[kinichval]

we can only talk about love

are you.... a lo$er or a lo♡er?

lovergirl kacey meets gamer boy kinich—a match made in heaven <3

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all writings belong to kinichval. do not repost, plagiarize, or translate. dividers belong to @/enchanthings & @/cafekitsune.

[pillbaby]

people will tell you how much it sucks to still share an apartment with your ex-boyfriend, but they don't stress it enough. they really don't stress it enough.

"you're getting water all over the place," you mutter, trying your hardest not to look at satoru. he's fresh out of the shower, a towel hanging low on his waist. hopelessly, your eyes flicker to the droplets that trace a path down the hard lines of his chest and abs.

he shrugs, pulling open the fridge. "don't worry, babe. it'll dry eventually." for added emphasis, he shakes his hair—which is dripping wet—like a dog, and drops of water go flying.

you step away from him, ducking behind your arms. "oh, come on! asshole."

"call me an asshole, but you're eye-fuckin' me. if you wanna peek at what's under, all you gotta do is ask." he's got that infuriatingly smug grin on his face, and you don't know if you want to kiss him or punch him. punch him really hard.

your face flushes, and you drop your gaze. there goes your ten-second streak of eye contact with him. "jesus, gojo."

he pouts, pupils wide and innocent-looking. "aw, come on. i hate it when you call me that, you know. i say we go back to sato. or 'toru. or—oh, daddy, just like t—"

you chuck a dish towel at him, but he catches it with ease. "move out already, idiot," you hiss, arms crossed over your chest.

"now, why would i ever leave you alone?"

"we're broken up, first off."

"actually, if i recall correctly, you're the one that broke up with me."

"well, you're the one that refused to grow up."

"what's that supposed to mean? you saying you don't like my child-like charm?"

you ignore him, already frustrated. you open your mouth in rebuttal, brows furrowed. he tilts his head, snickers, and accidentally drops his towel. your shaky breath is the only sound in the sudden silence. he just laughs.

"fuck you," you mutter, a bit too breathless.

"might just, if you ask real nice."

ten minutes later, you forgot how much you missed him. you're bent over the kitchen counter, with his hips slammed against yours. he fits perfectly, the tip of his cock dragging across your slick walls as he teases you with agonizingly slow movements.

your knuckles are white, gripping the edge of the counter, as you struggle to stay upright. satoru's fingers dig into your waist, keeping you in place.

if you're a mess, only god knows what's going on with him. he's mumbling incoherent words behind you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as a deep moan rumbles in his chest; "fuck, you're so goddamn tight."

he finally lets himself push in, his thrusts brutal and deep. you let out a choked cry, your back arching. he's been dying for this just as much as you, and it shows with every punishing thrust.

he doesn't stop until you come apart first, a guttural cry leaving your throat as your knees buckle. he grunts, pulling out just enough to shoot his hot, sticky cum deep inside you.

you're shaking as he pulls you into his arms, pressing kisses against your back. you're both breathing hard, your pussy leaking onto the floor as your legs give out.

okay, maybe it doesn't suck all that much.

[kinichval]

GIRL OKFG WHERE HAVE U BEEEENNN IM SO HAPPY U POSTED

HELLOOO 😭 this girl has been a busy bee in uni (i still am) TBH i just started yearning and took something out from the vaults then posted it lmao. but really though :((( someone out there still thinks of this account, thank u for remembering me even tho i just disappear and spawn again.

[kinichval]

there's something so amusing about reaching for boxes and bags underneath your bed, despite the obvious exhaustion from cleaning and clearing things in your room in preparation for moving out to a new home.

you cough at the dust that flies to your face when you pulled a new box out of your hidden treasure cove. these were accumulated for almost all your life; old school projects, collections, items that you thought would've been useful someday, or simply those that hold some sort of sentimental value that you might've already forgotten why it's important in the first place.

you suspect that this is the last box, hopefully there wouldn't be any magic happening under your bed.

but magic is something you yearned a little bit when you opened the box and found the only remains of what you had lost.

tighnari.

your greatest love, your greatest what if.

your heart ached, and somehow you thought that was a little bit comforting. you felt like crying but tears wouldn't even pool in your eyes.

you had kept everything; bus tickets, candy wrappers, movie tickets, convenience store receipts, some sort of paper with already faded content, diy polaroids because none of you were able to afford a camera, photobooth strips, and his favorite ring.

it wasn't the promise ring, you had it hidden away in your jewelry box, it was his ring. one that carried its own sentiments in his life before you, yet he wholeheartedly handed you the ring so many times during college because it was never allowed in the laboratory so you kept it for him. you wore it as if it were tighnari's heart.

and a bitter chuckle flees your lips when you realize you never had the chance to give it back the last time it was in yours.

maybe, you still miss him;

and maybe, a part of you never stopped loving tighnari.

[kinichval]

if you had a world of people who cares about you, then it would be xiao who created that world.

even if his soul is near lifeless due to the consuming karmic debt accumulated in the years of his service to protect liyue, his hands have harboured nothing but kindness and sincerity to mold a safe hearth for you to walk on.

you were the one certainty that conquered over his many hesitations; for so long, he chose to hide in the dark, to only sit at the peak of a high cliff, to oversee the lanterns that carry the hopes of liyue. and then there was you, a star from beyond, the brightest that xiao has ever laid eyes on.

and you take his breath away, he would offer his heart if it were not caged with the deaths of perished demons.

