This Is So Beautiful And I’m Crying

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Albedo x GN!Reader

[Genshin Masterlist]

word count: 2.1k

summary: Over the course of a seemingly menial day, Albedo finally realises that he's in love with you.

warnings: none! just sheer, tooth-rotting fluff. this has however just been word vomited with no beta so <33

this fic absolutely ran away with me, it was only meant to be the rain scene and then whoops i had 2k words written 😭😭 i just get,,,, very soft for Albedo, apparently. also sof if u see this i pushed to get this finished quicker for u so u could read it ❤

"We're going to get soaked," Albedo complained as you tugged on his hand, pulling him out of his office. He didn't try to let go, though, willingly following you regardless. He would have followed even if you were leading him straight into hellfire. 

"It'll be fun, I promise!" You beamed, a bounce in your step as you guided your partner outside.

The rain was pouring down heavily and Albedo sighed as the front of his hair was almost immediately flattened into his eyes, obscuring his sight. You hadn't fared as well either, but you were already mostly waterlogged from travelling to see him in the first place so it hadn't been as extreme of a difference. 

With heavy hands, he pushed his hair out of his face, letting it slick back against the sides rather than remaining plastered across his forehead. You were already lost in yourself a little further ahead of him, the enthusiasm never once leaving your steps as you bounded through the soaking streets of Mondstat with a gentle laugh. 

Albedo's feet sank against the drenched stone paving, little splashes of water flicking out under the soles of his boots. He spent a moment observing the way that the droplets rippled out from one another, some constructively interfering and causing larger splashes, some pattering out quickly into nothingness. For a while, he was lost in thought as he followed after you, until you finally snapped him back to reality with a little wave of your hand in front of his face.

"We're here," you declared triumphantly, gesturing out into the open space around you. 

You'd taken him all the way towards the cathedral, to the wide open square that housed the towering statue of Barbatos. He noted that the rainwater was cascading heavier from between the open palms of the statue, causing louder and larger splashes on the ground below. You didn't seem to care, eagerly running around in the space with a gleeful whoop as you splayed your arms out in the air and simply just enjoyed the time you were having. 

The downpour hadn't once cleared up and Albedo was certain that you'd have some serious drying off to do in front of a warm fire later to avoid catching a cold. Not that he couldn't just make up a few concoctions to make you feel better if you did get sick, but he decided he'd rather avoid the probability entirely. 

Almost as if to prove his point, a significantly large gathering of water sloshed unceremoniously down from the top of the statue and plopped tremendously atop your unsuspecting head. You let out a yelp of surprise, somehow now even more impossibly soaked through than you already were.

It surprisingly didn't change just how stunning you looked in the moment, though. If anything, the glistening droplets of rain reflecting in the fragments of light peeking through the grey clouds overhead gave you an extra layer of etheralism that had him close to blushing. 

"You're beautiful." He couldn't help himself from making the comment. It was an astute observation, like everything else he had noticed on the walk there. You really were the most breathtaking person he knew, so why wouldn't he let you know?

"Flatterer," you laughed, moving back over to him only to scoop his hands into yours. "Dance with me?" 

"Of course," he obliged. 

Sure, there was no music. That hadn't stopped you before so it certainly wouldn't stop him now.

Albedo wasn't necessarily adept with the concept of dancing, at least not in the traditional sense. His years of training as a swordsman had helped his footwork, naturally, so it wasn't possible for him to falter too badly. It had been a while since he had had a partner as proficient as you, though. Klee managed to keep him on his toes- literally sometimes- by insisting he teach her how to dance and then proceeding to simply drag him around the room a few times, but it was nothing compared to genuinely trying to dance with another person. 

"You don't need to be perfect at this, you know," you let out a laugh as he tried to lead you in a slow waltz. 

"I am aware," he admitted. "But you deserve nothing less."

"Just let yourself have fun, Mr. Perfectionist," you grinned, switching up your movement to pull him into a twirl. 

