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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.”

SFJEROGIJRTKB IT'S SO GOOODDDD

Hi!! (●’◡’●)ﾉ! Can I request some hcs for Jack Frost having an s/o that's a guardian and the spirit of spring? Thank you and have a good day/night!!<33

Jack Frost x Spring Spirit Guardian Reader Relationship Headcanons

Hello, I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you like it :)

Since both of your seasons are so close together, you both see each other very often

Sometimes he visits an area that you've already been through and makes a little snowstorm so the children can have another snow day and he gets to see you again and spend more time with you even though you just spent time with him very recently

He likes to call you nicknames, especially ones that are related to your season like petal, sunshine, dewdrop, sprout he uses this one to tease you, especially if you're tall or short

You both like to watch and play with the new baby animals that are born during spring

Whenever you two spend time with the other guardians, he likes to watch you interact with the people that he considers family, and they're all happy for the both of you

Bunnymund likes to tease Jack about your relationship since both of your seasons are very different, however this usually results in him covered in snow

If you have any little helpers or companions, he loves them and loves to spend time with him and will treat them as if they're his children

If you allow it, he'll even let them join him on his adventures while he brings winter to different parts of the world

He tells you about his sister and how he died protecting her

He likes to go sledding with you and making snowmen with you

Every little while he likes to make a snowball and toss it at you, causing you two to have a snowball fight

He also likes to make flower crowns with you, and he even makes some out of snow and frost and gives them to you

He loves PDA and loves to just hold you and cuddle with you

Whenever you two are cuddling or just being affectionate with each other like holding hands, he always notices how warm you are compared to him and his heart just melts everytime, he loves how warm you are compared to him

He absolutely introduces you to Jamie

He likes to make images of stuff you like on frosted window panes, usually it's your favorite animal, flower, or anything that reminds him of you

He worries about you and is protective of you, even though he knows that you can defend yourself, he can't help but worry a little bit, especially after dealing with Pitch and his past of not being believed in, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to the person he loves

He'll absolutely help you with whatever you need, whether it's helping you stay believed in or even if it's just comforting you or giving you moral support, he's willing to help you however he can

He'll always listen to any of your problems and whenever he sees that you're upset, he'll comfort you, either by cuddling you or by distracting you to get your mind off of whatever you're upset about, even if it's just for a little bit

He likes to ask you questions about the flowers and plants he sees, and loves to watch your eyes light up with glee as you answer his questions. He loves watching you get all excited and passionate

If anybody looks over at him while he's around you, they can't help but notice him looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky

It takes Xiao a little while to get used to kissing you.

You take the lead with your first kiss, though it's him who brings it up first- years of watching couples smiling within each other's breaths during the lantern rite, leaning in till their faces were flush, murming 'I love you's against each other's skin....it left Xiao with a burning curiosity he'd thought humiliating, but you always encouraged him to ask for what he wants, your voice sweet and promising nothing but acceptance.

And what he wants is to try, with you. Just to see what it'd feel like.

He's stiff and quiet up until you press your plush lips against his own, feather-light and tender, and even then he barely moves (his traitorous heart thump-thump-thumps against his rib-cage so loud he's afraid you can hear it), eyes open and staring straight at you.

You move your mouth over his bottom lip, then to the corners, ghosting over his skin. Your eyes flutter open when there's no response, and you smile at the state he's in, amused.

"Did you keep your eyes open the whole time?" You laugh, huffing hot air across Xiao's face before pulling back (his body almost follows yours, pulled into your orbit)- "You're supposed to close them, silly. The angle isn't really flattering when it's so up-close."

His cheeks flush, and he turns his face away, muttering about all the stupid rules mortals make up out of thin air, all the pointless steps to courting rituals, how could anyone care to remember it all? And-

You leave another quick peck at the outer-corner of his lips, just for the sake of indulgence. The fact it makes him flounder and try to compose himself is a nice bonus, though.

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You thought that was it. While you'd been a catalyst for change in Xiao, it wasn't like you (or anyone, for that matter) could force him to do something he didn't like. He would try anything once with you, and if he deemed it unpleasant, it'd be only once.

