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𪽠. . . welcome to my sfw genshin blog! all my work is gender-neutral, i try my best to make the reader a blank slate but donât hesitate to give me advice on how to make it more immersive. âĄ
now that the snezhnaya trailer has been released letâs get some things out the way:
1. Russians are NOT slavic and have no relation to slavs.
technically only âethnicâ russians are labelled as slavics/slavs, but russia is a massive multi cultural and multiethnic country that has vastly more diversity than they want to admit.
2. Russia is barely Eastern European and should not be used to generalise EE cultures and identities
Russia is âEurasianâ, itâs a core part of their identity culturally, and frankly I think itâs insulting to their massive asian population to completely erase this fact to make them seem more mono ethnic
3. Calling any references to real cultures in Snezhnaya âRussianâ is directly colonialist
If you donât bother to do the research, you donât get to decide what culture it belongs to. Especially not when Russians have spent decades occupying, murdering, and stealing from Eastern Europeans.
4. Snezhnaya is based off more than just russia
A lot of NPCs from Snezhnaya have links to Polish, Slovakian, and even Ukrainian roots (and famous figures). Letâs not pretend like the nation that has the Italian commedia dell'arte as a military operation is suddenly only inspired by a single country.
Not accepting any form of criticism or argument from anyone that isnât slavic/eastern european, sorry guys!!
â ę˛ ` notes . . . why does every hoyo game suck nowadays and why am i subjected to this hyperfixation (says while choking myself) anyways do we prefer the long or short drabbles chat i need some data đŤľ
you (nature, technically) had the perfect mood set up. a night lit only by the stars and the faint yellow wash of candles, a gentle pattering of rain on the blurry windows, and an overall gloom shredding over teyvat. summer storms were honestly a rather fond delight with the intense sunshine parading through the warmer weeks.
your lover waits for you in bed, probably handling important documents or reading over a book of some sort. you, on the more devilish hand, were feeling mischievous. because why would you waste an opportunity to turn a calm evening meant for a cuddle under sheets, into a dramatic scandal?
quietly turning the knob to your bedroom door, heart subtly rabbiting against your ribs, you take a big gulp of air as you face your lover. [char] smiles, but you hollow the giddiness in your expression with a firm glance away.
faking a tremble in your hand, you place it over your heart, voice forcibly more gruff than usual. â[char]âŚi want to come clean,â that alone catches their breath, âi am no longer in love with you, i am seeming someone else.â
R. DILUC â âš . Ý⥠Ë
HOW DOES HE REACT ( ˜°ă °) !!
ironically, the air chills. your hair stands on end at not the sudden quiet that emerges, but the way diluc refuses to look at you. you are his light. his eyes search for yours restlessly in every crowded room. the thought of granting you such a vulnerable privilege makes his stomach churn.
âalright, i understand.â diluc closes the book in his lap. swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his posture stiff and unsure of whether to stand and face you, or to fall back and cross his arms. âi amâŚdisheartened to hear that. though, you should have mentioned this before you begun to search for another, your haste to leave isâŚnoted.â
letting out a rough huff, he drags a suddenly trembly hand through his flame-bright hair. âi will leave you to rest alone tonight, i donât want you uncomfortable with my presence. rest well.â because he certainly wouldnât be.
DOES HE FORGIVE YOU? (âĽďšâĽ)
eventually.
depends on when you drop the act, honestly. if you let him sleep with the thought of you in the arms of another, he would be angry for months. he is not afraid to hold grudges, heâs held one against kaeya for years, you think he wonât put you under the same scrutiny for pulling something so cruel?
however, if you drag him back right before he can throw on his coat and sleep on the couch? he may be convinced to put you at arms length for less than a week. he loves you, he truly does. but playing around with something so sincere to him as your mutual love and respect is bordering the line of abandonment for him, and he is too afraid to test the strength of that rope again.
TARTAGLIA â âš . Ý⥠Ë
HOW DOES HE REACT ( ˜°ă °) !!
ajax is utterly, and completely, aghast. YOU? daring to love someone other than HIM? even his babcia has better grace in avoiding the question of; who the favourite grandchild is, while sneaking him pierogi beneath the table! you are BEYOND shameless!
truly, he is genuinely hurt. the fact heâs giving you a sharp glare, and an awfully long head shake says enough.
âwow, okay. not what iâŚexpected on such a cozy night. you really couldnât have picked out a better time to say all this, huh?â his laugh sounded more empty than teasing. âiâllâŚwell, i donât actually know what to say to that, or if i should even console you.â
the silence lingers for a while, before he ultimately gets up and decides to pace. âiâll definitely be taking back my momâs barszcz (borscht) recipe, you canât go trading off family secrets to someone else.â heâs unsure of what to do with his hands as his wandering around the room leads him to stand right in front of you. heâd grovel if he didnât know you pretty well by now.
âoh, and iâm definitely taking all the kids in the divorce.â
DOES HE FORGIVE YOU? (âĽďšâĽ)
he found out pretty early into your little show that it was all a prank. you had your tells, and he would be embarrassed to not be able to spot at least one. however, just because he found out pretty early, doesnât mean he will forgive you that easily.
he expects the full princess treatment.
he was quite hurt at one point! itâs one thing to say you donât love him anymore, because hey, heâs got anecdotal evidence from last night that says otherwise, but to include that you went on to find someone ELSE? it nipped at his pride just the slightest. he wouldnât admit that aloud, obviously. whatâs he got to be jealous over anyway? you canât find anyone crazier than him, both romantically and murderously!
thatâs the beauty of his life! to coat you in kisses while his bloodstained palms cradle you! no he isnât absolutely glaring at the short little mondstadt brat whoâs taken an interest in youâbut you do promise that heâs your favorite sparring buddy right? you wonât trade him off for anyone else? youâll come home to cuddle and patch HIS wounds at the end of the day?
yes, he forgives youâbut how much he nags you about your companions and competes with his own flattened ego isnât much of an upgrade from what his resentment couldâve been.
