jean stood there stupefied, the gravity of what was happening hitting her.
No more Lisa. Her wife, her best friend. Disappearing around the corner, and disappearing from her life. There were no more second chances. For the first time in years, Jean Gunnhildr felt truly alone.
Years felt like centuries when bearing pain. It was just a regular stroll like any other. Going down a path trodden hundreds of times by the same feet, the same routes of vendors and storefronts, she saw it. Lisa saw it.
On the windowsill, the one she would look out of longingly in their shared bedroom, wondering what time her now ex-wife would come home from the Headquarters, there was a pot warmed by the sun.
Those flowers.. Those purple fucking flowers. She had been keeping them. Watering them, replacing them, taking the delicate care required to raise them in such a colder climate than they were used to.
The dam broke. The emotions started to flood, like the tears now streaming from Lisa’s eyes.
All thoughts seemed to slow and come to a stop. There was only one thing, one thing she had to do. Taking the signature rose from her wide-brimmed hat, she tentatively knocked on that all too familiar door.
The blonde woman answered, groggy and looking like she hadn’t had a night’s sleep. Her expression quickly shifted from drowsy to something unnameable, as she examined the other woman in front of her, clasping gently a single Sumeru rose.
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