#subtle affection

[aventurineswife]

Two Hands, One Home

Summary: After an abyss attack destroys your home, Kinich, who values independence and self-reliance, offers you a place to stay. Though he presents it as purely practical, his actions reveal a quiet, genuine care. Over time, you settle into a peaceful routine together, finding comfort in his reserved kindness and the small gestures of care he provides, learning that beneath his cold exterior, Kinich has his own way of showing affection.

Tags: @m1nella, Kinich x Reader, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Reserved Kinich, Found Family, Quiet Moments, Pragmatic Romance, Subtle Affection, Soft Kinich.

Warnings: Implied Loss Due To An Abyss Attack, Mild Angst.

The aftermath of the abyss attack was devastating. Your home, once a place of safety and comfort, had been reduced to rubble, its walls shattered and roof torn asunder. The shock of losing everything you had worked for in an instant left you feeling hollow, adrift in a world that had suddenly turned cold and uncertain.

But amid the chaos, there was an unexpected offer. Kinich, with his usual stoic expression, had come to you with a quiet proposal. “You can stay at my place while your house is being repaired.” he said, his tone as dry as ever, yet beneath it was something softer, something genuine.

You were hesitant at first—Kinich was a private person, and you knew his past hadn’t been easy. Still, the practicality of the offer, and the simple fact that you needed somewhere safe to stay, won out. You nodded, grateful but unsure of what to expect.

The day you moved into Kinich’s house, you couldn’t help but be surprised by how… normal it was. The inside was modest, a far cry from the grandeur of the mansions you’d seen in the past. But it had a warmth to it, an unspoken coziness. The walls were lined with handmade furniture, small knick-knacks that spoke of a life lived with care and attention, even if it wasn’t a life of luxury.

Kinich showed you around, his gestures efficient but not unkind. “This is the kitchen,” he said, pointing to a simple stove and a small table. “If you need anything, just ask. And, uh… don’t go near the shed out back. I keep some of my… tools there.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tools?”

His lips twitched in what might have been a smile, though it was hard to say. “I’ve got a lot of things to fix. You’ll see.”

You followed him to the living room, where a modest fireplace crackled. The scent of wood and something faintly herbal hung in the air, and Kinich, ever the practical one, was already setting up a small cot by the wall for you.

“Don’t make a fuss about it,” he said as he smoothed out the blanket. “It’s not much, but it’ll do for now.”

You couldn’t help but feel touched. For someone who valued independence so much, Kinich was surprisingly attentive in his own way. You sat down on the cot, still a bit unsure of what to do next.

Kinich cleared his throat and turned toward the kitchen. “I’m making dinner. It’ll be ready in about an hour. You can relax until then.”

As he worked, you took a moment to look around the room. It wasn’t much, but it was his—his space, his home. The absence of his usual sharpness, the subtle kindness of his gestures, made you feel a little less alone. Even if he didn’t show it often, Kinich had a way of making you feel like you mattered.

Dinner was simple, a warm stew that smelled of fresh herbs and hearty vegetables. Kinich placed a bowl in front of you, his expression as unreadable as ever, but there was something softer in his eyes, a flicker of something more than just duty.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you said, quietly breaking the silence. “Let me help with something.”

Kinich paused for a moment, his hand still on the pot as he glanced over at you. “It’s fine,” he said with a shrug. “I’m not doing it for you. Just… don’t let the food go to waste.”

You chuckled softly, nodding. Kinich’s words were as blunt as always, but the care in his actions was something you couldn’t overlook. As you sat together at the table, eating in comfortable silence, you couldn’t help but think that, despite everything, you had found a place here—a place where, for the time being, you could heal

Over the next few days, life at Kinich’s house settled into a quiet routine. You’d help with the small tasks around the house—cleaning up, organizing things—and in return, Kinich would share bits and pieces of his life with you, small snippets of knowledge or skills that he’d learned over the years.

One evening, as the sun began to set, you found Kinich in the garden, tending to some plants in the fading light. You hadn’t realized how peaceful the house could feel when it was just the two of you, sharing this simple life together.

“Need help?” you asked, walking over to him.

Kinich glanced up, his face softening slightly. “If you want. I could always use another pair of hands around here.”

You knelt beside him, taking a small gardening trowel and gently digging into the soil. There was a strange comfort in working alongside him, the silence between you both not awkward but companionable, as if you were partners in something greater than just survival.

“Why do you do it?” you asked, looking up at him. “Tending to all this, I mean. I would’ve thought you’d want to leave it all behind.”

