#thoma imagines

[hanilessa]

» :、♡  YOUR ATTENTION

` Summary: You pay a lot of attention to your newborn child, and your husband has only to watch it jealousy. He lacks your attention.

` Includes: Diluc, Kaeya, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma x fem!reader

` Genre: fluff, romance, hints of jealousy

` Author’s notes: likes, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 my inbox is open for your requests! feel free to text me if you want to request headcanons or drabble. :3

part one! part two!

DILUC

Everyone knows that Diluc is quiet, assembled and calm. Always and in all situations. He rarely shows his real emotions to strangers. Because he doesn't trust them.

You've always been amazed at how differently he can behave with different people. And how "other" he is next to you.

Yes, he's calm and assembled too, expresses confidence and aristocracy, but when you're next to him, he becomes gentle and affectionate, ready to bathe you in love and care.

Therefore, when you have a son, it's difficult for him to ask you to pay attention to him too, given his calm nature. He feels very awkward, realizing that taking care of a child requires a lot of responsibility.

And he will be silent, watching in silence how gently and reverently you hold your son in your arms, singing a beautiful lullaby to him.

The sound of your voice makes Diluc feel very sleepy, and he also wants to get a little of your caress, falling asleep on your lap.

You will be surprised how clingy he becomes when you put your son to bed and Diluc immediately pulls you into his arms.

"Did you miss me?" Your voice and laughter flow like a pleasant melody in his ears, and the man relaxes, getting all your attention to himself.

"Yes. Can we spend today together?" Diluc's words sound pleading, as if he hasn't seen or felt you next to him for ages. And it was unbearable.

Taking advantage of the fact that his son has finally fallen asleep, Diluc leads you to living room, where you both can relax and enjoy each other's company.

As soon as you're in his arms, your son's loud crying startles you, and you look at your husband excitedly, preparing to rush to the nursery to comfort your child.

But Diluc only shakes his head, and a sly smile appears on his lips — not characteristic of him. Your knees are shaking.

"Don't worry, my love, the maids will take care of him. And you have to take care of me."

You think that sometimes he looks like Kaeya with his cunning tricks. But you nod, calming down, when the baby stops crying.

Now, please give him your affection and love, which he missed so much.

KAEYA

Kaeya is the exact opposite of his stepbrother. He is cocky, cunning, and very charming.

He loves to tease you and doesn't miss any opportunity to do so. Regardless of place, time and circumstance. He has nothing to be ashamed of, because in this way he shows his affection for you.

When your daughter is born, Kaeya's heart becomes soft and light, he no longer wants to tease or joke. He wants to show care for his child through gentleness.

But, when all your attention goes only to your daughter, the man feels a slight insecurity. Have you lost interest in him because he stopped teasing you?

All your attention is directed to your daughter, and Kaeya would be a liar if he said that he didn't understand why this was happening.

Your child is an angel in the flesh, so you're constantly next to her.

You're completely enchanted with your baby, which is why you haven't paid attention to your husband for a long time. And Kaeya doesn't intend to take it anymore.

He suddenly takes his daughter from your arms, and you let out a frightened squeak. He came up with a brilliant plan to get your attention and tease you in the process.

"Can I hold my daughter in my arms too?" You recognize your lover's signature smirk and pout your lips when he smiles slyly, realizing that your attention now belongs entirely to him.

He will laugh, circling with his daughter in his arms, while you, with an annoyed and worried face, will run after him.

You know that Kaeya is careful and won't let anything happen to your daughter while he's fooling around like that.

Your baby is in his reliable and strong embrace, so relax a little and rest with him.

"You have such a funny face, Y/n!"

And right now, it's more than enough for Kaeya to see your cute, funny face when he's around you and your daughter.

You're so funny and sweet when he teases you, which is why he's so happy to feel that excitement again and see the look of your embarrassed face, so keep keeping your attention on him.

KAMISATO AYATO

As the head of Kamisato Clan, Ayato is constantly busy with various important matters. He doesn't have much time to give you his attention. And because of this, he blames himself very much in this.

You don't blame him, realizing that he has a big responsibility, and humbly wait until he's free in the evening after work.

And while you're waiting for your husband, you spend most of your time around your newborn daughter. You used to have a lot of free time, but now you're constantly busy taking care of your child

So when Ayato realizes that he's tired and needs to be near you and rest, he gets a little disappointed when he sees that you're busy taking care of your daughter.

Ayato is a gentleman and will never insist that you give your attention to him immediately. He will wait.

Sure, he understands that the wait is always long and painful, but when you receive your prize after a long wait, it's always very sweet and exciting, isn't it?

If he really wants your unquestioning attention here and now, he will ask Ayaka to look after your baby.

He knew that you couldn't refuse his sister such a request, so your husband always took advantage of this weakness of yours.

When your child is in Ayaka's arms, you immediately find yourself in Ayato's arms, and the man winks at his sister in satisfaction, making you frown slightly.

Don't make that face! You know very well that he needs your attention, and now he takes what belongs to him.

You and he are alone in his office, and Ayato can let out a sigh of relief as you stop resisting his embrace and relax too.

"Are you doing this to avoid your job?" You ask slyly, teasing your husband.

He just chuckles and takes your face in his hands.

"No, my dear, I'm doing this to get your attention." He finishes talking and your lips meet his in a kiss.

Be with him now, hug him, kiss him, and he will also be with you, he will hug you and kiss you. He will give you his attention too.

THOMA

It's safe to say that Thoma is very economic and hardworking. The Kamisato estate is led by him, he confidently does his work.

This work brings him pleasure, communication with Ayaka and Ayato is very valuable to him. But sometimes he can get tired too, want your affection and care.

You're also a hardworking person, constantly busy with something, so you both rarely get to spend time together. And when your son was born, you had even less time.

Your husband was constantly at his work, and you were always busy taking care of the child, so you hardly noticed that Thoma really lacked your attention.

But speaking of Thoma, when he came home, he wanted your affection and attention, but you just smiled at him, holding your son in your arms, while he falls asleep.

The man lowers his eyebrows sadly, trying to make the cutest look he could. He was so sweet in that moment and you really couldn't resist it.

You asked Thoma to wait a little while you put your son in the cradle, making the man's eyes light up with sincere happiness.

He's very clingy when the two of you spend time together. Thoma loves to lay his head on your lap and enjoy the way you gently touch his hair with your hands.

"Let's take a break today from our duties and spend this beautiful day together." He says, and you understand that he really missed you and your attention.

You nod tiredly but happily and lead the man into the living room, where you both sit on the couch.

"Okay. Then tell me about how Ayato-sama and Ayaka-sama are doing. I want to visit them when I have free time."

"They will be very glad to see you, honey." Thoma nods and wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

For now, the two of you can relax, enjoying each other's company, and later visit Ayaka and Ayato with your child.

[maopll]

Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma and Ayato with an s/o who, when jealous, stays quiet and nuzzles her face into their chest.

SOLACE

# genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: I would SQUISH my face into their tits your honour

⌗:, warning: might seem female inclined, mentions if petnames & endearments, lil angst in ayato

⌗:, pairings: kaeya, diluc, thoma, ayato & gn!reader (separately)

You two went out on a date after a long time because moments like these were sparse because of his hectic schedule, hoping to spend a romantic time together only for a random woman to turn your mood sour as they started flirting with your already taken lover....he got the random lady away but your reaction is....

KAEYA —

Less than a dozen words were shared between you two while returning home. Kaeya has never been this tensed about the current situation. He has handled many of these with ease only since they were work related, but with you,it's a different story. He closed the door behind, and when he tried to say sorry, you suddenly tackled him and hid your face in his chest.

He was quite surprised, but his gaze grew soft as he hugged you back, his one hand caressing your head and the other one wrapped tightly around your waist. "Were you jealous dear?" he asked teasingly. "just...stay close to me next time someone approaches..." you said sheepishly, words barely above a whisper, but he heard your words. Your ears and face were almost on fire because of how embarrassed you felt since you got jealous because of just a chance encounter between your lover and a random lady. He let out a hearty laughter and kissed you because of how adorable you were acting. He promises you that he would never abandon you nor be the reason of your tears.

DILUC —

He was tensed and anxious, thinking he might have ruined your once jolly mood with just the appearance of a random woman who you clearly did not like. But oh god...this situation is bad, you weren't even talking nor holding his hand. Once inside the house, he hung his coat and made a beeline towards the shower so that he could think of some words that might make you feel better.

As soon as he stepped foot outside the shower, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your neck in his shoulder. He hugged your waist to give you support to lean on since your feet were clearly not touching the ground. His hair still wet, and the towel hung low on his waist. He was surprised by your sudden move. "Dear? you might get wet..." he further nuzzled your face into his neck, "y'know I did not like when you were around that woman...". His eyes grew wide, he was taken aback but he grinned softly. A soft chuckle reverberated from his chest and he softly kissed you on the lips. "why must I talk to another lady when I already have an angel beside me ?". You smiled seeing his lovesick face with a bright red blush akin to the colour of his hair.

THOMA —

He was already tired after all the housework he had to do and now he had to deal with a lady who suddenly started to claim him as hers. He knew your feelings like the back of his hand and he could very well understand that you didn't take the conversation between your lover and that lady very well.

It was already quite late into the night. While on your way he decided to confront you at the bridge in inazuma city. " [name]...did I offend you somehow ? please don't be angel I'm sorry.." Although you two share a lot with eachother and believed that none of you would cheat, he knew you felt jealous inside and being the good boyfriend he is he wanted to comfort his dearest the most. "so let me make it up to you plea—" before he could finish his sentence you kissed him, rather roughly, but that familiar love was eminent. "there...don't be sorry over everything...you couldn't have possibly guessed her trying to make a move on you yeah?". You held him close to you by his neck. "but! I still do deserve to be cuddled...I hope you are not going to take back your words babe?". He heartily laughed at your so adorable and sweet behaviour. How can he refuse the wishes of his beloved when you are acting so cute.

AYATO —

"dear? are you still mad at me?" he would quietly ask but your mind was still occupied with the idea of ayato with someone other that yourself. You loved him dearly and he reciprocated the same feelings to you. But you could never forget the difference in status and power between you two. Although he promised to not let the barrier of status in society hinder your relationship, you couldn't help but feel worried and sad more than jealous. However, you had to admit that you were, truly, jealous.

"Love?" he said a little loudly "I've been trying to call you..what happened?". Your mind has been so preoccupied the last few minutes that you didn't realise you were at Chinju forest. You abruptly hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "ayato, you'd never leave me right? you will always love me right?" you said softly but the pain evident in your voice. He knows you like the back of his hand. He caressed you back carefully and whispered in your ear with gentleness "I am forever yours darling" he turned his eyes to look at you "now dry those tears, you know how I would do anything for you". His words provided you faith. You cracked a smile on your lips "now my darling looks beautiful!" he kissed you on the lips and you once again resumed the journey towards your humble abode.

[zhxngii]

— Angel Thoma BR | genshin

꒰ঌ notes ໒꒱ :: 18+ under the cut, don't read if you're not comfortable with it! uh... enjoy reading bc i felt insane and hesitant on posting this. this is just something short, i may or may not expand and make a pt. 2..... ꒰ঌ contents ໒꒱ :: nsfw. angel!Thoma x Succubus!reader

angel!thoma could resist most things but couldn't resist this beauty that clinged onto him. the way your touch lingered on his body was just too much too ignore, too much for him to simply pass by.

angel!thoma who feels a bit guilty about the thoughts he's been having of you lately. the feeling of desire only grew gradually as his mind stayed on you, as you suddenly press your body against his.

during such a sinful act as to touching himself to lewd thoughts of you, he wants to curse him but it just feels too good. the feeling of you touching him also felt great.. almost too perfect.

angel!thoma who doesn't hold himself back once he's had a taste of you, it drives him mad once he's gotten you where he desired. despite his angel-like appearance, he's not soft, oh he's anything but soft.

angel!thoma who has you pressed up against the surface of anything nearby, preferably a wall. your legs draped over his arms as he presses you further into the wall, he keeps you pinned, not letting you move an inch.

there's not an ounce of guilt present in his actions, his expression once he pounds into you against the wall. only lust, desire and.. passion. the feeling of you clamping down on him, your nails digging into his back as you let out such sinful sounds was just too good to be true.

