★ Habits That Prove They Love You ★

I mentioned how the Forgers have developed habits around where they sit around the dining table and the living room, especially Twilight who has his preferred seats.

But in this episode, we see other habits the family has developed that show just how domesticated they - especially Twilight - has become.

Yor is the one who washes the dishes - again, something we've seen since the start of the series, but now it's just how the family works. She also makes the tea and coffee.

And there's a moment where Twilight just wordlessly and reflexively hand his coat to Yor when he comes back home with Anya and Bond, as if that's just what he always does.

Twilight walks the dog - we know from later chapters that that is his responsibility while Yor is the one who bathes Bond. He's the one who helps Anya with her homework. He's the one who cooks (when the family wants something edible)...

Both husband and wife have settled into their roles in the family. What Yor doesn't do well, Twilight does, what Twilight knows Yor does better, she has the responsibility.

The last point here is that Fiona says she knows Twilight would be away from home, walking his dog. She could have just been tailing him... except he would have noticed. It suggests Twilight has developed a routine, not something a good spy would do.

It is doubtful even Twilight has noticed these habits and routines. He probably thinks he's changed how he lives his life because of the mission. Sure, Jan.

OWTKMWLTJ3J THIS IS SO CUTEEE

Platonic!Boothill having to deal with child reader constantly trying to steal his hat and wear it themselves even if it’s too big for them.

If he can’t find it his first spot is to find the little girl giggling and chuckling under the blanket fort they built in her room. He has to grab her by the ankles and drag her out or pull her out by the scruff of her overalls.

Well he’s carrying her he’ll have to dodge her little grabby hands trying to reach for it. When she tries he’ll either dodge, playfully nip her fingers, or pelt her hand or face with kisses (which she claims she hates cuz “kisses are gross”)

Of course he lets her have his hat sometimes or will put it on her head unexpectedly just to hear her giggle but he like to make a game out of it.

I can just imagine it getting to a point that Boothill can't control anymore. You are absolutely determined to get his hat one way or another, unable to stop your chubby hands from grabbing it and attempting to drag it off his head!

It makes him wonder why exactly you wanted it so bad, as he watches you put it on and clumsily put a colored pencil between your lips proudly, just the way he did it with his teeth pick. It makes him laugh out loud in realisation that you most likely just wanted to look like him!

And so when your birthday finally rolled around, he gifted you your very own hat that looked like an exact copy of his. He grins with a loving gaze in his eyes as you giggle and put it on happily, very much approving of his gift. His heart aches with all the love it held for his dear daughter, who immideatly springs into his arms to thank him so brightly for it.

I doubt you'd ever take off the hat for long after receiving it, very much determined now to become a mini version of your awfully proud father.

He truly hopes you never change.

I think nilou trying to teach her s/o how to dance would be nice

Nilou teaching you how to dance

Characters: Nilou x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: God damnit, I’m down bad for Nilou. I’m gonna triple crown her no matter if she’s good or not, and not even the gods will be able to stop me from doing it /hj.

That being said, this is my first time writing for her and she hasn’t been released yet, so I’m very sorry if I got something wrong about her.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Nilou

You had always been a big fan of seeing Nilou dance, was it before you had gotten to know her or even now, and while watching her performances was already enough to make any day a good one, you still wanted to learn how to dance yourself.

When you eventually got the courage to ask Nilou to give you dancing lessons, she immediately became excited. And while she’d be happy to teach justa about anyone who showed an interest in the arts, the fact that it was you who asked her made the opportunity even more appealing.

“How about we take a small break? You have to be tired after repeating this one sequence over and over again”, Nilou suggested in her usual gentle tone, not showing any kind of frustration or other negative emotions after repeatedly seeing you mess up the same part, and while you were thankful for her kindness and patience, the same thing couldn’t be said about you. You neither could, nor wished to remember how often you had failed already, but as the number of attempts grew larger, your patience with yourself started to vanish, causing you to enter a hopeless death spiral.

