HI yes hello its me !! i thought i'd bring up my unexpected hiatus because i pretty much just poof up and left without posting for months, and i do in fact have a couple of requests sitting around collecting dust in the vault, so... YEAH okay honestly i have no excuse. i had the entire summer to publish ANYTHING and i didnt, and now that school is back i dont exactly have the time to.
im sorry. truly, i am. i will admit my passion for writing comes and goes as it pleases, and this is likely one of my slumps where that joy just fizzles out. i dont think i'll be leaving, but i also cannot say when i will return.
but who knows !! nod krai releases soon (september 10th everyone mark your calendars) and i hate to say that im one of many who has fallen for flins' charms... perhaps the new region will spark a newfound inspiration, but for now, its hard to say.
my apologies to all travelers. may we meet again soon ,
Hey, I’m the person who requested the hemophilia reader and you have successfully made my day as well as my toes curl 😌
I’m not gonna lie you actually wrote them pretty well and I like how Freminet and Diluc aren’t over bearing which sounds pretty in character for them. I look forward to reading more of your writing!
YAY im so so so glad you liked it!! thank you for reading ♡♡
summary : diluc, freminet, and tartaglia look after you !! fluffy comfort headcanons, reader has hemophilia. gn! reader (no pronouns.) ╱ word count : 1.3k.
⤷ ꒰★꒱ requested : i did my best pookie, this was an incredibly interesting idea and i had a really fun time writing it!! super super honored you chose me to make it come to life and hope i stayed relatively true to your vision ♡︎
── ♥ : diluc.
when diluc finds out about your hemophilia, he takes it seriously—fully, without hesitation.
he doesn't treat you like glass, but he does devote himself to learning everything he can about your condition. he studies medical texts, consults with a few local healers, and does his best to understand the challenges you face.
he's fairly quiet about his concern, and his protectiveness manifests in subtle ways; always ensuring your environment is safe, removing potential hazards, and being cautious during outdoor or physical activities.
keeps an extra handkerchief in his coat pocket just in case, along with bandages and other things you might need. it's not even a conscious task anymore, just another essential like his gloves or his vision.
he'll stay pretty calm during your infusions. he cradles your hand and offers what comforting words he can, trying to distract you with stories or music. he knows of the discomfort the procedure brings, as well as the anxiety that follows with it.
diluc may not be overly expressive with words, but the care he gives is intentional and fiercely loyal. to him, you're not fragile—if anything, this only makes you stronger beyond compare. but that won't prevent him from treating you with all the gentleness in the world.
the needle stings. you don't flinch, far too used to it by now, but diluc still watches with a mix of focus and concern, his presence soothing in the otherwise quiet room.
"you did well," he says quietly, his voice warm with praise. his hand rests near yours, just close enough to feel his warmth.
a sharp breath escapes your lips as the needle slides deeper, tension slowly easing as it settles. "thanks. i know it's not easy to watch."
he only shakes his head, gaze going soft. "don't worry about me. i just... wish i could take this away from you."
his words linger, and there's an unspoken weight to them. you can feel his protective nature attempting to shield you from the ache of the world. but you know full well that even with how much he cares, this is one thing he cannot simply erase.
nevertheless, he's still here. in this moment, by your side, offering all he can. his presence, his care, his attention. you look up and find that he's already watching you with his usual intensity, but there's something deeper in his eyes. something tender. his hand brushes against yours, fingers weaving into your own.
"i'll always be here," he adds, anchoring you to the present—anchoring you to him. "you know you don't have to face this alone."
you squeeze his hand in return, the tightness in your chest melting away at his assurance. "i know, diluc. i know."
the infusion continues as usual, but now the sting of the needle doesn't feel quite as sharp. not with him beside you.
