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xiao-cafe · 2 years

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painting the sunset with thoma

pairing: Thoma x GN!Reader tags: Fluff, Modern AU, Newly Established Relationship wc: 2.2k summary: Thoma unexpectedly shows up to your home with a bunch of art supplies so you both decide to spend the afternoon together doing some painting.

aaa thank you jia (@ohmykazuha) for hosting the flufftober event! this is my first ever thoma fic so hopefully i haven't made him too ooc lolol

“Hey! I figured you would be home at this hour,” Thoma grins sheepishly as he stands in your doorway. He takes in your surprised expression as adoration stabs at his heart, clouding his vision with a rosy haze; despite the fact that your hair was a mess and you appeared to have just gotten out of bed.

Still, it was a peaceful Sunday and Thoma could definitely understand why you were still in your pyjamas at two in the afternoon.

Politely averting his eyes, Thoma tries not to stare too much at your animal-patterned pyjamas while you meekly gesture for him to come inside your home with flushed cheeks.

“I’ll be right back!” You exclaim a little too loudly. Your gaze darts in every direction except his, dutifully ignoring his expression full of mirth as Thoma nods in understanding.

Thoma stifles a chuckle as you rush off to your bedroom, leaving him alone in the living room with a suspicious-looking bag in his hands. The pure-white sheen of the plastic bag, bulging with various items inside, contrasted sharply with the thick blocky letters written in red on the bag.

‘FOR THOMA. DO NOT TOUCH.’

The blonde wastes no time in making himself at home. He leaves his belongings by the legs of the coffee table before entering the kitchen to get two glasses of water— one for himself and another for you. Despite the easy familiarity Thoma had with your kitchen, his chest was beginning to feel increasingly tight as nervousness seeped into every crevice of his being. He had only been to your place once, for dinner, and he worried that maybe he was overstepping boundaries.

"You should have told me you were going to stop by," You whine as you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. "Right now, I only have one banana in my fridge." With a sigh, you state.

Thoma lets out a soft giggle as a searing blush spreads across his face. "It's okay, I have some snacks in my bag."

“Though, I think some of them might be expired…” The blonde adds on quietly.

Your answering laugh is like music to his ears and Thoma could feel the nervousness he felt before melting away like butter under the sun as he laughs along with you.

“So… "Did you come here to share expired snacks with me?" You inquire as you take the glass of water he offers you.

Thoma shakes his head, his blonde hair swaying violently. "How do you feel about a painting date?" Thoma waits for your response with a hesitant smile on his lips.

“A painting date?” You echo after him. “Hm, but I don’t have any art supplies.” You say, pursing your lips.

Thoma's face lights up with pride as he puffs out his chest. "Don't worry; I have plenty of art supplies."

“Really? That’s nice.”

The blonde visibly deflates a little upon hearing your response. The lack of enthusiasm in your voice brings a pout onto Thoma’s lips as his green eyes dim dejectedly.

“Don’t you wanna know how I got the art supplies?” Thoma tries, looking at you expectantly. His hand finds yours naturally, fingers slipping between the gaps to interlock his hand with yours.

A wry smirk prods at the corner of your lips and Thoma realises that he’s fallen for your bait.

"You're mean," Thoma grumbles, frowning.

"I'm not," you state emphatically, denying his claim.

His expression, however, quickly changes into a dopey smile as you squeeze your interlocked hands lightly. Your expression swiftly follows suit, mirroring the bliss on Thoma’s face with a toothy grin.

“So how did you get the art supplies?” You question as Thoma leads you back to the living room. His palms are slightly sweaty but Thoma hopes you wouldn’t mind it as he refuses to let go even as the both of you settle into a comfortable position on the floor with your backs against the sofa.

“It all began when the art club told me that they needed Albedo’s help for an upcoming competition but Albedo had already agreed to help another club for a science fair held in the same week,” Thoma paused for a moment, drew in a deep breath, and resumed his story, hyper-aware of your gaze on him as you stared at him, enraptured.

“I agreed to help them convince Albedo to join them and soon enough, I had Albedo in the palm of my hands and he readily agreed to help the art club.” He finished, beaming with pride at his own accomplishment.

