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hi! i'm constellations, but u can call me kiwi hehe. i'm a minor so pls don't be nsfw-ish in my inbox! pronouns r they/them and i hope u have a good time on my blog :DD
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hi hii ! i'm a follower from quotev and i was wondering why you deleted universe? the haikyuu fanfic one? and you don't have to answer me if you don't want to. i really am just curious because i love that book so much and i was planning on rereading it again but when looked for it in my library it was gone. sorry if the question i asked made u uncomfy !! you can delete this if you want! thank you so much for answering (in advance) take care !
omg hi sorry idk how old this ask is but i didn't get a notif for it so HHH IM REALLY SORRY!!
i actually deleted universe a while ago and i deleted it i guess because i wasn't very happy with my writing? and also i couldn't find the motivation + it had been drawn out too long for my liking
thank you so much for this ask and for ur support hehe u take care as well!
in which childe fails to escape the memories of you and the yearning in his heart.
pairing: childe x gn!reader
warnings: yearning? longing??? bittersweetness ig
notes: this is just a little something i wrote when i was bored, also some practice w first pov
this is told in childe's pov.
Snow paints this barren land white—pretending that it is not as cruel as it seems. People’s frowns are concealed within their layers of clothing, and puffs of mist leave my mouth.
Sometimes, breathing comes to me as a shock. How long until this pure white snow becomes stained with crimson? How much longer must I live on the edge, how much longer must I sleep with wariness?
I close my eyes.
Not much, not much, not much. I always tell myself that. Over, and over, and over. Hoping that one day, it will become true. That one day, my words will no longer be just words. They’ll be something more.
One day, my breaths will come to a stop, and mist will no longer appear in puffs. One day, but that day is not today. Or tomorrow. Or next week, or next year.
I will keep living. That is my resolve, my one and only goal. And you, my one and only. How much longer shall I wait? How much time do you need before you can stand before me?
Time flies by so slowly. Tomorrow will come—but when? Winter in Snezhnaya is as good as nothing, for this land is always covered with snow. I always remember something beyond these times. I remember something beyond this damned snow.
I remember them. Them, who does not exist in Snezhnaya. Them, who does not exist in the fragments of my mind as long as I am anywhere but home.
Going home brings memories of them. The one and only in my heart. Their name—which still feels so wrong yet so right to say—rests on the tip of my tongue alongside the snowflakes.
Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, my heart cries in between each beat. I miss, I miss, I miss. Oh, how my wailing love yearns and yearns for them. Their face has faded, and all I have left are the memories of the sun, which used to remind me of their smile.
A smile, on a face I do not remember. The sun, which the land of Snezhnaya has long forgotten.
I do not remember anything beyond the memories. I only remember being loved, and I remember the heartbreak that follows after.
Though, I do know that I miss them.
If this is a nightmare, I wish to wake up. If this is some cruel play that I am living through, if this is all a prank—and my lovely is right next to me right now—, then I want to see them.
I open my eyes.
Not today, or tomorrow, or next week, or next year.
This is not a nightmare, nor a prank, nor a cruel play. This is simply reality.
“[Name],” I call out to the wasteland that’s shrouded in white. Even now, that sounds so wrong to say. How long has it been, since we’ve parted ways?
I do not know, I do not know, I do not know.
All I know is that I loved them. Maybe I still do. Maybe this whole time, my heart has only been beating for them—my one and only, the only one in my heart.
Taking a step forward, I look back on my trail of footsteps. How many more must I make until I find my way back home? To my home, that is not in Snezhnaya?
Then, I look ahead, continuing my stroll through this barren land—heart still humming hymns for the other home it misses oh so dearly.
A late Christmas gift I wrote for the lovely @constellarations :)
Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy ❤️️
Calm winds drifted across the lands of Mondstadt, sweeping up fallen leaves and compelling them to dance in the skies once more.
Swallows filled the air with their songs as they found purchase on the great oak tree of Windrise.
