Genshin Impact Oneshots

Jean x Fem!Reader - Kitchen Hazard

A knock on your door pulled you away from the kitchen. You opened the door and smiled when you saw Jean on the other side. You pulled her into your home and kissed her on the lips.

Her hands rested on your hip and yours wrapped around her neck. "How was your day?" You asked your girlfriend.

"Busy..." Jean said, and you playfully glared at her.

"You're always busy, Jean."

Jean rolled her eyes, that's what everyone always says. "Actually, today I was able to take more breaks than usual. It felt really nice to get a breather here and there."

You pecked Jean on the cheek. "I'm so glad to hear you're not working yourself into the ground. I have everything prepared in the kitchen for a nice dinner as well, are you hungry?"

Jean nodded. "I'm starving."

You led Jean to the kitchen as she recounted the things she did today. "After doing patrol with some of the Knights, I joined one of their training sessions. I have a good feeling about this new group of recruits, they're showing excellent potential."

You squeezed Jean's hand. "That's wonderful, more strong and dedicated knights to protect our wonderful city. And maybe with more capable knights it means you can take more breaks?" You suggested.

Jean chuckled at your less than subtle hint. "I'll see what I can do, love."

You smiled at your girlfriend. Although Jean was in love with her work, you knew she would absolutely try to delegate more of her work so that she could spend more time with you.

You two arrived in the kitchen where you had all the ingredients set out on the counter. Tonight you and Jean had decided to cook a nice meal together and bake a wonderful dessert for after. You decided to keep things simple and prepare something that you both like.

You had a bowl of mushrooms, green peppers, shredded cheese and a nice creamy garlic and cheese sauce sitting on the counter. Beside it was a large metal bowl that held the pizza dough.

"My, my, are we cooking what I think we're cooking?" Asked Jean with excitement in her voice.

"Only if you're thinking of mushroom pizza." You wink over your shoulder.

Jean chuckled and walked up to join you at the counter. You separated the dough and gave half to Jean. You two loved mushroom pizzas so much that you could finish one whole pizza yourself. Anytime ya'll made this delicious dish together, you always made sure there was enough for two pizzas.

Sitting on the side of your pizza station, you had the ingredients for a lovely apple caramel tart. You two worked quickly and efficiently to get your pizzas in the oven. While the pizzas were baking, you pulled the dessert ingredients closer to you two.

"Ooo, what are we baking, love?" Asked Jean as her eyes glided over the carefully measured ingredients.

"I found this really nice recipe for an apple caramel tart that I think we should try. How does that sound?" You ask.

"That sounds heavenly." Jean replied.

You pulled out a cutting board and a bowl of washed apples. You placed one on the cutting board to cut into slices when Jean grasped your hands and gently removed the knife from you. You pouted like a child when Jean nudged you aside and she began cutting the apples herself.

For as long as you could remember, Jean had always refused to let you do the cutting because she didn't want you to hurt yourself. Although you always rolled your eyes at her, you found it cute that she was being so protective. While Jean was slicing the apples, you went about grabbing the flour and the eggs.

"I just hope this dessert turns out better than the last." Jean snickered. You turned your head sharply and gasped at her.

"You promised you wouldn't bring that up again!" You whined. Jean threw her head back and laughed joyously at your expense. You glared at her, it wasn't your fault the dessert had nearly burnt your apartment down! If they really knew what happened then they'd know that Jean was the one that distracted you so neither of you heard the timer for the cake going on. The cake ended up staying in the oven for 30 minutes over it's intended cooking time. You didn't realize what was going on until you saw smoke drifting into your bedroom and the screeching of the fire alarm.

Since then you made it a rule that there would be no touching policy when the two of you cooked. Jean laughed at you when you suggested that but she quickly learned that you were serious about your words.

"I still can't believe that you really won't let me hold you when you cook." Jean grumbled.

"It's safer this way, Jean!" You exclaimed.

Jean rolled her eyes. She reached for the flour and reached her hand into the bag. She grabbed a handful of the ingredient and she had the audacity to throw it at you!

You gasped in disbelief. "Jean!" You exclaimed.

Jean laughed hysterically. The flour stuck to your hair and face, giving you a ghostly complexion. Jean was hunched over the counter laughing her lungs out. You were annoyed so in retaliation you grabbed an egg and swiftly cracked it over her head.

Jean's laughter immediately stopped as she gapped at you. You laugh behind your hand when you see the egg drip down her face. You screeched when Jean lunged for you. She put you in a headlock and dragged you towards the counter. She grabbed the carton of cream and slowly poured it over your head. You shriek as the cold liquid hits your head.

"Jean! Stop it!" You whined. You had no choice but to beg because Jean simply overpowered you.

"Please, Jean! Anything you want, just please stop! We're making a mess and the pizza will burn if we're not careful!"

"Anything?" Jean asked with a smirk. She now had a bag of powdered sugar poised over your head. You internally panicked at the idea of the cream mixing with the flour and sugar. It would create such an ugly mess for you to wash out later from your poor hair.

"Yes, yes! Anything! Name your price!" You exclaimed.

You gasped when you were suddenly released from the headlock. You felt relief run through your body when Jean set the powdered sugar down. But your relief was short lived when she lifted you onto the counter and she caged you between her arms. You looked at her devilish smirk with apprehension.

"You have to let me hold you and touch you again when we're cooking." You frowned at Jean, of course that'd be her price.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Jean! We already talked about this, that is so dangerous!"

Jean rolled her eyes. "I promise I won't get carried away like last time." She said, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you closer to her body.

Despite being covered in egg, flour, and cream, Jean's intoxicating scent assaulted your nose.

"That's my price, love. Do you accept...or?" Jean's hand found the powdered sugar again. Your eyes went wide and you frantically shook your head. "I agree, I agree! Just, please put the sugar down, it's going to be such a pain to wash my hair!"

Jean chuckled but obliged. She stepped away from you to turn off the oven before making her way back to you. You screeched when Jean suddenly threw you over her shoulder.

"Jean! What are you doing!?"

Jean tsked and slapped your butt much to your dismay.

"Owww! What was that for?"

"We, my love, are going to shower then we're going to eat our delicious pizzas and cuddle for the rest of the night."

You blush. "S-shower...together?" You whispered?

You yelped when Jean landed another sharp slap to your bottom. "You're in for a fun night, love."

Oh boy...