Of course, you didn’t need to know the minor details like what Thoma had promised to Albedo in exchange for helping the art club. A few experiments never hurt anyone. Probably.

“Oh, and I got a bunch of art supplies for free because the art club didn’t have the money to pay me,” Thoma adds on, pointing at the plastic bag. You could barely make out the shape of the canvases inside the plastic bag with how bulky the bag was.

Curiosity piqued, you reached out to tug the bag towards you. “How many things did they give you?” You ask as you peered inside the bag.

“Honestly? I’m not sure,” Thoma answered. “But I think they just gave us some basic supplies that they had lying around.”

One by one, you pull out canvases of various sizes, brush sets, acrylic paint, pencils and even a sticker sheet of shiba inus.

“Ah! I got that one on the way here when I stopped by a stationery store.” Plucking the sticker sheet from your grasp, Thoma points at a particularly chonky shiba inu on the sticker sheet. “That one looks like Taroumaru, right?”

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that the sticker did in fact look like Taroumaru, the dog from Komore Teahouse. You let out a loud laugh as you nodded, “The resemblance is uncanny.”

“Hehe, I knew you would agree!”

With all the art supplies laid out carefully on the table by Thoma, the stack of blank canvases were beginning to look daunting to you.

“Are you good at painting?” You ask, leaning your head on Thoma’s shoulder.

“Not sure,” Thoma replies simply as he tilts his head, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

The both of you sit in silence for a while. The solid thud of Thoma’s heartbeat pairs incomparably with your quiet breathing, almost lulling him to drift off into sleep if it weren’t for the sudden pinching of his cheek.

“Didn't you want a painting date?” Your voice lilts in a teasing manner.

A small smile tugs at the corners of the blonde's lips as he sighs through his nose. "All right, all right... We can just schedule a nap date for another day." Thoma comments as he sits upright. Albeit reluctantly, Thoma finally lets go of your hand in favour of stretching his arms upwards.

“I have an idea,” You blurt out. “Since we’re both beginners, I think, we can make it a contest to see who has a nicer painting?”

"And we could follow along with a YouTube video!" Thoma continues, his green eyes gleaming with excitement.

With a proper plan in mind, the both of you set out on different tasks in preparation for the impromptu painting session.

While Thoma searched for easy painting videos on YouTube, you rummaged through your kitchen for old cups and containers and filled them with water.

“How’s this? ‘Easy Sunset Painting For Beginners’,” Thoma reads aloud as he shows you his screen. Your gaze flicks between the screen to Thoma. Noticing the eagerness in his eyes, you smile, sounding out your approval with a hum.

You hand your TV remote over to Thoma, allowing him to set up the device so that the YouTube video could be shown on your TV instead of his much smaller smartphone screen. As Thoma busied himself, you sorted through the art supplies once more. You picked out a small canvas that seemed to be of similar size as the one used in the video, reserving one for Thoma while taking another for yourself.

“You ready?”

You look up from the various paints scattered across your coffee table to see that Thoma had paused the video and was waiting for you to get ready.

“Yep, I sorted out the stuff we needed and the stuff we didn’t,” You tell him, jerking your thumb towards the rejected pile of art supplies on the floor.

A giddy warmth settled deep within your chest as Thoma nudged you in the arm to get your attention before placing a surprise peck on your cheek.

You’re not given any time to react before Thoma hastily turns away and presses ‘play’ on the video. As the intro jingle sounds out from your TV, you take a few more seconds to admire Thoma’s bright red ears as a tingling sensation runs rampant all over your skin.

The room falls silent as the both of you start painting. Your heartbeat rings loudly in your ears and you wonder if Thoma was feeling the same as you.

The required colours had already been laid out and squeezed into blobs on the shared palette as you take turns to dip your brushes into the paint.

The video is simple enough that you’re able to follow along without having to ask Thoma to pause the video frequently, yet it became increasingly clear that Thoma was not a beginner. Not at all.

His confident brush strokes covered the stark white canvas in an instant, painting it over with vibrant red, orange and yellow as he blended the colours into a replica of the sunset. You let out a sound in amazement, staring at Thoma’s painting which looked so different from yours despite following the same video as you were.

“Tired? I can pause the video if you want,” Thoma says as he turns to face you. Unlike yours, Thoma’s fingers were clean and free of paint, a sign of careful precision that a beginner like you lacked.