It was here that a young silver-haired man strode forth, peering up into the dense foliage from the base of the tree.
“I know you’re up there. You’ve never been the best at hiding.”
He spoke towards seemingly nothing. Yet, the silence was soon replaced by the sound of rustling. Then, a frustrated huff.
“I’ll have you know, no one else finds me as easily as you do, Cyno!” You retorted as you clambered down the tree branches, sticking your tongue out in his direction for good measure.
Cyno merely sighed in your direction and held out his hand expectantly. “My book, if you would.”
You looked towards him with a frown as you brushed the loose bits of bark left on your clothes. You knew far too well that handing over the book would only lead to Cyno locking himself back up in Mondstadt’s library.
Speaking of which… Had he even eaten today?
As your eyes flickered back from him to the sky, your frown deepened, already knowing the answer was an indisputable no.
So…this was for his own good.
“Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten yet. Or even slept in god knows how long.”
“This research is important.” He stated simply.
None of you were prepared for the low grumble that cut through the songs of the swallows. The source of the offending noise? Cyno’s stomach.
“Uh huh…” You clicked your tongue and shook your head, chastising him. “Well, you’re not getting it back until you eat something. C’mon! Let’s go to Good Hunter, my treat!”
Resigned, Cyno let out a drawn out sigh, offering no resistance. “Lead the way, then.”
—--
“Ahhh, that was delicious.” With a satisfied sigh, you leaned back comfortably into your chair, folding your hands neatly across your stomach.
“Glad you both enjoyed it!” Sara chirped as she whisked the plates off the table and ferried them to the back of the kitchen.
“Ahem.”
Cracking one eye open, you peer across the table to spot Cyno’s outstretched hand.
“My book.”
You rolled your eyes in response. Sheesh, couldn’t this guy learn to take a break once in a while?
“You don’t even wanna take 10 minutes to digest?!” You exclaimed, moving yourself to sit back upright.
“Look, I understand you’re looking out for me.” Cyno spoke calmly, yet firmly. “But as I’ve mentioned before, this research is important. If you don’t return the book to me now…” He continued, and you swore you could see a devious glint flash across his irises. “I can always use that spell again.”
Immediately, you felt your eyes widen in abject horror. You knew exactly what he was referring to, and it was a moment you had locked into the vault of your memories.
But now, thanks to him, those memories came flooding back to the forefront of your mind.
This was not the first time you’ve hidden Cyno’s books or his research materials, or even the second. No, far from it.
Though there was a history between the two of you that could be traced back to early adolescence, the incident he was referring to was just shy of a year old.
—-
“Alright. Where did you hide it?” Came Cyno’s stern voice.
Although you had a will of steel, you could not stop the words that came flowing out of your mouth.
“Top shelf, behind the scarves, in the purple box.”
Without another word, Cyno followed your instructions and pulled out all the missing components of his study. But before he returned to his research, he asked one last question.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
As much as you wanted to obfuscate the truth, the spell Cyno cast earlier was too strong. Powers from beyond this realm compelled you to speak, unfettered.
“I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids and have always wanted to tell you, but have been too afraid to.”
Your own strong hands clamped down around your mouth as your cheeks flushed a bright, hot red. But that was not the most humiliating aspect of this memory. No.
The most humiliating part was when Cyno looked back at you, eyes wide. Then, as he regained his composure, you heard him chuckle as he turned away from you and walked out of the room.
-—-
For the past year, you’ve pretended that memory was just an embarrassing, bad dream. Afterall, Cyno continued to interact with you as he normally did, and the both of you never acknowledged that moment again.
So then why… Why was he bringing it up now? And so casually at that?
This was just cruel.
As the embarrassment muddled your thoughts, you didn’t even realize you had already stood up and turned away from him.
“Okay, okay fine! You can have your stupid book!” As you rustled through your backpack and found the spine of the book, you had half a mind to chuck it at his smug face. This childhood pastime of yours wasn’t worth the stake it was driving into your heart.
