#thoma x reader
falling in love [genshin impact x gn!reader]
pairings: albedo, childe, diluc, gorou, kaeya, scaramouche, thoma, xiao, zhongli x gn!reader
tw/cw: brief descriptions of gore in childe's, alcohol consumption in kaeya's, and tooth-rotting fluff <3
word count: 1.6k
Within Albedo’s lab, nothing but the way of scientific thinking existed. His understanding of its philosophy was flawless, nary a trace of bias, his data always pristine, and his emotions erased. That was, until his new lab assistant arrived.
To him, you were like a newborn calf, crying out for him every time you needed his opinion on something, instructions, or even help with particularly difficult problems. He’d always reach out to give you the attention you needed, with a bit of extra fueled by love on the side.
Of course, you were oblivious to the love part, and so was he.
Within his lab now is the light, rosy scent of love, his work now tainted by his feelings for you. His data is stained pink with the liking he has taken to you, and the color of methyl orange indicator in his titrations now seem…pinker, strangely. But of course, none of these anomalies are even scientifically possible, and so he sets out to investigate.
He squints for the last time at the conical flask containing this coral shade, and then looked back at you, who is busy with work. Gently, he places the glass container down behind him without so much as a clink, and gazes upon your form.
Perhaps, he thought, perhaps you are the cause of the recent anomalies I have documented.
Within Childe’s adrenaline-seeking heart, a warm love blossoms, and within it lies your sleeping figure.
He remembers monsters charging at him, growling and roaring, the sound of flesh being ripped apart by blade. And he looks at your sleeping visage, bearing not a trace of tension. His hand extends towards you, calloused fingertips making contact with the soft skin of your cheek, the silence of the room not obtuse, but filled with your soft breathing, and his own in sync with it.
Under the moonlight, just like now, he had fought beasts beyond what man could fathom, barely escaping with his life. But now, before him lies the one he loves, sleeping, instead of defeated monsters, dead.
What was once trivial to him, paling in comparison to world domination, has now become important.
His heart, once purely seeking action, now seeks your love as well.
Mondstadt’s very own vigilante, Diluc, had previously believed that he would have to face the trials and tribulations of life alone. Of course, when he met you, he still believed the same. You weren’t particularly special to him—he thought of you as yet another stranger who wouldn’t be able to help him.
He was dead wrong.
You blossomed into what he could only consider to be the perfect companion, and though it took years for the both of you to come to this stage of friendship, to be able to sit on his roof and watch the sunset in comfortable silence, to be able to share your problems with him and him you, he has to admit, he’s the one who’s the cause of it all taking so long.
As he gazes into the swirling depths of your eyes, he thinks, if only he’d let his walls down quicker. Because for the first time in his life, he wants more. More, more, more. He can’t hold back any longer, so he presses his lips to yours.
Everyone but you knows that Gorou has taken a great liking to you, as evidenced by his tail wagging furiously every time he talks to you. He also talks way too much to you, a mere sergeant in the resistance corps.
“Hey, Y/N, take a look at this please?”
“…General Gorou, I don’t even understand what I’m looking at.”
When seen running across Watatsumi island, tail wagging and stack of documents in hand, one knows exactly what Gorou is about to do—find you and ask for your opinion on the resistance’s operations, but really, it’s just an excuse to see you. And, really, his excuses to talk to you are just so poor, he can’t possibly do worse.
Now, though, he stands before the door to your barracks, tail rapidly moving left and right, a bouquet of flowers behind his back. No more poor excuses. No more hiding his feelings from you.
He steels his will, and walks towards you.
The burn of alcohol down his throat is a sensation Kaeya has come to associate very closely with your company in Angel’s Share. Knights, criminals, civilians alike—all within his reach, should he choose to simply extend a glass. He is an affable man, to the extent that truths, secrets, and personal weaknesses slip from the mouths of his drinking buddies.
Mondstadt has been whipped into order following the advent of your presence within the City of Freedom. But when Death After Noon is in stock, crime rate goes up a significant amount, and that social order wavers just a little, for Kaeya is a greedy man who covets both the pleasure of drink and your company.
Under the dim, warm lighting of the tavern, he waits, fingernails tapping against the surface of the counter. The sound of the tavern’s door opening cuts through the fluff of the static, background noise of the room that he barely registers. A smile tugs at his lips, and as he turns to face you, he feels himself losing his tight grip on himself, his deliberateness, his calculatedness. This time, instead of maintaining a poor, loose hold on himself, he voluntarily lets go. If he is to pursue your heart, he will leave his own open to you.
Scaramouche can remember being angry with a person, but not without a person. That person, of course, is you.
Your presence infuriates him. But your absence? It fuels the veritable inferno blazing in his heart. His patience has a shorter fuse; he snaps easily without you. You are akin to his reinforcement cable, for all it takes from you is your presence and a gentle smile at him for him to calm down.
“Kuni,” you start gently, but do not have to continue.
“…Tch. You’re lucky I like you.”
And when your smile widens, his heartbeat speeds up just a little, and his face heats up just a little. With a flourish, he turns his back to you, and walks off in silence.
And he wonders if you’ll ever notice that he does not like you just as a companion, but as a partner, because he doesn’t know if he could ever swallow his pride to tell you that.
Thoma can’t believe it when he sees you on Inazuman streets. The child with whom he’d played tag with countless times has grown up to be such a beautiful young person. Though his memory of you is old, the person looking back at him with what is probably the same expression as his is most definitely, most unmistakably you.
“Thoma? That’ll be 3500 Mora.”
He hurriedly pays, collects the goods, and looks back. But you’re gone. It’s only the second time he sees you that he gets to exchange words with you.
It is most definitely, most unmistakably you. Just as he did when you were children, he links his arm through yours, roaming the streets of Inazuma. He doesn’t know it right now, but this’ll be a classic case of reunited childhood friends becoming lovers. Be patient, Thoma, soon they’ll return the affections you always had for them.
Xiao swears he hasn’t seen something so pretty since he’d discovered crystalflies.
Stray strands of your hair shining in the sunlight, or your features illuminated in the moonlight—how he wishes he could get closer to you so he can have a better look. And during the fifth time (he’s counted) he sees you, he feels his heartbeat speed up and his face heats up.
For now, though, you’re something of a crystalfly to him. He can’t get too close to you, or you’ll fly away.
That is, until you finally catch on that someone’s been watching. “Come on out,” you command, and Xiao finds that he does not resist your order, almost immediately appearing before you. Before he even realizes what he’s done, he feels something in his chest bloom. The look in your eyes, up close, stirs something within him.
To you right now, however, he is just a strange boy who appeared out of thin air. One day, that boy will learn of what exactly it is he feels for you, and you will grow to reciprocate this affection.
The stone-cold heart within the god’s chest finally stirs as you walk past him for the first time. Who is this beautiful person with such an alluring scent, dressed in such sophistication?
“Who is that?” Zhongli murmurs softly to himself.
“That? That’s Y/N,” a passer-by who happens to hear him informs, also gazing at your form as you walk away from them. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”
“…Yes,” Zhongli finds himself agreeing. “Yes, they are.”
Steadily, the thrum of his Gnosis guides him to you, whom he so desires.
Your speech is gentle, your words mild and your tone unremarkable. You do not stand out from the crowd of personalities he has memorized. But to him, you are all he can see within the sea of faces.
His Gnosis calls out your name.
And so he pursues you, his attempts pure and eloquently conveying his affections for you. But be careful, lest you fall completely senseless for him.
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hey , pretty stranger !
genshin characters as strangers you’ve met
various! genshin impact x reader. (albedo, childe, diluc, fischl, gorou, hu tao, itto, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, venti, xiangling, xiao, yanfei, zhongli.) - 5037 words.
synopsis: genshin characters as people you’ve encountered, and have remained in your heart ever since then.
notes: modern! AU. long headcanons. british english used. lowercase. some cliche romance tropes used. edited. semi-proofread. gn!reader. mother used in albedo’s one. father used in diluc’s one. slight cursing used. arranged in alphabetical order.
a/n: this was meant to be released way earlier but then word deleted all my work are u srs.. but anywayysss most of these are happy, i promise :) key word is ‘most’ tho. and holy moly these are long asdffghhjkl new record for me!!
• the person who let you have the last carton of eggs. you were rushing to the supermarket in an absolute frenzy; your mother wanted to make desserts, but you used up the last eggs in the house to complete a stupid ‘rubber egg’ science project of yours.
• it was already late, and the chances of the supermarket actually having anything there at all was very slim, but luck seemed to be in your favour??? lo and behold, right there in the poultry aisle, sits the last box of eggs. you could literally hear angels singing.
• well, your glorious moment was interrupted by a third party picking it up before you could. he was observing them with a critical gaze, and in a slight moment of panic, you were debating whether or not you could win against him in a fist fight.
• but as he gave you a quizzical look at your defeated expression, you opted for the second option: begging.
• it was a pitiful sight, really. you were about to get on your knees and plead at the poor guy just for the eggs. you knew your mother would be angry if you came home with nothing, and you weren’t about to risk a scolding, not today!!
• but instead, he just wordlessly handed the carton to you. no small talk, no need for you to throw your dignity to the side, nothing. it was like he could read your mind. you stood there in awe.
• you swear you could see a hint of a smirk on his face, though.
• the attractive person who was taking care of their sibling at the park. he was helping teucer climb up one of those spider web playground equipment things, and then his shirt rised up a bit and. oh. oh my god. ohhhhhh my god?!?!?
• turns out, he was your neighbour… the hot neighbour that you never noticed until now. you’ve interacted with his little siblings before, but never saw him?? and as you were having a mini crisis on a park bench, his little brother noticed you!
• you were invited to join them with a warm smile from both boys, and your heart almost skipped a beat imagining a domestic scene with the two: childe cooking a meal, while you and teucer sit at a table expectantly. ohh you hopeless romantic... imagining all these scenarios with a boy you’ve just met..
• you got attached way too quickly. you thought that childe believed the same: that you two hit it off, but apparently he didn’t. he gave you his number, but only ever initiated conversation if teucer wanted to meet up with you in the park. (the little boy had grown attached to you!) but it was never for anything else. childe never interacted with your ‘how was your day?’ texts at all.
• next thing you knew, the texts eventually faded into nothingness. you heard from a mutual friend of yours that childe started to date a new girl that moved into town, and that the two can be seen in the nearby park, acting like a sickenly sweet couple as they play tag with childe’s siblings.
• you occasionally walk by the park sometimes, and watch in envy as the girl took up the spot that you once had with the boys. it seemed as if teucer completely forgot about you; he liked the new girl more. and childe… he never once looked your way; he never saw you anything beyond a friend to begin with. childe may have never been yours, but a part of your heart still considered him to be a traitor.
• the person who helped pick your stuff up when you bumped into them. with you being the upcoming successor of a highly esteemed business company, the sight of you rushing to a meeting after sleeping in was embarrassingly undutiful.
• as if your day couldn’t get any worse, you bumped into a stranger along the way, all your files and documents spreading across the pavement like a snowstorm. he initially seemed to carry an impassive look, one that screamed ‘i hate idle chit-chat’, but once diluc saw your face fully?? you swear his eyes perked up in a slight amount of interest.
• one quick apology from both ends later, he helped to pick up all your folders off the ground. and after the situation was all said and done, diluc asked you for your number, his face staying ever-so impassive. and this… just left you shellshocked. him?? the one to initiate romantic advances?? he totally seemed like the unapproachable type. maybe out of your league. but he even called you cute!?!? how even??
• …although, you might’ve gotten your hopes too high up. later that night when you scrambled for the business card diluc scrawled his number on, the dreaded message of ‘number not in use’ popped up on your screen while you sent a quick hi.
• your heart sunk in an instant. one google search of the company written on the business card later, and you found out he was the son of crepus ragvindr, the man who your father left high and dry on a company deal several years ago.
• you seriously thought you had a chance with someone who wouldn’t judge you for your upbringing for once. but, this time round, it looks like you were the one who had gotten fooled once again. why were you involved in your father’s mess?
• the worker at a super suspicious shop you visited. fischl was there, dressed up in a half-magician half-princess get-up, with… somber music in the back. you entered the shop on an absolute whim, just trying to find a present for a friend, and instead? you get a girl trying to predict your death.
• it was oddly captivating, though, and soon enough, you were a regular visitor in this weird shop. you even managed to stick around long enough to meet the second owner, mona!
• fischl would go off on tangents about myths. in particular, shadow familiars. she claimed she had a pet eagle called ‘oz’ that would take form of a vengeful shadow, and would also do anything she asked.
• fischl dropped the act around you soon enough, and even told you her real name. she poured out secrets about her past that not even mona was aware about. fischl’s past was shrouded in more mystery than the mirror ball on her desk, and yet, she described all her tribulations with the crystal clear intent of getting you to understand her.
• as you two got closer, you realised she was just a sheltered girl that needed a friend. that all of this? this store that she set up with her one childhood friend that she had? was a form of escapism. this coping strategy was one that might be looked down upon by many, but was held in such high regard by you. fischl appreciated your presence more than you could ever know.
• and in your point of view? she was initially a stranger you met by pure accident. but now? she was more than that; fischl was someone you hold dear.
• fischl told you once that she lacked the capability to be loved by others. but, as you clutched the crystal bracelet you made for her against your chest, you hoped that fischl would understand that she was loved and cherished.
• the stranger who dropped popcorn all over you in the cinema. you two were in a movie premiere for an adaptation of the saddest novel of all time, and to say the least, you were in absolute shambles.
• sad films nowadays were filled with cliches that weren’t enough to make you cry at all. but this one? this one hit straight in the feels. a refreshing feeling, but crushed your ‘stone-faced bitch that refuses to cry during sad films’ title.
• and??? the hypothetical waterfall coming out of your eyes seemed to be so strong that it came into real life. a wave of pure salt and buttered popcorn came pouring out from behind you.
• the tearful moment you had was no longer, and turning around, you came face-to-face with a brown haired boy giving you a sheepish smile, holding an empty popcorn box. the white-haired friend next to him, panicked beyond belief, apologised on his behalf, but the damage has already been done.
• the cinema workers seemed to go heavy-handed with the butter machine today, as you were covered in the thing. great. you looked like an absolute mess; how were you going to recover from this moment socially?
• gorou came down to your row and gave a brief introduction, before offering you some tissues and wrapping his jacket around you. he escorted you to the toilets to clean yourself up, making playful jokes here and there.
• it would’ve been the highlight of your day, but it quickly became sour as he spoiled a pivotal part of the movie to you, only further adding to the pain.
• it’s okay though. gorou was cute; you forgave him. and on the condition that you two go out to watch the movie once more - just you two, alone - this encounter was later forgotten.
• the person who was your escape. you were at the countryside temporarily to visit your grandparents for the summer holidays, and you liked to take escapades at nighttime to bask in the chirps of the cicadas.
• you first met hu tao while she was stuffing ‘help me’ and ‘come here at 3am’ notes underneath rocks at the riverbank the kids would stay at. the shock on her face as you caught her in the act is something that still makes you laugh to this day.
• after that, you two kept your nighttime meetings consistent. it would always be during a luminescent moonlight, besides the run-down convenience store that stood just above the river you first met at.
• you never caught each other’s name, but it didn’t matter. all that mattered was the picturesque memories you’d make together: climbing on top of a playground to look at the stars, watching the fish at the river, and you entertaining hu tao’s pranks by acting surprised whenever she snuck up on you.
• though, of course, good things always come to an end. you were just visiting the countryside, so you had no choice but to leave hu tao behind. you keep those memories in your heart, feeling melancholic every time you reminisce on the best summer you’ve ever had.
• hu tao gave you a ghost plushie before you left, telling you to call it ‘boo tao’. and yet, still, as you asked her for her name or any form of contact, she just gave you a smile, one that was unusually sad for her joyful self.
• ‘mysteries make the moment more special, don’t you think?’
• you hoped that the next time you came to visit, hu tao would be sitting there where you first met, welcoming you back with a tight hug and the cheerful smile you loved so much.
• the stranger who got you a stuffed toy from a festival stall. it was one of those absolutely infuriating strength games. you know, the one where you’d have to smack a table super hard with a hammer? yeah. those ones. the neon sign saying ‘strong striker’ was literally mocking you. you were neither strong or a striker from the looks of things. the game absolutely was rigged.
• although you’d probably neglect the toy after the adrenaline from winning it wears off, who cares? whatever! it would fit perfectly in the depths of your closet with the rest of your carnival winnings!
• you were going broke and wasted literal hours on this one game.. you hadn’t even had the chance to try out the cotton candy stall from the other end of the carnival yet! any rational person would’ve stopped right now, but who said you had self control?
• as you were about to hand over your last coins, an unmistakably attractive and muscular stranger stops your hand. he gives you a reassuring smile, before proceeding to look at the game with a challenging glare.
• ‘leave it to me, stranger!’
• …and just like that, the stranger hit the table so hard with the toy hammer that the meter just. went off the scale. the vendor, who was once looking at you with a look of maliciousness due to literally robbing you of all your money, was now awestruck at the sheer power the man holds.
• you felt your heart drop as he claimed the stuffed toy you were so obviously eyeing, but as he looked at you with a satisfied smirk (maybe even a little cocky), he handed it over to you with little-to-no reluctance, before proceeding to return back to the group of friends who were mocking him for showing off so much.
• before he left, though, he asked you to name the stuffed toy ‘itto’, after his name. you did comply to itto’s wish, and instead of rotting in the back of your closet, the toy sits on your bed, reminding you of the both kind (and a little terrifying) stranger who you met on a not-so average saturday night.
• the worker at an arcade you were visiting. you went to the arcade to blow off some steam after a relatively rough day, and decided to give their bowling venue a shot.
• what you didn’t expect, however, was how absolutely shit you’d be at it. a worker took pity on you and decided to put up the side railings so there would be no way you could miss a shot, and somehow?? It still never hit??
• after the 2nd set and an endless amount of disappointment, a worker, clad in the tacky uniform he had to wear, walked up to your station and just... laughed in your face. way to make the day worse, asshole.
• he then proceeded to ask you needed a ramp because of how bad you were at bowling and?? come on?? he knew you were bad; you knew you were bad. but, he could’ve at least tried to be discreet with your lack of bowling abilities??
• the stranger was at least perceptive enough to realise that you weren’t in the mood to entertain his friendly bantering, and even offered to play with you after his shift ended. just to teach you the proper ropes of bowling, of course.
• your day may have had a rough start, but kaeya, as the stranger claimed was his name, was here to pick you back up.
• the library crush. you first saw him while cramming a project of yours; you needed more stable wifi - the mcdonald’s one just wouldn’t cut it anymore - and had to renew your library card to be able to get in.
• and… shit?? since when did librarians get so hot??? you’ve only ever encountered the stereotypical ones. the old, cranky men that would yell at you if you were ever caught speaking a bit too loud.
• soon, these visits of yours became more and more regular. you’d pretend to act like you’re studying, but in reality, you were admiring the librarian that sat so beautifully on the front desk. you often daydreamed, wondering what he would look like if the afternoon glow cascaded against his face.
