#royal impact

[fsanyadarkpaw]

look future in the eye

[uchihaculture]

[vxnuslogy]

— pasalubong.

pairing: kinich x gn!reader

premise: kinich wasn't a sentimental person at heart, until you left to travel. neither was he easily upset, but here he was, undoubtedly upset that you didn't give him a gift with your recent package.

— warnings: ooc-kinich and ajaw (still havent done the new aq), he's a bit down bad, and misses you dearly.

— author's note: this is not angst despite the premise LMFAO. art credits to @.n429g on twt. | 1.6k words.

“delivery for kinich!” a mail man shouted, trying his best to not look down over the ledge the scions of the canopy is held. “delivery for ki—”

“i heard ya!” the small dragon yells, taking the sealed letter and small box from the man’s hands and throws a pouch of mora as thanks. 

the man sweat drops at the comical sight of the tiny dragonlord floating up to where kinich was. said man was dangling his legs over the ledge, hair swaying with the wind and an indifferent look on his face as he swats away his small companion and roughly takes the letter in his hands. he could only assume that the two had started another argument once again.

with a sigh, he cups a hand to his mouth and shouts, “thank you for your patronage!”

kinich looked in his direction and gave him a small nod. there were few postal workers here in natlan, so he made sure to at least pay the man generously—especially with how his legs shake and hand clutch the side of the mountain for dear life.

ajaw continued to punch and tug at his head but his attention had zeroed in on the envelope. it felt heavier than the last and you had sent a small package with it. ‘for my dearest, kinich & almighty dragon lord, ajaw.’ the small note said with your signature right below it as well as a wax seal at the corner. your penmanship makes kinich smile and before ajaw can open his mouth, he takes the grapple on his waist and zips away to find a secluded place to open your gifts. they were sacred to him and therefore had to be treated with utmost care.

when he lands on teticpac peak, he sits down by one of the rocks and gently peels away the seal. kinich makes a mental note to stop by a market to get a new container for all your letters, after all, his bedside drawer can only hold so much of you over the years. 

‘to my dearest, kinich,’

with just four words, you had him smiling like a fool. one hand propped behind his back to support his weight as he leisurely soaks in your stories like a sponge. ajaw sits by his shoulder, impatiently demanding him to open the box that came along with your letter. kinich was not even half way with reading before he relented—you always had a knack for making pages and pages of stories, but he didn’t mind. you have been away for nearly 7 years now and send only a letter or two every few years. kinich learned to appreciate the pages of your love every time they arrive.

“hurry up!” ajaw demanded, waiting with bated breath as kinich opened the box. “learn to be patient, ajaw.”

the dragon only huffed and turned around but it didn’t take long before he dove head first into the array of gifts. while his little companion drowned in material luxuries, kinich took out items in piles and made a mental note to give them to their respective owners.

kinich tucked the small pouch with xilonen’s name along with your letter for her at his side. he will deliver these to her first, he concludes. as he’s sifting through the items, kinich catches a glimpse of ajaw sitting on a toy fox’s head with a small note with kachina’s name. the final item that seemed important was a small box containing colorful seashells with mualani’s name on it.

his brows furrowed in confusion as he sets all the gifts down carefully and sifts through the package one more time. and again, and again, until his lower back felt sore. ajaw noticed his antsy behavior and decided to look at what all the fuss was about. kinich sat down, head lowered with his bangs covering his eyes—ajaw was beginning to worry (but he would rather die than verbally admit it).

“hey!” ajaw turned to kinich who had stiffly stood up. clutching at your letter as the sliver of expectancy in his eyes dimmed. “don't tell me they actually forgot about you?”

“let’s go back,” he says with a subtly sullen voice. “we have to deliver these to the others.”

ajaw makes no further comment and sits on his shoulder as they zip from one place to another. he doesn’t point out the way kinich’s eyes looked duller and the way a frown tugged at his lips—he was upset. 

“hmph! i'll be sure to show them a piece of my mind when they get back!" the dragon complains to him as they arrive back home. kinich beelined his way back to his residence, a bit more aggressive than he normally would.

he doesn’t want to admit that he was upset—it was stupid. so what if you didn’t get him a gift after not hearing from you for almost a year? but how come everyone else had one? hell even citlani and mavuika received one, so why didn’t he?

with a click of his tongue he pushed past all the people in his way, muttering half hearted apologies here and there as ajaw kept calling his name. kinich was not upset nor was he disappointed—he wasn’t a child chasing after the trail of gold you left behind anymore. he was an adult now, someone people look up to and admire. kinich was no longer the shy kid that always wondered if he could ever chase after you.

