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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 27/05/2025

*knocking frantically on your window* OK LISTEN. jean & barbara reconciliation arc, but with 100% MORE TORTOISES 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢 so grateful to have gotten to write for the charity zine @heart-teyvat.bsky.social! if you like feeding puppies (and who doesn’t?), pls check it out! heartteyvat.bigcartel.com

WRITER PREVIEW: LEIFY

The last memory Jean has of her tortoise is of pressing her into an eight-year-old Barbara's hands. Take care of her for me, she'd said-and then she'd turned away, unable to stomach the tears welling up in her sister's eyes.
Which is not the point. The point is that it's been a decade since she's seen Elizabeth; of course she would have grown in the meantime.
Still, when Barbara had asked tentatively if Jean would like to get reacquainted with her tortoise, Jean had somehow assumed...
"I don't know why I thought she would be smaller," she admits.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 03/03/2025

sometimes you have the worst flu season of your life. and then you make that jean’s problem 🥰 written for #jarch day 1: family/friends 🍵 jean & barbara & the knights 🍵 sickfic 🍵 G-rated 🍵 3k words archiveofourown.org/works/63436810

for good or for ill, by leify

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‘“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Jean said, and promptly made a liar of herself by falling into a bout of hacking coughs. Once those died down, she inhaled cautiously, reluctant to breathe too deep and trigger another round of coughing, and winced at the low rattle that accompanied each careful breath.

“Perhaps,” she conceded finally, unable to meet Kaeya’s incredulous stare, “I am not quite as fine as I would like to be.”

“At least you admit it,” Kaeya said generously.’

When Jean comes down with a flu, her Knights and her sister band together to take care of her.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 27/01/2025

ok so listen. sometimes you’re supposed to spend your evening applying to jobs and instead you write fic. and maybe that’s okay <3 ❄️ diluc&kaeya ❄️ bickering + mild hurt/comfort ❄️ G-rated ❄️ 1.4k words archiveofourown.org/works/62481019

frostbite, by leify

Summary:

‘“What the hell were you thinking?” Diluc demands.

Kaeya gasps in mock affront. “Why, such language in the house of Barbatos?”

If Diluc hadn’t been frowning already, he would be now. “Spare me the sermon. What could possibly have possessed you to climb Dragonspine alone, without a Pyro wielder?”’

Kaeya and Diluc have a short, revealing conversation in the infirmary.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 17/01/2025

stressed at your 9-5 job? may i suggest: projecting the “i want to crawl under a desk and cry” feeling onto jean gunnhildr 🐢 jean & kaeya 🐢 pet death + emotional hurt/comfort 🐢 G-rated 🐢 1.9k words archiveofourown.org/works/62022943

a sorrow halved, by leify

Summary:

‘She releases a long exhale. “Elizabeth died today.”

It takes him a moment to place who Elizabeth is. The name doesn’t ring a bell—no one in Mondstadt goes by that name, as far as he can remember. A friend from another country, perhaps, or…

It comes to him in a rush. “Your tortoise?”’

Kaeya finds Jean crying under a desk and does his best to share the burden.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

me: what if we did like kaevember for jean haha. we could call it #jarch. haha. me 12 hours later:

A graphic detailing the fan event "Jarch." The text reads, "Jarch: A Jean Gunnhildr fan event. Prompts by leify_makes and harmoneclipse. Share your fanwork to the #jarch tag to participate!"
The prompts are as follows:
Day 1 (March 1): family/friends
Day 2 (March 5): dandelion/lionfang
Day 3 (March 8): dream/nightmare
Day 4 (March 12): Knights/Fatui
Day 5 (March 14): birthday/free day
Day 6 (March 15): victory/defeat
Day 7 (March 19): coffee/tea
Day 8 (March 22): gods/abyss
Day 9 (March 26): freedom/song
Day 10 (March 29): past/future

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 27/12/2024

Merry Christmas friends!! <3 this holiday season, if you're in the mood for thoughtful and well-written character development - look somewhere else. this is just fluff. i am not sorry 🌿 #kaejean 🌿 Christmas fluff 🌿 T-rated 🌿 2.3k words archiveofourown.org/works/61684906

the prettiest sight to see, by leify

Summary:

‘He joins Jean at the archway, careful not to stand directly under the sprig taped to the top. “Mistletoe at a work party? Isn’t that some kind of HR violation?” he asks teasingly.