Kinich paused, the question catching him off guard. His eyes flickered briefly, almost hesitant, before he answered. “Because it’s mine. It’s the one thing in this world I can rely on. People… they come and go. But this? It’s real. It stays.”

You smiled at his answer, understanding him a little more than you had before. Kinich didn’t offer grand gestures or flowery words, but in the little things—like the way he cared for his home, or the way he offered you a place to stay when you needed it most—you saw his quiet strength.

And, despite his belief in self-sufficiency, you couldn’t help but wonder if, maybe, for just a moment, you could be the one thing he’d allow himself to rely on, too.

That night, as you both sat by the fire, Kinich spoke again, his voice quieter than usual.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you need.” he said, not looking directly at you but still offering the words with sincerity.

You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude. “Thanks, Kinich. I… I really appreciate it.”

He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “It’s not charity. It’s just… practical.”

But the warmth in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Carry me home

[akiiame-blog]

Super Mario is supposed to be this powerful figure to the Mushroom Kingdom, this beacon of hope with little to no weaknesses. With everything on his shoulders, he has to keep going.

Or else he'd let them all down.

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ SUBTLE LOVE ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: hi!! idk if this has been req before but do u have prompts for subtle love? it will take some time for u to realise that their actions are somth u do out of love. thank u!

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1 (kinda): ~ GENTLE LOVE ~ PROMPTS

listening attentively when the other is talking

taking the other into consideration whenever making a decision

smiling at the other to encourage them

taking over the other's tasks to disburden them

the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other

sitting back and staying quiet to leave the stage for the other

giving the other their space, knowing they need it

enjoying the sound of the other's voice

distracting the other when they see they're distressed and close to freaking out

trying to learn every way to put a smile on the other's face

experiencing this strange feeling in their chest when the other comes to them for support and a word of kindness

"You can call me. Day or night. I'm there for you."

enjoying the most basic time spent together just sitting next to each other, each doing their own

hyping the other up

being their biggest cheerleader

checking up on the other regularly when they know they're not feeling their best

thinking about the other at the most random times

'Oh, this coffee has such nice latte art! I wonder if [person B] would like it.'

'Oh, there's a new movie showing in the cinema about an ice skater. [Person B] once did ice skating. Would they like this movie? Or are they even better at ice skating than the ones in the movie? I'm sure they're the best ice skater!'

stopping themselves from messaging the other too often

sharing their food with the other

always making another coffee/tea when they're making one for themselves because sharing is caring

smiling by instinct when they see the other

^ breaking into a grin and being unable to stop it

sending the other little notes of encouragement to show that they're thinking of them

"You're doing just fine. I know you've got this."

promising to catch up, even when there is no time at the moment, they're making sure it doesn't go under

"Wanna talk about it later? I will make time."

making the other a priority

giving their honest opinion when it's asked

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

They are each other's world.

[crystallizsch]

jamil is so silly

[gremnda]

Part of the family :]

[jesuistrestriste]

being sub!art’s s/o includes subtly showcasing to the world how much control you have over him <3

ordering for him at restaurants (you know what he likes) and watching him go red in the face when the server seems surprised that he’s not speaking for himself. he gets a little squirmy in his seat and you have to give him a reassuring kiss on his jaw

opting to gently hold his wrist instead of his hand from time to time, or forcing him to walk a step behind you when you two are out together (at his tournaments or when you two are heading to the courts to train, etc.)

when friends are over at your guys’ place—usually patrick and some date he’s brought along—you’ll ask him to grab you something that you could very well just get on your own. “hey, artie, would you be a dear and go grab me another glass of wine?” and he stands immediately and does just that ! and suddenly everyone’s aware that you have him wrapped around your little finger

and when you two are sitting next to each other in a booth at a bar with colleagues or friends, your hand will slide up to gently caress the back of his neck and play with his blonde curls as he has to sit there and try to engage in conversation …

[vaguely-concerned]

