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[pawpiefawn]

just wanted to stop by and say ur writing is sooo cute! i loved ur latest wriothesley ficlet. it made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside and i just absolutely adore the way you write! it’s hard to put into words but ur writing makes me feel so comforted and kinda nostalgic of my favorite things? it’s hard for me to put my thoughts into words but it’s kinda the feeling happiness you get from a bright summer day! something that always makes me so happy and feel so warm 🥹🥹

hi love thank you SO much for this sweet sweet ask !!!!

the way i literally gasped when i read through this – oh, u are too good to me. thank you for taking the time to stop by and deliver this heartfelt message ♡ this is such a wonderful bunch of compliments and i'm so glad that my writing can convey all these beautiful feelings to you !!! comfort and nostalgia are the two best ingredients i could ever have in my writing ; thank you so, so much :") i hope you're having a day as incredible as yourself ♡

[pawpiefawn]

hehe haii lovely 💗

hi sweetie raefawn !!! ♡ love u hope your day is going well – how has your week been !!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

[pawpiefawn]

A WARM WELCOME . .ᐟ — kinich.

—✩ content: established relationship, reader is gender-neutral, reader is introduced to kachina and mualani, the natlan trio as a found family trope.

—✩ author’s note: here's something i wrote at work to celebrate kinich's banner release for tomorrow! may all kinich wanters be kinich havers!!! @kazuhaiku

“Say, is it me or has Kinich been… happier for the past few days?” Kachina whispered to Mualani. 

The two girls were hanging out together as always and the shorter girl was the first to bring the topic up. Mualani hums, lazily swinging her feet back and forth in the air. They sat by the edge of the edge, their feet grazing against the cooling surface of the small pool located in the People of the Springs. The pools proved to be an effective way to help the members of the tribe to cool down. 

“Hm? What do you mean, Kachina?” Mualani asked her friend, despite already knowing the reason for the male’s change of behavior. 

“Well, the two-! Wait, look over there!” Kachina was about to explain herself when she spotted two very familiar figures from a distance. She wasted no time in pointing them out, startling the nearby people from her sudden outburst as they recovered themselves and continued on their way. 

“Hm?” 

Mualani followed the direction of where she was pointing. The sight of Kinich walking together with someone nearly made her blow her cover. But she was an incredible actress; well, that’s what she hoped she was. Grinning from ear to ear, the girl wrapped her arm around Kachina’s shoulders and giggled. 

“Kachina, isn’t it obvious why Kinich is happier these days?” 

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Kachina asked, innocently blinking her eyes at her. 

“Kachina Kachina, when someone falls in love, of course they will be in a good mood! Well, it’s still too young for you to understand,” she explained, playfully ruffling the other’s hair. 

“I-In love!?” Kachina squeaked, ears turning red as if she was embarrassed by the thought of it. 

“Haha, why are you embarrassed! Come on, we should say hi to them and maybe Kinich can introduce his partner to us,” she laughed, dragging her poor friend along before she could voice her own thoughts. 

~ 

“Are those your friends? It looks like they are coming over,” you inquired, pointing ahead of you and before your boyfriend could reply, the two girls came to a stop before you. 

You had to hold back a chuckle when you saw how the shorter hid herself behind her friend, using her as protection. The sight was adorable when she snuck a peek at you, her hands gripping onto the back of the other’s clothes. Kinich on the other hand, was not amused with the unwanted interruption. He sighed, crossing his arms and arched an eyebrow. 

“What is it now?” He deadpanned, earning a light kick to his feet for his rather rude tone. 

“We were wondering who your partner is and thought we could introduce ourselves to them! You know, so we could be friends,” the girl with blue and white hair beamed, reaching her hand out for a handshake towards you. 

“Hi there, I’m Mualani! Nice to meet you, thanks for taking care of Kinich on our behalf. It’s great that he has someone as amazing as you.” 

Her compliment made you flushed slightly as you accepted her handshake. “Nice to meet you too, I’m (Name) and really, the same could be said to you too. I think Kinich is a great guy, although he could be more expressive.” 

