#the super duper cool secret santa 2021

[bumbleklee]

no rain, no flowers

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

prompt: you and childe get into an argument right before the holidays

pairings: childe x gn!reader

warnings: angst with a happy ending, mentions of christmas, ~2k words

When you stormed into the Wangshu Funeral Parlor, flopped down on the extra chair in Zhongli’s office, and pulled the hood of your outfit over your head, Zhongli knew something was terribly wrong.

Upon question, you snapped into action.

“I’m done with him! You can have him for all I care.”

The consulate looked up from his paperwork to raise an eyebrow at you. You were crumpled into a ball, knees pulled into your chest with your face red from the cold or anger (probably both). “May I ask who?” He asks politely.

You didn’t answer right away, forcing the feeling of white hot grossness back down your throat. “Who do you think?”

“Are you having trouble in paradise?”

That sets you off. “I wish that was the problem - then we could just go to sleep and everything would be fine. But nooooooo, that stupid ginger is too hot-headed for his own good and he would rather bring down everyone around him than admit he was wrong.”

Your fist clenches and unclenches by your side and you grit your teeth thinking about the hurricane that whirled through your home earlier.

Zhongli peers at you, “When you said you’re done with him, what did you mean?”

You sit up, “I’m breaking up with him.”

The man stares at you for a moment too long before shaking his head, “Are you sure?” Who was he to question your personal life? But you were his friend and he just wasn’t sure this was the right decision.

Your face falls again, “It’s just not working out.”

“You know, Christmas is right around the -”

“I’m not celebrating Christmas!” You shoot back, “Not with him, anyways.”

Zhongli sighs. You’re stressed with the holidays, Childe is too, tempers are short and nobody wants to be bothered with the nitty gritty - but breaking up with your longtime lover? He just didn’t think you were seeing clearly right now. After all, this exact scenario happened once a month and you and Childe forgave each other every time.

Instead of expressing his true thoughts, Zhongli said, “Do you want to talk about it?”

With a heavy sight, you swung your legs down the chair and faced Zhongli head on. You told your friend how everything was fine one moment, then Childe made a comment that really made you feel low - something about you being a doormat (“even worse than a doormat, because at least a doormat was useful”) and the rest spiraled down from there. You stormed one way, Childe the other, and now you were here.

“That…isn’t good,” Zhongli inquired. He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

“So, I’m done with him.”

Your tone had decreased drastically and Zhongli noticed a tinge of sadness. He knew nothing he said to you could curb your emotions right now so he could only hope things would simmer down by the morning.

But much to his dismay, nothing did.

He offered his couch to you that night and when you woke up the next morning, you were still in a foul mood. Your sheer anger had been replaced by moody silence and Zhongli didn’t know what was worse - your over-dramatic outbursts or the scary aura radiating off you.

You had no plans for the day so you opted to follow Zhongli around. As long as you didn’t see Childe, you would be fine - or so you thought.

By noon, you were already missing your lover (ex-lover).

You missed the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours when your eyes fluttered open in the morning and you missed the way he always had a mug of coffee ready for you when you got out of your shower. But you were serious this time - you were done with him.

If anyone asked, it wasn’t him, it was you (but mostly him).

It didn’t take long for a horrible emptiness to consume you. When red and green streamers started to show up around the city of Liyue, you realized that you wouldn’t be spending Christmas with your beloved (ex-beloved). And the worst part? Childe didn’t even look like he was bothered by the breakup.

You tried to avoid Childe as much as possible but when you did catch glimpses of him, he looked, well, fine. Nothing about him showed that he had just gone through the breakup of the century.

The more you thought about Childe and the pep in his step, the more you realized you needed a distraction. And what better distraction than a grand holiday party?  

You threw yourself into planning the party for the next few weeks and when Christmas finally rolled around, Childe was in the back of your mind. You were busy all morning with the final touches and Zhongli gladly stood by your side, ready to assist you in whatever you needed. Your house was decorated from the floor to the ceiling in red and green everything and a huge table was pushed against the wall filled with presents and food and liquor.

When the sun began to set, you guests began to show up.

“Merry Christmas!” A voice chimed loudly. You turned your head over your shoulder to see Beidou and Ningguang walking through the front door. Their usual clothes were abandoned, replaced with festive sweaters and winter boots.

One by one, your friends from Liyue Harbor trailed into your home carrying overstuffed gift bags and even more food and your mood was on top of the world until it wasn’t.

“Ah, Aether, how nice of you to join us,” Zhongli murmured, stepping forward to take the dessert Aether was holding. You turned around to greet Aether and you froze.

“I figured while I was still in Liyue…” Aether’s words dwindled as he followed your gaze to the tall, redheaded man next to him.

“What is he doing here?” Your voice was shrill and Zhongli reached up to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, afraid that if he didn’t, you would pounce on Childe like a tiger on prey.

Childe plastered a smirk on his face and shrugged, “I couldn’t miss a good party.”

You clenched your jaw angrily. Who did Childe think he was? This was your party! What right did he think he had that he could just show up to your party? When your eyes caught for a moment, you shook your head vivaciously. You know what? He wasn’t going to ruin tonight.

“Enjoy yourself,” You said snarkily, turning on your foot to go and find someone else to talk to. Maybe Childe would drink himself to death in the corner of the room.

You didn’t stay mad for long - it was too hard when your house was full of lively people. You found yourself jumping from group to group, making sure everyone was having a good time and that there was never a shortage of food or drinks. Childe mostly stayed by Zhongli and Aether, opting to sip on a drink and watch you.

“Don’t you think you should apologize to them?”

“What?”

Childe turned to Aether, who was looking at him. “You said some really hurtful things,” The blonde retorted, “Wouldn’t an apology be a great Christmas gift?”

“I don’t need to apologize,” Childe said stubbornly.

But he knew Aether was right. Your silence to each other had gone on for far too long and if you kept it up anymore, Childe really would lose you forever. He waited for you to step outside alone before he followed you.

The air was brisk when you stepped outside. Inside was getting too stuffy and you just needed a moment to take a breath of air. When you heard another pair of footsteps behind you, you turned around, “Beidou?”

Childe held his hands up in defense, “Not Beidou.”

Your face fell again, “Go back inside, Childe.”

He ran his fingers through his unruly hair, averting his gaze everywhere but your eyes. “Listen,” He started, trying to find the right words, “I just think we should talk about what happened.”