Jean sighs. “Eula asked Varka if she could put it up, and both of them were fairly drunk already, and I didn’t want to undermine him in front of everyone, and…” She gestures vaguely above her head. “And I’m sure you can fill in the rest.”’

When Kaeya finds Jean cleaning up alone after an office party, a sprig of mistletoe offers them the opportunity to put some long-held misunderstandings to rest.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 28/11/2024

HAHAUDH THANK U 😭😭 look at jean:

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 28/11/2024

been thinking a lot about mond trio lately and this is my final conclusion #kaeya #diluc #jeangunnhildr

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 22/11/2024

they said to write what you know so i gave all my faves copious amounts of guilt 🍷 #ragbros + #kaejean 🍷 fluff and angst and fraught sibling conversations 🍷 T-rated for alcohol 🍷 3.3k words archiveofourown.org/works/60721546

if we set the bone straight, by leify

Summary:

‘Diluc fights the urge to roll his eyes. “If you won’t tell me what’s wrong, will you at least let me guess?”

“It’s your tavern—you can do whatever you want,” Kaeya returns archly.

“Very well,” Diluc says. “Guess number one: You’re in love.”’

Teasing a younger sibling about their crush is a rite of passage Diluc has never had much chance to partake in. Now that he and Kaeya are on slightly steadier footing, he intends to make up for lost time.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

ok do y’all remember how scara sent the traveler flowers for his birthday?? bro is smitten i fear 🪷 #scaralumi 🪷 fluff, light angst 🪷 G-rated 🪷 1.7k words archiveofourown.org/works/52795714

those most precious, by leify

Summary:

‘He grabs for the flowers, intending to fling them to the ground, but ends up clutching them fiercely instead. “What, you think that just because you’re off in some forsaken corner of Teyvat, fooling around with gods-know-who, doing your stupid hero schtick for any nation that will look your way—just because you’re gone, you think I miss you?”’

The Wanderer sends Lumine flowers on his birthday. She comes back to Sumeru to return the favour.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

you’ve heard of “coworker (derogatory)” but can i interest you in “coworker (brusquely, with hidden affection)” ✈️ #scaralumi ✈️ modern au coworkers ✈️ G-rated ✈️ 2.5k words archiveofourown.org/works/49594744

for once you let go of your fears and your ghosts, by leify

Summary:

‘“I don’t think it’s a bad photo,” he says, and before Lumine can comment on how out of character that is, he follows it up with: “It’s very you.”

She thinks she sees a tiny smile on his lips before he steps into the plane, and that rare sight is enough to make her forget to ask him what the heck that’s supposed to mean.’

A business trip forces Lumine and a prickly coworker into close proximity.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

all i’ve ever wanted from life is to sneak into a masquerade ball and be anonymous and steal stuff, and idk what that says about me 🎭 #scaralumi 🎭 masquerade heist slash relationship study? 🎭 T-rated 🎭 4K words archiveofourown.org/works/47547406

till you’ve drowned in the light, by leify

Summary:

‘Lumine doesn’t bother to check who her assailant is, only sweeps her skirt up and draws her dagger, Electro already crackling at her fingertips. She brings the blade up with one swift movement and levels it at the man’s throat.

Behind his mask, the stranger’s dark eyes are unimpressed. “Disappointing, Traveler,” he says, and Lumine groans and drops her dagger back to her side. “I really thought the legendary hero would have better situational awareness than that.”’

Lumine sneaks into a masquerade party to steal documents, armed with a mask and a dagger strapped to her thigh. As it turns out, the Wanderer has similar plans for the evening.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

this is my most popular fic ever - i think people just really enjoyed me making lumine cry 🤨🤨 ✨ #scaralumi ✨ emotional hurt/comfort feat. awkward scara ✨ T-rated ✨ 2k words archiveofourown.org/works/43729548

so you think you can love me and leave me to die, by leify

Summary:

‘He peers over at her as his eyes adjust to the dark. She’s curled up on her side, the blankets draped across her waist. She seems fine, except... her eyelashes are wet.