“I’m right here, you know,” his remark was ignored by everyone. 

“And this is Kachina! Don’t mind her, she’s a little shy,” Mualani looked over to the girl who goes by Kachina, gently nudging her forward so she could properly introduce herself. 

You bent down so you were eye-level with her, not wanting to intimidate her with your taller figure. You gave her a gentle and reassuring smile. “Hi Kachina, it’s great to meet you.” 

“H-Hello (Name), it’s great to meet you too,” she stuttered over the first word but managed to regain herself, shyly smiling at you. It took all of your will to resist the tempting urge to squish her cheeks together; the sight beyond adorable for your poor heart to handle. 

“How did the two of you meet?” Mualani asked, choosing to stop beating around the bush as curiosity had gotten the better of her. 

“I had to save them when they accidentally slipped and if it weren’t for me, they would have fell to their death,” Kinich briefly explained, much to your utter horror and disbelief. 

“Kinich! Can you at least say you saved me from Saurains or something!” You whined, your response making your partner roll his eyes, sighing in exasperation. 

“Oh, was it love at first sight for you two?” Maulani teased, playfully wiggling her eyebrows. 

“I-”

“Alright, that’s enough. We have somewhere else to be, so if you excuse us, we will be taking our leave,” Kinich interrupted, pulling you away from his friends as he grabbed your hand; interlocking your fingers together. 

You managed to bid them farewell before they eventually vanished from your sight. Once they were gone, you turned to your boyfriend and couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight of his red ears and flushed cheeks. 

“What’s so funny?” He shot you a light-hearted glare, and you choose not to tease him. 

“Nothing, I just think you’re cute, that’s all,” you chuckled, moving closer to press a chaste kiss on his cheek. 

“Well, I think you’re ugly.”

“Hey!”

[pawpiefawn]

𝓪 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

❤︎ wriothesley x gn!reader 0.7k words farmer's market day with wriothesley. reader gets a necklace, but this is gn.

market days with wriothesley were a highly anticipated day within the household – they were sunny days spent at bustling stalls, whenc shopkeepers haggled their prices at haughty customers who walked away with their smiles until they got the price they wanted, their grocery lists scratched out.

you loved the sights of it all, too – cats nipping at fishermen’s boots for sardines, and pigeons longing for their chance at some breadcrumbs from a clumsy child chasing after mama.

stalls stretched out in rows to the end of the market. they were full of the freshest vegetables, stacked full with rows of yellow corn and the brightest of carrots. even the locals beekeepers brought their stocks of the sweetest, golden honey – which were rare to find nowadays.

and of course, you took great pleasure in teaching wriothesley how to choose the best of the best; he adored simply listening to you ramble on and on about recipes you wanted to make that week; it just made market days even more exciting.

“keep up, sweetheart!” you squeal, ducking behind a grocery-seller’s stall – while raking your gaze over the assortment of sweet potatoes and broccoli for the week. you gave one a poke of good luck.

“you are cheeky today, aren’t you?” wriothesley catches your sides, panting quietly and catching his breath. you could only giggle in response and press an apologetic kiss to his cheek. apology kisses, of course, were always forgiven.

alright, market days were great and all, but what you could truly spend all your afternoons doing was walking up and down the aisles of the next lane’s craft market. hundreds of artists and creators flocking to tents to share their handcrafted goodness with the city – what was there not to like? some days there were adorable prints, other days beaded jewellery and bags and everything under the sun you could possibly think of.

perhaps a resplendent trinket from one of the jewellers would catch your eye, making you stop in your tracks.

well, maybe not yours this time – but it certainly caught wriothesley’s attention.

“love, look at this,” he holds up a necklace with all the care he could muster – oh, how beautiful. it was a simple necklace; translucent string with three white pearls and a small black bead between each one. every pearl reminded you of him ; a beautiful opalescent cream, bearing a gift from the sea and a homage to the ruler of the waters.

