#thoma fanfic

[cryoculus]

— guard dog 01 ⟢

pairing: thoma x assassin!reader

summary: you’re a skilled mercenary who takes odd jobs all around inazuma to make ends meet. so when the shogunate hires you to assassinate the lady of the kamisato clan, you don’t think much of it. that’s until you grossly miscalculate how good of a guard dog her chief retainer actually is.

word count: 5.5k words

notable characters: thoma, kamisato ayaka

tags: found family, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

warnings: drugging attempts, assassination attempts

notes: i'll be posting chapters one to thirteen everyday at double intervals! this is one of the fics i'm immensely proud of writing, so i hope you like it hehe :')

header art cr: n0yunn on twt

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You’ve always wondered what the Kamisatos of old had been thinking when they decided to build a mansion by the cliffs of Mount Yougou. 

First, you’d either have to make the trek up the mountain or navigate your way through Chinju Forest. The locals of Narukami Island already regarded that place warily—with all the talk about bake-danuki kidnapping lost children in the cover of night, never to be seen again.

And then there was the sudden drop all the way to the rocky shores of the coastline below. One wrong move, and you might just find yourself dead on the beach if you carelessly traipse around the edges of the property. 

But you knew, more than most, that the natural terrain wasn’t what made the Kamisato Estate so difficult to breach. 

The guards of the Yashiro Commission were stationed uniformly across the area—looking intimidating enough to send any amateur thief packing. One could tell from a glance that these guys had years of training under their belts.

After all, they were guarding one of the three noble households in Inazuma. But it’s not like anyone who knew about Kamisato clan and its retainers was stupid enough to cross them like that. 

Unless, of course, they were you.  

A flock of birds flew overhead from your vantage point, momentarily distracting you from the task at hand. It was nearing sundown again, and the princess should be tending to the sand gardens right about—

“Now,” you whispered, biting down on a lavender melon as you watched the scene unfold. 

Normally, scouting your targets from a perch so high up was impossible. But your employers were generous enough to supply you with a pair of binoculars for the job. You were never one to tinker with any Fontainian contraption imported into the country, but if it works, it works.

Now here you were, hidden away in one of the slated slopes of the mountain as Kamisato Ayaka stepped out into the foyer to admire the scenic view. 

She strode gracefully into the garden, rake in hand before gazing out into the open sea. The waning sunlight glittered across the surface in warm tones, and you would have been mesmerized too, if the circumstances had been any different.

Still, this was a sight Ayaka saw everyday, and the princess spared no time soaking up the scenery longer than she had to. 

This was your seventh day of lying in wait—familiarizing yourself with each person who went in and out of the estate at all hours of the day. Where they went, what they did, who they spoke to.

Well, not really. Even a dedicated mercenary like you had to take some breaks in-between. But one week was enough for you to memorize the daily habits of the Yashiro Commission. 

A greenhorn would never have noticed the way they loosened security in the first hour of twilight. Only five guards out of the original ten stationed outside would remain, and the others would be invited to eat dinner inside the pavilion.

After twenty or-so minutes, they would switch with the guards that stayed behind—rinse and repeat. 

During this momentary give in their defenses, though, Ayaka would trace circles into the sand garden in quiet meditation.

Vulnerable. Exposed.

If you decided to take her out with a bow and arrow, gravity would favor you in more ways than one. But you were a shit archer at best, and there was…something else that threw a wrench in your plans. A wildcard in your weeklong observation period that you just couldn’t pin down no matter how many alternatives you tried to come up with. 

The lavender melon turned bitter in your mouth once you caught sight of him.

Thoma was someone that’s very hard to miss. You’ve seen him a couple of times around Ritou—all golden hair and swindling smiles—but you never once dared to make his acquaintance. Fixers were crafty people by nature, and you’d rather not get outfoxed by someone like him by any means.

In fact, your constant avoidance was finally bearing fruit now that you’ve been entrusted with the assassination of Kamisato Ayaka. 

But while everyone else in the Yashiro Commission stuck with their day-to-day routines faithfully, Thoma seemed like he always just acted on a whim. That man had no concept of routine at all.

Unlike Ayaka who committed herself to her own schedule without fail, Thoma was someone who did something different everyday. 

In hindsight, it was expected. He was an undercover fixer—of course his daily to-do list wasn’t patterned the same way as everyone else’s. 

The other day, Thoma left the estate at the crack of dawn only to come back a few hours after midnight.

Yesterday, he leveled the hedges as he watched Ayaka practice her swordsmanship in the courtyard.

And now, after bidding a few words in farewell to his charge, he was walking out of the estate with a carefree hint to his strides. If you drew any closer, you might even hear him whistling. 

Case in point: this wasn’t the first time you were hired to kill a noble. It was, however, the first time you’ve had to deal with a variable that’s as unpredictable as Thoma.

You watched him take the path that led to Chinju Forest through your binoculars—tossing the stem of your lavender melon to the side. He was probably headed to Inazuma City from the looks of it.

Patiently, you waited until Thoma’s form disappeared into the mist before heaving a long sigh in relief.

Now that he was out of the way, you could afford some room to think.

Admittedly, you weren’t sure why the shogunate even contacted someone like you to carry this out. You were nothing but a lone swordswoman who took on odd jobs to make ends meet. Killing other people for money wasn’t exactly above your moral compass, but could your feats be impressive enough for the Tenryou Commission to seek you out personally? 

“Kill the girl and make it seem as if the Sangonomiya rebels were behind it,” said Kujou Masahito, the night he and his men found you. “We’ve been in a stalemate long enough.” 

It was a tall order, now that you thought about it. What person in their right mind would accept a mission to: one, infiltrate the Kamisato estate; two, murder the lady of the house; and three, frame the resistance for the act? Sure, the Tenryou Commission practically offered you millions of mora in exchange, but was all that really worth risking your neck for?

However, asking questions wasn’t something you did with your clients. Whoever they were, whatever their motives, so long as they came to you, offering the right price, you would see the job done.

Your discretion has always made you quite the favorite in the Inazuman underworld, and you’d prefer if things stayed that way.

Rising from your aching haunches, you shoved the binoculars into a knapsack. You then cast the estate below a sidelong glance. The sun had long set, and a slew of yellow lanterns lit up the courtyard.

You could see Ayaka being escorted back inside the house by one of her attendants, possibly to join her brother for dinner as well. You paid it no mind. 

You’ll allow her some last moments of serenity before putting an end to her life.

About two hours before midnight, you descended from your perch—ducking behind trees while skilfully evading the guards’ line of sight. You quietened your footsteps as you approached the building in which the estate’s denizens resided. 

There was no need for you to draw this close, as you’ve already gleaned most of what you needed to know from a distance, but… 

It was about time for the princess’ nightly routine. An elegant dance performed beneath the moonlight—with her signature fan scattering white snowflakes in the height of summer.

You’ve heard about the Shirasagi Himegimi’s mesmerizing performances in passing. How she was always the star of every cultural festival in Amakame Island.

You were only human, so you were naturally inclined to be curious. And it’s not as if seeing her dance in the moonlit foyer will derail your plans. 

But you’d been a few minutes too late, it seemed. Because now, Ayaka was seated by the edge of the pavilion, gazing silently at the clear sky above. In her hands was a teacup patterned with herons in flight—one of her favorite pieces. 

To a normal onlooker (A.K.A., anyone who didn’t spend seven days deliberately stalking her), Ayaka didn’t seem the type to drink tea all by herself. She had an entire Commission’s worth of company, and she could always ask one of her retainers to sit down and nurse a few drinks with her.

But you’ve come to realize that the princess was someone who didn’t like disturbing others—regardless of how minimal the disturbance might be. 

Kamisato Ayato took charge of the political dabblings of the Yashiro Commission. Kamisato Ayaka was the face of the clan; the heart of the people; adored by each and every person who knew her by name.

But…why did she look so lonely?

“Milady, you shouldn’t be staying up so late.”

The sound of Thoma’s voice made you seize up like a cat tossed into a basin of water—making you reflexively duck behind the rigid walls on the side of the house. There were no lanterns on this side of the estate, so the darkness should be able to conceal you well enough.

“I was waiting for you to return,” Ayaka admitted aloud, the sound of her sandals scraping against the stone-littered path ringing in your ears. “I…I would have had a hard time falling asleep either way—knowing not everyone is safely back in the mansion at this hour.”

You arched an eyebrow but continued listening in.

“Oh?” There’s a hint of amusement in Thoma’s tone. “Even if I specifically informed you earlier that I might not be back until tomorrow noon, you still waited? Milady, you honor me, but I can’t continue imposing such—”

“You’re not imposing,” Ayaka sighed, and it’s the first time you've heard her sound so…exasperated. But then again, Ayaka was only ever this animated in the company of her chief retainer. “As one of the leaders of the Yashiro Commission, it’s my responsibility to ensure the well-being of my retainers.”

“Isn’t it the other way around, though?” Thoma laughed, and you got the impression that you were intruding on something you weren’t supposed to. (A little too late to have those sentiments now, but you still had some integrity, at least.) “Well, I know there’s no changing your mind when it is already set, milady. How about we pair your evening tea with some sakura mochi I brought from the Teahouse?” 

A pause. “You’re going to tell me what you were doing in Inazuma City, yes?”

“It would be a disservice not to.”

Knowing you’d already lingered for too long, you fled the scene—silently backing away until you heard a loud crunch echoing into the evening air. You jolted, cursing under your breath when you realized you’d stepped on a damn twig—!

“Thoma? What’s wrong?”

Then, footsteps—accompanied by the sound of the chief retainer’s accessories jingling on his person. You ducked behind an unsuspecting aralia tree, but right in front of you was a sheer drop into the ocean. Archons damn it. You hadn’t realized how close you were to the edge of the cliff. 

Instinctively, you pressed your back further against the tree bark, wondering what the hell Thoma was even doing here when he supposedly had business to attend to in the city. 

“It’s nothing, milady,” he sighed, and you felt your shoulders sag with relief as you heard his voice draw further away. “Just thought I’d heard something.”

“You must be tired if you’re starting to hear things.”

Not waiting for Thoma to come up with a response, you made your timely escape. 

Somewhere down the deeper corners of Chinju Forest was an abandoned shrine. It was on the smaller side—the ornamental roof layered with thick moss, and the talismans having faded with age. You hadn’t the slightest clue which deity it was dedicated to, but it was for that reason that you declared it your designated territory of sorts. 

There, you took out a shovel from your knapsack before digging a hole into the ground. It was safer to leave what little belongings you had where no people could even begin to look. And you’d rather not be carrying all your possessions when you’re about to infiltrate a mansion.

Once you’re satisfied with the depth, you began to rummage through the bag. You only took what was strictly needed—a pouch of powdered crystal marrow and a lone dark feather.

Mora and weapons wouldn’t be necessary if you did the job properly, which you will. But before you could turn around to shovel the unearthed soil back in place, you twisted the feather in your fingers. 

This was the item that secured your agreement to the Tenryou Commission’s outlandish request. Kujou Sara was known to be a fierce warrior on the battlefield, so if Masahito managed to procure one of her feathers and give it to you, it was the real deal.

The shogunate really was out to tip the scales and launch the country into a civil war. 

However, the feather was also a contingency plan of sorts.

“If you foresee yourself being unable to complete the mission, burn it and we’ll send someone to come to your aid,” Masahito informed, and while you were grateful for the possible fallback, you wondered if burning it rendered your reward money null and void. You didn’t ask, nor did he elaborate.

It was normal to have your reservations about this. After all, you could very much go down in the history books as the match that ignited the bloodiest war in Inazuma. But you never really cared much for appearances. Not now, not ever.

Once you accept a job, you’ll see it through until the end. 

“H-Help, please… Help.”

The guards were quick to act once you emerged from the forest the following day—bloody and beaten and quivering in your boots. One of them managed to catch you before you could fully collapse to the ground, and he immediately barked orders to prepare a room and call a healer. 

Faking your identity to mislead victims was a trick you picked up from an old acquaintance. The acting that went into the entire charade was as troublesome as it sounded, but you weren’t exactly given many cards to play here.

Hell, even the method you’d decided to assassinate Ayaka with was far from your usual. But you didn’t build a reputation for yourself by cutting corners and half-assing your jobs, that’s for sure. 

Of all the members of the Tri-Commission, the Yashiro Commission was the most impartial. They had the hearts of the people of Inazuma, and the Kamisato clan collectively cared for them in return.

Whether you’re a rebel or a shogunate officer, if you turned up half-dead on their doorstep, it was ingrained in their principles to take you in. That kindness, however, was a double-edged sword.

They’d just invited a murderer into the heart of their stronghold. 

However, their retainers weren’t complete idiots. Before rushing you into a room to get your injuries tended to, a due interrogation was conducted. (Who are you? Where did you come from? What happened?)

All their questions, you answered with a somewhat convincing act—you’re woozy from the “blood loss”, unable to respond coherently, drifting in and out of consciousness. But they could glean from your tattered maroon disguise uniform that you were part of the resistance. 

“She probably tried to infiltrate the Kujou Encampment,” suggested one of the female attendants. “Both sides are growing more and more desperate each day… Should we inform Lady Ayaka and Lord Ayato?”

The proposal was met with a grunt from a man you recognized as Madarame Hyakubei. “Lord Ayato requested for us not to disturb him today, and Lady Ayaka is resting for the afternoon. Granted, Master Thoma didn’t say when he’ll return either so I suggest we keep this under wraps for now.”

Keep this under wraps. Yeah, that definitely worked in your favor.

With a silent, unanimous agreement, the rest of the guards left you in the hands of their resident healer—a meek woman who introduced herself as Hina.

You knew better than to respond to any of her inquiries, so you continued masquerading your own deliriousness as she patched up your self-inflicted wounds. Hina didn’t linger longer than she had to, and once you stopped fake-moaning in pain, she eventually got up and resumed whatever task your arrival had rudely interrupted.

There were still some curious attendants sneaking glances into the room they’d put you in, though—whispering amongst themselves in hushed tones. Thankfully, those gossiping girls went about their own business sometime later, and you’re left completely alone. 

You couldn’t really do much in your current state. The people around the mansion were led to believe that you’ve been gravely injured. It would definitely raise suspicions if anyone saw you tiptoeing around the house, so you bide your time.

You’ve waited an entire week to put your plans into motion, what’s a few hours more?

When night fell, you expected one of the attendants to bring you dinner—if the Yashiro Commission’s extensive hospitality was anything to go by.

The anticipation might have also been fueled by the fact that it’s been days since you’ve eaten a proper meal. Whenever the guards outside ate altogether in the pavilion, the food prepared for them looked so appetizing. You couldn’t really blame yourself for pondering what they’ll serve you.

But the person who emerged into the room a few minutes later was the last one you’d expected to come.

“L-Lady Kamisato,” you stammered, sitting upright to bow your head. “It’s an honor. Please don’t trouble yourself with this…” 

Ayaka flashed you a gentle smile, kneeling on the tatami to set the tray of food on your bedside. “It’s only proper that I see our guest with a warm welcome. You must be feeling better now that you can speak to me. My retainers said you were practically unintelligible earlier.”

Fuck. You broke character.

Swallowing thickly, you managed a dry laugh. “Your healer was amazing, miss. I didn’t think I would make it through the day, actually…” 

She nodded in understanding, a grim look suddenly crossing her pristine features. “I see. You’re one of the Sangonomiya rebels, aren’t you? May I ask what you’re doing all the way here on Narukami Island?” 

You purposely let your shoulders sag in a false show of emotion. “I…was sent for an espionage mission, but I got hunted down by the shogun’s lap dogs. Thanks to you, though, I’m still in one piece.”

“I had no part in your recovery. It’s all the work of my retainers,” Ayaka clarified with that same, unwavering smile. She gestured for you to take the food she’d brought. “Go on. I’m sure you’re hungry, so you better eat something.”

You were gladly about to indulge in her offer before—

“Milaaaady,” drawled an obnoxiously loud voice coming from the halls. And when a head of golden hair poked itself into the room, you felt your appetite vanishing in a puff of smoke. “Why’d you leave me in the kitchen? I can’t look after you if you’re going around without me, you know?”

There he was—the wild card that constantly threw your plans into disarray. 

“Thoma, don’t be too loud. She’s still resting,” Ayaka chided as he knelt beside her on your bedside. “This is Thoma, the chief retainer of the Kamisato clan. He normally isn’t this noisy, so I hope you forgive him.”

