#thoma x reader fluff

[tojivu]

one bed + morning after ⋆ genshin men

an. clearijg up drafts (that i like), expect more soon

cw. genshin men & one bed trope, includes zhongli diluc childe thoma. f!reader implied. sfw.

playing. nothing revealed / everything denied by the 1975

DILUC’s face is almost as red as his hair. he hoped to get this trip over and done with; considering how the friend group had just dragged him on this adventure when he had better things to do. however, he found the silver lining he didn’t expect; you.

he had always found you attractive, sometimes stealing glances at you when you’re talking to his friends or secretly hoping you would ask him to hang out (without your annoying friends tagging along, as they had always done)—so when he finds out he’s stuck with you for the night, he has mixed feelings. he sticks himself to the wall, feeling too awkward to even sit down, and you’re combing your hair in the mirror.

“i’m gonna go to bed soon. you gonna stand there all night, luc?”

god, the way you said his name. “no, i’ll be on the couch.”

“don’t be silly.” you put the comb down and turn off the bathroom lights, then getting on the bed to make yourself comfortable. you pat the empty space next to you to signal that it’s okay, that he could sleep next to you if he wanted. “don’t be scared. it’s not that big of a deal.”

of course it wasn’t, to you.

diluc reluctantly gets on the bed, and he’s as stiff as a wood plank. you turn and look at him, on your side, and he fights his urge to look back at you; he knows he’ll just make a fool of himself. “goodnight, luc.”

you expected diluc to be sleeping, facing the ceiling—as if he didn’t move from the night before. but your eyes flutter open and you see diluc facing you, his face only inches away; sleeping peacefully. the sunlight is seeping in through the curtain gaps, and the air is cold.

diluc wakes and he doesn’t jump in surprise, instead he opens his eyes and stares lazily at you—as if you were a sight he saw every morning; natural, like you were meant to be there with him. his morning voice is rough as he speaks, “good morning, y/n.”

your heart is merciless that morning, diluc swore he could hear your heartbeat pounding.

CHILDE doesn’t realise how troublesome it is to have such a tiny bed to two people. he had always slept alone, in a queen, his sleeping positions almost always bizarre as he had space to spare. your friend group didn’t think to consider whether making him sleep in a small hotel room with only one bed would trouble him— but as soon as he was told that he was sharing a room with you, his face lit up. childe didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, though, but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t want to be stuck with you for a whole 8 hours.

“did you hear?” he leans against the counter at the reception desk, on one arm, looking at you with a smirk on his face. you’re guessing what it could be—what prank he’d be pulling on you this time.

“we’re sharing a room?” you guess, voice monotone and bored; it was 12 in the morning and all you wanted to do was sleep—entertaining childe’s nonsense was not going to be a part of your nightly routine. you expect a big “no!” from him, but he keeps quiet instead.

after a few seconds of awkward silence, he reaches for the keycard in your hand and grabs hold of it. “i guess i’ll unpack first, then.”

there wasn’t any point in fighting the receptionist for your own room, since she told you they were packed for the week and reservations had already been made.

you’re on the far end of the bed while childe is comfortable. the pillows smell like his shampoo. you can’t sleep, and he notices that. childe snickers at how you’re trying so hard not to fall off the bed.

“c’mere.” he offers, “there’s space.”

“there isn’t.”

“trust me, i don’t like this either.” what a liar, he thought to himself.

you reluctantly shift closer to him, yet thankful he offered—you were close to moving anyway. “this is so stupid.”

when you wake, you find yourself facing the wall—childe’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. he’s still asleep, his light snores being the only thing you can hear. you tell yourself this is not what you wished to wake up to, but the blush creeping up on your face says everything.

ZHONGLI finds it completely normal. he cannot take a hint. it was just a business trip, and he didn’t want you (his secretary) to sleep uncomfortably. you had much to do the morning after and a sore back would do you no good—he was just being a responsible boss. just that, nothing else. he doesn’t notice the blush on your cheeks when he tells you to get in bed with him, and when he tells you goodnight when his face is only inches away from yours. it seems like you don’t notice how he gets a little nervous when you move closer—or accidentally brush your hands against his under the sheets, either.

zhongli takes off his slippers, then throwing the towel on his neck onto the chair next to the nightstand. you’re already in bed, laying down like a mummy—afraid to make a bad impression.

“busy day tomorrow.” he says. “goodnight, y/n.”

you muster the courage to say it back, but the heartbeat pulsing in your ears make it hard. “goodnight.”

“why are you laying down like that?” he suddenly says, just moments after you close your eyes. you jolt awake, surprised he would ask.

“i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, mr. zhongli–“

“don’t be ridiculous. come.” this is not normal. superiors are not supposed to be in the same bed as their secretaries. you’re not supposed to be in the same bed as your superior. nevertheless, he’s your boss. if he wants you to come closer, who are you to disobey?

you move closer to him, letting out a sigh of relief because theres much more space on his side of the bed. you hope it won’t be awkward at tomorrow morning’s meeting, and you hope no one catches you leaving his hotel room as soon as the sun rises.

your eyes open and the sun is rising. the sky is a pink-orange colour—the air is warm, but not too warm. you turn your gaze to your side and see zhongli, sleeping peacefully, and it hits you that you’ve never seen your boss like this. you’d just assumed that he never slept; such a workaholic he is. with his position, who has time to get shuteye?

you don’t realise he’s awake until he says something. you’ve been staring at him for a few minutes now.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer, miss y/n.”

you’re too tired to feel embarrassed, but the red on your cheeks show it anyway. “good morning, mr zhongli.”

“first time i’ve slept so soundly,” he smiles, “we should do this more often.”

zhongli was always blunt and straightforward, though it never bothered you. in fact, you admired that about him—something about the morning air and your boss waking up next to you stirs something in your chest.

THOMA was the shy classmate you always wanted to befriend. he was often seen reading books in the corner of the classroom, his head down and his eyes scanning pages. you were the popular kid, always being approached by those who are interested in you—but thoma was the only one who could catch your attention. you end up making friends with him, and spontaneously invite him on a trip outside the city. a small hostel was all you two could find, and even then, the prices were… outrageous.

“i could pay for two rooms, if you’re not comfortable.” you offered him, but knowing thoma, he’d probably decline and say—

“no, that’s a lot of money.” he shakes his head, “we came all this way. we still need money to head home.” of course, thoma was too sweet to make you do such a thing for him.

when you enter the room, you’re surprised to see only one bed. you’d just sleep on the floor, you thought—you dragged thoma out here, it would only be polite to do such a thing for him.

“so you wanna face the wall or..”

“what?”

“oh, you’re not sleeping on the floor, are you?” he questions, and you think he must be going crazy. what kind of guy asks a question like that? “we walked a lot today.”

your confidence is nowhere to be found now—with thoma, it’s hard for you to find the right words to say because you’re always so nervous; it’s a curse, especially during times like these. you decide to just suck it up for the night. thoma was a deep sleeper; and you knew this because of the train ride here—he was snoring so loud the whole cabin could hear him, and your pokes and shoves did nothing to wake him. it wouldn’t be much of an issue to sleep next to him, you hope.

it’s surprisingly easy to fall asleep next to thoma, his body warms the bed up and you find yourself inching closer to him as the hours pass—it’s comfortable, regrettably, but you can’t help yourself. it’s 4 in the morning when your head is buried into thoma’s shoulder, warmth encapsulating you; and the air is quiet until he speaks.

“it’s so cold tonight,” he’s complaining, though his tone sounds awfully happy, and you feel him hold your hand under the covers. “this hostel is so shitty.”

“isn’t it?” you’re smiling so hard you swear your cheeks are going to fall off. thank the stars it’s pitch dark in the room.

you wake hours later, thoma’s arm under your neck and holding you close. it’s no longer cold, you realise. you hear snoring in your right ear, and you’re once again thankful he can’t see your expression—a bright red.

[staarri]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

— characters : zhongli . neuvillette . thoma . wanderer

— characters are in a relationship with reader, gn!reader, scaramouche is still working in the fatui

fluff. word count : 0.6k

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 is just as affectionate as you are to him. Constantly providing you with gifts if he can, showering you with love, always being there by your side. He’s quite a chatty person, and there were plenty of times where you’ve caught him talking about you to a group of the same group of people that know him by the name Morax. Xiao has heard of your name multiple times and has unconsciously gained the habit of staying close by when he sees you; And if Ganyu isn’t busy burying herself in work–she’d take you to a fancy restaurant she knows you’ve been eyeing. 

The problem is: Zhongli has almost no chance against the Adepti if they’ve been spoiling you. So what does he do? He gets competitive. Incredibly competitive.

Instead of trying to work with Ganyu and Xiao to gain more of your affection; He instead chooses to try and focus on you more. Giving you more kisses in public, more gifts and more of his affectionate words. He never fails to make sure to show that in front of the two Adepti too. But they know he means well; The ex-archon is just happy to be yours.

Because of his high demanding job, you don’t often see 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 back at home. He makes up for lost time with his charm and mora. Neuvillette loves to spoil you. Whether he brings you to a nice restaurant or buys you expensive items from luxury brands, he finds a way. 

One thing he will never do is take you along with him to a trial. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be seen with you, nor is it that he doesn’t trust you; It’s more of the fact that he doesn’t, and absolutely does NOT want you near dangerous people. Guilty or Innocent, he thinks bringing you with him is unnecessary and could cause more harm than good. Who knows? A future criminal could target you in the future seeing that you’re quite close to the Iudex. 

So, although he doesn’t bring you with him to work, he does let you in his office. It’s heavily guarded with Melusines and he’s sure that she wouldn’t slack off on her duty! 

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 is a sweetheart. He never leaves your side and he’s always there when you need him.  He brings you along to run errands and is always on high alert if there are times when you’re walking around dangerous parts of Inazuma.

If, for whatever reason, you don’t tag along–He will make sure to bring gifts. Even if it was your choice that you weren’t joining, he’s still bringing you a bouquet of flowers and a few fun stories that happened during the few hours he was gone to try and woo you to be with him the next time Thoma invites you.

He’s heavy on physical contact. When you two are out, he’s constantly holding your hand–Giving you quick pecks on the cheeks from time to time. Thoma is an affectionate person, and he never fails to show that to you.

Despite his sharp words and demeanor, 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 is a huge fan of gift giving. During good days, you might even encounter a rather cuddly version of your partner.

Scaramouche is known to be stern and incredibly strict because of his rank in the Fatui. But either way, you’ve managed to wrap him around your finger; And he thinks that vulnerability is not a good thing. So what does he do? Push you away.

But don’t go, because he doesn’t want to be alone. Don’t go because he can still show you what it’s like being loved by someone like him. Don’t go because you’ll be finding bouquets and chocolates right at your nightstand when you wake up every morning.

characters belong to mihoyo. everything is written by staari - do not steal, reupload, translate, modify or feed my work to ai.

