#cecilxa winter special!

[cecilxa]

how stupid it must be to get unwell (fall in love)

summary: scaramouche takes care of a special someone

contents: scaramouche being dumb about his feelings, use of both scaramouche + wanderer, sick fic, reader is sick, established relationship, fluff, gn!reader

cw: small scara threat, food

recommend listening to: i <3 u by boy pablo

a/n: part 3 of my winter special!

“Idiot.”

A pout forms on your face.

“It’s not my fault I got sick!”

You then proceed to let out a series of coughs, each one more violent than the last. Scaramouche scowls.

“You're an actual moron. You’re not supposed to be talking. Save all that energy for when you can actually utter a sentence properly. You need to get better.”

With how harsh he sounds, any onlooker would’ve thought that this man despises you. Quite the opposite, actually. You can hear his voice soften, by a fraction.

“I swear, get better soon, otherwise I won’t hesitate to strike you down myself.”

When you reply with another cough, his eyes gleam, and a hand comes to stroke your head softly, allowing two of his fingers to twirl a strand of your hair. In a much more comforting tone (at least, for him), he places a bowl of soup on your lap, making sure none of it spills onto your skin.

“Now, eat this before I make you.”

You reply with a teasing lilt.

“Okay, ‘Wanderer’, I guess if I want to get better.”

It’s almost comical how you can see his jaw tense up at the use of his current alias, spare fist clenching at his side. He tsks.

“You know, I’ve told you again and again, you don’t have to call me that. Call me whatever you want.”

His voice goes down an octave, and it’s fairly obvious how he’s sporting a subtle pink blush on his otherwise pale cheeks. You decide not to comment on it.

The hand stroking your hair pauses, and comes down to the spoon currently sitting in the bowl of soup he had personally made for you. You know this.

What you don’t know is that it took him an hour to find the perfect recipe, the one that you said reminded you of home. You don’t know how it had taken him an hour to actually make it, displeased with each attempt, deeming each one ‘too mediocre’ for your tastebuds. He had finally settled on the one currently sitting on your lap, but not without his own touch. A tiny, minuscule heart (made out of some leftover cream) settled slightly on the left, which- and he’s not proud of this- made his own race a bit faster. He’s not really sure why he added it, but he’s sure that it’d make you feel better. Oh well, he reasons, he doesn’t mind getting a bit romantic, as long as you’re happy.

Scaramouche may not want to admit it to himself, but there’s a tingly feeling in his chest, one that stings whenever he sees your stuffy nose and clammy hands. It’s that same tingly feeling he’s now experiencing, when he’s demanding you to eat your soup. It’s that same tingly feeling when he sees the little cream heart decorating the bland food. Scaramouche may not want to admit that what he feels is love.

“Open up.”

You look at him- shocked. He stares back- deadpan.

“Did I stutter?”

With a very flustered expression on your face, you take the spoon from him. He continues staring at you, patiently waiting. In only a few minutes the soup is gone. Even though you’ve finished the entire thing, he still frowns. However, you’ve been with him long enough to know this frown is the one reserved only for you. His eyes are caressing, gentle, caring, even though his mouth is turned down. It’s not turned down that much, either. It’s bordering on one of his quiet smiles when he thinks you aren’t looking.

Scaramouche sighs. He still hasn’t noticed how fond he sounds. He still hasn’t noticed how much adoration he carries for you.

“Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head, smiling up at him. He has to resist smiling back. There it is again, that tingling in his chest. How peculiar, it’s warm, so unfamiliar, yet so familial. He doesn’t think he wants it to go away.

He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. He lets it linger for a few seconds. Then, turning away, Scaramouche gets up to head out and clean the now-empty bowl, and spoon. Your voice stops him just as he gets to the door, making his head turn immediately, eyes full of concern.

“Love you, ‘Wanderer’.”

His grip on the bowl tightens, and his breath hitches.

