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#qanipalaat x reader
merakime · 1 year
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Hi, I've been reading your work for a while and I think it's lovely. I'm a bit shy and embarrassed to make requests, but I really like your writting.
If it's not too much to ask, I could request Qanipalaat and his Operator!S/O giving each other gifts as a courtship, but being from different cultures, neither understand what each other's gifts mean, until suddenly it all clicks and they feel kind of silly that they didn't understand it before.
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#AS PER CUSTOM ! ft. qanipalaat
───── a / n: anon, oh my god …. ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) thank you so much !! i do not bite unless provoked i prommy … and this request is so so adorable i had to get to it FAST !! i hope i can do this justice … the cultural details i kept a little vague for your imagination, but i based qanipalaat’s side off of his promotion record mostly! ( the record is not a necessary read, but it might help understand a certain aspect better! )
no cw — word count: 742 — fluff !!
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at first, you didn’t think too much of it. qanipalaat arrived at rhodes island with a bunch of gifts for everyone – charms and amulets, instruments and botanical specimens native to sami. you adored the instrument he had given you so excitedly, and decided to share with him some of your own culture. you can’t forget his expression when you handed him your gift – he looked a sort of starstruck.
his enthusiasm is almost contagious – he begins to bring in more gifts for everyone, and you are always overjoyed to give something back. his returns, to you, are even more anticipated – you wonder.. what has he got for you this time? you must prepare a gift yourself before he returns. you begin to dive deep into your research, trying to find more ways to convey your appreciation with your handicrafts! 
qanipalaat is fond of the little gifts you give him, he made space on a shelf to flaunt them! he doesn’t know exactly what they mean, but it’s the feeling that matters to him – he knows his culture is something deeply important to him, and he likes sharing this love with the people who helped his tribe. his culture, through his gifts, are pieces of him he entrusts to you – is it a similar sentiment to you? he wonders.
it becomes a little tradition of yours – though his gift-giving began to let up for the others overtime (after a certain box incident), for you he always had something when he came back from home. and you always make sure to make something for him, or bring something from back home.
one day he came back with a beautiful box – you braced yourself, the intricate carvings and linings making an unpleasant memory resurface.. but there was no smell coming from the box, other than a cold, fresh mist. a scent somewhat similar to qanipalaat himself, you noted. either way, you felt relief. 
“i brought you something!”, qanipalaat chimes, letting himself into your room.
a familiar tenderness washed over you with his voice. with time, it became one of your favorite things to hear. some kind of pavlov maneuver, you thought – that sentence alone, paired with his toothy grin and glimmering eyes, was more exciting than the gift itself. you missed him, truly.
behind your back, you squeeze the little craft you’ve made for him. 
“what is it?”, when you ask, it’s hard to keep your voice truly even. there’s that contagious excitement of his – it makes your throat waver. you find your eyes lingering on the intricate details of the box – you’ve never seen something like this, but you recognized the motifs and patterns in the carvings from other gifts he had given you.
the small box was sealed with a little plate of metal – he pushed it aside and opened the chest, and your mouth almost fell open with it. it looked like something much more valorous than all of his previous gifts. the amulet laid comfortably in a swab of fur, shiny silver sparkling in the light, looking freshly-faceted. 
you were smitten. you suppose that that was the final blow.
to everyone it was not a surprise when you two became official. the suspicion was already present – the reveal wasn’t particularly shocking. people were already used to your antics. that has its advantages – that means nothing much (in terms of treatment, at least) would change toward you two, so you could go about your routine in peace. your gift giving tradition persists.
though at one point, when you are revisiting your gifts – you notice something on the roof of the amulet box. you were so mesmerized by the silver glow that you didn’t notice the light inscription above said object – you recognized these letters, yes, it was sami script. you couldn’t read it, but now you were truly curious – why did you never ask what the gifts meant? silly you! in your excitement, it slipped your mind.. you begin to notice more details – there are some recurring words across the gifts. you have to ask him, now.
when you catch him again and you haul the question at him – that was the most flustered that you’ve seen qanipalaat. really, usually he was quick to bounce back, but your question had him entirely at loss. when he began to translate the words upon the gifts, many words of adoration, love and kind blessings, you feel like your face was lit aflame. you couldn’t respond when he looked back at you for a response, words stuck in your throat.
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───── ending note: i hope you enjoyed this !! i tried my best in trying to make the experience a little more neutral on the readers part to allow more space to insert your own culture, i hope i succeeded ... ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) during production tumblr kept moving my "keep reading" tab and i almost ragequit twice but i powered through for qanipalaat.........
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