#I guess the housework can wait: Thoma

[allxthingsxglxtter]

@rosewaterdrunk

                   a  soft  blush  fell  over  the  younger  kamisato  ,  ayaka  had  been  in  love  with  him  for  as  long  as  she  had  knew  him.  ayaka  had  always  been  attracted  to  his  caring  and  selfless  nature  ,  ayaka  couldnt  help  the  smile  that  pulled  at  her  lips  when  she  saw  his  face  lit  up.  all  ayaka  wanted  to  do  was  pull  his  face  down  to  her  but  restrained  herself.  ‘  im  thankful  to  have  you  here  with  me  out  everyone.  ‘  

Thoma knew this wasn't good, this soft feeling that just...filled him seeing Ayaka blush at him like that. She was just being kind, she was just appreciating him as her..assistant and friend. Nothing more. No matter how much he loved her and wanted to share the rest of his life with her in the most non-platonic of ways. His thoughts got the better of him, leaning closer for just a moment before he caught himself and took a step back, blushing fiercely as he gave her space. "That's...thank you, Ayaka. That's an honor I don't know if I deserve, but I intend to stay with you, no matter where you go, as long as you'll have me."

[allxthingsxglxtter]

Thoma hadn't really planned to do anything for his birthday, figuring he'd just go with it being a normal day and do some cleaning, maybe hang out in The Phantom for some networking. Something productive. He'd just finished getting dressed when he heard the knock, Thoma immediately moving to the door and smiling brightly at the sight of Ayaka there. "Hello! It's good to see you! It's..oh, what do you have here?" Thoma cocked his head at the bag and cake, giving her a curious look with his easy smile.

ayaka had been planning on trying to do something nice for thoma's birthday to try and make up for the weirdness in the place. she just hoped he wasnt so busy to hang out with her for a while. ayaka knocked at thoma's door with one hand as she held a small cup and bag in hand for thoma. / ayaka & thoma : @allxthingsxglxtter

[daybreakrising]

@mercyburned: ❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜ / lumine to thoma?

The question is met, initially, with an easy laugh - it is a sound filled with warmth. There's a softness to an emerald gaze as he looks upon her, an undeniable fondness in his expression. He has always worn his heart upon his sleeve, but it is even more present around her.

"Well, that's sort of what I do..." He grins, a little hint of mischief in the curve of his lips. "I know things."

He reaches out, perhaps in a bold move - and sweeps back a lock of her hair. The mischief in his smile dissolves instead into something much more gentle. "But... I'd like to think I know you pretty well. Maybe I see things others don't."

[scribe-of-the-gods]

he teases you | Genshin

aye. i'm alive, ik. this place has been desolate but not for long. when i started this, i didn't have the new characters cuz they didn't exist back then but they're here now. genre: smut extra: minors dni characters: gorou, thoma, kaeya, alhaitham, cyno

“Gorou…” you whispered as his hands slid against your thigh. His lips dragged across your neck, slighting nipping at your soft skin. He sighed at the way his name slipped from your lips. His hand tightened around your thigh before he slowly pushed you down onto the bed, pulling your shirt apart and kissing down your chest.

“You like that…” he mumbled, but it almost came out as a statement. Your back arched just a bit and you nodded immediately.

“I do- I do.” You confirmed before he pulled back. Your eyes met his and he smirked a little.

“You’ll have to wait, I’m supposed to meet Her Excellency in a bit.” You grabbed his hand and frowned.

“Please don’t.” He tried to pull away but that desperate look in your eyes drove him wild.

“We’ll have to be quick, then.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

Thoma's lips kissed along your soft thighs, making you gasp in pleasure. His warm hands held onto your ankle as he pushed your legs apart. Your fingers curled around the sheets below in anticipation, just waiting for the waves of pleasure to wash over you but they didn’t.

When you opened your eyes to look down at your husband, he stared at you with a teasing smile.

“Oh? Did you want more?”

“Yes!” You said, nodding vehemently to which Thoma just shrugged and stood up.

“I don’t know, I think I forgot to do something-” you knew it was true, but you still couldn’t help but throw your hands out to stop him.