[tokkishouse]

hii i say ur " The first time you call him a term of endearment" post and can i request one where the roles get reversed with kaeya, thoma & heizou. fem!reader gets really really flustered hearing the term of endearment (perhaps one related to snow in kaeya's), tysm <33

(Sfw) Calling Each Other Terms of Endearment for the First Time

Characters: Diluc, Heizou, Kaeya, Thoma, Tighnari

Warnings: Slightly suggestive in Heizou and Tighnari's part, mentions of injuries in Tighnari's part

WC: 1.8k words total

Pt. 1, Pt. 2

He calls you a term of endearment first

The steady tick-tock of the clock reverbs around the study. Paper shuffling and ink scratching fill in the gaps, and the occasional chatter shared between you and Diluc adds life to the quiet environment. Days like this were normal-- enjoying each other's company even with minimal interaction.

The peace is broken by the sound of liquid splashing against the mahogany desk and Diluc's sudden groan in frustration. You look up from the book you were reading to see that ink had splattered on the parchment and his hands. He clicks his tongue and looks up at you, offering a small smile.

"Dearest, could you get a towel? Or just something to clean myself up with."

Your grip tightens on your book in surprise and you freeze in your spot. The redhead watches you strangely as you stumble over your words for a response.

"D-Dearest?" you finally spit out, incredulous. It's his turn to be embarrassed, his face turning as red as his hair.

"Y-yes, that's what I said. Do you not like it?" he's become shy, scared that he has overstepped his boundaries. You quickly shake your head, standing up abruptly and sending your book tumbling to the ground.

"I'll go get you a towel now!" you announce, quickly rushing out of the study. Diluc watches on, still embarrassed but slowly calming down.

He calls you a term of endearment first

"Two dango milks please!" Heizou orders for you two. You decided to have a stroll around Inazuma City-- Heizou had been busy with the recent Test of Courage situation and hadn't been able to spend some quality time with you. He promised that as soon as the situation was resolved he'd take you out.

And that's what brings you to today-- sipping on dango milk while you both sit on a nearby bench. You cringe at the initial taste, but stomach it as you chug the rest of it.

"Do you want to check out the Yae Publishing House next?" Heizou suggests, looking over. He stifles a laugh when he sees the milk staining your upper lip, unbeknownst to you. Seeing him struggle to conceal his laughter, you quirk an eyebrow up.

"Something on my face?" his smirk widens and he reaches over with a napkin to wipe up the milk.

"I didn't know you were trying to grow facial hair, doll. The white suits you," he teases, carefully dabbing away at the milk.

Your face warms up in embarrassment and you hiss at him, trying to bat him away from your face.

"Heizou please!"

"What? Would you rather I tell you what it reminds me of? After all, a delightful image appears in my head and I'd like to recreate it-"

"Shut up!"

He calls you a term of endearment first

"Race you to the beach!" you challenge, breaking into a sprint toward the beaches at Falcon Coast. Kaeya's jumps in surprise but is quick to recover as he breaks into a sprint himself. Despite your headstart, his agile body is quick to catch up and he soon overtakes you.

You both approach the glistening coast fast, and Kaeya's slides to a stop right at the shore, cementing his victory.

"Always just a little too slow it seems~" he teases, watching you jog up to meet him. You sigh, shaking your head.

"I could never beat the calvary captain could I?" he laughs, turning away.

You notice two buckets and a shovel resting against a giant rock and walk over to them. They look like children's pails-- one is blue and the other is your favorite color. You look up at him, and instead of his confident smirk, it's melted into a sheepish smile.

"I wanted to go seashell hunting with you. I used to do it all the time when I was younger," he begins and slowly trails off. A distant look twinkles in his eyes and the air turns somber. You clear your throat, pulling him out of it and you reach down to grab the bucket.

"Well let's get started then! Who knows, maybe we'll find treasure too!"

Kaeya's watches you carefully, and his smirk reappears.

"Oh? But I'd consider you the finest treasure around."

He's quick to dodge the projectile bucket, laughing at your flustered expression.

You call him a term of endearment first

"Thoma, where should I put this stuff?" you ask, looking over at your boyfriend.

You and Thoma were both housekeepers for the Kamisato Clan, although he had far more responsibilities than you did. Eager to help and already done with your chores for the day, you offered your assistance to him, and he was happy to have the help.

"Put it in the closet down the hall! It's extra stationery for Lady Ayaka and Lord Ayato," he answers, watching you carry the crate off.

He enjoys working with you as much as possible-- he has no problem taking care of his tasks on his own, but being able to have help, especially from his partner is always a bonus. You come back a few moments later, dusting off your hands.

"Sweetie, do you mind if I go and sit down? My back is killing me," you complain, placing your hands on your back to stretch. He waves you off, letting you take a breather as he presses on. Your words don't quite hit him until he's carrying another crate down the hall. Upon realization, he freezes and drops the crate on the ground, sending a thunderous noise down the halls. Nearby maids look over in surprise as the blonde stands there, dumbfounded and rosy-cheeked.

He calls you a term of endearment first

Having finished all of his tasks for the day, Thoma invited you to join him in feeding some of the nearby stray dogs. Happy to indulge in any spare time he had, you agreed to accompany him. It was one of your favorite past times to do with him. Watching the dogs slowly grow used to both of you was rewarding and it always left you feeling fulfilled and accomplished.

"Oh drat, we're out of some fowl," you complain, realizing your rummaging through your bag has turned unfruitful. Thoma looks over, frowning.

"I can run to the local market and get some?" he offers, but you shake your head, standing up.

"I'll go. I'll be fast," you promise, and you quickly take off to purchase the fowl. Thoma watches after you longingly before turning back to the dogs, showering them in affection.

"You all don't know how good Y/N really is," he begins, carefully ruffling one of the shiba's fur. "They're hard-working and kind, and they always offer to lend me a hand. On days that I don't see them, time seems to drag on forever."

Thoma sighs and sits back a bit, closing his eyes to take a break. The dogs all scramble to crawl in his lap and ask for his attention again, but he's starting to get lost in his thoughts.

"My sweetheart...my Y/N...I wonder if Lord Ayato has any ideas on how to propose," he ponders to himself, unaware of you hiding behind a tree. You had come back a while ago, but quickly hid when you heard Thoma talking about you. His nickname already had you fidgeting in embarrassment, but the idea of a proposal? You almost let out a squeal in excitement.

You call him a term of endearment first

It was a rare lazy day for both of you-- Tighnari had no patrolling duties and he was caught up on his research, meaning he could divert all his focus and energy on you.

Currently, you two were snuggled up on the couch enjoying the delicate notes playing from the record player ("It's this new technology from Fontaine!" you explained when you brought it home). His face was buried in your chest, ears pressed flat on his head while his tail resided in your hands, being carefully groomed by your fingers. The more you tangled his fur between your fingers, the louder his purring got.

"Tighnari, you're purring like a tiger," you tease, carefully slipping your hands down to cup his face and tilt it up so he can look at you. You squish his face, forcing it into a pout. He scowls at you, pulling his face away.

"What, am I not allowed to enjoy my partner's embrace? Should I be as stiff as a board?" he mumbles, burying his face in your chest.

"No no, it's cute I promise, love," you laugh, reaching back for his tail. You're unable to catch it as it starts wagging animatedly. You glance down at Tighnari, who willingly matches your gaze. There's a light of amusement shining in his eyes.

" 'Love?' " he inquires, and you smile down at him.

"Yes, is that a- wah!" you're cut off mid-sentence as Tighnari pushes himself up and straddles you, his clawed hands sliding up the side of your body.

"I want to hear it again, Y/N."

He calls you a term of endearment first

"Hey! Not so tight!" you whine, shooting a half-hearted glare at the forest ranger. He ignores your complaints, continuing the wrapping of your injuries.

"It needs to be tight to prevent unnecessary blood loss and make it harder for bacteria to enter the wound," he explains, carefully tying the bandage up. "I wouldn't be doing this though if some lummox didn't go into the withering zone without their weapon."

You cross your arms and look away from him in defiance, jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. You forgot to check your bag before you both went out, meaning when you arrived to clear the area out, you were weaponless. And those fungi did not go easy on you. Near the end of it, you were carried back to Tighnari's house with bruises and scrapes all over you.

"I thought it was in my bag."

"You were sorely mistaken," he chides, then turns to pack up his medical supplies. He leaves you alone for a bit and when he returns, you're hugging your legs to your chest. Anyone with eyes can tell there's a gloomy air around you.

"I'm not mad at you," he carefully reminds you, stepping closer. "I was just worried. You can't go rushing into danger unprepared."

You don't reply, still refusing to look at him. Tighnari sighs and plops down in the seat next to you, wrapping his tail around your body. You instinctively scoot closer, leaning onto him.

"I care about you a lot, and if something drastic were to happen to you-" he doesn't finish his sentence, biting his lip. Silence falls over you two, the clock on the wall ticking away.

"You're very special to me flower," he whispers. You jolt at his words, glancing up at him with wide eyes. You try to stammer out a response, words getting twisted on your tongue. He takes your hand and squeezes it, silencing your attempts to talk.

"Promise me you'll be more careful."

Now is "lummox" or "flower" the true pet name? 🤭

@seirenspinel Per your request I added Diluc cause he's my bbgorl and I wanted it to be 5

I personally don't think Kaeya's would call you a snow-related nickname? Even though Cryo is his vision does this make me hypocritical? maybe.

Lmao at this point this is becoming a series. Oh well! Requests (sfw and nsfw) are open~!

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Genshin Men's the one that got away part 2 featuring Kaeya, Pantalone and Thoma.

Kaeya Alberich

Cause now I pay the price.

Imagine being used to be very close to Kaeya and Diluc, with your parents being close to their father, Crepus Ragnvindr. You have always been Diluc's friend every since the two of you were a baby. So the arrival of someone new, someone as pretty and cute and Kaeya was something that both of you were happy and excited of, a new member into te family, a new friend to get along to.

Imagine you were their friend, always hangout out with the set of brothers playing around and causing troubles here and there. The three of you were just unseperatable, and you were also slowly being aware of the feelings you were developing for him.

Imagine Diluc has always been a brother, annoying little brother you never had. And Kaeya, kaeya was different. Maybe it was the fact that you knew he wasn't biological a Ragnvindr and he looked a lot different than Diluc whom you had enough seeing his face of already, but he was different. His smiles lit up your mood, your heart races when he laughs, when he messes with your hair. It was different, you never want to see him as a brother or anything close to it.

Imagine things started to took a turn when Diluc joined the knights and you didn't, Kaeya did follow his steps a little later though. You watch side by side how Diluc becomes the youngest ever appointed Captain to be within the ranks of the Knights of Favonious. "He's awesome, isn't he." "Hmmm." This is enough, just being there by his side.

Imagine pursuing to become a merchant. The three of you going on a different paths with the two closely related to. Diluc was already busy enough tk begin with causing you and Kaeya to be hanging out by yourselves. And those nights, those nights were memorable, it was wonderful. The way he laugh, the way he looks at you, the way the two of you were looking at each other. You can feel it. You might be young, people might say both of you were young, but you knew, damn it, you knew what this is.

Imagine it was raining, it was raining when Crepus died and it was raining when two brothers parted ways with each other with you standing in the middle of it. "Stop it! You're both going to end up hurting each other!" "Did you heard what he said?! Are you deaf?! Crazy?! You heard what he said and you're still sticking on his side?!" "I am not picking anyone's side in here! What I'm trying to say it that you calm the fuck down-! Dilu-! Kaeya!" As you tried to interfere midway, you were pull by the back of your neck backwards as a bird like flame of fires came into yours and Kaeya's direction.

