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Eleutheromania

ଓ ˖ ⊹ ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ︵︵﹕✧﹕︵︵ ₊˚‧ଓ ˖ ⊹ ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ︵︵﹕✧﹕︵︵ ₊˚‧

ଓ ˖ ⊹ ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ︵︵﹕✧﹕︵︵ ₊˚‧ଓ ˖ ⊹ ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ︵︵﹕✧﹕︵︵ ₊˚‧

୨୧┊꒰୨୧┊꒰Synopsis꒱ ♡ ⑅˚₊ It’s every peasant’s dream to live a comfortable life, let alone one of luxury. And yet, you’re offered not only a life of opulence, but the chance to become the most noble woman in the kingdom. You'll come to realize that every gifts comes with strings and that nothing comes without a price. Will you stay blinded by devotion and burn for it, or will you wake up from this nightmare, dressed like a daydream?

୨୧┊꒰୨୧┊꒰Genre꒱ ♡ ⑅˚₊ historical au, Sunday x reader x Phainon,

୨୧┊꒰୨୧┊꒰Warnings꒱ ♡ ⑅˚₊ (As of right now everything is subjected to change! I'm not completely set on the idea yet! so don't hold your breath!) toxic relationships, non linear plot, religious themes, maybe yandere-ish tendency, it's NOT GONNA BE FLUFFY type of story! maybe even...psychological

ଓ ˖ ⊹ ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ︵︵﹕✧﹕︵︵ ₊˚‧ଓ ˖ ⊹ ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ︵︵﹕✧﹕︵︵ ₊˚‧

Act I. The Cage

── i. The Mockingbird

── ii. The Keeper

── iii. The Guard Dog

Act II. A Fool’s Paradise

── i. The Edge of Precipice

── ii. Ensnared

── iii. Clipped

ଓ ˖ ⊹ ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ︵︵﹕✧﹕︵︵ ₊˚‧ଓ ˖ !! ˙🍓 ̟ ★ ──

♥ Who's the cute doctor with a white jacket and a cute accent?

Phainon is a vigilante who kills heroes :0 and reader is a doctor who owns a clinic

The street was empty when you stepped out of your small clinic, stretching your arms with a yawn. The neon glow of streetlights flickered against the pavement, a steady hum of crickets filling the air. It was well past midnight, your usual closing time. The last patient had left hours ago, leaving you with only the scent of antiseptic and the ever-present exhaustion clinging to your bones.

And that was when you saw him.

Slumped against the alley wall right beside your clinic’s entrance, a man lay sprawled out, one leg bent awkwardly, his clothes torn and stained with blood. His messy silver hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and from the way his chest heaved unevenly, he was in bad shape.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you muttered, already moving toward him. “Don’t tell me I’ve got another late-night idiot with a hero complex.”

“It never snows in Natlan. Does that mean nobody will experience love here?”

It started with a silly sentence you read in a silly book. One’s first love is the person with whom one experiences the year’s first snow, it said.

It was indeed stupid. Your question, and the statement itself.

Yet, when Kinich thought about his mom and dad— he found himself thinking that it might be true after all. 

It was either right or what he longed for wasn’t love. Because the situation at home clearly was not what he desired.

Noticing how the usually quiet boy remained silent, you sighed. Was he bored? Okay, you can try to change the subject a little bit.

“I’ve never heard anyone have a Cryo vision either. Does that mean since we are in the nation of war, there is no place for love…? Ah, Snezhnaya must be a wonderful place. That's probably why it snows a lot there, right, since it's the land of love? I am so jealous.”

That finally made him speak, to your delight. If he hadn't, it might have flustered you— though since it was Kinich, you wouldn't have minded too much.

Or maybe you would have. He was so good in your eyes that you wouldn’t want to be an embarrassment next to him.

“A rumor says that someone named Granny Citlali from Night Wind’s has a Cryo vision.”

Ah, okay! A new topic, one that he chose to talk about too. You can work with that.

“Do you think she would make it snow if we asked? For fun?”

Seeing your excited eyes and hearing the curiosity in your voice, he paused just for a second before shaking his head.

“They say that she is super scary as well.”

Boo! 

“I’ll make her like me then, trust!”

