allur1ngmoonlight

[allur1ngmoonlight]

under the moonlit sky - kazuha & gn!reader

1.1k words, fluff, love confessions

romantic love confession with out fav stowaway :) was listening to baby shred - luna li while making this anddd it kinda fit so yeah hehe

Kazuha was never one for love. The thought of being infatuated with someone only seemed like a burden to him, being constantly worried for their safety and having to know their whereabouts 24/7. After all, he never wanted to experience the same events that unfolded with his past friend, which he loved so dearly, the emotional scar being everlasting no matter how much he tried to conceal the pain or forget about it. Falling in love seemed like a nuisance, and he vowed to never do that to himself again.

You were a warm person, easy to be around and kind, always coming up to him with a cheery “Good morning!” and “How are you today, Kazu?” despite him isolating himself from the rest of the crew. He didn’t mind the intrusion, though, your personality being one that he could appreciate at any time. The nicknames you created for him made him smile, though it was nothing serious to an average person. After all, people had nicknames for their friends all the time, so how was this any different? The more he talked to you, the more he got attached, your playful persona reeling him in, getting closer and closer to you day after day. After hearing your story and why you were here in the first place, his heart ached for you, as he had been through a similar situation himself.

You had been in the Watatsumi army in Inazuma, and were a large part in fighting alongside the resistance, helping people get their visions back with your stealth and intelligence. You were a talented fighter, being forced to join the cause at a young age meant that you were skilled with many weapons and had a versatile fighting style. Until one day, while you were on a mission to retrieve an army of people arrested under the Tenryo commission’s command, you were almost caught by their General, and they sent out a warrant for your arrest, ordering the people of Inazuma to bring you back dead or alive. With the bounty on your head only growing bigger and bigger as the days went on, you isolated yourself from everyone, in fear that they’d betray you and hand you over. Eventually, your paranoia got the best of you, and you fled the city, meeting Beidou and her crew through Thoma’s kind recommendation.

He didn’t mean to pry, didn’t mean to open fresh wounds. He was purely curious about you, to know your reasons for boarding the Crux, to know more about you. And yet you welcomed him so openly, sobbing uncontrollably in his open arms as you told him how the guilt of not being able to save everyone still ate you up inside, even though you had been gone for longer than a few months. Despite all this, you still put on a smile for everyone, your bubbly personality making him fall head over heels for you. He knew the pain you were going through better than anyone, and he wanted to be there for you, wanted to give you the comfort he never received after the death of his best friend. Though you barely knew each other for long, there was an unbreakable bond between you. Perhaps it was the shared traumatic experiences by the hands of the Shogun, or the way you could both vent to each other without feeling judged or unwanted, each of you had a hole in your hearts that only the other could fill.

“It isn’t love” He told himself, as he let himself get comfortable with you around him, your laugh sounding like music to his ears. It isn’t love, he told himself as he stroked your hair as you fell asleep on his shoulder, his guard being lowered more and more everyday as he selfishly grew dependant on your presence. It isn’t love, he told himself as he gifted you numerous trinkets that he saw on his journeys, their uniqueness reminding him of you, the now growing smile on your face filling him with euphoria and a fluttering feeling in his stomach. It isn’t love, he told himself, while the number of sonnets he wrote increased, every line intertwined with something you’ve done or said. He was captivated by you, as much as he hated to admit it, and he knew it was wrong.

Was he scared of love, or the uncertainty of it all? He didn’t know, but you were a breath of fresh of air, different to everyone else. He didn’t mind if you weren’t going to last forever, the promise of you was good enough for him.

As the wind whistled and hummed above him, Kazuha was seen perched on the side of the ship, legs dangling over the edge. Its peaceful melodic whispers calmed him, rippling and blowing the Alcor’s sails under the breeze. The sun had started to set now, golden rays of light peering over the horizon, holding onto the last seconds of its place up in the sky. He had found that he liked this time of day best, the abundance of people meant that he was left alone with him and his thoughts. The silence was like a blanket, comforting him as he watched the water glisten below him, the powdered-white moon reflected in the glistening body of the sea. Haikus and sonnets were best created under the comfort of the night sky, after all.

