#thomas would too. again in a modern au

[demphen]

rest in peace bubba sawyer you would’ve loved chappell roan

[tangyangie]

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

desc. their favorite winter activities.

notes. i wanted to wait to post this when it was snowy outside for me but that never came because it never snows anymore sobbing !!!1!11!!1!

anyways this is like a modern-ish au... i guess??

snowball pelters. as soon as you step outside, you're getting a load of freshly balled up snow—the powder having been turned into an extremely dense sphere—straight to your face. if that's not enough, you'll get some down your back, too. oh, how they just love to see your face cringe out of frigidity, squeezing your eyes shut and mouth so eager to speak, yet being unable to get a single word out. they'll laugh with no shame and taunt you, so your only choice is to take a snow shovel and bury them. see how confident they are then, being completely submerged in the white powder. they'll curse you under their breath (lovingly) and follow you around all day, refusing to not torment you by tossing messily made snowballs at you.

yelan, HU TAO, yae miko, WANDERER, heizou, cyno, TARTAGLIA, faruzan, eula, beidou, xinyan

snowman makers. they are the most adorable beings you'll ever see. so concentrated on getting the proportions of the snowmen right, even if they're not the best at it. they look at others' snowmen and get concerned that their own may be a little... unsteady. meaning, the head was too large for the body and was constantly falling over and destroying itself. with a frown, they'd be determined to get it back up on their own, (politely) refusing help. once they get the snowman to hold up long enough for them to go find some sticks, you'd fix it up for them. taking a little bit of snow off the top, adding it to the lower half, and reinforcing the bottom with some rocks covered in snow. once they come back with arms for the snowman, you innocently smile, sitting down in the snow as they eye you suspiciously, but smile and pat you on the head. do they know? ...you can't be sure.

XIAO, gorou, furina, kazuha, KOKOMI, albedo, collei, shenhe, ayaka, TIGHNARI, nilou, ganyu

hot chocolate drinkers. they cozily sit inside, watching their favorite re-runs as they sit on the couch. they watch the people freezing outside with a smug look, lazing around and doing absolutely nothing, wrapped in the largest blankets they could find. this is their... fourth? fifth cup of cocoa, and the bag of mini marshmallows they take from is quickly shrinking. honestly, they feel like a teddy bear with how warm they are. you've got no clue how they're not sweating and dying from the heat. their smirk makes you want to toss them out into the snow and watch them suffer, but they suffer enough when they accidentally spill burning hot cocoa on themselves.

lumine, LYNETTE, venti, kaveh, KIRARA, yoimiya, aether, ayato, MONA, xingqiu, lisa, yanfei

driveway shovelers. they are stuck outside all day, working on clearing the asphalt of snow. it's almost hopeless—the snow doesn't stop, so any of the driveway that gets cleared is covered again in only minutes (it's so tired...) and all that you're left with is someone who's extremely close to face-planting in the snow. honestly, they're probably hoping to get hypothermia—at least it'll put them out of their misery. but them, being the hard workers that they are, miraculously manage to finish shoveling, and join the hot chocolate drinkers after their time in hell, collapsing on the couch (and probably falling asleep).

DILUC, wriothseley, neuvillette, dehya, JEAN, keqing, CANDACE, zhongli, thoma, shinobu, noelle, mika

hill sledders. they'll bust through the door at the first speck of light, holding anything that they could safely use as a sled. honestly, they would sled on a shoveled pile of snow if there wasn't a hill, but they're determined to find a good place to sled. so, they'll drag you along, running around until you can spot some type of slope that'll get you faster than 1 inch per second. once you do, they're so excited they'd probably forget the sled on the way up. so, you're stranded at the top while they carefully slide back down to retrieve the sled. by the time they get back to the top, you're already unimpressed, but they manage to cheer you up. they sit you on the sled and push you down, hopping behind you and holding you tight. cause if they weren't, you probably would've been found sticking out of the nearby heaps of snow.

amber, NAVIA, lyney, fischl, ITTO, charlotte, xiangling, bennett (crashes into a tree), kaeya

sleepers. exactly what is sounds like. they will be BURIED in bed all day. not even a fire alarm will be loud enough to wake them up—they are completely knocked out. honestly, they wouldn't even realize it. they were just so cold when they woke up in the morning, so they didn't even bother to leave. they instantly fall back asleep, so the only way to wake them up is leaving them until they thaw in the snow.

ei, baizhu, chongyun, ROSARIA, alhaitham, ningguang, sucrose, LAYLA, freminet

notes. ngl winter would be the best season if it wasn't so damn cold 🤗🤗 it's soooo pretty IF IT SNOWS

also listened to beabadoobee's cover of winter wonderland at least 30 times today so go do that please

and i have never gone sledding before actually so if it sounds like that "𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖟𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖍𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊" thing i'm so so so sorry

[sumeruin]

GUESS

♪ ♫: warnings: written by a minor!!!, oral (fem receiving), lots of pet names i would rather die than use y/n, lots of talking about panties, this is rlly just me pushing my thoma munch agenda tbh, if i missed anything pls lmk!!

♫♪: pairing: fuckboy! thoma x fem! reader (modern au)

♪ ♫: a/n: it hasn’t been 6 months since i posted writing it hasn’t been 6 months since i posted writing it hasn’t been 6 months since i posted writing. gaslighting isn’t real you’re just crazy

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

fuck. thoma knows he sleeps around a lot, but shit. he’s sure you’re some kind of succubus or something. the way you fluttered your lashes up at him when he offered to buy you a drink, the way you’re currently grinding against him in the poorly lit club. the way he caught a glimpse of those thin, lacy, black panties earlier when your skimpy silver dress slid up. he hasn’t even asked for your name yet, and he’s already decided he has to taste you at some point tonight.

thoma’s hands gravitate towards your waist, skilled fingers tracing along your sides until they rest in your hair, yanking you up by it until your back is pressed firmly against his chest, his lips placing sloppy kisses along your jaw as he mumbles against your ear. “my place is only a few minutes away.”

he’s entirely too unhurried for how large the bulge in his pants is, and you can’t hold back the gasp that bubbles up from your throat when he suddenly bites down on your neck. you barely stop to think it over before you’re nodding eagerly, voice little more than a breathy gasp. “your place it is.” somehow managing to pull yourself away from him so he can lead you outside of the dark club, you let him take your hand, following him like he’s some kind of angel.

he was right, you think dully as he unlocks the door to his apartment. his place really was only a few minutes away from that club. thoma pulls you through the door behind him, swiftly closing it and practically tossing you onto his couch the moment you cross the threshold. he seems to relish the way you stare up at him dumbly, mind too hazy from the red hot lust coursing through your veins to really comprehend what he wants from you. he crouches down next to your head, cooing at you and lifting your chin up with two fingers as he eyes the way your little dress is now much more revealing than intended.

“i’m gonna taste you now, ok?” his voice is so pretty, you decide as you immediately nod, thighs spreading open all on their own to make room for the pretty, blonde stranger who chuckles at the display. “atta girl. didn’t even have to tell you, huh?”

he wastes no time before he’s slipping into the space between your thighs, fingers sliding betneath your dress and pulling it past your waist, exposing the lacy black panties you wore tonight. he groans at the sight of the small wet spot in the middle, your arousal soaking through the thin fabric. he brings a single finger to trace over your hole, and right when you’re about to ask him to hurry up, he starts mouthing sloppily at your pussy over the fabric.

you cry out at the feeling, legs twitching and eyes squeezing shut as you cover your mouth with one hand. fuck, he’s so overwhelming. he hasn’t even properly touched you yet, and you’re already about to cum. he doesn’t seem bothered by your squirming, simply holding down your hips with one hand and yanking your panties down with the other, bright green eyes looking up at you from between your thighs and letting out a disapproving click when he sees you’ve closed yours.

“eyes on me, sweetheart. can’t enjoy my meal if you’re trying to act like it’s not good.”

once you open your eyes again, gaze locked on his in fear that he’ll stop, he leans in again. he places an experimental lick to your clit, then one long stripe over your hole, and then he starts fucking devouring you. he’s moaning against your pussy like it’s a five course meal, tongue outlining your soaked opening before slipping inside and licking all over your inner walls. the vibrations from how much he’s so clearly enjoying the taste of you only send you spiraling, hands moving to grip his hair as you ride his face.

“oh, fuck-…! gonna- gonna cum, please don’t stop!” you barely even register how whiny your voice has gotten, too caught up in how heavenly this man’s tongue feels as he obeys your plead, speeding up his movements and focusing on your clit with his tongue as he fills up your hole with two of his fingers instead.

he fucking moans when you cum, gushing all over his tongue and making a mess of his pretty face, and while you’d probably be embarrassed by how short you lasted in any other situation, it feels right after that. he slows down once you finish riding out your high, pulling away from your cunt with one last kiss on your clit, and he licks his fingers clean before looking back at you, voice expectant as he gestures towards the huge bulge that’s tenting his pants.

“i didn’t fuck you so dumb you can’t return the favor, right?”

[ganyuslily]

HOW TO GET A S/O — A GUIDE BY YOURS TRULY.

“i hereby declare that i am opening s/o applications! i can offer a poem, a brownie and my unconditional love. if you’re interested, please fill out this form!”

(platonic/romantic) ayato, albedo, childe, kazuha, an anonymous sender x gn!reader, chiscara cameo lmao

comedy, fluff, modern!au, high school!au (?)

for valentine’s day…. i love valentine’s day i LOVE PEOPLE IN LOVE!!!!!

“this is so dumb,” your best friend xiao mutters under his nose. “i’m not even talking about the fact that you came up with the whole significant other form thing or the fact that it actually worked,” he looks with an indescribable look in his eyes at your phone, “i can’t believe you used google forms to make it. really? google forms?”

“what else was i supposed to use, genius,” you retort while opening the submitted applications. “i’m more impressed that i actually got so many answers. i think my brownie has bewitched them, their body and soul,” you say jokingly while stretching.

xiao looks at you with a blank face and you only shrug. he looks like he’s mere seconds from a breakdown. you wonder why.

“well, i’ve gotta say this is perfect! valentine’s day just around the corner, y’know? would be nice to have a partner even if they would break up with me like two days later. i can’t keep pestering you to be my valentine every single year.” he simply sighs and rubs his eyes. he seems annoyed. you’re not sure why though but you know he’s not annoyed at you. he never is.

“alright, enough talking, let’s get to it! time to see whose application was the best!” you declare enthusiastically and start scrolling.

APPLICATION NR. 1

NAME: KAMISATO AYATO

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i’m not particularly sure what contents should be placed here.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: a meeting in the park sounds quite nice. obviously, it would depend on the weather. however, if it would be nice, strolling and talking while walking between trees and flower seems quite lovely. i’ve always wanted to try it.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: you seem like a very nice and competent person. we’ve worked on a couple projects before and even if we wouldn’t end up dating, i would still appreciate becoming friends.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: oh my, i’m really bad this. i’m sorry. could i perhaps ask you a question though? do you know if i perhaps did anything to offend your friend? he’s been glaring at me since the time we first teamed up for a project.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[…do you think thoma and ayaka put him up to it?] [that is quite possible.]

[aish, that’s too bad. do you think he’d still like to meet up though? i’d like to get closer to him.]

[what? why on earth would you like to do that?]

[why not? it could be fun. also, addressing his concern, do you have anything against him?]

[…no, not in particular.]

[alright, if you say so…]

APPLICATION NR. 2

NAME: ALBEDO

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: oh come on, we’ve known each other for so long. i’m sure you already know it but but when i was a child i accidentally dyed my hair black — my mother was terrified. on the other hand, i was quite thrilled. maybe i should do it again.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: a study date? perhaps. i’m sorry, this probably sounds quite boring. in my defense, i am quite a boring person. i’m open to anything though.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: we’ve been lab partners since the beginning of high school, haven’t we? i’d like to think we get along quite well PLUS i don’t have a valentine this year either and if i’ll have to listen to my mother’s nagging again i will lose it. if you want to, i can give you extra chemistry lessons — an agreement with mutual benefit, if i can put it that way.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: did you know ajax screamed when he saw that you put out the forms? i’m not particularly sure why but i felt as if my eardrums were about to explode. even my noise canceling headphones didn’t work.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[can’t believe he’d try to use me again to get rid of his mother’s talking his ear off.]

[if it annoys you, i can take care of it.]

[your definition of taking care of something is quite doubtful, if i’m being honest. and no, you don’t have to. i love helping him anyways. he’s a good friend and he explains chemistry perfectly.]

[i could also give you some extra lessons from it.]

[xiao, you are literally failing the subject.]

[and?]

APPLICATION NR. 3

NAME: AJAX AKA CHILDE

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i’m good at sports, obviously. i’m also fantastic at learning. i’m also handsome. generally speaking, i’m perfect (and taken).

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: simply spending time with my lovely boyfriend (if he’d hear me call him that he’d slap me in the face).

TELL ME AND THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i’m trying to help my friend but i’m not sure if he won’t murder me in exchange if he does please put forget-me-nots at my grave i beg!!

TELL ME A FUN FACT: i once put a lightbulb in my mouth because i didn't believe it when they said you won’t be able to get it out. had to go to the hospital and shit — oh and by the way did you know there is someone close to you that HAS A CRUSH ON YOU PLEASE OPEN YOUR EYES I CAN’T KEEP ON ENDURING IT ANYMORE

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[a crush? on me, out of all people?]

[why are you so surprised?]

[why would i be not? it’s not like i’m popular or anything. considering you, who has been my friend for the longest time never developed one, how could a completely random person do it?]

[…who knows.]

APPLICATION NR. 4

NAME: KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i think you know everything you should already, considering you’ve seen most of my poetry.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: finding a place the both of us have never been to before and exploring it together. making memories with a person you like is always pleasant.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i just want to get closer to you. and who knows where it will lead us.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: did you know they opened a new café just around the corner? perhaps that could be our destination.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[kazuha is as sweet as ever. straight to the point too.]

[…too straight to the point.]

[did you say something?]

[no?]

[oh.]

[well, you do remember you’re supposed to visit the café with me though, right? we’re supposed to do it tomorrow.]

[of course i do.]

APPLICATION NR. 5

NAME: ANONYMOUS

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: what would be the point of me submitting myself as anonymous if i’d describe myself in great detail here

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: same one as yours

TELL ME REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i’ve liked you since that one time where you reached out my hand to me in kindergarten and asked if we could become friends. i’ve kept on liking you when you went through your first breakup. i’ve kept on liking you when we were spending valentine’s day together every single year. i’ve always liked you. i still do. and i don’t think i’ll stop

TELL ME A FUN FACT: would you believe me if i told you that out of all the possible people ajax was the one that made me do this. i’ve threatened him that if this fails i’ll tell scara that he’s had a crush on him since sixth grade

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[xiao?]

[…yes?]

[is this you?]

[…]

[silent as ever, huh.]

[what if it is me?]

[because if it is, i like you too. i’ve liked you for a very long time now.]

[…yes, it is me.]

[oh, thank the stars. i can’t believe i had to do this whole thing to see if my feelings were one-sided.]

[huh? what did you say?]

[…nothing! so, how would you like to spend our first valentine’s day together as an official couple?]

[official?]

[what, you don’t want it?]

[…]

[wait, xiao, did you just blush?]

[…we can visit that café.]

[whatever you want, my dear boyfriend.]

[…stop talking.]

[strawberryama]

Stop Being Nice and Fuck Me

Thoma x fem reader smut

cw: neighbors to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, filming/recording, doggy style, mirror sex, modern au!

minors dni 18+

You were at Thoma’s, having your weekly tea get together. While you sipped on the prepared tea, you sat across from your very handsome neighbor. He was always so sweet and kind, happy to listen about your week, ignoring and gliding over any hiccups in your stories or speech. He was fully engaged too, asking questions with a pair of attentive emerald eyes trained on you. Thoma was the perfect man, and this was barely even the tip of the iceberg.

It was no wonder that you were interested in him. And this week, you were particularly determined. You had some “dirt,” for lack of a better term, on Thoma. And there was no better way to start the conversation about your blatant interest in him, so you felt.

Setting down the white teacup with a gentle clank to the saucer, you smiled softly. “Thoma, one small thing before I head out.”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“You never told me how thin the walls are, you know.”

Thoma just tilted his head, confused smile painting his face. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you inhales. Here goes. “If I could hear you clearly moaning this past week, that means you could hear me the countless times I’ve had my more…intimate alone times.”

The smile had slid right off of Thoma’s face at this. He began feeling himself paling but dually burning up. His world was in slow motion. Thoma racked his brain in an attempt to recall if he had said anything embarrassing two nights ago. He had been so stressed that evening, he figured that letting off a little steam would help. Like two loads of steam, if you catch his drift.