[sh1-n0bu]

HELLO HELLOOO I was just wondering if I could ask if you could do a

Kaeya or Thoma ORR Diluc x Self destructive reader? Maybe any genshin character but whenever my mind goes to angst my mind automatically goes to Kaeya and Diluc LMAO

And basically Reader has a hard time expressing feelings and finds comfort in their lowest so they are seen as reserved

And Kaeya or (Character) tries their very best to help them despite reader rejecting their affections and worries But Kaeya or (Character) loves them too much to let go so they just stay by Reader's side

You can add more or plan the rest of the story but right now that's all I could explain

One last if I could ask I'd like to be Banananon/ 🍌 Anon

Besides that have a great time! Your works are amazing 🫶

✿ 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 ✿

characters: kaeya, diluc and thoma x nb!reader

warnings: angst, comfort, reader daydreams a lot, mentions of self harm and healed scars

notes: what the reader is going through and their description of self destructive thoughts, actions and behaviors are all greatly influenced by my own not so great moments. if such topics are triggering to you then please scroll past or continue with caution. i hope you’re all doing well in this dark times. i love you and thank you for being here

as the sole survivor of his family and the one given the task to be his destroyed home nation’s one and only hope, the cavalry captain has his own dark moments

definitely did used to self harm as well. it only worsened after his fight with diluc and crepus’ death

and seeing you, his closest companion, lover, his light and life, his dark days and pillar suffer through the same things makes him want to curl up on the floor and wail until there’s nothing left in him

will sit you down and have a nice long talk with you. it can range from your self destructive habits, self harm scars, bad coping mechanisms to even the gossips the cavalry captain had heard or shared with lisa, how diluc’s hair seemed a bit more trimmed today at angel’s share, how the cats at cat’s tail was seemingly more affectionate etc etc

anything you want to talk about, kaeya’s here

scars, relapses or even a new stimming you’ve got, he notices the second he sees it. he may have one eye but he’s keen on noticing the smallest, minute detail that is changed

but if you don’t wish to talk about it or don’t hint anything to him then it’s okay. kaeya can wait but please don’t take too long until you have completely destroyed your own self beyond recognition. he can’t carry the guilt and regret

if you have been relapsing too much then kaeya will have no other choice but to sit you down and talk about it

he will even come to a compromise to quit his alcohol addiction and learn to live again with you, together

if he comes back from his work to see you feeling down in the dumps, prepare yourself to be wrapped up in the biggest fluffy blanket like a burrito and given cuddles and smooches mwah mwah mwah mwah (¯ ³¯)♡

“there there, darling. we’ll go through this together”

another person who has self harmed in the past

personally speaking, i think he used to self harm in a deprivation type of way especially during his time when hunting the fatui harbingers in the merciless eternal winter clad nation of shneznaya

depriving himself of food, water, hygiene, sleep, the basic human necessities to survive

so after the whole hunting harbingers thing is over and the wine tycoon comes back to mondstadt, diluc’s trying his best and starts to let go of his self harming habits, actions etc

in the present time when he sees you, his lover, the dawn to his dark side, the apple of his eye and his most cherished person doing the same things he used to do - it pains him immeasurably

diluc is a straightforward person. if there’s something he doesn’t like he says it, shows it without wasting a single second

but this. this was an incredibly sensitive and a hard topic for anyone to talk about or mention

so he decides to wait for you to say something or even give him the smallest of hints first. however don’t take too long because if diluc sees you continuing to be self destructive then he’s taking things into his own hands

will bring up about the topic on a warm night, when the two of you are cuddling close to each other under the blankets as the fire in the fireplace crackles softly

the atmosphere is soft, silent and comfortable with the smell of your cups filled with hot cocoa wafts through the air. this is when diluc gently brings up the topic

will patiently wait until you wrap your mind around things and answer him. even then the uncrowned king will stay quiet, taking in every words, every names, every breath and sighs you produce with a gentle squeeze to your intertwined hands

when you’re finished opening up to him, diluc will place down both of your cups on the nightstand of the bed and pull you in for a cuddle. you can cry if you want to, he will soothingly rub shapes and sizes into your shoulder with a low hum to soothe you

“it’s alright, my love. you’re safe now. here, with me”

first of all

yes my skrunkly (you), you can marry the puppy vibed blonde fictional man you saw on your device screen. mama nobu approves, he looks like a green flag

anyways, with that shit out of the way

green flag. seriously. just green flag all over

thoma has personally never experienced or committed any self deprecating, harming or destroying actions, thoughts or whatsoever

he does have bad days but that’s it. bad days. he likes to stay enthusiastic about life and living in general so he simply sits down, takes a breather, maybe pay a visit to the stray cats and dogs he looks after in inazuma city before continuing

when thoma first notices your scars whether they’re healed or not, or even sees your self destructive habits such as not eating when your stomach is grumbling, tugging on your hair harshly, peeling the skin around your nails - thoma instantly reaches his hands out and envelopes yours in his own

with a soft voice, the housekeeper would envelop both of your hands in his before looking into your eyes with the most saddest kicked puppy look

will ask you if you’re okay first and foremost before holding your hand and walking back home together. on the way he will buy you some of your favorite treats, drinks, point out a newly opened shop, a new vendor etc etc

when home, thoma would make a nice chamomile tea before sitting down with you on the chabudai. first will start with the small little talks about what happened during his time at the kamisato’s, a cute cat he saw and will eventually slowly drift into your habits

he will be here with you through thick and thin. you’re his pudding after all but before that you are your own person and you deserve to live

“sweettums… i will always be here with you through anything and everything okay?”

[mistachesme]

Genshin men when you are on our periods (ft childe, scaramouche, Thoma)

Afab reader

You shouldn't be surprised that childe keeps track of your periods. He prepares everything for you beforehand. Sanitary pads or tampons? Check. Heatpads? Got them. Your favourite chocolate and ice cream? Already bought it. He got every craving you would have during your periods memorized. You are extremely cuddly and he is all for it. Would take you in his arms and gently massage your back. Seriously, you think he's the best boyfriend ever.

Scaramouche is taken aback when you yell at him that your boobs hurt. Without missing a beat he asks you if he could hold them for you. "I'm doing this 'cause I'm tired of your bitchy ass." He grumbles but he's gentle when he makes you sit on his lap. You lean back into his chest with a sigh when his fingers slip into your shirt. He cups your breast gently and just holds them in his hands. It feels like some weight is lifted off your back, you can't help but relax. "Do you feel better now?" He doesn't squeeze them meanly like you expected. He's surprisingly so ... nice?

"Does it hurt?" Thoma rubs your back to comfort you. He tries his best to make you feel better during your periods. Runs a warm bath to soothe your muscles, cooks your favourite meals and basically does everything for you with a loving smile. He coos soothing words into your ears when you complain about cramps. Gets medicines and heatpads ready without a word. It feels better when he's the one who's taking care of you.

[mystolli]

## . . . chapstick!!

kissing them with their favorite flavor feat. thoma, venti & kazuha

genre: just fluff <3

cw: gn! reader, mentions of alcohol and being drunk during venti’s section

a/n: reupload from my previous blog!

˚⁎⁺ thoma :

the bell rang musically as you stepped through the doors of the komore teahouse, searching around for a familiar head of reddish blonde hair, decorated with a red bow tie. you caught a glimpse of him as he stacked a box into a corner, wiping his brow.

he glanced up, eyes lighting with fireworks once he saw you. you ran over, practically jumping into his arms. “y/n!” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “what are you doing here? I didn’t think I was going to see you today,”

you quickly pulled him into a long embrace, your body working almost mechanically as you felt his familiar lips on yours.

“I missed you,” you whispered, smiling.

he seemed to be caught in shock for a moment, your sweet caresses always catching him off guard. he raised a finger to his mouth, licking it. “you taste like sakura blossoms.”

you grinned at him as his eyes danced across those lips he already wished to kiss again. “I knew it was your favorite.”

he chuckled, pulling you into a loose hug and planting a quick kiss so he could taste you again.

˚⁎⁺ venti :

after searching around mondstadt city for some time, you knew the only place you would find your partner was the angel’s share. your theory was proven correct as you walked through the door, letting the scent of alcohol and sounds of chatter wash over you. a braided bard with a bright voice and a cup of wine sat at the counter, murmuring idly to himself as he strummed the lyre.

“my songbird!” he sang musically once he caught sight of you, beaming as you sat next to him.

“hello, venti.” you smiled back, leaning in and pecking him on the lips, catching him off guard.

he looked surprised for a moment, eyes narrowing and a grin toying on his face as started playing with a piece of your hair. “you taste like cecilias,”

you giggled, never failing to be infatuated with his sly aura, even when he was slightly drunk. “for you.” you murmured to him.

he didn’t hesitate to pull you back into another long embrace as he ran a hand through your hair and practically kissed the chapstick right off your lips.

˚⁎⁺ kazuha :

on days like these, you knew you would find your lover on top of the flat rocks, letting the setting sun cast gentle waves of orange and pink light. his silver-like hair seemed to glow in the sun, and you crept up carefully as to not disturb him. “kazuha?”

he turned, his face lighting up once he saw it was you. “y/n! I was simply working on a new haiku.” he gestured to the pen and paper that sat in his lap.

you came up next to him, sitting down and leaning over. “can I see?”

he turned it over quickly, giving you an awkward smile. “ah, not yet. it’s not quite finished. I need to make sure it’s perfect.”

you let out a hum in response, watching as he turned his head towards the glimmering sunset. you pulled him closer to you, kissing him when he turned his head. his eyes opened in surprise, but slowly closed again as he melted into you.

when you broke apart, he gave you a love filled glance. “you taste like maple, and the scent of the autumn wind…so familiar…”

“I knew it was your favorite,” you murmured, kneeling your face into the crook of his neck and breathing in his familiar scent.

he chuckled, running a hand over your head and planting a kiss in your hair. he admired the sunset as he thought of the perfect next line to his haiku, the one about his one and only: you.

[pochipop]

＃GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — LOVE LANGUAGES (GIVING/RECEIVING) (2).

#. synopsis! — how they love and like to be loved .

#. characters! — thoma, kazuha, albedo, itto, xiao .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. part I! — you can find the first post of this prompt with diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, + ayato: here .

𖦹. ━ THOMA !!

Thoma gives physical touch & words of affirmation. Thoma is an expressive person, both physically and with words. He's not very shy, and is especially open with you, and because of that, he feels very free to be his true and authentic self. He likes to offer you a variety of his natural charms, from giving you praise and compliments to holding your hand and pulling you close to him. Forehead kisses are a must for him, —he thinks they're sweet and romantic. He also loves pressing kisses to your temple and cheeks, just to see the smile that tugs at your lips when he does so. Thoma also offers verbal admiration for you whenever he can, and sometimes, he'll simply bring something up out of nowhere just to pay you a heartfelt compliment. He's incredibly charming, and he uses that to his full advantage. Expect some form of physical touch whenever he sees you: a hug, a kiss, holding hands, etc.

Thoma likes to receive quality time & physical touch. Thoma is a popular person in Inazuma. People call on him to help with any number of random things, and he often gets busy because of it. That said, he loves spending quality time with you, and when you make time for him in your schedule, he'll all but drop every other thing in his life just to match your tempo for a while. Spending quality time with you means getting to know you even better, and he sees it as an opportunity to learn even more about you, inside and out, no matter how long you've already been together. Thoma also likes to be physically coddled sometimes, —clinginess in small doses is incredibly endearing and attractive to him. Hang off his arm for a while, ask to cuddle with him even when it's nowhere near time for bed. Play with his fingers or sit with your legs across his lap. Sleep with your head on his chest or tucked away in the crook of his neck. He loves to have the crown of his head kissed.

𖦹. ━ KAZUHA !!

Kazuha gives quality time & words of affirmation. As someone who has suffered through the loss of someone close to him in his lifetime, Kazuha knows that time is both precious and always of the essence. He also knows that it's important to say what you mean and mean what you say. Because of that, Kazuha offers affection and love in the form of time and praise. Anything you do, he wants to support you the way you support him. He wants to be a stable, soft spot for you to fall back on, —because he feels that you've done the same for him. He wants to be a pillar of support for you in the journey you're taking together on the open seas of love. Whenever he can, he will be by your side. Just as well, Kazuha will let you know when you're doing well, when you're exceeding the expectations of those around you without even noticing it yourself. He won't let insecurity eat at you without a fight.

Kazuha likes to receive words of affirmation. Though Kazuha isn't particularly or inherently insecure, he is human. He has his moments of low feelings, and sometimes, he feels guilty for not being able to do more for those around him. When he expresses those feelings to you, or when you sense that they're welling up inside him, —the best thing you can do is directly tell him that he's much more than his lowest moments. He doesn't need much from anyone, but when he desires reassurance, he will seek you out. Affirm him. It won't take much, maybe just a few words to let him know that he hasn't failed and that nobody blames him for things not always going as planned. He takes much of the blame for communal shortcomings onto himself. Help him alleviate that by telling him he deserves to be loved and deserves to be proud of himself.

𖦹. ━ ALBEDO !!

Albedo gives gifts & quality time. As a devoted alchemist, Albedo spends a large portion of his time studying various things and seeking answers to his questions for the universe. However, he is sure to make time for you, and in doing so, he seeks to show you that you are just as, if not more, important to him than the subjects he studies so diligently. He often sketches when he's with you, making you a staple muse for his creations. Albedo offers artistic gifts to you often as a show of his love. You inspire him, light the creative side of his brain on fire, and he repays you for that by handing the ending products over to you for safekeeping. They're his soul, his fervor, his feelings all spilled from inside him to his canvas of choice. Albedo values time and art like the sun's warmth to the flowers of Teyvat. He offers both to you in hopes of becoming your sun, even along the chilling hills of Dragonspine.