You'd written off the whole kissing thing as unpleasant and went about your days. You could feel his affection thrumming in the million other things he did for you, and that was enough.

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"The merchant over by the docks- you remember him, right?- he raised the price of golden koi again! At this rate, it'd be cheaper for me to rent a boat and fish for them...myself..."

You're ranting about your day when you notice it. Xiao's faraway look, his eyes hazy, gaze trained on your lips while you speak, admiring the way your mouth forms around the words.

He looks thoughtful. Hesitant, maybe.

You go silent in the middle of your spiel, and he barely notices. Odd, considering he's normally so attentive he catches onto things you don't even remember saying. He just keeps watching your lips, pupils blowing wide when your tongue reaches out to wet them.

He gulps, and your eyes are drawn to the movement. His hands twitch and clench by his sides, a mere moment of hesitation before he reaches out.

You might've leaned in unconsciously, driven by the longing reflected in his eyes, or it could've been him finally working up the courage- all that mattered was that his mouth was melding against yours and oh- it's so much better with him kissing you back.

His lips are soft, gentle, barely pressing into you after the first contact. He doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, his clenched fists simply laying against the sides of your waist, hovering.

It's him who pulls away first- slow at first, like he can't bear parting from you- straightening back into his seat. You take a sharp breath in, fingers ghosting over your tingling lips. Xiao's in no better shape than you, but he always recovers faster.

"Why didn't you haggle with him, then? You're certainly not beneath it."

Now it's you who's floundering to get the conversation back on track, Xiao chuckling quietly at you all the while.

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Once becomes twice, thrice, four and five and an endless amount of times. Xiao grows more comfortable with every kiss shared, and with it more insistent, more bold. He's obsessed, quite frankly.

He presses his lips to yours for every greeting, sometimes a quick chaste peck, usually more long-winded and hot, his hands tracing a familiar path over your waist, your hips, your back, folding his love into every corner of you.

Your muffled moans only spur him on, now that he understands it means you're pleased, and that he's making you feel good.

You're forced to push at his shoulders eventually, lest you both lose track of time. You find it hard to scold him when he looks so- so beautiful, breaths heavy and lips pink and swollen, looking at you with so much desire it nearly knocks you over.

He always steals one or two or three more before relenting, and you always let him.

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(When it all gets too much, his thoughts plagued with memories, tainted with spirits, you'll swipe his hair behind his ear and brush your lips over his face, his cheeks cradled in your palm.

You can't save him, not from this, but the least you can do is soothe his mind in whatever way you can.)

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The first time he bites hard enough for your lips to part, his tongue edging past and into your mouth, hot and wet and sweet, you yelp. He pulls away, wipes the spit connecting the both of you (holy shit, that's hot, you think distantly), concern pulling his brows together.

"What's wrong? Did I- did I hurt you?" Embarrassment coils alongside the heat in your gut, the fire only burning brighter when his hand settles across your jaw, thumb pressing into your bottom lip to check for injury. You think you might burn up if he keeps petting over it like that.

"Nonono, its nothing like that-" his shoulders drop in relief- "I was just....surprised, is all. Where did you even learn that?"

Xiao's thumb continues its ministrations over your lip, dipping ever so slightly into your mouth before inching back out. It's reassuring to him, probably, but all it does is send a shiver down your spine and make you heavily regret interrupting whatever had been about to happen.

"There's....many bookshelfs, back at Wangshu Inn. They have a section dedicated to human romance." He murmurs, and though he'd sound stoic to anyone else, you can tell he's sheepish, "I'd never given them any thought before, but...."

You picture Xiao checking the corridor for passerbys (as if anyone but you would dare disturb him), flipping open the pages of some corny romcom, fumbling through every passage for something that'd help him get this right for you. The thought is so laughably endearing and just so Xiao that it sends a flurry of love straight to your heart.

You're desperate when you throw your body against his, and whatever sound he'd made in surprise is lost into your mouth. His toned arms wind around you, catching you easily, fitting you against his chest perfectly.