── ♥ : freminet.
you've had hemophilia your entire life, and managing it is part of your daily routine. but that doesn't mean it's easy.
the infusions, the bruising, the fear of getting hurt... it wears you down, especially on hard days. and freminet knows he can't fix it. but that's never stopped him from trying to make things a little more bearable for you in every way he can.
he was very very nervous about it when you'd first told him. poor boy is so afraid of doing something wrong or making things worse. but the more time he spent with you, the more he wanted to understand.
like diluc, he's a quiet supporter. never overwhelming, never loud—just there, steady and constant. his comfort doesn't come in the form of any grand declarations, but in the way he sets up the room before your treatment.
your favorite blanket? check. water bottle? check. even as you're getting set up, he stays close by and offers his hand to hold if you need it.
he doesn't like seeing you in pain, but he's never turned away from it. even when the needle pricks your skin and you're holding back a wince, he'll stay at your side the whole time.
and when the worst is over, he always insists on helping you clean up. his fingers are a little clumsy sometimes, but his movements are soft and careful. he'll ask in a whisper, "is this alright?" before adjusting your sleeves or pressing gauze to your arm.
he doesn't say it out loud, but he wishes he could make it all go away. the pain, the bruises, the bleeding and the uncertainty. but since he can't, he does the next best thing: staying with you through it all, providing every ounce of warmth he has.
your arm is still sore from the infusion, the sting now dull but persistent. you curl further into the bed and wrap the blanket tighter around your figure, trying to will the ache away.
freminet hesitates at the doorway, fidgeting with something behind his back. "i, um... i brought someone who might make you feel better."
before you can respond, he shuffles over and gently sets pers down on the bed beside you. the little penguin whirrs, doing a little spin and flapping its metallic wings.
"you can hold him for a while," he murmurs, staring at the ground. "if it helps."
you blink down at the small machine and frown as it stops moving, reaching for him so you can wind him back up. pers clicks to life in your hands, limbs twitching softly as he flaps again.
freminet can't help but smile, watching you carefully. "he's—he's good at keeping company... when i get overwhelmed, i talk to him about it. i thought he'd bring you comfort."
"thank you," you whisper, gazing at his treasured companion in awe. "he does."
── ♥ : tartaglia.
when you first tell ajax about your hemophilia, he listens with uncharacteristic silence. no interruptions, no jokes—focused, brows furrowed and eyes a little too serious.
he's not a doctor, but he's been through enough battles to understand how scary it is when your own body turns on you. so it hits him harder than you expect.
but he does his best; he's surprisingly responsible when it comes down to it. he memorizes the names of your medications, the timing of your infusions, the symptoms to look out for.
his biggest struggle is restraining himself. he's naturally very energetic, and wants nothing more than to sweep you off your feet and run around with you in the snow. but he also never wants to risk hurting you.
his siblings back home know not to roughhouse with you. he'd sat them down once and explained it in a way they'd understand—"you know how snowflakes melt if you hold them too tight?"
you never even have to ask for comfort; he offers it freely. whether it's a blanket draped over your shoulders or his arms wrapped gently around your waist, he gives in like it's instinct.
the fire cracks low in the hearth, casting a warm light across the room. you're bundled up on the couch, half-asleep and sore, the ache in your arm still lingering from your earlier infusion. you barely even hear ajax approach before he's crouching down beside you, two steaming mugs in hand.
"figured you'd want something sweet," he says, handing you a cup of cocoa. "it's the deluxe recovery package, specially curated by yours truly. careful, though—it's still hot."
you try not to laugh, taking the drink with a small 'thank you.' the ceramic is warm against your palms, and you blow on it before taking a grateful sip.
"i thought since i can't take the pain away, the least i can do is make you smile." he turns to look at you then, grinning softly. "did it work?"
you don't answer right away. instead, you nudge your knee softly against his and rest your head on his shoulder, offering him a bit of your blanket. he exhales, the tension slipping from him all at once.
the curve that tugs on your lips is all the response he needs.
oh my god i got a headcanon request for diluc tartaglia and freminet but i ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK SO WHOEVER SENT IT I PROMISE IM NOT FLAKING ON YOU!! I STARTED DRAFTING IT EARLIER I SWEAR... bear with me uifdskskdsjk i love you pookie whoever you are ☹️<3
summary + tw : argument aftermath, suggested alcohol use; you finally confront him about his drinking problem. slight reverse comfort, angst if you squint, making up. gn! reader (no pronouns.) ╱ word count : 1.5k.