Your arms crossed against your chest, “Talk about what? Talk about how awful you are?” You voice was bitter.

“I’m sorry.”

The words slipped out of Childe’s mouth but he was glad. A silence followed them.

“...What?”

“I said I’m sorry,” He said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “We haven’t talked in weeks and it’s been…weird.”

Weird? Not talking to Childe has been unbearable. All you wanted to do after a long day was curl up into his arms and talk about how the universe fated you to fall in love with him - but you couldn’t and it was unbearable.

Your bottom lip quivered, “Were you even sad when we broke up?”

“Of course I was!” He sighed heavily again, “I just don’t know how to show my emotions well. Of course I was sad - I love you.”

“You love me? Or you loved me?”

“I love you.”

Your hands dropped and your eyes drifted into the empty sky. Just because Childe said he loved you doesn’t mean he means it.

“Prove it.”

Childe let out a dry laugh, “I’ve been proving it to you since the day I met you.” He realizes then that maybe, just maybe, this whole thing was his fault. His choice of words was less than desirable and he hurt you.

Your lips were tight. Truthfully, when you thought of Chile, you thought of love. You thought of twinkling lights and warmth and the bottle of red wine you spilled on your white carpet when you had gotten too drunk last New Year’s Eve. You didn’t want to fight with Childe anymore - you just wanted to get him back into your arms.

Which is exactly what you did.

You took a step towards Childe, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” You repeated, “I’ll forgive you.”

The ghost of a smile spread across Childe’s face and he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and letting you fall into his embrace like you used to. It felt like an eternity before you finally pulled away from him.

“We should get back inside,” You said quietly.

A warm thumb rubbed against your cheek, “Yeah, we should.”

For a while longer, you and Childe just stared at each other. It felt surreal - that he was back in your arms again after all those days of nothing. There was a warm light in your eyes, a warm light that only came out for him. When you realized what was going on, you shook your head to break the trance and held out your hand so Childe could take it.

When you stepped back inside, your friends had gathered around the door.

“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Beidou smirked at you and motioned for you to look up, where (now) a mistletoe was hanging off the doorframe. “Who put that there?”

“Does it matter? Kiss him!” She cheered, her cheeks rosy from alcohol.

You turned your head towards Childe and he shrugged, leaning down to steal a kiss. Your lips moved perfectly in tune and you only broke the kiss when you remembered you had a crowd watching. As if on cue, your friends broke out into cheers and your face suddenly felt very hot.

“You had your show, now get out of here,” Childe teased, shooing everyone back into the house. He looked back at you, “Our first kiss back together.”

“I hope there’ll be more where that came from.”

Childe, who was still holding your hand, gave it a squeeze. “Believe me,” He said, “I have a lot of making up to do.”

[ajaxeology]

Flower Shop Headcanons - Albedo

Summary: Albedo has a flower shop

Pairing(s): Albedo x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

c/w: none

note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND WELCOME BACK @mikachuchu!! Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm your secret santa for @/ohmykazuha and @/almondoufu 's secret santa event!! I hope things have gotten better for you. I wanted to wait a little while more but since you're back, I thought I should just post this for you as a welcome back gift as well. I hope the pining I've included is good hhhh.

Albedo’s flower shop is a crowd favourite. He grows the sweetest and brightest flowers in the neighbourhood, or even across a few neighbourhoods.

But his flower shop isn’t like the others because other than growing flowers, he dabbles in alchemy to create exotic flowers. Just like the regular flowers, he takes orders for exotic flowers too, though it’ll be a lot more costly.

You first meet him when you tag along with your friends who were curious about his flower shop. You and your friends were like all his other customers who simply admired his exotic flowers.

That's until you start asking him about the meanings behind his exotic flowers.

You start frequently coming back to get his flowers for others. Even when you don’t order exotic flowers, you choose to buy flowers and order bouquets from his shop.

One day, when you drop by to collect your flowers, he asks you for your opinions on the ideas he has. He takes note of your creative inputs very often too. Then it happened again another time you came in to collect another order. Again and again (and he enjoys it, but he just doesn’t know it).

You even become friends with Sucrose and Timaeus. There are many times the four of you talk about growing and creating flowers. It influenced you to grow flowers and think about creating your own flowers (but you dismiss the idea because you don’t know anything about alchemy).

Soon, he starts to wonder if you have a partner and he’s oddly relieved when you say you don’t.

He puts all his ideas in a sketchbook. In that same sketchbook, he starts to include sketches of you.

That amazement on your face when you collected your very first order from him? He captures as many details of that look until he gets it down on paper. That day you came in formal wear? Sketched and refined.

He only realises he’s fallen for you when he’s running his fingers over his inked sketches of you. When he looks carefully at the flowers he’s growing, there’s always some part of you in it, whether or not you’ve contributed some ideas.

He begins to relish in the brief touches of your hands when he passes you the bouquets you’re buying. And he wonders when you’re coming back.

He always opens his shop a little earlier and closes his shop a little later than the stated time, because maybe you’ll drop by or walk past his shop? (You do a few times, but it's 'only' a few times for him :/).

There’s once he let himself lay his head on the counter and watch his glass door, hoping you’ll walk in.

When he’s not looking and the doorbell rings, he deflates a little when someone else other than you walks in.

You always come in to order flowers for the people you care about, and he realises that you probably don’t get a flower of your own. He starts to think about a flower that could represent.

The orders from customers don’t baffle him much. But your flower stresses the heck out of him because he wants to create a flower that embodies you and one that you’ll love.

After a few months, he finally creates the flower for you.

On a day when you come in to collect an order, he places his sketchbook at the counter, a single stalk of the flower atop of it. When the collection time for you to come nears, he heads to the back of the shop where customers are denied access.

You call for his name and for the first time, hearing his name falling from your mouth has never been so nerve-racking.

When he doesn’t respond, you first admire the flower. It’s one you’ve never seen before and you make a mental note to ask him about it.

You then eye his sketchbook and think about flipping through it. You’ve only had glimpses of his sketchbook but you wanted to see all that goes on his head. Looking around and without a trace of Albedo, you start flipping through his sketchbook.

Needless to say, your face got very red. You put it down and Albedo walks out from the back of the store (where he was hiding).