At first, you wanted to say no to her idea, not wanting to stop until you succeeded at least once, only to eventually admit to yourself that it wasn’t going to work until you calmed down, causing you to plop down on the bench next to Nilou before letting out a sigh. “You’re right. It’s just that this one part keeps bothering me… I have to admit that you make it look like a walk in the park whenever you’re on stage”, you admitted, the last part of your statement causing you to think of her performances as a small smile found its way onto your face, only for your thoughts to be interrupted when you felt Nilou grab your hand.

“That’s nice of you to say, but that’s only because I practise a lot, so I have no doubt that you’ll get just as good if you invest enough of your time into it”, she assured you before turning her head towards you, causing the two of you to briefly make eye contact. “Let’s try to relax for a bit and then you can try the part one last time, maybe it’ll work better this time, maybe not, but it that’s the case we’ll have time to work on it next time”, she followed up, only for you to nod your head in response.

And exactly that was what you did. After continuing to sit there for a few more minutes, you stood up once again before making one last attempt, only to surprise yourself when you easily succeeded, immediately glancing over to Nilou, who looked just as happy as you did.

“I did it”, you mumbled to yourself, still somewhat in disbelief.

“See? I told you, you’d succeed eventually”, Nilou stated with a smile bright enough to not only make your heart skip a beat, but to also make you space out, only returning back to the present after a few seconds, causing you to pray to the Dendro Archon that she hadn’t noticed.

“Let’s return home, you can be proud of yourself.”

Their reaction to you kissing them for the first time.

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Reader: Fem!!!

Pairing: Tengen + 3 wives, Rengoku, Giyuu, Mitsuri, and Shinobu

Type: Fluff

Request: Open!

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Mitsuri

You were leaving the butterfly mansion as a fellow demon slayer after a mission because you had gotten injured a little bit. And by a little bit I mean your arm was almost cut off.

“Oh hi!” A voice startled you from behind you as you turned around to see the love hashira Mitsuri standing infront of you. To say you admired her was an understatement, since the first time you saw her you instantly fell in love.

She walked closer to you trying to examine your arm but as she was doing that your heart was racing a million miles per minute. You never realized that she was speaking to you until she grabbed your face forcefully to look at her.

She was so much taller than you and the way she was looking at you right now made your knees want to buckle. Something took over you and before the both of you could process what happened you had already pulled her hands down from your face and placed your lips onto hers.

She oddly tasted like strawberries which you enjoyed but pulled away because the embarrassment of the situation was setting in. You instantly covered your face as well as she did.

“I’m so sorry lady Mitsuri. I don’t know what came over me.” You apologized bowing a bit but she stopped you and gave you a bright smile. “I liked it Y/n..” she said and you started blushing even harder.

She knew your name….

Rengoku

You and Rengoku were great friends, bestfriends even. Seeing as both of you were hashira and had outgoing personalities was a major factor in your relationship.

After a mission the both of you went on, you both decided to go out for drinks which took a turn for the worst? “I really could’ve done better…” you spoke hoping no one heard but Rengoku most definitely did.

“You did your best that’s all that matters.” He said patting you on your back, you rolled your eyes and started drinking some more. Rengoku was starting to get worried because he knew you’d regret waking up with a headache in the morning.

He grabbed the cup from you and helped you stand up, because you had met him at the pub before him you had change out of your normal uniform into a short dress. His face started to fume with red all over his face, he ignored it and kept walking you back down the path to your cottage.

After arriving and getting you comfortable on your futon he was getting ready to leave but was stopped by you holding onto his hand. “Can I tell you a-somethinnn” he leaned down closer to you as your were pulling him so that he could hear.

Instead of whispering in his ear you used your free hand to turn his face to kiss you. He instantly pulled back blushing while you drunkenly stared at him. “I’ve had feelings for you for some time now but your just too dumb to notice me.” You said before completely passing out.

You jumped up from your sleep realizing you had a meeting at the head masters mansion. You hurriedly put your uniform on and on the way to the mansion memories of last night flood through your head.

You covered your mouth while still running down the path, how could you do something so stupid. You finally arrived in a sweaty and panting mess seeing the meeting already started. Bending down next to Giyuu you spoke softly, “I apologize for my tardiness.”