“... Idiot.”

a/n: decided to try out a new layout for speech! undecided on whether or not i'll use it in the future? likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated ❣️

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche fluff #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #honestly i’m really confused on how to write his name now #wanderer just feels clunky??? #honestly these harbingers and their names 🙄 #jk scara or wanderer ily anyway #cecilxa winter special!

[cecilxa]

promises kept in snow

summary: kazuha has a knack for making things better

contents: hurt/comfort, hurt the reader is in is ambiguous (if you read between the lines insecurities about their relationship), fluffy though, gn!reader (beauty used as a describing factor), established relationship

cw: general sadness? (again hurt is ambiguous)

recommend listening to: angel by finneas (vibes)

a/n: first instalment of the winter series! check it out here :)

Kazuha usually notices the frosty glamour of the packed, white, snow. He usually notices the wisps of fog that billow out into the sky, out of your mouth. He usually notices the way his cheeks turn a rosy red, and the way you coo at them. But today, he’s too distracted by the way your eyes gloss over- too melancholic for his heart- to notice anything else. It’s not right, the look on your face, frown encapsulating your features in a way that makes him ache with guilt. 

It’s not even his fault, he thinks, yet he’s still thinking of ways to apologise. Apologise for how the snow couldn’t compare to your beauty; apologise for not treating you to a hot, steamed bun earlier that day, because he had wanted to surprise you with a home-cooked meal. But, he knows that these aren’t the reasons, so, instead of saying the simple word of, “sorry”, Kazuha tries to- and should- come up with a multitude of haikus. Only, he doesn’t know why you’re crying; he doesn’t know why you feel sorrow, when you only deserve joy. 

Kazuha can only fathom a few guesses, and even these seem unbelievable at best, preposterous at worst. His hands are growing cold, and the blush on his cheeks is getting worse. But, your eyes are still overflowing; you still haven’t stopped the sniffles from escaping your blocked nose, and Kazuha still hasn’t done anything. He sighs, tiredly- but fondly, and pulls the both of you down onto a wooden bench he had spotted earlier on the walk. 

You’re shivering, and your tears aren’t going to make it any better, so Kazuha takes it upon himself to remove his scarf, and wrap it around your neck, making sure to tuck it tightly enough, so that it’s warm and toasty, but not too much to choke you. You look adorable in his scarf, but he figures that now is not the time to comment; he does it much too often, anyway. One of his hands reaches out to clasp yours, briefly jolting from the cold. Once they’re fully entwined, his thumb begins to rub comforting circles on yours, gently and softly, just like his heart. 

He turns to look at you, eyes shining with adoration, even in your sorrowful state. He doesn’t know what’s bothering you, but sometimes saying something is better than saying nothing at all. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to tell me why you’re upset, but I want you to know that tears don’t suit your lovely face. The loveliest face, actually. You make me feel utterly safe, and whenever I see the sunrise alone, I can’t help but want to spend it with you. As long as the leaves fall, as the rain comes and goes, and as the snow keeps falling on the top of our heads, I will stay by your side. That is the role of a samurai, is it not?”

Kazuha knows these words come from the heart; he hopes you do too. But, just in case, he decides to further cement those words by giving you the softest, most caring smile he can. It doesn’t take much effort, though. He is talking to you, after all.

It makes your breath hitch. The smile he gives is so… wonderful. He’s so wonderful. Both of his eyes have turned upside down, into moon-shaped crescents, which makes no sense, as he seems as bright as the sun, mouth curving up so gracefully, and so filled with understanding and warmth, it could melt the dense snow that litters the frosty grass. Your eyes that were slowly drying up become glossy again, though now it’s because of Kazhua’s sugar-sweet words. You feel better, though.

“Promise?” Your voice calls out. 

Kazuha’s still looking at you. “Promise. Over, and over again.” 