"call my name if you're in danger."

it was a silent plead for you to need him, for it was the only thing he knows what to offer—protection.

and you do, but you call him when there’s a smile on your face and a plate of almond tofu in your hands. he's confused.

but he doesn't complain, instead he internally faces a losing battle with the unfamiliarity of affection.

"happy birthday, xiao!"

there's that smile that kills xiao softly.

one that he vows to protect with his entire life.

and if the world turns on you, xiao will choose to stand beside you.

in front of you where you face his back as he points his spear to them.

all xiao wishes for his birthday is your safety, even if he knows you can take care of yourself.

[kinichval]

modern veterinary medicine student!ifa who's in the middle of catching up with his reviewers while simultaneously checking in group projects while also keeping up the progress of his individual outputs—it's finals season and he hasn't gotten a blink of sleep.

there's a punching ache around his head, at this point, he can't really specify which part hurts when his peers inquires (obviously concerned, this guy might end up in the emergency room earlier than expected). so, what does the amazing ifa do?

buy an overpriced, venti-sized americano with five fucking shots of espresso from a cafe across his dorm.

"order for customer ifa!"

customers are most of the time, if not always, right. and it's not your place as a barista to really question a customer's taste especially if you don't want to drive potential regulars away than attract... but really, is this guy alright?

"that's me." and you don't miss the drowsiness in his voice as he spoke, you figured he's a typical tired college student given that his student lanyard is hanging dearly around his neck. has this guy ever got a taste of a well-rounded 8 hours of slumber this week? by the looks of it, he's barely even home, only stopping by his dorm for a shower and a change of clothes.

he reaches out to take his tall cup of americano, but you resist for a moment. his brows furrow at your unusual action, "i said that's mine." he wasn't angry yet, rather it was a warning that irritation will slip out. "five shots of espresso? sir, are you okay?" you were genuinely asking, hoping that your words won't pass as a mocking statement towards him.

"it's none of your business." he dismisses, you're cute, he thinks. but right now isn't really meant for a quick flirt and go as he definitely needs to tend his backlogs or else he'll suffer a dropping grade, maybe he'll get your number the next time he drops by—hopefully not intending for another killer coffee drink.

but he smirks when he finds that you're one step ahead of him, a little paper stuck on his drink: [name] xxx-xxx-xxxx goodluck!

[bunni-v1]

okay no im with you. ifa is just itto but a lot less dumb from what ive seen. (im reaching out to grab him and smash his against the table in my fist /pos)

so what kind of man is ifa? romatically, sexually, in any sense. how would he treat you/go after you/display his love? how romantic and sexual is he, and how desperate and pent up is he?

im sat and im listening intently. the thinking cap is on.

Loving Ifa

🍓Hi mini, sorry about the wait, I wanted to finish the event before I answered this to be sure I had a good grasp on his character. Think of this as a character analysis through the lens of a lovesick puppy, if you will.

Tw: NSFW (undercut); rough sex; overstimulation; squirting

Info: Ifa x Reader; Fluff; NSFW

Who is Ifa?

To put it simply, well, he's simple. He likes simple things, and he likes things easy. Not to say he can't handle it when things are tough, he's a level-headed guy when he needs to be, but it'd be much nicer if nothing bad happened ever. He enjoys simple pleasures like fresh vegetables from Ororon's garden, the wind on his skin as he glides through the air, and the gentle trilling of his saurian companions after a job well done.

He's friendly too, easy to get along with, and hard to dislike Ifa's made quite a reputation for himself across Natlan. As the go-to vet, he's usually swamped with work, but he loves his job so it's not something that bothers him too much. Some could argue he likes being around saurian's much more than he does his fellow humans, but he laughs it off like it's nothing. In truth, though, he does enjoy the simplicity of their little minds. He has to do less to have his intentions understood, and as such, being around them is a lot less draining than interacting with other people.

He is deeply empathetic and highly emotionally intelligent, which is likely why he prefers saurians over humans. Knowing and understanding the struggles of other people all the time would weigh on his mind like a ton of bricks, so he sticks to treating saurians. His empathy does make him a fantastic friend, and while he doesn't always know what to say to comfort someone, he somehow knows how to take care of them anyway. Be it being the shoulder they need to lean on, making them their favorite meals, or just sitting at their side until they feel okay enough to be alone. He's kind and understanding, not needing words to let people know he's there for them.

His natural relaxed composure, mixed with his affinity for empathy, and of course being good with animals makes him quite a heartthrob. While Hoyoverse likely wouldn't dare say that outright, the fine print is right there. He's likable, he's good looking and all kinds of easy-going, men and women alike across Natlan would probably kill for a chance at the ever-mysterious saurian vet's heart. Not that Ifa ever considers it an option. He likes the idea of love, but he feels a relationship like that would be hard to maintain with how often he has to be ready to up and leave for work. It wouldn't be fair of him to dump that on a partner, so he never pursues anything seriously, only indulging himself for fun while making it clear that it was nothing more than skin deep.

How does Ifa pursue you?

When he meets you, it's like the wind is knocked out of him by a raging Tatankasaur. You stun him, genuinely, with how beautiful he finds you. He's seen a ton of faces all across Natlan, he's seen gorgeous and handsome and model-worthy people. But none of them have ever taken his breath away like you have, left him gasping for things to say when you look at him, hoping to keep your eyes on him for a second longer. It doesn't matter if you're conventionally attractive or not, there is something about you that just strikes him. It's a level of interest he'd never felt before, and Ifa isn't the type to sit idly by and let someone like you get away.