The head master replied just as soft as you spoke, “Your fine my child.” I sigh of relief left your mouth as you continued to gaze at the ground. All of the hashira kept giving you weird glances throughout the meeting.

Your hair was loose, your uniform had many things out of place and you were quiet. The moment the meeting ended you were quick to leave before anyone could speak to you, you were already halfway back to your cottage when someone appeared infront of you.

“Why’d you leave so fast?” Rengoku spoke. You couldn’t face him, guilt was eating up at you like a mouse eating cheese. “Kyojuro, I’m sorry for last night.” “Why? I liked it. I’ve been meaning to talk to you all day.” You finally looked back up at him just to see him giving you his signature big and bright smile.

Tengen

It had been a month since you became Tengens fourth wife and to say you were shy and nervous was an understatement. Tengen was a Hashira and a Shinobu and so we’re his other three wives, you were just someone from the streets.

On this particular day all four of your companions had left to go on missions leaving you alone in your home. You were currently cleaning and you heard the door open. Turning to face the door you were met with Maki standing there taking her shoes off.

“Hi Y/n.” She spoke softly looking really tired, she walked over to you and collapsed in your arms. Her head was laying on your chest thankfully so you could hide the blush appearing on your face.

“Maki-sama…” she looked up at you and straightened herself before pinching your cheeks like a baby and peppering kisses on your face. The last kiss she gave you was on the lips leaving you looking like a red tomato.

“NOT FAIR MAKI! I WANTED TO KISS HER FIRST!” Sums yelled from behind the both of you, Hina giggled from beside a jealous Suma while walking up to you and also placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Your blush was becoming more prominent as Hina placed another kiss on your cheek than giving Maki a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

Suma then walked up to you and grabbed your face placing a big kiss right behind Hina’s kiss causing your knees to buckle. All three of them gathered around you as you covered your face in embarrassment. “The three of you stop it before our Y/n has a heart attack.”

“Lord Tengen.” All four of you said in unison standing up and forming a line. He started to pat Hinas head then Makis head, then Suma and when he got to you he paused.

“How was your day today Y/n?” He spoke which took you by surprise, your wives stood there will smiles on their faces looking at he both of you. “My day was fine, how was your mission?” You spoke softly.

“It was perfectly flashy knowing I got to come home to my wife safe and sound.” He said placing his finger on your chin and pulling you close so that his lips softly pressed against yours. Both of you pulled back from each other and you felt like steam was coming out your ears.

“Did you all come up with this?” You spoke to yourself and all four of them just started laughing.

Shinobu

To say you were quiet was an understatement, you never liked to team up with others because quite frankly working by yourself was what you enjoyed the most.

Currently you were arriving at the head masters mansion because you were requested for a special mission. “Good evening my child.” He spoke rubbing the top of your head.

“There’s a special mission I wanted Hashira Shinobu to go on but she requested for you to be with her.” He again spoke and when you glanced at her and she had her eyes closed smiling at you.

How could you possibly reject this offer? Lady Shinobu was such a beautiful person and knowing that you were going on a mission with her was making your face heat up. Especially since the both of you were the same age she for some reason felt some type of connection with you.

After traveling for a while you both decided to rest at an inn. Ironically there was one room available with barely one futon. “I again apologize for the inconvenience.” The inn keeper said apologizing.

“It’s fine. We can adjust.” You apple easing his shoulders, he still looked worried but you led Shinobu to the room.

The both of you settled down and by the time you actually wanted to get some sleep you looked over at her and she was asleep. You slowly sat up and took your jacket off revealing the short spaghetti strap shirt you were wearing.

Shinobu features were always so beautiful, her soft spoken nature and the way she takes care and nurtures for anyone no matter their stature. You unconsciously held yourself up by your elbow and just watched her sleep.

“I can feel you staring at me…” she said while her eyes were still closed, she then opened them a little surprised at how close the both of you were at that moment. She lifted one of her hands to move a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

She smiled softly keeping her hand resting on the side of your face. “You are so beautiful.” She again spoke softly pulling your head closer to hers. You smiled and closed the gap between the both of you, your hand held onto the side of her face deepening the kiss enjoying her soft breathing.

