#kinich x reaader

[himasgod]

Kinich x Reader

Where he realizes that you are more valuable to him than the Mora

(0.6k words. I hadn't dared to write about Kinich, but after reading his story and playing with him, I felt like it! Remember that I appreciate every comment, like or repost, they make my day! Also, I accept requests! Enjoy <3)

The air in the mountains of Natlan was harsh and wild, like Kinich. The silence between the two of you, after weeks of roaming those inhospitable places, had become almost comfortable. You both knew the other was there without the need for words, but that day something was different. The tension was felt in every step, in the way his hands tightened the straps of his equipment.

"Why do you always accept the most dangerous missions?" You dared to ask as you followed his determined walk. Kinich, with his gaze fixed on the horizon, did not answer you right away. You usually received direct, raw answers, but this time it seemed that he was meditating on the words.

"Because it is what will bring me more Moras." His answer finally came, as simple as you had imagined.

You stopped, feeling a lump in your chest. Of course, he always talked about Moras, about the tangible rewards he longed for. It was his way of seeing the world, of understanding value. But you knew there was more behind those words. The Kinich you knew, though sometimes cold and calculating, had shown himself to have a much deeper spirit, one that perhaps he himself did not fully understand.

“Is that all that matters? The Mora?” You tried to keep your voice calm, but you couldn’t stop a hint of frustration from creeping in.

He stopped as well, his green eyes meeting yours. A spark of something indecipherable crossed his gaze before his expression returned to that familiar hardness. “What else should matter? We are not born heroes, and no one gives anything in return for nothing.”

You moved closer to him, each step driven by a mix of need and curiosity. He had been by your side in battles, had saved you more times than you could count, but you had never been able to fully decipher what drove him beyond that desire for material rewards. You were so close that you could see the tension in his jaw, the slight flicker in his eyes as he lowered them, perhaps avoiding your scrutiny.

“And me?” you asked quietly, your heart pounding. You weren’t just an adventure partner to him, and you both knew it. But sometimes, Kinich kept you at a distance, as if the price of letting someone get close was too high, even for him.

Kinich raised his head, surprised. For a few seconds, his usual composure seemed to waver, but he quickly regained it. He took a step toward you, his presence as strong and overwhelming as ever, and held your gaze intently. “You’re not a transaction,” he murmured. “You’re…” He swallowed, as if the words were a heavy weight to bear. “You’re important.”

The confession hit you hard, harder than you’d expected. In his own world of Moras, bounties, and contracts, you had found a special place. You weren't just another job, you weren't a goal to be fulfilled. You had gone from being a simple spectator in his life to becoming someone who could break through his defenses, even if it was just for a moment.

"Does that mean you're staying by my side for more than Moras?" You gave him a half-smile, one that Kinich only reserved for you in special moments.

He didn't respond immediately, but instead of words, he let his actions speak for him. With a calculated and agile movement, like the hunter he was, he enveloped you in an unexpected, but firm hug. It wasn't soft or delicate, but it was real. Like everything Kinich did.

"I'm staying because you're someone worth fighting for," he whispered, his voice rough but sincere.

You felt the warmth of his body next to yours, the weight of everything unsaid between the two of you. In the silence of the mountains, you knew that the future of both of you was far from easy, full of challenges and dangers. But at that moment, it didn't matter.

You were with Kinich, and for him, that was more valuable than any reward.

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Where they see your sh scars

Ch: Scaramouche, Kinich, Heizou and Lyney.

CW: 700 per character

TG: It's been a long time since I last wrote, sorry! I've been very busy with my studies lately, and I'll continue to be, but I hope to get back to my activity! Regarding this, there have been many people who have asked me for help in requests, and as I usually say in this type of request, you are not alone. Ask for help if you are going through a bad time. Even if you see it as dark, there are people, entities, associations, laws… protecting you. You will be able to get through this, and when you do, the scars will be nothing more than memories of your bravery that will heal little by little.

Scaramouche

The wind blew hard in the cold night, rustling the branches of the dry trees around you.