His gaze lingered on you longer than it should. Though you were so busy talking about a character in your book that came off scary, just like the said elderly, but was a huge softie instead— you didn’t notice how his eyes softened.

He trusted you, without any doubts.

Because before you met him, he too had been perceived as intimidating and scary.

So yes, you could definitely make her like you.

Just like you had with him.

As you both grew older, you realized that you had been too carefree back then.

Because now that he was a saurian hunter— no, on top of that; now that he bore the name ‘Malipo’ you didn't see him around much.

Nothing changed between the two of you, of course. But the environment itself changed, unfortunately. And that made a huge difference. Because now your time with him was ten times more precious, maybe a hundred, which means that even every millisecond you spent together should be cherished.

Now, today, it was by pure luck that you guys ran into each other while doing commissions today. It was a rare sight, not that you minded, of course. You truly missed him over the past few days.

Although it was work, you were minding your business, and you knew Kinich was also doing the same. Fitting. The one who wasn’t minding their own business was Ajaw, apparently. Very fitting, indeed.

“Ugh, how long is this going to take? Might I remind you that I have places to be!”

Well, here we go again.

“Oh yeah, what places?”

Kinich's tone made you crack a smile, it was endearing seeing him like this. Since you two never bickered, their odd dynamic always was full of surprises.

While Ajaw was talking about his fans and Kinich reminding him that they are nonexistent, you simply enjoyed the moment.

And it was good while it lasted, you must say— until a hidden domain you stumbled upon ruined the moment.

The wind wasn’t like the warm breeze at the top of the mountains during the sunset; it was cold.

Natlan was never cold. Never.

As soon as Kinich noticed the change of the air, the jacket that had been loosely wrapped around his waist suddenly found its place on your shoulders. His expression was indifferent.

You, on the other hand, were caught off guard. Flinching slightly at the sudden weight, the warmth quickly crept up to your cheeks. To your displeasure, Ajaw noticed this, he mumbled a quiet ‘disgusting’ and vomited some rainbows. (Spoiler: You might want to deal with him once and for all today.)

Kinich wasn’t known for his words; his actions always spoke louder.

It was his silent way of showing he cared, you noted. He really didn’t change, after all. 

While you two walked through the domain, the chilly demeanor of the domain grew even cooler. Well, if you want to look at it from the bright side, the distance between you and the saurian hunter nearly vanished. His arm brushed against yours from time to time. Though both of you were cold, his skin felt warm— weirdly warm.

When you noticed how his nose was a little bit reddish too, you decided to joke about it a bit. He looked cute, you wouldn’t see the famous Malipo like this often. Why waste the chance to play around a little?

Well, the universe had different plans, just as you were going to comment about it; you slipped. Slipped? Yeah, dragging Kinich into the fall too. You were playing around, alright. 

His hand was at the back of your head, protecting it from the harsh impact it could have gotten. And on top of that— no, let’s rephrase this. On top of you, there was Kinich. 

Wow. Way to go.

Embarrassed, you were so ready to apologize but the sudden coldness you felt on your cheek made you stop. 

The saurian hunter’s shoulders stiffened, his hair, one that is highlighted with orange and green, was now painted white. 

It was snowing.

It was snowing, each snowflake delicate and fleeting— just like the moments you two had and still continued to have.

It felt like the time had stopped— in such a way that the snow froze it, just for the two of you. Just as if giving you the chance to treasure it.

His eyes, which looked like the sunrise in the forest, were locked on you. His breath was caught up on his throat, it seemed (since the usual puff of mist didn’t escape from him). And it did make you more nervous.

Your back was getting cold despite his jacket, and also a little bit wet too. Now you realize what you two were walking on was a frozen lake. Can’t blame you for falling, really.

The whole domain was cold as ice, the pounding on your chest made it impossible to feel it. 

It was warm. Being near Kinich was warm. The memories you two shared were warm. His gaze was warm. He was warm, and he was also making you feel warm.

The feelings you harbored for Kinich, were warm. 

It seems like it wasn’t a silly book nor a silly quote after all.

And when his eyes dropped to your lips for a millisecond(one that should be cherished), a sneeze interrupted you two from a distance.

“Achoo.”

Oh, Ajaw. 

