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A/N: Diluc is good with kids, and let's not forget Diluc was once the chaotic child :)

Warnings: no frogs were hurt in the writing of this fic

Diluc is indeed the weird grown up, as Klee says... but not exactly in the same way.

"I-I don't know if this is the best idea..." Your husband stammers as you drag him to the Knights of Favonius headquarters. He was asked to take care of Klee for an afternoon, since everyone else in the knights was asked to tend to an emergency. So inefficient, he thinks...

"C'mon Diluc, it won't be that bad..." You try and convince him for the nth time, though you still feel hesitancy as he holds your hand loosely.

"I- Perhaps I'll rephrase it... I don't think I'm the best person to be a babysitter..." To be honest, you were a bit worried as well. Klee often referred to Diluc as the weird grown up, which naturally made you both assume she wasn't very fond of him. But as Jean pleaded, she claimed that Diluc was the only person left.

"Well... I wish I could help you Diluc... but looking at the situation, I'll have to be honest- you'll have to be a babysitter anyway. You're either babysitting Klee for today or the bard for the night." You try to lighten the mood by referencing Venti's day drinking habits. Diluc's eyes narrow into slits in reaction to your words, as if he got a traumatic flashback.

"I suppose you are right..."

You both arrive at the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Diluc internally cringes at seeing the interior again after so long.

"Ah- Diluc! (Y/n)! You're here!" Jean greets you both immediately, as if breathing a sigh of relief. "Again I sincerely apologize for the last minute request. But anyway- I must go soon... Klee, you promise to be good for Mr. Diluc don't you?"

Jean's words seem to go in one ear and out the other as Klee doesn't even realize you or Diluc's arrival. Instead she only turns around from her spot and jumps cheerfully.

"Look! Look! Look at this giant froggy I caught this morning!" Klee joyfully holds out a green frog in her hands. Jean shrieks as she didn't even see the frog at all- like it came out of nowhere!

"Eek! Klee- please... don't-"

Suddenly the slippery frog launches itself out of Klee's hands and lands into Diluc's. He happened to catch it, but it earns a gasp from the three of you.

"Ah!- Diluc, I'm so sorry... please forgive-"

Klee gasps and looks at Diluc apologetically, her gleeful smile now replaced with a heart-aching pout. However, Diluc's expression isn't angry... instead, he crouches down to Klee's height, with frog still in hand, and looks curiously at the slimy green creature.

"Hm... this is quite an energetic frog you've caught... it must have been hard to catch him." Diluc offers a warm smile. Klee is a bit surprised, but shyly tells him the truth.

"Um... I accidentally blasted him when I went fish blasting..." Klee sways from side to side as she shyly avoids his gaze. Your eyes widen at Klee admitting this so fast, and Jean can only sigh while rubbing her temples. Ironically, Diluc seems to be the only one unphased.

"Well, by the way he jumped, it seems he's getting better." Diluc chuckles as he hands her back the frog. "Perhaps we can help him find a nice lilypad to rest. The small ponds in Springvale have a lot."

Klee suddenly cheers up and looks as Diluc in awe.

"Can we also feed it too?! ...please?"

"Of course. I can also show you how to catch worms in the ground."

You share a surprised look with Jean as you both didn't know Diluc was secretly a frog enthusiast. But Klee giggles and drags Diluc by the hand, already excited to dedicate her entire day to the frog. Jean smiles and walks you all out of the headquarters, taking this as a sign that everything will be okay. You smile at Diluc, seeing him embrace a more playful side to him.

"...what are you smiling at?" Diluc glances at you from the side, noticing your cheeky smile.

"Nothing~" You reply pretending not to be nosy. "You just... seemed so calm with the frog."

"Well, I used to try and catch them myself." Diluc casually reponds, then gives a chuckle. "Although, I used much less... violent methods."

"Hm? I never knew you used to catch frogs." You say curiously.

"Well I did, among many other things." Diluc declares, a bit of nostalgia hitting him. Catching frogs was just a small part of his childhood. Though it may not compare to stealing his father's wine collection, using his pyro vision to roast marshmallows but burning to a crisp, or stealing bites of the cakes the maids prepared- it still remains a memorable part of his childhood that he wouldn't forget, even if he did get in trouble for it all.

You smile, figuring that he probably knows about all this due to his own rounds of troublemaking when he was younger. You internally giggle, knowing the veins Master Crepus or Miss Adelinde must have popped while handling Diluc. But of course, the person who knows it best is Diluc himself.