No introduction needed, thank you very much, you wanted to say, but kept your mouth rightfully shut. Instead, you met Thoma’s green-eyed gaze as you tilted your head in a curt bow. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” he chuckled before folding his arms together. “I believe I haven’t caught your name yet…” 

A name. Right. You had to give them a name—not your real name, of course. You weren’t that overconfident. 

“Kira,” you spoke softly. “My name is Kira.” 

“I see. So, Miss Kira…you’re from the resistance, huh? What’s the status over there in Watatsumi Island?” 

Again, you assumed your role as a fugitive rebel with sigh. “Not too good. They’ve pushed us back so far that we had to resort to underhanded tactics.”

Thoma raised an eyebrow. “Such as?” 

Immediately remembering the suggestion of one of the attendants earlier, you decided to use that as a reference. “Infiltrating the Kujou Encampment to gain some intel. Though, I hardly got that done at all since…” Then, a wordless gesture towards the bandages wrapped around your body. 

Ayaka flashed you a pitiful expression while Thoma hummed to himself. Did you really sound that convincing? Nonetheless, the chief retainer spoke again. “A wise man once told me that the best way out of a predicament is through. Why don’t you guys just march straight into Inazuma City and take it up to the Raiden Shogun herself?”

“Why don’t we step out and allow our guest to have some peace tonight?” Ayaka intervened, rising to her feet while tugging on Thoma’s sleeve in the process as she turned to you. “He asks too many questions sometimes. Again, please forgive him.” 

You shook your head. “I’m already taking up much of your time as is. The one seeking penance should be me, milady.” 

The princess shook her head once more as they made their way out of the room. “We hope for nothing but utmost health for you, Miss Kira. Please don’t hesitate to call for us if you need anything. We can discuss your situation further in the morning.” 

When the door slid shut behind them, you could still vaguely make out some fragments of conversation. Ayaka was saying something along the lines of, “You should really be more polite to our guests,” and Thoma only responded with a peal of laughter. 

Then, your eyes flickered towards your dinner—braised salted fish with pickled seaweed on the side.

“All these formalities for a complete stranger?” you muttered, pulling apart the chopsticks they’d provided as you shook your head. “Bunch of fools...” 

Once you’ve had your fill, you tossed the blankets aside and stretched your limbs. Acting bedridden could easily make you feel the part, and you had to keep your blood pumping for what you were about to do. 

For some reason, Hina and the guards didn’t bother inspecting you or your clothes, which proved to be quite the advantage.

Walking over to where they’d set down your boots, you turned the left boot upside down—shaking it rigidly until a satin pouch and a dark feather fell to the floor. 

The pouch that contained the poison you were to use weighed almost nothing in your palm, and it was for that reason you chose it.

Powdered crystal marrow was so easy to conceal that slipping it into the princess’ evening tea was mere child’s play. You then shoved Kujou Sara’s feather in one of your pockets, praying you didn’t have to use it at all. 

When the door to the room slid open again, you were completely prepared. This time, it wasn’t Kamisato Ayaka nor Thoma who went in to collect the tray.

It was one of the attendants that had been gossiping outside while the healer was tending to your injuries. 

She paused by the entrance when she noticed you weren’t in your futon, and it was at that moment that you pounced—muffling her nose with a cloth laced with poison. Not enough to kill her, but certainly enough to knock her out.

Knowing that you’re quickly running out of time, you disrobed the attendant and replaced your disguise with her clothes swiftly.

The sleeves billowed just right around your arms, and the obi wasn’t too difficult to tie. And since you felt slightly bad for having to drag her into this, you covered the attendant’s bare body with the thin blanket of your futon. 

With the tray that Ayaka had dropped off in hand, you closed the door to your room—eyes darting around for anyone who could have gotten wind of what just happened. 

Fortunately, there weren’t many people milling inside the mansion. Just a couple of attendants dusting furniture and scrubbing the tatami.

None of them spared you so much as a backwards glance. But, knowing you couldn’t exactly disguise your face, you made yourself scarce—heading to a hall that you had a hunch led to the kitchen. 

Based on the brief glimpses you’d seen prior to your relocation to the room, your guess should be right, and the attendant you’d just taken out was about to bring Ayaka her evening tea. You didn’t perform a weeklong stake-out for your calculations to be incorrect. 

With each step you took across the hall, your heart pounded dreadfully. This was it. You were almost there. If you managed to pull this off, your mantle as Inazuma’s most cunning assassin would be set in stone. Your services would be sought after, and you’d be raking in millions from each job. 

(And then Inazuma would be plunged into chaos. The fall of the Kamisato clan’s eldest daughter undoubtedly offsetting the peace that the people of Narukami tried so hard to maintain. The Electro Archon would no longer have any reason to hold back. But would the Raiden Shogun lash out on the very people whom she promised a never-ending eternity? 

Would someone like you even be spared from her wrath?)

Your predictions have been correct. You were headed the right way. The kitchen was at the far end of this hall, and none of the other attendants were present. 

Instead, the one that greeted you was the chief retainer in all his smug glory—instantly ripping you away from your musings of the future, and back to the dreadful present. 

Thoma stood in front of the counter, a fresh tea set patterned with Ayaka’s favorite herons painted elegantly on each ceramic piece. Behind him, a kettle sat on top of the stove—the low flame illuminating the room just a tad brighter.

He didn’t seem surprised to see you, nor did he have any outward reaction to the fact that you’re wearing an attendant’s uniform. Instead, he leaned across the wooden surface, sighing. 

“Well that’s just disappointing,” he lamented. “I really rooted for you, you know. Hope you’d give it up and leave once you’ve gotten a taste of milady’s kindness.” 

You kept your lips sealed, straightening yourself as you sauntered over to the sink. Your movements were quiet as you set down the bowl and chopsticks they’d given, and Thoma watched your every move.

You had absolutely no clue how he’d managed to sniff you out as quickly as he did, but if he wasn’t pinning you to the floor and tying you up yet, then you still had some leeway for escape. 

“I’ve already expected your arrival, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Thoma supplied. “You’re good at not leaving any tracks, but you aren’t exactly keen on concealing your presence. It’s almost like you wanted me to know what you were up to.”

Despite his friendly tone, you kept your silence—gaze roving around the kitchen for any clean-cut exits, only to realize there were none. 

You half-contemplated using the rest of your powdered crystal marrow to incapacitate him and make your escape. Though you’re yet to witness it firsthand, Thoma would definitely be worth something in a fight if he was the Kamisatos’ chief retainer.

The injuries you’d sustained from throwing it down with a bunch of mitachurls to look convincingly mangled weren’t all fake. If you were backed into a corner now, you’ll definitely lose.

But you reminded yourself that every dose you got your hands on was few and far in between. You didn’t want to risk your future kills for a momentary lapse in judgement. 

So, like any cornered animal, you did what was logical at that moment. 

You ran for your life.

.

.

. 

Or, at least tried to. 

Before you could even step out of the kitchen, Thoma was already on you—seizing both of your wrists and twisting them behind your back. Your jaw throbbed as he slammed your face against the wall, and no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn’t break free from his grip.

“Get your hands off me, guard dog,” you hissed, desperately trying to kick him in the groin as a last resort. 

Thoma let out another stupidly carefree laugh as he evaded your attempts at his family jewels. “Guard dog? That’s a new one. And you say it like it’s an insult.” 

“Fuck you!”

“Now, now. That’s not a very kind thing to say.” He pouted. “And milady was so insistent for me to be polite. Not so deserving now, are you?” 

Irritated, you considered spitting in his face, but remembered you had more tact than that. “So? Just kill me then. You already predicted I’d try to kill her, didn’t you?”

The moment you’d articulated the words, it struck you that Thoma was acting awfully calm about your blatant revelation. If it had been one of the other retainers, they’d probably be fuming at the knowledge.

Maybe they would’ve called the police by now. Worse, they’d have you executed on the spot. 

But this man didn’t look like a fiercely loyal retainer who prioritized the well-being of his charge above all else. As you struggled to get a look at him from the impossible position he’d pinned you with, Thoma flashed you a conspiratorial grin that gave you the creeps. 

“Killing you would be too easy, don’t you think?” the chief retainer sighed. “And besides, milady seems to have taken a liking to you. She’s never met a member of the resistance before. She even wondered over dinner if you two could be friends.” 

You clicked your tongue. “I thought you already knew that I wasn’t—”

“Yes, yes. I knew you were a fraud the moment you answered my questions earlier,” Thoma interjected with a chuckle. “No bona fide member of the resistance would give away sensitive information like that so freely. They’d rather kill themselves first before revealing the strategies of Her Excellency, Sangonomiya.”

Oh. So that’s how he figured out.

“Okay, so my acting could be a bit better,” you began snarkily. “But what does it matter now? You caught me. The Almighty chief retainer of the Kamisato household has caught another mouse in the trap. Now could you please just get to the part where you lead me down to the gallows to commit seppuku?” 

You were stalling. No one with a survival instinct as desperate as yours would easily resign themselves to a soundless execution.

In reality, you were wiggling an arm out of his grasp in an attempt to reach for the feather tucked in the folds of your stolen obi. Thoma held you conveniently close to the stove, and if you could just toss it into the low flame—

“Hm? But what if it isn’t my intention to have you killed at all?”

That made you pause.

As if to prove a point, Thoma unhanded you and put his palms up in faux-surrender. You scoffed as you rubbed your face. 

“Look, I knew you’ve been scouting the area for days now, and you basically just admitted to your own intentions on milady’s life,” he elaborated. “I also knew that this place is too tightly guarded for you to execute your plans as smoothly as you liked. So you had to carry out your mission in the most roundabout way possible.” 

“Yes, yes. Of course, of course,” you spat sarcastically. “If you’re so smart and all-knowing, just cut to the damn chase.” 

Thoma let out another laugh, and you were so close to sacrificing your last stash of powdered crystal marrow just to see him drop dead.

“The point is, even if I know all these things…milady doesn’t.” 

“...I don’t follow.”

Sighing, Thoma leaned against the counter with another disdainful sigh. “I’m offering you an alternative, Miss Kira. Heh. Even the name you picked was a dead giveaway. Seriously? A name that means kill?” 

You clicked your tongue. “What alternative are we speaking of again?” 

This time, the chief retainer flashed you a look that made you feel like he was mocking you. 

“I’ll forget all the information you just revealed to me tonight. I’ll pretend as if our…altercation never happened.” He listed each condition on his fingers before pointing at your stolen garbs. “And I’ll even deal with the poor attendant whose clothes you nabbed. I’m sure I can bribe her into keeping her silence.”

Not liking how good the odds were for you if Thoma simply feigned ignorance like that, you asked, “What do you want in return?” 

What came out of his mouth in the next moment, however, was probably the most ridiculous job you’d ever been saddled with in your life. It put Kujou Masanori’s orders to utter, absolute shame.

“Well, it’s very simple, actually.” Thoma grinned. “I want you to be…milady’s friend.”

next ->

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[aromaticpetals]

𝑆𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑟~

Apologies, apologies! I was hoping to get this out months ago.. Anywho, here is our lovely Thoma! (Please give me more requests, I can't stand how I haven't got a single one abt women- Surely I didn't deserve this harsh treatment despite being very busy, no?)

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 + 𝚂𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 + 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Let's get into it, yeah?~

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚, your one and only knight in shining armor.. Of course, what else would you expect from such a perfect man? (Surely not js a malewife?) After being with him for a chaotic two years, he at last popped the question! (Who would you be to say no to your dream man?~)

Now that the two of you had gotten home, after hours of receiving gifts in appraisal of your marriage (Especially from the Kamisato siblings) and finishing glass after glass of dandelion wine, you and your beloved 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 were quite drunk (Mainly you..).. In all honesty, you weren't sure about how he managed to seem sober despite having almost as many glasses as you did- You of course had to catch his attention since he had been zoned out for a solid 15 minutes, calling out in a soft but equally drunk tone "Thoma? Thoma, sweetheart, I need to use you as a support for a moment..". He turned his head in the direction of your voice as his posture immediately straightened, giving you the opportunity to latch onto him and use him to steady yourself -which of course- activated his responsible instincts! He picked you up with ease, holding you against his broad (but squish-able) chest as if to protect you, making his way to your shared room and plopping you down onto the queen sized mattress. Your head swiveled around, inspecting the area change before laying back onto the countless pillows, your arms extending outwards to him as your lips uttered small but meaningful words "C'mere, I'm cold..". Who was he to deny his beloved wife warmth? And so, he layed atop you before noticing his mistake, you couldn't breathe under his daddy dumplings because of how small you are!

(Rookie mistake- *cough cough*)

Thoma quickly arose from his position, wrapping an arm around your waist before flipping the positions, you now sitting atop him as he admired your every curve and body feature. In your opinion, it was very difficult to ignore how hard he had gotten hard just from being in one of his favorite positions- He cooed in a caring tone "My beloved.. Do you realize what all I could do with how small you-" You quickly shut him up, your lips pressing against his somewhat chapped ones in a hungry manner, as if you had been starved of his touch. (Now we all know that you weren't starved-) Your hands skimmed down his muscular frame, undoing his formal slacks and tugging them down along with his boxers in one swift move, your eyes taking notice of his surprised expression as a smirk made its way onto your face. You quickly -but clumsily- took off your clothing articles, tossing them aside with his before staring at him, observing as he shuddered under each light touch. It wasn't long before he muttered "Please..", an indication that he was feeling- needy? Wow.. It was rare for him to be submissive yet here you were, taking a moment to properly align his member with your entrance, slowly sinking down until you saw a little bulge on your stomach. You watched and cooed soft words of praise as his face contorted in pleasure, giggling as the pace of your bouncing differed greatly depending on the octave of his blissful moans.. He was practically putty when under the influence of alcohol despite his sober façade! You couldn't help but smile as you showed no mercy, quickly bouncing atop him as tears gathered in his eyes and his voice started to grow hoarse. It didn't take long for him to cum, but you didn't stop, there was a reason why you didn't dance much at the after party of your wedding -you wanted to preserve your energy for this moment, despite being drunk!- You leaned down, pressing gentle kisses against his neck and chest before littering both areas in bite marks and hickeys, all while maintaining your steady pace atop his rather- thick n large member- and listening to his pretty moans. You repeatedly the process for a straight 24 minutes, managing to milk five climaxes from him meanwhile you only orgasmed twice! You gave him a moment to breathe and gather his thoughts, rising off of him and laying beside him, of course knowing how cum was actively dripping down your thighs.. Despite the both of you being drunk, he had taken notice of how many times *you* had came compared to himself, quickly rolling over and settling between your legs as he muttered "Please, let me help..". You raised a finger to his lips as a smile graced your lips, whispering "Thoma, my love.. You need to rest, don't push your limits for my pleasure, mk?~" before your arms wrapped around him, tugging him into a calming cuddle session as you drifted off to sleep.. (Ignoring the fact that you couldn't breathe under his luscious Mounds, eh?~) As he laid atop you, still awake, he then knew that it was the right choice marrying and deciding to start a family with *you*..

And THAT'S why you should be proud that you're you and nobody else, you got that?! You matter, and you have plenty of people who love and appreciate you! (Including me! You went through the trouble of reading this, and that makes me smile knowing I did well with telling you this)

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[https-capri]

thoma smutty thought i can't stop thinking ab!!!

literally not proofread whatsoever i just pulled this out of my ass bc i couldn't stop thinking about it. it's 2 am. also he calls u mommy 🤭 anyways here's my slutty thoughts on thoma!

thoma who's just so pent up from work, fresh out of the shower with a raging hard-on as he looks at you innocently minding your own business waiting for him to be ready for bed. when you notice it and can't help but just sympathize with the poor guy.

you press your breasts up against him and caress his hair, cooing in a soft tone.

"aww baby, need to be taken care of, hmm?" in a teasing tone but still being genuine.

he practically moans in response and buried his face into your neck, leaning you back on the bed and kissing you.

"need you 's bad.." thoma whimpers, grabbing a handful of your breast while kissing you.

thoma was basically on top of you at this point, dry humping you and begging you to get rid of his boner.

"you know.. if works got you stressed out, you can use me... if you'd like." you say, almost in a shy voice after saying something so bold.

if thoma were a dog, his ears would've perked up and his tail would've been wagging. his hand reached down to your cunt, spreading your slit and rubbing your essence all over your pussy.

he smirked almost devilishly when he felt how wet you were, sliding his tip up and down your slit before sinking his dick into you.

"fuck-!!!" he moans, almost in surprise; coming out as more of a gasp when he feels your warm cunt wrap around his girth.

not even 10 minuets pass and he's pounding into you. at this point, you're both sweating and you're gasping every 5 seconds; positive he's been hitting deeper and deeper inside you. thoma's already came twice, thrusting into mercilessly, pumping load after load into you.