⤷ ꒰★꒱ requested by : @i-am-a-hot-man.
you've been losing your mind ever since he stormed out.
perhaps it's a little silly of you to be worrying this much. after all, it's never been particularly unusual for him to disappear after an argument. he's a free spirit, coming and going like the wind, flitting wherever his whims decide to take him. but, then again...he's never been gone for this long before.
three days. three days with no word, not even a clue as to where he might have gone. you've scoured his usual haunts—angels share, the statue of barbatos, even windrise... but there's no sign of him anywhere. no traces he left behind. the quiet stretches unbearably thin in his absence, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts.
and your guilt.
the feeling rears its head the moment your mind drifts back to the argument, clawing at you restlessly. you'd only wanted to help, to make him understand that his habits were worrying you. but somewhere along the way, your words must have cut too deep.
the evening had started quietly enough. he had come home mid-afternoon, cheeks flushed and his signature giggle carrying an all too familiar slur.
"venti," you had begun, trying to keep your tone light. "how much have you had to drink?
he waved a hand lazily, plucking the strings of his lyre with no tune in mind. "hehe, not much... just enough to keep things fun! lighten up, yeah?"
your brows furrowed, and the faint tension in your chest only grew tighter. "i thought we'd agreed you'd try to cut back."
"and i have!" he quipped, his grin so carefree it bordered on infuriating. "why, i've only had... hmm. maybe six glasses?"
"six," you'd repeated, patience growing thinner. "venti, this is the third time this week. do you know how worried i get when you disappear for hours on end, only to come home like this?"
his laughter faltered, even if only for a moment. "worried? pfft, there's no need to worry about me! i'm perfectly fine."
"except you're not," you insisted, voice soft but firm. "you're clearly anything but fine. you disappear, drown yourself in wine, and never tell me why."
something on his face flickered at that. something raw and unguarded. but he quickly masked it with another chuckle, letting out a string of giggles. "come onnn... you're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be."
"because it is a big deal!" the words had tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, the frustration starting to spill over. "not only does this obviously affect you, but do you even care about how it makes me feel? how hard it is to watch you get like this and not know what to do?"
venti stilled, his fingers tightening around the neck of his lyre. for a moment, you thought he might actually say something. something real, something honest. but then he stood, his gaze flickering toward the door.
"i didn't come here for a lecture," he muttered, voice coated with a sharpness you'd never heard from him before.
"wait—" you started to call out for him, but he was already moving, already leaving. he stormed out and shut the door with a soft click, echoing like a thunderclap in the silence he left behind.
and now it's been days since you last spoke. you've been waiting anxiously for him, watching the clock hands as the hours pass by, unable to shake the argument from your memory. he's always been quick to disappear after a dispute, his wanderer's heart leading him away from confrontation.
but still, you worry. how could you not? venti may be an eccentric free thinker, but he's also deeply sensitive, even if he hides it behind playful smiles and poetic musings. you saw the way his eyes flashed with hurt, the way he stiffened and froze up at what you had said. it's not just his absence that weighs on you; it's the thought of where his mind might have strayed in the time he's been away.
it's only when the third evening descends that you finally hear it. the faint, uneven creak of the front door swinging open. the hesitant patter of familiar footsteps.
your breath catches, and you nearly trip over yourself as you rush to the entryway. and when you see him standing there, you all but freeze in your tracks.
venti stands against the structure of the door, framed by the soft amber hues of twilight. his usual playful demeanor is nowhere to be seen. instead he looks... exhausted. his clothes are disheveled, hair tousled by the relentless wind, and there's a hollow look in his seafoam eyes. he grips his lyre loosely by his side, strings still and lifeless; a reflection of the bard himself.
