Yangvik Week

Kavik sat in the darkest corner of the bar he could find, nursing his grievances as he tried to resist the temptation to order a stronger drink than the almost tasteless wine. He needed to keep his wits about him, in case some local thug would happen to stroll in and start looking for wanted faces.

Besides, he couldn’t really afford to spend any more money. By the looks of things, his pockets were going to be very empty for the forceable future.

Of course, there was also a very real chance he wouldn’t have a future, once they found him.

One kid. One dirty, scruffy little kid in a cage, had been enough reason for him to turn on Kuoyu, and kill one of the crime lord’s top enforcers as he helped the kid escape.

Now he had no cargo, no first mate to help crew his ship (should have never hired that coward Huang Shalung in the first place), a helpless orphan hidden in the secret smuggling hold of his ship, and a very angry criminal going to fill the streets with bounty hunters any minute.

He just hoped the bounty would be for his dead body. The only reason Kuoyu would want him alive would be to-

“A pai sho player I see,” a stranger suddenly pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat down, “Just the kind of man I’ve been looking for!”

Kavik had to ball his fists, to stop himself from reaching for the weapon hidden on his thigh. The anxiety had made him sloppy, otherwise he should have recognized the tall, willowy woman as she approached.

Though it was amazing how different she looked, without those prim and proper robes.

“This is a table for one,” he said tersely but quietly, as he scanned the room to make sure no one was watching them. “And I’m not exactly in the mood for games tonight!”

Lady Yangchen scooted her chair forward; her eyes almost twinkling in the soft blue light, as she smiled at him under her conical straw hat. “Come my friend, don’t you know it’s bad luck to turn down another player.” Skimming through her tiles, the young woman selected one and placed it on the board, opening the game.

“My luck couldn’t get worse,” Kavik left his own tiles untouched. “And a professional goodygoody like you might not want to be caught sitting at the table with me right now. I’m not exactly Mr. Popular around here.”

“Yes, I had heard something about that,” Yangchen placed another tile on the board, as if he had taken a turn. “Some unprincipled scoundrel suddenly grew a conscious, and yanked Kuoyu’s tail to help someone else. That was as stupid as it was valiant” She sounded genuinely impressed.

“That’s very nice of you to say,” the young smuggler deadpanned. “But the criminal thugs of this city aren’t gonna agree, and I don’t think the local authorities can help.”

“The authorities are most certainly NOT going to help,” The girl sat up a little straighter, smoothing out her skirt. He wondered if she was uncomfortable, outside of her normal robes. “Kuoyu has them in his pocket. I have it from a reliable source that your wanted poster is about to be handed out at the police station.”

If it weren’t for the lady-monk sitting across from him, Kavik would not have stopped the vile obscenity that almost came out of his mouth. “I heard rumors that old slug had bought off the cops.”

“That old slug is much slyer with investing his money,” she replied. “Instead of renting a few cops at a time he went straight to the top and bought the city magister.”

That did it. Kavik had been in this scummy place because he couldn’t launch his ship without at least one other person to help. Well, it looked like that kid he saved was going to have to learn quick, because he was out of time to find someone to hire.

“Okay, thanks for the warning,” Kavik said sarcastically, and started to rise. “Unless you’re here to help, I’ve got a ship to-“

“As it happens,” she raised a hand to stop him leaving. “I am in the business of helping people in need. It’s an occupational commitment.”

The young smuggler froze halfway out of his chair. He was quiet for a long moment, as he studied her round, annoyingly pretty face. In the soft blue light of the table between them, her guarded expression gave nothing away. But there was something open in her eyes, something that actually looked like sincerity.

With a sigh, Kavik sat back down. He didn’t trust this do-gooder on principle, or anyone else in her order, but a drowning man will climb aboard any ship. “I’m listening?”

“It’s a mutually beneficial arrangem-“ The girl stopped talking, eyes widening, as if hearing a sudden alarm bell no one else could; and she whipped around in her chair to look at the doorway.

Specifically, at the seven-foot-tall lizard-man who had just walked through it.

Kavik cursed, and let a hand drop down to the blaster pistol hidden on his hip. He recognized the mottled green trandoshan, one of Kuoyu the Hutt’s enforcers. The whole cantina had gone silent, all eyes watching him flick his long tongue, tasting the scents on the air. Two large humans stepped into the room behind him; men who looked exactly like criminal enforcers, except for the fact that they wore the mudbrown uniforms of the local police.