“Thoma please…” you mumbled, making him look down at you before a hand landed on your head. His fingers slid down your cheeks before he made you look up at him.

“Since you asked so nicely… I guess the housework can wait.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

Kaeya pushed you further against the wall while pressing himself into your back. You gasped as one of his hands pushed under your shirt and bra before massaging your breasts softly.

“My sweet (y/n).” He whispered into your ear as you placed your hand against the walls for support. His other hand slid against your thigh before pushing under your skirt and panties, finding your most sensitive spot.

Your fingers clawed at the walls as he moved his fingers in slow circles. Your voice came out as slow whimpers before he swiftly pulled his hands away. Your eyes widened and you whipped around to see Kaeya licking his fingers.

“N-no, don’t stop!” You said, grabbing his shirt. Kaeya only held his hands up, looking away innocently.

“Oh? You want more? But I have captain duties to attend to.”

“Kaeya…” you whined, looking up at him.

“Oh fine, you know I can’t say no when you look at me with so much desire.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

Alhaitham's hand slid under your skirt, his fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing in rough circles. “There…” you muttered in a breathy moan, feeling the pleasure rolling through your body.

Alhaitham’s lips claimed yours, demanding all of your energy and attention. You held onto him as you felt him push a finger into you, your moans being muffled by his mouth.

“You’ll be heard…” he reminded in between kisses. Your cheeks flushed red at his words but it didn’t matter when he added in another finger. “I love the way you squeeze my fingers.” 

“Alhaitham,” you moaned, biting your lip as you felt him thrust his hand in and out. Suddenly, however, the pleasure stopped, bringing you back to reality. “Wh-what?”

“Sorry, I’m running late. I have to be somewhere. You know me and my busy schedule.” He said as he brought his fingers to his lips. You quickly grabbed his hand, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Ju-just a little! Please!” He walked into you, backing you against the wall again. But when he pressed up against you, you could feel his hardness.

“I can spare a few minutes…”

»»————-　♡　————-««

Cyno's hands trailed all over your body, making you shiver with each touch. Soft rustling of clothes and sheets were heard in the quiet, dark room. Kisses being exchanged followed by soft moans emitted from you and Cyno.

“I like the way you react to me…” he said as he pulled you flush against him. Your arms wrapped around him, biting his bottom lip and letting out another moan when you felt his hard cock against your leg.

“You’re excited…”

“So are you.” He shot right back as he grabbed your thigh and pushed your legs apart. Pressing himself against you, you felt his hardness right at your core, making you gasp again. “You want me just as much as I want you.”

“Can I have you?” You asked innocently as he pushed your back against the mattress. His lips met yours again in a rough, demanding kiss. Your moans were easily muffled by him. 

“Not yet…” he said as he pulled away, taking a deep breath. “I just remembered I have things to take care of.” Your eyes widened as the words rang in your ears. Right now?! He just remembered right now?!

“W-what?! We’re in the middle of something!” You said with a frown as you sat up, making him shrug.

“Oh? My bad. I’ll make sure to time it better next time.” It clicked. He was teasing you! You immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him back to you.

“Come on, Cyno! I know you’re messing with me!” You replied with a frown and red cheeks.

“Yeah… I am. And it’s working.” He said as he stared at you, before pushing you back down on the bed. He discarded your underwear and touched your core. “I’ll have you begging for me before you know it.” Almost immediately, he threw you into a world of pleasure, making you cry out for him over and over.

[allxthingsxglxtter]

@rosewaterdrunk

                   a  soft  blush  fell  over  the  younger  kamisato  ,  ayaka  had  been  in  love  with  him  for  as  long  as  she  had  knew  him.  ayaka  had  always  been  attracted  to  his  caring  and  selfless  nature  ,  ayaka  couldnt  help  the  smile  that  pulled  at  her  lips  when  she  saw  his  face  lit  up.  all  ayaka  wanted  to  do  was  pull  his  face  down  to  her  but  restrained  herself.  ‘  im  thankful  to  have  you  here  with  me  out  everyone.  ‘  

Thoma couldn't have stopped the soft, smitten smile he gave her then even if he had tried, just pleased to be able to be there for her. He knew his place would always just be as a friend and servant when necessary, but he was just happy getting to be near. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

[daybreakrising]

@mercyburned: pour me one, would you? / Kaeya to Thoma

He had known coming back to Mondstadt would be an emotional experience. Even just walking through the gates again for the first time in years had evoked such feeling from him that he'd had to stop and catch his breath, no doubt earning him a curious glance from the Knights stationed there.