This time when his tongue finds itself between your lips, you give into it, making those pleasured little noises you know he likes so much. He tilts his head into yours, pressing deeper, his fingers tugging at your top like the piece of fabric offends him.

It's hot and messy and inexperienced, the way Xiao makes out with you, and you find your mind growing more fuzzy by the minute, his passion leaving you breathless. He kisses you like he's starved for it, feasting on you till you've got nothing left to give.

You don't know when it'd happened, but his knee is between your thighs, now, and it grinds up. You whine, and the groan he lets out reverberates through your head, sends heat flashing down your spine.

You have to pull away to breathe, heaving, letting your head fall to his shoulder for a second so he can't reach your lips. Your whole body is buzzing alight with need, so your laugh comes out strained, "did you learn that from the book, too?"

He doesn't reply, clucking his tongue in annoyance. Instead, his hands grasp your chin, pulling your face upwards so he can dive in and ruin you all over again.

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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It's almost the end of my birthday, so I thought I should at least spoil myself with a drabble. Spoiler alert, it's about Xiao so click away if you're not interested. ^^

Xiao's the sweetest lovebug I've ever known my entire life. Hear me out; it's really just about being patient and taking time while going into the relationship, discussing what feels okay and what's not okay. Not that I'm saying other genshin men won't do this with you.. but I think Xiao would stand out the most, or maybe that's just me.

See, like... Throughout time, in the ENG version, you can totally tell his demeanor towards the traveler (and other people!) have changed drastically. He went from "stay back, or all that awaits you is regret," to appreciating everyone who wants to be beside him despite knowing how dangerous he is (due to karmic debt) in the Perilous Trail archon quest! His tone of voice is ridiculously softer, and while he's as stern as he is, he's frankly adorable and I live for it.

Xiao would be such a doting boyfriend, I think. If you've got any injuries, he'd cross his arms disapprovingly, tells you to sit down somewhere comfortable, and fetches you a medkit. Though yakshas have no need for any medication, you do. He's willing to learn how to heal mortal wounds if it's for you (the way he's willing to go over seas of people just to understand you).

I don't think he'd be a stranger to touch. He acts too similarly to that of a cat, though! I could say that it just depends on what his mood is. I don't think he's one to shy away from touch, but maybe if he doesn't feel like it, or thinks that holding him might harm you, he'd politely reject it for the time being. It doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it nonetheless!!! I am a BIG fan of "Xiao loves forehead kisses" because there HAS to be a reason he's got a little diamond on his head <33

I personally think he LOVES handholding. It's one of the most emotionally intimate contacts aside from kissing. He wouldn't hold your hand firmly if you're just hanging out, but would definitely just link your fingers and be done with it. Pinkie links!!

What else makes him a sweetheart? He always expresses that he's ready to do just about anything if it's us. He takes his loyalty and honesty very seriously (see: contract with Morax, and the promise he made to Traveler). I also think that there's some beauty in the world he's never gotten to experience, so it'll be wonderful to see what he thinks of certain things! For example, the view of Dragonspine, the taste of other sweet, easy to eat dishes, festivals (yes, please! He doesn't need to go to crowds, though!!), and many more :D

That's all though.

Happy birthday to me <3

CRUSHES AND FIRST LOVES !

:— xiao, hu tao, yanfei, zhongli, ganyu

XIAO is reduced to a blushing mess whenever he's around you, with shaky hands he tries and talks to you even when it seems almost impossible. He attempts to place his attention on other things; but is he really able to do that when you're right in front of him? Oh dear archons, he prays to the gods above that he doesn't do anything to embarrass himself.

HU TAO is much more relaxed and calm despite her predicament— perhaps she has long since accepted and known of her feelings? Maybe, maybe not, no one really knows; but one thing she does know is that soft yet loud pitter-patter of her heartbeat when she's around you, it's a feeling that she wishes to feel forever, a gentle reminder that you, you make her feel this way.

YANFEI is much more confident. is what she'd wish it would've been, unfortunately she's nothing but confident, she avoids you at all cost she says it's 'cause she's too busy in reality she's just afraid you'll catch on to the way she speaks faster when talking with you, the way she holds her breath everytime you speak to her, or even the way she fiddles with her hands when she's around you. Perhaps one day she'll gain the courage to tell you.