Lost in his own thoughts, a slight thump was heard next to him, bringing him back to reality. Looking over, he was met with your eyes, glinting with the sparkles of moonlight. The glow of the night made you look beautiful than ever, he thought, his gaze lasting for longer than a platonic love. You looked back, lost in the opulent red of his irises. He absentmindedly rose his hand, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. If he was going to confess, it was best if he’d do it now, he thought. He gazed at the sky above, taking a deep breath before finally speaking.

”The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw your cheeks rising, a smile growing on your face. A warm palm cupped his cheek, turning his face to yours.

”I can die happy now”

He stared at you for what felt like ages, disbelief washing over his face as he got lost in your eyes for the umpteenth time. Soft lips locked onto his in an instant, as you moved forward to claim him.

Surely love couldn’t be that bad with you by his side

[allur1ngmoonlight]

drunk in love with you - thoma & gn!reader

1.6k words, fluff

it’s thoma day ! & what better way to start this account up than posting a thoma fluff from my ao3 :) i dont rlly know how this app works so sorry for any mistakes aha

You had just finished your work at your desk, thumb and index finger rubbing the bridge of your nose as you closed your laptop, sighing in defeat as the effects of the all-nighters you had pulled the previous days hitting you with all its might. It was 11pm, longer than usual for Thoma to be out. You had worried he had got himself into trouble, but 3 light knocks on your room door brought you out of your thoughts, awkward shuffles from the hallway telling you it was none other than one of the Kamisato’s guards. Reluctantly leaving your comfortable chair to get the door, your suspicions were proved to be correct, looking up to meet a tall man with sharp facial features and shoulder length black hair.

“Ah, sorry to disturb you miss.” He starts, concern laced in his voice. You didn’t blame him, you had looked like a mess from the sheer pressure you had been put through. As the events of the Vision Hunt Decree came to an end, you had been put in charge of sorting out the financial situation that had been abandoned by the Kujou Clan, leaving you with piles of files to sort out and send before the end of the week. Thankfully, you had finished it off in a matter of days, unfortunately sacrificing your sanity and sleep in the process, though. Thoma had pestered you into taking multiple breaks throughout the day, force-feeding you his homemade cooking when you’d refuse to get up and make it yourself.

That reminded you; where was he?

As if on cue, the guard spoke, answering your question in the process. “Thoma got a little carried away with the Yashiro Commissioner, and, long story short, lost a bet and is extremely drunk.”

You involuntarily let out a snort, nothing good ever comes out of making bets with Ayato. Composing yourself shortly after, you continue. “Apologies.” trying your best not to laugh again. “Did they send you to ask me if I can drag him back home?”

“That is correct. I believe he is still there now.” He replies, maintaining his stoic impression. You marvel at how well-trained the guards are, never losing composure even at a time like this.

“We have already attempted to bring him back, but he requests that you come personally.” You sigh at this, a faint smile ghosting your lips. Thoma is never one to get drunk, or even think about alcohol, claiming he has a low tolerance for it despite being a Mondstadter. But when he does get drunk, he’s the clingiest he’ll ever be, latching onto you like a cat desperate for attention. You didn’t mind too much though, the thought of him cuddling with you on the bed as you brushed through his hair making you smile. Especially in this time, where all you wanted to do was to sleep for eternity after dealing with the immense workload from earlier, there’s nothing better than sleeping with your clingy boyfriend.

“I’ll be there soon, give me a second to get myself ready.” You laugh awkwardly as you look down at your attire; pyjamas with messy hair that hadn’t been touched for a few days. Pondering for a few seconds, his name pops up in your head, right before he turns to leave your estate. “Thank you Hirano.” He nods his head slightly, acknowledging your thanks, and leaves you to it.

“My love is here to save mee~” You hear as soon as you enter the room, with none other than Thoma latching onto your leg as soon as you came into a 2 meter radius of him, the impact making you stumble slightly. The sickly smell of alcohol envelopes you as you open your arms widely to accommodate him, his face resting on your shoulder.

