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[original-person]

[original-person]

―⟡ EVANESCENCE

synopsis: it took you a hundred of years waiting for your soulmate. your only wish was to meet them to end your curse. sadly, there is a price to pay in order for your wish to come true.

― kinich x cursed!reader

word count: 1.9k

tags: soulmate!au, modern!au, angst, hunter!kinich, immortal!reader, timeskipping, not proofread, i wrote this bc i'm still sad that i dont have kinich :"), slight!scara, might look rushed if you squint but the plot's still there hehe, implied death, english is not my first language so i apologize if there are errors!

the soulmate rule is cruel.

it has a way of choosing people who will live in peace, and in despair. the lucky ones are those who believe that the soulmate rules are like their savior who saves them from their demise, while the people who became prisoner of the curse are considered the unlucky ones.

well, they say that the world is like two sides of the same coin. so if there are those who were saved, then of course there are those who weren't.

and there are also the ones who are standing in between. so in short, there are;

people who already found their significant other.

people who are still free from the curse.

and people who are suffering because they are yet to find their other half.

“the hyades are weeping again…” you whispered while looking up at the gray sky.

your poor soul happened to belong to the third one. 

in this universe, people will stop aging when they reach the age of 18. the curse will not be broken until they find their soulmate to grow old with.

what a cruel rule it is.

you couldn’t remember the time when you turned eighteen—it has been so long you already forgot. you met people and most of them have found their significant other, leaving you all alone while they go on with their life.

“...” the rain is warm…

the people are starting to look at you because you haven’t moved since the rain started pouring. you’re just standing on the streets, still looking up at the sky and hoping that you would see a single star amidst the gray sky.

“y/n!!” 

you heard a voice calling out your name and you turned your head to look. but before you could, someone grabbed you and took you to a nearby shop to shelter you from the heavy rain.

who-?

“are you trying to get yourself a cold or what?” a towel was placed on your head, followed by a familiar voice laced in irritation.

you look up, not bothering to remove the towel from your head.

“...scara?”

the indigo-haired man just glared at you as he made his way to a nearby table and sat down on the chair.

taking a deep breath, you start wiping your hair and let out a sneeze.

“tch. go upstairs and take a bath before you really catch a cold.”

nodding your head, you followed him and went upstairs. 

there was a mistake. the place that you were taken to isn’t a shop, but rather a small house which belongs to a friend.

a friend who is also the same as you.

—⟡

“it’s not like i’m worried, but are you okay?”

“huh?”

scaramouche stared at you and you stare back at him.

you and him used to belong to a group of individuals who were cursed by the rule until the rule freed them from it, finally letting them meet their significant other one by one—leaving you two alone.

at first, you thought that you and scaramouche are soulmates. but years has passed, and the two of you remained eighteen.

“i’m tired…” you whispered, putting your chin on your hand and stares outside the window.

for normal people, those two words don’t mean anything. but for the two of you, it is. you feel so empty—and watching the people around you walk around with their loved ones isn’t helping.

well, seeing them somehow gives you a calm and soothing feeling. because on the brighter side, maybe the rule is not that cruel at all.

no, it isn’t. it’s just unfair.

“i’ll take the couch. you can sleep in my room tonight.”

“‘kay. goodnight, scara.”

you didn’t wait for him to say anything as you made your way to his room.

scaramouche watched you until you disappeared from his sight. he slowly turned his gaze to the clock and watched the hand move.

“tired, huh… everybody would get tired of living for a hundred years and wandering without finding any purpose to live…” he whispered and flops down on the sofa.

when you flop yourself to the bed, you immediately fall asleep.

—⟡

the next day, you couldn’t find your friend anywhere and found a note instead.

' i’m not coming home for a week. someone will come to take care of you while i am gone. '

“where…?”

you spent your day waiting for that someone. you don’t have anything to do so you just lay on your couch, staring at the ceiling, reading a book but give up halfway because it’s making you sleepy, watched a movie, etc.

did they get lost…?

ding dong.

you heard the doorbell rang and you quickly sat up. and without hesitation, you ran towards the door and opened it.

you were met with a man standing outside, his arm raised as if he was about to knock. you stare at each other.

badump.

you tighten your grip on the doorknob. the man slowly lowered his arm, not breaking eye contact.

is he…?

“you…” he said

tears start forming on your eyes and without thinking, you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

this feeling of fulfillment, warmth….

finally, after years of waiting, years of suffering, you finally found the one you're waiting for.

he found you.

you can finally break free from the curse and rest.