He couldn’t even recall if he’d moaned out your name or not. He was mortified enough, but if you heard that part, he was going to bury himself in a hole and never come back out. You’d probably assumed he was a pervert or a freak. Masturbating to thought of his own neighbor. His own neighbor he sees and hangs out with at least once a week. What if you moved or never wanted to see him again?

“Well, as always, thank you for the tea, Thoma.” You gave him a saccharine grin as you stood from your seat. Thoma stood up straight away, embarrassment evident on his face. At the sight of this, you felt a rush of boldness run through your veins. With your heart pounding, you reach out, fingertips brushing his upperarm as you lean in. You place a gentle and quick kiss to his cheek. Thoma doesn’t make a move, so you push yourself, leaning up to his ear to whisper softly, “My door’ll be unlocked the rest of the day should you feel…compelled.”

And with that, you pulled back, giving a cheeky grin and wink to Thoma. You grab your phone off the table and the hightail it out of there. This wasn’t your typical thing. Coming onto someone, and so strongly, was never even on your agenda. You practically sprinted down the hall to your apartment, flinging open the door.

“I can’t believe I did it. Holy shit, oh my god,” you mumbled. You began pacing about your living room space, unaware of the storm raging on in the apartment one over. Unaware of the man making a split decision and grabbing his phone and keys. Unaware of the door being thrown open only to be hastily locked. Unaware of the fire hot on your trail, until he was throwing open your door.

Thoma didn’t even waste a second in locking the door and marching up to you. He looked angry but hesitant. The fire and storm that raged on inside of him were at war for dominance. Thoma reached out, grabbing your arms as you stood there waiting for a confession, an explanation, a response, anything.

“I…!”

He was struggling so much. Thoma needed with everything in his soul to be a gentlemen. He was a feminist above all. He couldn’t degrade you and ask for sex like that. Are you kidding?

You reached out, gently smiling while you removed Thoma’s grip on you. “Thoma. Stop being nice and just fuck me. Please. I can only handle being this forward for so long-“

You simply did not have to tell him twice. His hand once again found their place on your arms, stabilizing both of you as his lips cut you off. He was so warm and soft. Thoma tasted of the tea you’d had only minutes ago. Something about the kiss was just right in every way. It was like those fairytale kisses that made a big to do about it all.

He barely broke the kiss to gasp for air before going back in, tongue swiping at your lip, begging for entrance. You were more than willing, giving him entrance immediately. You figured Thoma had to be at least average in his skillset; he was good at everything, after all. But never in your life were expecting for Thoma to be so sloppy but so good.

His tongue was practically down your throat within seconds. Thoma’s soft moans and hums had your head spinning with the added vibration, even. Each swirl of his tongue left you weak in the knees and longing for more. It had you submitting to your favorite neighbor, knees threatening to buckle, instantly.

As you grabbed onto Thoma’s shirt for some stability, you whined softly against his tongue. God, if he was this good with just his tongue, you couldn’t even imagine what was to come.

You weren’t going to have to wait long to find out, thankfully. Thoma started walking you back into your bedroom, never breaking from the kiss. He was cautious, hand on the back of your head to be safe in case you pumped into something along the way. He was always so considerate.

But now wasn’t about that. You wanted him to be selfish. You grabbed at Thoma’s jacket and practically threw it in the doorway of your bedroom. It was like a desperate plea, screaming ‘fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!’

And Thoma heard it loud and clear. He nearly threw you onto your bed, climbing on top immediately.

“So this is where you play with your pussy?” he said through a heavy breath. Thomas sat back on his heels, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. You looked on almost hypnotized by his torso as he threw his shirt to the side.

He was so pretty. You couldn’t believe you took so long to work up the courage to ask for this. To ask for him.

“______,” he cooed. “I asked you a question.”

“Y..Yes.”

“Mm. Well, I look forwards to seeing you squirt. After hearing you make a mess for months on end, I’ve been dying to see it.”

“H-How’d you know that I squirt?!”

You felt your cheek burn. There was no way he just knew that. Did you say something? There was no way..

“Oh. I didn’t. But I’m gonna make you regardless.”

With that, Thoma practically ripped off your shorts, throwing them off into the abyss of your floor. He looked to you to check how you were doing and that nearly sent him over the edge.

Your face was flushed and you looked at him with a lustful lidded gaze. A daze smile adorned your mouth, tongue peeking out. Thoma almost completely stopped in his tracks at the state of you. You were hot. You were a dream. And you were all his right now.

Thoma dove in, cupping your face with both hands, kissing you. You were irresistible in this moment and he didn’t know what to do first. He let one hand travel down to the bottom of your shirt, pushing up. He was ruthless in grabbing your breast upon realizing you had no bra on.

You whined, throwing your head back even further into the pillows, breaking the kiss. This gave Thoma the perfect opportunity to jump right to your tits, sucking and biting. He practically growled in lust, sucking on your nipple. You felt your panties getting wet and you didn’t know how much longer you’d hold out.

“You know,” you began panting. Thoma looked up at you while he laid hickey after hickey on your tits, giving his full attention. “when I could hear you touching yourself, I was doing the same thing. You sounded so hot.”

“Fuck,” Thoma gasped, finally letting go of your tits.

“I had my vibrator on my clit and two fingers inside of me.”

“Gods, I need you now. I can’t be patient.”

You didn’t even get another word in. Just like your shorts, your wet panties were gone in an instant. Thoma wasted no time in leveling himself and running his tongue up your folds. He moaned as he slurped up your slick, sending shivers down your spine. Thoma’s still gloved hands yanked at your waist, pulling you closer to his mouth. You had no where to go - not that you were complaining. Thoma was the final destination as far as you were concerned.

You put your legs that already felt like jello over his shoulders as he began to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit. He was relentless. Thoma, like everything else he did, was amazing at this. He applied just the right amount of pressure and was the right speed and-

Holy fuck! You squealed at the unexpected sensation. Thoma had began to suck on your clit sharply. He chuckled, adding a wonderful pleasure that had your back arching already.

“Th-Thoma!” you whined. He was so fucking good at this. You were bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself anymore.

“That’s it pretty girl,” he cooed, having finally come up for a breath. “Just like that.”

“More,” you whined, hands flying to his fluffy locks.

“More?~ God…such a needy lil thing.”

You looked down to him and those green eyes you knew so well were clouded with lust. Thoma sat up, a devious grin on his lips. “Give me your vibrator.”

You halted for a second, confused. But the smile on Thoma’s lips and his patient yet needy demeanor had you reaching into your nightstand. You pulled out the white, cordless wand, and handed it over, no questions.

Thoma took it, rising from the bed. “Come here,” he beckoned, holding out his free hand. He happily steadied you as you got up, holding your hand as he walked you over to your mirror. He sat down in front of the floor length mirror, legs spread wide.

“Sit,” he said, patting the floor. “I wanna watch you make a mess and get this mirror all dirty.”

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit. Thoma was nasty. You obeyed his request immediately, sitting in between his legs. You didn’t even need to be told to spread your legs, you held them open, hands underneath the bend of your knees.

Thoma placed a gentle kiss to the back of your head as thanks. “Such a good girl.” He leaned you back a bit and then pulled something from his back pocket. “______?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I take a video?”

You froze for a minute, looking back to him. “Wh..Why?”

“It’s…a lil embarrassing. But so I can have something to watch next time I’m thinking about you.”

Thoma’s ears grew red and he seemed to be honest about it. Thoma was a nice guy. He wouldn’t just spread a video like that..right? No, there’s no way. Besides, the thought of him using a video of him playing with you to get off to, was kinda hot.

“O-Okay,” you nod. “Just, don’t show anyone please.”

“Of course not! Oh my god! I would never.”

Right. That’d be out of his character. You felt bad even thinking he might. This was Thoma after all.

“Go ahead, then,” you smiled back at him.

“Thank you, _____.” Thoma wasted no time in turning on the camera of his phone and pressing record. He set aside your toy for now and played with your pussy, showing it off to the camera.

He spread your lips wide, showing the mess you’d become from just a little bit of toying to the camera. You tried to look away, but Thoma beckoned you to look at your pussy. The puffy red clit, the drooling cunt. You were messy, and it was all his fault.

Thoma then sunk a finger into your pussy, looking you dead in the eyes. Both of you moaning at the sensation of his finger sinking inside. You were so fucking tight and the stretch felt so good. You couldn’t wait for that cock to fill you up.

“Good girl,” Thoma whispered into you neck, placing gentle kisses. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out, relishing in the soft squelch your pussy made.

It was divine. His long, skinny fingers hit the exact spot that drove you crazy. And it was nearly automatic, that he knew where to curl his fingers. He curled them, flexing and pointing, making you see stars already. You gasp and moaned, tears of pleasure pricking at the corner of your eyes.

But there was a familiar sensation that normally took a bit longer, already bubbling up. Thoma knew damn well what he was doing. This man was a god. There was no way he wasn’t mad fucking, not when he was this good. But that was a question for later.

“Soooo sensitive,” he moaned into your neck. “Do me a favor, angel?”

Through dazed eyes and in a near hypnotic state, you hum in approval.

“Put your vibrator on your clit, please?”

You obeyed, happily, grabbing the wand and turning it on. You pressed the button, setting it to the first setting, you hovered over your sensitive clit, anticipating the sensation.

Thoma’s finger never stopped though, bumping in and out at a consistent pace. As you pressed the wand’s head to your clit, you threw back your head onto Thoma’s shoulder. Fuck. It felt so good. The familiar bubbling in your stomach grew and you whined.

Thoma placed gentle kisses along your jawline and neck, whispering soft praises against you. “You’re doing such a good job, love. Can you take another finger?”

“Please,” you whine, pleading for more. You wanted to be a good girl and fulfill his wishes. You wanted to squirt all over the mirror. You needed Thoma to fuck you stupid while you were forced to watch his cock slide in and out of you in the mirror. The anticipation was killing you.

You heard a deep chuckle from Thoma’s throat and you felt the sting of your cunt adjusting to the second finger plunging in. Your pussy ached but as Thoma curled and pumped his fingers, the splotches in your vision returned.

“Th-Thoma,” you moaned, breathlessly.

“Turn your vibe up.”

You whimpered as you followed his command. The buzzing against your clit and Thoma’s fingers pushing against your g spot, had your toes curling. You bit down on your lip and cried out in pleasure.

Everything began to blur as you felt a familiar sensation burning like a hot iron in your tummy. Your vision grew splotchy and your mind went hazy.

“Such an angel. Taking my fingers so well. Can’t wait to see you take my cock,” Thoma whispered into your ear.

You practically drooled at the mere mention. Thoma’s cock. You needed it. You needed it now. You needed your neighbor’s cock bullying your pussy until you were screaming and crying, stupid with pleasure, unable to think about anything but his cock.

You let out a loud, pleased moan to show your excitement and began to grind against Thomas’s fingers faster. “Need it,” you panted.

“Hmm?~”

“Need your cock inside me,” you whined. God, you sounded pathetic but it was so hot to the man that was knuckle deep inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Once you cum, I’ll give you what you want, alright?” Thoma returned to placing kisses along your jaw in an attempt to appease you some but you whined a bit.

You turned up your vibe a bit more and groaned. The splotches in your vision grew and grew until your body tensed and you practically squealed.

Thoma’s fingers never ceased even as your cunt got loud and messy, squelching filling the room

“Thoma!” you cried out. His name became a chant on your lips that drove you to the brink but kept you down to Earth at the same time. Your vision blurred fully and tears gently fell from your eyes. You were in pure bliss, unaware of anything.

But Thoma grinned, watching as you came. You squirt all over your mirror, making an absolute mess. Your free hand searched for purchase anywhere at all, grabbing Thoma’s thigh, chomping down and digging in your nails. It was too much. Your body spasmed and you arched your back as much as as you possibly could, head shaking side to side.

You barely had time to recover before you felt something warm and sticky touch your back. Thoma’s cock.

You hadn’t noticed but in your fucked out sat, Thoma laid back, getting ready for you. He gave his hard cock a few pumps with his hand, groaning at the ache he felt.

“Are you okay to-“

You didnt even let Thoma finish. You were tired from the orgasm Thoma ripped out of you but you were determined. His dick was yours.

“Stop being nice,” you whined out, repositioning to be atop of Thoma’s hips. “Fuck me. Now!”

You tossed your vibrator to the side and sat up on shaky haunches, grabbing your neighbor’s cock. Impatiently you positioned its tip to line up with your cunt. But you stopped, looking back to Thoma. His face was red, but you could tell how badly he needed you.

“Your phone,” you demanded. Thoma looked left and then right. A little dazed but handing it over with no questions. “I’ll get you some more videos. That way you have more…uhm..options.”

Thoma groaned at the thought, hands gripping your hips. “You’re so hot. You know that?”

“I’ll film so please, Thoma. Manhandle me. Fill me. Fuck me.”

You pressed record, watching yourself through your reflection in the mirror on the phone. You stared at where Thoma’s cock slowly slid in, making sure it was in frame before throwing back your head in a moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned as Thoma shoved you down further and further. “So big…”

“And it’s all yours, angel.”

Thoma was ruthless, just as you asked. Barely giving you a second to adjust to his cock before thrusting up into you. He was gracious enough to keep a slower pace for now though. Which allowed you to watch as your tight cunt sucked in every inch of him until you sat flush to him. And then to be pulled up, almost entirely off his cock, pussy juice and precum shining off each inch.

The moan left your mouth was straight sinful as you resisted the urge to throw back your head. You panted as you stared almost hypnotized by the image before you. But you wanted more.

“F…Faster, please, Thoma,” you whined softly. And he was happy to oblige. His hips picked up pace creating a thwacking noise each time your hips met. It had you leaning back, steadying yourself with your free hand on Thoma’s chest to keep from falling over.

“God,” Thoma groaned. His grip on your hips was near painful as if he was trying to restrain himself from going feral. But that was all you wanted. It was all you needed; just to be thrown around by this man who met you to chat over tea. Who came to your rescue when you were locked out of the apartments. The man who was there for you after a rough day, happy to watch a movie, cook you dinner, and listen to your troubles.

“Let go, Thoma. Let me be your toy. Please,” you cried out. “Thoma, please! Please, let me be your fleshlight!”

Finally, you whined as Thoma growled. The final string holding him back snapped as he began to sit up, roughly shoving you so you were face down, ass up. Thoma didn’t miss a damn beat though, going ballistic in his pace. He lifted a leg and smacked your ass hard.

“So whiny,” he complained. In this position, Thoma’s cock reached a spot that had your legs shaking and had your spit pooling in your mouth. You struggled to keep his phone up, recording the sight. But that was the least of your worries. “Is this what you wanted? Hm?~”

“Yes, sir,” you panted. Your eyes began to roll back into your head as you felt Thoma’s balls slap against your clit with each thrust.

You were straight up drooling on the floor now. You were in pure ecstasy hearing your neighbor grunt as he pummeled his cock into your sloppy pussy. And from the sound of it, he was so, so close.

“Inside, inside! Inside, please! Cum inside me, sir!”

A tug on your hair brought your head up just enough to look in the mirror. You tried with all you had to focus your eyes, looking up at Thoma’s reflection.

“So fuckin’ filthy. But since you asked nicely, I suppose I can grant you this.”

At this, your eyes rolled back into your head again, Thoma’s phone laid flat on the floor and you let yourself just go wild, moaning and crying out for Thoma. His deep, fast thrust had you panting like a bitch in heat. He was ruthless. He was everything you asked of him.

But it wasn’t long before Thoma’s hips stuttered. A warm sensation came over you as Thoma’s hot, white cum emptied right into your cunt. He gave you every single drop, refusing to pull out until he was certain that was he was fully empty.

Thoma gently let go over your hair, making sure you didn’t slam your head on the cold floor. As he pulled out, he tried not to look and prioritize your wellbeing and aftercare first.

“______? You okay, love?” He asked in the softest tone. It was such a contrast to the gruff tone he was using only a minute ago. He placed a light hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hun..”

You didn’t have much energy in you but you grunted in agreeance before gasping.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

You met Thoma’s eyes as yours struggled to stay open. In between pants, attempting to catch your breath you said, “I put your phone down before we finished..”

[honeykaes]

—𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

⟡ breakup-sex hc’s feat. thoma, alhaitham, scaramouche, childe

⟡ warnings: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

⟡ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, angst, modern au!, creampie (thoma), right person wrong time trope (thoma), fingering (alhaitham), wall sex (alhaitham), mutual breakup (alhaitham), cumshot (alhaitham), reader has breasts (scaramouche), boobjob (scaramouche), squirting (scaramouche), cunnilingus (scaramouche), reader broke up with scara via text, jealousy (childe), drunk sex (childe), semi-public sex (childe), scummy ex!childe, unedited

You loved Thoma. That was the honest truth and you knew he loved you too. The only issue was how much time he spent away. Dates canceling, coming home infrequently—his duty as the Kamisato retainer was straining him. And even when he had the time to attend to his duties as your boyfriend, you could see the bags under his strained eyes, trying his best for you not to see the cracks and desperation of rest he needed.