Albedo likes to receive acts of service & quality time. Just as Albedo gives you his time, he values the time you give him just the same. When you choose to spend an evening with him, he knows you care so deeply, and there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be. All those questions he has about life and where it all stems from leave him in those moments, as if his heavy heart can rest for a while. There is no other time he feels so ineffably and inherently human. Albedo also greatly values your efforts to help him with his studies in whatever way you can. Having you there to hand him things, help examine changes with him, take note of things that might slip past him. . . It lets him know that you value his hard work, —that you value his questions and his curiosity. Even the smallest task you perform for him makes him feel infinitely grateful.

𖦹. ━ ITTO !!

Itto gives physical touch & acts of service. Itto is a bit clueless about all of this, —love, and how to do it right. If there even is a right way to do it at all. He doesn't know what all he should do, how he should react to certain things. . . He's playing it by ear to the best of his ability, just hoping that it's enough. The best things he can muster are physical affection and acts of service, because they're things he's seen in typical relationships, and he wants to do whatever he can to make you feel most at ease. He doubts his own ability to perfectly match presents to you, and doubts he'd be able to perfectly articulate his feelings enough to offer words of praise. So, Itto shows his love physically most of the time. He loves to hold your hand, loves to give you hugs, and likes pressing kisses to your cheeks when he musters up the nerve. He also likes to do things for you when he can: don't expect to carry anything heavy around him! Ever!

Itto likes to receive words of affirmation. Because everything about this is so new to Itto, he seeks validation from you often. He'll ask if things he's doing are okay, if he's going too far or not going far enough, —he'll ask before holding your hand sometimes. When you affirm him, he feels both relieved and relaxed. He gets a lot of encouragement from you telling him that whatever he's doing is okay, —welcomed, even. He gets increasingly more comfortable because you tell him that he's doing well. He relishes in praise that you give him no matter what it's for. Itto thinks about compliments you pay him for days after they've been said, letting his heart swell each time he recalls it. He's a bit of a lovesick fool, and he would do absolutely anything just to make you smile! Let him know his joke was funny and watch him light up!

𖦹. ━ XIAO !!

Xiao gives gifts & acts of service. Physical touch and words of affirmation are newer to him, and while he's definitely getting used to them as time goes on, Xiao tends to default to his more comfortable areas when he wants to show overt affection. Thanks to his constant moving about through Liyue and his proclivity for gift giving, you have a collection of little things Xiao has picked up for you over time. Rocks with interesting patterns and designs, flowers that you've since pressed for safe keeping, shells from the sandy shores, and more. You treasure them fondly. As someone who likes to keep busy and isn't fond of being idle, Xiao does things for you whenever he gets the chance. Whether big or small, he's likely to go out of his way to complete a task just to make your life a bit easier. If you ever need help with something, you needn't look further than your surprisingly attentive lover! Having held many important jobs throughout his lifetime, Xiao is observant and quick to act: two traits that he puts to magnificent use when it comes to you.

Xiao likes to receive quality time. As far as maintenance goes, Xiao isn't high on the spectrum. He doesn't love to be the center of attention, even if it's one-on-one, and tends to avoid it to the best of his ability when it weighs heavy on his shoulders. Even so, he likes spending time alone with you (even if that just means sitting somewhere in Liyue in silence.) Though he thinks it to be a bit selfish; Xiao wants to take up your time every now and again. He wants to be the center of your world for a while, —wants to feel the silent devotion that seeps from your beating heart into the quiet between the both of you. He likes folding himself into the spaces between the breaths you take, curling into the warmth of your aura when the world slows down and even the karma he carries with him seems to settle itself.

[ladyagatsuma]

Genshin Characters With A S/O Who Likes to Skateboard

Includes - Amber, Albedo, Barbara, Mona, Bennett, Venti, Razor, Yoimiya, Fischl, and Thoma

IMPORTANT MESSAGE - I opened up asks so please send requests! I currently only write for Genshin And Kimetsu No Yaiba. I will NOT accept NSFW requests.

That aside, please enjoy these headcanons!

Amber

She would love it sm!

She’d probably buy you stickers to put on your skateboard

She’d love to try it one day if you let her

I feel like she’d actually be pretty good at it bc she alr has good balance bc of her wind gliding skills

Sometimes she worries about you getting hurt, but she knows you can handle yourself

If you did get hurt though, she’d be so worried

Would probably scold you for doing reckless tricks and hurting yourself, but she couldn’t stay mad bc she loves you too much!

Albedo

He would think it’s really cool that you know how to skateboard!

He would definitely sketch you on your skateboard

If you let him, he’d probably even paint on your skateboard

I don’t think he’d be interested in trying it himself, but that’s ok!

I feel like you would go on dates in the park where you skateboard while he watches and takes care of Klee from a park bench

Klee would beg you and Albedo to let her try, but Albedo didn’t want her to fall and get hurt

Barbara

Very supportive

She wouldn’t be interested in trying it herself, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy watching

Similar to Albedo, she’d love going on dates in the dark where you skate and she watches

She worries about you getting hurt sometimes

But if you do get hurt, don’t worry!

If you get hurt she’s right there in the blink of an eye

Luckily she can heal you

Like Amber, she may scold you a bit, but only bc she cares

Mona

She would act like she didn’t care much, but she thinks it’s pretty cool

She wouldn’t want to try it

I feel like you and Fischl would go skateboarding sometimes and Mona would secretly be jealous

Late night skateboarding 💯

You skate while she stares up at the sky

It’s a great way for the two of you to bond and it allows both of you to do what you like

Don’t worry about getting hurt if she’s around

If you start to fall, she’ll teleport you back safely onto your skateboard

She’d tell you to be more careful

Bennett

He would be your biggest fan!

He’d definitely love to try, but hold his hand if you don’t want him to fall

He’d definitely love going on dates where you try to teach him how to skate

These dates usually end with you taking him to get healed by Barbara

He loves just watching you cruise around, but he’d find your hobby even cooler if you could do cool tricks

Please don’t let him try doing tricks he will break a bone or two

He worries about you getting hurt

If you fall he’ll blame it on his bad luck

He loves to cuddle you after these kinds of dates

Venti

This guy…

He would love it

I feel like he’d steal your skateboard sometimes and sneak away with it

I feel like he’d be pretty good at skating

He’d try doing tricks on your skateboard and almost kill himself if it weren’t for him being immortal or being able to float

Definitely broke your skateboard once or twice

Get him a drink and he’ll replace the broken skateboard

If you fell, he’d be laughing his ass off

He wouldn’t let you live that down

He’ll tease you, but he doesn’t mean it!

Razor

Confused af

If you enjoy it though, then he likes it too!

Please let him sit on your skateboard and push him around

Compliments you

He sometimes worries about you hurting yourself

Makes crying noises if you hurt yourself

Shares wolfhooks with you

His wolf friends have probably scratched up your skateboard pretty bad lmao

Yoimiya

Hell yes

She think it’s literally the coolest thing ever

Definitely tries riding on it

She’s not very good at it, but you’ll be there to catch her

Definitely wants to learn how to skateboard

She LOVES it when you do tricks

There is literal sparkles in her eyes when she watches you skate

You two definitely go on dates around Inazuma where you skate for a bit and then the two of you have some snacks or go to a festival

If you fall, she gets so worried

Definitely starts to cry a bit if you get hurt

If you reassure her that you are alright though, she’d hug you to tightly!

Fischl

She definitely knows how to skateboard convince me otherwise

Skateboarding dates 💯

She definitely knows how to do impressive tricks

She’s probably even better at it than you are!

Definitely teaches you how to do some of her weird ass but cool nonetheless tricks

Probably does some sorta trick where she completely flips off of the skateboard. Idk I can’t describe it, but something that shouldn’t even be possible

Doesn’t really worry about you getting hurt

Sometimes she gets a bit competitive about who is better at skateboarding

Thoma

This man…

He’s supports it, but worries all day

He doesn’t want you to get hurt

No matter how many times you tell him you’ll be fine, he just kept worrying

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think it’s cool!

No matter what, he’d still support you if it makes you happy

He’d hype you up

Similar to Yoimiya, he would watch you skateboard and then you would stroll around the city and grab some food

[genshin-obsessed]

A Little Late | Thoma

Don't worry, there's no angst here. It's actually all fluff. This is just something I'm doing to get started and get back into writing, so it's really short. Anyway, enjoy~

➺ Character: Thoma ➺ Genre: Fluff ➺ Length: 250

“What are you doing?” You asked, poking your head into the room when you saw Thoma’s figure pass through the door.

“Oh! (Y/n)!” He smiled as he turned to you, his emerald eyes closing due to his joy. “Just tidying up the place, that’s all. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing like that, I just wanted to see you. You were a little late to our walk.” You said to which his head tilted in confusion.

“Hm? What do you mean? That's at noon, no?” You nodded your head at his question and walked toward him a little, just to get out of the doorway.

“Yep, but it’s actually half past noon now.” You reminded him with a sheepish smile. You watched as the confusion morphed into even more confusion before his eyes widened in pure horror. He was late!? It was just ten like… half an hour ago!

“I’m late!? I’m so sorry, (y/n), I just got hung up on some things! I didn’t realize how quickly time had passed. I didn’t mean to make you wait.” You only shook your head, indicating it was ok. Honestly, Thoma had never been late to a date before, in fact, he was always a few minutes early, just in case. So, of course, since he didn't show up, you had gotten a bit worried. When you eventually found him, you didn't feel angry or upset or anything. You were just happy he was ok. Frankly, Thoma's little panic was actually quite cute in your opinion!

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not like you’re late all the time. Besides, I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“You’re too kind, my darling.” He said with a sigh as he hugged you. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I really am sorry.”

“It’s ok,” you giggled, looking up at him. He leaned down to kiss your forehead before kissing your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Oh! How about I make it up to you by buying lunch?”

“Thoma, it’s ok!”

[sleepythoma]

Roses are red, violets are blue...oh, oh no

Be my Valentine?

Characters: Thoma x gn!reader, Kazuha x gn!reader

Notes: none, just fluff. Minor injury (Kazuha), mention of blood but its teeny tiny. Word count: 2,447 words

A/N: I just thought it would be fun to make some short drabbles on failed valentines plans because as much as I love romance, I do believe it doesn’t need to be this huge organized plan. Love can be shown even with small gestures, and sometimes an imperfect date has much more intimacy than a perfect one when its the right person.

Did I make Thoma and the reader lovesick fools, yes yes I did and you can’t stop me. This heals my soul. As always, please let me know what you thought. Don't repost my work elsewhere, thanks!

♡ Thoma:

“Today is the day.” Thoma stared at himself in the mirror. Tying his headband, determined eyes staring at him back. Today was the day, and he was ready for it. He has had his eye on the markets for days, even asking for favors amongst the merchants, asking for just the finest of delicacies. That wasn’t the hardest part really, they thought that it was surely for the Kamisatos hosting a very important dinner. Thoma did make sure to pay greatly for the ingredients though, it was only fair. He also (despite his mild fear) had gone to see Lady Yae to request a copy of a book you had been having your eyes on for ages, signed by one of your favorite Inazuman Authors. He made sure to wrap that present in beautiful decorated paper and a pretty pink ribbon.

‘Only in one condition,’ the head priestess smirked, making the green eye man shuffle his feet, ‘You have to tell me all the details of your little date…and bring her to the shrine sometime, I’d love to do a compatibility test between the two of you’ she giggled, mischievous smile on her face as if she knew something he didn’t.

Thoma shivered at the memory, grimacing, he could already see Lady Yae teasing him in front of you. He had already embarrassed himself in front of you plenty of times, he didn’t need any more of that.

Oh Archons…

Speaking of embarrassing, heat rose to his cheeks remembering at how he had told you about his plans for today. It was a day ago, you were having tea with Miss Kamisato. He had been waiting outside the estate, pacing in circles practicing out loud.

“Yo yn, no that’s not it…hello yn…no that’s not—So y/n fancy seeing you here, wait what no, I literally brought them tea. Argh why is this so—“

“Thoma?” He had not expected you to leave that early.

He had panicked, jumped backwards, tripped over the bucket and fallen on his butt.

“Are you okay? Should I get—“

“Doyouwanttohavedinnertogethertomorrow.”

“…what?”

“Do you,” his voice cracked, “do you want to have dinner together tomorrow?”

“Of course love.”

“Yes!” He jumped up excitedly, and started making his way. You stood there confused.

“Darling?”

“Huh?”

“When are where?”

“Oh” he had forgotten to tell you the details. “Sunset by the beach!” And with that he ran off before he could embarrass himself further, leaving you standing.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. And as he stepped out the door his heart gave a squeeze in nervousness, today had to be perfect. It’s not like he didn’t shower you with love everyday (he made sure to kiss you everyday and say I love you), but with today’s holiday, he could be as cheesy and lovey as he wanted to. Truth be told he just loved showering you with love and affection.