With a smug grin on his face, he teases you, “I didn’t know you were the kind to look through others things.”

You cover your face with both your hands. He gently wraps his hands around your wrist and guides your hand away from your face. Even with all that smugness, he can’t hide the red tips of his ears after all.

“What do you say about running the shop together?”

[simplyxsinned]

A gift for you <3

a/n; pspsppspsps hey @paradise-creator this for you >.< sorry for the delay

summary; You're spending your christmas with you lover, how will it go?

characters; scaramouche x gn!reader

Christmas was nearing, that means you'll get to spend your first Christmas together with your lover! Even though Scaramouche despises the sheer cold, he couldn't deny the fact that the scenery outside looks stunning.

"Achoo--!" he sneezed, rubbing his red nose while glancing at your way. You were busy making cookies for your friends and family that's why you didn't notice your lover walking towards you, sneakily wrapping his arms around your waist.

Peeking over your shoulder, he saw you making a little angry gingerbread that looks a lot like him. "Is that me?" he questioned and you nod, it looks cute.

After a while, he suggest you to rest, you've been up since early in the morning. "What about the cookies...", he shushed you with a peck and guides you to the sofa.

Sitting down with you in his arms, he uses both of his hands to cup your face facing him. His hands were cold, most likely because it's snowing outside. Scaramouche isn't an affectionate person, but once in a while he prefers to give you short hugs and little pecks to show how much he adores you.

Watching you doze off on his chest, he stayed still. He has no intention of startling you awake, it's not like he has more important tasks to attend to so spending more time with his lover wouldn't hurt.

The next morning, you wake up on your bed alone. Walking to the kitchen, you saw all your cookies already packed nicely in jars and a small note that says "Thank you for being mine"

MASTERLIST

Thanks for reading <33

[astarriscus]

serendipitous surprises — modern + roommate au! kazuha x reader x xiao ❀

a little gift for @gnyuvile for the secret santa event of @ohmykazuha & @almondoufu ! i hope you like this hehe <3

— FT. ; kaedehara kazuha x gender neutral!reader x xiao

— NOTES ; FLUFF. childhood friends to lovers + enemies to lovers. a miniature collection of small yet sweet christmas-related scenarios !! petname 'love' used! WC, ≈ 2.5k.

— i. NEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE !!

the colors of christmas are more evident than ever before, in this latter part of the year—and, you find yourself 'lucky' to be spending the jolly holidays with two of your closest companions, kazuha and xiao! oh what joy the holidays will be!

though, in all honesty, yes—'tis truly the season to be jolly, though mayhaps a bit heart-wracking (albeit, evermore lovely) for you, being roommates with both young men aforementioned. although it does seem like you've been 'roomies' with one of the two for much much longer, being childhood friends. sure, xiao may not be the most talkative, affectionate, or lively person, but you've known him for long enough that such characteristics seem like mere trivialities—taciturn as he is, he still remains by your side even after all these years, no? and he promises to stay for much longer, too.

'tis very much something you are grateful for, even if a part of you wishes you were, well, not just friends, but perhaps lovers? haha?... mayhaps? nevertheless, you hope to enjoy this merry christmas as you have as a child with him, though this time, you wouldn't be little kids anymore. of course.

and thus you find yourself in your current situation—setting up the christmas tree in your apartment with xiao helping you.

"...do i really have to be doing this?"

you send a sly smirk in xiao's direction, though he merely turns away after catching your gaze for just a second.

"i don't see why not! 'tis the season to be jolly, isn't it?" "so long as you don't go out bursting 'falalalalalalala', or whatever, then sure." "oh? but i'm pretty sure i just heard you going 'falalalalalalala'?" "you get what i mean, right...!" "sure, sure."

humming lightly under your breath small songs for the holiday season, you fail to catch xiao's eyes focused on you as you contemplate between which of the two different colored ornaments would be more fitting for the tree. you fail to catch the way he sighs, and shakes his head only to smile slightly and turn his attention to something else.

"xiao, what do you think?"

yet, he only stays silent. "xiao...?" "hm?" "is... no, nevermind."

a part of you wonders if you had gone a bit too far in your teasing this time, as you sneak a glance at him from the corner of your eyes and watch him seemingly looking at nothing. you've known each other for ages, yet as much as you know xiao, it's still difficult for you to understand what he truly is thinking. before you could open your mouth to speak, however, xiao cuts you to it.

"i think that one over there would be better."

you turn your head quickly to where he was facing, your mouth making a little 'oh'. ah, right. a grin slides onto your face, and you chuckle at yourself for not realizing—"would that be the ornament we once made together as kids?"

"yeah." you lightly laugh as xiao looks to the side seemingly embarrassed. "i can't believe you still have it!" "w-well..." "no need to say it, i understand." though he scrunches his nose and pretends to sigh, the tips of his lips curling up are evident to you.

"it's been a while since then, hasn't it?" you murmured, still amused at the sight of the old ornament that doesn't seem to have aged much even with the many years since its creation. "some things never change huh, xiao?"

he merely nods in kind, eyes examining you quietly. a small scoff comes from him, and you turn to him with an eyebrow raised. "if only you knew the meaning behind your words..." he whispers under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear "oh? what do you mean?" "n-nothing! never mind that, you heard nothing."

if he says that though, then sure. it's in moments like these he thanks the heavens for the fact how you somehow manage to be oblivious to such facts, especially with his affections for you. he wonders how long it'll be until you realize—!

though, that thought could stay put until another day, perhaps. for now, he's content with helping you out with the finishing touches of the christmas tree.

"i-in any case, i think i've spent enough time here." "mhm, if you think so then sure! thanks for the help, xiao." "it's nothing. don't hesitate to call out my name if ever you need anything." "always."

he stands before you for a few moments, your eyes focused on his own irises, watching their gaze flicker around you until they settle on your own.

"we're... not kids anymore. but, i hope you'll allow me to do this anyway."

his voice is quiet, and all you can really do in the moment is shuffle your feet lightly, as you stand entranced by him.

all of a sudden, you feel something placed on your head—a santa hat?—and in the moment after, as you look up and blink at xiao, you see a similar hat adorning his head.