Imagine that night, you gain a pretty deep scar on your side, cause by the burn of your best friend as well as the intense icy frost that comes after it. Not only that, not only did you lost your childhood friend, but you also lost him, Kaeya. "I'm sorry." It was pouring hard as he kneel by your side. "I'm sorry." He spoke once again, his fingers slowly slipping away from yours. "Kaey-" "I'm sorry." Then he left.

Imagine, one of the hardest thing Kaeya ever did was to walk away from you that night, knowing what he- what the two of you coulf have been has now down the drain, and will forever remain their frozen in time.

Imagine that same night the two brothers fell out, so does everything connected to them, you. Dilic left without a word. And Kaeya started ignoring you. Maybe it was because out of guilt, maybe it's because of the things he said that night. But if there was one thing for sure is that he won't see you, he won't talk to you. No matter now much you begged, he never did. He was all that you have now, and you're pretty sure that goes the same way for him, so why is he okay? How could he be okay? Fuck it.

"They left." "I know." "I heard they might not come back." "... I know." "You're not going to see them? They're still waiting for you outside." "... No." And so you left.

Imagine, Kaeya has always been aware that there was something going on with the two of you. You were quite different after all, different when it comes to him and Diluc. And it was quite obvious to be honest. So when he started ignoring you after that night, it was strange and funny. How his heart would often ache just by you calling his name.

Imagine when you left, a part of him left with you too. You were... everything after all. It may not be obvious, but you and Diluc were his everything back then. So as years have gone by, things like his were on the back of his mind, long to be forgotten. Just like what he was always hoping to. Or so he thought.

"One glass of wine please!" He utter with a smile, one way of teasing Diluc as the red hair started serving behind the counter when the familiar bell rings indicating an incoming customer "And one beer for me." And there comes the ache again. As the two head turn, one red and one blue. "It's been awhile." They smiled, the same damn smile they always gave them.

Imagine after a long moment of silence, he manage to hold up a smile. "Back in town?" "Oh you bet! It's been so long!" "You should have given us a heads up before you came back." "Oh please, I don't want to hear that coming from you, who left without a word, Diluc." You joked, even giving Kaeya a side eye as you made fun of the other guy, just like the old times but there was something obviously different. The way you look at him...

Imagine it was a joyful yet silent night for the three of you, with Kaeya just smiling, butting in for a few times but just there by the side, it was quite uncharacteristic of him, just casually playing with the wine on his hand before it was time to go. "Well, I got to get going." "Already?" You pout, Diluc scoffing at your reaction but somehow giving Kaeya a look of concern. "Duty calls." He laughs before giving you and Diluc a playful smirk then walking out of the pub.

Imagine as soon as he did, he let out a deep sigh before walking towards the direction of the headquarters. And just like all those years back, his heart ached every steps he take. Then he stops, look back, then look up then down to his feet as he hold a hand on his mouth. The way you look at him right now. "Oh Barbatos." He suddenly laughs. "I'm late, am I?" He added.

"Kaeya!" Unlike before where no matter how much you called after him, he did not turn around. This time, he turn around to face you. "Miss me already?" "Yeah!" You laughs, and oh celestia. How wonderful that laugh sounds. "Let's grab a drink in sometime okay? When you're not so busy!" "Alright, but your treat, okay?" "Aww! Come on now!"

You were a wonderful experience even if you're never mine.

Pantalone

Can all this mora buy me a time machine, no.

Imagine growing up with Regrator on a very poor neighbourhood, basically in the streets. It was pretty much forgotten how the two of you first met but what was important is that the two of you have manage to stick together in tough times. Being young, broke, and basically has no one to take care of the two of you. The two of you only have each other to hold on and lean on into. That was the childhood of the Regrator.

Imagine, now that he is practically the richest man in Teyvat, there was no other things he couldn't buy at the same time. There was nothing that picks his interest. "What do you think, (Your name). It's such a shame that the gift I was planning to give Tsaritsa was stolen within the warehouse, though. I'm quite thankful the things I've bought for you was safe." "..."

Imagine they said that the Regrator was a man of desire, a man greedy for money for some reasons for they do not know where he have come from nor his goals. He was also quite close to the Doctor, someone almost everyone was too scared to talk into. There were a lot of things that came into mind when asked about the Regrator but if there was something obvious that no one talks about was the torn, ragged and almost faded picture on his office table not fiting for its picture frame that probably causes hundreds, no millions if not much higher cause of mora. And no one was allowed to talk about it.

Imagine, life was tough for you and the Regrator. But you manage to make it side by side. You manage to survive though that poor environment. Then he started making money, he starts finding a way to get you out of then damn place. You were there when he started a new goal. When he started pursuing his goal. Life was tough, it was but at least you have each other by your side.

Imagine, Pantalone was wise. He was greedy, but he was wise. You knew that, you knew him more than anyone else. So imagine one day as the two of you gets back to the old worn house, if you could call it a house. You felt a sharp pain on your chest. Causing you to frown and reach out a hand to massage it. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just a little tired."

"I kept getting flashbacks nowadays." "..." "It was good- good old days, I suppose." He chuckle in contrast to the fake smiles and laughs he was giving other poeple specially in business. "I don't think I will be back anytime now, (Your name). You'll still be here when I came back, no?" "..." "I'll see you later, my treasure."

"Please... please please I'm begging you. Please treat her I- I'll make sure to pay la-" "Get out! I have no plans to treat beggars like you!" "No ple-" "Get lost!" As the door closes for the fifteenth time that night, and by the harsh impact, he ended up taking a step back that ended up with him falling backwards with you in his arms, keeping his arms around you to protect you from the fall as he could feel you burning up in his arms, quite trembling.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... Just a little bit (Your name)... Just a little bit." Why does it has to be this way? Eveything was doing fine. The two of you have finally manage to save up some money to start up a business and it was doing fine. In fact you would be having your profit in days to come even though you two were quite broke right now. Why do you have to be sick right now? No wait no no, he's not blaming you. Just. Fuck. If only he has a vision, if only those so called Gods could help right now, create some miracle. FUCK!

Imagine, as a new recruit fatui member carelessly and mindlessly barge in into the office room of the Regrator. Even foolishly touching things here and there in the room, as soon as he took a lift up a book within the shelf, the shelf moved causing the newbie to gasp nevertheless as curiosity got the best of the her, she followed down the road where it leads into a small cozy room but there was something which causes her jaw to drop.

Imagine, in the corner of the room was a glass like container, which contains a doll, no. It was too realistic to be a doll. It was a person. A person who seems to be sleeping but the newbie knew really well that that was a corpse. Talking a few steps to get a closer look. She noticed that the corpse was well dressed, be it on the silk that made up the clothes, the jewellery that compliments the overall looks of it to the shoes and even the (hair color) hair that seems to the styled by the best hair artist in teyvat. It looks like tons of mora was wasted on such corpse.

"I would have understand if they were alive, in fact it would have been worth the mora if they were only alive. Is it the hobby of the Regrator to dress up such thing? Such a weird hobby." "Are you done?" "Ah sir!" As the newbie was about to turn around, she couldn't, already missing her head. "Ah ah, look at the mess you made, Dottore." "You'll make a bigger mess if you took care of it. See the blood already staining the glass of your beloved?"

Imagine Pantalone rolling his eyes at Dottore who just smirk before leaving the room. He already had enough of the thing that was about to happen, besides he just happened to have a new lab rat he just killed because a certain someone wouldn't leave him alone to make something.

"Pantalone." He felt your hand clenching around his. It was warm. "You're warm" You smile. "I wish we could stay like this forever." "The Doctor is coming... Hold on a little more, okay?" Despite the intense pain you are feeling right now was you tried to hold on into every little bit of consciousness you have left. "Pantalone..." "They're coming okay? Just a wai-" "I'm tired." You snuggle even closer to him. "I want to sleep... Can I sleep?" "No... no no no no no no." "Aww. Why?" You tried to open your eyes. Wanting to see him again for the last time. "I lived a good life." "No, I haven't given you that good life yet. Not yet, please. Please please in a moment the doct-" "Pantalone... I'm going to sleep now. Okay?" As you shut your eyes forever, never once did the doctor came.

"I'm sorry, look at how messy the room has become." He apologizes as he approaches and hold on into the glass were you were being contained and preserved. "Since no one is allowed to enter this room other than Dottore, I would have him clean up the room." He sigh before pressing his forehead on the glass. "He said it woulk take time and money to find a cure for you but don't worry. I would be willing to spend all the money in the world as long as you wake up again, okay?" "..." "I cannot wait for that day to come so for now I apologize but you have no choice but to stay asleep."

I'm sorry for leaving so early, for leaving you all on your own to face the world, I love you.

Thoma

In another life, I would make you stay.

Imagine you were his childhood friend, his best friend, his partner in crime and the list could go on for so long as the two of you basically grew up together. His father being on of the servants within your household and him being allowed to stay whenever he would come to Inazuma after the vacation of his father back in Mondstand. To Thoma, you were someone whom he knows very well. After all, you were his first master to serve before the Lord of the Kamisato in present times.

Imagine you were the heir to one of the prestigious clan within Inazuma. And as the heir comes with responsibility, the training was very harsh and strict, you could never let your guard down even for a child who should only be enjoying wonderful things in life. But you are different, those (hair color) hair and (eye color) iris that your clan seems to worship, the true appearance and characteristics of a heir they say that would only come once per generation. It was nothing but a curse to you.

Imagine growing up in a strict environment. With your younger siblings basically neglected from the parental things that one child needed, you were the one to fill in the role for them. Giving them all your free time, making sure not to let them experience the same treatment that was given to you. Basically the puppet of the elders within the clan. To be honest it was exhausting. You knew your parents loves you at the same time the way they are treating you, saying it was for the greater good was something you hate then for. And to add the neglectful treatment of your siblings, you basically becoming the parental figure to them when you yourself is lacking one. And you hate them, you hate the freedom they have that you have and probably would never got.

Imagine that is where Thoma came into. The shy but kind boy from Mondstand who came with his father one day and started interactin with you. Following you anywhere, watching you do what you're supposed to do such as train and studies. It was strange to be honest, but the more he get to know you and the more you get to know him, the more he influences you. You started smiling, laughing. Started enjoying the little things in life you never really looked into before.

"Will you be back?" You cling into the hem of his shirt as he gives you a toothy grin. "I will, little lord-" "(First name). Call me (First name)." As soon as you said that, his eyes widen, then he giggle. "Alright, (First name)." With your little hands letting go of his shirt, "Wait." "Hmm? What is it?" "What's your name." "..." "I've been playing with you for a month and you don't even know my name?" "..." "It's Thoma." "... Thoma, huh." "Yes! Don't forget that!" Although that did earn him a roll of eyes as you turn your back at him. You never forgot his name.

Imagine the more you two grew close, the more you felt freedom within him. Maybe it's because of the land where he came from, Mondstant was it? The city of Freedom as they called it. At the same time, behind the laughs and smiles you express as he comes by. Was the more hasher and strict the rules for you had become. The more you were focused to the goal of becoming the perfect heir for them, as you should have become. It was slowly ruining you, it was slowly killing you from the inside despite the smiles and freedom you have whenever you are with your sisters, but more specially with Thoma.

Imagine, on your becoming of age. Despite the celebration of the whole village, the whole manor. You're not happy. You're not happy at all. All the unwanted responsibilities, the expectations. The lack of freedom, love. Your sisters and Thoma was all you have. They were all you have left and the music that Thoma have taught you. The music that seems to have set you free. But in order to pursue that dream, you must leave. But how could you leave?

"Are you alright?" He spoke as he stand next to you who was in the middle of the hall. "Why won't I be?" "You really look like you want to leave right now." "... Want to dance?" "Right now?" "Right now. Let's go." You urge him, standing up from your seat as you hold up a hand for him to take. And he did, with a smile on his and your face, you let him guide you in the middle of the hall, causing people to move away as you move, probably confused at the same time because this is far from the custom this country has. And this, a dance was something common to his culture.