You loved Thoma. That was the honest truth; therefore, you needed to let him go.

As the words left your mouth, it seemed the world silenced. Thoma sat on the couch, hand covering his mouth as his eyes stared off into space, watering from your declaration. Your heart lurched in your chest.

“Thoma, you know I love you. You can’t prioritize us right now, and that’s okay. I understand what Ayaka and Ayato mean to you and how important it is for you be fully committed to your responsibilities,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to his cheek. He let his hand leave his face, tears beginning to cascade down his now-flushed cheeks.

“Then please…” he whispered. You gently shook your head, wiping the tear away.

“You know I can’t for now…” you whispered back. Just as you were about to get up and let Thoma grieve his love for you in peace, he shot up pressing his lips into your own. Desperation, passion, and longing—those three emotions strongly swirling in that kiss, but yet, you found yourself kissing him back. 

As he tightly gripped your waist, the two of your bodies fell onto the bed with a soft thud. Your hands wandered up, lifting Thoma’s shirt off of him, breaking the kiss momentarily before connecting right back again. One by one, articles of clothing fell down leaving you two in the nude, clinging onto each other.

Thoma’s lips trailed down your neck, hand drifting up and brushing against your slit as you shivered. His thumb drifted up, pressing down on your clit, garnering a gasp from you. Slick drooled out of you as he continuously circled and flicked on the bundle of nerves. 

Smearing your arousal along your inner thighs, Thoma grabs his half-hardened cock pumping it a few times before lining himself up. His tip slid between your folds, brushing against your clit as he grunts in slight frustration before he finally pressed himself to your opening and sank inside of you.

A breathy moan of your name escapes Thoma’s lips, weaving your hands with his—cock slipping deeper, feeling your walls squeeze and tighten. Lifting his face from the nape of your neck, his nose brushed against yours—green eyes sorrowful as he slowly thrusts. Your legs wrapped around his thin waist gripping his hands tighter as he plunged himself steady and deliberate, hitting every spot he knew would unravel you.

Your back arched, body shivered in pleasure as you finally reached your high. Your walls spasmed and tightened against him as his own release would arrive soon. Shutting his eyes and desperately pressing your lips against yours once more to drown out his moan, Thoma’s hips halted—ropes of his cum spurting inside of you. 

Thoma placed his sweaty forehead against yours and closed his eyes. Sliding his cock out of you where his cum was slowly seeping down, his arms wrapped around your form underneath him.

“...Just let me hold you one last time before you go.”

“I put the rest of your stuff in a box near the door. Just knock when you finally get here. Don’t be late.”

You grumbled reading the text before sighing and getting out of your car. Marching up to his door, you dove your hands into your pockets trying to mask the frustration pounding against your chest.

You thought Alhaitham was the one, and you think, he did as well. You were ecstatic to move into his place, your tastes merging together in his own. Despite how smooth you thought it would be, one argument turned into multiple until the strain in your relationship was too bad to ignore. You both agreed to break things off but, you weren’t over him quite yet and that hurt.

As you knocked on the door, and paused hearing heavy footsteps on the other side. The door slowly opened revealing Alhaitham’s tall frame. He was wearing his reading glasses and some leisure attire he only wore around the house. His eyes narrowed toward you, yet there wasn’t any animosity in his eyes.

“Come in,” he murmured to your surprise as he opened the door further. Despite your mind screaming to just ask him for the box and leave, you found yourself stepping inside of your old home seeing the colder energy that the place used to not have.

“Do you want something? Water? Coffee?” he offered. You shook your head yes he grunted. Guiding you to the kitchen. He began to pour your drink, placing it on the table before sitting next to you with his own. The two of you sat in silence, sipping your respective drinks. You could only quirk your eyebrow noticing Alhaitham’s gaze lingered briefly on your lips. 

You don’t know how it started, or what possessed either of you to indulge in each other but here you were, in the hallway, bruised lips pressing hard on one another as he ground his hardening cock into your core. 

His nails dug into your hips grunting in your ear as his lips connected with your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. One hand snaked itself against the waistband of your pants, sliding itself beneath your panties and cupping your cunt. You gasped, nails harpooning themselves against Alhaitham’s broad back as his fingers sank inside of you—thumb lazily fondling your clit.

Your walls quivered as he scissored his fingers, stretching you out as he slowly pumped. You squirmed in his grip as he grunted with annoyance, hand grasping your waist tighter before you whined. He lifted his fingers up—digits coated with your slick—and popped them in his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue. 

He shimmied your pants and underwear down and follow suit, letting his heavy cock slap against his covered abdomen. He lifted your leg up as you call out his name in shock, sliding his cock along your folds to gather up the slick drooling out of you.

“What? Don’t act all shy now,” he whispered in your ear before plunging himself inside of you. You cry out feeling the dull pain of being stretched out as he inched deeper and deeper. Once bottoming out a low moan drifted off his lips feeling your walls pulsate and massage his length.

His hand left your waist, grabbing a handful of your ass with a tight squeeze before he began to thrust. Your body shivered, hearing his noises as if he deliberately wanted you to hear just how you made him.

“Fuck…I missed you, I missed this cunt…but you’re so goddamn stubborn,” he grunted, brushing against the spongy spot inside of you. Your head leaned into the wall, clinging onto him tighter as you tried to widen your shaky legs to get him to hit that spot again and again.

“H-aitham..! Haitham,” you stammered, nails racking his back as he sucked a breath in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, walls caving down as you finally reached your high struggling to keep your feet up. Alhaitham cursed under his breath closing his eyes as he quickly slide his cock out, pumping himself a few times before groaning—thick white ropes of cum splattering on your lower stomach.

He let your leg down, steading you, as he tried to catch his own breath. You closed your eyes, leaning against his chest.

“I don’t fucking get you sometimes and I don’t think I ever will.”

Your eyes kept reading your text message to Scaramouche over and over again. You know you were kind of a dick for breaking up via text because you feared confrontation from your usual grumpy ex-boyfriends, but the fact he left you on read made you nervous. He always had something to say, wanting to have the last word in every argument—so this, was nerve-wracking.

You hear your doorbell echo throughout your apartment as you sighed and walked over to the door, expecting a package only to gasp in horror seeing Scaramouche standing there—arms crossed, glaring at you.

“Through text? Really? Really?!” he yelled out, storming inside your apartment. You sighed and closed the door; you should have known better. As you turn to see him seething you noticed how bloodshot his eyes were, he must have been crying not too long ago.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t know how to break it to you!” you responded. Scaramouche scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“So you think our 3 years can be over through a fucking text!? Are you that much of a coward?! I think I deserved more than a fucking text message!” he shouted. Your eyes drifted away in guilt, crossing your own arms against your chest.

“Fuck! Okay! You’re right. You didn’t deserve that. But, I’m not happy with our relationship! Fucking—.” You took a sigh to compose yourself momentarily. “I don’t feel like you ever give a damn about me so I didn’t think it would be that bad to break up via text.”

Scaramouche remained silent, sucking on his tooth before letting out a low, sarcastic laugh before slowly marching towards you. You felt like a rabbit eyeing the ferocious might of a wolf.

“Don’t care? I don’t care?! Your joking right?! Do you even fathom how much I love you…!” he murmured, close to your face. The two of you glared down at one another waiting for the other one to respond only to gasp as Scaramouche connected his lips with yours and to his surprise, you didn’t push him away and deepened the kiss.

Things quickly found their way to the bedroom as Scaramouche roughly pushed you down on the bed before lifting his shirt off. Just as you were going to do the same, Scaramouche grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“No. Do you even realize you’re wearing my shirt right now? The audacity you have to break up with me while wearing that shit,” he grunted, nipping at your ear before leaning up. He undid the buckle of his jeans and zipped down the zipper, pulling down his jeans and boxers to reveal his twitching cock. 

“You don’t get to enjoy my cock like that,” he grunted, gripping his length and pumping it. Scaramouche lifted you slightly up before letting his cock brush between the mounds of your chest. His cock was hot and heavy, tip budding with precum that began to smear across your torso. His hands grabbed your breasts, thumbs brushing against your pebbling nipples before pressing them together, between his cock.

“Hold your tits like this,” he grunted as you obeyed. You gasped feeling your bottoms come off, exposing your wet cunt. Scaramouche clicked his tongue, pressing his thumb against your clit and drawing tight circles on it.

You whined when his hips began to thrust between your breast as he let out a shaky moan. His cock trembled with every thrust as his pace began to get faster. He cursed under his breath, pausing his ministrations on your clit as he shut his eyes to enjoy the soft mounds of your chest. 

“Fuck. Shit—” he cursed out. You softly yelped as cum shot out, hitting your chin and bottom lip. Globs of his cums stained his shirt you were wearing as he bit his lip to muffle his whine. As he slowly came from his high, he sighed moving down and nibbling at your inner thighs.

“You don’t fucking deserve this but I’m not cruel enough to leave you on the edge,” he grumbled. Your hands shot to his hair as his lips connected with the bud of your clit, lapping it up roughly and sucking on it. As his tongue swirled and flicked, your legs shook and pressed themselves against Scaramouche’s head.

His eyes were cold seeing you squirm against his mouth before it faltered, as a rush of liquid hit his tongue as you arched your back. He drank as much as he could grabbing your thighs to hold you down before you finally began to calm down from your intense climax.

“Made you squirt for the first time heh,” he laughed to himself. “Too bad it’ll be the last.”

When Childe broke up with you, it hurt your pride and your heart. You didn’t think of yourself as a vindictive person, but when you had the opportunity to temporarily forget about him and how someone practically worshipped you for the night—you didn’t say no. 

You didn’t expect to see him at the club, your eyes meeting with shock. Your eyes narrowed to the person he was dancing with, arm around their waist as he ground behind them. Rolling your eyes with a scoff, you walked away from the dancefloor and towards a corner in the back where you could process the situation better.

“Fuck,” you grunted in frustration in debate. You didn’t want to leave but you couldn’t stand seeing that. Just as you were about to decide to try another bar, your ex approached you with a smirk, leaning against the wall.

“Funny seeing you here. Is that D-rank boytoy crawling around,” he teased with a strained smile. You scoffed rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.

“No, but don’t let that stop you from putting your cock inside your stupid fling, I was just leaving,” you grunted. Childe grabbed your wrist, leaning down. That infuriating smirk was still on his lips.

“Aww, come on. Let’s catch up a bit. Don’t you miss me…” he whispered in your ear, causing your body to shiver. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you were sure your own buzz was messing with your judgment yet, you couldn’t help following into the empty bathroom. 

Quickly checking each stall was empty, Childe locked the door and moved the trashcan in front of it. He grabbed your waist, moving you on the empty counter before pressing his clothed hardened cock against your core.

“You see what you do to me….? I think you forgot just how wild we got together,” he murmured, drifting your underwear down your thighs. His fingers grazed along your slit as you whined, moving your hips to try to get him to brush against your throbbing clit. He chuckled watching as his finger slowly dripped with the same slick beginning to drip from you. 

Wiping it down his slacks, he quickly freed himself—slapping the tip of his cock against your clit. You moaned as he finally stopped bullying the nub, pressing his cock along your opening before sinking inside of you. 

“Fuck, just like how I remember it,” he grunted, sliding deeper and deeper before he finally bottomed out. Sliding out briefly, you choke out feeling him plunge his cock back in hard and fast. His pace was relentless, lewd noises drifting throughout the bathroom. 

You closed your eyes as he grabbed your chin. His eyes were much colder than before, smugness replaced by jealousy.

“No. You have to watch everything I’m doing to you. I’m not going to let you forget how well my cock made you writhe so many nights. No one can fuck you as well I can, including that stupid boytoy you decided to fuck,” he grunted, plowing himself inside of you.

You whined out his name, walls fluttered down as he soon changed his angle to find your favorite spot. As he brushed by it deliberately, You clung tighter to him calling out his name repeatedly.

“There! There! There! There!” you rambled out. You squirmed, a breathy moan escaping from your lips as you reached your high. Your spasming walls made it harder for Childe to thrust, pace getting closer and sloppier. 

Just as you thought he was about to spill out, Childe quickly left your tight, warm cunt, he rapidly pumped his cock—tip leaning towards your underwear. With a grunt, white globs of his cum shot out filling your once-clean underwear with his essence. He chuckled, quickly pulling them up as you gasp, feeling the warmth of his cum as he pulled his softening cock into his briefs and pulled his pants up to fasten them.

Not paying you much mind, he walked towards the door moving the trashcan and unlocking it before pausing.

“When you get some sense, call me,” he grunted, walking out of the bathroom.

[tomionefinds]

Step siblings???? 👀

Here are some- Haus

Over Your Dead Body by midgnight5776

E | Complete | 104k

All Hermione wants to do is what’s best for her Tom. He’s her best friend, her protector, her stepbrother. Since the day he moved in, Tom’s looked after her. Now, as Tom’s urge to kill has become too strong to overcome, Hermione is going to do everything in her power to keep him from ever getting caught.

Psychopath by shezwriter

E | WIP | 83k

‘Tom Riddle’ is a believable character, designed with the customary tensions of a young man navigating the modern world.

The Nutcracker by sianatte

T | WIP | 14k

Widow Jane Granger found herself in dire straits, penniless and homeless with her young child. A chance emerged to salvage her life by becoming a housekeeper at the Riddles' residence. However, the terms didn't allow her to bring her child along. Facing this dilemma, she made the heart-wrenching decision to place Hermione in the care of the Wools Orphanage. Her plan: to reclaim her child once she could provide adequately. Meanwhile, at the Riddle house, an eerie occurrence befell the heir. Abruptly, he called off his engagement to Cecilia, vanishing for a month without explanation. As Jane began her work at the Riddle estate, the heir returned, bearing a terrifying, almost deathly appearance. Jane found herself tending to him, and amidst the trials, they gradually fell in love. However, their union faced a hurdle—Sr. Thomas, who disapproved of their relationship. They awaited his passing to wed legally. When the moment finally arrived, Jane hurried to the Wools orphanage to reclaim her child. To her relief, Hermione was there, but accompanying her was another boy—Tom, coincidentally sharing the name of Jane's former fiancé.

Riddle's Girl by MrsWhisper

E | WIP | 27k

Tom’s father was known to bring women home, he had married before, but they hadn’t lasted. But his father ran off and got married again. For the third time since his mother passed away. But this time, when introductions were made, Tom found a gorgeous curvy girl with curly brown hair, and eyes of amber. Hermione would be his- no matter the costs, step-sister or not.

Metanoia by Vofastudum

E | One-Shot | 5k

"Just ask it of me." He leans closer, her hand still holding his chin, "Just ask, baby sister." Tomione unhinged step-siblings Muggle au where they find magic, eachother and freedom on a whole new level.

[ye-olde-sodor]

Dream Canon Mallard Headcanons!

Mallard is an LNER Class A4 built in 1938, making him one of the youngest members of the Gresley Family. (Aged 62 in this au)

He holds the world record for the Fastest Steam Locomotive in the world. On July 3rd, 1938, he reached 126 mph at just a few months old!

Mallard can be arrogant and mean, but he’s generally well mannered and generous with humans and engines alike…unless an engine dares to defy the hierarchy, then it’s an entirely different case. He's also quite the Optimist, which plays into how he views serious situations.

No one tell him that Henry "Stanier" was built with stolen Gresley blueprints, he'll have a stroke. A merge of the two families would create a nation wide scandal!

He’s in charge of his own Engine Correctional Facility on the Mainland, and has 17 other facilities just like it across the UK!

This idea of correctional facilities came to him sometime after he learned of the scrapping of most of his siblings (save for Spencer and a few others). He was grief stricken, and clung to the first thing that brought him any feelings that weren’t grief and dread.

He noticed that him and a select few of his siblings were preserved because they either performed better than the rest, broke a record, had some major historic significance, or were purchased by foreign railways. It’s the first example that became Mallard’s obsession.

He wanted to give all engines another chance at life. He wanted to see if he could mold an engine to be better than their other siblings, and have them preserved. When the trial of this idea succeeded with Ryan (who was unaware of the trial and assumed he was preserved due to his ties with the other Gresleys), Mallard found his new purpose in life, his spiritual awakening one might say. He’s been operating his correctional facilities ever since.