He's pretty quick to talk to you, and the conversation comes easy. His natural pension for socializing comes in handy getting you to open up to him. Before you know it, you at the handsome vet have been chatting away for hours without a care in the world. It shocks both of you just how much you get along, and saying goodbye is harder than you'd think for two total strangers. Worry not, though, now that Ifa's gotten a taste he's pretty determined to keep it to himself.

He's not aggressive about pursuing you, though. It feels incredibly natural the way you come together, easy as a summer breeze. One day you go from never seeing Ifa to seeing him at least once a day. He's always got some reason to be in the city to see you, and all the time in the world to chat you up. He's got a Southern charm about him that makes you feel flushed with just a smile. It feels effortless on his part, but I can assure you it's not.

Ifa is very worried about giving off the wrong impression to you. He's aware that he's got admirers, he's aware that he comes off as laid-back, and he's doing his best to find a balance between being flirty and not coming on too strong. He wants it to be very clear to you that he's interested, but he doesn't want to scare you away by going in too hard and fast. He is terrified that he either won't get the message across or that you'll find his advances creepy, luckily this isn't the case. His natural wit and charm pay off, and the two of you easily fall in love with one another.

How does Ifa treat you?

I think the best descriptor of Ifa is hopeless. He is so in love with you and so dedicated to you that it makes him feel stupid. He catches himself staring at you with a lovesick smile on his face more than he'd like to admit. He just can't help it when he finds everything about you so wonderful. Rest assured, you're nothing if not positively spoiled rotten with love by him.

He's not exactly a super romantic guy, rarely doing super big shows of affection, because that feels disingenuous to him. Instead, he likes to show you he loves you through more subtle shows of affection. Buying you your favorite flowers, making you your favorite dinner, massaging the stress out of your shoulders, and listening to you talk about your daily activities. Quality time and acts of service are his go-to means of showing you love.

Equally, he's a very physically affectionate person. He doesn't seem it, because he keeps his distance from friends out of respect for their space. With you, though, he wants your space to be his. The most common is hugs from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and squeezing you tight into his chest. Usually out of the house he's got an arm around you in some way, and he's not afraid to give you a sneaky smooch either. Frequently smothers you in kisses when you're alone, he just likes kissing you so much that he can't help it.

He's really considerate of you and your time, and he does his best to work his schedule around you. It's not easy, but he does try his best, he wants you to feel like a priority in his life. Furthermore, if you move things around for him he'll be forever appreciative of you. Knowing that you know he's trying and that you're willing to adjust for him too is very reassuring to him, makes him feel like he has room to mess up and make mistakes and learn from them with you.

He takes very good care of you, ensuring you are healthy and happy at all times. After a while of being with him, you feel a lot better without feeling like much has changed in your lifestyle. Ifa does a really good job of subtly shifting your diet and adjusting a few things around to overall make you feel better without changing much about you. It's probably a little underhanded, sure, but Ifa's pretty blatant about it... if you don't notice the way he's changing things it's on you. If you ask him, he'll outright admit it, because you feeling good is top priority on his list.

While he does call you dude and bro, he has a few sweet nicknames that come out when he's really trying to lay on the charm thick. Namely, Darlin' and Sweetness. When he uses those, you know he wants something from you. He purrs them low and quiet, like a secret for only the two of you to hear. It's notable that he doesn't use them in public for anything, and if you ask him why, he'll look at you like you're crazy and refuse to answer the question. (He doesn't know why he does it either, it's like a switch gets flipped and he can't turn it off.)

Last, and probably most importantly, Ifa can't be with someone who doesn't like Saurians -- and he certainly can't be with someone who Cacucu doesn't like. He goes out of his way to socialize you with saurians because of that fact, and the more they seem to accept you the happier he gets. Cacucu, on the other hand, is pretty easy to get along with. The little guy is chill, so if he didn't like you for any reason, that would be a huge red flag. Thank goodness Cacucu decided he liked you from the moment you first met him, or else that would be an issue.

Well... Cacucu might like you a little too much. The little bird flutters around you and cuddles up to you like a helpless baby, and you always give him all the attention he wants... even at the expense of Ifa. He finds it hard to get annoyed, though. He's just happy the two of you get along... but seriously if Cacucu doesn't make room for him in the cuddle pile he's getting kicked out for the night.

MDNI Under the cut.

What's sex like with Ifa?

Firstly, Ifa isn't all the sexual of a guy. Most of his past relationships were based on sex, but he himself doesn't actively think about it all that much. When he's in a romantic relationship, it's not a big focus of his until much later down the line. That isn't to say he isn't attracted to you or turned on by you, just that he doesn't really push it much, because he wants to establish healthy boundaries with you before touching the bedroom. He probably won't do much initiating until more than a few months into the relationship, not really wanting to worry about pushing your limits too fast. If you initiate he's receptive, but he probably won't let it go much further than heavy petting.

When sex does become a goal of his, though, he realizes he's got quite an issue on his hands. See Ifa is pent up, very pent up. From years of not really having on steady partner to stress from his job, it's a lot on his shoulders, which leads to him being very pent up sexually. It didn't help that he mostly ignored his sexual desires aside from occasional one-night stands. Now with you here, ready and willing to sleep with him, he's found himself more desperate than he's willing to admit.

Your first time together he takes it at your pace, whatever that may be, but you can definitely tell he's holding himself back a lot. There's just this tension in his expression that you can't tell is a good or bad thing. He's just clearly fighting something off, because if he doesn't he's afraid it'll be too much for you, and he doesn't want you to feel unsafe around him. It's particularly bad after long periods apart, where he's this close to just letting that thin string snap, but holding off from letting it for your sake.

