#🎄— joyeux noël: 2023

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

cookies and tea

synopsis: what happens when you bake too many cookies? you give them away, of course!

genre: fluff

characters: zhongli x gn! reader, neighbour! zhongli

warnings: reader is referred to in 2nd pov, errrm not proofread

a/n: hehe happy christmas<3 this is also a work for écrin de litterature's christmas event🤩 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2023 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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regret. that was the word that could best describe your current predicament, having baked one too many batches of cookies. and with all the friends in your vicinity out of town, the only thing you could do in order not to have the past three hours of hard work in the kitchen go to waste was to make that treacherous first trip down the street to your neighbour’s house with a box of gingerbread cookies as a holiday greeting.

the regret started to subside, however, the second your neighbour opened his door, and a pair of curious amber eyes peered down at you. 

“hello, how may i help you?” his smooth voice rumbled– your brain blanked. it took a moment before you realised you were staring– at which you cleared your throat in embarrassment.

“ah– hi, i’m from, uh, next door,” you gestured lamely, “i made too many gingerbread cookies for christmas, and i was wondering if you’d like to have them?” you mentally pat yourself on the back for not stuttering and making a fool of yourself in front of someone so handsome– what?

your neighbour smiles. “nice to meet you, neighbour, and that sounds like a delightful offer. i was just wondering where the rich aroma came from– it appears to be from that box. those are the cookies, then, i assume?”

“mhm!” first try! SCORE! you grin, holding out the box to him. “take it as a festive greeting– merry christmas!”

he gracefully accepts the box. “thank you very much– ah, it seems like a lot, and i’ll be honest, i don’t think i’ll be able to finish it… would you like to come in and share it together? i’ve just finished brewing some osmanthus tea– we could savour these treats over tea. ah! my apologies, where are my manners?” he holds a hand out to you, “my name is zhongli, it is an honour to make your acquaintance, dear neighbour.”

regret was a word you no longer knew– not when you were faced with a visage like his and that gentle smile that made your knees weak.

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[https-furina]

✎ baubles & gratitude wishes. ft. diluc x gn!reader content. festive fluff! labelled gn!reader but if you find otherwise please let me know so i can adjust! tw for kisses, sickening sweet stuff with diluc (hehe) assuming that christmas lights exist in canon au... w.c. 1.2k words

notes. this man will not leave me alone ! so when i spun n got him i was like damn, he rlly isn't letting me drop him.. maybe 'm still a diluc girlie at heart <33 this is my first entry for ecrin’s christmas event! taglist - always open, send an ask! @ryuryuryuyurboat @soleillunne @rainswept

at the heart of the winery stands a manor, decorated with dark wood beams and emitting the warmest orange glow into the chill of the night through its many glass windows. it is the peak of winter in teyvat and whilst every nation has a different winter, mondstadt in particular suffers from the dropping cold temperatures and lingering frost that kisses every surface it touches. after years of living in mondstadt with your beloved husband at his late father's winery, you'd grown accustomed to the weather in mondstadt - and most especially how it changes in the blink of an eye.

you sit on one of the plush velvet couches that litter the winery's manor, all deep red in colour to match the ragnvindr family's oddly specific red theme - not that you minded it. it was one of the many things alongside the weather that you had grown accustomed to. another one of those things was your husband's quiet, stoic attitude.

"if you keep staring at the fire like that, you'll hurt your eyes, love," his deep voice resonates from behind the couch, calloused hands placing themselves upon your shoulders, "what's on your mind?"

the sentiment of his question draws a small smile to your face, shaking your head in reassurance as you look up at the redhead, his hair tied neatly back in a ponytail. he quirks a brow, not buying it but he accepts it anyway, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“have you ever decorated the manor?” you ask with a hum, watching his brows furrow in confusion - of course he has, he thinks as he take a moment to glance around the living area he’s grown so used to, “for christmas, luc.”

ah. that changes his response quite quickly. diluc scowls for a moment before shaking his head, turning his ruby gaze back to you, the one he treasures so much. diluc isn’t stupid and quite frankly, he knows where this conversation is going. a sigh escapes his parted lips before a crack of a smile graces his pale face, framed so delicately by the loose strands of red hair he hasn’t tied back.