ZHONGLI is calm and cool, his feelings don't get in the way of him still treating you as a friend; but, does a friend stare at you with this softness in their eyes? Does a friend spoil you with gifts they think you'd like? Is he really treating you like a friend? His feelings may not be in the way, but they sure are the ones leading the path to how he treats you.

GANYU is uncertain about almost everything she does around you. After having realized her feelings she started doubting herself a lot more, her insecurities slowly start to get to her; and it's only thanks to you that she pulls herself together and starts making subtle moves at you. She makes you sweets— if they're not your thing she brings you meals that you love, she listens to your favorite songs, watches your favorite movies so she and you could have something to talk about. With a shaky exhale, she prepares and steels herself, she'll surely be able to confess to you.

relationship w thoma headcanons!

soft hours for my most spoiled four star <3

you're the luckiest person in teyvat if thoma's your significant other. his love language definitely is acts of service. as much as he'd like to spend all his time with you, he's still busy with his work, but he'll never fail to do anything to help you!

thoma will wake up before you, his gaze soft as he looks at your adorable sleeping face. he will place a kiss on your forehead muttering a quick 'i love you' before getting up to get ready for the day. when you wake up, he's almost done preparing breakfast and already wearing his usual outfit. "good morning, babe!" he greets you while putting down the last utensil on the table, you leaned close to him and kissed his cheek. "good morning, babe. thank you for this!" it's an unspoken routine at this point, but he still feels butterflies whenever you kiss him first thing in the morning.

thoma's definitely on the shy side when it comes to pda, but he'll always have his hand on you. his warm hand holding your hand, fingers intertwined together. if he ever senses danger, his arm is automatically on your shoulder tugging you closer to his side. he'll reassure you that he will protect you.

on the more quiet days where he isn't busy as usual, thoma likes to hold you in his arms while muttering sweet nothings in your ear. also loves leaving small kisses on your temple, your cheeks and your neck. nothing feels better than having your lover pour out his devotion for you while he stares into your eyes and his body wrapped around you.

in the tranquil nights, where the moon is shining above the clouds, thoma faces you with a hand caressing your hair. "i love you so, so much." he says with a quiet voice, his sleepy eyes still full of adoration. you nuzzle your face closer to him and placed a quick peck on his nose. "and i love you so, so much, too." kissing his lips gently, thoma has a giddy smile on his lips, feeling sleepier but happier than ever.

⠀ [ ᝰ ] Realizing they’re in love

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!!⠀Feat : Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Ningguang, Kazuha, Beidou, Thoma, Xiao, Eula, Childe, Tomo (Kazuha’s dead friend) (separate) x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Love !! Fluff, romance, falling in love, fun stuff <3

!!⠀CWs : Established relationship for Zhongli, Ningguang, Beidou, Xiao, Eula, Tomo

This is short bc I’m tired but I feel bad for not posting substantial content in some time HAHAHA also unedited and probs kinda shitty but idc idc whoooo

Zhongli realizes he loves you suddenly, though it’s been mounting for some time in the back of his mind. It hits him on a quiet night, when he’s at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor signing papers. One moment he hopes that he hasn’t kept you waiting too long, and in the next his thoughts drift to you. Of how peaceful you look asleep, breath coming in steady whispers and brow devoid of furrows and stress. How you instinctively cling to him when he joins you in bed, even unconscious. Zhongli can’t help his smile, nor can he fault the way his chest feels fuller knowing that he has someone to come home to. The realization hits him, though, when he thinks that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with you in it, and it shakes the immovable geo archon so much that he doesn’t even realize he’s dropped his pen.