You were leading him now, dancing him around in a circle past all the bright cecelias that were planted around the foot of the statue. They were almost as pretty to look at as you, but Albedo knew they'd never quite match your elegance and charm. Your hands placed gently on his body, one on his shoulder and the other just over his hip, felt so warm against him. It was a shocking change to the bone-chill he could sense from the damp soaking deep into every single fiber of his being. It was welcome, though, and your touch felt like home to him. 

Home.

He considered "home" to be the land he was created in, the land he no longer got to see. Home was meant to be where you were from, right? So why did you, a person who had let themselves into his life like an absolute whirlwind and consumed his entire being until you were all that was left, feel the exact same way? 

You had become a comfort, not unlike the blissful warmth of settling down before a fire deep in the harshest snowstorms that wracked through Dragonspine. Like the early dew in the morning gracing the blades of grass that Albedo did so like to sit out and sketch when the sun was just rising. You were ephemeral, fleeting, but at the same time you were strong and grounding, like an anchor keeping him steady. He never quite realised how much he liked feeling stable. 

Yet here, now, with you, he let himself enjoy it all at once. The feeling that he always felt when he was with you, that glorious encompassing feeling of home. It threatened to swallow him whole and never let him go. And he would gladly let it, without hesitation. 

He laughed. For maybe the first time that you had ever heard him do so, he let out the most genuine laugh that he ever had. The rain was still cascading down in rivers across him, forcing him to blink hard to get the water away as he threw his head back towards the sky. You watched him with keen interest for a moment, bewildered by the sudden display of emotion, but once you had settled you laughed along with him. 

Never once did you stop dancing, out in the rain like that together. You both kept going until you were too tired to move any more, until you were practically dragging yourselves back through the wet streets home. 

Home. That elusive word yet again. 

This was your house that Albedo was currently crossing through the threshold of, closing the door carefully behind him as you went ahead to start up the fireplace. It was your sofa that you piled some blankets onto, your dining chair that you slowly and cautiously spread out your soaking wet outer clothes to dry upon. 

Everything was familiar to him of course, he had been invited into your house many times even before you were courting, but it all belonged to you. It wasn't for the both of you. 

It could be, though, he let himself think. Perhaps one day, some of his paperwork could be laid upon that dining room table. The cup he usually used half to death for coffee before finally washing it out every time could be sat neatly on the countertop, perhaps next to your own. His coat could be hung up on the hook beside your front door, next to where your own currently rested. 

"-e that," you said, but he didn't quite catch it. 

When had he let himself get so lost in his own imagination around you? You really must have had such a strong effect on him, for him to even be thinking about sharing his life with you in such a way. 

"Hey, Albedo," you called out to him again. This time, he actually turned to you. 

"I'm sorry, what did you want?" 

"Give me that," you held out your hand, gesturing towards his coat. "You're still drenched, I'm not letting you stay here if you're going to drip all over my carpets."

He passed it over wordlessly, peeling the fabric back off of his arms and handing it to you. You gave him a warm smile, such a beautiful smile, one that never failed to elicit a similar one from him in response, as you moved off to hang his coat up to dry. 

It was next to yours, just as he had been imagining only seconds prior. He had to admit, they looked good together. Like they were meant to be there. 

"C'mon," you urged as you returned, ushering him back towards the sofa. 

He sat first, at your behest, and let you plonk yourself down by his side. You stayed where you were for a moment, before fidgeting and eventually shifting all the way until you had your head resting on his shoulder. 

"Your hair is still wet," he noted, which made you giggle. 

"Yeah of course it is, we were out there for like an hour." You wrapped your arms around his middle, settling down as comfortably as you could manage. 

It wasn't the first time the two of you had cuddled in such a way on your sofa (yours, not a shared entity), but this time Albedo just couldn't seem to find the right way to place his own hands. He settled, eventually, for draping one arm gently across you and using the other to hold onto the hand of yours that had come to a rest across his stomach. 

"You seem really off today Bedo," you hummed, tilting your head up to glance at him.

He met your eyes with a smile. "I'm fine, love, don't you worry."

Love. 

He hadn't ever called you that before. Why did it feel so right, now?

"Love?" You repeated, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. 