You stood in front of him, your body rigid with tension, as the dim moonlight illuminated Scaramouche’s porcelain unchanging face. His expression was the same as ever: an impenetrable mask of disdain mixed with indifference. But his eyes, dark and heavy with repressed emotions, stared at you as if he was trying to decipher a riddle he couldn’t solve.

You had made the mistake of carelessly rolling down your sleeves.

Now he knew.

“What are those marks?”

His sharp voice broke the silence, chilling your blood.

“It’s none of your business.”

You took a step back, clutching your arms to your chest as if you could protect yourself from his piercing gaze. But you knew it was useless. Scaramouche was a master at dismantling defenses, at ripping out the most painful truths without an ounce of mercy.

“Answer me.” He took a step toward you, his tone lower, but no less menacing.

“Why do you care?” you shot back, trying to stand your ground, though your voice trembled.

He stopped just a step away from you, his eyes boring into yours. There was something beyond the usual anger in his gaze: something he couldn’t or wouldn’t name.

“I don’t care,” he lied, with that biting sarcasm he used to hide any vulnerability. “I just want to know if you’re lying to me. If you’re weaker than I thought.”

The wound his words left was immediate, like a knife wound to your chest. You clenched your fists, your nails digging into the palms of your hands as you tried to hold back tears.

“Is that what you think? That I’m weak because… because I hurted myself?”

“Aren't you?” He replied cruelly, but there was something broken in his voice.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through!” you screamed, your words filled with rage and pain. “You have no idea what it feels like to live with the weight of not being enough, of feeling like nothing matters! You have no right to judge me!”

He recoiled slightly, surprised by the intensity of your words. But he didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

“You know what, Scaramouche? Maybe I am weak,” you continued, your voice breaking. “But at least I’m brave enough to admit it. And you? How long are you going to keep hiding behind that mask, pretending you don’t feel anything, that you don’t care about anyone?”

The silence stretched between the two of you, so thick you could almost hear your heartbeat.

Finally, Scaramouche looked away.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know more than you think.”

He looked at you again, this time without the barrier of his sarcasm. There was something raw in his expression, something you had never seen before: fear.

Not for you, but for what you meant to him.

“Those scars,” he murmured finally, his voice barely audible, “make me remember that I can’t protect you. I can’t even protect myself.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you moved closer to him, ignoring the urge to keep your distance.

“I don’t need you to protect me, Scaramouche. I just need you to be here. To let me be with you, even when it hurts.”

He didn’t respond, but when you took his hand, he didn’t pull away. His fingers were cold, but they held onto yours with a desperate strength.

“Maybe we’re both broken,” you whispered. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t find some peace together.”

Scaramouche closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. He didn't say anything else, but in that moment, you knew that, even though it was hard, he wasn't going to let you go.

Kinich

The jungle was silent, save for the crackling of the campfire and the distant echo of some nocturnal saurian.

Kinich sat across from you, his claymore resting to one side. He wasn’t sharpening it this time; he was simply watching you, his gaze fixed on your nervous movements. You had been silent all night, the sleeves of your robe pulled down to cover your hands, as if you wanted to disappear beneath the fabric.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or say something?” you blurted, your voice higher than you intended.

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes narrowed, studying you with that irritating calm that seemed unfazed. Finally, he spoke.

“Why are you hiding it?”

The air stopped in your lungs.

Your hands shook slightly as you clenched your sleeves, as if by doing so you could erase what you knew he had seen.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kinich leaned forward, his movements deliberately slow. His fingers, rough from years of hunting and surviving, caught your wrist before you could pull away. The fabric of your sleeve gave way, exposing the scars that marked your skin like a map of old and new pain.

“Of this,” he said quietly, his tone devoid of judgment, but filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Let me go!” you struggled, your voice cracking in the attempt to sound strong.

“No.”

The firmness of his response disarmed you. There was no anger in his tone, no pity. But no softness either. It was as if he were confronting you, forcing you to see something you’d been avoiding for too long.