Thugs and cops looking for someone! Kavik and Yangchen both huddled down in their seats, suddenly very engrossed in the holographic pai sho table.

“We need to go,” Yangchen whispered quietly.

“There’s a back door, hidden in the wall,” Kavik had delivered some tax-free liquor to this establishment before. “There’ll probably be more in the alley.”

“Accountant,” the burly lizard stalked up to there table, a nasty looking blaster carbine cradled in his elbow. “You have an appointment with Lord Kuoyu to keep.”

A smart remark was almost out of Kavik’s mouth, but Yangchen beat him to it. “I’m afraid the good captain has found new employment.” She spoke pleasantly to the menacing enforcer, her posture deceptively relaxed; except for one hand, that she slowly waved at his face, two fingers raised. “And you didn’t see him here anyway!”

The trandoshan opened his mouth, but hesitated, like something was clouding his mind. But his gaze fell on Kavik again, and he seemed to gather himself. “He-he IS here!” His blaster suddenly swiveled to cover the girl. “Don’t stick your hand in the nexu’s mouth longhair!”

“Please,” she waved that hand again. “I just want to avoid an altercation. No one should get hu-“

“SHUT UP!” the reptile was tense; his senses telling him this willowy human girl was a threat, even if his logical mind couldn’t explain why. “One more word out of you, and these lawmen here are going to be filing a missing persons report that will never be solved.”

Kavik had his hand firmly on his blaster. He was itching to draw it, but one of the officers had own blaster out and was covering him. But he had a feeling that he was about to get an opportunity.

“You shouldn’t allow your mind to be clouded by anger,” Yangchen ignored the threats, with a voice that was as sweet as it was condescending. “It’s like trying to find your way in the dark.”

She waved a hand again; and on the far side of the room, the light switch flicked itself off.

The total darkness hadn’t even lasted a second, before Kavik had his blaster drawn and got off a shot at the cop next to him. Since they were in a crowded cantina, he had the decency to set for stun.

For one instant blinding ring of blue light silhouetted a man falling to the ground, and all hell broke loose. The pitch-black room was suddenly flooded with noise, as a crowd of beings of every size and description broke into a panic. Wincing at the sound of shattering glass and breaking furniture, the bartender groped his way clumsily along the wall, until he found the light switch.

Beings were still scrambling over each other to try and get to the door; but he was able to make out the fight in the increasingly empty back corner. To the bartender’s surprise, it was only the aftermath of the fight. The other human officer had joined his partner on the floor, and the muscular trandoshan was laid out on top of both of them. The young human women, who had apparently beaten them all senseless in the time it took to turn the light back on, looked unconcerned by either the panicked evacuation of the cantina, or her brush with death.

Yangchen primly readjusted the cone shaped straw hat she wore. The action would draw the attention of any remaining witnesses to the distinctive headwear, which they would mention in their statements to the authorities. She would ditch it as soon as she could, probably her outer robe too. “How close is your shi-“ her senses were alerting her even as the words were leaving her mouth, and she turned to find no one standing behind her. Well, she gave a sigh of the long suffering. A runner is what I need.

By the time the trandoshan’s body was hitting the floor, Kavik was already barreling out of the cantinas back door. Two aliens stood under an awning in the back alley, and they looked up in surprise from the deathsticks they were puffing. He’d expected to find someone covering the back door, but didn’t know for sure that they were Kuoyu’s goons; so he still had his blaster on stun when he put a laser bolt through each of them. Spinning on his heel, he took off down the alley. He needed to put a few blocks behind him, then he could slow down. A prolonged mad dash would draw too much attention, even in the back alleys.

He felt a little guilty about leaving the girl to face the Hutt’s goons alone; but a jedi could probably take care of herself.

All but leaping over a pile of suspiciously twitching refuse; Kavik was nearly knocked off his feet when something metallic flew past his head with a loud, electric whine. Staggering for balance, he saw the thing again out of the corner of his eye, and spun to backhand the small flying droid away. Ignoring the things crazy chirping, and the flair of pain from his hand, he turned down another alley when he felt a sudden tug behind him. At first he thought the droid had grabbed his shirt, but then his pounding feet suddenly stopped hitting the ground. In his panic he still tried running for a few beats, his legs peddling wildly as he hung suspended in midair.