While he has the best intentions in mind, he’s oblivious to the harm his methods of teaching may cause. He can also be full of himself when he’s convicted he’s right.

His main goal is to expand his facilities to Sodor, the bane of British Rail and to the Engine Hierarchy. He wishes to purchase it and reshape it in his own image. Mallard won’t modernize it, but he wants to bring order and essentially remove what makes Sodor stand out from other heritage lines…it’s numerous accidents and ties to the Reverend Awdry.

He's extremely close to Ryan, who he views as a son. Spencer is a close second, however. While he cares for Scott and Gordon as well, he can't let Scott's "death" get in the way of progress. He'll mourn in secret, not in public. It's the professional way to do it.

As one can probably tell, Mallard sees opportunity in everything, even in death and depression. He's an optimist by nature, and always tries to see the good in everything. Case in point, now that Mallard has part of Scott's inheritance and Gordon doesn't want to work anymore, Mallard has the perfect opportunity to go through with his Sodor Renovation plan!

When Mallard learned that Gordon was struggling to cope with the loss, he offered to take him to the Mainland to get him closer to professionals who can help him.

Spencer became roped into Mallard's scheme, but Spencer isn't too keen on the idea just like everyone else.

Thomas quickly became Mallard's "moral enemy" due to his Anti-hierarchy views. Once Mallard has control over the island's engines, Thomas will be the first one admitted to Mallard's Correctional facility. He's hoping that Ryan can whip him into shape, as he plans to have Ryan run the Sodor facility in the future.

Quotes:

Mallard: "Gordon, my dear brother-"

Gordon: "We're cousins."

Mallard: "Gordon, my dear cousin-" ____________________________________________

Mallard: "So Spencer, how's the island?"

Spencer: "Depressed, demoralized...on the brink of collapse now that Gordon got replaced by those three diesels!"

Mallard: "Oh is it now?~"

Spencer: "Please don't talk like that again-"

Mallard: "Do tell me more about Sodor's, eh...run of bad luck."

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Mallard: “Well look on the bright side…once you feel ready, we can return to Sodor and I get to introduce you to all the new changes I’ve made! :)”

Gordon, half listening: I suppose you’re right-wait WHAT ALL DID YOU CHANGE???”

Mallard: “Secret :3”

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Mallard: "So we're going to put the new Correction Facility over...Oh I don't know where to place it! Spencer, you know the island well, where would be the most optimal location for it?"

Spencer: "I wouldn't say I know it well...but if you're serious about this facility of yours, I'd place it somewhere along the Express route. There's some land near Vicarstown that's unoccupied. It'll be right next to a large yard and station for engines to train. Plus it'll be in close proximity to the Dieselworks."

Mallard: "There's a Dieselworks?! On Sodor?"

Spencer: "Calling it a Works is a bit of a stretch but yes, there is one. It's in complete disrepair though. It's any wonder those diesels despise Topham and our fellow steam engines"

Mallard: "Hmm. Good to know..."

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Mallard: "Y'know, I've been digging into your class lately in order to-"

Thomas: "The Hell?! What are you doing that for, you creep!"

Mallard: "...To better accommodate my courses and lessons to your class, since I've been told you're quite the water hog."

Thomas: "Oh you miserable-"

Mallard: "I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU, YOU TWIT."

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Edward: "We'll lose everything! Sodor's culture, it's heritage, and it's railways. You'll destroy everything that Sodor stands for if you go through with your plan!"

Mallard: "Ah, so my plan will work! What wonderful news! Now we can get started on making a new Sodor!"

Edward: ಠ_ಠ

Mallard: "One with our beloved hierarchy, no confusion or delay, and more attention to the poor and neglected diesels!"

Diesel 10: "Hell yeah! Finally, a Steamer who gets it!"

Edward: "He's using you to push his own agenda you twit! He'll forget about you once he-"

Mallard: "Step right up then, my fellow machine! Show me around the Diesel Works so I can make arrangements to give it a complete overhaul!"

Diesel 10: "Gladly Mr. eh...Mallard was it?"

Edward, under his breath: "Oh you can fuck right off..."

[the-fluff-piece]

"I just want some f**ing wine"

Sanji x fem!reader modern day AU

for the stressed millenial who just wants to be pampered and loved unconditionally

-> find part 2 here

-> and part 3 here

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You have a typical bad date at a good restaurant - which gets crashed (or saved) by the handsome chef that has a thing for you.

This is with a fem!reader in mind. Who is very exhausted and unnerved.

involves fun things like swearing, smoking and alcohol. But no smut. We are not having so much fun 🤨

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Your evening was horrible, it even beat your day of totally unnecessary meetings. Sitting opposite Thomas, your blind date for the evening, was a test for your mental health. He went on and about his ex-girlfriend, who, as he told you, was absolutely crazy, stupid, hysterical and he was so over her after almost a year. Yeah buddy, tell yourself that.

And that after he had been so extremely nice on the dating app where you met him. Shame. He was actually good looking and had a stable job, he was funny and smart. And still hung up on his ex for some reason. By now, you knew everything about her. You sipped at your wine, bored out of your mind by the next story about how horrible she was on their last vacation together. At least the wine and food were excellent. Thomas picked the location. Bet he was here with his ex, too. You see a waiter running around and wave with your glass to indicate that you need a refill. He swiftly came by and asked: “The pinot grigio again?”. You just nodded, that wine was tasty. “Or might I recommend the wine our chef has picked to be paired with the main course?”

“No thank you, I'll have more of the pinot.” you insisted. Better stay with what you know.

The waiter, however, came back with another glass as you listened to Thomas now talking bad about other dates he had found on the app. Oh boy, do you think I now feel better than the others? Knowing how you talk about women you dated? You think, only noticing in the last moment that the wine you were brought was red instead of white. “Excuse me”, you call the waiter back. “This isn’t the pinot?”

“Chef’s recommendation, he said it’s on the house”, the waiter informs you with an apologetic smile.

Free booze! “Tell him my thanks”, you say as politely as possible. This evening just got better.

“You know, you shouldn’t drink so much”, Thomas commented on your second glass of wine with a well intended, but ultimately unnerving wink. Yeah, just destroy my happiness, you think as you already feel a bit guilty. You knew you shouldn’t indulge. Just like you should work out regularly, stop smoking and eat more veggies than instant ramen. Since this was your first date in ages with no other currently in sight, you set the glass down and ate something of the incredibly tasty pasta you were served. The sauce was just the right consistency and tasted of fresh herbs, tomatoes and childhood summer evenings. So delicious you actually had to sigh. And it went so perfectly with the wine. Another sip.

“Y/n, what do you think?” Thomas asked, it was all of his monologue you could hear.

“What?”

“I asked what do you think about the elections?” he repeated his question, talking very loud and clearly.

Fuck, politics. It would be wise to know about that before this got serious, but you where exhausted. “Uhm” you eloquently started, “I think elections are important for democracy.”

Thomas turned into the blank face emoji. It looked funny enough. Needing a pick-you-up, you excused yourself and pretended to go to the bathroom. Instead you headed to the small garden of the restaurant to have a secret smoke. The cold wind was refreshing and you took out your zippo. Looking at the childish motif you had to smile– a cute comic reindeer eating ice cream. It was it a moose? Tanuki? Never mind.

Zip, zip

only a few sparks, no flame.

Ok, trusty zippo, don’t leave me hanging.

Zip, zip,zip...nothing.

“Fuck”

The clicking of your futile attempts goes on and on – until finally, the sound of an igniting flame. You shield your cigarette from the wind when you realize it wasn’t yours that actually worked. A flame is held against the tip of your cigarette, you breathe in, igniting it and inhaling the first draft of sweet smoke.

“Oh thank yooouuuuu” you started your sentence well but screwed up at the end, sounding like a screeching car instead of a human. Unprepared to stare into the clearest and most fascinating blue eyes you have ever seen, your cigarette almost fell out of your gaping mouth. The eyes were embedded in a perfect, male face. He was tall, blonde, with a perfectly groomed goatee and creamy-white skin. His blonde hair was expertly styled and fell over one of his eyes. You noticed that the eyebrow that was not covered with a golden lock was bent into an elegant curl. His perfect mouth gave you a warm smile as he said: “You’re welcome, my lady.” He took a draw from his own cigarette. It looked like in ads. If you wouldn’t have been smoking since you were 14, that would have been the time to start.

Unable to resist you looked him up and down. Tall, slender, long legs. He was wearing a fine taylored suit, complete with a west and tie, an ensemble that accentuated his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Trying to act like a normal person you pried your gaze away and politely ignored him. Besides, it was ridiculous to drool over a guy of that calibre. While on a date with another. You tried to stay realistic, your blonde gentleman surely already had a girlfriend. Or two. Probably just as pretty.

Watching your last puff of smoke curl in the night sky, you decided to get back and give this date your sincerest efforts, like a real adult would. You turned to throw the gleaming bud in the trash.

“Whoa” the blonde model man stood far too near to you. When did he move closer? Unable to stop the momentum of your turn, you bumped into his chest.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there” you blurted out and smiled out of pure embarrassment.

“No worries” he said confidently. “OH MY GOSH YOU’RE SO CUTE” he squeaked, a total contrast to his previous demeanor, staring at your face, visibly blushing.

“Uhm, thank you…?” you said with a clear question mark at the end of your sentence.

“I hope you like the wine I picked for you, my lady” he continued like nothing happened, still smoking.

“Uhm what?” you asked.

“The red wine. Goes with the pasta. A perfect combination. From the look on your face, you enjoyed it” he explained matter of factly, looking all cool and business again. “After my shift, we can drink some more together.”

Was he hitting on you? He must have seen that you were with someone.

“I am actually on a date…” you voice trailed off.

“That’s a date? Looks like a piece of work” he says and chuckles. “I can show you a really good time. I'm Sanji, what's your name?” he said with a bow, clearly courting you now. And getting a bit creepy.

“You know, I gotta go now” you excused yourself and quickly returned inside.

“Wait till you taste my dessert!” he shouted behind you.

What a strange guy, looking like an actor while acting like a total creep. You didn’t get it, a handsome man like that wouldn’t need to be so pushy. A bit of charm and every woman in sight would eat out of his hand. You sat down at the table again, Thomas was scrolling on his phone, barely acknowledging your presence. He wasn’t much but at least you knew what kind of man he was: after a bad breakup he got a little bitter, and judgy. But other than that, he was better than most. Wasn’t that the best you could hope for? Everyone told you that your standards were too high.

Just as your thoughts took a gloomy turn, the waiter sat down a beautifully decorated plate in front of you with a crème brulée and strawberry sauce.

Thomas looked up from his phone to inform the waiter that they didn’t order that. The waiter looked uncomfortable as he answered: “A gift from the kitchen. On the house. For the lady.”

Perplexed, you twisted and turned in your chair until you caught a glimpse of the kitchen entrance, and, unsurprisingly, there stood a tall, handsome man, now with an apron over his fine suit, and winked lewdly at you.

You already drank the wine. Free dessert couldn’t hurt. Besides, shifts in the kitchen ended really late, you would be gone until he was free. You dug in. The crust on the sweet treat was crispy caramel with a vanilla cream underneath. You couldn’t help it, a pronounced “mhmm” escaped your mouth as you savoured every bite. It felt like the most comforting thing in the world, it tasted like coming home after a long day. To a real, cozy home. A feeling you were barely able to enjoy anymore, being too stressed and exhausted to even properly relax. This was your treat after a long week and you ate with your eyes closed.

“You like it?” you heard Sanji's voice in your ear, much to close. Startled, you wanted to jump up but instead just pushed the chair back, falling backwards. The chef caught you casually with one hand and sat the chair back in the floor.

“You’re so beautiful when you enjoy something” he praised you with a husky, soft voice. The dreamy expression on his face was almost too much.

“Excuse me, who are you? Can you believe this guy...?" Thomas spat the words out angrily, looking at the scene with disbelief.

"I cannot believe you can be sitting in front of the cutest Lady in the world and you stare at your phone? Your loss” you heard Sanji say in a taunting voice, suddenly sounding like a street thug.

"I want to talk to the manager" Thomas demanded, standing up.

"Let's everyone just calm down, because there is no problem and nothing" You tried to save the evening while the two men attacked each other with hostile glares. "Thank you for the dessert, it was delicious" you say to Sanji, whose eyes have turned into hearts the moment you adressed him. And turning to Thomas you say "let's just get the cheque and call it a night. It was a nice date, let's do that again some time!" You may not have sounded entirely convincing, but it was enought that both of them backed off, muttering curses.

While splitting the cheque and getting ready ti go, you heard loud noises coming from the kitchen - and lots of cursing.

Sanji

Zeff beat him up really good that night, stupid waiter snitched on him hitting on guests yet again. The restaurant couldn't take one more bad review about him.

But he just couldn't help himself. Watching her face light up as she ate his food was unresistable to him, having a quiet smoke together and watching her suck on the cigarette, blowing out the steam from her perfect lips...he couln't resist.

As Jeff kicked his ass out of the restaurant, ending Sanji's shift early, he decided to call it a day and get home. His feet hurt from standing in the kitchen all day and he was tired from the long hours he worked. Lighting a cigarette, he decided to walk the rest of the way home, he could use a little exercise.

The night air was fresh and the streets empty and quiet. He often walked home alone after work. The loneliness was both soothing after a stressful day, but it also made him painfully aware that no one was beside him, no hand he could hold, no one that would need his jacket to keep warm.

He imagined the girl from the restaurant walking beside him. She looked tired, unnerved when she came in. Nothing special. But when she got the chance to relax, her whole being seemed to change. She enjoyed life's pleasures intensely, fully. And to his eyes, she became a princess. He imagined her with him, grumpy and tired - until Sanji gave her his jacket, put his arm around her and kissed her hair. His head spun a fantasy of her beautiful smile that was just for him - causing him smile in reality. Alone. He swore that if he ever found her again, he would do anything to make her enjoy herself again.

His little fantasy improved his mood and he hummed french chansons all the way back home. His apartment building was old, but charming. It was usually pretty quiet and empty when he left around noon, and dark and deserted when he got back in the middle of the night. He hardly ever met the other inhabitants. That night, one of the flats still had some light in it. He looked up - his cigarette escaped his mouth and fell on the cobblestone of the street.

It was her, no mistake. She leaned out of a window and had one last smoke before bed, he figured. He watched, mesmerized, as her little mouth puffed out tiny clouds.

She lived just next to him, all this time. Fate has brought her to his restaurant tonight, it was meant to be! He stared a few more minutes until she was finished and retreated back inside, switching of the lights.

A tiny flame illuminated Sanji's face as he lit another cigarette. "I'll win your heart, my princess. Just you wait."

Now that you've read the whole thing, let me know in the comments if you liked this slow burn! 👇

I am planning more parts where Sanji tries to win your heart and you get to know him better as a person, there will be hot moments and endearing situations. Please let me know what you would love to read! I srly absolutely need your people's written feedback on this because it's a niche and I am no good writing into the void. Dm, comment, reblog kath cryptic tags....anything.

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 2 - Pour myself a cup of ambition

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Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (also features Thomas Dorset x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Tessa), Modern AU

Chapter Summary: Set 5 years after Chapter 1 (linked above). As your job takes you abroad for the very first time, you bump into the last person you expect on another shared journey full of revelations.

artwork credit: @colettebronte

Warnings: none really… some sexual language, swear words, bickering, and flirting.

Word Count: 2.2k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Chapter 2 of my multi-chapter modern rom-com, heavily inspired by When Harry Met Sally. Sorry that it's taken a while to get this next part written. I hope you all enjoy! <3

7 years ago (5 Years Later)

You stand just before the security gates at St Pancras International, engaging in a rare PDA moment. But you justify to yourself that this is the first time you have had to go away on business since you started your new relationship three months ago, and this one seems like great potential. Dr Tom Dorset. Friendly, sweet, handsome and, so far at least, well-adjusted and emotionally mature. Your friends agree he’s quite the catch. And he is pretty fantastic in all sorts of other ways too. You certainly have no complaints in the bedroom.

Just as he whispers how much he will miss you and kisses that spot on your neck that makes you a little weak, your moment is interrupted.

“Tom? Tom Dorset? Is that you?”

There in front of you is the man you thought you would never see again. Looking a few years older and dressed better, but there’s no doubt who it is. You’d never forget those eyes.

“Ben? Ben Bridgerton?!” Tom seems delighted, and it occurs to you that they must be old friends as Tom takes his arms from around you and shakes his hand warmly. Just fucking great.

“I thought it was you! I haven't seen you for years! Was the last time when I came to Ant’s at Trinity?! What have you been up to?”

“Medical school mostly,” Tom offers demurely, then turns to you. “Oh, sorry, Ben, this is y/n y/l/n, y/n this is Ben Bridgerton; I was his brother’s roommate at Trinity College, Oxford.”