If you talk to him about it, he'll be embarrassed but admit that he's just... pent-up and needy. He wants nothing more than to pound you into next week, but it's pretty opposite from how he usually is, which makes him feel like he's deceiving you. He doesn't feel the need to be aggressive and rough in any other aspect of your relationship, but in bed, he just can't get the images out of his head. It drives him nuts that all he wants to do is make you feel good by bending you in half and fucking you till you can't speak.

When you explain to him that it's fine, and perfectly okay for him to want to try those things out with you, he feels a lot better about it. Being given the go-ahead, he's happy to experiment with whatever kinds of kinks you want. So long as you've talked about it beforehand, he's happy to try it out, and if one of you doesn't like it you both can stop at any time - just one safe word away.

Speaking of, he takes safety very seriously. Condom every time, absolutely no arguing about it. Kids are nice someday maybe, but not now, so you're either swallowing them or they're getting tossed in the can for now. THOROUGH foreplay, you're gonna be nice and stretched and relaxed before he even thinks about putting it in. Of course, plenty of aftercare when all is said and done - especially after more intense sessions. He'll carry you to the tub wash both of you down and massage out all your aches and pains.

More on what he is like in bed, though, with that established. Ifa is a hard dom, and I don't think he would bottom ever for anyone. He doesn't need control or anything, but he prefers topping because he can make sure things stay safe this way. He also just enjoys watching you fall apart under his touch. He's pretty mean, all things considered.

He likes to tease you a lot during sex, be it through overstimulation or by withholding your pleasure from you, he finds it all fun. I mentioned previously he's very much into cockwarming, but he's equally into thigh riding and also into thigh fucking if you'll let him. If he isn't cumming in your mouth, he prefers to see it on your stomach - bonus points if you play with it, it'll get the gears in his head turning hard.

Yes, he's a big fan of the hat rule, and cowgirl is his favorite position. It's practically a requirement for the god-awful thing to be on your head when you're riding him. He seems to like positions where he doesn't have to do much work, instead making you fight for your own orgasm while he sits back and enjoys the show.

His hands are usually somewhere around your thighs or hips, he finds them to be the best part of you. He can grab them, rub them, and squeeze them from any position, so of course he's a fan. A lot of the time while you ride him his hands will be resting on your thighs, rubbing over them slowly in encouragement. He'll use them to move you into whatever position he likes, and he's even used them as leverage while he's fucking you before. What can he say, he's a thigh guy.

Generally speaking, though, he's not so much rough as he is mean. He likes to see how far he can push you before you crack, which means he's really into overstimulating you. He does this deplorable thing where he withholds pleasure from you, edging you for as long as humanly possible, and then when he gets one orgasm out the next couple come in rapid succession without breaks. The most he's gotten in a row is five, but he's pretty sure he can break that record.

That being said, one last thing he's into that I'll mention is squirting. It's not an easy feat to get your partner to squirt, so he gets really happy when he can get you to that point. He knows just where to press to get you to see stars, knows just how he needs to touch you to have you losing yourself just like he wants.

Again, aftercare is king to him. He always carefully eases you down from your high, making sure you're okay before himself. Eases you up and checks you over, making sure you're still mentally with him before he takes you anywhere other than the bedroom. He can't care for you if you're still disoriented, after all. Aftercare with Ifa is like a personal spa, a nice hot bath with a massage, yummy snacks, and plenty of water -- not to mention Ifa is there the whole time talking you through it! He's really the best boyfriend ever.

[kinichval]

modern veterinary medicine student!ifa who's in the middle of catching up with his reviewers while simultaneously checking in group projects while also keeping up the progress of his individual outputs—it's finals season and he hasn't gotten a blink of sleep.

there's a punching ache around his head, at this point, he can't really specify which part hurts when his peers inquires (obviously concerned, this guy might end up in the emergency room earlier than expected). so, what does the amazing ifa do?

buy an overpriced, venti-sized americano with five fucking shots of espresso from a cafe across his dorm.

"order for customer ifa!"

customers are most of the time, if not always, right. and it's not your place as a barista to really question a customer's taste especially if you don't want to drive potential regulars away than attract... but really, is this guy alright?

"that's me." and you don't miss the drowsiness in his voice as he spoke, you figured he's a typical tired college student given that his student lanyard is hanging dearly around his neck. has this guy ever got a taste of a well-rounded 8 hours of slumber this week? by the looks of it, he's barely even home, only stopping by his dorm for a shower and a change of clothes.

he reaches out to take his tall cup of americano, but you resist for a moment. his brows furrow at your unusual action, "i said that's mine." he wasn't angry yet, rather it was a warning that irritation will slip out. "five shots of espresso? sir, are you okay?" you were genuinely asking, hoping that your words won't pass as a mocking statement towards him.

"it's none of your business." he dismisses, you're cute, he thinks. but right now isn't really meant for a quick flirt and go as he definitely needs to tend his backlogs or else he'll suffer a dropping grade, maybe he'll get your number the next time he drops by—hopefully not intending for another killer coffee drink.

but he smirks when he finds that you're one step ahead of him, a little paper stuck on his drink: [name] xxx-xxx-xxxx goodluck!