☆ another work that might get rewritten </3 i swear it sounded better in my head JDHJWJEKFFLES anyway ! ( + not proofread, feel free to correct any mistakes if there is any <: )

☆ i started writing this when it started snowing in the city I live in, it's been 3 years since it last snowed here (there was an albedo event back then, too... guys albedo brainrot is so real that i might drop the draft i've been working on for the past week HDFJWHKFWL), and now the snow has melted haha. great timing to finish the work i guess (,:

☆ i also forgot citlali existed at first ): literally wrote 300 words about "the poeple of the nation of war doesn't have a place for love" theory...

☆ nevermind that, hope you enjoyed it !

Kinich without his headband (inspired by/referenced @/cyprirpyc on twitter)

(NOT SO) PERFECT MATCH

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟏: 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐧 (written)

The bell rang. You barely waited for the sound to fade before shoving your notebook into your bag and bolting out of the biology classroom—away from him.

You exhaled as you stepped into the hallway, the noise of slamming lockers and half-shouted conversations filling the air. Next period: math. At least Ajax would be there, which meant it wouldn’t be completely miserable. Plus, it was your best class, and you were the top scorer. No way anything could go wrong.

You spotted Ajax slouched in his usual seat, tapping a pencil against his desk. Sliding into the chair next to him, you barely took a breath before launching into your rant.

“…and I swear to God, if he gives me another of his fuck ass smirks, I might actually—”

Ajax wasn’t listening. His eyes flicked past you toward the door, and sat upright almost immediately, waving his hand in front of you to shut you up.

“IS THAT HIM?” He whisper-yelled

You froze. Eyes twitching. Knuckles whitening. Teeth grinding. No way.

Not daring to turn your head, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself.

Maybe he got the wrong person? Right?

Wrong.

You turned your head, and to your surprise (not really) —there he was. Kinich.

He walked into the room like he had all the time in the world, eyes scanning the desks with zero urgency, zero interest. His face was unreadable, like he couldn’t be bothered to care about anything, let alone where he was about to sit.

Your stomach dropped. The only open seat was right next to you.

Of course it was. Could this day get any worse?

You barely had time to process before the teacher clapped her hands together. “Alright, class, we have a new student today. Kinich.” She turned to him, smiling. “Since this is a difficult subject, you can ask Y/N for help.” She pointed to your direction, “I’m sure she’d be happy to assist you.”

Before you could even think of responding, Kinich beat you to it.

“No, I’ll be fine,” he said, sliding into the seat beside you without sparing a glance in your direction. “I don’t need any help.”

The teacher blinked at him, clearly not expecting that response. She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really now? And why’s that?”

Kinich barely hesitated. “I already covered this topic at my last school.” His voice was casual, almost bored, like he’d been through this conversation a hundred times before.

The teacher hummed, tapping a marker against her palm. “Alright, then. Show us what you’ve got.”

She turned to the board and quickly scribbled down an equation—something just tricky enough to prove whether he actually knew his stuff. The moment she stepped aside, your fingers twitched.

You weren’t about to sit there and watch.

Grabbing your pencil, you copied the problem down onto your notebook. If he was going to act like he was so above needing help, fine. Let’s see if he could actually back it up.

The second he picked up his pen, you started too.

Your brain kicked into overdrive, numbers and variables falling into place as you worked through the equation. Each step came naturally, your pencil flying across the paper.

Just a little more, and—

“Done.”

A millisecond ahead of you.

Your eye twitched. Oh, you were so ready to snap another one of your pencils in half.

He leaned back slightly, spinning his pen between his fingers like it had been easy. The teacher glanced between you both before checking his answer. A pause. Then, she nodded approvingly.

“Well, Kinich, I have to admit—I’m impressed.”

Ajax let out a low whistle beside you. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s crazy.”

You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to relax. It was one problem. One second.

But still.

You snuck a glance at Kinich, expecting some smug look, some kind of told-you-so expression.

Nothing. Just the same unreadable, detached expression he always had.

Which somehow made it worse.

Fine.

If he wanted to play this game, you’d make sure he lost next time.

<- | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ->

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄.

Academic rivals to lovers, oblivious idiots in love, fluff, crack, modern au, social media au, Highschool au

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

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Did the sun catch his eyes… or has it been there all along?

Kinich eyeball Kinich eyeball!!!!