"'m sorry, mommy! need this 's bad-" he's moaning, whimpering and crying about how overstimulated he is yet won't stop pumping in and out.

after countless amounts of orgasms pulled out of the both of you, thoma pulls out, a thick, slimy trail of both of your come mixed together seeping out after.

he happily collapses next to you, saving the worry over the mess for later as he kissed you one final time and drifting off to sleep.

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[etsuven]

rating: smut warning: inazuma spoilers includes: male masturbation, thoma thinks about you all the time, mentioned reader, implied dom! reader, mentions of gorou & taroumaru, usage of s€x toys, mentions of fuck!ng (can be seen as thoma getting it or reader, but reader will always be the dom. unless you don’t want it to be that way. i managed to make this fic kind of readable by both doms and subs!) summary: thoma finally gets alone time to himself (and your vibrator)

note: i’ll edit this later with proper warnings and formats or whatever when i get on my laptop but rn im writing on my phone i have work tomorrow but who cares i’m getting this out NOW anyways, etsuven finally writes a fic without ten million lines of dialogue??? this has to be a joke???!!! :00000

the entrance of the komore tea house was quiet. the usual bustle of the place was gone, and the only thing you could hear was the soft snores of resident good boy taroumaru.

in one particular room however, there was a light buzzing sound, coupled with the small gasps of someone. were they okay? streaks of moonlight shone through the windows, highlighting the room in a soft blue glow.

and then there was thoma.

pretty boy thoma, laying only in a loose white shirt and thin boxers- he was the splitting image of innocence. that is, if you ignore the vibrator being held in between his legs

soft moans escaped his lips, his back arching as a particularly strong wave of pleasure washed over him. it wasn’t an orgasm- not yet at least- but if thoma had to decide, the build up was sometimes better than the final product.

now, the young man didn’t have a vibrator with him originally. how would he have known to bring one along with him on his journey to almost get his vision stolen by the raiden shogun herself? well, it was all thanks to you.

during his time hidden in the tea house, thoma was making use of an old futon that was being stored for guests. it wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but he couldn’t really complain. luckily you pulled through.

on one of your weekly deliveries of food and supplies, you had brought along a much more comfortable futon for him to sleep on. thoma was overjoyed, as he wouldn’t have to wake up with back pain anymore.

but later that day as he rolled out the bed, he found a little… surprise inside. hidden in the thick material was one of his favorite vibrators, as well as a handwritten note.

“here’s a little something for you, love. i know it’s been hard for you lately, and as much as it hurts for me to leave so soon every time i deliver supplies, we just can’t afford to blow our cover. make good use of it, and also- think of me while you’re at it <3 i love you!

-(y/n)”

thoma felt a smile grace his face at the letter, but it soon faded into a pretty pink blush and a grimace as he took note of slowly tightening feeling in his pants. suddenly he could wait for night to come sooner.

and goodness, could it have come any slower. his anticipation for the later hours made the passage of time feel slower- and it didn’t help when every few minutes, his eyes would wander to the toy that was once again hidden in his new futon.

once the night was upon the city of inazuma, thoma changed into the thinnest clothes he had with him. it was going to get hot really quickly. laying out the futon, he got the area ready, making sure the sliding door was locked before finally continuing with his business.

taking his hair down from its ponytail, thoma laid back, his pretty blonde hair spreading in a little halo around his head. his hand trailed down his body, eyes closed as he imagined you doing it instead of him.

you were always so soft with him, making sure he was happy and prepared for what was coming next. a gasp escaped his lips when his fingertips brushed against the semi-hardness in his boxers. teasing himself wasn’t as fun when you weren’t around.

he could almost hear the playful banter between the two of you. “stop teasing, just touch me- please!” and “oh? but i just started?”

goodness. being without you for so many nights really seemed to take a toll on him. opening his eyes, he reached over and wrapped his slender and long fingers around the base of the vibrator. flipping the switch, he was pleasantly surprised at how it was already on his favorite setting.

a low buzz that slowly increased before quickly dying back down.

after waiting for the buzzing to get near the highest setting, thoma placed the toy just under his clothed cock, a strangled groan leaving his mouth at the sudden feeling. his free hand flew to his mouth as he looked around warily, checking to see if someone had noticed.

once he concluded that he wasn’t hearing any footsteps (all while muffling his pretty moans) he removed his hand, reminding himself that he needed to stay quiet so taroumaru wouldn’t hear. who knew what he could tell people?

well, he couldn’t really tell anyone, but there was a time where general gorou came by to see the dog. taroumaru barked and the young man seemed to understand.

yeah, he should try to stay quiet for now.

thoma spent the next few minutes on that setting, groaning softly at the feeling of the steadily increasing vibrations before it all died down and left him on the edge. he thought about you the whole time, wondering if maybe you would jerk him off while holding the toy on his twitching cock. or maybe you would lick and suck at it while staring up at him with those faux innocent eyes.

a choked laugh left his mouth at the thought, and thoma found himself looking up at the ceiling with his fingers tangled in his bangs. this hunt for him needed to end soon. all he wanted was to be in your arms for one night…

with a flip of the switch, the vibrations changed to a more constant setting, one that made the young man’s fingers tangle into his hair more. his cock continued to twitch in his underwear, the tip peeking out slightly every once in a while. he would have taken them off, but he was simply too preoccupied to do so.

“a-ah, (y/n)…!” he was getting close. he fought the urge to squeeze his legs shut, reminding himself that you would not have wanted that if you were with him. his gasps got louder and quicker, combining with moans that he tried his best to keep quiet.

oh, how he wished you were here with him. the vibrator was fun, but you were way better. the vibrator couldn’t kiss him until he got dizzy. it couldn’t teasingly bite at his thighs before finally kissing where he wanted it to go. it couldn’t call him pretty and make him all flustered. it couldn’t sit in between his legs and make him wonder when it was going to make a move, and-

oh. oh, he was cumming. hard.

thoma’s back suddenly arched, and his thighs clenched around the toy. he managed to cover his mouth seconds before a particularly loud moan escaped his lips, saving himself from the stress of wondering if someone could have heard him.

his orgasm washed over him like a large wave, sending cum splattering across his stomach and underwear as the vibrator continued to buzz in between his legs. thoma tried his best to cut the toy off, fighting against shaky hands and the sudden overstimulation before he finally managed to shut it off.

collapsing against the futon, he let out a large sigh, running his fingers through his hair in exhaustion. the orgasm had taken a lot out of him, and he found himself looking around absentmindedly as the euphoria slowly faded away.

once thoma was in his right mind, he looked down his body, grimacing at the sight of his cum on his lower stomach and shirt. you probably would have cleaned it up already. in what way, he didn’t know.

after unwillingly standing up (and grabbing at the wall due to his legs almost failing) thoma opened the door, heading to the bathroom where he finally managed to clean himself up before going back to his temporary room. the vibrator still lay on the ground, practically begging him for a little more usage. he just cleaned himself up, he couldn’t! but you gave it to him, hoping that he’d make good use of it.

a few seconds passed by before thoma grabbed the vibrator with a sly grin, his teeth biting at his lip in anticipation. perhaps… one more orgasm wouldn’t hurt…

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[your-local-hoemie]

Making out with thoma and tugging on his soft hair mgmfgnfmfmf

Woof woof bark bark-

I like your brain very much yes yes!

This isn’t smut but I still don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting so please avoid if you’re under 18

Warnings: suggestive, making out, grown-up touches, Gn!reader, established relationship, not proof-read.

Characters: Thoma.

It was a warm summers day in Inazuma and the streets were bustling with busy people, going about their day and the atmosphere was buzzing with energy.

You had decided to take a stroll along the harbour to take in the cool sea breeze against your skin and sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks.

It had been a few days since you last saw your boyfriend; Thoma. Inazuma’s well renowned “fixer” and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him dearly.

So when you happened to catch a glance of the friendly ginger helping some sailors with their cargo, (yes he’s still ginger. Fight me) you were ecstatic to say the least!

“Thoma!” You could hardly hold yourself back as you rushed over to his side, wrapping your arms around him with a elated giggle.

“Y/N? What are you doing here??” Thoma replied while a grin beamed across his face at the sight of his beloved in his arms.

“I was just taking a walk and then I saw you and couldn’t resist coming over and saying hello! I’m not keeping you from your work am I?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ve just finished up actually. If you’d like I’d be more than happy to spend the rest of my free time with you!”

With that, the two of you ventured off into the bustling streets all while catching up on the time that you both had missed out on together.

As the sun started to set in the horizon, you both found yourself situated underneath a maple tree overlooking the city.

“You know, you should be really proud of yourself, Thoma. You’ve done so much for this place and the people in it”

Thoma gave you a bashful chuckle, pink dusting his cheeks at your words.

“I really don’t do that much. I just help out where I can. But thank you for your kindness, love”

He was always so humble. You couldn’t help but find this to be an adorable aspect of his personality.

The way his cheeks flushed red whenever you gave him a compliment and the way he’d always give out a little embarrassed giggle, always had a way to make your heart to little flips in your chest.

Unable to resist the beautiful man laying next to you. Dying sunlight giving him an enchanting glow while the soft grass framed his face perfectly. You propped yourself up on your elbow and without any warning; you pressed your lips tightly against his.

Thoma froze for a brief moment at your unexpected action before melting into your affections unable to resist the urge to lay you down on the grass on your back, taking his place on top of you with his lips growing more desperate in the heat of the moment.

The more your lips intertwined with each other, the more everything else around you melted away as your bodies pressed against each other in a beautiful synchronisation of love for each other.

Feeling the heat in your body build up, you couldn’t help but let your hand find its way up to his soft, silky locks. Letting the strands of his sun kissed hair wrap around your fingers, giving it a gentle tug he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

After a few more minutes you finally pull away, both of you breathless and flushed from the impromptu make out session; you could see the blush plastering his pretty face as his sense come back into play.

“You’re such a troublemaker Y/N. What if someone caught us?”

“Then I’d proudly show them that you belong to me~”

I hope this is accurate because I don’t know how making out works :)

Also I had to rewrite this entire thing because tumblr went weird and didn’t save it istg T^T

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[staar5384]

The Vision Hunt Decree

thoma x gn!reader- hurt/no comfort

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had never expected to lose your Vision the way that you did. The Vision Hunt Decree was truly the most evil thing you experienced.

After they took it, you found yourself falling into a deep sleep. You fought and fought the Samurai, but it was in vain. You had lost and with that defeat, the power you had gone through hell to receive.

When you awoke, a man was standing over you. Blond hair, black headband with pointed horns. A messy ponytail hung over his shoulder and the man looked incredibly disheveled.

You weren’t really sure how to react. You were startled and confused. Who was this man and why did he look so concerned?

“You’re awake,” He spoke softly, his green eyes piercing in your own. “Are you okay?” He rested his hand on your forehead. “My love, you’re burning up, what happened? Was it the Vision Hunt?” He scanned your body, grabbing onto a torn piece of ribbon wrapped around your waist. “Your Vision…”

You couldn’t seem to form a single word. Your mouth was clamped shut, trying to figure out who this man in front of you was, and why he was calling you his love.

You stared at the ribbon with him, unsure what he was talking about. None of this made any sense to you.

“My dear,” Another nickname of endearment. “Please talk to me.”

Finally, you gained the courage to speak, “W-Who are you?”

The man froze, his eyes now wide, and his lips began to tremble, “Come on love, you know who I am.”

“I don’t,” You replied. “I’m sorry.”

The man tilted his head toward the ground, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly you could see the veins bulging through the skin, “So this is what the loss of a Vision can do to a person,” His voice sounded so sad, so broken.

“My Vision,” Then you recalled what had happened. The Samurai, the battle, and your inevitable defeat.

“They took it, and with it, they took your resolve, your reason.”

“Who are you?” You asked again. He kept talking and talking, but you didn’t even know his name.

“My name is Thoma.” A tear slid down his cheek, a single tear. “I am- was your lover.”

“My lover?” That explained why he called you his dear and his love. How could you not remember such an important person? If he truly was the man you were in love with, why was his name and face nothing but a blur.

Thoma nodded, “Yeah. We had been together for a few years now,” He backed away and allowed you some room to breathe. “But I guess now those years are gone,” He laughed quietly. “What a cruel country this is,” He cleared his throat to try and regain his composure. “Rest up. I’ll come check on you again later.”

You watched him as he retreated the room, leaving you entirely alone. You laid your head back down, staring at the blank ceiling above, “Thoma,” You spoke quietly, the name rolling off your tongue so easily, like you had said it millions of time before.

Something in your chest twisted and churned, causing a strange burn inside you. Why did you hurt for a man you didn’t even know?

You glanced back over at the doorway, trying to see if maybe Thoma was still nearby. You didn’t see him, but you could hear him.

What should have been silent sobs were actually broken cries. Thoma hadn’t realized the severity of the situation until he returned to find his shared home completely ransacked and the person he loved collapsed on the floor in their living room.

Not only had they taken your power, they stole you along with it.

It was soul crushing. As if the Raiden Shogun had waltzed into this home and crushed his heart with her own two hands. Everything you two had worked to build was for nothing because you didn’t remember anything. The love, the plans you had made. It was all gone.

And Thoma didn’t know if he could ever bring you back.

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[actiniumwrites]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

synopsis: they pretend to be your s/o

characters: zhongli, thoma, venti, and sara x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, idiots to lovers, predatory behavior in zhongli’s (not from him), like 2 cuss words in sara’s

notes: i love sara so much, but i literally don’t have her. she’s legit one of the three four stars that i still don’t have 💀

Zhongli:

You worked at one of Zhongli’s favorite restaurants, Third-Round Knockout

Every time he visited, you always made sure to say hello, even if you weren’t his server that day

You loved every conversation you had with him, always so intrigued by what he had to say and Zhongli equally appreciated your curiosity and admiration for the topics he talked about

It’s safe to say you guys definitely had been developing feelings for each other without realizing

Tonight, your shift had gotten moved to an abnormal time due to the fact that one of your coworkers had gotten injured and couldn’t show. It meant you were going to have to work overtime and have to close up

Unfortunately, you only got to see Zhongli once or twice since you were so busy and you weren’t his server. Though, he did make sure to wave to you once you spotted him

And finally after a long night of work, the restaurant hit its closing time and you wanted nothing more than to go home and go to sleep, exhausted from all the work you did

Just as you were locking everything up, a strange man came up to you and started asking you weird questions and was just generally being creepy

“Hey, sweetheart. So how about it, wanna go home with me tonight?”

You tried to lightly apologize to him and politely decline, not wanting to cause any sort of commotion

Yet, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach as he came closer to you, nearly cornering you into the wall

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that! I know you want me!”

“Sir, please, stop-“ you tried but he just kept pushing you

Suddenly you felt a warm hand snake around your waist and pull you away from the creepy man

You looked up to find Zhongli glaring down at the man. In all the time you had known him, you had never seen him look so angry and intimidating

“Zhongli?” you breathed out as you felt relief wash over you

“May I ask why you are bothering my s/o?”

Huh? His s/o?

You were confused, but you played along nevertheless

“You’re lying, they’re not dating you! Who even are you?!” the man questioned Zhongli

Zhongli towered over the man and pushed you slightly behind him as he spoke in a lower tone, “I suggest you leave them alone before you have to deal with me.”

The creepy guy ran off after that and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

Zhongli’s hand never left your waist, in fact, he pulled you in closer to hug you

“I apologize, I was taking a stroll down the harbor when I heard some commotion,” he spoke softly, “Are you okay, dear?”

“I’m a little shaken up, but I’ll be okay,” you paused before smiling up at him, “So…your s/o, huh?”

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable, that was certainly not my intention-“

“It’s okay, I was just teasing you,” you cut him off, “besides, I think it has a nice ring to it.”

Zhongli’s mouth was slightly agape at your comment and sudden burst of confidence

“If I am reading this correctly, then would you like to accompany me on a date this weekend, y/n?”

Of course, you agreed

You were so happy you had finally confessed your feelings, but even happier he returned them

Thoma:

You worked with Thoma at the Kamisato Estate, both of you being servants. Though, while he was the housekeeper, you were a personal servant to Ayaka and Ayato

The both of you had become best friends as soon as he began working there

And somewhere along the line, the two of you had unknowingly developed feelings for one another

Though, it was quite obvious to everyone around you, especially the siblings themselves

Today was a bit odd, you didn’t really have much work to do and it felt quite slow. Admittedly, it was rare to have a day like this

“Lady Ayaka, are you sure there’s nothing else for me to do?”

