A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fresh-thomato!!!! I couldn't refuse such a request from my biggest supporter, huehuehue. You are one of the best people I met in this site and I really hope you like this!
It's already june 15th in Brazil, so I don't want to waste a single second before giving you your gift hehehe
Happy birthday, my dear, hope you have lots of good moments and may all yours dreams come true!
Summary: Gepard needs to catch some sly mercenary, but things go completely out of hand.
Word count: 1865 words
Gepard massaged the side of his head with two fingers while he listened to his soldiers’ report about their current mission. He needed to remain calm, focused and, above all that, come up with a proper plan to catch that damned mercenary that has been causing all kinds of trouble to the silvermane guards lately.
“That’s all, sir,” the soldier said out loud before taking a step back to align with the rest of the group’s formation. Gepard nodded, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he took a deep breath.
“Based on the reports, we know the target is somewhere inside the Administrative District. We need to act fast to cover the largest area as fast as possible,” the captain started, looking to his men as he continued to explain the plan he had just come up with, “splitting up seems like the best course of action under these conditions. Let’s divide our group into pairs and start searching.”
“B-but captain, sir,” one of his soldiers interrupted, “we are in 7, someone will end up alone.”
“And that will be me,” Gepard said, with a serious look on his face, “I’m more than enough to deal with some mercenary, so don’t worry about me.”
The rest of his men nodded, paying attention to their captain’s commands as he designated each pair to a different region while taking a different part of the city for himself. With the unit dispatched, Gepard started his patrolling.
Sampo Koski could play the fool as much as he wanted, but Gepard knew what the mercenary was capable of. After all, he wouldn’t have made this far if he didn’t. Truth to be told, the captain couldn’t help but to recognize how… good he was at this.
Crossing both the upper and the underworld, going through all kinds of security measures for his services… Sampo was a real headache. And that was exactly why Gepard felt like he should take the matter into his own hands.
Inspecting one alley after the other, the silvermane guard kept walking towards the edges of the city, already starting to wonder if his men had any more luck than him in finding the criminal.
Empty… empty… empty… where was he? This whole search was starting to feel more and more like a total waste of time. Were the reports wrong all this time?
But just when Gepard was about to turn around and walk back to the center of the district, a feeling of being watched made the captain stop. As he checked the end of the alley, he could spot someone - with blue-ish hair - peeking their head to look at him.
And just as they were caught, the figure hid itself. Gepard gritted his teeth, clenching his hand into a tight fist as he started running. “Hey, you! Stop right there!” He shouted, getting to that alley as fast as he could.
As he turned around the corner, however, the captain was met with a dead end. An empty dead end, to be more precise.
“What..?” He muttered, walking inside it as he looked around, searching for any clue of where that figure might have gone. They couldn’t have simply vanished out of thin air, could they? He placed his hand on the nearby wall, dragging it along as he walked, trying to find any secret device.
“Looking for someone, captain?” Sampo muttered close to the bottom of Gepard’s ear, his warm breath sending shivers down his neck. The captain widened his eyes, completely caught off guard.
With a swift move, Gepard turned around, trying to slam his clenched hand against the mercenary’s head. Yet, thanks to his previous unawareness of Sampo’s presence, the other man could avoid the strike with ease, quickly pinning Gepard’s hand against the wall where it landed.
“You!” Gepard groaned, about to move his other hand, but freezing in the middle of his action as Sampo thrusted his blade just inches away from his head, probably as a threat, the captain supposed.
“Oh, were you looking for me?” The mercenary grinned gently, standing in front of Gepard while keeping his hand pinned. “I’m flattered, captain, you know how much I love the attention.”
A faint blush spread across the blonde’s face at the comment. It would probably have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t for how close Sampo’s face was to his. “Unhand me this instant, Sampo Koski,” the blonde roared, gritting his teeth as he tried to intimidate the other and free his hand from his grip.
“Easy there,” Sampo insisted, chuckling nervously as he looked over his shoulder, “I just need you to wait… a few minutes before my client is done, you can do that for me, right, captain?”
“You are bold to ask me to cooperate with your schemes.”
“I will take that as a compliment,” Sampo continued, checking his back every now and then, waiting for his client’s sign and looking out for any other silvermane guard.