“You’re way too good at this to be a beginner,” You remarked, pointing at your own canvas which paled in comparison to Thoma’s.

Quickly pausing the video, Thoma shook his head as he answered, “I am a beginner, and your painting looks amazing to me!”

“Look, your lines are better than mine,” The blonde points out.

He was right. Your lines did look neater than Thoma’s slightly crooked ones.

“I guess it is,” You say, meeting a pair of green eyes that seemed to twinkle in delight.

A chuckle escapes from Thoma’s lips as you smile playfully at him, cocking your head to the side for added effect.

“Are you up for expired snacks?”

“Hell yeah.”

“This is harder than I thought…” You mutter as you give your painting its final touches, determined to cover up a small mistake you made on the corner of the canvas.

Beside you, Thoma had already begun snapping pictures of his finished artwork and even some of you, hard at work.

“Say cheese~!”

You hold up your paint-covered fingers, folding it into a peace sign as you smile brightly at Thoma. The rosy blush on his cheeks doesn’t fail to evade your notice as Thoma snaps a few pictures of you. You could even feel your face warm under his attention.

As Thoma marvels at how well his pictures turned out, you take one final comparative glance between your painting and Thoma’s. And sure enough, it was clear as day who had the better painting.

Thoma’s painting was nothing short of brilliant. So much so that you were beginning to doubt that he had lied about being a beginner. Even someone with an untrained eye like yourself could tell what a gem his painting was.

You let out a helpless groan and flopped back onto the sofa seat. Thoma's attention is drawn to the sound, and your boyfriend rushes to your side, his brow furrowed as he assesses you.

"I lost," you say flatly, sluggishly waving your hand at the paintings.

“Lost?” Thoma, perplexed, repeats after you. For a few seconds, you watch his eyelids flutter before realization flashes across his green irises.

“Do you mean the competition? But how do you know you’ve lost?” Thoma questions you, bottom lip protruding ever so slightly as he pokes your cheek gently.

“Your painting is so good I want to frame it up in my room,” Thoma mused, casting an appreciative look at your painting.

Your complaints are muffled as Thoma pulls you onto his lap. His large hands wind around you, skillfully pulling you closer till you’re comfortably slotted against him, your protests effectively muted by the soft pats on your back. Thoma’s laughter fills the room as you smear the paint on your fingers across his cheek in retaliation.

“You can smear paint all over me all you want, but that’s not going to stop me from stealing cuddles from you,” Thoma states. You could feel his smile hidden against your shoulder as he hummed contentedly, rocking you side to side.

“I’m not a baby you know,” You murmur, your lips brushing against his cotton shirt as you speak.

“Of course you are,” Thoma replies smoothly, there’s a brief pause as Thoma quietens. Although there was no way you couldn’t feel his Adam’s apple bob in such close proximity, you pretended not to notice as Thoma swallowed nervously, steeling himself for what he was about to say next.

“By the way, I was serious about framing your painting in my room… Baby.”

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Reading Together at Night!

A/N: These are a mixture of drabbles and headcanons! Xingqiu’s is a bit of a belated birthday present as well, so his are a bit longer (and under the cut to spare you guys some scrolling).

This is also a contribution to @ohmykazuha‘s flufftober event, so do check out everyone else’s work if you’d like!

Characters: Hu Tao, Xingqiu

CW: Butterflies (the insect) mentioned in Hu Tao’s part!

“Ah, Hu Tao! Won’t they burn the curtains?” You turned around from the shelves, alarmed at the arrival of gold and vermillion creatures fluttering about the room. (Your room, to be exact, which was the venue of your little sleepover on the weekend.)

“Don’t worry about it!” The girl beckoned you to come to the bed where she sat, summoning another butterfly at the tip of her finger. It perched there, glowing with the power of pyro and wings flapping gently in greeting. “They may seem like fire hazards, but aren’t flammable unless I want them to be. So your curtains, clothes, and papers are all safe and sound.” She winked.

You sighed in relief, now able to properly appreciate their intricacy. “They’re beautiful,” you admitted, watching how the butterflies floated about your room like winking stars. “It’s like something out of a novel.”