“Yes I’m positive, you could always ask Ayato, though?

You nearly groaned, “I already asked Lord Ayato, he said to ask you.”

Ayaka set down her tea and glanced at Thoma in the courtyard before glancing back at you with a slight smile, “You know, I think there might be something you could do for me.”

You glanced back at her, “Really?”

“You could go down to the city for me and go to this shop I enjoy. I caught word of them having a sale on their desserts this week and I would appreciate it if you could pick some up for me,” she told you

“Okay, I’ll be on my way then!”

“y/n, wait!” she called out to you, “Why don’t you take Thoma with you, he hasn’t had much to do today either.”

You hesitated but agreed regardless. Something seemed a bit off but you didn’t bother to question Ayaka’s authority. Whatever she asked of you, you would do

When you and Thoma got down to the main city, you began seeking out the shop while catching up with each other

Once you had found it, you patiently waited in line while silently hoping they wouldn’t be sold out of Ayaka’s desserts. After all, you didn’t want to disappoint her

After about 5 minutes of waiting, you had finally gotten to the front and picked out the desserts Ayaka had wanted

The old woman running the shop spoke, “Ah, here for the couples sale, are you? Just in time for Valentine’s Day!”

You nearly choked on your own spit as she spoke

Couples sale??

Though Thoma had officially turned bright red at the comment, he kept his composure and placed your hand in his own and held it tight

“Um, yeah!”

“That’s so sweet, you guys are adorable! I haven’t seen two people look so in love in such a long time!” she laughed to herself with a bright smile

You kept your mouth shut as you paid, too scared that you would start stuttering out of embarrassment

As you walked away, you looked to Thoma who was still holding your hand, “Uh, I’m so sorry! I had no clue about the couple’s sale, Ayaka just sent me down here and told me to take you with me and-“

He cut you off with a loud laugh, “It’s okay, y/n. I think those two set us up.”

You had finally realized why Ayaka was acting so off. She was trying to get you and Thoma to get together

Thoma calmed down from his laugh and gently took the bag from your hand and set it down on for a second, “I guess I can finally say this to you then: that lady was right about one thing, I um- I am kinda sorta in love with you.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet his, “Really? I mean- I am too. In love with you, I mean.”

After a few seconds, the two of you burst out laughing at your shared awkwardness

He hesitantly grabbed your hand again while picking up the bag and setting off toward the manor

A proper confession could wait, for now, you were plotting all the ways you could get back at Ayaka

Venti:

You met Venti quite a few years ago when you moved to Mondstadt, and ever since then, he’s been one of your greatest friends

Honestly, he trusted you so much that you even knew he was the Anemo Archon

And while you weren’t a drinker like he was, you certainly enjoyed going to the bar, even if you weren’t going to get alcohol

Admittedly, you just enjoyed being around the staff and your other friends like Kaeya, Diluc, Rosaria, and occasionally some of the other knights. Though, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t mostly go because Venti was always there

It was obvious you had feelings for him and it was something Kaeya teased you for all the time

One time, he was so drunk you even had to push him out of his chair before he nearly admitted it right in front of Venti

It was a complete mess

Tonight, however, was fairly calm at Angel’s Share. You weren’t there to get a drink, mostly just hang out with everyone and have a good time, especially since work had been so tasking recently

For a while, you were sitting with Rosaria but she eventually left to use the bathroom and Kaeya was off somewhere demanding more alcohol from the bartenders. And unfortunately, Diluc wasn’t bartending tonight so you were on your own for a bit

You were sipping on your water at a table in the back by yourself, just zoned out looking at the table when someone sat in the chair across from you

“Hi! I couldn’t help but notice you from across the bar and I thought you were really beautiful,” an unfamiliar voice spoke

You looked up at them in confusion but thanked them nevertheless

It felt like they talked forever and you were getting a bit nervous. You weren’t sure how to get them to leave you alone and it didn’t seem like they were good at taking hints

“You know? I think we get along really great, we should go on a date sometime. There’s this really good restaur-“

“Ah! I see you’ve met my wonderful s/o!” another voice said from behind you as they hugged you from the back

One look at the blue and green braid dangling over your face brought you instant relief. You were glad he wasn’t drunk either

“Oh, you have a boyfriend?” they asked

“Yeah! Um, this is Venti,” you played along and he moved to sit next to you, dramatically kissing the side of your face and holding your hand

“I missed you so much, my love! I can’t believe you started drinking without me,” Venti said, playfully placing a hand over his heart with a fake frown

“It’s just water, you know I rarely drink alcohol,” you said softly, “If we were going out on an official date, I would’ve waited.”

You hadn’t noticed the person had already gotten up and left, leaving you and Venti alone to act as though you were dating

“My, my, they’ve already left without saying goodbye,” Venti announced before taking a sip out of your water and gagging, “So, what was that about a real date?”

Sara:

Sara and you had worked together for awhile, and you weren’t exactly close to each other, but you definitely harbored feelings for the general

After all, you were also a general for the Tenryou Commission and you’d fought several battles side by side with her. One of you were bound to catch feelings eventually, regardless of your lack of closeness

That’s not to say that you guys didn’t talk to each other, though. In fact, you talked quite frequently

It was just the fact that she wasn’t very open with anyone and was very narrowly visioned when it came to things other than the Shogun. Sometimes that lead you to believe she didn’t really care about you

And recently you had been dealing with quite a big problem - one that didn’t involve the army

There was a lower rank soldier who wouldn’t stop bothering you, always asking you out and trying to hit on you

He annoyed you to no end, and no matter how many times you rejected him, he always persisted

Today, you were super stressed out from work. All the battle plans, training, and general conflict was exhausting and never seemed to end

As you walked out of your final meeting, you glanced out to see that it was nearly dark outside with just a glimmer of sunlight left

It was rather quiet and you were thankful for that, at least there was a little bit of peace at headquarters for once

It didn’t last very long though, because once again, the same soldier came running up to you

You sighed and kept your head down trying to ignore him, but he just wouldn’t take the hint

“General y/n, please, just one date!” he pleaded, “I don’t understand why you won’t just go out with me?!”

“And I don’t understand why you won’t just leave them alone,” another voice spoke, sternly

Your head snapped up to see Sara standing in front of the both of you and you let out a sigh of relief

“G-General Kujou!” he stuttered out, “I-I’m so sorry!”

“Would you care to explain to me why you are bothering my, s/o?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion but quickly regained your composure to play along

You moved to stand somewhat behind her, wanting to put as much distance between him and you as possible

“I swear I didn’t know they had a girlfriend! Please, General Kujou, you have to believe me!”

“This is your last chance to leave,” she spoke with a deadly look in her eyes, “If I find out you ever talk to y/n again, you will be removed from this army immediately and I’ll personally make sure your reputation is ruined.”

Damn, you were not expecting that

You suddenly felt very flustered at her words, being called her’s really struck something inside you

As he ran off, she turned around and apologized to you

“I apologize, that was a bad idea calling you my s/o,” she sighed, “I’m not usually so impulsive like that.”

“No, it’s okay. I didn’t mind it at all.”

Shit, why did you say that?

“Oh?” she said hesitantly, “Does this mean you…have feelings for me?”

“Uh, yeah,” you squeaked out, now extremely nervous under her intimidating gaze, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward!”

“No, no, it’s okay,” she paused, “Um, I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but I like you, too. So, would you maybe want to go on a date sometime soon?”

You were shocked at her confession

She likes you back?!

Obviously, you agreed and it ended up being one of the best dates you ever had

Oh and that guy that was bothering you, yeah he ended up quitting anyway after Sara secretly threatened him behind your back <3

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[ayazure]

♪ now playing..... MY SHIRT FITS YOU

ENTRY FOR BLORU'S SWEET N' SPICE EVENT

GENRE : roommate!Thoma x reader (fluff)

ABOUT : You were too drunk to realize that you were wearing your roommate's shirt. You thought he might find it disgraceful, when in reality, he found it quite cute.

WARNINGS : Mentions of getting drunk, having a hungover and going to a college party. Other than that, it's full of fluff.

College seemed like an ordinary occurrence until we get to its parties. To say truthfully, you weren't into parties or any forms of social events. You were in fact an introvert who loved the comfort of the indoors.

Until, you were recently invited, you just had the 'yolo' statement rushing through your head. With that, you have come to enjoy them even after going to just one craze. It's like you were convinced so easily by a con-artist.

You never really had much to worry about. However, you know someone who'd sweat alot if worry. Your roommate Thoma definitely wouldn't expect you agreeing to something like this. He knew how shy you were, how slightly closed-off.

He crossed your mind for a while but you recall him having a basketball practice. 'He will definitely come home late anyway' your mind spoke.

The next moments were a blur as your eyes focused on the various strobe lights. The smell of alcohol lingering your sense of smell, you eventually felt it in your sense of taste.

A night to remember indeed. Remember? Will you really remember every single detail the next morning with all that alcohol?

You went home with the intoxicating liquor in your system. Luckily, someone kind offered you to accompany you home.

Out of drunkenness, you stagger across the room, tossing your used clothes at the same time. You picked whatever clean clothes you could wear at the moment from the laundry basket and drifted off to sleep.

-

Morning then greets you with a ray of sunshine. Your head throbbed continuously as you struggled to wake up. Just as you staggered last night, you did the same now while heading towards the living room.

The early bird Thoma expects you with a smile. That expression then changing once he realizes the garment that you wore.

"Is that?"

You bent your head down to look, only to have your eyes wide open at the realization. YOU WERE WEARING ONE OF THOMA'S SHIRT !

"I swear ! This is an accident! I must've picked the wrong shirt due to me being drunk and-"

"drunk? who did you drink with?" He asks abruptly with an oh so serious face. You felt so terrified, you just knew he was gonna nag you like a mother would (not that it's meant in a bad way).

"You wouldn't believe this but I went to a party last night" You rubbed your nape out of embarrassment and shame. It's a once in a blue moon situation, even Thoma's mouth flew open.

As soon as you said such, he rushes to you and pats your head gently. "Well? Are you alright? Were you hurt? Did something bad happen? By the looks of it, you seem fine but still"

You were touched at how he confirms your well-being first like it's his upmost priority. You knew that he cares and it left a deep impression in your heart right now. Though, you've known him for a year now. He made you feel even more than before.

"I'm alright, don't worry .. Also, I just wanted to try a rave and see what it feels like. It's a hot topic among my friends so.. " You reply.

He elicited a relieved sigh. It seems that he feels at ease knowing you're safe and you tried to get out of your shell for once. You've done it all on your own and he couldn't be any prouder.

Silence encloses the space you two share after your statement. Thoma gave a hard gaze at his shirt that you were wearing right now. It made you feel.. conscious in a way. You thought that he feels upset and disgusted about it. I mean who would want anyone wear your shirt without your permission.

"About the shirt .. I'll just wash it again, I'm really sorry-"

He tuts then smile after.

"No need, I was just thinking about how you look cute in it" He shyly admits. "My shirt fits you so much more than you think"

If that wasn't an indirect confession just now, you wouldn't be blushing profusely.

I was about to reluctantly give up on this but I saw the extended deadline and I just had to finish it 😭 If only school was kind then I wouldn't have finished this late :') but anyways, I hope you enjoyed regardless of how short this was T^T

Also, it was such an honor to join this event @bluexiao and @anantaru !

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[scaranoiia]

CAUGHT.

pairing: thoma x afab!reader

genre: angst, smut/mature, the tiniest bit of fluff

word count: 2,760

cw/tw: feat. ayato, reader has small breasts (nothing else regarding body type is described), reader is shorter than thoma, established relationship between thoma + reader, mild fighting, crying, fingering!reader, finger sucking, hair tugging, unprotected sex, pull-out method used

"You're crazy if you think I'm going out there after this." — when reader gets caught in little-to-no clothing by lord ayato when all she wanted to do was spend some time with thoma.

When Thoma had told you that you two were going to be the only ones in the estate all day, you believed him. 

So when you went running into the living room while he was tidying things up, with a tight white shirt on, no bra, and a very small pair of gray panties, you weren't expecting to see Ayato on the couch near him as they were speaking. Evidently, staring at your chest. 

An immediate gasp had left your lips, as well as one from Ayato before he quickly looked away when Thoma rushed to stand in front of you. 

"Baby," Thoma sighs, "what were you thinking?" He speaks softly so as to not make you upset and you gulp while gripping onto his left arm. 

"You told me we were going to be the only ones here today, so I wanted to... y'know?" You say quietly, your timid eyes looking up into his. He gulps and nods while caressing the side of your head, his eyes glancing back at Ayato to see his cheeks bright pink and his eyes looking anywhere but at the two of you. 

"My lord, how much did you see of her?" He asks him. Ayato quickly looks towards you, but his eyes stay on Thoma’s out of respect. 

"Just, um-," he gestures with his hands in front of his chest to stimulate breasts, and you huff. 

"Good thing it wasn't much, right?" You chuckle before Thoma snaps his head to look at you. 

"Huh?!" Ayato exclaims, his hand coming out to shake violently in denial. 

"What are you talking about, wasn't much?" Thoma asks you, sounding seemingly offended at your statement. 

"What? They don't move anyways, so it's not like they moved dramatically or anything. There couldn't have been that much to see," you say to him, your eyes looking up into his as he furrows his eyebrows. 

"Don't move? But they-," Ayato starts, but is cut off by Thoma giving him a sharp look. 

"They moved?!" You ask in shock, peeking around Thoma's shoulder to look into his eyes. 

"I- well," he clears his throat, "yeah. You weren’t aware of that?" 

"Well, my breasts are like the smallest in all of Teyvat, so, no," you let out an airy chuckle. Thoma's jaw clenches and he gives you a sharp look next, wiping the smile off your face as you look into his narrowed eyes. "What?" You ask in a small voice. 

"Go to my room," he says firmly, his hand dropping down from your head and resting at his side. You hum in confusion, but his eyes stay staring into yours. 

"Are you going to follow me there at least?" You ask him, your hand also dropping down from his body. 

"He'll look away," he says. 

"Thoma, I've been looking away," Ayato clarifies. 

"But the reason I came out here was to spend time with you," you say brokenly. 

"I'll meet you in there. Go," he says, his eyes starting to soften after hearing your tone. You nibble on your lip before letting out a quiet sigh and turning around to head back to his room. 

You felt dejected. Lied to, even. If he had been with Ayato for over an hour while you were waiting in his room for him, why didn't he tell you he was coming home to the estate today? You feel tears spring to your eyes once you shut his bedroom door as you then rush to pull clothes on. You settle on one of his hoodies and a pair of your sweatpants since they were the closest to you before you find yourself back at the door. 

You end up locking it. If he wanted to decide not to warn you, when it was the least he could've done, after promising it was just going to be you two here today, he deserves it, you think. 

Just when you go to sit on his bed, the door handle moves. You watch as it shakes for a few seconds before you hear a loud sigh from the other side of it. 

"Unlock the door, [Name]," Thoma says. You hesitate before unlocking it, stepping back quickly as you cross your arms. He comes inside quickly, taking his turn to then turn away from you to close the door. "Why do you think you have the right to lock my bedroom door to keep me out of it?" He asks while locking it. Your heart drops. He couldn't be serious. He can't be. 

"Why do you think you have the right to leave me in here for over an hour with nothing to do as you sit out there and just talk to Lord Ayato? Who wasn't even supposed to be here?! You promised me that it was going to be just us here today for a while!" You exclaim, letting a couple of tears fall out of your eyes. He freezes before relaxing his shoulders and turning around to face you. 

"I can't control what time he gets back. He happened to finish his schedule early," he says calmly. 

"And you didn't think to warn me of that? Or even tell me, "hey, baby, let's go hang out with Lord Ayato for a bit," since that's what you were doing while cleaning," you ask in disbelief. 

"It didn't come to my mind." 

"Thoma," you sigh and look away from him while pushing tears back, "Lord Ayato just saw me in a really vulnerable state. Do you not get that? You're the only-, you were the only one who's ever seen me like that. I-," you whimper and bring one of your hands up to your eyes. 

"I know, I'm sorry, but it’s- why did you even come out there like that in the first place?" He asks softly. 

"Because I wanted you! It's been weeks since we've done anything remotely sexual, Thoma, and I've missed you! You invited me over today to spend time with me and you haven't even been doing that, but, I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry for wanting to be intimate with my own boyfriend when he clearly doesn't even want me back," you sob. 