—⟡

people would often say that when you found your soulmate, you will finally feel alive. those days and years of waiting will be worth it, because the grief and emptiness that you felt from those times will be replaced with happiness and love.

but…

“aren’t you going to eat?”

“it’s okay, i’m not hungry.”

kinich—he said that was his name.

he’s from a foreign nation called natlan, and also a hunter. he didn't tell you what he hunts, though. but you’re fine with it. even though you two are soulmates, you’re still strangers to each other.

aside from the sudden rush of emotions you felt earlier, the two of you acted like nothing happened. from the outsider’s pov, no one would be able to tell that you two are soulmates.

you put down your spoon and ask him, “how did you meet scara?”

it took him a few seconds before answering, “i don’t know him. he just commissioned me to look after you while he’s away.”

you smiled. what a small world…

“i’ll thank him when he comes back for bringing you to me.” 

kinich avoided your gaze. “i don’t think you should…”

“hm? did you say something?”

“nothing. do you want to go somewhere after this?”

your eyes widened. “right.. we need to make up for the missed and lost days!”

so off you two go.

kinich was a kind man. he lets you drag him everywhere. he lets you do whatever you want even if he is forced.

you went to a cat café and played with cute cats.

you went to a park and had a small picnic.

you went to the amusement park and tried all—i mean, ALL—extreme rides.

you went to a public ice rink and skate.

your almost forgotten wish list is finally being checked one by one. your wishes are slowly coming true.

you never thought that this day would come and you wanted to cry.

it was like fate is making it up to you because you never felt this happy with someone—not even with scara.

so this is what being free from the curse feels like…

your energy finally runs out and now you and kinich are sitting on a bench, silently watching the people passing by.

“thank you, kinich.” you said with a smile. he looks at you.

“for what?”

you took a deep breath. “for this. i never thought that the day would come where the things i wrote on my wish list would finally happen.”

“...did we manage to checked them all out?”

“there’s still one left.” you look at your feet, still smiling. then you look back at him. “i think you’re the only one who can do it.”

“we still have six days. don’t rush.”

“right… i still have to wait for scara to thank him.”

kinich furrowed his eyebrows, “what do you mean?”

you didn’t answer him. instead, you stand up and sighed. “shall we go home? i’m getting tired.”

you didn’t wait for him to say anything as you turned on your heel and left. kinich just watches your figure as he slowly slides his hand in his pocket.

“put an end to her misery and let her rest.”

“kinich?” your voice snapped him out from his thoughts.

“comin’.” he stands up and follows after you.

just as promised, kinich waited for six days for you to tell him what your last wish was. scara will come back tonight, you met your soulmate and broke the curse...

i couldn’t ask for anything more.

“do you think the rule will make us happy?” 

kinich turns his head to look at you. “what do you think?”

you drop your smile when he answers your question with a question so you asked him another one.

“how long were you looking for me?”

“five years…. i guess. i already forgot.”

that’s not even half of mine.

you felt a pang in your heart but you ignored it. it took you a hundred years to meet him, and yet…

“are you okay?”

you smiled at him. “i should be. i mean, after years of waiting for you, i should be fine and happy. and now, i don’t know..”

“are you tired?”

you nodded.

“what about your wish?”

without saying anything, you pull him in an embrace and bury your face on the crook of his neck. kinich was surprised at first but he slowly wrapped an arm around your waist.

“you must be thinking, 'i waited for six days just for a single embrace?'” you chuckled

“..not really. it's fine.”

he pulled something from his pocket, not breaking from the embrace.

“what do you want to do now?”

“sleep.. i’m tired, kinich.”

“you’re not gonna wait for scaramouche?”

you shake your head. “just thank him for me. for bringing us together.”

“...alright.”

silence.

“...i love you, kinich.”

he raises his other hand and moves his other to the back of your head before whispering to your ear,

“yeah. sleep well, y/n.”

—⟡

scaramouche steps inside his apartment and went straight to his room, not bothering to open the lights. he open the door and found someone sitting on a chair, waiting for him.

he move his gaze to the person lying on his bed.

kinich stands up and looks down at you.

“this should be enough to prolong my lifespan, right?” he asked, his voice not laced with any emotions.

“yeah.” scaramouche puts down his bag and walks toward the bed. he stare at your motionless body. it looks like you were in a deep sleep and he smiled. he brushes your cheek with the back of his hand, “you’re free, y/n.”

he looks back at kinich. “the money is in that bag. take it and don’t appear in front of me again.”

kinich didn’t say anything. he took the bag and looked at you one last time before leaving.

for some reason, he doesn’t have any memory of what happened before he puts you down on the bed. the only thing he remembers is that, he was tasked to kill that person in exchange for a huge amount of money, and that he will be free from the soulmate rule. that’s all.

but…

“...” kinich put a hand on his chest.

why does he feel so empty?

as he left the apartment, scaramouche is watching him from a window—a sad smile written on his face.