"Do you not like it?" He asked, suddenly wondering if he had said something wrong. Before you, he never would have been so worried about something so small.

"No, I," you hesitated. "I love it."

"Was that meant to be a joke?" Albedo mused, moving to press a kiss to your forehead. He wasn't sure what had compelled him to do that right then and there but it just felt right.

Felt. Feelings were difficult, a concept that Albedo knew about in abundance- but still could never quite grasp. Even though he knew he was happy with you, happy interacting with you in a more-than-platonic manner, he never seemed to get a decent understanding of how he felt about you. You had told him several times how he made you feel, not to the point of saying those specific little three words, but it was close enough. He knew you cared for him, deeply at that. Why else would you have been so patient with him all this time?

"I love you," he uttered out at last, after what felt like he was thinking for hours. Really, it had likely not been much longer than a few seconds.

You stopped what you were doing, mindlessly twining and unlocking your fingers with his, to gaze up into his eyes. The slight part of your lips expressed your shock brilliantly as you stuttered to try and get a response out. 

"I love you too," you replied at last, after fumbling around the words for a while. "I love you so much, you don't even know."

"I think I can imagine," Albedo smiled, leaning down to pull you into a searing kiss.

Yes. Love was definitely what he felt. There was no other way to describe it, the overwhelming feeling he got whenever he looked at you. The feeling that desperately ached in his chest whenever you weren't around him. It was the feeling that made him want to stay there like that with you for an eternity, even despite the inclination to keep working on his research. It was the feeling of the first day of spring after a perilous winter, of the very first leaves tumbling off of their trees in autumn. 

The feeling of home. 

And he wanted to make a home with you, no matter what.

the first time I missed you

GE Saeran X Reader. For my beloved (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) anon.

When everything was over, you breathed in deep and thought from now on, I’m never going to be sad.

That day, the air smelled like dew on freshly cut grass and you looked up at the sky the way he’d taught you and felt sure you’d only ever be happy from then on. You squeezed his hand and didn’t even make a wish, because you didn’t have to.

You believed it with your whole heart.

Now, you lay in bed with the sheets all rumpled and press your palm to your aching eyes and feel foolish for ever thinking that way. In a moment of transcendence, the world slows and everything feels bright—but life isn’t that way all the time.

Even when life is good—and your life is very good—sometimes you are all alone in bed and the room is too hot and too cold all at once and your heart feels like an open wound.

There’s something about nighttime. During the day, being by yourself isn’t so bad: you like to wander in the tall grass around your strange, bulletproof home and smell the summer air and think about the future. You don’t mind sending him off with a kiss as long as you know the sun will still be up when he returns.

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Hi this is bout to be so weird cuz it’s my first time doing this can I do this in anonymous phoned not thats alright as well you can ignore it then :) no hard feelings butt can I have a reading of fate with kazuha pls

Thank you (and it’s very much ok if you choose not to answer this) anddd have a good day / night

Wheel of Fortune (new beginnings), Lovers (true love), Emperor (rev) (misunderstandings) :: kazuha x gn reader | Destined Fate

warnings: enemies to lovers, chasing, pinned to ground (reader), kissing (consensual)

“Stop right there!” You shouted through the turbulent wind. It had picked up so suddenly but you knew why without question. There was only one vision user who could manipulate the wind as easy as the leaf falls from the tree. 

Your legs had grown heavier in the chase but you couldn’t stop. Not until you captured what continuously eluded you. So, as you were trained to do, you squinted against the intensity of the sun and pushed further, faster, harder until your bounty came into sight. 

“KAEDEHARA KAZUHA!” The sound of your voice echoed across the cliff side, it spilled into the sea as your feet kicked up the sand beneath you. The samurai glanced your way, a devilish grin on his face. The sight of it made your heart pound, made your throat tighten, your chest constrict. He leapt over a pile of driftwood and you watched him float back down with ease. He was by far the most graceful person you’d ever met but instead of using his skills for a valuable purpose, he was on the opposite side. A side that ignored your sworn loyalty, a side against you. 