"Don't say shit like that,"  he says strictly. 

You scoff while looking away from him again, shaking your head, before moving to collect your things. 

"What are you doing?” He asks while grabbing your hands and shaking them so you drop what you're holding onto his bed. 

"Leaving! You don't want me here and I feel so humiliated right now. I'm so embarrassed, Thoma, and you're not fucking helping at all," you cry out while shoving his hands away from you. 

"You're not leaving," he says. You ignore him and finish packing your bag before he rips it out of your hand and tosses it towards the other side of his room. "Sit down," he says lowly. You look up into his eyes, mixed emotions rushing through you, as you chew on your lip. "Baby-," 

"Why are you being such a jerk to me today? What did I do?" You whimper. His eyes soften and he sighs while cupping your cheeks. He licks his lips and moves his hands down to your shoulders. "You don't even know, do you?" You ask him. He looks to the side before looking back into your eyes and shaking his head. 

“The last time you acted like this towards me was when you were really stressed and we hadn’t done anything for a few weeks," you say quietly, "is that what this is about? You're frustrated, aren't you?" 

"Yeah, I think so," he mumbles. 

"Then why weren't you in here trying to initiate something with me? Why were you out there with Lord Ayato instead?" You ask softly. 

"I didn't think you'd want to do anything today since we haven't seen each other in a while." 

"Having sex with you was like the first thing on my mind when I got here, Thoma. But why did you choose to still not spend time with me once I got here?" 

"I- I don't know, I'm sorry. I-," he chokes out as his eyes gloss over, tears beginning to build up along his lower lash line. "Okay," you breathe out and nod, "it's okay, baby. Don't cry." You cup his cheeks and run your thumbs along his cheekbones. 

"I'm sorry," he cries, "I just- I don't know why I did that. I haven't been feeling good lately." 

"Because you've missed me, right?" You question softly, one of your hands moving to run through his hair. He nods and chokes out a sob, one of his hands coming up to cover his mouth as more tears start falling out of his pretty, doe eyes. "I've missed you too, baby, and I'm sorry for yelling at you, okay? I was just really upset because you were ignoring me earlier and then Lord Ayato saw me like that and- and all of this has just made me feel like you didn't want me," you tell him, a tear slips out of your eye and you sniffle. 

"I do want you," he sobs. You nod and give him a small smile. 

"Even now?" you ask him. He sniffles and hums while looking into your eyes. "Would you take me right now?" You ask quietly. He quickly nods and sniffles again while moving one of his hands to your waist, his grip tight to reassure you. You wipe at his cheeks as he does the same to you with one hand before he's pulling you in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck almost immediately as he's dragging you in closer and closer. 

He soon pulls away from your lips, a sniffle leaving his mouth as you begin taking off the sweats you recently put on. He strips himself of his shirt and pants before helping you pull his hoodie over your head. 

He breathes out heavily and then his eyes flicker to his bed behind you before you're quickly turning to crawl onto it. He follows right behind you, one of his hands coming up to hold your hip as he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. His hands guide you to turn onto your back and you drop down, your hands falling to your side as you look up at him. He situates himself between your parted thighs, his palms soothing over the soft plush of them. 

"You're so pretty, my love," he says softly, his teary eyes staring into yours. A chuckle slips past your lips as you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down into a kiss. You can feel his trembling fingers move from your thighs to the hem of your shirt, as he then slips them underneath to run the pads of his fingers over your nipples. You hum into the kiss and trail one hand to his hair to tug lightly on it. 

"Please hurry," you mumble against his lips. He opens his eyes to look into yours before leaning back to pull your shirt off of you. You fix your hair once your upper body drops back down onto his bed and notice his eyes on your breasts. 

"I don't want you to ever talk about your body like that again," he says quietly, his eyes flickering to yours. 

"I was joking, Thoma." 

"No, you weren't. You meant every word you said," he says, his tone hurting as he moves his hands to your hips to pull your panties off next. You avoid looking into his eyes before feeling his fingers running along your soaked slit. 

"I already did that. I'm ready," you say quietly, "that's why I went out there like that." 

"Let me check because I don't want to hurt you," he says before pushing his index finger inside. A muffled moan sounds from behind your pursed lips as he pushes his middle finger in beside it. He rubs your clit with his thumb before trying to push a third finger into you. Your mouth falls agape as you let out a shaky gasp, his eyes looking up into yours. With a bit more rubbing at your clit, he's able to push the third finger inside. You unconsciously squeeze his fingers as your hands move to grip the comforter. He runs his free hand along your left thigh as he gently pushes his fingers in and out of you, watching your expression for any sign of hurting or uncomfortableness. 

He pulls his fingers out and leans in towards you to press the pads of his wet fingers against your lips. You let him slip his fingers past your lips as you suck them clean of your slick while pulling his hips closer to you so you can pull his boxers down his thighs. He helps pull them off entirely with one hand before removing his fingers from your mouth and wiping his hand off on his boxers. You reach forward to hold what you can reach of his dick, your fingers wrapping around the tip before he leans forward and plants his hands into the mattress beside your torso. You glide the tip of him up and down your slit a few times before guiding him to your hole. He looks into your eyes as he begins pushing in, his mouth dropping open as he lets out an airy whine. You whimper as he continues, your hands moving to grip onto his shoulders while your hips buck up against his. 

Once his hips are flush with yours, you let out a quiet cry of his name, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

"Easy, easy, baby," he winces while guiding your hands to his waist. 

"Sorry, just- it's been so long," you whimper, your teary eyes looking into his before he nods and then clears his throat. 

"Do you want me to start moving?" he breathes out, a concerned expression displayed on his face as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek. 

“Yes, please,” you say breathily. 

There’s three knocks on the door. You and Thoma both freeze, your eyes widening. 

“Thoma, is everything alright in there? I’d like to apologize for what occurred earlier,” Ayato speaks firmly. You gulp and grip onto Thoma’s biceps. You were currently on top of him as he was balls deep inside of you, his dick pulsing. 

“Say something,” you whisper urgently to him. He opens his mouth in shock, nothing coming out but short, incoherent mumbles. You gently slap his left pec, your head tilting as you narrow your eyes at him. 

“Ev-everything’s fine, Lord Ayato! We’ll be out soon! Sorry for the inconvenience!” He manages to yell out, you bite your lip and begin bouncing on him again, your walls dragging along his stiff cock. The back of his hand flies to cover his mouth, a muffled moan threatening to escape as his other hand makes purchase on your waist. 

“Very well then,” Ayato’s voice rings out before you hear his footsteps walking away from Thoma’s door. You huff and pull Thoma’s hand away from his mouth, leaning down to press a wet kiss to his lips. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going out there after this.” Your breath fans against his lips and he licks his own, parting them slightly to moan. His eyes almost roll back when you lightly tug at the roots of his blonde hair and you chuckle before kissing him again. 

A loud whine-like moan escapes your lips as you cum, your walls clenching down on Thoma’s dick so hard he swears he could see stars. His hands are quickly fumbling for your hips as he manages to pull out of you just in time, his release spurting ropes of white cum all over your pubic bone and thighs, some even falling onto his stomach. 

Your legs shake lightly as your orgasm washes over you, your hands grabbing onto his pecs to hold your upper body up. You’re both gasping for air and gulping as you lose strength in your body. Your chest falls onto his as his arms drop to his sides before he moves them to run his fingers along your back. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaks out, “I’m really sorry. I’ll make what happened earlier up to you, I promise.” 

“You just did, silly,” you giggle, one of your hands pushing his blonde locks out of his eyes as you look at him. 

“Actually, though-,” 

You hum in disagreement, “you’re all I need, Thoma. It’s okay.” 

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[thomatoos]

𓆩✿𓆪 愛 🍤 THOMA boyfriend hc's !?

˚୨୧⋆ Art creds: @/PncGnsn twitter 🖇

ೃ‧₊› On the start of everything, he would try to be his best self, but he always gets SOO clumsy because of just you! Just you looking at him while smiling at his cute self is enough to make him loose his mind completelly. ꒱

ೃ‧₊› He would give you flower bouquets every new week, and make a silly flirt like: "The prettiest flowers for the prettiest person!" and then whisper in your ear: "Don't tell the flowers, but i think you are more pretty then them."

ೃ‧₊› If he could, he wouldn't let you land a single finger on the ground. He would gladly carry you arround like the prince(ss) he thinks you are.

ೃ‧₊› ABSOLUTE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOYFRIEND ENERGY!!!

ೃ‧₊› When you two first started dating, he wouldn't dare kiss you on the lips withouth it being in an very special moment. And oh boy, the wait was worth it. You can still remember the feeling clearly: Those deep green eyes staring at your flushed cheeks, his hand going soflty from caressing your hand to cooping your red face into his hands, getting closer from your face with dreamy nervous breathing. Softly melting into your lips while humming, making you see stars even with your eyes closed. None of you dared to go fast in this moment, exploring each part of your boyfriend's mouth. He couldn't even hold his smile properly, both breaking the kiss laughing sweetly, you only focusing on hearing his silly love declarations. :(( ♡

ೃ‧₊› He needs physical contact every single moment, even if it's hugging you from behind or just interlocking your pinky fingers together. It's unbelievably hard for Thoma to not feel your warm body close to him.

ೃ‧₊› He's not the type to get mad frequently when jealous, he just whines and pouts while trying to pretend nothing's wrong, even though you can clearly tell something's wrong. ― His sincere puppy eyes never lie. ―

📌 ꒱ Thanks for reading this !! Sorry for my broken-ish english. I just needed to get this out of my brain ( ˶ ᵕ​ ˶) ★ '

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[p4latinus]

୨୧⸝⸝˙˳⑅˙ red | thoma [angst fanfic]

°•. ✿ characters: thoma, kamisato ayato

°•. ✿ genre: !afab, angst fanfic

°•. ✿ tw: sfw! mildly suggestive reference, swearing

a comforting warmth deepened your embrace.

mornings were pleasant to wake up to because of the blonde-haired man, wrapping his arms around your waist. his emerald green eyes were shut as he nuzzled closer, breathing your skin. each breath was steady and calming. you couldn’t help but to tuck his hands closer into your body, tugging his arms so gently.

you felt his muffled groans tickle your nape; raising goosebumps along your skin. there was nothing better than waking up next to him for an eternity forged between two lovers with endless desire. he was your sunrise, creeping through your window with strips of a morning’s dew, welcoming you to another day filled with serendipity. he was your moon - the purest, luminescent smile that waned in your absence.

“baby, it’s time for work.” you sighed, shifting your body to face him. your thumb dragged cautiously over his cheek. you leaned, pressing sweet kisses along his face and nose. thoma’s nose crinkled as a smile stretched across his face - his charming, perfect smile. “let me see those eyes.” you requested, breaking away from a morning kiss.

his dark lashes fluttered sleep away, bordering the depth of green that lured you into an everlasting warmth. “ayato isn’t letting you have time off, right?” your fingers ran through his messy locks, gently detangling his unkempt hair. thoma nodded with a slight wince. “sorry, baby.” you whispered, stroking his face with your fingers, gliding the tips along his smooth skin.

a part of you hated how he has gradually neglected himself but you understood his duties. working for the kamisato estate meant excessively serving others on public holidays and staying overtime.

“i’m sorry i haven’t been around much.” he tightened his lips. remorse was scripted across his face. thoma kissed your lips delicately before pulling away, groaning as he realised time was ticking. “come to the estate during your break, my love, i have a surprise for you.”

you couldn’t help but to beam at his thoughtfulness, nodding your head and pressing another kiss onto his lips. lucky was an understatement - anyone to have thoma was truly blessed, and you knew that. no one could ever compare to him and everything that he has to offer. despite your luckiness to be with him, a part of you knew that something was wrong - he was unusually quiet and distant.

he didn’t want to be seen with you - almost as if he was ashamed. most of your meetings were in the komore teahouse, or in the most private rooms of the kamisato estate. perhaps, it was viewed to be unprofessional for inazuma’s best fixer to display too much affection in public. though your intuition said otherwise, you wanted to give thoma a benefit of doubt. you knew that you could always trust him no matter what.

truthfully, it did upset you that he barely paid attention to your thin, lace lingerie. you couldn’t help but to notice how distracted he was as thoma pulled his signature black shirt over his head. maybe it was foolish how you took lord kamisato’s advice to pick “red” - he had overheard that it was seductive and alluring. he knew an awful lot about intimacy and what thoma would love.

“be safe at work, baby. i love you.” you rose from the bed, sliding your arms around him. his brows furrowed as he flinched, mumbling “i love you too.”

hours had passed since thoma left for work so you kept yourself occupied by going through purchase logs at naganohara fireworks. thanks to yoimiya’s benevolence and ayaka’s recommendation, you were secured a job here months ago since your arrival in inazuma. time had always passed by quickly whenever you worked, because you knew that you would end shifts with a sweet reward - being pecked with kisses by the man you love; always escorting you home when dusk bids you a farewell.

a familiar voice spoke, it was calm, reassuring yet powerful. it was a brief moment until you realised that kamisato ayato was having a brief conversation with thoma. your heart raced at the sight of your lover - it was thrilling to see him due to the growing absence. though your intuition hindered you; forcing you to stay hidden in ryuunosuke’s storeroom as yoimiya sourced more materials.

“i am adamant about my termination, my lord. i am sorry.” thoma spoke with confidence yet his voice wavered. why didn’t he ever bring this up? thoma wanted to quit all this time? but that was unlike him. something terrible has happened but you couldn’t blame him for the instability in your relationship - there was so much distance and not enough communication. “very well thoma, since there is nothing i can do to keep you, i just hope you will confess everything to y/n l/n. i will see you later at the kamisato estate for our final discussion.”

what could possibly be a surprise at the kamisato estate during lunch? was the announcement the surprise? so he could spend more time with you? nothing really tallied up with your thoughts and thoma’s unusual patterns. clearly, there was something bothering him. intrusive thoughts began spiralling as you overthought ever behaviour and conversation.

each step leading towards the kamisato estate was heavy as you dragged your feet. 5 minutes later than usual for your lunch break but you knew that it was better than painstakingly waiting for time to go by. your back ached and arms throbbed over the boxes you had to carry from the store to the docks - wishing subtly that thoma had been there to help you. of course, you were guilty; knowing that times were hard on him. you were in no position to ask for any help, since you couldn’t offer much for him either.

“hi baby, i’m sorry i didn’t get us some lun—“

“i’m quitting my job.” thoma interrupted, gingerly taking steps towards you.

“what’s going on, baby?” you asked, extending your arms for an embrace.

“what have you been doing while i was away?” thoma questioned, intertwining his fingers with yours to push them away slowly. his voice was soft but a tint of anger flushed - you watched flames speckled in his eyes as it spread down to his cheeks. a burning desire and rage to know the truth.

“thoma, i can explain-“

“then explain.” he demanded, clenching his jaw. his chest rose and collapsed slowly, as if he steadied his breath to restrain a rummaging fire.

“i had been meeting lord ayato to discuss your work schedule. i have been trying to negotiate with him so we would have more time tog—“

“and how have you been negotiating?”

“i don’t know what you’re trying to say.” tears welled in your eyes as guilt began consuming you.

“you think i don’t know? do you think i enjoy washing your clothing, knowing that it reeks of him? every single friday, you come home later than me, intoxicated, so intoxicated, that you would barely recognise me. your lips smeared and it is the same shade of red as your garments. the exact… same garments… that he bought for you.” thoma gritted his teeth, accentuating his anger through syllables as he approached. “and you dare, sleep with me and next to me with the same red garments. he had taken these clothes off you, he has seen you naked. and you lack a heart to kiss me every morning, telling me you love me when you say that every time he fucks you.”

“then stop coming home so late. you know i hate waiting.” foolish, absolutely foolish. you were caught for every single lie you’d given him. you knew you loved thoma, but not as much as your unwavering lust and selfish desire to be pampered.

“you are so goddamn selfish, y/n.” his lips trembled as he began, “i worked overtime so that i could afford the ring you love.”

every doubt and question began falling into place. no wonder he had sought advice in lady ayaka’s opinions for flower arrangements. why thoma had always tried to bargain a little more than usual - saying it’s for a “big, secret event” for the yashiro commission. whenever he had slipped his hands into yours, while asking, “my love, do you like these? they are expensive but i’d love to get them for you one day.” it all made sense - he did everything he could to prove that he loved you more than life. however you were a selfish bitch who deserved nothing more than dirt.