The invisible hand that held him turned, and he was faced back the way he had come. The young woman was striding toward him, one hand raised as she gently lowered him back to the ground. Kavik managed not to fall over as he was set back on his feet. He still had the baster in one hand, but he didn’t even think about drawing it.  The jedi hadn’t drawn her lightsaber in the cantina, too conspicuous, but he didn’t care to find out if she’d risk it in the alley.

With an electric chirp, a small droid appeared overhead, and Kavik glared murder at it as it landed on her shoulder. He’d never seen the model before, but it appeared to be some kind of probe droid. Its small head was dominated by one large photo-cam, and flanked by a pair of audio-receptors. The earlike sensors, as well as its stubby legs and the repulsor wings attached to its arms, gave it the appearance of a batlike avian. Yangchen smiled fondly at the ugly little thing, reaching a hand up to pat it’s flat headplate. “Good job Pikpak.”

“Is this an arrest?” Kavik tried to keep his tone casual, even as his feet were itching to run. “I swear, I paid for that drink before I left.”

“If you aren’t careful, it might have been your last,” she took a step towards him. “Is your ship in the public docking bays?”

“It’s in a private bay, owned by a friend of mine.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Do you trust this friend not to turn you in?”

“No, not really.”

“Then we’d better move fast,” even though the darkening sky promised rain, the jedi removed her straw hat, as well as her gray traveler’s robe. “If I can get you to your ship, can you make it past the local patrols?”

“Of course,” in spite of his suspicions, Kavik slid his blaster back into its holster, as a gesture of goodwill. “But I missed the part where we agreed to that?”

“I mentioned a mutually beneficial arrangement,” Yangchen pressed casually, as if they were talking about commuting to work. “It just so happens I need immediate passage off world, and you need someone watching your back to even make it across town.”

“Subterrel is a New Republic world,” Kavik pressed. “Why would a jedi need help getting out?”

“Because it is New Republic in name only,” she admitted. “The Hutts are the real power here; you know that better than me. I need to report my findings on Magister Traxen’s corruption, directly to the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin 4.”

The smuggler’s jaw dropped. “Yavin is on the clear other side of the galaxy!”

“Then we’d better hurry,” suddenly it was the jedi who seemed impatient; she grabbed his arm, and began walking down the alley. “I assume you have the young togorian you rescued on your ship? Good, we’ll need to take off immed-“

“Twenty thousand.”

That brought the jedi to a stop. “What!?”

“I want twenty thousand,” Kavik insisted, hands on hips and feet firmly planted. “Paid immediately upon arrival.”

The little droid chittered angrily; almost hopping on her shoulder. The jedi gave him a look that could have made a reek flinch. “Most beings would agree their life is worth a one-way trip.”

“Most beings are idiots,” Kavik met her gaze directly. “Subterrel isn’t just controlled by the Hutt’s, every system around it is too. Plus a lot of the Outer Rim between here and Yavin. And it’s not as if any bounty hunters they send will respect astrographic borders.”

He took a step toward her. “Besides, everyone and their bantha already knew the Hutts were here. And it’s not like they’re at war with the New Republic. If you jedi are suddenly in a hurry to do something about it, I’d bet every credit I own that you found something else here. Something that has you scared!”

The young woman had gone still, her face as guarded and expressionless as a statue. That alone told him he was right. “And you think the Jedi have pockets deep enough to pay that?”

“Isn’t Master Skywalker the Chief of State’s brother,” Kavik countered. “I think he can scrounge up the cash. I don’t take credit.”

“I don’t know,” Yangchen tucked her hands into her sleeves, and turned her head thoughtfully. “Something tells me I could find a pilot for a much cheaper price.”

“Maybe; but not one you could trust to never turn you over to the Hutts if things go sideways. Besides, you don’t need a pilot.” A smirk broke across Kavik’s face; the biggest, most infuriating smirk he could manage, the kind that never failed to rile up criminals or cops. “You need a Smuggler!”