“i’ll ask adelinde to see if my father’s decorations are still in the attic.” he sounds reluctant but he drinks in the way that your face lights up, a sparkle glittering in your eyes at the prospect of decorating the manor with the one you love and he knows he can’t deny you now - not only for your sake but his own. diluc knows very well that you have him wrapped around your finger when every time you pout or give him those sorrowful eyes, he can’t help but feel his already fragile heart break.

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there’s a few crates littering the living room floor, filled with the late crepus’ decorations. the lids are covered in dust, save for the fingerprints left by diluc’s gloved hands from when he took the crates from adelinde, scolding her for attempting to do all the heavy lifting alone.

you sit amongst them, unaware of diluc's vermillion eyes that seemed to be trained on your childish delight as you sift through endless decorations - you never had the joy of meeting crepus but from the sheer amount of his decorations diluc had shoved into the attic in an attempt to bury old memories, you could gather that he was a brilliant family man. diluc notes that the glitter in your eyes never fades for even a second and for a moment, he ponders the times when he was once this excited to see these crates. it's melancholic, cracking a smile to his stoic face.

after many minutes going over the layout of the manor's ground floor space, you decided quite boldly that the tree should sit in the entry before the front door. diluc tries to hide his amusement at how serious you're taking decorating the manor but you can see it peak through when you glance at your husband only to see a sliver of a smirk on his face.

"i didn't expect you to like christmas this much," diluc mumbles as he finishes wrapping lights around the bushy evergreen spruce tree - upon your request, - thankful for his gloves when the needles poke at him as he works meticulously, "let alone decorating…"

"life is too short to not find the joys in seemingly mediocre tasks," you grin, two golden, glittering baubles in your hands as you begin to hang them on the branches. diluc watches, noticing that the heavier - and much larger - baubles are placed on the lower branches. after his observation, he copies, "besides, it's much more fun to see the tree whenever you come home and realise that your house is your home, your four walls and warmth."

diluc wants to cluck his tongue, sending a glance in your direction as the warm christmas lights decorating the tree illuminate your face but he can't bring himself to vocally retort his thoughts. you are his four walls, his home and hearth; the warmth he craves after long days of paperwork and tedious tasks or cold nights being mondstadt's mysterious unidentified hero. you are the one he comes home to and realises these things. he makes a soft noise in response to your words, continuing to hang baubles and the like on bushy branches.

he'll occasionally glance back at you. he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, radiating this exciting energy that glows with the tree as it comes to life. diluc takes these moments to gaze over you and drink in every last detail as if you'll disappear from his grasp after you both return to your shared chambers later that night, sliding into silk sheets and pressing your bodies together for warmth in the chill of mondstadt's winter nights. he drinks it all in as if he'll never see the shape of your nose again or the twinkle of your eyes. he traces the outline of your lips and counts any freckles you may have.

you're not silly, you caught diluc staring ages ago but now there's a glitter in his own ruby eyes that matches yours. two matching flames that keep each other ablaze. the next time you catch him staring, you're quick to shuffle closer to him, pressing against his chest as you rest your head on his broad shoulders. diluc tenses as he always does, his busy hands hanging the decorations they'd been holding before his arms wrap around you tightly. he presses his lips to your hair, nestling his nose in the familiar scent of the shampoo you always specifically request when adelinde goes shopping for necessities.

"merry christmas, luc." you mumble into the fur trim of his coat, your eyelashes fluttering shut in content when you bask in the scent of smouldering ashes from his pyro vision, the wine that he despises to drink and rain. he's your home.

"merry christmas, love." diluc responds softly after a few moments of silence, his eyes raising to admire the handy work of you both as he takes in the tinsel decorating shelves, placed neatly above the fireplace hearth and the lively golden tree at the centre of it all. it has been far too long since he's seen his manor decorated in such ways, he thinks with an ounce of a smile at the nostalgia you've ignited in his heart. you're his home too.

© https-furina 2023.

[stellar-skyy]

OH DEER — Cyno x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Cyno celebrates Christmas with the person he loves. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of eating/food, mentions of alcohol, kisses. iii. NOTES: Fluff, modern au, Tighnari, Collei, Kaveh, and Alhaitham make an appearance, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 2k words. iv. A/N: Written for Écrin de Littérature's Joyeux Noël event! I wrote this instead of doing my work :D This is my first time writing Cyno, so I apologise if this is ooc... I really want to write for him more :( psst... @ryuryuryuyurboat

By the time [Name] woke, it was late morning.