• you’d constantly sit at the table adjacent to the desk so you could get the best view of him as possible. maybe even occasionally freak out whenever he would smile at the book he was reading because.. he was just so cute??
• you thought you were being slick with your admiration, but apparently not. because one day, as you were ‘reading’ one of the books you just borrowed from him for ‘research’, kazuha approached you with a cheeky remark.
• ’the book is upside-down, you know.’
• that knowing, cunning (and dare you assume, a little flirtatious?) look on his face said it all. he knew your ulterior motive this whole time, and this slip-up of yours just gave you away completely.
• but it didn’t matter, because in the end, you received a kiss on your forehead, a reminder to take care of yourself, and a number scrawled on a sticky note on the book you borrowed.
• you may have just landed yourself a prince in the kingdom of literature <3
• the stranger who you dubbed as the ‘vending machine rager’. you know those compilations of those 12 yr olds screaming at their xbox on youtube? yeah. that was scaramouche, but with a can of cola instead.
• you’ve never seen someone take canned drinks so… seriously before??? it was. questionable. from afar, it looked like a child baby-raging at a vending machine for not giving them their soft drink.
• this thought of yours only intensified when you went closer, and saw that yes, he was kicking the vending machine out of anger. all you wanted was a strawberry calpis from the machine, but instead, you get a boy blocking everyone else from accessing it. poor you.
• eventually, the guy’s rage was no longer humorous to you, and you just felt bad that he was going this far. usually, people would’ve left it alone already and tried a different machine?? but he was still here??
• you purchased the drink directly above his stuck one, and it knocked it down instantly… scaramouche’s 2 hours of suffering was solved within 2 minutes of your presence. boss moment.
• you handed his drink to him with a smile; he gave you a disgruntled expression. not even a thank you in return. how rude. but this is a story you tell your friends often, just to lighten the mood. after all, what's funnier than an xbox kid personified in the flesh?
• the stranger who re-enacted a drama scene with you. there was a venue opened up for a drama that was trending at the time, and the workers were handing out props and other merchandise that was featured in the show.
• you were out of money, but there was still this trinket that you wanted to buy. the friend who you came with offered to get it for you, on the condition that you shout out one of the most famous lines, all in an attempt to embarrass you, of course.
• with absolutely no shame, you yelled, ‘why do you look at me like that?’
• what you didn't expect was someone from the other side of the shop to join in with you too, completing the iconic line of the well-known show, ‘how else should i look at you?’
• you two locked eyes, and you were convinced you found your soulmate. after all, no one had looked at you with such a warm expression like that before. the boyish laugh he gave, paired with your faint laughs of amusement, captivated the entire shop.
• from an outsider looking in, you and him looked like you knew each other all your life; like you were destined to be together. you later approached thoma, making light conversation to get to know this enigmatic stranger a bit more.
• but he revealed to you that he was enlisted in the army, and was due to resume training in a week or so. any opportunities for a relationship, let alone a friendship, were completely eliminated.
• thoma settled on taking a picture together, where you and him were holding hands, backs facing towards the camera. it remains as your lockscreen to this day. you’d visit the spot once every full moon, in hopes for looking for the boy of ‘what could have been’, called thoma.
• the busker who everyone was ignoring. the city was crowded and bustling in a way it never had before, but for some reason, even in the sea of people, venti managed to shine and stand out from the crowd.
• that day, you were in a rush to chase up a replacement for a kettle you owned, but as soon as you saw him pouring his heart and soul out into his performances, only for people to not even bat an eye in his direction?? what??
• you had placed to be, but you guess they could wait. and, the smile venti gave you as he noticed you watching his performance attentively, made it all worth it. the conversation you two had afterwards is one that you hold dearly, and you swore to yourself you would help him in any way you could.
• he would be there every tuesdays and wednesdays, always at the same time too: 2pm. and so without fail, you’d show up, 5 minutes early, watching him set up his instruments and the speakers so skillfully.
• venti loved having you around. little did you know, he would’ve given up had you not noticed him and supported him since that day.
• you knew diamond in a rough when you see it, and turns out, a man working in a scouting agency thought so too. you saw him giving venti a card one day, and the next, venti was no longer on the designated spot where he would play his songs.
• he was a shimmering star in the sea of talents, and you were there to watch him grow, right from the beginning. a star is nothing without the support from you, his fuel and fire, to shine.
• you smile in absolute glee whenever you see venti and his recent albums being advertised on the billboards across your city. you hoped he still remembered who you were; his first fan, the first person to see his potential to hit it big.
• but it was okay if he didn’t. you’d support him anyways.
• the stranger who kept going for free food samples at the food stall you worked at. she’d appear like, 10 minutes apart from each visit, each time with a half-assed disguise. even the little kid who refused to leave you alone noticed her after a while??
• you weren’t allowed to give out more than 3 portions at once of the sliced chili steak you were handing out, but she was on her 15th sample… oh goodness. you’re getting in trouble, alright.
• you knew you had to stop xiangling’s madness soon, or else you’re getting fired, but as she comes up to you with a fake moustache from the $2 dollar store, an obviously fake deep voice, paired up with an equally cute laugh at the end that gave away her disguise? who were you to decline?
• she kept coming until the end of your shift, using obviously fake names such as ‘bartholomew’ or ‘margaret’... it honestly impressed you on how much costumes and disguises she owned. she probably prepared this in advance.
• after that incident, you were never placed in the food station again. a co-worker ratted you out for having favouritism between customers, but who could blame you? she was so cute.
• chances are, she found another food place to harass for free samples. good on her. who knows? maybe you’ll encounter her again during one of your mall adventures. who knows. <3
• the airport crush. it was a dull morning, and you were preparing yourself for the jet-lag that was undoubtedly going to occur. and then, in the sunlight, you see the prettiest stranger you’ve ever seen in your life.
• you thought that would be it. that after the quick, fleeting eye contact you two made, that you’d never see the man again. it did put a slight ache in your heart.
• then?? he was literally on the same flight and everything?? this is your chance?? but you were wayyy too shy and couldn’t gather up enough gall to approach him and ask for his number. the guy had a certain air about him, one that seemed unapproachable, as if he was a deity that you could do nothing besides stare upon.
• you tried every method beside approaching him, though. you got so desperate that you even tried to airdrop people, asking if they know (or are) the guy in seat 365. however, it was all futile. you were unaware that the guy didn’t even own an iphone.
• and finally, as you two, by some miracle, end up leaving at the same terminal once more, you mustered up enough courage to approach him.
• but with his response of a quick ‘i’m in a rush; you’re wasting my time’, all your fantasies of ever seeing the fleeting airport crush once more were crushed beyond comprehension.
• nowadays, whenever you see a similar shade of green hair, you hide and revert your gaze as quick as possible. that nauseating feeling whenever you think of that day was too much for you to handle.
• your stupid friend’s legal advisor who they were crushing on massively. your friend got into some massive legal trouble after knocking down an entire aisle of precious antiques at a pawn shop, and now here you two are.
• you initially refused to play any part in this, but they did absolutely everything to persuade you to come with them because, in verbatim, ‘my lawyer is the prettiest person ever!!’
• they even sent you the whole ‘ohh lawrd im goin to jail my lawyers hot’ when they first met up with yanfei. put a leash on your friend so they don’t go and jump on her please <3
• they did end up convincing you to go, eventually. it was on the condition that they’ll go out and take you out to a restaurant you’ve always been wanting to try.
• but as soon as you saw the lawyer in question, sitting on her desk with a sense of maturity that you could never imagine having, even though you were most likely the same age??
• oops. looks like you fell for the legal advisor too. good luck to you :)
• that fluttering in your chest only seemed to increase as she sent you a warm smile, obviously well aware that you were forced here. yanfei even offered you her candy jar to keep yourself entertained as she talks business with your friend.
• you two wouldn’t be just strangers for long, and you both knew it.
• the coffee shop stranger. you’ve imagined this scenario plenty of times before, actually. it’ll be a cute moment: you’ll forget your wallet at home, and the cute guy behind you will offer to pay for it in full, asking for nothing besides your number in exchange.
• ohhhh nope!! how wrong you were!!! as the man in front of you, clad in a crisp suit, sheepishly turns around, (all the while a disgruntled worker who was definitely not getting paid enough for this sighs in the back) asks if you had any spare change??
• you wanted to curse the universe for this. what have you done wrong to deserve such a thing? the opportunity was right there, the stars were all aligned, so what have you done? you thought you’ve been a relatively good person all your life.
• seriously. why were you the one paying for him?? it was meant to be the other way around. what made it even worse was that he ordered the most expensive thing on the menu. the bashful smile that he gave you made your anger dissipate for a second. just a second, though. annddd then you were back to staring holes into the back of head.
• as he hands you his business card, thanking you for your kindness before promptly walking off, you stare in absolute awe. you weren't shocked because of how rushed his thank you was - the only thing in your mind was that he didn’t even give you his number after all that. the fantasy in your head was completely crushed now.
• but as you flipped the card around, your shock increased tenfold. morax co. was scribed perfectly onto the black card??? even a child would know that name. it was one of the most well-known companies around.
• maybe this encounter wasn’t too bad after all.
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포기하고싶어, one last time before i give up
pairing gn!reader x childe, xiao, diluc, thoma, scaramouche
genre angst and definitely no comfort
warnings sfw kiss scene
a/n inspired by "how can i love the heartbreak, you're the one i love" by akmu, diluc's part inspired by aeri's "in the rain, i was yours" i miss her :(
childe is on his knees again, and to any outsider it would look just like the day he dramatically asked to be your boyfriend in front of the entirety of liyue harbour. but this time his eyes glimmer and his voice cracks for a different reason. "what about finally being able to go home together?"
his eyes quickly spill over when he realises that no matter what he says, the you he once loved so much was already gone. your head whips around, but you still don't lift your eyes from the ground. "home was you, but what's the point if you're never there for me to return to?"
"i'd tear down the world for you! please!"
a piercing gaze, so achingly familiar, finally locks with his waterfalls of blue.
"i don't need anything more from you."
you're pulled forwards with a jolt, his lips crashing feverishly against yours in a desperate, impulse decision. the familiar sensation of tender affection is conveyed perfectly through his kiss, tears staining your cheeks. you can feel every shaky inhale and exhale, and you would never admit that it's almost heartbreaking to feel his lips quivering, even as they're pressed against yours with such passion. childe is out of breath, but he doesn't pull away, not when his lungs are about to collapse, not when you tug on his collar like you always have to let him know it's time to break away. your hands leave their place on his shoulders and he slackens his fist full of your shirt.
childe knows he could force you into love again, but he chooses to loosen his grip. maybe one day he'll regret being too weak to make you stay, but love is the one game he's willing to lose if it means he can see you happy. even if it's with someone else.
"그때 알게 되었어
난 널 떠날 수 없단 걸
우리 사이에 그 어떤 힘든 일도
이별보단 버틸 수 있는 것들이었죠"
"i knew just then that i couldn't leave you
no matter how many problems we face
they're easier to withstand than breaking up"
xiao stays silent throughout your outburst, but he can't seem to control the hand that reaches out to grab your wrist as you walk away. there's surprise written all over your expression when you turn to face him, and he wonders why you're so shocked that he doesn't want you to leave. did he always make you feel this unwanted? this unloved? maybe you are better off without the burden of his companionship, but there's a stupid stubborn human emotion engulfing his logical senses, and he doesn't understand.
never in his immortal lifetime would he imagine himself clinging to a mortal in such a pathetic, worthless way. he should be disappointed in himself, yet xiao can't bring himself to release his grip on you. he doesn't know why he's so desperate, and he doesn't know why you aren't pushing him away yet.
he doesn't even want to say he loves you. there's no reason to, he thinks, especially when you aren't going to say it first. but the words slip from his tongue anyways, because there are screams that reverberate in his mind, loud voices that taunt him for allowing another loved one leave- mocking him for ever believing fate would be kind enough to let him trust another, that a pure human being like you would ever fall in love with a corrupted, tainted soul like him.
in the distance, there echoes melancholic sigh of the dihua flute. the wind carries the same tune as all those eons ago, and as he closes his eyes, xiao relives the foolish hope of his old friends' dreams, their dreams of a sweeter life, of escaping a yaksha's karmic nightmare. and then he thinks of you, but his mind doesn't drift to your wishes; it tugs at his own selfish desires instead.
he prays to rex lapis that you'll call his name once more before your life comes to an end. and before xiao lets you go, he murmurs a broken "i love you" to seemingly no one, his voice so low it could almost be mistaken for the wind.
"그때 알게 되었어
난 더 갈 수 없단 걸
한 발 한 발 이별에 가까워질수록
너와 맞잡은 손이 사라지는 것 같죠"
"i realised just then i can no longer go on
every step brings us closer to our breakup
your hand i used to hold seems to vanish"
diluc doesn't meet your eyes. it's out of respect, he tells himself. but if he's being honest, he knows it'd be impossible to keep up his composure any other way.
he looks at the box cradled in your arms. he notices everything- from how you have to readjust your position every few seconds, to the white of your knuckles from a tightening grip. he wants to reach out and help you like he always has- he wants to open the door, to lift the weight off your shoulders, to take all your troubles into his own hands.
trembling hands reach out and clasp your palms. he searches your eyes for any remaining trace of empathy, but there is none. you're standing here, skin on skin, hand in hand, but you're already gone. you left long ago; from the bed at night, from the kitchen in the mornings, from the dinner table, from the tavern in the evenings to pay him a visit and plant a kiss on his cheek. what a fool he was for not noticing earlier.
diluc watches as your eyes wander to a place beyond the horizon. you look hopeful, and maybe he won't argue back for once... because this time, you genuinely look happier without him. perhaps he was only holding you back all this time.
your silhouette dissolves into just another shadow that coats the dawn landscape. sunlight dapples across the foliage of dawn winery, and diluc knows this will be one of the two most stunning memories he'll ever have of you.
he wonders if you planned your departure on purpose. it seems that you've forgotten; it was under the first light of dawn that you asked him to be yours and only yours.
"일부러 몇 발자국 물러나
내가 없이 혼자 걷는 널 바라본다
옆자리 허전한 너의 풍경"
"i purposefully take a few steps back
i look at you walking without me
there is a void beside you"
thoma is shameless, and has always been. you've never once seen him angry, and he won't let his aching heart change that- his eyes stay kind, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes, and he knows. there's a little part of him that hopes his no doubt crestfallen face would be enough to convince you to stay. you'd called that expression cute before, endearing, even- yet now even as his eyes brim with unshed tears, there's no trace of compassion or affection in your voice.
"please? y/n?" he sounds desperate, needy, clingy, even, but he has absolutely nothing to lose; there is nothing in this world more precious to thoma than you. he reaches out to clasp your hands in his, squeezing tightly as if that will convey all the words that are now stuck in his throat.
"i can fix this, please, let me."
the sun is setting behind you on ritou, the glimmer of the ocean reflecting in your captivating eyes, and he's reminded of the first day on which he met you. the gentle breeze, the way your hair ruffles with each gust and your gaze, trained on the sunset, staring into the horizon. rosy cheeks turn into a flustered smile, and thoma mirrors the action by rubbing the back of his neck shyly.
if he could, he'd go back and capture you all over again. except he'd do better this time. he'd fix himself and try to fix you, too. because after all this time, he knows you're lying when you say you will be happier like this, better off alone.
"i love you too", thoma whispers, before feeling his heart shatter at the realisation that there is no "too", there is only "i love you", and that is how it will always be.
"어떻게 내가 어떻게 너를
이후에 우리 바다처럼 깊은 사랑이
다 마를 때까지 기다리는 게 이별일 텐데"
"how could i love you
as deep as the ocean
waiting until it dries would be our farewell"
scaramouche isn’t used to being unable to get what he wants, or not having his desires in arm's reach. he can't recall a day on which you aren't attached at the hip, despite the grumbles and scoffs that just can't push you away. he's always had you wrapped around his finger; a hand on the small of your back, his fingers circling your wrist, an arm snaking around your waist.
yet now, even as you stand a few meters apart, there's never been this much distance between the two of you. the deafening silence stretches out for miles on either end, an expanse of regret, quicksand that threatens to pull you both under if there is even an attempt to struggle against the strings of fate.
"i didn't love you anyways."
it's pathetic, the way you believed the words he now tries to convince himself were lies. you turn around with a pitiful smile, and it sparks an inexplicable anger in him- he doesn't want your pity.
so what does he want?
his words are sharp and unforgiving, glinting maliciously as he threatens you. scaramouche hates you, he really does. he hates you for turning him into someone even close to human. he hates you for making him experience emotions like pain- like heartbreak, heartache, and worst of all, love.
and he hates you for leaving. because even if he says he doesn't need anyone, even if he's long convinced himself he's above all these mundane feelings- there's a still sliver of hope that yearns for companionship, for someone to truly want him for who he was before he was thrown away.
어떻게 이별까지 사랑하겠어
널 사랑하는 거지
사랑이라는 이유로 서로를 포기하고
"how can i love the heartbreak
when you're the one i love
i can't give up on us"
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𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚?!
pairings: kaeya, thoma, & childe x afab!gn!reader
summary: you left your bra with him... oops
warnings/content: suggestive content. implied sex but no actual descriptions of it
a/n: some are shorter than others bc i got a lil carried away with kaeya's hehe. also i might make a part two if anyone wants it
he was never the type of person to deny any of your advances towards him, especially in the comfort his own office. why bother with boring paperwork when you're oh so desperately trying to gain his attention?
but today you were in more of a hurry than usual, having promised lisa that you'd help out in the library, it would look bad to show up late with your cheeks ablaze and hair a mess. "are you sure you can't stay longer, darling?" kaeya continued his sensual kisses up your shoulder, until he met the base of your neck. "mm, can't." you were still breathless from your previous activities. regaining your composure was somehow out of the question. kaeya sighs, pressing a final farewell kiss to your soft lips. "a shame. i'll see you later tonight then."
kaeya was such a tease most of the time. leaving lingering kisses in public, slipping his hands to places they shouldn't be — so why not take the liberty of teasing him back? it wouldn't be so bad to just leave your bra laying around his office floor, would it?
you glance once more at the bra not so strategically placed just barely under his desk before leaving the room. "suppose this paperwork won't do itself." kaeya mutters to himself. not even 30 minutes later, jean walks in with a new stack of folders, waiting to be signed and reviewed. kaeya glances up. "oh, wonderful." the sarcasm dripping from his tongue was not appreciated by the acting grand master.
"don't worry, they aren't due until the end of the week. you'll have plenty of time." jean sighs, dropping the stack right onto his desk. "how are the folders from last week? almost finished."
"i am so glad you asked. i even wrapped a little bow on it for you." kaeya slyly winked before shuffling around inside his desk. while waiting for kaeya to find his papers, jeans eyes wandered around his office. looking at old books she doubts he's read, old pictures of him and his brother, and oh — a bra?!
jean's face turns crimson she can't even try hiding. her eyes snap strictly to her feet, avoiding everything at all costs. "aha! found them. here you are– master jean?" the normally calm and collected knight has now lost all of her professionalism. the shade of her face has turned almost as bright as master diluc's hair.