Diluc doesn’t realize he loves you for a long time–– mainly because he isn’t really familiar with the topic. At first, he finds it strange that his throat tightens up whenever you near him, or that he grows frazzled when you merely bring him a trinket that reminded you of him. He thinks he might be sick at first, and he confuses the hell out of Barbara when he relays his symptoms to her. It takes him having to consult Jean, then Lisa, then taking a good, long time to mull over the fact. His realization hits him fully when he sits near his father’s grave, pensive yet peaceful in the moment. He rambles aloud, as if his father could nod along to every word. He talks about how your eyes glitter when you talk about something you enjoy, about how he itches to hold your hand and wrap you in his coat on colder nights. And when his mouth is dry and he’s exhausted himself, it’s as if he could hear his father’s voice in his mind saying, “You’re in love, son.”

Kaeya realizes it relatively quick, but is in denial. He’s observant, so it’s easy for him to catch the way his stare tends to stick on you or how, when you enter a room, his head always raises and a smile quirks his lips. He knows the signs of budding feelings when he sees them, but at first he merely thinks of it as attraction and nothing deeper. It takes someone hitting on you at Angel’s Share for him to realize that it might not just be skin-deep, though. When you smile at the man who politely complimented you and asked if you’d like a drink, Kaeya realizes that even if he wishes to intervene, at the end of the day, you’re not romantically with him. This encounter pushes him to realize the depth of his feelings for you, to say the least. Thankfully, you politely decline the stranger, and the rest of your night is uneventful. But when he walks you back home, your hand in his, Kaeya finally accepts that what he feels for you is so much more than just infatuation. 

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Kazuha gently hugged you in bed, stroking your back gently and full of love. Him staring at your stressing face with adoration, wondering how in the world he got so lucky with someone as amazing as you. Someone as perfect as you. Someone who never fails to make a silly, goofy, love-sick smile grow on in face.

Kazuha loves you too much. Everything about you makes his world a whole lot brighter and a whole lot better. You’re like a breath of fresh air to him.

The wondering samurai pecked your forehead and carefully traced your cheek with a free hand, admiring your stunning features.

“You’re amazing…” He whispered, lips turning up into a smile as the corners of his eyes became to crinkle from the loving smile. “Everything you do is wonderful. You are valid. You are my muse, my inspiration, a gift that I’m very grateful for. I love you, my dear. Keep being yourself, keep being happy and show the world your charming smile.”

He trailed his hand down your arm and interlocked your hands together as he cuddled closer to you.

Kazuha loved you a lot. And he knows that everyone also do, too.

Your first date with Eula

Characters: Eula x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

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Eula

Eula never was good when it came to conveying her true feelings in words, was it because of her pride and upbringing as an aristocrat, or simply because she didn’t have many people, she’d consider close. So, when she asked you to meet her near one of Mondstadt’s lakes later in the day, intending to “finally answer your pleas and teach you the basics” of one of her dances, while finding it hard to look at you, only for a relieved expression and small smile to make their way onto her face when you agreed, you quickly caught on to what she was meant.

“I have to admit that you’re a quick learner, but don’t even think about getting self-satisfied because of one little compliment. You still have a long way to go if you wish to get good at it”, Eula stated after seeing your latest attempt at repeating the part she had taught you earlier, and while it was still a bit clunky, she decided to cut you some slack, considering it was your first day of practice.

And while she would have loved to continue watching you, somewhat taking pride in seeing you learn as quickly as you did, not even her dancing lessons were important enough to justify ignoring the sun beginning to set and continuing into the night, and so, after taking one last, quick glance at the sky, Eula once again opened her mouth, “It’s getting late. We can continue next time, but for now we should return to the city.”

“So, there’s going to be a ‘next time’? I have to admit that while I heard of courageous nobles, I didn’t expect you to be brazen enough to invite me to a second date when the first one isn’t even completely over”, you joked, not being able to control your urges to tease her.

If Eula had decided to chase you at that very moment, no matter if with or without the extra weight of her claymore in hand, you were pretty sure that you wouldn’t have been able to outrun her, feeling tired from all the practice. But nothing happened, instead, the Lawrence just stood there, and while you had expected her to open her mouth to reprimand you, you were surprised when you found a smirk on her lips instead.

“If that’s the case, you’d be surprised of what else I am capable of“, she decided to play along, only for you to be at a loss for words, not having expected Eula's response, resulting in the two of you staring at each other in awkward silence, before both of your faces began turning red and both of you silently agreed to change the subject.