The blue panda lily, Yangchen rarely thought of the possibility of the flower, she imagined it as something impossible. A traditionally white and black flower found on the tops of volcanoes in the northern regions of the Earth Kingdom. When she thought of the blue panda lily, she imagined it being a water lily found in one of the numerous deeper ponds on the Ha Mai Islands of the Fire Nation. It would be the colour of the turquoise on the necklace she gifted Kavik with stripes of impossible inky black. In her most indulgent moods, she could imagine spending an afternoon wading in a pond looking for the flower with her skirts rolled up as Kavik called to her on the other end of the pond and Pik and Pak flew ahead. The daydream always saddened her in the end. Kavik thought of the flower often. There were moments in between missions and downtime where he would find a minor obsession with botany. He would scour scrolls upon scrolls of various flower species and their many possibilities. The panda lily itself was already a particular flower, so why wouldn't there be a possibility of a blue one somewhere? Perhaps there were different variants of the specific type of flower? He imagines scouring the mountains back in Long Stretch with Yangchen on her glider as they try to find a bluer variant of the Sheber fawn lily with spots of black. Or flying on Kaatru with the Avatar during the moderate summer of the South West regions of the Earth Kingdom to find a long-stemmed and multi-flowered panda ubani flower. Or finally, going to the Eastern Air Temple and searching along the southern forests to find tufted blue lilies with black stamens and buds. It's more likely that his madness-induced searches in the great libraries Yangchen brings him along to will lead to nothing, but years pass and he still thinks of the resigned sadness in the Avatar's shoulders when she is banished from the Northern Air Temple. He will do all he can, even if she has given up.

“Do you want to get married?”

Kavik heard the collective heads turn at the sound of Yangchen’s question. There were a total of six people in the vicinity: Yangchen, Dawa, Qingjin — this trip of theirs had been his first proper meeting with her as well — himself, and the husband and wife.

Seven, if he counted Dawa’s bison. He looked over at Jampo, who’d been happily munching on hay — yep, he stopped and turned to look as well.

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@yangvikweek

For @yangvikweek prompt was Cuddling

Prompt was Cuddling, and I needed to write some middle age fucks. I'm 40 y'all and I do like my Old People Nonsense. Be forewarned, I will in fact write the old assholes having unhinged sex you cannot stop me. Also once again first hand experience on a lot of shit

a life like this

@yangvikweek prompts: fake dating, wedding, cuddling pairings: yangchen x kavik (avatar: the last airbender, chronicles of the avatar) rating: T (teen & up) word count: 2.5k TW(s): sensuality, non-sexual intimacy taglist: post-canon, oneshot, fake wedding, fake dating, fake marriage, marriage of convenience, literal sleeping together, honeymoon, non-sexual intimacy, only one bed, eloping, cuddling & snuggling, pining, sensuality, no smut, yangvikweek2026 (click link below for full taglist) summary:

“Alright,” he murmured, “you know the drill. Where are we?” The practice Yangchen had kept from her youth—remembering exactly what she’d done the day before, connecting it to her present moment, staying rooted in her own life. “Panxing.” “Where exactly?” “The Grotto hotel.” “And we walked here from…?” “The Kuwon shrine.” “What did we do there?” Yangchen beamed. She pressed her entire face into the side of Kavik’s neck, feeling like she was trying to hide a sunburst from him. “We got married.” Kavik and Yangchen wake up together—the morning after the fake wedding of the century.

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Day 7: fake dating

Quick little drawing of them 'pretending' to be a couple🤫

Day 1 / art / Dance

Day 2 / art / Jealousy

Day 3 / mini-comic / Drunk Confessions

Day 4 / missing

Day 5 / missing

Day 6 / mini-comic / The Spirit World

Day 7 / art / Cuddling

Dear Kavik,

We need to speak with you on a familial matter the next time you are in Bin-Er.

Your father and I understand you have many duties to attend to for Avatar Yangchen and that you are very busy, but we would like to discuss this in person with you for it is an urgent matter.

With love,

Your parents.

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“You don’t have to come with me,” Kavik said to the Yangchen as they sat in the back of a sled heading to the Northern Water Tribes Long Stretch region. Yangchen had insisted on tagging along with Kavik to go visit his parents after receiving their letter proclaiming they had an “urgent” matter.

“I thought I’d be nice to visit the people who showed great hospitality toward me at a moment's notice,” Yangchen shrugged her shoulders as she glanced out to the scenery passing beside them. After a second she lowered her head and leaned in to Kavik and whispered, “think about it, what could be so urgent that your parents ask you to step away from working with the Avatar?”

Kavik's eyes widened as it clicked in his brain what Yangchen was saying. “Kalyaan.”

Yangchen hummed and nodded. She straightened back up and walked like a normal pedestrian.

Avatar Yangchen wore a thick parka and gloves to combat the cold climate of the North, along with restyling her hair to cover up her arrows so she could peacefully navigate through towns and ports without attracting the attention of the entire local population and making a scene. Kavik thought she looked ridiculous, the Avatar of all people should be able to walk wherever they wanted without being harassed, or at least be excused when telling people to buzz off. But to each their own.