"i, uh." jean clears her throat, trying to stop her voice from becoming too high pitched. "yes, t-thank you, kaeya. and please," she does a sharp 180 before daring to finish her sentence. "clean your office one in awhile."
jean was out of the room faster than kaeya could blink. is my office truly that untidy? he looked around, and was about to call noelle to clean up a bit before his icy eyes fell onto the perpetrator.
how cute of you to leave behind a little black lacy bra. kaeya wasn't mad. how could he be? instead of putting it away to hand back to you later, kaeya places it onto his desk, for anyone who dares to enter to see.
hopefully it wasn't your favorite bra, because you weren't getting it back.
laundry around the kamisato estate somehow never tends to get finished. as soon as thoma finishes one load, another pile of dry, lovely smelling clothes are just waiting to be folded and stuffed away.
today however, you've found a way to distract thoma from his duties for just a short while. making out with the kamisato housekeeper in the laundry room wasn't exactly the most classy thing to be doing, but that's alright. everyone needs a break from time to time, right?
"i really shouldn't–" thoma's breathless panting was doing nothing to help his case. "be slacking off–" his words weren't agreeing with his actions. thoma's hair was tangled into your hair, weaving every which way. your top was half way down your body and his shirt was completely disregarded onto the floor.
you placed one finale kiss onto his neck before sighing. "i suppose i shouldn't keep you too long. i'll see you later, after dinner then." you winked at your lover before fixing your top and leaving him bewildered. that's the one thing thoma loved about you, the excitement and rush that came from being with you.
thoma shakes, quickly fixing his clothing before leaving the laundry room closet that you two were cramped into. it was unfortunate thoma didn't notice your pretty pink bra that was carelessly discarded on the floor. pushing away the events from just moments before, thoma continues his ironing of fabrics and kimonos, preparing them for the next day.
the sound of the sliding door almost didn't catch thoma's attention. in walked in a fellow groundskeeper who thoma has seen quite a few times around the kamisato household. "oh, hello! are looking for your laundry?" thoma's peppy tone was always sure to put anyone in a great mood.
"in fact i was. but you seem pretty busy, i can always come back... thoma, i think you missed a, uhm, item." the groundskeeper let out an awkward cough, turning his gaze sharply to the ceiling. thoma tilted his head to the side. "a item of clothing?" he looked around the room to see this mysterious item. and oh would you look at that, it was your bra. the pink shade made it look out of place in the room, so easy to find.
thoma's cheeks matched your undergarment. "oh.. um well thank you. i'll have your laundry ready for you later." without another word, the groundskeeper quickly fled the scene. how embarrassing.
there was no way you could have forgotten your bra here, right? thoma quickly swiped the undergarment and shoved it into the hamper.
he was going to have a very, very long talk with you later.
leaving your bra with childe might've been the biggest mistake ever. for childe, this was an absolute field day!
you didn't even mean to leave your bra out on your bed. you were leaving your home in a rush this morning and told yourself you would put it away when you got back.
unfortunately for you, childe had beat you to it. now it's not like this is his first time ever seeing your bra, but putting it on and taking silly pictures with it was all too tempting.
and so of course you had to walk in during the wrong time. entering your room, you were not expecting to see your boyfriend wearing your bra with oranges stuffed into them for the whole effect.
"babe, look! you really have to wear this thing everyday? it's so hard to put on." childe continued checking out his unusual appearance in your mirror.
you mentally face palmed yourself.
"childe, what on earth are you doing?" you sigh, plopping your bag onto the floor. he turned his attention to you with the dorkiest smile on display. "wanted to see what having boobs was like. is that so wrong?"
you roll your eyes at his childishness. but you couldn't help the little smile creeping up on your lips either. "well, i think your boobs would be a lot smaller than that."
childe let out an exaggerated gasp. "you take that back!"
sticking your tongue out at him, you blow a raspberry. and before you could register anything, you were met with a pillow slam to your face.
and just like that, a very intense war of pillows began.
maybe you were just a child at heart too.
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genshin men - headcanons
yo! it’s 怀恩! i’ve recently did my exams so i was very inactive during that period, sorry for anyone waiting. i’ve gotten some requests and i’m currently working on them so please be patient, they will be out soon, okay? thank you for waiting everyone!
i’m going to write about the genshin men’s, one from each region, headcanons. it’s been inspired by another user whom i forgotten the name so please do leave in the comments if you know the user, thank you!
(leah, you don’t like me just stay quiet, WHY HAVE TO EMAIL TO MY COMPANY (tell my mom) TO MAKE ME LOSE MY JOB?!!?!?!? CCB)
characters used: thoma, childe, zhongli, kaeya x gn!reader (modern au)
childe i have skyward harp please come home
minors do not interact! 18+ content. nsfw
general: thoma is a friendly and intelligent guy, and he’ll probably be the housekeeper of the relationship, putting his skills to good use. he has the senses of an asian tiger mum, knowing when’s the next sale gonna be, waking up from a deep sleep cause he knows you are sneaking around in the kitchen eating all the junk food and is probably an expert bargainer. (basically he’s my grandma but male and hotter)
love language: acts of service. making the most delicious dinner a human ever served that even gordon ramsey would be put to shame just for you to eat. would probably grow flowers in the garden, cut a few heads off and tie them into a bouquet and give them to you and will not hesitate to cut off his homies if they even say a bad word about you, because he’s as loyal as a dog.
kinks and thoughts about sex: i have a slight feeling he likes being the sub. put him in a dog collar and degrade him as he tries to get up on you. i feel that he would like it. grab on his nuts and squeeze them as tight as you can as you lick his sticky tip. he’s the most submissive and breedable person in genshin after all.
general: also malewife but a bit more powerhungry and aggressive. ￼he’ll cook you a delectable breakfast of fluffy pancakes drenched in maple syrup, topped with berries and cream. but he would force feed you if you don’t finish saying how hard he worked to make it for you. another example is probably tucking you into bed and telling you stories about his war crimes and telling you to go to sleep if not he will do exactly the things he said to you in those stories if you don’t (he doesn’t mean it). overall, he’s not the brightest guy but he’s definitely a superb husband.
love language: gifts. he’s probably not gonna see you all the time due to his job so to make up for his absence, gifts are often his go-to. want that $1,000,000 necklace? alright. that new jacket that just came out one minute ago from chanel? okay. a pair of sunglasses that kkw wore and now it’s super popular? that’s fine! you get the drill, he’ll spoil you rotten ＿|￣|○
kinks and thoughts about sex: a tease and flirt in bed, would call you silly names as he breaks your back. he’s not one to be submissive but if you really want him to do it, he’ll become a bottom in the scene ONCE in a while.. but lemme just point it out he has the body of a white dilf. im not lying, im mihoyo.
general: 2nd geo daddy (no. 1 is itto obviously..). he’s broke and probably a pain to be with since every time you guys go on a date, your bank would call you asking if your credit card has been stolen because the amount of money inside has more than halved. but he’s hot and intelligent so it’s not THAT much of a pain. he’s knowledgeable and knows the history behind many things, but he’s definitely the one who believes in the saying ignorance is bliss, because of… well, something.
love language: quality time. shopping, talking (therapy sessions), eating, walking, etc. he would do anything to spend more time with you, just to kinda remember. he misses you the moment you stay two metres away from him. but you can’t really blame him, he just knows the moment you go on, he still wants to dwell on the once joyous moments you guys had together. (i’m making zhongli’s headcanons sad, sorry)
kinks and thoughts about sex: (maybe) breeding kink but we aren’t elaborating on that. another kink i think he might have is a servant kink, where his significant other acts like a little servant to him and he feels in power. he not one to say he likes being the dom but in his time as an archon, i don’t think he would become so subservient so quickly.
general: he’s like childe but 10x on the romance. he’s probably not very good at cooking or cleaning, but is in romantic gestures and expressing his feelings for you. he is a pretty flirty guy with an openness for endless conversations with you but he’s one to make you feel distant without him realising, since he keeps his past well locked away from even the closest people he knows.
love language: ￼words of affirmation. kaeya is probably one who has flirted with the entirety of teyvat, but he promises that you are the only one he truly loves. hearing those words coming from he himself would probably give you and him both reassurance to the relationship.
kinks and thoughts about sex: can i say he’s a sex god without saying he is a sex god? it’s obvious he has done it numerous times with many different people, but this time would be the only time he’s ever done it with passion and true love. he probably loves it when your body spasms at his every touch and he probably has an overstimulation kink. he loves it when he sees you shocked out of pleasure, with sticky white liquid pouring out of your slutty little hole.
HI IM SO SORRY!! i’ve recently been neglecting this acc and the people following and requesting for new stories due to exams and my recent spine surgery. i hope you guys aren’t mad 😭 im so sorry thank for being patient with me!!!
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GENSHIN HIGH: FINAL CHAPTER | toa
someone requested me a temporary pt 2 of genshin high (i hope you see this anon) thank you for the support! i already made it but i accidentally deleted it after posting (im dumb af, made me cri). i'm just going to write it again lmao i really worked hard on that one too TT
cw: NSFW (18+), [mean] childe, scaramouche, xiao, thoma x you (not separate), group sex, zhongli x you (xtra; no penetration), degradation, dacryphilia, name calling, overstim (receiving), slight urophilia, anal, creampie, unprotected sex, full on filth, minors dni
wordcount: 5,092 (the main story; not proofread)
if you want more context, here's the link! genshin high masterlist
"Scaramouche" Childe pulled him inside the locker's room
Scaramouche was just about to go to the cafeteria towards you.
"Hey!!" Scaramouche exclaimed as he got dragged in inside the room. He saw Xiao and Thoma there too.
"We need to talk"
It was lunch time. Since the four are your groupmates, you always eat together at lunch. This time nobody came, you were alone. Lunch time was almost over too.
"What the hell?" You muttered to yourself, this has never happened before so you got worried and immediately messaged your group chat
You see Albedo, Sucrose and Timaeus walking so you stop them and ask "Have you seen Childe and the others?" it was obvious who you were talking about. Ever since the group project started you five were inseparable.
"Sorry y/n, I haven't seen them" Sucrose answered shyly while Timaeus shakes his head no.
"I actu—" before Albedo could finish, someone interrupted, Signora and Dottore.
Not suprisingly, Dottore was a year below you, he's been held back.
"They're in the men's locker room" Signora said "Missing your lackeys?"
"They probably got sick of you" Dottore snorted and Signora laughed with him. You paid them no attention, they're always like this.
"Alright, thanks" You answer, you really have no time for them. Atleast you weren't worried anymore knowing they're safe.
Mr. Zhongli, what a dream. It was his subject after lunch and after his subject, it's the end of the school. Surprisingly, the boys aren't here in this class.
You were having perverted thoughts about Mr. Zhongli again but it felt different not having Childe smack you on the back of your head.
While daydreaming, your phone vibrated. It was a private message from Scaramouche saying to meet them at Childe's house.
"They cut school?" You mutter under your breath "Bastards didn't even invite me"
"Ms. y/n, have something to share?" Zhongli stared at you intensely while walking towards you. You quickly hide your phone. While you're sitting down, he stared down at you.
"N-Nothing" for some reason you felt super nervous, the way he's staring at you was so intense you feel like melting. Everybody was busy with their own little worlds so Zhongli had all the time to look down on you.
"Meet me after class" He said. After weeks of hinting at you, he finally said it himself. It's going to happen again.
Surely the boys won't mind if you were to be late for a little bit. This IS Mr. Zhongli, you have to go.
You've been knocking and waiting in front of Zhongli's door for the past five minutes but nobody is answering. There are faint noises but you can't quite make something out of it.
You felt so giddy and excited that you fix yourself up and made sure you smelled good. But it was taking too long for you, just when you decide to leave, the door opened.
A girl from the other class came out, ignoring you as she runs down the hallway with a red face.
"Um, good afternoon Mr. Zhongli" You bowed a little bit, your head turning towards the girl that just ran out.
"Please, come in" Zhongli opened the door widely for you. You walk in and you hear the door get immediately locked. You gulp, feeling excited, but the girl from earlier bothered you a little.
Zhongli went towards his desk and grabbed something; his phone. You walk carefully towards him, bowing on the right angle so he could see your cleavage.
In the most seductive way possible you said "Mr. Zhongli, are you having other girls here?"
"How is that your business?" He was paying no attention to you or to your flirtiness towards him. Instead, he was doing something on his phone.
You clear your throat, maybe you had the wrong idea, maybe he didn't invite you in his office to do something sexual "Mr. Zhongli, why did you call for me?" you said this in a serious tone, unlike before which felt embarrassing for you.
He showed his phone to you and played a video "Can you tell me what this is?"
Your eyes widen, you moved back a little. All your excitement from earlier turned into nervousness and fear "H-How did you—?"
Then it hit you. You saw Mr. Zhongli in the hallway that day. Was he there because he took a video of you?
"You and Mr. Albedo, in the laboratory, can you tell me what you two were doing?" Zhongli's face was serious. You know Zhongli is strict, he might play with you in his office but who know what he'll do with this video.
"Mr. Zhongli, I— me and Albedo were —" You were so nervous you couldn't talk. The video was of you and Albedo fucking in the laboratory. You wondered how he got that video, everything was closed.
Or — did the thick curtains slightly move creating a small hole where people can see through? Based from the video, that must be it.
"Whatever you're thinking about, it doesn't matter" He turned the phone off and put it inside of his pocket "I already got the video didn't I?"
You were dumbfounded in front of him. He walked near you, making you sit on the sofa which you did. He sat in front of you.
"It would be troublesome if this got out, especially when graduation is just around the corner" Zhongli sighed stressfully "Most especially to Mr. Albedo here which is a top student"
You furrow your eyebrows. It was a big deal for you too if that got out, not just Albedo.
"Mr. Zhongli, I'm sorry. Please— is there anything I could do?" You were worried, not just about yourself of course, Albedo too "He just asked for help and I—"
You continued to talk non-stop explaining yourself to Mr. Zhongli who remained silent.
He held a finger up "I'll forget about the video if you do what I say"
You gulp. Maybe you were right all along. What Mr. Zhongli doesn't know is that you're completely horny for him. He thought using the video would get you to do what he wants. For you, this was your win, you would do what he wants even if there wasn't any motive.
You can't help but smirk a little "I will"
"Good girl" He said, smiling slightly "Hmm"
You felt lightheaded, thinking of all the things that he might make you do turned you on.
"Strip, right here, right now" He said, pointing from your head to your toe "Everything, take it off"
It was still kind of embarrassing. You did it slowly. You covered yourself before sitting down on the couch again.
"Don't cover" He muttered, pushing his pants just below his buttocks while sitting down. You felt excited, you've never seen his cock before, you hoped that he will make you sit on his lap.
You stop covering yourself, you feel so wet already as you stick your legs together, you feel your slick on your thighs. Zhongli positioned his hand on his dick, holding it but not doing anything yet.
"Spread your legs and touch yourself" He said nonchalantly. You were taken back a bit, you wanted to sit on him but instead he requests this. "What's taking so long?"
"S-Sorry" You slowly touch your own clit, it was awkward at first but eventually you went faster. You started groping your own breasts and playing with your nipples.
You had your eyes closed as you moan. You put a finger inside you and it made you moan even louder. You look at Zhongli and he's pumping on his own dick, pleasuring himself. You bite your lower lip and thought how unfair this situation was. You wanted him so bad but not even your knees are touching.
You hear Zhongli's low grunts as he touch himself while watching you. You try to be more seductive.
"M-Mr. Zhongli.." you moan out his name "P-please Mr. Zhongli— ngh"
"Silence, you whore" He grunted as he went on a faster pace "F-fuck.. come here"
You immediately went over there to sit on his lap but he stopped you "Kneel"
"B-but—" like a little child, you pouted "Please fuck me Mr. Zhongli"
"Only speak when I say you speak" Zhongli said, pushing your head, forcing you to kneel down on the floor while he sits on the couch.
You nodded and held onto his thighs. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head closer to his dick, he slapped his dick on your face multiple times "You're everybody's slut huh? Even the top student? That's how much of a whore you are"
You start licking his massive cock "Y-Yes, Mr. Zhongli, I'm your slut" you grab his dick and start pumping it while it goes in and out of your mouth. He grunts lowly, his grip on your hair tightening.
"H-how about that little group of yours?" He had a hard time talking with you sucking him off "Did you f-fuck them too?"
You don't answer. You close your eyes while you suck the tip of his dick like a lollipop. Zhongli removed his slacks fully, after that you quickly started sucking him off again.
Both his hands were gripping your hair tightly. It hurt on your head as he pushes your head deeply on his cock. You're gagging so much that you already have tears falling from your face.
Zhongli looked at you. Looking down at you with tears on your face turned him on so much more. He stood up and started thrusting in your mouth faster.
"M-Mr— Zhong—" You were crying because of how big his dick was in your mouth. You tried to stop his thrusts by pushing on his thighs but he doesn't stop. Instead, he goes faster.
"Whore, don't do anything until I tell you to" he kept his dick in your mouth, you feel it in your throat. He grunts everytime he thrusts, it was a signal that he was about to cum "Ngh"
You felt like vomiting after he thrusted his cock deep in your mouth then removed it. He positioned his dick on your face then came. His cum and your tears mixing together in your red face. He let your hair go, letting you fall on the floor.
You were a mess because of him and he liked seeing that. He pulled his pants up "No pleasuring for you, you little slut"
You were breathing so heavily that you couldn't even move. He looked down at you, just like he always does then smiled.
After fixing yourself up completely in the girl's bathroom, you walked towards Childe's house. You felt annoyed that you didn't even felt pleasure aside from you touching yourself which was a different story. Mr. Zhongli is a monster.
It was unfair, now you want to feel pleasured. You hope he keeps his word about the video though. In the end, it wasn't your win at all.
"Late as usual" Scaramouche sighed as you walk inside Childe's room. Childe, Xiao and Thoma looked at you, surprised.
They were all drinking together.
"What is she doing here?" Xiao said as he takes a shot, not even batting an eye on you
"Scaramouche, did you invite her?" Thoma said with a very serious face
The scene you were seeing felt surreal. Xiao drinking at his own will, Thoma not smiling at you and Childe, who was silent as he drinks.
"Didn't I tell you guys?" Scaramouche raised an eyebrow "My bad then"
"We were still discussing about it" Xiao rolled his eyes
"What's happening? Why did you cut classes?" You asked them all the questions you had before meeting with Mr. Zhongli earlier "I had to eat alone at lunch you know, Signora and Dottore made fun of me" you joked but nobody dared to answer you.
They were ignoring you, except for Scaramouche which was surprising.
"You see, these losers were drinking because you played us all" Scaramouche told you with a laugh "You're a whore but I knew that, they didn't"
"What do you mean?" You said with a nervous laugh, you were confused, there was no way they could've found out but then again, you were always so risky in places.
"Don't fool with us" Xiao stood up and walked near you making you back up "You know what we're talking about" he slammed his fist on the wall beside you. You were pinned on the wall.
You shrugged a little, this was unlike the timid Xiao you knew. Childe finally stood up and talked.
"Didn't know you loved banging so much that you had to do it with four guys" he said with a smirk. You gulp at his words, unable to move because of Xiao.
