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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Prompt: “To be with you, that’s all I want” Pairing: Kirsch x Zora A/N: Prompt is displayed non-verbally Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~1.0k Genre: Hurt-comfort Warnings: themes of self-doubt and thinking that the other has fallen out of love

Curtains had been drawn over the windows, the lights were off, leaving Kirsch in complete darkness as he stayed in bed, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by pillows. The bed was soft, nearly sinking under the weight of his body, and the blanket was thick and warm, but still, he felt none of it; none of the comfort or solace that it was supposed to bring him. For all he could think about, was how Zora didn’t seem to have any time for him anymore. And the latest attempt to meet, had been blown off, dismissed; not succeeded.

The conclusion that Kirsch had drawn from all of this, was that he wasn’t anymore, despite of his best efforts, beautiful enough. And the worst part was that he wasn’t sure, which aspect of him wasn’t beautiful enough anymore.

He couldn’t stop himself from aging, and the few wrinkles and darkened roots of his hair stared at him from the mirror, no matter how faint. Even if no one else would have noticed. No one that mattered. But Zora must have. He was able to get close enough to notice as well.

Or then, perhaps there was something… less than beautiful in how he was behaving. Perhaps there was a word spoken that had shown itself as… as… ug..ly…. to Zora. Perhaps. Maybe…. He just didn’t know.

He just… didn’t know…

And no matter how much he searched the inside of his head, his memory and his soul, for answers, any unkind thing he might have said; he came up empty.

There just didn’t seem to be an answer as to why Zora didn’t have time for him.

Aside of… Zora not seeing him as beautiful anymore, and thus, not loving him… anymore.

He could hear the door to his room open, which he presumed to be Mimosa or maybe Dorothy, coming to see him in an effort to cheer him up and get him out of the bed. ‘You’ve been sulking for so long’, Mimosa would say. Probably. ‘So, what? I’m hurt… and the pain isn’t still gone’, he’d reply. ‘It hurts now, but you’ll feel beautiful after this time passes again,’ Dorothy would say. Maybe. ‘But what if it doesn’t pass?’ He’d ask.

There was an answer to every statement and question they might make.

“This place is looking like the hideout.”

Kirsch knew that voice. He knew that shrug. The way the door closed and the sound of steps clicking against the floor. And thus, he sat up on the bed, looking to the door.

Zora… he just looked back at Kirsch. His expression was… it wasn’t cold and uncaring, it wasn’t happy, but it wasn’t sad either.

Kirsch wasn’t sure what the expression was.

But Kirsch… he looked more like a mess than what he had ever before. His hair hadn’t been brushed, and the area around his eyes was puffy; fairly pink in the barely existing light of the room that tried to seep in from any place that it could.

Zora’s eyelids fell in a slow blink as he made his way through the room and sat onto the edge of the bed. During with yet another silence lingered, only to come to an end with a barely audible sigh.

“Will you tell me why you’ve locked yourself in here?” He asked, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Because… Because!” Kirsch didn’t mean to sound harsh… or forceful… unbeautiful. But there was grief in him that wanted to flow out of him. “You don’t think that I’m beautiful anymore…”

“Who said that pretty boy?”

Kirsch stared at him. Simply just stared. “You..” it sounded like a question.

“Don’t recall saying so,” Zora quirked an eyebrow, while glancing to Kirsch over his shoulder.

“You didn’t need to, since you just stopped seeing me,” he replied with a frown of his own.

“Because things are hella busy this month,” Zora stated, turning towards Kirsch on the bed. “Just like you were last month.”

Kirsch stayed quiet for a while, thinking about it. Because it had been nearly two months when they last, properly, spent time together. And the first month of it had largely been due to him having to take care of a lot of pressing issues with the Coral Peacocks. He just had… hoped that after he had more time in his schedule for Zora, they would have been able to spend time together. But instead, it… had been the opposite. Or… same. Because Zora had found himself in the same situation as Kirsch had.

“And when I said that I’m busy, I meant just that, just like you did.”

Which was fair. Zora wasn’t one to lie. And Kirsch himself had simply stated that he was preoccupied with work, similarly to Zora.

Kirsch’s eyes were down to the sheets, but he didn’t have a reply. He had overreacted. Though he wished that Zora would have assured him more. Though… Zora couldn’t know that he needed more reassurance, without it being expressed.

And so, he pushed the blanket aside, crawling over the bed to Zora. He wrapped his arms around Zora’s frame, and pressed his head against his chest.

Zora placed his hand onto Kirsch’s back and begun running it around in a circular motion, trying to bring him a sense of comfort.

Kirsch’s hold grew more secure, but tension left his body.

They’d need to talk about it more, a bit later on, but for now they were content in remaining in each other’s embrace; just finding solace in the fact that they still loved each other. And because they did, they could solve, talk it out, and continue on their shared journey on a path that was called life.

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Prompt: How they ask for a kiss

Pairing: Zora x Kirsch

Genre: Fluff

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.5k

Another leisurely day at the palace. At least for royalty. Of which Zora had his own thoughts, but he wasn’t going to make it into a fight with Kirsch. Because it wasn’t exactly Kirsch’s fault.

In fact, he, too, had no say in which family he had been born into, and thus it wasn’t Zora’s place to make him feel bad about it. And… he supposed that it was nice to be able to lay on the couch like this, just… existing, as Kirsch’s head was pressed onto his chest.

The golden locks, like a field filled with the swaying straws of wheat, a far more commonly description what he supposed Kirsch would prefer. But then again, had he seen, truly seen, those gilded straws swaying in the wind, luminated by the bright light of a later autumn day… It was beautiful. Too. Many things were beautiful in the world.

The man, dozing on his chest, was one of them. Which he knew. Both of them knew.

There was an urge to play with a lock of the golden hair, even if there was a chance of ‘messing’ the hairdo. And Zora knew how tiring it could be to get hair to look as it was supposed to. The spikes on his own head didn’t just magically appear on their own, after all.

Though, if he had to admit it, he had thought Kirsch’s hair to be …naturally just like that. That was until he had to wait for Kirsch to finally be done with his ‘beautification’ for the day. Or rather ‘bringing his beauty to the surface’.

To which he’d always answer ‘you’re already beautiful, doll-face’. Not that it ever kept Kirsch from continuing his ritual, but… there was always a smile. A delicate, soft smile.

“You’re messing up my hair,” said a voice, through the haze of sleep.

The corners of Zora’s lips tugged up into a smile, his eyelids being only half-way open. “Maybe a little…”

Kirsch nuzzled against Zora’s chest, as if to ask him to stop, while simultaneously not wanting him to.

“I’ll let you mess up my hair as compensation,” he smirked while letting his eyes cascade over Kirsch.

A pair of golden eyes turned to him, as if considering the offer. “I’ll let you off if you give a kiss instead,” he replied with a slight pout.

And in that, there was something so utterly adorable, that it made a faint chuckle escape Zora. One that was tender, and soft, and light… as a feather.

“Deal,” he only replied, looking at his beloved with that very same, adoring gaze that decorate the smirk still on his lips.

Kirsch begun inching closer, little by little, before pressing a kiss onto Zora’s lips. And there, was the gilded happiness that neither had before been able to think to be their own.

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