“i thought you loved me thoma, but you don’t understand that i have needs too—“

with those words, he left you behind within the same 4 walls you had sought refuge in every week. you cried to yourself, knowing that you had tainted every memory with red ink that couldn’t be washed away.

it was the first night you had found yourself waking up in lord ayato’s bed.

#genshin angst #genshin impact angst #genshin thoma #genshin thoma angst #genshin angst fanfic #thoma x reader #thoma x reader angst #thoma fanfic #thoma genshin #thoma genshin impact #thoma angst fanfic

[the-daiz]

Would you be so kind? | Thoma

Genre: hurt/comfort (angst if you squint)

Paring: Thoma x reader

Warning(s): slight mention of blood/injury.

Side note: I'm not even sure what this is, um. I don't normally erite anything that heavily implies romance yet here we are yeahhhh im so tired. HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!

Not proofread, sorry about the spelling mistakes.

Posted on: 26/ July/ 2022

With motion posessing the delicacy of an angel and hands as tender as the moistened leaves of morning rain, Thoma wrapped the cleansed white cloth around the flreshly obtained wound, staining the flawless color of the fabric with the crimson fluid oozing out. Carefully, he signetured the make-shift bandage with a tight knot, in order to stop the bleeding for good.

You jolted when he gave the knot a curt tug, features scrucnhing up while you quilled back your grunt of pain. Your eyes fluttered open, fixed on the polished wooden tiles below you. You were almost lost by how perfect they were, all strawn together in faultless unison.

Their sight was captivating, you thought. Or maybe you were simply too tired, or maybe you were trying not to look down at your bandaged arm. You knew if you had, the agony would only increase, even if gruesome sight had been already masked with the white rag.

"(Y/n)?" Thoma's voice pulled you out of your hazefull stupor. You felt your chest tighten at the sound of his voice. Warm and thoughtful. Like a feild of lavender flowers, basking in its gratifying smell.

"Yes, Thoma?" It was a miracle you were able to keep your tone so steady. You continued to stare down at the floor, avoiding his blazing gaze. You needn't glance at him to know what expression he held. It was one of sadness, you assumed, worrisome and of course, concern, he was always concerned when it came to you, he was always so worried about you.

"Will you look at me?" He muttered. You didn't miss the sharp inhale he drew in. It made him sound nervous. You gulped back whatever had made its way up your throat and lifted your head up, locking eyes with him.

"Of course." You breathed out. As soon as you had made eyecontact with him, you wanted to tear your gaze away. Just as you assumed. Sadness, worried, concern, all in one expression. However, there was one that you hadn't guessed. Adoreness. Love. The longer you stared at his features, the faster your heart paced.

"are you ok?" It was such a simple question, so why did it feel like an anvil had just plummeted down on you? Your smile wavered, but only for a moment.

"I'm fine, Thoma. It was just a cut, it'll heal. Don't worry." You reassured.

"how can I not worry?" He whispered, his eyes lighting with further caring sentiment. Your brows drew inward, your smile faltering as you stared at him with starck worry. "There isn't a time where I'll ever stop worrying about you.

"I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else. It hurts so much to see you in pain. Watching you hurt feels like walking over glass." You hadn't expected him to spill so much. You hadn't wanted him to spill so much. He reached out for your uninjured hand, holding it gently before pulling it against his chest.

"And I love you so much more!" You exclaimed, jumping forward a bit. Though he didn't react. he simply continued to stare at you with misty eyes, his lips pursed together ever so slightly. You tried to steady your breathing, in an attempt to keep your feelings suppressed. "So please don't-"

"I don't want to see you like this anymore. I don't like seeing you try to hide your pain because you know it'll worry me. I'm so scared for you, (Y/n), please, don't let me see you like this anymore." He tightened his grip around your hand. All you could do was stare at him wordlessly, your chest visibly moving up and down while your breathing quickened.

"I'd do anything for you. I'll do anything for you." The onky thing you could focus on was the fondness consuming his eyes. He slowly guided your hand up to his mouth, his lips brushing against the back of your hand and planting a fleeting kiss, his eyes shut and face tight with sorrowness. With his lips pressed against your hand, he murmured. "Please. Let me protect you."

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[shotosjupiter]

ANGEL BABY, ANGEL — THOMA

warning + notes: SPICY as heck and some pet names but other than that, none! my first time writing something like this hfiusdhfiu

a ragged gasp left thoma as he looked up at you with flushed cheeks. there seemed to be a shine of stars in his eyes as he looked at you with awe. his chest rose up and down, taking in gulps of air as you sat content in his lap.

his lips burned with the constant burn of your lips heavy against his. the sun was just rising and the orange-yellow light laid against your skin as if you were heavenly spirit. thoma felt as if he were mid-prayer; with your name being breathed with such delicate emotion and his soul being hung upon yours.

feeling your touch was a blessing of a deity, he thought. his hands wound around your waist, pulling you in closer than he thought was possible.

chest to chest, he could hear the pattering of your heartbeat, the way it sped just as fast as his. he let your fingers glide under his chin to raise his face up to yours. your lips feel hot against his, as he sighs against your lips. your arms slide around his neck, pushing his head further in and pressing his lips harder against yours.

he feels the tug of your teeth against his bottom lip, just as he lets out a breath. the faint ghost of your lips still lingers against his as you leave his mouth to slowly trail the smallest kisses down his jaw to the middle of his neck.

his neck felt the tingle of your lips and tongue as you made your way down, whispering his name just as he prayed yours. bliss was the only thing he was feeling. bliss and the warmth of your body.

thoma lacks the words that want to describe the gratification he felt in that moment. all that came out was: "angel,"

you leave his neck a blushing red as you peer at him with radiant eyes, shining in the sunlight. "angel, you're my angel, that's what you are."

you hum in response as thoma musters his will to bring you back down for a searing kiss. his hands shake ever so slightly as they flit around your body, trying to memorize every curve and shape of your body as a bountiful offering to the heavens.

his angel.

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[justminawrites]

Five Days of Fire Flowers - Chapter 1: Red Oni, Blue Oni

AO3

Summary: The spring of love has finally begun blooming in Inazuma, but longtime friends and rivals, Arataki "The One and Oni" Itto and the town's sweetheart, Naganohara Yoimiya, seem to be the only ones who think nothing of the change. After all, those umeboshi competitions, near-death encounters, and complicated silences they've been sharing more and more often, don't really mean anything.. do they?

1 | TBC

“And then I sent the jerk flying– right down into the dirt!”

“Woah! That’s amazing!”

“But Mister Itto– didn’t it hurt?”

“Ha ha! A little pain isn’t going to stop someone like me, y’see, I’m The Pride of all Oni kind!”

“You’re so cool!”

Arataki Itto puffed out his chest at the compliment and flashed a toothy grin at the kids that flocked to him eagerly. 

They were sitting right outside the shrine of Inazuma City, near the grassy plains with the cherry-blossom trees in full bloom, safely away from the watchful eyes of the Tenryou Commission. 

Itto had challenged a certain fireworks expert to a duel to win the hearts of Inazuma’s children and the spunky blonde had picked Storytelling to be their weapon of choice this time. Whosoever told the best tale was considered the winner.

He regaled them with his latest adventures fighting a group of bandits by Musuo Blade Canyon, sure of his victory; there was no way Yoimiya could beat him when it came to exciting encounters, she may stir them with her little sparklers or whatever, but he had the grit and scars to show for his various battles with opponents far stronger and more renowned than he. And it seemed to be working, at first.

The three little ones, Matsuzaka, Iwao and sweet Saika, looked absolutely enthralled by his tale, their earlier fears forgotten as they ran their tiny fingers over his mace and Itto turned his smirk on the blonde perched on the bough of a nearby tree, swinging her feet and awaiting her turn. 

The Naganohara heir met his smile with a wicked one of her own and jumped down from her place, dusting off her orange kimono as she did.

“Won’t hold it against ‘cha if ya just admit defeat now, Sparkie,” he grinned as she passed him, 

“No shame in losing to someone more superior, after all.”

“Appreciate the offer,” Yoimiya said wryly as she resumed seat on a large stone opposite to him, “–but I wouldn’t be so quick to count my chickens yet, Arataki-san.”

“You haven’t even heard my story yet!”

“Yoimiya’s telling us a story!” Iwao gasped, immediately looking up.

“Yoimiya’s stories are the best!”

“Which one is it going to be this time? The Fire Diamond again?” Saika asked excitedly, turning to her friends.

Itto tried not to huff in irritation as the kids abandoned him to huddle under Yoimiya’s rock expectantly; whatever it was, it couldn’t be as good as single-handedly taking on a group of electro Kairagi warriors to protect a village. 

“No, today’s special,” she began, crossing her legs, “So I’ve got a new one for you. It’s called Red Oni, Blue Oni.”

The children collectively turned back to give him a surprised look. Itto felt a strange sense of deja-vu pass over him and found himself refusing to meet their eyes. He knew the story of course, it was one of the very first stories he’d learned growing up.

“Oni? Like Mister-Itto?”

“Nope,” Yoimiya winked, “These were very different oni. They used to live in the mountains of Liyue, far, far away from Inazuma, back when the Archons first roamed Teyvat.”

“Oh..”

“Once upon a time, almost 2000 years ago, two oni friends lived in a cave, high up in the mountains above a small human settlement. One had red skin, the colour of Dendrobium flowers, and the other blue, like the sky.”

The children leaned in close, already invested. 

“The Red Oni really wanted to befriend his neighbours, so he tried his best to accommodate them; he laid out sweets they liked, invited them to his cave, even tried to help them with their things a few times, but they all ran away screaming when they saw his face.” 

Itto couldn’t help but get swept up into the story too as Yoimiya began gesturing animatedly, using her hands to describe what was going on.

“The humans were all very terrified of the two friends, you see, it was a time of great strife among their community and they didn’t trust each other, much less the oni who looked very different from them; so they would curse or throw beans at him if he got too close to the village.”

“That’s not fair!” Matsuzaka cried outraged, leaping to his feet, “They shouldn’t be mean just because of something stupid like that!”

The other two nodded sternly.

“Ah, ah,” the storyteller wagged her finger in his direction and shook her head, “Remember how you all were afraid of Mister Itto when he first came to Inazuma?” 

“You thought he was the Great Mujina Yokai, here to steal you away from your homes, didn’t you?”

Itto snorted and the children flushed guiltily; Matsuzaka sat back down without protest.

“Fear makes people do stupid things,” Yoimiya continued kindly, jumping back into the story, “–and the Red Oni knew this, so he would never hold it against them when they rejected his friendship. But he never gave up trying to win them over either.”

“One day, the Blue Oni had just about enough of watching his friend get constantly rejected and devised a plan to help him gain the humans’ trust. I’ll pretend to attack the village, he said, and you stop me. The Blue Oni knew that humans loved heroes more than they feared them, and smartly decided to take advantage of this for his friend’s benefit.”

“A terrible plan if you ask me–“ Itto interrupted, snarling, he knew how the rest of the story went and couldn’t help himself but the kids shushed him immediately.

“So they executed the plan, and it worked!” She didn’t falter, much to their delight.

“The Blue Oni stomped his way into the town and began burning down a few houses, taking care not to hurt any of the people on the way, of course. The Red Oni pretended to intervene and chase his friend all the way back up the mountain, finally earning the approval of the humans. Once he returned, they brought him into their homes and celebrated his victory by feeding him and bringing him gifts to show their thanks, eagerly accepting his invitations to come over as soon as possible! In fact, the Red Oni became so popular that even other villages heard of his brave exploits and humans journeyed all the way to the mountain just to meet him!”

Itto furrowed his brows; this version was a little different from what he’d grown up hearing. Yoimiya caught his eye and winked, as if they shared some kind of secret.

“That’s great!”

“Good for him!”

“But wait– what happened to the Blue Oni?” Saika asked suddenly, looking up at the storyteller. 

“Excellent question!” Yoimiya replied cheerily, not missing a beat, “Well since the Red Oni had so many friends coming over he moved into a new cave, with a super secret entrance that only a few people knew about. He wasn’t as fond of humans as his friend, preferring to sit inside and read instead, so he spent the rest of his days like that, happy to see that the Red Oni was happy too.”

“But they still stayed friends?” Saika pressed, leaning forward. 

“Forever and ever!” She affirmed, soothing the little girl’s troubled expression by adding, “They never stopped being friends, no matter what! The End!”

“Now– time for the results! Whose story was better?”

The children turned each other excitedly, ready to discuss the stories and give their final verdict.

“Hey, wait a minute!“ Itto interrupted again, now he was sure there must be some kind of mistake.

“That’s not how it MMPFH–“

Yoimiya was on him immediately, covering his mouth with her hands to stop him from saying anymore. He nearly toppled over with surprise at her action, but caught himself just in time, regaining his balance just long enough to hear her whisper-shout Don’t into his ear. He met her alarmed eyes with borderline confusion that steadily bled into understanding.

Iwao, Saika and Matsuzaka gave them a weird look but didn’t think much of it, more invested in debating the victor instead. After a few tense seconds, during which she still refused to take her hands off his face, the children came to a decision.

“Yoimiya won this round,” Iwao declared seriously, the other two nodding alongside him, “Mister-Itto’s story was good too but hers was a little bit better.”

“MMPFH!” The half-oni pleaded his case, but his captor beamed a brilliant white smile and mercilessly shooed them away. 

“Well, now that’s settled, you children better be heading back to your parents. It’s getting dark and you don't want to miss the fireworks show, do you?”

The children exchanged a startled glance and looked up to see the red sun setting into the horizon.

“Buh-bye, Mister-Itto! Bye, Yoimiya!”

As the three waved their goodbyes and ran home, Itto shot a sideways glance at Yoimiya, who waved back happily, completely unaware that her other hand was dangerously close to his demon-teeth. 

“Precious little things aren’t they?” She smiled, watching Saika’s head disappear past the green outcropping. 

Itto pretended to bite her arm, playfully nipping at the edge of her fingers with his fangs and she yelped and jumped backwards, more out of shock than pain. 

“Don’t be such a sore loser, Arataki-san!”

“Yeah, yeah. Ya got me today Sparkie, but it won’t be so easy next time.”

“You say that every time, and still haven’t managed to beat me once,” Yoimiya stuck out her tongue but he frowned in return, his mind still on the story.

“Why’d ya lie to ‘em anyway?” He asked, uncharacteristically serious for once, “It doesn’t end like that, y’know.” 

“Is it really lying if I just happen to forget a few small details here and there?” She joked, still bouncing on the balls of her feet, but slowed down a little when he looked away, his arm subconsciously tightening on the hilt of his mace.

“Arataki-san? Is everything alright?”

“Hmm,” He rumbled in assent, but his red eyes were clouded with memory. 

Itto first heard the story when he was ten, sitting in grade school with all the other village kids, and had memorised the way it had ended. 

The truth was that once the Red Oni gained the humans’ trust, they declared him the saviour of their village and would rely on him for everything. He helped them out at first, feeling guilty about the broken homes, but soon found himself unable to leave the villagers at all; there was always more work, always more guilt and always someone left to help. 

One day, when he’d found a little time for himself, he snuck away and up the mountain to the cave he shared, only to find it dusty, like no one had lived there for days. A letter awaited him on their little table and once he’d read it, the Red Oni couldn’t stop crying. 

The letter was from the Blue Oni, it said: Hello, Old Friend. You have not been back in days so I hope this finds you in good health. I have decided to go on a journey far, far north and I pray you will not come looking for me when I do. You finally have the love of the humans, which you so greatly deserve, but love is a fickle thing and I fear you may lose it if you’re seen with me again; the Evil One. Do not worry for me, I shall manage as I always have, but I hope it’s not selfish of me to ask that you keep me in your memory still. I shall always be thinking of you too. Sincerely, Your Friend.

Itto remembered the way everyone around him either erupted into tears, or gaped around in dazed confusion, like they couldn’t fully grasp what was happening. 

Even his teacher had looked a little misty-eyed, dabbing at her cheeks with a white napkin, but he knew at once that none of them truly understood what the story meant. Sacrifices couldn’t change the past. The Red Oni only had their respect so long as he could protect the humans. 

He involuntarily narrowed his eyes. Monsters were only loved as long as they were useful.

“Itto?” A feather-light touch on his forearm slipped him out of the memory, and he found himself blinking as two gold eyes, like moons, looked up at him from under a head of choppy blonde hair.

Yoimiya wrinkled her nose, stood up and bumped his shoulder with her hip pointedly so she could sit beside him. He obediently scooted to the side to make space for her and she gave him a small smile as she took her place.    The once-pink sky now bruised a quiet shade of blue and a faint hum of anticipation hung in the air. The fireworks show would start soon. 