"We're doing this now?" Thoma looked at all of you who were standing.
"I proposed something to them you know" Scaramouche laughed, you were almost scared by this "A punishment and everybody agreed"
"Yeah" Thoma said, looking down "We're in"
"G-Guys?" You call out as they go near you, you feel nervous while they all walk closer and closer to you "Can someone explain? Sacaramouche?"
"Like I said, a punishment, what more do you want?" He smirked taking his shirt off, he fixed his hair after which made him look hot.
From what Zhongli did to you earlier, this situation was making you feel excited.
"You're a slut, you must be enjoying this" Scaramouche snorted pulling you from Xiao. He started groping your breasts "Does it excite you?"
You release low moans "S-stop—" you say that but your down there says otherwise. You feel extremely wet being cornered by four hot men. You were longing for something. Something that Zhongli never gave to you and this might be it.
Scaramouche gripped your face, making you turn to him, he kissed you roughly. He quickly inserted his tongue while he strips you off of your clothing.
The other three were just watching as Scaramouche makes you moan loudly. Childe was already erect but Thoma and Xiao are still grasping the situation.
"Fuck!" Childe exclaimed as he walked behind you, he played with your breasts while Scaramouche takes your clothes off "We're going to break you" he whispered this into your ear
"C-Childe" You muttered, feeling embarrassed. He twisted your nipples, rubbing it in circles from behind you. You feel his erect dick on your butt. You are now fully naked because of Scaramouche.
While Childe plays with your tits, Scaramouche held your other leg up, showing everybody your wet pussy.
"So wet already?" Scaramouche smirked while kneeling down. He started touching your clit "You're so wet.. Did something happen earlier?"
You were breathing heavily so you couldn't answer. Scaramouche immediately stick two finger in you which made you scream loudly.
"Answer me" Scaramouche ordered. Thoma and Xiao were blushing, not acknowledging the fact they're already erect.
You whimpered "N-N-no.." you clenched your teeth to prevent yourself from moaning any louder than you did earlier
"She's lying" Thoma said as he grabs your underwear, your slick from earlier was there but some part of it was already dry "You dare mess with us again" Thoma sighed walking close to you.
Your mouth was open as Scaramouche stick his two fingers up and down in you. "Liar"
Thoma grabbed your chin then kissed you. You moaned from under his lips. His let his tongue wonder inside your mouth. Thoma started unbuckling his belt, not containing his feelings anymore as he lowly grunts.
Xiao was too shy to get in the action but he wanted to. Instead, he took his pants and shirt off and started touching himself while watching the other three men make you dumb because of their touches.
"You lied?" Childe whispered, you feel his heavy breaths on your ear as he grinds himself from behind, he gripped your neck while doing so "Don't lie"
You gag as he choked you making your head bend on his shoulders. His grope on your chest tightened.
"I said answer us" Scaramouche sighed as he sticked another finger in your pussy hole. Your eyes widen and you scream, making Thoma back away from the kiss
"S-stop Scaramo—uche" You gagged. Three fingers was too much, he was going at a fast pace too
"Not answering?" Scaramouche smirked "Come here, Xiao"
While Xiao walk towards all of you, your breasts and neck felt empty. Childe backed away a little to strip naked while Thoma did the same, stroking their own dicks in the process.
"Get behind her" Scaramouche ordered Xiao and he did exactly what was told to him "Insert your finger on her asshole, if she doesn't answer again, add another"
Xiao was quite hesitant at first but Scaramouche widened his eyes, he got a little bit scared so you feel your asshole being penetrated.
You scream, this was the first time someone touched that part of you "X-Xiao— please no"
Childe started rubbing his dick on the side of your hips "Just answer so we could get started for real" his eyes were full of lust. You feel your side get slightly wet because of his pre cum.
Scaramouche never stopped moving his hands, this time Xiao did the same. You feel so full with just their fingers, you couldn't help but moan, your face was undescribable at this point. You were going crazy.
"We're asking again, alright?" Thoma asked, trying to be as sweet as possible as he kiss your lips softly from time to time while he gropes your other breast "Be honest, okay?"
You clenched both your holes down there as you collect your energy to nod
"Why were you late?" Scaramouche turned the question into a different one
"M-Mr.—" You were nearly out of energy. You felt like falling but Childe and Thoma held you up so Scaramouche and Xiao could continue what they were doing "Mr. Zhongli—" you moaned because Childe just started to rub your clit.
"What about him?" Xiao asked, he added another finger in your hole. Scaramouche smirked after realizing what Xiao had done
"You're not such a loser after all" Scaramouche snorted
Without anything wet to prepare your asshole earlier, you were feeling sore
"M-Mr. Zhongli asked for me" You grunted, preventing yourself to moan again so you could speak "H-He did — something..."
"Just say everything" Childe leaned in your ears to whisper. He started nibbling and biting.
"He made me — suck his cock" You said, everybody seemed to shrug and had their brows furrowed. Suddenly, everyone got even rougher with you. Xiao inserted another finger which means there was three fingers in your dry asshole and three fingers in your pussy, your slick flowing down on your thighs and on Scaramouche's arm. Childe still had his cock on your side hip, pinching your nipples at the same time. Thoma put two fingers in your mouth, making you suck it as he stroke and rub his own dick "S—stop please.. 's t'much"
You were gagging and screaming on Thoma's fingers "I'm cumming! Cumming!!! Ngh" you squirmed but they held you tightly in place as they continue. Because it was becoming too much, instead of feeling like cumming, you felt like peeing "S-stop!! Please stop!! I-I'm! I'm—!!!"
You screamed and released your pee, along with your slick, it flowed down on your thighs, floor and on Scaramouche's arm, even Xiao's. Everybody stopped and backed away from you.
Your knees were as soft as jelly so you fall from the ground; sitting down with legs spread, you had no energy to move. All your slick trickled on the ground and to your thighs. It was all over you. You were breathing hard as saliva drips from your mouth. You felt your pee ooze on your legs as your vagina lets out drips of pee.
"You ARE a slut" Xiao muttered, pointing at your weak body beneath him, with his cock standing up.
Scaramouche licked his fingers "Yeah, she's a nympho"
"Obviously, we're not done yet" Childe said, waving his erect dick around so you could see that he still wasn't done with your body
"I need more" Thoma whispered, he carried you and tossed you to the bed slightly, crawling on top of you
"Hey hey! You don't do things around here" Scaramouche jogged towards the bed and positioned himself from above your mouth
"Fuck off" Thoma's face was serious, he was so horny that he couldn't take it anymore. He spread your legs and inserted his dick in your pussy, not even bothering to pause, he moved at a fast pace "Why are you still tight? I'm sorry y/n— I just can't .. ngh"
Childe and Xiao followed. They positioned themselves from beside you. You used both hands to rub their dicks.
"Fuck yes" Childe muttered, he held your hand on his cock and moved it faster while Xiao moans on the other side.
"I-I want all of it" you were beginning to lose your mind, succumbing to the deep lust inside of you "Please give t-them all to me"
"Hussy" Scaramouche said before inserting his dick in your mouth, he immediately thrusted it deep, you feel the tip of his dick on your throat, making your saliva flow out of your mouth. He didn't move yet but tears fell from your eyes. You were kind of moving because of Thoma who continued to thrust his dick in your pussy so Scaramouche let out low grunts feeling vibrations from your mouth.
"Y/N!" Thoma let his moans out, arching his back with every thrust he makes "I-I love fucking you"
Childe and Xiao played with your tits as you stroke their dicks, you feel their pre cum leak on your arms
Scaramouche started moving in and out of your mouth, closing his eyes. He grabbed a spoonful of your hair which made your body bend upwards a little. He moved your head so forcefully. With every thrust he makes, a tear falls from your eyes. Scaramouche tried his hardest to keep his eyes open just to see your face while he's fucking your tiny little mouth. Making you dumb on his dick.
"Move" Xiao muttered as he positioned his dick on the side of your mouth, clearly making Scaramouche leave
"Fuck — off" Scaramouche said with a grunt, still thrusting in your mouth
You stop rubbing Childe's dick. Instead, you grab both Scaramouche's and Xiao's cock, licking their tips.
Scaramouche was against this idea, he was just starting to have fun. But your licks on his peehole made him crazy that he froze.
"Fuck" Thoma muttered, getting rougher by the second "I'm going to cum inside you"
"Not fair" Childe said, not getting anything out of all this so he moved from the other side
"Cock—" you've officially lost it, you want all of them, their cocks on your body; wherever "More.. ngh"
Scaramouche stroked your hair gently, also wiping the sweat on your forehead. Xiao was the weakest out of everyone, the first time he had sex was with you so he didn't have enough experience.
Xiao wanted you to feel good with his touch so he groped your breasts, doing his best to make you feel good.
"Thoma get the fuck out" Childe said stroking himself
"I-I'm close so fuck off" Thoma grunted, he was balls deep inside you, stretching your pussy as much as he can.
You suck both Xiao's and Scaramouche's dick, one after the other, licking it. Your saliva was everywhere. You licked and groped their balls.
"Fuck it!" Childe said, he held your body and flipped your body. Everybody stopped what they were doing "I'm going to fuck you"
Childe made you kneel on all fours, he positioned himself from underneath you while Thoma positioned himself from behind you, ready to go again.
"I'll take her pussy this time" Childe said as he licks your mouth "I got you this time" he inserted his dick inside you whil Thoma licks your butthole to prepare you for his dick.
While Thoma licks your asshole, Scaramouche pushed him from the side.
"My turn, get lost" Scaramouche said, positioning himself in front of your ass "Here I go" your eyes widen, two dicks inside of you was a first. Even though Xiao put three fingers there earlier, it wasn't comparable to the size of Scaramouche.
"Shit" You whimpered, nobody moved yet as if being considerate. Xiao was completely contented with you sucking him off, for him it felt heavenly. Just hearing the sounds almost made him cum.
Thoma slapped your face with his dick as you suck Xiao off. It was his signal that he wanted you to suck his dick too.
Childe started moving and so did Scaramouche. You feel Childe sucking on your tits as he thrust himself from underneath, muttering a series of cusses.
Scaramouche smacked your ass as he thrusts deeper in your ass "So tight— fuck, you slut"
"C-cummin— ngh" For a moment you stop sucking Thoma and Xiao to talk but Xiao forced his dick in your mouth
"Can't hold it any longer" Xiao whispered as Thoma froze, surprised about Xiao's sudden action "Mm Cumming"
He didn't even bother pulling out of your mouth, he came, his cum dripped on the bed as it flowed on your chin. Childe was sucking your breasts so he wasn't affected by any of the drips.
Xiao pulled his dick out and plopped on the bed, breathing heavily "I-I'll make sure next time — you'll beg for me"
Thoma didn't hesitate to put his dick in your mouth too. You started squirming all around, the pleasure from both your holes is becoming unbearable. You wanted to cum so bad but you still need a little bit more push.
"Stop squirming you bitch" Scaramouche smacked you again as he inserted his dick, it fell off from all the squirming you're making. Childe held both your arms to stop you as he was having the same problem.
"You feel so good" Childe kept thrusting, not thinking about Scaramouche's dick almost touching his. All he ever thought of was how good the insides of your walls felt and how warm it is on his cock. He grunts a little bit louder when you intentionally clench your walls to make it feel tighter. Childe felt like his cock was being swallowed, the amount of pleasure was heavenly that he couldn't even continue sucking your tits anymore.
Your ass was red from all of Scaramouche's smacking "Bitch, you let Mr. Zhongli play with you huh?"
"If that happens again, I'll fuck your brains out in school in front of everybody" Childe whispered, you feel his breath on your skin "I'll let them know"
"Big talk plucky " Thoma grunted, grabbing a handful of your hair "Except she's not yours"
Your eyes were red from all the gagging, you never even had the chance to swallow Xiao's cum.
"She's — mine" Thoma grunted and thrusted one last time, you feel his balls on your chin, before he could cum, he pulled out then came on your face "She's been marked"
You lick the top of your lips and wiped the cum on your eyes "T-Thoma.." you showed him your tongue that was full of cum and then you swallowed it "Thank y-you"
You were shivering, you had no energy left to kneel on all fours so you let your body fall on top of Childe's, their cock still inside of you.
"You nympho, I thought you never get tired" Scaramouche continued to fuck your ass, it was red and sore but he doesn't stop. He gripped your ass so tight that it hurt
Childe still kissed you despite the cum on your face, his hands are in between your bodies, still groping your tits a little bit.
"Fuck you whore" Scaramouche grunted, he went so deep, you felt his balls on your skin, you moaned while kissing Childe. Childe was not moving at all letting Scaramouche cum before having all of you.
You feel something warm inside of you, Scaramouche just came inside of your asshole, when he pulled his huge dick out, the shape of it was distinguishable enough. His cum flowed out of your ass as he strethes it out even further from outside using his hands. Observing the shape he just made "You've been marked as well" Scaramouche glared at Thoma
After Scaramouche, Childe started moving with a smile on his face "Save the best for last"
You don't move as Childe thrusts himself inside of you
"C-Childe— I—" Childe covered your mouth
"Don't talk, I'll do the work for you" Childe embraced your waists as he move his hips at a fast pace "Feels so good to see you like this" he muttered, staring at your moaning face, not minding the other guys that was panting.
All Childe could hear was his dick slapping in your pussy and your body colliding with one another while moaning each other's names.
"You're my slut" Childe said as he thrusted one last time, you screamed and came first. This made Childe smirk "Hah"
With one last thrust he came too. He was just waiting for you to go first, he's been holding it in all this time.
He slowly sat up, laying you down gently. Both your holes were sore and overflowed with both your cum and the other's. Your body felt so tired that all you could do was close your eyes and pant.
All the guys looked at your lifeless body.
"W-was that too much?" Xiao showed concern for the first time after everything
"Are you okay?" Thoma asked, all the hostile energy from them earlier was gone
All you could do was breathe heavily
"We'll take care of you" Childe said, rubbing your thighs, letting you know he's got you
Scaramouche on the other hand smirked, he felt satisfied seeing you like this "That's what you get for being a slut. Don't think it's over"
A few weeks later.
Graduation was just a week away. You were at Childe's again. What happened then became a habit for the five of you. Nobody complained about it so you continued doing it with each other.
Sometimes it gets crazy even at school, in the men's locker room or in the men's bathroom, the guys are beginning to get more and more creative. The guys can't get enough of you and you can't get enough of them
With graduation just around the corner, you hope to all the gods that nobody finds out about this.
— END ꕥ
note: this was my first time making a story like this and i worked really hard on it! i hope you guys like it! sorry if its not as good but i really did try my best TT i enjoyed making the whole genshin series, i hoped you all enjoyed it as much as i did. im so grateful for all the support (reblogs and comments, even reqs!) love u guys! ♡
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Hello I loved your break up headcanons so much. Really appealed to my angsty bitch heart. I was wondering if you’d be up for doing some more? Particularly Kujou Sara? Please and thank you so much
thank you so much! I write angst for this exact reason, so I’d be glad to extend the headcanons! added some other Inazuma characters for fun <3
— genshin headcanons ; when you fight & break up (pt. 2)
characters included: kujou sara, sangonomiya kokomi, kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayaka, thoma
gender neutral reader
— You and Sara had a relatively strong relationship. Both of you were vision holders with incredibly strong wills. However, your visions became the exact cause of your fallout as it seemed that Sara didn’t care for you as much as you initially thought.
— Under the Sakoku Decree and the Vision Hunt, the Tenryou Commission ordered that your vision be seized, so you were hunted down all over the city. Upon hearing what happened, you ran towards the entrance of Inazuma City, off to find your girlfriend who you knew would be returning from a recent battle against the Resistance. Your mind thought of no one else that could keep you safe but her. You craved the safety her presence always brought you.
— You eventually found her and tightly wrapped your arms around her, shakily expressing the situation to her. You both had seen what became of the vision holders that lost their visions. You didn’t want to fall to the same fate. The Commissioners had followed you there, and they looked to Sara, expecting the daughter of their head clan to seize your vision at once.
— You looked to her pleadingly, and she pushed you off, holding her hand out and demanding your vision as it was for the best of the nation, and she would follow what the Shogun wanted. You felt your heart shatter, but the sadness quickly fueled into anger. You yelled at her, asking if she didn’t care of what happened to you. She dodged the question entirely, stating that if it was what the Shogun wanted, it didn’t matter if you were at the receiving end. She served Inazuma and that was that. If you were an obstacle, she didn’t care. Your anger only brewed more and you told her that you never wanted to see her face again.
— Before you could say anything else, and before she could forcibly take your vision, the group was distracted by the sound of close by fireworks.
— Before you could react, a swirl of wind surrounded you and you were whisked away by an Anemo holder, quickly joined by Yoimiya who you recognized. They told you that they heard of your predicament from Kamisato Ayaka, and that they’d take you to join the resistance. You agreed quickly, the current conditions of Inazuma were less than ideal and you’d fight to change that.
— After a few weeks in the Resistance, you’d become familiar with the man who saved you, Kaedehara Kazuha, and the Resistance leader, Sangonomiya Kokomi. From what you’ve heard from Sangonomiya, Sara had lost the drive that she used to have in battle, and she wondered if your absence fueled it. You expressed that you didn’t care, and that you should take advantage of her weakened will to turn the tides of the war.
— You lied, of course. You missed her more than anything. But you were angry that she put so little value on you. You were in pain after what happened and you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to her again. When she saw you again on the battlefield, she tried so desperately to get your attention, but you paid her no mind. It was in that moment that she realized that just how badly she messed up. You couldn’t bear to look her in the eye anymore, and she lost the most important person in her life. She should’ve never allowed your safety to fall so low in her priorities. She should’ve defended you until her last breath, but she didn’t. And now she was unsure you’d ever come to forgive her.
— Since the Sakoku Decree was put into place and Kokomi shouldered the title of Resistance leader, your relationship has been strained, but you thought it was fine. You still spent a lot of time with her at Watatsumi Island, and when you had down time, you both relaxed together by the water. You’d comb your fingers through her hair as she rested her head in your lap. She loved your company. With you, she didn’t have to be Her Excellency, Master Strategist, Sangonomiya. She was just Kokomi, your girlfriend. However, as the war became more tense and fights became more frequent, your relationship took a turn for the worse.
— You saw less and less of Kokomi as time went on. You were sent out to the battlefield to fight as one of the best leaders that Kokomi had. As much as it pained you to leave Watatsumi Island, you knew that your role was integral in holding off the Shogun’s army as you led one of the largest units in the Resistance. Kokomi assured you that she’d keep a constant stream of communication between you both.
— She did, for a while. You both sent frequent letters, but after some time, she began keeping more secrets from you. She wouldn’t tell you anything, and she’d often leave you in the dark. She’d leave for weeks at a time without a word, leaving you and Gorou to try your best to fend off Kujou Sara’s attacks. It concerned you that she had gone so silent, but you figured she just needed the time.
— You only grew more worried and felt incredibly stressed on a day when Sara had almost bested you and Gorou’s defenses. You had just barely managed to fight her off, but then magically, Kokomi appeared with Kazuha and Beidou. After the fight, she seemed to avoid your gaze. You approached her, glad to see that she was alright, but upset that she’s been keeping you in the dark.
