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yumikk101 · 18 days ago

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Beneath Natlan's Sun

Characters: Kinich, Ajaw

Pairing: Kinich x Reader (Slow Burn)

Type: Romantic, Adventure, Action

Word Count: One-Shot

Genre: Romance, Action, Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T (for mild violence, blood, and action scenes)

Warnings: Mild violence, injuries

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This story explores the developing relationship between Kinich and the reader through the course of a single, action-packed day. The romance is slow-burn and filled with subtle, meaningful moments, paired with the thrill of survival in the dangerous desert of Natlan. If you love childhood friend dynamics, mutual respect, and emotional depth, this one's for you!

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The sun rose like a massive, burning eye, casting a blistering light over Natlan. Its harsh rays cut through the horizon, bathing everything in a fiery orange glow. The wind, warm and dry, swept across the rugged landscape, carrying with it the scent of dust

You adjusted the straps of your leather satchel, filled with healing herbs and tools, and glanced across, where you could see Kinich standing, his figure a silhouette against the rising sun. His Claymore was slung across his back, and beside him, his ever-present companion Ajaw hovered, his form like a shimmering shadow

Kinich. The thought of his name brought a gentle warmth to your chest. You had known him since you were both children. The two of you had grown up together in the quiet village at the base of the jagged cliffs that lined Natalan. He was a son of the land, a saurian hunter by tradition, while you had always been the village's healer, tending to the wounds of those who returned from the harsh days of hunting

He turned to face you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re late,” he teased, his voice carrying over the wind, his eyes scanning you with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something unspoken

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “And you’re always on time. A true model of punctuality,” you shot back, though your voice was gentle

Ajaw, who had been floating nearby, scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourselves. You’re just wasting time. We’re here to hunt, not to exchange pleasantries.”

“Enough, Ajaw,” Kinich said, his voice a calm command, though his gaze never left you. There was always a quiet affection in his eyes when he looked at you—one that you pretended not to notice, though it made your heart race every time

Ajaw grumbled but didn’t argue further, instead drifting off to the side, clearly eager to get started. You and Kinich exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to move on

Natalan stretched out before you like an ocean of orange, a vast and unforgiving wilderness where survival depended on sharp instincts and unwavering focus

You walked beside Kinich as the three of you ventured deeper into the arid landscape, the sound of your footsteps muffled by the shifting soil beneath you. Kinich’s claymore was poised in his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the terrain for any sign of movement. You, as the village’s healer, kept a watchful eye on his form, your gaze lingering on the familiar way his muscles flexed with each stride

“You’re quiet today,” Kinich remarked, his voice breaking the silence

You shrugged, trying to ignore the heat that rose to your cheeks. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” His voice was gentle, inquisitive, a stark contrast to Ajaw’s usual mocking tone

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to put the words into something that made sense. “About how much has changed, I suppose. The village... the people… and us.”

He slowed his pace, turning slightly to meet your eyes, the weight of his gaze making your breath hitch in your throat. “We’re still here. Together.”

His words were simple, yet they carried a depth of meaning that you felt all the way to your bones. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Yeah. Together.”

Ajaw let out a derisive laugh from above, but neither of you paid him any mind. It was rare to have moments like these—moments where you and Kinich could speak freely, without the pressure of his duty weighing him down

Natalan was never silent for long. As you walked deeper into the ravine, the faint sounds of movement reached your ears—soft scratching, the shifting of scales. You froze, and Kinich did the same. He motioned for you to step back slowly, and you obeyed, heart pounding in your chest

Ajaw hovered above, his eyes gleaming. “There’s something coming. Something big.”

The ground shook slightly, and then you saw it—a massive saurian, its leathery skin blending with the environment, its eyes glowing a dangerous orange. It let out a terrifying hiss before lunging forward, its claws slashing through the air

Kinich sprang into action, his Claymore flashing as he darted forward to engage the creature. The fight was chaotic, the saurian’s powerful tail whipping through the air, narrowly missing Kinich. You felt your heart race as you watched him dodge the creature’s attacks with fluid movements

“Stay back!” he shouted at you, his voice firm

But you couldn’t stay back—not when you saw the wound on his side, a long gash where the saurian’s claws had scraped him. Without thinking, you rushed forward, reaching into your satchel for the healing herbs you kept there. The smell of crushed leaves filled the air as you tossed a vial at the saurian, temporarily stunning it

“Kinich, get back!” you urged, fear creeping into your voice

He ignored your warning and continued to fight, but the saurian was relentless, its sheer strength overwhelming. You watched helplessly as it knocked Kinich off his feet, the sound of his body hitting the ground echoing through the ravine

“No!” You rushed to his side, grabbing his hand as he tried to rise

“Go,” he grunted, pain evident in his voice. “I’ll be fine.”