"(First name)!" It was only after the dance that you part ways with Thoma and meet up with your sister when the youngest came into you with... a lovestruck look on her face? "Who was that guy?" "Huh?" What is this sudden feeling of uneasy? You have never felt like this before. "The one you danced with! Who is he?!" She asked enthusiastically. "I have never seen him before! Who is he?" "Huh?" This time, your lips unconsciously curl up, the feeling of wanting to laugh and throw up was building up all at the same time. "(First name). Introduced me to him, please?" Huh? "Sure."

Imagine things happened fast. One moment your sister came up to you and the next moment you were introducing her to Thoma who seems to took a liking on her. Making you realise that this was in fact the first time they have meet, your sister has always been in one of the spare houses within the village and not in the main manor. On the heirs stats in their and so does Thoma, who happened to be your best friend and one of your close aide when he was on vacation to Inazuma.

"Your sister is very kind. I think... I think I may have liked her." He laughs and so did you. At the same time something inside you broke. Was it your heart? Maybe? But for the first time in your life, the urge to get away finally kicked in as if you have lost all means of any reason to stay. So that night. That night you left, you left as you have no other reason to stay with so many things waiting for you, your freedom.

Imagine how hurt, confused, and lost they all are when you left without a word. Not even a letter. But then again, everyone in your family, sisters aside seems to have moved on easily. But eventually he does too, leaving your family clan into the Kamisato, someone your other sister was once in a relationship with too and work there while being in a relationship with your youngest sister.

Imagine years after you were gone. Came back. As the main family gathered in the estate. With him standing next to your sister, all these years staying strong and engaged. His Lord, Kamisato standing rigt across him with your other sister by his side yet knowing the cold look on his face, he knew his Lord wasn't happy. Your parents currently out the room, greeting you probably who came back after long years of disappearance.

"It's... been so long... everyone." It was a voice he haven't heard for so long. A voice he have long forgotten but knows who it was if he had heard it in the middle of the crowd. And the very moment you emerge into the room. Everything seems to stop, your smile. It was brighter than ever, than those nights the two of you would sneak out to have some fun. This time, he knew you were happy. "Thoma! It's been so long! How are you."

Imagine he don't know how to reply, his heart beating wildly on his chest upon seeing you again. He without thinking, he pull you into a hug, breathing your scent he have missed for so long. Oh Archons, how much he missed you. "Hahahahahaha missed me that much Thoma?" "Oh you little- of course I do! How have you been?! Are you coming back for goo-" Mid sentence were you pulled away from him, a pair of strong arms warped around your waist pulling you away from Thoma. "Too close." Your fiance pout on your shoulder. Huh?

"Darling, behave. Don't embarrass me in front of an old friend." You giggle but doesn't break away from your lover's arms. Huh? "Oh right, Darling. This is Thoma, the one I often told you about in my childhood, the one who taught me how to play instruments? And Thoma, this is my fiance..." he couldn't hear it. But he could hear the a cracking noise from somewhere. Was it his own heart breaking? Why was it breaking? He was in love with your sister. Why is he feeling this way? Should he be feeling this way? Wh- huh?

"What are you doing here?" You spoke as you emerged from behind. It was midnight, and it was right after the banquet that everyone was supposed to sleep when you two happened to see each other from the old stop where the two of you often meet in the past to sneak out. "Can't fall asleep?" You asked and he shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm the same. Probably home sick, I'm glad that my lover was able to fall asleep easily though, probably quite nervous into meeting my family, specially upon confrontation with my parents." You chuckle and sat beside him.

Imagine the comfortable silence, or at least for you as he was drown in thoughts. Thoughts he shouldn't be having but right now, he does. "(First name)." "Yeah?" "Would you leave if I told you to stay?" "Back then? I would probably have." "I see." "But I don't think we would work out." "... What makes you think so?" "My sister was inlove with you, and you were in the process of falling for her. You know back then I would do anything for my sisters" You chuckle, looking from to the sky then on him. "Right?" And then he look away.

"I should get going." "Already?" "Yeah, my lover would be anxious not to see me by their side when they wake up." "You love them alot." "I do." You chuckle. "I do love them alot. I wouldn't come back here if I don't." You shook your head before standing up. "Don't stay up later for so long, you may catch a cold." You spoke then messes with his hair then started to walk outside. "And Thoma?" "... Yeah?" "Thank you for staying by my sister side. It's really good to see you again."

I loved you too early, and you love me too late.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: Fun fact, Thoma and Ayato fell for the same reader. Another fun fact, Thoma and Ayato's idea came from my fictional novel 'She was' (totally not promoting.)

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things they remember

❥  summary: things they remember ab u and ur relationship!

❥  characters: diluc ; xiao ; thoma ; cyno ; arataki itto ; albedo ; tighnari ; venti

❥ content: fluff, gn reader

❥ note: just some cute fluff hcs!

… diluc remembers the smell of your hair, the intoxicating scent of apples and grapes that leaves him heady and dizzy, your face presses into his shoulder and his gloved hands twist through strands of your hair in a brief second of serene calm, and he inhales the most wonderful aroma that he wishes he could save forever so that all that clouded his mind was the thought of you, when he thinks back to his quietest, happiest moments, he remembers softness and sugar and apples and you.

… xiao remembers a color that gives him comfort, pearly, iridescent white, like almond tofu, misty opals, like puffs of your breath in the morning cold, the shade of the clouds that surround liyue’s highest peaks as you climbed them with him slowing down to stay with you, a determined smile fixed resolvedly on your face and the way you whooped, your gleeful voice echoing through the mountains when you finally ascended to the top, and your hands clutching his, that shade of hazy white he loves so much.

… thoma remembers the first date you had, a picnic underneath a maple tree with leaves as red as windwheel asters, a bouquet of flowers wrapped with gold ribbons on the cloth. the first time he heard you, really heard you speak after admiring you from afar for so long, and what a beautiful voice you had, what a beautiful smile, how you were so dazzling it almost was blinding. and today he’s recreated the picnic for your fifth anniversary, and you’re still just as beautiful as you were, even more so.

… cyno remembers that your favorite color is blue, that your favorite food is sweets with apples in them, that your favorite flower is padisarahs and your favorite person is him, your birthday, the name of your pet dog, the sound of your voice cheerfully singing out his name, your laughter at a silly one liner he made (and stored a thousand more in his brain to hear that sound again), he remembers the exact shade of your eyes, he remembers the feeling of you in his arms and warmth in his heart.

… itto remembers that you like the taste of sweet melon, one of inazuma’s popular flavorings, and every time he sees anything flavored with it he swipes it off the shelf, never mind how much it costs, and brings it home to you proudly with stars in his eyes. you laugh, try a bite of whatever it is – hard candies or smoothies or macarons – and then pull him into a hug and thank him from the bottom of your heart, and when he kisses you he tastes sweet melon, almost as sweet as you.

… albedo remembers clutching a caterpillar in his palm and crushing it into starry dust before opening it again and revealing a tiny, perfect butterfly that fluttered away in a breeze of silver glitter, your wide eyed look of absolute delight as you begged him to do it again, starstruck by his expertise and wanting nothing more than to see him do a thousand more feats of what looks like sorcery to you, and how you still treat him as though he’s a wonderful magician, a gift from the archons themselves.

… tighnari remembers an odd dream of his that he was lying in a field of flowers, soft cushions of pink and yellow, and he felt weariness drain away as he stared up at the sky with its golden sun, relaxed in the silence for once with responsibilities so far away, and then he blinked awake and found himself with his head in your lap, your fingertips tracing along his forehead, and you smiled down at him and cupped his chin in your palms as you gave him a kiss hello and his face flushed red.

… venti remembers blowing wisps of dandelion fluff off the green straw, watching the white puffs float away on a breeze as he wished, clutching clusters of dandelions to his chest with slender fingers as he bowed his head and prayed to a more powerful god than he that you could be his, that you could see him the way his throat choked up every time he looked at you and was struck silent for once in his life by the power of the love he felt for you, that one day you could reciprocate his longing.

thank you so much for reading, and pls leave a like + reblog + follow if you enjoyed!!

[angelltheninth]

Thoma Gets Flustered when Giving You A Hickey

Pairing: Thoma x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, hickies, grinding, flustered!Thoma

A/N: Thoma is the absolute cutest, the moment I saw him I wanted him.

Thoma is a gentle, sweet guy but he also loves very fiercely and strongly, with lots of passion

His kisses always last for a long time, he can't get enough of you

Because you have limited time in a day he tries to make every moment worth it

Doesn't intend for the make out session to get hot and heavy but he can't help but buck his hips into yours, your legs open to make room for him

A groaning mess, Thoma is not quite where he can put his hands so he leans his palms against the wall behind you

He can tell that you're enjoying yourself based on how your breath hitches, how you bite your lip and his wrist to muffle your moans

With your throat so exposed he nuzzles his nose against it, you smell so sweet to him, like that perfume he bought you on your previous date

Purely out of curiosity he starts kissing your neck, getting to roll against him, your breasts pressing against his chest in desire to get even closer to your boyfriend

When he hears you moan his name he pulls back, initially chuckling at you for being such a cutie but then his face turns pale as he notices the little mark where his lips just were

People do know about the two of you dating but he does not want people to know what the two of you get up to in your alone time

His face goes from pale to pink in a matter of seconds when you lean in and whisper that he can leave hickies in hidden places where no one will see expect for him

Just one hickey gets him embaressed he can't imagine covering your whole body with them

He places his palm on it at which you flinch a little

A part of him wants to see how you would react to more, a more flustered part of him really wants to leave and hide in a hole

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

Hi can i request thoma childe and diluc (seperate) with reader that falls asleep easily? Reader is always so tired that they can fall asleep anywhere

Yes you may, my dear! As we are all sleep deprived, would be nice to experience sleep. :)

Thoma ━✦❘✦━━✦❘✦━━✦❘✦━━✦❘✦━━✦❘✦━━✦❘✦━━✦❘✦━

He would find it very adorable. Like he would smile and blush every time he sees you sleeping weird places.

You fall asleep anywhere but a bed.

He would often cover you with a blanket, or wake you up if he had to.

He always seemed prepared to help you sleep comfortably. At some points he would be worried and wondered why you you always so tired.

But as you reassure him, he wouldn’t worry about it.

He would find it every cute when you fall asleep on him, but he would be jealous if you fell asleep on others, as he wanted to be the only one.

He would sometimes worried about you falling asleep in public.

He would overall just find it adorable and chuckle at you. Maybe even tease you about it.

Childe ─── ∘°❉°∘ ────── ∘°❉°∘ ────── ∘°❉°∘ ───

Childe is someone who is energetic and wants attention. So you falling asleep can be annoying for him.

He would feel like you find him boring, or it would be hard to connect with you.

He would often carry you to comfortable spots so you can sleep.

He would try and find ways to keep you awake, like give you coffee, and energizing foods.

He would try and take you to fun places and hope you don’t fall asleep to it.

He might feel like you don’t sleep enough, but if he sees you sleep more than normal, he would be confused and not understand.

Of course he likes it when you sleep on him, but he would mostly feel like you were absent in the relationship because he would like it if you can be more engaged into the relationship with him.

Diluc ┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈

Bro...HIM TOO LMAO

He IS UP ALL NIGHT TRYING TO PROTECT MONDSTADT, HE RUNS A WINERY, AND HE HAS INVESTIGATION ON THE FATUI

HE IS TIRED TOO. IF YOU SLEEP HE SLEEPS TOO TF YOU MEAN YOU TIRED, BRO IS TIRED TOO

He would 100% fall asleep with you and join you, and if you see him sleep, you would 100% join him and sleep on him.

He is falling asleep in places as well, but in private places of course.

He would share his caffeinated drinks and things with you, if you ask.

But he would join you, 100%, he gonna sleep with his beloved.

This is probably you guys love language and bonding moments.

You even defend each other when someone tries to wake one of you up.

Power sleep couple.

Like bro is tired too, like his lids be aching to be shut.

[https-capri]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hanilessa]

could you do a part two for the when they realise they love you headcanons 👉👈 they’re so cute esp childe’s oneeee

you don’t have to if you don’t want to but could you mayyyybe include kaeya and diluc?