“What do you want me to say?” you blurted, tears threatening to spill over. “That I did it because I couldn’t take it anymore? That each of these scar is a reminder of how little I’m worth? How broken I am? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Kinich didn’t look away for a second. His grip on your wrist didn’t loosen, but it wasn’t aggressive either.

He was holding you back, yes, but not to hurt you, but to make sure you didn’t run away from this conversation.

“What I want,” he said, his voice deeper, almost like a growl, “is for you to stop talking about yourself like you’re less than nothing. Because you’re not.”

“And what do you know?” you screamed, the pent-up pain bursting out in every word. “You weren’t there! You don’t know what it feels like to live with this weight, this shit on your head every day! You don’t know what it feels like to want to disappear because nothing matters and no one notices, because no one stops you…”

“I noticed,” he interrupted, his tone sharp as a leaf.

The silence fell between the two of you, so heavy you could barely breathe. Tears finally fell, hot and treacherous, as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Why can’t you just ignore it like everyone else?” You whispered, your voice cracking.

Kinich let go of your wrist, only to slide his rough hands up to your shoulders. He forced you to lift your head, to look into his eyes.

“Because I’m not everyone else. Because when I see this,” he said, pointing to your scars, “I don’t see someone weak. I see someone who fought against herself and is here, breathing, alive. That’s not weakness. That’s strength.”

“I don’t feel strong…” you confessed between sobs.

“It doesn’t matter how you feel right now,” he said firmly, “because I know. And if I have to stay by your side until you understand, I will. But don’t ever say that you don’t matter, because to me, you matter more than my own life.”

The weight of his words fell on you like an avalanche. You couldn’t respond, you couldn’t say anything. You could only cry as he wrapped you in his arms, holding you as if he was afraid you would fade away.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn't feel like you were alone in the battle.

Heizou

It was early morning, and the dim light of dawn was beginning to filter through the cracks in the windows.

You sat at the table in his small office, watching as Heizou flipped through some reports with that carefree smile he always seemed to have. But tonight something was different. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and the air between you was thick with a tension you couldn’t quite explain.

“You know,” he began, his tone casual as he closed the report, “I have a theory.”

Your heart instantly sank. That phrase, which normally meant he was about to dazzle you with his intelligence, this time filled you with irrational fear.

“Oh yeah? What kind of theory?” you tried to sound carefree, but your voice trembled slightly.

Heizou didn’t respond right away. Instead, he stood up from his chair and slowly approached you, his eyes locked on yours. His gaze, always shrewd, was now deeper, as if he was seeing something you were desperately trying to hide.

“A theory about you,” he finally said, his voice soft but heavy with intent.

You tried to laugh, but it sounded forced.

“What about me? I’m not interesting enough for a great detective to waste time analyzing my life.”

“No?” His smile faded, revealing a seriousness he rarely displayed. “Then explain this to me.”

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist carefully but firmly, lifting your sleeve to reveal the scars you had tried to hide.

The air left your lungs as you tried to pull your arm away, but Heizou didn’t let you. Not roughly, but with unwavering determination.

“Why, my love?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, but the weight of his words unbearable.

“It’s… it’s not what it seems,” you stammered, though you both knew it was a lie.

“It’s not what it seems?” he repeated, his tone firmer now. “Then explain to me, because I see someone who carries more pain than she should carry alone.”

Your throat closed up, and tears began to pool in your eyes. You tried to look away, but Heizou leaned in close, his expression filled with a mix of pain and concern that completely disarmed you.

“You can’t solve this, Heizou,” you murmured, your voice cracking. “It’s not a case you can close with a brilliant theory or a perfect deduction.”

“Maybe not,” he admitted, letting go of your wrist to gently take your hand. “But I’m not going to stand by while you wallow in this.”

“Why do you care so much?” you cried, your emotions finally spilling over. “You have no idea what this feels like! You can’t just come into my life and fix everything like you’re a hero!”

“You think I’m trying to be a hero?” His voice rose, but not in anger, but in a desperation he rarely showed. “I’m not a hero, but you're my girlfriend. And I’m also not someone who can ignore the fact that the person I love is hurting.”