Giving him a wobbly smile, you attack him with a hug. It holds more than you could ever say, his arms encircling your waist. He leans down, and whispers so softly in your ear, that you probably wouldn’t be able to hear normally. At this moment, however, it’s crystal clear. 

“I love you so much, never forget that.”

You don’t know how long you’ve been like that, embracing on a bench, snow slowly melting away, leaving mounds of slushy substance, between a solid and a liquid. However, all good things must come to an end, and Kazuha reluctantly lifts both of you up onto your feet, while settling one of his arms around your waist. Your eyes are still puffy, but there’s a brightness there that wasn’t present before. He smiles.

“You’ll catch a cold, sweetheart, let’s get you inside. I promise to make you some more of those buns you like, yeah?”

a/n: likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3 getting into the winter mood ❄️

#kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin hurt/comfort #genshin impact hurt/comfort #kazuha hurt/comfort #kazuha fluff #ahhhhh he seems so soft #kazuha my og poet #cecilxa winter special!

[cecilxa]

frosty fingers, melting man

summary: kaeya gets affectionate in the morning

contents: slight ooc (i have no excuse i just wanted to write soft kaeya) fluff, gn!reader, established relationship, he is down bad

cw: very slighty suggestive (?)

recommend listening to: heart to heart by mac demarco

a/n: second instalment for my winter special!

Kaeya groans. It’s too early in the morning for it to be cold, and you’re not cuddling with him, which makes it insurmountably worse. He reaches out an arm, seeking your warmth, and comes into contact with your back, your face turned away from his. Pouting a little- although his sharp tongue would never let you know this- he rubs his eyes, wanting to be able to see you better.

In your shared bed, even though you’re only about a metre away, it feels like a chasm’s width apart to Kaeya. Itching for your touch, he mutters a few incoherent (moreso, sleepy) words, and shuffles along the bed until he comes into contact with your body, experiencing a few shivers along the way. However, when he tries to clasp his arms around your torso, you shrug him off, still asleep, and tug the blanket surrounding you even tighter. His mouth gapes open, incredulous. His beloved not wanting to cuddle with him? His beloved not wanting to indulge in his presence? Unheard of. Sure, it’s cold, but is it really that cold? Too tired to comment on your rejection, he tries again. Again, you reject him. This repeats too many times before he starts getting desperate.

“You’ve left me no choice, darling. I’m sorry it had to come to this.”

He almost all but collapses right on top of you. Limbs encase your body, clinging onto you so tightly, it’s as if he would never want to let go. He doesn’t think he does. Happy now, he croons in delight, taking comfort in the place that is the crook of your neck, soft and satisfied, smile growing. Can’t move now, can you? You’re just so warm, a stark contrast to Kaeya’s natural coldness that surrounds him; you’re the perfect lovely heater for a nasty cold morning like this.

Eventually, you begin to wake up, and absentmindedly stroke his hair. It feels like you’re stroking a cloud; his hair’s so soft, extremely soft. Kaeya feels like he’s melting in your presence, arms gripping around you impossibly tighter, as he croons again. Nuzzling into your neck, his breath tickles your skin as he groans in delight, a smile still etched onto his face. He purrs, warmth against warmth.

When you finally let out a tentative, “Kaeya?”-voice still croaky from waking up- he swears that he hears angels sing. Instead of replying, he opts to press a few (note, a lot.) kisses along your shoulders, too sleepy to go further than your jaw. You yawn a bit, but manage to quietly chuckle at how affectionate he’s being, still stroking his hair. His kisses are light, but they somehow feel like molten candle wax. It feels like he’s savouring every taste he gets of you.

“Mmm, love you, baby.” Kaeya sleepily says, finally getting the energy to press a kiss on both of your cheeks, blush present on his. He’s looking at you with an unadulterated amount of adoration; it’s like he has hearts for pupils, which somehow still makes your heart race even after all those years. Another kiss on your cheeks; another one on your forehead; it seems that he’s never stopping. “Love. You. Loads. Darling.” He emphasises each word with a kiss.