I really really like that lucanis reaches the 'there must be some way through this' realization 'off camera', so to speak, while presumably looking at rook explaining the situation to spite. it just. hits right. he gets that moment to himself after 'this place is a nightmare, why would I want to stay here' to come back into focus, to gather himself and think it through in peace, outside of the demands of anyone’s gaze (including the player’s!), while rook takes care of spite’s confusion and urgency and distress as he can’t himself in this shattered state. they're inside his soul, but he still gets that moment of privacy, with rook and spite there and supporting but not intruding. idk there's just something so good and right-feeling about it. rook's presence in lucanis' mind at its most vulnerable and frozen could have felt SO invasive if the quest wasn't written as skillfully as it is, and I get skeeved out by that kind of thing incredibly easily so it's a testament to how well it's done that it always feels safe and supportive. lucanis has had both his bodily and psychological (slash spiritual/existential) integrity and autonomy violated so brutally and repeatedly, and having even the way the camera perceives him here grant him the dignity and respect and privacy of soul he hasn’t experienced in a long time… it’s a whole thing huh. No wonder it’s taken me a while to put it into words lol 

(also what a contrast to what solas and rook have got going on, and what a sly way to slide the point of comparison in there to build to the thematic whole. the solas version of this IS of course wildly invasive and skeeves me out but in the intended delighted horror movie way. solas, too, was let into someone’s soul through the cracks in the wake of a traumatic event, and he IMMEDIATELY sought to turn it to his own benefit and use that trauma as a weapon against them fhdsja I’m sorry but it’s just such a character-revealing instinct for him to act on without hesitation and I love how terrible he is, it’s all so unforgivably premeditated and consistent.

rook acting out of the desire to make sure lucanis is ok vs. solas going ‘well. When life gives you oops killed my friend, make dead friend poisoned lemonade and make his loved ones drink it. this sunk cost fallacy isn’t going to perpetuate itself’ is such a neat contrast and it’s not in your face about it but it’s still there, deep and solid down in the thematic narrative. rook doesn’t do anything to or in lucanis’ mind, really — they negotiate their way through the layers of defense and are let through, and they help him make the whole thing more explicable, but they never exert any force or go rooting around for anything that doesn’t present itself to them first. solas goes about gathering ammo for when he's going to nothing personel kid this person from like the first moment fhdskh doesn't waste a second before he's on that gaslight gatekeep girlboss grind. the fact that the game goes out of its way to show there IS a respectful, non-selfish and kind version of this process makes what solas is doing even more deliciously awful (glee) and rook and lucanis’ relationship (platonic, romantic, whatever it might be in any given playthrough) all the more moving to me)

[alphaketoglutaricacid]

The bell shuro gives laios is such an elegant piece of symbolism. Laios immediatly stows it away but it's jingling at the bottom of his bag (and mind) the whole time as the crew enters the most isolated section of the story.

Rescuing Falin was the first thing shuros ever wanted or asked for and Laios return pushes him to be more and more proactive abt his desires. On Shuros side, its constantly ringing, out of his control, and annoying to him and everyone around him. Despite being mortified w intruding on other people, he keeps it on him even when he sleeps. They both almost throw it away several times.

Thru the story its a little ambiguous what shuro feels about laios. IMO the dead giveaway is where he puts that bell:

At his heart!

[aventurineswife]

Unspoken Games

Tags: @stellas-starry-sillies13, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Fluff, Subtle Affection, Emotional Vulnerability, Teasing, Soft Moments, Light Humor.

Warnings: Light teasing, Subtle emotional moments (?).

A/N: I'm not the most creative...

[Inspired by]

You extend your hand, your thumb and index finger positioned like an invitation. A soft smile graces your lips as you wait for Jiaoqiu’s response. His gaze flickers from your fingers to your eyes, a fleeting moment of curiosity crossing his thoughtful features.

"Are you trying to… pet me?" he asks, his voice gentle, though there’s a trace of teasing beneath the calm exterior. His eyes flicker with mischief, but there's a momentary hesitation as he considers the gesture. His fox ears flick slightly, betraying his contemplation.

A beat of silence passes. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he places his chin delicately between your thumb and finger. The contact is light, almost hesitant, but there’s a warmth in his expression—a rare, soft side to him that he rarely reveals.

"You always have these little gestures," he murmurs, his voice low, "Don’t think I don’t notice." He leans in just a little closer, his eyes flicking down to your hand. "I’ll admit, I can’t quite resist sometimes."

He stays there for a moment longer than you expected, his expression unreadable for a second before he gives you a slight, knowing smile. "But be careful," he continues, his tone now serious, "You might just get me used to this kind of attention."

Your thumb and index finger come together, an invitation for Dan Heng to place his chin gently in your grasp. You notice him stiffen, the air around him becoming just a little more charged with uncertainty. His stoic expression doesn’t change, but his usual calm seems slightly disrupted.

He looks down at your hand, then up at you, and there’s a subtle flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. He’s not one for overt gestures of affection or vulnerability, and yet, there’s an undeniable curiosity in the way his gaze lingers on your fingers.