His words hit you like a bolt of lightning. You tried to say something, anything, but tears were already streaming down your cheeks.

“I don’t understand why you do this,” you finally murmured, your voice barely audible. “I’m not… I’m not enough.”

Heizou let out a deep sigh, leaning in even closer until his forehead touched yours.

“You are enough. You always have been. But you have to let me be here for you. I can’t promise that everything will be easy, but I’m not going to leave. No matter how hard you try to push me away.”

His words, spoken with such honesty, broke through the barriers you had built around your heart. And in that moment, as he held you, you felt something you hadn't felt in a long time: hope.

Lyney

The theater tent was empty, the only sound being the faint echo of your footsteps on the wood.

Lyney stood in the center of the stage, under the dim light of a lantern that barely illuminated his silhouette. There was something unusually tense about his posture, as if the charismatic and self-assured magician you knew had vanished, leaving only a boy burdened with silences.

You watched him from a distance, your long sleeves hiding the marks you had learned to conceal all too well.

But this time, he had noticed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice broke the silence, but it wasn’t filled with the usual sweetness he used to captivate crowds. It sounded broken, as if each word cost him more than he wanted to admit.

“Tell you what?” you tried to dodge, your tone defensive.

Lyney turned to you, his gaze trapping you as if you were part of one of his tricks. But this time there was no play in his eyes, only a mix of hurt and frustration that disarmed you.

“Don’t play with me, love.” He took a step towards you, and you instinctively recoiled. “I saw your arms.”

The air seemed to stop.

You had been careless, you knew it.

But you never thought Lyney, always busy with his illusions and shows, would notice.

“It’s not what you think,” you murmured, though you both knew it was a lie.

“Oh, no?” His voice rose slightly, laden with a desperation he rarely showed. “Then explain it to me. Explain to me why someone like you, someone who lights up my life more than any spotlight, feels like she has to…”

He trailed off, unable to get the words out.

“Why do you care?” you blurted out, your voice shaking as you fought to maintain control. “You only show what you want others to see. Why can’t you let me do the same?”

Lyney clenched his fists, his jaw tight as he tried to maintain his composure. But you could see his perfect facade beginning to crack.

“Because it’s not a trick.” He took another step towards you, his eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite place. “This isn’t a show. You can’t just hide behind a curtain and hope it all goes away. I’m not going to disappear!”

“But I should!” you cried, your voice cracking as tears began to run down your cheeks. “You should disappear like everyone else. Because no matter how hard you try to fix it, I’m always going to be broken.”

Lyney looked at you, and for a moment, you thought he was going to back away, that he was going to let you sink into the abyss you’d built around yourself. But instead, he crossed the distance between the two of you in one step and took your hands, pulling at the sleeves that hid the scars.

“Broken?” He murmured, his voice now barely a whisper. His fingers brushed the marks on your skin with a gentleness that almost broke you completely. “Is that what you think?”

“I don’t know what else to be…” you began, but your voice trailed off when he looked up.

“No.” His tone was firm, as if he were uttering a spell. “You are not broken. You are strong, even if you don’t see it. And if I have to remind you of that every day, I will.”

“Why?” you sobbed, unable to understand why someone like him, bright and full of life, would want to be burdened with someone like you.

“Because I love you.”

The words came out unvarnished, without tricks or artifice. It was the rawest truth Lyney had ever spoken, and it hit you with an intensity that took your breath away.

“I am not what you deserve,” you whispered, trying to pull away, but he held you tighter.

“Maybe you’re not,” he said with a bitter smile, his own vulnerability reflected in his eyes. “But I’m not what others think I am either. We both wear masks, my dear. The difference is that I want to take them off with you.”

And with those words, Lyney hugged you, holding you as if you were the only reality in a world full of illusions.

[himasgod]

Kinich x Reader

Where you are a dragon rider, who came to Natlan sensing that something was wrong with them

(I finished this request! I'm afraid it didn't turn out the way anonnie wanted, but I think I liked the result more or less! I left it a bit open-ended in case there was a chance of doing a second part. Also, I wrote this in third person, although I always write in second person, today I wanted to change it up a bit and use feminine pronouns. I hope you like it!)