You watch as Diluc holds Klee's hand (although he has to hunch over a little), two chaotic children walking off on their adventure. Jean silently comes up next to you. She's about to leave as well, but she can't help but say one last thing.

"I... didn't know Diluc caught frogs... well at least Klee won't think he's a weird grown up anymore."

"True. But he's still a weird husband." You remark. You'll have to interrogate Miss Adelinde more about his days as a child.

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Something you have no chance of understanding

[ DRABBLE ] [ Genshin Impact ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, i just write it for entretaiment

> Their biggest fear (regarding their darling)

Furina

Furina fears that her darling will hate her after finding out the truth. She has lived all her life between lies and a facade, she is nothing but a character and since she have met her darling she has been depending on that same character to be able to approach her darling, she has never been sincere, she can't, and even if Furina has been awaiting for the moment she will finally be free from that same facade she is terrified of what her darling may think of her true self

Nilou

Nilou fears that she will not be enough for her darling. For the longest time she has been quite lonely, having almost no one who to call a friends and being always looked down by the Akademiya, she tried to stay hopeful and smile, to don't let things get her down nor make her doubt but when it comes to her darling she can't help but feel insecure, in the loneliness of her room she can't help but let her anxiety whisper to her ear that maybe she is not enough, that you would find someone way better than her

Lyney

Lyney fears that his darling will get tired of him and leave. As the great magician he is there are always tricks and secrets under his sleeve, he is an expert on tricking the eyes of the audience, Lyney is used to put a smile while hidding the burden on his shoulders, to make things behind other's back and because of that the idea of you getting tired of his words and inhability of being sincere terrifies him, he won't be able to handle losing you over something like not being able to tell you straight how important you are for him

Kinich

Kinich fears that he won't be stronge enough to protect his darling. His life has been rought enough, it goes to the point where he have spent almost all his life all alone and trying to survive in his own, but he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with his darling nor he can't stop himself from wanting to be with his darling neither, however the more he falls in love the more he fears and even when he have grown to be really stronge he can't fight back the anxiety nor the voice in the back of him mind that keep telling him that one day he will lose you too

Wanderer

Wanderer fears that his darling may be disgusted by his true self. The fact that he have been granted a new oportunity and a new start have left him to wonder what he wanted to do now, his own feelings are something that have take him a while to understand but the more he unwraps and understand them the more he feels, when he understood how much he loved was when the doubts started, he has a new life but have he truly changed? How he can be sure that he won't mess up everything like in the past? How he can be sure that you won't turn your back on him once you get to truly met him?

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the painfully flustering way tighnari takes out a thorn stuck in your finger. 𖥔 ꒰ ྀི sfw ⋆ not proofread ⋆ fem!reader ⋆ mutual pining ꒱

“What’s wrong?”

You freeze the moment you step foot into Tighnari’s room, only halfway out of your shoes before he’s turning to face you from where he’s seated at his desk.

“…H-huh? It’s… nothing! Hi there.”

They start coming back as soon as you feel his eyes locking onto you. Your tears. The ridiculous tears that you just finished blinking away before coming in, and the tears you aren’t quite sure why are even here in the first place — because while you know it’s really not that big a deal at all, they always seem to come whenever you most adamantly don’t want them to.

And you especially do not want them coming back while you’re in the middle of hiding your trembling finger from him (even if you feel as though he can see through you no matter what you try doing anyway).

Still, if you can take one slow breath, you think you might just be able to blink them away again before it’s too late…

“Well...” you start, eyes locked onto the floor to avoid the weight of his gaze. “I know I took a little longer than usual on patrol…” There’s a brief pause when you nudge your sock into the ground. “But there was this little boar stuck in the branches. It made me sad… is all.”

You hear his chair shift, then footsteps, and when you find the courage to glance up, just for a second, he’s already staring at you. Up and down — the way he does whenever he’s trying to figure out whether or not you’re lying.

You hold your breath.

And then, he finally speaks.

“Show me your hands.”

“Oh! Um...”

“Your hands.” He repeats it as if you didn’t understand him the first time, “You’ve been hiding them behind your back since you’ve returned, haven’t you?”

He extends his own — palms open, waiting — and you hesitantly place yours in his. They’re warm, and your face flushes the moment his fingers gently curl around yours.

He’s.. holding your hand.

He’s holding your hand.