“kinich!”

with the shout of his name, he was taken back to memory lane. how you would call to him from the ground, a pair of wheels at your feet as you glided through the rocky terrain as if it were made of ice. the smile you flash him as you point to your finish line makes his heart skip a few beats, rendering him only to reply in a nod because his mind has turned into a mushy puddle. 

“kinich!”

you have always been golden in his eyes. smiles bright like the sun, kindness gentle like its morning rays, and hypnotizing in the starry trail you leave behind. kinich remembers the first time he tried his hands on rollerblades. he felt unwittingly afraid of standing on his own two feet, the possibility of his world turning upside down with one single step scared him. but you were always there to ward away his fears. it wasn’t long before he took them off and said with a dead expression that he will never try them again. the laugh that he managed to steal from your lungs made all his suffering worth it.

“kinich!”

he doesn’t like letting things go, not when you’ve taught him how to cherish every little thing. but he’d hate himself if he kept you from your dreams. so there he was, all those years ago, standing by natlan’s borders, unable to say goodbye as the rest bid theirs. you had to make him face you—gently cupping his jaw with both hands and flashing a small smile, giving him a tempting offer.

“let me stay,” you said. you were willing to give up your dreams if it meant making him happy. kinich didn’t want his happiness, he wanted yours.

“leave,” he said bluntly. it made you laugh because it sounded incredibly rude, but the way he held your hand in his shaking hold, lip bitten until it almost bled, everyone knew he was struggling the most.

“i’ll give you souvenirs,” you offered as consultation and it took every willpower he had to say he only wanted you. 

“i’ll keep them safe.” he replied and you smiled.

“kinich!”

urging you to travel has been the best and worst decision in his life—you were enjoying your life but he was stuck missing you. his longing for the sun in his life greatly outweighed his happiness for you. how can he be happy when happiness is spelled with your name? the way you smile, and the way you leave a golden trail?

“kinich.”

“ajaw, enou—” his sentence was cut off when he turned to look at the smiling faces of his tribe. brows furrowed in confusion as he searched the crowd for a certain green dragon, but all his eyes could see was gold.

the wind in his lungs was stolen as the images of smiling faces turn to fade, his attention solely on you in the distance, ajaw by your side as you both waved him over. as fast as the winds could take him, kinich ran straight in your arms—his home. your laugh ringed like morning birds and your hands felt warm like the afternoon heat. you were home; you were his gift.

“pasalubong, for kinich,” you say with a teasing lilt to your voice. 

“pasalubong?” he repeats, hands coming to cradle your smiling face. “what does that mean?”

you smile wider and hold his hands with your own. “it means gifts given by homecomers. but,” you tuck away a stray piece of his hair behind his ear as you tempt him in another embrace. “it can also mean ‘to meet again.’”

kinich laughed—airy and bright, like the setting sun. this was so you, he thought, burying his head in your neck. trying to make up for all the lost physical contact he had missed. 

“thank you for the gift.” he said with a smile.

you pat him on the back and hummed in delight. “i came back just for you.”

“i’m honered,” he jests and takes a step back, not letting your hand go. “you should be! the trip back home is nothing short of tedious!”

he chuckles because kinich knows he’s a goner. no need for xilonen’s amused teasing, mualani’s persistence and kachina’s curiosity. everyone in his tribe and maybe even natlan knew, kinich would wait for you knowing you’ll eventually come home to him.

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

[genshin-impact-updates]

Happy Birthday, Rosaria!

[leounderseas]

Are people still doing these

[poksmimi]

⟨! YIELD THE SWORD !⟩

contains𖦹 : scaramouchexafab!reader, pussy spanking, clit pinching, hard sex, knight!scara, royal!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink(?), forbidden love bad grammar?

notes��� : ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠⊂⁠) I had no idea for title!