Suddenly, a gust of wind came hurtling toward you, slowing you down. You dropped to your knee and shielded your face with your arms. Pellets of stand stung your skin but you paid them no mind because as soon as the onslaught dissipated you were dashing forward with more determination than before. 

A flash or red caught your attention. It slipped behind an abandoned fishing shack just by the waters edge. Obviously the little stunt Kazuha pulled was to give him enough time to disappear from your sight but you were far to skilled to be bested by something as trivial as sand. You came to a steady jog, then a quick step until you pulled out your weapon and began to investigate. It was quiet, save for the push and pull of the waves and the irregular call of the birds flying above you. Today you would win, today you’d capture the elusive wind. 

Where are you ... You wondered as you peered around the edge of the shack, as you looked in the windows only to find sea creatures capable of making their way on land crawl around inside. Squinting, you turned to look out across the empty beach. There must be tracks somewhere, but knowing Kazuha he erased those with a wave of his hand. 

With a heavy huff, you jumped off the side of the deck, your feet sinking into the ground below. In the shade you found reprieve but you couldn’t rest until you finished your ---

Wind, sand, weight hit you all at once until you found yourself laying on the mixing warm and cold sand and your eyes came into contact with the man you were trying to find. 

“Hello there.” Kazuha’s voice spilled around you like a sweet perfume. It wrapped you up, trapped you, and kept you hostage. It didn’t help that his hands had found your wrists and were holding them steady, or that his weight kept you beneath him exactly as he planned. You fell for his trap, as you had many many times before. 

“Kazuha --” You glared at him, shifted under him but he simply laughed at your pitiful attempts.

“As it seems, I have bested you yet again, yoriki.” The title slipped from his lips and made you grimace. It was common for citizens to refer to you that way, but when he used it, it was like a poison. A reminder of the sides the two of you stood on. 

“You played dirty.” 

“How is that?” 

“I had you earlier but you weren’t honorable in my win. So this doesn’t count.” 

“Enlighten me, how was I so dishonorable?” Kazuha leaned down and you felt the heat from the sun spill over your chest. His face inching closer and closer to your own while your heart began to beat so wildly you thought it would pound straight through your ribcage. 

“You ...”

“I ...” You could practically feel his breath on your lips with how close he’d become. This was exactly like before and it wasn’t fair how easily he could manipulate you with just this much. 

“... cheating ...” 

“Is that what you call it?” Kazuha whispered before he pressed his lips to yours. The feeling sent a shockwave through you and although you struggled against him it was only so you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. To feel even more attached to the man who had captured your heart. 

When he finally pulled away you were floating like driftwood on the sea and with every additional, tender, affection he pressed to your face, you moved further away from solid ground. 

“What if someone sees?” You hummed as he kissed your jaw. His hand sliding down your arm while yours finally reached his chest. 

“Why do you think I had you chase me all the way out here?”

“I thought you were finally showing me your true colors.” 

“For you, I’d paint my shade any that would compliment your own.” 

Your fingers pulled as his robes, your heels dug further into the sand and you felt the tethers of your vow to the shogun loosen. “Are you always so poetic?”

“To express how one feels through prose, is there no other way to share what the heart already knows?” 

“I hate you.” 

“Tell me the ways.” He mused as his arms slipped into the sand and his lips came into contact with yours for the hundredth time. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear everything you’d worked for, all that you knew, the path you thought was chosen for you, was undoubtedly being changed at the behest of Kaedehara Kazuha and a twist of destined fate. 

Fate Made Event (May8-31) | Anthology

comfort hcs [ pt . 1 ]

characters ⊱  venti, kaeya, xiao

warnings ⊱ completely safe! please enjoy!

rating ⊱ sfw

request ⊱ “may i request literally anything with venti? my preference would be something with comfort (like healing after being sad/hurt) but honestly i’m down with anything and everything!”

author’s note ⊱  i love venti so this was nice to write LKJNSDKJNGB… i also added a couple other characters just for fun! i hope this helps anyone who needs it!

i took this the more emotional route in terms of hurt, rather than a physical one (i.e. injuries or illness) but if anyone would prefer something of that nature, please feel free to send a follow-up request! i also accept follow-up requests for any other characters for this scenario!