NINGGUANG â âš . Ý⥠Ë
HOW DOES SHE REACT ( ˜°ă °) !!
she gives you a serious glance up and down. the countless of papers in her skilled fingers now filtering through her hands a little slower. she licks the edge of her thumb to tuck between two pages of a document, and laughs. âno you are not. lay down.â she even has the humble heart to pat the spot next to her as if you hadnât said anything at all.
when you stood your ground, a little agitated at her inability to play with your theatrics, she squeezes your nose bridge between her thumb and forefinger and drags toy to her eye level.
âno one in liyue is quite so ill-willed as to steal you from my hands. you will sit, apologise, and turn to go to bed.â she says it like sheâs simply reciting a report, and not scolding you for being unashamedly bratty. âtrust me, dear. you cannot pay for the luxury of my jealousy with something so benign.â
DOES SHE FORGIVE YOU? (âĽďšâĽ)
she does, but not graciously. she treats every one of your attempts at gaining her attention as a transaction. relay some information to her, you might be met with some proper eye contact. if you pass her a document, she may be kind as to let her hand drift past yours.
she may have forgotten your kiss that morning. she swears itâs not intentional, but with the way she grins at your whining you can tell she isnât really attempting hide her distaste at your antics, as much as she is trying to match your ludicrosity with shenanigans of her own.
ningguang claims this is a âplay stupid games, win stupid prizesâ situation, but sheâs quite enjoying seeing you squirm so desperately.
FURINA â âš . Ý⥠Ë
HOW DOES SHE REACT ( ˜°ă °) !!
âWHAT!?â
first, sheâs pissed at the first you interrupted an important crescendo in the vinyl records she was starting to hum along to, and second sheâs pissed THATâS what you decided to disturb her about!
furina doesnât go outside enough to even pinpoint who in the world mightâve stolen your heart. there are plenty of eligible bachelors out that there would surely be pleased to have you. the entire idea makes her insides twist into knots, a ghoulish green darkens over her forehead, beads of sweat pricking her skin.
âhold on,â furina sucks in a huge breath, probably to swallow down a cry, shaking her hands out in denial, âarenât you supposed to keep this sort of thing hidden? like a secret mistress that your first lover canât find about because it disturbs both sides of the family that tried to keep you two together becauseââ sheâs rambling now. she knows it.
usually she would knock it off by any inkling of word vomit. keeps up the mystique and performance, she says. but panic overrides shame. better to distract herself from something so horrifically real, than to engage and realise that she will forever be a replacement for something greater.
DOES SHE FORGIVE YOU? (âĽďšâĽ)
NO!
yes, over time. she shouldâve known by now that you were being a mere lousy comedian. this is how your relationship started in the first place. she was a fool to trust the mad words of a jester clown dressed in her loverâs robes. you can absolutely compensate by supplying her with desserts, but if you dare bring her something from a bakery instead of making it yourself, she will absolutely sulk.
the audacity to put her through utter turmoil as if itâs a stage show, and then buy her something prepackaged instead of made with love!! next time, sheâll be setting the house on fire, see how you enjoy a dramatic spectacle then.
WRIOTHESLEY â âš . Ý⥠Ë
HOW DOES HE REACT ( ˜°ă °) !!
wriothesley quirks a brow. his toned muscles flexing with an unnerving tension. fingers gently skimming over his ring. âis that right?â he nods, dragging a firm hand over the obvious grin peeling through his huffy disappointment. dragging you close with one arm around your waist, he stares up at you. face all smug and complaisant. âi wonder who in the fortress fit your fancy. youâve got pretty high standards, after all. must be a real catch.â
âtoo bad,â he chuckles, a sudden click on your wrist draws your attention. a sterling silver, one not too different from your wedding band, chains itself to both your wrists. âyouâre stuck with me, darling.â
DOES HE FORGIVE YOU? (âĽďšâĽ)
he doesnât care. call it cockiness, ego, or mere trust, but he knows your tomfoolery off by heart now. however, he knows that if he was still green in your relationship, this wouldâve genuinely scarred him in some way. maybe not in a lifelong traumatic experience way, but in the way that it carves a certain part of your heart and fills with an ominous expectation for the worst.
heâs secure now, he knows it. or at least hopes thatâs the case. that âwhat if it was realâ factor definitely kept him up for a night or two. if you catch him staring at his ring finger a little more often, or keeping a tighter arm around your waist during greetings, donât mention it.
NEFER â âš . Ý⥠Ë
HOW DOES SHE REACT ( ˜°ă °) !!
nefer has never been amused by your antics. she will scoff or laugh, sometimes maybe join you before flicking at your forehead in gentle reprimand. but she never takes you seriously. even less so, when the subject of your comedy comes to a poorly thought out cheating scandal.
âyou donât leave the house enough to meet someone in nod krai, someone who i donât know no less, who would be willing to deal with your mischief,â she snickers, leaning back against her arm chair to prop her chin up on her palm, eyes narrowing with an awfully mirthful scrutiny, âlet alone someone from another nation.â
when you stumble with your words, she shakes her head. âbesides, if you were disloyal, i would be the first to knowâand the first to bury you.â
you canât exactly tell if that was meant to be a joke or notâŚ
DOES SHE FORGIVE YOU? (âĽďšâĽ)
if thereâs no evidence for it, or a whisper of a scandal even in something so painfully biased and boring as the papers, she does not believe you. honestly, you should be apologising for that pitiable performance you put on, and for the fact you thought she would truly fall for it. donât offend her intelligence.
LOHEN â âš . Ý⥠Ë
HOW DOES HE REACT ( ˜°ă °) !!
well, he was deep in coating his dagger with an inky cyanide concoction, so youâre lucky heâs learned the sound of your footsteps from all your countless attempts at sneaking behind him, otherwise who knows where that silver wouldâve ended up.
heâs startled, but not because he believes you, because heâs surprised you have the audacity to be so forward.
âthis is low for you, but iâm probably worse for enjoying it.â he chuckles, putting the lacerated knife-edge through your dresser, accompanying several, scathing marks in the wood from previous attempts. lifting you up just slightly off the floor, his arms beneath your thighs to keep you close, lohenâs sharp grin presses against your stomach.