— Kokomi insists that it’s because she has to keep her strategies secret, but you remind her that she used to send you countless letters recounting her strategies so you could be prepared. She countered, saying that things were different now, but you didn’t understand what had changed. You told her that you just wanted to know if she was okay, and she turned away from you, stating that she thought it’d be better if you two separated.
— You were distraught, and you asked why, though you wish you hadn’t. She looked at you and stated that she grew distant to prepare for when you inevitably became a casualty of the war like so many of her other soldiers had. She needed to keep a steady and stable mind even if you died, so she thought the best plan was to put a wedge between you both. You felt betrayed, asking if she truly had that little faith in you. She didn’t respond. You told her that you’d respect her decision, but she better hold true and stay out of your business unless it was strictly Resistance related. With that, you left.
— For a while, Kokomi was convinced that she’d made the best decision. That was, until, she discovered the Fatui plot regarding the distribution of Delusions. She witnessed Teppei’s death and with that, she looked tirelessly to try finding you— afraid that you’d met the same fate— afraid that she’d lost you and left things on such a sour note, but before she could find you, the war demanded her attention and she had to abandon her search. It pained her to do so, pained her to be left in the dark— and she’d finally realized how you felt. She realized how much of a mistake she’d made.
— You were with your soldiers, displaced from your usual path due to a large battle, but you had finally returned to camp when Gorou approached you, relieved that you were okay. He explained that Kokomi was worried about you— that she missed you dearly and regretted her decision. You brushed it off stating that she had to live with the consequences of her own actions. Gorou reported back to Kokomi that you were alive. Injured, but alive. She was relieved, but she knew you were still upset based on what her General had told her. She wished she could take back her decision. She worked and strategized better knowing that you were okay— and even if one of you were to get gravely injured, she’d want to spend that time by your side. But she lost that opportunity, and she no longer has the right to call you hers.
— You and Kazuha had been together for a long time. You stuck together through thick and thin, so naturally when you both lost one of your closest friends, you both took his vision and ran away. You followed suit, of course you would, he was your friend too, Kazuha and you both felt the loss of his death. You both became fugitives, and Beidou took you both in. Things between you both only became more difficult as time went on, though.
— You spent a lot of your time training while Kazuha mostly relaxed or wrote. It made sense, both of you coped in different ways. You coped by training, Kazuha by writing or playing music. However, Sangonomiya eventually contacted you through Beidou. She explained that the Resistance needed as much help as it could get, and asked that you three return to Inazuma to assist in the war.
— You were quick to agree, wanting so badly to help and wanting vengeance for your lost friend, but Kazuha was more against you coming along. He stated that he’d go, but that you should stay behind in Liyue as it was too dangerous. You tried to argue, but to no avail. Kazuha stated that he had to do this for his friend and that you shouldn’t carry that burden. You were left at Liyue harbor as Kazuha and Beidou returned to Inazuma.
— You were angry. You felt entirely disregarded by your boyfriend. He seemed to have forgotten that you both lost a friend that day— not just him. You were the one that had clutched the colorless electro vision in your hand the day that your mutual friend died. Kazuha wasn’t the only one that wanted revenge, you did too. You felt like his overprotective nature made him completely neglect how you feel— the loss that you too were experiencing. Now, not only were you robbed of the chance to save Inazuma, you were robbed of the chance to fight alongside Kazuha and ensure that he was okay. Now you were left to wonder if Kazuha was okay as well.
— Eventually, you decided to leave Liyue, and with that, you decided to leave Kazuha as well. You understood that he was hurting, but that gave him no right to silence you and to take away a chance to get the closure that you needed. His grief didn’t give him an excuse to make choices for you, especially when you were in just as much emotional pain as he was. So, you decided that you’d find closure in a different way. You wrote a lengthy letter to Kazuha, and one day, when the traveler had stopped by Liyue for a few commissions, you handed them the letter and asked that they deliver it to Kazuha. When they asked where you’d be off to, you simply replied that you’d go where the wind took you.
— With that, you left, suffering the loss of your best friend and now your lover as well. You felt it was for the better, though. It pained you to leave Kazuha behind, but your grieving took you both in different directions.
— You didn’t hear about anything else for a couple of weeks, until eventually you ran into the traveler again, this time in Mondstadt. You were there as it was the land of the Anemo Archon, and served as a good place to stick around for a while. You planned to travel to the other nations as well, but you wanted to take in Mondstadt first. The traveler told you about Inazuma’s newfound freedom, and the end of the vision hunt decree. They also told you of Kazuha’s reawakening of your old friend’s vision. You were glad that Kazuha had gotten that closure.
— However, the traveler then told you that Kazuha was back in Liyue, and he wasn’t the same. He was more distant and had been that way since reading the letter you’d written him. Kazuha missed you. That much was obvious to everyone around him. He often played longing melodies or wrote poems expressing his regret for how he treated you. The traveler presented you with a letter but you pushed it back towards them. You weren’t ready yet and still wanted time on your own. You knew you’d go running back to Liyue to be with Kazuha if you read that letter. You asked the traveler to keep it for now, and if you were to ever cross paths again, with either Kazuha or the traveler, you’d take the letter. But now was just not the time.
— Kazuha was distraught at hearing the news. He felt a painful ache in his heart. He felt terrible for pushing you away and insisting that he was protecting you when, in fact, he was being selfish and neglecting how you felt. He wasn’t the only one who deserved closure, but he took that from you. He was upset, but your solo travels was apart of your own form of closure. He brought this upon himself. He wished that he had just taken you with him. Having you fight by his side would’ve made the war much more bearable. The lonely nights he spent would’ve been nonexistent had he just taken your hand and allowed you to join him in the fight. But he didn’t. Now he could only hope that the wind would lead him back to you and that when you met again, you’d allow him a place back at your side.
— Your relationship with Ayaka has been going on for a while. However, due to Ayaka’s need to maintain a public image as a Commissioner, you two didn’t go on dates out in public often and your relationship was kept under wraps. You were fine with it. You didn’t need to publicize your relationship for you to be happy and you enjoyed your stay in dates with Ayaka. However, that opinion was quick to change.
— One day you suggested to Ayaka that you both attend a festival together. She’d never been to one, and you thought it’d be fun. She gave you a sad look before denying your offer, stating that it’d be strange for someone like her to be seen at something like a festival. You were upset, but you were quick to get over it. At least, you thought you would.
— Eventually, you began hearing rumors that Ayaka was dating the Traveler. Curious, you asked around as to why this rumor had started and then learned that the two were seen attending a festival together. The same one you’d invited Ayaka to. Your expression fell immediately, and you went straight to the Kamisato Estate to confront Ayaka directly. You were upset, but you wanted to hear her explanation.
— Ayaka expressed that she decided last minute to go to the festival with the Traveler, and to not mind the rumors since they’d die down soon enough. This explanation wasn’t enough for you. You asked her why it couldn’t be you. Why was the traveler the one she was willing to be seen with in public, but you weren’t? Ayaka tried to explain that it was fine since the Traveler had done so much for Inazuma so they were seen in a really positive light in the citizens’ eyes, to which you asked her if she thought you had a negative image, or if you didn’t do enough for the city. She gave you silence and with that, you told her she didn’t need to say anything and left.
— You couldn’t understand why Ayaka thought you’d be seen so poorly by Inazuma. The citizens adored you, you were on good terms with the Tri-Commission, and you did a lot for the people there. You didn’t know why she was fine with people assuming that she had a relationship with the Traveler, but not okay with people assuming she was with you. You had so many unanswered questions, but you decided to end your relationship for the time being. You needed time to think things over.
— From what you’ve heard from Thoma, Ayaka hadn’t been holding up so well after the breakup. She kept up her image in the public, but she was always upset in the confines of her room. She was desperately trying to write you a letter of apology, but couldn’t think of the right words to say. Her insecurity didn’t come from your public image, rather her own. She was scared that the public wouldn’t approve of her as a suitable partner for you, not the other way around. The people adored you, but many people saw Ayaka as a friendless, pitiful girl. She only wished that she’d been comfortable enough to express this to you so you wouldn’t have thought she saw you so poorly, and so that you’d still be with her by her side.
— You and Thoma had a stable relationship. You both were strong fighters and had many connections, however, after the incident at the Statue, Thoma had to go into hiding and things between you both changed for the worse.
— Thoma was upset that he was confined constantly, and rightfully so. You wished you could do more for him, so you often brought him his favorite food, brought him entertainment, and even trained with him in the Teahouse to try and keep up his spirits. However, you could tell that it was all in vain. Some days, he snapped at you out of frustration of being trapped, and you didn’t blame him.
— Eventually, the Resistance asked you to join them in fighting. Being a vision holder, you held a lot of potential power for them and they needed as many Vision bearers as they could find. Considering what had happened to Thoma, you were more than willing to assist them if it meant that your boyfriend would have his freedom sooner and the two of you could explore Inazuma side by side once again. You agreed, so you told Thoma of your decision.
— He was nowhere near as supportive as you expected. He insisted that you deny the offer, and you told him that you couldn’t, especially after what happened to him. He insisted that you’d just become burdensome if you ended up becoming a fugitive and losing your vision as well. He was frustrated, but worried about you as well. He was scared of losing you to the war, and his confinement was already stressful enough as is.
— You insisted that you’d be fine. You were capable just like Kazuha and Gorou, you could manage to fight. You wanted to fight for your friends as well. Thoma snapped, stating that if you left, then he didn’t want to see you again, his frustration having culminated to be more than he could handle. You felt your heart broke, and you shook your head. You said that you’d still be leaving, and that you knew that he was frustrated but you weren’t going to sit around and take beatings from him. You told him you hoped that he’d be okay, and that you’d win for him.
— You left and joined the Resistance soon after that and Thoma felt awful about what he said. He knew that you were aware that he didn’t mean what he said, but he also knew that you were upset. He felt terrible. You were under just as much stress as him since you had to do his work as well as your own in his absence, and that you missed being able to relax with him. It was intense for you both, and taking it out on you was the worst thing he could’ve done.
— From what you’ve heard from Yoimiya, Thoma spends most of his time sulking around. Ayaka keeps him company now, but he’s still upset that you’re no longer around. He’s sorry and he knows why you have to fight, but feels upset with how he left things off during your departure. He missed you and he wished he could make things right. Now he couldn’t be there to greet you when you came back. You were no longer his. And being that you no longer had Thoma at your side as your boyfriend, you no longer felt the need to tell him how you were doing in the war. You’ve sustained serious injuries, but kept fighting anyway. Your only hope now would be that you’d live to see the victory of the Resistance, and would live to see Thoma be freed from his confinement.
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Warnings: Crying, fear of abandonment
A/n: just wrote this on a whim, enjoy your day/night everyone <3
"Promise me you won't leave" your whispered
"Wha..t where is this coming from? "
You smiled, your gaze trained on the palms of your hands. He knew you were lifting your mask to your face, so the way your eyes don't crinkle at the edges made him uneasy. Your indefinite Silence only made it worse.
His eyes caught the sight of tears falling onto your hands, followed by your shoulders quivering. He caressed your jaw to guide your gaze to him, and the sight broke him. Tears welled at the seams, trying their best to stay put but failing, the same concerning smile on your face. "What's wrong?" his voice soft as his touch. "I'm scared I'll lose you" you confessed, your hands trembling at the thought.
"Oh Y/n, don't say that. You don't have to worry about that", he wiped your tears with his thumb and brushed the strands of hair off your face. "I'll always be here" he smiled
It was all crashing onto you that you lost so much throughout your life and the thought of losing someone that inspired you to keep going terrified you. But seeing his smile grounded you, fate can be merciless at times but if he's with you smiling then perhaps things will be okay
You felt him pull you into his embrace, the cozy warmth he radiated soothed the pain. And tears sprung out at the love he showered you with, while his words only seemed to further bring you at ease.
"You're not alone"
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Scenario: You die in his arms.
Warnings: Angst, no comfort.
Overview: You take your last breath in his arms.
Gender: No specified pronouns <3
Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Thoma, Childe.
"Diluc? Why can't I hear you?" You stared up at your lover's broken form. The world around you was quiet and your vision was blurry. All you could see was the tear-stained face of your husband.
You could see his mouth moving, but his words fell on deaf ears.
You were dying.
He sobbed and gripped onto you, trying his best to put pressure on the wound on your stomach, but it was all for nothing. There was nothing he could do but sit there and watch you fade away.
"Y/N!! Please! Please just- Just hold on!" He screamed out for help, but there was no one around to hear. He cried out.
"Diluc? I want to hear your voice. Why can't I hear you?" The hit was fatal, knocking you back into a tree. Your head hit the bark and your sense grew blank. You could no longer hear the voice of your lover.
Were you to die without hearing his last words? How cruel.
You reached up to wipe the tears from his face as you felt your body lose more and more blood. Your own tears fell as you fell apart in your partner's arms.
"Diluc, please! Please let me hear your voice one more time! I don't wanna go without you! I can't go without you!" You sobbed into his chest, gripping onto the fabric of his jacket.
You both cried into each other's embrace as your body became weaker and weaker. Your head was tucked over his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around your figure.
And as the sky faded into gold, your eyes fell heavy as you whispered your very last words.
"Next time, my love."
"Li? Please don't cry." You cupped your lover's face, wiping away his tears as you put on your best smile. You were going to die in a matter of seconds, so there was no filter on your words.
"Your life will go on for decades to come, but mine has always been destined to end." You locked eyes with him and let tears slowly fall.
"You have seen nations fall and rise, people come and go, monsters fall to their knees...," You swallowed the lump in your throat before you continued, "And you are bound to see many, many more." His grip on you tighten as he felt you become weaker in his arms.
"But no matter how many years go by, or however many lifetimes it takes, I promise that I will find you again." You sobbed, pulling him down to connect your foreheads as you breathed in his scent for the last time.
"I hope, that when you look upon the plains of Liyue, you are reminded of fond memories." Your body collapsed in his arms as you breathed one final sentence.
"Till we meet again."
The guards ran from the scene, your vision clutched in their grimy hands as they fled. Your lover fell to his knees, cradling in his arms as he screamed out for help.
But all the crowd could do was stand there and watch. Their eyes were wide and their mouths hung open, but none dared to speak. Thoma screamed at them, but no one listened.
"Please...Please...Please help..." He felt completely helpless as he sobbed into your shoulder, clutching onto you for dear life as he cried out to anyone that could hear.
"Thoma..." His head shot up, tears falling onto your clothes as he locked eyes with your dull ones.
"I love you-" He cut you off.
"No! Don't say that as if it's the end! We can get you help! Just please hold on a bit longer!" He frantically looked away for something that could help, but all he was met with was stone.
"I can't stay much longer Thoma, my time is up." You let tears freely fall. Oh, how you wish you had the strength to hold him one final time.
"Please! Please help!" He cried out, but the crowd had already dispersed, leaving the two alone in the street.
"Thoma, look at me." He hesitantly looked at you, not wanting to see how empty your gaze was. Not wanting to see the life drain from your eyes.
"I love you, and my feelings will remain the same until the end of time. Don't ever forget that." You used your last bit of strength to smile up at him, your eyes slowly closing as you stared up at the sky above.
"Let's meet again."
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" He shoved his way past the Fatui Skirmishers, slashing them to pieces if they disobeyed his order.
He caught wind of you getting caught in a fight with some of his men. It wouldn't have been a big deal, however, no one knew of your relations with the harbinger.
Your relationship was secret.
So you could imagine how panicked he was when he found out his men had engaged in a fight with you, just because you had "invaded" their camp.
Childe beats himself up for telling you the wrong camp he was at. He didn't want you to see him in his injured state after using Foul legacy, so he told you a different camp (which he thought was empty), in order to avoid such interaction.
But it all backfired now that he saw what they did to you.
"Y/N!" He yelled as he dived at your limp body, cradling you close as he checked for a pulse. Unfortunately, it was only faint.
"C'mon baby! Speak to me! Please, please open your eyes!" He didn't care about the reactions from the fatui behind him. He could care less about them right now, he was focused on keeping you alive.
"A...Ajax...? Is that...you...?" Your voice was barely above a whisper as your eyes opened slightly. Your body was in pain and you could barely see, but you could make out that familiar voice and blur of ginger.
"Yes baby, it's me. I'm right here, you're gonna be okay." he sobbed out, letting his tears fall freely as he attempted to put pressure on your wounds, but there was no use.
"I...missed you..." You smiled weakly up at him, the sight only made him cry harder.
"I missed you too Darling but now is not the time to be catching up, I need you to focus on staying alive for me okay?" His voice was shaky as he desperately grasped onto his last few minutes with you, trying to think of ways he could save you.
The medic tent was too far away, you would die on the way.
There were no helaers around.
He didn't have enough time.
"Ajax...? Tell me you love me..." You croaked out, fighting to keep your eyes open.
"I love you! I love you so much! You mean the world to me, everyday I get to spend with you is the best day of my life. I love you, I love you, I love you!" He sobbed out into your chest, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly.
"Ajax...? Look at me please..." He slowly lifted his head to meet your eyes. Your eyes shone with love and admiration, all for him and him only.
"I love you." Your body started to fall limp as your eyes slowly started to fall shut.
"And I will forever love you, till your very last winter." Your body fell limp and your eyes closed.
Note: Went a little overboard for Childes. I was gonna write for Kaeya but my mind blanked. Overall this is pretty short but I wanted to get something out. Hope you liked the heartbreak.
(This is unedited.)
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SEASONS. (a youthful otome game with the genshin boys)
love blossoms in all seasons.
a snort escapes your lips in disbelief, as you send a perplexed glare over to your chagrined friend. “oh, what are you looking at me for…you wanted a recommendation!”
“yeah. not this cheesy shit.” you cringed at the mere thought of it, begrudgingly inserting the video game’s dvd in the television’s slot. “i was expecting…i don’t know, something more interesting?”
the humdrum remark earns a playful slap on your shoulder from her, as you wince at the impact of her offended smack. “gods, just trust me already! it’s going to be life-changing.” she dreamily muses with a fanciful smile, however you’re not even the least bit convinced by her starry-eyed demeanor.
your eyes carefully scrutinize the displayed monitor, watching the game agonizingly load inside the box. dread crept up and sent chills down your spine as the screen slowly lit up, and your wandering eyes catch the sight of messily stuffed packages poorly concealed behind ajar closet doors. “actually you know what, i do have some unfinished monster hunter quests in the — ow! excuse me? what the hell was that for?!”
“come on y/n! you promised you’d play this time.” she childishly huffs in dismay, crossing her arms as she leans back on the edge of the bed in evident betrayal. “it won’t be that bad, i swear. let’s just finish one chapter today, and then i’ll let you decide after if we play a bit more…or you burn the damn game into smithereens.”
the latter option made quite the tempting offer, though you personally would have favored a third alternative where you could just burn the dvd now. “whatever.” you quietly grumble while snatching the plugged controller from the space on the wooden boards beside you. “fine, lets do it. but i’ll hold you to your word of that second choice.”
