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Logging Into Your Heart

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kinich x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k words

warnings: none

summary: A series of unfortunate events leads to... a blessing in disguise?!

note: to be honest I struggle a bit when writing plot that's meant to be silly and sorta comedic like this. A part of me wants to hurry up and reach the more mellow and angst-y parts, but I'll treat this as training for potential future silly stories. I had to sacrifice the header(?) that I usually use for this series cause I reached the image limit, whoops. Nonetheless, I hope you'll enjoy!

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chapter I: what's cookin', good lookin'?

There was a pause, an unusually long pause. So long in fact, that you started to sweat a little. Did you somehow say something wrong? Did he find this topic boring? He probably does, doesn't he? Why would anyone wanna hear about some measly university “crush” anyway? Big emphasis on the quotations for crush by the way, you were fairly certain this was barely a real “crush”. You preferred to call it a short-term infatuation due to the boring circumstance that is your life, yeah, that feels right.

You continued to eye down the foreboding “K is typing…” as if it were mocking your worry. What the hell could this guy be typing about that is so revolutionary? Is he writing an essay? When he had finally sent his message, you let out a short breath that you had not even noticed you’d been holding.

“Five more minutes…,” You grumbled into your pillow at the jarring call of your alarm clock. Nuzzling yourself further into the delicate fabric of your dangerously soft and comforting blanket. “Five more minutes…,” You grumbled into your pillow at the jarring call of your alarm clock. Nuzzling yourself further into the delicate fabric of your dangerously soft and comforting blanket.

Sleeping in just a little bit couldn’t hurt, right? You had thought. No, the mischievous ploys that the sleep demons had connived into your ear promising a dream with fields of fragrant crimson roses did not mention the thorns that would prick you in the back afterward. But, surely it wouldn’t be that big a deal. What was the harm in a few minutes? Oh. You gullible thing. That demonic beast had planted one of the teachings of the seven deadly sins into your head, Sloth, and you welcomed it with open, unsuspecting arms.

Wind pelted against your face, hair getting entangled together at the sheer force of the air. Your legs were excruciatingly sore, but there’s absolutely no time to think about that right now. Sweat painted your forehead, your face now a disheveled mess.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

You were huffing and puffing, when was the last time you sprinted this hard? Oh, you're gonna have a bad muscle cramp for days after this, you could feel it in your bones, they were screaming at you in agony, actually. But for now, the adrenaline pumping through your veins were enough to keep you going and ignore the screeches of your muscles burning in this strenuous hell.

After what felt like decades, the door to your classroom was finally within sight. You pushed the last bit of strength you had left in you and– accidentally banged the door open against the wall accompanied with your huge gasp for air.

Everyone’s eyes turned to you, some confused, some annoyed, some with a completely blank stare.

Great! Maybe if you had any more willpower left in you, this would’ve been enough of an ordeal to have you run straight out the window to fall to your demise. But alas, your life was saved by your fragile athleticism.

Scanning around the room, a shocking realization dawned on you. The last bit of colour dripped down your cheek. All the seats had been taken. All, except one. When your eyes caught sight of who exactly you’d have to sit next to, your pupils shook and your breath halted. No. Oh, no. You would have to sit next to him, next to the pretty boy you’ve used as eye candy during class time. He peered at you with a monotonous expression. Oh my god. He hates you. He wants you dead, right here, right now. Was it too late to take up on that previous offer with the window?

You dragged your legs pathetically across the room to the empty seat, akin to a fool, keeping your head hung low to shield your eyes from the potential stares of judgement the other students may have on you. You pulled the seat back, the creaking against the floor making you want to puke from the sheer anxiety gurgling in your stomach accumulated through these series of unfortunate events. With stiff moments, your body managed to manoeuvre itself to sit as the last bit of sanity you had left melted away.

Do you say hi? No, you don’t even know him like that, and why would you say hi now of all times? After pulling a stunt like that? Do you want to be publicly shamed more than you already have? Calm down, it’s okay. Your fingers shifted against one another. It’ll be fine, you won’t ever see any of these people by the time this semester ends anyway, yeah, everything’s alright.

“Do you have an instruction paper?”

“HAE-gh?!”

Heaven above, if you may heed the plea of this poor, idiotic, stupid, stupid, stupid, child of man, please strike her down this instant so she may prevent herself from being the laughing stock of the party.