Only when Yoimiya leaned her head against his forearm did Itto realise she’d been speaking.

“–didn’t want to spoil their fun,” she sighed, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear, “They didn’t need to know about all the sad bits with everything that’s already going on. The vision hunt decree’s got a lot of folks down and confused, it’s a miracle these kids haven’t lost their energy in the fuss.”

“Huh.” Itto raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t thought of it like that.

“And besides-” she peeked up at him mischievously, “-who’s to say the story doesn’t end there anyway?”

“It doesn’t!” Itto puffed, insistent, “It ends when the Red Oni finds the letter, even an idiot could tell ya that much.”

“Stubborn as ever,” Yoimiya made a face and reached out to poke his cheek, “Don’t be so bullish, Arataki-san, use your imagination! Isn’t there any other ending you can think of?”

He let her prod at his face as he pondered the question; this was a normal occurrence between the two of them. 

He’d challenge her to a duel, she’d find some roundabout way to best him, and then she’d go on to break all boundaries between them like they were best friends, even though he’d only known her for a few months at most. 

When Itto had first arrived in the Hanamizaka District in Inazuma, the locals had been wary to say the least. If seeing an oni was rare, seeing a half-human one was even rarer, and he couldn’t hide the glaring red horns peeking out of his stark silver hair, though the horrified stares he garnered grew with each time he came out in public. 

Not that he would either way– Itto had leaned into the half-demon persona with gusto; leaving the red birthmarks on his face, chest and arms on full display and only making the occasional attempt to tame his wild mane– which brought its own set of problems. 

Vendors would run from him when he tried to buy food, tripping over their carts in fear; priestesses would avert their eyes and pray to the Electro Archon for salvation and even the guards on patrol had a wary hand on their blades every time he passed, like they were waiting for him to snap and attack. 

He was used to it. Though born and brought up in Inazuma, he’d been outcasted for his heritage most of his life, to the point where the gasps of shock no longer bothered him. They would all change their tune soon enough.

It was the same in every district, the locals would be horrified by his presence until they saw him punishing a wicked landlord or catching a bandit or defying some other injustice they’d been putting up with, and then the tables would turn instantly; he’d be hailed as a hero. 

Itto soon disregarded the opinions of people around him completely and let his strong moral compass do the talking– the culprits would take one look at his glowing yellow vision and the club slung over his shoulder and would admit defeat almost immediately. 

Unfortunately, he lost his vision right after that so it made the aforementioned talking, among other things, a lot more difficult. 

He’d challenged the general of the Tenryou Commission, Kujou Sara, to a duel and got his ass handed to him; she’d taken his pride and his power, refusing to respond to his demands for a rematch and leaving him with bottled up frustration that had him using his fists to settle matters instead, sending him to jail more and more often.

That was where he’d first met Yoimiya.

“Arataki-san? Did you fall asleep?”

Itto opened one eye to find her unabashedly pulling his cheek now, any pretense of decorum between them forgotten. Though it seemed that everyone else in Inazuma had inherited an intense fear of demon-kind, that particular gene seemed to have slipped the Naganohara heir this generation. 

Yoimiya was one of the few brave or foolish, (he’d yet to decide), ones that would voluntarily spend time with him, who wasn’t part of his gang– though not for lack of trying on his part. 

“Yoi-chan–“ He began, but she already knew what was coming.

“No, Arataki-san, I’m not going to join your little club,” she huffed and let go of his face immediately.

“Gang. The Arataki Gang. And why not––“

“Because,” she looked up at the sky expectantly, no doubt waiting for the fireworks to begin.

“–some of us have actual jobs around here.”

“I do have a job–“

“Beetle-fighting is not a real a real job, Arataki-san,” Yoimiya laughed, nearly tumbling backwards. 

He caught her with his palm, helping her regain her balance without even having to move his other shoulder but squinted suspiciously when she sat closer than she had before. 

“Thanks,” she smiled, and Itto’s frown deepened. 

Was she really not afraid of him? Not even a little?

“Eat any pickled plums lately, Arataki-san?” She teased as he leaned a little closer, looking for the tell tale widening of the eyes, the sudden flinch of her shoulders as she realised how huge he was compared to her. How his claws could shred her to bits with one swipe. 

Itto waited for the gasp of fear and shock that he’d become accustomed to hearing his whole life.

Yoimiya only blinked at him once, twice, in confusion, then leaned forward and pushed his bangs back from his face. They were close enough that he could see the deep brown undertone of her gold eyes, when she reached out and touched his red horns.

Now any self-respecting demon with half a brain could tell you that under no conditions whatsoever must you touch an oni’s horns. Not only are they one of the most sensitive parts of the oni’s body, the loss of one is akin to the loss of a limb. 

Some demons even go so far as to wrap their horns with cloth to hide them from any unnecessary stimuli, but of course, Itto had never seen any reason to. It’s not like he had people lining up to touch his head– even the children had only just begun to warm up to him. But, of course, Yoimiya hadn’t the faintest idea.

“Arataki-san,” she said as he gaped at her in surprise, “Your face is heating up. Do you have a fever?”

Itto jumped back like she’d scalded him, cheeks aflame, trying maintain a semblance of his swagger but found his thoughts unraveling as she eyed him micheviously instead. 

Yoimiya had been called a lot of things by the citizens of Inazuma– a chatterbox, a messy eater, a delinquent, a doll, even the occasional jail-breaker– but she’d never ever been mistaken for stupid. The girl was as bright as the fireworks she set off on a regular basis, and he’d found out this the hard way.

“Or could it be..” Yoimiya grinned and moved closer but Itto scrambled backwards at the sudden proximity, trying not to think about the sensory overload: how her hair smelled like citrus and gunpowder, or how her lips, her soft, pink, entirely human lips were inches from his own, or how he was fully and thoroughly screwed now that she’d figured out his weakness.

Shit, shit, shit. 

“Don’t tell me it’s because you’re..”

BOOM!

She trailed away as the first firework burst in the sky, sending gold flakes of light sparkling across the midnight blue. 

As his cheeks cooled down, Itto watched Yoimiya shift towards the sound as more and more explosions joined the original one, now in colours of green and red, her eyes glazing over at the blinding display. It was another thing about her that left him puzzled; despite never being at a loss for words, the only time he’d seen her fall quiet was when she was watching the fireworks. 

No matter how many times she’d seen them before, no matter who she was seeing them with, Itto could see how transfixed she was by the little bursts of light that faded away into the vast darkness that swept over them, as though there was a story written in the smoke that only she could read. 

“Yoi-chan,” He mumbled, but just as he’d expected, the Naganohara heir barely batted an eyelash, too lost in her own world to notice her friend.

Itto sighed and looked down at his hands; the stark red tattoos banding his knuckles, the claw-like nails, and thought about what she’d said. Isn’t there any other ending you can think of?, she’d asked, genuine and curious in a way that got on his nerves for reasons he couldn’t explain.

He thought he knew how humans operated; they loved anything that was of use to them and respected anything that instilled fear in them. 

Itto had no desire to be useful to anyone. It was why he refused to get a job in the first place––  he wasn’t some kind of arse-kissing, mercenary-for-hire, though he’d met many a sleazy businessman who needed to be told that repeatedly, with fists. So he settled for being a nomadic warrior instead. 

He’d earn their respect with his fearsome displays of justice and make his mark his own way, The Itto Way–– going so far as to graciously recruit members into the Arataki Gang so they could fully appreciate all that his protection had to offer.

Even Kujo Tengu had a begrudging respect for his strength, he was sure of it, (though she still refused to respond to his challenges for a rematch).

He thought his philosophy was ironclad– until Yoimiya came along and shattered it to pieces. Not only did she not fear him to the point of ridiculousness; she didn’t try to push him into doing her chores with her either; in fact, he suspected that she actively blew off work just to partake in their competitions! 

To add insult to injury, Itto doubted she even considered him a real rival for the children’s affections– wouldn’t she show a little more persistence if she wasn’t merely humouring him?

But then again, that was always Yoimiya’s style. She approached everything with such sincere recklessness that you’d really have to stop and wonder how much of it was real, and how much was an act. Not that he’d ever wondered, of course. Her recklessness had gotten him out of jail, after all.

It happened on a day like every other one he’d had since he lost his vision. 

He’d gotten into a fight with a particularly cruel landlord and found himself on the wrong end of the Tenryou Commissioner’s katana both in a single day, (talk about bad luck), when he’d first met Yoimiya. 

The guards had tossed him into the nearest holding cell, not even bothering with cuffs this time - they knew as well as he did that he had nowhere else to go anyway - and spent the rest of the afternoon getting drunk over a mahjong table. 

The Shogunate’s iron tight influence over Inazuma meant that anyone who caused even the slightest infraction was either immediately banished or executed by the Raiden herself, so there was no one left to line its jail cells except petty pickpockets or walking nuisances who dared to bare a little teeth, like him.

Itto rolled his eyes as the two foot soldiers snored away into the fading evening light, just beginning to get comfortable on his own makeshift bed of rope and hay when a loud clink! resounded throughout the room and a he turned to see a tiny blonde girl swear under her breath as she knocked down more tiles across the floorboards, sending the tiny rectangular pieces skittering through his wooden bars.

He remembered wondering three things that day - why this strange girl looked so familiar, what that bauble in her hair was, a hanging lollipop-like ornament resembling a dango, and wether she’d let him eat it just to be sure - as she carefully placed a few of the mahjong pieces back on the board. 

“C’mon Yoimiya, we don’t have time for this!”

Itto hadn’t noticed she was accompanied by another person till then, with short, shaved hair and the nondescript grey robes of a street vendor; the man was frantically gesturing towards the exit. 

It seemed that a jailbreak was taking place.

“Coming, Hanshirou, just let me get this one–” Yoimiya called back, reaching for the tiles that had fallen under the table. As the man, Hanshirou, fretted to himself and tried not lose temper, Itto got an answer to one of his questions. 

“Hey! Hey, you–– Naganohara girl!” He said quickly but quietly, sliding a game piece through the bars, so as to not startle her. She whirled around in surprise as it landed at the base of her ankle, and in typical Yoimiya fashion, shifted towards the unusual instead of away from it. 

She crept to the front of his cell and peered through the wooden framework curiously.

“How ‘bout ya bust me outta here too,” He proposed when she was close enough that he could see the red tattoos on her forearm, “–and, in exchange, I’ll owe ya one.” 

“Whaddya say? Sound like a deal?”

“Your eyes,” Yoimiya said softly, cocking her head to one side, oddly transfixed. 

Itto bristled. 

He wasn’t unused to people pointing out the traits of his half demon heritage, hair and eyes especially; but it was always the way they did it that irked him. Their features lined with fear as they took in the silver and red, like they couldn’t believe it existed. Like they believed he shouldn’t. But the Naganohara heir had other intentions.

“And? What about ‘em?” He tried not to growl, crossing his arms defensively.

“They’re like firework shells,” she replied, undeterred, pressing her face against the bars to get a better look.

“They’re.. what?” 

Itto resisted the urge to lean closer to make sure he heard her right. 

“Firework shells? What’re ya on about, Sparkie?”

The unprompted nickname seemed to shake her out of whatever daze she’d been in. Yoimiya blinked in surprise, gasped and briskly turned around to wave at a horrified looking Hanshirou, who looked like he was about to faint.

“Wait a second!” Itto huffed as Yoimiya placed the final mahjong tile on the table between the two unconscious soldiers and turned to leave, “Don’t ya want anythin’ from me?” 

“A favour from The Oni Sumo King ain’t nothin’ to turn yer nose up at, y’know!”

“No thanks,” she shrugged carelessly, not even pretending to consider his offer. 

“I’m all out of requests at the moment. But if you need my help that badly, Arataki-san, I’d be willing to play you for it.”

Itto was so surprised by her answer that he forgot to ask how she knew his name.

“Fine,” he accepted resentfully; he would’ve corrected her except she was right. Itto did need her help, even if he wasn’t willing to admit it. Playing for it seemed less humiliating than begging anyway.

“What’re we playin’?”

“Rock-paper-scissors!” She grinned.

They played for hours straight. 

Round after round, until the last of the evening’s light bled into claustrophobic night, neither of them getting close to victory in the game meant to settle petty children’s squabbles. 

Hanshirou had slipped away by their twenty-seventh game, and a pregnant moon had risen through the high windows, bathing the happy-go-lucky girl and the frustrated half-oni in its dreamy white glow. 

A moon much like the one that embellished the sky today; this time a dull, monochromatic backdrop for the rainbow of light that was steadily being punctuated by sharp, sudden bursts of sound. 

BOOM!

Itto released a breath and leaned back against the rocky wall, as the sound of the fireworks nudged him out of the memory, and back into real life. 

He did end up losing that final match to her (35 to 44), but she’d still unlatched the door to his cell anyway, reasoning, with a wink, that anyone who was willing to play janken with her for four full hours, couldn’t be that much of a villain.

This kindness had, of course, irritated him to no end, so he’d hunted Yoimiya down the very next morning and demanded a rematch. She’d been surrounded by children then, showing them some new toy she’d dug out from back of her shop– they’d been afraid at first, but took a liking to him when Yoimiya beat him again, (this time a pitiful 75 to 4). 

Thus began their legendary rivalry for the children’s attention, although, if he were being honest with himself, it really should be renamed Arataki Itto’s Longest Losing Streak in Existence. To a girl who had no trouble winning, no less. 

Itto tried not to sulk as he shot a sideways glance at the girl in question; Yoimiya hadn’t torn her gaze away from the fireworks display all this time. 

Though it had been a few weeks since the start of their unlikely friendship, Itto found himself unwilling to believe she didn’t need anything from him. 

Everyone always needed something from him. It was a fact; wether it be protection or strength, or even just a picture. That was just how humans were.

Why else would she have let him out of jail? Or bothered to show up for yet another sour-plum eating contest, four days in a row. Why else would she bother hanging around him at all?

Whaddya really want from me, Sparkie?

He hadn’t realised he’d said it out loud until the explosions finally faded away and Yoimiya turned around.

“To be your friend, Arataki-san,” she said softly, her perpetual smile strangely sad under the moonlight.

“If you’ll have me.”

The abrupt silence gently sloughed into the soft hiss of cicadas, and rustle of wind on branches as nature took over the symphony with its own, unique orchestra. 

Something odd happened to Itto then.

Maybe it was the way she was staring right through him, or how the absence of fireworks left a visible vacancy in her eyes; hell, it could’ve just been because he’d never seen the Naganohara heir look anything short of bright and bubbly–– but an inexplicable sense of guilt pricked his heart. 

The buzzing feeling traveled from his chest to his knees, and then right back up to his stomach where it settled, burning a hole straight through his intestines.

He’d been so sure that she had some kind of ulterior motive in befriending him, that he hadn’t realised his suspicions were slowly pushing her away. Granny was right. He could be a real jerk sometimes.

The half-oni sighed, stood up and held out an arm. 

Yoimiya glanced up at him perplexed.

“You’re really bad at it then,” He huffed when she didn’t take it immediately. 

“Arataki-san this, Arataki-san that–– if I didn’t know any better I’d think ya only met me yesterday, Sparkie.”

The fire in Yoimiya’s eyes flared as the meaning behind his words clicked. 

She took his outstretched palm in hers and he pulled her up.

“You know, if you don’t like your name you should just change it yourself– AHH!” Yoimiya began to tease, but shrieked when he bent forward and picked her up by her thighs instead, hoisting her whole frame over one of his shoulders in one fell swoop.

“Put me down,” she laughed as she steadied herself against him, but Itto only shook his head and supported her with one arm, turning to point out the sky with the other.

BOOM!

Yoimiya gasped as the fireworks show resumed, relaxing her grip on his triceps to reach out her hand to the night instead, like she was trying to catch the glittering light between her soot smudged fingertips. 

Itto watched her fall silent just as quickly as before and resisted the urge to grin. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the annual light show but watching them with Yoimiya wasn’t half bad.

She absentmindedly placed her other hand on the top of his head, near the base of his horns and he felt a flicker of electricity pass through him, prickling his spine and shaking his passenger in the process.

“Don’t touch the horns,” Itto grouched when she looked down at him in confusion. Her eyes sparkled wickedly then and he wondered if it was morally acceptable to fling her off the cliff right then and there.

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish,” she laughed again, but obediently moved her hand back down to his neck, much to his surprise. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault! Oni horns are extremely sensitive, alright?”

“Alright, alright. Horns are off limits. Got it.”

After a few seconds of comfortable silence, Yoimiya whispered into his ear.