[madaqueue]

f!reader - 18+ MDNI (briefly going down on you and then just him fucking you + praise…hhh need him so bad - wk: 0.5k)

childe is eager, almost impossibly so. eager for battle, for blood, for the way his heart lurches with a landed strike and beats loudly in its golden cage.

he’s especially eager, it would seem, tonight. with the way he yanks your clothes off, tearing a few seams too many (something to repair later, you think), the way he mouths at your cunt through the thin fabric separating him from your warmth.

the sharp, prolonged inhale from him is almost embarrassing, almost makes you cover your eyes to hide the heat staining your cheeks. you’d try, if you didn’t know him so well - there’s an eagerness to hear all your little sounds, to see your face twist and warp into pleasure, because of him. he’s making you feel this good, as his tongue travels a slow, tortuous path up your folds. he’s making you feel this good, as his lips curl and suck over your clit. every moan that drips from your throat is rewarded ten-fold, hot breath and his own low, vibrating sounds against your skin, his hips rutting into the mattress, not even seeking friction when they search desperately for more of you.

once you’re finally naked, shredded articles laying around the mattress in a heap, once he finally sinks into you and feels the sun washing over him, he finds himself eager once more: this time, for your praise.

“is that good?” he asks into the space above your collarbone, hot breath filling his lungs but left with no other option than to suck it in quickly, ravenously. the way his cock stretches you with each thrust only spurs him on, faster, harder. “you like that?”

when you nod, quickly, his teeth nip at the column of your neck.

“tell me, pretty.” hips slam into yours, skin and sweat and more, more, more. “tell me how good i make you feel.”

and you worry you can’t, can’t fill the ever-emptying hole inside him that needs a constant source of your love, your light. but you’ll try.

“so good,” you babble, words bubbling over your lips and into his. “so good, it’s so good. you’re so good.” you think your fingers are running through his hair; you think he smiles.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” and you think maybe you’re smiling too. “feels - ah - the best.”

a grin that’s all teeth; a thrust that has your back arching from the bed and further into him.

“never felt like this before, never felt so good.” and now, your fingers trace his cheekbones, and you wonder if you’ve ever looked at the sun with half as much adoration. “the best, ajax, you’re the best.”

at that, he whines, and fucks you harder. “it’s because nobody’s ever loved you like i do. right?”

“nobody.” sky-blue eyes meet yours, and you feel the question hiding behind the clouds. “i’ve never loved anyone like you.”

he lets the fire inside him burst when his thrusts pick up speed and lose their tempo altogether. lets you feel it in the boyish giggle that morphs into a moan of your name when he hears you whispering ‘i love you, i love you, i love you.’ eats up the words and your lips, hungry, aching, begging. swallows them with an eager tongue and smiles.

a/n: yearning for him in a way that’s soooo normal (i would pull the sun from the sky and hand it to him with burnt palms)

[kinichval]

ororon asking ifa to deliver his vegetables to granny citlali, but instead of citlali opening the door, he's greeted by an almost equally drunk [name] (who swears to not have drunk much, but your droopy demeanor proves otherwise). he finds it adorable how you don't try to argue with him in your drunken state, and instead of using it against you, he lets it slide and remains his little secret that he knows what kind of silly and clingy baby you get when you're out on a session at citlali's.

[kinichval]

kinich normally doesn't get jealous.

his history of that sharpshooter type of glare at someone who thinks they can have a slot in your contacts is literally just twice.

the first being a member of a group project, he wasn't blaming you for being oblivious to the flirtatious advances, but it was making him uncomfortable. although, it was around the early stage of your relationship, so kinich finds it hard how to voice it out without seeming like he's too possessive.

the second time was when you were spending a bit too much time with this new friend of yours, now kinich beats himself up for thinking that this new person has some malicious intent, but he just can't brush off the side glances and intentionally close proximity whenever kinich is in the same picture as that new face. good thing, this time kinich knew how to work around his jealousy and communicated it with you!

kinich fears this will be the third time.

it's ridiculous.

unlike the aforementioned circumstances, this one holds no third party. not a living one at least.

(no, we're not talking about the dead)

"can't you just move in with me? we go to the same university, my apartment is closer too."

you raise a brow at your boyfriend, it was early in the morning on a sunday when all your responsibilities are checked off the list and finally, finally, you can rest without the consequences knocking at the back of your head.

"my love, i would love to live with you, but where is this coming from?" you giggle, cupping his cheek. the blanket draping over your cuddled bodies drifts down as kinich repositions to sit up, towering over your face. "just because..." his cheeks flush the color of fresh roses displayed on your wall, except he wasn't really blushing at the intimate moment, especially with the way you find his gaze momentarily falling your line of stuffed toys beside you.

"kinich, what are you on about?" you tease him, the government name pulls his attention back to your gorgeous morning face. oh god, if living with you means seeing your pretty face every day, he'll go find the best ring and propose right now.

"you should kiss me first thing in the morning," kinich mutters as he retreats to your neck. "i kiss you every day, my love." you try to detach him from the depths of your neck, yet he resists and tightens his hug around your waist. "i said every morning." he emphasizes, still his point is nowhere to be seen.

"we see each other in the morning before classes start."

"no, i don't mean that."

kinich rolls over to his back, dragging you with him. you lay flat on his chest as he peppers your face with soft kisses: cheeks, nose, jaw, and a lasting kiss on your lips.

"i'm jealous," his admission further twists your brain, where is this conversation going? as far as you know you do not kiss anyone—

wait, hold up.

"are you jealous that i kiss my teddy bear?"

kinich is quiet, embarrassed, and mentally throwing himself off a cliff.

"i want to be the first one you kiss in the morning." he admits, and before he can find a hiding spot, your caress locks him to face you. "you want me to live with you because you're jealous of my stuffed toys?" you chuckle, heightening his already flushed out face.

"marry me first."

"will you marry me right now?"