Your eyes land on his palm, your knight's knee between your legs as his palm hovers over your pussy. He smirked, his indigo hair swaying softly as he moves his head around, his hand goes back slightly and his palm hits your wet pussy. You moan, your legs tremble, your eyes land on his tent, his hard dick resting against his pants as your hands itch to spring it open. "AHh!" You moan and throwing your head back, scaramouche. Smiles as he spanks your cunt once more, he grabs your panties. Seeing the wet cloth and puts it in his pants, his fingers dance around your slit as they find the small bud. His fingers rub at the clit, you shudder and your chest goes up and down more faster. "You like that, huh slut?" He says, your knight's fingers touch your clit as he pinches your clit. Making your already wet cunt more wet, you gulp and swallow, your hands grip at the silk sheets. His hand rush at his tent as he slips down his pants, seeing his underwear as he slips it off as well. His hard dick springs out, hit g his stomach as he leans more into you, his fingers still playing with your clit. "Are you enjoying this, my liege~?" He says, teasingly. His smirk makes you gulp and his thumb rests on your clit as the rest of his fingers finger your cunt, slipping in the wet warmth as they stretch you open. Preparing you for his dick, your hole clenches around his digits. "Don't worry, you will be filled with my dick and my semen, gorgeous~" he says, stopping you from climaxing just by him fingering you. He aims his dick and he holds your hips, slamming into your cunt. "The Royal fucking their knight, isn't that scandalous?" He says, arching an eyebrow as you ignore his words. His dick already making you cock-drunk, he grabs your legs and fucks you faster, his dick hitting that special spot in your cunt. Making you see stars, your hands grip so hard at the sheets, your toe curls and scaramouche takes faster deep thrusts, smirking down at you. His dick feels so good wrapped around your cunt, he lets your legs rest on his shoulders as he harshly grips your waist, pounding at you faster. "OHh! MmgH! Scara~ i-i think I am about to!!" You scream. "Go on, come for me, my liege~" He whispers, your body shudders as you came, your cunt clenching around him hard as his dick spurts out his semen in your cunt, he pulls out and rubs at his dick, getting the rest on your cunt and stomach. Oh my, wants this scandalous?

[neetols]

royal xiaoven au: windblume

[wonder-worker]

A central element of the myth of [Eleanor of Aquitaine] is that of her exceptionalism. Historians and Eleanor biographers have tended to take literally Richard of Devizes’s conventional panegyric of her as ‘an incomparable woman’ [and] a woman out of her time. […] Amazement at Eleanor’s power and independence is born from a presentism that assumes generally that the Middle Ages were a backward age, and specifically that medieval women were all downtrodden and marginalized. Eleanor’s career can, from such a perspective, only be explained by assuming that she was an exception who rose by sheer force of personality above the restrictions placed upon twelfth-century women.

-Michael R. Evans, Inventing Eleanor: The Medieval and Post-Medieval Image of Eleanor of Aquitaine

"...The idea of Eleanor’s exceptionalism rests on an assumption that women of her age were powerless. On the contrary, in Western Europe before the twelfth century there were ‘no really effective barriers to the capacity of women to exercise power; they appear as military leaders, judges, castellans, controllers of property’. […] In an important article published in 1992, Jane Martindale sought to locate Eleanor in context, stripping away much of the conjecture that had grown up around her, and returning to primary sources, including her charters. Martindale also demonstrated how Eleanor was not out of the ordinary for a twelfth-century queen either in the extent of her power or in the criticisms levelled against her.

If we look at Eleanor’s predecessors as Anglo-Norman queens of England, we find many examples of women wielding political power. Matilda of Flanders (wife of William the Conqueror) acted as regent in Normandy during his frequent absences in England following the Conquest, and [the first wife of Henry I, Matilda of Scotland, played some role in governing England during her husband's absences], while during the civil war of Stephen’s reign Matilda of Boulogne led the fight for a time on behalf of her royal husband, who had been captured by the forces of the empress. And if we wish to seek a rebel woman, we need look no further than Juliana, illegitimate daughter of Henry I, who attempted to assassinate him with a crossbow, or Adèle of Champagne, the third wife of Louis VII, who ‘[a]t the moment when Henry II held Eleanor of Aquitaine in jail for her revolt … led a revolt with her brothers against her son, Philip II'.

Eleanor is, therefore, less the exception than the rule – albeit an extreme example of that rule. This can be illustrated by comparing her with a twelfth century woman who has attracted less literary and historical attention. Adela of Blois died in 1137, the year of Eleanor’s marriage to Louis VII. […] The chronicle and charter evidence reveals Adela to have ‘legitimately exercised the powers of comital lordship’ in the domains of Blois-Champagne, both in consort with her husband and alone during his absence on crusade and after his death. […] There was, however, nothing atypical about the nature of Adela’s power. In the words of her biographer Kimberley LoPrete, ‘while the extent of Adela’s powers and the political impact of her actions were exceptional for a woman of her day (and indeed for most men), the sources of her powers and the activities she engaged in were not fundamentally different from those of other women of lordly rank’. These words could equally apply to Eleanor; the extent of her power, as heiress to the richest lordship in France, wife of two kings and mother of two or three more, was remarkable, but the nature of her power was not exceptional. Other noble or royal women governed, arranged marriages and alliances, and were patrons of the church. Eleanor represents one end of a continuum, not an isolated outlier."