For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then, as if he’s carefully calculating his response, he slowly lowers his chin into the space you've created. His breath is even, almost as though he's trying not to show how he feels about this rare moment of closeness.

"Is this how you... show trust?" he asks, his voice quiet, his tone neutral, though there’s a hint of softness there. His hands are still at his sides, betraying no rush to reciprocate, but the slight tilt of his head shows a shift in his stance. He doesn’t pull away immediately, as if the gesture means more than just a simple action.

There’s something about this moment, subtle and almost imperceptible, that brings a quiet sense of relief to him. He doesn’t pull away, but neither does he embrace it fully, leaving a delicate balance between them.

The air between you and Aventurine is thick with the weight of unspoken tension. You hold out your hand, your thumb and index finger coming together in the most unassuming of gestures. Aventurine’s eyes twinkle with a mixture of amusement and wariness. His lips curl into that signature, confident smile, though there’s something more dangerous hidden behind it.

“Well, well, what is this?” he asks, his voice smooth and teasing. He steps closer, his movements fluid and almost theatrical, as if the whole scene is a game to him. “Are you trying to get me to lower my guard, darling?”

His gaze flickers down to your fingers, but instead of obeying the silent command, he gently takes your hand in his, guiding your fingers to the side before placing his own chin against the palm of your hand with a flourish. His eyes meet yours with a challenge, as though daring you to make the next move.

"You think you can simply get me to do whatever you want?" he asks, the sly grin never leaving his face. “I must warn you, darling, you might have just opened a very interesting game. It’s not as easy as it seems.”

He lingers there, his face dangerously close to yours, the weight of his presence settling between the two of you. "Consider this a game of chance," he murmurs, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “But don’t be surprised if the rules change along the way.”

Even as he plays with your hand, his touch is deliberate, as if testing just how much you’re willing to let him manipulate the situation. You can't help but feel that you've just unwittingly stepped into a gamble of his design—one that promises a thrilling outcome, no matter how it ends.

[luvlyycy]

anyway, zoro n sanji eating you out. sanji's fingering you as his other hand holds your leg back, both of them licking at your clit— both of their tongues rubbing against each other's, zoro can't help but groan. his arm lazily wrapping around sanji's back, as they both glance at each other then up at you—

your mouth open wide as your chin is nearly drenched with drool, hands squeezing the sheets so hard that they nearly tear.

[flowerakatsuka]

clingy ass

[satoruxx]

the way i was staring at my screen when mc threw a whole ass cup at caleb and he just stood there after it shattered and said "did that help you calm down?" in the most relaxed voice ever..

[demaparbat-hp]

I'm ECSTATIC about the possiblity of seeing you draw Zuko's Blue Spirit yokai form <3<3<3!!!!!!!!!

Soon!

[kanerallels]

For the ask game, an au where Sabine and Ezra are Kanan and Heras ages and vise versa. Sabezra is now spectres one and two and Kanera is specters 5 and 6

At first I was like hmmm tricky but fun! And then I started writing it and now OH BOY THE POTENTIAL have a snippet:

“Are we sure this is a good idea?”

Ezra glanced up at Sabine. The Mandalorian woman had her arms folded, a frown twisting her face. “What?”

“Hera going to Shantipole.”

Ezra shrugged, sitting up. “Kanan thinks it’s a good idea.”

“Kanan’s a kid with a crush.”

Snickering, Ezra said, “Fair enough. But you and I both know Hera’s the best pilot around, even at fifteen. She can handle this new fighter, whatever it is.”

Sabine sighed. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” She hesitated, studying him. “You’re planning to get ready to do the run if we don’t get back in time, aren’t you?”

“...yeah,” Ezra admitted. “The people of Ibaar need our help. And we need to be as ready as possible to help them. But you’ll be back in time.”

Scowling, Sabine said, “I don’t like this. What if we’re not.”

“Then it’s a good thing we have Rex as backup.”

“Not sure that’s a good thing, Ezra.”

Waving a dismissive hand, Ezra said, “We also have Chopper. And Kanan’s getting pretty good on the cannons of the Ghost. Honestly, the hardest part of this is gonna be convincing Hera to leave the ship.” Despite the fact that the Ghost was, technically, Sabine’s, Hera had developed an attachment far more quickly than anyone had expected.

Sabine grinned a little, but it faded. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

Ezra shrugged. “Come back quickly, then.”

They held each other’s gazes for a moment, then Sabine nodded. “Deal.”