You let out a soft laugh. “Love you too, Kaeya.”

“Mm, say that again, darling.” He flips you over, positions now switched. You’re laying on top of him, while he’s happily laying down on the comfy mattress. From this new viewpoint, you can truly see how adorable his lazy smile is, all for you. Both his arms settle on your back, tracing shapes and patterns on your skin, all while pecking your lips every so often, which never fails to make you smile. You’re getting a bit sleepy, too. He’s glad.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, you’re comfy.” Kaeya’s hand comes up to stroke your hair gently, another on your waist. You give him a small, “Mhm.”

His heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #cecilxa winter special! #men who are down bad <3

[cecilxa]

something so treasured, so loved

summary: xiao doesn't break promises, he cherishes memories instead.

contents: fluffy angst(?), bittersweet, established relationship, gn!reader, uh don't know how to put it lightly but the reader is deceased, changes from 3rd person pov to xiao's pov (main segment), then back

cw: death, see above for reader's status, tiny allusion to violence

recommend listening to: i love you so by the walters (one of my all time favourite songs)

a/n: part of my winter special! also i'm so so sorry this has absolutely nothing to do with winter (my fingers slipped)

A Yaksha named Alatus- a lover named Xiao- was never the sentimental type. But you changed him. He brings gifts, each with their own message. He hopes you’ll take the time to listen, for he would spend an eternity in the Abyss just to hear your voice again.

The First.

When you first met me, you weren’t scared like all the others. You were simply curious about who I was, either ignorant of my power or did not care that I could kill you in one, fleeting moment. Instead, I was the one intimidated. No one had ever treated me like that; I couldn’t help but want to know more about that new feeling you made me experience. I remember it clearly. A stormy day, clouds overcast, sun hidden behind all the grey, you could hear the thunder from all over Liyue. But you had decided to go outside. It was stupid decision; I still remember your coughs the next day. I got these Mist Flowers from Mondstadt, they remind me of the rain. 

The Second.

I don’t know how it happened, but you took down my shield. The shield I didn't know I even had. Rex Lapis said to me years ago that the simplest of things meant the greatest of moments, and I had not understood what he was saying until you held my hand. I was ashamed of how calloused and scarred mine were; I did not think that they were worthy of grasping yours. Instead, you kissed my knuckles and said that you were glad you had met me. I couldn’t look at you- as much as I wanted to- but I held your hand everytime we met after that. Some merchant was selling something that made your hands softer, and I thought of you. I probably should’ve bought it for myself, but I thought you would appreciate the gesture.

The Third.

One cloudy day, you said you liked Qingxin. I was taken off guard, but I wanted to see you happy. So I took you to the mountain peaks- fright evident on your face- but I held you tight, and when we got to the top, you were looking at the view. You could see the rolling mountains and hills, while the voices of the wind and birds drifted by. You said it was beautiful, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You never got to bring some Qingxin back, too distracted. But, I could still smell the scent of it weeks after. I visited that exact peak we went to, and it was like you were there with me; I could feel your hand in mine. They’re not the same anymore, but I managed to bring some back.

The Fourth.

You had a necklace made for yourself- the main crystal being made out of Cor Lapis. You said it matched my eyes, and that if you wore it everyday I would be there by your side. I asked why you needed the necklace, when I would always be with you anyway. You didn’t even question the validity of my statement. We both knew how true it was, even when I didn’t know how much weight it carried. This Cor Lapis is the heaviest thing I brought with me, but the lightness I felt on that day was like a clear sky. 

The Fifth.