"...merry christmas." "merry christmas, xiao."

you let out a small chuckle, as you reach out to touch your hat and find a button that makes it sparkle—only to watch in glee as xiao does the same with his own, the red hat lighting up like the night sky but if it were... red. and santa's hat. (quite a funny sight you admit: a small grumpy cat, wearing a sparkly santa hat! and that even rhymes!)

the tree next to you both almost stands forgotten, and you unfortunately find yourself forced to tear your gaze from his own intense one upon another calling your name—your other roommate, it would seem. and so you send the man a final smile, bidding him "see you later" until you come across him once more later into the day.

— ii. FROSTY THE SNOWMAN(S) ??

on the other hand, oh so sweet kaedehara kazuha! he actually happens to be an acquaintance of yours, in your workplace, school, university, or wherever you reside aside from the shared apartment! 'tis, well, rather unfortunate indeed that you cannot seem to escape the presence of this man.

he seems to be well aware of this fact, much to your annoyance. neighbors live in blissful ignorance of your true relationship, as though you seem ever so friendly in the outside world, behind closed doors your relationship is less... amiable. for sure.

has he done anything to earn your ire? no, not really to be honest! perhaps "enemies" is too strong of a word to describe your relationship... tense as it is, yet not necessarily hateful. after all, you live with this man—no way you would have survived this long in the same household as kazuha if you actually hated him.

however, the fact remains that he still is infuriating to a fault, his sweet words undeniably catching your heart and his unfairly good looks catching your eyes as always—facts you never want to admit to his pretty face, lest he tease you. all in good jest, of course, yet the fact still stands that you would rather spend your christmas with someone who doesn't make you scowl, a.k.a. someone not kazuha.

"you called...?" "yup, i did! merry christmas, love."

for a moment, you merely blink at him. and then sigh. and then, give him a smile as you bid him—"merry christmas, kazuha."

"oh?" "oh what? it's not as if i hate you, you know..."

he grins at you and nods his head, eyes sparkling in understanding, "i know, i know! yet still, it's nice whenever you're not mean to me." "well, i'd be a lot nicer more often if you didn't tease me so much." "well, i do it for a reason, if you didn't know." "well then, what would that reason be?" "a secret!"

right. a secret. of course. it doesn't escape your notice how quick kazuha is to change the conversation, however—and the way his eyes look into yours and seem to see something more than what you probably think he sees. not that you would know what that is, though.

"oh, did xiao give you that hat?" "yup! i don't suppose you have something for me too?"

words merely said in jest, yet you end up pleasantly surprised to hear that—"why yes, actually! but you'll get it later." "...oh! thank you, kazu—" "though before you can thank me, head out for a bit with me."

blink. another blink. what? "you heard right." "ok. but why?" "it's snowing. you know what that means?"

one second. two. and then another, marking a third.

"...would that mean a snowball fight, so i can throw one at your pretty face?" "well, i'm genuinely flattered you find my face pretty, but wrong guess! let's make snowmen?"

you grit your teeth lightly in embarrassment, which does not go unnoticed by kazuha. "fine. sure. whatever, i guess." "we could make a small contest, whoever makes a better snowman by xiao's standards wins and gets a prize!"

'curious', is what you think. curious, because—"you do realize that would mean i would win, if we even manage to get xiao into this?" "because you two are childhood friends and his favoritism is unbelievably evident? exactly!"

his words leave you wondering whatever he actually means with his words, yet as you set off making your snowmen outdoors, you can only fake cough lightly and hope for the best that kazuha doesn't realize what his words make you feel. yeah. just stay hopeful, you got this.

a while after, upon finishing making your beautiful and exquisitely lovely snowman, you head over to kazuha and sit quietly on a seat nearby, watching him in silence.

"finished?" "yup." "me too, then!"

he sends you a smile, one which you return. you rise from your seat, moving to examine closely the snowman standing next to him. 'cute', though you would never admit that to his own cute face. and so you settle with petting the snowman with your gloves, to which kazuha lightly laughs at before his eyes widen in remembrance.

"ah, right!" 'so very uncharacteristic of kazuha', is what you think, with how his eyes suddenly dart around and he clears his throat as he stands in front of you. "i had something for you, right?"

your eyes sparkle in anticipation, and you cannot deny the warm feeling in your chest, "you were serious?" "yeah. something i made specifically for you. it's nothing much, just something small—you deserve it after all."

and so you find yourself in this situation, kazuha—your so-called 'enemy' by both his and your words—handing you over a christmas-themed decorated notebook.

"check it later." you find yourself drawn to his smile. small, full of unspoken words, soft—though you quickly cough and cover your mouth, looking to the side in embarrassment, "thank you, kazuha." "it's nothing."

it truly was nothing, you think, with how he then grins mischievously and grabs your arms after removing his gloves surprising you with it's unbelievable cold holy heck, and all you can do is quickly move out of his reach, punching his snowman's head to the ground as you try to avoid his hand's reach.

"why you—you destroyed kazu junior!" "who names their snowman after themselves, kazuha?!" "well me, if you just heard what i said! at least my snowman doesn't look like someone just threw snowballs together and said 'hey, this is a snowman'!" "oh why you...!"

'tis truly the season to be jolly, oh yes. for happiness definitely lies in destroying the snowman of your 'enemy' and desperately getting back at him for roasting your own dearest 'frosty the snowman'. all of this happening of course after kazuha gifted you a notebook full of sweet haikus, to which you are evermore unaware of the fact such lovely works were inspired by you. oh, it definitely is the most wonderful time of the year!

— iii. GINGERBREAD COOKIES GALORE !?

silence. the ticking of the clock keeps, well, ticking in the latter part of christmas day. such as time never stops, the two men wait and wait for your arrival.

an arrival that has already been probably a few hours late, even as your two roommates stand patiently in the kitchen, small gingerbread men already laid before them. the only question that remains is—where are you?

"...how long have we been waiting?" "hmm, who knows..."

"well, if you-know-who doesn't arrive, perhaps we can eat them for ourselves." kazuha oh so mused, as xiao murmured in retaliation, "...maybe, but then again, these were made for..."

"oh hey! what're you guys doing here?" "you finally arrived! here—" "wait, kazuha—!"

'tis truly a sight to behold, you wonder, as you stop in your tracks and behold the tray full of… gingerbread cookies. in various… shapes? were they shapes? yes, likely?

"don't say it." "but xiao—" "just don't." "fine, then. ahem! i'm guessing these are… gingerbread cookies?"

only silence follows, for the next few moments, until xiao reluctantly speaks up.