Ben’s eyes cut to you, and you see a confused look pass over his face; like you are familiar, but he can’t place why. 

“Well, I must get this train, but it was great to see you! Email me!” Ben smiles warmly, and with one last brow knit in your direction, he takes off. 

“Thank fuck he didn’t remember me,” you exhale loudly when he is out of earshot.

“Ben?” Tom looks confused.

“Yes, We drove from St Andrews to London together five years ago, and it was the worst road trip I think I've ever had,” you bemoan. “He was dating a friend of mine, and I agreed to split the drive. Urgh, it was terrible. He’s so obnoxious.”

Tom looks over your shoulder. “Well, looks like he just got on your train, honey, so umm, good luck with that,” he chuckles, bemused as you roll your eyes.

“Just fucking great,” you sigh sarcastically and plant your head on Tom’s shoulder as he draws you into his safe, warm embrace again. 

“I love you; I will miss you,” he says softly, cupping your jaw lovingly as he gently kisses your lips.

It's only the second time he has said it, and your heart flutters as you break into a huge smile. “I love you too. I will be back before you know it,” you promise, pulling him in for a passionate kiss you hope he will remember.

As you part, he exhales raggedly. “God, now I’ll miss you even more.”

“Mmm, that’s the point,” you whisper coquettishly and run a hand down his back, inside his coat, unseen by people around you. “Text me, sexy stuff,” you request quietly, then gently bite his bottom lip.

He groans, “Good god, woman, get on that train before I drag you somewhere or buy a ticket to join you.”

___

You are still giggling and feeling so fizzy and light, like champagne is in your blood, as you skip onboard the train to Paris. Taking your seat in First Class that you’ve been assigned by work feels like such a luxury; excited to cover your first story abroad.

Your phone pings just as the train slips out of the station. Love you. Safe travels. Txx

You can’t help your little titter of happiness, and just as you go to type a reply, someone leans over from the seat diagonally behind you, across the aisle.

“I swear I recognise that giggle. The University of St Andrews?” 

It’s Ben. Of course, it is. Thanks for that fate.

“Yes,” you sigh, not turning around, annoyed he doesn't remember more detail. How could he possibly forget calling you beautiful? Your traitorous brain yells in your skull.

“Did we date?” he questions.

You can't help but almost snort at that. “Hell no!” You twist around. “You were dating my friend Gen. We drove to London together after term ended.”

“Oh, I remember now!” he smiles, “you wouldn't give me a Malteser.”

“You propositioned me!” you blurt out as you watch him pull an apple out of his bag.

“No, I didn't,” he laughs, “I just said you were beautiful,” and he takes a bite out of the fruit. “You still are, if it's any consolation,” he offers, around a mouthful.

“None whatsoever,” you fib, feeling your cheeks heat at the compliment. “And you still talk while you eat, like an animal,” you roll your eyes, barely believing how riled up you are from exchanging less than five sentences.

“Would you two like to sit together?” the man opposite you at the table offers.

“No, that's really not….” you begin.

“Yes, thanks!” Ben interrupts, and you scowl at him as he stands immediately, throwing his bag down next to you before swinging over as the man moves aside.

“So you were going to be a journalist?” he winks after he settles into the seat opposite you.

Up close now, he is still just as handsome as he was. Maybe more so, jaw more defined and smattered with stubble. The utter arsehole.

“I am a journalist. My internship at the Guardian turned into a job. I'm going to Paris to cover the climate summit,” you state proudly, squaring your shoulders a little. “You?”

“Visiting my fiancee,” he grins, and something twinges in your gut. Maybe getting tacos for lunch wasn’t a good idea.

“You are getting married? You?” you laugh in total disbelief.

And you are suddenly back in your old studio flat, hearing more about his player reputation. A few months after the drive to London, Gen came to crash on your sofa and commiserate her reentry to single life. She didn't seem that upset about the dalliance ending, to be fair, mostly about how much she’d miss the ‘fucking mind-blowing fucking’ as she had so indelicately put it. You can see the words floating like a speech bubble above her face in your mind “Y/n, I can live without the dick attitude, but damn, I don’t know that I wanna live without that dick, you know?” Then threw herself face-first into a cushion. You cut off her margaritas at that point. How much that had to do with not wanting to think about him and his member, you decided not to dwell on.

“Yes,” he cuts into your reverie. “Her name is Tessa. She's an artist too. She's Parisian.”

“Tres chic.”

“How long have you been with Dorset? Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess,” he smirks.

You fold your arms and raise an eyebrow. “This ought to be good,” you mutter as much to yourself as to him.

“Hmm, three months?” 

Dammit. How did the bastard get it spot on?

“Why?” you try to bluff, but the victorious crooked grin that unfurls over his face shows he knows he's right without you having to say it.

“Goodbye before a trip. Classic three-month behaviour,” he opines, taking another huge bite of his apple.

“Glad to see your eating habits have at least got healthier,” you state dryly, trying to change tack.

“Tessa likes to eat healthily,” he explains with an almost dreamy expression. Part of you is already impressed by this woman you have never met who has turned the human rubbish bin into a more impressive version of a man. “Has he told you he loves you?” he queries, spittling just a speck of apple onto the table.

“Why is that ANY of your business?” you frown.

“Because if he hasn't, he's a fool,” he shrugs casually as if those words aren't some of the sweetest you’ve heard.

“Luckily, he’s no fool,” you respond, confirming without actually confirming.

He nods. “Good. Dorset is a good one. Don't ‘y/n’ him away,” he jests, using air quotes.

“What the fuck does that mean?” you spit, suddenly whiplash angry when just a few moments ago you were impressed with his sweetest.

“You can't smoke in my car. Eating that will kill you,” he adopts a high-pitched voice and waggles his head as he mocks you.

“Fuck you,” you grumble.

“I would have, happily, but you said no,” he winks, and you want to punch him.

“I thought you just denied propositioning me!” 

He just shrugs and laughs loudly. You can tell everyone around you is most amused by your back and forth, so instead, you shoot him a glare and then change tack, staring out of the window as the countryside of Kent zips by. So irritated you forget to text Tom back for another five minutes.

___

“Do you know anyone in Paris?” he asks, pulling out an AirPod as you close your laptop sometime later. 

The train is somewhere under the Channel, and the darkness of the tunnel outside the window makes the train feel a touch more intimate, claustrophobic even.

“No,” you admit.

“How about Tessa and I take you out for dinner?” he proposes.

“Isn't tonight your first night together in a while?” you frown.

“Yeah… and?” he seems to be either not catching your train of thought or being intentionally obtuse, goading you into a trap to state the obvious.

“I would have thought you'd be otherwise occupied,” you arch an eyebrow pointedly.

“Oh…” he suddenly catches your drift and, rather adorably, a spot of pink dust his lovely cheekbones. OK, maybe not the latter.

“Certainly not wanting a third wheel, like me hanging around,” you point out meekly with a knowing smile.

“If that is your way of offering a threesome, I’m down,” he flirts, his voice suddenly velvet smooth, so much so the hairs on the back of your neck prickle up.

“God’s sake,” you mutter, feigning more indignation than you actually have.

“You're the one who told me about your lesbian experiences at uni!” he argues defensively.

“I was just trying to prove a point!” 

“Got to be honest, don't remember a damn thing except the visual that almost had me drive into a bus shelter,” he admits with a chuckle.

“And take out that delivery cyclist,” you remind, joining in.

There is a moment where your eyes meet in a joint nostalgia of amusement, and something feels softer between you.

“Listen, Tess’s brother is a chef at a great little bistro; we will almost certainly end up there anyway, as we usually always do. I'm sure she would be delighted for you to join us,” the sincerity of his offer touches you.

“Thanks, but I have to do some research ahead of tomorrow. I’ll probably just order room service and crash out,” you admit, knowing that is a lame response.

“Fair enough. Well, let's at least exchange numbers this time. Stay in touch? If you are at a loose end at any point, let me know, and we’ll happily give you a tour or just grab a drink?”

“Okay”, you capitulate and hand over your phone for him to punch in his number.

“Wonderful” he smiles genuinely, and his hazy eyes dance. “Are we finally becoming friends?” he teases gently as he seems to fiddle a little longer than needed to put in a few digits.

“I guess so,” you respond with a laugh.

He hands back your phone, and weirdly it's screen locked.

“Good, And as my very first act as your friend, may I make a comment you are not allowed to take offence to?” he questions, with an odd tone.

Your dander is suddenly way up. “Whatttt?” you elongate the word rife with suspicion.

He leans over the train table suddenly, and you startle as his lips are warm against the shell of your ear, your heart-rate spiking. “You have a fucking fantastic pair of tits,” he murmurs.

You splutter, shame, outrage and desire flooding your system in almost equal measure. Incapable of forming words, you sharply pull back into your seat and shoot him your most sour glare.

“Maybe don't hand your phone over when it’s open to the message thread with your boyfriend,” he chuckles.

You feel mortified, recalling the photo you'd texted Tom last night as a going-away present, and you are almost blinded as the train suddenly swoops out of the tunnel and sunlight floods into the compartment.

In fact, you are grateful that he gets a call just at that moment. It seems to last ages, and he wanders away, probably to find the buffet car, knowing him. By the time you see him making his way back through the carriage, the train is pulling into Gare Du Nord. You are on your feet and walking to the next carriage to alight. Not certain you can live down your embarrassment. 

There are a few moments as you wander around Paris over the next two days when your fingers itch to dial his number… but you never do, something always stopping you. Bizarrely, you think it might be the idea of meeting his fiancee, and you have no idea what that means, so avoidance seems like the best tactic.

After all, he’s probably moving to Paris soon, so really, what's the point?

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[Fic] Post Pandemic

So during the pandemic I wound up writing a series of Modern AU, Introvert Thomas/Extrovert Chris stories inspired by a prompt from... I wanna say it was @tuesdayisfordancing , but correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway. Thomas wound up working retail, because that's my job, and my company is international, so that was my model.

Today was....A Day. Actually, the week has kinda been A Week, but today was definitely A Day, so I once again wound up sharing my troubles with Mr Barrow. And by 'sharing', I mean 'putting him through my pain'.

-

Chris did not miss the pandemic. Alright, technically it was still going on in the way the common old pandemic was always going on, only with regular vaccines, but he could at least leave the house. He could see his friends. He could go out dancing. Most of all, there wasn’t a one hundred percent chance of Thomas coming home from work hacked off, with his social battery drained to zero.

“I swear, if the store burns down or Mr Carson goes missing, I have no idea what happened!”

Only a fifty percent chance. Apparently it was not a good day. Chris stuck his head out of the flat’s spare bedroom turned office and watched his boyfriend angrily strip off his coat and hang it up. The key to dating an introvert, especially an introvert named Thomas Barrow, was knowing what sort of damage control was needed. For instance, right now was not the time to offer cuddles. It wasn’t that the other man didn’t need them, mind, his battery was just low enough that physical contact would wipe it out. That had been utter bloody hell during lock down, when cabin fever had left Chris climbing the walls and desperate for any sort of touch. Now, fortunately, even though Chris spent the day working from home three days a week, he had no problem with giving the proper reply. “Beer’s in the fridge. I’ll be out shortly and you can bitch.”

As Thomas made his way into the kitchen, Chris entered the last bit of data in his spread sheet and shut the computer down. By the time he walked out to the main room, Thomas was curled in the corner of the sofa, open beer in his hand. There was another beer sitting on the coffee table. Chris grabbed it and dropped into the opposite corner of the sofa from Thomas, giving the other man lots of space. “So, what happened this time?”

Thomas took a swig of beer and, eyes closed, sighed. “Right. So. Apparently last night, after I left, Robert called and said he was going to stop past today and see how things were going.” He cracked one eye and looked toward Chris.

Chris winced. “Oh dear. Well, that’s never good.” Robert Crawley was the District Manager of Thomas’s store, and while he was a nice enough fellow, generally speaking, he didn’t seem to know how the stores actually worked. Worse, Mr Carson, the General Manager, idolised him. Chris personally thought that Mr Carson’s famous, low grade homophobia was a symptom of being utterly gay for Robert, but Thomas told him he was reading too much into it.

“No, it isn’t.” Thomas made a face. “Personally I’m just surprised that Jimmy and H didn’t both quit on us. Honestly. We not only had to move all of the back stock to one side of the store room and sweep the entire other side, because that was ‘tidy’…and made it so that we couldn’t get to half our stock…but we had to change the isle structure in produce, package the loose water for sale, finish the rewrapping from clothing, and the bakery needed to move the Victoria sponge to a more visible location, which required us to move actual tables. And that’s just the start.”

“Oof.” Chris was surprised Thomas hadn’t set the store on fire, honestly.

“Of course, after we managed all of that, with each person being given at least three things to do, all of which was top priority, and swept the entire store, guess who changed his mind about showing up?” Thomas took a long swig off of his beer.

Chris stared. “Robert? You’re joking.”

“No joke.” Thomas’s tone was dry enough to make the Sahara look like an ocean. “Apparently something came up. He might stop past tomorrow, though.”

“Hm…” Chris frowned and sipped at his beer. At least if it happened, or didn’t happen, again the following day he’d be forewarned, which meant he could be forearmed. Better booze, for one. That didn’t help right now, though. Thomas still clearly needed cuddles, but wow, not the time yet. “Tell you what. I was going to suggest we eat out tonight, but change of plans. Why don’t we order in? Any place you like, my treat.”

“Chinese?” Thomas asked, hopefully.

It wasn’t Chris’s favourite, he preferred solid British food, or pizza, but this wasn’t about him. It was about spoiling his boyfriend into relaxing enough for a bath, a movie, and a cuddle on the sofa, before a very relaxing night in bed to prepare him for the next day. “Sure. Although if we do that, I’m changing into my dressing gown once the food gets here.”

“Which one?” Thomas gave him a sceptical look.

Chris grinned. “The Christmas one.”

Thomas groaned. “No, please! I don’t want to think about Christmas! Can’t you at least do the Valentine’s one?”

“Only if you wear yours.”

“Deal.”

[singing-melliot-headcanons]

dumb triple crossover modern au im sending both here and the aus blog because i’m the yapperrrrrr

for ghost story:

józef and hao used to go to the same high school and had a summer job together as teenagers, and then began dating, but hao ran away from home after a bad fight with his parents and an argument with józef (he was raised in an abusive home). his parents called the police on him, and because of a mix of survival instincts, fight response and undiagnosed intermittent explosive disorder, he ends up getting into a physical fight with the cops and getting jailed. he was roughly twenty-five by this point.

while hao is away, józef marries and has joey (robin using józef and joey being father/son format; fork found in kitchen) and his wife is a stay-at-home mom. he works at some nature reserve park place he and hao used to go to while they were younger (they carved their names into a tree there) for a while, before it shut down. he then began to work at the local coffee shop that again, he and hao used to always go to (he never liked the coffee there, or the tea, it was too sweet for his liking, but hao always liked it.) hao finds him there and józef comes out to his wife as gay, she comes out as aroace, but they don’t have the profits for a divorce so they’re technically married, but józef finally works up the courage to talk to hao again, and then hao becomes step father of the year or something to joey. (he doesn’t like joey at first because he both didn’t meet him until it was christmas and he came down to celebrate and he was disrespectful to józef in his eyes.)

joey and anthony have the same lives as they do in canon, with those little tweaks. joey is an ex-hamilfan and he defended thomas jefferson miku binder when it came out. his old tumblr posts still haunt him.