"venti," you breathe, voice trembling. relief surges through you, but so does a sting of anger and hurt.
"...im home," he says quietly, but his voice cracks on the last word, betraying the stoicism he'd been trying to maintain.
you take a tentative step forward, unsure whether to embrace him or demand an explanation. but before you can decide, his knees buckle, and you spare no time in lunging forward to catch him. his weight collapses against you, his head finding shelter against your shoulder.
"you've been gone for three days," you whisper. there's an edge in your voice he isn't used to.
"i know."
"you can't just leave like that."
"i know."
"do you have any idea how worr—"
"i know," he blurts, voice muffled against your skin as he hurries the words out. "i...im sorry. i thought—i thought some time away would help, that maybe i could clear my head, but really i just... i couldn't face you."
you only let out a sigh, guiding him to the sofa and gently urging him to sit as you kneel by his side. he doesn't resist. instead, he clutches his lyre to his chest, as if it's the only shield he has left.
he lets out a shaky breath, gaze falling to the floor. "i messed up," he says. "i always do, don't i? i drink too much, i laugh too loud, i push too far... and whenever you bring it up, i run instead of fixing it."
your expression softens, but the soft ache in your chest doesn't fade. "venti," you whisper, eyes locked on the way his fingers curl tighter around his lyre. "you haven't ruined anything. im upset because you left for three days with no warning. you could have left a letter, a sign, something to tell me if you were okay or not."
he exhales shakily, forcing out a breathless, half-hearted laugh. "i didn't mean to make you worry so much. i just—" he swallows hard. "it's... strange."
"what is?" you ask, tilting your head.
"ive never had a place to come home to before," he admits, voice low and barely a whisper. "not really. not with walls and warmth and someone waiting on the other side of the door. i've always just... wandered, went along wherever the wind took me. and for a long time, that was fine."
the bard's hands tremble against the lyre, so slight you almost don't notice. "but now there's you. and suddenly, im not used to the idea of someone worrying about where i go or what i do. caring when i disappear, it's..." he hesitates before finally meeting your gaze, eyes glassy. "it's all so new. it kind of terrifies me."
your heart twists at his admission. the hardship he carries isn't just in his drinking, but in his avoidance; it's in the way he's convinced himself that he doesn't deserve the care you offer so freely.
he lets out a weak chuckle. "i guess part of me thought it'd be easier if i just... ran. that maybe if i left first, i wouldn't have to deal with what it means to be cared for like this." he stops, voice wavering. "but all it did was remind me that i don't want to be without you."
all the air leaves your lungs. in that moment, any lingering frustration melts away, replaced by a deep, overwhelming understanding.
slowly, carefully, you reach out, prying his hand free from his lyre so you can lace your hands together. he nearly shudders at the touch. "you don't have to run," you tell him gently, giving his fingers a squeeze. "i just want to understand you, venti. i want to be there for you. but i can't do that if you keep shutting me out."
his gaze flickers with something vulnerable, and with another breathless laugh, he squeezes your hand back. "i know. i'll try," he says, voice uncharacteristically fragile. "i promise you, i will."
you smile, relief flooding your core. "good."
and as the last of the evening light filters through the window, the archon exhales, silently resting his forehead against yours. he's all but discarded his lyre, and his grip on your hand is firm. he doesn't have all the answers. he's still scared. but this? this feels like a start.
for once in all his years, he doesn't want to run.
summary : happy lantern rite!! literally just fluffy bf drabbles... falling in love with the vigilant yaksha. gn! reader, (no pronouns.) ╱ word count : 914.
he's scared at first
love is a very foreign thing to xiao. he's heard the term before, he's seen couples stroll through the streets of liyue harbor, but he's never truly understood the concept—not really.
not that it mattered. such attachments never appealed to him anyway. love was a distraction, a vulnerability he could not afford. for as long as xiao could remember, his purpose had been clear: to protect liyue. to shoulder his karmic debt, and atone for the blood staining his hands.