âis it captain eula? sheâs grown into a fine knight in her own right, but youâd probably get bored of her quiet real quick. iâd say diluc, heâs got the charisma for it, but you donât like them too sweet and simple, do you?â he sets you down, forcing you to stare directly into his intense gaze with a small flick of his finger beneath your chin. âor is it master varka thatâs caught your attention? i shouldâve known to sneak more kuuvahki plants in his dandelion wineâŚâ
yeah, now heâs just listing off people he wants to fight. hey, maybe if you get close to them with some flirting heâd be able to!
DOES HE FORGIVE YOU? (âĽďšâĽ)
yeah of course. he wonât lie, the entire ordeal made him feel oddly giddy. heâs a masochist and sadist all in one, and when youâre involved with the indulgence of subtle torture? it makes his heart race. he doesnât really know why you decided to do something like this, or where it came from, but it was awfully enjoyable.
truly, he should be thanking you for letting him find things out about himself so shamelessly. next time, try to make it more realistic by seducing an actual knight instead of acting the pitiable spouse, itâs much more enjoyable seeing you squirm then.
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how do i get my miis to STOP falling in love with seele??? first it was castorice after ONE interaction, and the it was aglaea after they bumped into each other đŤŠ
i understood we had a literacy crisis in this generation when people started calling flins a flirtatious whore because heâs polite to people and teases them sometimes
i wonât be writing for nicole at all, please donât ask me about her :( sheâs the first canonically aromantic character in a hoyo game and i donât want to take that away
How come you have a problem with infold/lads but openly support/write for genshin? The Genshin fandom has a long running history of being problematic due to sexualization of minor characters as well as just being generally male-centered/appealing to the sweaty "waifu-lovers"
On the point of lads fandom bullying a creator, lets not forget the cat k*lling spree that happened after the wanderer release.
This is not meant to be rude in any way, it's mostly just plain curiosity, i dont support infold but it came as a bit of a doublestandard in my opinion.
i donât support hoyoverse as a company nor the choices that they make, iâm also not a part of the people who actively sexualise literal children and refuse to address itâiâve been a constant critic of the game ever since it came out (have made several unashamed posts about it). the types of people willing to be evil and malicious arenât interacting with my content, since a lot of these people are vile male players whoâs only form of social interaction comes from gacha games.
majority of the l+ds fandom is filled with women, specifically women who engage in fanfiction. i donât feel comfortable having people who actively support and promote incest and misogyny interacting with my work. the same can be applied to any and all fandoms and games, but iâve literally never had a positive interaction with this fandom, so itâs where i draw the line.
booo idgaf rerir sucks so bad. hyv did an excellent job writing an irredeemable sack of shit villain by just making him a n*zi israeli who murders children. i appreciate just how far they went w it but trying to baby and coddle him by saying he has a sad backstory pissed me off so bad. he wasnât just a innocent civilian carrying out the kings orders girl FUCK HIM!!! tholindis too bitch i canât stand ur erika kirk ass
um so i like lads but i also love genshin âšď¸ and iâm not part of that weird ahh fandom i just enjoy the game but not to an extent, do you still hate me? am i not allowed to interact with your content? TT
if youâre not that part of the fandom then no i donât mind, i just put a hard cross to anyone who actively supports infold and refuses to take criticism for the game đ
I donât play love and deepspace or know anything abt it at all tbh so im curious, why you dislike it/the fandom so much?
despite it being made for women the fandom is so horribly misogynistic they straight up bullied one of my fave creators from playing it because she âswitched her biasâ đ theyâre deeply homophobic and nasty that the company changed one of the trailers for the card because it had the MC holding one of the male interests. also thereâs really gross ass âpseudoâ incest with one of the love interests that the fans glaze like youâre somehow wrong for being uncomfortable by it.
basically, l&ds is the hazbin hotel of otomes and i sincerely donât want people like that getting any joy from my content
canât believe i have to say this but for the love of god do not interact with my content or DM me if you like love and deepspace!! i am not comfortable with you people đ
â ę˛ ` notes . . . merry early christmas and happy new year âĄâĄâĄ i finally found these damn headcanons after clearing out my fucking notes so enjoy đ
LUMINE â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: very competitive secret santa.
as per request of lumine herself, you two were spending your beloved holidays in the wonderful city of mondstadt. this year, the knights of favonius had planned out a very inclusive game of secret santa in order to bring the people of the wind even closer together, and, being closely associated with the knights of favonius you and lumine were allowed to pick out your person first (totally not because somebody rigged it, nope).
lumine starts having a sudden ambitious urge as she stares at the note in her hand: the note with your pretty name on it. her instant thought as to reading your name was, âi HAVE to get them the most extraordinary gift.â for what reason exactly? to swoon you of course!
being an outstanding and well renowned traveler certainly has its perks, and lumine was ready to (positively) exploit a majority of them. from mondstadt to liyue, inazuma and even sumeruâan abundance of people, including archons mind you, were happy to oblige to the illustrious travelers request. yet, the âextraordinaryâ gift she yearned for was still missing.
mondstadt was brimming with festive cheer. snowflakes littered the once sunny-scape of a city with an icy gloss. the streets were crowded, each person exchanging a gift and a smile; it was a type of homely magic that could only be found in mondstadt. the best part of the holidays, however, was finally seeing your beloved for longer than a single tea break, but as of a couple hours now you couldnât quite find her.
âhey, [name]!â you hear a husky and resonant voice boom in your ears. you swiftly turn around to see the calvary captain himself stride over to you with his signature grin.
you could only look at him quizzically, âand what business does the calvary captain hold with me?â
âwell, iâve been sent by a certain someoneâs lover to guide you to a particular place, if you will?â you rolled your eyes at his dramatics and asked him to lead the way. what could lumine have planned that sheâd have to ask for the help of that rascal kaeyaâŚ
ah.
you couldnât help but let out a very audible giggle. lumine was staring at you with a quite prominent blush covering her face and ears, her entire body covered with colourful wrapping paper. âand what do we have here, hmm?â you silently trudge past the light chuckles of the knights of favonius towards your beloved.
âwell, since you were my person for secret santa, i thought of getting you the most extraordinary gift,â she sighed âand i couldnât think of anything that would portray my intentions perfectlyâŚâ you caressed her face with a laugh and a gentle kiss.