[moonllita]

I don’t remember if I shared all of them here, my Hoyoverse X P5 (don’t ask why my brain cook that)

too lazy to tag all the characters so meh

[royalbootlace]

modern clothes but as close to his original design as possible

im in LOVE with how he turned out here like damn he's handsoME I LOVE HIM

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｌｏｖｅ Ｓｔｏｒｙ

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Character: Diluc Ragnvindr x fem reader

Notes: Royal Au

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As a noblewoman, your presence at the grand ball was expected, and you had decided to attend. The lavish ballroom was filled with noblemen and women, all engaged in lively conversation, their elegant attire glittering beneath the chandelier light. You mingled for an hour or so, making small talk and exchanging pleasantries, your practiced smile never faltering.

But eventually, the strain of walking in heels began to take its toll. Your feet ached, and you gracefully excused yourself to find a seat. Sinking into the plush chair, you let out a soft sigh of relief, watching as the orchestra’s music shifted, and couples began to pair off, moving fluidly across the dance floor.

You admired their grace from a distance, but dancing was the last thing on your mind. When several gentlemen approached, politely offering their hand, you declined each one with a gentle smile, choosing instead to enjoy the peace of sitting back and observing the festivities around you.

As you sat, enjoying the graceful movements of the dancers on the floor, you were lost in thought, observing the lively scene unfold. You didn’t notice someone approach until a deep, calm voice broke through your reverie. Startled, you turned and were met with the sight of the one of the princes—prince Diluc.

Prince Diluc stood tall, his red hair tied back neatly, and his fiery eyes softened as they met yours. “Forgive me if I startled you,” he said, his voice low and respectful. “You seemed lost in thought, and I thought I’d take the opportunity to introduce myself.”

He glanced briefly at the dancers on the floor before turning his full attention back to you. “Do you mind if I join you for a moment?” His tone was polite, but there was something in his gaze that made you feel like he wasn’t one to make such requests lightly.

You stare silently at him for a short moment not believing that the prince was talking to you before snapping out of it and giving a polite nod. “o-oh yes I don't mind your Majesty.”

hearing your confirmation he takes a seat next to you. There's silence between you two for a moment before he turns to you. “Why are you not dancing if I may ask my lady?.”

You glance at the dance floor for a moment before returning your gaze to Prince Diluc. His presence, though calm, carries a weight you can’t ignore. “I’m not much of a dancer, Your Highness,” you admit softly. “I’ve always preferred watching rather than participating. Besides…” You trail off, hesitating. “I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of so many people.”

Diluc’s eyes remain on you, warm yet piercing, as if trying to understand more than just your words. “There’s no shame in enjoying the evening in your own way,” he replies, his voice gentle. “But I assure you, dancing isn’t always about skill. It’s about sharing a moment.”

You look down, unsure how to respond, but the sincerity in his words is comforting. After a pause, he extends his hand toward you. “One dance, my lady? I promise you, it won’t be about perfection.”

His offer hangs in the air, and your heartbeat quickens slightly as you glance at his outstretched hand. You can tell this isn’t a gesture he makes often.

His offer hangs in the air, and your heartbeat quickens slightly as you glance at his outstretched hand.

After a few moments you hesitantly place your hand in his and nod and reply quietly. “Okay”

Diluc’s touch is firm yet gentle as he leads you to the center of the ballroom, the soft music surrounding you both. As his hand rests on your waist and he lifts your other hand, the world around you seems to fade, the bustling crowd now just a backdrop to the moment.

The two of you begin to move in sync with the slow rhythm of the music. Despite your initial nervousness, you quickly realize that he’s guiding you with such ease and grace that your earlier worries melt away. His steps are smooth, purposeful, and he keeps a steady, reassuring pace.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” he says softly, his voice just above a whisper. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the grand ball seems like it was just the two of you. There’s a calm warmth in his expression, and it becomes clear that he meant it when he said it wasn’t about perfection—it’s about sharing this quiet, meaningful moment together.