he'd spent centuries alone, tethered to his role as the conqueror of demons... and he was perfectly okay with that.
but then you appeared, threading your way into his life with a softness he didn't know how to guard against. initially, he thought nothing of it. you were simply just another kind soul, one whose time in this world would pass in a blink of an eye. he convinced himself that whatever it was drawing him toward you would fade, just as all things eventually do.
except it didn't.
instead, you lingered. in his thoughts, in his days, in his heart. you had an air of resilience about you, a kindness that extended even to someone like him.
you didn't flinch at his cold demeanor, nor did you try to pry into the shadows of his past. instead, you offered him something he never knew he craved: patience. understanding. acceptance.
it confused him greatly, this persistent and unfamiliar pull. xiao had always lived within the confines of his duty, firmly rooted in his solitude. he'd mastered the art of suppressing his emotions, locking them away so they would never interfere with his purpose.
yet here you were, a mere mortal, breaking him out of his shell little by little.
this would not do. he'd already decided the best course of action was to avoid you entirely. surely, this was the answer—distance himself, cut off whatever thread of connection that had been woven between you.
it should have been simple. keep his distance, let these feelings fade; it's what he felt was best. you didn't deserve to be burdened by someone like him, after all. but the more he avoided you, the more it hurt, the ache in his chest only intensifying the further he pulled away.
and when it finally happens, the realization strikes him like the sharpest of blades. the adeptus is no stranger to pain, but this feeling is something far too gentle to be compared to as such.
he didn't know what to do with the warmth that bloomed in his cheeks whenever you smiled his way, or the ache of longing that tugged at him whenever you left. he realized that the thought of keeping you at a distance suddenly felt unbearable.
oh. is this what humans call "love"?
xiao is not one for words, so when the confession finally slips past his lips, it is raw and unpolished. a quiet admission, barely above a whisper. he braces himself for rejection, for the weight of his existence to be too much for you to endure.
but you don't turn away. instead, you give him the same unwavering warmth that has undone him from the beginning, and that's when he knows it will be alright.
loving xiao is a lesson in patience. unfamiliar with tenderness, he hesitates in his affections. but that doesn't mean he won't try in whatever ways he can manage. he keeps watch over you as you sleep, urges that you call his name whenever danger arises, and offers lingering touches that make it seem as though he's afraid you'll slip past his fingers.
physical touch is definitely a learning curve for him. he startles the first time you take his hand, and stiffens whenever you lean against him. in the early stages of your relationship, he was often prone to pulling away—what if he does something wrong? what if his karmic debt ends up hurting you by mistake?
but even in his hesitance, you are patient. you never push, and you never demand more than he can give. and somehow, that makes him want to try; to be better, to be someone worthy of the warmth you offer so freely.
he's... he's learning. what it means to love, and to allow himself to be loved.
his affections are subtle, but they are there: his lingering gaze when he thinks you aren't looking, how he hovers nearby even when he insists he isn't worried. small yet significant moments where he allows himself to reach for you first—be it a quick brush of fingers or the silent way he rests his forehead against yours.
he's still not the best with words, either. but over time, he finds his own way of saying things that he can't. "be careful," really means "i worry about you." when he says "call my name if you need me," he means "i will always be there when you need it."
and on the rarest nights, when the world feels quiet and safe, he whispers the words he once thought he'd never be able to say to another. hushed and reverent, afraid the syllables will crumble if spoken too loudly.
