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DECEMBER ONESHOTS - Genshin Impact

these were written by me, some accompanied by amazing art by some cool people!! go check em out!

some of the art is not completed, but i wanted to make sure to post this on christmas. i’ll add the art when it’s done!

they’re all modern aus, all focused on a ship :)

happy holidays and merry christmas!!

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FREMINET HATES PARTIES

freminet attends quite a few gatherings for his siblings, and meets an interesting boy

pairings: freminet/scaramouche

i drew this art :))

It is December 21st, and Freminet Foyer is going to pass out.

He sits in the corner of the party, clutching a red plastic cup and trying to remember how to breathe.

Sure, he could go try to find one of his siblings to help de-stress, but Lynette is busy explaining something to Charlotte and Lyney is surrounded by fans.

Perhaps the worst part of having famous siblings was the events they’d get you caught up in.

Ever since the twins had gone viral for their magic trick videos, their lives have been full of media interviews, paparazzi, sponsorships, and, perhaps the worst of all, Christmas parties.

Social anxiety is a curse. But at least he’s not the center of attention. There’s an aspect of comfort that comes with being known only as “the Foyer twin’s little brother.” You never have pressure to be anything more.

Except tonight, he’s been noticed.

“Hey, mind if I hang over here?”

Freminet looks up, and looses his breath.

Perhaps the most beautiful person Freminet has ever seen is standing there. Pale skin framed with dark purple hair, and deep lavender-blue eyes. His dark eyeliner and red eyeshadow are perfectly done, and his outfit is graceful and androgynous.

“Enjoying the view?” the strange boy laughs, and Freminet notices he has been staring.

“S-sorry- I’m- I’m not very good at this kind of… of thing…”

“You’re fine. Trust me, you’re one of the most normal people I’ve seen tonight. Wanna get a beer? Your cup is empty.”

Freminet blushes. “N-no thanks, I’m 16-“

The stranger laughs again. It’s a disturbing sound, eerily enticing. “I’m 17, but you don’t see that stopping me. Hey, no pressure if you don’t want any, though. Kudos to you for making good decisions.”

You know what? Fuck it. Father never seemed to care when the twins came back hammered. Freminet gave a slight smile and grabbed a can from the table, downing it in three sips.

“Wow, impressive. I’m Scara. Scara Raiden. I’m only here because my mother and her wife are rich shitheads, and any excuse to tarnish their reputation must be taken.”

The younger man was slightly taken aback. Scara was… opinionated. And loud about it. But not in the way Lyney was, being open as a way to sweet talk into getting his way. No, Scara seemed to be brash simply for the sake of being brash.

Freminet wondered if he was single.

He opened his mouth to ask Scara for his number…

And vomited onto the hardwood floor, barely missing Scara.

Oh god. Oh god, Freminet can’t breathe.

“Oh shit, are you alright?! Is it okay if I touch your arm?”

Freminet nods. Strange, for the circumstance, but the asking of consent for contact was nice. If only he hadn’t thrown up and made a complete idiot of himself.

Scara leads him outside and sits next to him on the cool stone steps, rubbing circles on his back.

“Wow, you can’t hold your liquor, can you?”

Freminet shakes his head. His voice comes out hoarse. “No. I mean, I don’t really drink… but my siblings do, and you seemed impressed…”

Scara scoffs. “Dude, you don’t need to impress me. I mean, I saw you having a panic attack and looking lost and alone, and I still came over. It’s kind of obvious that I think you’re cute.”

Wait. He. So. He’d been flirting the whole time?!

It’s Scara’s turn to go red. “I… I mean- I would… I’d like to get to know-“

“What’s your number?” Freminet blurts.

Scara grins, and looks at the door frame above them. “Huh. Mistletoe. If you hadn’t just puked your guts out, I’d ask to kiss you.”

“If I hadn’t just puked my guts out, I’d say yes.”

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DIRECTIONALLY CHALLENGED

navia attempts to prove herself to her wife by answering once and for all: can gays drive?

pairings: navia/clorinde

the lovely @eternal-moss made the art!!

apologies for spelling mistakes, my phone really wanted to correct clorinde to chlorine 😭😭😭

It is December 22nd, and Navia Rosula is definitely not lost.

At least, that’s what she is reassuring her wife.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Clorinde asks again, as Navia takes yet another right turn.

“Yes! I’ve been this way, like, 6 times!”

“Never at night. While it’s snowing.”

Clorinde had her there. Navia sighs, and pulls over, dirty blond hair spilling over the dashboard as she rests her head on the black leather steering wheel.