venti

he sees it easily, within moments; even if you think you can hide how you feel, suddenly venti has his thumbs gently caressing both of your cheekbones, looking at you with large, caring eyes, asking you if you’re alright

he handles emotions very delicately, with utmost gentleness and care; it is reflected in the way he takes care of you, in the way he immediately tucks you into his arms and sighs into your hair, trying his best to give you a physical anchor

his instinct to handle these things is physical touch

he will sing to you softly while combing his fingers against your scalp, his other hand stroking your back with a soothing, careful pace

and when his song finishes, he kisses your knuckles, and if he thinks you need another, or if you feel like you need another, then he will start another song again

wipes your tears, and he doesn’t mind if your nose gets stuffy and gross

he treats you very gently; he will clasp his arms around your shoulders and embrace you, humming and swaying until you feel better, or he will hold your hands in his own, tracing the lines of your palms while softly talking to you

tries his best not to overwhelm you with that feeling of sensory overload, so he speaks very quietly and his hands leave very light, fleeting touches

might try to cheer you up with your favorite snack or sweet, and once you start feeling a little easier, the worst of it beginning to die down, he’ll pepper you with affectionate, fleeting kisses, and squeeze you to his side to make you feel better

kaeya

his heart shatters the moment you burst into tears, don’t even get me started on when he notices you’re upset

the type to scoop you into his arms and tug you closer, holding you lightly by the shoulders to look at your face, saying, “hey, hey… it’s okay, what’s going on?”

he listens patiently to anything you have to say, even if you have nothing to say at all, stroking your head and sometimes brushing through your hair, keeping a secure arm tucked around your waist to remind you he’s there, he’s not going anywhere, you’re not alone

responds to these situations with a sense of protectiveness, like he needs to keep you safe while you’re at your most fragile, while also simultaneously feeling responsible to take care of you and share your burdens, unafraid to listen to what hurts you

not the best at advice, but he’s good at comfort; he will hold you and sigh, reminding you in gentle, kind tones the good, important things to remember and hold onto, even when the world is full of darkness and heartache

he’ll pamper you—massaging your back and shoulders, braiding or brushing your hair, soothing kisses against your skin, wrapping you securely in a thick blanket for a makeshift anxiety vest, fixing you a warm drink, cuddling you… the list goes on

as you feel a little better, he’ll start cracking some jokes and doing what he can to make you smile, all while looking at you with tender, worried eyes that speak volumes of his care and concern for you, the love of his life

xiao

he says nothing; the moment he sees the anguish in you, all he does is pull you into his chest, and let you cry it out

the way he holds you is tight, anchoring, and steady—it is like he’s keeping you here, with him, in this moment, so that way you don’t get consumed by your own pain, keeping you floating instead of falling into a deep, dark chasm of despair

he doesn’t really talk in moments like these, he mostly just touches, and always listens

(he gets fiercely protective, however, if this hurt was brought on because of another person’s actions)

does not leave your side, period. even if he’s going to the kitchen to get you water just so you stay hydrated, he’s dragging you with him, keeping you glued right up to his side, so that way he can make sure you’re okay, and that you can feel a little better by being near him

sometimes pulls back while holding you to look at your face, his hands pushing your hair back, leaning in to kiss your puffy eyelids, wiping the damp skin of your cheek

very careful with you, even when he doesn’t have to be

he will clear his throat thickly, asking you in a rough, low tone, “do… you want to talk about it?”

and if you do, he will listen. it doesn’t matter if it takes hours, it doesn’t matter if it’s complicated or simple, and it doesn’t matter if you feel like it’s the most trivial, silliest things in the world, because xiao will listen, xiao will remember, and he will vow to help you, no matter what

encourages you to take care of yourself, even if he struggles with the same issues; he guides you to drink water, he encourages you to do things to avoid getting the post-cry headache like a warm bath or taking some painrelieving medication, and he will tuck you into bed and curl around you if that’s what you need, too

insists you take a break to recover after things like these; being emotionally drained is very difficult to work through during daily life, and he knows that better than anyone

often leans his forehead against yours when he wraps you up in his arms afterward

atsumu fighting for you

it’s been five minutes since atsumu answered the door and you’re starting to get a bit worried. when he comes back into your shared bedroom, a red mark on his cheek and bruised knuckles, you can’t help but gasp and rush him to the bathroom.

