Hello! You can call me Star or Suzuki. I also go by HopefulStrider and PastelHarmony. I use any and all pronouns! This is my writing blog. It is multi-fandom. The fandoms I write for will be listed later on in this post.
(By the way, I do not do requests! I may do commissions later, but they are not open right now)
Fandoms You Can Find On My Blog
Genshin Impact
Dr Stone
Danganronpa
Haikyuu!!
BNHA
KNY
Masterlist
Other
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so instead of bloody bouquets, he coughs up seeds and stones and cold, hard petals, coated in dust.Â
whatever was inserted into his veins comes with them; the scrape and burn at his airway brings it to the surface and leaves him gasping for air he doesn't need.Â
red and green complement each other. maybe that's why, as crimson liquid spatters on his clothes, barbatos wonders if this was meant to be. afterall, there's only so long one can go whilst wearing another man's skin without being bloodied. he falls to the ground. as the winds still across all of mondstadt, he wonders if morax will enjoy being alone.
âwrite about a character preparing a meal for somebody elseâ
a/n: have a old lil non fandom thing as i play hide and seek with my motivation lmao
 Tap, tap, tap.
The fire crackles as a young man carefully measures out spoonfuls of spices. Sparks fly, leaving glowing red spots as they fall on the silver pan. A cold wind rushes through the area, rustling the overhead pines and blowing dark smoke against the twinkling night sky. It kicks up dust and ash, which flies in the youth's eyes. Before, he would have claimed it was the reason for the burning tears rolling silently down his face. It didn't matter now.
The pan shook. Slices of carrots and crumbled beef jerky go up in the air. An overarching wave cascades back into the metal vessel. A parallel wave of memories- them, watching over him as the clock ticked to midnight. Guiding his hand until the perfect toss was executed.
'i wish you could have taught me how to love you, too'
A modest meal makes its way onto the chipped ceramic plate. When the infection had started, nobody's first priority was plates and platters- now, there were scarce few undamaged.
As a fleeting taste of the past is served, umber flames dance in melancholy eyes which stare at the ghost of someone long gone.
a/n: i love cyno so so much!! the random wheel picker suggested this so the quality kind of went down the drain, but itâs good practice anyways. Hope you enjoy!
The sun beat down, its heat relentless. Summer in Sumeru was a sweltering ordeal, yet you felt cold as ice.
The mysterious scholar Cyno faced you, expression pensive. His piercing eyes, which had once captured your love, seemed to stare into your soul. You broke the silence.
âY- you want to break up?â
Your heart hammered in your chest, and although it was not completely a surprise, the statement shocked you. He had been distant lately- investing more time into his studies and brushing you off multiple times. Still, you had hoped that you could rekindle the spark. Contrary to your expectations, the tone of resolution in his voice left no room for argument. He was done.
Had you done something wrong? What had brought this about? Was he truly about to break the bond you two held? Thoughts raced through your mind, desperately clinging to any hope that he wasnât serious. His next response shattered them indiscriminately.
âWhat do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and say I love you?â
âI guess Iâm just wondering what happened to us,â you replied, voice wavering.
âI fell out of love,â he replied, quickly brushing past you and striding out of your life.
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âi trusted you, and so i guess i should have seen this coming.â
thereâs a mournful tone in your voice, accompanied by resignation. the sun reflects off the cold metal on his clothes, blinding to your eyes. the wind is frigid and unforgiving, blowing with powerful gusts.
at least you know that if you die here, it will carry your soul to the land of freedom.
you donât dare look behind you. the sound of the ocean battering rocks far below brings to mind a gruesome image. but itâs hard to look at him- those deep violet eyes, that electrifying stare. a remnant of warmth flickers in your heart as you meet his gaze.
any fear leaves you. the end is strangely calm, as if the tumultuous waves of your life have finally stilled.Â
you etch his image into your memory one last time- the furrow of his brows, the grimace painted across his face, the clench of his hands as the weapon in their grip shakes. it almost makes you think he is reluctant to do this, but if that is the case, was there no other option?
he raises the weapon to your chest, and everything goes silent. only the slightest force is needed, the blood rushing to your head making your feet unsteady.
your body flies off the precipice, twisting in unnatural angles as it falls. as he hears the sickening crunch of your bones against the rocks below, sees red stain the water, he finally lets the tears slip from his eyes. they burn against his skin like acid, but the knowledge that youâre gone (forever, a part of his mind whispers) hurts even more.