Natlan, the land of roaring volcanoes and fiery winds, was a place of legends and ancient creatures. Among its most fascinating inhabitants were dragons, majestic beasts that inhabited both the mountains and the skies. Kinich, a young hunter and warrior, was on one of his most challenging missions: protecting newborn saurians from predators that lurked near the nests.

He had spent hours tracking the tracks of a group of saurian hatchlings when he stumbled upon something unexpected. In a clearing surrounded by tall trees, he saw the baby saurians clustered around a figure. It was a woman, standing with unwavering calm, while the infant saurians squeaked and rubbed against her as if they were mere pets. Kinich, bewildered, tightened his grip on the handle of his claymore, but did not advance.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his voice sharp as he took a step toward her.

The woman looked up, a calm smile curling her lips. There was no fear in her expression, only overwhelming confidence.

“I’m calming them down,” she said simply. “They were scared.”

Kinich frowned, suspicious. Baby saurians were nervous creatures and difficult to handle, even for someone from the Scions of the Canopy, who had lived with them for generations. But these ones seemed… happy.

“And how did you manage that?” he asked, without letting his guard down.

She crouched down, gently stroking the head of one of the baby saurians.

“Understanding them isn’t so difficult if you know how to observe,” she said. “A little patience, a little respect.”

Kinich narrowed his eyes. “Too calm,” he thought. There was something strange about her. Her clothes were not like those of the inhabitants of Natlan, and her movements were too precise, as if she were used to dealing with these creatures in a way he did not understand.

“Where do you come from?” he finally blurted out.

She looked up, her eyes shining.

"From a small island west of here. Where dragons are our companions, not our threats."

"Dragons." Kinich repeated, incredulously. Although he had heard stories about it, dragons they were rare even in Natlan, and most were wild and dangerous. They werent like the saurians he used to deal with.

The woman nodded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"My people have lived alongside them for generations. We learned to communicate, to live together. When I heard that in Natlan the dragons and saurians were restless, I decided to come. Have you ever wondered why?"

Kinich did not answer. The distrust was still present, but so was the curiosity. There was something about her that deeply disconcerted him, something he could not ignore.

Days later, while Kinich was patrolling the mountains with Ajaw when he met the woman again. This time, she was alone, walking along a cliff where the wind whipped hard. To his surprise, Ajaw approached her without a trace of aggression. She smiled and raised a hand, petting the dragon just behind the neck. Ajaw let out a growl of pleasure and leaned into her, like a puppy seeking attention.

Kinich blinked, incredulous.

“How…?” he started to say, but stopped. There was no point in asking. It was obvious she knew something he didn’t.

“What? You’ve never scratched him behind the neck?” she teased, with an amused smile. “Dragons love it.”

Kinich crossed his arms, trying to hide his frustration.

“You’re… different,” he finally said. “And you’re not from here. I dont trust you.”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning to set behind the mountains.

“Maybe,” he admitted. "But that doesn’t mean I can’t help. Natlan is in great danger, I'm sure youre aware of it…"

Kinich frowned. Something in her tone made him uneasy. He decided not to press her for now, but the questions kept piling up in his mind.

The night he finally got his answers was also the night he saw her for who she really was. He had gone out on patrol, but a noise in the distance alerted him. He followed the sound to a moonlit clearing, where he saw her riding a dragon as black as night, with wings that seemed to devour the light. Her dark armor gleamed with an ominous glint, and her stance was that of someone accustomed to leading.

Kinich stood still, watching as the dragon rose into the air with a roar that shook the ground. When she finally landed in front of him, she dismounted gracefully, as if she knew he had been there all along.

“Now do you understand?” she asked, her smile calm, though there was a shadow of sadness in her eyes. "I am a dragon rider."

Kinich didn’t answer right away. He looked at the dragon, then at her. Finally, he let out a sigh.