The rays of sunlight sifted through a crack in the blinds, shining a beam directly into their face. A displeased mumble escaped their lips, followed by a pinch between their brows, and then a hand thrown over their eyes in an attempt to block out the light. Their efforts were in vain, as the sun spilled further into their room and lit it up in a warm glow.

As the terrible ordeal of waking up settled over them, they slowly became aware of a warm, comfortable weight at their side. Cyno had shifted the blankets in his sleep and half-tossed them off the bed, but he seemed content throwing one arm across their chest and absorbing whatever body heat they gave off. At that time, he would have normally been awake for hours, but alas; the festive season seemed to have drained his energy.

They cracked their eyes open, brushing their hand over the tufts of hair across his forehead. He made a tiny noise, moving to press his face into their side.

"Cyno,” They whispered, patting his cheek lightly. He groaned. “I know you’re awake.”

“You don’t know that for certain,” A muffled grumble sounded from where his face was hidden against them.

A small smile tugged at the corner of their mouth. They let their hand fall to the top of his head, running their fingers through his long grey hair. “Good morning, Cyno.”

“G’morning,” he mumbled, his voice still husky with sleep. One crimson eye opened, then the other. “It’s Christmas, isn’t it? Is it snowing?”

They squint through the small crack of the window they can see. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Hmm… you’re right.” He blinked at the small sliver of light coming from between the blinds. “It looks more like rain, dear.”

A long silence fell between them.

“���Rain, dear? See, it sounds like reindeer, which is hilarious because—”

“I got it,” They interrupt before he can go on a tangent about exactly how his joke was funny. The rest of the blankets fall off them as they swung their legs over the side of the bed. “I’m going to go make breakfast.”

“Wait.” He abruptly sat upright, a solemn look on his face. After a pause, he leaned over and kissed their cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

Breakfast was simple ordeal. There was Cyno’s coffee, that they left on the counter for when he made the effort of moving to the kitchen. A few slices of toast, and some cooked eggs. They would need to put some food in the oven so it would be fresh by the time they had Christmas lunch, but most of the food was already prepared.

Halfway through, Cyno managed to drag himself out of the bedroom and slump over the kitchen counter, lazily reciting as many Christmas jokes as he could recall, while his partner debated throwing a slice of toast at his face to get him to shut up.

After, came the most anticipated part of the morning; presents. The two retreated to the living room, settling cross legged across the carpet floor.

It was a new house, primed and ready for new memories to decorate the halls. Moving in late December had allowed them an excuse to buy the essentials for their home disguised under bright red wrapping paper, hastily shoved under a simple tree. The tree itself was modestly decorated with whatever they could find, and the presents underneath few and far between. Nothing too special, just enough to fit into the corner of their new household, leaving more than enough room to grow into.

Two stockings dangling above the fireplace held the most ‘gift-like’ of gifts. A 1000 silly Christmas jokes book for Cyno, a box of candies for them, two matching pairs of socks with silly puns on them.

Torn up and crumpled wrapping paper decorated the floor of the living room by the time they had finished, Cyno already flipping through the pages of his new book in an effort to find even more of the worst of the worst puns to torment—ahem, entertain them with.

It was almost dizzying, how quickly they went from two strangers meeting by chance, to celebrating Christmas together in their shared home. Something could be said about the domesticity of it all, about the peppered kisses and lingering touches between measuring ingredients in a kitchen just the right size for two. How stolen glances became stolen kisses and making small talk turned to making cookies together.

There was something about the thought that made them feel so warm. Must be the spirit of the season, and all that.

“Do you know what Rudolph said, after Santa Claus tripped over in front of him?” Cyno asked. [Name] paused, hands hovering over the cooking dough spread out across the bench. Cyno stared back at them seriously, with an expression that would be vaguely intimidating if he wasn’t sitting idly on a kitchen bench with his legs dangling over the side.

“Cyno…” They breathed, warning in their tone.

“He said, ��Oh deer.’” Cyno was silent for a beat, before leaning forward slightly. “Do you get it? See, this joke uses the phrase ‘Oh dear’, which would be an acceptable response to seeing a person fall, however it is also phonetically similar to the word ‘deer’, which is the species Rudolph is.” He paused again. “Do you get it?”