“welcome to hell… mister.”

[original-person]

[original-person]

“Should have known better.”

Kinich x Reader

Words: 2500

Google Docs Pages: 4.1

Warnings: Kinich story quest spoilers, angst/hurt w comfort/good ending, saurian death?, platonic relationship

Opening: Kinich is not one for strong reactions, even when dealing with bigger issues. But does his composure falter when a pressure point from the past is pressed?

AN// G/N Reader. Tell me why I completely missed out on Kinich lore even after getting him the first day the banner came out :”D ANYWAY now that I’m in the loop, this just had to be done. Likely not going to write for him again, just felt like doing this one. Hehe, anyway I’ll now disappear to work on another Capitano fic ;; (Was excited about that so I'm sorry if the ending of this is ooc and/or rushed)

“Should have known better.”

Tagging along with Kinich while he was on the job wasn’t something you were used to doing often. But on the other hand, you knew he didn’t mind having you there. Company apart from Ajaw seemed to be something he craved every now and then, not that you blamed him for that. Plus, you never asked for any portion of the funds he was going to get for the commissions even after helping him complete it. Simply enjoying the time spent with him, which had been hard for him to understand in the beginning. Why would someone work on a commission for free, only taking his company as payment? But by now, he seemed to not mind whenever you tagged along. 

And it wasn’t like you were completely useless either. A rather seasoned warrior and a fighter as you were, allowed him to get through commissions faster which wasn’t something he’d turn down especially if it was for free. 

The area this time wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before. Some high cliffs that surely would have frightened the less seasoned, but by this point standing on the edge of one didn’t stir those feelings within anymore. Not even while in the heat of battle, like now. 

Your eyes followed Kinich, hooked onto a saurian after having just gotten rid of one. The pack was rather large this time, having caused so much trouble for the people near the cliffs that they’d asked for help from Kinich. 

Your attention was brought back to the situation at hand soon after. Dodging the saurian’s hook, taking a little more speed into your steps before raising your weapon against it. Eyes keen to follow each step of the creature, making sure the hit would land. But while your attention was occupied, Kinich noticed another one  behind you. An easy target, really. It hadn’t even targeted you yet, so getting it to fall off of the cliff would have been easier than having to spend time on fighting it. Kinich loaded his shot, aiming with practised ease and watching to make sure it hit the creature. Though, as soon as it did the saurian managed to hook itself onto your ankle before the explosion ultimately made it lose its balance. Slipping off of the cliff and into the ravine. Affectively throwing you off of your feet with the heavy pull, quickly starting to drag your form along with it down the steep drop. 

There wasn’t any vegetation to take a hold of, grassy ground with dried bushes and a few flowers. Your hands grasped the ground, digging up dirt along the way. Attempting to kick the hook off of your ankle, but it held on tight. Especially when the saurian was basically dead weight in the ravine. Hanging off of you, making its hold ever stronger.

Your eyes quickly moved to Kinich, aware how little there was you could do anymore. A moment flashing by as pure desperate panic flooded your eyes, no words coming out in the moment. Focused solely on trying to get your body back up as it was actively being dragged into what seemed like the end. But your companion appeared frozen. 

Kinich had but a few moments to react, if even that. Having noticed the hook attached itself and soon after you were already hanging on the edge. Grasping at anything nearby to hold on. But even that feeble moment had been enough to make his mind run a course into a dark pit of memories. 

The young yet such a tough boy who’d been chased out by his father. And by a mere mistake, had watched his by then fragile father stumble. Taking a step back a little too close to the edge of the cliff, and with a heavy thud land on the bottom. 

How his body had frozen just as it had on this day. How his whole body had felt the tremble going through it, something he’d never felt before. A warm pressure at the back of his eyes as his body began to move towards the edge. How he’d seen what remained at the bottom of what seemed like an endless drop, having pulled himself back straight after. Chest tightening by the minute. The young yet such a tough man from then on clutching his small hands into fists. Fighting the tears back down, gritting his teeth as his mind raced. The situation was more of a mess than anything he’d seen before. Yet by some miracle he was able to numb his mind enough to push himself back onto his feet and find a grapple hook to bring his father to proper rest. 