"i love you."
for the first time in his long, weary existence, love does not feel like a weakness. with you, it is neither a curse nor something to guard against. it is a soft, enduring thing. a promise. unspoken, but deeply felt.
summary : falling in love with the hydro dragon ... happy birthday mister iudex ♡
gn! reader (no pronouns.) ╱ word count : 1.1k.
oh dear lord
neuvillette is a very reserved man, and he's long since made a habit of keeping his feelings to himself. not that this is by choice—even after living among humans for five hundred years, he still struggles deeply with expressing himself.
which is why he finds falling in love with you to be both a wonderful blessing and a confusing curse all at once.
he's very unaccustomed to the feelings that stir inside his chest whenever he's around you. he doesn't even fully recognize what they are. but he does notice the way his gaze on you lingers longer than it should, the way his mind strays to you in his moments of quiet.
it unsettles him, this unfamiliar tug on his heart. soft yet insistent, like the rhythm of rain against a window.
he tries to rationalize it at first. he tells himself it's simply admiration, appreciation for your kindness, your wit... or perhaps the way you treat everyone with a warmth he's yet to master.
neuvillette is a logical man, after all. feelings like this aren't meant to exist in his framework of thinking.
yet despite his best efforts, the thought of you refuses to fade. he starts noticing other things, too: the way his chest tightens when you're near, how he can't quite meet your eyes without feeling an odd wave of vulnerability. in these challenging moments, he finds himself clutching his cane tightly; what's going on?
only after weeks of struggle does he finally understand these complex emotions of his. the realization, when it comes, is quiet yet profound. there's no grand epiphany or cinematic moment of clarity. it hits him like the gentlest rain, seeping into him so gradually it feels as though it's always been there.
he's in love.
and it's terrifying.
not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't know how. neuvillette has lived lifetimes without such a need for attachment. he's seen the fragility of human bonds, their fleeting nature, and he worries his feelings will only end in heartbreak.
but even with his fears, he can't find it in himself to step away. you've become part of him now, woven into his thoughts like the fabric of a tapestry.
neuvillette's silent admiration is subtle yet persistent—the prolonged stares, the way he finds excuses to be near you, the gentleness in his voice whenever he speaks your name.
this doesn't go unnoticed, of course, but it's still hard to tell exactly where you stand with him.
you spend countless nights second-guessing and wondering if you're imagining things. is he simply being polite? or do his gestures mean something deeper? the uncertainty becomes unbearable, like a storm you can't escape.
though there's no denying that it definitely feels like something, and it's not long before you decide the ambiguity is too much.
the confession is nerve-wracking and unsure, but your distress all but melts away when you see the look on his face. his breath hitches, his eyes are wide, and he stares at you like you're the most important person in the world.
you feel the same. and he's never felt more thrilled in his entire life.
neuvillette is horrendously awkward during the development of your relationship. he's very careful, and thoughtful to a fault, but very nervous and unsure how to navigate.
he spends an unreasonable amount of time constantly worrying about doing things right. he's always asking if he's being too distant or too clingy, if he's giving you too much affection or not enough. he's scared he'll overwhelm you or say the wrong thing.
but after some gentle reassurance on your part, he starts to warm up little by little. it starts slow; walking you home, leaving you little hand-written notes, his hand brushing against yours when you walk together.
but as he grows more comfortable, his gestures become more natural, and its not long before he's all over you. always holding your hand, pressing his lips to yours softly, holding you from behind when no one is around.
his love language is acts of service. while his vernacular is off the charts, he has a hard time finding the right words to express just how much you mean to him. so he finds ways to make your life more comfortable, even if it's just brewing your favorite tea or simply just listening to you talk about your day.
he's a busy man, but he still puts in an effort to set aside time for you. whenever there are days the opera epiclese is free of trials, he'll you out on romantic outings—whether it be a serene walk along fontaines picturesque beaches, or a quiet afternoon in a cafe, it's nice to spend these extra moments with you.
he definitely 100% makes sure you stay hydrated and often offers you a wide selection of his favorite types of water.