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Thanks for reading! I had in mind an archon reader while writing this (heâs the one sent to take their gnosis), but you can read it however you want. Hope you enjoyed!
various genshin characters with a gn!reader who has sporadic trauma responses
characters: kazuha, albedo
genre: hurt and comfort, hcs
warnings: past trauma, crying
Kazuha
the moment you tense up, heâs at your side (if he wasnât already)
âare you okay, dove? whatâs wrong?â
heâs a little bit confused at first, but is understanding and tries to comfort you
moves his hand near you cautiously to get a sense for how you are- he doesnât want to make you feel worse by touching you if youâre reliving physical trauma memories
if you seem to be okay with it, rests his hands against your back and thigh, holds you close and whispers âiâm here, itâs okayâ in your ear
âyouâre safe, youâre here with me, take deep breaths, itâs alrightâ
Albedo
this man 100% has a sixth sense for if youâre upset
will be next to you in seconds if you guys are near each other
definitely will rush down dragonspine because he feels somethingâs off
i feel like he would do the âfive things you can seeâ exercise
has a handkerchief or piece of cloth for you to dry your eyes with
probably confused but works out why youâre upset with context clues
very gentle, doesnât want to hurt you at all
doesnât really understand your trauma responses but understands them logically, and absolutely knows how to comfort you
will place his hands on your shoulders to steady you
may show you one of his alchemy things to distract you or cheer you up
Thereâs a little suburban town in Japan where every year, a festival lights up the night sky.
Itâs not an expensive or a flashy festival; there are no ferris wheels or arcade games. But as the shops and houses in town turn off their lights, fireworks begin to soar across the infinite blue.
Iguro never really cared for festivals. Everyone let their guard down. Criminals were always on the prowl, and even this relatively peaceful town had its fair share of gangs.
But Mitsuri loved festivals. She relished in the explosions that burned bright overhead. She soaked in the overwhelming joy and anticipation, then threw it into her work to bring love and hope to anyone in need. So Iguro let himself be dragged to the festivals, year after year. If he was being honest, it wasnât as bad when he went with her.
She inspired everyone who met her. It wasnât a surprise when he- even with his distant heart, which left no room for anything except diligence- developed a connection to her. How was he, as merciless as he was, able to end up here?
Mitsuri had suggested they stay home this year. With a bottle of sake and some food from their shared bakery, they climbed onto the rooftop of their house to see the rockets splash across the cosmos.
âItâs hard to believe itâs been seven years.â Mitsuri broke the silence, casting a fond gaze to Iguro. He nodded in response, staring at her in half-concealed wonder.
As colorful sparks dotted the heavens, he couldnât help but think she was a miracle.
âHappy anniversary, my love.â
At least in this moment, theyâre safe and happy.
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Credits: my friends on discord who gave me the prompts
Hajime Iwaizumi and Tooru Oikawa were inseparable.
Both were young men, passionate in music, and had known each other practically since birth.
Both were now adamantly refusing to speak to the other.
Oikawa had collected many friends as he progressed through high school. Ever the more charismatic of the two, he had often received offers to join his schoolmatesâ amateur bands. In hindsight, it was inevitable that they would end up joining different ones.