Ah. Well.. he was only lifting it to get a closer look at your finger… but… wait.

Isn’t he really close? To your hand — that is. Like… really, really close.

Close to where you’re pretty sure you can feel his breath ghosting against your fingertip.

Actually, now that you think about it, you remember him being warm just like this back then — during that one incident when he let you grab onto his shoulders because you were too scared to jump down after cleaning the Statue of —

“Hm.” His voice cuts through your thoughts. “A thorn… I see.”

You nearly wince at the mention.

“I know it must hurt, but… you haven’t cleaned it yet.”

Your eyes drop to the floor again, and you can only murmur a small and defeated ‘It’ll sting if I touch it…’

How embarrassing to admit.

Though not nearly as embarrassing as the solution that comes next — that is, if you’re too scared to remove the thorn from your finger yourself, the second-best option must be for you to sit beside him and let him do it for you, right?

According to Tighnari, yes.

There are lots of things you have time to think about when he starts sterilizing a pair of tweezers. Like, for one, if he can feel how warm your face is. Or if he thinks you’re silly for tearing up over a puny little thorn. Or if he knows your heart is beating a million beats a minute since the two of you are one small, tiny step away from cuddling. Just like those cute couples do.

You shut your eyes as soon as he lifts your hand again. Your forehead presses lightly against his shoulder, and he doesn’t say anything.

Focus.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Ow. Ow. Ow. It actually kind of hurts a bit.

I mean, it’s inside your finger.

An entire thorn.

Actually, on second thought… maybe you’re okay with it staying there forever. Yes. Permanently. Just a part of you now —

“There.” His voice is soft, followed by the sound of tweezers clinking gently on the floor beside you. “Now there’s no reason to sniffle like that anymore, okay?”

“Okay…”

He looks at you, likely to check if the Forest Ranger is still tearing up over a thorn, and it’s then that you suddenly realize his lips look rather soft. Very soft. You blame the proximity.

For a moment, your mind imagines what they might feel like if they were pressed gently to your fingertip instead.

Your face feels warm again.

“But wait.” He pauses. “That wasn’t all you needed from me, was it?”

Your breath catches.

He’s too observant. Way, way, way, way too observant. How in the world could he have known? Can he see your thoughts? Wait. Can he hear them? That must be it.

Not fair. Not fair, not fair — it’s those big ears of his!

He lets out a gentle sigh. “You should have let me know, and I would have done so sooner.”

Eh? Sooner?

You blink when the sound of a soft crinkling reaches your ears. And then, slowly, gently, he wraps a band-aid over your finger.

“Better...” he says.

You think your face might really explode.

“Now, no more sulking.”

You can only muster a nod.

tags : @your-sleeparalysisdem0n i love u june !!!

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I just know that, if he's bored and wants your attention, Alhaitham ragebaits you by saying the most obvious factually incorrect thing in the world and you'd probably fall for it every time because he always says it with such a straight face it's like he's so confident in being wrong. And nobody believes you except for Kaveh because Alhaitham does the same thing to him. You two would try to ignore him, which ends up being a mistake because now you're having dinner and he's ragebaiting both of you at the same time now.

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that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’

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tighnari…i lobr him…..💔💔💔💔

Guys… I think it’s time for a new fic

It’s been FOREVERS since I actually sat down to write something so let’s just see what happens! Yay!

A cozy morning 🌿

Fluff fic!! Sfw, established relationship, Extremely indulgent—I write for myself 😨, Usage of the nickname “love,” mentions of light kissing at the end, Cuddling! Wc: 617

Canon tighnari x Gn merchant reader (y/n)

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“Hhhaa-whhhm!~” Tighnari yawned, stretching his arms and legs out from his sides like a starfish. His tail flicking elegantly despite his unmade appearance, knuckles lightly grazing your face with the motion.

The blankets rustled, gently waking you from your sleep. You awoke to find yourself nestled by Tighnari’s side, ear resting stationary over his upper arm where you lay on your side, facing away.

“Mmorning, my love..” he cooed gently. His eyes still laced shut with sleep. His voice almost melodic amidst the soft bird calls outside your window.

“Goodmorning, nari…~” you said back, letting out a soft sigh as you pried your eyes open to look at the ceiling. Yesterday, you both had spent copious hours dealing with work. Tighnari with the other rangers—this time going on a deeper dive on what to do if you or your colleague were to be injured—a tedious but necessary process.