PDA is a no... he's fontaines honorable iudex after all, and he has an image to uphold. but he can be very touchy behind closed doors. his affection is featherlight and sweet, always sure to make you feel cherished and cared for. he loves holding your palms, leaning himself against you, cradling you close, anything as long as he gets to be near you.
he's obsessed with running his fingers through your hair.
as chief justice, neuvillette carries immense responsibilities. but emotional vulnerability doesn't come easily to him; he has a tendency to internalize things that are troubling him. but he tries his best for you, even though you often have to coax him into sharing.
he treats your happiness like a personal mission. he likes to do anything he can just to see you smile, and while gift giving isn't his area of expertise, he's not above leaving you fresh bouquets of romaritime flowers before he has to head off to work.
neuvillette isn't overbearing, but he has a natural instinct to shield you from harm. whenever you walk together, he always positions himself on the side closest to the street, and his hand hovers near your back in crowded spaces.
if anyone dares insult you or cause you harm, his polite veneer is quickly replaced by something much colder and more commanding. his voice sharpens, his eyes narrow, and he ensures the offender knows exactly how out of line they are.
sometimes he worries about the differences between you two—his immortality and your mortality—but he makes it clear that he deeply cherishes every moment he spends with you. "time is fleeting," he once told you. "but my love for you is not."
he just adores you, and cares for you intensely. the way he listens, the way he holds you close... his love is steady and endless, like the rain that sustains fontaine.
summary : fluffy boyfriend imagines, gn! reader (no pronouns.) author bias as he is in fact my main... ╱ word count : 634.
alright mister nonchalant you're up
kinich definitely isn't the most affectionate person in the world... but he shows his care for you in subtle ways.
he's an excellent listener, for one. he's not much of a talker, so listening is something he's good at. he'll listen to quite literally anything you decide to share with him, and he'll remember every single detail. he also just really likes your voice.
his love language is definitely acts of service. kinich will always offer to step in and help in whatever way he can, hardly ever asking for anything in return; costs, you say? ludicrous. he's always doing things for you, even if they're small.
puts ajaw in time out whenever you're together so the two of you can at least have a moment of peace.
he's a huge perfectionist. whenever he's the one in charge of planning a date or picking out a gift, kinich wants everything to be nothing short of perfect for you.
workaholic. not only does he tend to throw himself into his position as a saurian hunter, but he's also always accepting side commissions and small jobs. he knows he has trouble balancing work and his personal life, but he's trying to get better at taking breaks; especially to spend more time with you.
smiles from him are rare, but definitely worth it!! it doesn't come to him easily, but when he does smile it's like the sun peeking through the clouds after a rainy day.
while he's not overly possessive about it, he does get a tad bit protective. he worries about you but makes sure to respect your boundaries and independence.
surprisingly a big cuddle bug when he's tired. kinich tries to maintain a composed and mature demeanor most of the time, but after he's had an especially long day? his guard all but falls when he's finally with you, mumbling nonsense and sleepily leaning his head onto your shoulder.
both of you are at the top of ajaw's shit list... if he wasn't teyvats number one yapper before, he definitely is now, always complaining about how annoying it is to be around you two.
overthinks everything. if kinich feels like he's let you down, he literally cannot stop dwelling on it. whether it's not spending enough time with you or snapping at you when his stress becomes too much, he's his worst critic. you often have to remind him that it's okay to make mistakes, and that you love him, imperfections and all.
he's not big on PDA, but there are definitely a few exceptions. believe it or not, mister calm and collected actually gets jealous quite easily. he often feels bad about it and tries not to let it show, but if you're talking with someone new and not giving him enough attention, he'll subtly entangle his fingers with yours just to make sure everyone knows that you're his; and that he's yours.
date nights!! i think his ideal way to spend a night with you would be an at-home date or a picnic. he also really loves stargazing, since he's usually busy during the day. but honestly, he's not particularly picky about what you decide to do—as long as you get to spend time together ♡
he's obsessed with your hands. it's strange, but endearing in its own way; when it's just the two of you alone he's always kissing your knuckles and mindlessly tracing patterns into the skin of your palm.
it takes him a while to get to his first 'i love you', but when he does, the moment is unforgettable. he has a little trouble navigating and fully processing his emotions, but he says it with such care and sincerity you can't help but feel utterly cherished.
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