As you practically shoved the book into Cyno’s hands and turned away, you were stopped by a sudden, “Wait” and a warm hand grasping your wrist.
“That was an attempt at a joke.” Cyno quietly relayed, looking straight into your face, even as you averted your gaze. “Though I realize now it may have been in poor taste.”
An exasperated huff left you as you responded incredulously. “Extremely.”
“Apologies.” As you finally gained the courage to face him, you could see Cyno’s eyes soften. “I know you wanted to spend time with me before I went back to Sumeru, but this research truly is important.”
As his hand trailed down from your wrist to clasp your hand, you felt your heart race.
This was cruel. Didn’t he already know how you felt? And didn’t he already make his feelings known? So why…
…Why was he acting this way?
Suddenly, your hand felt a lot colder, and it was then you realized Cyno had let go.
“I’ll be in the library.” He spoke, steadily rising from his chair. “You are welcome to join me there if you’d like.”
Before you could fully process everything and steady your own racing heart, Cyno had already disappeared from your line of sight.
Buying your face in your heads, you groaned as you fought an internal battle within yourself. If this research was that important, should you disturb him? But if he didn’t want your company… he wouldn’t have offered, would he?
You were overcomplicating things. No… your feelings were overcomplicating things.
Finally mustering up every ounce of courage you had, you strode towards the library, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. You couldn’t deny he was right - you did want to spend time with him before he left again.
Even if all you got was his presence, that was enough.
—-
“You’re here.” Though Cyno spoke in his usual flat tone, there was a hint of a smile in his voice as you moved to sit next to him, plopping a book of your own down next to his.
A few minutes went by with Cyno’s eyes scanning through the pages of his book, and you, with yours. But it quickly became apparent that neither one of you could ignore the elephant in the room.
“Given the circumstances…” Cyno spoke first, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I believe it’s best to be direct.”
Hearing this, you pulled your eyes away from the book in your hands, bracing yourself for what you believed to be inevitable, bad news.
“It’s not that your feelings aren’t reciprocated.” He continued, a bit too forthright. “I merely felt it would be unfair to you if I responded. If it was just a crush, naturally I assumed those feelings would fade until you found someone else.”
Wait… what did he just say…?
Your eyes widened at his blatant confession and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before twisting into that of annoyance.
“You don’t get to decide that for me.” You muttered, folding your arms across your chest. Any embarrassment you held before was now replaced by annoyance. “I’m plenty capable of making decisions for myself.”
“You’re right.” He admitted, eyes growing soft. “But knowing you, you’d march forward before even stopping to think of the implications. I spend most of my time in Sumeru now, so – ”
“For someone so rational, you’re so… so ignorant.” You cut him off, sighing in exasperation and slouching over in your chair as you massaged your temples. “I didn’t care about any of that…”
You were not expecting a warm pair of arms to wrap around your shoulders.
“I know.” Cyno’s voice came as a whisper from beside your ear. “I misjudged.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the warmth of his body behind yours. Slowly, you brought your hands to touch the tan arms which lay draped over you.
“We can try, if you’d like. Though the distance would be challenging.” He spoke, resting his chin lightly on your head.
“Are you saying I can’t come with you?”
Momentarily perplexed, Cyno pulled away from you. It was as though the thought never even occurred to him. “I didn’t think you would want to.”
You rolled your eyes at this and tugged on the ear of his hood, earning yourself a glare from the silver-haired man. “There you go again, making assumptions.”
“Tomorrow then.” He spoke, but this time a rare half-smile graced his features. “We’ll go to Sumeru.”
And as your face lit up in excitement, Cyno could swear he felt fluttering in his stomach.
In truth, the distance made it easy for him - easy to forget the emotions you welled up inside him each time the two of you crossed paths.
But when you were here, in the flesh before him, emotions he thought he could will away surged forth like a geyser.
This wasn’t fair to you.
This was something he continually told himself as he toiled away in his research.
This wasn’t fair to you.