You on the other hand, spent the long hours of the day under the sun at the market, advertising and chatting up your buyers. It was committed work, sitting under the beating sun and trying to make a sale in a market full of other people. So, consequently you and Tighnari would often find yourselves passed out on eachother the moment you got home. In truth, the majority of your time spent together being in the early mornings before tighnari would take his leave for work.

“What’s the time?” You say, glancing over at the clock and trying to read the time despite your eyes squinting far too much to tell.

“Should be.. around 6am, y/n.” Tighnari replied patiently, turning onto his side with a grunt. His arms were now lovingly wrapped over your waist, leg gently slotted between yours from behind. His nose gently nuzzled into your nape and you could feel the soft puffs of his warm breath against your skin.

Now turning to face him, you passively lay your head into the small nook between his shoulder and chin, arm reaching past him to hug his back. He smelled like wet soil, citrine leaves and gentle florals mixed with a passive, warm scent. Comforting and gentle to your senses.

“Anything planned for breakfast?” You mutter softly into his skin which provokes an inquisitive hum from the man.

“Mmmn… no, I believe not. But I can make something.” He said quietly, his callouses fingers tucking under your jaw to bring your face up to his. He pressed gentle, featherlight kisses across your skin now. Touching lightly on your cheeks, eyelids, your forehead and the corners of your lips. Little pecks that seemed to be seasoning your features with his affection.

“But for now… spare me a few more moments of this.” He murmurs into your jaw, indulgent and caring as ever.

It was in moments like this you were absolutely assured that you, above all else, were Tighnari’s most treasured of all.

His favourite.

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—In the warmth

Summary: You are genuinely wondering why your captain doesn't show more skin despite Natlans hot temperatures.

Words: 0,6k

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Natlan was quite the opposite of your home nation. The heat assaulted your body, forcing you to strip off your coat and minimize your movements before a heat stroke could knock you out in the middle of the mission.

Your hand barely created a cold breeze, no matter how hard you tried to wave it in front of your face to generate even the tiniest bit of fresh air. You could swear the air wasn't even moving; it was just warm and stuffy, even out in nature.

The only one unaffected by the oppressive climate was the captain himself. He still wore that large black coat lined with fur and heavy chains. His stance showed no sign of discomfort, indicating that he wasn’t affected like you or the others. In fact, he maintained his usual behaviour. It really irritated you—he didn’t shed a single piece of armour, didn’t roll up his sleeves, and never took off that giant coat in front of the team. Whenever you approached him to ask if he wasn’t hot, he would simply say, no, he wasn’t.

"If you need a break in this weather, you can take it." his deep voice told you. He shifted the focus from your concern for him directly back to you, like a mirror. After all, he knew you weren’t truly worried about him suffering in the heat. You were just curious to see even a little bit of his skin.

"I'll manage, but I appreciate the offer, Captain. I can’t slack off while the others are working so hard to set up the rest of the camp."

There was a hint of disappointment beneath your layer of gratitude, but he chose not to address it.

Later that night, Capitano sat alone by the campfire, his gaze directed toward the ground. He had sensed you nearby a while ago but said nothing as you approached his tall form. The heat of the nation was even worse at night, especially in a place like this, which only added to your irritation upon seeing the Captain seated in front of a fire.

"You should at least take off your mask." you finally said, breaking the silence. A few seconds passed before he responded. "There is no need." Of course, he wouldn’t, if he had wanted to, he would have done so long ago, even without your prompting. "I’m curious." There it was, the sheer honesty you had tried to mask with concern before. It made him chuckle. He liked that side of you.

Capitano and you had known each other for years. You were a loyal member of his regular troupe, yet you didn’t know him well. And still, he chose to trust you. His hands slowly lifted, removing the helmet and the mask that covered his face.

There he was, illuminated by the warm fire. His eyes were like stars, shining and deep, staring right through you with an expression that could be described as curiosity. His raven hair fell perfectly into place, framing his face and accentuating his features. But what caught your attention most was the rotting dark part—it looked strange, inhuman, more like it was tainted by the Abyss. It exposed part of his teeth, and yet, oddly, it suited him.

"I know what you’re thinking." He huffed, moving to put the helmet back on, but your hand caught his wrist just in time to stop him.

"The air feels good without the extra layer, right, Capitano?" He glanced at you, and all he could see was your genuine smile, no fear, no disgust, just radiant joy that burned in his chest more than Natlan’s heat ever could.