The wave of nostalgia that struck him as his gaze took in the familiar buildings, the familiar noise and bustle that filled the air, had summoned a bittersweet ache within his chest. With a mind filled with memories - how he had chased his friends through these streets, the meals shared at Good Hunter, scaling the windmills to sit and gaze out across the landscape - he found himself wandering past old haunts, wondering if the remains of the past still lingered. Somewhere, he recalls, there is a wooden beam in which four initials are crudely engraved: four friends with big dreams who had no idea about the future that lay ahead of them.

Perhaps it was the thought of old friends that guided his steps to the Angel's Share. Here, yet more nostalgia swarmed his memory: attempts to sneak into the back rooms, a fiendish redhead leading the charge, his blue-haired brother not far behind. It was with some trepidation that he entered the tavern, not sure of what he might find within, but if he had expected a long-awaited reunion, he was to be disappointed. It was an unfamiliar face behind the bar - no sign of any Ragnvindr.

There were other reunions to be had, and some liquid courage required to aid the task. So it is here that he finds himself seated at an outdoor table, indulging in a taste of home - a bottle of Dawn Winery's finest. And it is here, in the midst of his thoughts, that one such reunion finds him first.

Though it has aged since last he heard it, he knows that voice. His gaze lifts as a shadow falls across the table, and he sucks in a sharp breath as he takes in the man that now stands before him. Kaeya.

His first thought is that Kaeya hasn't changed - but of course, he has. Thoma still has a clear image of the boy he was when he left for Inazuma, and whilst the echo of that boy remains in his visage, there is an air about the man he has become that is unfamiliar. He cannot know what has happened since his departure - what letters he tried to send home received no reply - but he knows that something has. Why else would his old friend feel so different?

"Kaeya!" He springs to his feet, nearly unbalancing the table and the bottle sitting atop it with his enthusiasm. "Looks like you found me before I could find you, hah." He greets him with a warm smile, eyes shining with delight at seeing his old friend again.

He falters slightly - he has been gone so long. He isn't sure how much things might have changed, if Kaeya will even be pleased to see him. That he approached first means nothing.

"I... I tried to write, when I got to Inazuma. I don't know if the letters made it... that sea is fairly unforgiving, as it turns out." A hand lifts, rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. "There was a slight mishap on my way there. Honestly, it's a miracle I survived at all."

A pause.

"It's good to see you. I missed you. I missed everyone." The words don't convey the sometimes crippling homesickness he has felt since leaving. Inazuma may have become a home to him since, but he has missed so much about Mondstadt and the people he left behind. "How... how is everyone? How are you? I've got so many questions-,"

[daybreakrising]

"Well, if you need some pointers, I'm happy to give my thoughts!" Making a house homely is something he is adept at - at least, according to the Kamisatos. Perhaps he could even try and source some furnishings for her, once he knows what would work.

But, he's getting ahead of himself. One step at a time, Thoma.

He's already thinking up potential dishes, based on what might be available to him. Perhaps some Mondstadt staples, something he treasures from home that he suspects she, too, will find some comfort in. It was where she started her journey, after all. He hopes it will elicit some fond memories.

"I'm honoured, Lumine, truly. To be trusted with your home... that means a lot to me." He lays a hand gently, softly, on her arm. The touch doesn't linger too long - he's always wary of overstepping boundaries, of unintentionally breaking consent barriers. Just because he is a tactile person, it doesn't mean others are, too.

"Please, lead the way! I want a full tour before I start abusing your larder."

Her cheeks tinged slightly pink. “Admittedly, I've spent more time decorating the outside than the inside. I still haven't decided what to do with a few rooms... after sleeping in a tent for a year or so, I'm not quite used to having this much space again.”