Oikawa loved pop. He loved to dance, to be in the spotlight. Hajime had always thought he was most graceful in the middle of a performance. But he had always leaned on the side of country and folk- acoustic, down-to-earth tunes. And though they were loved by many, Oikawa could never give up pop for country, and Iwaizumi could never relinquish country for pop.
So when they separated ways after high school, it wasnât really a surprise. Of course, they kept in touch- is it possible not to, after having been friends for that long? Yet each of them felt a part of themselves wither as the other left to pursue their dreams.
It seems they parted on no unfriendly terms- how, then, did it occur that the friendship between them had been renounced for over a week?
âIwaizumi Hajime!!!â A loud and unmistakable voice echoed through Iwaizumiâs studio. He snapped around hastily to meet the gaze of a very indignant Oikawa, arms folded and hands tightly clenching sheets of music.
âUhh, Oikawa? What are you doing here?â Hajimeâs voice was laced with obvious confusion as he took in Oikawaâs scrunched brow and disgusted grimace. The pop idol slammed the crinkled sheets of paper in his hand onto the small oak table in front of Iwaizumi. His eyes scanned the room with distaste, taking in the scattered instruments and idle coffee cup. The next words out his mouth were interwoven with barely concealed anger.
âHonestly, Iwa-Chan, I thought you were better than this.â
âWhat are you talking about?â replied Iwaizumi, shocked at the sudden entrance. Tooru scoffed,
âDonât play dumb. Itâs obvious to anyone with eyes,â tapping the papers on the table impatiently.
Upon further inspection, it was clear that the song was supposed to be the first in Oikawaâs new album. And it was just as clear that it was a near-perfect replica of the song Iwaizumi had just released.
âTooru, I honestly donât-â he was cut off by Oikawaâs seething rant.
âWhat, Iwaizumi? You donât know why you stole my song? Well, I have a theory- I think you were jealous that I split from the band. My first solo album, Hajime- really?? I honestly never thought you could stoop that low. Is your insecurity so great that you have to fucking sabotage the first thing Iâve actually written, by myself, from the heart? IâŚâ he paused, taking a breath to cut through the anger.
âOikawa, watch your hands, youâre clenching them too tight again-â muttered Iwaizumi, catching sight of his fists.
âOh, so now you care about how I feel? You couldnât have thought of that when you- when- when you *fucking*-â his jaw tightened as tears began to gather in his eyes. âYou know what? Fuck this! Fuck you. If you wonât even own up to it, just- get the fuck out of my life,â was his final statement before he spun on his heel and strode out of the studio, leaving nothing but confusion.
ââââââ
Oikawa Tooru [00:34]
Stop contacting me.
Iwaizumi Hajime [00:34]
At least give me the chance to explain. Please.
Oikawa Tooru [00:36]
Explain? So you did steal my song.
Iwaizumi Hajime [00:36]
No, I-
Fuck
Oikawa Tooru [00:37]
I donât want to listen to your excuses.
Iwaizumi Hajime [00:37]
Iâm telling the truth. I didnât even write that song.
Oikawa Tooru [00:39]
Excuses.
Iwaizumi Hajime [00:39]
Hey hey hey wait, I found the contract, I can prove to you I didnât write it
Oikawa Tooru [00:39]
GOD, youâre so annoying. Why are you trying so hard? Just fess up. Or just fucking leave it be, why do you care so much???
-Read [00:39]-
Iwaizumi Hajime [2:56]
Youâve been my best friend since forever, am I not allowed to even try to prove to you that Iâm not an awful person?
Oikawa Tooru [8:21]
Just give it up.
âBest friendâ
ââââââ
Iwaizumi Hajime [9:47]
I think Iâm in love with Oikawa
Takahiro Hanamaki [9:48]
Duh
Issei Matsukawa [9:48]
Did you just realize that??
Iwaizumi Hajime [9:48]
I-
Well what do I do about it???
Issei Matsukawa [9:49]
Dude, just tell him
Iwaizumi Hajime [9:49]
Just⌠tell him???