You lightly flush at his words not bing able to take your eyes off his captivating red ones. “Thank you…”

As you lean in closer, he takes the moment to study your face, quietly memorizing every detail. After a brief pause, he finally speaks again “If I may ask what is your name my lady?”

Your heart skips a beat as you notice how intently Prince Diluc studies your face, his fiery red eyes locked onto yours. You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you respond quietly, “My name is y/n, Your Highness.”

His gaze softens at your response, and he offers a small smile. “A beautiful name,” he says sincerely. “It suits you well.”

The dance continues, the music swelling around you both, but his focus remains entirely on you. There’s a peaceful silence that lingers between the two of you, and the rest of the ballroom seems to blur as you continue to move in sync with the music.

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You two now stand on the balcony. Looking down at the town below a comfortable silence surrounds you. After a few more seconds on this Diluc speaks up. “May I ask a rather blunt question?” you look at him with a slight tilt of your head.

“What is it your majesty” Diluc stays silent for a moment before asking “do you happen to be wed?”

Your eyes widen slightly at his direct question, caught off guard by the sudden turn in conversation. You glance away briefly, staring down at the town below, the soft breeze brushing past your face. After a moment of gathering your thoughts, you turn back to face Diluc, shaking your head lightly. “No, Your Majesty, I am not wed,” you reply softly, curious as to why he would ask such a thing.

Diluc seems to relax slightly at your answer, his intense gaze softening. “I see,” he murmurs, as if deep in thought. “Forgive my forwardness. It’s just… I find you to be rather intriguing.” His voice is low, and though his words are careful, there’s a subtle vulnerability in the way he speaks. “I couldn’t help but wonder if someone had already recognized your worth.”

He turns his gaze back toward the town, letting the comfortable silence fall between you once again.

Your cheeks cover in a pink tint at his words making you a little shy. “No offense but I didn't really expect you to be so polite your Majesty”

Diluc glances at you with a small, amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “None taken,” he replies softly. “I suppose I have a reputation for being… reserved.” He pauses, his gaze drifting back to the town below. “But I’ve learned that there’s strength in kindness, even when it’s not expected of you.”

He turns his eyes back to you, studying your expression with quiet curiosity. “And what about you, my lady? You seem far more grounded than the other nobles here. You don’t appear to be swept away by all the grandeur of this ball.” There’s a gentle warmth in his voice, as if he genuinely wants to understand you.

You smile and lightly shake your head “Oh no I find the ball lovely your Majesty I just don't find any of their other nobles very interesting. Its all talk about that same thing” you softly sigh your gaze on the town.

Diluc nods thoughtfully, a small smile playing on his lips. “I understand,” he says, his tone gentle. “The conversations do tend to be rather… predictable.”

He glances over at the bustling ballroom behind the two of you, then returns his attention to the peaceful view of the town below.

He glances over at the bustling ballroom behind the two of you, then returns his attention to the peaceful view of the town below.

“I suppose that’s why I’m out here with you instead of inside,” he adds after a pause, his voice a bit softer. “It’s rare to find someone who sees beyond the surface. I find that… refreshing.”

His gaze lingers on you, his red eyes reflecting the moonlight, and for a brief moment, it feels as if the world around you has quieted.

Diluc slowly moves closer to you his eyes traveling down to your figure. “How you don't already have someone by your side is a mystery to me Lady, y/n” his tone his low alsmot a whisper. His words catch your attention as you look up at him.

Your breath hitches slightly as you meet Diluc’s intense gaze. The closeness between you feels electric, and his words send a soft warmth spreading through your chest.

“I… suppose I’ve just been waiting for the right person,” you reply quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. His presence feels overwhelming in the best way, and you can’t help but be drawn to him.

Diluc’s eyes search yours for a moment longer, then he smiles faintly. “Perhaps… that wait won’t be much longer,” he murmurs, his hand gently brushing against yours, the touch lingering as if testing the waters.

He gently takes your hand in his bringing in up to his lips as he softly kisses the back of your hand not breaking eye contact with you. “Please let me do the honors in changing that…let me be yours”

Your heart skips a beat as his lips brush against the back of your hand, his words lingering in the air. Just as you part your lips to respond, another voice interrupts, drawing both your and Diluc’s attention toward the entrance of the balcony.

“Oh? seems like you have found what your looking for dear brother” It was Prince Kaeya. Diluc’s brother he strides up to the two of you. You stare surprised to see him before snapping out of it and going into a bow.