I wanted to do some sort of experimental warm up thing before starting on commissions for the day :))

equally yours • kinich x gn!reader

With Kinich, everyone gets what they deserve. You can either name your price or accept what Kinich offers in return, and no matter which option you choose, you won't be shortchanged—ever. That’s just how he is.

However, you are an exception. No matter which choice you make, you always end up being shortchanged—at least that’s what he believes.

This annoys him. He tries to make things equal while you insist on giving him more. Sometimes, it makes him wonder if you have ulterior motives. Yet, deep down, he knows that being nice is simply in your nature, just as he has his own tendencies.

But it really, really annoys him.

He dislikes being indebted to others, and he doesn’t like when others owe him either. He might be able to tolerate the latter, but the first thought truly bothers him to the point that he finds himself lying in bed, thinking about how to repay you in the middle of the night as he stares at the ceiling while Ajaw murmurs about how he is going to rule the world when he takes over Kinich's body.

And that -the first thought- always seems to be the case with you.

So when he spotted you sleeping in one of the trees near the Children of Echoes with your saurian companion, as some Saurian hunters approached you two, he acted without thinking—which was out of character for him—and dealt with them in an instant.

Looking back at you, who was still asleep while cuddling with the said companion, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

It seemed like you two were equal now.

That was good. You weren't aware of it so you weren't going to do something about it too. Perfect.

From that day on, Kinich never accepted jobs from you, fearing that if he did, you’d do something so in character of you that would leave him empty-handed again.

Now it was your turn to feel annoyed.

Whenever you caught a glimpse of Kinich, he vanished at the moment you blinked. Everytime!

He still interacted with Mualani, Kachina, Chasca—anyone, really!—except you, of course.

You thought Kinich and you were getting along just fine. Since he was always taking jobs from you and you were helping him out every time he did that too. He was desperate to repay the kindness, that was the reason behind the upcoming requests of taking jobs from you. But you didn't know that.

This new approach(could it even be called approach if he didn't approach at all?) made you feel lonely. And he didn’t know that, too.

Kinich felt restless. No matter how much he tried to avoid you, his mind wouldn’t cooperate. He found himself thinking about you more—it was not just at midnight anymore. It reached the point where he would lock his gaze to somewhere far away while his customer talked, trying to rid himself of thoughts of you by repeating, “We are equal now, equal. Equal. Equal.”

He even almost called Mualani by your name. Whenever that memory came to his mind, his ears burned bright red.

He missed your voice.

Wait, what?

Who said that???

Kinich felt himself blush furiously. The worst part? He was in the middle of a conversation with Mauvika, the literal Pyro Archon. He excused himself, and Mauvika gladly let him go.

But Ajaw wasn’t having it.

“Do you have a fever? Please die in silence so I, the great Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw, can—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence due to Kinich putting him in timeout.

He didn’t even know how that happened, but when he came to his senses, he realized he was standing in front of your house.

At that point, he didn't mind owing you; in fact, he felt like he was already indebted to you (especially considering he still felt shortchanged even after the previous encounter, he thought you deserved so much more).

He just wanted to see you.

And maybe, you also wanted to see him too. Given how tight you hugged him when you two finally made up.

He was empty-handed. It felt weird, he doesn't remember coming here like this in what felt like forever.

But now thinking about it, he didn't feel empty-handed at all. Especially when his fingers brushed against yours, intertwining them with such care, he thought he could get used to this.

Through the embrace of you, he felt his eyes soften when he realized there was no such thing as being indebted between the two of you. Whatever you had was his, just as whatever he had was yours.

Because he belonged to you, just as you belonged to him.