He carried all the essential materials to the designated spot, taking his time placing them neatly around the beach. He set the table with a pretty cloth, intricately decorated plates and some sakura petals scattered around. By the time he was done, it was already the afternoon, and you would be arriving any time soon. He placed the carefully made dishes on the table and lit the candles, placing the gift on the table as well.

Taking a deep breath, he stared out to the sea for a moment before closing his eyes and letting out a trembling sigh. His heart squeezed again, he never knew love could make him feel so, so floaty all the time.

A voice in the distance made him look away from the gentle waves. You waved your hand around, calling his name again and a massive grin spread through his face, awestruck at your figure approaching him, trembling fingers itching to reach for your hands and ready to clasp them between his.

You walked a little faster, ready to jump into his arms and thank him for such a romantic gesture. Your eyes glancing back to the cute set up he prepared in the distance when your eyes caught something. You stopped.

“Thoma! the table!”

Oh yea, the table he set, he was very proud of his work, he just hoped you liked it as well. He glanced back nervously…

He did a double take, head snapping back and wide eyes looking in horror as a fox had managed to climb up on the table, teeth clasping around the main course. Drool coating the carefully prepared dish. The fox and Thoma stared at each other in some sort of contest on who would move first, before the fox started taking off and Thoma followed, sprinting after it. By the time he even arrived to the table the fox was long gone. He stood shocked shocked and in dismay as his plans were crumbling right in front of his eyes and yours. Muddy paw prints now dirtied the once pristine cloth. Your gift now on the sand. You arrived to him crouched on the floor, dusting off sand out of the wrapping paper.

You whispered his name, trying to get his attention. He looked upwards to your figure above him, nervous smile on his lips, but eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Love,” you crouched down as well, hands reaching for his face, cradling it, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones tenderly.

“Thank you for your efforts.” You pecked his cheeks, nose, and forehead before you pecked his lips gently.

“Is that for me?” he nodded slowly, hands getting a tighter grip around the gift and still refusing to look at your eyes, behavior reminding you of a dog who misbehaved.

“I brought you a gift too.” You sing-sanged, hoping to catch his attention. His eyes slowly looked up shifting between looking at you and away from you.

“Two gifts actually,” you smiled, pulling his shoulders up, dragging him to the table, and setting him down on his chair while he just kept staring at you in disbelief.

“My…bouquet skills aren’t as good,” you reached for a basket you’d been carrying (unbeknownst to Thoma) “but I know how important Windblume is to a Mondstadter, and I suppose this is similar in a way…what-what I mean is, this is for you.” You stopped your own rambling and gently took out a bouquet of windwheel asters and baby’s breath.

“Where did you get these?” He was awestruck, fingers cradling the bouquet like it would crumble if he used any force at all.

“I may have asked for a few favors.” you giggled, “Thoma, will you be my valentine?”

He sheepishly smiled before nodding.

“I also brought some food, between this and these yummy looking dishes I think we will have quite a meal, don’t you?”

“Thank you.” he reached for your hands and kissed them both, lips grazing your knuckles.

While dinner didn’t go as he planned, his heart swelled with pride at your compliments of his cooking and how much of a romantic dinner this was. The two of you then walked around the beach at night, neither of you wanting to end the date just yet.

Extra: One day when Yae Miko found the two of you strolling through Inazuma, she instantly questioned Thoma about the date and how rude it was to have been avoiding her, to which he nervously protested that it wasn’t the case. You looped your arm around his and looked at her in the eyes and said that the date was lovely. He looked dumbfounded, but stayed silent as she looked over at the two of you knowingly but let it go, asking to join her for tea sometime at the shrine.

♡ Kazuha:

Now with the more stable relations between Sangonomiya and the Shogunate, Kazuha was a free man.

And, now that he was free, he wanted to spend all his time with you.

He knew of the upcoming ‘holiday’ dedicated to love, but he wasn’t too sure what to do to impress you. He asked captain Beidou but it was sort of futile when she gave him a slap on the back and proceeded to tell him “if you want to break hearts you should fight a big creature in front of them or take them on a romantic cruise. That’ll sweep them off their feet!”

No, he will not be fighting anything that day. And while the idea of spending a holiday in a ship did sound enticing, it also felt common, the two of you had sailed before.

He was, however, interested in the romantic aspect of it all. He knew you loved hearing his poetry, and he had so many poems written about you that it felt right to share some of his works with you. But outside of that, he was at a loss on what he could do to make that day special.

To sweep you off your feet, so to speak.

He pondered, what would be a place or activity that would be romantic but tender?

He then asked Kokomi, hoping that she would spark an idea. The young woman set her war strategy book down, brows scrunched up in thought for a while.

“Aha!” her exclamation made the wandering samurai jump from his seat, “I recently read an Inazuman novel where the couple took a stroll through the woods before they found a clearing and had a romantic picnic with candles, one character took their guitar and serenaded the other.”

A picnic? The idea itself seemed perfect, he could make some nice dishes and read you poetry. The plan has been decided, now it was just about picking a good spot. Now, he knew that he’s seen a lot of beautiful places, but his mind was so blank. Should it be during nighttime? Sunset? What if you didn’t even want to celebrate this holiday?

—

On the day, he showed up at your doorstep with a basket and a smile, asking you to join him for a mystery walk. You returned the smile and accepted his request.

“Alright, let’s head off.”

He intertwined his hand with yours, following a small gravel path that was getting overtaken by grass and small flowers.

“My, I don’t think I’ve ever been in this place before.” you mumbled absentmindedly, looking around.

“I found a beautiful spot at the top of this hill some years ago back when I wandered around Inazuma. Its a view I wish to share with you.”

“That is such a sweet sentiment.” you squeezed his hand gently.

“Although,” he said quietly, unsure if he would sound cheesy saying so, “the beauty of the view does not compare to yours.” Butterflies fluttered in his stomach for saying such words, to which he couldn’t quite comprehend. It was the truth, and yet why are his hands feeling so clammy? And the constant heat blooming in his cheeks made him feel woozy. He kept smiling at you, loving how the sun would reflect from your eyes. He felt like he was floating.

The bushes had gotten dense, blocking the view and the road. He tried searching for the clearing, but he couldn’t see a thing. He took another step before he found himself falling down, with your hands still intertwined you fell with him. You yelped at the sudden fall, he quickly pulled you closer to him, caging you in. You both fell with a heavy thud, but his body protecting your landing. The basket long forgotten now rolling around in the dirt.

“Oh my god Kazuha, are you okay? Are you hurt?” you lifted yourself on your elbows to get a better look at him.

He wheezed a groan and rolled his head.

“You…your elbows are digging on my ribs love.”

You left a string of incoherent apologies and lifted off him to sit beside him, quickly reaching for him to check on him. There was a small gash on his cheekbone, small droplets of blood slowly falling. You quickly dug through your pockets, earning a curious glance from your lover.

“I figured…” You paused, smiling after finally getting a hold of what you were looking for, “that since we were gonna go on a hike, that I somehow would embarrass myself and fall or something so—” You showed a handful of pink bandaids with hearts and cats like it was gold, “ta-da!”

“Come closer please.” you began to peel the backside of the bandaid and he did as told.

Your face inched closer to his, examining the cut closely. Your fingers tried dusting off any dirt that stuck to his skin. Once that you were content, you then gently applied the bandaid.

“I think it might bruise…you shouldn’t have tried to cushion my fall.” you hummed, a grimace on your lips. Hand caressing his other cheek.

“Better than having you get hurt.” He leaned his cheek further onto your hand, smushing his cheek.

You couldn’t help but smile, “I can’t even be mad at you, you are too cute sir.”

“Oh? does this mean I am not in trouble anymore?”

“You never were. I just worry.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always.”

You were about to say something when a glow behind Kazuha caught your eye. Now paying full attention to where you were. It was the inside of a cave with flora all around you, flowers blooming closest to where the rays of the sun were creeping in. Vines wrapped around rocks and climbed all the way to what seemed to be the ceiling of this place. But most beautiful of all, crystal flies were beginning to float all around, gentle glows of various colors making it seem like never-ending fireworks.

“Kazuha, look…its gorgeous!”

You stood up and looked for the basket, quickly taking out the blanket. Surprisingly, none of the food was totally destroyed, just the cupcakes not longer had icing. Kazuha hesitantly helped you unpack the rest of the things. Once done, you pat the spot next to you and he knew that it was your way to tell him to cuddle.

The both of you stayed like that, looking up at the crystal flies like they were stars.

Softly, he asked if this place was really okay.

“Oh love” you smiled, looking at him.

“No matter where we go I’ll love it.”

You reached for his face and kissed his covered cheek softly.

Extra: “Hey Kazuha?” "Yes my dear?" “Remind me to clean that cut when we get back home, I don’t want it to get infected.” “Let’s try and figure out how to leave this cave first.”

[watatsumiis]

Happy Birthday, Thoma! (Thoma X Reader drabble)

Content: Thoma X gender neutral!reader with a pre-established bond - written entirely platonically but can be read whatever way. Mentions of people 'forgetting' his birthday (they haven't really).

It's no secret that the housekeeper of the Yashiro Commission is almost as busy as the Commissioner himself - it's rare to see him stand still, let alone sit down and take a break of his own volition. He seems to revel in having something to do at any given moment.

Thoma spending his birthday working away wouldn't have surprised you if it weren't for the fact that it seemed that the rest of the household had collectively forgotten to wish him a happy birthday. It's a bright, sunny day out, which quite suits Thoma's own sunny disposition.

The man in question is hanging a load of washing just outside the estate, hair wrapped up in a white kerchief to keep it out of his face. He straightens up as you approach, letting out a soft groan as he stretches his back out.

"Hey there, T." You greet him happily and he turns on his heel to face you, giving you one of his signature broad smiles that makes you feel warm on the inside.

"Heya!" He chirrups out pleasantly, wiping some sweat off his forehead with a freckled forearm and setting his other hand on his hip. "It's a nice day, isn't it?" He doesn't wait for your reply before barrelling on. "If you're looking for either of the Kamisato's, I'm afraid you're out of luck. They're in the city today, it seems they had other things to do." There seems to be no hint of upsetness or annoyance in his voice at all. You wonder if maybe you've got the date wrong, and furrow your brow.

Thoma catches onto your hesitance instantly, his eyebrows pinching together in the middle and his head tilting to the side in a puppy-like manner. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, as if he isn't the one who should be upset here.

"I…uh… it is your birthday today, right?" You ask him, not wanting to make a fool of yourself by presenting him a gift on the wrong day.

Thoma seems taken aback, almost baffled, and you begin to curse yourself for somehow getting the date wrong. He scratches at the light smattering of strawberry blond stubble on his chin, only visible thanks to how bright it is out here. "Huh. It might be." He muses.

"Might be?" You echo incredulously and set your hands on your hips. Thoma shrugs and gives you an easygoing grin that makes his eyes crinkle in the corners.

"Yep, that would explain the flowers - oh, and the new sewing kit." You blink at him disbelievingly.

"You forgot your own birthday?" He chuckles, then stoops down suddenly to scoop up an undershirt to hang on the line.

"It sure seems that way." He's so completely nonchalant about it that you almost feel bad for him.

"Hey!" You reach out to take the shirt from him and he gives you a look that borders on upset. "No chores on your birthday!"

"I've been doing chores all morning." Thoma informs you, hardly missing a beat before he plucks another item of clothing from the basket. "That one goes here." He murmurs in an undertone, tapping an empty space on the line for you to pin the shirt to.

You realise now why he didn't know it was his birthday - he must've been busy all morning. "Didn't Ayato or Ayaka say anything to you? Or… anyone?" You reach up and hang the shirt out to dry, doing your best to mimic how Thoma has laid them all out nearly before you bend down to grab something else out of the basket.

"The Estate has been rather empty today. I'd assume the Lord and Lady are busy trying to upstage my surprise parties from last year." Thoma puffs his chest out smugly and chuckles to himself.

"Huh." You suppose that makes sense, but you can't help but be a little upset at the rest of the household for just allowing Thoma to go about his chores like normal. You pin up clothes in silence for a few moments before Thoma speaks up again.

"So, do I get a 'Happy Birthday', or just a scolding?" Thoma teases you brightly, green eyes narrowed in amusement as he cards his fingers through his hair.

You give him a light push on his upper arm. "No more chores for today, alright?" He dips his head obediently, and you pull the last item out of the basket before he can and hang it up quickly. "Happy Birthday, Thoma."

Please don't copy, repost, plagarise or otherwise steal my writing! (This includes posting translations!)

[existingispetty]

Hi!! can I rq some cuddling headcanons for Kaeya, Childe, and Thoma? tysm!

Hello! Thank you so much and I apologize for the wait I this took a little ling.. but I hope you enjoy! +++++++++++++++++++++++++ Prompt: cuddles!

Characters: Kaeya, Childe/Tartaglia , Thoma.

Type: fluff, headcannons

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Kaeya

+ He is a very endearing Cuddler…

+ He will always be the big spoon he can’t stand being the little spoon angry

+ He loves to just have his lover sitting on his lap with their legs wrapped around his hips it makes him feel close.

+ There are barely any moments in your daily life where he’s not touching you somewhere on your body

+ He prefers to cuddle on a couch or bed but he is willing to give you cuddles anywhere.

+ He flirts in public but he doesn't really cuddle in public.

+ Kaeya just adores hugging you close to him, he doesn’t want you to leave him.

+ Kaeya is kinda cold body temperature-wise so if you don’t like that you might not enjoy cuddles with Kaeya

+ Kaeya will mumble soft loving words into your ear while cuddling.

+ Kaeya is only into cuddling if you are, otherwise, he doesn't cuddle much!

Childe/ Tartaglia

+ He is a joking cuddler if that makes sense.

+ He doesn’t mind if he’s a big spoon or a little spoon.

+ He doesn’t care how you guys cuddle he just wants to have you close to him!

+ Childe might not cuddle all that much but he loves holding your hand.

+ Childe will cuddle wherever he is when he gets in the mood.

+ Childe likes making sure you are close to him so you are still alive and well.

+ Childe is like a freezer but a nice freezer so cuddles with him on a hot day preferably.

+ Childe will always whisper stupid jokes into your ear while cuddling he does not take it seriously.

+ Beware the tickle monster (aka Childe) while cuddling because once he’s started you can’t stop him.

+ Childe is hard to cuddle with but he’s loving as well.

Thoma

+ Thoma is the cutest cuddler ever.

+ Thoma loves being a little spoon but he’s ok with a big spoon as well!

+Thoma loves having his arms wrapped around you but please just hold him it makes him feel so loved.

+Thoma doesn't want to be too clingy so he doesn't seek out cuddles.

+Thoma will cuddle anywhere and everywhere as long as you are up for it.

+Thoma definitely doesn’t mind cuddling in public but he does get a little flustered.

+ Thoma is like fire (not because of his vision) he can be a little too warm…

+ Thoma will Kiss your skin wherever he can while cuddling.

+ Thoma would just squeeze you and tell you how much he is thankful for you.

+ Cuddling with Thoma is the most relaxing happy thing ever.

[tojivu]

PICK YOU UP AT 8.

a/n hahah Hi

warnings/tags dates with genshin men. gn!reader. includes zhongli diluc childe xiao thoma. a little favouritism in childe LOL sorry. petname ‘baby’ used in childe’s. mentions of wearing a dress in xiao’s.

ZHONGLI never lets the romance die. you’ve been together for a while now, and he has never disappointed you in that time. candles, picking you up in his car, getting out of it and opening the door for you—dates with your boyfriend are truly the highlight of the week. due to his busy schedule at the funeral parlour, he often leaves you alone in the wee hours of the night; but he never lets you go a week without a date where it’s just the two of you. he values you greatly and it shows in the way he puts so much effort into these special nights, and he’d often ask you how you liked it afterwards (if there need be improvement, though rare).

“hello, dear. ready to go?” he’s walking you to his car, your arm around his—and you nod.

you wonder where he’s taking you this time, since it was his turn to pick this week; but you don’t really care. anywhere with zhongli is fine with you, even if it was a junkyard and you two spent the night eating chips & watching the stars.

he ends up taking you to a fancy restaurant in the city, in a high rise building—he pulls the chair back for you, and you’re speechless at the view. the city lights were bright, and you could see cars commuting multiple floors below. it overlooked many of the other buildings, but what caught your attention the most was the night sky.

“the view is so.. stunning, zhongli—how did you get a spot here?”

“anything for a beautiful view, y/n.”

you notice he’s not even looking outside, but instead staring right at you. you don’t know why, or maybe you do and you’re just shy: but something’s telling you that it’s not the city view he’s talking about.

DILUC never understood the appeal of date nights before you came along. he thought they were pointless, spending money to do something outside the comfort of your own home seemed like just that. it was only until you expressed your need for quality time that he finally gave it a try. having a busy schedule, he wasn’t sure when to take you out—but when he finally did find an opportunity, he found himself enjoying it much more than he thought he would. ever since then, he’s been picking you up from work at least once a week and taking you out to somewhere new; diluc’s never one to disappoint.

work ended late into the afternoon and you were starving. your coworkers waved you goodbye as they entered their taxis home, and you were just about to book a ride too—but a few seconds later, you see a familiar white car stop in front of you.

the window rolls down, and you see your boyfriend in the driver’s seat. what an extravagant entrance, you think, and you find yourself snickering at him.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, blank and deadpan expression worn.

“nothing. where are we going now?”

“you ask this every single time; you wouldn’t know.”

“i thought so.” you smile. it’s amazing, how someone could know so many places. at least now, you’ll have more places than just your shared apartment to make memories in.

you get in the car, and you both drive off.

CHILDE plans the most obnoxious, extravagant dates. he knows that you think it’s cringe, but he loves seeing the embarrassment on your face when he appears at your doorstep in his finest suit with the most colourful flowers, a sign in his left hand saying “will you go on a date with me?”. you could say it’s not surprising, a man of his nature doing such things—yet it’s sweet, not more sweet than cringeworthy, but still sweet nontheless. you were the lowkey, stay at home with pizza and binge movies type: after all, that was what your ex boyfriends had given you—but it’s childe, so you can always expect something more.

it’s a rainy friday night and childe hasn’t texted you. you’re sure he’s up to one of his stupid antics again, but a part of you thinks he’s probably swamped with work and can’t text you. it disappoints you a little, but it can’t be helped anyway. there’s always next week.

just then, your doorbell tune plays. you get up from bed, excited, but then you remember you ordered food an hour ago. could be the delivery guy, childe wouldn’t just appear at your door during a thunderstorm without telling you he’ll be late, right?

but you open the door and see him, drenched from head to toe, holding a bouqet of flowers (that were also wet). “i’m so sorry baby, i got caught in the rain while buying these.” he explains, using his free hand to move the hair away from his face.

it’s safe to say you two didn’t have the expected date that night. but he’s here, in your home, snuggled up next to you—he’s warm from the shower you told him to take, so you don’t really care; a break from the glam once in a while isn’t a bad thing.

XIAO is never late. he plans down to the minute, every detail in his mind—it always goes according to his plans whenever you two are out. usually, it’s always him who handles the where, when and how. you were never the type to plan ahead, often throwing yourself out there and seeing where it took you—and always the one following others plans and agreeing with everything. it was a friday night and you’ve gotten sick of the restaurants; you’ve sworn that you visited one of them at least more than 5 times in a month already.

you’re tempted to ask xiao to change it up a little, but it’s last minute—you’re getting ready and he’s on the way. you’re sure he would get mad, who wouldn’t? he’s booked a reservation, he’s wearing his nicest suit and you’re in your prettiest dress, it’d be a bit rude; but you’re sick of the monotony, work has got your legs sore and there’s nothing you want more than to lay in bed with your boyfriend.

xiao shows up at your door, and you hesitantly speak up before he takes your hand. “can we just stay in tonight?”

“tired today?” he smiles, expression soft and understanding—and you’re immediately relieved.

the night definitely did not go as xiao envisioned, but it’s okay—he’s with you, still, and that’s all he needs to check off his list.

THOMA grimaces at the thought of sitting across his lover, eating and just talking. that is the most boring thing ever, he would say; and that’s not because he doesn’t enjoy conversation with you, it’s mostly because there isn’t an opportunity for him to see you laugh or smile until your cheeks hurt at a dinner table. you won’t see anything funny at a fancy restaurant that would make you burst out laughing—and thoma loves that most about you, how your voice jumps an octave when you’re laughing and smiling, how your eyes sparkle most in those moments, or how you clutch your stomach when it’s too much to bear. there’s no fun in it, he would tell you time and time again.

due to this, it was clear what he needed to do. rule number 1, no dinner dates at fancy 5 star restaurants (unless you’re really craving a good steak). the weekend arrives swiftly, and you know your boyfriend is going to surprise you with a new adventure. this time, it’s going hiking and ziplining.

“oh, but we’ll be going together!” he responds, all cheery when you tell him you’re not a big fan of heights.

“that doesn’t make it any better.”

“are you sure? we could hold hands—“ thoma adds on, clearly convinced this was the most romantic thing to do with your lover.

“we are going to a restaurant after this. and i’m going to talk the entire time.”

140323 — omg this was shpposed to go up 2 months ago but i got swept up in so much :,, anyways not proof read as always don’t comment anything mean or else it’s another hiatus ok bye

[k-ayden]

my autumn warmth (fluff)

premise : the reader and thoma are cuddling together right outside of the komore teahouse, sitting together with some tea on a table.

content disclaimer : thoma x reader, (slight) praising, the reader has no definite gender, tall reader, comfort/fluff, a small drabble

this account writes mlm/nblm fanfiction, if you identify as female then please look somewhere else to read, as i don't write for fem readers.

slender fingers traced along the snowy, pale skin of the blond haired male, the ticklish touch causing a light chuckle to slip past his lips. in his lover's arms, thoma could only gaze into their [e/c] eyes, filled with nothing more than sincere admiration. to think, that even a simple housekeeper could find someone who carried the warmth and tenderness of spring, whispers coaxing the male into the loving embrace of the other, keeping him under some kind of enchantment. an enchantment that casted over the change of seasons, sparking once the cherry blossoms had just opened up. he could remember [y/n]'s confession so clearly...

" my love.. " the taller whispered into his ear, breathing out in a soft voice, their thumb brushing against his cheek, and soon trailing down to his shoulder, their eyes taking in thoma's beauty adoringly. their other hand laid rest on his face, the blond instinctively pressing into it as he closed his green eyes, taking soft breathes. for the longest time, he never shut his eyes during these loving moments. for fear that if he did, he'd wake up alone, empty. no warmth to carry him through the steady cold of autumn, making way for the freezing snow of winter. but those feelings, those insecurities have long passed on, allowing him to fully immerse himself in his partner's comfort.

soft lips were pressed on his forehead, causing a sheepish simper to stretch on his lips, leaning more into the touch of the taller male. he felt so happy, so cherished.. so safe. he no longer had to worry while he was with them, his autumn warmth. " you seem quite happy to see me.." the soft voice that lulled him into his comfort only pulled him in deeper, his own lips slightly separating as though he wanted to say something, but alas, he couldn't think of what to say. his emerald green eyes soon opened up, looking to his sweetheart as a light pink tint dusted onto his cheeks, as the other continued to gently rub his face, as though praising him for only being there. even if it was a moment of silence, a moment to just indulge in each other with no cares, he was having full conversations with just the way that he made eye contact with them.

and so, a meek, yet happy chuckle slipped out from his soft lips, eyes closing once more as he sighed, nuzzling into his lover's hand. " i'm just enjoying the moment.." he admitted with a soft hum, his arms lazily snaking around the other's waist, pulling them close. his body pressed against theirs, as he just stayed in that position, eyes opening slightly just to look up at them. to be held was already a gift to him, but to be loved? to be adored? even if he's fantasized about it.. he never expected it to feel so good. his heart quickened in pace and he blushed harder, the thought of the other taking care of him so sweetly lingering with no intention of leaving his mind. and it was clear that his partner could sense it.

" you're so sweet, thoma.. " [y/n] immediately breathed out to him, causing his gaze to quickly shift away from them, looking over to a wall or perhaps the ground. he couldn't tell, his vision was seemingly blurred with hearts in his eyes, stomach growing fuzzy as he became fully conscious of the moment. he didn't even pay attention to what they said, but he didn't need to. he already blushed just from knowing that it was some kind of compliment. even if he had gone through it so many times, it always felt like his heart was burning with love, too shy to even continue with the moment, especially with his partner being taller than he was. it wasn't intimidating, per say, as he always saw the other as some kind of large teddy bear, but it did fluster him to know just how easy they could pick him up and carry him around.

