#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]

You summon storms, you play with nature Now watch it hurt you Why would you want to shape the world in your hands?

[wildcalendula]

please don't go yet

[vxnuslogy]

— 1:43 coincidences.

pairing: kinich x gn!reader

premise: kinich wasn't one to indulge in the creative waters of writing or english. but for a chance to know you, he'd willing jump into the ocean.

— warnings: none

— author's note: this was supposed to be for his birthday but i got lazy half way through so yeah. this is also a part 2 of 11:11 wishes and i highly recommend you read this one first!! art credits to @.n249g on twt. | 2.3k words.

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

english—writing class to be specific—was one of kinich’s least favorite subjects in school. not to say that he didn’t appreciate books and stories, he just simply preferred the more straightforward subjects like p.e. and math. he never really could wrap his head around the ideas of using so many literary devices to make a statement sound flowery. why can’t author’s simply say that the sky was blue or that the sun has set? kinich, more often than not, found them all unnecessary.

until you, that is.

kinich met you by coincidence during one of his basketball practices. a loud shout of his name from the stands and an enthusiastic mualani made him cringe internally as his teammates wiggle their eyebrows. with a roll of his eyes, kinich drops his water bottle on the benches and readied himself for whatever mualani wanted to do. his head curiously tilted to the side when he caught sight of you. 

you and mualani were the same height, you held her bag in your arms as you scroll through your phone. kinich must have stared a bit too hard. you looked, meeting his eyes with a curious but embarrassed gaze. suddenly all the metaphorical pieces of literature he once found exasperating had an entirely new meaning as you flashed him an embarrassed smile. he found himself captivated–unable to look away even when mualani came to obscure his view of you. with a heavy breath, he tried his best to keep his attention on her words, but he ended up missing the way your lips turned upward and eyes turn into small crescents. 

it would’ve been cute, dare he say romantic, with the way you kept stealing glances at him. kinich felt a certain itch at the back of his mind to at least smile back, but he never got the chance to. not when a stray basketball flies past his head and nearly hit you all the way from the stands.

“hey! watch it!” mualani shouts. hands gripping the metal bars tightly, ready to jump down and pick a fight with the player who had nearly hit you. 

kinich stood there, baffled and perplexed about you. he found your way of tugging at mualani’s arm amusing as she yells and points an accusing finger at ororon. you shake your head with a sigh and offer him an apologetic smile when he should be the one doing that. with his own heavy sigh, kinich turned around and crossed his arms, a scolding look in his eyes as everyone avoided his gaze. 

“kinich you better put your team in place or i’ll do it myself!” the volleyball captain in the stands yelled with an angry huff. she copied kinich’s pose and narrowed down her eyes but she simply looked like an angry kitten.

kinich’s ears picked up on your airy giggle and felt the hairs on his arms rise. karma must be coming back to bite him in the ass because now, at this very moment, he wished he’d paid enough attention in english class to find a way to describe the way you captured him with just one glance.

much his teacher’s surprise, kinich finally began to participate in english class. he would raise his hands to answer questions and when called, he’d try to answer even if he struggled. all of his classmates concluded something must have happened—you can’t really blame them for being curious, after all, kinich only took interest in very few things. 

he began to frequent the local bookstore too. drifting from one aisle to another, eyes skimming over the spines of the books he once took for granted. ironically, he found himself indulging in a newfound fascination with how words worked. a certain wish deep in the columns of his chest to find a way to describe you in the same way. that’s when kinich ceased all his skimming. ever since that day, he’s been thinking about you, more often than he should.

he knew you and mualani were close—attached to the hip with the way you grew up together. the council president would often brag about your achievements as if they were her own during breaks from meetings. mualani always had something to say about you—all ranging from nice, embarrassing, and intriguing. you also ate lunch together. kinich would always notice how mualani packs extra lunch and when the bell rings, you’re always outside the classroom. bag slinged over your shoulder, a book under your arms as you entertained yourself with your phone. 

during all of these times, kinich’s eyes will always slide over to your figure. trying to capture your mystique on paper with his rookie capabilities in writing. and for the second time, he must have stared too much because you ended up catching his stare. your eyes glossed over the opened book on his desk, the many sticky notes with messy notes, pens and highlighters matching the book cover, and how he keeps tapping his pen on his notebook. his finger’s twitched, heart lurching forward into your arms when your eyes twinkled with familiarity of his actions.

he was doing an activity for english class. and that’s when it all clicked into place. 

you flash him a smile as mualani tangled your arms together and tugged you to the direction of the cafeteria. no wonder your laugh sounded so familiar, it was the same sound he heard during english when he paid attention to everything but the lesson. the book under your arms had the same colored annotations as his and even the blue bracelet on your wrist looked familiar. you were the student sitting a few seats back from him. 

“what a coincidence,” he murmurs, shifting his attention back to the activity due tomorrow. but his mind betrayed him for the second time because instead of writing down his interpretations in the notebook, the word “beautiful” was instead jotted down. and kinich isn’t talking about the book.

dismissal hours and kinich did not mix well. while others packed their things to go home, he stayed behind to work with the council on the bulletin board. with a thud, he dropped to the floors as the others laugh. mualani ruffled his hair and promised they’ll be quick today, which he highly doubts with the way there was paint on her face and poorly hidden paper planes made out of spare papers. he shook his head in amusement and started getting to work.

by the time the clock hit 5, everyone had bid their farewells and kinich was left alone boarding the last bus of the day. he mindlessly paid the bus fare and looked for any available seats. the grip on his school bag tightened ever so slightly when he caught sight of a familiar mop of hair and blue bracelet in one of the seats. like a sailor being captured with a siren’s song, kinich made his way to you and cleared his throat.

you look up at him with the sun in your eyes. and he wonders if you’re aware of them. “is this seat taken?” a beat of silence passed before he caught the way your eyes widened and shook your head no. kinich swore he could hear the drumming of his heart as the sun sets behind you, casting a golden glow that makes you even more captivating.