Takahiro Hanamaki [9:49]
Just tell him
ââââââ
Iwaizumi paced rubbing his temple.
So he was in love with his best friend.
And said best friend hated his guts.
Great.
If Oikawa didnât want to talk to him, so be it. Hajime wasnât about to change his mind when he was so clearly obstinate.
(A little part of his mind whispers that heâs scared of rejection. That heâs running from his feelings. He squashes that part like a bug and scrapes it into the trash.)
Itâs early in the morning, two days later, when Maki knocks at the door. His sharp, insistent hammering makes it clear that he is very irritated- a stark contrast to his usually calm personality. As a hurried Iwaizumi opens the door, he marches in with visible annoyance. Mattsun follows behind him- just as exasperated albeit more restrained. Iwaizumi doesnât even get to ask why theyâre there before Maki opens his mouth.
âYouâre really stupid sometimes, you know that?â Hajimeâs eyebrows crease at the sudden question.
âWhat do you want?â Mattsun sighs, interjecting with
âHe means you realized you loved Oikawa and then proceeded to cut off all contact to him.â
âIs that what this is about?â The country singer pinches his forehead and exhales heavily. âLook, he was the one who cut off contact first. Something about his stupid song sounding like mine. If youâre going to barge in someoneâs door at-â a slight pause fills the air as Hajime checks his watch. âEight in the morning, go find him.â
âMan, there really is no getting through your dense skull, is there? Weâve already figured out for ourselves it was that weirdo song writer you hired. Heâs not really mad about that. Heâs so unwilling to listen to you because he feels like you donât love him.â
âThat doesnât seem like something he would do. Heâs not-â Iwaizumiâs attempt to counter is cut off by another barrage from Maki.
âNo, no- see, heâs been pining after you for like, three years- which has been infuriating to watch, by the way- and now he thinks you stole his song, so heâs wondering if you ever even liked him at all.â Mattsun nods as Maki catches his breath. Iwaizumi takes the chance to respond with,
âWhat? Thatâs crazy- weâve been friends literally since birth. How can he think I never liked him at all?â Mattsun sighs- thereâs been a lot of sighing today, Hajime notices- and replies with sympathy.
âLove, âspecially when bottled up like that, can make people think crazy things sometimes. Just⌠think about it, alright?â He leads Maki out as Iwaizumi stands in the hallway, attempting to comprehend the conversation.
Theyâve never gone a week without contact. And sure, Oikawa is mad (for good reason, too), but itâs hard to break a friendship like that and not feel some semblance of loneliness. So when Iwaizumi calls at one in the morning, he picks up.
âHey.â He hopes the crackle of the phone static covers the tension- and relief- in his voice.
âHey.â
ââŚâ
âWhat did you call for?â Questions Oikawa, tired but not forgetful of the reason for their falling out. But with how familiar Iwaizumiâs sigh, even over the phone, is, he half wishes he were.
âIâŚâŚâ Thereâs a long silence as Oikawa waits for his former friend to continue. âI guess I missed you.â
Itâs hard to keep his heart from shattering, at the resignation and sorrow in Hajimeâs tone. Another long silence follows before he replies.
âI did, too.â  Those words feel cathartic. The next ones slip out of his mouth unintentionally, but no less false. âIâm sorry. About cutting you off. I⌠should have let you explain yourself.â
âIâm sorry for cutting you off too,â admits Hajime. âI was⌠prideful. I realized something and ran away.â A tear slipped down Oikawaâs cheek. He wasnât sure why. But he stayed silent, still. It seemed like the right thing to do. After another pause, Iwaizumi continued.
âI donât know if thisâll last so I guess I should tell you now that-â the sound of a sharp breath made its way over the phone. âSorry, itâs hard to say this. But you should know that⌠I love you.â
The floodgates open, and all at once, Oikawa is crying, pressing his phone to his face and whispering jumbled thoughts.