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The pair reached their destination and paid the Sled Driver before following the path to Kavik’s parents home.

The paths led to a small settlement of igloos, tents, and small ice houses. Kavik’s parents lived closer towards the center of the settlement.

As they reached the doorstep, Yangchen stepped aside and motioned for Kavik to knock on the door.

The door of the house quickly creaked open, with Tapeesa, Kavik's mother, to greet them. 

“Kavik, you’re here! And with a friend.” Tapeesa's voice and face faltered a bit at the sight of Kavik standing with a stranger. Yangchen moved her hair and parka a bit so the woman could see her face.

“Oh! Avatar Yangchen!” Tapeesa cut herself off and lowered her voice, “Avatar, apologies. Please come in.” Kavik rolled his eyes.

“Thank you,” Yangchen smiled as she stepped inside with Kavik.

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Inside, Yangchen and Kavik were met with Ujurak, Kavik’s father, waiting at the table with a pot of searoot porridge were already waiting for them. Kavik glanced at Yangchen, familiar display. Yangchen briefly glared back before reconfiguring the polite smile that had been on her face. Searoot porridge had been the meal Yangchen originally intruded on years ago.

Upon seeing the guest, Ujurak got up to grab another bowl and reorganize the plates, while Kavik and Yangchen took off their parka and took their seats across from each other on the rug.

“It is a pleasure to be hosting you once again, Avatar.” Ujurak bowed slightly once he was seated again. The Avatar was somewhat of a familiar face to them now, having corresponded with them through letters many times and would visit with Kavik whenever they had business in the North.

Kavik tried to keep his eyes to himself, but this meeting was going exactly how he imagined once Yangchen insisted on coming along. Wow, really stealing the show? 

Real mature. Yangchen scowled across the pot before turning to Tapeesa.”Your home is absolutely lovely, I can never get tired of visiting.”

“Thank you, Avatar.” Tapeesa smiled. An awkward silence fell over the group, the married couple in the room looked at each other, nodded, and both turned to look at Yangchen. “Avatar,” Tapeesa continued, “please take no offense, but why have you come to visit?”

“Security risk,” Yangchen motioned to Kavik, “some people will do anything to get to me, get under my skin. That includes attempting to harm the people I care about.” The lie had been carefully curated on the way to Long Stretch between Yangchen and Kavik. Not that Yangchen didn’t care for Kavik, he was one of her closest friends, she’d be nuts not to care about him.

Tapeesa hummed and nodded along.

“I don’t mean to intrude if this is a private matter.”

“It’s fine,” Kavik bumped into the conversation, “anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Yangchen.”

“We understand that, Kavik,” Ujurak turned his attention toward his son, “but this is a matter concerning our family. We shouldn’t bother outsides, especially the Avatar, with these matters.”

“We’re doing a lot of talk on ‘these matters’ but nobody's actually telling us what these matters are.”

Ujurak signed. He shifted his weight so his body was facing and more open to Kavik. “Well son, you’re mother and I aren’t getting any younger, your brother is gone-” Yangchen and Kavik shared a quick glance. This meeting wasn’t about Kalyaan at all, so now they really looked stupid. “-so that makes you our only child to talk to about this. Me and your mother want to see you have a family of your own before we grow old, we want grandchildren and for you to have people when our time inevitably comes.”

Should we tell them? Yangchen and Kavik glanced at each other. His parents were unaware that Kalyaan did already have a son with Chaisee, but that was something Kalyaan had hidden away on his own accord. Nope. 

Well they weren’t expecting that at all. Kavik’s parents aren’t that old, closer to their fifties, but Kavik knew this conversation was coming sooner or later.

“We have arrangements for you to meet a girl,” Tapeesa said as she reached out to grab Kavik’s hand, “she’s from a settlement further west, but her family is close friends of ours. Her name is Kuna, beautiful girl.”

Kavik wasn’t paying attention to his mother and fathers tangent. Instead, Yangchen and Kavik were having a silent conversation across the table.

Kavik couldn’t travel with Yangchen if he got married, he’d be too busy at home. But at the same time he couldn’t disappoint his parents, it would crush them to find out their remaining son may be alone after their oldest had already abandoned them.

Yangchen understood that Kavik had a familial duty, but she doesn’t want to lose his company either. Yes she had her crew, but Kavik was the only one consistently by her side, in fights, meetings, dinners, whenever they set up camp the remained close- Yangchen had an idea. Kavik caught the glint in her eye and nodded in agreement.