Gepard sighed, taking his eyes up to his restrained wrist, trying to find an opening to turn the tables and arrest the mercenary once for all. Clenching his other hand, the captain waited for the right second to strike, just looking for an opening in the mercenary’s guard…
“This guy is sure taking his tim-”
As Sampo turned his head back to the silvermane guard he captured, he could catch a glimpse of an incoming punch towards his face. In the brief seconds he had to plan his reaction, all the mercenary could do was grab the first thing inside his reach and prepare for the incoming impact.
With his eyes closed shut and shoulders slightly scrunched up, he tightened his grip around Gepard’s pinned wrist and tried to block, or at least hold down, his other arm. However, he missed and ended up landing his hand against the captain’s side instead of the incoming punch, but at the very moment he touched Gepard’s body, an unexpected sound caught Sampo’s attention.
“GYAH-”
“H-huh?” Sampo opened his eyes, blinked in confusion as he looked back to Gepard, finding the captain with cheeks tainted by a pink tone from embarrassment and a crooked smile on his lips. His hand, that once was inches away from delivering a strong blow, was now tugging at his arm, trying to pry it off his body.
Looking down to his hand at the other man’s side, the mercenary squeezed the spot again, curious about that reaction.
“W-whahat are you- hnng!” Gepard choked on a giggle, trying his best to hold his reactions and push Sampo’s hand away from his body.
“Ohh…” Sampo hummed at his discovery, continuing to massage the captain’s side with enough pressure for him to feel through his thick clothing. Connecting the dots, the mercenary could only smile amused. “Who could think that tickling would protect me from captain Gepard himself?”
“S-shuhut up, you- ahAHa, s-stop this ahahalready!’ The blonde said, throwing his head back as a strangled fit of giggles left his lips, which were already cracking up into a bright, adorable smile.
“Oh, captain, I’d love to,” Sampo hummed pleased, tickling Gepard’s torso with ease, even through his attempts to block him, “but you didn’t want to collaborate when I asked you before, so it seems I need to make my request more… appealing to you, general, sir ~”
Gepard’s cheeks were getting redder and redder and laughter was managing to slip out of his mouth like a fountain. It was so… ridiculous! He tried to push the mercenary already, break free from his hold, but each stroke against his sides seemed to make him go weaker and weaker.
“AhaHAhah, enohohough!! S-Sahahampo!” Gepard giggled, unable to hold back the fit of laughter any further when the other man lowered his hand and started pinching his waist, holding it firmly while his thumb rubbed deep ticklish circles in a horrible slow motion.
Amused with the guard’s reaction, Sampo started to lower his guard as well, stopping the constant checking on how his client was doing and focusing all his attention on the giggly captain he had at his hands. “Oh, captain, sir, what a lovely way to use my name,” he teased, moving his hand around as he poked Gepard’s stomach, “it’s so different from the tone you use when you are chasing me ~”
The captain stomped his foot, trying to turn his body away from the devious hand that kept the ticklish onslaught going. Sampo definitely was crossing all the boundaries of their relationship - that shameless bastard… if only Gepard could get his hands on him.
“Y-yohohou will pahAHhay fohohor this!” He roared, but his angry facade crumbled in a matter of seconds, turning into an adorable, harmless smile.
“Oh, please, I’m not even going that hard on you, captain,” the mercenary said, leaning his face a little closer, nuzzling against Gepard’s cheeks despite the captain’s attempts to avoid him. “You are not even trying to escape anymore… Do you enjoy this kind of attention, sir? ~”
Those words made Gepard’s heart race, beating so fast that it could be heard even through the metal plates on his clothes. He gritted his teeth, turning his face away as it burned bright with embarrassment, not answering the mercenary. Of course, that also didn’t go unnoticed.
“My my, is this one of the secrets you hide behind your armors, captain?” Sampo whispered, hearing the blonde whine as he still refused to answer his questions, revealing an adorable stubbornness.
As Gepard’s laughter continued to flow freely, Sampo insisted on the topic, one question after the other, trying to get that confession from the captain. Still, he was answered with nothing but silence - well, not exactly silence since Gepard couldn’t stop giggling all the time, but - ah, you get it, right?
“Cat got your tongue, captain, sir?” Sampo mused, nuzzling the tip of his nose against Gepard’s trembling jaw line, making the guard try to scrunch up his shoulders to protect himself. “Guess I’ll have to tick-”
“Sampo!” A distant voice called for them - or, perhaps, was finally heard through the captain’s laughter. “I got it, let’s go!”
“What a shame… since timing is not on our side today, captain…” The mercenary said, kissing Gepard’s cheek before pushing himself away, letting the captain fall on his butt. “Until next time, sir.” Sampo said with a clear hint of affection in his voice, bowing as if it was some kind of curtain call.
“A-ah, stop… right there!” Gepard said, getting on his knees as he tried to get back up, “I-I’m not done with y-you!”
His empty threats, however, fell on deaf ears as the mercenary smiled, walking away before disappearing from his sight. With his heart still beating fast and cheeks tainted in red, Gepard stood up, patting his clothes to get rid of the dust and fix them. “That bastard…,” he muttered to himself, looking to the direction Sampo just went, but deciding to not follow it this time, “I guess… I could just say he got away,” he continued, slowly making his way back to the Administrative District while trying to process what in the name of Qlipoth just happened…
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Hi hi! Got bored and made this for fun :) This is my first quiz so hopefully I do everything right lol. Hope u enjoy!! (Note: These are just my interpretations of these characters, so it's not gonna be 100% accurate)
Ohhhhhhh... I want to ER hug him so much...
Thank You so much for the quiz, I hope You don't kind me participate! I had fun and wait for other ones if U decide to make them! ❤🍡
If I may join the interactive fic idea I would like to ask for
Thomato
Lee Waka
Enkanomiya or Tsurumi ghost tickles!
Thank You, love You!❤🍡
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AHHH THOMATO! Of course you may, hehehe
So, I don't really know what is going on Enkanomiya, but I tried my best! Hope you like it ~
“This place is as breathtaking as I’ve heard,” Ayato said with an amused look, admiring the structures of the old civilization of Enkanomiya. The view, however, just wasn’t more entertaining than his ‘coward’ housekeeper, a few steps behind, lingering to adventure into the place.
“I-if you say so, m’lord,” Thoma muttered, his arms wrapped around his torso, wary that anything would jump from their surroundings and attack them.
The Kamisato’s clan head chuckled, placing one hand over his waist as he waited for the other to slowly reach him. “Maybe you’d enjoy this a little more if you weren’t so scared,” Ayato tried to sooth him, but still had a hint of playfulness and mischief in his voice. “The Traveler said it himself, there is nothing harmful here, what are you so scared of?”
“That’s not how I remember it, m’lord… The traveler told us there were ghosts down here,” Thoma corrected, looking over his shoulder to check if there weren’t any sort of ghost stalking them.
“Friendly ones, remember?” Ayato continued, reaching for Thoma’s cheek and pinching it. “Now, I didn’t expect you to be afraid of ghosts.”
“I-I’m not afraid of them!” Thoma snapped, noticing how he raised his voice at Ayato a few seconds later. With Ayato giggling at his response and with his cheeks turning pink, he continued, “I mean, it’s not that I’m afraid of them, m’lord, I’d rather just… not meet any of them.”
“Suit yourself,” Ayato said, already a couple of steps ahead, “I still owe the traveler a favor, so let’s just get what we came here for and go back, I don’t want to trouble you any further,” the clan’s leader said, looking around the place to find anything that looked like a chest.
He could hear Thoma’s voice in the distance, probably complaining about the feeling Enkanomiya had, how scary it looked or something like this. Not minding to look back at his servant, Ayato only walked further into the path ahead of him, looking for the treasure the traveler asked him to retrieve.
After a while walking, Ayato stopped in the middle of what looked like a park when he felt his servant’s touch on his shoulder. Well, maybe taking a break from their walk wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“Hm… Do you see something around here, Thoma?” He muttered, now feeling a little lost. Had they taken the wrong turn on the path?
But as there was no answer, Ayato frowned. Letting out a sigh, he turned around to face Thoma, “can you at least check the map or are you too sca-”
“My lord! Be careful!”
What?
As Ayato turned around, much to his surprise, Thoma was still far behind him. Slowly turning his head to the other side, Ayato finally saw that what was touching his shoulder wasn’t his servant, but some kind of ghostly hand. And it wasn’t alone.
On the other end, Thoma was running as fast as he could, with his polearm already in hands. He kept trying to warn his master for the past minutes and he knew something was wrong when Ayato kept ignoring his voice. He couldn’t really understand what was going on from where he was, but he could see those ghost hands approach his master, one after the other.
“Ahh!”
“I’m coming, m’lord! Get away from him, you gh-”
“Nohohoh!! A-ahaha, stohohop it!”
“H-huh?”