“that’s beautiful, wriothesley.” you hear yourself gasp softly, your hands reaching out to cradle the pearls. it was stunning, truly. you find yourself offering the crafter a small smile in gratitude.

“it is, isn’t it?” wriothesley smiles and beckons you over with a simple gesture; you find yourself standing in front of him.

“turn around,” he instructs – you follow suit. there was something so lovely about the shared proximity in public; even after all these years, your lover still never failed to tease the butterflies that nestled in your tummy.

you feel wriothesley touch the back of your neck as he brings the necklace up ; you instinctively freeze up, a soft giggle escaping your lips.

“i’m sorry, dearest.” wriothesley chuckles, fastening the clasp behind your neck. you feel the weight of the necklace press against your skin comfortably – it was perfect. almost as if it was carved and put together just for you.

the man presses a soft and gentle kiss to your nape for good measure. it felt warm and supple – oh, the butterflies were certainly awake now.

“it’s beautiful.” you touch the pearls once more, staring at yourself in the mirror with a smirking wriothesley behind it.

“my taste never lies.”

“it truly doesn’t. impeccable taste, my love.” you thumb his lips and pull him closer for a quick kiss, feeling a warmth between your ribs.

“i think we’ll take this one.” wriothesley pulls apart, slightly delirious with a grin and giving the jeweller a small nod.

you laugh and bury your head into his chest, leaning against his frame. oh, how warm and lovely market days were. you would spend every day in this little bubble of yours, this sweet marginalia of love in a footnote of your adoration for him.

“i think i like this one very much.” a soft giggle slips past your lips. wriothesley pokes your chest gently, smoothing your hair back to kiss your forehead.

“i think i like this one very much, too.”

[pawpiefawn]

𝓪 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

❤︎ wriothesley x gn!reader 0.7k words farmer's market day with wriothesley. reader gets a necklace, but this is gn.

market days with wriothesley were a highly anticipated day within the household – they were sunny days spent at bustling stalls, whenc shopkeepers haggled their prices at haughty customers who walked away with their smiles until they got the price they wanted, their grocery lists scratched out.

you loved the sights of it all, too – cats nipping at fishermen’s boots for sardines, and pigeons longing for their chance at some breadcrumbs from a clumsy child chasing after mama.

stalls stretched out in rows to the end of the market. they were full of the freshest vegetables, stacked full with rows of yellow corn and the brightest of carrots. even the locals beekeepers brought their stocks of the sweetest, golden honey – which were rare to find nowadays.

and of course, you took great pleasure in teaching wriothesley how to choose the best of the best; he adored simply listening to you ramble on and on about recipes you wanted to make that week; it just made market days even more exciting.

“keep up, sweetheart!” you squeal, ducking behind a grocery-seller’s stall – while raking your gaze over the assortment of sweet potatoes and broccoli for the week. you gave one a poke of good luck.

“you are cheeky today, aren’t you?” wriothesley catches your sides, panting quietly and catching his breath. you could only giggle in response and press an apologetic kiss to his cheek. apology kisses, of course, were always forgiven.

alright, market days were great and all, but what you could truly spend all your afternoons doing was walking up and down the aisles of the next lane’s craft market. hundreds of artists and creators flocking to tents to share their handcrafted goodness with the city – what was there not to like? some days there were adorable prints, other days beaded jewellery and bags and everything under the sun you could possibly think of.

perhaps a resplendent trinket from one of the jewellers would catch your eye, making you stop in your tracks.

well, maybe not yours this time – but it certainly caught wriothesley’s attention.

“love, look at this,” he holds up a necklace with all the care he could muster – oh, how beautiful. it was a simple necklace; translucent string with three white pearls and a small black bead between each one. every pearl reminded you of him ; a beautiful opalescent cream, bearing a gift from the sea and a homage to the ruler of the waters.

“that’s beautiful, wriothesley.” you hear yourself gasp softly, your hands reaching out to cradle the pearls. it was stunning, truly. you find yourself offering the crafter a small smile in gratitude.