I realised that I wanted to be with you forever when you pointed out the lights at the annual Lantern Rite. They shone as brightly as the gleaming stars, floating up into the sky to join the moon. But, even after all the lights, I thought it was you that shone the brightest. I still do. You looked at me, and I could see the joy that was overflowing in your eyes, your grin blinding mine. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop wishing to make that night last forever, if it made you smile like that. I couldn’t stop wishing to stay like that forever, if forever meant you by my side. I’ve had this bracelet for a long time now. I would prefer to give it to you, but there’s something stopping me from doing so. I both fear and long for it to be your voice. The red now reminds me not of blood shed, but of destiny. You were the one responsible for that change. For that, I am eternally grateful.

The Last.

Now, as I look at this stony slab of rock, rain is falling on my shoulders, like that first time we met. I barely notice it, because this rain reminds me of you, and you were always the light in my life, guiding me through the dark. I hope that I was one to you, too. The Qingxin and Mist Flowers are in full bloom, infused with adepti magic to make sure they never wilt, because each petal symbolises the memories we shared. I will never forget them; they are too precious for me to do so. Cor Lapis glows in the dark. I hope you’re still wearing your necklace, but if you’re not, don’t worry, I am here. I will always be here for you. 

Sitting next to a polished grave, some blue and white flowers, an orange stone and a little tube of hand cream, Xiao wears a red bracelet on his wrist. He hasn’t noticed yet, but there’s tears streaming down his face, hot and salty. He hasn’t noticed his heart straining, the way his eyes fill with an emotion called longing. The thunder shakes the ground he’s on, but it’s like he’s not there. Instead, he bows his head. Perhaps he’s noticed now. 

“Thank you. I am in your debt. I promise to stand by you forever more.”

a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate it! i’m sorry for making you read angst on christmas day (this was supposed to be fluffy I swear)! likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated ❤️

#xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao fluff #xiao angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #cecilxa winter special! #this is probably one of my favourite things I’ve ever written #i’m quite proud of this one #all for xiao 🫶

[cecilxa]

‘tis the season!

a @cecilxa winter special!

5 love languages, 5 lovely lovers

➸ words of affirmation - promises kept in snow, kazuha x reader, 12th dec

➸ physical touch- frosty fingers, melting man, kaeya x reader, 18th dec

➸ acts of service- how stupid it must be to get unwell (fall in love), wanderer x reader, 21st dec

➸ gift giving- something so treasured, so loved, xiao x reader, 25th dec (!)

➸ quality time- new year lovers, zhongli x reader, 1st jan

(all times gmt)

💌 happy holidays! <3

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #winter holiday time!! #sorry for the sporadic time differences #my maths skills of 2 aren’t working rn #kazuha x reader #kaeya x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #pls don’t notice my accidental anemo favouritism #cecilxa winter special!

[cecilxa]

new year lovers

summary: zhongli would never tire from spending his days with you.

contents: fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, modern au, dates galore (by that i mean 2 maybe 3)

cw: food

recommend listening to: lovers rock by tv girl

a/n: last instalment in my winter special!

Zhongli doesn’t consider himself to be particularly celebratory. He doesn’t consider his birthday to be that momentous, either, but if you disagree, who is he to argue against it?

Every year- before you met- he would receive the normal amount of presents, the normal amount of congratulations, and he would give out the normal amount of thank you’s.

Now, he’s not sure what normal is any more. You, who came into his life out of the blue; someone who’s been there with him during his highs and his lows, whom he hopes he will spend every passing day with. You, who manages to get him to laugh when you propose to him a planned day out for his very special birthday. You, who doesn’t laugh along, and instead pouts in that very adorable way he sincerely loves.

—

The first thing you take him to is an arcade. Bright, flashing, blinding lights take over his senses, as his eyes try to adjust to the neon colours. You turn to him with a grin, just as blinding as the fluorescent lighting, but maybe something he cherishes just a bit more. He smiles back, amused, as he lets you drag him off to a multitude of slot machines and arcade mini-games. You groan in despair when you fail to get him a plushie (those damn scams!), but cheer in glee when he manages to win a pair of matching keyrings. On the first try too.