"It does."

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forced (or is it) proximity ft. wriothesley

warning/s: stalking (npc)

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Time After Time - Capitano/Reader (18+)

Il Capitano always thought, all whilst courting you, that he was the patient one. You were so tentative with every gesture, so careful with every word, he did not wish to risk offending or, worse, scaring you - lest he be too fond or doting or amorous.

But now, months into your…relationship (as it were), he is beginning to rethink that belief. No, in fact, you must be the patient one between you both. What other reason could there be that you have not asked to kiss him, to see him without the cloak and armour, without the helmet?

He is no fool. The Captain may not have much experience in this domain (much recent experience, anyhow), but he knows that most men would not hide their true identities from those they claimed to hold dear. And he knows that, had the roles been reversed at least, he would have gotten curious about what you were hiding.

Yet you have never asked about it.

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This work is 18 +. Do not interact if you are a minor.

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🌸~THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THING IVE EVER WRITTEN!! AGGHHHH!! Is it weird I reread my own work?? Who cares! Kazuha and Xiao's parts especially, YALL I WROTE THAT!! HAHAH!

🌸~When something silly scares you and they get protective anyway~🌸

(GN reader, maybe a little overprotective characters? Fluffy!)

(With Lyney, Kazuha, Raiden, and Xiao)

Lyney:

"You didn't hear anything? Promise?" You glanced in Lyneys direction, knowing he'd never lie to you, yet still wanting to confirm he wasn't withholding anything.

"I promise you my love, I didn't hear anything, but I'm going to check anyways. Just in case." He held out his hand for you, waiting till you accepted it before he used his other to grab his bow. It made your heart squeeze in a good way, seeing him take you seriously, despite the fact you'd just told him you heard a weird noise in the kitchen at 1 am.

He rubbed calming circles into the top of your hand as he lead you through your hallway, past the pictures lining your walls and into your dark kitchen. He flipped the light on and your eyes struggled to adjust, but slowly you took in the sight of your counters, your cupboards and you felt the tension leave your body. "Sorry, it must have been something outside or-"

"Never apologise for being scared. Just know I'll keep you safe, wether from a intruder or a noise at night or even a nightmare. I'm here."

Kazuha:

You pulled your kimono tighter, watching the shadows on the ground play tricks on your eyes, turning into long spidery hands. Clawing and reaching towards you in the dark while the woods sung creepily with their brittle leaves. You obviously knew this was all apart of the appeal of this place but...it just spooked you anyway.

"Doing okay?"

Kazuha softly nudged you with his shoulder, bringing you back to reality with that soft lazy smile of his. He always looked so calm, so at ease..it almost made you feel silly for being scared, almost. "Yeah I'm okay. I just hate how the dark makes you think about scary things that aren't there. Like weird shadow hands and spooky noises-"

As if to emphasize your point, a loud bird shrieked deep in the forest, nearly scaring you out of your own skin.

But just as suddenly as you were jumpscared, Kazuhas arm wrapped around you, enveloping you in his warmth as he unsheathed his sword in the direction of the woods. Calmness turned into protectiveness as he leaned in close, whispering against your ear while his hand held protectively onto your waist, "I promise you, there's nothing in this forest that could ever hurt you, for as long as I'm by your side, I'll protect you, my heart."

Raiden:

"EEEEEK!" You screeched, throwing your hands up in sheer terror as a person in a mask jumped out at you, moving erratically like they'd been possessed. "WHO ARE YOU!"

"I am the darkness, the nightmares, im-...is that the shogunate?" The attacker...who you now realised sounded a awful like a old friend of yours, paused, as if looking behind you.

Following his gaze, you saw her. The air around you turned static, making it hard to breath and if a look could kill, hers would have. Each step could have cracked the earth beneath you, "I, the Raiden Shogun, will cut you down to nothing but a shift in the soil, a spec of dust on the ground, if you so ever decide to make them scream in fear like that again. Do I make myself clear?"

She stood next you, emitting a force so powerful you felt small in comparison, "Ei-"

"Do I?"

"Y-yes miss shogunate ma'am! I will never prank them again! Promise! So sorry, so so so sorry!"

Xiao:

"It was literally nothing. I just...panicked." You rubbed your hands together, embarrassed that you'd called on him for something so childish. He would never trust you with using his name again and you couldn't even be mad at him for it cause you'd just misused it so badly.

