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Here it is dear 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, the first fanfic on the Chapter's Will collection. As mentioned in the title and collection, this story will have a series of chapters regarding a certain story.
Read the 1st chapter right underneath the moon, and I hope you expect to see the rest of where this story goes. Have fun, dear 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼.
Apologies for the edits, I realized my quality of work was not up to par with my standards. So I recently edited a newer version which I hope you all enjoy. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Thank you for being patient, (02/20/24)
“You are quite formidable.”
Cyno said with no hesitation, as he and the woman he fought stood face-to-face. Well, face-to-chest, but Cyno is not one to disrespect a potential-rival. Though being formidable is a far cry from their current situation.
He had gone on patrol by the outskirts of Aaru village. By the request of Candace, he was tracking down another ring of Eremites that were suspected to have illegal trades in their hands. He also needed to keep an eye out for certain individuals in the area. And he did. He had found a woman wandering the dunes with her hood up and spear in her grip. She was talking with whom he thought was a downed civilian and he engaged in combat to save them. By the end of it, he realized the woman he attacked was not a specific suspect of the case and the civilian was actually an Eremite she apprehended.
He brushes off the sand from his arms and clothings. Eyeing the woman as she too brushed off the remaining sand on her. He observes her from head to toe dressed differently from his own and to the civilians and residents of Sumeru. A tube-like top that accentuates her healthy chest and her tight-fitting pants that curves around her thighs. Her shoes were high heels that sunk in the sand dunes. He supposes that while they may not be suited for the terrain, it pairs well for her towering height. The last clothing article on her was the hood it was still up, covering her face from the world.
She chuckles, “Why thank you, dear General.” Somehow her voice did not grate his ears nor seemed foreign to his taste. It was soothing and enrapturing. “When you approached me with a spear taller than yourself, I had expected a… different opponent. Though for someone very short, you are also quite “formidable” in my standards.”
Cyno’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly, “My… short stature shouldn’t dictate your opinion of me.” She laughed like he had joked about the seriousness of what had happened. “I am well aware,” She said, she brushes off the last grains of sand on her skin and throws her hood back. Revealing an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty that he can’t help but be amazed by her. He quickly reassesses her again and he makes a quick judgment that this person is not from Sumeru.
His attention was shortly interrupted by a friendly smile and a vision of her voluptuous cleavage. “However, I am just saying that you are far better than the others who fought me in the past.” She said, her smile shifting to a sly grin enough to make the weakest swoon over her beauty.
And Cyno is not one to lie, but he too is a weak man, but not weak enough to keel over.
“Is that so…”
Cyno mulls over her words once and twice before he nods. “Well then, I am honored that I have garnered your respect.” He says and the girl before her laughs again, her laugh sounds like the waterfalls near the city. Fearless and carefree. “Although I would love to continue with this… banter we have created, would you mind giving me a name to a potential partner?”
“I go by many names, General, but I will give you the liberty of using (Y/n).”
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As the sun sets, Cyno invites (Y/n) to his temporary home in Aaru Village. With the desert finally cooling from the sun’s burning gaze, the moon lets itself be known to soothe the burns. Then the darkness of the desert brings the dangers tenfold from the daytime. The cold that seemed to engulf people in its frosty hold.
Cyno leads (Y/n) insides, propping his spear by the entrance and taking off his footwear. He can hear Tighnari’s face judging him for wearing so-called shoes that don’t even cover the soles of his feet. “Please make yourself at home, I will fetch us some drinks to cool down.” He can hear her footsteps follow him through the entrance. He can see by the corner of his eye how she carefully makes her way with him to the open kitchen. Gesturing to the living room space, she sits herself comfortably on the cushions.
He quickly grabs a pitcher and fills it up with water. He rinses out two glasses from storage and turns them upside down. “Here,” He sets the tray on the coffee table , “I brought refreshments. We just faced each other in combat in the desert, I know exactly how exhausting that makes you.”
“Thank you, General Mahama-.”
“Please, just call me Cyno.”
“… Fufu~. Alright, Cyno.”
Cyno pours the two glasses full of water. He carefully hands one to (Y/n) who accepts the water. Cyno watches as the water slowly dwindles to nothing in the glass as he lets (Y/n) drink the glass empty. “Now, why don’t we get straight to the point.” She gives another sly smile at him. She sets the glass down on the table, leaning over it to be just a breath away from his face. “Being forward is a quality I look for in others, Cyno.”
Cyno clears his throat, “Good. I- huh?”
Surprise flutters through his blood as (Y/n) abruptly stands and skirts around the coffee table in favor of dropping herself on his lap. He stares at those captivating (e/c) eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief, and something that desired more than words can describe. “Is something wrong Cyno? Do you not like my greeting?” Her voice is laced with that same playfulness as he stumbles on his words, trying to find the right ones to piece together. “No. no… I did not realize that this was a… greeting. I understand that customs may vary and I intend on reciprocating them.” Cyno might just go crazy with how he can feel her weight and the heat between them intensifies. This position is too.. inappropriate for his taste but there was guilt for being unrefined in greeting them back. “Apologies, I- I just didn’t mean to be rude…”
“Rude?”
(Y/n) leaned towards him again, her chest seemed to be taller and towered over him. Making herself as comfortable as possible as his face is engulfed in the softest and safest place in her chest. He feels a blush creeping up and possibly exploding on his face as he tries and fails to avoid being too handsy and comfortable. He feels her own soft hand, unlike a warrior, grab his hands to surround her in a hug. His arms unwillingly wrap themselves around her waist as he looks up at her with a red tint staining his cheeks. “Um..” He stammers through the embarrassment and his pride as a general suddenly crumbles beneath her touch.
“My, my~. Such a cute General…”
Cyno feels the heat just engulf his face. Cyno feels a sense of deja vu in his bones. This seems pretty similar to an incident a few years ago with a certain senior of his. He does not know what to do next besides let himself melt into the comfortable embrace of this strange woman he came across. He lets her pet his hair and keep him safe in his arms.
… ‘Such a strange woman.’ He thought as his eyes grew heavy from exhaustion. He felt himself slowly nod off to the gentle hums of a distant tune. Before he knew it, he was out like a light to the dark night approaching the desert.