The Traveler is crying.’

A shared bed and the cover of darkness bring the Wanderer face to face with the cracks in his companion’s stoic façade.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

fave ship dynamic: a man with abandonment issues and a woman destined to leave him 🩹 #scaralumi 🩹 hurt/comfort but it’s not really clear who’s doing the comforting 🩹 T-rated 🩹 2k words archiveofourown.org/works/43509630

so you think you can stop me and spit in my eye, by leify

Summary:

‘The Wanderer uncaps his waterskin and pours water into his cupped hand, scrubbing the dirt from his palms. “Human flesh is so frail,” he says, and his usual derision sounds ill-fitting in his mouth. “Not like puppets. One scrape is all it takes to do you in.”
“Good thing I’m not human, then,” she says. “And I’m not quite that easy to kill."’

Lumine is not overly concerned with the fresh gash on her arm.
The Wanderer, on the other hand, is freaking out.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

when ur mom is the god of thunder so every storm brings back traumatic memories you thought you’d forgotten 400 years ago #relatable 🌧️ #scaralumi 🌧️ emotional hurt/comfort 🌧️ G-rated 🌧️ 1.5k words archiveofourown.org/works/43250992

you must know life to see decay, by leify

Summary:

‘She picks up the blanket behind him and flings it over his shoulders. His fingers curl instinctively into it, pulling it tighter around him despite himself.

He opens his mouth to speak when the sky is once again rent with blinding white, and thunder crashes like a gong — and he bites down hard on his tongue.’

A Wanderer, a storm, and a familiar, half-forgotten terror. At least, this time, he's not alone.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

i still think of this fic as the most representative of my work as a whole 🥹 we got the yearning! the otherness! messy people being messy! 🍺 #scaralumi 🍺 light angst 🍺 T-rated 🍺 4.3k words archiveofourown.org/works/42847071

be the blanket for my bones, by leify

Summary:

‘Scaramouche picks up his glass and holds it up to the light, staring at the amber rays that filter through. The shadow of his hat lifts off his face for a moment, letting his dark eyes catch the light. “If I’m a monster, then you’re a monster too, Outlander.”’

Two uncomfortably similar people find themselves on adjacent bar stools; or, an alien and a puppet walk into a bar.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

i wrote this fic in a frenzy even before doing the inversion of genesis archon quests bc scara’s redesign had me in a chokehold 😔 🧶 #scaralumi 🧶 tooth-rotting fluff 🧶 T-rated 🧶 2k words archiveofourown.org/works/42859140

wool to brave the seasons, by leify

Summary:

‘He hadn't realized she was making a scarf. Maybe because the lumpy, misshapen thing in Lumine’s hands does not look like a scarf. In fact, it doesn’t look like much of anything.’

Lumine makes Scaramouche a scarf—and he realizes that she may be brilliant, beautiful, and a hero in multiple nations, but she is absolutely horrible at knitting.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

on ao3 someone tagged this as “lore accurate childe bc he cannot talk to women” and honestly yeah that’s about right 🎇 #chilumi 🎇 fluff, light angst 🎇 T-rated 🎇 7k words archiveofourown.org/works/43614582

please save all your questions for the end, by leify

Summary:

‘Instead he blurts out, “Remember that time you asked who drank your dandelion wine and no one fessed up? It was me." And hey, that’s not the confession he was planning to make, but it’s a confession, so at least it’s something, right?’

Four times Childe confessed the wrong thing, and one time he confessed the right one.

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leify @leifyposting.bsky.social · 18/10/2024

hello bluesky chilumi nation how do we feel about food as a metaphor for love?? 🐳 #chilumi 🐳 fluff 🐳 T-rated 🐳 3.8k words archiveofourown.org/works/42207345

stars fading, but i linger on, by leify

Summary:

‘“Comrade, are you–” Childe starts, and then pauses, thinks better of it. What would he even ask? Are you okay? Are you feeling alright? None of it would elicit any response other than “I’m fine, thank you for asking”—because the Traveler is stubborn and allergic to asking for help, and he knows this from long experience. So instead he asks, “Are you hungry?”’

The inherent tension of cooking dinner with your rival; or, in which a traveller and a Harbinger share a meal, and absolutely nothing happens.

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