He told himself as he trudged through the harsh sandstorms of Sumeru.
But this wasn’t fair to you either.
He finally realized, as he continually pushed away his feelings for you, he in turn, dismissed yours.
So he would push his feelings away no longer.
Tenderly, he grasped your hand in his as he leaned down towards you, slowly closing the distance between your lips. As they met in a gentle kiss, you could feel the beginnings of tears well up in your eyes. If this was a dream, you prayed you would never wake up.
But you knew this was far from a dream. The way his arms wrapped around you and the feeling of his body against yours was too real.
And as you pulled away and peered into his orange-red eyes with a smile, you couldn't help but think about how beautiful he looked, illuminated by the dim glow of the candlelights.
Cyno × GN!Reader for @/almondoufu and @/ohmykazuha's secret santa (first draft version)
To my elf, @constellarations
Merry Christmas☃️🎄
The academia wasn't a place for festivities. It just didn't fit in - what with the constant researching of scholars, there was never any time to celebrate. Such was the case for Cyno, whom despite being arguably one of the most brilliant minds Sumeru had seen, was still toiling away at proving whatever new theory he had.
You sat at a corner of his study, quietly trying to read some of his books. You would've asked him to join you for the holiday season had it not been for the earlier incident.
~
A trio of young scholars, fresh in the academy, had approached him, hoping to invite him for a Christmas dinner. Cyno, who'd been concentrating on getting the precise measurements in his latest concoction, had snapped at them for the intrusion. Granted, he didn't yell - he never yelled - but the icy, curt tone he'd used was indicative enough of his displeasure at being disturbed. The students had fled the study, tail between their legs, all but whimpering at the menacing aura he was unwittingly radiating.
~
And so you sat in silence, knowing your pining heart wouldn't survive if he'd shunned you the same way. There was just something so captivating about his amber eyes and the way they narrowed with such laser sharp focus; a part of you wished he'd study you with as much dedication until you realised you'd most likely be reduced to a mess by the intensity of his gaze.
"If you're uncomfortable, speak up."
"I'm fine, I just-" He cut you off and began setting his things aside, clearing up his workspace. When you asked him what he was doing, he simply responded that he was taking you out.
"And for your sake, calm your blush or you might burn up." If not for your haste in turning away to hide your face from him, you would've seen his smirk at your flustered expression.
~
You couldn't believe he dragged you out just to look at stars. The same Cyno who sent others on their way when they interrupted his research had put his own analysis on hold to go star gazing with you. You had wanted to tell him it was late, and that the both of you had things to do at the academy the next day, but when his hand subconsciously found yours as he sat beside you as you stood, all thoughts of leaving were quickly shunned and locked up tight as you thanked the dark cover of night for hiding the way your face practically glowed.
"Aren't you going to sit with me?" he queried, fixing his steadfast gaze on you. You felt your heart stop, as though his gaze was an arrow impaling you, stealing your breath from your lungs. Clearing your throat, you mumbled out a soft "no", stumbling over your explanation that you disliked sitting on the grass.
With a soft hum, he rose to his feet. He swiftly removed his cloak laying it out on the grass like a mat. "Now you don't have to worry about the grass or its little inhabitants." He stood silently, never once looking away from you until you were forced to break eye contact.
"Then where will you sit?" you asked in an attempt to divert his attention. There was some sort of guilt that came from taking his cloak for yourself even if he had offered. "I can't just take your cloak and let you sit on the grass," you continued. You looked around in a last ditch effort, knowing full well there was nothing else you could use.
"If you're that insistent on it, I'll sit with you."
You were too stunned to speak as he pulled you down by the hand to sit beside him on his cloak, his hand around your waist to keep you from sitting on the grass. His thigh was pressed against yours, and you could've sworn you stopped breathing when he leaned closer to you, whispering random facts about the stars so he wouldn't disturb the peaceful silence of the night.