[kinichval]

when ifa casually, innocently, dropped an "and that's why i like you" after you solved a dilemma in the clinic, your heart did three consecutive backflips and your mind went haywire.

it wasn't a "yeah, that makes more sense, bro." or something platonic that cacucu might've already added to his little vocabulary, so it sounded different from his usual commentaries. and of course, you notice the subtle shift of his tone and words, and of course, you alleged some kind of meaning behind those—something you hope to go beyond the platonic boundaries.

except it's april first and you're not so sure if he's riding the bandwagon or if there's genuinely an underlying thought.

"you alright, bro? you've been zoning out since we closed the clinic."

great, now his handsome face is right in front of you, at eye-level and just a kiss away!

"y-yeah." you mumble, dropping your gaze down to where your hands scamper to pretend to be occupied. then he giggles, mentally you curse him out.

"since we wrapped up early today, do you wanna grab dinner with me?"

excuse me, what?

"romantically, i'm asking you out on a date; it's not a prank. i actually do like you, and i've been—"

and so, you kiss him.

[kinichval]

just so yk i almost kneeled down when i saw an IFA cosplayer ... bro was handsome af too

[kinichval]

kinich normally doesn't get jealous.

his history of that sharpshooter type of glare at someone who thinks they can have a slot in your contacts is literally just twice.

the first being a member of a group project, he wasn't blaming you for being oblivious to the flirtatious advances, but it was making him uncomfortable. although, it was around the early stage of your relationship, so kinich finds it hard how to voice it out without seeming like he's too possessive.

the second time was when you were spending a bit too much time with this new friend of yours, now kinich beats himself up for thinking that this new person has some malicious intent, but he just can't brush off the side glances and intentionally close proximity whenever kinich is in the same picture as that new face. good thing, this time kinich knew how to work around his jealousy and communicated it with you!

kinich fears this will be the third time.

it's ridiculous.

unlike the aforementioned circumstances, this one holds no third party. not a living one at least.

(no, we're not talking about the dead)

"can't you just move in with me? we go to the same university, my apartment is closer too."

you raise a brow at your boyfriend, it was early in the morning on a sunday when all your responsibilities are checked off the list and finally, finally, you can rest without the consequences knocking at the back of your head.

"my love, i would love to live with you, but where is this coming from?" you giggle, cupping his cheek. the blanket draping over your cuddled bodies drifts down as kinich repositions to sit up, towering over your face. "just because..." his cheeks flush the color of fresh roses displayed on your wall, except he wasn't really blushing at the intimate moment, especially with the way you find his gaze momentarily falling your line of stuffed toys beside you.

"kinich, what are you on about?" you tease him, the government name pulls his attention back to your gorgeous morning face. oh god, if living with you means seeing your pretty face every day, he'll go find the best ring and propose right now.

"you should kiss me first thing in the morning," kinich mutters as he retreats to your neck. "i kiss you every day, my love." you try to detach him from the depths of your neck, yet he resists and tightens his hug around your waist. "i said every morning." he emphasizes, still his point is nowhere to be seen.

"we see each other in the morning before classes start."

"no, i don't mean that."

kinich rolls over to his back, dragging you with him. you lay flat on his chest as he peppers your face with soft kisses: cheeks, nose, jaw, and a lasting kiss on your lips.

"i'm jealous," his admission further twists your brain, where is this conversation going? as far as you know you do not kiss anyone—

wait, hold up.

"are you jealous that i kiss my teddy bear?"

kinich is quiet, embarrassed, and mentally throwing himself off a cliff.

"i want to be the first one you kiss in the morning." he admits, and before he can find a hiding spot, your caress locks him to face you. "you want me to live with you because you're jealous of my stuffed toys?" you chuckle, heightening his already flushed out face.

"marry me first."

"will you marry me right now?"

[knnichs]

flower crowns.

his quick thinking made him come up with one more excuse. saying there was one more stray flower petal on your head, when in truth, he had hoped to hear another three words that had held as much meaning as the ones you had just said.

c. kingdom messenger sethos x royalty gn! reader

t. character(s) are friends with reader but have romantic feelings, mutual pining (ish??), royalty au, friends to something more but less than lovers, reader is the princeps/princess/prince of the vehero kingdom, fluff, not proofread we die like bamoun, possibly ooc sethos. wc: 1.8k

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There truly is no better way to spend afternoons. Laying in the grass, feeling the breeze as the wind picks up, the subtle rustle of the trees. And of course your friend, Sethos, by your side. He’d already gotten himself busy, running around the entire field and picking a few things out. What they’re for–you don’t know. All you’re sure of right now is how nice it would be to just doze off and… 

“[Name] – I mean, your highness, come quick!” 

His voice pierces through whatever peace you had lazing around underneath the large oak tree. You let out an annoyed huff, raising yourself up from the grass, supporting your body with your hands. 

“What?” 

“Get over here!” 

The urgency in his voice has you standing up from your spot, brushing off our clothes for any dirt that had gotten stuck while you laid down. The boy was just a bit below the small hill,  clearly hiding something behind his back. Even if you were staying all the way back, you can see the mischievous grin creeping up his face. 

“Do I have to?” You grumbled. The heat of the sun was enough to make you stay in your comfortable little place. 

“Uh–Yeah? Don’t be so annoyed now, we came here to hang out, not to just sleep everywhere.” He shouts, “You know what? Just… don’t come here if you really find your spot more enticing than me.”

You roll your eyes but get up anyway, stretching your arms above your head as you walk toward him. “I’m already up, too late for all that nonsense.”

He smiles, stepping aside as he shows the bundle of small flowers he picked all afternoon. A handful are yellow and red, a few being white, and some being pink. He looks so proud of it that you almost feel bad for being so hesitant to get up.