“Yes, I got it,” They groaned, rubbing the bridge of their nose to try and ward off an incoming headache. Unfortunately, they had forgotten they were still baking, and the action inadvertently led to a smudge of sugar being wiped onto their face.

Cyno huffed a laugh, jumping off the edge of the bench. As he stepped across the kitchen to meet them, he cupped their face, bringing it further towards his until he was close enough to kiss the spot between their eyes. He pulled away, licking the sugar off his lips with a slight smile.

“You could’ve just wiped it off,” They chide, but there’s a smile at the edges of their lips.

“Maybe,” He agreed, this time kissing their forehead.

Their smile widened at the gesture, even as they pushed on his chest to get him out of the way. He let himself be moved backwards, settling against the counter so he was out of their space.

“Move, I need to finish these before they arrive.”

The cookies were one of the few things that slipped their mind the day before, leaving them less than an hour to finish making the dough and put them in the oven before their friends arrived.

Wordlessly, Cyno took one of the cookie cutters and pushed them down onto the flattened dough. Together the two of them worked, until the tray was covered in tiny gingerbread men and stars and Christmas trees. Cyno opened the oven, allowing them to place it on the rack.

As soon as they pulled the oven mitts off, an arm slid around their waist. In a second, they were spun around and a breath away from Cyno. They laughed, in between kisses peppered across their lips.

“Do you know what the moose said to it’s family on Christmas Day?” Cyno murmured into their mouth. “Merry—”

A knock from the door startled them both. Cyno glared at it, unhappily detangling himself from them and opening the door.

“We’re here!” Tighnari said as he entered, letting Collei duck under his arm to bustle into the room.

“As the salt and pepper would say, Seasonings Greetings,” Cyno nodded in acknowledgement at the pair. “Do you understand the joke?”

Tighnari groaned loudly. “We just got here, Cyno. Couldn’t you have waited five minutes? Or several hours, maybe?”

“Merry Christmas to you both,” [Name] smiled painfully. “He’s been like this all morning.”

“Hi [Name]!” Collei said cheerfully. Her bright red skirt swished and twirled as she moved around the room, matching the lopsided Santa hat perched on top of her and Tighnari’s heads. Tighnari was dressed just as festive, in a comfortable looking red sweater.

“Hello [Name],” Tighnari raised an eyebrow, smirking at their outfits. “Nice sweater.”

“I didn’t choose them,” [Name] sighed.

Cyno had practically insisted on the matching ugly sweaters. They lived up to their names, the designs were hideous: clashing deep reds and muted greens, striped patterns all up the arms and a gaudy snowman print across the front. His only response to their complaints was that ‘they’re supposed to be ugly, that's the point!’ 

“They’re in the spirit of the season,” Cyno said stubbornly. Tighnari held up his hands in mock surrender.

“I wasn’t insulting them. They’re… merry.”

Cyno’s vehement defence of the dreadful sweaters was prevented by another knock at the door. Tighnari reached over to turn the handle, right as the door swung open.

“Merry Christmas to you all!” Kaveh declared. Like Tighnari, he was also wearing a sweater, but his was a deep green and covered in spiralling patterns. “I would apologise for our lateness, but it wasn’t my fault.”

“Oh please,” Alhaitham scoffed, trailing in after Kaveh. “If you didn’t spend an hour trying to style your hair, we would have been here ages ago.”

“You—It wasn’t me who decided to wait until five minutes before we agreed to leave to get dressed! You have the time-management skills of a three-toed sloth!”

“I simply don’t concern myself with vanity. There is no need to spend hours on my hair, or try and find the perfect outfit… unlike some people.” It was fitting, then, that Alhaitham was the only one in the room without any sort of Christmas themed clothing.

“Maybe it is because I actually have the effort to care about my appearance, instead of looking like I just got out of bed without brushing my hair!” Kaveh paused, squinting at Alhaitham. “Did you brush your hair this morning?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant, when yours took an hour to look just as messy as it did when you woke up.”

“How—”

“Not to interrupt this lover’s spat,” Tighnari interrupted. “But if we want to have lunch anytime in the next several hours, we should probably start soon.”

“We brought pita pockets!” Collei held up a box with a grin.

“Ah, I’m afraid I didn’t have time to cook this morning,” Kaveh sighed, resolutely ignoring Alhaitham’s rolled eyes. “But I did bring a bottle of wine.” He glanced over at Collei. “Um. I am assuming you have non-alcoholic options as well.”