“Fine- I’m lost. I’ve just… I usually have all these chauffeurs and drivers, being the daughter of a wealthy father and all… and I… I really wanted to prove to you that I can do something for myself! I don’t want to let you down, not on our first Christmas as wives!”

Clorinde smiles. “First of all, I know you can do things. You’re one of the most capable people I know. And secondly, I’m an atheist and you’re Jewish. Christmas doesn’t have some kind of Hallmark meaning to me. Or you.”

Navia sniffles. “I know… but, I thought you really wanted to go to this party…”

Clorinde laughs. “‘Via, I have no interest in milling around with a bunch of rich kids. What do you say we call it a night, and go home? You can call Meluse and Silver right now, and they can order us a pizza?”

Navia smiles. “I’d like that, yeah.”

Clorinde pecks her cheek. “Oh, and one more thing?”

“Yes?”

“Let me drive.”

“…fine.”

—-

ZHONGLI IS A GOOD DAD

in which xiao gives childe a chance

pairings: zhongli/childe, zhongli is xiao dad

art by the amazingly talented @nickwildelvr !!

It is December 23rd, and Zhongli Lapis-Morax is about to potentially destroy his relationship with his son.

6 days ago, Ajax proposed. It was…magical. They were at a nice Italian restaurant, Zhongli’s favorite place in town. A ring, miraculously in his glass.

For 6 days, Zhongli has been filled with a flood of joy, hope… and anxiety.

Zhongli had adopted a four-year-old Xiao 11 years ago, from an abusive home. The boy was fearful and distant, and when he did finally become close to Zhongli, he stayed unsure of anyone else. Especially grown men.

Xiao also despised Ajax. Though this was completely unrelated to his traumatic past, Zhongli still wanted to give his son as much grace as possible when it came to new adjustments.

But they’d been together for almost two years. And the only improvement in Xiao’s attitude was that he was no longer frightened of his father’s partner, and felt perfect fine insulting him to his face.

And still, Ajax, sweet, understanding Ajax, had kept trying and trying to make a real connection.

He’d asked when Zhongli planned on telling his son, just last night. They were laying in bed, Ajax scrolling through his phone and Zhongli comfortably nestled with his head in the crook of his neck, face pressed against unruly ginger locks. Zhongli changed subject immediately.

And it’s been 6 days. 6 days since Zhongli made a long-term commitment. 6 days that he has avoided his son.

3:45 pm. Every other Sunday at 3:45, Zhongli picks up Xiao from his practice with his rock band. Their music is not amazing, but anything that makes his son happy makes Zhongli happy.

Xiao is waving goodbye to his friend (Whst was his name?? Aether??) when Zhongli pulls up at the house. The teen hurries over, the green highlights in his dark hair glinting in the sun. Zhongli had been opposed to the dye at first, but had grown to enjoy the look. It was really the only color that Xiao would wear, anyway.

Xiao smiles at his father, but avoids his attempts for a hug, grumbling something under his breath. He climbs into the passenger seat of the old silver minivan, and immediately pulls out his phone.

After a minute of driving in silence, Zhongli musters up his courage to raise the subject.

“Xiao, dear, could I have your attention for a short while?”

Xiao looks up. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

Zhongli takes a deep breath, and pulled over to the side of the road.

This is it. Xiao is never going to speak to him again.

“…I know you dislike Ajax…”

Xiao groans.

“Xiao… please-“

Xiao scoffs. “Whatever you want to lecture me about isn’t really that important, is it? Just let me be-“

“Ajax asked me to marry him!”

Silence.

Dead silence.

“Ajax asked me to marry him, and I… I said yes. He… he makes me happy, Xiao. Please. For me. For Christmas. Give him a chance?”

Xiao stayed silent.

Zhongli closed his eyes. Oh god, Xiao is so upset. How was he going to fix this??

Without warning, Xiao leaned across the seat and hugged him. Zhongli was taken aback, but quickly pulled Xiao closer.

The teen mumbled something into his father’s chest.

“Hmm?”

“For you. I’ll give him a chance, for you.”

Zhongli grinned, eyes brimming with tears. It was going to be okay. They were going to be okay.

—-

KAVEH NEEDS A HUG (tw for suicidal ideation/attempt)

in the end, alhaitham will always be there for him

pairings: alhaitham/kaveh

art by the epic@kavehboobs !!

It is December 24th, and Kaveh Singh is going to kill himself.

It’s not really a solid plan. But he’s alone, half-drunk, and he doesn’t think Alhaitham is coming home.