“I mean,” You thwacked your chest, a bit harder than you intended, earning a puzzled look from the man beside you, “Yes, of course! The paper, no problem!”

What is this guy talking about? A paper? An instruction paper? You were in possession of no paper, what the hell were you talking about?

He tilted his head, eyes dropping to your table, with no paper in sight, then he lifted his gaze back at you. You’ve been caught, red handed. Your crime? Fabricating the truth with your insolent lies, that you had this alleged instruction paper. A despicable thing, you are. A paperless sham.

“Sorry,” You sheepishly grinned, “I must’ve misheard, what did you say?”

He hummed, holy shit, he sounded ethereal, “The professor wants us to make a tabletop game for the next hour.” He passed the paper to you, “We need to be grouped with at least two people and then playtest the other games later, wanna work together?”

Excitement bubbled up in your chest, your heart jumping up and down for joy. You’re going to work with the pretty boy in class? And he’s the one who asked you first? Maybe this was a blessing in disguise after all! Fighting off the urge to etch a huge grin across your face, you nod.

“Great,” He diverted his attention back to the paper, his fingers pointing out the instructions, “It says here that we need to make a multiplayer game with the materials and props provided…”

His voice began to wash out to the back of your mind as your head surged with thoughts of how this was actually happening and that you were interacting with the man you’d been ogling these past weeks. You felt with how hard your heart was thumping, that it could rip itself out of your chest at any minute.

You talked to him! And he talked to you! And you were working together, nothing could make you feel more bliss than this. Wait, work together… Oh my god, work… you’re working with… him?! Your heart sank to your stomach. This newfound anxiety threatened to have you empty out all your insides on the table. What if your ideas sucked and he realises how much of a loser you are which then leads to him complaining about your mediocre performance to the professor further pushing your reputation down to the lowest of lows to the point that the unit coordinator of this class deems you an unworthy student and not only kicks you out of this course but also the whole university all together causing you to go home in shame as a university drop out with no career aspirations, no life, no money, no bi-

“I was thinking about using chess as our base idea, then we could branch out from there.”

Okay maybe you were thinking too far. Geez, what is wrong with you? Focus. You can’t afford to embarrass yourself more than you already have.

“Sure! To make it more interesting, how about…,” You trailed off for a moment to give your brain some time to think of something.

The first thought that came to mind was the game you’ve been obsessed with since highschool, it had an intricate system surrounding elements which lead you to your idea.

“How about we incorporate elements into it? We can have the usual system like water beats fire and stuff like that, but we can also spice it up with… hm… team ups?”

“Team ups?” He tilted his head, imploring you to elaborate your idea further.

“For example, let’s say,” you brought two circular tokens provided on the table to your palm, “These two tokens are like our chess pieces, they have the element grass and fire respectively, if the player decides to have these two team up,” you stacked the two tokens atop one another, “They’d have a special damage effect. In the case of grass and fire teaming up, the enemy token will receive periodic damage for 2 turns.”

He rubbed his chin, leaning back onto his seat, “Sounds interesting, sure. Let’s work on that idea.”

You could feel ecstasy fluttering around your heart. He liked your idea! The two of you spent your time meticulously brainstorming and implementing mechanics, utilizing the materials provided to create a make-shift board game. In a blink of an eye, an hour had passed.

You stretched in your seat, “So do we go around and play the other games now?”

“Mhm,” He replied, cracking his knuckles after writing down the last of the gameplay instructions, “Should we go around together?”

You should buy a lottery ticket after this.

Standing up from your seat, you hid your jittering hands behind your back, “Sure! Which one do you want to play first?”

He pointed to a random table’s game, inviting you along with him. To be fairly honest, you didn’t give a single care in the world which game to play, any game played with your class “crush” would be bound to have you flying off your feet. The two of you jump from one game to another, winning some, losing some, teaming up in others. You almost lost your respiratory functions when his hand accidentally grazed yours for a grand total of 0.3 seconds, but it wasn’t a big deal (you saw the light actually). Before you know it, the time your professor had given you to playtest your classmates’ games had come to an end.

You sat back down on your seats, next to the pretty boy, and proceeded to… do absolutely NOTHING. You writhed in your seat, grappling between various dialogue options you could use to make some form of innocent small talk. But nothing came out of your mouth, nothing. You couldn’t even conjure up the go-to repetitive questions university students always ask each other on their first meeting. You scratched at the calluses around your nails. Admittedly, you should probably focus on the professor's lecture instead, but that was practically impossible with the nerves coursing through your skin at the moment.

Class eventually came to an end and as you packed your bags, you couldn’t help but let out an internal sigh. This was it, your one chance to talk to the guy you’ve been eyeing on and you blew it. Who knows? You two could’ve had a wonderful blossoming friendship, but instead you had to hide behind your cowardice. Shame, truly a shame.

“Out of curiosity, you don’t happen to play HSR, do you?”

Scratch that, there might just be a glimmer of hope left for you.

“Oh! Yes, I do. Do you play it as well?” You asked with a polite smile.

“I thought the element stuff sounded familiar,” He stood from his seat, you followed suit, “I do play.”

This was your chance! If you got his username, you two could play together and get to know one another through the very intimate activity that is online gaming. Yes! This was it! It’s time to bid farewell to your unfruitful social life, this is where you make a new beginning.

“Would you like to–”

“Kiongozi,” He looked away from you, facing the professor who had called him, “You wanted to speak to me after class?”

He nodded, waving a goodbye to you before making his way to the professor. You waved back, a pathetic wave, really. Your arm withered back down to your side when his back was fully turned to you. Turning your heel, you left the classroom.

Clicking your tongue, you mumbled out an exasperated, “Tough luck,” footsteps blending in with the crowd of students as you made your way to the bus stop. There will be other chances in the future, you’re sure. So, as you shake off the disappointment out of your head, you instead think of how much content you’ll have to share with your roommate tonight, and a smile blooms on your face.

Although, on the walk home you came to a staggering realization. Even after all that, you didn’t even get his full name…

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#genshin x reader #genshin impact #kinich x reader #kinich x y/n #kinich x you #genshin smau

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minetro · 2 months ago

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My ahh forgot you can comment on tumblr whats WRONG WITH ME this is so embarassing

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minetro · 2 months ago

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Chapter 2 of the logging into your heart should be posted soon, give or take a week or in 2-3 days if the Gods grace me with their literary brilliance. If anyone who follows that series is reading this I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE I DID NOT INTEND TO LET IT SIMMER FOR MORE THAN A MONTH. I got incredibly ill shortly after posting the first chapter, had to catch a flight right after recovery, started up uni again, all the while chaos was following closely behind my back. Updates will most likely be slow though, but I'll try to shoot out one chapter per month (no promises...)

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minetro · 2 months ago

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Like him

tags: established relationship, gn!reader

word count: 0.8k

notes: in which kinich looks like his dad

“Hey, Kinich?”

“Mm?” He hummed, imploring for you to go on.

He waited, but no words left your mouth. He gave it one, two, three seconds. No reply. An unusual pause of silence, filled only by the crackling of the campfire and your unsure breaths. He wasn’t facing you, his hands and eyes trained on the fire to keep it steady, but he could tell you were opening your mouth, just to close it, then opening it again. Rinse and repeat.

It was only until after Kinich turned around to face you fully, a tilt to his head, that you mustered up the courage to speak your mind. You had to break eye contact and divert your attention to your feet, but the minute details don’t matter.

“Why… do you, uh, dislike compliments towards your appearance?”

Kinch blinked. Then, he also found his gaze falling to focus on the already well lit fire. Poking it around with a stick to keep his hands busy.

“What do you mean?” He had urged you to elaborate, but deep down he really only hoped that question would cause you to fall over your words and drop the whole thing all together.

“Well…”

Shit. You’re still talking.

“Sometimes, when I tell you that your hair is… pretty, you go quiet, and then you don’t let me play with it after that,” You cleared your throat, “Or when I say your eyes are breath-taking, you just ignore it all together.”

This time, Kinich was the quiet one. Maybe the sound of the crickets would be a loud enough diversion for you to forget any conversation that had been held between the two of you for the past 5 minutes. Not the most full proof of plans, but one he had to roll with.

“You’re doing it again! See? You completely ignored what I said,” You kicked your feet on the dirt.

“...Sorry,” He said with a sigh.

Kinich stood from where he crouched, took a few steps towards you, then prompted himself right next to where you sat on the log. He rubbed his palms together, grappling between what to say, what not to say, or to say anything at all for that matter.

“It’s not exactly a fun story,” He decides to start, “I don’t want to trouble you with it, that’s all.”