“it is, isn’t it?” wriothesley smiles and beckons you over with a simple gesture; you find yourself standing in front of him.

“turn around,” he instructs – you follow suit. there was something so lovely about the shared proximity in public; even after all these years, your lover still never failed to tease the butterflies that nestled in your tummy.

you feel wriothesley touch the back of your neck as he brings the necklace up ; you instinctively freeze up, a soft giggle escaping your lips.

“i’m sorry, dearest.” wriothesley chuckles, fastening the clasp behind your neck. you feel the weight of the necklace press against your skin comfortably – it was perfect. almost as if it was carved and put together just for you.

the man presses a soft and gentle kiss to your nape for good measure. it felt warm and supple – oh, the butterflies were certainly awake now.

“it’s beautiful.” you touch the pearls once more, staring at yourself in the mirror with a smirking wriothesley behind it.

“my taste never lies.”

“it truly doesn’t. impeccable taste, my love.” you thumb his lips and pull him closer for a quick kiss, feeling a warmth between your ribs.

“i think we’ll take this one.” wriothesley pulls apart, slightly delirious with a grin and giving the jeweller a small nod.

you laugh and bury your head into his chest, leaning against his frame. oh, how warm and lovely market days were. you would spend every day in this little bubble of yours, this sweet marginalia of love in a footnote of your adoration for him.

“i think i like this one very much.” a soft giggle slips past your lips. wriothesley pokes your chest gently, smoothing your hair back to kiss your forehead.

“i think i like this one very much, too.”

[pawpiefawn]

hope yall are REEAADDYYY cuz the next wrio ficlet comes out tonight ♡

[pawpiefawn]

𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

❤︎ wriothesley x gn!reader 0.5k words sitting beneath the peach blossoms with wriothesley. for my sweetest @sleepyqinfei.

peach blossoms – there was something just so lovely about them to wriothesley.

perhaps it was the fragility of the delicate blooms and how they reminded him of yourself ; or how he found its soft, paradoxically energetic colours pleasureful to his weary eyes. or perhaps it was the significance of its blooming in spring – beautifully welcoming him back from the cold, his unworthy witness to the beauty and celebration of a new beginning.

when he finds himself laying down beneath the peach blossoms with you that very spring, wriothesley contemplates shutting his eyes ;

rest doesn’t come easy to a tired man. he will admit it – he’s exhausted, stretched beyond his means like a tense rubber band waiting to snap. how could wriothesley breathe, with hundreds waiting on him, looking up at his pedestal?

“are you alright?” he looks back up to the sound of your voice – you, in all your sweetness – breaking him from his stupor.

“hm?” wriothesley can only blink.

“are you alright?” you repeat your question, a soft blush dusting your face as you peer down at the dozing man. he looks so peaceful ; well, almost peaceful. you see his forehead tense and his brows wrinkle in quiet frustration.

( said dozing man sits upright, leaning his back against the tree trunk. he figures he should at least attempt to look you in the eye at least once – get it together, wriothesley. )

“i’m alright, i promise.” wriothesley smiles, linking your pinky with his in a childish display of affection. there was something so comforting about your touch; warm, loving, kind, everything he wished for in a person. you.

wriothesley feels you cling onto that pinky promise a little while longer before releasing him from your grasp. you know that something is off, awkward – but pushing him for an answer would only make it worse. you'd ask another time.

“okay then!” you exhale softly, looking back up at the peach blossoms. one particular one catches your eye – a beautiful shade of baby pink, almost toeing the line of cream white – you simply couldn’t take your eyes off it. bless you, dendro archon, your work beholds all splendour.

you spend the next few moments in quiet reverence of greater lord rukkhadevata’s work ; there was not a flora or fauna that graced this planet that didn’t take your breath away. nature was a testament to the ebb and flow of love that graced the earth’s veins, pulsing and pulsing in love and gratitude and everything that you believed humankind should be known for.

wriothesley picks up a fallen peach blossom and holds it up to your ear.