The cold two-room apartment is dark. Its vacant. The marble kitchen counter casts a cool shadow on the tall tan walls. The blond shivers, and tightens his grip on the half empty bottle of wine.

Alhaitham isn’t home. Alhaitham promised to be home by 6 pm, or to call. Alhaitham never changes his plans. Alhaitham left him on read.

It hits him like a slap. He’s alone. Alhaitham isn’t coming home. He’s finally had enough, and left Kaveh to rot. On Christmas eve.

Kaveh doesn’t want to wake up on Christmas alone. And so he has a date with a bottle of pills.

And yet… he hesitates. Because he is a coward, because he is brave, he doesn’t know.

He’s crying. Typical Kaveh. That’s what ‘Haitham would say if he were here. Typical pathetic Kaveh.

The architect lets out a choked sob. 11:45 pm. It’s going to be Christmas in 15 minutes. In 15 minutes, he’s going to do it.

Kaveh hears a car pull up in the driveway.

The doorbell rings.

The lock clicks.

The door swings opens, and a tall dark figure with soft gray hair steps in.

Haitham.

Alhaitham must be here to get his things.

“Kaveh, I apologize for my lateness, I- …have you been crying?”

Kaveh sniffs, and ignores his boyfriend. Alhaitham doesn’t get the hint, and his eyes fall on the bottle of pills.

“Kaveh, what the hell- why do you-“

It clicks. Alhaitham silently grabs the orange canister and the drink. Kaveh feels strong arms wrap around his shaking body.

“Kaveh… love…”

Kaveh whips his head around. “Why didn’t you call?! I thought you’d left me! I- I thought-“

Alhaitham sighs. “My phone died, love. I would never leave you. Listen to me, I swear it on my life.”

Kaveh laughs, watery and shrill.

“My god, I’m an idiot. You’re dating an idiot, you know that?”

Alhaitham kisses his temple. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Can you be safe to stay at home? Will you let me take care of you?”

Kaveh nods into Alhaitham’s shoulder.

“Hey… it’s midnight…”

“Merry Christmas, Kaveh, you dumbass.”

“Merry Christmas. Now kiss me, please.”

—-

VENTI STOPS HIMSELF FROM COMMITTING A MURDER

after kaeya leaves venti and diluc his cat to take care of, things go south fast.

pairings: diluc/venti

art by the amazing @peachtaglia !!

It is December 25th, and Venti Ragdnvindr needs an allergy pill.

He is this close, this close to grabbing his brother-in-law’s blasted cat and hurling it out the window. But that would probably make him sneeze more.

It is a cute cat. A russian blue, 2 years old, named Alexandria, Kaeya had proudly told them when he dropped her off yesterday evening. Venti wishes he’d just brought the cat with him on his trip to the mountains, but the Dragonspine Ski Lodge doesn’t allow pets, and his husband does owe Kaeya a favor.

And so it’s Christmas. 6 am. He should be asleep. Or having a sleepy holiday morning makeout session with Diluc. Or opening gifts with the housestaff.

However, he can’t really do anything at the moment. As there is a cat sitting squarely on his chest, staring into him with its beady little eyes. The Ragdnvindr’s portie, Dvalin, is still curled at their feet. That’s just great. When Venti finally needs a brave guard dog, Dvalin seems to have no problem dozing away. But when he hears a doorbell ring on the TV, he’s ready to rip someone’s head off.

Diluc is still asleep, deep red hair splayed on the pillow beside Venti. His chest rises and falls, peaceful. He’s wearing a gag gift from his brother that reads “I SAVED MONDSTADT AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS SWEATER.” Venti doesn’t want to wake him.

But unfortunately, he sneezes. Diluc grumbles and sits up, sighing.

“Merry Christmas, Ven-“

“Diluc. The cat is going to kill me, Diluc.”

“…What?”

The evil creature yawns, and stretches. Venti shrieks.

“Hon, it’s just a little kitten. Want me to move her?”

Venti shakes his head, and sneezes again. “NO!! Don’t touch it! It’s not safe!”

Diluc roles his eyes and smiles, reaching for the cat.

With a yowel, she launches herself at the couple, claws bared. Venti tries to scream, but instead falls into a fit of sneezing.

By the time they manage to put the cat in her cage, Venti’s nose is red and both him and Diluc are covered in scratches.

Diluc, surprisingly, laughs.

“Well, that was certainly some way to start Christmas. Wanna go back to bed?”

Venti grins. “That sounds lovely.”

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again, merry christmas and thanks for checking this out!! so much love and thanks to @peachtaglia @eternal-moss @nickwildelvr @kavehboobs for making stunning art <33

hope y’all enjoyed!!

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