But you shook your head, clutching him tighter. “I’m not leaving you. Not now. Not ever.”

With a surge of adrenaline, you found yourself on your feet, grabbing your knife from your belt and charging at the saurian. With a swift motion, you plunged the blade into its side, narrowly avoiding its claws as it screamed in fury

Kinich, still on the ground, reached for his Claymore. His voice, though strained, was filled with determination. “Get back, it’s too dangerous—”

But you didn’t listen. You knew what was at stake. You knew that this was more than just a fight. This was a test of everything you had learned as a healer, everything you had learned about how far you would go for the ones you loved...

The dust settled as the saurian collapsed, its massive body thudding heavily against the ground. You fell to your knees beside Kinich, your hands shaking as you pressed them against his wound, the blood soaking through your fingers

“Are you okay?” you asked, your voice trembling as you looked down at him

He nodded, though his breathing was ragged. “I’ll live. But you… you should’ve stayed back.”

You shook your head, not caring about his reprimands. “I couldn’t let you face that alone.”

Ajaw floated overhead, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, that was certainly a spectacle. Perhaps you should consider retiring from hunting and take up an acting career.”

“Enough, Ajaw” Kinich said with a grunt, though there was a small smile on his face

You reached into your satchel and pulled out a healing paste, gently applying it to Kinich’s wound. The soothing balm seemed to take effect immediately, and his pained expression softened

“I’m not letting you do this alone again,” you whispered, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead

Kinich met your gaze, his eyes holding something deeper than gratitude—something raw, something that made your heart skip a beat. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Ajaw interrupted

“You two are hopeless,” Ajaw muttered, rolling his eyes

By nightfall, the three of you made camp by the edge of the ravine. The fire crackled, casting long shadows over the ground, and the only sounds were the distant howls of the wind and the occasional hiss from Ajaw

You sat beside Kinich, your legs crossed beneath you as you tended to the fire. The healing process had drained you, but the satisfaction of knowing you had saved him, knowing that you had protected the person you cared about most, filled you with a warmth that no sun could match

Kinich glanced over at you, his eyes reflecting the firelight. “You know… you’re something else.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. “I mean… I don’t know many people who would risk their lives like that. For me.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, but you tried to play it cool. “I didn’t do it for you,” you teased. “I did it for myself.”

“Oh, really?” He leaned closer, his voice low and soft. “Then why didn’t you run?”

You met his gaze, your throat suddenly dry. “Because… I couldn’t.”

Kinich didn’t say anything for a long moment. His hand brushed against yours, tentative, as if testing the waters. Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, everything else— the saurians, Ajaw’s mocking voice—faded into the background

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Kinich finally whispered

And that was enough...

Author note: sorry this one is not so long I'm considering writing a part two with more events in it but I've been experiencing writer's block a lot recently and this one specifically I just couldn't generate good ideas for it sorry to the person that requested it if it's not what you wanted 😭

I love you all and thank you so much for reading I'll try my best to post more once I'm feeling creative again ✨

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its-in-the-woods · 7 months ago

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'Down the Rabbit Hole' Chapter 1

Chapter two chapter three Chapter four

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating: None for this chapter future ones will be adjusted.

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. If you know a Beta to edit please send them to me.

Getting the phone call that you're working with Liz again is surprising. You had encountered Liz several times, mostly as a day call trying to get hundreds of extras through a small window of time. She was well-known in the industry as being a giant pain in the ass. Though you had gotten along somewhat well with her, you had never quite felt like the women would have picked you as a second.

Sitting down in the production office you start to fill in paperwork. There is always so much paperwork. Thankfully this would have you working for the next four months. Four months of not having to fill out forms or wonder when your next job would come. Granted you had made a favorable impression with several other heads of department. But if everyone was honest the biz was saturated with less skilled artists who would bend over backward, or forwards, just to get a day in. You flick over the paperwork refilling the same information for the fifth time.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second,” It's Liz, done up to the nines as always. Touches of grey hair starting to show against the dirty blonde. She wears all black with a horrid mix of silver and gold jewelry.

You follow the woman back, completely prepared for her to tell you that you will not be seconded to her. That you'd be moved to 2nd unit or something much more fitting for someone with just “five years of experience”.

Walking into the little office you place the paperwork on your lap as you sit across from her. The walls have headshots of cast along with information underneath. You don't pay attention, if you're working a different unit chances are you'd never see them anyway.

