Talking About How Much They Love You

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.”

yanagi hcs ;))

Yanagi headcanons <3

MJSJEJE MY FAV BOY

Yanagi is a sweet shy boy, so im thinking about him having a crush on you,

And how painfully obvious it is.

Everyone knows at this point, and how ypu dont know remains a mystery

He would stutter and blush whenever he's around you, always melting when you give him a smile

If you back hug him or cup his face, he would turn redder than his hair.

Sometimes, you catch him staring at you, a soft smile on his adorable face. You try and deny the small blush you have, but your swift glances make it obvious

Yanagi would panick when you ask to be his alarm. He knows how he can be when he's asleep, and how he is hard to wake up.

If you wait for him at his doorstep, he would consider marriage but also tells you how you didn't have to wait

Overall, yanagi is the highschool sweatheart first love, you only have happy memories with him, and even more to have

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— Falling in love with you !

Little things they do when they realize they have fallen in love with you

୨୧: Childe, Dottore, Eula, DIluc [Flower edition]

A/notes. I enjoy writing for Eula, and with her rumored rerun, couldn't be happier ♡ Referring Childe as Tartaglia,, Dottore part took place in Sumeru Akademiya !

#. TARTAGLIA : Monoceros Caeli

He would show you in any obvious way like— calling you pet names, bringing you on romantic dates, or buying you some expensive stuff. He acts as Zhongli's wallet so it's normal for him to spend a lot of mora(s) in 1 day. He teases you 24/7 about it.

"Why would you like Mr. Zhongli? Don't you think I fit perfectly as your boyfriend or even husband?"

I see him sending you a lot of flowers and some cheesy pickup lines.

#. II DOTTORE : The doctor

He never interested in love or falling in love once, every day he busied himself with experiments and theories so when it's come to this topic, he's hopeless. Grow you a flower that matches your eye color and said he doesn't mean to. Don't take it seriously, he just doesn't know what to do, the feeling in his chest is unbearable. He yearns for your attention and your love.

"You know today I received a one-of-a-kind flower that looks like a crystallize one" "And? It's not like I'm the one who gives you"

His heart would explode if you kept his flowers and decorate them in your dorm

#. EULA LAWRENCE : Aphros Delos

She doesn't want to rush things, so she takes her time and makes sure she truly loves you. Seek Amber's advice with this; due to her surroundings, she isn't particularly skilled at expressing affection. Not a fan of physical contact, but for you? Your exclusion. She would pat your head or hold your hand. If she sincerely wants to express her love for you, she will give you a present. Mostly flowers since that's what Amber told her; flowers also can act as the language of love. Ask her what the gift was for, and she will state that it was merely a friendly gift.

"I starting to think there was another reason behind this..." "You think to much, it's simply a friendly gift"

I say that Cecilia will be the main flower, a beautiful flower that suits you as they are also hard to get it.

#. DILUC RAGNVINDR : Noctua

Doesn't actually believe that he falls for you. He just can't picture himself in a relationship due to his past. Kaeya would notice this as soon as possible; his brother? falling in love, he teases the red-haired man. Diluc will begin slowly by showing a different side of himself, such as his patience for you, asking how you are, or how protective he is when it comes to you. Deliver a banquet or anything else that reminds him of you to your place in secret.

"I feel like I have a secret admirer" "What makes you think that?" "I got a banquet of flowers again this week" "Ah, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about that"

Kaeya definitely gonna tell you that Diluc likes you.

Tagging. @strawberryswirlss

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He's father of the decade.

#number one anime dad

al-haitham getting an oscar for his performance

dads with the pets they didn’t want

Listen, I hear y'all and your Touch Averse Autistic Donnie headcanons. But may I take a moment to present you with the option of: Physical Comfort Autistic Donnie, who is very comfortable touching his family and friends and with them touching him? And who uses physical touch as a way to show love without words?

Bc once you start looking for it, he is CONSTANTLY in physical contact with someone, and it's almost always in an affectionate way

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.”

he’s finally out of hoyo’s basement!!

by happy accident I finished this on xiao’s bday