Cyno beckoned them over to the table, moving around the plates to make room for Collei’s pita pockets and Kaveh’s wine. Kaveh and Alhaitham sat down first, opposite each other so they could finish their argument face-to-face. Tighnari was next, and Collei followed, sitting in the seats at the end. Finally, Cyno slipped into the seat beside his partner, giving their hand a quick squeeze.

There was something so perfect about the moment, Kaveh and Alhaitham bickering across the table, while Tighnari rolled his eyes at Cyno’s jokes, and Collei sneakily took another bread roll off his plate while he was distracted. It was the kind of moment they wished they could freeze in time and seal up into a snow globe to display on their nightstand, so they could pick it up and admire the scene within whenever they liked. To spend such a special time, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of the people they loved the most, was truly a gift in itself.

“You should really try to be more like the Christmas tree, Tighnari—and lighten up.”

“Cyno, I will leave, and it will be your fault!”

Yes, perfect indeed.

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[ecrin-de-litterature]

Joyeux Noël 2023! 🎄

Starting on the 1st December, we gave our network members the task of writing Christmas randomised entries for this fun little event to celebrate Écrin de Littérature’s first Christmas! Here is a compilation of our members’ festive works, a present from us to you!

Merry Christmas from the Écrin de Littérature team!

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-ˏˋ. Genshin Impact ˊˎ-

wrap me up in your love by @dumbificat — fluff, baizhu x gn!reader

baubles & gratitude wishes by @https-furina — fluff, diluc x gn!reader

oh deer by @stellar-skyy — fluff, cyno x gn!reader

and they were neighbours by @mooncreates — fluff, neuvillette x gn!reader

cookies and tea by @ryuryuryuyurboat — fluff, zhongli x gn!reader

rice to meet you by @dumbificat — platonic fluff, cyno + gn!reader

your icy heart (in the warmth of my hands) by @mccnstruck — fluff, eula x gn!reader

ghosts are for halloween by @https-furina — fluff, hu tao x gn!reader

snow me you love me by @dumbificat — fluff, wriothesley x gn!reader

-ˏˋ. Honkai SR ˊˎ-

snow photoshoot by @meidnightrain — fluff, march 7th x gn!reader

just like you by @lovingluxury — fluff, tingyun x gn!reader

And with that, the first event and Christmas of Écrin de Littérature is over! We look forward to seeing you all again next year!

© ecrin-de-litterature 2023.

[mccnstruck]

your icy heart (in the warmth of my hands)

characters: eula x gn!reader

tags: modern au, ice skater!eula, fluff, reader is shorter than eula, op thinks they might've found a new fav character to write 

a/n: this is for Ecrin de Literature’s holiday event !!!! as you can see my only reference for ice skating is yoi </3 i had sooo much joy writing this and fr i think i need to write more for eula !!! i want to wish everyone a happy holidays and take care of yourself this winter !! enjoy <3

She spun herself around, the ice creaking underneath the blades of her skates, and found the world to revolve around her. The sound of the routine she practiced all too well echoed through the empty ice rink; the harmony of an orchestra united; it sang for her.  

Standing next to the ice stood you, basking in the beauty of your love. She looked flawless, as if she had commanded the ice, commanded the people on the sidelines to look at her. In the bottom of your heart, you held a burning desire to keep the routine secret, to hide it in the abode of two lovers instead–a secret language spoken by the other. 

You hadn’t realized the slow end of the music, and only when Eula skated towards you did you notice how cold it was. 

“[ Name ]?”

You gasped at how her breath landed on your cold skin. 

“Eula! All done with your routine?”

 “Mhm. I needed to make sure this performance would be completed flawlessly. My apologies, for I had not tended to you beforehand.”

Your eyes crinkled, and you instead gave her a grateful smile. 

“Don’t worry about me, and don’t worry about your performance. You were perfect, my love.”

For a moment’s glance, you saw the yellow in her eyes glow before you found the pleasant surprise etched onto her face. 

“A routine must be perfected; that is what the art of ice deserves.”

She paused. 

“However… Thank you, dear.”

You took off your jacket and placed it on Eula’s shoulders, all while leaning up to kiss her cheek. 

“[ Name ]... I am used to the ice. You’re freezing; take your jacket.” 