“I don’t understand anything,” he admitted. “But I want to understand.”

She looked at him for a long moment before nodding.

“Then ask,” he said. “I’ll answer what I can.”

Kinich was still suspicious, but he was also intrigued. Because although she was a mystery, she was also the key to understanding a world that he was just beginning to discover.

In the days that followed, the relationship between Kinich and the woman became closer, although full of tensions. She told him about her home, an island covered with lush forests and mountains where dragons flew free. She told him about the rituals of her people, who considered dragons to be sacred allies, guardians of balance. Kinich listened in silence, processing each word, although his pragmatism clashed with the devotion she showed towards these creatures.

One afternoon, while she adjusted the straps of her armor next to Ajaw, Kinich could not help but watch her. There was something fascinating in the precision of her movements, in the way her presence seemed to calm even that temperamental dragon.

“Why did you come to Natlan? Tell me the truth.” he asked suddenly.

She looked up, surprised by the direct question.

“Because I sensed something was wrong, I already told you” she replied, her voice softer.

“The dragons here are restless, and that may mean something big is coming. Something dangerous. You’re a warrior, aren’t you? This whole Pyro Archon thing…”

Kinich gritted his teeth. His instincts told him she knew more than she was letting on, but he didn’t want to push her. Not yet.

The night that changed everything was when they were both ambushed by a group of creatures from the Abyss. Kinich fought, but realized they were outnumbered. It was then that she called out to her dragon, a roar echoing in the darkness as the powerful creature descended to protect them.

She mounted gracefully, extending a hand to Kinich.

“Get on. Trust me.”

For a moment, Kinich hesitated. But looking into her determined eyes, he took her hand and climbed onto the dragon. As they flew into the sky, he felt the power of the creature beneath him, and for the first time, he understood what she had tried to explain to him.

He had never felt so free.

So he grabbed her waist, afraid of falling off the dragon, and looked at the skies of Natlan.

When they finally landed in a safe place, Kinich couldn’t hold back his question.

“Who are you, really?”

She looked at him, her eyes reflecting both strength and vulnerability.

“Someone who wants to protect this world. Just like you.”

Although Kinich still did not understand what you were doing here, how you had come or who you really were, he did not have the urgency to find out.

He didn't really care. Being with you made him feel free, and that was enough for him.

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Kinich x Reader childhood enemies to lovers

Where, after having found your life ruined, you return to the tribe without being the spoiled princess that Kinich always hated.

SCENARIO: You were always upper class, a girl with money and treated with somewhat classist values. And that made you and Kinich hate each other to death when you were kids. However, when your family goes bankrupt and you have to return to the tribe, your values ​​change, and seeing Kinich again after years becomes uncomfortable.

(I LOVED DOING THIS TO BE HONEST. I MADE IT AS LEAST CRINGE AS POSSIBLE, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 😭)

In Natlan, the heat of the sun was incessant, as were the memories of childhood days. And, try as you might, you couldn't stop Kinich's name from floating in your mind.

When you were a child, he represented everything that irritated you. That wild boy, always dirty, always disobedient. He was the complete opposite of you, raised in a home that prided itself on good manners. You were the good girl, the one who never got her hands dirty or broke the rules.

But Kinich didn't just bother you for being dirty or noisy. There was something about him that unsettled you, something about his mocking laugh and incisive gaze that made you feel small, although you would never admit it.

"You're always covered in mud. Clean yourself." you used to say disdainfully, crossing your arms haughtily.

"And you always have that ugly princess face," he replied, smiling with a smugness that made you boil with rage.

Kinich drove you crazy just by existing, and you hated him. And you did the same to him, although for different reasons.

Years passed, and life changed for both of you.

The tragedies that had struck your life forced you to leave the comfort of your home. You discovered how cruel the world could be beyond the safe walls that protected you. Meanwhile, Kinich had also grown, shaped by the losses and chaos of Natlan.

When you returned to the tribe after years away, the last thing you expected was to see him. But there he was, like a shadow impossible to ignore.