It was nice of him to offer to cook, though. Lumine hadn't really invited too many people into her teapot yet, just a couple close friends - and now Thoma - so a part of her did want to host, but she also recalled greatly enjoying Thoma's cooking last time they were in the same place at the same time. And maybe it would be nice to let someone else plan dinner for once...

“I think it would still let you in,” she said, thinking. No one had actually asked that question before. “If you're ever in danger and need somewhere safe to escape to, please use that token. Or... if you ever just... want to.” That's what friends did, right? They dropped in on each other sometimes. The slight time difference between Fontaine and Inazuma wasn't enough for anything dramatic, though she imagined the teapot would make it less of an issue, now that she thought about it...

“Anyway, uh, you can use the kitchen if you want to.”

[allxthingsxglxtter]

@rosewaterdrunk​: ❛ you are the peace i crave in this chaotic world. ❜ ayaka & thoma

“Me?” Thoma lit up a little at her words, painfully aware of how in love with her he was but knowing it would never be his place to do anything about that.  “I mean, I’m glad.  Thank you, it’s good to know I’m useful.”  Smiling softly at her, he nodded.  “You..you do the same for me.  Give me calm.”

[daybreakrising]

@resolutepath: "Housekeeper, out wandering again?" The bland words are spoken with a dangerous edge, his deceptively casual lean hiding the readiness to attack should the other prove to be an issue on his mission. He does not reach for a weapon, but it would take him seconds to wield it should he need to. The one exposed eye fixes on the other's visage and then down to his hands wherein the answer to his own unasked question lies. He's the courier. He stretches a hand out immediately, all business. "This one from our mutual friend?" The Kamisato young lord.

There truly is little that unsettles the fixer of Inazuma - that dangerous edge to the other's voice washes over him with little effect. It isn't that he disregards the threat the other man could pose to him. Oh no, far from it. He has seen the Scarecrow at work, has seen what ruin he can leave in his wake. There are few people in Inazuma that Thoma wouldn't challenge readily should the circumstance arise - this man is one he would consider carefully first.

The reason he isn't worried in this instance is simply because they are, for now, working for the same side. There is no cause for concern at this meeting. He brandishes the scroll subtly, but the Scarecrow's eye misses nothing, and he knows this. "Ah, you know me. I do enjoy a bit of nighttime air now and again."

He moves to the other man's side, a comfortable distance apart, and adopts a casual lean of his own. Should any eyes be upon them - unlikely, but it pays to be cautious - then this would appear simply as two men exchanging some casual words in a chance meeting. It's not unheard of for Thoma to speak with everyone, after all. Why should the Scarecrow be any different?

"It is. He sends his regards." It only takes a quick, subtle gesture for the scroll to be exchanged. Tucked up behind his wrist, Thoma swiftly deposits it into a compartment at Kakashi's waist, under the guise of giving the man a friendly pat on the back. "And recommends you stop and listen to the birdsong in Chinju Forest some time. Dawn is best, I hear. Apparently it is quite the interesting melody this time of year."

The message has been delivered, and the Scarecrow should understand its meaning. There is information to be overheard in the forest at dawn.

[daybreakrising]

There's an almost fond quirk at the corner of Thoma's mouth, as if he's trying his hardest not to smile in case it encourages him. Not that the harbinger needs any encouragement, he's certain - the way the man delights in combat is a clear indication of that.

At least his injuries aren't severe. This is of little surprise to the housekeeper who, having seen the man in action, is fully aware of how powerful a fighter he is. Even without the additional strength of his vision, Childe is... lethal.

The thrill he gets from knowing that is something Thoma isn't yet ready to acknowledge in full.

So, instead, he focuses on the task at hand - and the almost cheeky question directed at him. "Worried?" Now the smile does break across his face, emerald hues warming as he meets the harbinger's upside-down gaze. "Mm... not exactly."

He leans down, in, until they are almost eye-level. "But I do prefer you in one piece, so try to stay that way, hm?" And then the wet rag is dropped, unceremoniously, onto Childe's face. Playful laughter reaches the harbinger's ears as Thoma retreats with the bowl.

❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ (thoma chiding him as he patches him up??? :eyes:)

@daybreakrising

❝  Eheh. . . ❞ Despite his complaints, no shame tinges the Harbinger's laugh. Thoma's hands were gentle as he cleaned his wounds, but the water still stung, and Childe squirmed on his seat with every touch.

Someone cleaning him up after a fight was an unfamiliar feeling but, despite the sting, it wasn't an unwelcome one. He only ever gave himself the bare minimum of first aid, and the many scars decorating his skin testified to that.

And despite the sting, he saw no reason why it should dissuade him from starting such fights in the future. He'd won, and none of his injuries were severe. If it would get Thoma to do this again, though. . .

❝  Worried about me? ❞ He lets his head fall backwards, watching upside - down as Thoma rinses the bloody rag again.

[daybreakrising]

@delusionaid: ‘ life , as i see it , is all about farewells rather than reunions . ’ (from Ayato for Thoma)

Thoma knows a thing or two about farewells.

He studies the board before him, feigning focus on his next move as he collects together the thoughts that Ayato's words have summoned to his mind. It is not uncommon for them to have meaningful discussions over a game like this - it is one of the rarer moments where they have some peace, a moment of reprieve from Ayato's complicated schedule and his own jobs to undertake. A chance for them to just sit and talk. So, he is used to such statements from the other man - expects them, even.

But they are usually prompted by something, and that is what concerns him. With the Sakoku Decree lifted and ships parting their shores for Sumeru, for Liyue, for Mondstadt, it has been playing on his mind that he would like to visit home. It's not something he has yet mentioned to anyone, but Ayato knows him. Even if he hasn't sensed the call to home that lurks in Thoma's heart, it wouldn't take much to assume he might wish to make the journey now that it is possible. He has, after all, spoken of his homesickness before.

"It doesn't have to be." He remarks at last, his tone remaining light, casual, as if this was simply any other conversation of theirs. "And not every farewell is forever, either."

Though his heart has yearned for the familiarity of Mondstadt more and more, the subject of home is no longer quite so simple for the housekeeper. Home has many meanings to him - it is both the place of his birth, the place that holds so many fond memories of family and friends, the familiar landscapes, the food he grew up on; and it is the place he has made his home, the life he has built, everything he has fought tooth and nail for. It is the man sitting across from him.

Yes, he aches for Mondstadt, but he knows that he would ache equally for Inazuma in turn.

"We've both said our share of farewells in life," he continues, lifting his gaze at last from the board to meet Ayato's. "Farewells that are forever. Farewells that cannot be taken back. Farewells that still sting with the pain of grief." He thinks of his mother in her last days. He thinks of the last time he ever saw his father, waving from the deck of a ship.

They understand each other. They understand that grief that still lies heavy in their hearts. He may not shoulder the kind of responsibility that Ayato does, he may not grasp the intricacies of Inazuman politics quite as keenly, but in this, they are equal.

"There is something so... final... about the word. It automatically conjures a feeling of loss. So, to that regard, I have a proposition for you." Deft fingers pluck a piece from the board, make his calculated move without breaking eye contact. "Instead of farewell, say goodbye."

His lips curve into a smile as he leans back, his eyes softening with a warmth that highlights his affection for the other. "Personally, I prefer see you soon. That promises reunion, don't you think?"

There is an unspoken oath in the housekeeper's words - one he thinks, hopes, Ayato will hear. If I leave, I will come back. I promise.

[daybreakrising]

@ofluminance: sorry for disturbing you . i thought a forgotten candle was burning . / has she awoken from a bad dream and begun wandering the estate because she feels uncomfortable? yes. is she also making excuses because she ran into thoma? also yes. - ayaka to thoma <3

He doesn't expect company so late. Truthfully, he has only been home for a short time - a job that required his attention kept him from the estate under long after night had fallen, and he had crept silently through the halls at this early morning hour with thoughts of his bed awaiting him.

At her quiet tone, he turns, ready with a smile - and when he sees the telltale signs of discomfort written upon her face, his plans for rest are immediately pushed to the side. Whatever it is that has disturbed her, it is more important than sleep.

"You never disturb me," he answers warmly, beckoning her closer, "you know that." He rises from where he kneels beside the mattress, thankful that he has, at least, already had time to change into attire that is more befitting of someone at rest in their private quarters, rather than someone returning from a midnight mission.