In a comically ironic response to her remark, you felt a chill wrap around your shoulders and your teeth began to clatter. When Eula tried to shake the jacket off, you put your hands on her shoulders in refusal. 

“[ Name ],” Eula said. Her eyebrows creased, and her voice promised a stern lecture when you got home.

“Oh, shush. Let me take care of you.”

Despite the border separating you and Eula, your arms wrapped around her and you let your head find comfort underneath her chin. 

“Plus, I’m always warm around you.” 

Her eyebrows relaxed, and the lecture on her lips faded from her tongue. Had you leaned back, you would’ve found her lips to turn upwards. Instead, you felt her arms wrapped around yours and bruised, dry lips kiss the top of your head.

The snow blazed through the winds, leaving its mark on the roofs of warm homes. The wind whistled outside, leaving a warning to all. Yet you didn’t mind, for you were safe in Eula’s arms. 

Your wish for Eula’s routine to only be seen in your eyes would remain in the bottom of your heart. However, the way she tightened her hold around your waist, the way you were graced with her kiss, the way every upright spin was to enchant you… it was a mother language for two lovers’; a language that only you could understand how much she loved you. 

mccnstruck. do not plagerize or repost my works.

[luckyoctopus]

Happy holidays y'all!!! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHOPPER ~ 💗

I hope y'all have an awesome holiday and eat some good food and get some cute and silly gifts!! 💚❤️🎄🦌

Robin dying from her sweet baby boy is me....I'm dying he's so cute ok!???

[livincrans]

Chers Vous,

Si 2023 fut à nouveau un cru exceptionnel, c'est encore une fois grâce à vous ! Votre fidélité et votre confiance me touchent infiniment. Au plaisir de tous vous croiser bientôt à Crans-Montana. D'ici là, je vous souhaite une année 2024 pleine de santé, de bonheur et de belles aventures. Avec toute ma gratitude.

Cari tutti, Se il 2023 è stato nuovamente un anno eccezionale, ciò è interamente merito di ciascuno di voi! La vostra fedeltà e fiducia incondizionata toccano profondamente il mio cuore. Non vedo l'ora di avere l'opportunità di incontrare ognuno di voi presto a Crans-Montana.

Nel frattempo, estendo i miei più sinceri auguri per un 2024 colmo di salute, gioia e avventure straordinarie. Con sentita gratitudine.

Dear Everyone, If 2023 has once again proven to be an exceptional year, it's entirely thanks to each one of you! Your unwavering loyalty and trust profoundly touch my heart. I eagerly anticipate the opportunity to meet all of you in Crans-Montana soon. Until then, I extend my warmest wishes for a healthy, joyous, and adventure-filled 2024. With heartfelt gratitude,

Yos

#livincrans #luxuryrealestate #realestate #thankyou #merrychristmas #gratitudine #amicizia #felicità #salute #anno2024 #buonnatale #gratitude #friendship #happiness #health #2024 #joyeuxnoel #amitie #bonneannee #cransmontana #cransmontanaabsolutely

[yink07]

Merry Christmas to everyone!

Joyeux Noël à tous!

Feliz Natal a todos!

Feliz Navidad a todos!

Buon Natale a tutti!

🎄🎁🤍

[slowdancewithme23]

Joyeux Noël

[alcatia]

Je voulais vous souhaiter à tous un joyeux Noël!

J'espère avoir bientôt de nouveau dessin à vous proposer !

[adeda-creations]

Je vous souhaite un bon réveillon et un joyeux Noël 🎅🌲 🥰 🐾

#joyeuxnoel #christmas2023 #christmasdecor

[blainvillemitsubishi]

[https-furina]

"ghosts are for halloween!"

hu tao x gn!reader | modern!au, established relationship | 651 words notes. my second entry for ecrin's christmas event, managed to roll my main & wife (diluc was right next to her, he's really testing me) - i think this will be my format for all future works? i'm not sure, i’ll run a poll on it after this fic is posted.

general masterlist | 500 followers event

with snowflakes dancing through the night air outside the kitchen window, this is almost a picture perfect scene from those cheesy christmas romance movies you'd seen - whether it'd been reluctant or not. there's the soft hum of repetitive christmas music sounding from the radio you'd started playing on the television across the room and since you'd been baking for majority of the afternoon, the kitchen was filled with aromas of gingerbread, chocolate and freshly baked bread.

you're overall quite surprised you'd managed to get this much baking done with the likes of your girlfriend, who's currently using your mixing spoon as a microphone for her one-girl rendition of last christmas by wham! you can't exactly be mad at all, she's surprisingly good at singing after all. your legs are beginning to ache, tired of manoeuvring around the kitchen - more specifically, your girlfriend - and reaching for ingredients but you have one last thing to bake - cookies.

you'd long prepared the batter for this endeavour, too nervous of letting hu tao anywhere near the flour but as you glance across at your girlfriend, a wide grin on her face as she sings, you can't help but think maybe she was just the emotional support you needed during these trying times doing annual holiday baking. it was a shame you was about to interrupt her.