" i love you.. " he finally breathed out, the words so foreign to his tongue, and yet.. his heart leaped with joy once [y/n] was clearly listening to him speak, even if he almost fumbled over his words out of embarrassment. he couldn't help it.. especially when he deemed the other to be so perfect. even if they rejected the notion, he knew that they were perfect, at least to him. and it always made him happy to know that they felt the same about him, even without having to explicitly say it.

" i love you too, thoma.. " they finally spoke, keeping him close to them, gently cradling him in their arms. he was theirs, and they were his. they pressed another tender kiss to his forehead with a hum, a small smile sneaking onto their lips.

" my autumn warmth . "

[astrxlis-archive]

hi hi sweetheart <3 anyway, can i get a ficlet for thoma (i wanna say it's obvious but i was struggling to choose between him and xiao) where the reader goes silent or not respondent as a coping mechanism when they are placed in a social situation? i kinda just wanna see thoma comforting and speaking for them. in a way, it's like a traveller and paimon situation. you can chose to make it platonic or romantic because either way is fine by me! love you and don't force yourself to do this!

hi dear <3 thank you so much for the request! i left the nature of the relationship open so you can take this however you want. hope this is to your liking! love you too 🥰

WARNINGS: selective mutism

“hey-” you blink, suddenly aware of your surroundings. thoma’s looking at you with thinly-veiled concern, one hand placed on your shoulder, squeezing gently. he smiles once your eyes meet his. “are you back with me?”

you nod, licking your lips. your mouth feels drier than the deserts of natlan. when you try to speak, nothing comes out, so you sigh and resort to giving thoma a strained smile, brows furrowed. the people around you are still lost in their own conversation, so your little exchange went mostly unnoticed.

“you weren’t out long, don’t worry.” he whispers, a small smile gracing his lips. “do you want to stay here or leave?”

you bring your own hand to curl around his, squeezing once before letting go. stay. thoma nods and relaxes back into his seat, but makes the side of his thigh is touching yours, and it’s a familiar comfort that makes warmth spread through your entire being.

all you were doing was accompanying him in one of the many dinners and meals he’d promised around town, nothing new for you or him; if you were around when he’d suggested it, you were automatically included, and there had never been any complaints, nor have you had any problems with the arrangements.

“a package deal, the two of you,” one of the shopkeepers in ritou had joked once - and how right he had been.

this time, it was in one of the food stands near the docks; a fisherman wanted to discuss some issues he and others had been experiencing - you weren’t quite sure what, exactly, given you’d only met the man after the dinner arrangements had been settled as you had been busy with your own purchases around ritou at the time.

the issue itself had been resolved quite quickly, so the three of you had been enjoying a quiet, tasteful meal until a group of people walked by and the fisherman had called out a greeting. the group had flocked over, greetings were exchanged, and then one by one, they decided to stay and talk, and suddenly what had been a three-person dinner had suddenly become a big gathering. thoma, bless his social butterfly heart, had taken it in stride, since the original purpose of the dinner had been fulfilled, but you?

with each new person that decided to stay, the less vocal you became, until eventually you stopped talking altogether, the conversation slowly becoming background noise in your head as your mind started to drift elsewhere, absent-mindedly toying with the straw of your drink until thoma called you back.

“so,” a different voice grabs your attention by calling your name, your head snapping up to locate its’ owner, the fisherman. “we usually see you two together around ritou, but i’m not sure i know what your position is within the kamisato clan?” he takes a sip from his sake before clearing his throat. “are you even part of it?”

“they’re our official tailor.” thoma immediately takes over your reply in a light tone, eyes shining with pride. “milady’s current outfit was designed and sewn by them.”

you tap your index finger against the back of his hand to grab his attention, raising one eyebrow when he looks your way.

“oh, right! lord kamisato’s outfit too - it's all them, their own original designs and creations.”

someone breathes a wow, and then there's an influx of praise, all directed towards you; about how skilled you were, how it must’ve been a pressuring job considering their positions. thoma handles everything in your stead with grace, and as a shy smile spreads through your face, you take a moment to slide your hand on top of his, curling your fingers around the space between his index and thumb, your fingertips caressing his gloved palm when you give his hand a gentle squeeze. thank you.

you’re taking a sip from your neglected drink when he turns his hand around on your grasp, interlocking your fingers without missing a beat in the conversation, resting your joined hands on top of your touching thighs. i’m always here for you.

[andraxicated]

Chapter three | springtime crush

Chapter pairings: Thoma, Kaeya x f! reader

Series synopsis: Born and bred to be empress, your clan has sent many women to the royal court but never the most coveted position out of them all. Thanks to your schematic family, the moment you came to this world was when the first empress has been rid of, presenting the fate of a mere newborn. Try to adjust to your life in the throne as your heart is shaken by the men who came to your life, one after another. Either as a passerby, a lesson or perhaps true love.

Chapter synopsis: Spring calls for a warm and lovely season of love. Perfect for addressing the blooming feelings that were planted years ago.

Tags: fluff, angst, thoma being a sweetheart, angry kaeya

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“Your Majesty, it’s springtime now. The flowers have bloomed beautifully thanks to the gardener.” Her words were quite a blur as you left the immersion of your book.   

“You should take a walk and a breath of fresh air.” Light painted nails shut the cover and handed it to the bowed servant to be returned to the library.

You look out the window. The sight of the bushes and flowerbeds varying in colors sure looks pleasing to the eye. The view from your room was good enough but perhaps it would be much better to see it in person.

“Prepare me an umbrella, I will go visit that gardener personally.”

Albedo has departed a week ago for an Inazuman client while leaving you with a few words that got you wondering why he’s creating works under another name. It’s not your business whatever is happening in his personal life but it’d be nice to figure out a hanging secret. You hate surprises plus; you could never figure out a man like him. It’s like his thoughts were always closeted from other people. Just what is he planning to do on your birthday?

And as you’re thinking about the painter’s plans, you finally arrive at the greenhouse after numerous cobblestones. Its white exteriors and glass met the sun as a prism. It was nothing like the garden back at your home, this was much like a little palace filled with flora, backed by a dense forest that extends to the emperor’s residence.

This was just the legendary garden that you have heard of a hundred times. It was the only advantage you could think of as the maids try to calm you down whenever you cried; your little fists kept rubbing on your eyes as they try to stop you, telling you stories of the enchanted garden in the empress’ palace.

“Are there butterflies? Sparkles?”

“Yes. Lots of them!”

It was a lot less enchanting now under the circumstances you were in, but you couldn’t deny the awe it had over you.

It’s a known fact that the garden was the prized possession the previous empresses had, every one of them loved the place more so than their husbands and children. You understood them because when you see the sunlight gleaming through the patches of greens, together with the sweet scent of flowers, the cool shade provided, and the chirps and patter of animals; all of it looks like a fairytale. Straight out of someone’s fever dream.  

You wonder if it would retain its enchanting beauty or be scary at night.

Seeing there’s no person inside the greenhouse, you turn your back and decided to roam the palace grounds for a while. You’re almost here for a month yet you still get quite lost at your own home. But this doesn’t even feel like a home, you have unfinished business with the prince and the cold war with the emperor. It’s a sham, the royal family is always a sham. Will you ever get a happy family like the ones other people have? Will Pierro even give you a child?

Your cheeks feel flushed as you think about the process of child making. Your squirming body under that old man…

”No!” You sandwich your cheeks on both palms, the umbrella discarded as you slap yourself while closing your eyes, ridding yourself of the horrid thoughts about the emperor.

He’s your husband but why does it feel like it’s illegal to be thinking about him like that… like his tanned, ripped body that you could only see against his clothes—

'Nooo! That emperor is so annoying!’

“Empress (y/n)!”  You stop your internal tantrums amidst closed eyes and slowly open them to the sight of a character that perhaps came from a fairytale.

Daydreams be damned because this man in front of you looked like he came from someone’s night prayers. Sat on the sunken clearing was a man who looked surprised to see you behind him. A plethora of animals jumped around, surrounded by tiny common flowers and patches of sunlight on his skin.

The both of you just stared at each other until he stood up and the animals flocked away. He bowed down with a troubled expression on his face, dusting off the leaves and dirt on his clothes. “Your majesty! I’m sorry but I haven’t received word that you’re coming!—Not that you need to inform me beforehand but I’m just surprised, that’s all! I’m so sorry I’m not prepared!”

The blonde-haired man bows repeatedly like a robot, your eyeballs watching him go up and down until you come forward and lay a hand on his shoulders. He visibly stiffens under your touch yet you pay it no mind. Raising him to your level and he gradually becomes taller than you. Green eyes flutter and cheeks flush until you step back with a reserved smile.

“Please don’t bow like that ever again. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Ah. I’m sorry.”

You examine his features and his body language; fidgeting and an air of uneasiness radiating off him. “Please stop apologizing for little things, it can also make someone uncomfortable.” He relaxes visibly from your words and his muscles no longer tense.

“Are you the gardener? What’s your name?” You ask him, your voice sounding like a ripple in his ears amidst the swish of the leaves.

You’re finally here…

It was a day just like any other in spring. Thoma could smell the flowers since the market was flourishing with them and he had hoped to buy at least one for his mom, the most beautiful one that caught his eye. An imported flower called Cecilia that was as white as it was pure, fragrant, and soft to the sight. He’s already moving with his eyes fixed but he was suddenly blocked by a taller figure.

One look and he knew he had to step back and let the nobleman have his way. A powerless commoner like him could only watch as the Cecilia is picked up by the blue-haired man to be bought.

“How much is this?”

“150,000 mora, sir. This flower brings good fate as everything in Mondstadt is blessed by Celestia.” The vendor replies and the nobleman casually takes out a bag of mora and drops it onto the vendor’s hands. Thoma was sure it was more than 150,000 mora in the bag; he watches the flowers get wrapped in a delicate design and handed over with such care as if glass. The buyer then thanked the vendor before walking away with such an aura, the breeze of his clothing and masculine scent brushed past Thoma’s face like a slap.   

It was silly of him to think of buying that when it was that expensive. A bunch of white flowers from the holy kingdom cost months of his family’s food. But this vendor is also trying to make a living, he cannot blame the happy old man counting the sudden fortune in his palms.

Thoma found himself buying the usual flavorless bread and munching on it, half of it broken for his mom. Sitting on the sidewalk, contemplating whether he should cross the sea to Inazuma to find his dad that never came back, and wondering if the one who received the flowers really needed a good fate.

If it was for a noblewoman then she already has a good life ahead of her. To be able to eat three meals a day that didn’t repeat is already enough. Why would you need a 150,000 mora flower…

From his peripheral, he could see a glimpse of white that he saw earlier, yet the one holding it is a different person now. Anyone who received such a gift should be happy but your expression was down. You kept looking at the flower like it was worthless and he finally had enough when you plucked a petal harshly, some of its leaves falling.

“Stop that! That’s expensive!” He shouted, your gaze transferring over to him as you squint and judge. “That came from the holy kingdom, so don’t do that and treat it like a doll.”

He didn’t know what overcame him to stand up beyond his means. Picking a fight with a noble lady is not what he does.

“It’s not yours though. Why do you have a say in what I do with what’s mine?” Thoma almost shivered from your cold voice, his mind telling him to back down and apologize, if he happens to offend you this would not end nicely. He had to tread carefully within the conversation.

“Uh…well the vendor put great care in it and I’m sure it was cultivated for a long time”

“Do you want one?” You could clearly see that he has his eyes back and forth between your face and the flowers. You presume Dottore has once again snatched someone of what they want.

“Excuse me?” Dumbfounded was an understatement as 14-year-old Thoma watched you take one Cecilia from the bouquet, your dainty hands offering a flower to him. He’s being given something by a noble lady, and the honor of accepting froze him to the ground as you spin the Cecilia in front of him.

“Please take it now if you don’t want the both of us in trouble. Sell it, eat it or give it to someone, do whatever you want with it. I apologize if I can only give you one—contrary to what you think, this is a very important gift to me.”

“I-I” He couldn’t speak because he’d never met an unstinting noble like you. He wanted to say thank you while hesitantly taking it from your hand, but he was too shocked to properly coordinate a sentence. Just when he gathered the courage to open his mouth was when you rushed to the blue-haired man who just came out of the door.

“Are you leaving now?” Your voice turned sweet unlike the passiveness with him.