“hold still, won’t you?” your lover lets out a quiet chuckle, gentle hands tucking loose strands of hair away behind your ear. you can feel the stem slide into the groove of your ear, tucked beside your temple.

“it’s beautiful, wriothesley.” you gasp softly, feeling the delicate petals. “thank you.”

he doesn’t say anything – you see a hint of a smile on wriothesley’s face instead, your gaze meeting his in tender agreement.

“you are beautiful,” wriothesley kisses your temple delicately. “please don’t forget that.”

and suddenly, everything is all right in the world again – for to wriothesley, you were as beautiful as the first peach blossoms of spring. kind, delicate, tender, warm ; everything, beneath the peach blossoms.

[pawpiefawn]

EVERYBADY CHEER I SHOW UP IN THE TAGS NOW ٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜

[pawpiefawn]

𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

❤︎ wriothesley x gn!reader 0.5k words sitting beneath the peach blossoms with wriothesley. for my sweetest @sleepyqinfei.

peach blossoms – there was something just so lovely about them to wriothesley.

perhaps it was the fragility of the delicate blooms and how they reminded him of yourself ; or how he found its soft, paradoxically energetic colours pleasureful to his weary eyes. or perhaps it was the significance of its blooming in spring – beautifully welcoming him back from the cold, his unworthy witness to the beauty and celebration of a new beginning.

when he finds himself laying down beneath the peach blossoms with you that very spring, wriothesley contemplates shutting his eyes ;

rest doesn’t come easy to a tired man. he will admit it – he’s exhausted, stretched beyond his means like a tense rubber band waiting to snap. how could wriothesley breathe, with hundreds waiting on him, looking up at his pedestal?

“are you alright?” he looks back up to the sound of your voice – you, in all your sweetness – breaking him from his stupor.

“hm?” wriothesley can only blink.

“are you alright?” you repeat your question, a soft blush dusting your face as you peer down at the dozing man. he looks so peaceful ; well, almost peaceful. you see his forehead tense and his brows wrinkle in quiet frustration.

( said dozing man sits upright, leaning his back against the tree trunk. he figures he should at least attempt to look you in the eye at least once – get it together, wriothesley. )

“i’m alright, i promise.” wriothesley smiles, linking your pinky with his in a childish display of affection. there was something so comforting about your touch; warm, loving, kind, everything he wished for in a person. you.

wriothesley feels you cling onto that pinky promise a little while longer before releasing him from your grasp. you know that something is off, awkward – but pushing him for an answer would only make it worse. you'd ask another time.

“okay then!” you exhale softly, looking back up at the peach blossoms. one particular one catches your eye – a beautiful shade of baby pink, almost toeing the line of cream white – you simply couldn’t take your eyes off it. bless you, dendro archon, your work beholds all splendour.

you spend the next few moments in quiet reverence of greater lord rukkhadevata’s work ; there was not a flora or fauna that graced this planet that didn’t take your breath away. nature was a testament to the ebb and flow of love that graced the earth’s veins, pulsing and pulsing in love and gratitude and everything that you believed humankind should be known for.

wriothesley picks up a fallen peach blossom and holds it up to your ear.

“hold still, won’t you?” your lover lets out a quiet chuckle, gentle hands tucking loose strands of hair away behind your ear. you can feel the stem slide into the groove of your ear, tucked beside your temple.

“it’s beautiful, wriothesley.” you gasp softly, feeling the delicate petals. “thank you.”

he doesn’t say anything – you see a hint of a smile on wriothesley’s face instead, your gaze meeting his in tender agreement.

“you are beautiful,” wriothesley kisses your temple delicately. “please don’t forget that.”

and suddenly, everything is all right in the world again – for to wriothesley, you were as beautiful as the first peach blossoms of spring. kind, delicate, tender, warm ; everything, beneath the peach blossoms.