âbut then i thought: whatâs more extraordinary than a lover from the stars?â
yes, she did get you an actual giftâbut this was much funnier.
AETHER â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: cooking a christmas dinner.
the sweet aroma of herbs, spices and various steaming vegetables (as well as a few fruits left out on the counter) filled your bright kitchen with a wonderful scent of festivities in the making. the array of specialties from several nations led to piles of dishes that you were going to be most likely cleaning with your tears later.
you heard the sizzling of the pan in the background as you prepared the delicious honey glaze adding the perfect ratio of: maple syrup, brown sugar and soy sauce to the pot. usually, cooking with other people in the kitchen is an irritating hassle, but aether manages to make the process so much more enjoyable: especially when you both begin to act like an old married couple absentmindedly.
â[name], could you pass me some of the red wine for the gravy?â aether gently calls out, lightly turning his head to look in your direction. mostly to catch a glimpse of your face after an hour of staring at steaming swirls in a pot.
ââcourse, dear, here you go.â you hand the wine over to him with a smile, he kisses you on your cheek as thanks.
you proceed to return to your area of work, adding rosemary, coriander, some thyme here and sprinkling paprika, garam masala, crushed garlicâbasically whatever would inevitably lead to morning bloating and way too many extra portions. with every dish you both prepared, the room smelt even more remarkable, so much so, that the abundant scent of christmas cheer was seeping through your open windows.
why are your windows open mid-winter? well, its your teapot so the harsh frost of reality cannot bite you (yet...).
after what certainly felt like endless hours, aether had snapped you out of your cooking daze, âhey, love, come try this!â wiping your hands on your apron you rushed over to his side. a premature bite of a festive feast was something only a food could resist.
âhere, open wide.âhe hovered a crumbly cookie over his right hand, gently gesturing it towards you. taking a messy bite, your head filled with a twinkle of bright stars. the sweet chocolate chips melting in your mouth. âmmmtheyre rherry goud!â (translation: theyâre really good).
âhaha, slow down, love, youâve gotten crumbs all over your mouth.â he gently swipes his thumbs across your lips, staring directly in your eyes for a good couple seconds before getting embarrassed and looking away in panic.
âyou alright there, sunshine?â you ask teasingly. he huffs in frustration.
laughing to yourself quietly, you slowly push him closer to you by the waist. turning his head to look at you with a swipe of a hand beneath his chin. âwhy are you getting all embarrassed for, hm?â you purposefully lower your voice. unfortunately, you get no answer in returnâwell, expect for a bright and vivid blush that quickly spread from his face to his ears.
âcâmere, darling.â you pull him close to get easier access to his face; even with aether trying to protest in his flustered state, he couldnât ever disallow you to drown him in affections. therefore, every kiss that he got from your pretty lips he cherished eagerly with a kiss of his own.
the best treat for aetherâs christmas was you. (please take that in whatever way you wish LOL).
VENTI â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: gift opening drinking game.
to indulge in this years christmas joy, you and venti decided to come up with a small drinking game that festively included gift openingâlisten itâs NOT a holiday with venti if thereâs not at least a little bit of drunken shenanigans happening. he loves you, but liquor still comes at least a close second.
the way the game worked was: you both make a list of five things you want as a present, then during the morning of christmas, youâd take turns opening said giftsâhowever, youâd have to guess what the gift is, and, if you get it wrong you take a sip of alcohol. (if you canât have alcohol you just drink something you donât likeâitâs supposed to be a punishment after all.)
on the morning of christmas, the fire was ablaze in the hearth. the lights of the christmas tree reflecting bright colourful lights all over the room, the fractals helping you clearly see your perfectly serene fiancĂŠ already opening a bottle of wine.
âventiii, itâs only morninâ...â you walked down the stairs in your fuzzy state with a yawn, wiping the sleep out of your eyes absentmindedly.
venti only giggles and smiles at you, âehehe, my love, it being morning is precisely why iâm drinking!â he entraps you in a hug, sighing contently as he does so. âmm, windblume can we start with the present opening now?â you obviously know why heâs asking, but itâs impossible to reject someone who was now leeching warmth off you with that infuriatingly sweet smile.
you sat near the fire cross-legged, the lights from the tree illuminating you both in colour. âwell, my precious windblume, why donât you start first?â he closed-eyes smiles at you in humble anticipation. you graciously oblige, starting with the gift closest to the tree.
seemingly hours of drunken laughter passed you by in a daze, with you both successfully guessing some of the gifts and having to drink for wrong answers (venti may have gotten it wrong on purpose at times). despite your tipsy mind, you could decipher the tinge of mischief that displayed itself on ventiâs gorgeous yet deceitful face.
âhey, windblume, you forgot my last gift.â he feigns a hurt expression, staring at you in playful disbelief.
you roll your eyes. âoh really now? iâm pretty sure i got everything, dear.â
venti letâs out a drunken giggle, slipping you the old paper he had given you with his wish-list. and there it was, in cute, pink, frilly writing: â6. your heart âŞ(Â´Îľď˝ )â . heaving out a sigh you cross your arms at him, âwhatâs the point in wishing for something thatâs already yours?â
you werenât sure if it was just the alcohol or venti being flustered, but his face had grown the prettiest shade of red youâve ever seen. he coos at you, âaaah i didnât know my love could be such a smooth romantic~â
âwell, since you already own my heart is there anything else youâd like?â you ask, pulling him in close to you.
âhaha, kisses from your pretty lips shall suffice more than thoroughly, my love.â
venti undoubtedly would make sure you knew you owned his heart as well.