Equally.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ notes! ☆ not proofread; it was just a thought that came to my mind while I was trying to sleep, and now it's 3 am lol ☆ i might rewrite this, who knows

GET HIM BACK : 06. indebted

the thick stench of alcohol and weed lingered in the air as you downed your sixth shot of pink whitney. originally, you hadn’t planned on drinking much tonight, but after the texts you’ve been receiving from ajax, you thought it necessary to get yourself wasted off your ass. 

two shots turned to three, and three turned to three more. at this point, you were considering grabbing the bottle of titos nearby and wiping it clean of its contents. 

anything to quell the sting inside you. first, the texts, and now, mualani failing to tell you about her situationship with kinich. 

hardest bargain.

fluff. gn!reader × kinich. wc 489

summary. flower picking !

generally speaking, kinich is not the type to do things he deems meaningless and fruitless; unconditional, non-transactional. although, it is a different story when it is you, who proposes an activity.

when the first february day in the everlasting land of palmy days broke out with the brightest sun, you did not hesitate to seek kinich out to ask him to make flower crowns with you. one for him and one for you to match.

as it was said, kinich would not consider flower picking nor weaving of value; it seems way too idle and dull for his own worth. but not when it comes to you. he grumbled a bit, nevertheless, he persisted by your side all the same.

or rather, right up there, lying on the huge white chestnut oak tree's branch—while you were by its roots—in his usual manner. sometimes he closed his eyes, even so, kinich kept on listening to your ramblings the entire time.

“hey, kin, what flowers do you like?”

“kinich, do you think this one is pretty?”

“say, kinich, what is your favorite color?”

“kinich! look at this one!”

later on, he slowly positioned himself from lying to sitting. you can not expect him to go stiff from being in one position continuously, can you? it has been minutes to hours after all. he only stayed because it was you down there, collecting flowers you thought were the most beautiful ones.

after a while, he swinged branch after branch down. in complete silence.

and then, as you turn to your right, kinich is holding a palm extended to you. you giggle, loking at a lone feeble flower he just plucked out without any stem left to it. he does not understand your reason to laugh at all. cute.

“no, silly! you have to pick the flowers like that.” you squat down again and delicately show the correct way. “we need the stems to make the flower crowns. but it is okay, we can figure out the place for your little blossom too.” you smile.

“why? it is just a random plant i picked out, yours are better.” he looks at you confused.

you do not take any time to think before answering, “this flower is special because you gave it to me.”

if you did not know any or, well, kinich, better, you would expect a blush dyeing his cheeks. instead, he puts that same puny flower in his pocket.

“then, if you say so, i will keep this one until you find me a special flower for exchange too,” he says in a soft, muted voice.

ah, even now, he finds a way to carry out a perfect deal between two people once again. still, kinich knows, the feelings he holds for you require much more of his time and effort to give for you to accept it wholly.

it is by far his hardest and most priceless bargain.

SHOPEE DELIVERY!

c. kinich, alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche, thoma, ororon, kazuha, cyno, tighnari, childe

t. use of fem pronouns (maam/ma’am), crack, fluff, smau, cursing, written in tagalog, vague kys joke

thinking of doing a pt2 these were so funny to make😭

KINICH x reader headcanons

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Kinich headcanons

Kinich who always gives you a long, unimpressed stare whenever you suggest doing something even slightly reckless, but ends up tagging along anyway because “someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.”

Kinich who quietly sets up your tent or fixes your gear during errands without being asked, but grumbles about how “you’re hopeless without me.”

Kinich who doesn't admit he cares about you but subtly shields you from danger during fights, muttering, “Stay behind me."

Kinich who shares his food with you during long walks but will say something like, “Don’t look so happy. I just can’t eat while you’re making that sad face.”

Kinich who listens quietly when you ramble about your problems

Kinich who glares at anyone who looks at you funny when you go to the market, arms crossed, looking like he’s about to start a fight if they breathe wrong.

Kinich who rolls his eyes at your jokes but you can catch him with the faintest smile.

Kinich who tries to keep K'uhul Ajaw from interfering in your conversations, only for Ajaw to interrupt with, “You dare ignore the Almighty Dragonlord? Insolence!”

MUCH LOVE, YOUR GUARDIANS ! In which they go from bodyguards to companions who you would crawl back home to, as they go through the thick of thins of what it’s like to love you intentionally and ardently.

IN THE YAOQING, WHEN YOU THINK OF HAVING LUNCH you think of a small table crammed with four people, the strong scent of spices pricking your nose—making it all runny, the ruddy-cheeked Feixiao slurring between liquor lips, her vice arm wrapping unapologetically around the reluctant and defeated healer and your secret alliance with the shadow guard as he sneakily takes the button mushrooms in your bowl when Jiaoqiu is not looking, too busy being the General’s victim to her drunken affairs.