She pulled back breathing heavily and smiling brightly, “I knew I chose you for a reason.” You cocked your head to the side in confusion, “Wha-” she cut you off pulling you down to kiss her again.

Giyuu

“Giyuu.” You spoke as you heard the door slide shut. He wouldn’t speak to you because he was upset about something but you didn’t know why. You guys have barely been dating for a month and you had asked for him to come see you after he finished a mission.

Every since coming over he has been distant and hasn’t spoken to you. Yes he’s naturally quiet but he always liked to have a conversation with you.

After finishing up his favorite meal that you had been making for the last two days you washed your hands and made you way over to your bedroom. Knocking on the slide you opened it and saw him folding his uniform before laying down to sleep.

“Giyuu, I made your favorite.” He didn’t answer you, “Are you gonna come and eat?” “No.” He coldly spoke. Your breath hitched in your throat as you sat there.

You continued to sit there with the slide open seeing if he’d budge to move but he didn’t. “Is everything okay? You haven’t spoken to me ever since you got here.” You said again hopefully he would give you some type of attention.

“Do you even like me?” His question caught you off guard as he sat up with tears in his eyes. Your natural instincts kicked in and you crawled over to sit infront of him. “Giyuu are you okay?” You again spoke and he looked away from you feeling embarrassed.

“Why wouldn’t I like you?” He finally looked back at you feeling like he wanted to cry again. You had no idea of how to make him feel better but to just baby him. You noticed from the beginning of your relationship that Giyuu loved to let loose with you and for once let someone else take care of him.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to you pulling him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you laying his in the crook of your neck. “Giyuu look at me.” He looked up at you and watched as you leaned in.

Your lips pressed against his and just by looking at him his face turned beet red. You pulled away from him to look at him but he immediately pushed back onto you.

You forced him to let go and started laughing, “Is that what you were mad about honey?” He slowly nodded before hiding his head on your chest and slowly falling asleep.

being mistaken for a married couple [genshin men] pt.2

scaramouche, ayato, thoma

WHY DID PEOPLE LIKE PT 1 SO MUCH THANK YOU

scaramouche is ten times longer once again. ALSO KAZUHA’S GOING TO BE IN THE NEXT ONE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT PUTTING HIM ON HERE IT WAS TOO LONG

ayato

“That one’s too simple, I doubt she’d like it.”

“That’s way different from her size!”

“She’s going to go ballistic if you give her a hot pink dress for her wedding day,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Honestly, Ayato, I didn’t think you’d be this hopeless when you asked me to help pick out a wedding dress for your friend.”

“Oh? Do I seem to be an expert in this field?” he suggests, eyeing yet another atrocious dress. You contemplate blindfolding him because at this point, that might be a better option. Just as he reaches for it, you slap his hand away to which he laughs. “I really am grateful for your assistance, truly. As you can probably see.”

“Oh, I see alright-”

“Young master, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

An older man, noticeably crouched over from age approaches Ayato, offering a healthy smile despite his stature. “I haven’t seen you in ages–much less somewhere like here.”

“It’s nice to see you again,” Ayato replies, then turning to motion to you. “This is Matsukushi, an old friend of mine.”

“I worked under him for quite some time,” the old man explains, then glances at Ayato. “Though I work selling wedding dresses now, those days aren’t all too far behind me. It seems a lot has happened since I left…I didn’t realize you were engaged.”

Your jaw drops. For a few moments, you convince yourself that Ayato had gotten himself an engagement unbeknownst to you, but considering he prefers being a hermit within his work, you highly doubt such a situation. When you realize what the man is implying, you shake your head frantically. “No, no, that’s not-”

“Eventually,” he says before you finish. “But unfortunately, not for myself today. It’s for a friends’ fiancee.”

At this, you can feel yourself drop the several dresses that had been clutched in your arms, barely allowing Ayato to grab them in time. Was this a proposal? Or was he indicating the far future that had no use in pondering on now? Thoughts flood your head rapidly, making you spin. The old man however, seems to be unable to read the room and nods. “Ah, I see, my mistake. Well please do call me if you need any aid.”