SEASONS is a youthful otome game, where love blossoms in all seasons. Depending on the choices you make, you may encounter different characters, and unlock various special (and even secret) routes within certain chapters. There are a total of four major episodes — each contain storylines that require your decision on the choices you wish to make in pursuit of your love interest.
chapter one, spring. (when the flowers bloom.)
STATUS: NOT YET UNLOCKED.
chapter two, summer. (the warmer half of the year.)
STATUS: NOT YET UNLOCKED.
chapter three, autumn. (when the leaves fall from trees.)
STATUS: NOT YET UNLOCKED.
chapter four, winter. (the colder half of the year.)
STATUS: NOT YET UNLOCKED.
note: for the upcoming 600 milestone <3 this short series’ lovely concept is heavily inspired by seasons of blossom. if you haven’t read the webtoon, please do because i legitimately swear ;-; genuinely the most beautiful story i’ve read,, not to mention the build-up — the fucking build up!! literally the top-tier kind of writing and talent i aspire to achieve in this lifetime >;(( i laughed, shed tears and blushed a whole lot from the plot :””> so im sincerely hoping my own rendition will do greatly deserved justice to it ٩(˘◡˘)۶
warning: will contain webtoon spoilers, so i’d suggest you avoid reading if you’re interested in seeing the original first!
status: masterlist’s style is a work in progress, and speculated characters may be subject to change.
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make one about Kazuha albedo and thoma randomly hugging them ty 😚
A/N: hrmrmrmm thoma hugs like if you agree .
*ೃ༄ Randomly hugging Thoma, Kazuha, and Albedo
When you randomly hug Kazuha, it only startled him for a moment. He may let out a small gasp of surprise, but quickly reciprocates. He’d smile into the nape of your neck, slowly and tenderly running his warm palms up and down your back. It’s comforting, familiar, and calming. Kazuha would never shy away from your hugs, melting into your touch quickly and remaining in your embrace for as long as possible. He won’t let go until you do. <3
Albedo finds himself growing tired whenever you hug him, his eyelids drooping and his forehead finding purchase on your shoulder. This is why when you randomly hug him, he’ll chuckle breathily and tell you “Dearest, I don’t exactly want to fall asleep at the moment.” Though, he makes no effort to push you off. Even if his growing tiredness distracts from his task at hand, he’ll always happily welcome any embrace from his lover. <3
Thoma loves your random hugs, absolutely. He’d coo at you and nuzzle into the top of your head, rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He smells of warm cinnamon and fire wood. He doesn’t care who’s watching, he just loves to hug you. Even if he is in the middle of a task, it can always wait a few moments. House chores are temporary, your love is forever. <3
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"Private lesson" Genshin Impact! Thoma smut
☁ (Watch out for a slight hangout event spoiler) My first Genshin fic ^^ I tried to keep it short because no one wants to read a whole essay about how Thoma makes my brain go brr,
Thoma x gn!Reader
tw: guided masturbation, fingering, baby as a pet name, sub reader, teasing, praise
+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!
"Y/N, I would like you to stay after class," Thoma says in a serious, uncharacteristic voice. You feel a lump in your throat, even when you're convinced, you've done nothing out of the ordinary during the lecture. "Let us find a more isolated place to talk," he adds when everyone leaves the housekeeping class.
You enter the main building in the Kamisato estate and timidly sit on the zabuton, facing Thoma. He has an expression on his face you can't quite place, but you know, it's not his usual, smiley self.
"Is my class boring for you, Traveler?" he asks fiercely, crossing his arms on his chest. You contradict with a nod. "No? Because I have noticed when you were dozing off," he adds.
It didn't even come to your attention. You guess it's because of your harsh sleep schedule due to running a lot of commissions in the past few days. You sincerely apologize to Thoma and he responds to it with a muffled chuckle.
"You know I'm just teasing you, Y/N," he chirps and stands up to approach you. You do not make a move when he sits right behind you; his legs hugging yours, your back touching his sculpted chest. He caresses his fingertips from your shoulders down your tensed-up arm. "You're my best student, therefore I would like to give you an extra, private lesson."
Thoma places his palm on the back of your hand while the other works around your bottoms to eventually pull them down to your raised-up knees. He parts your legs and guides your arm in between them.
"And the topic is: how to be good and obey," he coos closely to your ear, which sends a shiver down your spine and makes your sex twitch. His lips curve into a grin when he notices your legs trembling.
His hand is still embracing yours, he leads your middle finger down your sex until he reaches your entrance. He makes you put it inside your hole, you can feel your velvety walls hug it tightly. You can't look away from the sight of Thoma helping you finger yourself. A quiet hiss leaves your lips.
"Haha, easy there," he says, clearly enjoying how you react.
With your free hand, you grab his thigh and squeeze it tightly, digging into his skin, when he helps you move your finger in and out of your hole, speeding up by every second.
You turn your head and look up at Thoma's face. Your eyes meet, which results in your walls clenching around your digit when he's piercing you with them. Seeing you so humble and submissive only makes him want to tease you more.
He parts your lips with his thumb and slips two fingers into your hot mouth. You immediately start working around them with your wet tongue, coating them in your saliva.
"You catch on so quickly. I told you, you are my best student," he praises. Just then Thoma notices how your hips buckle up to sink your finger deeper into your hole, trying so desperately to please yourself. "I see you need some more assistance with your assignment. Let me show you."
He grabs your wrist and pulls you away from your sex. You yelp, not feeling anything inside you but he doesn't leave you empty for long.
His slender fingers quickly replace yours. Two of his digits curl inside you and press on your most sensitive spots, making you wiggle in between his muscular legs. You can't ignore the hard erection growing in his pants that pokes your back.
You stop sucking on Thoma's fingers and leave your mouth open in a silent moan, as he scissors you. He makes you feel so good and you assure him of it by a medley of pleas and whimpers.
"Are you going to cum, pretty baby?" he whispers, knowing full well how close you are to your orgasm. "Come on, do it," he encourages you in a soft, innocent voice.
Thoma's fingers slip in and out of you, and when they curl, your eyes roll into the back of your head. You raise your legs higher, giving him better access to your spasming hole.
Few more harsh movements and you melt under his touch, cumming intensively, spraying his hand in your arousal in the process. He slows down his pace and guides you through your orgasm.
"That's what I like to see," he coos, massaging your thigh to pacify you.
Thoma finally frees you from his embrace. You turn around only to see his satisfied smile that you also find quite mischievous. He cups your cheek in his hand and draws circles on it with his thumb.
"From now on, stay after class every time, 'kay? There's so much about housekeeping that I've yet to teach you."
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#assigning genshin men with songs from my spotify playlist
—multiple scenarios depending on the songs assigned to them
CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli
THEMES. more fluff than angst, actually. only some has angst (venti’s & zhongli’s especially). comfort on thoma’s.
WARNINGS. reader is not a good person in scara’s part.
NOTES. this is quite new to me so i hope you liked how i wrote this one! it’s quite long each character so i hope you guys will enjoy~ i really liked Kaeya’s song & part here. I also literally listened to venti’s voice while playing the song and it resonates tf. also it’s funny how i’m referring to my spotify playlist here but i linked youtube for the songs,,,
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ALBEDO - Yellow by Kina Grannis
Feelings beyond the capacity of words, being succumbed and accompanied by the chirps of the crickets and the silent but gentle sound of the cold night breeze that passes by both of your forms with every chance it gets—as if the Anemo Archon himself was in approval of this. This moment feels reminiscent somehow; him sketching onto paper, your moonlit beauty radiating from where you were sitting on the grass, a curve of a smile playing by your lips as you stare up at the starry sky. If he was asked, he thinks the stars were smiling back at you.
“We should bring Klee here sometime. Although we’d have to be strong in case she pleads to go fish blasting again. I’d hate to burden Jean once she finds out about it,” there you went, thinking about other people. He thinks you worry about them too much, more than your own. Yet he keeps the words inside of him, knowing full well that it was one of the things he liked about you anyway; your love for others.
If he could wish for the stars, he’d say that he hopes that the shine in your eyes will never die—that genuine love and care to shine for other people.
And if it does, he will not hesitate to put it back on for you.
CHILDE - Crazy by Daniela Andrade
You very well knew what being close to a Fatui Harbinger would mean.
You not only have heard whispers, mutters, or talks about them—you were lectured by your very own parents not to even associate yourself with them.
It’s crazy ironic how now, those warnings were not heeded and were tackled very differently than it should have been. Consequences—such a word that most people had already told you about the moment they learned about your connection with him.
To hell with it.
Everything has their consequences, and if you had heeded the others’ words before, then you will also lose this life--the life that was almost robbed off of you just because of these stereotypes of a Fatui Harbinger.
You held your guards up when you first met him, you tried. But his charm was indeed something not to be reckon with, now you could barely imagine a life without him anymore. This must be what it is, right? This must be how it is to love and be loved.
You were suddenly aware of the softness of the locks in between your fingers, your eyes then glancing down as a smile forms on your face when you gazed upon your lover—your Childe; your Tartaglia; your Ajax. A man who had drenched not only his clothes and his hands but his whole mind with violence, a man who had sworn loyalty to a god who you do not worship—nonetheless respected.
It’s crazy how you love him.
But it’s also crazy how he loves you back and was willing to defy all odds just to have you by his side as well.
DILUC - Once Upon a December by Christy Altomare
It was almost like a fairytale. For him, meeting you was like a fairytale carved right out of a children’s book that his father used to read him with when he was way younger, when he still hadn’t got the sense of justice he had as he grew older. You were his savior, even if you were not truly aware of it.
“What are you thinking about, Luc?” he hears you say, in an instant, his eyes were on yours. He could feel it again—being bare in front of someone and letting it be like that, for them to see your soul and your entire being, trusting them with your whole heart.
He leans in to the side after a couple of moments, still swaying with you on beat with the background music that seemed to have continuously played despite the time that had passed by, his nose catching the fresh and natural scent of your skin. How many minutes had it been since you two were standing in the middle of the bedroom you shared since the day you two had gotten married? Basking in each other’s presence under the blessing of the evening.
“Would it bother you if I say that I’ve been thinking about you?” he says—almost like a whisper, actually. He very well knew you could hear him, but for him, this was like a secret, one that he wishes to keep with you and you alone.
One of your hands then curls to his waist, leaning yourself closer until you are hugging him whilst still swaying and taking hold of one of his hands. Also leaning to his shoulder and ear, he could only smile as you replied, “How could I when you’re also in miy mind most of the time?”
GOROU - Meet me on the Battlefield by SVRCINA
The world was unfair, Everyone knew that--both you and him were very aware of it as well.
Fighting an army by a god was never deemed as easy. With the limited resources and fighters, it was not a surprise that someone like you had joined them in the battlefield as well.
He was against this at first, but seeing your battle prowess, the Divine Priestess herself could not fulfill the General’s request to not let his lover partake in the fights. Sooner, he came to accept this and respected you and Her Highness’ decision.
The world was unfair, but he would not go down without a fight.
You suddenly feel his fingers slip to yours, feeling the familiar comforting warmth that had always been there since the start, his resolve that had never wavered and was infectious enough for you and of course, the other people around him. This is not just both of you fighting for your lives, this is a fight for Inazuma and its people. Even if your name as the Resistance was tainted amongst those who don't know why all of you were fighting, the echoes of your hearts will remain the same.
“Meet you later?” he turns to you like when he usually does, a small and assuring smile on his face, one that you could confess that you always look forward to. In every start of a battle for your lives, you two became accustomed to greeting each other this way--for you both to survive like you always do, probably; an assurance that everything can stay the same after a battle of fortitude against the Shogunate.
Mirroring his smile, you nodded, “Always,”
In the land of Eternity where silver clangs to silver, iron smashes to iron; this is an eternity that you both had always hoped for.
To be safe--it’s a prayer that your minds and hearts chant along the intake of your breaths. It’s a prayer that you both wished towards a god that is willing to listen.
KAEYA - Who Am I by RIELL (Acoustic)
(has implications of god!reader)
Threads of fate, strings of love, needles of the past—with unblind eyes, he knew what he was looking for.
When his eyes clashed with yours, when his hands met yours, when your voice penetrated his mind; he knew—knew what he was getting himself into, knew what falling under the spell of your kiss entails to someone like him.
He knew, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from having a taste.
The grip of his blood runs through his very veins, through the same eyes that you stare at with your Divine ones, through the hands that you still hold with your own tainted ones—tainted from the blood of his kind.
In this game of love, shall he prevail in the name of his family or for the sake of you—the god he accidentally fell in love with?
Who is he really?
Who was he supposed to be?
These questions ran dry from the answers it was neglected of as he grasped onto the handle of a door, turning them open to be blinded by the light.
“Kaeya, honey, you’re here?” your voice rings in his mind, infiltrating his plans and making him question his own identity.
You came, dressed in casual clothes that no one could even guess you were a god living amongst men—he didn’t, wasn’t able to until you revealed it to him as his lover.
He forgets everything and lets go of the rope towards the end goal as he leans in and presses a kiss on your lips and whispering the words “I’m home,”
KAZUHA - I won’t give up by Jason Mraz
A peaceful and windy evening, the unsettled sound of the leaves on tree branches and the grasses n the ground, the darkness of the sky illuminated by merely the moon alone.
A storm is brewing.
“Kazu, do you really have to?” you already knew that something was bothering him. That despite this supposedly jovial night date around the harbor, there seemingly was a voice that he couldn’t release. You didn’t need his hypersensitive sense of smell to read him—you’ve known him quite well enough with the year that was given for the both of you.
But tonight, tonight was different, and you’ve already perceived what the storm inside of his head had been meaning to say to you.
When you looked into his eyes, he wore the same ones from when you met him. And without any answer, you knew what it would be anyway. Before you could even look away, you felt the warmth of his hand on yours, meeting your gaze without a single thought hidden beneath the clouds of the plum of his orbs.
“I’ll come back home, I promise,” he says, because it was true. He already found his home here in Liyue, with you.
His other hand fishes something from his pockets and once he retrieves it, you could only gasp as he slips the silver band on one of your fingers delicately. Now, both of his hands were on yours, cupping them and grasping them with so much care and love that you felt it right through your bones how sure he was with his decision and his feelings for you.
“Meeting you was one of the most unexpected things that had ever happened to me, but unlike the others, you, my dove, brought the light back into my very eyes and gave me strength to face the sun once more. For that, I thank you. I want to come back to you with my heart whole and my spirit rested, so wait for me. And marry me by then.”
SCARAMOUCHE - Saints by Echos
At first, he was merely amused by you.
How could a thief steal from the Fatui—a Harbinger no less? It was purely entertainment to hear you spit curses at him and to feel the daggers of your glare, yet he was too amused, it seems.
“Be one of us, Y/n. Your skills will be wasted by the likes of your kind,” he said, holding out a hand—at that very moment, you knew that you were making a deal with the devil.
You took his hand and his path of life, became a part of it and soon, he was also a part of yours—too much to even see a world without him in it.
“Are you done?” his arms were crossed when he entered your tent, his eyes scanning over the Treasure Hoarders that you seem to have caught once again—seemingly in the same state as others before them. His eyes pierces yours, scanning them, probably to see whether there were remnants of your past self, ones that had vanished the moment you became one of them. “You’re far different than who you were before.”
You snicker to yourself, soon evolving into a laugh as you faced him, one hand on your stomach, finding his statement quite hilarious, “Coming from you,” you respond when you were able to, eyes glowering under the dim light, “you’re not so innocent either, dearest.”
He smirks, but there was hesitation in his eyes and a pressure in his chest that he could not seem to fathom—or particularly care about.
When he met you, without meaning to, you stole his heart too. And now, he didn’t know if offering you to be part of the Fatui was his best or worst decision of all.
THOMA - 17 by Pink Sweat$ feat. Joshua & DK of SEVENTEEN
Days with him never lacked energy and motion. Every person he had ever encountered is a testament to how he’s such a helpful kind of guy. Always there when you needed something, always holding out a hand in assurance that he was there—most especially to you.
“I apologize, but we’ll be taking our leave now,” he smiles towards the others and you could only wonder why he pulls you both aside, hand comfortably on your back, making you a bit closer to him as you walked side by side, the warmth of his form radiating from where he was, warming you up from the coldness of the night and the soul inside of your body.
It seemed, he sensed it again.
Wordlessly when you were far away from the crowd, he halted you both and he faced you to open his arms, to which you knowingly went and circled your hands on his waist, pressing your face on his chest. He wraps his own on your form, one hand tapping gently on one of your shoulders, “There, there. That party was stuffy, huh? Do you want to stay here for a while?”
When you nod, he leans his chin on your head, humming in response, “We could stay here for as long as you’d like,”
In the middle of the way towards Mt. Yuogo, there you two stood, only for the both of you to sway into a soundless music, nothing but the hums of nature surrounding the both of you, comforting you even more.
VENTI - Hurricane by Anson Seabra
Such sad eyes, that was your first impression of his viridescent orbs.
A smile that could mask any emotions that may be on that lonely soul of his, jovial music that clouds the sad words that he’s been hiding inside that mind of his—anyone could be deceived by then, honestly.
The night you met him, it was as if a gust of wind had your heart pounding and your mind racing. Even without knowing his face or his name or his voice before, you felt that he was familiar.
“Do I know you?” you asked, and when you met his eyes, you were sure that the next words that slips your lips were affirmative despite his own answers.
“From a previous life, perhaps?” was your question, and he answered with a laugh.
“My, my, must you really be that curious about this humble bard? You could have asked for my name, you know!”
A liar, that’s what he was, and you knew it, he knew it.
Who was he to stop himself and bite his tongue of the lies that come out of his lips when he could still remember the way your eyes lost its life in front of him countless of times—all because of him, all because he was a greedy god who loved a human who’ll always meet the same fate as you would always do when you start to feel the same for him.
Fate hates him, but there is nothing he wants more than you.
XIAO - Can you hold me by NF feat. Britt Nicole
Not very many knew of the lone yaksha on the topmost level of Wangshu Inn, as well as the stories that lie beneath the surface that he holds upfrontly.
Cold, dismissive, very few with words; almost anyone would be riddled away especially if he wants to—he does, he needs.
“Desires? Ha. Do not judge Adepti by your mortal ideas. I have no desire.”
He does have one, actually.
His existence is an epiphany to most, but more so with the so-called lover who had tamed his heart—very few knew about you, and he meant to keep it that way.
“Xiao, you’re tense again,” your voice was like an angel, your touch was like feather, the muscles on his back easing up instantly at the contact as he lets you rub them gently and carefully, “relax, I’m sure you’ve vanquished the demons to temper the dangers for the meantime. You need to rest up as well, my love.”
He could never say no to you, not when you were beginning to calm the embers in his mind and the darkness of his soul.
It was not too long when he raises a hand towards yours, holding them gently before turning to face your form. He did not meet your eyes, but his lips met your knuckles; softly, mercifully, he kissed them with emotions that he doesn’t claim to have.
When you sat down in front of him, you were even more surprised to have him meet your eyes before leaning close; breath to breath, nose to nose.
“Can I hold you?” he found his voice even as he stared at the beauty of your orbs. You could only nod, voice restricted on your throat and from the pounding of your heart.