But all that was then. Something he thought he wouldn’t have to ever think about again. Yet the lump in his throat as he approached the edge of the cliff proved him otherwise. But what was he so frightened of? And just then, he heard a thud. Something that echoed for but a mere moment. But a sound that felt like something in him had shattered. No rational thought of ‘I haven’t even seen what happened yet’ was able to ease his mind.  Yet his body felt almost as if it was moving on its own. It had been from the moment he’d watched your fingers slip off the edge. Hurrying there to see what could be salvaged. 

Even if his mind had seemingly decided the fate of the situation, his body hadn’t. He wouldn’t allow something like this to happen again. This was not a way to go, for anyone. Least of all you. 

You felt the ground under your hands slip, the last bit of the cliff giving in under the weight. Falling alongside you and the saurian. The speed of the fall was so frightening you could have sworn your heart stopped beating for a minute, before even the thought of doing your all to survive came to mind. 

The walls of the ravine in certain parts were tight enough for roots to connect from one side to another. Not all of them would support the weight of a human, but a few of the older ones were thick enough to be worthy enough to give it a try. To try and wedge yourself between a pair of them. 

And by a miracle, the Night Kingdom wasn’t going to have you on this day. Not now, at the very least. You’d managed to grip a pair of the roots. Gravel, dirt and smaller rocks trickling down the sides of the ravine at the sudden pull on the old roots. For a moment fearing they would give out like the edge of the cliff had. 

You held your breath, eyes widened. As if even the most subtle movement would restart the fall. Even the saurian had mostly stopped thrashing around, almost like even it understood the gravity of the situation. And if it did, that was a problem. The roots weren’t going to hold up the weight of you and the saurian. It had to go for a chance to get back up to even be possible. 

As soon as the air stilled, confirmed the roots were going to allow you a chance. To watch you fight for your life while hanging off of them by your arms. You started kicking the saurian, wiggling and moving the ankle it was attached to. The hook’s hold had slipped earlier when you’d lodged yourself between the roots, so it was no surprise that the already frightened saurian couldn’t hold on for longer. Its hold slipping, keeping you on the edge up until you heard the loud thud that echoed at the very bottom of the ravine. 

The air was so still, only the sound of your heavy breathing and soft trickle of the gravel that fell from the walls of the ravine. Following the fate of the saurian. Leaving you hanging before even thinking of trying to find a more stable spot between the roots. Kinich being still up on the cliff having slipped your mind completely. Focusing all your energy and instinct on finding the most suitable spot to get on before even attempting to come up with a plan to get back up. 

Kinich so desperately wanted to hesitate, not look down the ravine. Not after the thud that had echoed from the bottom of it. The sound that had stirred those memories to resurface, powerful enough to make him wonder if he even wanted to check and confirm the source of the sound. 

But then again, Kinich couldn't just leave and assume what had happened. Peeking over the edge, keen eyes scanning the bottom of the ravine. Only being able to spot the saurian, unmoving at the bottom. His brows furrowed, eyes moving across the walls of the ravine in confusion. A silent breath escaping him after spotting your form lodged between the roots, having heard the rustle of the dirt falling down from around the roots. Not even giving himself time to be relieved before his mind started ticking. Trying to figure out a way to fish you back up. 

“Hold on, I’ll reel you back up.” He called out, voice stoic as ever. And if you hadn’t been in such an attention requiring situation, you could have heard the slight waver in his voice. 

You peered up, merely seeing the man’s shadow before he disappeared off of the cliff edge. Way to leave someone hanging, you thought. A slight snarl appearing on your face before at last making it close enough to the wall of the ravine to calm down for a moment.

Soon a few rocks fell from the top, catching your attention. A grappling hook slowly lowered itself to your level before Kinich appeared at the top. “Wrap it around yourself.” He instructed, the same tone of voice still there. Doing his all to hold it together. Panicking now would only lead to worse losses, and that wasn’t a price he was willing to pay. 

Though, he would have been a fool to not admit the way he was feeling. Having noticed how his hands had shook while fetching the hook. How his breath had hitched at the thud, how tense he felt even now. 

The tug at the end of the rope caught his attention, peering back down to make sure you were securely attached to the grappling hook. 

Trying your best to help him, you used the wall closest to you. Placing the tip of your boot to each crevice you could spot, making the weight a little lighter for him. 

Soon a heavy breath escaped your lips when the familiar grass appeared back into view, crawling back on the top of the cliff. Kinich taking a hold of you, easily lifting your form back up. Dragging you rather far from the edge without even noticing before he let go. 