The boy you remembered had become a man. Taller, with firm muscles from so many hunts, with a confident demeanor that was now even more intimidating than when you were children.

And you… you felt uncomfortable.

The first meeting after years was at the tribe market. You tried to avoid him, but, as always, Kinich was faster.

"Is it my imagination, or has the good girl returned?" he asked, leaning against a fruit stand with that mocking smile you had hated so much as a child.

"I haven't been back to see you" You answered coldly, although your tone wasn't as firm as you had hoped.

He laughed out loud, as if your answer was the best joke of the day.

"Always so charming. Do you still think you're better than everyone?"

You stared at him, but that haughty look you practiced so much had no effect. There was something different in his eyes, a mix of defiance and something you couldn't decipher.

"And you're still just as unbearable"

You answered before turning to leave. But even as you walked away, you could feel his gaze fixed on your back.

Despite your attempts to avoid it, circumstances seemed to conspire to keep you close. Community work, meetings, or simply paths that crossed. Each encounter was fraught with the same tension you remembered from childhood, but now it was different. You weren't kids anymore.

At one such encounter, you were both assigned to prepare provisions for a group of hunters that would leave at dawn. Kinich worked beside you, and though neither of you said much, the silence wasn't exactly comfortable.

"You don't mind getting your hands dirty?" He asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"I'm not the same girl." You replied, trying to remain calm.

He paused for a moment and looked at you, really looked at you, as if evaluating your words.

"I already know that. But you seemed very proud of being the spoiled princess girl. I have a hard time imagining you any other way."

You let out a sigh, putting aside what you were doing to face him.

"You know what bothers me about you, Kinich? That you always think you know everything about others."

He arched an eyebrow, surprised by your answer.

"And what do you think I know about you?"

"You think I'm weak. You think I'm the same girl who looked down on you because she didn't understand your world. But you don't know anything."

There was a moment of silence, a heavy one, filled with something you didn't know how to define. And then, in a softer tone than you expected, Kinich said:

"Maybe I don't know you. But if you want, I can try."

The weeks that followed were filled with encounters like that. Tense moments that slowly began to transform into something more. Kinich wasn't as brusque as you remembered, and you began to notice things you'd ignored before: his way of caring for the youngest members of the tribe, his ability to read the changes in the wind and predict a storm, the way his mocking smile softened when he thought no one was looking.

But the biggest change happened one night, under a starry sky.

You had stepped outside to get some air after a long day, and there he was, sitting by a small campfire. You hesitated to approach, but when he saw you, he gestured for you to join in.

“I don’t bite, you know?” he said with a smile.

“You used to say that as a kid, and it wasn’t true,” you replied, reluctantly sitting down.

“You know? I always wondered why you hated me so much” he said after a while.

You looked at him, surprised.

“I didn’t hate you… well, maybe a little. But only because I didn’t understand how you could be so… free.”

He frowned.

“Free?”

“You did what you wanted, no matter what other people thought. That made me nervous. I was jealous of you, probably.”

Kinich fell silent, his gaze fixed on the flames of the campfire. Then, in a low tone, he murmured,

“I hated you because I thought you always thought you were better than others. But I think it was more my problem than yours.”

You stared at him, surprised by his honesty. Before you could respond, he leaned toward you, his lips brushing yours softly. It was a cautious gesture, as if he were giving you the chance to pull away.

But you didn’t.

When they separated, they were both out of breath, but with smiles on their lips.

“I guess we’ve changed, haven’t we?” you murmured.

Kinich smiled, one of those genuine smiles you didn’t remember seeing before.

“Yeah. And I think I like this change.”

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hey i rlly enjoyed the r4ped reader fic w kinich, would you be able to write another one where kinich didn't know about it and tries to touch/advance (suggestive but not full nsfw) on reader but they like break down and he feels really bad? tyy

Good afternoon annonie!

Thanks for your support! I like to know that you liked it. Of course I will make your request! I won't make it completely NSFW because of the situation, you know, but I will try to make the intentions clear and do my best so you can enjoy it!

Yours, himasgod <3