Thoma stopped, a few steps behind, with a shocked look on his face. Was Ayato really laughing?
“C-cohohome on! N-no tihihickling!”
“M-M’lord?”
“T-Thoma! Ahahah, h-help!!”
The ghosts weren’t hurting him. They were… playing with him. As much as he felt relief…
…Thoma needed to figure out what to do.
Stay where he was and let the ghosts play with Ayato
The motivation Thoma had was slowly fading as he saw his master was in no harm, but rather a victim of playful spirits that were simply messing around him. No longer driven by his impulsive bravery, the fear of ghosts - even the harmless ones - took over the housekeeper again.
“T-they will go away soon, m’lord! Hang in there!” The blonde said, not taking a single step forward from where he was, watching the scene unfold before his eyes as he bit his inner lip in apprehension.
Ayato tried to wrap his arms around his stomach to protect himself, but wasn’t much more than play along with the ghost’s plan. The commissioner stepped back and forth, twisting and turning left and right, but couldn’t find a break from the spirit’s assault.
And, since they weren't really made of physical matter, it wasn’t Ayato that could touch or hold them in any way. It was a truly one-sided battle.
“T-ThohOHOhoma!! Ahahah, p-plehehease!” The clan’s head laughed, feeling his knees going weak while the ghost hands tickled his torso all over, moving past his attempts to protect himself with ease and wiggling their fingers at his sensitive body.
Thoma looked around, trying to find something to help Ayato, but there was nothing useful at sight. He sighed, not really willing to fight his fears - especially since there was no real danger and, therefore, real reason to.
“B-but, m’lord…”
“Do sohohohomething! AHAhahah, a-anythihihing!” Ayato cackled, tears of mirth taking place in the corner of his eyes as he used his sword to give his body some balance, nearly falling to the ground, crumbling under the ticklish assault of the ghosts.
“I-I’ll think of something!” Thoma shouted from the distance, trying to get his voice to be heard over the loud and panicked giggles of his master. But, truth to be told, nothing of that sort was going through his mind. He would even be enjoying the sight of Ayato smiling and laughing like that if his fear of ghosts weren’t ruining the mood.
As much as he felt guilty for not trying to save his master, he felt relief that it wasn’t he their main target.
“Just wait a little longer!” He said, his words falling on deaf ears as Ayato couldn’t fancy keep their conversation going at his current state.
Tightening the grip around his polearm, Thoma tried to get the courage to jump in. Breathe in, breath out, he thought, hoping to calm himself down.
“O-okay, here I- …huh?”
The housekeeper stopped, turning around as he could swear he felt something poking his back, but there wasn’t anything but an empty path. “What was thAHAH!”
And, as soon as he turned back to see Ayato, he was greeted by more ghost hands that did not waste a single second before launching themselves at the housekeeper, providing him the same treatment that his master was receiving.
It should be only a matter of time before the ghosts finally let both men alone and for the two of them to get revenge on the traveler for setting them up to such a… difficult mission.
A/N: I wonder why the traveler asked them to go to Enkanomiya in their place, huh, fufufu
Wonderful art for wonderful cause! I will try to give smth after my b day its like 14 days to it ndxnxnmdd but maybe You guys would be interested too!❤❤❤
Good moments to post thomato tkl content? ALWAYS! HEEEEEEELP!He is so vulnerable heeeeeeere! I can totally picture him wiggling his leg here WAAAAAH!I LUV! 🍡❤❤
Let’s talk about Ayato x Thoma a little. I am missing my babies today 🥹❤️👉👈
Do you think Thoma participates in sparring with Waka sama? I think Ayato trusts his battle skills a LOT! (As he should); and frequently asks him to spar with him.
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Oh YES YES AND YES! Me thinks Waka spars with Thoma every single evening! LIKE picture this! Ayato in a commissioner mode for whole day. Stoic, elegant and polite then woop! Goes sparing with Thoma and comes back to being Waka! Venting about stuff which annoyed him during the day, sharing with Thoma how baaaaaadly he wanted to mock some snobs on meetings but nu-ah cuz he has rep to keep.... and Thoma just lets him talk and focus on his moves( Waka just blindly keeps up with him *SQUEEEEALS*) then he makes his lord laugh by pretending to be one of the snobs and lets Waka mock him then they fight for snobby Thoma's honor! WAH! I JUST MELT INSIDE THINKING ABOUT THEM BEING SO PLAYFUL! Bois bein boisssssss!
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