You allowed yourself to lay on your back, breathing heavily as the seriousness of the situation slowly started to sink in. Staring at the sky, following the few clouds that travelled across in that time. Turning to look at Kinich, watching as he hadn’t allowed himself to sit down. Leaned against his knees, hair hiding most of his face as he stared at the grass. Breaths heavy. A relieved yet tense silence between the two of you. 

Observing him a little longer, it wasn’t hard to tell that he’d clearly been shaken up by the events. And maybe it hadn’t hit you just as hard yet, but you felt almost worse for him than yourself. It wasn’t often that you nor anyone else saw him like this. 

With a silent groan you sat back up, thinking for a moment before deciding to speak up. “You couldn’t have known it would attach itself to me…It’s okay.” Knowing he wasn’t going to let this slip with you merely telling him that it wasn’t his fault, yet still trying. He wasn't the kind of person to not blame himself when he’d been involved in something like this. “No, I should have known. Waited for you to get out of its range. I knew better than that.” Kinich replied, voice surprisingly calm as he stood back up. Completely dismissing your earlier forgiveness. 

You couldn’t get a word in after, not that there was much you could say. He wouldn’t believe you if you kept telling him that he was not at fault here. Merely watching as he kneeled in front of you, eyes scanning your form before doing a more thorough check up for injuries. Lifting each of your limbs, moving them to make sure that nothing was out of place. Mumbling something about the adrenaline wearing off soon and having to check up on you after that again. Gaining him a slight eye roll from you. 

The chuckle you let out couldn’t hide the nervousness still deep in your system, still feeling the need to make him understand. To make him listen, it wasn’t his fault. That there was no reason to think of how it had happened, but to move on and be glad you’d both made it out in one piece. 

You took a hold of his hand, stopping it from wandering around your form. Obsessively checking that everything was okay. Giving him a look before pulling the man down to sit and calm down. Feeling his hand still tremble, clear that he was still on edge about this.

You may have not known everything of his past, and you didn’t have to. No matter what he may have encountered before you’d even met him didn’t matter now. He was allowed to be shocked and panicked, but what you firmly believed he shouldn’t do was to force himself to be so uptight. To make himself move on so quickly. Especially when that didn’t seem to be an unconscious choice, it was one he forced himself to make. 

“Hey, we’re both alive and well…mostly in one piece. Calm down, eh?” You tried to smile at him. Watching as his eyes stared into yours, careful as he eased out and more willingly sat down. A breath escaping him, giving in. If just a little. 

You placed his hand against your chest, breathing calmly. In a way an attempt to calm yourself at the same time, maybe tricking your brain by doing this for him. Watching as wind so high up in the cliffs blew against the both of you, sitting there in silence. Waiting until the initial shock wore off. 

And likely would have waited for longer. If it hadn’t been for the subtle grunt that escaped you when letting go of his hand. Likely having sprained something in your shoulder due to the fall. But it was enough to bring Kinich back on track, quick in his actions as he tugged you back onto your feet. Mumbling something about not wasting any more time and having to go find a medic. Gaining him another eye roll.

[original-person]

Did you find it? The family you’ve been searching for?

Y’all im such a sucker for found family okay 🥹🥹🥹

[original-person]

After a lot of problems, I was able to finish drawing this. I really like the HC that Cyno is the last one to find out or notice that Kaveh and Hayi are dating. (btw sorry for disappearing so often, I'm working hard (┬┬﹏┬┬)

[original-person]

cyno's comedy act debut in fontaine

(my twitter)

[original-person]

Masterlist: Wen Yu's Multiverse Adventures

I have one (1) OC and he goes everywhere, all of the fics are standalone and only share a backstory (TLDR: cultivator in a xianxia setting, may post it one day if I ever get it cleaned up).

GENSHIN IMPACT

SAGAU-adjacent not-Creator Creator: #sagau-adjacent verse | taglist requests

[One] [Two] [Three] [Four]

You knew, viscerally down to your bones, that you did not create this world; Teyvat had no grand creator, no single hand designing its wonders. It did, however, have something of a catalytic agent, without which it would not exist.You.

Pedrolino the Acolyte: #pedrolino verse | taglist requests

[One] [Two]

Of the Fatui Harbingers, their Tenth was among the most secretive. Rumours of him regularly abounded throughout the ranks, labelling him anything from a pauper to hidden royalty to everything in between, and theories abounded about his person. Pedrolino enjoyed it that way and even encouraged it.Unfortunately, the Tsaritsa’s mission to collect gnoses kicked off in earnest, so Liyue was about to welcome its prodigal son home.