You tried not to meet his searing gaze, knowing he was probably more then a little annoyed with you. You'd probably woken him up or...wait did adeptis sleep? You'd ask him later, if he still talked to you after. "It was stupid, I understand if you don't want me to call you agai-"

His fingers reached out to touch your cheek, softly moving to your chin. He forced you to look him in the eye, those intense yellow eyes that almost glowed in the moonlight. "You heard something that scared you. You called for me and I appeared. I will do it all over again as many times as you need. If you don't feel safe, I will show up. I want to end whatever scares you, I want you to sleep without fear. Call on me, no matter what."

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may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever

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I think as a culture we have all forgotten that fandom is supposed to be fun.

It’s not that serious.

It was never supposed to be that serious.

Especially since most of the drama and hurt revolves around shipping.

All of the ships are fictional. Being canon doesn’t actually negate the fact that the ship isn’t real. 

No ship, or any aspect of a fictional universe, is important enough to treat another real life human being badly. 

It’s not that serious.

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The first signs of Kinich taking interest in you is not from anything he does himself, no. It's from the Great Dragonlord, K'hul Ajaw.

• Ajaw will randomly say the most unusual things for a dragon of such status as he, things like "I favor you human," or even scarier- "Thank you."

• This throws off many of Kinich's close friends, and sometimes him too.

• Ajaw will even give you "something he found on the way here." This happens quite often. Things like flowers and shiny rocks. Things one might consider pretty.

• To put the icing on the cake, Ajaw noticed you had a cut on your hand after assisting Kinich with a commission, purely coming across him by chance, and Ajaw freaked out like you'd never seen.

• The little dragon made his way to your hand and inspected the incision without ever touching it, rambling about, "How could you let one such as yourself get injured? This must be remedied immediately!"

• He commands his "human servant" to tend to your wound, and he obliges of his own will, as helping you with your injury was the least he could do to repay you for helping him earlier.

• As Kinich tends to your hand, which you reluctantly allowed, there's an odd yet comfortable silence.

• Kinich wraps your cleaned wound with a bandage, but his hold on your hand lingers.

• "Your skin is softer than I thought it'd be," he mutters.

• Oh?

• Kinich recalls to you all the times he's seen you brandish your weapon, strong and true. Your arms carry your weapon with such skilled expertise that enemies take a step back.

• Ajaw, as per his usual self, butts in with his usual, careless slip of the words.

• "Kinich talks about you all the time. It's honestly super annoying. But I do agree that you are, maybe not amazing as Kinich says, but reputable nonetheless."

• What's this now?

• Kinich nearly throws Ajaw once more, earning a scream from the pixeled dragon, though your now bandaged hand stops him.

• A small blush has crept its way up Kinich's face, and a look that you've never seen before rests upon his features. A mix of frustration and possibly embarrassment. He refuses to look you in the eyes. In fact, he closes those eyes. Those gorgeous eyes that could make the Archons jealous.

• Your curiosity is piqued now and you ask Kinich what Ajaw meant.

• He takes a moment to compose himself before he opens his eyes and looks to you again, face still flushed.

• He confesses that you've been on his mind constantly, ever since he met you at the Pilgrimage.

• It was a pleasant surprise to find out that you knew Mualani and that she insisted on inviting you out with them any time they had plans.

• It meant he could see you again.

• Now, as you looked into Kinich's eyes, you realized why Ajaw's behavior had changed:

• He was mimicking Kinich's emotions.

• It's doubtful that Ajaw is connected to Kinich's emotions themselves, but it's more likely that Kinich's affections had worn off on the little dragonlord.

• You looked to Ajaw now, who looked like a mouse that had just been caught.

• You reached over to him and pulled him in for a hug, despite his screaming and protesting that "the Great Dragonlord, K'hul Ajaw is beneath your mortal customs!" Though he gave in regardless.

• Once Ajaw escaped your grasp reluctantly, you moved to place your bandaged hand gently on Kinich's cheek, which only made his flush worse.

• He leaned into your touch, but never broke eye contact.

• Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, a soft touch, a gentle gesture to ensure this was what you wanted before continuing.

• Like yin to yang, sun to moon, the ocean to sand, you moved in tandem. The kiss was as natural as if you'd done it a million times before. You certainly haven't, but you definitely will.

•

•

•

• Ajaw was not happy to see that.

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Me when I finally finish writing the next chapter in a story: