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KENBIG: SHIP
1 . What made you ship them?
It was something in particular about how in the BTS character story Perth said Ken always calls Big "P'Big" wheras Ken is always "Ai'Ken" to Big that really. OOF. Also the way they come as a little duo 90% of the time (do not separate them)
Also just look at them theyre so pretty
2 . What are your favourite things about the ship
The unevenness of it all. Ken being the more outspoken and physical and confidant one but Big being his senior and superior (a dynamic that sticks even when Ken becomes Kinn's head bodyguard)
Big still being in love with Kinn. Ken's name being just similar enough if its whispered between the sheets. I just. God. THEY. It's the fact they're best friends, they're kind-of eachothers only real friends but even by the first time we ever see them Ken has been betraying the main family for a long time already and Big would never forgive him if he knew. It's Ken resenting Kinn because he knows Big is in love with him. That's not why he's the mole, thats not the whole reason. But it was the seed of resentment that gave Vegas the "in".
Oh and it's Nodt saying he's glad Big died before finding out Ken was the mole. FML.
3 . Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship
I think my actually controversial opinion is that it's one of, if not *the* best ship in KinnPorsche. On the fact that it has Pining and unrequited love, and they were roommates, and doomed from the start, and proxyfucking, and friends with benefits, and friends to lovers, and and and and. It's everything. Also Perth and Nodt hot. I rest my case.
KENVEGAS: SHIP
1 . What made you start shipping them?
Listen. Between the ring (matching Tawans, matching Kinns' boys too) and Gun saying "What the fuck were you doing with Vegas?" I knoW it happened. I KNOW.
2. What are your favourite things about the ship
I really enjoy Vegas' use of english to like exclude or lie or create this sense of insular separation between him and others. And I think it would be incredibly interesting to watch Ken get lulled into a sense of security by that. To immediately feel like he was on the inside of an inside joke with Vegas and develop a carefully manufactured closeness in a way he never could with Kinn.
Again I feel like I'm running into a worrying theme of "I just love their deeply fucked up dynamic" but I love the idea of Ken having a bit of a god complex over the fact that he "has" Vegas. As we know with Tawan and Porsche, Vegas is so incredibly good at showing the side of himself that's most endearing to his mark. To Tawan it was the promise of a soft and equal love and devotion, to Porsche it was that he was a plucky underdog "just like him" and to Ken it has to be that Vegas "loves" Ken more than Ken loves him. Of course he does. Ken is better than Big. It's easy for him. Mafia heirs fall at his feet and he's not smug about it he's not, he's not thinking about Big no he isnt! he isn't he isn't he isn't.
3 . Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship
KEN SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A FLASHBACK. Also I think that Ken still being in love with Big while fucking Vegas "because he can" is the stuff dreams are made of.
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@strdstd said : husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their ear from behind {…Blade for Lumine- Likely after they’ve reconciled, but before the ✨purification✨-}
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husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.
In between war preparations and Commissions she took on even outside of it all, Lumine felt utterly exhausted. Sure she was more than happy to do her part, especially with the threat of the Abyss Order ever-looming, but still…ahh, times like this, she was glad at least one thing had gone right. But even then...
Lumine froze, shaking their head to dash the thought, before pressing forward in the dark wood.
Ahh, no. No, she was not about to dwell on his betrayal now. He...he had already begun to enact his restitution. Right! They were...on more tenuous terms now than before, sure, but at least things were better. At least he wasn't her enemy, or anything.
Right. Things could be worse.
Like...the fact that they definitely should have paid heed and brought a proper torch along with them on patrol, rather than relying simply on Diluc's palm-flame trick to light their way. Ugh, but they couldn't manage a larger flame like he could, not with their lack of practice. Not that that had been a worry when Lumine had first set out, they could have sworn it wouldn't have been this dark, cloudy night, or not!
At the rate she was going, she was likely to end up ambushed–
A sharp squeak burst from Lumine as a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her, yanking her back against something firm.
Someone's body, she realized.
The thought sent a surge of panic and indignance as their own tensed to fight–
"Dont. Move."
–only to freeze right in place, heart stuttering in heavier thuds as That Voice registered.
Had it been anybody else, she wouldn't have stopped herself from outright treating the other to a nice, merciless Starfell Sword.
But him...him, he–
"Y...you...!"
The words ( winded from surprise, she'd swear ) died right on her tongue. The abrupt dose and still of the adrenaline from before left her hyper-aware, made all the worse by her dimmer vision, with the flame she'd maintained extinguished.
And, Archons, his embrace.
His firm hold on her never once eased as he seemed to pull her closer, far more secure. Gentler than he had before, though she couldn't tell for the life of her if that had been any better, or in fact worse on her.
Because like this, pressed so closely to him, she could almost feel the very planes of muscle beneath his coat. Could definitely feel every gentle swell of his chest, with each and every breath he took. Breath that would slowly furl across her skin, tickling against her ear as goosebumps spread in its wake. Like this, utterly enveloped by him, it was enough for his scent to linger and flood her senses, as she drew a shaky breath of her own.
The iron tang of blood had never been a pleasant scent, but intermingled with that of spider lilies and a subtler hint of a smokier note, no doubt from the forges...fuck, it may as well be intoxicating. Enough to make her legs feel damn near more like the mint jelly she'd eaten not long ago, even while being held by him. Especially while being held by him.
As though hearing his words all practically crooned right in her ear didn't do that already.
Lumine's mouth opened and closed, once, twice, as a trembling hand moved to grip his forearm. To hold him right in place, in feeling the slightest movement as though he'd begun to pull away. To steady herself and try to pull some semblance of composure, try and regain her voice, and stop making a damn fool of herself in front of him now-
"Wh-why are you–?"
"Cliff," came the rather stiff explanation, a subtle movement of his head as though he'd nodded to it. "Didn't...think you'd need me to watch over you all over again. Be careful."
Their lower lip trembled.
Every new, sterner word whispered low against their ear sent a surge prickling through their nerves, little shivers crawling down their spine even while practically shielded from the night air in his grasp, as they strove to keep still. Keep still, not press back and arch against him in search of that low, rasping voice. In search of him, to satiate their growing want-
Fuck. Not the time. Not the time for that–
A soft hum in acknowledgement might have come out a lot more strained than intended. If he happened to have noticed ( he stilled, fuck, he'd stilled just a moment there, hadn't he– ), well...Lumine might now have second thoughts after heeding his warning and backing away from that cliff now. If only he'd just let go.
Do you really want that though-
"Come on. That Outrider dropped something off for you."
Lumine's lips pursed tight, tensing then releasing a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding as he in turn let them go and pulled away. Their own arms wrapped around themself as they turned at the sound of his retreating footsteps, a feeble imitation compared to what he'd given them.
Ugh, why did he have to do that...!
Her eyes lingered on him, inhaling slowly as her gaze traced over him. Over that built frame, his arms as one would swing with every step he took, the other at a tight grip to the hilt of his sword.
An exhale, then she shook her head, and hastily started after him.
Archons above, you are going to kill me, Yingxing.
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