“You know nothing you say could burden me, right?” You crossed your arms, staring intently at him.

Kinich relaxed into his seat, slouching a bit as he let out a breathy chuckle.

“Mhm, I know,” a knowing smile adorned his face for a second before it fell to his usual stoic one, this time a tinge of seriousness had made its way to the reflection in his eyes.

“When I was born, it was apparent whose features I had inherited the most from,” He sucked in a breath.

“My dad.”

It felt as though there was a drop in temperature, like the mention of that man halted everything that breathed. Kinich peeked over at your direction, studying your expression as if to discern whether he’d made you uncomfortable and to stop talking, leaving this conversation just at that. He gave you a few moments, just in case you wanted to say something. However, all you gave him was a supportive nod and that was his queue to keep going.

“As I got older, I grew into those features, and began to look more and more like…”

Like him.

“Go on,” You gently rest a hand on his shoulder, understanding.

“Because of that, my mom started looking at me…”

…with fear in her eyes. Kinich wanted to say, but he shook his head.

“She looked at me weird. From then on, she started avoiding me altogether. Whenever I offered to help her out with chores, she’d tell me to go to my room. If I insisted, she’d have me help out with tasks where I’d be out of her sight,” He dug the soles of his shoe deeper into the dirt, holding back a sigh, “Then… eventually, as you know, she… left.”

“Kinich…,” You moved the palm of your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, shifting his gaze to your own.

“When I talk about your features, I’m referring to them as your own. And when I look at you, all I see is… you. Only you.”

Kinich’s breath hitched, his eyes only slightly widening, but not a small enough detail for you to miss. Then, his features softened as his lips were overtaken by a warm smile. The kind of smile that had your heart melting, and your knees kissing the ground.

“Hah…,” He nuzzled into your warmth, his cheeks a light dusting of pink. He rested his own hand atop your own, kissing your wrist, “When’d you become such a smooth-talker? Did Ajaw teach you?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully, pulling him into an embrace, “Oh, please. If I took romantic advice from him, I’d end up with a rock, and that’s being generous!”

Taking in your scent, he buried himself deeper into the dip of your neck.

“Mm… I’m lucky you didn’t then.”

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Far away from here, a small pixelated dragon let out a mighty sneeze.

#kinich x y/n #kinich x you #kinich x reader #kinich #malipo kinich #genshin impact #genshin x reader

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minetro · 2 months ago

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Can I request some computer themed turquoise and lime green dividers, if it's okay?

Hi^^ anonnie! I did some 90's computer stuff. Hope it works for you!

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minetro · 5 months ago

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kinich x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: none

summary: Spending your free time playing games sounds like a swell idea to release some academic stress, yet you did not account for the rage you'd experience from getting destroyed by pixels over and over again. Good thing your online savior is here to watch your back!

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prologue: sword and shield

The light that slipped through the crack of your window curtains curated the most harmonious lighting that was perfectly fitting for an afternoon of pure relaxation. A quiet hour to simply unwind and let time seep away the fatigue off of your shoulders. Well, that was what you had envisioned in your head at least, but reality begged to differ.

"HOW does it deal that much damage?!"

Here you are mashing your keyboard and mouse at a monstrous rate as you groan for the nth time. You'd planned for this to be a moment of relaxation, but the sweat that had stuck to your palms and the vein that was threatening to pop on your forehead were sheer proof that you're having anything but a calm evening.

You sighed as your soul disintegrated, head falling onto your desk with a thud. It's been a good hour or two since you decided to fight this new boss and all the damage you've managed to inflict on this hell spawn of a creature was barely half of its health bar. Meanwhile, you've been getting nearly one-shotted left and right. You curse the game developers who decided that this enemy was a good idea, then took it immediately back when your rationality made you realize that you probably just needed to learn how to dodge better, and also maaaaybe spare some stat upgrades on your defense.

"Why don't you increase your DEF stat up?"

You recall a certain player asking after he'd witness your abysmally low defense.

"If I level up my attack as high as I can, there won't be any need to protect myself from a dead enemy!"

You remember being proud of your logic, but now, after being defeated countless times and being greeted by a mocking "GAME OVER" screen over and over again, you couldn't help but curse at your past self's decisions just a teensy bit. Maybe now that you've learned your lesson, you'll actually start evenly distributing your stats.