“Mom, dad, I completely understand your concerns.” Kavik started. “I know you two are just trying to look out for me.

“But you shouldn’t worry too much, I have a girlfriend- kinda-” Yangchen nodded for Kavik to keep going, taking a sip from a cup of tea on the dinner table to conceal her urge to smile at the ruse.

Tapeesa and Ujurak were shocked at the news. They looked at each other, then at Kavik, then back at each other before breaking out into big smiles.

Ujurak reached over and clapped his son on the shoulder. “Why haven’t you told us? Are you going to tell us her name now? How do you manage to keep a girlfriend when you’re in a new place every month?”

“It’s private. We haven’t announced the relationship to anyone yet. Besides, I basically see her everyday.”

“Just tell us her name,” Tapeesa spoke up, “any detail and we’ll leave you alone.” Both of Kavik’s parents had completely forgotten about the guest currently sipping tea at their table. Their bearing had been quickly and easily replaced by the excitement of their son meeting someone special.

“It’s a security risk,” Yangchen set the teacup down, “there will always be bad people out there who will try to harm me or the people I care about. By keeping our life private, it keeps Kavik’s life out of risk.” Yangchen and Kavik were constantly putting their lives at risk to spy on people, but Tapeesa and Ujurak didn’t need to know that.

The silence returned. “Oh,” Tapeesa lowered her head for a second, shooting back up a moment later, “oh. You two?”

Yangchen and Kavik nodded. Both resisting the urge to laugh at the situation.

‘Well,” Ujurak tensed back up and set his hands back in his lap, “that would explain the secrecy.”

“I didn’t want to hide anything from you two,” Kavik smiled politely as he spoke, trying to make it seem like he was breaking the news gently. He didn’t feel any less terrible for lying to his parents, some truths just had to be altered. And the pair did spend an abundant amount of time together.

“We ask that you don’t tell anyone about our relationship,” Yangchen’s hands landed on Ujurak and Tappesa’s, “the less people that know, the less danger you will all be in.”

The married couple nodded in agreement. “We understand.”

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As the night came to a close, Tapeesa and Ujurak insisted the pair should stay the night.

“We would love to, but sadly we have so much work to attend to,” Yangchen said as she gathered up her parka with Kavik. “With the shangs and me with the spirits. Thank you again for hosting us in your lovely home.”

Ujurak took a glance outside through the door. “You two should really stay here for the night. The sleds to Agna Qel’a stop running after dark.”

Yangchen grimaced after realizing they’d been at the house longer than anticipated. “If it isn’t too much trouble, staying the night would be better than sleeping in a tent outside the sledding station.”

Ujurak and Tapeesa were more than happy to accommodate the “couple.” They set out extra bedrolls for them on the other side of the igloo.

Getting ready for bed was its own ritual as the parents tried to make accommodations for the couple despite being told numerous times that they were fine.

“The looks of their faces were pretty funny,” Kavik whispered to Yangchen as they finally laid down to sleep. Their bedrolls had been laid out an arms distance from each other, making quiet communication easier while maintaining personnel space and the ruse.

“They nearly mettled into the floor.” Yangchen held back her laugh. She didn’t want to wake up the hosts who finally had settled down for the first time since Yangchen met them. 

The day hadn’t at all gone how they’d plan. They had partially expected for Kalyaan to flee here and for a confrontation to unfold. But all that happened was another successful scheme to cover up the duo's track.

“You make a good partner,” Yangchen whispered casually as she slipped down on her mat.

“You’re not too bad either.” Kavik shrugged. He reached over and took Yangchen’s hand, kissing her knuckles. “Goodnight, dear.”

“You’re insufferable, dearest.” Yangchen rolled her eyes before laying down with her back to Kavik. She was trying not to laugh and looking at his stupid face was not helping.

Kavik laid down with his back to Yangchen to also prevent himself from bursting out laughing, and to hide how red his face was from embarrassment.

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Yangvik Week 2026

Day 7 - Cuddling

D-7 | "Wedding" for @yangvikweek

Temptation

thank you again @amarara for creating this amazing artwork!! I'm so happy with how it came out <3333

Day 1 / art / Dance

Day 2 / art / Jealousy

Day 3 / mini-comic / Drunk Confessions

Day 4 / missing

Day 5 / missing

Day 6 / mini-comic / The Spirit World

Day 7 / art / Cuddling