You were practically fighting yourself internally to stay calm and focus on what he was telling you. When you finally managed to get a reasonably clear head, you found him looking at you. Laughing nervously, you asked him if there were any other stars he knew the meaning to. He smiled softly and laid his head on your shoulder.
HOLY CRAP I JUST FINISHED IT (i was playing geenshin) AND THIS WAS SO GOOD OMG I LOVE IT I LOVE CYNOT HANK YOU SO MUCHH AHHHH HES SO CUTEEE AHSDFIUHGIH
gorou soulmate au!! secret santa gift for @haliya-mori , i apologize in advance for the lack of quality... ;;
pairing: gorou x gn!reader
warnings: gore, violence (war), implied death, archon story spoilers? (the resistance), mc has a cryo vision, mentions of blood
notes: eifjiejfiejrigjeifjs
soulmate au: when you make eye contact with your soulmate, your vision bursts with color.
“I-It’s cold…”
“I know.” Gorou’s ears flick, gritting his fanged teeth. But we must keep going. For our freedom. For Her Excellency. His troops are trailing behind him, they trust him, they trust me.
But I do not trust myself. The general looks back, they are shivering, his people are shivering. The world is dull, and the air reeks of carnage. This is war. The war between mortality and immortality, between humans and eternity. I will breach the barrier. He growls. I will breach it, until it no longer exists.
Why must his soldiers suffer the wrath of an archon? The wind carries the scent of rain, and Gorou immediately turns out. His comrades are first — always. No matter what.
“Seek shelter! There is a storm incoming!” Two storms. One made of rain and thunder, the other made of weapons and people.
They scramble. Gorou knows each and every one of their names, their hometowns — if it was not in the Sangonomiya territory. He knows, and he carries their will, their future.
“General Gorou!” One of them, Teppei, exclaims. He is new, it is obvious in his fear-stricken eyes and shaky handling of his spear. “Shall we build a fire?”
The general’s — colored eyes, flicker over to the clouds. They smell earthy, freshly, dangerously.
“Only build a small fire, but put it out after you get warmed up.” He feels his tail swishing slowly. “If it burns for too long, the enemy will be able to see the smoke.”
“Yes, sir!” Teppei salutes, before running back. Gorou sighs, overlooking his men before sitting down, lacing his fingers together as he hunches over.
The grass is… nothing. Gorou has heard that it’s a color called “green”, but he has never seen such a hue. His world is dull. Why would there be vibrancy in war, anyway? The blood of his fallen comrades is the same color as water, he cannot tell the difference, even though he should, he should.
Where are you? He has long given up on looking for his soulmate, at least, after the war started. He doesn’t remember life before the war, he doesn’t want to. Peace will never come for a warrior, only silence. The yells of his soldiers, the clanging of metal, it all resounds in his dreams. An endless timpani drum, a gong to reality.
I want to see color. Gorou has heard from his lucky men that his eyes are a brilliant shade of blue. What is blue? He brushes his hand over the grass. It is nothing, his hand is nothing. He is nothing in the midst of a cyclone.
I want to see you. He wonders what his soulmate is like. Are they nice? They better be — Gorou wouldn’t be able to stand someone who is mean to his men. His ears subconsciously flick, and the hairs on his neck and tail rise.
The storm is here. He feels it. The thunder of the Earth is here, and the thunder of the Shogun is yet to come. I’m sure they’ll attack during the rain. He stands up. That’s just how Kujou Sara is.
“Do not lower your guard!” He announces, hands on his hips. His… ‘blue’ eyes flicker over to the campfire that has been lit. “Warm yourselves up. We have a war to fight!”
—
“Are you sure this is it?” Asks [Name], who is, playing Tic-Tac-Toe by themselves on the beach’s sand. This is totally anticlimactic! They glance up. Where’s the battling? The excitement?
“I assure you, this is where the map marks.” Their companion, Kaedehara Kazuha, is too used to their antics to say anything. “Stay vigilant, [Name]. We do not know when they will strike.”
“Okay.” [Name] stood up, stretching their arms.