“Except they’re real,” Hu Tao proudly replied. “Well, somewhat real. The details are boring anyways, so lets be youthful and just call them miraculous. It’ll make me feel impressive, too! Like a magician with their tricks~”

Needless to say, the two of you spent the rest of the night comfortably reading next to one-another, sharing a book. The blankets were drawn up to your knees, which would occasionally bump against hers on occasion.

When she was reading, Hu Tao’s demeanor switched to a quieter version of her usual self. She’d hum on occasion, though it wasn’t a tune you recognized, or hold her chin as she considered the plot’s twists and turns.

You’d sometimes sneak a glance at her to catch the look in her eyes, her micro-expressions the only things that’d reveal her thoughts. It was a side of her you enjoyed seeing; the intellect in her gaze shining as she considered the words on the pages.

At one point you started creating a story of your own, brainstorming with together after feeling inspired from what you’ve just read.

“If I was in a novel…” Hu Tao tapped her cheek, considering her options. “What if I was a dragon instead?”

“A dragon?” You echoed curiously.

“Yep!” She drew an image in the air with the same glow as her butterflies from before. “A wise dragon that grants wishes to those that are able to find it. And you can be the illustrious protagonist that comes across my abode!”

You laughed as the mini-dragon flew from her palm and made a loop into the air, disappearing with a flourish. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Then allow me,” Hu Tao bowed dramatically, making you giggle. “With the power I have, I shall see to it that all your wishes come true, oh powerful and illustrious traveler.” An eye peeked open as she wore a smile. “So, what’d you think? Good enough?”

When Xingqiu arrived at the usual rooftop, he hadn’t expected to be greeted by the sight of scattered petals and a bouquet of silk flowers in your hands.

A part of himself was delighted, yet he only allowed himself a curious smile as he greeted you and asked what all this was for (he had an idea of course, considering it was his birthday).

You crossed your arms behind your back, the swish of the bag you had with you drawing his attention. “I know you find performances tiring, and I can only imagine what it’d be today with all those gift baskets crowding your door - so I thought that maybe I could be the one to perform this time.” You peered at him. “...Too little? Too much?”

As long as it’s you, it’s always just right. “I like it,” Xingqiu hid his smile behind his book. “Thank you for putting in the effort for this. It truly means a lot.”

Oh, but the surprises don’t end there, do they? You reveal that you brought some baked treats, and sealed away in an envelope was not mora, but rather…

“A bookmark.” You confirmed as Xingqiu ran his thumb over the engravings, patterns inspired by phoenixes and stags, with even a rabbit in the corner. You planned this design with a craftsman a month ago; the ones available in stores were nice, but not quite as fitting a gift for someone that could have anything if he so wished.

Call him competitive or keen to return your thoughtfulness, but Xingqiu suggested the two of you venture somewhere with a better view if you were up for it. Sensing that this was another hideout spot of his, you nodded and agreed with a grin.

The view certainly was worth the climb. (Granted, it would’ve been plenty hazardous if you didn’t have a guide with you.) You found yourself on one of the tallest buildings in the area, perched at the very top where the wind would graze your cheek in hello, and you felt like if you were looking over the city as a guardian deity.

With the two of you seated there (safely, of course,) your attention drew to the book Xingqiu brought with him, which he’d intended to gift to you if you liked it enough. Strategically situated by the lamps hanging around the city, the two of you took turns reading out the story to each other.

When Xingqiu was immersed in the book, he’d lean a bit into your side as his eyes stayed glued to its pages. There was a refreshing kind of excitement he’d adopt as he flipped them to continue, lips gracing from the tale that came to life in his mind.

He loved reading and enjoying his hobby in solitude - which was why sharing this together made your heart grow that much fonder of him.

By the end of the night you said your farewells by the window of his room, where Xingqiu stopped you before you could turn to leave. With an almost practiced swiftness, he tucked a silk flower behind your ear and lifted your hand to his lips, brushing the back of it with a murmured thanks for tonight.

“Don’t think I wouldn’t return the gesture,” He pointed at the flowers you’d braided into his own hair, eyes dancing with amusement. Xingqiu finally steps back, wishing you goodbye with a soft smile. “Until we next meet, my liege. And thank you - I truly had fun.”

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