` Author’s notes: hiiii, darling!! thank u for your request! <3 i really hope you enjoy it. i mentioned childhood friends to lovers trope in diluc's part and marriage of convenience in ayato's part. i like these tropes sm so i couldn't help but add it!

part one!

» :、♡  WHEN THEY REALIZE THEY LOVE YOU

` Includes: Diluc, Kaeya, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma x fem!reader (separate)

` Genre: fluff, romance

The realization of his boundless love for you comes to Diluc when both of you were running across an endless field full of wildflowers and fragrant flowers. Your hair fluttered in the pleasant summer wind, the sun illuminated your joyful and happy face, and your lips smiled with the most beautiful smile in the world. The ringing of your laughter, similar to the ringing of a bell, brought Diluc back to his childhood, when everything that surrounded him seemed so light, at ease and innocent. As innocent as you were. His childhood friend. And now the only love forever.

Kaeya's heart starts beating faster when he hears your ringing laugh that falls from your lips as you laugh at his stupid jokes and ridiculous flirting. Your cheeks are covered with a pinkish blush due to the alcohol you have drunk earlier, your hair is disheveled, your eyes are slightly sleepy. But Kaeya understands that now you're the most beautiful girl in the world for him. Please, he only asks that he always spend such evenings next to you, joking and enjoying good drinks. And also to be the one who can take you home after every evening in the tavern.

Ayato falls in love with you the first second after you entered the room accompanied by your parents. You were absolutely adorable, so small, in a beautiful golden kimono, with a bright blush on your cheeks. He never wanted to marry for convenience, and when his parents told him that they had found a bride for him, he cried for a long time and said that he would never love her. But when Ayato saw you, when he saw how beautifully your eyelashes fluttered framing your deep amazing eyes, he swears that he's ready to take that back.

You were an absolutely amazing and kind person and it always made Thoma want to be closer to you. As the older sister of the Kamisato clan, you should have been refined, light and gentle. But you were strong and brave. You were absolutely kind to servants and maids in Kamisato Estate and always eager to help them. Every time Thoma got in your way, you instantly found yourself next to him and offered him your help. He will always remember with trepidation how sweetly you smiled, taking from his hands a small stack of your brother's documents. And he will always keep your smile in his heart.

[maopll]

Could I request something like this https://www.tumblr.com/maopll/712602219674058752/hello-hello-may-i-request-zhongli-kaeya-ayato?source=share

but with Kaveh, Itto, Childe, and Thoma?

My muse | genshin edition !

#pt.1 here || pt.2 !

⌗:, where you draw your lover in a sketchbook only for him to soon find out the peculiar way you show your love and adoration for him ♡

⌗:, a/n: what if I draw them in jojo poses ?...

⌗:, warning: there are gingers and blondes and bullchucker. there's mention of blood in childe's part.

⌗:, pairings: kaveh, itto, childe & thoma w/ gn!reader

KAVEH —

It was a warm Sunday evening. The afternoon glow of the sun illuminated the room. You and your lover, Kaveh, are basking in the quiet comfort of eachother. On the sofa, you sat crossing your feet and sketching countless pictures of what or of who. Your lover sat on the other side, making minute and very careful details of splendid architectural designs. You noticed the way his face would scrunch up when he would make those little designs on the railing or even on the roof. The way he would do a soft 'yes!' When he got something right on his first try. You recorded down every single detail on the small sketchbook of yours. When you would feel his gaze upon you, you would be quick while closing the book lest he sees what you made.

However, on his birthday you decided to gift him the sketchbook. He was dumbfounded and asked why you would give him something you were using. Until he flipped the pages and marvelled at the beautiful drawings you made of him. for him. It was simple yet so meaningful to him. His eyes filled with tears with how pure and sweet your love for him was. You were his everything, a beacon of light in his world.

ITTO —

Having you as his s/o was like winning the lottery. There wasn't a single moment that he didn't enjoy when he was with you. Whenever he would be playing onikabuto fights with the kids in hanamizaka, you would shelter yourself under a tree and sketch away the little doodle of your lover. Capturing each and every little detail of his face. The way he would scrunch up his nose when he would be thinking of his next move or the utter look of shock on his face when he would lose for the nth time...

Nevertheless, you find this hobby to be quite comforting. The sun was already starting to set, and the kids had returned home. Your lover hadn't won a single round, but he doesn't care much about it. As soon as they were gone, he went up to you screaming, "Hey babe!" only to find that you have fallen asleep. It's alright he's strong enough to carry his lover on his back, but he was in for a little surprise. When he picked you up in his arms, he saw the sketches, doodles of his and his...abs? although he has minimum knowledge about art and anatomy, he was still surprised seeing someone looking very similar to him and his name on YOUR notebooks. Ofcourse your one and only oni should be the one to grace the pages of your sketchbook! and also to grace your soft lips!

CHILDE —

Bloodshed, Bloodlust, Bloodthirst. That's all he knew all his life. He barely found respite, but with your coming into his life, things started to get a lot better, and he found happiness with you.

Your lover, childe, has gone out once again to take care of some "business." Apparently, he has loads of things to take care of, so today was another one of those sleepless and quite cold nights in Snezhnaya where you yearn for your lovers warmth but unfortunately he cannot be there. The candle was lit by your bedside table. You used the faint glow it provided to draw on your sketchbook. After all, you needed something to help you sleep, and this was the best thing you could do now. It was 3 p.m. now. Childe entered through the front door into your shared home. He tiptoed softly and carefully to not wake you up since it was an odd time to be awake. He stepped foot into your room and smiled, seeing you fast asleep. It was quite cold, and your blanket wasn't on top of you. While pulling the covers over you, he saw him drawn on your sketchbook. He looked at the drawings and he felt butterflies in his stomach. A faint shade of pink was dusting his face and a small smile graced his lips. "ajax?...you're home?" you spoke in a drowsy tone. He smiled and said "I'm home" while removing the sketchbook from you and setting it aside. Although the room was quite dark, you swear you saw a faint glimmer in his eyes...

THOMA —

He runs back and forth around the house from morning to evening. As expected, he grows tired by the end of the day, even if he tries napping during his breaks. You, however, seize this opportunity to admire his angelic features more closely since he is static in one place. At least for some time...

The Kamisato Estate was obviously busy with him conducting some classes about housework and dealing with the housework of the estate. Finally it was four o'clock in the afternoon and he had finally got his much needed rest. While he dozed off on your lap, taking in the comfortable warmth, you were busy sketching away on your sketchbook. His eyes, his sleepy face, his ruffled hair, his parted lips. Not a single detail would you miss. When his rest was finally over, he got up, but you had fallen asleep. It's understandable since you also work around the house with him a lot. When he tried getting up, the book fell from your hand. Whilst trying to pick up the book, he saw his sketches on your book. He was amazed and embarrassed since he was drawn so intricately on such a small piece of paper. A soft hue of pink bloomed across his face. He turned his body towards you and gently caressed your face. He kissed your temple and whispered "sleep well dear.."

[zhxngii]

— Thoma | genshin ; 1.5k event

—INTRODUCING: THOMA. He ends up being your tutor, he not only wanted to help you with your notes, studying, whatever you asked of him but he solely agreed to this to get close to you. Oh, and he knows you feel the same way about him, what could this "study session" lead to?

❏ ( notes ) ; This is the third fic for my "ATTENTION" milestone post! I hope you all enjoy this bc I did <3 ❏ ( contents ) ; Needy & shy Thoma ; dry humping, steamy (//wink) make out sessions, & fingering.

Thoma was hesitant on agreeing to be your tutor, not because he doesn't think he's good enough for the job, but because it'll just be the two of you, alone. Thoma was shy, even the thought of just being alone with you made him feel giddy inside. He knew your feelings for him as well but never knew the right time to make a move, until today.

The "tutoring session" was a little less than studying but more of you two pouncing onto each other. After gaining knowledge about your feelings for each other, it's like a huge weight has been lifted off you guys' shoulders as your lips finally crash together. The kiss was so messy with how much you both desperately needed to be on each other.

The usually shy and timid Thoma you knew so well was replaced by something more... audacious. His actions had much, much more confidence behind them as he touched you. As he pressed himself onto you, you could feel just how much he wanted this, how ready he was to make this the best you've ever had.

As he ruts himself against you, he lets out these throaty groans that sent shivers straight down your spine. His mouth left open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck as his hands found their place under your shirt cupping your breast, pinching the skin lightly to make you jolt under him.

As bad as Thoma wanted to take you then and there, he wanted to play with you just a little more even if it meant him straining against his pants longer, aching for you to be wrapped around him already.

Thoma lets out little gasps, his lips parted, and eyes focused on your face as he slips his digits inside you. The sounds you made were music to his ears, he'd be lying to himself if he said he never wondered how you'd sound when being pleasured like this.

Thoma doesn't slow down either, no. Not when you're feeling so good on his fingers, not when you're whining so cutely for him. Each noise and each little shiver of your body under him, under his lips, made a tint of pink appear on his cheeks, he felt himself getting harder by the second. And it didn't help with how ready you were for his cock, his own fingers sliding in and out of you so easily, tightening around him once he reaches your little spot.

Thoma's mind was roaming around so much, filled with nothing but filthy little thoughts of you that used to make him somewhat embarrassed but now... he was able to make those little fantasies of his come true. if you were willing to cooperate with him that is.

[vriothesley]

the four places thoma asks you to dance with him.

pairing | thoma / gn! reader genre | fluff, slice of life romance, word count | 6.0k+ notes | an old fic i reworked. this holds a very special place in my heart ♡ huge thank you to @yakshahs for helping me with this one, as always. you’re the best.

loving you, loving me — a playlist.

UNDER THE STREETLIGHTS OF INAZUMA CITY, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT...

The streets of Inazuma City are quiet. Shoes against the pavement, you hear his feet kicking stones and you walk past post after post, seeing the way your shadows—yours and his—rise and fall under the dim lights. Together. In sync.

This silence is okay. Everything about this is okay. Thoma is here, and in silence, there is love between you and him.

Under the night sky, your hand brushes with his as they slightly swing. You don’t pull away when it happens, and neither does he. It’s a quiet declaration of something simple, something divine. This unspoken thing, in the space between, under the street lights down the path—I love you, it says. I love this.

You feel his eyes on you, but you don’t mind it at all. You continue walking down the city streets, and you wonder if he’ll stare at you until you have to part ways at the end of this road. That seems like something Thoma would do. I love you, it says. I love this. You hide a smile under his gaze before turning to look at him back, ever-so-slightly stepping closer to him. It’s subtle, and you hope he doesn’t notice. It feels warmer now. The warmth he has, the warmth he radiates, the warmth he is, comforting on such a cold night. You step closer once more.

“What’s on your mind?” You nudge his arm with yours, offering him a lopsided smile. His eyes never leave yours when he shakes his head. The stars that reflect in the deeper greens of his eyes move.

When your hands touch again, he holds it this time. He takes it in his and keeps it there.

“Not much,” he hums. “You look lovely.”

You could not hold back the small laugh bubbling in your throat at his words. I love this, it says. “Do you not ever get tired of showering me with your sugarcoated words?”

His steps cease, and yours stop with it. He tugs you to face him, pulls you into his space, nuzzles his nose on your temple. “They are not sugarcoated! It is the truth, I would never get tired of telling the truth,” he huffs. He wraps an arm around your waist, another holds your hand up. “Dance with me.”

It comes suddenly. It comes from nowhere. Dance with me, he asks. “Now?”

“Yes,” he simply replies. Thoma is an equally balanced man of thoughtful and spontaneous. “There is music playing somewhere, do you hear it?”

When you strain your ears to listen, Thoma starts moving. Slow, careful. How would you two look if someone were to see you here, in the middle of the night?

“Come on,” he giggles. “Dance with me.”

“I don’t dance, Thoma. I cannot compare to your grace,” you mumble, and albeit hesitant, you sway with him. “And I cannot even hear the music.”