[pawpiefawn]

saw your wrio fic on my fyp and GAHDAMN I love your writing!!!! Your blog is so aesthetic and I’m looking forward to see more of your stuff!! <33

btw wrio and alhaitham are my favs too 🤭🤭

hi thank u SO MUCH !!! ♡ what a sweet ask thank you so so so much !!! if you’d like to see more of my writing, you can check out @.xianyoon ( unofficially archived ) and i have a huuge wrio fic in the works EEEKS thank u thank u thank u i appreciate you !!! sending all my love, have a wonderful week ♡

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[pawpiefawn]

was wondering if i was allowed to follow? we never really talk much but we're mutuals haha

hi love you're totally okay ♡ welcome in !!!

[pawpiefawn]

𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

❤︎ wriothesley x gn!reader 0.5k words sitting beneath the peach blossoms with wriothesley. for my sweetest @sleepyqinfei.

peach blossoms – there was something just so lovely about them to wriothesley.

perhaps it was the fragility of the delicate blooms and how they reminded him of yourself ; or how he found its soft, paradoxically energetic colours pleasureful to his weary eyes. or perhaps it was the significance of its blooming in spring – beautifully welcoming him back from the cold, his unworthy witness to the beauty and celebration of a new beginning.

when he finds himself laying down beneath the peach blossoms with you that very spring, wriothesley contemplates shutting his eyes ;

rest doesn’t come easy to a tired man. he will admit it – he’s exhausted, stretched beyond his means like a tense rubber band waiting to snap. how could wriothesley breathe, with hundreds waiting on him, looking up at his pedestal?

“are you alright?” he looks back up to the sound of your voice – you, in all your sweetness – breaking him from his stupor.

“hm?” wriothesley can only blink.

“are you alright?” you repeat your question, a soft blush dusting your face as you peer down at the dozing man. he looks so peaceful ; well, almost peaceful. you see his forehead tense and his brows wrinkle in quiet frustration.

( said dozing man sits upright, leaning his back against the tree trunk. he figures he should at least attempt to look you in the eye at least once – get it together, wriothesley. )

“i’m alright, i promise.” wriothesley smiles, linking your pinky with his in a childish display of affection. there was something so comforting about your touch; warm, loving, kind, everything he wished for in a person. you.

wriothesley feels you cling onto that pinky promise a little while longer before releasing him from your grasp. you know that something is off, awkward – but pushing him for an answer would only make it worse. you'd ask another time.

“okay then!” you exhale softly, looking back up at the peach blossoms. one particular one catches your eye – a beautiful shade of baby pink, almost toeing the line of cream white – you simply couldn’t take your eyes off it. bless you, dendro archon, your work beholds all splendour.

you spend the next few moments in quiet reverence of greater lord rukkhadevata’s work ; there was not a flora or fauna that graced this planet that didn’t take your breath away. nature was a testament to the ebb and flow of love that graced the earth’s veins, pulsing and pulsing in love and gratitude and everything that you believed humankind should be known for.

wriothesley picks up a fallen peach blossom and holds it up to your ear.

“hold still, won’t you?” your lover lets out a quiet chuckle, gentle hands tucking loose strands of hair away behind your ear. you can feel the stem slide into the groove of your ear, tucked beside your temple.

“it’s beautiful, wriothesley.” you gasp softly, feeling the delicate petals. “thank you.”

he doesn’t say anything – you see a hint of a smile on wriothesley’s face instead, your gaze meeting his in tender agreement.

“you are beautiful,” wriothesley kisses your temple delicately. “please don’t forget that.”

and suddenly, everything is all right in the world again – for to wriothesley, you were as beautiful as the first peach blossoms of spring. kind, delicate, tender, warm ; everything, beneath the peach blossoms.

[pawpiefawn]

ok nvm maybe i will just post it . . . . i trust the universe . . . . . . . pleeeaasee. . . .. .

[pawpiefawn]

testing once again sorrieee . .

[pawpiefawn]

guys plz i really want to post this . . . its so fluffy n cute but TAAAAGS !!! pls work T_T

[pawpiefawn]

hi mama ^o^

hi baby ♡ how was your day !!!!!!! tell me eeeeeeeverything ♡