Kazuha took a deep breath. This was the part where [Name] would sa—
“Soo… where’s the battle?”
He closed his eyes, mentally applauding himself. “Soon. This is where the resistance and the Shogun’s army will meet up. We are just here in advance. You should not rush the rotation of the Earth, [Name].”
[Name] sat back down again, continuing their one-man game of Tic-Tac-Toe.
Kazuha, too, has never seen color before. If he did, his haikus would be filled with the descriptions of colors for decades. [Name] shivers. I’m glad he hasn’t, honestly.
The two wanderers were content with not being able to see color. The world was still beautiful, even if it was simply black and white (that’s what Beidou described it as. Lucky captain met her soulmate in Liyue).
“Bummer.” [Name] grins, sparing a glance towards the man before ushering him over to where they sat in the sand.
“Wanna play Tic-Tac-Toe with me?”
—
The sound of the soggy sand was not very pleasing.
Gorou ran quickly through the barraging thunder, his men following suit. This is where Kazuha should be. His ears twist and turn to their greatest lengths, trying to distinguish something beyond the rain. His vision… his eyes, are of no use to him. They see, but cannot pick up each individual color. Everything is a shape, there is no beauty.
This war is essential. Every battle, every inch of land, it will be accounted for in the factor towards victory or defeat. Her Excellency has a section prepared for this. He opens a small notebook mid-run. Passage 52: Beach Terrain.
Keep a supply of fresh water near. Do not cross the river to meet your enemy, wait for half of their army to get across before launching an attack. Gorou hastily shields the pages with his hand. Water fills every crevice of the world. He manages to squeeze in the last line before closing the book.
The difference between life and death is between freshwater and saltwater sources. Gorou averts his eyes from the ocean. Great. Gorou remembers much of Her Excellency’s writings, but they all seem to leave his mind when in the midst of a battle.
Kazuha. He continues his search, there are people in the distance. It’s the Shogun’s army.
“Prepare to fight!” He yells, his throat no longer hurts, he is running on adrenaline while he is running with his feet. Where is he? Where is the other person he said he’d bring? Every vision counts, every man does too. They all matter to him, anyway.
The world is dull. Gorou takes out his bow, flaring his nose slightly. I must prepare for the scent of blood. He raises his weapon as some of his men charge forward. One eye closes, and he hones in on the distant figures.
This is war. The general subconsciously bares his teeth. They are sharp, but he cannot bite. Today, I might die.
—
“They have arrived. Prepare your will and your weapon.” Kazuha stands up, unsheathing his sword. [Name] follows, albeit, too lax for the wanderer’s liking.
“Are you going to take out your spear?”
[Name] grins. “Yep.”
Kazuha’s irises flicker to the vision on their neck. It has a cryo emblem screwed onto it, far below the transparent exterior. It’s supposed to be blue. He wonders what color his own vision was.
“Goodbye, Kazuha,” they say, seriously. They are serious — he is, too. This is life or death, one of them may not be returning to this same shore. This Tic-Tac-Toe shore.
“Goodbye, [Name]. See you soon,” he adds. He adds the ‘see you soon’ part in order to reassure his own mind. ‘I will be back’ he tells himself—but will he? He hopes so. This life is far too gorgeous to stop living.
“Of course.” [Name] does a two-fingered salute. They’re smiling, but it doesn’t reach their eyes. The samurai contemplates whether or not he’ll ever be able to see its color.
—
There are cries, and yells, and screams. Gorou knows these sounds, he’s far too attuned to them for his liking. This is for freedom. He repeats over and over, freedom, freedom. His muscle-memory does everything for him. Arrows are fired, his vision charges. We will win. It is not false hope. It is the truth.
Wisps of wind brush through his ears. Kazuha? There’s also something cold. He hopes that the source is on the resistance’s side, and not the Shogun’s. The smell of blood is back, but he cannot see it. It’s water. It’s water. Blood is not red, like the elderly couples say, blood is nothing.