Your days of moping in despair are cut extremely short when a notification cuts you out of your slump.

[K is online!]

"He's on!" You practically cheered, frantically opening up the message box in-game.

He responded just a few seconds after you'd sent your message. It used to surprise you, how quick he was with his replies, but you've since grown used to his swiftness and appreciated it as you both got closer.

It did not take long for his avatar adorned with green garments and accessories to appear right next to yours in-game. You decided to greet him by spinning around his character to translate your delight at his arrival.

Having K by your side as you fought was like being graced by a guardian angel's protection. Right as he casted his shield spell, you were free to attack to your heart's content, the boss' attempts at killing you barely making a dent to your health bar. Defeating the boss that had previously given you a good beating, now proved to be exceptionally easy. With the help of K's buffs, shields, de-buffs, while also chipping in some attacks of his own, that enemy was as good as dead.

You couldn't help the smile that enveloped your face, a toothy grin that you're sure made you look ridiculous. To think you actually thought this was a hard fight. As long as K is around as your designated shield, perhaps you can get away with a low defense stat for a little bit longer.

Running around in circles again, this time in a much more frenetic manner, you thanked K for his help. Finally, you could progress through the new story update that had been locked behind this enemy.

"Y/N! I made dinner!" Yoimiya, your roommate, yelled from outside your room.

"Oh? Be right over!"

You had not realized that it had gotten quite late. How long have you been playing for? Three? Four hours? Whatever, you've done worse. Although, it's a shame to have to leave so soon right after K had just got on.

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"Yoi... what is this...?"

To say you were baffled was an understatement, in fact, you're not entirely sure what would be the correct adjective to describe your reaction. Safe to say, you were definitely amused.

"Dinner is served, madam," Yoimiya pulled out a seat, presumably for you, while putting on the worst impression of a middle-aged butler ever.

"What's the occasion?" You giggled, while indulging in this roleplay of hers.

Yoimiya hummed, "Can't I simply want to cook dinner for a friend?" She shimmied her way to the kitchen counter, bringing back with her a bowl.

"Bon appetit!" She placed the bowl, that smug smile on her face, right in front of you.

You made a squeak in confusion, then a moment later, burst out in laughter.

"Cereal?" You wiped a tear off the corner of your eye.

"I take the time out of my busy schedule to tirelessly cook dinner for you and this is how you respond?" Yoimiya gasped, holding her palm to her heart in mock hurt, "I'm awfully shattered by your ungratefulness, Y/N."

"Oh, please," You chuckled, scooping a spoonful of the sugary goodness into your mouth.

"On a serious note, we could get takeout if you want," She suggests.

"Nah," Shaking your head, you take another mouthful, "This is perfect."

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Kinich let out a breath, slouching back into his chair. He stared at his monitor, more precisely the location you'd just been present on. He clicked his tongue, looking at the time, before logging out himself. He didn't feel like playing anymore.

Swaying his chair from side to side, he peered over at the time. It's past 6 o'clock, Mavuika hadn't come home yet. Probably working late again. He figured.

As if on cue, his phone lit up accompanied by a notification, ding!

He stood up from his seat, extending his arms upward in a big stretch.

"MEEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

An orange kitty screeched at Kinich from the doorway of his room.

"Looks like it's just you and me again, Ajaw."

He went down and scooped the cat with one arm, much to Ajaw's dismay.

"MREOWWWWW-"

Ajaw thrashed around in Kinich's arms, swinging his paws left and right, to which Kinich instinctively evaded. After years of dodging Ajaw's random chain of attacks, you could say he's become some kind of a pro.

"Okay, okay, let's get your dinner."

Less than ten words, but enough to shut the blabbering kitty up in mere seconds. Now he sat comfortably with no protests, as if he hadn't just thrown a fit a few moments ago.

While Kinich prepared Ajaw's food, and also preventing him from trying to devour the kibble from the whole bag, Kinich thought of you.

"We should play together tomorrow!"

Unbeknownst to him, a small smile etched his face.

Unfortunately for him, that smile was quickly wiped off in replacement of a frown. Ajaw had taken advantage of him having his head in the clouds to swoop in and knock over all the cat food to the floor.

Kinich sighed, muttering with a low growl etched to his tone.

"Ajaw."

#kinich x reader #kinich x y/n #kinich x you #kinich #genshin smau #genshin x reader #genshin impact #they turned ajaw into a cat

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