ALBEDO â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: decorating the christmas tree
after a few minutes of careful negotiating, you had convinced albedo to come join you and klee with decorating your christmas tree. while you wouldâve loved to do so in dragonspine, because who would pass up the opportunity to spruce up that snowfall den, the drastically decreasing temperature in mondstadt had left the snowy mountains in a flurry of rage, ones you werenât ready for. plus settling down at home is much more fitting for the holiday, no?
so here you are, covered in tangled christmas lights with a reindeer headband on your hair (provided by albedo himself) as albedo holds up klee in one of his arms to help her reach the highest points of the verdant branches springing off the leaning bark of your tree. it was the first time youâve seen albedo so concentrated on something so childishly simple. but honestly, without albedoâs artistic critiques you were sure the tree wouldâve become a wreck.
as you stared at him helplessly, he blurts out: âplease, donât put the same coloured bulbs so close together--â albedo picks up a bulb with a sigh and places it elsewhere âand donât put them in sequence either.â
you laugh at his subtle frustration and he playful glares at you, âdo you find my artistic suffering amusing, love?â you cheekily smile at him, getting up to kiss him on the cheek.
âklee wants one as well!â klee cheered, gesturing her tiny hand towards her own cheek. you and albedo both laugh simultaneously, proceeding to smooch kleeâs chubby cheeks, her adorable giggles bouncing off the walls.
as you both pulled away, catching each others eyes in a heartwarming gaze, albedo grins. he quickly, but gently enough, switched klee so sheâs sitting on his other arm and whispers something in her ear, causing her to close her eyes with a light laugh. you tilt your head to the side in confusion, before albedo uses the tangled lights that entrapped you to pull you closer. it only takes a second before your lips are more intertwined than the red-green lights flickering on your skin.
the kiss lasts for a short while, but the tingly feeling in your stomach certainly lingers. thereâs an awkwardness in the air that settles as you two pull away and you both just see kleeâs bright eyes staring at you in that bug-eyed wonder.
âcan we continue with the tree now? (･ｼĎｼ･)â she asks almost too politely, albedo only chuckles and nods, yet before leaving you to your own devices he sneaked in one last quick kiss to your forehead. klee catches that one too.
TARTAGLIA â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: ice skating.
âajax, no, thereâs absolutely no way.â you held onto yourself in fright, staring out at the vast horizon of ice that displayed itself before you.
âcome on, kochanie! it wonât be as bad as you think it is, iâll be holding onto you the entire time too thereâs absolutely nothing to worry about.âhis attempts to comfort you were sweet yet completely futile.
âiâm going to fall and then iâm going to blame my cold wet ass on you.â
âhoney, i promise you, you wonât fall, just take my hand! iâve done this with my siblings countless of times, and look, theyâre all fine arenât they?â
you sigh in defeat, gripping onto his reached out hand in pure fear, the rush of adrenalin silencing your ears. stepping onto the ice, tartaglia quickly pulls you into his warm chest, which helped soothe the anxious ache in your stomach for a good minute. âsee? nothing to worry about, my love.â he whispers, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
tartaglia helps you adjust so that youâre able to move around but are in arms distance of him, so, if at any moment you catch yourself slipping, youâre able to latch onto him no problem. or take him down with you, that also works. he begins softly telling you instructions, awkwardly guiding your duck walk with great patience to ensure your comfort.
as he was explaining how to easily slow down or speed up using your skates, he noticed your grip tighten on his hands in slight discomfort. âhey now, donât overthink it okay? youâre doing great.â he tries to ease the anxiety by rubbing small circles onto the back of your hand with his thumb, giving you a firm, reassuring smile which you couldnât help but return.
in passing time you got quite a good hand on how to confidently control yourself on ice. being able to have short and sudden races with your overexcited and proud fiancĂŠ. he skates over to you with a shining smile adorning his face, âi told you youâd be fine!â he swipes his thumb across your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss directly on your soft lips without hesitation.
it would be complete ignorance to suggest you didnât get a little out of hand. his warm arms around your waist, bodies completely melting together with a forced proximity from the slippery skates leaning your body forward, the way his tongue felt warm against yoursâit made your head woozy. hands gripping at his mess of ginger hair to drag him back down for another kiss. then anotherâand another. tartagliaâs hand twitched against your back.
â[name]âŚâ he panted lazily, having to close his eyes purely to not get tempted to chase your lips again. âdonât do this right here, iâm supposed to be a very patient teacher! not a patient lover!â
while you were hazily entrapped in the moment, enjoying the heat that radiated from tartaglia, the subtle yelling of his siblings drew nearer. before you allowed yourself to steal another kiss from your beloved, you got interrupted by a cute yet surprising holler, âbabcia asked if you guys wanted rosoĹ!â
SCARAMOUCHE â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: drinking hot chocolate.
scara was insistent on not needing to wear his coat: or his scarf, or hat, or gloves. okay, you could understand the phrase âa hoe never gets coldâ but please, the degrees were in MINUSES. no, it did not register that he was a puppet incapable of feeling heat. such a fact did not matter when you used to put sweaters on your dolls out of pity for them during winter.
âiâm fine.â he reiterates once more, this time with icy annoyance filtering into his tone.
âyouâre making ME feel cold just by looking at you!â
âthen stop looking at me, simple.â
ânow, come onâyou know i cant do that.â you tease him with a kiss to his cheek, scara can only turn away in embarrassment at your sudden affection. âwhy do you insist on being outside anyways? we could so easily be cuddling near a fire with hot chocolate in our handsâŚâ
in truth, he wanted to take you out on a cute little date. but due to unforeseen circumstances (scara forgot the weather gets bitterly cold during december) you two were instead standing amidst the snow, holding hands while you shivered with every passing minute. scara let out a deep sigh, a frosty hoard of air emitting from his pretty lips (it was yours), âfine. letâs just go home. this was a waste of time.â
you pinch his cheek to garner his attention, âany time spent with you is worthy to me, love.â he can only roll his eyes. but you can feel his grip go tighter. while the journey home was unsurprisingly quiet, you could certainly feel that scara was anticipating the domestics the afternoon held.
without the judging and pestering eyes of pedestrians, scara behaved like an entirely different person: his public and social personality is volatile and cunning, only deadly poison spilling from his tongue. his private attitude, more so his behaviour towards you, is much more bitterly reserved. thereâs still that hint of sarcasm, he canât simply let that go, but thereâs a hint of something beneath the frost. something that, when scraped by a familiar touch, makes him melt into a minty sweetness.