"What are you doing up so late, my lady? Is there something I can help you with?" His face lights up with genuine warmth, his smile soft and encouraging. "Would you like me to make you some tea?"

[daybreakrising]

@mercyburned cont.

Getting to explore new areas of Teyvat was a thrilling experience in and of itself; getting to explore them alongside someone he valued so highly was an added bonus. Truly, there was no one he wanted to share these memories with more. He barely followed the interaction between Lumine and this Candace, whom she clearly knew (this fact did not surprise him - she was as connected across Teyvat as he was across Inazuma), too caught up in looking at everything around him.

At her hesitation in the doorway, he glances over her shoulder and immediately spots the issue. Well... not that it's an issue, exactly, but... he definitely understands why she might have paused.

He chuckles softly, a little nervously. "Seems that way, doesn't it?" He's about to open his mouth and offer to sleep on the floor if she'd prefer when she gets there first: I don't mind.

"If you're sure..." He smiles, gently, his fingers lightly catching at hers. "Only if you're comfortable with it. I've slept on worse floors than this before, so don't feel like you have to spare me the discomfort. Hard floors are actually great for your back, so..."

He's rambling. He's nervous, and that's unexpected. He clears his throat, tries to pull himself together. "But if you are sure about it... then I don't mind, either."

[daybreakrising]

@ofluminance: i know you followed me last night . / ;) ayaka & thoma!

The duster in his hand stills for a mere half a second - then it resumes its task, clearing away the last traces of the cobweb that had dared to take up residence in the corner. Only then does he turn, tucking the duster into the handy little toolbelt he always wears when tackling his long list of housework chores.

"Oh?" His lips curve easily into a smile, emerald eyes softening as his gaze lands upon his lady. There's a brief pause, in which he gauges how best to tackle this confrontation. Ayaka has always known his responsibilities for the estate go beyond the housework, but it's never something they discuss.

And it's not the first time he's followed her, either.

He settles his hands on his hips, looks at her with undisguised fondness. She is one of the few people he can be himself around - there's no carefully manufactured expression, no fake smiles or false charm. He is simply Thoma in her presence - and he will never, ever, lie to her face. Not about this.

"Forgive me, my lady..." he grins, "...but I worried for you." He laughs lightly, genuinely, a hand lifting to drag through his hair. "Maybe I'm slipping, hm? Or maybe I underestimated your awareness..."

[daybreakrising]

@ofluminance: ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ / for thoma from ayaka :)

He turns from the stove, spoon in hand, a look of surprise written upon his features. The pot is bubbling nicely, filling the kitchens with a delicious aroma that is paired nicely with the bread still baking in the oven. Such a common sight for the Kamisato estate - if there is something Thoma enjoys more than the housework, it's cooking.

"My Lady," his face softens into a smile, green eyes warm with fondness. He sets the spoon down and wipes his hands on the apron he's wearing, before crossing the room to where she stands beside the doors. He checks one last time that there isn't a stray drop of sauce on his hands before he reaches for hers, holding them in a gentle grip.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my honour to protect the Kamisato family." He is so loyal to them both - anything they ask of him, he will gladly do whatever he can to fulfil it. Anything. He studies her face for a moment, sharp gaze reading every microexpression that crosses her features. "What's brought this on, hm?"

[daybreakrising]

starter call | @resolutepath

He hasn't had very many dealings with the detective - a carefully orchestrated arrangement made to seem like a coincidence of fate, rather than a deliberate avoidance - but Thoma is definitely a man with his ear to the ground and eyes around every corner. He knows Heizou's reputation, knows his talents, and that makes him... well, not dangerous, exactly, but certainly troublesome.

The wide berth he normally gives him has, unfortunately, become a bottleneck. Well, it was bound to happen eventually. He can't avoid the man forever.

"Detective!" He adopts an easy smile, his posture relaxed. He even lifts a hand in a brief wave. "What brings you to the Kamisato Estate?" He leans casually on the handle of the broom in his other hand, looking every bit the housekeeper caught in the midst of his tasks. "If you're looking for my lord, I'm afraid he's not in, but I'm happy to pass on a message."