Turnfire Hunt

kinich x gn!reader (mentions of perfume, which might have a feminine connotation), unestablished relationship, includes a minor component of the harry potter universe (Amortentia), i know it’s a bit atypical since there’s a non-genshin component but give it a chance!!!! (~800 words)

a/n: thank you to the famous and illustrious dracotok for this idea. i never knew stumbling upon that fandom during my doomscroll could be so life changing. hopefully ygs enjoy this very small sort of crossover(?) with our beloved saurian hunter kinich <3

Kinich should have known something was up when Mualani greeted the both of you with an enormous grin (enormous even for someone like Mualani, at least) on her face. He should have known even more that something was up when she slid onto the bench in front of him with a little too much ease, leaning against the table as she fished a tiny, heart-shaped bottle out of her pocket.

“Hey, you two,” she giggles. Kinich glances at you warily, slightly uneasy at Mualani’s tone. Of course, he was much accustomed to the blue-haired girl’s bright and energetic demeanor, but the mischievous glint in her eyes implied that she was up to no good — more than usual, anyway.

“Look,” Mualani whispers elatedly, waving the vial in front of your faces. He squints — its contents appear to be iridescent, sloshing back and forth in a captivating manner. Unfortunately, chemicals or potions or whatever this mixture was wasn’t something Kinich had obtained knowledge on in the one day he’d spent at the tribal learning institute as a child, nor throughout the years he’d spent nurturing himself. So, he’s about to question what new oddity Mualani had managed to get her hands on this time, except a split second later, she drops it. Or, rather, the vial slips from her grasp, the fragile glass shattering on impact as silvery-white liquid oozes out and onto the tabletop. It’s difficult for him to tell whether the action was intentional or not (though, really, he should have known something was up), so he only shakes his head, dismissing the thought entirely.

“Mualani, what—” Kinich sighs. What is the meaning of this? he wants to ask, but the words falter on his tongue as a heady, floral scent fills his lungs. He instantly recognizes it as your perfume, the yellow bottle of brilliant chrysanthemum he’s once seen on your nightstand. The speed at which he recognizes your scent has blood rushing to his cheeks — what, was he some kind of animal sniffing its prey?

Kinich clears his throat, making a mental note not to confess the flood of embarrassing thoughts he was having. Unfortunately, he is rather weak when it comes to you, much to his dismay (or not. Kinich can’t tell if it’s a good thing). So, when you tilt your head at him quizzically, a wide and innocent look in your eyes, he can’t help but confess:

“It smells like you.”

His voice comes out croakier and breathier than he’d like it to, and he curses himself mentally. Archons, he might as well just kick the bucket and let Ajaw take over his body.

“Well, you’re sitting right next to me,” you point out matter-of-factly. Kinich hears Mualani snicker across the table, and he can only hope that you don’t see the embarrassing flush on his cheeks.

“No,” he mutters, a slightly displeased expression on his face. “That’s all I can smell. Your perfume.”

You frown. “I’m not wearing any perfume, Kinich. Actually, I’m confused because I keep smelling you.”

Kinich freezes at your admission — your words affect him way more than he’d like to admit. However, he forces himself to remain composed, turning to glance questioningly at Mualani, who was still attempting to mask her giggles.

“Oh, this?” she grins, a teasing lilt in her tone as she gestures toward the shattered glass bathed in pearlescent liquid. “It’s Amortentia.”

Luckily for the saurian hunter, Mualani doesn’t elaborate, nor do you push her to explain, and Kinich is good at reading people. It’s clear from the expression on Mualani’s face and the tone of her words that she’s not explaining whatever in Teyvat “Amortentia” was because it’s something the two of you needed to figure out in your own time. Just you and him, together.

But even with what you like to call his “mind reading capabilities”, Kinich was restless. He needed to know what that weird potion was and why it oddly smelled like your perfume. After all, it clearly wasn’t (though he’d never admit the fact that he’d memorized your perfume by heart).

So, later that night, Kinich takes a detour from his final commission to the Masters of the Night Wind, where he finds himself flipping through mountains of scrolls in search of the name “Amortentia.” When he finally finds what he’s been looking for, his heart stops in his chest, breath catching in his throat.

“Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them.”

I’ve been practicing a lot since then, so I hope I’ve improved at least a little… 😿

This is a short comic about Lohen, who’s probably been doing all sorts of things behind the scenes for your sake (՞っ ̫ _՞)♡

You’ll probably end up having a few more chances to drink with him after this, and who knows—maybe there’s something mixed into your drink…?