“Mhm, you’ll probably never see me for a few years. Good for you.” The man replied before opening the carriage, lending you a hand, and waiting for you to go in before him.  The door was shut and his eyes followed the moving carriage until it turned to the street.

Thoma listened to the conversation with envy, wanting to be the man beside you who could be able to speak freely. He wonders when he’ll get his chance like that, or if he ever will.

Memories of a long distant past flashed back in his mind when he sees you in front of him matured with a kinder tone. He bites his lips, composing himself before confidently saying his name; honored to be serving the older girl who now became the empress.

“Thoma. My name is Thoma, Your majesty.”

As the maid brushes your hair for the night, you suddenly spoke of your thoughts about the gardener. The encounter with him earlier was bugging your mind, it’s something you can’t put your finger on.

“I feel like I’ve seen him before. It’s weird.”

“Who is it?” The young maid asks, a smile creeping on her lips from your advancement in socialization. “The gardener. He looks familiar.”

“Maybe you saw him walking around the palace. Aside from taking care of plants, he’s also quite a fixer in the palace.”

You raise your brows. “Fixer? What does he fix?”

“He just has a wide array of connections with the outside people and is very friendly.” Her eyes linger on your stoic expression. “Don’t worry! It’s not anything illegal, he just helps people because he can.” She replies and your mind is boggled by someone so angelic. You don’t think it’s true; no one’s that good in this world to help and ask for nothing in return.

Clad in a sleeveless dress for the warm weather, you go looking for Thoma once again. Something inside makes you want to know him more, approach him and satiate your curiosity about the man. You soon arrive at the greenhouse but he’s not there. Is he neglecting his work? You only saw him playing with the animals last time too.

“Tsk” You let out a sound as you always disapprove of slackers. Yet as you pass by the array of blooming flowers and shaped hedges, your mouth is shut and unable to judge him any further. It is very tiring to look around the garden when your eyebrows are starting to furrow and your temper rising. Where in the world is he?

Clearing your throat before shouting “Thoma!” Your voice embarrassingly echoes, cringing when the sound reaches your ears. You sigh. Annoyed by your wasted time and so you turn to leave. But a cheerful voice answering back to you has you turning around in a twirl. 

“Empress (y/n)! Good morning!” Running to you with sweat shining on his body, he has a grin plastered on him despite the obvious hardship in his clothes. Thoma was holding a rake, apron, boots, and gloves all dirtied by soil. To interrupt him in his job made you feel guilty along with how he handles all the gardenwork himself.

Your eyes remain pitifully on his figure, lifting your chin to talk to him and examining his expression; he seems to be pathetically happy in his job. “Are you getting paid well? As far as I know, you’re the only gardener in my residence, I don’t get why the palace is so stingy about hiring gardeners…Do you want a helper?” You ask him and Thoma’s eyes widen, startling you too.

“No! I’m getting paid really well!” He shakes his head like a puppy. “I don’t want any helper. I can handle things by myself here! There is no hardship when I’m serving the empress.” He spoke.

What flattery this commoner uses.

“If you’re not satisfied with your pay, complain to me directly. You have every right to complain by how hard you’re working. Thank you for taking care of the gardens, it’s a pleasant sight to wake up to.”

At your words, his heart swells and a blush tints his skin pink. For you to say that what he had worked hard on is a pleasant sight to see makes his stomach do somersaults, his heart clamoring to get out of his chest. He only saw you that one time but he felt like he spent his years thinking about you.

He was a mere commoner far away from you, he could only hope to be the servant by your side.

“It’s my job to keep the gardens in good shape. Ah, I recently cleared the grass on the hills, it’s much smoother now and good for barefoot. Do you want to see it?”

“Hills? There are hills in the palace?”

“Yes, I myself was surprised when the territory of the palace extends there. It’s a lot of work for me…but thanks to technology I’m not that tired!” Thoma waves off your worries of overexerting and you smile, amused by his enthusiasm and youthful air.

“Thoma, are you younger than me?” Your question throws him off guard, a deeper never-ending blush crawling on his cheeks. He frequently hears that ladies nowadays prefer older men, and to answer his age in front of you…

“Yes.” He replied with his head down. You laugh at how cute he was, you never had a younger person close to you before.

“Why are you sad? Isn’t it good to be young?” “Not that good.”  

The walk to the hills was short but with a lot of mud and rocks, thankfully the sun dried those up except for sticky parts that you had to look out for. Clutching your dress to avoid them from touching the ground, Thoma sees that you’re struggling to take steps. He wants to help but how? He cannot carry you carelessly and it would be inappropriate to hold your hand and dirty it, so he can only wait for you to complain.

But you don’t utter a word as you arrive and finally step on lush greenery. The heat doesn’t stop you from admiring the azure cloudless sky, the blue extends to the sea that unexpectedly showed up. Far from you yet visible are the rocky mountains of Liyue and the neighboring Fontaine.

“I didn’t know this place was so high up.” You mumble among yourself and Thoma looks at your impressed face, satisfied.

“You can go barefoot. It’s safe, there’s no worms or anything, you won’t catch a disease.”

“How can you be so sure? Do you have microscopic eyes?” You question him with a joke and he laughs, the smile affecting you too. “I personally raked the hills for your feet. Your body is delicate and therefore needs to be taken care of.”

Is it just you or does the last sentence sounds weird? Thoma seems to have been thinking the same as you when he suddenly runs off to the middle to hide his flush. And you instinctively follow him before taking off your shoes, taking them in your hand.

The green beneath you tickles your feet, a smile naturally owning your lips as you remember the days gone by. Running around the hills like a child, discarded of any responsibility as you let out the happiest you’ve been since arriving at the palace.

You hover over him while Thoma then squats and picked up a red flower that looks like a toy.  

It was a windwheel aster, the greenhouse already has it but seeing it swaying alone in the hills is something to see. Thoma clumsily gets his tools from his pockets and trims the roots, your eyes following his skilled hands curving and clenching.

The flower now looks like it came from the market, cleaned and vibrant.

Thoma sheepishly hands you the flower and you take it, chuckling at how delicate and fragile it looks in your palms. You spin it around to let it catch the wind and it starts to look like the toys you used to enjoy as a child. Seeing it has you reminiscing your childhood, even though it was not all rainbows there were certainly still happy memories.  

“Thank you for this. It’s such a common flower but you can’t deny that it’s still beautiful.”

“Do you like flowers?”

You nod. “Yes. I like flowers. But the bad thing about them is that they wither quickly, only to be thrown away or kept in a forgotten book. There are synthetic flowers now for decorations and last longer, but it doesn’t have the same texture and fragrance.”

Thoma nods in agreement and catches himself off guard by his unexpected question.

“Will you throw away the one I gave you?” He doesn’t know what came over him to ask you such a bold question. It shouldn’t be his business with what you do to your gifts, just like what you said back then.

But when you said that you’re keeping it.

“I’ll treasure this. I received many gifts but this one is the most interesting in a while.” He felt like he was the happiest man in the world. 

“Empress. Real flowers are always better.” You suddenly look at him to see a serious expression on his face, but nonetheless, it’s paired with a smile.

“Go for the one that lasts a short time but is real rather than putting up with a fake.”

“Where is this coming from?” It sounds sentimental.” You raise an eyebrow at the younger man and he lowers his head before looking right into your eyes. Green orbs that look like jewels dig into your own as you anticipate his reply to you.

Never did you know that someone who’s supposed to be far from you is the one to be your companion.

“I noticed that you’re lonely in the palace. I presume you were lonely too when that man left.”

“What man?” Your heart suddenly quickens, your mind hurting from the shock; afraid of which man he’s talking about. If he’s talking about the prince then you’re in grave danger. You don’t really want him to know your unfaithfulness to the emperor.

“I saw you back then when you were young and I was a child.”

You let out a breathy sigh of relief when he talked about a different scene. But when did that happen? You suppose this was the sense of déjà vu you felt when you saw him.

“You were always cold and mean, you were not smiley except when you were with him.” Thoma was once again splashed by the waves of inferiority that he felt back then. It’s so wrong for him to be glad that there’s no one by your side, that you’re lonely and he’s given the chance to make you smile. But at the same time, he feels sorry for the woman he likes that she’s always frowning before.

Thoma is conflicted, and at this moment he finally understood what his mother said with her weak lips.

Love makes us conflicted; it makes us do things we’re not supposed to. It makes us step beyond our boundaries and puts us in a position that could never be taken back. You can fight the way it overtakes your heart but fools let love devour them.

“If you need a friend, I’m right here. I’m always here.” Thoma smiles at you yet your heart feels painful. You know that smile very well, you could read him too easily.

“I do not dare of becoming something more. But I dream of being the one that brings you happiness…even as a friend.”  

This was not a confession of love for he had no courage to spell it out for you. This was a request to be your friend. The only line Thoma could cross.

Gazing out the window and onto the gardens was you who cannot sleep. Tossing and turning to find a comfortable position yet your eyes don’t feel heavy. He seemed like a good guy and won’t pursue you further, perhaps you can be friends with him. Unlike Kaeya who left you hanging with those words of his.         

Speaking of the prince; you puff a sigh, blowing your hair harshly and getting out of the bed to call a servant. You and him can’t continue to be like this, it’s been weeks since the royal portrait yet he didn’t contact you even once. You cannot send letters to each other brazenly too since the palace servants already advised you. But this time, its time to set things straight.

“Edith.” You call for the servant who’s right out the door. She seems startled that you know her name yet she puts down her things and rushes to you.

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“I’ll be sending word to the prince’s residence. Please relay my message.”

You watch the attendant scurry off from your balcony; resting your head against your palm as you contemplate on what you should say. This time you’re dressed appropriately with your whole body covered; no intention to change into something provocative.

You make your way to the greenhouse earlier than the expected time. Just to check what the garden looks like in the night. Placing the lamp on a surface you look up to see how the crystalflies gather around the greenhouse. The array of colors flying and illuminating the darkness was always inexplainable to scholars. But this kind of beauty needs no explanation as the only thing you could do was admire.

Admire or they run away.

But our instinct is to touch and satiate our curiosity. And so, you come closer to a light blue crystalfly. The other ones fly away when they sensed your presence, and your silly attempt to be stealthy goes for naught when your fingers hover the creature and it flies.

You turn to follow where it goes, only to see Kaeya standing right at the glass doors. A shock straight to your heart as his eyes replace the cryo crystalfly’s light that passed right beside him. A moment of unspeakable regard for the other as you’ve not seen him for a long time.

The moonlight penetrated the greenhouse, shining upon some flowers that made them even more enchanted. In this light, Kaeya thought you looked so beautiful. So mesmerizing that you can’t help but want her.

You were good enough to him to allow a night of intimacy while the others could only look in the distance. If he crosses the line, you’ll only be farther away. He should stop this greed now.  

“Kaeya, I’m glad that you came tonight”

It’s ridiculous really. Never has he thought to feel his stomach churning from your words.

He smiles. “I could never turn down a request from you.”

“I heard you’re preparing to ascend to crown prince next year.” You bring up the word circulating in the palace. It caused a ruckus for the ministers on who to support. Because ever since from the start, the crown prince and the empress’ faction are always opposing each other.

Kaeya nods while scratching his nose. “Yeah. Those pesky old men won’t leave me alone if I don’t have my coronation next year.”

You chuckle and walk closer to him. Kaeya stops to look to observe you, his playful self long gone. Every patter of your shoes has his breath on a hold. To see you right there in front of him just like how you looked that night makes his heart pound painfully.

“I want to cut to the chase. It won’t be good if we’re found.” You say, facing him and once again see his signature garments that showcase his chest. He will be cold.

“You know why I called you here right? We left off things a little heated last time. I want to settle things between us once and for all.”

Your knowing smile cut through him.

“I’m listening”

“If I remember, we agreed that it would be a one-time thing. But perhaps feelings got in the way and…we hoped for something more. But I came here to tell you that cannot happen.”   

As Kaeya was forced to stand and listen to every word from your mouth, he finally saw how insensitive you were to his feelings. You know he liked you yet you kept on and on about how wrong everything was. Yet the only one to blame was himself. For foolishly falling for you and eating up his own words.

He bites his lip and heaves out a shaky sigh, his mind already figuring out where to run.    

Your voice resounds back to him slowly.

“…I’m really sorry. But it’s better for you to focus on becoming crown prince and gaining the power you need. You need to put yourself first and be selfish sometimes. Don’t let others hurt you that easily.”

