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Love Language

♡ Thoma’s love language is physical touch, and he cannot bear not having skin to skin contact with you!

A/N: Pure fluff with gender neutral reader! My first post on here hehehe~

Lovestruck Thoma who can’t keep his hands off you; oftentimes he doesn’t even realize it himself, but anytime the two of you are out, at the very least you can expect a hand on your lower back or your arms intertwined together. It’s just his love language, always gravitating to show his appreciation for you in gentle caresses of your cheek, a nuzzle of your noses, a sweet squeeze of your arm. 

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Based on this text post by @goggles-mcgee

This is still to me one of the funniest chapters in the entire manga. Loid sees Yor looking a little bit sad and is immediately like

More Forgers

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.”

HERE COMES THE BOYYYY

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.

#spy x family #now this is what you call development

This is absolutely not important, but I admire how every time we get a glimpse of the Forger’s hallway we see *new* - and increasingly real - family pictures.

When the series first started, there was that lone Forger Family portrait where Yor and Anya both look like they need the bathroom.

And then we got the cringe and doctored photos that were part of the lovey-dovey package when Yuri first visits.

After that we see the cringest photos removed - it's now all Family Forger, all the time. But at this point in the story - right after the Doggy Crisis - the photos are still all 'staged'.

But by the time Nightfall visits, we see a new photo of the Forgers, this time, with Bond too! And that does not look like they are in a photo studio. More like Bond trying to take a selfie in a park somewhere. (Yes, if Bond can see the future, he can take selfies.)

When we get a good glimpse of the Forger's hallway again in the manga after Nightfall's visit, when Bond sees a vision of him possibly dying from eating Yor's cooking, there are now more new photos: Bond licking Anya like she's made of peanut butter (she's had so much peanuts that...maybe?), and another of the whole Forger family together, smiling and acting natural.

I hope this becomes a recurring thing in the series - every time we see the top of that cabinet there will be new pictures of the Forger family, until the end of the series when it's just creaking under the weight of all the photos.

Because they are the memories Loid, Yor, Anya and Bond have made together. They are evidence that it happened, and that all of it was real.

— 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.

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