And when he vanishes behind the counter, you’re left dumbfounded staring at Ayato. Sure, you’ve thought about it–daydreamed–about it countless times after the extensive period of time you’d spent with him, but never realized the weight of it in actuality. As your mind repeats his words on echo, its only snapped out of its trance when he places a cool hand on your head.

“Boring way to find out, right?” he smiles. “This one doesn’t count though, alright? When I propose, I’ll do it properly. And if you’re still unsure then, I’ll do it as much as you need me to and I’ll be as patient as you need me.”

You can’t help but go weak in the knees. As a result, you don’t hear him when he says that he does know how to pick dresses. Maybe he just wanted to spend time with you.

scaramouche

He knows anybody who’s heard of his name would never dream of him being in a relationship–much less any positive association with another human being. From his sharp tongue to his cold nature, it’s practically impossible to imagine him being close with someone else.

Yet he makes an exception for his minions. Not just any of them, no, he finds most of them unbearably stupid and bothersome. Specifically, his assistant.

You move to glance around the market. He follows you closely behind, dressed in a more civilian like attire much to his distaste, after relentless begging on your part. He sees no point in dressing so plainly when he knows most people in this foreign nation don’t even recognize his identity as a harbinger. Still, he silently observes you as you anxiously grip the bag of mora he’d given you.

“Here’s the list,” he says, tossing you a sheet of paper which you barely manage to grab. “I’m staying here. Be back in 15 minutes or I’m coming after you.”

“My lord, this list is awfully long to finish in 15 minutes.”

He knows, he wants to say. He would follow after you anyway. “Is there a problem?”

“Well, I guess we are kind of in a hurry after you blew up your office.” The harmless bite in your voice should’ve boiled his blood to no end, but he only finds himself rolling his eyes. At this, he frowns. Perhaps he was being too soft on you.

You flash a bright smile and wave as you disappear into the crowd of people. He halfheartedly shrugs in response and turns to find a decent corner of alley to stay around before your return, but his plans are interrupted much rudely.

“Hello dear. Yes, you.”

He scowls at the soft voice calling for him from another stall. Though he glares at the old woman perched in the flower shop, she only smiles, her skin wrinkling with old age. “Would you like a flower?”

“No,” he replies immediately, turning to leave, but she only lets out a soft laugh.

“I’m sure your partner over there would love it,” she says. “Our flowers are freshly picked you know. And spring’s in full bloom–you can’t get flowers any more beautiful than these.”

He wishes she’d shut up, considering that with a snap of his fingers he could order someone to pick up a thousand flowers from an entirely other region. Especially since the flowers don’t live up to his standards in the slightest. However, he quickly snaps out of his analyzation of the flowers, shaking his head. “We’re not like that. Don’t assume such a-”

“Ah, then you must already be married!” she blinks. “My apologies, I didn’t know.”

Even he’s almost at a loss of words, unsure if he should spit out foul words or simply walk away from the scene. But before he can even decide, she hands him a blue iris. “Here you are. A token of congratulations. These symbolize faith and hope.”

“We’re not-”

“My lord!” your voice tears his attention away. You bolt up to him, holding bags full of items that were certainly not on the list he’d given you. “I couldn’t help it, the groceries were 50% off, and we haven’t gone yet this week, have we? Well, if we have, we could give some to the others, and-”

“My, that looks quite heavy, are you alright?” the woman speaks up again and Scaramouche suppresses the urge to tape her mouth shut.

“Oh, yes, I’m alright, thank yo-”

“This one has what I need, right?” he snaps suddenly, taking one of the bags from you. You nod, and that’s all he needs before he’s walking off. “We’re leaving.”

“Ah, but we haven’t bought the other things on the list yet!”

He places the blue iris on top of the groceries filling your arms, close enough that you could smell its scent. “We’ll get it later. This place is full of mental commoners, and I’m seconds away from getting violent.”

You blink at the flower, opening your mouth to ask but he’s gone in an instant, disappearing into the crowd. You groan and turn to bid the woman farewell, and she laughs. “You two are such an adorable couple. You remind me of my old days.”