When Thoma hums—whether as affirmation or dismissal, you don’t even know; you don’t bother knowing—he steps to his left. It was not any exaggeration when you told him you don’t dance, because you trip on his feet when you step to your right. The failed coordination is something only you, Thoma, and the street light above you bear witness to. He does not laugh, though. Neither did the street light. And the stars remain in their place in the sky.

The music seems louder now. You hear it. Perhaps the world turned quieter. Perhaps the world is now holding its breath, watching this unfold. Is the universe finding entertainment in this? In the ungraceful, uncoordinated slow dance you and Thoma share? Imperfect and clumsy. Awkward and inelegant. Perhaps it is the very essence of it all—the sheer love from a silly slow dance, in the middle of the night under the street lights of Inazuma City.

Thoma rests his forehead on yours, and you find yourself closing your eyes. It’s been seconds, or maybe minutes, or maybe even hours, but you kept dancing, and dancing, and dancing. There are trips and falls. There are moments of small laughter when you miss a glide or you step on his foot. Thoma puffs his cheeks out and pulls you closer to him. He stops moving to tap his feet onto the pavement, left then right. You could only pull away from him slightly, enough to let him see the silent question written in your face.

Thoma grins, “Go prop yourself on my feet so you can follow my lead.”

His response isn’t very much of a help. You stare at him, eyes wide. “Why?” your brows furrow, “Wouldn’t that hurt?”

“Maybe. But I don’t really mind. You seem uneasy with all the misses we had, and I don’t quite want this to end yet,” he shrugs, but you don’t miss the slight tint on his cheek. It’s a little harder to see in the harsh, dim yellow of the street light, but it’s there. You don’t miss the subtle quietness of his last few words either.

You nod at him, carefully settling your feet on top of his, wary not to hurt him. Moving your hands from the back of his neck to his shoulder instead, you grasp onto him for support. He holds you carefully, tenderly, not letting you fall.

(But that’s funny, isn’t it? You’ve fallen for him so, so long ago. And you would fall for him again, and again, and again. He would be there to catch you. He would be there to hold you by the waist and dance with you.)

Thoma steps to his sides, left and right. You step with him, a look of concern etched on your expression for the mere fact that you are practically standing on his feet. He dismisses your silent inquisitions with a soft kiss to your nose. “I’m alright, (Name). I promise.”

The music does not stop—and you wonder where the music is, actually. Who is playing? What is this tune? For all you know it might be a lullaby for a child, or a song for a loving mother, or a piece for two old lovers.

You’re perfectly content with being in Thoma’s arms.

The music comes to much more mellow harmony, fitting for the coolness of the night. It seems that it’s about to end, but the night is still young and Thoma looks like he’s having the time of his life like this. He looks absolutely beautiful here. He looks absolutely beautiful everywhere. In your arms, he just looks a lot more handsome, almost celestial.

When the music ends, Thoma slowly stops with it. You carefully get off him, planting your feet firmly on the ground, standing on your tiptoes to stretch for good measure. The feeling of the pavement seems foreign now. How long have you been dancing?

The only sounds were the light exhales that leave Thoma’s lips. He remains in his place, his arms around you and his forehead on yours. There is a moment of silence, and the stars breathe. Thoma whispers, breathless, “Thank you.”

You lightly squeeze his shoulders. “For what? For crushing your feet?”

“No,” he laughs. The stars laugh with him, it seems. “For dancing with me. For being here with me.”

The dim yellow of the light above shines a kind of spotlight on you. It makes Thoma look ethereal. He looks godly here. You’re sure you look just as breathtaking. With Thoma, everything is beautiful, even in silence.

AROUND THE KITCHEN, WITH ONLY THE CANDLELIGHT ON…

This is your first home together.

Thoma would most probably say something cheesy, like, “Home is wherever we’re together,” but to finally, really have your first home together feels exhilarating and almost surreal.

The moment you stepped into the house for the first time, you knew this was it. You knew that this is the home you would share. You remember seeing how the sun entered through the windows. You remember how Thoma walked around the small, empty house. Scanning the rooms, pointing at which walls you’d redo and which floorings you’d keep. Telling you how he thinks the bed should be by the windows, so you’d wake up with the morning view of Inazuma. Blinking excitedly when he asked for your input, smiling fondly when you agreed. 

You remember how the sunlight bathed Thoma into a kind of golden glow; how everything dull in the room turned into something otherworldly, unearthly. No empty wood, no blank wall. Just the sunlight, in your new home, with Thoma’s magic.

There is not much to see yet. There is nothing but cardboard boxes and dusty chairs all around. There aren’t even lights in the rooms except the kitchen. Granted, the only light in the kitchen comes from a single lit candle, but there is light nonetheless. There is still sunlight seeping through the open windows, which helps too.

Thoma insists that this is important to do first: to set the kitchen up.

(“We can go to sleep without fancy beds or work in the day without lights, but we cannot function with an empty stomach,” Thoma says, like an elderly man teaching children about the do’s and dont’s of life. Like a man of wisdom, one who has seen more in his life than most people have.)

Another thing he believes to be of priority is the small player in the corner of the common room. It plays some funky music that neither of you know the title of, and it has been on repeat since the day started. Thoma tells you that it’s to liven up the house while you unpack, but you’ve been moving boxes and sweeping floors with him and nothing seems alive but him.

Thoma walks through the entryway of the kitchen, and your gaze follows him from your place in the middle of the floor. You offer him a bored look, and he returns it with a slightly stern stare. It elicits a small groan out of you that Thoma chuckles at. You have no choice but to continue going through box after box, moving each item in place. You don’t comment when Thoma sets the sweeper on the counter and leaves the room.

When every box has been emptied, you move from your seat and twist sideways. Left, right. The stretch soothes the aches in your body from sitting for so long. You eye the array of things you laid out on the floor, and feel a rush of motivation to get moving. Thoma isn’t lazing around, so why are you?

You bend to pick up the nearest thing to your feet, empty salt and pepper shakers. On the first overhead shelf, to the left. Your steps are drowned out by the music from the other room, and you find the next thing to put in place after walking back. Two pans. On the hooks by the second shelf, to the right. Just above the stoves. Dish rack. Just beside the sink. Utensils. In the drawer below the sink, with the organizer Thoma handmade. A small potted plant. Why is there a small potted plant?– In the middle of the kitchen counter. You hear the music stop.

A ladle. In the utensil holder, by the stove. A perforated spoon. In the utensil holder, by the stove. A turner. The music starts again. An upbeat song that you and Thoma listen to on sunny days. There are hurried footsteps from the other side of the room. A spatula. There is a holler, and you almost drop the cooking utensil in your hand in surprise

“Archons, Thoma, what–”

You swiftly turn, and there, by the entryway, Thoma is on his knees with a broom in his hands. He mouths the words of the song and strums his right hand hurriedly, as if playing (quite inaccurately) a larger version of the zither instrument you once saw in the nation of Liyue.

You are at a loss for words. You cannot find anything to say. But Thoma continues, his eyes closed as if he’s passionate about this– But he’s passionate about everything, intensity in every moment. It shouldn’t surprise you that it extends to something as silly as pretend instruments in an empty home. Brooms in hand and knees on the floor.

Thoma opens an eye to peek, then he nods at you. Come on, it says. Dance with me.

You skip across the floor and stand just in front of him, laughing to your heart’s content, preparing to join his shenanigans by pretending to clear your throat before bringing the spatula to your lips. Dance with me. A groove to your left, a sway to your right. Pretending that the spatula is your microphone, the kitchen becomes your stage. Your arm swings with your moves, a dance that looks absolutely horrifying to professional dancers—or to anyone, really—but you don’t shy away. Thoma stands and throws the broom to the side.

He jumps around the room, careful not to step on the remaining things on the floor. He kicks upward, then throws his hands with it. He seems to have a lot of energy to spare, and with all the sitting and sighing the whole day, you do too. You run around with him, singing along with the music.

The setting sun enters from the windows and suddenly, everything is alive. With Thoma, everything comes alive.

This is it. This is home.

Thoma. In the kitchen, dancing around. No perfected moves, zero choreography. Just golden light. Magic, otherworldly, unearthly.

When sunlight is no longer streaming in through the windows and the wind turns cold as the night makes itself known, Thoma rests by the entryway. The sun no longer bathes him, the music comes to a stop. There are only breathless lovers in the kitchen of an empty house.

Thoma wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand before turning to look at you with a boyish grin on his face. “Had fun?”

You take a time to breathe before nodding at him, returning the smile, “So much fun.”

He straightens up, a determined look finding its way to his face. You don’t question him when he walks away and out of the kitchen, and instead takes the time to catch your breath. The broom long forgotten, the sweeper silent on the counter, the rest of the kitchen items you didn’t manage to put into place left on the floor. (Blame Thoma for this. This is his fault.)

You sigh, though. There is a smile plastered on your face that you just couldn’t brush off. It remains there, and you almost throw a laugh remembering how the previous moments unfold—running around the room and dancing instead of doing chores, like children. Thoma still does not return, but soft music starts to fill the house.

You turn to the things laid out across the expanse of the empty kitchen and find a newfound motivation to finish your chores. You pick up the towels, walk towards one of the drawers to place it there. The cups, setting them one by one on the shelves. Plates. Bowls. You hear Thoma’s footsteps grow nearer to you with each passing beat of the music, and when you feel his presence just behind you, he coughs, lowering the timbre of his voice, “May I have this dance?”

Thoma holds your elbow and slowly turns you around. He eyes the bowl in your hand before grabbing it and reaching towards the shelf behind you, pinning you between him and the counter. What a tease, he is. Your hand hits his chest jokingly and he laughs at this before circling his arms around your waist and kissing you on the cheek.

“Didn’t you just scold me for lazing off this morning?” you joke to him.

His nose scrunches at your words. “No, I didn’t.”

Thoma walks you to the spacious part of the room. He looks you in the eye before he starts swaying to the music. You roll your eyes at him, but you dance with him nonetheless, arms around him. The sun is no longer there, but the candlelight creates a silhouette of you and him dancing. The room catches your shadows, entangled in each other’s limbs. No empty wood, no blank wall.

“Not verbally.”

Thoma puffs his cheeks at this, and you tease him with a knowing smile. He pulls you closer. “We can finish this tomorrow,” he resigns. “Just dance with me, now.”

IN THE RAIN, JUST BEFORE NOON…

“I told you it would rain,” you snicker.

Thoma clicks his tongue in disappointment, shaking off his legs, wet from being in the rain. You carefully hold his jacket above both of your heads, leaning closer to him to get better coverage—a feeble attempt to shield off the rainfall.

You’re not exactly drenched, but you’re not quite dry. Not at all. Thoma has it far worse, what with letting you take up most of the space under the small cover as you run towards a small camp just at the outskirts of Chinju Forest. It seems to have not been used for a long time, its tent dilapidated and falling apart, not much of help than Thoma’s jacket.

He sighs. You squat down deeply to rest, closing your eyes as you feel Thoma’s sulking presence just beside you. He sighs again, turning to look up the skies with narrowed eyes, as if he could stop the rain that way. As if he could control the weather. He clicks his tongue when it fails.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, nudging you gently. His gaze falls to his feet and you could not even fathom why he is apologizing for something like this. Thoma continues, “We’re supposed to have a fun date today. Even with the rain we could be–ugh, if only I didn’t forget an umbrella. If only it didn’t rain– Archons–”

With furrowed brows, you grab his arms and carefully turned him to face you. His expression sports dejection, and on any other day you would have laughed and swooned, teasing the undeniable similarity of his pout and Taroumarou’s. On any other day you would have kissed his frown away.

But the kiss would come later.

“Hey,” you click your tongue. His face now rests on the palms of your hands, and you gently squeeze as some form of comfort. “I’m having fun, Thoma. It would’ve been much better if we’re both dry, sure, but that doesn’t mean our day is ruined.”

Your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, and you watch in wonder as it turns into a shade of red under your touch. The coolness of the winds and the rains does not help with the blush on the tip of his nose, too.

“You’re only saying that to make me feel better…”

With a light but steady hold, you lift his face up so he would look at you directly. Ah, there it is. Such eyes like Thoma’s could really rival Taroumarou if Thoma tries. It distracts you for a moment.