"yes." "look, i'm—" "we," "—we are truly very sorry…! we didn't, uhm, expect them to look like this. i mean, if it helps, that one over there is you—"

in all honesty, the two men were not at all surprised to hear your laugh, though are extremely thankful it isn't for the reason they think of. "wait wait, so that one, over there, is me! but it—they—what, how did you two manage to make one cookie so adorable?!"

kazuha chuckles, lightly elbowing xiao as he looks to the side in embarrassment. "little you is even holding hands with two others, you see! that one there is made by me, little kazuha—" "i helped him decorate it, though. kazuha sucks in detailing the cookies properly."

xiao shares a look with you, and as he watches you smile, the corners of his lips curl up as well, mirroring your own albeit much smaller. you both ignore kazuha's exaggerated 'clutching his chest in pain' act, of course.

"well, in any case...!" both men turn to you, expressions different yet similar in different ways. kazuha sports a wide grin while a small smile resides on xiao's face—"thank you so much, you two."

"well, after all, i think we would both agree one of the best gift we could receive from you for christmas would be your beautiful smile." "...don't bring me into this." "he doesn't deny it, though. trust me."

life with these two is an amusement park for sure, in all honesty—yet as you stand in front of xiao and kazuha with a tray of gingerbread cookies as well, you can only smile. it doesn't matter in this moment that you've known xiao far longer than kazuha, or the fact one is your childhood friend and the other your so-called enemy, you can only seem to smile in this moment.

"merry christmas, xiao. merry christmas, kazuha."

the two men, despite their many differences, once more offer you a smile as they repeat the words at the same time, coincidentally—for though they may be so different in names and personalities, the fact remains their feelings for you are the same.

"merry christmas to you too."

'tis truly the season to be jolly, hm?

— © astarriscus. please do not plagarize, steal, copy, repost, edit, translate, heavily reference, or profit from any of my works in any way !!

. . . taglist ; answer this form or send in an ask to be added! @tofuthoma @noxtivagus @kdaehara merry christmas to everyone too btw, even if it's alrdy almost 10pm where i am aha !! <3

[ohmykazuha]

♡ secret santa!

merry christmas, genshinblr !

welcome to the secret santa hosted by @almondoufu and i! we're so glad that you decided to join us and we're pumped to have you onboard.

before we start secret santa, please make sure your anon asks are ON, so your santa can interact with you anonymously.

some things to note:

• participants, either sarah or i will be going into your inboxes to tell you your assigned elf.

• you are to keep it a secret, and you can't tell anyone! you can still interact with your elf as usual, but please try not to hint that you're their santa. let's keep the fun for christmas, shall we?

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• your gift can be in the form of a piece of writing, art, edit, and more! as long as there's no real money involved.

without further ado, you can start preparations for your reveal and gift. remember to stay on anon the whole time! ~ have fun, and thank you for joining us!

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[cerasus--flores]

ended with the night

little moments with different modern au! kazuhas at late night

a/n: for @ohmykazuha and @almondoufu's secret santa event! my elf is @kazewhara, hope you like it, zuzu ^^

cw: babe it's fluff again ofc it is also i call the reader zuzu bc this is for zuzu lmao

the convenience store guy who always seems to know what you're gonna get:

it's three am, and you're already opening the door to the place you always go to when you're hit with midnight cravings. three am, and you're already excitedly looking at the counter, waiting to see if he's here. three am, and he greets you with his usual, calm smile.

"hello there" he slightly whispers "the usual, right?" he points towards the coffee machine. you smile his way; "you got it, sir!" and head for your usual snacks. you could navigate the place with your eyes closed, doesn't take you much time to find your favorite cookies. you hurry to the employee.

"here it is... um..." a realization hits you "huh. i never learnt your name". he giggles at your realized expression, handing you your drink, "well, neither do i know yours, dear, and here we are", he highlights. "do you think it necessary, to know each other's names?" he questions, silver hair glimmering under the led lights. "hmmm... do you?", you retaliate. "pffft- no, not really" he smiles your way, knowingly "knowing your order is enough for me"

as your neighbor who also needed a moment on the rooftop:

it's two am, and you hear the door to the rooftop being opened behind you. two am, and you're already scrambling for your drink and an excuse for being there without an explanation. two am, and you realize that it's just the cute guy that lives next door that also decided to come out.

"oh. good evening." he greets, politely. "zuzu, correct?" you nod quietly. "i'm... i'm kaedehara. your neighbor." he awkwardly let out. you snicker, "yeah, i know. that's probably why you know my name." your grin only grows wider at his fluster in response to your words.

"a-ah, well... mind if i sit here too" he questions, pointing to the space besides you, "i could use a breath of fresh air and a nice view", flashing a smile your way. you roll your eyes, endeared, "sure thing. i could use a breath of fresh air and some company."

as your best friend, who runs to have fun with you at late hours of the night:

it's one am, and you're running towards the swings, giggling. one am, and you look back to see kazuha run past you, laughing out something along the lines of "you're too slow!", one am, and you realize that he got to your favorite swing before you could.

you all but throw yourself on the swing besides his, playfully punching him on the shoulder. "hey! i was supposed to sit there, zuha" you reclaim. he smirks at you; "should've been faster then." you decide you'll get back at him on the seesaw.

"you're sure you don't mind getting dragged to some... random, empty playground at one am, right?" you inquire, once you regain your breath. "i..." you mumble, "i wouldn't want to bore you..." you trail off at the end of your sentence, but it's enough for him to look at you with slight worry in his eyes. "what? no, of course not! i mean..." pale cheeks gain a pink tinge as he continues "i would much rather be here with you than anywhere else" you look into his eyes, surprised. "even though i keep on interrupting whatever midnight routine you have?" you giggle, laugh quieting down at the sincere look in his eyes. "why, of course."

"you are, after all, my favorite part of the night."

song that the title comes from that. has nothing to do. with the actual drabble lmao.