Everything goes by so slowly yet so quickly. His men writhe in agony, but so do the Shogun’s. Stay alive. Stay alive, he chants to no archon. There is no archon left for him. Stay alive so you too can see color! He notices that boy — Teppei, on the ground. He’s clutching his side, but he’s still putting up a fight with his spear high in the air.
He’s a warrior. They all are. Not anybody can fight in a war, not anybody can keep doing it after one battle. These men are all exceptional. He glances over and notices a stranger. They wield a spear and seem to be freezing some of the Shogunate soldiers. You, who are you?
As if they could sense his stare, they looked back up at him.
Everything exploded. Nothing became everything, his world was no longer dull. The general stumbled back, eyes wide — were they blue?! He darted around anxiously, bow still firing as he aimlessly stared at his enemies.
They wore … uniforms. The uniforms were something — they were no longer nothing. What color was this? He glances up at the sky. He’s heard the sky was blue, but right now, he hopes that blue is not the color of those clouds. They are dull and dark.
The clouds were the color his world was, before he saw them. Who are they? He glances back, they’re gone. Of course. He grits his teeth. This is war.
Stay alive — you! His tail swishes back and forth, his ears flickering back and forth uncontrollably. A growl escapes his throat, and his canines finally bite. It reeks. The Shogunate soldiers are retreating, they do not have Kujou Sara with them today. He curls his fingers. That is probably why they are running.
“General Gorou!” A familiar voice yells. They are all familiar, for they are all his men. The general is too lost in his thoughts, examining each and every one of his soldiers with the widest smile imaginable. His canines are showing, his tail wagging. This is embarrassing. But it is them, these are his troops.
“They have retreated!” His throat still does not hurt. His adrenaline has yet to wear off. “We will stand guard here for a few days before returning to the shrine!”
“Yes, sir!”
—
“[Name].” Kazuha deadpanned for the nth time today. The said individual was busy admiring themselves in the pond, tracing their finger through their cheeks and lips.
“Kazuha.” [Name] stands up. “What color are my eyes?”
He blinks once, then twice. “Surely you are not asking me such a question?”
“But I am?”
“[Name], I have yet to experience color.” He strikes a ghost of a grin. “Surely you haven’t forgotten life for us lowly ones at the bottom?”
“Hey! I did not!” Their accused expression morphs into a strict one. “I’m just so very… colorful.”
They grinned, and Kazuha resisted the urge to turn around and walk away.
“Haha.”
“I know, wasn’t that so funny?”
—
Gorou wove through the crowds of his soldiers. His eyes were so fixated on the blades of grass, and the speckles of rain. I can see blood. He shivers, red was a ferocious color, but it was devastatingly beautiful.
He remembers their face, and the cryo vision on their neck. [Surname] [Name]. His tail is, regrettably, wagging passionately.
“Gorou.” A wisp of the wind tickles his ear. He turns around, and there is Kazuha. He’s calm, and his clothes are red, but it is not devastating. He is the crimson side of peace, the opposite of blood.
“Kazuha! It’s good to see you!”
The general instantly notices that same person from before, [Name]. It’s [Name], it’s them, the person who brought his dull world color. It’s beautiful. They’re beautiful. He examines them closely. He’s lucky.
“Oh, it’s Mr. Soulmate.” They hold their hand out, and Gorou gazes at it in confusion.
“A handshake. You grab my hand and shake it lightly,” they explain, waiting for his own callused hands to meet theirs.
He nods stiffly, holding his own hand out. I’m sweating— AH! I’M SWEATING!
Gorou quickly wipes his hand on his leg before grabbing onto [Name]’s palm. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Gorou!”
—
[Name] is many things. Gorou has only known them for a few days, but he knows that, as fate had planned, they are the one.
War is inevitable. The general doesn’t like war, even though his occupation relies on it. He longs for a day where he can simply reside in the countryside with a fishing rod and sunhat, throwing bait into the ocean instead of his arrows.