His embrace is rare, so whenever he initiates them, it is like your breath is being stolen away by him again. You didn’t know why he’s acting like this at this very moment; an act of impulse? Or is there an underlying reason? Either way, you were here to snake your own arms on his waist as you relished the love that he was willing to give you—the desires that he not so often speaks of, that he even denies he has.
Because even an Adeptus has desires, most of them just hide it.
ZHONGLI - More than words by Little Mix feat. Kamille
Like gravity, you found yourself being pulled by his presence.
Was it his face? His stature? His voice? Not that it mattered anyway.
“Mr. Zhongli, would you like a refill for your tea?” you inquired, smiling his way as he sent you one with his own politely.
You could only watch him from afar. Being a little bit shier than any other else, you could only stand as you see other people flock his way and try to woo him on their own. He’s a gentleman, the dream of everyone—including you.
“I am grateful for your kindness once again, Y/n,” he says before he turns his back, exiting your teahouse as you watched once again—your eyes following his form until it vanishes out of sight.
With a sigh, you could only hold a heart over your chest. His baritone voice, his piercing yet warm eyes, the way he said your name has your heart pounding and you were worried if he’ll be the cause of a heart attack of yours someday.
“Why don’t you confess already?” those were the words of your friend, Hu Tao, when she catches you staring at him again. An ideal pair, you two were, seeing as he’s the boss of the person of your affections. Although with your circumstances now, it’s very much likely, to say the least, to be friends with her.
“I can’t,” you say, a sad smile forming on your face.
Awareness is a rather scary thing, such as knowledge.
Cursed with the memories of your past, you knew better to stay away from him—Morax, Rex Lapis. Others knew him by many names, but you knew him because he was your husband.
“You know I can’t, Director Hu,” you looked at her and she soon sighs.
“Are you sure you’re not going to say goodbye? There’s a possibility he could see you even if-“
“We already did…” you cut her off, soul turning back from the man who sat far from both you and Hu Tao; soul turning away from the world you had once lived on, “it would hurt us more if I show myself once again.”
Wordlessly, Hu Tao understood, and even without a physical heart and lungs you felt your chest constrict as you ached to see him one more time—to feel that once rush you had when you liked him, when he returned his feelings, when you two had gotten married to each other. All of those will be left now.
“I love you,” you whisper to the air, to the wind, to the breeze; hoping it would get to him.
And in his seat, he whispered back, “Likewise, my dearest.”
But you weren’t there anymore.
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mornings at the market | thoma x reader
a part of @favoniuscodex fall festivities collab!! prompt - farmer’s market!!
thoma has always been nothing more to you than your best friend, business partner to your stall at the farmer’s market, and neighbor. but when you start feeling something in your chest that’s more than platonic, you try to keep your emotions unknown to the market’s number one baker.
tags: slowburn, requited unrequited love, pining, thoma is the best baker ever!!
a/n: this one goes out to the cute guy running the lavender stand at my local farmer’s market!! honestly i’ve been obsessed w the idea of baker thoma for like the last three months, and i’m so excited to finally announce this one :D a big thank you to axia for allowing to be a part of the fall festivities collaboration! it’s been a lot of fun working on this :D
saturday mornings at the farmer’s market were brisk and chilly. there was soft chatter amongst the stall owners who were doing the same as you currently were. the sun wasn’t even up yet, but you and your neighbor certainly were.
you pulled out the bushels of apples you had picked from the day before. your orchard never failed to disappoint, with the fruits unblemished and shining in the morning light. likewise, the vegetables were fresh and bountiful and seemed fitting in front of the store.
“coming in behind you, y/n!” thoma called out happily, scooting past you with freshly baked croissants in his hands. he was dressed in a cream-colored sweater, covered with a red apron. it was decked out in small pins and buttons alike, all of which were bright in color.
your stall was small in size, having just enough space for thoma’s kitchen and some cabinet space. it was decorated with a few small lights, hanging over the wooden veranda. currently, as the season was autumn, the flags that hung in front of the booth were orange and yellow. the counter at the front of the stand was a polished oak. the display stands were almost full, just waiting on a batch of biscuits to be completely full.
your booth wasn’t unlike the rest of the stands in the farmers’ market. you watched as the stand across from you hauled flowers onto the stands, chrysanthemums bursting with bright color. next to you, sara already had the scent of classic, mondstadtian breakfast food wafting through the whole market. you briefly heard diluc, owner of the largest stall in the entire market, call out something about seasonal wines needing to go in front of the stall, not on the counter. indeed, the building that housed the entire market was alive and ready for the busiest day of the week.
“already done setting up those apples, y/n?” thoma asked, making you snap up in attention. “i’m jealous. i still have my biscuits in the oven.”
“yeah, just about,” you said, turning to him with a soft smile. “do you need any help putting that in the display case? you should probably run and get those jams you said you forgot in the car before we open.”
“oh, that’s right! it would be a big help if you put this in the display case. and would you mind getting the biscuits out too? they’ve got about a minute left in the oven,” he said as he removed his flour-dusted apron. “i’ll be fast, i promise!”
thoma handed you the croissant, fingertips brushing against your own. your face heated for a moment but immediately dissipated as he ran off. as you slid the croissant into the glass container, you put a hand over your heart.
had your hands touched any longer, you were sure that thoma’s beautiful almond croissants would have been splattered on the floor.
in addition to being a great business partner, thoma was also a charismatic salesman. he had a knack for memorizing regular customers’ names, being quick on his feet, and staying calm when there were never-ending lines in front of the stall. he was often the one to be at the front while you assisted him in the back. as you pulled out another bushel of apples to place at the front of the store, you listened to what he was saying to the current customer.
“ah, good morning, anna!” he greeted happily. “same as usual?”
“that’s right. we’ll have an apple tart,” the young woman answered, pointing to the dessert. as if on instinct, you reached into the display case, pulling out the aforementioned treat. thoma was quick to reach under the counter and grab a simple box. you handed off the tart and he packaged it neatly. as he handed off the box with a bow, he was already printing out the receipt.
“a good morning to you, too, anna!” you nodded fervently before you busied yourself with getting out more containers of apples. she smiled in return, waving at you.
“hi mr. thoma!” a chipper voice stated, peeking out from behind the customer’s skirts. a young boy, no older than the age of seven, placed his small hands on the counter. thoma immediately laughed in delight, leaning over to match his height. “do you have any sugar cookies today?”
“i do! in fact, i have an extra special one saved just for you,” he replied in a sing-songy tone. shuffling around the cabinets, he pulled out a frosted sugar cookie. it was a small, maple leaf design, decorated with thoma’s steady hand. he handed off the sweet treat to the child, grinning. “it’s on the house.”
“you spoil him,” anna shook her head with a bashful smile. “really, i can pay you. i--”
“it’s just a cookie, no big deal,” he cut her off, firm in his stance. “the only thing he can pay me back with is a smile! that’s more than enough for me.”
you felt a grin come on your face. he really was the perfect business partner.
when noon came around, the farmer’s market had fewer customers than the morning rush. this was the time that much older folk stopped by your small stall, charmed by thoma’s personality. unfortunately, the man in question was out getting lunch for the two of you then, leaving the store to yourself.
“just that spinach and cheese quiche for today, dear,” the elderly lady said as you nodded. you reached into the glass case, retrieving the treat for her. after you pulled out the brown box and slid the quiche inside, you were quick to wrap it up with ribbon.
“will that be all today?” you asked as she nodded.
“yes,” she replied before tilting her head. “oh, but i do have to ask. where is thoma? he’s usually here with you. i wanted to give your husband the jam recipe he asked for last week.”
“he’s grabbing lunch right now. i can hold onto that recipe for you if you’d like!” you cheerfully replied, smiling at her. after a moment, you blinked, hands on the counter falling beside you. “wait, my apologies. thoma is my what now--”
“hi, granny ruoxin!” a voice called out after rounding the corner. the blond waved happily with the hand not carrying your meals. he slipped behind the counter, greeting you with a bright smile. “and a hello to you too, y/n. i ordered some of those rice balls at the front of the market that i know you’ve been eyeing.”
he handed off plastic bags to you, subtly motioning to the back counter as he continued talking with her. you took it as a perfect opportunity to still your beating heart, arms bracing against the counter. before now, you had never been insinuated to be romantically involved with thoma. you yourself tried not to entertain the thought often, face turning hot whenever you did imagine it.
“my! are these the recipes for the raspberry jam that you gave me last week? oh, i’m so happy!” he cheered in delight, looking at the small paper.
“well, dear, since you’re getting all settled down now, it’s important that i give you some recipes. in the village that i’m from, we give newlyweds recipes of some family classics.”
“newly--newly what?” he sputtered, face flushing red and tips of his ears blushing.
“oh dear, you never get used to hearing it, do you?” she smiled with her eyes closed. “hehe, it’s adorable. well, i’ll leave the two of you be for now. see you next week!”
unlike his usual demeanor, thoma stood with his mouth open and hands slack at his sides as she left. instantly, he turned to look at you. “did you--did she--”
you handed him a rice ball casually, but you were having the same reaction internally. “newlyweds, huh? i didn’t know we were married,” you teased, stuffing your mouth with food to hide your flustered expression.
he smacked his cheeks in return, face flushing even more. “y/n, don’t be like that! you’re such a tease!”
you couldn’t deny that your face felt hot with heat too. married life with thoma seemed impossible to you. he was your business partner, neighbor, and most importantly close friend. to even express that you had feelings for him could be detrimental to your entire life. but to wake up to him every day, to come back from the orchard to see him in the kitchen making your favorite pie, to see--
to see a matching wedding ring on his fourth finger.
you looked up from your rice ball, only to be met with thoma’s steady gaze. he observed you quietly as if he was thinking about something.
you quickly looked away from him, shaking your head with a subtle smile. you shouldn’t be thinking about things like that.
fridays before the farmer's market were especially busy for you and thoma. you had finished picking your apples for tomorrow, instead finding yourself inside of his kitchen. he whistled while he worked, happily whipping up dollops of cream. his apron was completely covered in flour in the preparation of over ten dozen treats for tomorrow.
thoma’s kitchen was by no means grand. despite it being small, it was cozy. the white cabinets with red curtains fluttered with the wind. the counters were a soft, golden brown wood, shiny under the hanging light above the kitchen. the shelves held endless amounts of sugar, flour, and spices alike. aside from old-timey music playing from his phone, there was only the sound of the mixer whirring back and forth. there were a few bowls out on the counter, mostly set aside.
the sun was nearly touching the horizon line and the wind was crisp and chilly. it nipped at your skin under your long sleeve shirt, and for whatever reason, thoma insisted that the windows stay open. you looked out the window, staring at the view of your apple orchard.
as much as you tried to focus on other things, your mind kept wandering back to thoma. your gaze naturally turned back to him. his loose hair was pinned back into a bun, but a few stray strands fell across his face. he hastily used his forearm to brush them away, only for the cycle to repeat itself. his stare, even while looking at something as simple as whipped cream in a bowl, was full of love and adoration. you selfishly wished that he would you that way.
“you’re awfully quiet today, y/n,” he said, looking up from the mixer. you nearly jumped out of your skin, finally matching his gaze. “is something on your mind?”
“i’m alright,” you shook your head, walking over to him. “almost done with all of your pre-made pies?”
“yup! just this last pumpkin pie and i’ll be done for the day,” he hummed before giving you a pointed look. “are you sure you’re alright?”
“a little bit stressed is all.”
thoma pursed his lips, and you knew he wasn’t going to push it any further. he pointed to one of the various bowls on the counter. “here, i know what’ll make you less worried. let’s roll out dough together for this pie. i’ll help you out!”
turning away from the mixer, he scooted past you, reaching into one of the cabinet drawers. there was a polished rolling pin in his hand and he whistled as he placed it on the counter. next, he turned away from the counter in favor of grabbing a smaller bag of flour off one of his shelves. finally, he reached for one of the aprons near his oven.
“i’ve never made a pie before. that’s why i have you, don’t i?” you grinned as you pulled it on.
“well, i find it relaxing. making something delicious for yourself and your loved ones is always rewarding!”
he pinched a handful of flour onto the counter, spreading it evenly. thoma then grabbed the dough, treating it like it was made of glass. his hands, soft and smooth, kneaded the dough back and forth. “pie dough is difficult to work with,” he said as he pressed his knuckles against the dough. “it’s so thin and flaky. but, i’ll know you’ll do a great job.”
he clapped his hands after he had sufficiently pressed the dough enough times. “you have great handiwork,” you complimented as he rounded out the dough into a small ball.
“that’s nothing, really,” he chuckled, cheeks flushing red. thoma handed you the rolling pin, letting the utensil sit in your hands. “here’s the fun part. do you mind if i stand behind you to show you how to roll out dough?”
“not at all,” you replied.
your hands that had come over the sides of the rolling pin were encased with his large hands. his chest pressed up against your back and his head nearly tucked into your neck. a light laugh left his throat, making goosebumps spread across your skin. “alright. keep your hands steady on the rolling pin. relax your shoulders. if they’re stiff, you won’t roll it out as evenly.”
you did as he said, watching as the dough thinned out. you felt a familiar thrumming in your chest, skipping a beat as his hair fell on your shoulder. he smelled of cinnamon, vanilla, and cardamom, key spices in pumpkin pie. you were glad he couldn’t see the angle of your face, sure that he would worry if he saw your flustered face.
as his hands left your own, you paused in your rolling. that was right: he was only helping you roll out your dough; nothing more, nothing less.
when thoma had suggested that you two simply spend time together at the farmers market this week, you were initially reluctant. “we’re known for being around every week,” you argued. “to suddenly disappear would blemish that.”
“come on! you hardly go on vacation, let alone take days off! it’ll be my treat,” he pouted.
which is why you found yourself in the middle of the farmers market, trailing behind him as he ran around like a child in a candy store.
he was right, it was a nice change of pace from busily running the stall all day. the scent of baked goods, spices, and herbs flooded your senses, making you sigh happily. thoma had already filled his canvas bag to the brim, carrying the freshest fruits for some jams, spices for seasonal pies, and even a brand new rolling pin.
as he was a baker, naturally, he found himself drawing near some of the baked goods stalls. “those are the cookies that everyone’s been talking about! they’re made with molasses!” he exclaimed, before quickly taking your hand and racing over.
“hey, wait!” you yelled, but he didn’t relent. you could hardly process that he was running before he was already chatting up the booth’s owner, hands moving animatedly. his charm was irresistible, green eyes so bright in the light. you were somewhat surprised that someone hadn’t come and swept him off of his feet just yet.
as he fished out his wallet, you noticed that your hands were still intertwined from sprinting over. your face heated up once more, contemplating whether or not to let go. it fit nicely with your own and was familiar to the feeling of pulling a pastry out of the oven.
“y/n, look at this,” he suddenly said while proudly presenting the molasses cookie in hand and making you snap up in attention. “it’s beautiful, isn’t it? perfectly baked and the decorating sugar just looks divine. here, have a piece!”
his hand left yours (much to your discontent) to split the cookie in half. he handed you the other half before quickly devouring it. you stared at the small piece in your hands, feeling the warmth still radiating from it.
quickly, you mimicked his actions, putting the cookie in your mouth. he was correct; it was perfect in every sense of the word. the dough was soft and melted in your mouth. it was sweet with a hint of spice--a perfect blend of ingredients. once you were finished, you looked at him with a wide smile. “you have a good eye. those were great!” you approved.
“better than the cookies i make?” he teased, a smirk coming on his face.
your face felt hot again and you rapidly waved your hands in front of you. “wh-what? of course not! i--”
you were silenced when his hand came to cup your cheek, thumb skirting over your bottom lip. you blankly stared at him, mouth agape and bag dropping to the floor. he looked at you intently for a moment before returning to his regular self. “oh! sorry, you just had a crumb on your lips,” he explained bashfully, hand dropping back to his side.
you blinked twice before snapping out of it. “i see,” you replied, equally flustered.
you stood in silence momentarily, letting the sound of the crowds fill in the noise between you both. your thoughts swarmed about the man in front of you. there was a small smile on his lips as he broke the silence.
“i’d love to do this again,” he said so quietly that you could barely hear him. “just the two of us.”
you swore your heart was going to be out of your chest. your eyes were trained on the floor in a feeble attempt to not spill your feelings in front of him.
reluctantly, you looked at him. “i’d love to,” you breathed out, and the smile on his face sent your heart into overdrive.
by two o’clock, most of the customers in the market were already heading home and it was the time that you often began putting away your supplies.
you stacked the empty bushels in front of the store, tucking them under your arm. thoma was still working in the kitchen, apron and mitts on. as you put away the baskets under the cabinet, he called you.
“hey, y/n,” he said, making you look at him. “come over here real quick.”
you stood up and turned to him, standing by the oven beside him. “what’s up?”
he handed you his pair of mitts before shyly tucking his hands behind his back. “do you remember when i said i’d like to spend the day at the farmers market with you again?” he asked.
you stilled yourself. “yeah, i do,” you replied easily.
“i’d like to do that next week if that’s okay with you,” he said, still timid. “but, um, i’d like to make it a little different this time around.”
you gave him a look as you put on the gloves. “what do you mean?”
“y/n, you’re the best business partner i could ever ask for. you’re smart and you’re kind and you always make sure that our business is successful.”
“thank you?” you asked, tilting your head.
“but i also...i also find you beautiful,” he added, making your hands drop to your sides. you blinked blankly, not able to believe what he was saying. your face seared with heat, burning with shock and heart slamming against your chest. before you could say anything, he continued.
“every time i look at you, i feel like my heart’s going to burst out of my chest. i can’t hold in my feelings anymore for you. i need you to know that--”
before he could say the three magic words that you had been eagerly waiting for, the oven beeped quickly. with a shy smile, he opened the oven door for you. a wave of heat pushed out all at once and you were quick to notice the sweet scent of cherries and vanilla. you leaned over, pulling out the freshly baked pie.
a bright grin came over your face as you looked at the dessert. “you’re so cheesy!” you exclaimed, smacking his shoulder.
on the top of the pie, instead of neatly done lattices to cover the pie, “date?” was written in perfect cursive. “is that a yes, then?” he asked with hopeful eyes.
discarding the pie and putting it on the counter, you only took his hands in your own. “of course i’d love to go on a date with you,” you smiled before pecking him on the cheek.
his eyes lit up in delight, immediately embracing you in his arms, and scent of vanilla and flour flooding your sense. he kissed the corner of your mouth, lips turning up in a smile. “i’m so happy!” thoma smiled, making you let out a giggle. “you really are the best.”
you only laughed as he continued to press kisses all over your face, feeling your daydreams of thoma coming into fruition.
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HIII i'm very thankful that you put anon on ;v; don't exactly want my main blog on show HDHHSHBSU but i wanna rq maybe thoma w a reader who has a praise kink too? they're just praising one another back and forth dyhsghssyh also maybe a bit of a breeding kink if you're comfy with that? i don't wanna push ur boundaries if you don't like that kink ;v;
djdndkd absolute mood anon, I'd be a hypocrite if I made everyone stay off anon tbf bc I've detached my mains from this as best I can too
extra content warning for biting/marking but only a little bit i promise <3 also i swear i Tried to put the breeding kink in there but it just didn't vibe right 😩
MINORS/DARK CONTENT DNI
Thoma being with someone else who also has a praise kink is just a recipe for disaster.