He rubs his head on you, much like a cat wanting to be stroked. “[y/n]!! Why did you take so longgg?” The mumbles and slurred words spoken in your neck confirming his lucidity had been long abandoned, with the assistance of none other than Ayato, who had been innocently grinning behind the both of you. Ayaka had left just before you had entered, claiming she felt tired, leaving you to deal with the disaster that laid out before you alone. You had made a mental note to scold Ayato later, moving Thoma’s arm to link around your neck in an attempt to support him as you guided him to his feet. He wasn’t too wasted, being able to stand straight, with the assistance of your body. But his tired facial expressions told you all you had to know about the events that occurred in the past few hours.

“Come on, let’s go home yeah?” You whisper, rubbing the sides of his waist in an attempt to comfort him. “We’ll be on our way now Ayato, don’t even think about making any more bets with him again.” You scold playfully, humour evident in the way you turned your head and smiled at him. He rolled his eyes in return, grinning evilly at you “We’ll see about that. After all, our housekeeper is quite the interesting man when he’s drunk.”

Walking towards the house, you sigh in relief as you turn the keys in the door. A small grunt is heard beside you, with Thoma clenching his eyes, seemingly wincing in pain. “You alright? It’s okay, we’re nearly here.” You whisper, pressing featherlight kisses on the crown of his head. He flinches slightly at your action, but then sinks into the feeling of your lips on his skin, resting his head on your shoulder yet again. As you opened the door, you lead him to the bedroom, tucking him in and checking his temperature. You frown as you look at the reading.

“…38°C. What do you do when I’m not looking, Thoma. It’s like I have to put a leash on you to keep you out of trouble.” You mumble under your breath. The slight upwards twitch of his lips goes unnoticed by you. He’ll get you back for that when he’s able to, he thinks. His closed eyes lead you to believe he had fallen asleep, calm, rhythmic breathing through his nose proving that the effects of the alcohol had finally caught up to him.

But as you tried to get up, a weak grip on your hand stopped you from leaving, as you look down to meet his pleading eyes, cloudy from the intoxication. “Stay with me.” He said, hoarse voice barely louder than a whisper “Please?” As he held your arm, you couldn’t resist his soft face, glowing warmly from the bedside lamp. You never could. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be embraced in his arms, pulling you down to cuddle with him. The heat from his body made you feel safe, like you were being protected. A stray hand finds it’s way into his hair, absentmindedly brushing through it, resulting in a pleased sigh from Thoma.

His voice shocks you a little, vibrating into your ear as you lay your head on his chest “‘m tired.” Smiling at his lethargy, you kiss his cheek, elbows lifting up your body to perch over his. “I know, I know. Have you eaten?” A faint shake of his head makes you squint your eyes at him in defeat. “…You’re going to be the death of me.” You mumble, resulting in him playfully nudging your arm and falling back onto his chest. “Alright then, i need to bring over the Mixed Yakisoba I made for you, since you didn’t eat it while it was hot.” Pouting at him to emphasise your sadness, he suddenly scrunched his eyebrows, concerned that you’d be sad. Seeing his reaction, you smile back, reassuring him that you didn’t take it to heart. “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

As you came back with his bowl of food and a cup of water, his face lit up, proving he was hungrier than what he led on. He perched himself up on his elbows and held his hands out to hold the plate, eager to taste what you had made. Despite not being the best at cooking, you’d always volunteer once in a while to conjure something up in the kitchen when you felt as though Thoma was cooking too much for you, which resulted in mini wars once in a while on who was to cook. However, some days he could not rebuke your offers, and today was one of them, so he’d welcome your creations with open arms, even if you thought they were mediocre. He savoured every bite of your foods, as he knew you put the upmost love and care into them to make them up to his tastes.

After finishing your dish, he laid down once again, ushering you to join him. You curled up into his open arms, relishing in his warm cinnamon and musky alcohol scent. Although this wasn’t his usual smell, you still felt at ease, melting into his soft embrace. Tired “love you’s” and “my angel’s” left his lips as he slowly fell asleep, eyelids battering in exhaustion. You brush your hands through his hair to lull him into unconsciousness, fluffy blonde streaks proving to be calming to run your fingers through, the slow rhythm making you fall asleep in the process. Hearing his heartbeat while laying on his chest made you feel at home, like nothing would ever happen to you so long as he was on your side. His warm embrace comforted you, enveloping your body with security as you fell asleep in his arms.

[allur1ngmoonlight]

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