âhereâs your hot chocolate, filled with extra love just for your grumpy ass.âscara responds with a subtle smile and a complimentary eye roll before flattening out a space next to him for you. âwhat a great boyfriend you are, huh?âyou coo. normally heâd give you an annoyed nudge or a pissed off insultâbut this time, he merely wrapped a snug arm around your waist. you lean into his chest, letting out a content hum. scara remains utterly silent, taking small sips from his steaming cup.
his face slowly shifts into that soft look you so adored. he leans over to press a tender kiss on the top of your head, something he attempts to hide with a jerk of his head to the side. you giggle quietly. âi love you.âhe mutters against the mug, words muffled by the steam.
âi love you too, dear.â a soft smile invades scaraâs static features, but for once, he allows it to happen.
NILOU â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: writing to santa clause.
a choir of giggles crescendoed in the grand bazaar , this came as absolutely no surprise to the employees of zubayr theatre who witnessed this increasing festive cheer every day leading to the special holiday. the theatre, specifically nilou herself, reserved a special area of the marketplace to allow children to write letters to santa (or i guess, teyvatâs version of him..?).
you observed each vendor and stall with delight, all the while, unbeknownst to you, nilou was desperately glancing around the hoards of people to at least catch a glimpse of youâand that she did! as you were carefully examining some decorations at a nearby vendor, you heard a polite sing-song voice call out your name, turning around swiftly to see your pretty beloved running towards you with her arms out.
â[name]! youâre here!!â she engulfs you in a warm embrace, leaving you with very little room to breathe. you pat her on the shoulder in a way to signify your need for air. she giggles and rather reluctantly lets you go, âsorry sorry haha, iâm just so happy youâre here! come with me, iâm supervising the children who are writing letters to santa, you should totally join!â she, as gently as she could with her bubbling excitement, drags you out of the crowd and towards the bundle of energetic kids that covered the decorated floor.
âmiss nilou, can you read my letter please?â a young boy held up a piece of paper with a bunch of illegible yet endearing scribbles. nilou gave out a sweet laugh, a beloved melody of yours, and ruffled the boys hair, âi heard that if you let another person read your letter, it wonât reach santa, so keep this hidden, alright?â she winked with a kindhearted smile, the child nodded vigorously and left to play along with the rest of his friends.
âthatâs quite a nonsensical rule.â you laugh, nilou chuckles along with you before replying, âi unfortunately donât make the wish-making rules! (^_â)âââ she hooks your arms together to take you towards a surprisingly quiet table, it had scattered cards, paper, colorful pens, and a few sets of sticker sheets strewn acrossâ perfect for the occasion.
as you sat down, you couldnât help but smile at how cheery one person could get over such a simple childish traditionâit was truly endearing. to find joy in something so fruitless and seemingly dumb? it was a type of whimsy most could only dream of. nilou burst you out of your lovesick daydreaming with a polite and sudden kiss, âstuck on what to write, darling?â she lovingly stares at you with her head jutted on her palm.
you shake your head and proceed to cover your paper out of her view, leaving nilou rather bemused. not such a stupid rule now, was it? taking a brightly visible pen, in bold and cursive letters you write âdear santa, all i want for christmas is for nilou and i to be happy.â is it absolutely cheesy and wholeheartedly cringe? yes, but that was the exact wholesomeness that nilou loved.
âiâm done with writing my letter.â you tease her by waving the blank side of it in her field of vision. â
âyouâre so mean sometimes, darling.â she laughs, leaning to kiss the tip of your nose. âusing my own rules against me? thatâs an unbelievable type of torture!â
jumping up from her seat, nilou proceeds to snap her fingers toward the flapping paper. beaming with utter bliss. âif santa canât fulfil your wish when i see it, iâm sure iâll manage to do it myself just fine.â
CYNO â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: loving snowball fight.
for the first time in decades, the wonderful deserts of sumeru experienced some heavy snowfall. while you were certainly enjoying yourself, a certain general remained stoically peaceful in his stance (despite the clear excited shine in his eyes).
cyno was trapped inside his own thoughts, what exactly was he pondering about? who knows. perhaps heâs wondering about his duties in the akademiya, or heâs wondering what horrid pun he can say to elicit a pitiful giggle out of you. the second was his favourite to dwell on.
trying to catch the attention of your beloved shouldnât be that difficult , yet every time you spoke to him he would reply with a quick kiss. every reply only a short phrase or a shake or nod of the head. perhaps the only true way of snapping him out of his work trance, was to âlovinglyâ bully him with the very snow that spreads across the land. you could say you were up to snow good.
picking up a handful of snow and shaping it into a malnourished ball, your face held a mischievous grin. however, before you could actually be a lovable menace, cyno was out of your field of sight. you stand there awkward and clueless, sceptically turning around like a cat chasing its own tail. a sudden cold splash of snow splats against your back.
âicy what you were trying to do there.â cyno says, a grin that outmatched yours in devilishness adorning his lips. âsnow happy to play against you.â he teases, throwing another snowball up and down in his palm as if getting ready to throw.
the playful atmosphere crescendoed when the two of you began a dramatic chase through the snow, both of you looking like bunnies frolicking in the misty fog of ice. even with your ample speed and agility, getting even playfully chased by a powerful general with impeccable aim was proved to be difficult.
the next few minutes went on like this: you two playing childish games, hiding amidst the snowy peaks and sneakily throwing snowballs at each other during seemingly serene intervals of peace. sometimes youâd laugh at his witty, painfully awful jokes, other times youâd be falling victim to his merciless attacks of snow.
as the two of you were running around one of the accumulated snow piles, laughing loudly with frost bitten noses, you trip directly on-top of him; thus ending your chase rather anti-climactically. âoh, deer.âhe jokes, you instantly place your chilly hands onto his flushed cheeks, leaving him to shiver and melt into your gentle touch.
âiâm glad you didnât do this at the beginning, i wouldâve been at your mercy.â he kisses the inside of your palm with a small smile.
GOROU â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: kissing underneath the mistletoe.
this was your first christmas with gorou as an official couple, therefore you wanted to go all out. nothing was too big or too small in the name of love! each window was decorated with lights and stickers, candles illuminated each corridor and room with a festive spark of orange, not to mention your christmas tree that was beautifully arranged with your artistic vision.
gorou showed absolutely no defiance when you ordered him to change the angle or direction of a decoration multiple times, feeling complaisant with the fact heâs being useful to you. âis there anything else you need help with, [name]?â he tilts his head to the side as he turns on the final lights near a window.
you playfully frown at him, âstill calling me by my name, love?â
gorouâs ears perk up in surprise, his face turning a bright red out of embarrassment, âo-oh, sorry! uhm i can call you something else if youâd like?â even though you laugh, he was VERY serious. beginning to ponder with a hand on his cheek for support. âoh uhm,â he awkwardly averts his gaze to anywhere but you, âcan i call you honey..?â
you laugh at him once again, caressing his cheek gently with your warm palm, âof course you can. anyways, i have one last thing to put up, could you wait here for a moment?â you let go of his face (he swears he didnât whine).
gorou coughs into his hand and replies, âsure, ho-honeyâŚâ you smile at his awkward stutter before heading off to get what you needed. gorou stood there motionless, face in his hands, body heating up with every rapid beat of his heart against his ribcage. he was a general, for goodness sake. not a lovesick pup eager for his ownerâs pets. though, the thought of you petting his head had his tail wagging with an uncontrollable fervour. curse his biology.
âgorouuu, darling, could you come help me out this up?â you yell across from another room, he quickly shakes off the nerves and rushes over to you, stopping in his tracks upon seeing the teasing grin on your face and the mistletoe that you were swinging back and forth. heâd take execution over this.
âare-are you sure you need my help with this..ahahaâŚi can always get you a step ladder? or somethingâŚâ he laughs anxiously, eyes widening with the way you so easily pull him in closer by his waist. dangling the mistletoe mischievously above his head, bopping it up and down a few times before finally, gorou gives in and kisses you. he knew it would be a losing game otherwise. your hands find themselves on his waist once again, pulling him in ever so closer to the sweet scent of your perfume.
gorou âaccidentallyâ whimpers into the kiss, a weak sound that practically rolls right off his tongue toward your own, leaving you pridefully satisfied, but him a flustered mess. he abruptly breaks the kiss and hides his face in shame, the sudden slip of mouths making a streak of saliva smear at the corner of your chin. âgods..im so sorr-mpf??-â you cut his futile apologies with another passionate kiss.
you would find out just how many times the general could sing so sweetly.
K. AYATO â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: âbakingâ cookies together.
oh may the archons above forgive you both because thoma will absolutely not. lord knows who allowed ayato in the kitchenâ he claimed that he simply wanted to âspend some domestic time with his beloved after being away for so longâ, but you dared doubt his claim.
âayato, my beloved.â
â[name], my wonderful spouse.â
âyou put any weird shit in these damn cookies and i swear i am going toââ
âah ah my love, no foul language in the kitchen.â you were about to retort with âthe atrocities that come out of this kitchen when youâre finished cooking is far worseâ, but decided against it. choose peace, not violence, during the holiday season.
âi promise, i will follow your guidance every step of the way. so, whatâs first?â while he looked rather ready to get started, you remained rightfully hesitant and suspicious. placing down the ingredients youâd be using for the special christmas treats, ayatoâs eyes stayed heavily fixated on the recipe that you left beside him (for obvious reasons).
you hear a loud crumpling of paper. it draws your attention very quickly, and yet entirely way too late. that blue-haired bastard. âAYATO??â you blink slowly with your mouth agape.
he merely laughs and pecks your nose, âthereâs no need for recipes and measurements, we can use our heart to dictate the sweetness. thatâs how the best dishes have been invented, no?â heâs so lucky heâs pretty.
taking out the mixing bowl, you try to run things down in your head, roughly estimating what amount of each ingredient you needâayato disturbs your astute train of thought by eyeballing a bunch of icing sugar, butter, and vanilla extract into the bowlâŚ
you woefully crack an egg into the mixture, as your pitiful hand went to grab a spoon to mix the travesty of ingredients. whisking away the sickly overly-sweet stench of vanilla, you felt your head renew with plans to save this mess. thinking on your feet was an admirable skill youâve honed over the years of being wed.
âlove, can you put in the flour? not too much, i beg youâ. he laughs at your remark, pouring in the flour gently as to not upset you further. the couch didnât feel good to sleep on.
âdonât you worry, my darling. my mother and i used to do this all the time.â
âgods sheâd be so disappointed wouldnât she..â
âmhhm, say something, love?â he asks. you shake your head in denial. ayato sneaks his way behind you, sliding his hands around your waist and getting purposefully close to your ear before kissing it, warm breath ghosting delightfully close to your cold skin.
one kiss led to many, and that many turned into too much as ayato left you laughing in adoration, leaving you to forget the mixing bowl that was in your precious handsânothing exactly registers in your peripheral. mostly because you didnât want to look down and catch the culprit of the powerful stench of vanilla clinging to your clothes.
rightful silence erupted in the kitchen.
âmaybe the real cookies were the memories we made along the way.â ayato teases you by placing the grotesque batter on your nose.
âkamisato ayato, i will not hesitate to turn you into next nights hot pot.â
ânow, donât be sour, my love, you were clearly enjoying yourself.âhe kisses your cheek, you grimace.
âmy lordâŚ[name]âŚiâŚâ thoma stood speechless at the kitchen entrance, tears pricking his eyes as an invisible cloud rained above his head, wilting his all ready heavy shoulders.
âiâm sorry.â you and ayato say in unison, though your words held actual compassion unlike ayato who was still adamant on holding onto your waist with a smirk.
K. C. FLINS â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: collecting wood for the fireplace
as per tradition, you and flins set out in the far forests of nod krai to search for the perfect oak tree. it would sound odd to anyone outside of the frosty nationâafter all, you had all ready accumulated quite the hefty collection of adequate bark and bundle of sticks for the hearth warming your home, but it was the tradition behind it that made the long trek worth it.
flins didnât let you touch a thing once you found the victim for your fireplace. you had done enough for the day, he assured you (if the way you had to limp from your heavy backpack wasnât quite enough of a tell). muttering a single prayer of forgiveness beforehand, you barely see any swing of movement before the tree tumbles in a spritz of wood chips and grassy ash.
hoisting one firm bundle of bark on one shoulder, flins turns to you. his smile turning a little brighter from its usual pleasant tilt.