It starts subtly, both of you cooing gentle remarks of "yes that's it, so good" and the like between kisses and foreplay. When you notice just how much he's reacting to your words you want to do it more, to see the way he moans as you make him come undone.
But he has the same plan for you.
Which is how you end up with your wrists pinned down above your head, secured tight by one of Thoma's large hands, as he trails kisses up and down your body.
"You're doing so well for me, so patient," he hums, leaving a mark along your stomach. You'll find it later, in the morning perhaps, and scold him for it. But it's worth it in the moment, to see that pretty mark against your flesh.
As your breath hitches under his motions and from the praise, you still manage to utter out "hnn... good boy" as he finally moves back up to your lips.
He tenses and grinds against you, unable to keep up the unbothered act much longer. You let him slide into you at last and the moan he lets out is sinful, murmuring about how good you feel.
The gentle praises and compliments don't end, each of you desperately breathing out about how well the other is doing, spurring you on further and further. It's almost cyclical in the end, dragging out orgasms from one another again and again, always ending in sweet remarks and chaste kisses as you come down from your highs, only to end up being enough to rile you up to go again.
It ends up being a long night.
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🎄 holiday writing collab! 🎄
hi everyone! i wanted to host a writing collab that everyones welcome to join :) just let me know which day + character you would like to write for! i'll post the official master list later on!
-> character x reader only
-> any genshin character is okay to write for! (excluding teens and children)
-> suggestive is okay with any of the prompts! just no nsfw bc i'd like everyone to be able to enjoy :))
-> be as creative as you'd like!!
everyone who filled out my interest form back in early october: @eitai @eggmarr @clemmywrites @witch-hazels-musings @starglitterz @xiaophobic @bluexiao @cynettic @genshinspuppy @ohmykazuha @peachyphyr @albedostar @3rdgymbros @dootdootwriting @almondoufu
a special thank you for helping me come up with prompts! <3
dec. 1: holiday baking – @clemmywrites + xiao
dec. 2: ice skating – @xiaophobic + thoma
dec. 3: spending the holiday with your/their family – @albedostar + childe
dec. 4: snowball fights – @hopebunnywrites + childe
dec. 5: dancing to christmas songs & karaoke – @icecappa + venti
dec. 6: going sledding – @aeneozen + zhongli & childe
dec. 7: finding the perfect christmas tree – @cynettic + scaramouche
dec. 8: being stuck because of a snowstorm – @witch-hazels-musings + diluc & thoma
dec. 9: building a snowman together & making snow angels – @peachyphyr + childe
dec. 10: warming each other up – @bluexiao + xiao
dec. 11: cuddling/kissing by the fireplace – @dourpeep + albedo
dec. 12: going holiday shopping – @bumbleklee + childe
dec. 13: ugly sweater party – @dootdootwriting + kaeya
dec. 14: driving around to see holiday lights – @wisteria-writings + diluc
dec. 15: drinking hot chocolate – @aviquz + albedo
dec. 16: holiday movie marathon – @starglitterz + xiao
dec. 17: building a pillow fort – @bananaapplewriter +
dec. 18: building gingerbread houses – @xiaophobic + itto
dec. 19: opening presents – @genshinspuppy + kazuha
dec. 20: wrapping presents together – @bluexiao + scaramouche
dec. 21: preparing a holiday feast – @weakestpoint + diluc & zhongli
dec. 22: decorating the tree & fireplace together – @ohmykazuha + diluc
dec. 23: kissing under a mistletoe – @bumbleklee + diluc
dec. 24: christmas eve traditions – @bluewritesstuff + kaeya
dec. 25: christmas day!! – @3rdgymbros + gorou
dec. 26: roasting marshmallows – @miam0re + xiao
dec. 27: new year's eve party – @eggmarr + diluc
dec. 28: midnight adventures to the kitchen – @glazelilyy + childe
dec. 29: spending after christmas at a winter cabin in the mountains – @almondoufu + xiao
dec. 30: new year's eve resolutions – @stellumi + thoma
dec. 31: new year's eve kiss – @hopebunnywrites + zhongli
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hayy, i saw u need requests, so what about sub!thoma -needy, petplay, choking- headcanons with gn!reader? ^.^
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜,, gn!reader x sub!thoma.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨,, needy thoma, pet play, pet names and vulgar language (puppy, slut), use of straps, slight degradation, choking, masturbation, crying. minors dni.
𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚,, wanted to do headcanons, but i think this seems more like a drabble (?, anyway i hope you enjoy our little needy thoma here<3
A Thoma so needy that just a few simple words will suffice to make his cock twitch against the fabric of his pants.
“Will you be a good boy for me?” you question, looking at him from your advantageous position with the strap in your hands. He tilts his head up, placing his teary eyes on yours, asking you with his gaze if you could please already tear off his clothes.
You don't allow him to speak. Thoma is your little puppy, he has to behave like one and obey all your orders. He will do whatever it takes for you to give him the attention that requires right now.
Placing your hand over the bulge on his pants, you notice how there's a wet spot in the fabric, the precum leaks from the reddened tip of his dick. His jaw clenches at your touch, closing his eyes tightly and releasing a sweet moan that sounds like music to your ears.
Sooner or later, as needy as he is, this boy ends up unintentionally disobeying you.
“P-please... I can't take it anymore... ahh...” he whimpers, moving his hips against your hand, trying to feel the slightest friction on his crotch.
“So needy... just like the slut you are.” you spit disappointed by how he has behaved, causing him to lower his head, knowing that he has done wrong. Oh, he really does look like a punished puppy with that look of regret.
You proceed to remove the strap, only to surprise him when you replace it with your own hand. A mewl comes from his lips as you choke him, his tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth. “You enjoy this too, huh, puppy?”
At this point, any punishment from you will only make him even more horny, it's proven. Thoma's so lost for you that he cannot tell right from wrong when he's in your hands.
Your other hand ends up on his crotch again. You can swear it's even harder than before. “Fuck yourself on my hand.” you command.
You don't have to say it twice for him to start moving his hips frantically against your hand, letting out sighs of relief and pleasure. Your hand on his neck loses some grip, letting him breathe more freely than before, but still being firm in its position.
Look at him, poor thing. This cute boy can't reach his high on his own — really needs something from you too. He doesn't speak, but the sounds he makes give him away, those little cries... just take care of him already. He wants you more than he should. You really get to show the most vulnerable side of him.
Rubbing your hand against his length over his pants, causing the tip of his cock to touch his own abdomen when you raise the lower part of the palm of your hand to the top, and ending up pressing his balls carefully and slowly with your fingers. A few more seconds like this, and he ends up cumming all over his own clothes, moaning out loud with no shame as his eyes roll with pleasure. But you won't let him recover from it.
“Don't think we have finished yet. You need a proper punishment.”
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Thoma x author!Reader
A gift for @genshin-obsessed, because she thinks Thoma is out of her league and I disagree uwu (Side note: I'm not a writing blog and I don't take requests, sorry! This was just something I wanted to do for a friend)
Summary: Thoma finds himself increasingly occupied by thoughts of you. Is today the day he finally confesses?
Warnings: none, just fluff :3 maybe some secondhand embarrassment from Thoma? He might be ooc I'm sorry
Thoma was a man of many talents. If one were to ask him, he would say that his greatest strengths lay in his skills of housekeeping and cooking. Ask the Lady of the Kamisato Clan, and she would praise his kindness and loyalty. Ask the people of Ritou, and they would applaud his ability to resolve any conflict. However, when it came to matters of the heart, there was one thing that Thoma still couldn’t quite grasp: you.
In fact, you were the very reason Thoma was walking around the streets of Inazuma City instead of cleaning out the Kamisato Estate. Earlier that day, Ayaka had caught Thoma sweeping the same spot on the floor for five minutes straight. After patiently listening to a string of apologies, Ayaka gave Thoma the rest of the day off with a knowing smile.
“Why don’t you go find that person you’ve been thinking about so much and spend some time with them?” She had said before shooing him out the door.
Now, as he continued down the busy streets, Thoma debated whether or not to actually go find you. He knew you were busy writing your next novel for the Yae Publishing House, so he didn’t want to disturb your work. Then again, if you had been working nonstop as you usually did, Thoma felt responsible for reminding you to take a break (and if it meant he could spend the day with you, he wouldn’t complain). But to show up to your house unannounced would be strange, and maybe a little bit rude too. Thoma didn’t want you to think his every waking moment was occupied by thoughts of you, even if it was true.
A soft “oof” jolted Thoma out of his thoughts as he collided with someone walking in the opposite direction. The package in their hands fell to the ground with a thump. Thoma reached out to steady the other person, an apology on his lips, but he stopped short when his eyes met with yours.
“Oh, Thoma!” you said, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry about that, I didn’t see you there.”
“Ah— not at all! I should’ve been watching where I was going,” Thoma said. “Are you hurt?”
You shook your head. “Just surprised, is all. I didn’t expect to see you in the city, Thoma. What brings you out here today?”
You bent down to pick up your dropped package as you spoke, and Thoma followed suit. His hand brushed over yours as you both lifted the parcel at the same time.
You let out a giggle and Thoma quickly retracted his hand, feeling his cheeks heat up. He thought about telling you the real reason he was out here, but… no. Thoma knew you wouldn’t judge him for saying something so cheesy, but he didn’t want to push your boundaries with such a blatant confession. Thoma smiled awkwardly, trying to think of something else to say as you looked at him expectantly.
“Well, milady gave me the day off, so I’ve been walking around the city trying to find something to do.” He finally said.
“Oh, a vacation? That’s nice,” you said. “You’ve been working so hard, I’m sure you’ve earned it!”
Thoma laughed. His eyes drifted to the wrapped package in your arms. “You’ve been hard at work too, I see. Is that the book you’ve been writing?”
“Yep! This is the final draft. My baby.” You laughed as you cradled the manuscript to your chest. Thoma couldn’t help but laugh along. Your joy was always so infectious to him. No matter how hard his day had been, seeing your smile always made him feel better.
“Are you on your way to the publishing house right now?” Thoma asked. “Would you… like me to accompany you?”
“I’d love that! Thank you, Thoma.”
You continued down the street and Thoma fell into step beside you. He smiled as he noticed the extra spring in your step. He had always admired your dedication to writing: The way you carried around a little journal to note down ideas you had at any time of day; the way you spent days on end editing your manuscripts to perfection; the way you found time to hone your craft even with your busy schedule. He admired all of those things, yes, but what he truly admired about you was your kindness. You always gave advice and encouragement to your fellow writers, and your positive energy brightened everyone’s day. Thoma watched as you chatted with the clerk at the Yae Publishing House. After exchanging a few laughs, you handed in your manuscript and waved goodbye.
An excited laugh escaped your lips as you turned to Thoma and threw your arms around him. Thoma stumbled back, shocked. Before he could move further, you pulled back, a shy smile complimenting the blush on your cheeks. Thoma was certain his own face was just as red as he gaped at you, speechless.
“Ah, sorry about that… I guess I was too excited to finally be done,” you said, glancing off to the side.
“N-no, don’t be sorry! I— That was— um… that was… nice,” Thoma said, his face growing hotter by the second.
You smiled, and Thoma’s heart raced in his chest. He took a breath.
“Um… would you like to get dinner with me tonight? To celebrate your book, I mean— If you’re not busy, that is— I can cook something for you. Anything you like. I—”
You cut him off with a laugh. “I’d love that. Thank you, Thoma.” You stepped toward him and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you tonight?”
Thoma swore his heart stopped for a moment. He blinked as you pulled back.
“Uh… yeah. See you tonight.”
With another bright smile, you waved at him before walking off. Thoma stared after your retreating figure, still feeling the ghost of your lips on his cheek.
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Brain rotting from kitsune Tartaglia since Tartar is associated with foxes. Then kitsune Thoma and Tartaglia fighting over a darling.
You know there’s a ton of routes of where this could go from but since I’m keeping PG until I turn 18 in a month it’s gonna be fluffy ride ✨
Kitsune Thoma + Childe
fighting over S/O🔪
🩸Thoma overall is more of a pacifist but if it came down to something he considered of importance such as his family, best believe he’d throw paws at anybody or anything threatening his sanctuary
🩸That of which was you
🩸He already claimed you, so then why was this no good wretched Fatui trying to take what was explicitly his? He clearly marked his territory so kind of brave fool would be so bold as to trample upon the boundaries of what he called his
🩸It happened on the day where he was out commanding the troops against the invaders, He was confident in leaving his darling alone seeing as they thought of the Kamisato Clan as their new home
🩸But he didn’t take into consideration of his Darlings small yearning of wanting to be adventurous, and succumbing to their inner temptations they traveled just outside the Yashiro Residence
🩸And happened to run across a small orange fox who looked wounded and in bad condition they looked up with their big puppy dog eyes and you couldn’t help but to feel compelled to help out the poor “woodland creature”
🩸The fox offered no resistance as they relaxed and practically gave you the once over with their sapphire blue intelligent eyes checking you out with something akin to intrigue and curiosity
🩸You could’ve sworn that the mysterious worn a mischievous smug look on his snout as if he could understand everything you’re saying and was mocking you for talking to him in a baby voice
🩸Feeling embarrassed you quickly stopped and started to talk in your normal voice
🩸But nonetheless he showed no complaints when he was tucked against your supple chest heading onwards to your forever home
🩸Childe was such a rowdy playful Fox for despite having wounds almost like battle scars littered across his lean muscled physic, he’d always nip at you, while limping around the house like a damn crackhead, and overall was just a Chatty Cathy
🩸He still keep his distance from you sensing that you already had a mate as the scent was wafting off of you in strong waves, the one who bonded you must be strong he noted with curiosity
🩸He wondered who would be the winner if he were to fight your mate, for some reason his blood began to pump as his tail wagged in excitement of the fated outcome
🩸Childe also grew to like you as he felt the tender way you’d dress his wounds with care treating him almost as if he were made of glass
🩸And god your bright smile that sent shivers down his spine everytime you’d looked at him as he was the most precious thing in the world, your voice like honey as you conversed with him out of the blue talking to him as if he were a person
🩸Asking about how his day was, what kind of food did he like which he answered with non-verbal gestures since he couldn’t really talk in his fox form, providing him with a comfortable spot on your bed
🩸You really were the perfect mother for his kits
🩸Regardless of the fight he’s sure to have with your mate, he wanted you to himself
🩸It was basically a win-win in his book as he’d get a challenging fight and the perfect mate for his future kits
🩸While still appreciating the company since it can get lonely waiting for Thoma to return from his duties you took care of the troublemaker making sure they was feed and groomed
🩸When suddenly instead of keeping a comfortable distance away from you the fox began to rub up against you letting out little trills as it rubbed its snout against your neck, wagging tail almost hitting your face
”My lovely mate, I’m home—!!”
🩸Only to stop mid-sentence by the stench of another male clogging up his sharp nose with their musky stench, eyes dilated he quickly made the connection as he saw the ginger fox splayed all over your body looking back at him defiantly
🩸*Que intense growling*
🩸Barely managing to keep his composure he’s observant nature managed to piece together why this homewrecker was in his territory, due to the obvious wrapped bandages around his stomach and fore legs he deduced that unfortunately you were too kind to turn away this… Heathen in need
”I see your just as generous as always my darling but it seems that he’s healed and ready to be return to the wild, where he belongs ”
🩸No time was wasted when he snatched the little bugger up by the scruff of his neck outta your embrace, paying no mind to the determined attempts to struggle out of his hold paired with growls and full on bites to anywhere Childe could get his snout to
🩸Once they were out of earshot he tossed the fox like as if he were a bag of trash and stared down at him with teeth bared and eyes glowing with spite, his five tails where puffed up and ears were pinned back in a defensive stance
“Just who do you think you are?”
🩸The fox now turned human merely licked his lips as a snarky smirk found it’s way onto his face, as he replied back with a short quip unapologetic as ever
“Their new mate that’s what”
🩸long story short nobody was the victor but they both got some good hits in since they were interrupted by you rushing out to bid one last goodbye to the fox who kept you company
🩸At the last minute Childe turned into a fox
🩸Upon seeing the newly acquired wounds on Thoma and the fox you scolded them and took Childe into your arms of which he missed so much even though it’d been only 10min away from your loving arms
🩸Walking them both back to where you’d nurse them back to health
🩸Meanwhile Thoma was death glaring the fox, while Childe could only look as if he was the cat who ate the canary and so the rivalry continues
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Peachy: I once again write a drabble based on a video I saw. Thoma misses Mondstadt change my mind. I know that man loves the flowers there. He would pick flowers for you
You can’t quite explain it but Thoma has been off these last few days. His smiles seem forced and his usual peppy tone doesn’t even get heard these days. It does make you sad to see him in this state so you decide to subtly confront him about it.
“Thoma,” You slightly hesitate but you want to know what was wrong with Thoma, “Is there something troubling you these days?”
Thoma sets down his drink, “I wouldn’t call it a problem necessarily, but if I’m being honest, I’ve been feeling slightly homesick.”
“I’m sure it’s not a big deal,” Thoma smiles, “It’ll pass in about a few days I presume.”
Thoma tended to put people’s problem before his own problems, which was something you didn’t like about him. No matter how you try to bring up any issues regarding himself, he tends to brush them off as if they’re nothing. You knew that Thoma wouldn’t talk about it so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
It took a few days to complete your project but you were pretty proud of yourself for being able to accomplish it. In front of you were folded windwheels that were meant to resemble the Windwheel Asters in Mondstadt. This was your only option since the stormy winds of Inazuma wouldn’t allow them to grow. Only delicate winds like the one in Mondstadt provided that. If only you knew Thoma before coming to Inazuma, you definitely would’ve brought him a bouquet of flowers from there.
“Y/n are you ready to head on out?”
Thoma’s voice could be heard outside your door but instead of going out to see him, you offer a different idea, “I need help with something important, can you come inside to help me please?”
The door swings open and you smile upon seeing Thoma. A wide smile can be seen on Thoma but it’s soon replaced with a curious look. He has spotted the paper on your table.
“And what are those crafts on your table y/n?”
You pick one of the windwheels you made, “It’s for you actually. I tried to replicate the Windwheel Asters that are back in Mondstadt,” The windwheel is given to Thoma and you wait to see his reaction.
“Oh my! It’s,” A light blush starts creeping onto his face and he gives a sigh before speaking again, “This really- I wasn’t expecting this. I’m a little lost for words actually.”
You laugh at his expression, “You don’t have to say anything. As long as you’re happy is all that matters Thoma.”
Thoma is now smiling alongside with a brighter blush on his face, “Thank you though, this really has brighten my day. Windwheel Asters we’re actually my favorite back when I was a kid, so to see a replica made by you is really something. Once again, thank you y/n.”
“I can teach you how to fold them if you want to learn.”
“I wonder what other flowers we can make with paper,” Thoma picks a sheet a paper on the table,“Only one way to find out!”
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