OBVIOUSLY WHAT IS HE?? DELULU?

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★ Habits That Prove They Love You ★

!gn reader ★a/n : three small hcs per character ◕‿↼

★ Characters: Kazuha, Dottore, Zhongli, Ayato, Scaramouche, Diluc, Childe, Gorou, Venti, Heizou, Albedo, Tighnari, Kaeya, Thoma, Xiao, Pantalone ★

Albedo

He gets caught staring at you too much. Has been guilty of subconsciously scribbling down your name with hearts in a notebook. He likes it when Klee takes you along with her to Dragonspine. So much so, that whenever Klee doesn't, he tries to subtly suggest to her to take you along again.

Dottore

When he’s annoyed from thinking about you too much, he’ll bite down on something. This might range from his own tongue to a pencil.

He has named experiments after you.... ρ(･ω`･､)

He loves to show off any of his creations or discoveries to you.

Pantalone

Its genuinely hard for him to go out to any shopping center and not splurge on gifts for you.

He loves, loves using pet names for you

One of his great pleasures in life is seeing you get all dressed up.

Kaeya

Sometimes, if he’s alone in bed, he’ll randomly whisper your name in the dark.

When he sips wine, deep in thought, half the time, he’s just thinking of you.

He likes it when you tease him back

Kazuha

You can talk to Kazuha normally and then out of blue, he’ll get the exact inspiration he needed for the next line of his haiku.

At any time he suspects you’re uncomfortable, he’ll gently hold your hand.

When he’s cooking for you, he tries a little harder to make it taste good.

Thoma

The kinda guy who puts up positive sticky notes around the house.

If he’s cooking for you, he’ll incorporate cute little faces on the dish for you.

He also goes on a journey to find your favorite tea recipe and perfect it for those days you’re feeling particularly down.

Scaramouche

He lets you wear his hat if you ask nicely

Occasionally, he’ll say something so considerate towards you, it may at first feel out of character.

If it’s hot outside and he has only one cool treat on hand, he will, “absentmindedly” give it to you. ( the reverse stays true in cold weather )

Venti

You hum a song, and Venti will have that same song stuck in his head for hours to come.

When you’re relaxing under somewhere, like the Windrise tree, Venti will sit by your side for your company.

Every now and then, Venti saves up his bard earnings to properly treat you at someplace nice. (´∀｀)b

Xiao

He’s prone to quietly following you around when he feels anxious ( with or without your knowledge…)

It’s only through you he’ll try out any mortal dishes.

When you come to visit him, he always has this quiet glimmer in his eye.

Gorou

Seeing you after its been some time never fails to make his tail wag.

Gorou will be happy to give you free piggyback rides.

It may be too dramatic for him to say casually, but he would 100% die for you.

Tighnari

He keeps descriptions about his studies or flora encountered brief enough, but with you, he lets himself enthuse about it more.

He lets you pet his ears. Best privilege ever. ( ^O^ )

If you’re not paying attention, he might sneak a flower into your hair.

Heizou

Finds any little excuse he can to touch you.

He always has a lot to talk about with you, ( mostly regarding to his cases )

Watch as you never lose your keys, pens, or any other small items again.

Diluc

You two are out shopping, anywhere, and if you’re about to buy something that caught your eye, he’ll offer to cover the price. Everytime.

After an exhausting day, you’re the first and only person he wants to see.

He’ll also take the time to acquaint you with his falcon.

Childe

He completely trusts you with his family.

At times he has to leave abroad, he always keeps a memento of you on hand. Whether it be a photograph or a small charm.

When he can return to you, he likes to do it by surprise to see your reaction.

Ayato

Busy, but somehow he always manages to squeeze a little time for you.

He’s attentive to what you wear, if you have a button undone, he’ll come forward and happily fix it for you.

He never misses an anniversary or any other special occasion.

Zhongli

Sometimes, he recalls a particular story so that you might find it humorous.