[keokomi]

FIRST SNOWFALL ( 2021, MERRY CHRISTMAS JIA! )

i think every little thing you do makes me fall for you even more. (or, painfully cliche tropes and simply being in the presence of one another has always been enough.)

diluc ragnvindr x genderneutral reader

warnings : fluff, sfw, diluc isn't safe from slander, even on christmas /j , special format for this heh

a note : merry christmas @ohmykazuha !! thank you for always checking up on me and for laughing at my dumb jokes HAHAH ilu !! — keo.

learning how to bake gingerbread men.

diluc ragnvindr knows how to cook, but he does not bake. in his defense, he's watched the maids make a cake for him as child but baking it himself has never crossed his mind until now. until you showed up with the dreaded kiss the cook frilly apron and cookie cutters in hand.

you swear you could see him visibly age a few years at the thought of it, yet he says yes anyway. diluc ragnvindr will never tell you that the only reason he was so willing was because of the smile you give him—you smile at him and it feels like he'd give you the universe if you asked.

it starts off well! atleast, well enough. diluc far too keen on following the recipe to a t. smudges of cookie batter end up on your face, and diluc tries to wipe it away after licking his thumb, but you only squeal and retaliate by throwing flour in his face. the rooms a mess as you start decorating the cookies, watching diluc make a cookie that looks far too similar to a certain pirate. for once, he doesn't let the maids clean up—instead choosing to clean with you, humming old songs under his breath.

legally blonde – take it like a man.

"are you sure this looks ... okay?" diluc sighs as he looks in the mirror, cringing at how, formal, he looks. he should be used to this, with the amount of times he's had to dress up for guests and meetings—and he would be used to it, if it weren't for you coming with him.

"okay? you look more than okay!" you smile up at him, and he nearly forgets what he's doing as you move to adjust his tie. he's staring. he can feel it yet he can't look away—can you blame him?

you pat him on the shoulders, pulling off a loose thread as he looks down at you. "you look hot." you snicker under your breath and diluc's sure he hasn't seen anything better—you, he means. not the reflection in the mirror.

"it's still me." diluc raises an eyebrow at you, a smile threatening to tug at the corners of his lips.

"that's the best part—its you, but now the outside reflects what's always been you. i wouldn't change that for the world."

keokomi — do not repost, translate, etc.

[aur6lia]

—secret santa by @ohmykazuha && @almondoufu !! to my secret elf, @almond-adeptus, happy holidays! ૮₍ °´ ˘ ` ° ₎ა

[astarriscus]

ARGHGAHWBWJBDAK RBING THIS SO LATE BUT HELLOOOOO !! AHEMEMOQBDO WHAHEB AOJjsbowz iajs /pos

pls holy heck gosh i loved this so much am vv happy that this was my gift ,,, twas so cute and fluffy so im just. whahdbajbekwjwowjalwakslad giddy and all hehe BUT YES. i wont ramble too much but goshwgehwbekna im vv thankful for this ToT <//3

a late merry christmas once more to you mia ! happy holidays and happy new year hehehe <333

Christmas, Cuddles and Cats | Kazuha, Thoma

Warning: none(SFW), probably something I missed

Pairing: Kazuha X Fem!Reader X Thoma

Mia's Notes: This story was written for @astarriscus as a part of @ohmykazuha 's secret Santa 21. I am so glad I could be a part of this event uwu

Merry Christmas Astria! Your secret santa was meeeee!! And yes it was a very wise decision to not post the ask with the link lmao I did not think of that ehe- have a wonderful day sweetie <3

Merry Christmas everyone and Happy Reading!!

WC: 1.3k

“Thoma is taking a lot of time to come back. I wonder what he’s doing.” You thought out loud while hanging ornaments on the branches of your Christmas tree, the needles of it covered in a snow-white garland.

A pair of red wool covered arms wrapped around your torso from behind, swaying you from side to side with the most delicate movements. “I’m sure he has a good reason for being late. Thoma is a very punctual person. If he isn’t here, it must have been a matter of the star colliding.” Kazuha voice, along with the sweet kiss on your cheek, calmed all your worries.

“You’re right. I supposed my concerns are baseless.” You chuckled dryly, turning around in your lover’s embrace to hug him back, pressing your nose into his maple scented sweater. A delicate kiss found its way to your forehead, a kiss laced with pure love and happiness to have you in his embrace. You pulled away and beamed at the plating, blonde, catching sight of his sober smile.

The loud bang of the front door opening, followed by howling winds and the resounding sound of the door slamming shut, grabbed your attention. You and Kazuha shared a puzzled look before walking into the main hallway.

“I’m home!!” A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you heard your second boyfriend’s voice call from the hall. Kazuha chuckled with a shake of his head when the taller blond male poked his head in the doorway of the living room, giving the two of you his charming boyish smile.

Before you could scold him for worrying you, he cleared his throat, finally showing the rest of him, a cardboard box in his arms. “And I brought a friend.” Something rustled in the box, soft whimper like sounds emerging inside the tattered, brown package. Curiously, you walked closer, Kazuha being but a breath behind you, peeking over your shoulder.

When the flap of the cardboard box was lifted, you squeaked in delight and gushed over the shivering kitten curled up in the corner. “Oh, you poor little thing.” You cooed, carefully brushing the rough fur of the kitten’s back, smiling to yourself as the little being reciprocated by shuffling closer to your warmth.

Thoma placed the box on the ground, giving you the chance to pick the delicate cat from its uncomfortable spot and place it on your lap as you sat cross-legged on the floor. “Thoma look! I think it likes me!” You giggled at the kitten digging its nose into the fabric of your sweater.

“How can it not like you. You’re one of the sweetest people on the planet.” Your lover complimented, kneeling to kiss your hairline before making a beeline to the Christmas tree, finishing up with the decorations you had started.

“Where did you find this little one?” Kazuha asked, stroking the cat’s twitching ears. “The poor thing was freezing out the roadside on my way home. And I couldn’t let him spend Christmas alone.” Thoma smiled at the sight, you and Kazuha showering a baby cat with love and attention.

“That was very sweet of you Thoma.” You leaned over to rub your nose against the kitten’s tummy, feeling your heart warm up at him giggle like meows. “Come on, let’s all sit on the couch. We’ll be far more comfortable and warm there.” Kazuha offered to you and Thoma, standing up from where he sat beside you.

Thoma nodded and skipped to the couch, flopping on the side closest to the fireplace. Of course he’d do that, he must have been freezing from his walk back home. Kazuha and you followed suit, you seating yourself between the two males you loved to the ends of the world. Your new kitty friend was perched on your lap, stretching his back and enjoying the emitted heat from the fire.