“Nice to see you again,” Liz says, you get a feeling that she was putting on a bit of a show. She’s put on a weird smile that doesn’t meet her eyes, not that you could tell she won’t look at you.

“Likewise, hope you've been doing well,” You reply, you can't stomach being a kiss ass.

Liz makes a humming noise as she flips through the large binder. One of the the few things you both agreed on, is hard copy beat digital work.

“At the moment you're not going to be seconding with me, you've been requested by the lead.” She gestures over to the wall.

You look over and see Walton Goggins’ face staring back at you. You chew at your lip, you've worked with him twice. Mostly while doing smaller rolls, he had always been easy to work with and hilarious.

“Ah, I see.” You reply, trying not to act a little flustered. You'd never had an actor request you, it was probably one of the biggest compliments you could get.

“You and Trevor will be working together with Mr. Goggins. I've taken you've read the script?” Liz looked at you through heavy mascara eyelashes. You nodded at the question. “Good. It's pretty straightforward, anything with large amounts of blood will be dealt with by the FX crew. You're basically babysitting and making sure he doesn't wander off covered in gore.”

You can't suppress the laugh at the comment. You could picture the man getting driven away looking like he had murdered a small town. The Teamster would have a fit about cleaning that.

“Sounds good, I am guessing I can increase my pay and kit rental?” You push, requested or not you knew your kit was far better stocked than most. Whether Liz agrees or not would be a moot point. You could always approach production for a pay raise. Running it through Liz first just kept accounting from jumping down your throat.

Liz stares at you for a moment, her mouth a thin line. For a second you think she may try to argue the wage. Instead, she flicks her eyes back down to her binder.

“Yes, Production has already approved a pay raise for both. As well as sending in a small request for certain products he’d like.” Liz passes you the paper without looking up. On the top is your wage and kit fee, along with product allowance. It's much more than you anticipate, but you keep that to yourself.

“You can drop your stuff off at the trailer and then go grab what you need. Start things off slow.”

***

Paperwork done and handed in, you grab timesheets, start packs and, any other office stuff you think the trailer may need. Driving down the narrow alley you park your little Honda Accord beside the make-up trailer. You unload several bins beside the steps before parking. Inside the trailer is pretty sparse. You set out to fill your drawers, stocking the place with all the necessities. Trevor shows up as you're starting to finish up.

“Heyyyy,” He chirps, coming in with his own kit. The man is tall, slim, with a wicked smile, green eyes, and a riot of brown curly hair. He is a major flirt who loves to chat about anything and everything.

“Hey, Trevor. How have you been?” You give him a hug. The two of you had both started out at the same time and he was as close to a friend as you had in the industry.

“Oh yah know, just living the dream!” He rolls his eyes, waving his hands in the air.

“Nice we get some space to spread out. Feels homey” You smile as you place paperwork into holders.

The trailer was a newer model, with four stations, four chairs, mirrors, lights, and shelving. There was also a sink and hair sink. It was nice to have your own space. Often times you were allotted a small tent and much else. But here you had access to everything and it was warm against the never-ending rain.

“Not to mention getting requested.” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows. “Like I didn't think that would ever happen.”

You both chuckle at the situation. You finish up and make sure all your bits and pieces are laid out. You’d print any notes for tomorrow and get them into binders. Also, need to make sure you are connected with everyone’s clouds. Digital wasn’t your niche but it was necessary.

“Do you want me to grab anything for you? I am hitting up the usual haunts for goodies.” You ask, grabbing your purse. Downtown would be a nut house but having all the requested products was important.

Trevor pauses the comb on his chin. “How about I text you the list I need? I think I need like four things?”

“Yep, that sounds good. I will see you tomorrow for camera tests”

***

You do three days of camera testing and running over lighting making sure everyone looks their best. It’s always a flurry, trying to find an easy groove that you all could work with. Liz took the first chair, Katie took the second chair, you were in third, and fourth was slated for fx. It was tight once everyone was in there and warm, but it worked and that’s really all you could ask for.