At this, your face heats. Unbeknownst to you, the slightest of embarrassment creeps onto his own face–not that he’d ever admit it.

thoma

“We’ll stay with you until your mommy and daddy come find you, okay?” Thoma offers to the crying child, holding out a bottle of water he carries in his pocket. You’ve always known that children love Thoma, but you didn’t know of its extent until the child calms down immediately, expression changing into a beam in mere minutes. You can’t blame the kid because even you yourself find yourself in a calmer state the second you’re in Thoma’s presence. How he does it, you’d like to know too.

Soon enough, you’re walking hand in hand with the little boy and Thoma, glancing around the city in hopes of finding a face similar to the boy’s. Unfortunately, you fail to find any despite Thoma asking around the townspeople and your constant searching. 

After a few hours, the three of you decide upon a break. When you see the child eyeing a specific food vendor, you smile and lead the way. “You’re hungry right? Some food might help all of us reenergize.”

There, the cook eyes your group up and down before turning back to his kitchen. “The family discount ended at lunch. You’ll have to pay full price if you want anything.”

You stare in shock (mostly of his rudeness) while Thoma visibly chokes on his own spit. Did he think you were married? With a child? The thought of it is bizarre, but you can’t help but think of how nice it would be. Thoma’s good at everything related to the house–cleaning, cooking, babysitting–he was practically a dream man for some people. But marriage has rarely crossed your mind so why did you feel so….This mere thought makes you look away.

The boy however, seems unfazed as he simply sits himself on one of the stools, happily swinging his legs. Seeing that it’s not the time to address the mistake, you continue to order dishes, ignoring the heat flooding your face.

Finally, when the boy’s mother comes looking for him, you pass him off happily and wave as they disappear down the street. It’s nearly sunset now as you feel Thoma take your hand. “Shall we get home, then?”

The walk back home is silent. Usually, the two of you indulge in a comfortable silence but this one has a cloud of unsaid words swirling around the two of you, leaving you obsessing over your own wishes. Eventually the silence becomes so suffocating that he clears his throat.

“Agh, now I feel bad…” he mumbles, his blond hair falling over his eyes.

You lift your head. “Huh? About what?”

“I think it made you uncomfortable,” he clarifies, sheepishly meeting your eyes. “But I was really happy when he called us a family.”

Your eyes grow wide.

He swipes at his red tinted cheeks and shakes his head. “Maybe I got ahead of myself, or something like that. If you’re not ready for it–if you’re never ready for that, I would never be upset at you. But at the same time, it would be a dream too–to be able to call myself your husband. Sorry, I naturally thought that you’d like it too and I-”

“I do!” you nearly yell, making him jump. “I do. Like it. A lot. I’d like to call you my spouse.”

The two of you stare at one another in surprise before you both laugh. His fingers tighten around yours, making your chest feel as if it’s about to explode with butterflies. It doesn’t take much to guess that he feels the same.

“Let’s talk more about this later, when we get home. I still have to make dinner, you know.”

confessions (part two)

ft. kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, ayato, itto, & dainsleif.

with gender-neutral reader.

© all rights reserved to keiffeine. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

part one

it’s very obvious that there is something going on with KAZUHA. he seems more relaxed than he usually is, always seeming like he was in a daze. if anyone were to come up to him and strike a conversation, it was almost as though you were snapping him out of a daydream. there was always this tiny smile on his face, cheeks visibly pink. in his free time, kazuha’s writing heartfelt poems about you, every word he can’t say out loud written on paper. he later decides—this is the perfect way to confess to you. compiling all the poems he’s made into one pile and carefully tying string around the small pile of papers to keep it together, kazuha hopes that you could sense each feeling between the lines.