“Is there a reason why you’ve joined this war?” Gorou glances over to [Name]. Their eyes are pretty. He muses silently, expectantly waiting for their answer.
“No.” [Name] looks away. Gorou wonders why, but they are speaking faster than he can get his words out.
“I wanted an opportunity to go beyond the restraints of my parents,” [Name] pauses, “they’re back in Liyue.”
“Why?”
[Name] stops moving, and Gorou does, too. He freezes, the subconscious wag of his tail when they’re around — also, stops.
“I’m tired.”
He perks up. “Oh! You’re right, we should head back to cam—”
“No.” There’s a bittersweet smile on [Name]’s face, as if they were reminiscing a memory. “I was… tired. I just…” Their expression is fatal to his heart, and he already regrets asking. Don’t force yourself. His throat hurts, but he didn’t even yell that much today.
“I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’m kind of lame, so—”
“It’s okay.”
Gorou’s eyes widened at his own response. “I mean, wait, it’s not okay to be burnt out— but like, it’s okay to feel that way and—”
[Name] laughs, and for a second, Gorou wonders if this is his future. The war — one day, it too, will be a memory. And then what? Will he live the rest of his days on Sangonomiya Island? As much as he appreciates Her Excellency, the cakes on this island were not as magnificent as back in Inazuma City.
“Gorou,” [Name] says, and he shuts up. For real, this time. His stomach flutters, and even his ears seem to freeze in order to hear what [Name] has to say.
“Yes?” His voice is meek, and he flushes at the sound of it. I sound totally dumb right now! He hopes [Name] won’t make fun of him for it later.
“Thank you. For everything.”
—
“[Name].” Gorou is awfully used to saying their name, he finds himself always having it in the back of his throat. His throat, which is now suffering from the repercussions of his robust commands and booming voice.
“Gorou.” [Name] doesn’t look up — they’re too busy doodling a snowman in the sand. It’s a sandman. He suppresses a grin.
“Once the war is over…” He knows he is speaking boldly, and there’s a higher chance that they may not make it out alive than the chance of the war ending, “would you—”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t even know what I was going to say?”
“It doesn’t matter.” [Name] still doesn’t tear their eyes from their doodle. “We are bound together. By colors.”
The world was dull. It’s dull, it was — it’s no longer dull, it’s beautiful. They, they are beautiful. But wait—
“Gorou.”
[Name] no longer waits for him to respond. They know him well enough, so well, that the flick of his ears and the shake of his tail is enough for them to understand. Reds, oranges, pinks… They are gorgeous. Of course, of course they are. He was also… gorgeous. We are bound together.
“We will be okay.”
He nods, his bashful smile turning into a determined grin. Of course. If not, what are we?
It’s warm. He notices. It’s warm, you’re warm. I’m warm. There are butterflies, and they no longer remain in his stomach alone.
“Yeah.” He curls his fingers, the knuckles of his hand turning white. “We will.”
When do you want your secret santa fic? Like, a posting date
(don't worry about rushing me, I finished it. Just wanted to know when you wanted it)
omg... uh... WELL IM KIND OF IMPATIENT HAHA BUT if possible cld u post it as early as u can? uhm... hehe... but i dont know the exact secret santa due dates (i finished mine too but idk when to post!!) so ... yea... SORRY I DONT HAVE AN EXACT ANSWER im so excited to see what uve written :DDD
very swag. very cool. i like it but i kind of hate the thought of sitting on grass (cuz what if there's bugs...) oh and i'm easily scared at night. bUT IN GENERAL: YES!!
I'm gonna list a few questions, I'm sorry for bothering you
How easily flustered are you?
Are you the bashful or flirtatious type around your crush etc?
How big are you on PDA?
1. on a scale of 1-10. i am a 9. i also turn super red when i laugh or get embarrassed
2. i'm kind of bashful but also if they flirt with me irl i usually swear at them... but online i'm more confident so i also . swear . but SOMETIMES, i will return the flirt
3. i'm okay with pda but the most is probably only pinky linking