He’s willing take a walk with you at anytime of the day.

With him, you’ll never get scammed.

HUNTER WITH THE BISEXUAL FLAG PATCH ON HIS BATTLE JACKET

Edit: Better-quality images make it even clearer what it’s intended to be!

I CANNOT KINIKILIG NAKO QHAHAHAHH

"ikaw at ikaw means you," you softly tap his nose, "and you."

shoto's lips met the finger that answered his question. the chorus of a song repeated those unfamiliar tagalog words, and for the past week, it's the one stuck in your mind. there wasn't a day where he didn't hear the tune either from you humming or having it play on your phone.

today was a free day. cuddled up in your dorm, unoccupied by nothing but each other's company, he presumed this is the perfect time to cure his curiosity. perhaps shoto can understand and like it as well.

"what's with the repetition though?" he asks.

"hmm." you face him, intrigued with his interest. "guess."

"i don't know the rest of the words," he cautions, staring blankly, "... or what they mean."

to which you only respond stating— "that's the fun part."

for the next few minutes, your lover had his fair share of guesses. from chosen heroes or picking friends from a big group, his answers somehow made sense.

this seemed more difficult than any exam he had to answer. though the process was a lot more fun. especially as he sees your face light up when it sounds like he's about to get it right. when it goes far, the way you keep a chuckle and intend to hear his explanation has him going further to eventually make you laugh. it was a cycle he'd be willing to get stuck in for as long as time permits.

you gave him a clue which was the title of the song, but it may have made his answers go a longer distance.

"...so it's not about their dog?"

"no, Pasilyo is not a tagalog pet name, " you sheepishly answer, holding a grin. his eyes narrow, still confused but determined.

"but you know, maybe a kiss could get me to answer." you tease but it's a win-win, so how would he resist? he cups your face and nods, taking your offer seriously— catching you a bit off guard. he starts with peppering kisses on your face before eventually meeting your lips.

you pause in between, gazing adoringly as you sway a bit of his disheveled hair. "it's just a cliche love song, dummy."

he still doesn't understand most of the lyrics or the main context of the song. but one thing for sure, whatever he feels is probably close— shoto has heart that screams you, and only you.

୨୧ this is,,, vv self-indulgent hehe aLSO I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG TITLED PASILYO TOO MUCH HELP ME

hi!! may i request xiao with a s/o who always cooks for him (but xiao always acts like he doesn't like it but he secretly does) ty!

~A war between Food and love~

Characters: Xiao x Gn!reader

Warnings: nothing just fluff ♡•♡

to be honest he actually finds it adorable cute even! But he really needs to not act "weak" in front of his S/O so they don't become a target to monsters or even if the fatui! he really doesn't mean to hurt your feelings!! :( so imagine this scenario!!

you just finished making dinner at you and xiao shared home and this was your fifth attempt to get your boyfriend to at least try some of your cooking!

"Xiao~ I cooked dinner today! please come home i made too much for myself so why don't you come and eat with me♡"

"you called?"

"wha-WAIT XIAO?!!"

you jolted in surprise of him coming behind you but just to taste your food!! normally you make him food at your work place Wangshu Inn and he mostly restrains himself from large crowds and social interactions

"so you wanted me...to eat with you..?"

"Yes my love! i-if you don't mind of course..."

your eyes went down in embarrassment as you actually never actually expected him to come until he lifted your chin up to look into his golden eyes to give you a truly loving kiss from a man like him..his lips tasted like honey and...almond tofu♡

"shall we go eat now? I don't have much time you know cutie~?"

"y-yes honeybun..♡"

you took your boyfriends hand as he guides you to the dinner table ♡

ty for reading >♡< Follow for more fics!!

⠀ [ ᝰ ] Realizing they’re in love

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀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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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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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.”

Damian "It's hard to breathe when you're not in my direct line of sight, but I won't let it show" Wayne

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.”