Now near the end of the week came the first shoot day. Liz barely makes eye contact with you besides a ‘Good Morning’. You didn’t care, you knew what you needed to do, a detailed email had been sent out last night. Besides Walton, you had three other actors to take care of. Not surprisingly they were all male, Liz’s actual second was Katie. A petite woman with pin-straight blonde hair, a heart-shaped face, and a big personality. She loved doing anything cute and fun. So you got stuck with the rough end of things, but if you were honest that was your wheelhouse. Bruises, cut lips, red-rimmed eyes, bloody noses, looking a bit more disheveled and run down. Yep, all things you could do quickly and efficiently. Hopefully, the AD wouldn’t be too pushy. The first two men are easy enough, you and Trevor fall into a rhythm. Blasting some 80s music as you both drink Red Bulls and dance away. Katie joins in the fun as you all pretend to sing karaoke

The third man doesn’t show, which is annoying as hair in cream blush. You radio the AD who already sounds annoyed. He tells you he will bring Walton over ASAP to you. You let out a sigh and rub your face. You crack open another redbull and take a deep sip. The trailer ran on redbull, which was the preferable alternative.

“Stepping up!” Yells a familiar voice. Walton comes in with a flurry, coffee in hand, sunglasses pushed up. He wiggles his way through everyone with polite hellos and hugs. He comes over and squeezes you into a tight embrace. You hug back your cheeks going a little pink. The man is striking both in looks and presence, his aura is calm and confident. His hair was jet black with silver sideburns, deep-set hazel eyes, and an infectious smile.

“Oh, it is so good to be back filming. Finally!” He flops himself into your chair crossing his long legs. He is already in costume well fitting jeans and a green button-up.

“Nice to see you again.” You smile and get to work, “How’s the day treating you so far?”

“It’s been lovely, though I do miss the sunshine. Does it ever stop raining here?.” He chatters on.

You finish skincare and get down to covering minor blemishes and making sure his eyebrows aren’t too wild. Trevor chitters back with the man as he sorts his hair into something a little neater than the fluff it was before.

“There you are looking fantastic as always,” You croon and step away from the mirror. The man makes a shocked sound and inspects his face.

“Darlin’ you always make me look as pretty as a painting,” Walton giggles in a higher feminine voice, looking himself over in the mirror.

“Oh hush,” You giggle back, “get your tight butt to set.” You shooed him out the door, he wiggled his butt and gave you a kiss on the cheek before swishing out the door.

“That man is hilarious, it’s going to be a fun show,” Trevor stated with a chuckle as he prepared his set bag. “Do you think number three will show?”

You let out a sigh,” Probably not at this point, the AD is going to murder us if we don’t get to set now.”

***

Number three was standing on set, you felt anger roll over your shoulder. He was of average height with a face that looked as if he had a permanent scowl. At least you had brought an extra set bag. You grab the man’s arm firmly, hauling him away to stand under a set light. Trevor immediately trailed after you. He huffs and stands mostly still. You can smell weed on him, and judging by his red eyes he was stoned out of his mind. You hand him eyedrops, and the man sneers at you but puts them in. Letting some of the liquid spills on his face, you sigh.

“Look, nerves are normal.” You mutter more to yourself than anyone. “But coming here stoned and avoiding makeup and hair is not going to win you any brownie points.”

“I don’t need a lecture from you,” The man bites out, walking away as you tuck your brush back into your bag. You grumble and move over to your chair, you make eye contact with one of the AD’s who scoots over to you.

“I apologize about Arnold not coming to your trailer, I didn’t realize he was here.” The man lets out his own sigh, “It won’t happen again.”

“He doesn’t like us at all. Going to make things a little tricky.” You reply trying not to call him a complete ass about him.

AD nods his head, “I know. It will be dealt with.”

You walk over to the video village peering at the screens as you say hello to familiar faces. Everyone looked good, even Arnold, at least his eyes weren’t completely bloodshot. You take a particular look at Walton who seems to be letting himself get into character. Something flits in your heart as he looks up at the camera from under his brow.

***

The day ends and you cycle through secondary actors, Arnold all but running out the door once he is done. You can’t help but glare at the man, the least he could do was say thank you for cleaning his dirty mug.

You flop down in the chair as the rest of your coworkers clean their things. The buzz of your coworkers is somehow relaxing, you take a sip of cold coffee and clean your brushes. Another knock and you turn to see Walton walking in, he has run his hands through his hair so that it stands straight up.

You let out a chuckle, “Did you stick a fork in a socket.” Getting up to let the leading man sit in the chair.

“Oh, this?” He says pointing at his head, “I thought it was supposed to look like this.”

The room erupts in laughter as he makes his eyes cross and sticks his tongue out pretending to be electrocuted. Shaking your head you get to work, skincare was just as important as the actual makeup. You were ever grateful the man thoroughly enjoyed being pampered and preened by everyone. Made your job so much easier.

*I am definitely nervous about posting this. But I hope it's fun and cute. It's going to be a slow build and a lot of back and forth. But I promise it will be fun cute and a little moody. Just a pinch of angst cause why not. *

Chapter two

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