“g-good evening your majesty”

Kaeya lightly chuckles in response. “Theres no need for fromailites just call me Kaeya. Afterall soon I will be your brother-in-law”.

Your eyes slightly widen at his words as you stand straight again. A look of confusion on your face.

Little did you know Diluc was looking for a wife tonight.

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[fsanyadarkpaw]

sumeru gang

[wildcalendula]

please don't go yet

[vxnuslogy]

— empty souls do not breathe, they wait.

pairing: kinich x gn!reader

premise: ajaw has always thought that after kinich's death, all will eventually bow to him as their new king. what he didn't expect was to grapple with his host's loneliness and find the reason why he sought your presence during nights that grow too cold.

— warnings: slight angst if you squint

— author's note: ajaw holds a very special place in my heart so deserves to be the main character of this fic. and after almost 24 hours of having no electricity, it'll finally leave the basement. this is heavily inspired by this comic on twt so please go give it a read! art credits to @.n249 on twt. | 2.5k words.

— tags: @ryescapades @moineauz @mikashisus @https-sourlimes ; if you'd like to be tagged, please fill out the forms in my pinned!!

there was something wrong with kinich. mavuika’s eyes scanned over the wounds on the poor boy’s body and the blood dripping from his forehead. long gone was his usual bandana and golden rimmed eyes were now tainted with a strange red. 

this man is not kinich.

“so kinich has fallen, too,” her voice sullen, eyes barely able to look at the husk of one of her heroes. though her stance is not tense, it certainly wasn’t relaxed either. “kinich” followed her movements carefully—the way her hands twitched towards her claymore, her eyes he could not read, and the unmistakable tone of her voice. the pyro archon was disappointed.

“i, too, would be disappointed if you didn’t notice, archon.” kinich dipped his head low and let out a bone chilling laugh that scratched his throat the wrong way. blood stained glove came to push his hair back as mavuika stares at the eyes that did not belong to the dendro user of the scions of canopy. 

“it was a shame for that brat to die, but oh well,” a twisted grin tugged at his lips as mavuika’s face remained passive. “it is i! the almighty dragon lord, k’uhul ajaw!”

he takes a deep breath before letting his host’s arms fall to his side. “per our agreement, i will stand in and make kinich the greatest hero for all of natlan to see!”

“and would you be satisfied with that?”

ajaw’s gaze hardened as his lips tugged into a deep frown. the pyro archon’s eyes now held a fervor brighter than any hope this entity of chaos has ever seen. was she still hoping that kinich would miraculously survive?

“are you implying that not even celestia is celebrating my return? their gift is now mi–”

“the gift you claim for yourself does not respond to you,” ajaw flinches back, eyes zeroing into the vision of his person as his fists shook in rage. “dreams will die if their master has fallen. there’s more to the contract between the two of you than you think.”

ajaw sees red. teeth snarling into a disgusting scowl as he readied kinich’s weapon—ignoring the way this too did not answer his call for blood. “are you mocking me, archon?”

much to the dragon’s surprise, the woman laughs. she laughs. at him? he’ll never know because he’s already zipping away from the scene. 

“this is merely a trial, a simple waiting game.” 

“why the hell am i using that servant’s party tricks!” ajaw screams as he lands in the far distance. he’s been using kinich’s grapple hook to come to and fro natlan these days as his mind flies back to this boy’s archon and her infuriating claims. “bwah! forget it, i have other things to deal with like–”

“kinich?”

like you.

the person from kinich’s life that he’s persistently pined over for years on end—ajaw even thinks kinich does it unintentionally, the boy was missing a few screws in the emotional department after all.

ajaw doesn’t answer back. he just blankly stares how your face is drained of its color. the way your fist grips at your chest like you're about to rip your heart out and the shaky–afraid–smile you flash him as you come to sit beside him.

you kept your distance—normally you’d sit so close your fingers would slightly entangle with kinich’s. ajaw observes you from the corner of his eyes before looking at natlan in the distance. back in his pixelated prison form, he could barely see natlan as a whole, just bits and pieces as he focused his energy to disturb and plan kinich’s untimely death.

“what are you doing here?” 

how strange, ajaw didn’t mean to voice that question out in the open. especially with the way you look at him as if your world had crumbled to dust, leaving no trace of your home to pick up. something tugs at ajaw after your blank answer. the great almighty dragon lords do not feel, they wreak havoc, instill control, so why? why was this heart beating in such a melancholic rhythm?