“what happened? you literally only answered the door!” you exclaim, gently wiping his hand.

“it was your dumbass ex,” he mutters, eyes still filled with annoyance at the thought of them. “they said they wanted to talk to you and they wouldn’t leave. i gave them three warnings, i swear. but it came to this.”

you shake your head, looking at atsumu with a mix of love and disappointment. “never do that again.”

“no promises,” he retorts, eyes now soft as he gazed at you. “i would fight the whole damn world for you.”

send me a character + a scenario! no longer answering nsfw asks for this game!!

꩜  FEATURING  ﹕albedo x reader

𖠣   SUMMARY    ﹕you try to get your boyfriend, albedo's attention as he read books.

꩜  WARNINGS   ﹕not sfw , praising , thigh riding

you stared at albedo miserably as he worked with the pile of old and large books placed on his table. you sat on the bed, your legs formed a W position as a pout was visible on your lips. no matter what actions you took, whether you tried to act all cutesy and even tried to touch yourself in front of him, your boyfriend wouldn't even give her attention.

you understood. he was studying one of his experiments again. but this time, he was so engrossed by it that he didn't even notice the things you did just for his attention. you whined as you stood up. your foot felt the coldness of the floor as you walked towards albedo.

your eyebrows furrowed when he still didn't turn his eyes on you. you clicked your tounge as the room that was once silent was filled with a sudden slam on the table. the cause? none other than you. his eyes immediately landed at you, one of his eyebrows raising up at the unexpected action you took.

"i want you"

he placed down the book he was reading as leaned back, his hands crossing as he looked at you "oh" he cocked up a brow. "what's this?" he smirked, enjoying the view of desperation on you face. finally.

"such a pretty girl can't even keep her pussy in check."

obviously trying to tease you who was now glaring at him. well, he suppose he didn't pay that much attention to your needs for the past few days and he definitely needed to make up for that. with the your boldness obviously acting as plus points, he decided to let her be.

albedo hands patted his right lap and your eyes lit up, your eyes asked confirmation. "hurry it up before i change my mind." he demanded as he got the book he was reading a while ago as you make your way to him.

you sat her legs between his thigh and a slight moan escaped her lip, the male groaning when he had realized that you were only wearing his t-shirts and some lace undies. "get off on my thigh"

you didn't hesitate — you were so needy that even if the man asked her to beg right there, she would do it. you didn't even care that he was reading a book as you try your best to cum on his thighs. it made you even more excited when you felt his hot breath on your neck.

you moaned as you started to move up and down, rubbing your clothed clit into his thigh. his other hand slid inside you shirt, holding your waist and guiding you as you ride his thigh.

"a-ahh fuck"

his other hand held a book he continued reading, he tried his best to keep his attention on the book though he failed when a certain hand clasp around his chin and turned his faced towards her. your expression was so erotic that it can be enough to turn him on, though, he had successfully controlled himself.

albedo frowned, "pretty girl is getting a little bit too clingy, huh?"

he said as he cupped your ass with his one hand, the book it once held into now on the floor as he guided the female. you wrapped your hands around his neck as you rode his thigh. the room was filled with the sound of your skin touching and moans from the two of you.

"b-bedo" you cried out as the pace started going faster. your knees accidentally scraping in between his legs which caused him to let out a moan.

he felt his cock harden at the simple contact and it made him want to see you cum as soon as possible. he had all of it planned on his head already. to make you cum while riding his thigh and then fucking you on the bed until her head can't think of anything aside of his name anymore. he wanted to fill you with his cum and he will make sure that you will take it all in. your moans were like music to his ears.

"there there, good girl, you sound so fucking good when you moan."

numbers can't even count how many moans you let out when the man's legs started moving his legs, matching her movements. and before you knew it, you had already reached your climax. even though you still had your undies, your cum still dripped into albedo's pants.