“Itto.. san?”

“Hm,” He rumbled in assent.

“No, I was just wondering if that’s what you wanted me to call you,” she replied, pulling on his earlobe impishly.

“Or what about.. Taki.. san? Oh I know– Taki-kun!”

Itto felt his face (and his ears) flush, even though her hands were safely away from his horns, and mumbled something incomprehensible into the night air. She leaned over to hear him better.

“No I’m not going to call you Arataki Burning Passion for Battle Itto,” Yoimiya snorted, “It’s too long. And it’s not cute at all, Itto-san.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Itto rolled his eyes, “Just don’t sweat it with all that Arataki-san business. I ain’t my old man, alright?”

“Okay, what about.. hm..”

BOOM!

Itto didn’t need to look up to see that Yoimiya was once again lost in the fireworks. 

Darkness burned away under the onslaught of tiny silver and gold bursts, briefly turning their night to day, and he felt his sensitive demon eyes shirk against the sudden flash. 

The sparks fizzled out and fell, covering the sky in a mock meteor shower, each flicker leaving behind a burning white trail and for a second he imagined the white hot light raining all around them, sputtering out into tiny glowing fireflies as they fell.

It was gone as suddenly as it arrived, the blinding flare, and Itto found himself blinking spots out of his vision as the Naganohara Fireworks Show fittingly came to an end.

“Hey, Sparkie,” he began, gently nudging the girl atop him out of her own daze, “Hey, I thought about what ya said.”

“About.. the name?” She mumbled confusedly, rubbing stars out of her eyes. “About the story.”

“The story?” Yoimiya tilted her head.

“Yeah, the story. ‘Bout how ya said it didn’t have to end like it did?”

“Oh! The Oni story,” she smacked her own forehead, “Is that what you’ve been thinking about all this time?”

“No,” Itto lied, looking anywhere but up. 

Yoimiya narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“Anyway, I think I figured it out.”

“Does the Red Oni stay with the humans and have fun forever?” She volunteered, only half-joking. 

Itto shook his head.

“He goes searching for the Blue Oni, and brings him home.”

“That’s great,” Yoimiya said kindly, stifling a yawn, “Good for.. (hah).. good for him.. he deserves it.”

Itto nodded, almost to himself. 

It was an idea he’d been toying with for a while now. If he were the Red Oni– well, let’s just say the story would’ve gone much more differently if he were in it, but suffice to say he definitely wouldn’t have let his friend sacrifice himself. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even let his enemies sacrifice themselves for him; Itto was very anti-sacrifice all around.

“But you know-” Yoimiya mused, “-I think the humans might be a little jealous if they have to share the Red Oni now.”

“Huh?”

“Think about it Ara– um, Itto-san,” She said, stumbling over the unfamiliar moniker, “If the Blue Oni comes back, the Red Oni’s probably going to spend all his time with his best friend.”

“Yeah, and?” 

“And, wouldn’t you be jealous if your best friend didn’t spend time with you anymore?”

Itto considered this.

“Nah, not really,” he admitted after a few seconds of deep thought, “Ushi usually comes back home at the end of the day so I ain’t too worried ‘bout the little guy.”

“Little guy?” She raised an eyebrow, “You’re talking about that tiny ox that follows you around, aren’t you? That doesn’t count, Itto-san.”

“For your information,” the half oni crossed his arms, “Ushi’s a Bull, who also happens to be the Third Foundin’ Member of the Arataki Gang and my best friend.”

“Right,” She rolled her eyes, “But I’m talking about a real person. Sort of like... hmm– oh! Like General Kujou Sara, for example.”

“Kujou Tengu?!” Itto replied, scandalised, “We’re not friends, we’re rivals.”

“We’re rivals,” Yoimiya gave him a pointed look and he resisted the urge to immediately correct her by saying that it was different. 

Kujou Tengu was cold where Yoimiya was warm; distant where the latter hadn’t fully grasped the concept. It was different. He just didn’t know how to put it into words.

“I still don’t get it,” he grumbled instead and she shook her head pityingly.

“Poor, poor Itto-san,” Yoimiya teased, petting his hair, “Imagine if you found out that Kujou-san hadn’t been responding to your challenges because she was too busy fighting someone else.”

Itto jaw twitched. 

While it was true enough that he’d been clamouring for a rematch against the general of the Tenryou Commission, he had a strong suspicion that she did not share his sentiment. Still, the thought of the countless noticeboards he’d desecrated in order to get her attention had his hackles raising– surely it couldn’t be that hard to make time for another battle with such a worthy opponent as himself. 

Yoimiya’s eyes sparked, catching the minute shift in facial expression and mistaking it for something else entirely. 

“Aww, it’s alright,” she grinned, “There’s no harm in feeling a little jealous now and then.”

“No idea what yer on about, Sparkie,” he squinted, trying not to recall Kujou Tengu’s sharp gaze or her infuriating smile as she rubbed her victory in his face. 

He wasn’t jealous; if anything he was tired of being disrespected by someone who, in all fairness, should’ve been part of his gang but settled for being the Raiden’s lapdog instead. 

“I’d be jealous if it were me.”

Itto almost didn’t hear Yoimiya mumble the words into his hair at first. 

He waited a beat but she didn’t elaborate. 

“Ya would?” He prodded finally, trying to tilt his head back to see her face, in vain. 

“Mhm,” he could feel her breath on his scalp, “If the Red Oni suddenly left without explanation and spent all his time with the Blue Oni, I think I’d be terribly jealous of her.”

Her?

“I’d feel like she stole my friend away from me, y’know?”

Silence bloomed between the two after that– a silence that was different from all their other ones, now filled with mystery and the promise of something unsaid. Itto had a faint suspicion that Yoimiya wasn’t talking about the story at all, and for the first time since he’d met her the half-oni wondered how well he really knew the Naganohara heir. 

For all of her playacting and childish games, the fireworks expert had never worn her heart on her sleeve the way he did, and it hadn’t occurred to him to ask why, till this very moment. 

But before Itto could open his mouth and come up with a response that wasn’t one syllable long, Yoimiya laughed and smacked him on the top of his head, sending a mild shock through his body.

“Oh, look at me running my mouth off like an old spinster,” She huffed, the smile returning to her voice, “Thoma did always harp on and on about how I had no filter. Guess I should’ve taken his advice when I had the chance, huh?”

“Listen, Sparkie,” Itto began, unsure what any part of their conversation had to do with Inazuma’s most well-known Fixer, but she only laughed again, and gestured for him to put her down. 

He reluctantly leaned forward so she could easily slip off of his shoulders and onto the same rock they’d been sharing before, and Yoimiya stretched as she did so, her nimble arms extending with fox-like grace. 

The tattoo on her forearm rippled with the motion and Itto found his eyes drawn to the single koi fish intertwined with branches of cherry blossoms, all stained a dark, inky red– suddenly realising that he had no idea what the meaning was behind it all.

In all the time they’d known one another he’d learned much about Hanamizaka’s best pyrotechnician; how she took her ramen (with ridiculous amounts of chili sauce), what her favourite hobby was (fireworks), where she hid out when she wanted to get away from people (the beach)– but next to nothing about her past. Not even how she got her vision (though he must’ve told her about his own more times than he could count.) 

There were still so many things he didn’t know about his friend. 

“Yoi-chan,” he tried again, but she was already bounding away from him, across the plain, up the sakura tree, her quick feet finding purchase in the elegant, brown bark as she hoisted herself up to the top of the trunk.

“You should get up here,” She waved excitedly, “The view is great!”

“Wait a minute! We gotta talk!” He called back, bending over to straighten his mace, which had somehow fallen over and rolled into a nearby bush in all the excitement. 

Something smacked the back of his head and he looked up in confusion to find Yoimiya perched higher than she was before, flicking a small, round object at him.

“Hurry up, Itto-san!” She giggled, tossing another one.

He caught it with ease this time, so she stuck her tongue out at him and leapt to her feet to resume her ascent. Itto opened his palm to reveal the tiny, unique shape of a cherry blossom seed taunting him. 

“Would ya listen to me for a second, Sparkie?” He squinted upwards, letting it fall from his palm harmlessly, but Yoimiya’s bright orange kimono was already disappearing into the pale pink cluster of flowers. 

“I’ll listen to whatever you’ve gotta say when you catch up to me, slowpoke!” 

Itto waited a few seconds before he began to climb, straining his ears to hear the faint sound of her laughter that seemed to be coming from all around him. As he heaved himself over the first couple of boughs he felt the wood crack into splinters under his nails and winced. 

He wasn’t fond of tree-scaling for many reasons, usually because he felt like the tree wasn’t too fond of him either. Yoimiya had laughed and laughed when he told her that the trees here were sentient. Next thing you know, you’ll be telling me that the Raiden Shogun isn’t the Shogun at all. 

The view gave way to an endless cliff on one side - a result of the tree growing out of the rocky outcropping no doubt, which was punctuated by a twenty foot drop into a shallow pool of water - and the distinct, triangular roofs of the Inazuman buildings on the other, glossy under the milky sheen of starlight.

Itto climbed higher and higher, chasing flashes of telltale orange he’d glimpse once in a while, but found himself face to snout with a baby kitsune instead. 

He knelt, so as to not scare the creature and watched as it silently opened its big purple eyes and gave him a once-over. Though Itto wasn’t unfamiliar with the foxes - they huddled in the wilder parts of Inazuma and occasionally snuck around the back alleys of the city - he’d never taken a liking to their more secretive natures, even when Granny Oni made him place offerings with her. 

If you ever see a raincloud burst while the sun still shines, it’s a sure sign of a kitsune’s wedding, she’d warned him when he’d tried to scare them away once, So I’d try not to anger them if I were you Itto-chan, or they could ruin the perfectly good day you’re having.

He’d assumed it was all superstitious nonsense, like breaking combs or throwing beans, but looking into the oddly intelligent eyes of the animal in front of him, he felt the stirrings of doubt in his stomach. Go on, he prodded mentally, make it rain.

The fox pawed at its ear for a second before letting out a deep sniff and hopping off to a higher branch. He watched it escape, moonlight slicking the path behind it as it ran, and tried not to feel disappointed. 

Before he could really appreciate the peace and quiet, however, the unmistakable sound of a branch breaking came from above him.

“Itto-san?”

Itto looked up in horror to find Yoimiya balancing precariously on a thin bough and clutching the branch nearest to her like a lifeline, mirth steadily draining from her face as the one under her feet let out another dangerous crack!.

“Yoi-chan?!”

She caught sight of him then, her gold eyes wide with terror, and managed to muster up a frightened smile.

“I think I might’ve gone too far,” she joked but her voice trembled as she said it, betraying her feelings. 

Itto was already on his feet, steadying himself against the tree trunk as he kicked off his sandals.

“Jump!” He yelled, arms outstretched as another crack split the night air in two.

Yoimiya hesitated. 

A thousand expressions seemed to flit across her face at once; facets of fear, panic, surprise, each overlapping the other, a Venn diagram of uncertainty mapping itself out on her features as she considered potentially taking both of them down with her fall. 

A sudden plop! echoed into the night as a raindrop landed squarely on her scalp, making the decision for her. Then another. And another. The sky was filled with soft hiss of rain in a matter of seconds, drowning out the sounds of the night in favour of covering everything with its wet embrace.

“What’re ya waitin’ for?” Itto roared, the sense of urgency striking him red-hot and fast, like metal in a forge. Rain ran down on him, dampening his hair and pricking his skin. Somewhere in the distance, he imagined the curled up frame of a ginger fox, giggling to itself. Ask only what you wish to receive.

“You gotta jump now!”

“Swear you’ll catch me.”

He gaped up at her, bewildered, wondering if this too was some lame attempt at a last-minute jest, but Yoimiya’s expression was beseeching and wholly, undeniably serious.

“Whaddya think I’m doin’, Sparkie?” He motioned for her to let go of the branch and for a short second he thought she might. 

But she pulled back almost immediately. 

“I can’t!” She cried, clinging tighter. Itto felt his heart leap to his throat as the twig in her hands snapped instantly, sending a domino effect of breaking sounds across the whole tree. 

“Itto-san?”

The terror on Yoimiya’s face doubled as she balanced on the weak branch, both arms out like a tightrope walker, her breaths coming in short bursts, one wrong move away from toppling twenty feet down into a shallow, watery grave.

He moved to the very edge of his own branch, ignoring the rain that streaked down his face relentlessly, crouching a little, so she’d feel like he was closer than he actually was. 

“I swear I’ll catch ya, Sparkie. You have my word,” he nodded holding out his arm comfortingly.

“Don’t ’cha trust me?”

Yoimiya took a deep breath. 

And jumped.

There was a brief second between her leaping off the branch, (it gave one final, feeble crack before shattering under foot), and her falling into his arms that seemed to last all eternity. 

Time stretched, wrapped and melted around them all at once, so all he could remember was the hush as the rain quieted all around them, the few metres of distance between his skin and hers, before it rapidly accelerated forward then he was hugging her, holding her, pressing her very cold, very alive body onto his and taking giant heaving breaths.

As Itto steadied himself so they both wouldn’t have to suffer a less deadly but equally painful landing at the base of the tree, Yoimiya wiped away the rain and tears that had mixed with one another on her face, and took a seat in an attempt to quell the shaking in her legs.

The moon had wedged itself between a slit in the clouds, so that only a sliver of its light was able to illuminate their surroundings. Itto took a seat beside her, letting the adrenaline wear off under the cooling rain that dripped all around them. 

“Itto-san,” He turned to her curiously.

 Yoimiya gave him a small smile.

“I think I’m finally ready to listen now.”

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[stillinracooncity]

that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*

#aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #joe goldberg x reader #morpheus x reader #thomas shelby x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #satoru gojo x reader #portgas d ace x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami kento x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joel miller x reader #eddie munson x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #cillian murphy x reader #fanfic #osferth x reader #jason todd x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #dick grayson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #astarion ancunin

[ayaboba]

let me do it all

summary: reaction to reader who has worn themselves out completely (physically).

chars: diluc, baizhu, zhongli, thoma, cyno, kazuha, ayato, kaeya, heizou, childe, kaveh, alhaitham, albedo, xiao, tighnari, dainsleif, wanderer.

cw: physically tired, petnames, gn! reader, mentions of not taking care of themselves.

enters malewife mode - diluc, baizhu, zhongli, thoma, cyno

As soon as they see that you’re barely functioning, your movements are limp, and your eyes are struggling to stay open, they’ll diligently take over any household chores without a second thought. Cleaning the dishes, folding the laundry, cooking dinner—they even have time on their hands to lightly remind you to stay in bed and rest whenever you do the slightest physical activity. even though you insisted on splitting the work in half.

-

“Sweetheart, I can hear you in the laundry room. Go back to bed, please.”

“It’s just a few clothes. I promise I won’t break!”

“You have ten seconds to get back in bed, or I'll personally carry you there myself.”

All attention is on you - kazuha, ayato, kaeya, heizou, childe, kaveh

They’ve told you countless times that you are the most sacred gift to ever be bestowed upon them. It’s a sincere and hypnotic lullaby, almost. Lulling your heart into a surreal universe, their soft whispers gently guiding you.

Your mind and body fight to stay awake, determined to focus on their tender words that stream out of their lips like honey as they press their lips ever so lovingly to your forehead. You wonder how long it's been—how long you’ve been enveloped in their arms—but something tells you getting out of this situation might be a little tricky.

-

“Hm…? And where do you think you’re going?”

“I need to unload the dishwasher. It finished a few minutes ago.”

“Oh, that can wait. How about I prepare you a bubbly, warm bath instead?”

scolds you (while preparing your favourite meal) - alhaitham, albedo, xiao, tighnari, dainsleif, wanderer.

They admire your persistence in whatever you were doing that cost so much of your energy and effort; it’s always been one of their favourite qualities about you, truly. However, when your determination gets you into situations such as these, they’ll scold and tut like a strict mother, subtly shaking their heads and rambling about how you should be more careful with your health. Underneath all of that, they’re just worried about you. Why else would they be cooking up a gourmet meal at 12 a.m.?

“Really… What were you thinking?”

“Look, I'm sorry. It was just important!”

“More important than your health? Of course not. Now eat up. I'll get our bed ready; we’re sleeping early.”

#genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #diluc x reader #baizhu x reader #zhongli x reader #thoma x reader #cyno x reader #kazuha x reader #ayato x reader #kaeya x reader #heizou x reader #childe x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #tighnari x reader #dainsleif x reader #wanderer x reader #anya writes ✧.*