(very similar premise to the soulmate au, i know)

for adamandi:

due to past controversy with the phaethon after someone who narrowly survived percely queensley’s murders spoke out, ardess stopped doing the phaethon to maintain their reputation. the entire incident was covered up.

vincent is a visual arts minor as well as a bio major (i don’t know why i included this i just think about this a lot)

portia doesn’t like vincent but she doesn’t do anything but be unsettled by him — she can’t really do anything because they’re her girlfriend’s friend and friend’s boyfriend. he always thought he was weird and ‘seemed like he would kill someone’ as well as thinking he was creepy because of his body language and such, and upon confessing these concerns to beatrix (she wanted to tell quincy, but she didn’t want to upset them), beatrix told her plainly that vincent is autistic but he probably would kill somebody. (in a half-joking manner of course.) she also thinks vincent is weird for the fact he’s a stoner, but cant say anything because beatrix is also a stoner, and she knows it’s her stereotyping him — she’s quite aware of this stuff, but sometimes she catches the undertones of what she says a bit too late. she knows her not liking him isn’t really justified, but he gives her the creeps. it makes her feel quite guilty.

portia hung around cliques (like. think of chavs, or whatever y’all have in america, but in some dreary new england college) to try and fit in, but she would by no means take part in any of the bullying and stuff. after she was outed she was kicked out of her social circle.

transfem portia, that’s all i’ll say.

they/them quincy.

ambrose and portia went to the same high school and they vaguely know each other.

for taopp:

american-ised them, oh no. /j

instead of being the king’s children, rowan and maya are instead the children of a politician. jason is a security guard instead of a knight, rowan got disowned, louis is a secretary instead of a baronet and maddox is just a regular person. they met maya via rowan.

maddox is an ex-convict. they were arrested for helping rowan with one of his “plans” to run away from his dad and shit, as rowan was a minor at the time (seventeen) and they were twenty-one.

magic still exists, YAY.

jason is a trans guy, louis is the token cis guy, rowan is agender, maya is transmasc and demibigender, and obviously maddox is nonbinary.

louis struggles with eating disorders (as a replacement for the famine in canon). with rowan this behaviour was encouraged, with jason he was helped to recover.

rowan’s mom committed suicide after finding out his dad cheated on her with maya’s mom and had been since before maya was born. rowan (rightfully) blames his dad for this.

how they all connect:

rowan and maya’s father is a senator and friends with ambrose’s father. maya tried to be respectful to ambrose before he transitioned, but they never had common interest. after he transitioned, she realised she was genderqueer herself, but she never came out. she was nicer to ambrose because of it. he never liked her. rowan never liked ambrose in general.

maddox and beatrix went to the same high school and dated for a bit. they ended on good terms and are still friends.

vincent and joey are tumblr mutuals. they end up meeting after the Group (beatrix, portia, quincy, vincent) go to watch isttvg in the cinema and he recognises joey while exiting the cinema.

portia knows maya via beatrix, she thinks that she’s nice.

portia and anthony follow each other on instagram. she wants to talk to him, but she’s not the best at talking to people online, so she just likes and comments on all his posts and hopes he gets the message “hi i think you’re cool”.

jason, louis and quincy are regulars at the coffee shop hao is also a regular at and józef works at. louis has attempted to talk to hao before, seeing him as a lonely old man, and was promptly told to fuck off. józef is the equivalent of a kind barista who always gives the regulars he knows extra stuff and talks to them a lot.

WOAHHHH. btw not my fault if i get hcs for your au

[choco-cherry-chunk]

Oh no, we’re back again. Second to last part!

Modern BBC Ghosts AU a la Cherry (i.e., with mpreg bullshit) - Part 5

Part 4

It wasn’t unusual to find a number of Button House residents in a common space, like the library or a shared sitting room. Often the likes of Julian and Robin could be found playing chess outside on nicer days, or Thomas and Kitty debating the quality of different poets as they prepared cocoa in the building’s larger, shared kitchen. However, all of them being present all at the same time during any given period of the day was a bit rarer. Especially one that was so specifically neglecting certain individuals.

Alison only called the meeting because of Thomas. She’d not even thought to do so after Julian’s comment, figuring Mike’s slip to Robin had been a mistake and, given how Robin could be, she doubted the information would spread much further. And maybe it had been foolish to think Julian had meant it when he said he was keeping the news a secret, especially when the news wasn’t strictly the truth. But within a few days of her talk with Mike, she found herself approached by Thomas Thorne. The man’s crush on her had eased back over time into something of a healthier friendship, but his capital-R Romantic side could make her uneasy at times, so she wasn’t entirely listening when he spoke. It was only when he brought up a certain poet that she forced her attention.

“What did you say?”

Thomas didn’t even seem to mind, “Ah, about Louis MacNeice? Yes, I was looking back over some of his works the other evening—”

Alison remembered the name, and she was surprised she had. Thomas had collected an entire tome’s worth of poems on the subject of pregnancy, birth, and babies as a baby shower gift for her. And as much as she had wanted to be uncomfortable with the intensity of the gift, she’d found herself crying and embracing the man, utterly melting over the effort he’d gone through for her and Mia. She’d slowly worked her way through the mass of pages and a couple of poems stood out to her, one in particular being “Prayer Before Birth” by Louis MacNeice, if only because she wondered if The Captain would like to be sent a copy of it. An unborn child seeking peace and safety during the Second World War? It was too specific—

“What do you know?” Alison asked abruptly, stepping closer to Thomas. Her eyes were steely as she cut him off mid-monologue and it took a bit of restraint for Thomas to not raise his hands protectively.

“About Louis—”

“You know what about,” Alison hissed, pausing to ensure there was no one else who could walk in. After a moment of thought, she dug out her phone and began to text, Thomas still frozen before her.

Soon enough, there was a minor gathering in the parlor of Button House. Thankfully, the centers of the matter were out for the foreseeable future – The Captain at a cake tasting for his present clients, and Havers at the museum. It gave Alison an opportunity to ease the situation she was realizing she and Mike had accidentally created.

“Alright, alright,” She started, silencing the side conversations as she examined those before her, “How did all this happen?”

“I’m pretty sure you well know, Mrs. Cooper,” Julian teased, using his thumb to point in Mike’s direction, the man rocking a barely awake Mia, “You’ve got one yourself.”

“Not that,” Alison tried not to sigh, “How did you all find out about…” She paused. She didn’t want to confirm anything, especially when she really didn’t know herself, “About this rumor.”

“Mike tol’ me.” Robin was quick to supply, gesturing to him too. Mike at least had the decency to look sheepish.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“I tol’ Julian,” Robin added. He didn’t really understand why they were having the meeting at all. Who cared who knew The Captain was having a baby? They’d only have to worry when the baby got there, and if it would be as loud as Mia was.

“Now, I did tell you, Alison, but you seem to have already known,” Julian sought to defend himself, “So it really doesn’t make much of a difference.”

Alison was not impressed. “You told Fanny.” Said woman was staring the man down with a similar expression.

“In my defense, you had almost no reaction and what’s the point in telling someone something so interesting if they’re not even going to—”

“It wasn’t your news to tell!” Fanny harrumphed, fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt.

“Oh, don’t fall off your high horse, Fanny! You’re the one who ran off to tittle-tattle to those two Bohemians!” Julian scoffed, wagging his finger where Humphrey and Thomas. The latter was very obviously affronted, whereas Humphrey had yet to even look up from the book he’d come in reading.

“I resent that! I’ll have you know, I didn’t tell anyone about The Captain’s circumstances!” Thomas called out.

That much had been true. Despite Alison’s questioning during their waiting period for the others’ arrivals, Thomas had refused to admit to any knowledge – though that only came in the form of awkwardly avoided eye contact and weird noises in his throat.

Alison’s brow furrowed. “Wait, Thomas. If you didn’t tell anyone…” She doubted very much that Humphrey would have blabbed, and Fanny seemed to have been honest in admitting how she spoke to, “How do you two know?”

The attention of the room shifted to the love seat. Mary and Annie were side-by-side, neither too keen on the sudden focus upon them. The couple weren’t much for excessive attention and mostly kept to themselves. Even when they ran their booth at the farmer’s markets or taught local weaving classes, they never much liked such things. Mary began to shift anxiously. On instinct, Annie put a hand over her’s.

“Just do.” Mary offered with a shrug, “S’ the sorta’ thing you can tell.”

“He’s been buying us out of our ginger root tea for over a month,” Annie supplied, “Used to stick to the fancy stuff his man ordered from some city shop.”

“An’ his face,” Mary added, gesturing to her own cheeks, “Flushed much of the time. Early signs of a babe.”

Alison considered arguing those examples, but who was she to talk? The reasons she’d even started all this with Mike had been just as vague. “Okay, so… no one else knows, but us?”

The group looked about the room at one another. After some vague murmuring, Humphrey started to raise a hand. “Maybe this is a stupid question, but… The Captain knows, right?”

Fanny made one of her usual noises of admonishment. “This whole meeting is about him, Humphrey!”

“Yeah, I’ve got that. But… have any of us actually been told about this by him?” Humphrey’s eyes scanned each party, all of them appearing to reflect on this question, save perhaps for Alison and Mike – both of whom looked quite guilty. “So… aside from some evidence that could add up to truly nothing at all, we’ve got no reason to believe The Captain’s pregnant.”

“The Captain’s pregnant!?”

All heads whipped around to the library’s entrance. Allison had been thorough in her texting to ensure that only those in the loop had been invited to the discussion at hand. And while the growing number of “aware” parties was ridiculous, she’d at least found comfort in the fact that certain… individuals weren’t yet in the know. She loved all members of Button House for an endless series of lovely traits, but the ability to convincingly tell a lie was not one on this person’s resume.

Pat Butcher gaped at the presence of his housemates, all settled about the library like they were having some cocktail hour without him. Not only did that hurt, but apparently they all knew something he so plainly didn’t!? Unbelievable! “When did this happen!?”

“Probably after some documentary about the British forces and too much sherry.” Julian cracked, snorting as Robin chuckled along with him.

“We don’t know that anything happened, Pat,” Mike had a feeling there was no way they were keeping this cat in the bag, so the least they could do was keep it from scratching up the furniture. Did that make sense for the metaphor? “Humphrey was just saying that maybe he isn’t.”

“Well, why would he be saying he isn’t if someone didn’t think he was?” The short man put his hands on his hips and stared down each person in turn, finally staying on Thomas. For a brief moment, Alison could understand the influence he had as an authority figure for the boys he worked with on wilderness excursions.

Thomas tried to stand strong beneath the gaze, but gave in about when everyone expected him to. “We’ve just been noticing things, is all! He’s been weird and moody and sick and Fanny was the one who told us anyway—”

“Oh, you sniveling—”

“The signs have been growing for some time,” Mary’s words seemed cryptic and knowing, though they could barely be heard between Thomas and Fanny shouting, “Surely, he must know.”

“He may just be oblivious,” Alison shrugged, “I had a bunch of symptoms before I knew I was pregnant.”

Pat yelled out a noise to silence Thomas and Fanny, the pair resolving to simply glare at one another for the moment. “So… this is all just speculation?”

“Speculation wit’ evidence.” Robin replied, brows raised. However, no one seemed so quick to align with his perception.

Pat pursed his lips. “So if you’re all just debating… why wasn’t I invited?”

Alison grimaced. “Aw, Pat, well… thing is, everyone here really found out about this idea by accident,” She paused, noting Mary and Annie subtly raising a hand, “Or already had a theory. We weren’t trying to keep you out. Just…”

“Just what?”

“You’re shit at keeping secrets, man.” Mike interjected, “Sorry. You’re the best with tons of other things, but you can’t lie. And that’s coming from me.”

There were vague noises of agreement from the group and Pat’s face began to redden. “I can keep a secret!”

“Can you?” Fanny asked, unimpressed, “What did you get Daley for his birthday?”

“Ha! Trick question – haven’t bought anything yet, ‘cause we’re going on a trip to The Cinema Museum—” The pride quickly slipped from Pat’s voice, “Oh, I see.”

“Look, it’s really fine,” Alison insisted, “It’s not even a real secret anyway. Just gossip. It’s probably not even—” She silenced herself, the sound of car tires crunching on gravel interrupting her train of thought. “Crap—”

“Is that him?” Thomas asked, jumping from his seat to get to the window. As soon as he took in the vehicle, he rushed back. “We need to hide!”

“For what?” Julian scoffed, “Just sit down and shut up. It isn’t as if he’ll ask what we’re doing. If we make it sound like it’s any fun, he’ll run off in the opposite direction.”

Thomas hissed through clenched teeth. “It’s not him, it’s Kitty!”

Instantly, the room was thrown into chaos. Everyone at Button House cared for Kitty – even Fanny, who’d seen her as little more than an ongoing annoyance for some time. But if they thought Pat couldn’t keep a secret, the man was Fort Knox compared to the likes of Katherine Higham. If she saw them sitting there all together, she would be convinced they were engaging in some kind of talk without her (which, they were, but that was neither here nor there). And if she somehow found out that there was even a hair of a possibility that The Captain – the man she arguably was closest to in the house outside of Alison – was pregnant and everyone knew but her? Everyone could easily picture the same outcome; crying, pounding on door, “How couldn’t you tell me!?”.

Everyone scrambled about. Mary and Annie slipping down into the adjacent bathroom, figuring it was an easy enough spot to hide. Thomas rushing for the stairs back up to his apartment, with Alison and Mike close at his heels. Fanny scuttling off for the kitchen, praying Kitty wouldn’t be inclined to a post-audition snack until she could slip out. Pat found himself caught in any number of directions before Julian shoved him into the foyer and encouraged him down the basement stairs. The man just slipped from sight when the front door opened and Kitty made her way inside, humming a tune to herself.

Dropping her purse to the floor, she paused at the entrance of the library. Humphrey was lounging on a sofa, reading a book with no apparent interest. Julian and Robin were poised over a chess board, looking for an opening on either side.

“Hello!” She greeted, smile widening when the men looked her way and returned her greeting.

“Aye, Kitty. How was the audition? What’s this one for?” Humphrey asked.

“It’s a dish soap commercial. They said they liked my energy and would let me know!” She beamed, clasping her hands together.

The trip made vague noises of understanding. Kitty was never great about discerning the specifics of casting calls and directorial dialogue, so her perception of how the audition went could have been anything. Robin could see Pat’s eyes briefly peek out from over the floor before he ducked down again.

“Did you all get up to anything fun?” She asked. The men all spoke at once, making vague references to relaxing and catching up on chores they’d let slide. Kitty sighed and shook her head with a clear degree of fondness.

“Honestly, I worry that you all never do anything exciting while I’m out. Coming home to something different would be so fun!”

[aetherscore]

do you think i’m handsome, taroumaru? thoma x reader

this fic can also be read on ao3, which will be where i post the chapter 2 update once i finish it! https://archiveofourown.org/works/45106024

word count: 4,544

genre: fluff, modern au, pre-relationship (thoma is pining immensely, so are you)

reader is gender neutral! no gender is specified and reader is referred to using gender neutral pronouns 

summary: You go over to Thoma's apartment to watch a movie he's been wanting to show you, but when time gets away from you and a snowstorm starts outside, what are you to do except play in the snow and stay the night? Ft Taroumaru occasionally being Thoma’s wingman and also his unwilling diary.

You treaded quietly across the floor before coming to a stop in front of a slightly open door. Before you could push the door open, the noise coming from inside stopped you.

“Do you think I’m handsome, Taroumaru? Wiggle your tail if you think I’m handsome!” A slight pause, followed by the sound of a tail hitting something soft rhythmically. The sound was dull, but still prevalent. An elated “Yeah!” was the response that followed.

Another pause, this time much longer. The sound of the tail wagging stopped, before: “Are you depressed? Wiggle your tail if you’re depressed.” The same thudding accompanied that stretch of silence, followed by a screeching “No!”

“Hey Thoma, how are you?” You began, pushing open the door to his room, where he sat on his bed in front of a very happy Taroumaru, whose tail began to wag even more at the sight of you.

“Are you happy? Wiggle your tail if you’re happy,” you questioned the dog in a baby voice as you began to pet him. Taroumaru continued to wiggle his tail, though whether it was because of your question, your attention, or the treat you were giving him from your coat pocket, who was to tell?

“Hi! I didn’t know you were here!” Thoma exclaimed, only a little bashful at being caught talking to his dog.

“Ayato let me in before I could text you,” you reached out your other hand to properly pet Taroumaru, who accepted your complete affection happily, “and clearly someone was too busy conversing with you in order to alert you of my presence.”

Thoma laughed before gesturing for you to sit down on his bed next to him. You took off your jacket, laying it down on his desk chair as you made yourself comfortable in your friend’s room, Taroumaru jumping onto the bed with you. “You’d talk to Taroumaru too if you got the chance, and I’m such a dazzling conversation partner that of course his attention was elsewhere,” Thoma joked, nudging you as you chuckled at his joke.

“I do talk to Taroumaru! I tell him that he’s handsome and wonderful and amazing and the best boy ever!” You smiled, giving Taroumaru a kiss on his head, his tail wagging nonstop. “And don’t worry, Thoma, I think you’re handsome too,” You smiled, referring to his earlier conversation with Taroumaru, petting his hair the same way you would pet the shiba inu.

Thoma grinned, laughing with you. A blush rose to his face as he pushed his head into your hand, as joking as your touch was. You locked eyes with him, his soft gaze nearly catching you off guard as you smiled back at him. You ran your fingers through his hair, which was out of its usual ponytail, falling beautifully past his shoulders.