SCARAMOUCHE has never despised anyone so much in his life. he hated how you made him feel this way, like there were butterflies in his stomach or this awkward warmth in his chest that bloomed every time you were around. he hated how you made him feel vulnerable, like his walls were finally coming down and there was finally someone in his life he can open up to. he hated how you were just so perfect, with your stupidly perfect hair and stupidly perfect eyes. and don’t even get him started with your smile. scaramouche would rather die than admit his attraction towards you, but all of this longing he’d felt wasn’t about to go to waste. it was now or never, he tells himself. as he’s coming up to you, you can only ask yourself what seemed so urgent with the way he was walking in his stride, hands balled into fists, lips pursed in a thin line, and face red. quickly, he ushered you to the side, stammering through his confession: “y/n…i…i really, really like you. in a way that’s more than what we have right now. i really need you to tell me if you feel the same way.”

THOMA cannot wrap his head around the concept of feelings. what do you even do in this situation, he’d ask himself. it’s clear that he has something for you, because any time someone would mention your name, his face will immediately turn bright red and he’d start stuttering as he spoke. “what? y-y/n? what do you mean, haha…ha…” he confides in the kamisato siblings with these things, and they both tell him the same thing: why not write a letter of confession? so, he does, spending nearly the entire night trying to write The Perfect Letter. the next day, with his letter sealed in an envelope, thoma meets you under a large sakura tree, handing you the letter and praying to the archons that this’ll come out in his favor.

ITTO cannot keep feelings subtle even if his life depended on it. he’s very open with how he feels about you, and it’s pretty much heard around inazuma at this point. with how it’s basically become a known thing now, it eventually reached back to you, but you enjoyed seeing how oblivious itto can be. you would give him hints to show your interest, like making flirtatious comments or holding eye contact to the point where itto would start getting flustered and his gaze would falter. still, he had no clue and you were just waiting patiently for him, wanting to hear his feelings come out from his own mouth and not just from someone in inazuma who happened to hear. honestly, you couldn’t help but melt and laugh when he finally does, getting the entire arataki gang to individually hold up signs that formed a short sentence: | PLEASE | DATE | ME? | → | with itto standing by the arrow, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a special onikabuto he thought you’d especially like.

AYATO gets teased endlessly by his sister as he brought up how you made him feel a particular way that he didn’t quite understand. she still gives him sisterly advice, to just go for it and court you like how he’d been taught growing up. but, the first step to that was taking you out—and ayato didn’t know how to do that. no one has ever made him feel like this before, and he was afraid of messing up everything somehow. one way or another, he has to do it. he settles on doing it at night, with the moonlight casting over inazuma and when the ambience feels calmer, when it’s more quiet and it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the world. gingerly, ayato takes your hands into his, holding them as he looked down into your eyes, saying, “y/n…you make me feel things i’ve never felt before, and you’re so…special to me. if i may, i would really love to take you on a date.”

DAINSLEIF doesn’t waste his time dwelling and doubting his feelings: he’s certain with what he feels about you and he has to tell you, because life is so short and you can only do so many things before it’s over. and with years of wandering and feeling so alone, dain’s finally found someone that’s made him feel at home, like he can forget about every terrible thing that’s happened in his past. although he’s sure, he’s nervous when he’s actually standing in front of you, staring into your eyes where it’s unclear if you’re about to accept or deny his feelings. dain clears his head swallows back the anxiety. “y/n, you’re…amazing in every single way possible, and you’ve made me feel so alive and not completely lost in the world. i would love for you to be by my side, and i want to be able to call you mine.”

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Cyno is like a walnut. He's all hard on the outside, but he's soft in the inside. He’s like a burnt marshmallow- in which once you get through the hard, burnt outside layer you arrive to the soft gooey centre. And it IS worth traversing the hard layer because once you reach soft Cyno he will be the sweetest thing you’ll have ever known.

Because once Cyno gets to know you, once Cyno starts to connect with you, once he starts to care for you and realise he might-possibly- perhaps - maybe love you he is prepared to do anything for you to make you happy and safe.

If you're anxious, he’ll hold your hand to make sure he’s there for you, if you feel cold he won't hesitate to hand over anything he has to make you feel warmer (although I doubt it will be much- I mean my man’s walking around barefoot and practically shirtless) and he’ll piggy back you if you're tired from walking. (no matter how heavy you are) if you can't sleep, he’ll stay beside you and help you- he might try relax you with his voice, or tell you stories to help you sleep, or cuddle next to you until he feels like your breathing normalises as you drift into your dreams.

if you're feeling self- conscious he’ll compliment you- because to him you're already beautiful. He might supply you with gifts- though usually they're really hand made and thought out, he’ll make your favourite food, comfort you when you’re not well....