âHey- Tooru, you okay? Itâs okay if you donât feel the same. I just-â
âI love you!â Tears itself from his mouth in between the sobs wracking his body. âYou stupid idiot- I love you so damn much,â is all he can say before the emotions overwhelm him and heâs choking on his words. He barely registers Hajimeâs next sentence.
âIâm outside your doorâŚâ
He flies down the hall, fumbling with the latch until the door finally opens, a gust of frigid wind bursting in and practically freezing his eyelashes together, but all he can think about is Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi, and the warm arms wrapping around him. The swirl of joy inside of him sinks itself into the embrace, coiling and patching onto Hajime as if itâs his last time seeing him. They stand in the doorway for what seems like years until Tooruâs tears die down.
âIwa-Chan, you brute, I canât believe it took you that long to realize,â he mumbled, no real malice behind the words. After consideration, he goes on; âBut I love you anyways.â An unspoken âhow could I not?â Is carried with the phrase.
âI love you too, Tooru.â And for the first time in over a week, Tooru feels like heâs home.
"you're leaving again?"
she stared at you, a guilty look in her eyes. a weight settled at the bottom of her chest seeing your disappointed stare.
"y/n... i'll always return to the sea. you know that."
"Beidou, it's been five days."
Beidou. no more "honey, love, my dear". she sighed. would this really be the way this ended? all those nights of tearful reunions. all those promises of forever. did it all mean nothing? your lips trembled as tears began to gather in your eyes.
"just answer me this... if i asked you to stay, would you?"
the imperceptible shake of her head tells you all you need to know.
âAfter the funeral, letâs surrender.â
"My- my lady?" Sara's brow furrowed, taut as the frigid raindrops battered against her scalp. Baal's response was quiet, strained to an extent almost unthinkable for someone as self-assured as the Raiden Shogun.
"Without them, what's the point?" Her head hung low, eyes staring lifelessly at the ground- as if when their soul was taken, so was hers.
"Are you sure? You've done so much for eternity, and now..." Weary violet eyes met searching yellow ones as the jaded archon turned to face her loyal general.
"If my eternity does not have them, I do not want it." You lie there, stiff and cold, and as Sara falls silent, each pitter-patter of the storm shatters the immovable god a little more.
âHmph.â
You turn to see the infamous 6th Fatui harbinger standing in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed, a light blush tinting his cheeks- though his hat is in a position where it covers his face to the point where you almost canât see it. A chuckle escapes your mouth as you notice the small pout upon his lips.
âAww, Scara, you look so grumpy. Whatâs on your mind?â
He turns, hiding his face from view as a disgruntled sigh escapes him.
âI still donât see why you have to travel alone.â The Balladeerâs mouth curves down in distaste, piercing eyes flitting to meet yours. You lightheartedly reply,
âScara, I appreciate the concern, but really, Iâll be fine.â He made another indignant sound before stating,
âItâs not like Iâm worried about you or anything.â
âSure, and thatâs why youâve been acting like an angry cat the past week,â you jab back. He huffs again before turning to face you.
âY/n, just⌠try not to die. Iâm really not bothered to replace you.â
A small smirk makes its way on your face as you answer âWill do!â and sidle out the door. His electrifying gaze follows you until you disappear from sight. As much as he doesnât want to admit it⌠heâs looking forward to when heâll see you again.
"hmm?" a little hum escaped your mouth as Venti settled beside you.
"hello there, my songbird," he whispered. "the stars are beautiful tonight." wind rustled through the overhead branches in quiet agreement. nights like this, all of nature seemed in harmony.
"what's that in your hand?" you queried softly. it seemed to be a cecilia- the plush cream-colored petals decorated a vibrant green stem. Venti was quiet for a moment.
"it reminded me of you." a melancholy note seeps into his tone as a small smile makes its way onto his face.
underneath the azure sky, a peaceful breeze blows. as always, it carries him back to you.
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