"now now, we have to punish you for that don't we?"

@athieira

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「 FEAT : 」 Kazuha x gn! reader

「 ### : 」 Starts out a lil tense but it’s fluff !! Suggestiveness? Kissing and sort of making out?? But nothing too wild. Flirty & cocky kazuha and flirty & competitive reader !! Modern AU. 

「 CWS : 」 Use of pseudo guns & a pseudo battle but (spoiler!!) its just a rlly intense laser tag game lmao. Reader gets pinned against the wall at one point, but it’s highly implied that you could escape whenever.

Collab entry for my beloved @anantaru​ & @bluexiao​ ‘s Sweet N Spice collab ♡

also if you see me posting this like 4 days before the deadline no you dont edit: reposting this bc it wasn’t showing up in tags 💔

There is the rhythmic thump of your blood pulsing in your ears, only contested by your ragged breaths and the distant noise of laser fire. Your heart is pounding in your chest, muscles wound tight and ready to spring into action at the barest hint of danger. There is sheer adrenalin running through your veins, your fight or flight instinct not having rested ever since the threat had made itself known.

It’s darker than you would have liked, the place illuminated only by painfully bright strobing lights of different colors— every time those lights flash, you’re not sure what’s enemy fire and what isn’t. Every time, you nearly jump out of your skin.

Cautiously, you dare to peek out from behind the wall where you’ve taken shelter. The lights don’t reveal any assailants prowling in your sight, so you give yourself the space to breathe a sigh of relief. The gun in your hand, pulsing with fluorescent lights,  feels too heavy for your tired limbs. The ache only makes itself more known as the seconds tick by, and it mounts when you sneak a glance at the small screen on your forearm, where you can keep track of your comrades’ status. 

All but two names had been greyed out.

Among your teammates, Ayaka had fallen not too long ago, with Thoma also biting the dust taking revenge on her murderer. The numbers on each opposing side dwindled little by little from there, and now only Yoimiya’s and your own name remained. She had gone on her own path a while ago to deal with one of the two enemies remaining, and you suppose knowing that she isn’t yet out of the fight is reassuring. But the faint flashing light on the battery of your gun —almost out of ammunition, fuck— is enough to send a pit right back into your stomach. 

You don’t know how much longer you can keep yourself alive, barely managing to dance out of the line of fire and shooting back when you can. There might not be enough juice left in this thing, you think, swallowing. Likely not enough to last you if you ran into—

“There you are.”

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what did they say about longing? about the yearning that grips your ribcage when you stretch your arms out in bed only for your fingers to brush against the cold pillow next to you? i miss you is the one thing that echoes like a broken harp in your head, the words plastered around every corner of your brain until you see them in the walls of your home and the insides of your wrist.

oh, my dear kazuha, am i missing from you in the same sense that you are missing from me? you glance at your study desk in the corner of your bedroom, the deep mahogany wood propping up piles and piles of messily written, unsent letters. they’re addressed to the same person—the only person you’d ever bother writing a letter to—but with no destination written on the front. it’s not as though the mail man would understand where exactly to send this letter to if all you wrote on the envelope was, ‘to the wandering samurai’.

but it wasn’t kazuha’s fault for needing to answer the call of the winds, just as it wasn’t yours for needing to know how fast your heart could race with your lips on his. you initiated the love affair fully aware that your arms could never anchor him to you and though you claimed to be ready to accept whatever consequences came with it, you didn’t think the longing would be this excruciating.

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helloo!! congrats on 2k! could i request meteor + cyno for the event? possibly some forbidden love stuff… but your choice! im in the mood for angst 😈 thanks!

ahaha u wanted angst u got angst <3 this is another that got away with me, though not as much, it is 1k words hehe. thank you so very much for participating!!! btw for the sake of clarity, this is a royalty au where i have equated the matras to the royal guard <3

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Through the V.E.N, you and your beloved have caught sight of something! A meteor, in a tragic existence never destined to turn out well. In the back of your mind, a glimpse of your future with Cyno springs forth...

“My dear matra,” you complain, “won’t you humour me just this once?”

“You know that is against my status,” Cyno sighs. “I cannot.”

As the King’s only child, you were destined to be married to some other notable royal. They had been picked out since your birth, primed and ready all their lives to provide a tactical union between your families. There was nothing you could do to stop the wheel of a preordained fate from turning. 

And yet that hadn’t stopped you from harbouring an enamouration for the head of the royal guard, the General Mahamatra Cyno, who had been personally tasked with protecting you by the King himself. His eyes are kind, when turned towards you at least, and his stern demeanour is offset by how softly he speaks to you when you are alone. If you were more of a fool, you’d assume that he might just feel the same way about you. 

“How unfair.” You fold your arms against your chest, pouting out your lower lip as far as it can go. “I just wanted to hold it, you know.”

“This headdress is a symbol of my status as your guard,” Cyno objects, before pausing as the rest of your words register. “You wish to simply hold it?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I think you’ll look very pretty without it.”

He clears his throat, a telltale sign that you’ve learned over the years means you’ve successfully flustered him. “That’s rather improper of you, highness.”

And yet his polearm is finally released from his grasp, balanced up against the wall, as he reaches to remove the ornate black-and-purple headdress. Loose strands of long white hair stick up from the residual static, a little unkempt and messy, and on instinct you reach out to smooth them down for him. 

He gently grasps your wrist to stop you, keeping it raised in the air between you. There is a silent showdown for a beat as you stare at him defiantly. 

“You’re so worried about ‘impropriety’ and what people will think,” you begin, “but I fear that you have not been inconspicuous at all in the improper way I catch you looking at me when you think I am busy.”

Cyno’s eyes widen. Your arm is released. 

Taking a step closer, removing what little distance there had been left between you, you continue. “Besides, if there are no souls around to bear witness, are we really doing anything improper at all?”

There is a moment, a mere second of consideration as you lean in closer. Cyno looks as though he will turn tail and run, exit your chambers and resume his station by the door like a loyal guard should. It is the wise thing to do, you think, but certainly not what either of you seem to want. 

You are close enough now to feel his uneven breath ghost across your cheeks, to see the falter in his composure as he finally, finally, gives in. 

Cyno kisses you furtively, one hand reaching to cradle the back of your head and the other holding tight to your waist. A desperate sound escapes him as you kiss back, your arms encircling his torso and clinging to his shoulders. He tastes blissful, lips plump like the ripe Zaytun peaches kept in the banquet hall, sweet just as though you were taking a bite. It is an indulgence you could only dream of, the sensation of finally consuming that tempting fruit that has hung so tauntingly low before you for so very long. 

But there are legends about those who steal from trees they shouldn’t touch. 

Your name is cried out in disgust from the hallway, the booming voice of the King echoing into your chambers and resonating through your entire body. He approaches Cyno with contempt and grabs onto his shoulder, yanking him harshly away from you. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing to my child, general?”

“Father,” you plead. “This isn’t what it looks like!”

“As for you,” the King’s gaze pierces you like a dagger. “You are not to leave this room until the day you are to be wed.”

“But-” you begin, only to be cut off abruptly. 

“I will not hear it!”

You try to share a glance with the man you have grown to love, but Cyno cannot bring himself to look at you as he is kept at arm’s length by your father like the very criminals he has spent his life protecting you from. In that moment, as he is escorted out from your chambers, you swear you can hear the cracking of your heart. Your cheeks are damp as you reach up to touch them, to wipe your eyes clear before you attempt to chase after the now-receding figures.

But your father is faster than you, and closer to the exit, and he slams the wooden door shut behind him before bolting it tight. Through the thick material, he calls back to you one last time. 

”We shall assign you a new guard… and this one will be left for the vultures.”

You pick up the headdress that has been abandoned by the door, running your thumbs along the careful stitching and embroidery across it. Your father would likely come for it before long, as well as the polearm still resting ownerless against the wall, to remove any trace of Cyno from your life for good. 

But for now, for just the briefest of moments, you still have something left of him to cling to. 

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