Genshin various x male reader
Oh the beautiful snow... One snow flake, the next, and another.
The snow flows like a river, it carries beauty, the cold, and love. A Mosaic of infinite shapes and energies.
But one snow flake does not last long with...
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The church was alive with melody, a blend of voices rising to the heavens as the choir practiced with passion and precision. Y/N sat quietly in one of the pews near the middle, the soft hum of voices weaving through the still air like a tapestry. The choir’s harmonies were angelic, filling the cathedral with a divine warmth. Stained-glass windows filtered sunlight into brilliant hues of red, blue, and gold, bathing the congregation in a holy glow.
Y/N watched the choir as they rehearsed, their expressions focused yet serene. There was a distinct beauty in how their voices, so different in tone, merged together in perfect unity. The song they sang was one Y/N recognized—a hymn he had grown up hearing. He didn’t sing along but instead listened intently, letting the music wash over him like waves of grace.
He glanced around the room, observing the varied reactions of those seated nearby. Some swayed gently to the music, their lips moving in silent prayer. Others, like himself, sat still, their gazes distant yet soft, caught in their own thoughts. An elderly woman a few rows ahead wiped tears from her eyes, moved by the song’s message of faith and redemption. Children, too young to understand the gravity of the moment, whispered and fidgeted beside their parents, their innocence adding a touch of charm to the sacred atmosphere.
Despite the noise and motion of the world outside, the church felt like a haven—an anchor in a sea of uncertainty. For Y/N, it had always been that way. This place was his refuge, where he could sit in the presence of God and feel, if only briefly, at peace.
The pastor had mentioned earlier that the senator of their district would be visiting next Sunday. It wasn’t every day that someone of such importance stepped into their humble church, and the announcement had created a buzz among the congregation. Y/N had heard plenty about the senator—how he was a man of faith, integrity, and service. Rumors swirled that he was working to bring sweeping reforms that could change their community for the better.
Y/N was curious, though not overly excited. He had learned long ago to temper his expectations when it came to promises of change. Life had a way of disappointing even the most hopeful hearts. But still, the idea of seeing someone so influential in person sparked a faint flicker of intrigue within him. What kind of man would this senator turn out to be? Would his actions match the words so many spoke of him?
The hymn ended, and the choir fell silent for a moment before their director clapped his hands, signaling a short break. The sound of footsteps and hushed conversations filled the room as the choir members took their seats or gathered in small groups to chat. Y/N leaned back slightly, his gaze drifting upward to the high vaulted ceiling. The artwork painted there depicted scenes from the Bible—angels ascending, saints kneeling in devotion, and a radiant depiction of Christ at the center.
He clasped his hands together and bowed his head, offering a silent prayer. God, I don’t know what plans You have for me, but I trust You. Even when it’s hard, even when I don’t see the path ahead… I trust You.