“...Is this what you’ve been up to?” You ask, crossing your arms. The wind makes a few of the small flowers fly away, but Sethos is quick to catch them and reach his hand out to give it to you.

“Yup. ‘Cause unlike you, I got somethin’ planned for us today.” 

“The last time you had something planned for us, I almost got caught by the king.” You point a finger at him accusingly, your tone stern yet teasing. “You’ve got nothing but trouble again, I bet.”

He shakes his head, throwing his hands up in defeat. “No. Just flower crowns, see?” He brushes a few flowers to the side, separating to convince you that yes, there is nothing in here. Don’t worry. 

You roll your eyes at his gesture, finding your spot in the grass and sitting down. Not without a grumble though–to which Sethos laughs at. He lets you pick out your bunch of flowers, you carefully choose the perfect color combination and all you leave for him is a mess of jumbled colors. He doesn’t complain, simply smiling and letting you work in silence.

“Already halfway done?” The boy asks, his voice breaking the quiet air between the two of you. You nod, although somewhat frustrated. You’ve been trying to tie the string together so the crown wouldn’t suddenly fall apart–but it’s proving to be quite difficult. Not only is the string too thin, but the flowers couldn’t hold up everytime you fiddled with it, a few of them would always fall apart when you tried to fix it.

“I’m so close to giving up on this.” You admit, letting the incomplete flower crown fall to your lap.

He reaches for your hands to grip on it gently, slightly encouraging you. “Can’t tie the string, hm? I’ll teach ‘ya.”

He moves to sit next to you, nudging your shoulder and your knees touching as he inched closer. Clearly, he might as well be using this as an excuse to be near you. But you don’t speak. 

Sethos grabs both ends of the string, carefully looping it slowly and pushing his fingers out of the way to show you every step. You try to follow along, making an X, loop, another X, and another loop. Eventually, after multiple failed tries, you’ve successfully tied the crown together.

You smile, cheerfully exclaiming about your hard earned achievement. I finally got it! The crown is done! 

He can’t help but appreciate how you’ve outshone the sun in his eyes. His breath catches in his throat whenever he looks at you, this is just another one of those moments.  A moment of tranquility in the kingdom of Vehero–with their future ruler, at that. Your smile brighter than anything he’d ever seen–then, you notice. Quickly trying to hide your face from him, embarrassed.

“...What is it? Do I have something on my face?” You ask, completely oblivious that you were the reason his heart raced–he shook his head, smiling back at you.

“No, it’s nothing.” He mumbled. “Just… uh, admiring your skills. You’re quite talented at makin’ the flower crowns. Are you sure it’s your first time?”

“I mean, yeah. The maids always made this for me, I wanted to try it myself for the longest time.” 

Sethos clears his throat, bringing a hand to his mouth before raising your flower crown up–pretending to admire it just to focus the attention back on you instead of him. “For a beginner though, this is impressive. You’re a natural at this.”

You laugh at the compliment, trying to brush it off–though you will admit, your flower crown does look pretty good.  The wind picks up–giving you some cold air on a hot afternoon day. The rustling of leaves  is heard, a simple sound you’ve grown to love, and a few of the flower petals go along with the air. A flower had unexpectedly landed right on top of your head, yet you haven’t realized it.

“Oh, stay still. You’ve got something on your hair.” He says, leaning towards you to reach out for it, unknowingly, you reach for the spot as well– brushing your fingers accidentally. He freezes for a split second. Sethos has held your hand multiple times as kids, even until now. What makes this any different? He quickly withdraws his hand, once again, clearing his throat.  “Sorry, I–uh, I didn’t mean to…”

You notice his awkwardness, yet you think nothing of it–clearly, you weren’t as affected by the feelings that almost consumed him whole. “Careful, or else I  might think you’re trying to get too familiar, Sethos.” You tease, yet it does nothing to calm his poor heart.

“No such thing, your highness.” He laughs, although strained, and he brings his hand to his flower crown–laid forgotten on his lap. “...Unless, you want it to be.” 

“Ahh,” Jokingly, you  nudged his shoulder. “You can be flirtatious if you really wanted to! Good to know. No wonder you’re popular with women.” 

He shrugged, “I try my best.” 

The flower crowns have been completed. Yours were in your favorite color–thanks to Sethos making the effort and scouring the entire forest just to finish your crown. His were… a mix of everything. Yellow, white, pink, and purple, yet he found a way to make it all work together.

“Look, Sethos.” You raise your crown, showing it off. “It’s adorable! Unlike yours, mine actually has a proper color coding, thank you very much.” 

He laughs, shaking his head. “I don’t know about that, highness. Mine’s got more colors, it’s livelier.” 

“Not at all, Tighnari said that having a theme with your flowers is better.” 

“So now you and him are great friends? Have I been abandoned? This is a fate worse than death!” He shouts, falling down on the grass below him while the back of his hand is pressed to his forehead. You give him a questioning look–because how dramatic of him to think that you’d prioritize other people over your best friend. (Who is now pretending he died simply because you had mentioned the name of the botanist.)

You take one more look at his flower crown, all the colors jumbled up with no specific order at all.  Yet, a voice in you says that his actually–somehow–looked better, despite being a mess. 

“It’s not that bad, I suppose…” You say, looking everywhere but in his direction.  “Put it on me, your future ruler says so.” 

He opens one of his eyes, a grin splayed out on his stupid face. “Oh? And what if I don’t want to?” 

“I command you to!”

“Fine, fine.” He sits up, gesturing  you to move closer. “C’mere, your highness. You’re quite hard to please.”