"love," you comment, just loud enough that she'd be able to hear you over the sound of mariah carey. ruby eyes fall to you and you come to realise you've gained her attention, "can you fetch me the cookie cutters?"

hu tao makes quick work of shuffling across your shared apartment kitchen, one of the only areas of your abode that lacked some holiday sparkle. you'd made a beautiful display in the living room, your bedroom and even the entry hall but the kitchen had been spared from anything remotely glittery. this was such a simple task you'd assigned her, there was no way she could mess this up… or so you thought.

"here you go!" she grins, sliding up to your side with numerous cookie cutters in her slender hands. your eyes fall to a familiar black shape amongst all the colourful shapes and you quirk a brow. hu tao gives you a sly smile, amused by your reaction as you sigh.

"ghosts are for halloween," you berate with a small frown but hu tao shrugs, placing the cookie cutter down with the others, clearly ignoring your thoughts about the ghost shaped cookie cutter, "not christmas, tao."

"not in this household!" hu tao pokes her tongue out at you playfully, laughing at the expense of your misery as you begin to roll the cookie dough into a thin slab, "besides, ghosts don't just disappear until halloween. they're with us all year so there's definitely christmas ghosts too!"

you couldn't argue with that logic, a small noise coming through your chest as you exhale through your nose. your hand reaches for the aforementioned cookie cutter first, pressing it into the neatly rolled slab of cookie dough. hu tao gives a warm smile, lanky arms wrapping around your form as she presses her chest to your back, resting her head on your shoulder as her eyes watch your movements closely, almost as if the girl was entertained. you lean back on the brunette, placing the first (of many) christmas ghost cookies onto the baking tray to your right.

"merry christmas, darling." hu tao hums to the most recent christmas song playing throughout the apartment, pressing a kiss to your warm cheek.

your eyelashes flutter shut, enjoying the embrace of your partner as your body relaxes after the tense few hours making sure everything you baked was perfect, multitasking multiple recipes to ensure things were done before tomorrow; the big day itself. hu tao's thumbs rub reassuring patterns on your sides as you let out a content sigh, "merry christmas, tao."

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[chifourmi]

Je suis très jalouse de ceux qui fêtent plusieurs fois Noël. Je l'ai fêté avec ma famille du côté de ma mère et c'est passé trop vite :(

Le repas était vraiment dingue, j'avais envie de repartir avec des restes tellement c'était copieux et que je n'ai pas vraiment pu profiter de tout. Y avait une bûche de Noël goût Ferrero!!

Au moment où je commençais à m'ennuyer, on a fait un petit quizz musical. C'était très chouette. On a aussi fait un petit shooting photos avec mon frère parce qu'on se trouvait trop beaux et y a quelques photos que j'a-do-re.

Et sinon joyeux Noël 🎄☃️🎁❄️

(25/12/2023)

[nardo-headcanons]

idk where to find cute christmas pics but here's an aggressive love meme for you

MERRY CHRISTMAS OR MERRY DECEMBER 25TH 2023, MAY YOU SPEND HAPPY DAYS

TYSM BBY AND MERRY CHRISTMAS/JOYEUX NOËL TO YOU TOO I HOPE YOURE ENJOYING THE TIME 💖❤️💖❤️🎁🎄🎁🎄🥹🥹

[hamyb-dragon]

Christmas 2023

Je vous souhaite à tous un Joyeux Noël, et une Bonne Année 🎄 !

(Et si vous vous posez la question, oui, Barry fait un sourire forcé. Il faut dire qu'il n'a pas l'habitude...)

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I wish you all a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year 🎄!

(And if you're wondering, yes, Barry gives a forced smile. It must be said that he's not used to it...)

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Hamyb, Jackie and Barry are owned by ME

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