If you feel uncomfortable in your clothing- he WILL learn how to knit to make the clothes for you, he’ll remember what you love, cook the food you enjoy most- and like @cynotical said he’ll put his hand on the corner of tables so you don't get hurt. Cyno will gladly give you the whole bed if you're one to take up space or need to roll around (for your comfort and for his own) and as @perpetualcynicism said he’ll chop the onions for you so you don't have to

Because even if Cyno might give off a “I don't care about you, I'm cold, harsh, be scared of me” kind of vibe- because yes you were scared of him when you first met him- from his harsh and quite intimidating wall, that wall broke as soon as he met and saw you.

loid x yor in fanarts: hot sexy couple with an intense sexual tension

loid x yor in actuality: two grownups who never experienced normal romance acting like they're hiding a high school crush on each other with awkward hand touching and subtle blushes

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a/n: I think he's neat || if u saw that no u didn't.

He laughed. It was short, but a laugh nonetheless. It was airy and beautiful—carrying the crispness of a feathered dove's first flight. You simply gaped. How else were you to respond when witnessing such splendor? While still processing Thoma's cute giggle, his hand came up, obscuring the now uneasy and wobbly smile as his eyes stared back at yours. Ah! A smile; from nervousness or glee from your attention, you wonder? Ears red, face akin to a certain vegetable, the same airy yet now wavering voice asked: "I-is there something on my face...?" You blinked, now noticing your rude behavior. In a hurry to dispel his uneasiness, you waved your hand in front of your flustered face, dismissing his question. "Oh- No, no! It's just that- uhm..." Your conscious told you not to say it. It really tried. Yet, you looked away from his brilliantly bright verdant eyes, placing a hand on your cheek as a futile excuse to cover the embarrassment from taking over your features. "You just... you have a really pretty laugh.." You shamefully mumbled. You were absolutely steaming from bashfulness. Sputtering, confused noises tumbled out from Thoma's mouth, before he opted for a quiet "Eh?" to properly and coherently express his confusion. This scene might've been comedic if not for the appropriate context. You took his confusion as an indirect rejection, and the little confidence your low self esteem conjured up now withered away. "I'm sorry- Just ignore what I sai-"

There it was again. A short lived, ethereal laugh. It reminded you of the sun's rays cascading across the dancing leaves, swaying to the rhythm of a song unheard. It reminded you of the delicate blue waters lapping up to your ankles, before it hurried away, the tinkle of it's playful laughter heard amongst the roaring of the ocean. A sound so innocent, so indescribably intricate that you found yourself lost within it, and similarly, at a loss for words. It bubbled forth from the depths of his lungs and caused an overwhelming new warmness to blanket your skin. And again, you gaped. Although this time, his crinkled eyes met yours, face still beaming, as he said, "Well, I think your laugh is prettier." Thoma almost sounded amused. Why is that so? He said such thing with not an ounce of shame, yet with every gallon of confidence that you nearly believed him. You clasped your hands onto your face, shying away from his smile, his eyes, his everything that was meant for you. Where did his confidence come from?

He only wished you knew how your laugh jolted his heart into a sprint, how he thought of himself as undeserving to hear it. Such an angelic hymn should be reserved only for the heavens, no?

Tentatively, as to not scare you, and also in part because he wasn't sure this was the right move himself, he reached a hand out. Thoma's hand slid onto your cheek and that's when your heart rate tripled it's speed. His fingers fanned out across your cheek, tucking themselves under your chin in a gentle, fluid motion, tilting your head upwards. Your hands fell limply to your sides when you realized: You had a good view of the handsome tomato boy. And that's when he leaned in. And that's also when you stopped breathing.

Noses touching, Thoma's eyes beheld yours in such an unsure, yet adoring manner.

Shutting his eyes tightly as if he were the one in for the surprise, his soft lips pressed against yours hastily. It was fleeting. But it was like the touch of an angel.

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