You wished you could keep playing with the kitten, but it seemed like Kazuha wanted to give some love to the little animal as well, seeing how he very delicately lifted the animal from your lap and placed it on his own, shifting around to find the perfect position.

Your ears and cheeks felt warm when you caught on to why Kazuha was moving around on the couch so much; he was laying his head on your lap and sprawling on the couch, the little cat resting on the shorter boy’s chest and falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. On your other side, Thoma rested his head on your shoulder and his arms circled your waist, strumming against the fluffy wool of your sweater before intertwining with one of your hands. Your other one seeking to untangle Kazuha’s messy locks, dragging your fingertips in his hair.

A warm cuddle session on the couch, with the fireplace cackling and the tree glimmering with the fairy lights. What more could you ask for on a cold Christmas night such as tonight.

“So what shall we name the little one?” Kazuha spoke in a whisper while stroking the cat’s ears, eyes shut as he was enjoying the relaxing movements of your fingers massaging his scalp. You hummed in thought before poking your nose against Thoma’s cheek, the boy having limped against you while enjoying your embrace.

“Y/N should be the one to pick the name.” Thoma murmured, kissing your cheek and brushing his fingers over your knuckles and you gasped in mock betrayal. Kazuha giggled in agreement, chuckling as you hummed loudly to grab your lovers’ attention. During your playfulness, an idea clicked in your head.

You leaned down and brushed Kazuha’s bangs out of his hair, connecting your lips with his forehead in a small kiss. “What if we named the cat Tama?” Kazuha’s eyes sparkled at the happy memories he had with his friend, one who really loved kittens. You remembering such a detail had his heart swelling in the most wonderful ways.

“Tama sounds wonderful. What do you think Thoma?” A cherry red gaze met an emerald green one, both pairs of eyes glittering at the thought of their old friend. Thoma smiled and nodded. “See, my suggestion of letting Y/N pick the name was a good idea.” He huffed in pride.

You laughed at how adorable your boyfriends were being, shifted your body to quickly peck Kazuha’s lips before turning your face to brush your lips against Thoma’s. The two of them sighed in happiness, their cheeks visibly tinting pink in the warm amber glow of the fire.

Thoma’s fingers ran along your chin, tilting you to face him once again so that he could give you a kiss, a kiss enough to express his love for you. His kiss was slow and warm, it felt like the welcoming caress of the winter sun, so soft. The way the sun rays danced along the snow, Thoma’s lips moulded against yours, leading your slow dance. Even though barely a brush of his lips against yours, your heart started thumping wildly in your chest. When you pulled away, the two of you were panting softly, giggling like teenage lovers.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas Thoma.”

A tug to your sweater made you whirl your head to your other lover, a tiny pout adorning his lips. “Don’t I get a kiss as well?” You laughed at his childishness, dropping your face to kiss his lips. He slanted his head to perfectly capture your lips in between his. His finger brushed your stray hair behind your ear as he kissed you. The kiss of his was one of his most beautiful poems, lips singing haikus of praise against yours. Even when you tried parting to breathe, he chased your mouth, feeling empty without the sensation of your lips being connected. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing his orbs hidden behind his lashes.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas Kazuha.”

And with the Christmas moon shining high up in the sky, the faint bells ringing in the distance and the silent breaths of sleeping people, you stayed in the embrace of your two favourite boys.

Three, the sleeping kitten now had an equal hold on your heart.

[ajaxeology]

A Constellation and Fragrances - Childe

Summary: Florist/Tattoo artist!AU. You're the owner of a tattoo parlour and you catch feelings for a particular ginger from the flower shop that opened next to your shop a while ago.

Word count: 1.6k

Pairing(s): Childe x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

c/w: possibly slightly suggestive scene included

Cross-posted on AO3

note: Merry Christmas @bumbleklee !! I'm your secret santa for @/ohmykazuha and @/almondoufu's secret santa. I'm sorry that I took a while! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope that you enjoy this too. Thank you so much to @thomacrumbs for beta-ing this, I like the story so much better now <3

You still can’t believe a flower shop opened by four charming men opened next to your humble tattoo parlour. Their wooden signboard hangs in front of their store for almost a year, ‘DCKZ’ engraved in it.

Zhongli is the one who opens up the shop daily. Whenever you’re opening your parlour for the day, he’s putting the flowers out onto the storefront. It takes a while for him to notice you. When he does, he offers you a cordial smile. He apologises, “Excuse me, I was too absorbed inspecting the flowers. Good morning, [name].”

Sometimes, Diluc is the one who shows up to open the store instead. Diluc only gives you a polite greeting. But you can’t help but also appreciate Diluc for how he checks up on you through the glass door of your parlour.

There’s also Childe. He’s not too early, but he’s not tardy either. When he has morning shifts, the bell hanging on your door rings before your opening hours. He sticks his head through the gap and waves, giving you a hearty greeting. You remember almost releasing your anger on the poor dude on his first day.

That day, you sat behind the cashier, looking at documents sprawled all over your desk. The bell rang and you were pretty sure it wasn’t time to open yet. There’s a ledge that blocks your view from the door at the counter, so you don’t see who’s in. You restrained yourself from slamming the counter, but you failed.

A flabbergasted (but also unbelievably charming) ginger you didn’t recognise stood at the door. He wore an apron with ‘DCKZ’ embroidered in it. A ‘hi’ toppled out of his mouth and hung in the air. It took a while for you to register that he was from the new flower shop beside your parlour that opened the day before.

He was slinking away before you apologised for your outburst in a frenzy. He let out a sigh of relief and introduced himself as Childe. He laughed, saying that Diluc wouldn’t have let him live it down if he had made any trouble for you.

The bell-ringing becomes something that you’ve looked forward to daily. You can’t help but feel disappointed if it doesn’t.

Childe is usually the last one to leave. Their shop closes at the same time as yours, so the two of you have dinner together often. Those dinners showed you that Childe isn’t the innocent, awkward guy you met on his first day.

Ventures to eateries outside your all-too-familiar neighbourhood, rating shopfronts that both of you passed and terrorising imaginary children at playgrounds close to midnight. He gives you moments that would have never happened if you were on your own.

You don’t catch on about your feelings until the day you notice him smelling like the flowers he grows.

It’s only under the umbrella you realise sharing one with Childe feels different. Throughout the walk to the bus stop, you steal glances at the seemingly tiny gap between you and him.