Your hand trailed down from his hair to cup his cheek. He leaned into your hand, tilting his head as your thumb smoothed over his face as you gazed at one another. Thoma reached his hand up to caress your jaw, thumb tilting your chin up as he moved centimeters closer. Your heart sped up as you watched his gaze flicker briefly down to your lips. Your breath hitched as his gaze met yours again, and he started leaning in. Thoma opened his mouth, about to say something when a lick on your face, courtesy of one Taroumaru, snapped you out of your stupor

You pulled away, hand dropping from Thoma’s face. He did the same, his touch reluctantly leaving you but lingering all the same as you shifted your attention to Taroumaru, who was looking at you pleadingly for either more treats or more attention, but most likely both.

“Ok boy, only one more or you’ll become a glutton,” you teased, getting up to grab another dog treat out of your coat to give to the waiting dog.

You dug through the pockets of your coat while, unbeknownst to you, Thoma pouted at his dog behind you, silently gesturing as if to say: “Why would you do that?!”

With Taroumaru chewing happily on his treat, Thoma looked at you once again, though his gaze seemed much more sheepish this time. He cleared his throat once, before saying, “Anyways, I was gonna make hot cocoa to go along with the movie I wanna show you, and I also have cookies that I baked earlier today! Though, I should probably check that Ayato hasn’t eaten all of them.” He laughed.

“Let me help you!” You offered, and Thoma, knowing your persistence, agreed.

“If you could heat up two cups of milk, that’d be great. I’ll be there in a minute!” You gave him a thumbs up before exiting. With you out of his room, he flopped back onto his bed with his hands covering his face. Dragging them down the sides of his face, he let out a whispered shout of frustration, before turning his head to Taroumaru, who was licking up the crumbs of the treat he had quickly polished off. Shooting the dog a betrayed look, he softly exclaimed,

“Taroumaru! I thought you were supposed to be my wingman!”

Thoma joined you in the kitchen after a couple of minutes, a pot of milk already heating up on the stove. He took out his phone, scrolling for a brief moment before music started to come out of the speakers and he set his phone down on the counter, moving to grab the hot cocoa mix instead. Taroumaru padded in after him, always excited to see you, wanting more of your attention.

You bent down to Taroumaru’s level to pet him some more, Thoma frowning exaggeratedly at the dog from behind you, only partially sincere with his displeasure after the shiba inu had interrupted your moment. A moment that Thoma, in his daily talks with his dog, had been mentioning for months.

Looking back at Thoma, who quickly schooled his expression into a regular neutral look, you felt a little shy due to what had transpired only minutes before. You wondered, had he been moving to kiss you? Or maybe there was something on your face… You tried to rationalize it, but that didn’t change the fact that you wanted him to kiss you.

Thoma was an easy person to love, it just made sense that you would develop a crush on him. You could only hope that your feelings for him were returned.

The hot cocoa was coming to a simmer, almost ready to be poured into cups and topped with whipped cream. Thoma, who had retrieved both the whipped cream and the cookies he baked, placed them on the counter and proceeded to stand right in front of them, blocking your way with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows.

“That’s how it is,” he replied, matter of factually, an amused look on his face. You moved to reach behind him, but he batted your arm out of the way. Your following attempts were thwarted in the same manner.

Thoma rested his elbows on the counter, thinking you’d finally given up – but seeing that his waist was now unprotected, you made a split second decision. Moving to his side, you slowly dragged one of your hands across his waist, feeling him tense up through his black t-shirt and using the momentary distraction to reach behind him with your other hand and grab a cookie. You quickly shoved the cookie into your mouth and moved away from him, feeling like the cat who got the cream while Thoma opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, looking like a fish out of water with a flush high on his cheeks.

A belated strangled “Oh!” was all that escaped his mouth as he watched you happily eat the cookie.

Choosing to not point out his flustered expression – maybe the movement made him exert himself? – you asked, “These cookies are really good, did you use a new recipe or something?”

“Not exactly a new recipe, but I did add some spices to them this time for some more flavor,” he responded, moving away from the counter and grabbing the whipped cream to prepare your mugs of hot cocoa. He willed his blush away, despite knowing you’ve definitely seen it already.

He had wanted to fluster you somehow, maybe pull you against him while you reached behind him – he even dared to think about asking you to kiss him in trade for a cookie! But you managed to catch him off guard with your touch and make his heart beat even faster. He began to pour the cups of hot cocoa and topped them with whipped cream, handing you a mug and the plate of cookies as you made your way back to his room.

His tv was already set up with the newest movie that Thoma wanted to introduce to you, and Taroumaru trotted in after you. Before you could sit down on his bed, Taroumaru jumped up and took up almost half of it while wagging his tail and looking incredibly self satisfied. Thoma shot a grateful look towards his dog, sitting at the side of the bed and gesturing for you to sit between the two of them. Maybe Taroumaru is my wingman after all…

Thoma could feel the warmth of your body pressed against his as the two of you cuddled up next to each other and he hit play on the movie.

Maybe it was because he had already seen the movie, maybe it was because he was sitting next to you, pressed side by side, mugs of hot cocoa already finished and left on his nightstand, but Thoma found his attention drifting to you much more than the screen. Thoma decided to gather up his courage to fake a big yawn before draping his arm around you. It was excessive, he knew, since you two were already rather physically affectionate as friends, but after the almost-kiss from earlier and you flustering him, he felt as though he needed to play it cool.

But he had long since accepted that he would never be able to play it cool when it comes to you.

A few minutes went by with his arm around you and his heart beating out of his chest, and Taroumaru chose that moment to stretch up, nudging you even closer to Thoma. You laughed, softly exhaling through your nose before moving closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder. It’s safe to say that after that, Thoma’s attention was far from the movie, and also far from his very smug dog.

The movie ended, and the two of you stayed in the same position, pressed against each other while you talked about the movie and everything else under the sun until you needed to get up to use the bathroom. The moment you exited the room, Thoma turned to Taroumaru happily, congratulating the shiba inu. “Good boy! You’re such a good boy! You’ve definitely made up for earlier!”

Taroumaru wagged his tail, licking Thoma’s face as the man pet him generously. “Oh my gosh, I wanna kiss them so bad. I know I’ve said that a million times before but I really do! I felt like my heart was going to combust when they cuddled up to me like that, you’ve gotta wingman me more!”

Taroumaru, like the good boy he is, barked in affirmation. “Do you think I should give them one of my sweatshirts? It’s getting kinda cold outside so maybe they’re cold inside. And they’d be so cute in my sweatshirt… Oh my god, it’s cold outside.” Thoma gasped in realization, looking out of his window to see a flurry of snow in the darkness, since it was well into the night.

Thoma’s attention suddenly shifted from the weather to his phone chiming with a new message from Ayato.

Ayato

did u know the walls are thin

Thoma

u’ve made me very well aware of that

why?

Ayato

i can hear u talking to taroumaru abt ur crush

who is in the other room

Thoma

oh no

Ayato

i hope they hear

Thoma

respectfully i hope u fail ur paper

Ayato

and to think i was going to tell u that y/n should stay over

Thoma

on second thought i love you

Ayato

i know ♥️

also it’s literally snowing

just in case you haven’t looked out the window

since you’ve been looking at them instead ;)

and if ur gonna do anything nasty lmk and i’ll go to itto’s

Thoma

WE���VE NEVER EVEN KISSED SHUT UP

Ayato

yeah ik, get a move on loverboy!!!!

and then u can tell ur bestie taroumaru all abt it

Thoma

are u jealous i tell taroumaru abt my crush and not u :(

Thoma looked at his phone, expecting to see three dots indicating that Ayato was typing, but all he saw was the read receipt staring back at him. He laughed to himself before hearing, “You already tell me too much!” shouted at him from the other room, making him burst out into full blown laughter.

“Tell him too much about what ?” You questioned, walking back into Thoma’s room. Thoma froze up as Ayato began laughing, walking in behind you.

“What he means, my dear, is-” was all Ayato was able to say before Thoma jumped up from his bed, lightly pushed his roommate two steps out of the doorway, and shut his door behind you.

“Ah, uh, um, he meant I tell him too much about those baking shows that I always watch,” Thoma stuttered, leaning forward with one arm resting on his door behind you, unintentionally pinning you.

“The ones you talk to Taroumaru about?” You jested, resting your back against the door and looking up at Thoma.

“That’s not the only thing he talks to Taroumaru about!” Ayato exclaimed, voice slightly muffled from behind the door as he laughed and walked away. You chuckled in response, seeing Thoma’s eyes widen as he blushed, looking down only to meet your eyes and then frantically look back up at the door. He moved away from you, stepping back into his room with you as you solemnly looked at your coat that was resting on his desk chair.

“I should probably get going,” you started, “since it’s so cold I don’t wanna wait until it’s even colder.” You shivered, thinking about the frigid winter air outside. Knowing that even with the time not being so late into the evening, it would still be dark and cold outside was not a happy thought.

“Actually,” Thoma stopped, “if you wanted, you could… stay the night? Only if you want to, of course! If you don’t want to, I’d like to walk you back to your apartment though, just ‘cause it’s so cold and I’d wanna make sure you get home safe. But it’s literally snowing, so I don’t really want you walking home in this weather.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at you sheepishly to gauge your reaction.

“It’s snowing?” You questioned, wondering when the snow must’ve started.

“Yeah, I only noticed a minute ago, it must’ve started while we were watching the movie, which has a sequel, by the way, if you wanna watch that.”

You moved over to the window, brushing open the curtains to see a flurry of snow, only illuminated by the light coming through other apartment windows and porch lights. You marveled at it, pressing your face closer to the window.

“Yeah, I’d love to stay over, if it’s no trouble. I don’t wanna put you out or anything. On an unrelated note,” you turned to look at Thoma, “do you wanna go play in the snow?”

After putting on your coat again, and Thoma giving you a pair of gloves to make sure your hands stayed warm, the two of you, Taroumaru, and Ayato, who you managed to drag out, made your way outside. Thoma was being half-dragged by the enthusiastic Shiba while you and Ayato walked at a more leisurely pace.

Taroumaru was ecstatic to be in the snow, jumping into the accumulated snowfall the second he got the chance, the three of you laughing at his behavior. Thoma and Ayato looked visibly flushed from the cold- the both of them wearing their own winter coats, scarves, gloves, and hats, though Thoma was wearing fingerless gloves, his usual poor choice for the weather.

“How are you gonna lecture both of us about keeping warm in the winter when not even all your fingers are covered?” Ayato laughed at Thoma, who grabbed a handful of snow and threw it towards Ayato in retaliation.

Ayato laughed even harder when the flurry of snowflakes didn’t go far, dissolving into a powdery mist. You laughed with him, throwing your head back until a face full of snowflakes made you stop in your tracks. You sputtered, wiping the snow off of your face and blinked your eyes open to see Thoma’s smirking face looking back at you, much closer than it was before.

You bent down to scoop up some snow, keeping direct eye contact with Thoma, before turning and throwing the snow right at Ayato instead. This time, he was successfully hit with the powdery mix right in his face, stopping his laughter dead in his tracks.

“Oh, you’re on,” he challenged. The three of you began running after each other in the snow with Taroumaru nipping at your heels and biting the snow out of the air. Laughter surrounded the four of you as you enjoyed the nighttime snow.

Before long, all of you were freezing cold, and made the unanimous decision to head back inside to Thoma and Ayato’s apartment to warm up. Ayato immediately headed back into his bedroom in order to change into drier clothes, you and Thoma heading into his bedroom to do the same.

Thoma browsed through his closet, carefully looking for clothes that he could lend to you, and unintentionally thinking about which clothing items of his he wanted to see you in the most. His heart pounded as he thought about you in his clothes, smelling like his cologne, his body wash, his laundry detergent. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, opting to grab some sweatpants, socks, a shirt, and a hoodie, handing you the pile of clothes along with a neatly folded towel from the linen closet.

He ushered you into the bathroom, telling you that a good shower would help you warm up from the cold and ignored your protests that he should shower first since he was out in the cold, too.

After changing into some pajamas since it was already late in the evening, Thoma decided to make miso soup for the three of you to share in order to get his mind off of you. You, who was about to change into his clothes, about to stay the night in his space, in his bed. Granted, he would probably take the couch – he refused to let you, a guest, sleep on the couch for the night.

Taroumaru was all too happy to join Thoma in the kitchen as he began preparing the ingredients for the soup. After sliding Taroumaru a treat or two, letting himself be immersed in the music he played and the rhythmic chopping of ingredients, he heard footsteps coming in his direction.

Thoma looked up, expecting to see Ayato, but instead his breath was taken away by you approaching him. You looked so good in his clothes, even better than he had imagined (and he had imagined it. a lot.) The way his hoodie draped over your form made his heart skip several beats, and he knew that he just needed to hold you like this, he needed you in his arms in any way he could get.

“Are you making miso soup?” You asked, surveying the ingredients scattered across the counter, unknowing of his inner panic. Thoma nodded, quickly putting all of the necessary ingredients into a pot on the stove and turning the burner on before turning to look at you once again. His eyes raked slowly over your body, drinking in every bit of you: his sweatpants clearly a little too long on your legs, his sweatshirt at your thighs, the sleeves continuing near your fingertips.

Oh Taroumaru, I think I’m going to have a heart attack, he mentally communicated to the dog, who seemed to enjoy you smelling like his owner. You smiled expectantly at Thoma, due to him staring at you in silence, and his eyes met yours.

“Can I hug you?” He choked out, immediately stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you once you nodded your head in affirmation.

Your hands automatically wrapped around his back as he held you tightly against himself, inhaling your scent mixed with his. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, savoring the moment, wishing he could hold you forever.

The two of you stood there so long that you could feel yourself beginning to doze off in his arms, fighting to stay awake. His warmth endlessly seeped into your body, warming you up better than a hot shower ever could. The smell of miso soup wrapped around you, and you caught yourself feeling jealous of Taroumaru, who was sleeping comfortably in his fluffy dog bed next to the stove.

You only pulled away when you could hear the soup aggressively boiling, but as he stood at the stove, you made the impulsive decision to hug him from behind. You sighed contentedly, resting your head on him with your hands around his waist.

His face bloomed with a fierce blush, and he was glad that you were behind him so that you couldn’t witness it. His heart felt as though it was about to beat right out of his chest. Thoma stirred the soup once more after adding the remaining ingredients and turned the heat down to a low simmer. Instead of moving, he chose to remain right where he was, and leaned back into your embrace while resting his hands on top of yours.

The both of you were so caught up in the moment, and you nearly caught up in sleep, that neither of you heard the quiet sound of a phone camera and footsteps approaching. Ayato, freshly showered and donning a green face mask and a fluffy robe, made his presence known with a knowing look and saying, “Aw, how domestic. I guess the miso soup really is made with love.”

You opened your eyes and smiled at him, commenting, “Nice face mask,” while Thoma’s face got even redder, feeling slightly embarrassed but enjoying your affection far too much to even think about pulling away.

Thoma cleared his throat before saying, “Miso soup is done.” Mourning the loss when you pulled away to grab some bowls, a pout on his face, much to Ayato’s amusement.

Taroumaru was roused from his sleep by the sound of dishes clinking together, and while he was sad that he wasn’t getting any soup, his troubles were easily assuaged with a few sweet potato dog treats. The three of you quickly polished off the delicious miso soup before Ayato said he was turning in for the night. You ended up doing the dishes, much to Thoma’s protest, stating that it was the least you could do since you were spending the night.

After cleaning up the kitchen, the two of you and Taroumaru retreated to Thoma’s room. Looking out the window, you could tell that the snow had settled down comparably to earlier.

“So, are you still down to watch the sequel of the movie from earlier?” Thoma asked as the two of you made yourselves comfortable in his bed.

“Honestly,” you yawned, “I’m down, but I’m not totally sure that I can stay awake through it. And I’d like to be awake to watch it.” You pouted at him when he chuckled at your sleepy behavior.

“Let’s watch something else, then. What about Howl’s Moving Castle? Then you won’t feel bad if you fall asleep,” he laughed, seeing your enthusiastic agreement. The two of you laid down side by side after Thoma hit play on the movie. The score and familiarity of the movie made it all too easy for you to rest your head against Thoma’s arm and slowly close your eyes, the comfort lulling you to sleep no matter how hard you tried to stay awake.

Thoma smiled fondly down at you, seeing as how you barely made it through half of the movie before falling asleep completely. He wanted to get the both of you under his covers and hold you throughout the night, but he didn’t want to risk pushing your boundaries. He turned the TV off, slowly moving away from you so that he could sleep on the couch instead, when you awoke. Still in a sleep-riddled daze, you softly questioned, “Thoma? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to go sleep on the couch, you can take my bed,” he softly replied, heart skipping a beat at how you said his name.

You blinked your eyes awake, much more conscious than before as you pushed yourself up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. You take your bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“No way.” Thoma was already moving to grab a blanket. “I’ll take the couch, you take the bed,” he insisted.