Fatui intelligence officer: #intel officer verse | taglist requests

[One]

When Aionios graduated from Izmoroz Institute, before which he had no contact with the outside world, he discovered that his little cousin had gone missing, returned, been shipped off to the Fatui, then made Harbinger. ...He knew that a lot of things could change in five years, but wasn't this a bit much?

OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT

Sun That Overcame Death: #sun verse

[One]

After he died defending what remained of his family against the world, the last thing Wen Yu expected was to end up in a modern Korea that’s on the verge of an apocalypse.But then, the dokkaebi weren’t expecting a cultivator either.

WHO MADE ME A PRINCESS

The Jewel-eyed Lost Prince: #lost prince verse

[1: The Prince] [2: The Mage] [3: The Warrior]

Aionios is a prince of the Obelian Empire raised outside its borders. His eyes gave him a chance at his birthright - now it depended on his skills to take it.His jeweled eyes made it obvious to anyone with basic knowledge of Obelia and a working brain where the other half of his blood came from, so Aionios was doubly determined to learn how to manage a household. One day, his household would be more than the handful of families left in his care by his mother. One day, his household would number millions.

Divider is by @/strangergraphics

[original-person]

pros and cons of having a yandere kinich as told by me:

pro: gives you pretty flowers when you're mad at him

pro: good listener when ajaw isn't talking over you (he gets mad when ajaw does and for once ajaw shuts up)

pro: follows you from a distance and isn't really all up in your face

pro: nice to sleep on(???)

con: is way too fast and will catch up to you the second he senses you aren't in the spot he told you to stay in

con: unintentionally passive aggressive/cold and you will eventually feel horrible

con: ajaw

con: ajaw

con: ajaw

con: the pyro archon blesses your "relationship" and doesn't want to hear your pleas. you're also her child now.

[original-person]

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

[original-person]

[original-person]

Autumn-themed sketches to get into the flow of this season! My sketchbook is starting to fill up after years of drawing in it, since I sketch at a glacial pace. Maybe I’ll put together a little sketchbook tour soon!

[original-person]

࣪ . ִֶָ๋ KINICH: ❛ it's not the alcohol, i swear! ❜ ♡

pairing: kinich x reader (uses she/her) synopsis: kinich never touches alcohol. the one night he does, he has a very pleasant secret to spill. banner artist: @/Lion_2929 on twitter/x !! wordcount: 1.7k words warnings: lots of alcohol consumption, kinda crack, kinich is drunk the way i feel like he'd be like if he was drunk (talkative and childish) cho's notes: heavily inspired by beer by the itchyworms. hihi happy reads!

Maybe it was a bad idea to go to this party.

“Believe me! I AM the hydro archon!” mualani cried, weakly shoving at chasca’s shoulder.

Definitely a bad idea.

The ignited torches set a cozy atmosphere into the weary inn, the instruments being strung by performers and high spirits of the natlanese only made it more comforting. It was a cold night out, and you had been invited earlier in the day to a party to celebrate the victory of Natlan over the abyss, a week after the intense battle.

Mualani was the one who sent you the invitation, giving another one to kinich when your group were lounging together. kachina threw a small tantrum, whining: “why can’t I go?” making mualani sigh, patting the small child on the head, “sorry kachina, it’s strictly an adult party. And i mean it! I really can’t sneak you in this time.” “I can’t believe they’d send a kid to war, but not to a grown up party.”

Mualani mentioned there would be alcohol, which made your eyes immediately dart to kinich, your close friend along with the other two. You knew he absolutely despised alcohol and he didn’t want to be anywhere near it, given his past surrounding the vice. You noticed how his shoulders had slightly tensed, only to slowly relax again. 

“So? Are you guys going~?” mualani coed, trying to convince the both of you to attend.

“I dont know.. I don’t think it’d be fair if only the both of us will-”

“I’ll be there.” You and mualani’s jaw immediately hang, looking at the stone-cold kinich absolutely bewildered. You quickly composed yourself as kinich raised his brow at you, almost saying ‘do you want me to change my mind?’ with his expression alone.

“A-Alright. We’ll be there.”

It was supposed to be a calm party, with only a few drinks. 

You only indulged in a glass or two, to join in on the festivities and to really be in the spirits of the party. You were barely tipsy, just a bit flushed with slightly fuzzy thoughts.

Mualani had almost gulped down 4 bottles of beer on her own, thinking and speaking had become one action to her. But that was normal. Mualani was known as the party girl anyway, it was her who carried the mood and laughter, even when she wasn’t making sense. What wasn’t normal, was when kinich decided to become drunk too.