“oh no, no! not at all,” you stammer out with a crooked smile. kinich nods in thanks and sits down. this must be the awkward presence of a blooming crush the books he’s read were talking about. he wanted to bury his head in his hand in sheer embarrassment. of course he concludes he had a crush on you as you’re sitting next to him. of course he just had to be awkward as you steal glances at him every now and then, trying to think of a way to strike up a conversation.

“are you done?” you ask and kinich has never reacted to a sound so fast in his life. “with the book review i mean.” another smile, another reason for kinich’s heart to beat. he cleared his throat and looked away, muttering a soft yes under his breath. you don’t speak another word after that and kinich curses mualani for sleeping over at a friend’s house today. 

now, kinich wasn’t one to abuse his position as a council member nor did he ask teacher’s for favors–but there’s a first for everything. with a knowing mualani behind him, he takes a shaky breath in and knocks on the faculty door to excuse his english teacher to ask to be partnered with you.

it was such a bizarre and surreal feeling. kinich was simply about to go to bed after basketball practice when mualani had decided to blow up his phone with messages and screenshots. conversations with you filled with all capital messages, numerous exclamation marks, and sobbing emojis he began to associate with you began to fill his mind as his heart started to expand. 

“ I WISH HE’D BE MY PARTNER FOR THE BIOGRAPHY PROJECT 😭 😭”

kinich never paid any attention to the project despite having more interest in class—he didn’t have any particular interest in anyone, except you. so for you to wish to have him as the subject of your written creativity, how could kinich resist? and there wasn’t any difficulty in convincing your teacher too. a poorly executed excuse of maybe having your creativity rubbing off on him was all it took for the two of you to be paired up.

when he leaves the faculty, mualani greets him with a knowing smirk, her hands behind her back as the two quietly make their way back to the never ending task that is the bulletin board. the girl made sure not to point out the excited glint in his eyes and how a smile threatened to spill from his lips when you passed by and waved at her.

“you’re such a goner,” mualani teased with a shake of her head. she only stuck out her tongue at him when kinich tried to kick her shin. but he didn’t try to deny anything, all he could think about what kind of questions he’ll ask you in the span of a month.

“blue. you were wearing a blue bracelet when we first met and i really liked it.”

“and”

“it suits you”

“is that a weird thing to say?”

it was embarrassing how quickly kinich closed his phone and put it on silent mode. that was something so unlike him to say—even his punctuations and spacing of messages felt out of place. but could you blame him? that damn blue bracelet complimented the tone of your skin, how light seemed to bounce off it and become a magnet–begging for him to hold. 

and was it wrong of him to assume you liked green because of him? he noticed earlier this week that your gaze lingered longer whenever he wore his jersey jacket and this one hoodie xilonen gifted him. “the color reminded me of a calming walk in the forest,” you had said when he sat down in front of you as he asked why you were staring (leaving out the part of the giddy feeling he’s captured your undivided attention with just a piece of clothing. he then wonders what you’d look like if you were the one to wear it.)

could you give his poor heart a break? after all you nearly injuring yourself trying to make it to class wasn’t on his agenda for the day (but he’ll never admit how nice it felt for you to cling to him). he never meant for your fingers to brush as you picked up the papers on the floor, nor did he mean to look away so quickly—missing the way your cheeks turned pink.

kinich’s gaze flickered over to that blue bracelet again as you checked your appearance on your phone, then it moved to your bag, and like a sailor following the north star, he took it from your back and said, “let’s go to class.” his voice was quiet—dare he think shy—as he covered half of his face with a curled fist. 

you denied his offer to bail you out of a lecture from your teacher and he promptly agrees. but kinich knows, deep down in the ocean of his heart that you won’t get in trouble when he’s by your side. maybe it was the adrenaline–or maybe just you–he loved to chase. he took steps and steps in your direction to pluck a stray leaf stuck in your hair. he doesn’t miss the whiff of your perfume—woody with hints of citrus and some cinnamon in the mix.

you smell like sunshine and the partner he wants for the rest of his life.

after the biography project, kinich finds himself sitting with you in a park after classes got canceled. you asked him to push you on the swing set and he complied without much of a fight. 

“i wish you’d be my partner for this project, and wouldn’t you know, it actually happened.”

“oh, i know.”

kinich laughs, something he does more with you, at your dumbfounded expression. the realization that mualani had snitched on you and that he went out of his way to make sure it happened like you wished for sent your cheeks ablaze. kinich loved the sight of you under the afternoon sun as he goes in front of you, on one knee like those cheesy prince charmings in stories you always gushed about.

“be my partner for life, that was my 11:11 wish today.”

if you were to ask kinich what his favorite season was, he would answer summer within a heartbeat. summer was the season when you met, the colors of the sun bathing you in all his favorite colors as you cheered him on from the stands during basketball matches with his name on your back. the many ice cream runs where you both complain about the heat, or when you drop by the council room to try and cool off because the ac is stronger. summer had you in it, but kinich wouldn’t mind experiencing the other seasons with you too.

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royals au #neuvifuri duke and duchess in another lifetime.

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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