𝑻𝑶𝑲𝒀𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵

Space Song - Inui

"good ending"

Inui x nb!reader (finally a non-binary one)

(might be a little confusing because "they" is used so much)

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In a world where the night sky stretched out endlessly, and the stars seemed to weave their own tales among the galaxies, lived a young dreamer named [Y/N]. They resided in a quaint cottage on the outskirts of a charming village, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests. [Y/N] was known for their curious nature and an insatiable yearning for something beyond the confines of their ordinary life. The song of the cosmos echoed in their heart, a constant melody that fueled desires.

The villagers often saw them gazing at the sky, lost in thought. Their eyes would trace the constellations as if deciphering an intricate code. Among those who couldn't comprehend fascination, was a kindred spirit named Inui. He was a skilled wanderer, and musician, who enjoyed delightful melodies. Inui's melodies were like brushstrokes of emotion on a canvas of silence. And although he couldn't understand [Y/N]'s obsession with the stars, he was inexplicably drawn to their ethereal presence.

One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, [Y/N] and Inui found themselves on a hill overlooking the village. The sky above them transformed into a tapestry of purples and blues, setting the stage for countless stars to shine. As darkness settled in, [Y/N] spoke, their voice carrying the weight of dreams and secrets.

"Inui, do you ever wonder what lies beyond? Beyond the stars, beyond the galaxies? Is there a place where dreams reside, where melodies of the cosmos intertwine with our own?"

Inui plucked at the strings of his guitar, sending a soft, reflective melody into the air. "[Y/N], I've always believed that each of us carries a piece of the universe within. Our hopes, our dreams, they're all stardust, waiting to be woven into the grand tapestry of existence."

[Y/N]'s eyes shimmered with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "But can we ever truly touch the stars? Can we be part of that tapestry?"

Inui smiled, his fingers dancing along the frets. "Perhaps we can't physically touch the stars, but through our passions and the connections we forget, we can create something just as magnificent. Our art, our love, they become the bridges between the Earth and the cosmos."

As the night deepened, [Y/N]'s heart fluttered with newfound understanding. [Y/N] was like a moth drawn to the flame of Inui's melodies, his words igniting a spark of possibility within them. They leaned closer, their eyes locking in a moment of shared contemplation. It was as if the universe itself held its breath, awaiting their next steps.

In the days that followed, [Y/N] and Inui embarked on a journey of exploration. Guided by their respective passions, they sought to bridge the gap between their world and the realm of the stars. [Y/N] began to paint canvases adorned with swirling galaxies and celestial bodies. With every brushstroke, they poured their yearning into the art, creating windows to the universe that beckoned others to peer through.

Inui composed melodies that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary. His music carried the weight of longing and the promise of fulfillment, echoing through the village like whispers of forgotten dreams. As he played, villagers would gather, their hearts resonating with the melodies that seemed to connect them with something larger than themselves.

One evening, under the star-studded sky, [Y/N] unveiled their latest painting—a masterpiece that blended their celestial visions with Inui's haunting melodies. The villagers gasped in awe, feeling a profound sense of unity with the universe. In that moment, the gap between Earth and stars seemed to blur, and the song of the cosmos became palpable.

Amid the harmonious connection they had created, [Y/N] and Inui's bond deepened. Their shared journey had woven them together in ways they could never have imagined. The stars, once distant and unattainable, now felt like old friends who whispered secrets to them in the quiet of the night.

As time passed, their work spread beyond the village, touching the hearts of people from all corners of the world. Their collaborative pieces became a testament to the power of human connection and the beauty of chasing dreams. The song that had been echoing in [Y/N]'s heart had not only found a voice but had resonated across the cosmos, reminding everyone that they were all stardust, intertwined with the universe.

And so, the dreamer and the musician continued to create, their artistry a bridge between Earth and sky, their love a testament to the magic that existed in the spaces between the stars. The tapestry of existence was enriched by their contributions, a symphony of passions that transcended the boundaries of time and space, echoing for eternity.

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