He’s dragged away to every single station that catches your eye, tickets building up and up. You’ve probably spent a fair few coins- he can feel the hole forming in his wallet- but who is he to complain? The joy in your eyes is infectious, and he can’t help but sneak a few photos without you noticing. (He secretly saves one of them as his lock screen.) Your feet eventually tire, however, and when Zhongli sees a faint sheen of sweat across your forehead, you go up to the counter (note. he forces you to stop and go up to the counter) and buy possibly the biggest plushie he’s ever seen. Handing it to him, the fluorescent lights surround your silhouette, and he doesn’t think that he’s ever seen such a beautiful sight before. He takes the plushie, wraps an arm around your waist, and gives you a forehead kiss, one that he hopes conveys his gratitude as much as it can. When you walk outside, the brisk air hits his face, but he doesn’t think his heart has felt this light in ages.

Your next destination is a restaurant you know he’s been looking at for ages. It’s around dusk, almost dark outside, and the sunset is a breathtaking view. While you’re walking, trying to get your GPS working, his hand clasps yours, and you hear the mutters of “what a mesmerising sight”, but don’t acknowledge it, too focused on the map on your phone. You don’t know, he’s been looking at you the whole time.

After a few minutes of walking and idle chatter, you finally arrive, and Zhongli’s hit with the smell of soup. Specifically, bamboo shoot soup. His grip on your hand tightens, and you’re shown a dazzling smile, accompanied by eyes brimming with adoration. He looks like home.

“Thank you, dearest.”

Pressing another lingering kiss to your forehead, he almost all but whispers these words. He almost all but longs to shout out his devotion towards you instead, but that would be improper of him. Perhaps for another day. Plus, you can see the faint red on his ears, and the grip on your hand says all you need to hear.

—

Dishes come and go, each one as delicious as the last, and the both of you happily converse, the restaurant atmosphere bustling and cosy. All sorts of conversation rocks in between different plates, his gaze never leaving yours. He can’t help but stare; how could he not? When you’re talking like this, and when you’re looking at him like this, his eyes can’t help but fill with adoration, a content smile long since firmly plastered on his face.

When both your stomachs are full, and the rosy glow of the restaurant begins to dim, you take his hand. It’s begun to snow, gentle snowflakes dusting the top of your heads, and the path towards your final destination has turned into a wasteland of crunchy, packed white powder. Nevertheless, your hand is encased in his, and it looks like he’s feeling warm enough, cheeks blushing a very cheery pink.

A few minutes later, you’ve arrived at a park, lamplights being the only thing guiding your way. Being late at night, it’s practically empty, the only sounds being the faint thrums of a car exhaust, and the faraway yowls of cats making their way through the empty streets. You recheck your phone to ensure it’s not yet turned midnight. It hasn’t.

Leading Zhongli to a bench, right under a lamplight, you lean your head on his shoulder. He laughs in response, deep rumbles accompanying some strokes to your hair. It’s still snowing; you can see the faint white on his dark eyelashes, and he’s stroking your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Did you like today?”

He turns to face you, eyes gleaming, smile growing.

“I loved it. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

You sigh in satisfaction and snuggle even further into his shoulder. There’s a distant chime of a clock, twelve strikes in total. You look at him.

“Happy New Year, Zhongli.”

He doesn’t say anything in response; only by lifting your chin with a delicate hand, can you see the utter devotion he holds for you. It’s amazing, actually. Your noses are almost touching; you’re so close that you can see your reflection in his pupils.

“Another year with you by my side, I couldn’t ask for anything more. Happy New Year, dearest.”

Zhongli leans in, your lips touch. Fireworks go off in the distance. 

a/n: happy new year!! 🎉🎊 as always, likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 🤎

#zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin x you #cecilxa winter special! #old man zhongli finally getting his own dedicated fic #also like reader doesn’t ever wish him happy birthday in this at all #oh well love that for us