You catch whiffs of peonies in the sultry smell of the rain. The smell baits your mind, reeling its attention to the man beside you. You don’t look at him, but you can’t shake off how close he is to you.

When he tugs your arm, you shriek and you slip on the wet pavement. The road beside is still and you don’t hear footsteps on the pavement. The fallen umbrella conceals both of your faces from a side of the world. You hover atop of him with your palm pushed flat on the pavement, your arms straight and stiff. Your lips linger above his. His eyes become an inescapable black hole.

You think that he’ll drop some snarky lines. An ‘Oh, if you wanted to kiss me you could say so.’ But you see him lean towards you instead. Your breath hitches.

“Do you mind?”

It comes from behind the umbrella and both of you scurry to sit up as the passerby walks away. Childe coughs, getting up himself before he helps you up.

Neither of you brings up the incident, but you hope it sits heavily in the back of his mind. It wouldn’t be fair if you’re the only one gripped by it.

The last member of DCKZ, Kaeya, is probably tardy more than he should be. You always see his sprinting silhouette pass your shop through the glass door. Though, when he’s not in a rush, he waves at you through the glass. If a particular member of your staff is in, he shoots them a wink as well.

Lately, other than the winks that Kaeya sends to your fellow tattoo artist, he’s been giving you arch smiles.

It plants the thought that Kaeya has caught on to your feelings for Childe. Sometimes, Kaeya closes up the shop with Childe, so he comes along for the dinners.

You act nonchalant but deep down you wonder when and where in the world you’ve let it slip. You are sure you’ve kept your feelings in check such that no one else would know about it.

Weighing the pros and cons of confronting Kaeya, you decide to dig for information from him when you get the chance.

After work, you meet up with Childe. He opens his mouth to talk, but you ask him about Kaeya’s shifts before he could say anything. You think you see a slight change in his expression, but you pay no mind to it as you note down Kaeya’s working hours on your phone.

On the way to dinner, you remember that he wanted to say something to you.

“What did you want to say earlier?”

“I wanted to ask how the Monoceros Caeli tattoo I asked for is going.”

“Oh! I’m almost done with it. I can show you the design later.”

He perks up and purses his lips together.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, no, nothing.”

You plead to the archons that no one else does anything that you can’t fathom.

It snows heavily after dinner. You realise you forget to bring an umbrella and Childe insists that you share one with him. You protest but he takes your wrist and pulls you under the umbrella. Your arm bumps into his and your breath catches in your throat. After a while, both of you fall into pace with each other.

The smell of roses emanating off him makes you giddy. You want nothing more than to hook your arm around his and intertwine your fingers with his. Do his lips taste like flowers too?

You don’t get an answer, but he calls your name to shake you out of your daze. He asks to book an appointment to get the tattoo done in the next week before Christmas.

“Yeah, sure. But why’d you want the last slot for the day?”

He takes his eyes off you and they wander for a moment. When he answers you, he doesn’t look at you either.

“I’d just like to help out at the shop a little more.

“Who knew you were so hardworking?”

In the days between, you make constant revisions to your design. You can’t shake the thought of him taking off his shirt.

You still can’t even up till Childe sits down on the chair and he takes off his shirt. You pinch yourself, reminding yourself how you forbid messing up his tattoo. You wanted to gift it to him after all.

Your eyes trail down his freckled, muscular back. When he relaxes in his seat, he tells you to start whenever you’re ready. Your gloved hand touches his skin tentatively as if you’re touching a diamond you can never pay off.

It took a while (and a bit of threatening Childe to keep quiet because his whining makes you want to melt), but you're glad you finished his tattoo the way you wanted.

He puts on his shirt when you’re done with this tattoo and dashes out of your shop. You’re mildly concerned he didn’t take his coat but it wouldn’t be much of a problem if he returned soon. You clean up the station while waiting for him.

The door bell rings. You look up to find him with a bouquet of roses.

“Will you go out with me?”

You don’t realise how long you haven’t spoken until he sighs.

“Man, is it true you like Kaeya?”

“Huh?”

“He thinks you like him and you asked about his shifts the other day. He said he was gonna confess on Christmas Day so obviously I had to do it before him.”

You finally get all the smug grins that Kaeya has been giving you.

“Archons, Childe, I like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you idiot. You’re getting this tattoo free from me.”

“Then…”

His arm slides around your waist as if he’s touching the fragile glass. His eyes study your face to check if he’s crossed a boundary. When you don’t pull away, he continues, “Will you accept these flowers and let me kiss you then? I think you’ve made me wait long enough.”

You snatch the flowers out of his hands in mock anger to hide your embarrassment. You nod anyway and he gives you a feather-light kiss on your lips.

“Archons, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

“How long?”

“Since the day you fell atop of me with your ragged breaths and the tattoo on your arm peeking out of your sleeve.”

You lean closer towards him and he closes the gap.

He pulls away, whispering against your lips, “You’re one of the greatest gifts I’ve gotten in my life, [name].”

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All likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[ohmykazuha]

the secret santa event goes live tonight! 😉 to all participants, make sure to have your anon asks ON so that your santa can talk to you!

[ohmykazuha]

we'll be delivering your pairings for the secret santa on anon now! remember to keep your anon asks on until the end of december <3

[ohmykazuha]

we’ll be giving out the secret santa pairings today! look out in your inbox 😉

[ohmykazuha]

secret santa FAQ.

1. what do i do if my santa hasn't reached out to me?

let me know who you are, and i'll check with them.

2. when's the deadline for the gifts?

19-25th december! communicate with your elf if you need more time.

3. hey, my elf hasn't answered my question. what do i do?

again, let me know who you are and their @. i'll check with them.

4. do we write character x gn reader or our elf inside?

check with your elf! :)

[ohmykazuha]

Hey! I have a question about the Secret Santa Event, is there a minimum word count for the stories that we write? Thank you!

not really, but try not to make it too short if possible! :"D but i understand if you can't write a lot either. check with your elf!

[ohmykazuha]

Jia!! do you guys plan on making a masterlist for the secret santa? I've only seen a few people post theirs so far :(

sorry there won't be a masterlist! not everyone tags me in their creations. alternatively, you can search for ohmykazuha secret santa or #the super duper cool secret santa 2021 to search for works (if people have tagged it as that!)