“Nope,” you yawned, grabbing his wrist before he could move more. You blinked again, realizing that Thoma would keep insisting, when an idea popped into your head. “Either I take the couch or we both sleep here.”

Thoma stopped in his tracks. He had been wishing you would suggest that, but never imagined you actually would. His jaw dropped, his grip on the blanket loosening as you took the chance to take it out of his hand and make your own way to the couch, but before you could properly get up from his bed, he pushed you back down.

“You sure? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything…” Thoma babbled, while inside he was nervous yet elated at the prospect of sleeping next to you.

“Thoma, I was asleep next to you 5 minutes ago. I’m cool with sharing a bed if you are.”

“Cool? I’m so cool, let me just-” he stumbled, tucking both you and himself under all of the covers on his bed and turning off the lamp that was keeping his room dimly lit, leaving you both in darkness.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Having you next to him made him excitable and sleepy all at once. “Can I-” He started, unsure how to proceed with one of the many questions he’s been dying to ask you. “Can I wrap my arms around you?”

“Of course,” came your simple reply. He gently circled his arms around you, pulling your head towards his chest, and praying you couldn’t hear or feel his heartbeat, how terribly you were affecting him.

“Goodnight, Thoma,” you whispered, already drifting back to sleep, encased in his warmth.

After a few minutes, Thoma replied even quieter, “Goodnight, my love,” placing a barely-there kiss on your head, before smiling and falling asleep himself.

I hope you enjoyed reading! Please make sure to check out my ao3 where I'll be posting more Thoma x reader in the future bc it has become a coping mechanism :)

[serenity-ren-bliss]

I've found my ambition again

VALENTINES INSTALLMENT #1

Prompt(s)/Premise: Kazuha + prompt 6: Reunited + Quote 6: "It's so nice to see your face"

Notes: WOOO! The first fic for this event is finally out!! Have I written a modern Au of this? Yes. Am I possibly tiring out this premise? Possibly. Do I care!? Hell nah.

TW: fem!reader, Not beta read

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Kazuha stared off at the sea, lost in thought. "Kazuha!" The familiar, booming voice, sounded behind him, causing him to jump and almost fall of the bow of the Alcor.

He turned to face her. "Captain Beidou." She crossed her arms. "This is the third time today I had to scream in your ear to get your attention. What's up?"

Kazuha sighed. "My apologies, Beidou, I'm just... thinking." She smiled at him, concerned. "Well, whatever it is, you know you can talk about anything with me, right?" He nodded. "Thank you, Beidou"

She pat his back. "Well, Wei Yin needs you on deck for something." Kazuha nodded. "I'll be right there." She smiled and walked off. Kazuha took one last look at the horizon.

Later that night, the members of the Crux rejoiced. They broke out their bottles and Beidou made a toast. "Have some fun and get some rest tonight, my friends, cause tomorrow we'll be in Inazuma for the first time since the abolishment of the Sukoku decree!" Everyone cheered.

No one could deny that coming back to Inazuma after the decree was amazing. Basically any member of the crew would agree that the decree made Inazuma one of the worst nations to visit. Kazuha, tho, was extra excited. This was his hometown, and he was so happy to see everything in its full, reestablished, glory.

He drank a full bottle of sake that night, and he might've had more had Beidou not kept her eye on him. "You had enough, Kazuha, go to bed." He agreed without arguing.

The next morning, Kazuha was more giddy anyone on the Crux would ever see him, practically jumping in his seat as the Alcor pulled into the docs in Inazuma. He ran over to the rail.

"You looking for something?" Beidou asked it as a joke. She didn't expect Kazuha's face to light up at the sight of something, and he ran off the ship.

"Kazuhaa!!!!" An unfamiliar voice boomed through the air and the members of the Crux watched in awe as Kazuha, who had never once mentioned anyone from his life outside of his late best friend, ran up to a girl they had never met.

She was running towards him as well, and they met in the middle, with him picking her up and twirling her. "Kazuha!!!" He put her down so she could look up at him, cupping his face.

"It's so nice to see your face again, my love." He gave her a passionate kiss. She returned it, and when he pulled away, she gave him a small giggle. "I missed you so much. All that time in hiding was misery!"

She's been hiding away since the vision hunt decree was announced less than two weeks after her vision manifested. Kazuha used to come visit her often, however after joining the Crux fleet he never got the chance and was only able to slip letters for Thoma to give to her, which they are both endlessly thankful for, but seeing each other's face again is the best thing to happen to both of you.

"I have so much I need to show you tell you, do with you!" Kazuha giggled fondly in response. "That sounds amazing, my dear, but first, I need to introduce you to someone." She nods, practically bouncing in place as Kazuha beckoned Beidou over.

"You never told me you had a partner, Kazuha." She came up behind him. "I'm Beidou, captain of the Crux fleet." The girl shook her hand. "Y/n L/n. It's nice to meet you, Captain Beidou."

"You too. Glad to know Kazuha here hasn't been staring off into space these past few weeks for nothing." "Really!?" Kazuha blushed a little. "Aww, Kazu! You've been thinking of me!!" He chuckled. "Of course, my love. There's not a moment I'm not."

[keru0]

Stolen Snacks

Hopefully you guys like the first fic I’ve written in months! Its a Modern!AU where Itto is a school teacher and Gorou likes playing D&D with his friends.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships/Pairings: Lee!Gorou, Ler!Itto (romantic)

Contains: Talks of eating behavior, SFW, Fluff

Word Count: 2075

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Gorou was hungry.

Very hungry. 

He has spent almost the entire day with Kokomi, helping her design her new D&D campaign that she was making for their friend group of the Kamisatos, Thoma, Kujou Sara, and Yoimiya. However, in helping her make the campaign…he may have forgotten to eat, which he realized by a pointed grumble of his stomach as soon as he opened the door to his apartment, shared with his boyfriend, Itto.

Grumble

“Oh…” Gorou said aloud at the realization of his self-neglect. With it only being around 3 in the afternoon, he didn't want to eat a whole meal, knowing that he and Itto would enjoy dinner together later. Toeing off his shoes and putting his jacket on the coat rack, he walked to the kitchen and, opening every cabinet imaginable and finding nothing, he thought to himself, ‘There has to be something…’ 

Gorou always tried to make it a habit to have something available to eat in the apartment, but sometimes both he and Itto just got too busy, and their grocery shopping, or lack-thereof, caught up with them. 

His stomach growled again when, from the corner of his eye, he spotted Itto’s snack cakes, sitting on top of the refrigerator.

Walking towards the box of sweet treats, Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears flicked happily until they both stopped as soon as he looked inside the box, seeing that there was only one left. “...I’m sure he wouldn't mind…right?” He thought out loud. “Nah, he would let me have it…”

And with that thought, Gorou reached into the box, grabbed the plastic-wrapped package of cakes, threw out the box in the recycling, not the trash, and walked over to the couch to unwrap and enjoy his first meal food of the day.

*   *   *

At 3:30 p.m., Itto came walking through the door, carefully hanging his jacket on the coat rack and slipping out of his dress shoes, he walked over to the couch where Gorou sat. Seeing his boyfriend, Gorou’s tail started immediately wagging, and he asked, “How was work, Itto?” his head tilting to the side with a smile on his face.

“Ah, it was fine. We had a field trip to the local Inazuman museum and I had to try and keep all of the kids together.” With a frown, he softly whispered, “I almost lost one of them…” Itto was a teacher. He decided, ‘Well, I love being around kids so much and making them happy, that’s gotta be the job for me!’ not realizing that having a classroom of upwards of 30 kids is like trying to tame 30 cats. They do what they want and only listen when they know you’re watching.

Hearing about his missing-child scare, Gorou could only laugh in response, thinking about how funny it would have been watching his precious boyfriend scramble around a museum to try and find a 10 year old. 

“Pfft…hahahaha!”

“W-what?! It wasnt funny, Gorou! A kid could have gone missing!”

“Hehehe..r-right…” Gorou tried to hold in his laughter. “Ahand where were they…?”

Itto pouted and looked away. “In the group…I miss-counted…”

At that, Gorou just couldn't hold in his laughter. “Ahahaha! Y-you cohouldn’t count 30 kids! How did you even gehet your degrehehe~!” Gorou teased, now doubling over on the couch in laughter.

Itto pouted and blushed in embarrassment at the comment. “W-whatever! They were all moving around! I’d like to see you try and count 30 moving objects!”

With his laughing fit settling down, Gorou decided that maybe he should apologize just a little. “I’m sorry, babe, I know you can count, I’m just teasing~”

With his blush going away, Itto turned around and headed for the kitchen, wanting to get a snack before their dinner date in a few hours. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I need a snack. I managed to make a reservation as Uyuu restaurant by the way~ I know you love their cak-” 

Itto cut his words short at the discovery of his missing snack cakes. ‘I left them here…’ he thought, looking on top of the fridge. “Gorou…did you eat my last snack cake?” He yelled to Gorou in the living room.

Hearing his words, Gorou’s hairs stood up and he froze in place. Not wanting to get caught, he replied, shouting to his boyfriend. “N-no…you must have eaten it!” Right after he said this, a glimmer caught his eye on the coffee table. ‘The wrapper!’ he thought to himself. Gorou went to quickly swipe the wrapper away so that Itto wouldn’t notice, but his luck was caught short, as Itto walked in as soon as he grabbed it. 

Looking up at his boyfriend, he shyly smiled. “Ehe…h-hi Itto…”

“Hi pup…” Itto replied, smirking to himself. “Watchu got there~?”

“N-nothing…” Gorou replied, a nervous smile still on his face. “Did you decide to hold out until dinner…?” He asked, noting that no snacks had made their way into his boyfriend's clutches.

“Yeah, I can eat more at the restaurant…wanna open your hand, puppy~?” Itto questioned, walking closer to where Gorou sat, cornering him on the sofa.

“N-not really…” Gorou replied, his smile straining as Itto cornered him.

“Well I wanna see!” Itto said as he lunged for Gorou. Gorou squeaked has he rolled onto his stomach, hiding his hand beneath him.

“Oh I don’t think so, puppy~” Itto teased as he straddled Gorou’s hips as ehe hid his hands from him. “Show me!”

“N-noho!” Gorou squeaked, giddiness overtaking him.

“Oh~?” Itto smirked, leaning over his boyfriend to whisper into his ear. “Well I think I can make you show me, pup~” He teased has he softly blew against his dog-boyfriend’s ear while also sliding one of his nails up his side. 

Gorou’s eyes widened before they quickly closed shut as he squeaked and squirmed at the ticklish feelings, a smile growing on his face. “N-nohoho!”

“Yehehes~!” Itto teased, giggling softly as he traced Gorou’s soft sides with his fingernails, slowly dragging them over his shirt up to his ribs and back down. “Come on, pup~ All you gotta do is show me what's in those paws of yours~!” He punctuated his statement with a soft nibble to Gorou’s ear, his ear trying to twitch away.

“Nohohoho! Nohohohot the ehehears! Ihihihitto!” His giggling quickly became laughter as Itto added in “nom-nom” sound effects to his nibbling. He would never admit it, but his tail was also wagging back and forth at the speed of light.

“Ohohohokay! Ohohohokay I’ll show yohohou! Stahahahap!”

Itto quickly stopped his ticklish attack on his boyfriend and leaned back, letting Gorou roll over onto his back as he shamefully looked away and slowly opened his hand. There, staring back at Itto, is what remained of his last snack cake. “Hah! You did eat it!”

“Y-yes, but- W-wait! Nohoho!” Gorou tried to explain himself but was cut short when Itto quickly resumed his tickling.

“I think you deserved to be punished for that, pup. Don’t ya think~?” Itto teased as he quickly began scribbling over Gorou’s tummy with all 10 of his nails. “Tickle tickle tickle~ Who’s a ticklish pup~”

“Ihihitto! C’mohohohon! Knohohock it ohohoff!” Gorou’s laughter doubled as Itto’s sharpened nails found their way under his shirt and to his soft belly, where they quickly discovered his navel, his pointer finger quickly dipping into it and scribbling around the soft skin.

“NOHoHOhO! IHiHIhItTO! LeHEhEhET eE EXpLAHaHahAIn!” Gorou laughed, his face scrunched up as tears of mirth threatened to fall.

Itto smirked and slowed his nails down to a slow and light scratching as he waited for his boyfriend’s explanation. “Okay, go on.”

“Ihi hadn’t eheaten all dahahy, soho when I gohot back thahats the fihihirst thing I fohound and I ahate it! Ihi didn’t thihink you’d be upsehet!”

Itto frowned as his tickling came to a halt. “What? You think I’m mad? I was just teasing you pup.” He scrithced his nails along Gorou’s soft sides, eliciting soft giggles. “But I can ignore that part for now. You hadn’t eaten all day?! Gorou it was 3 p.m. when you texted me that you were home!”

“I’m sorry! Time had just gotten away from me! I was so focused on helping Kokomi with her new campaign that the time just flew by…” 

“Gorou, you know as well as I do that Kokomi neglects her own health too, and that Sara has to basically spoon feed her so she doesn’t starve.” Itto frowned at Gorou, whose ears were folded back in shame. Noticing, Itto quickly went to comfort him. “Hey, its alright. But you need to start taking better care of yourself, baby.” Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, a smirk growing on his face. “Actually, I think I need to teach you to take better care of yourself~” He said as he slid his hands higher into Gorou’s shirt and started poking at his ribs.

“N-noho! Nohohot agahahain!” Gorou laughed, his head thrown back as he laughed freely.

“Mhm. I need to teach you a very important lesson in self-care.” Itto smiled, as he dragged his nails over his boyfriend’s ribs, fluttered them down his sides, and scribbled over his tummy.

“NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHTTO! STAHAHAHAP YOHOU STUPID OHOHONI!” Gorou laughed as his hands locked around Itto’s arms, not doing anything to stop him as his tail happily wagged back and forth between his legs, brushing up against Itto’s back.

“Nah, I don’t think I will~” Itto teased when he suddenly felt the feeling of a tail brushing against his back. “Ohoho? You enjoying thihis, pup~? Thahat kinda tickles, buhut not as much ahas this~” Itto quickly raised Gorou’s shirt with one hand as he leaned down and began nibbling against the soft skin of his boyfriend’s tummy and sides, making sure to add in those “nom-nom” sound effects for extra effect. “Nom nom nom nom. Your laugh is so cute, Gorou~” He teased.

“NAHAHAHA CMOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOT THAHAHAT! BAHAHABE!” Gorou shreiked as his boyfriend nibbled his sensitive middle, the maddening sensations causing him to go ballistic. His reactions were made worse, however, when Itto decided to release some powerful raspberries on his belly.

Gorou bucked his hips as the burst of air passed through Itto’s lips and onto his stomach, the man yelling out in surprise. “NAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH IHIHIHI- STAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOHO!” Gorou’s eyes pressed closed as ticklish tears started to travel down his cheeks.

“Just one more thing, puppy~” Itto smiled as he grabbed Gorou’s hips and started massaging his thumbs into the sensitive skin as he positioned his mouth right over his belly button and let loose, blowing raspberry after raspberry onto the ticklish spot. Gorou’s laughter turned silent as more tears streamed down his cheeks and his tail swished back and forth quickly, his hips bucking as the maddeningly ticklish sensations overtook his brain. For Gorou, it seemed like an eternity, but Itto really only did it for a few seconds, and as soon as it started, it stopped. Gorou was left a panting mess, a bright red blush covering his face as he brought his arms up to wipe his tears, cover his face, and groan.

“Sorry…” Itto said. “I didn’t do too much, did I?” HE smiled nervously has he laid down on top of Gorou and carded his fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his ears.

Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears twitched as Itto’s nails gently scratched his ears and scalp, left-over giggles falling out as he spoke. “N-nohoho. Ihihim fihine.” He said, circling his arms around his boyfriend in a hug so they could cuddle.

Itto happily kissed his cheek. “Good. But we really need to talk about you not eating, Gorou. I don’t want you to stop looking after yourself, baby.” He said, worried.

“I-I know… I’ll try to not let it happen as often. I’m sorry.” Gorou closed his eyes, relaxing into his boyfriend’s touches.

“Good. It’s fine, Gorou. You can eat all of the strawberry cake you want when we go to Uyuu Restaurant.” Itto closed his eyes and rested his head on Gorou’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

“Thanks, Itto.”

“Of course, pup.”

“...”

“...”

“...Itto you’re really heavy. Can we switch?”

“But I’m comfy.”

”Fine.”

With contented sighs, the two fell asleep, waking up a few hours later and just narrowly avoiding missing their planned dinner-date.

ADKGFADJADSKFJ this took me 2 hours to plan and write but I LOVE IT! I think it turned out great! Let me know what yall think!