“let’s go,” he says as he slowly comes to a stand, trying to mimic kinich’s attitude and actions towards you to the best of his abilities. you look at him, tears threatening to spill, yet you still smile and take his outstretched arm. ajaw doesn’t voice how you immediately drop his hand when you stand—you always hold kinich like your final lifeline, so why are you letting go?

ajaw understands, he simply won’t accept this fact.

you loved kinich, not ajaw.

you wanted kinich, but you still treated ajaw with the same treatment.

you treat his wounds with care, apologizing whenever he winces and flinches, pressing soft kisses to the calluses of his hands and his forehead. you let him listen to your beating heart that drummed the same melancholic melody and wipe away at the tears he never acknowledges whenever the figure of kinich’s dismantled body haunts him at night. 

you acted as if you loved him and ajaw can’t live with this anymore.

so he runs away—punishes himself into confinement until you won’t be able to follow him. and then he thinks. sitting silently on a patch of grass as the sun slowly fades into another dreadful night. now that he’s left alone to grapple with all the uncontained emotions kinich himself couldn’t answer, ajaw finds himself at a loss.

“hey kinich,” he whispers to the wind, a bare hand filled with scars and scratches—free from the gloves that didn’t fit him—tug at the fabric of his shirt, right above his heart. “have you always been this lonely?”

ajaw hugs his knees, hand grabbing at his hair harshly–this body did not belong to him, he does not deserve your kindness or love. he won’t admit it, but now under the scrutiny or judgment of no one, ajaw comes to finally admit of his stretched jealousy for you and kinich. how come this insolent servant of him had someone who deeply cared about him despite his attitude? someone who was born to accompany him through thick and thin, to infuriate and fret over but still share whatever he or you could share with one another. neither of you left each other, and ajaw wanted that.

will ajaw have to live his life like this? chasing after the shadows of your relationship with kinich until his legs finally gave out? 

“ugh! i hate you kinich!” he screams into the wind as they howl back.

“don’t say that, ajaw,” his world stills and the already chilly breeze turned colder. there you were, under the light of a fading sun with a small smile on your lips. “you’ll hurt kinch’s feelings.”

he scoffs. grip tightening as he buries his head on his arms. “then he can stay dead if he can’t handle some words from me! my servant,” his voice quivers slightly. his breathing shakes and turns shallow as you step towards him. “don’t come near me!”

you take one step, then two, then you’re sprinting to ajaw before he could run away for a second time. you cradle his head to your chest as you let his iron grip bruise your arms and silent tears be soaked in your heart. 

“my kinich would not be offended by me!”

“i know he won’t,” you say in a whisper, hand rubbing circles to his back and ajaw finally comes to understand why kinich always sought you out each night when his past comes to haunt him. you kept his fears at bay with your overwhelming love for him. ajaw wonders if there’s also some love from you reserved for him. 

the following nights, ajaw spends his time in your arms as you tell him stories from your childhood. how kinich had saved you from a safety malfunction when you went bungee jumping, the kinds of flowers you press into your journal, and the many photos from your family in different nations.

“do you not miss them, human?” ajaw asks, another photo from your mother as she stands in front of a quaint flower shop in fontaine. you only smile and tuck away another album under your bed. the sight of ajaw curiously sifting through your photos—from family, friends, and kinich—makes something swell in your chest. it bloats and bloats until you’re sure it can hold all of natlan with ease.

“i do,” you reply, sitting by the edge of your bed and looking at the dates written behind each photo. “but at least they send me things so i know they’re doing well.”

ajaw frowns in contemplation. “will they come home?”

will kinich come home?

you don’t voice out the question that’s floating in ajaw’s mind and just smile. watching the flame from the small lamp on your bedside table flicker, your reflection staring right back at you as you meet ajaw’s gaze. 

“they will, we just wait.” 

ajaw frowns. “waiting means to waste your efforts to hope for a miracle.”

despite his harshness and pessimism, you chuckle. gathering all the stray photos, you put them back neatly in the album. as you make your way to the window to close the window, you turn back to ajaw. “an empty soul does not breathe, it waits. you’re waiting, too, ajaw.”