“I’m not only saying this to make you feel better. I am genuinely very happy. I’m happy that you went out of your way to ask me out today, despite how busy you are at the Kamisato Estate. I’m happy that you planned out a whole day for us two! Though it may not have gone as planned, I’m just happy that I get to be with you,” you chuckle at the way he tries to look away, but you keep your hold firm. There is shyness in his stance, embarrassment in his eyes. You took this as an opportunity to finally tease him, “And I’m very happy, because you’re being very adorable right now.”

Thoma grabs your wrists, eyes wide. He pushes your hands away, gentle enough to not hurt you but still enough to keep your hands away from him. You laugh at his clumsy resistance against your fondness. Still, you managed to hold him and kiss him tenderly. In your arms, he relaxes. It’s a split second yet it feels like an eternity.

When both pull away, you gently nudge him to follow you as you step out of the tent. “Come on,” you tell him, voice excited but still delicate. He could only respond with the furrow of his brows.

“Where?” he tilts his head ever so slightly. “In the rain?”

“Yes.” The answer comes without a hint of hesitation. Thoma just lets himself be pulled by you to wherever. “We’re already drenched, anyway. Come.”

Thoma does not protest, his jacket long forgotten, left on the muddy ground in the abandoned camp you took temporary shelter in. He would scold you for it usually, but he does not now. You run into the middle of the road, arms spread as you turn and turn and turn until you’re almost dizzy and the silhouette of your lover turns blurry. Thoma becomes more puzzled than ever, but only mirth leaves your lips.

You don’t know how it happened. One minute, you’re laughing and letting the rain soak your through. The next, Thoma pulls you into his arms, the warmth of his body on yours. He holds you close enough that you don’t even know where you and him starts and ends.

“What’s with you today? Hm?” Thoma jests. You respond with a laugh, leaning the weight of your whole body onto his arms. He places a small kiss on the tip of your nose before holding the back of your head close against his chest. “You have an odd way of dates.”

He laughs, and it has been laughter ever since you stepped out of shelter. You hear it echo in your ears and you feel his chest shifting with it. You decide to squeeze your arms around his torso instead.

Voice muffled against his drenched clothing, you retort, “Says you, Mr. I-forgot-to-bring-an-umbrella!”

“I thought you said you’re having fun, regardless?”

Such banter between you and him seems unfitting under the weather. If the gods are watching, you would curse them for the unpleasant day. Plans are ruined, paths are cold, skies are dark. But Thoma suddenly pulls you away from the warmth of his body and holds you by your elbows, arms straight, only to spin both of you around. Water sputters everywhere, and your shoes are beyond saving at this point. Nothing is unfitting about this. Everything is perfect.

(Maybe not the shoes beyond saving part, but Thoma is to blame for that.)

All the spinning and running leave you both out of breath, and the raindrops jump against the grass. If you listen carefully, maybe it’s even playing a rhythm with its pelting against the trees and the roofs of the houses in a nearby village.

“The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up,” Thoma says, breathless. “We should change our clothes into something warm, else we risk getting sick. The Kamisato Estate is just up the path, we can–”

“Oh, no,” you immediately reject his idea, hands in defense. “No, no, no! Thoma, that’s–”

“What’s wrong?”

“We can’t– I can’t possible impose– No, I can’t!” Your head shakes rapidly. “That would be so impolite, Thoma!”

“Ayato and Ayaka treat you as their friend, you know? You don’t have to be so prim with them,” he soothes you, rubbing your arms with both his hands. “We could have tea there to warm up. They have great tea, I should know! And they both have been wanting to see you again, since it’s been so long. I think they’re both at the estate right now–”

You grimace at the thought. “That’s even worse. I just–” A sigh escapes your lips, and Thoma waits for you to speak. He remains calm and composed, coaxing you gently and keeping you comfortable. That is just how he is, loving as he will ever be. “In the state we are right now, all wet and muddy, I don’t feel that it is appropriate.”

Thoma purses his lips, as if he’s thinking, then he nods, “Okay.” He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you in an embrace. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”

A quiet smile finds its way to your lips, and you lift your arms to brush through his wet blonde hair. “It’s alright. I know you had good intentions.” You hear Thoma hums, and you are satisfied with it. You rest your head on his shoulder, continuing to play with the hair on the back of his neck. “We could go home now, if you want. So we can change out of our clothes and wash up. Would you like that?”

“No,” he says. “No, let’s stay like this for a moment. Let’s just make sure to wash up as soon as we get home.”

“Okay.”

If the gods are watching, you would curse them. Under the rain, one afternoon in Inazuma, you had found yourself into your lovers arms. If you get sick after this, you would curse the gods. But…

But you feel Thoma’s heart. It is beating against your chest, and it rings in your ears. It sings a song, and you think, maybe, this isn’t so bad. Thoma moves, and you move with him. The rain dances on your skin, the pitter-patter of the raindrops fall freely on the ground.

The world dances with you.

Right, a dance. What you have with Thoma is exactly that: a dance, carefully done, graceful, wonderful, beautiful. Fluid.

A choreography may have its set steps, but each dancer makes it their own. With every new stage comes a new story.

This is your own dance. Your own story. A pas de deux.

IN MONDSTADT, ON A WARM, LIVELY DAY…

Perhaps you just don’t quite get it. Perhaps you would just never know what it feels like to have half of your being hundreds of miles away, because you have always been whole in one place and never more.

Thoma was not always the Thoma you now know.

He was not always Thoma, the well-known “fixer” of Inazuma. He was not always Thoma, the housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan. He was not always Thoma, Kamisato Ayato’s most loyal. Thoma, Kamisato Ayaka’s most trusted. Thoma, your most loved.

There was a time when he was just… Thoma, in Mondstadt.

Just Thoma, cooking hash browns for his Mondstadtian mother early in the morning. Just Thoma, strolling along the Mondstadt streets leisurely content. Just Thoma, spending his free days in the Favonius Library. Just Thoma, running around the fields in the outskirts of town with certain blue-haired and red-haired boys. Just Thoma.

“Is that them?”

Thoma pauses his small conversation with the fruit stall owner, excusing himself before turning to you. “Hm? Who?”

“The gentlemen you said you grew up with,” you recall, pointing subtly towards the center fountain of the Mondstadt city plaza where a red-haired man adorned with black clothing walks and greets every person they pass by and a blue-haired man with an eyepatch following suit. They both seem to be moving towards your direction.

“It is,” Thoma grins. You feel him move forward, excitement coursing through his body with every step he takes before he waves and the two men wave back.

You follow Thoma, staying behind so as to not overwhelm yourself and to let them bask in the joy of their reunion first. Your lover is as happy as one could be — in glee, in the way you had never seen of him back in Inazuma. Something about this joy, this Thoma, that melts your heart. It’s something so new, yet still so familiar. Because this is Thoma.

“It has been way too long, Thoma,” the blue-haired gentleman says in lieu of a greeting before pulling Thoma into a warm embrace. He pats his back a few times, and you hear Thoma laugh softly.

“It has,” Thoma replies. “I’m glad to see you again, Kaeya.”

You watch as they pull away in all smiles, then as Thoma faces the red-haired man with a subtle mischief to his grin. He gestures for a hug, which the man returns, though less touchy but still visibly affectionate.

“You’ve grown taller, Master Diluc,” Thoma teases.

The man, Diluc, snorts in brief amusement, “Well, I sure am excited you are back to make fun of my height. You and Kaeya loved that when we were kids.”

The three men burst into a quiet laughter, one filled with nostalgia and childlikeness. You see this with your own two eyes and you think that seeing the half of Thoma that you had never known feels so fulfilling. You are seeing him now, and you start seeing him whole. This is Thoma. Just as he is Thoma of Inazuma, Thoma of Mondstadt. Thoma in the Kamisato Estate, Thoma in the Ritou streets, Thoma in the Mondstadt Plaza, Thoma in the Windrise fields.

Your Thoma.

“The dance is about to start,” Kaeya starts once their laughter died down. “You still know how to hold the rhythm, Thoma?”

“Ehh, I’ve done some practice,” Thoma boasts. He turns to you after, flashing you a sweet smile. “Would you like to join? It’ll be fun! But I don’t want to overwhelm you, either, so we can just sit and watch if you want.”

You open your mouth to respond, but before words could even form on your tongue, Kaeya interrupts. “Oh Barbatos, how rude of us! I didn’t know you’d bring someone with you, Thoma!” he happily croons, “Spouse?”

A rush of heat and panic courses through your fingertips. “Oh, oh no–”

“Yes,” Thoma nods fervently, interrupting you before you could even defend yourself. His hand finds its place in yours, intertwining your fingers as it has always done before pulling you closer to him. You look up at him abashed, and he turns to you with a look that he knows. He knows. He knows. And he is not regretting anything, nor is he taking anything back. “Diluc, Kaeya. This is my spouse.”

“Goodness!” Kaeya exclaims, clapping twice. “Then I’ll be the first to ask, would you like to dance?” He puts his hand towards you, gesturing you to take it. He senses your hesitation so he continues. “Don’t worry, I can teach you, and you’ll be better than Thoma in no time. And we have quite!”

You glance at Thoma worriedly, and he gives you a reassuring smile. “Go on, (Name)!” Then he glares at Kaeya, “No funny business, okay?”

“Oh, don’t worry! I won’t speak about the time you were running home because you really needed to go to the toilet but you didn’t even get past your front door before your pants were soi–”

“Archons, would it kill you to shut up for a seco–”

Kaeya gently grabs your wrist, pulling you to the center of the plaza and away from Diluc and Thoma. The red-haired man waves and Thoma just shrugs.

Lively music starts to play, and a few people started joining in. There is not an order to the dancing in the plaza, since everybody seems to be taking their time to practice first. Kaeya taps your forearm twice, catching your attention.

“Sorry about that,” Kaeya sheepishly apologizes, “and sorry about grabbing you. I hope it’s fine.”

“It is, don’t worry,” you reassure. “Though, uhh… I don’t really know how to do this.”

Kaeya laughs, shooting relief down your spine. “Honestly? Me neither! But here’s what I know.”

The blue-haired man in front of you grabs both your hands, gentle in touch. You feel the calluses on his fingertips. He guides you to move, left and right. “Kick out your left foot, then your right. Alternate them in steps forward…” He instructs, one by one, as he moves in unison with you. “...Aaaaand, turn!” Kaeya turns you around, holding you steady with an arm to your elbow when you stumble slightly.

You feel your heartbeat grow quicker with the excitement and nerves, and Kaeya smiles at you with a look that says, that was great! You’re doing great! You glance behind him, locking eyes with Thoma and he raises a high thumbs up to you, easing the tension you didn’t know you had stuck in your body.

“That’s all there is to it, actually,” Kaeya explains. “It’s just a series of repetitions. Kick, left and right. Step, left and right, then turn! You already got the hang of it.”

The music continues and both you and Kaeya move to it. The sun is at its perfect place in the sky, and the city is starting to find its rhythm. Everyone dancing begins to neatly follow their parts in the plaza, and you’re glad that you haven’t stumbled once since you last did when Kaeya was teaching you.

“You know,” Kaeya starts, kicking, left right, stepping, left right, turn. “He was the best behaved child among all of us in Mondstadt. Not even Diluc could compare, because our father would always tell us how good of a boy Thoma was, and we should be more like him.”

Kick, left and right. Step, left and right. Turn. Kaeya chuckles lowly. “Of course I never listened, and neither did Diluc.”

You nod in acknowledgement, gesturing him to continue and that you’re intently listening. You get to hear snippets of Thoma’s life long before you two ever met.

“He’s a great man. I’m sure you know that, too.”

Before you could even continue on with the conversation, a gloved hand gently nudges your elbow and you turn to look. Diluc stands before you two, looking at you with his fiery eyes. “May I?”

“Oh,” you glance at Kaeya, gaze asking. He nods, carefully pushing you into Diluc’s reach without missing a beat. “Of course!”