“You.. are not the hydro archon. Stop.. *hic* disrespecting Fontainians.” He mumbled grumpily, slamming his glass onto the wood table with a thud. It was a rare sight; Kinich with his hair a little messier, with rosy cheeks and sleepy eyes. You felt your heart beating a little harder at the sight.

You knew you liked kinich, but there was never a perfect opportunity to confess it. And in the end, you had just decided to keep all the sappy feelings to yourself, not wanting to ruin the perfect friendship the both of you shared.

It caught everyone off guard, when kinich had asked for a taller glass of cold beer after the initial toast. Then he ordered another one, then another.. Then some more. 

“But I am! It came to me in a dream!” Mualani continued crying, drunk-stupid tears flowing down her face, frantically turning to him.

“Well i dreamt that i had normal friends, do you think i do?” he spat bitterly, looking at her with narrowed eyes. Kinich was a bit meaner while he was drunk, but he didn’t mean it. 

Again, It was supposed to be a calm party, with only a few drinks. 

But mualani started trying to turn one of the tables into a surfboard, citlali encouraged her behavior and was even trying to show her ‘how to do it properly’, chasca was nowhere to be found, and kinich was about to release ajaw. The atmosphere was still borderline calm, but if the circus continued to unfold you knew it wouldn’t end well.

You quickly grabbed kinich’s wrist before he could do anything, and suggested a walk. “We do not need ajaw making things worse. Let’s go take a breather.” Kinich’s eyes seemed to fill with some sort of determination for a second, before going back to being expressionless. He took one last bottle of beer with him, and followed your steps.

You brought him out of the weary inn, the cold atmosphere stinging your skin for a moment— It was a beautiful night. The moon was suspended high into the sky, illuminating in its beautiful full circle. with only a few clouds around. It was the perfect night to greet after a party. You walked with kinich out of the stadium, following a random path of pavement.

“I didn’t expect you’d want to get drunk tonight kinich.” You looked at him with a small smile, and admired the new side of him no one really knew.

“Do I always come off boring and lame to you?—” he sighed, bringing the bottle close and popping the cork off with his fingers easily. A subtle flex of his strength. “—I just.. wanted to try something different.” he said, picking his words carefully.

Something about kinich was different.

“Are you alright? You seem.. A little out of it.” you mumbled. He looked like he was avoiding something, or his head was filled with thoughts he so badly wanted to address. His breathing was heavier, his hands were trying to find purpose, and he avoided your eyes. 

“I-i’m fine. Just drunk. What’s the big deal?” he mumbled, still apprehensive and shuffled his steps. “..Just drunk, nothing more. Nothing less. Not hiding anything. Hiding nothing at all.”

“Okay okay. Fine.” 

You decided to fall silent, and let your eyes linger in the nature around you; Your heart ached a little. The trees slightly swayed to faint music, chatter, and crickets. The stars twinkled high above your heads and it was almost the perfect night. One more thing was missing: Kinich, but sober. 

in your mind, the night would've been perfect, if kinich loved you too.

“I can do this.” you turned your head to the dark-haired boozer next to you talking to himself, only to see him drinking the large bottle whole. “ki-kinich! slow down!” You tried to snatch the vessel out of his grasp, but he only turned his head until it quickly ran half-empty, a loud gulp coming from his throat.

He stopped in his tracks and brought the bottle off of his mouth, and wiped the extra carbonation off of his shiny lips and let out a hiccup before meeting your eyes.

“Y/n. I like you.” 

“Huh?”

“I like you. Like.. the romantic kind of like. Not the friend kind of like, I mean that I really want to be your boyfriend, kind of like.”

Kinich was a lot more talkative while he was drunk, but you prayed he wasn't a joker too.

Your mind fell silent, running out of words to say. You could suddenly hear your heart beat in your ears, and feel like the world shrunk around the both of you. ‘he's just drunk-'

“And before you say anything.. No. it’s not *hic* the beer. It’s not the alcohol. In fact, i-it’s the beer that’s helping me say everything right now. And if you decide to reject me right now, it’s *hic* also what’s going to make me forget this i-in the morning. Which is why i’m *hic*  drinking so m-much.”

He looked so serious, you knew he truly meant his words. His deep emerald eyes stared right into your soul, you almost felt violated. A deep heat rushed to your face, but you were still out of words.

You tried to speak. “B-but.. How? I mean. You never seemed to take interest in me. I thought-”

Kinich quickly takes the bottle back to lips, drinking down the rest and tossing the bottle to the side, burying it into the tall grass. He breathes out a ‘ha!’ sound before his liquid courage started speaking for him again:

“Never took interest in you!? All I ever do is stare at you, *hic* and listen to your stories, and br-briing you fruit, and help you whenever *hic* you break something! All free of charge! And I am a man of mora! Its literally my ancient name!” he whined; it was so unlike him. He was always so composed, mature. He had transformed into a whiny child throwing a fit in 5 bottles of alcohol.