“i am not waiting for that vermin!” he protests with a huff. you laugh as he falls back on your bed, both hands behind his head as he stares at your bedroom ceilings. a contemplative expression falls on his face as the furrow of his brows from embarrassment finally eases. “is he even still alive?”

you hum as you lay beside him. your eyes gaze at the still blazing vision on his pants and close your eyes. “a person’s vision is their ambition. they die out when it's been fulfilled or when its master passes,” ajaw looks at you with storm clouds in his eyes but you shift in your position and gently close them with your hands. “so long as kinich dreams, he’ll still live. he’s not the type to leave business unfinished.”

tonight ajaw dreams—he hopes that your belief turns out to be true. in the blanket of night he’s grown to be afraid of, he sees you and kinich. but strangely enough, he sees himself in between you two—not as an obstacle, but as a part of your happiness. ajaw finds himself really liking this dream. 

the night kingdom, like its name suggests, is a perpetually cold and dark landscape with only the wayob in front of him casting a faint light. small engravings of his ancient name glows in a light purple as he gazes at his hazy body. surprisingly enough, his bandana still stayed securely on his head. 

“seems like i’m still under the wayob’s protection,” he says to no one in particular as echoes about a flame burning bright eases his worries. “if i’m still here then surely we must have won.”

kinich was about to turn and walk away—to where? he’s not quite sure. as he takes a step after another, the wayob—the original bearer of his ancient name—speaks to him in a voice he can only describe as all knowing; omniscient like his archon.

“you seem troubled, “malipo” kinich,” it said and this makes kinich stop in his tracks. “do you not trust your little companion to bring you victory?”

kinich doesn’t answer immediately. he takes his time to weigh out the answers he could reply with. “trust is a strong word. we’re only bound by a contract after all. i’m simply weighing the chances of my gamble.”

the wayob chuckles, deep and fatherly. kinich felt his shoulders start to relax a little more as the wayob continued to speak to him. “bearers of the “malipo” name are often accompanied by saurian companions through thick and thin. some, if not all, of them had an unbreakable bond between them.”

“so i’ve heard,” kinich says, arms crossing over his chest as he questions, “but a lot of people have questioned your judgment because of it.”

kinich hears a chuckle again as he hears something akin to glass breaking in the distance. 

“i’m well aware, “malipo” kinich. which is why i’m glad,” when kinich looks up to the dark sky, hundreds of shattered fragments rain down on him but he doesn’t shield himself. he feels his heart beat a little faster when he catches sight of his body—lacking his bandana and gloves—land a few feet away from him.

“my judgment was proven right, once again.”

“wait–” but the wayob had lost its glow. kinich doesn’t get the chance to dwell on it further as his own body possessed by a small dragon is grabbing him by the shoulders and screaming at his face.

“consider yourself lucky that i see some value in you “malipo” kinich!” the dragon shouts as he raises his hand, the same hand he always uses to summon ajaw’s power before being blinded by a green glow. “consider this an investment! so you better bring in some profit or i’m taking your beloved as hostage!”

a persistent series of knocks on your front door rudely awakens you from your slumber. grumpily leaving your bed, you try to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you prepare yourself to berate whoever is at your door at this ungodly hour.

“what is it—”

“you win this time, human!” a small dragon screams at you. you blink a few times as you hold out both your hands for ajaw to land on as he huffs and obliges. “i’ve fulfilled my end of the deal, so you better keep yours!”

“please don’t tell me you actually made a deal with him…” when you look up, you feel tears threaten to spill from your eyes again. kinich stands there, a sheepish hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks at you in distress. you let ajaw go and let your hands drift to kinich’s face, dragging them under his eyes and tracing over his lips as a ghost of a smile starts to form.

you chuckle in disbelief. “yeah, maybe i have.”

“i hope you know the consequences of your decision,” you sneak a peek at ajaw who has his little pixel arms crossed over his chest. you turn back to kinich, a smile on your lips as you tug him inside your not so empty home. “you’ll just have to wait and see.”

ajaw quietly watches as you make kinich some food, a homely ambience blankets the house as you and kinich catch up. he’ll never openly admit it, but he’s glad you agreed to his deal. he feels kinich’s eyes follow him like a hawk as he sits himself down on your shoulder. you offer him a spoon of food but he only huffs in decline. 

you’re waiting has paid off, though ajaw will never verbally admit. the other half of both your souls has come home and your statement was proven right: ajaw’s soul—as well as yours—will always wait for kinich to come home.

and kinich smiles, because like ajaw, he’ll never verbally admit how he’s been waiting for him to save him from the night kingdom all this time.

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Played pony town with a friend and engaged in some good self indulgence, here's some easy doodles

Ponies are so easy for me to draw guys I have such a good time but also my arms hurt, I need to stop gripping my pen

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royals au #neuvifuri duke and duchess in another lifetime.