Gently, he picks up his crown and puts it on the top of your head–trying to suppress the giddiness you felt. His hand lingers a little more than necessary, leaving you to wonder what exactly he was doing. So you open your eyes, and when you finally look at him, he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear. Grinning, Sethos leans back and admires his work, letting out a satisfied hum.

“There. Now you’re actually fit for royalty. No ‘thank you, Sethos?’ “ The boy nudges your arm, laughing. You weren’t ignorant enough to not notice the way his voice slightly shook when he spoke, the slight tint of red dusting his cheeks. All your efforts to hide your appreciation disappears–and you find yourself freely smiling at him. 

“...It’s perfect.” Sethos tries to adjust the flower crown for it to be placed on the center, wishing he had some sort of camera to showcase this moment–his hardwork on his life's greatest wish, his biggest what-if, and his only love.

“Oh, so now you’re calling me perfect?”

“I was talking about the flower crown, your highness.” He grinned, pushing your forehead with a single finger playfully. “I guess the same could be said about you too. ‘I guess’” 

He doubts repeating the word in a mocking manner would even help break the thoughts most likely forming in your head–does he like you, or does he not? The relationship between the two of you confuses you to no end. One day, he’s doing everything he can to get your attention, and he’s gone back to pretending everything he said was just because he was teasing you.

Naturally, you hesitate, thinking about what to say before the sun had started to set. When the orange glow casts on your face, you could only give him a faint whisper–thank you, Sethos.

It barely reached his ears. He had to strain to hear it, but he was glad he leaned in a little closer. His quick thinking made him come up with one more excuse. Saying there was one more stray flower petal on your head, when in truth, he had hoped to hear another three words that had held as much meaning as the ones you had just said.

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[kinichval]

when ifa casually, innocently, dropped an "and that's why i like you" after you solved a dilemma in the clinic, your heart did three consecutive backflips and your mind went haywire.

it wasn't a "yeah, that makes more sense, bro." or something platonic that cacucu might've already added to his little vocabulary, so it sounded different from his usual commentaries. and of course, you notice the subtle shift of his tone and words, and of course, you alleged some kind of meaning behind those—something you hope to go beyond the platonic boundaries.

except it's april first and you're not so sure if he's riding the bandwagon or if there's genuinely an underlying thought.

"you alright, bro? you've been zoning out since we closed the clinic."

great, now his handsome face is right in front of you, at eye-level and just a kiss away!

"y-yeah." you mumble, dropping your gaze down to where your hands scamper to pretend to be occupied. then he giggles, mentally you curse him out.

"since we wrapped up early today, do you wanna grab dinner with me?"

excuse me, what?

"romantically, i'm asking you out on a date; it's not a prank. i actually do like you, and i've been—"

and so, you kiss him.

[aurumalatus]

you’re mad at kinich, and he knows it.

he knows because when he shows up to your apartment, ready to walk you to class, you stride straight past him and out the door. he knows because you‘re pouting, even as he presses your favorite iced coffee order into your hands, even as he lifts your bag from your shoulder and slings it over his.

“you’re mad,” kinich says plainly, a few steps behind you as you walk across the quad. he fishes in his pocket, producing a single cherry lollipop that he unwraps and pops into his mouth as he walks.

“i’m not mad,” you reply, in a tone that clearly conveys that you are, indeed, mad.

and really, it’s not exactly a secret—kinich knows why you’re upset, and you know that he knows. it’s solely your lack of willingness to talk about it that lead you to your current situation.

“you’re mad because i’m leaving for a week,” he sighs. you glance back to see if he’s still following as you step on the sidewalk next to the street, and he is.

when he sees you look, he smiles, lollipop stick peeking from the corner of his lip.

“i just think it’s ridiculous,” you huff, arms crossed. people are watching as you pass, whispering about the obvious disagreement between you and your boyfriend, but you don’t particularly care. “what kind of ‘team bonding’ trip takes a week?”

cars are passing by, and kinich can’t watch it for much longer; he finally matches your step, urging you away from the side closest to the road. you turn your nose up, refusing to meet his eyes.

“come on, princess. if i wasn’t captain, i wouldn’t go on the trip in the first place. but they’re asking me to go, and i agreed. i don’t want to back out on that.”

the rational part of you knows that you’re being selfish. but the rational part of you has been beaten down by the constant stress of final exams, club responsibilities, and other life issues, so sometimes the worse parts of you take over.

you’ve been so busy that the two of you haven’t had much alone time together, and it’s taken a toll on your mental health. you wonder if you’re the pathetic one—if kinich is handling it just fine, aren’t you just being too needy?

still, he reaches for you, slinging an arm over your shoulder and holding you close, and you don’t shake him off.

“princess,” kinich tries again, gentle, “look at me. c’mon.”

and you do, because even when you’re mad, you have trouble saying no to him.

when you do, all you can see is the devotion and warmth in his eyes, and it immediately makes you forget about everything else.

he raises a brow, corners of his lips just slightly upturned. “are you still mad?”

head leaning against his shoulder, you sigh. “i just miss you.”

and kinich gets it. he does. because he misses you too, every minute he can’t spend with you, every day he’s away, every second you aren’t by his side. so he slides the candy from his mouth with a slight ‘pop’, then presses a kiss to your forehead.

it’s warm.

“once i get back, we’ll spend a whole week together,” he promises. “and by the time that’s over, you’ll be sick of me instead.”

you huff once more, and kinich smirks.

“don’t say that,” you finally say, offended. “i could never be sick of you.”