9:10 Pm

9:10 pm

The oil candle burns. Its illumination warms the cold hues of his office as Levi works on yet another pile of paperwork, except he’s becoming actively more distracted as the seconds go since his door opened and closed silently, and a body laid down on the leather couch to his left a few minutes ago.

He didn’t bother to look up at the intruder, then, knowing exactly who would dare to just come in like that, the familiarity of the action implanting itself as a daily habit in his brain.

Except that usually he just keeps on working, focusing on the task at hand so he could quickly finish and eventually follow up with his nightly routine with you, but today seems like it won’t allow that to happen. He can hear your light breathing, can see you from the corner of his eye, and he has to physically restrain himself from looking your way as he knows that all hope will be lost to his paperwork if he does.

It’s been a rather difficult day for the pair of you. With the preparations for an upcoming expedition getting more and more draining, everyone’s nerves start to naturally get worse. People are getting angrier at each other, you can see the cadets’ profound fear right through their eyes, and some people start spitting shit without knowing who’s listening.

And apparently, even Levi Ackerman isn’t immune to what people can say behind his back.

He knows who he is. He knows he can be perceived as cruel, stoic, inconsiderate, all sorta shitty stuff, he’s aware of it all and learned how to live it long ago without letting it bother him in the slightest. He can be called a cold-blooded killer right in his damn face and he’d agree, but when someone else is put in the narrative, and when that someone is you, it apparently changes everything.

He was unbothered at first, used to the banter thrown at him left and right, but he made the mistake of thinking about it, and his comrades could visibly see his irritation get worse throughout the day.

And they already deal with the grumpy man on the daily, it wasn't really that big of a change, except everyone started to slowly realize that he isn’t reacting like he usually does when they pick on him.

And to top everything off, you weren’t near the whole day.

He doesn’t know who was talking. Doesn’t know their names if he wanted to punish them or file for demotion, but he thinks that it barely even matters. He probably wouldn’t do anything if he could just because he thinks that maybe, maybe what they said is true.

“I don’t know how they ended up together, to be honest!” One of them had said. “They’re polar opposites! I don't know how the Sergeant handles him.”

“He ssoooo doesn’t deserve her. She’s way too nice to be stuck with someone like him.”

“What does she even see in him? He may be pretty in the face but he’s such an asshole, dude!”

“I bet he doesn’t even treat her right. How can someone like him even love?”

He didn’t need to hear that. He already had his doubts, he didn’t fucking need to hear that.

For real, how did you even come to like him back? How does anyone fall in love with someone like him? Yet here you are, sleeping on his couch, waiting for him to finish work because you can’t fall asleep unless you’re touching him.

Yet you wake up every day and look at him with that smile on your face, like he deserves everything good in this world.

He can’t help it, the constant feeling of never being enough. You’re like the sun, too bright and too warm to be contained, a gold shine forever painting the surface of your skin that he wishes he can kiss forever, just to make sure you were actually real.

You’re warm, considerate, kind, everything he’s not, his polar opposite, yet here you are.

How is this possible?

Levi loses his fight with his body and finally gazes at you.

You have an arm under your head, laying on your side to face him, eyes lightly shut. Your uniform still hugs your body, hair a neat mess on top of your head, and you make sure to keep your boots off the couch like Levi always tells you.

God, what would he do if you left? If you just realize how shitty he is and decide you don’t want anything to do with him anymore?

“You’re staring.” Your soft voice slightly startles the saddened man, his eyes widen a bit, but you keep yours closed. “Are you done with your paperwork?”

“No, not yet.”

You flutter your eyes open. “A break, then?”

Levi hesitates. He wants to touch you, wants to keep you as close to him as possible, yet feels undeserving even of that.

He doesn’t reply. His eyes do their little zoning out thing that you take notice of, and you can see what Hange was telling you of him just before you pass by. His jaw is set too firm, Adam's apple moving harshly against his delicate skin, and his eyebrows are furrowed. You don't even think that he is aware of his frown.

He only snaps back to reality when you start moving off the couch and closer to him. Something flashes in his eyes, you think you are mistaken when you take it for panic because it is wiped away from his expression as quickly as it appears.