“I’ve always wanted to tell you, but it was you who never seemed interested.” tears started pooling in his lower eyelids, and you feel a sense of panic combining into the butterflies causing a frenzy inside of you.

“Y-you always seemed to *hic* stiff up when i-i tried to compliment you, or you’d always go to other people when you wanted to *hic* ask for an opinion on how you looked or what you should wear. I have opinions too!” tears started streaming down his face. You quickly take his arm and put it over your shoulders, supporting him before he’d drop face-down into the dirt.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry i never asked for your opinion!”

“A-and you always gave a forehead kiss goodnight to kachina and mualani during sleepovers. Why did i never get one!”

“B-because i thought you didn’t want one!”

“Well I did! I really, *hic* really did!” 

“okay i’m sorry please stop crying now!” your free hand reaches out to wipe a tear off of his heated face, before your lips planted a quick kiss on his skin. “Can that make up for it for now?”

His cheeks get impossibly rosier, and he thinks to himself, before humming. “...mhm.” his tears slowly coming to a stop, until he's just snifling.

an awkward silence fell between the both of you, as you continued walking down the path. your face still hot, your trying to piece every memory of kinich and you together, trying to see a different angle where he was trying to show you his affections.

“Wait..” his eyes look away from you, and its almost like he tried to piece together a jigsaw puzzle in his head. Like a lightbulb had turned on, he turned back to you with his eyes livelier than they’ve ever been before, a sparkle appearing back into his gradient eyes.

“So do you like me back?” he mumbled meekly, like he tried to hide while asking.

“I do. I really, really do.”

[original-person]

cw: drinking

"let's go home now."

kinich stands up and holds your wrist as an encouragement to follow his lead. you've had quite a few more drinks than intended resulting to your sleepy and no-filter state of being. mualani and kinich are among the familiar faces of the gathering, both keeping an eye at your habits and progression of tipsy-ness to outright wasted—thank archons, you listened and stopped when they said you should.

"aww, why?"

although ceasing the incoming chugs of liquor does not mean diminishing the effects of its content to one's body, and it's quite clear to kinich that this will be a long night trying to bring you back to sobriety.

"you're drunk. please, let's go home."

kinich tries his best to convince you while you still have the slight bit of conscious to share your own weight instead of relying mobility on kinich. sure, he's strong enough to hold you with one arm around your waist, but it would also be convenient to have you walking on your own pair of feet.

your incessant declines only receive a groan from the suarian hunter, he did have the option to not join in the celebration, but he also couldn't allow you and liquor to be in one room. god knows what you're capable of, and his intuition is once again correct when you're out there fulfilling your cravings with the bitter shots down your throat.

"yn, please, i'll make your favorite tomorrow morning if you listen to me right now."

in case that this session stirs a hangover the next morning, kinich is ready to cook up a bowl of your favorite soup to soothe the foreseeable headache.

regardless of the other members also convincing kinich to let you stay a little longer, he knows that he can't stand to see this scene worsen that it already is. you're on the edge of a regretful moment, a throbbing headache and possibly spilling secrets that should only be kept inside locket.

just like saying "i like you." to 'malipo' kinich.

"what?"

what do you mean you like him? naturally, you'd be drawn to his presence as you two were acquainted, friends even, just like mualani's connection to him. but why does every beat of his heart want to believe otherwise as it pounds against his ribcage a little bit stronger?

maybe you're just mixing random thoughts with one another, maybe you mean someone else and said his name because he's the one assisting you right now.

maybe—

"i said i like you, kinich. i could say i love you but i don't really know what you're like romantically, but i wanna get to know you in that sense... do you get what i mean?"

this is where kinich halts his steps, eyes widening and heart beating harder. you sound sober and drunk at the same time, it's like you mean it but your eloquence is hindered by the alcohol sloshing in your stomach.

"i get what you mean."

he assures, your little smile doesn't go unnoticed by his keen sight, it tugs a grin on his face as well. he doesn't know how to bring it up the next morning if you happen to have no recollection of this occurence, but kinich hopes he'll be able to relay that he, too, wants to know you more than anyone else.

he wants you in a way that only he can.

[original-person]

happy birthday from all corners of sumeru! even scara's little hermit corner...

[original-person]

happy birthday from all corners of sumeru! even scara's little hermit corner...

[original-person]