‘Just like right now’

“I know. But what if me being selfish is to be with you?” Kaeya lifts up his head,

looking for anything in your eyes that was equal to the dwindling flame inside of him.

He was desperate enough that his eyes fooled him for thinking that your glossy eyes were of separation, but they were really of pity. Yet a man in misery always falls into delusion of what he wants to see. The brain cannot see the heart suffering and so it projects however pathetic those wishes are.

Kaeya inches closer to you with slow steps, your back hitting the center table of pots, and a yellow flower appears from your peripheral.

“Are you sure of your decision? You told me to put myself first and be selfish…but all I really want is you. I don’t have any power, the noblemen belittle me, I don’t remember my mother, my father doesn’t care for me, and I was a replacement for a night, how long do I have to keep on losing!” He shouts, gripping your shoulders painfully tight as the crystalflies scatter away from the both of you.

The once glorious scene of the greenhouse long gone.  

You didn’t like his touch. Your sharp fingernails attach themselves to his hand as you pry them away.

“Why are you asking me that?” You voice turned cold and brooding, snapping Kaeya out of his angry trance.

“Shouldn’t you complain it to the ones above why they made your life eerily pathetic? —I don’t like it when someone blames me for something I didn’t do.” You sneer at him with furrowed brows, your anger made clear. “I am very much sure of my decision.”

You didn’t want the closure to end up like this.

“And a word of advice Prince Kaeya. Touching the empress carelessly like that will have you punished. You were clearly hostile just earlier.” You whisper. “I told you didn’t I? Stop dwelling on the past and continue anew. Please heed my advice.”

He finally fucked it up.

“I’m sorry.” Was the only thing he could say. He can’t even meet your eyes in shame.  

And at that your heels clack away, its sound against the cobblestones replaying in his mind like a faraway dream.

He stares at the yellow carnations for a while when a light green crystalfly perches itself on top of the flowers.

“Are you telling me something?” He must’ve gone insane from the heartbreak when he’s now talking to a creature. “Then let me make one last wish to the heavens above…” He’s entranced at the glowing light of the crystalfy, thinking it’s some sort of messenger to Celestia.

Many wonder why the idea of wandering is acknowledged in Teyvat, traveling from cities to mountains to lone seas. And it all stems from the legend of healing many moons ago. The people of the holy kingdom are devout believers that the journey of healing should start with their nation. They were the so called gateway to Celestia.

“Travel the nations and take as many time as you want. Then come back to your hometown to see if anything’s changed.”

“I have no right to complain because I should be asking for forgiveness instead. I stole what’s his in the first place.” He leans against the yellow carnations and sighs.

“I think this punishment is enough.”

Kaeya prays that this time, his stupid father would finally be with you.

The fast-paced rush of pages resounds through your room, the scent of flowers tickling your nose, taking you back to the night three days ago. Kaeya has left the palace to visit his mother’s relatives in Mondstadt, an aristocratic family known as the one who governs the holy kingdom’s economy.

“Ragnvindrs…” You mindlessly whisper as you try to find out his reason for visiting them.

A heavy burden was placed on Kaeya’s shoulders as soon as he declared his preparations on becoming the Crown Prince. The backing of that clan will make things harder for you, heavier on the burden that’s placed on your shoulders.

You stare at the unopened letter, wax sealed with your house’s emblem, a figure you didn’t want to see anymore. ‘Why? Why now?’ Your face twitches as you close your eyes, shutting the Teyvatian history book with a thud as you take your leave.

The rustle of leaves alerts Thoma on who’s coming, he leaves the plants he’s tending and stands up straight ready to greet whoever it was, only to bow down and lose his posture upon seeing your face.

He was in the greenhouse to take shade since the noon sun was too strong. His white shirt was soaked and previewed his defined body underneath. It’s funny how you were so sad earlier but a heated flush crept up your cheeks upon seeing him. His body rather.

“Thoma. Do you have a while?”

In the extended part of the greenhouse, Thoma who took a quick shower in his lodge, prepares a blanket on the grass, motioning for you to sit down while he prepares the snacks from the woven basket. You mutter a thanks, helping him arrange the sandwiches until you see the long black bottle packed inside.

“Did you bring wine?” You look up to him at shock, taking out the elegant glass marked with a dandelion. He looks at you in embarrassment, his ears flushing as he tries to explain where the wine came from. He looks very much amusing.

“T-that painter left it for me before leaving. Saying it’s the finest wine you’ll ever taste in your whole life.” Thoma scratches his nape while fumbling with the contents of the basket, your lips bitten to prevent yourself from chuckling.

“Why haven’t you opened it?”

He finally finishes preparing and sits down next to you; the proximity was not a bother.

“If this wine is that special, then the moment it should be drunk should be special too.” He says while holding the wine by the neck. He pops it off with his corkscrew and the sound makes you jump, a chuckle leaving his lips at your reaction.

“I thought you’ve heard your fair amount of wine popping.” Thoma comments, pouring the soft liquid onto your glasses.

“The sound always takes me by surprise. Its common to flinch.” You take a bite of the sandwich, the filling pleases your taste buds as you nod in approval. “But wait…you’re drinking on duty?”

He stops and realizes it’s the empress he’s conversing with. Not some buddy from childhood. “Oh-“

“I’m kidding, don’t worry a sip isn’t going to do anything.”

Nostalgia hits you right there on the first night you drank wine. A small smile appears as you visualize the starry night against the clear blue skies.

“You remind me so much of my friends back there.”

“Where are they now?”

You swallow down the last bit of sandwich before answering. “Busy with their own lives. Lost contact after the wedding and before that.” Thoma mumbles an apology while you dismiss the gloomy atmosphere.

“You’re good at cooking and gardening. How come you’re single?” At your brazen question, Thoma almost chokes on his opted grape juice, forcing to swallow the sweet liquid as he racks his brain for an answer.

“That’s not my cooking…I always get gifted snacks from the maids.” He admits, and you look down at the carefully decorated goodies in front. Now, it looks familiar.

“And I don’t want to get married yet. Rushing marriages aren’t my style.”

“Good thing you’re not a noble.” You joke and smile playfully.

A sinking feeling settled onto Thoma’s chest on the words you spoke. It was not a good thing on his part. If he was a noble, he’d never had to experience the hardships his mother and him went through. And maybe—he’d have a chance with you.

Although in the world of nobles, there are still who are below in the food chain. That would probably be him if the circumstances were different, still below.

“Why are you chowing down like a monster? Have you not had lunch yet?” He asks upon seeing the near empty platter. You shake your head, mouth stuffed with snacks.

“I’m sending you back-“ “mmh!” A muffled sound of protest so easily understood with your furrowed brows. You swallow down the last piece inside your mouth, and finally spoke. “Do not even think of sending back without my permission. I came here to escape that stuffy room.”     

“Why?”

A sigh leaves your lips, letting go of Thoma’s arm that you gripped. “Someone important is coming soon.” “Who?”

“…My uncle. He’s the reason why I’m in this palace.”

Never has he thought he would understand the world of the nobles, but he did through your point of view and the personal stories you told. By befriending the lonely empress did he get his short-lived happiness.  

He rushes to his little bedside table, his green eyes lingering on the resin preserved Cecilia. A quill dipped into the black ink as the hand then hesitates on what to write.

If he knew everything was going to be stolen just like that, he would’ve made a longer letter. He would write into the midnight until he feels his hand cramp just to assure you with words that’ll bring you comfort.

Thoma hoped he would see you before spring ends. Before some of the most beautiful flowers close and slumber for a long time. He was sure you’d love it.

But your attention was focused on the deafening sound of the opening of the gates, the horse hooves heightening your nerves, and you debating on whether to open the intricate envelope with the pressed flower.

The announcement of his name rings and you chose to leave it at the vanity, grabbing the nearest brush, making yourself presentable like a prized lamb.

You stand up yet stop; and in a whirl you desperately bend over the vanity, frantically opening the envelope, unfolding the letter, and reading the contents before your eyes.

“I filled the garden with new plants. So that you would feel like you own this place as the new empress. Erase all your bad memories of other people here, I replaced the ones you talked about in the greenhouse.

I know you feel powerless and lonely, I do too. But it’s alright since we have each other. I really can’t do much but listen to you quietly, so I hope that’s enough.”

p.s. Am I good at comforting?

Thoma finishes the letter with a smile on his face. His hands stretch from the hour-long sitting position as a yawn leaves his mouth. He stands up to get a glass of water when he hears the knock on his wooden door along with an inquiry of his name.

“Is Mr. Thoma here?”  

You let out a shaky sigh as you hide the letter on the drawers, running quickly towards the door, and opening it to be met with the disappointing sight of bowed heads.

Thoma knows it was just a spring time crush. There were too many reasons hindering him ever since from the start.

He’d wait for a hundred springs if it meant seeing you again. Even if it was hopeless.

How cruel fate is.

[dogloveri23]

I'm Here

Pairing: Kazuha x gn!reader

Warning: It's fluff and I'm not good at writing fluff

A/n: this is the second fluff I've written in my life and it shows. This was requested to me on my genshin account by Mitsu!.

UID: 627473190

Originally written by @dogloveri23

The kamisato estate was calm and serene. Your sister ayaka was out in the city, while your brother Ayato was gone as usual. But the constant nagging of the elders who could find no satisfaction killed the serenity time and time again. You could do nothing but wait in the courtyard of the estate. What you were waiting for, the servants and elders could only guess. No one dared say anything to you while you waited, but the look of disappointment you had when the day passed was saddening for everyone. Today was no different as you sat facing the entrance of the estate with a neutral expression for the 5th day in a row. The irodori festival has ended in the same amount of time. The mystery of the fifth Kasen had been uncovered and all parties present had gone back to their own lives.

Tiny drops of water landed softly on the ground picking up pace with each passing moment till it began to poor. The air had become cold but you still refused to go into the building. The servants could only watch the hope fade from your eyes with each passing moment. "Y/n are you alright? You look a bit dejected, I made hot chocolate and I set up the board game inside so we can play if you are up for it," A voice said before a familiar blond came into view. "Thank you Thoma but I don't think I'm up to it. I'm....busy" You say with your gaze not leaving the estate entrance. "May I ask who you're waiting for, Y/n?" Thoma asked with curiousity. You sigh as your fists clench ever so slightly. You envision his calm face adorned with a small smile and the promise he made after the festival. "I'll come back for you," those were his exact words to you time and time again when he had to leave while you sat at the estate rotting away as you listen to the elders of your clan.

"Kazuha? What do you think the other nations are like? What do they eat?" You asked him as you both sat in a cave. The view was memorable and you could only sit and enjoy each others presence as the sun set. Who knew that a place like that exists right below Tenshukaku? "I do not know my love, but one day, I'll make sure that we experience them together, I'm sure the experience will be quite fun and eventful," He said as he combed his hand through your hair while you laid in his lap. "I'll make sure we experience it all together and travel the world together," He says causing you to smile. That was the first time you two ever talked about something like that and made plans to go and see the world of teyvat. That was before the vision hunt decree that caused him to flee inazuma set out on his journey without you and when the vision hunt decree finished, he decided to continue to travel without you. He continued on without you despite the previous promises you had made to each other. But when he came for the Irodori Festival, you thought that he was finally here to redeem himself and finally take you along with him on his journey. The two of you had had made plans after the festival had been concluded and despite promising to meet up with you at the estate, he never showed up. You waited day after day since the festival ended, thinking that you had mixed up the dates and each time you are left feeling disappointed.

Time and time again you make sure you started in high hopes, only to end up disappointed and broken at the end of the day continuously. How many times are you going to let him disappoint you? How many times were you going to give him the benefit of a doubt only for your doubts to be confirmed? How long way you going to hold out on your duties to the people of inazuma for a man who refused to keep his word. If he really wanted to be here, he would be here already. If he really wanted to travel with you, you would be doing that already. So why would you keep waiting for a person who refuses to do the very same you both had planned to do? "No one, I'm done waiting," You say as you get up to go into the estate. Thoma was shocked and wondered what you were thinking about that caused you to give up on your initial motive. He hadn't expected you to accept his offer without a little back and forth. But he got joined you regardless. "Y/n!" You hear a voice yell from the entrance of the estate. The voice belonged to none other than Kazuha. "I'm here!" He yelled, his voice hard to hear due to the heavy rain. He makes his way over to where you stood away from the downpour. "I know, I'm late but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere without you", He says out of breath. He was here now, and that was enough for you. "Lady Ayaka owes me a thousand Mora"