Levi’s heart is surely going to burst out of his chest if it continues on like this. It gets even worse when your hand touches his, and you can’t help but notice when his chest trembles as he tries to regulate a healthy rhythm, and it only fuels your worry more.

You climb on his lap, his hands immediately finding your back, while yours roam from his trembling, toned chest to tense shoulders that only seem to relax under your touch.

You smile at him. You’re always smiling at him.

“Do you wanna talk to me about anything?” You ask in the softest voice you can.

Levi’s brain seems to high-wire because, once again, he fails to reply. His confused frown turns sad, turns desperate only little by little, and his arms tighten around you like you can disappear right then and there, turn into fine dust and leave him strangled with only bittersweet memories.

His usually straight lips are curved the slightest of curves downwards, and his gaze seems unable to look anywhere but your eyes.

Levi isn’t great with words, you’ve known so for so long already, so when he stays quiet, your hand finds a cold cheek. He leans in your touch, even though you can see that he tries to restrain himself from doing so, and the look on his face just breaks your heart.

Your smile fades, expression morphing into sad worry.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

My love. Your nickname to him will forever have him feeling as if he’s hearing it for the first time.

You think it’s the expedition, just like it is for all of you. He usually gets cranky before expeditions, giving you all those instructions here and there, pulling you away for some extra training even, but this is new.

The more he trains you the less worried he is about you in expeditions as you slowly but surely become another version of him minust all the extra crack, but the worry you see in his expression right now isn’t the kind of worry you’re used to before marching to your death.

Maybe something happened, something shifted, made his anxiety skyrocket, but you’ll never know unless he tells you.

Even as you hold each other like this, he doesn’t think he is loving you enough. He thinks you deserve the world, the sun, the stars, everything that shines just the way you do, everything that he is not.

You’re so good. Your love for him is way more than he deserves.

Levi shuts his eyes before they can get teary, and you’re immediately pulling him in your embrace. With a hand in his hair and the other going up and down his back soothingly, you hold him as he should be held, with all the love and care you can provide.

His arms tighten around you so much that you hear a vertebrae or two cracking, but you never let out your discomfort. You massage his scalp as he nuzzles your neck, and his breath is still shaky.

You’ve barely ever seen Levi like this.

“I’m here,” You gently tell him. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m so sorry.” His muffled words barely make it to your ear.

“What are you apologizing for?” You whisper softly, lips brushing against the top of his ear. “There’s nothing to apologize about, my love.”

There is. He thinks. There are plenty.

“Can I touch you?” His voice is small, yet dark and husky.

It warms your heart that he still always asks for that when he’s feeling down, to touch you, to feel your skin against his. It grounds him, he’s told you. Makes you feel more real.

You nod against his head and pull back to help him unbutton the shirt that lies underneath the green coat. He pulls it out of your pants, unties the binder tied tightly around your chest, and just pulls you back into your previous position again.

His lips lightly graze the skin of his neck, you fight the urge to pull away from the ticklish spot, but you’re soon distracted by the hands that roam your upper body. His touch is intimate, as if he is massaging.

Fingers trail from your stomach, to your waist, then up your back until he lovingly presses you to him by your nape with a firmer grip.

You let him do everything he pleases, letting your own eyes close as you rest your temple on the side of his head, fingers forever sinking in the raven hair. He plants a light kiss to where your shoulder meets your neck.

“You’re too good.” You hear him muffle. The feather-light touch of his fingers running down your middle soon turns into his whole hand. It trails down from your neck, between your breasts, down your diaphragm and onto your side until he settles right before your belt, and his touch turns firmer here. “Always too good for me.”

You pull away just enough to look him in the eye. Your hand returns to his cheek, and this time, you find dazed steel staring back at you, as if drunk on your touch.

What the hell could’ve happened to have him end up like this?

You pull him in for a chaste kiss, but the hand on your nape brings you closer, grip filled with need and something else, something you can’t tell, something that seems to be bubbling over him. You're pressed flush against him, bodies soon molding into one, and maybe Levi forgets his strength when he holds you like this because you’re almost out of breath.

You take matters in your own hands, then, bringing your hands up to his shoulders and you begin to massage, earning a breathy moan from the man underneath you. His grip loosens on your nape when you massage a knot away in his, and you’re given your chance to breathe when he soon relaxes enough.

You rest your forehead against his, panting slightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Your very soul could shatter at the look in his eyes, then. Because he looks up, eyes ever so glossy and oh so damn sad, desperate, scared you dare say. He tries to whisper something but it comes out incoherent, and you don’t ask him to repeat it when he doesn’t. A calloused hand falls from your nape to hold your cheek, mirroring your very position, and he pulls you in again.

It is gentler this time, slower. Your hands still massage every possible tight muscle you find, deliciously swallowing the pretty sounds he produces from the sensation.

Something clicks, then.

You pull back, his hands still roam your upper body. Levi’s lips try to chase after yours but they attach to the corner of his lips instead, to his cheek, down to line his jaw, and down to his neck. You move slow, make every kiss count, make sure that he feels your intention, make sure he feels loved.

That’s a difficult task, Levi never had anyone that makes him feel this way until you came along, and the unfamiliarity of the feeling always sends him close to tears.

There’s nothing lustful laying behind either your intentions. You kiss his scarred skin like it’s the last thing you can give him. You unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt and let your hand feel the toned muscles of his chest as you kiss away the pain, feeling his adam’s apple struggle where your lips land.

A hand slips in his hair, he tilts his head back.

“I love you so much,” You tell him, your lips brushing his skin. “So, so much, Levi. I can barely verbalise it.” Your head raises to hover above his, your free hand gently caressing where his skin is still wet with your kisses. The hand in his hair brushes it out of his face so you can take a clearer look, and it’s fucked up how you feel your own eyes water. “You’ll never know how much you really mean to me.”

“I don’t deserve this.”

“You deserve the world,” You reply instantly, teary eyes pouring emotions into his. “Walls, you deserve everything good this universe has to offer, Levi.”

The words tick him off. He tries to hide his face, tries to look away from you as he finally begins to break, but your hold is firm when you hold him still.

“I could write endless poems about every little quirk you have. About the color of your eyes. About every scar I've traced on your body, all the way down to the way you hold your damn ridiculous tea cups. I love you so much, Levi, I can barely contain it.”

A silent tear escapes the corner of his eye, and you never hesitate to kiss it as it lands down to his cheekbone. You linger there, feeling rough hands softly trace the line between your shoulder blades. You don’t notice that your own tears have been released until his thumb wipes under your eye, returning the favor.

“I wish I could love like you,” He whispers.

“Your love is already more than enough.”

A Proper Punishment

a/n | haaa, april fools! get it? bc scaramouche wouldn’t actually fuck me :’) he’d probably just kill me. anyway, this is my first smut writing. like ever. so please take it easy on me lol. happy april everyone! (art credits: u/Cyclic_Abelian on reddit).

warnings | gender neutral pronouns + female-bodied reader, pet names, make-up sex, rough sex, oral (male receiving)/face-fucking, marking, slight degradation, choking, hair pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, orgasm denial, breeding kink, Electro play

genre | smut (18+ only! minors dni!)

word count | 3.1k

pairing |scaramouche x reader

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featuring: hinata, atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto

warning! nsft twitter links , fem!bodied reader

— hinata

[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is

[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new

— bokuto

[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time

[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls

[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(

— atsumu

[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you

[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums

— sakusa

[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make

[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it

For part 2 we need more Dainsleif and Baizhu, that’s all I’m gonna say , thx for coming to my Ted talk 😂

“So Obedient…”

part one / part two

characters: diluc, kaeya, ayato, childe, albedo, dainsleif

summary: maid!reader loves to please their master.

genre: smut

warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns); pet names (dear, darling, love, pet), unprotected, overstim, breeding, master-maid dynamic

note: bestie ur mind is literally so brilliant,, so glad this series is becoming my legacy <3 i added baizhu (and others) in the part that i’m uploading next!!

Diluc

— “ah, fuck– you’re doin’ so good for me…” praise spilled from his lips so freely. you were situated on your master’s lap with his dick deep inside you, his paperwork and your housework long forgotten since he beckoned you inside. “takin’ me so well, it’s like you were made just for me…” your whiny moans filled the room as he bounced you on his cock, your uniform bunched up at the hips and panties hastily pushed aside to make room for him. fucking in his office had become a new part of your schedule - diluc felt like he was addicted to you. every gasp, whine, and moan of his name had become his new favorite sound. you sobbed your master’s name after he reached down to toy with your clit, finally pushing you over the edge and making you cum on his dick. diluc broke with a loud groan when your walls clenched and fluttered around him, practically milking his cock and begging for more. “hah– fuck, ‘m still hard… y’wanna take this to the bedroom? i’ve been thinking about some positions that i wanna try out…”

Ayato

— “stop squirming, i’m trying to focus.” ayato wrapped his arm around your middle to keep you still as he assessed a set of “important” documents that he claimed couldn’t wait. you tilted back against your master’s shoulder and bit back a whimper when he traced his fingers over your stomach, so close yet so far from where you desperately needed him. his low voice speaking next to your ear startled you from your lust-induced haze. “do you want to be punished, darling? if you move again, you’ll wait another half hour to cum.” you openly whined at his threat, but did your best to remain still as he worked. you needed him so badly, all you wanted was for him to fuck you against his desk. after another fifteen minutes, ayato chuckled lowly and placed the papers to the side. “now, was that so hard?” your front was pressed against the desk as he gave a shallow thrust, humming in satisfaction at your gasp and appreciative moan. “remember, obedient maids reap their rewards so much faster than naughty ones…”

Kaeya

— “now this– hahh, shit– is what i love.” your cheek was pressed into the pillow under you, your hands crossed above your head and held by one of your master’s. his other hand grabbed and kneaded the flesh on your hip, your uniform long abandoned on the floor that you were supposed to be sweeping. “fuck, your pretty pussy is chokin’ my cock,” you clenched around kaeya’s length, pushing your hips back to meet his pelvis as he rutted into you. you were so sensitive - he’d already made you cum around his dick thrice. he chuckled and groaned from above you. “‘m gonna cum again, okay? be a good pet and take it all.” true to his word, you felt kaeya’s hot cum fill you up, leaking from your cunt and pooling on the sheets when he pulled out. he clicked his tongue at the mess, scooping up what he could on his fingers and pushing it back inside you, making you whine from the slight overstimulation. “you know i hate lettin’ any of it go to waste… guess i’ll have to keep you plugged up myself from now on.”

Childe

— “i– hahh, f-fuck– ‘m gonna fill you up, ‘kay?” your knees were flush against your chest while your master rutted into you at a brutal pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass being the only noise besides your collective moans. “gonna breed ‘ya and make you mine, huh?” childe leaned closer, maneuvering your legs over his shoulders and holding the pillow under your head so tightly that his knuckles were white. “there’d be such a scandal… a little maid being breeded full by their master…” he groaned and emptied another load in you, ignoring the way your legs trembled and his own thighs shook from the strain. he’d promised “just one more” four orgasms ago, and you started to wonder if your master was fucking himself stupid with your pretty cunt. he started up again after catching his breath, hissing from how sensitive his tip felt and how tightly you clenched around him. “c’mon, now… i just need one more, okay? please– just gimme one more, i wanna make sure we get this first try…”

Albedo

— “good, good… spread your legs a little wider,” albedo grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, closely watching the way his cock disappeared inside your cunt. you could only grip the sheets and helplessly arch your back as he pinched and rubbed at your puffy clit. “i’m impressed with how well you’re taking me,” he chuckled and gasped softly when you fluttered around him. albedo felt his dick throb at the sight of you creaming on his shaft, leaving a pretty ring of white at the base. “look at that… seems like we’ve got another topic to focus on tonight.” you let out a whine of his name at that, knowing that he wouldn’t let you rest until he was satisfied with his “research.” he moaned oh-so prettily while emptying inside of you, giving a few more shallow thrusts to fuck his cum even deeper. you whimpered as he pulled out, trying to close your thighs around his hand after he started tracing your swollen lips with his cold fingertips. “shh, no need to hide from me… i’ll make sure to take good care of you after we’re done.”

Dainsleif

— “a–ah, fuck, ‘s too much, love,” your master was sprawled out underneath you with his dick impossibly deep, his throat sore from letting out breathless moans and rasps of your name. he always worked so hard and treated you so nicely, how could you not want to return the favor? you pressed his hands into the mattress and interlocked your fingers, relishing in the way he held your hands like they were his lifeline. “shit– ‘m not gonna last…” he groaned and pushed his hips up, chasing your cunt as you bounced on his cock. even after he painted your walls with his cum, you kept up your ministrations, admiring how his expression shifted from bliss to biting his lip from the building overstimulation. “y–y gotta give me a sec–” dainsleif practically whined as his orgasm built up again - embarrassingly fast, in his opinion. you only cooed at your master affectionately, desperately trying to milk his cock for the fifth time this night. he came again with a broken moan of your name, letting a string of curses slip out as he came down from his high. “you wanna take care of me, huh? i guess i can count this as one of your services to me…”

a/n: i am once again begging everyone for more dain content,, i can’t keep writing it all myself 😔

I love your cat reader and Gorou fic!! It's so cute and fun and the with mentioning heats it got my mind spinning

Like imagine being in heat and having Gorou gently groom/coddle you to help distract you from the pain and get the attention you craved 🥺 I just think it'd be super cute

a/n: Anon you made me go research about cat heat symptoms and effects- hnnngggshhdj honestly such a cute idea!!! I love it so here's a brainrot. Although I did research about heats, im changing it a bit for the fic to work. please don't use this as a basis for what your cats are good through.

notes: istg it's a SFW brainrot, heats, Kätzlein Reader (Diona's cat bloodline), mutual pining!! sleep deprived work

masterlist | based on this drabble and this brainrot

Heats & Distractions (Cat!Reader x Gorou) SFW

Being a part of the Kätzlein clan had its difficulties; from controlling your natural instincts in front of your human comrades to dealing with your addiction to catnip, you handled them all through life long practice and discipline.

There are times when you have to keep your impulses in check though. Things like pouncing on birds and taking random naps were easily controlled — but other things, like reminding yourself that the ingrained feeling of danger around your general was just your cat side talking, was a bit more difficult to deal with.

Another issue was your heat. As the season of spring blossoms around Inazuma, your body begins to heat up in discomfort. It started as a numb ache in your lower stomach. The ache wasn't exactly painful, but it was bothersome enough to distract you from focusing on your tasks.

You keep dropping things and stumbling, mind hazy from heat and feeling constantly distracted. Kazuha's worried about you; He has an arm around your shoulder, taking your things instead and asking if you're feeling alright.

You reassure him that you're fine, just tired. You're a little shy about admitting that it's your heat. He encourages you to take a break in the medical quarters and before you could register where he's leading you, you're already on the way.

You don't want to go to the medical, though. They don't exactly have anything that could help you and revealing your... situation to any of the nurses and soldiers would only warrant teasing and jokes from the immature ones.

It was Gorou who stops you and Kazuha. He's standing in front of you two, eyeing you up and down. Kazuha explains the situation that you weren't feeling well and you, again, say you're fine.

Gorou sighs and brushes a hand through his hair, before taking you by the wrist away from the medical. "They're fine, Kazuha,"

Kazuha confusingly protests at his friend, but Gorou quickly turns to whisper to him.

"It's... a hybrid thing. It's spring." Gorou says and Kazuha, with realization dawning on his face, nods and lets you go with the general.

You're both alone now, in a corner by the training area when he stops to look at you again.

"Why are you out? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I really am fine! I'm not sick. Kazuha's overreacting-"

"You do know I could smell your heat from a mile away?"

You freeze, mouth agape as you stare, blush rising to your face. He knew? Your long time crush since you arrived in the resistance knew? You didn't think it would be that obvious to another hybrid of a different species but it was slightly embarrassing.

"I thought I could ignore it!" You groan, admitting your situation, "It doesn't hurt much but I- just so-" You mutter off, dizzy.

Gorou sighs, "Let's get you to your barracks. As your general, I'm putting you on bed rest for the next few days. Or whatever long this takes."

You blush, following along as he guides you to your personal quarters.

Most days, you really were fine! Taking walks around the area and helping patrol, other days, you were a whining mess, purring and pawing at your bedsheets in discomfort. Had you been back in Mondstadt, perhaps you could've found ways to alleviate the symptoms from your clan, but here you were a thousand miles away fighting a dictatorship.

What you didn't expect was for the general to visit your quarters every so often. The first time he entered with a plate of salmon from the kitchen, your ears and tail perked up in excitement.

Forget the fact that your natural mortal enemy slash crush was in your room — he brought you salmon! He would sit by your bed, chatting about what was going on in the army. To you, it sounded like he was a soldier giving his daily reports, which you found funny considering he was the general.

It was when you realized how helpful it was as a distraction from the numbing ache did you learn to fully appreciate his presence.

Of course, heats don't usually go so smoothly. It was a particularly bad night when you crumpled yourself in bed, arms wrapping around your waist as the ache was starting dull your senses. You needed to feel something, anything to ground yourself back from your dizzy state.

Gorou walked in that night with a can of tuna. Something that was promptly ignored and left on your bedside as he rushed over to you. His hands gently on your shoulder.

"Hey hey, I'm here. You okay?" He worriedly thinks back to his own heats. He usually goes through them just fine, with the war being a good distraction, but he isn't sure how much dog heats and cat heats resemble in terms of treatment. He wasn't quite sure what to do for you.

"G-gorou!" You quietly sob, "I hate this! I- I need something- stimuli-!" Your hand reaches out to grip on his top. He sits on your bed, brushing away the strands of hair from your face.

"It's okay, you're okay," He reassures you, patting your head.

Your grip on his loosened as he brushes against your ears. A silence settles itself between you. He rubs both your ears gently, warm and calloused hands softly massaging the sensitive muscles. You sigh in relief, unconsciously snuggling up to his abdomen.

"Lay down with me," You mumble after a while of his massage. You were in a daze now, an almost drunken state of exhaustion from dealing with your heat. Gorou looks at you hesitantly before laying down next to you.

Your long tail finds its way on his stomach. He figures you wanted him to pet it as he carefully brushes through the fur.

"Don't you go through this too?" You ask, attempting to start a casual conversation. Your eyes were closed as you cuddle up to his side.

"Yeah but it's already over," He tells you, turning his head to look at you. Both your faces closer than necessary.

"I guess you don't have it as bad?" You giggle and he notices how much he likes the sound of your laugh.

"Not exactly. I mean, Kazuha and her excellency would help distract me whenever it gets too bad. But I guess you can say I know how you feel."

Suddenly, you groan and look up the ceiling, "This wouldn't be a problem at all if we had mates!"

"W-what!" Gorou sits up, face turning red.

"What? Why so blushy, general? I mean, wouldn't it be easier to go through heats with a lover-" You laugh, sitting up as well, "Unless... you were thinking that I wanted us to be mates-"

"No! Of course not," His ears twitch frantically, hands dropping your tail, "I m-mean, we're friends! And you're part cat, I'm part dog, don't you think that's kind of... I don't know, weird?"

He doesn't notice the way your smile drops from your face. You gaze away from him, voice turning low into a whisper.

"... Is it really that weird?" You mumble and he's looking back at you as you look anywhere but back at him, "For a cat and dog to be together?"

Gorou tilts his head confusingly. He gets a feeling that something has shifted in the air, like he said something wrong but he isn't quite sure what. "Wouldn't it be? They're complete opposites in terms of their nature." He says.

Your eyes linger on him before you break out into a small laugh, "I guess it does sound weird! Besides, as you've said-" You flop back down your bed, "We're just friends."

"Ah- yeah..." Gorou isn't sure how the situation turned awkward. He's unsure whether he should lay back down on your bed either.

"Thanks for comforting me with my heat, but you should really go now," You say, picking up the forgotten can of tuna next to your bed.

Gorou quietly leaves your quarters that night. When he walks back to his barracks, eyes on the wide night sky, he thinks back to your form snuggling to him.

He thinks of your face that was unnecessarily close to for friends; of your shared whispers that were too intimate between a general and his soldier.

Gorou doesn't understand cats. He doesn't understand why his heart feels heavier than usual either.

note: I didn't mean for this to be angst but here we are. fun fact! but the heat scene was actually inspired by something that happened during my period. I get really bad cramps, one time I was puking and heaving terribly, i couldnt even lie down properly without sobbing in pain. my ex stayed by me that time and grounded me whenever i get dizzy.

❝ what are we? ❞

feat. thoma, xiao, ayaka, scaramouche, venti ; gn reader

content. modern au, fluff, pining

notes. random scenarios with them and the question "what are we?"

♡ thoma !

he wonders sometimes in the beats of silence between your conversations that flow as easy as water what you think of him, whether your heart pounds for him the same way his does when he hears your voice or sees a message from you. how do you see him in those long hours of sitting together in an enormous field of flowers under the sun and the stars (but you were what his gaze was drawn to, unequivocally)? do you study his face the way he studies yours, every feature driving him crazy with your beauty? he wonders this the way he wonders what you are to him. friends, best friends, lovers, possibly, maybe? how badly he wants to ask. but too scared to ask for more than your friendship, he stays silent for now, not wanting to wreck this relationship that means so very much to him.

♡ xiao !

your pen scribbles the words what are we? in red ink across the back of an origami bird that you place on the table before leaving in the morning. the first answer he writes in green ink is people. unsatisfactory, you think, and put a tiny folded dragon in the pocket of his sweatshirt right after it comes out of the wash. this time, he says dating, and you slip a puppy between the pages of his notebook. living together. in a relationship. in a very serious relationship. he starts to look forward to the tiny paper animals scattered everywhere. you await his responses with bated breath every day. infatuated. head over heels. cutest couple in the country. he hears your laughter as you discover the notes from another room and covers his face to hide his pleased blush. what are you, what are you? in love, in love, in love, so in love that the world could come crashing down and you'd only see each other.

♡ ayaka !

she has asked herself too many times to count, and asked you even more, and every time the answer is the same; best friends, of course. it fills her with the deepest despair and the brightest joy at the same time, as she knows that simply hoping for a different outcome would result in nothing. how often does she wonder if she's really happy just being your best friend? what if she was more? curiosity, simple curiosity is what leads her to finally work up the courage; a single kiss, that's all. but it's so much more than that at the same time, so much more that she doesn't ask what you are again, secure in her knowledge of the answer. after all, you tell her you love her every day, she doesn't need to ask you to say it. though you would; a million times if she wanted you to, over and over and over in a million ways.

♡ scaramouche !

he's hard pressed to admit any kind of vulnerability, but you've always been able to coax it out of him with barely any effort at all. you poise the question on a lazy afternoon, siting together in the back of a library with textbooks open on your laps as you twirl a pencil in your fingertips. what are we? what a stupid question, he scoffs, and you place a hand over your heart with mock sadness at the answer. still, you're able to see the face he makes -- shock and joy and he's totally smitten with you even if he wouldn't easily say it aloud, because you asked we, as in the two of you, and it takes a few beats but he says a couple, idiot. he snickers at the way you squeal hearing his response, but he feels warm inside as you hold his hand all through the rest of the afternoon.

♡ venti !

sitting on the grass in the dark with tiny fireflies all around, you rub sleep out of your eyes and watch his calm expression. it's quiet, and you break the silence first, asking the question that's flashed in and out of your mind for every moment you've been here with him. what are we? he parrots, and sighs a breath of the cool night air. what are we, indeed. he never gave you a proper answer -- at least, not then -- and you forgot about asking in the whirlwind of conversations you have with him every day. still, he has one in mind, if you're ever to ask again. who's asking? to the world and the universe, nothing. he tilts his head back even now and thinks of it as he looks up at the night sky, hoping that you see him in the stars the same way he sees you. to each other, everything.

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