âmilichka,â he murmurs, wrist rolling to turn his palm toward you, âmay i?â it was the usual question. holding your hand through the dark wasnât a simple show of affection, it was a duty he took more seriously than most probably would. but when your hands did reach, his own nearly immediately dropped with an odd amount of grace. free arm sliding beneath your knees to help bend them over his shoulder. two very precious cargo needed to be transported with upmost safety.
with each gift of wood to your blazing hearth, the fire crackled louder. a symphony of warmth now burning through the cold frosting your fingertips. âis that all of it? i could go for a really nice cup of cocoa right nowâŚâ
ânearly, but i can always make you a cup as you wait?â he gestured toward the kitchenette, the kittenish yellows of his eyes bright against the fumes.
âmm, nah. i prefer it when we do stuff like that together.â together. right. that word felt so foreign sometimes when accompanied with the warmth of a willing body, and not the cold touch of shadow.
âthen, i hope you could just let me do this one simple thing.â
picking up the very bark of oak tree you two had trekked way too many slippery slopes of nod krai for, he skilfully wraps it in a white linen cloth before throwing it into the hearth. the gesture was odd, even for someone filled with oddities like flins, but you didnât dare question it. not when his hands found yours in a manner that spoke of hours learning your heart and skin as if it were his own.
âi pray that the next year has us just like this. together, and a little more in love. though,â he leans down, cold lips pressing right against your knuckles, âi doubt such a thing is possible, for i have been blessed with an abundance of affection for you that contradicts my years.â
NEFER â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: exchanging well wishes
nefer blames you wholeheartedly for this farce.
she stated numerously, no, i will not be joining you at the christmas gathering. no, your status as my partner does little to change my mind. but she was here. drink in hand, a pinot noir from the earthy tones of mushroom mingling with the horribly sweet cherry, and absolutely feeling burdened by the cheeriness in the air.
it wasnât because she hated the company. kind of. it was more the fact it was all ready getting late, people were drunkâand drunk people love to talk and make bad decisions. decisions that nefer wasnât on the clock for. letting her back rest on a velvet lounge, her eyes meandered on the party crowd. mostly searching for the face she was going to very politely scold soon as they got home.
ânefeeeer!â
she didnât need to be a particularly keen listener to recognise the cheer in that voice.
â[name].â
âwhy do you all ready look so angry? cheer up, weâre with friends! itâs supposed to be fun!â you chuckle, wrapping your arms around her neck from behind.
âi donât consider hours of people chattering about nothing particularly fun, but i suppose ifâyou have an opĹatek in your hand.â she observes without so much as a glance toward your hand.
flaunting the white wafer between your fingertips, you couldnât help but grin. âyup! and you know what that means, right?â nefer nodded. âtime to exchange good wishes! câmon, you have toâitâs the law!â
ânot true, but i will humour you as always.â
breaking off the thin paper, you pass it over with a keen smile. âi wish you many more clients, more juicy gossip that you say you wonât share with me without a price but do so anywayâŚaaand, for us to be happy together next year!â
âadorable, but i donât share anything that would be detrimental. you just forget everything i tell you in the span of two minutesâyour makings of a very horrid spy make it easy to trust you to keep quiet.â she smiles fondly even as you pout, taking another piece of wafer from the package to break off in return.
âas for youâŚâ she trailed off, her eyes glancing off to the side where a black cat sat in anticipation for her attention. âi wish for us what endures: that time recognizes us, and happiness stays, having learned our names.â
she didnât even let you reply before smacking your lips with her own. âgo off now, iâll be here to drag you home when you inevitably drink too much.â
technically, she was meant to be committing to this tradition with everyone, but with all honestlyâshe was more than ready to call it a night after being so disgustingly sweet with you. she might never drink wine after this night again.
LAUMA â ââşââ .
xmas clichĂŠ: fortune telling games
sometimes you cursed yourself for how easily you could be convinced to do anything lauma asked for. because how the words âwax fortune tellingâ didnât register as anything but bizarre to you was an enquiry that needed to be answered by kuutar herself.
regardless, you were here. sitting in a field far off from the chatter of other devotees with a cold bowl of water sitting between the two of you, and a burning candle flickering ghostly shapes on laumaâs soft cheeks.
âlauma?â you drawl, and she immediately tilts her head, horns nearly bumping against you. âi hate to ask you again, but what exactly are we doing?â
she chuckles, giving your head a single pat. âfortune telling. itâs aâŚwithstanding tradition in nod krai. by letting candle wax drip into water, the shapes that form can be interpreted as clues to the future.â
âwell, what do you hope it says?â
lauma doesnât answer that. instead, her hands carefully transport the burning candle over the water, tilting the base at an angle to allow the steaming wax drool into the bowl. the water ripples and congeals, you two sit there for a moment in the silence. the whispering sound of wind breezing past you (and thankfully helping the wax cool quicker).
then, soon as the wax settles, you prod your head over the bowl. eyes scanning the gentle shapes and edges of⌠âyeah, this just looks like a bunch of blobs.â you snicker, and while lauma joins with a light laugh of her own, she continues staring.
âreally? because i seeâŚtwo hands. joined together as one.â you peek your head over again, sliding an arm around laumaâs waist as if the intimacy would help entice your own eyes to see what she does.
âif you say soâŚbut hey, does that mean the next year weâll still be together? just like this?â you smiled in earnest.
âof course, ĹĄirdelÄ. i have no doubt about it, especially with kuutar herself accepting our union.â
it really was just two blobs; but lauma saw beauty in anything that involved you.
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i promise iâm writing some xmas drabbles but i came across this earlier and genuinely thought it was the funniest thing in the world đ no offence to all my straight followers im sure youâre lovely, but why are so many of these people allergic to queer culture in predominantly queer spaces
it brings me equal amount joy as it does embarrassment how many people still read my ancient works x_x i sometimes go back and read it and have to question what made me think it was okay to post đ