Kick, left and right. Step, left and right. Turn. Turn. Turn.

“How are you enjoying Mondstadt so far?”

“Uhh,” you try to speak, but not being used to dancing tires you too quickly if you try to speak, “It’s been great. Happy. To see Thoma’s childhood.”

Diluc rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs, apologetic in his actions. “Sorry, you don’t have to talk if you can’t. I’ll do the talking,” he coughs. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Turn. Left, right. “Although I’m not very good at talking either.”

“It’s fine, Diluc,” you grin at him reassuringly. “I’m just not very athletic and definitely not very good at dancing.”

“You’re doing great,” Diluc says.

More people started to join the dance, and everybody else not in the center claps to the lively music. A few people started bringing their instruments and adding to the bustling city their own flavors of music. Kick, left, right, left, right. Step, left, right, left, right. Turn. Turn. Turn.

“Thoma was a good boy,” Diluc wonders aloud, “and now he has grown into a great man.”

You nod in agreement, smiling at the parallel anecdotes from both Kaeya and Diluc. You decide to respond, “He has. He is a great man.”

“I see it. You are so lucky to have him,” Diluc nods, smiling to himself. “But I’m sure he’s just as lucky to have you as well.”

You find comfort in the warm words of Diluc, and you grin inwardly, looking down to try and hide it. He holds you and guides you with ease and grace, and the city of Mondstadt becomes a part of you as well.

It’s so fulfilling. To be able to see the half of Thoma, and to become a part of his whole.

Your eyes look around, searching for the blonde-haired boy, and you see him skipping towards you. He moves to the beat, moving closer inch by inch. He never misses, and you realize that he has danced his whole life. He has danced every part of who he is and he has asked you to dance with him.

Diluc offers your hand to Thoma, and he waves you a small goodbye before moving to the side. Thoma kisses your palm, never losing rhythm.

“Dance with me?”

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[chastiefoul]

all taken care of. | thoma

turns out the rock solid and dependable thoma has a tendency to be clingy when he's sick.

1k words. just fluff and soft.

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it was this morning when the news was brought to you telling thoma has come down with a slight fever. to say it's strange was an understatement. your ever so reliable boyfriend who's so fond on taking care of people that he's always in a top-notch condition got sick? but alas, after witnessing his condition with your own very eyes, it turns out the news was no deception.

his body glued to his futon, breath somewhat ragged, his cheeks dusted red. you frowned seeing he's in pain.

"____?" he called out meekly, probably sensing a familiar presence. "i'm here, do you need something?" you combed his golden locks back, carefully not to disrupt the position of the towel on his forehead. his eyes still in a daze, the discomfort of the illness was apparent on his expression. "you should go back home, i don't want you catching what i have," he said, although it was quite obvious that he did not want you going anywhere by the way he was already holding your hand the moment he saw you.

"hmm, are you sure?" you said teasingly, staring at your still tightly-gripped hand. thoma was quite for a moment, torn between indulging his vulnerable selfish desire or letting you go. he nodded as a response, reluctantly loosening his hold on your hand. you just chuckled at his generous stubbornness. it would have been perfectly fine if he wanted you to stay.

"well i can't really say no to a sick person can i? i'll come back later then, feel better soon love." you leaned in and kissed his half-lidded eyelid gently. however before you could get back up you felt his hands entrapped you, pulling you so your body stayed on top of him. "umm thoma, honey?" you called him, worried something might be wrong.

"want you to stayyy," he whimpered; finally giving in. his tone was almost childlike, sounded so needy that you could not really believe your ear. however this made you giddy.

you love your reliable boyfriend with all or your heart, but sometimes you were worried that he's not putting himself first at times. you also wanted to be the one who takes care of him. and in this moment of weakness, a chance finally arrived that you could pamper and spoil him rotten without him attempting to turn the tables on you. also may you add that clingy thoma was extremely adorable.

"and i'm here baby i'm not going anywhere," you said as you raise your head, resting your gaze on his reddened face. "but to make sure," he trailed off, taking the towel on his forehead and put it aside. "thoma, you needed that-" but before you could finish your sentence, suddenly you were under him, the golden-haired male rested his head on your chest, getting comfortable. this way, you couldn’t really go now could you? "it's fine, the fever wasn't that bad anyway," he mumbled although he obviously shouldn't be the judge of that.

you sighed softly, "should i really be taking the word of a man who's clearly delirious?" you played with his hair, untangling the tangled strand of locks here and there. "if anything, i think you could be a little lenient to your poor and weak sick lover." he said, palpably satisfied as to how the whole thing escalated.

-

that was four hours ago.

you had watched him nap, talked a little, but there's still no sign of him letting you go any soon. or in other words, you're really trapped.

"thoma, please? i just wanted to grab a glass of warm water for you," you said while writing gestures on his back, trying to grab his attention. thoma responded by snuggling closer--if that's even possible. so that's a no.

you tried again. "hey, i'm gonna get angry you know?" you faked a scolding tone. he immediately lifted up his face to stare at you pleadingly. continuing the parade will feel like kicking a puppy so you dropped it quickly. "fine maybe i won't, but you need to stay hydrated and i can even make a quick snack for you while i'm at it," you stated, thinking perhaps bribing would work. he pondered, the thought of your cooking has caught his attention.

"okay," he finally agreed, reluctantly getting up just to lie back down on the pillow because of the dizziness. you sat up, preparing to go to the kitchen before yet again a pair of hands pulled you back in. huh hasn't this happened before????

your back rested nicely against his chest, his hands secured safely around your stomach. "thomaaa," this time you whined, he has trapped you in his embrace yet again. not that you didn't like it, but you just wanted to make sure he's feeling content; not thirsty or hungry.

"what?" he replied innocently. "don't you want something to drink or eat?" you asked, genuinely concerned. "you being here is my medicine, really." and that wasn't a lie, with you by his side on such close proximity already made him thousand times better than when he woke up this morning. "there's no way that's medically true."

you just sighed, giving in. "alright then, but that was your chance okay? i won't bring you a glass of water even if you beg me to later." you fumed. that was a lie of course. you could be running in full speed right this very second searching for help if thoma expresses the slightest form of discomfort.

he chuckled, "my lover is so kind."

"and mine is quite clingy when he's sick"

"and you love him"

you laughed.

"and i love him."

[lumiconic]

“ i’ll call you home ”

✧  diluc, thoma, zhongli, eula, mona, lumine, kazuha, yoimiya ; domestic fluff

✧  recently i’ve been really into two hearts by nzca lines :3

… diluc brings flowers home every single day. soft curls of light purple honeysuckle and padisarah that tickles your nose with its sugary scent. strings of primrose that he weaves into dainty crowns with surprising tenderness. exotic and bright hibiscus and glaze lilies, bouquets of bright yellow forget me nots, and a stunning arrangement of apple blossoms, white clover, and dahlia. every blossom has eons of meaning behind it, the academic kind of which you could barely begin to fathom; but his gentle smile when he presents you with a freshly picked red rose is enough, you think, to understand it all.

… thoma takes care of every chore around the house, with the kind of speed and skill that makes you look amateurish in comparison. though he’s an expert at every chore, your favorite will always be when he does the laundry, because no matter how much sweet-smelling soap he uses, he is always wreathed in the sharp scent of smoke that seeps into the fabric itself. maybe he doesn’t notice because it’s so constant, but you do, and you love it. you can close your eyes, press your nose to your favorite shirt and take a deep breath and imagine that he is right there, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

… zhongli remembers how you take your tea, whether you prefer sharp mint or sweet black or bitter matcha. he always makes sure to choose the most perfectly decorated pot, studded with gemstones in your favorite color or swirled with elaborately opulent metal shavings. when you arrive home, the moment you close the door behind you, he’s there holding a freshly brewed pot and all the honey or sugar you could want, and the curls of steam rising into the air from the ornately carved lip of the teapot frame his understanding and calm look as he asks how was your day?

… eula is always practicing her dancing, whether in the tiny, unconsciously imperial tapping of one heel against the floor, or a real performance where she throws her lithe frame into each move with all the force she can muster. in the privacy of her own home, she enjoys music, and loudly. the kind of thumping volume that brings a grin to your face. because, no matter what room you’re in you can hear the sound of it pulsing through the floor and follow the noise to find her, performing for an imaginary audience with her eyes closed tight and a beautiful smile spread across her icy, regal features.

… mona knows her apartment is small and desolate, can feel it in the cramped edges of her bedroom where dust collects quicker than she can wash it away. but she is prideful, and refuses to have the person she loves living with her in a place that feels empty or ugly. she throws herself into decorating, exchanging star readings for vases of fresh cecelias, taking money saved from her astrology column to purchase cheap tapestries that she adorns herself with hand woven tassels and specks of glimmering stone, and making it hers. making it yours. in the end, it looks as beautiful as any regal palace.

… lumine’s true home is among the stars, but for now she resides in an enchanted teapot, with you as her most special tenant. with a wave of her hand, she summons anything you could possibly want; a game of popping balloons, a bed with pillows as soft as clouds, entire hot springs. you would ask her to slow down, to stop exerting herself on extravagances like this just for you, but she looks so excited, blushing bright red and smiling shyly, whenever she presents you with a new gift, and there’s something flatteringly magical about how she offers you these things crafted with nothing but love.

… kazuha has had no desire for a physical house, because every gathering stormcloud, glimmering dewdrop, whisper of wind that gusts through his hair is home to him, the expanse of beauty that can be found in every inch of teyvat. so if he were to show you his home, it would be from underneath a silk umbrella he traded a hand written poem for, holding a melon he sliced with his iron sword, sweeping his fingertips out over the plains of inazuma with a serene smile on his face as he awaits your response to his eager joy at showing you, the person he loves the most, the things he considers the most beautiful.

… yoimiya loves the bliss of waking up every morning to find you beside her. she loves that you are a permanent fixture of her life now, someone who’s there whenever she needs. if she could make you a holiday, an official cause to celebrate and roar her favorite songs over the hills and set off fireworks in the sky every single day, she would. maybe she can’t officially, but no one can stop her from celebrating on her own; baking lopsided cakes and carving your likeness out of wood and whispering your name into the wind with a giggle and cupping your face in her hands and planting kisses on your forehead and cheeks every night before you go to sleep.

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[angelltheninth]

Hello may i request childe and thoma with an s/o who has trouble communicating/expressing their feelings so they express it through hugs and kisses? Maybe even buying/making them a few gifts with cute notes :)

Hm, interesting, I think I would be the type to show affection through actions too, rather then anything else. Despite my writing I'm not that good with my words guys.

Pairing: Thoma, Childe x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, public display of affection, established relationship, domestic fluff, gift giving, matching clothes, cuddles, kissing

A/N: Thoma and Childe are different sides of a cinnamon roll.

Thoma is the type of guy who melts at any show of affection. He is quite affectionate himself and always looks for new ways to show it to you. He always has his hand loosely holding yours and swaying it back and forth just a little while you walk around town or even when you're in your home he likes to be touching you because he knows its how you feel more comfy.

Will talk to you about many things, with just the occasional hum or an affirmation from you he will be happy, he just wants to know you're listening to him. Just a squeeze or a kiss on his lower jaw is good enough for him to feel appreciated.

When you give him a gift as a show of affection he will go out and try to find something equally as nice for you, he doesn't like it when there's an imbalance there, which results your whole house being filled with various gifts you gave to each other.

Childe is pretty open with his affections but his are more verbal in nature. Not that he isn't touchy, he very much is but he figured out early on that you yourself are very physically affectionate so he wanted to balance things out with little kisses and whispers against your lips as he pulls away.

One of his favorite ways to let you know he appreciates you if by wearing the clothes you gifted to him. Most of his comfy shirts are the ones you bought for him. He actually likes shopping with you as far as clothes goes for the sole reason of wanting to have matching outfits and let people around you know that you're a couple.

He doesn't mind filling the silence when you cuddle. When you're kissing your way up his bare chest he'll be talking about the meeting with the Fatui, or where he would like to travel with you next, just relaxing into your touches and kisses.