Who knows what kind of “medicine” it is…?

kinich x gn!reader (mentions of perfume, which might have a feminine connotation), unestablished relationship, includes a minor component of the harry potter universe (Amortentia), i know it’s a bit atypical since there’s a non-genshin component but give it a chance!!!! (~800 words)

a/n: thank you to the famous and illustrious dracotok for this idea. i never knew stumbling upon that fandom during my doomscroll could be so life changing. hopefully ygs enjoy this very small sort of crossover(?) with our beloved saurian hunter kinich <3

Kinich should have known something was up when Mualani greeted the both of you with an enormous grin (enormous even for someone like Mualani, at least) on her face. He should have known even more that something was up when she slid onto the bench in front of him with a little too much ease, leaning against the table as she fished a tiny, heart-shaped bottle out of her pocket.

“Hey, you two,” she giggles. Kinich glances at you warily, slightly uneasy at Mualani’s tone. Of course, he was much accustomed to the blue-haired girl’s bright and energetic demeanor, but the mischievous glint in her eyes implied that she was up to no good — more than usual, anyway.

“Look,” Mualani whispers elatedly, waving the vial in front of your faces. He squints — its contents appear to be iridescent, sloshing back and forth in a captivating manner. Unfortunately, chemicals or potions or whatever this mixture was wasn’t something Kinich had obtained knowledge on in the one day he’d spent at the tribal learning institute as a child, nor throughout the years he’d spent nurturing himself. So, he’s about to question what new oddity Mualani had managed to get her hands on this time, except a split second later, she drops it. Or, rather, the vial slips from her grasp, the fragile glass shattering on impact as silvery-white liquid oozes out and onto the tabletop. It’s difficult for him to tell whether the action was intentional or not (though, really, he should have known something was up), so he only shakes his head, dismissing the thought entirely.

“Mualani, what—” Kinich sighs. What is the meaning of this? he wants to ask, but the words falter on his tongue as a heady, floral scent fills his lungs. He instantly recognizes it as your perfume, the yellow bottle of brilliant chrysanthemum he’s once seen on your nightstand. The speed at which he recognizes your scent has blood rushing to his cheeks — what, was he some kind of animal sniffing its prey?

Kinich clears his throat, making a mental note not to confess the flood of embarrassing thoughts he was having. Unfortunately, he is rather weak when it comes to you, much to his dismay (or not. Kinich can’t tell if it’s a good thing). So, when you tilt your head at him quizzically, a wide and innocent look in your eyes, he can’t help but confess:

“It smells like you.”

His voice comes out croakier and breathier than he’d like it to, and he curses himself mentally. Archons, he might as well just kick the bucket and let Ajaw take over his body.

“Well, you’re sitting right next to me,” you point out matter-of-factly. Kinich hears Mualani snicker across the table, and he can only hope that you don’t see the embarrassing flush on his cheeks.

“No,” he mutters, a slightly displeased expression on his face. “That’s all I can smell. Your perfume.”

You frown. “I’m not wearing any perfume, Kinich. Actually, I’m confused because I keep smelling you.”

Kinich freezes at your admission — your words affect him way more than he’d like to admit. However, he forces himself to remain composed, turning to glance questioningly at Mualani, who was still attempting to mask her giggles.

“Oh, this?” she grins, a teasing lilt in her tone as she gestures toward the shattered glass bathed in pearlescent liquid. “It’s Amortentia.”

Luckily for the saurian hunter, Mualani doesn’t elaborate, nor do you push her to explain, and Kinich is good at reading people. It’s clear from the expression on Mualani’s face and the tone of her words that she’s not explaining whatever in Teyvat “Amortentia” was because it’s something the two of you needed to figure out in your own time. Just you and him, together.

But even with what you like to call his “mind reading capabilities”, Kinich was restless. He needed to know what that weird potion was and why it oddly smelled like your perfume. After all, it clearly wasn’t (though he’d never admit the fact that he’d memorized your perfume by heart).

So, later that night, Kinich takes a detour from his final commission to the Masters of the Night Wind, where he finds himself flipping through mountains of scrolls in search of the name “Amortentia.” When he finally finds what he’s been looking for, his heart stops in his chest, breath catching in his throat.

“Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them.”

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