╰┈➤Angst thoughts/ scenarios (Genshin edition)
☁︎ Just finished Nod Krai and realised I've never written for Genshin on here so a few angst thoughts/ scenarios I thought of.
☁︎ Same concept as my HSR version from a few months back, just some little ideas I had that I might extend on later.
☁︎Some characters may be OOC, I have played for years yet only fixated on some characters and others I didn't read too much of the lore for.
☁︎ not proof read or colour coordinated </3. Might do a part 2 w/ other characters
☁︎ Warnings: Might include spoilers, Angst, death, some descriptions of blood/ gore, betrayal/ hurt no comfort
☁︎No gendered terms or physical descriptions given to reader.
☁︎ Flins, Neuvillette, Kinich, Xiao, Zhongli, Wanderer
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╰┈➤ Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins
Know a few people have already had the concept of Flins x ghost!reader but a different take I had on the idea.
"I love you."
"I don't even know who you are."
You being Flins lover before your death, yet since you've become a ghost you can't remember him and grow a distaste for the fae after being the only person you see visiting the grave you don't accept as your final resting place.
You, a wandering spirit that haunts the cemetery, who doesn't understand that you're no longer alive and refuses to move on because you know you have a purpose to fulfil that you can't remember.
Flins who simply wants you to finally be able to rest because he hates to see you suffer but fails each time at convincing you that you're no longer among the living. Just him returning each night because he refuses to give up on you, unable to accept you having anything other than the eternal peace of rest.
Him knowing you've started to hate him, pushing aside his own feelings for you yet you never reciprocate his intentions, unintentionally haunting him and making it so he can never truly mourn you.
Having one of his final attempts of having you accept the truth and remember be showing you a tattered photo of you he kept on him constantly, yet watching you destroy it because your minds just foggy and unable to recollect the past.
It felt like the final chip that shattered your love, where he forces himself to give up on you and leave you alone as you kept demanding he did. Though after weeks without his nightly visits you feel as if you've lost something precious to you, yet the memory of the man you loved never truly returns to you.
Him having to occasionally cross paths with your ghost during his patrols and turn away before he tries running to you one last time.
You being a Fontanian who fell victim to the primordial sea water before he managed to lift the curse, just too far out of reach for him to save and leaving him reliving the moment you dissolved.
He was never one who was truly good with emotions, but the pain in his chest never subdued, part of his mind dedicated to you making it flare subconsciously.
He knew you were gone, yet never had the heart to tell the melusines of your fate and having to lie each time they ask about you. He could tell they were waiting for you, to tell you about the stories and years that passed in your absence, with only him knowing you would never be able to return to them.
Just him trying to keep it together while talking to someone after one of the melusines visited him, showing him a trinket they bought because it reminded them of you, asking him to pass it on to you when he saw you next.
Would have a box tucked neatly into the corner of his office of all the items he was tasked with giving you, an ever-growing pile in your memory that only he held the answers to.
To anyone else, it truly did seem as if you were merely on what felt like an eternal adventure to another land, as he never let the story falter in fear of breaking the melusines heart. So instead he held up a never ending façade, tearing himself apart because he knew you would never want the innocent creatures you considered that of your children to be forced to mourn the loss of you.
Being separated from him during the war, covering different camps across Tequemecan Valley and fighting against the abyss. You being killed in an attempt to protect the remaining people and saurians attempting to flee, overwhelmed by the waves of enemies that never let up.
Him having a terrible feeling but being unable to focus on it because he has a job to complete, pushing aside the gut feeling and continuing to fight completely oblivious to your now lifeless body amount the rising casualties.
After the battle came to a close, with everyone meeting up at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame where he waits for your return yet you never come. Forced to continue helping for the greater good of Natlan with no idea of your location, only being able to finally think about it after the war against the abyss comes to a close.
Just him wandering through the mass destruction of his homeland, calling out to you amidst the ruins and moving between the marked camps in the direction to split off to.
He thought himself mostly desensitised to the endless blood shed until he finally found your body, barely recognisable under the crimson liquid that seemed to cover every inch of skin. Covered in open wounds that signified your struggle and attempts of survival, dried streaks of tears disturbing the dirt that smudged against your cheeks.
Clutching your body that lacked warmth against his chest, ignoring the lack of heartbeat that no longer accompanied him as he brought you back home to try and give you what little peace could still be offered to your tattered frame.
Despite being nothing more than a mere human, you had still managed to win over Xiao's heart, getting closer to the adeptus despite the predetermined fate of your love through the difference in your lifetimes.
After years he finally gave it a chance, letting you into his heart even if the overwhelming urge to push you away remained, yet the looming threat of your death came sooner than either of you had imagined.
He promised to always come when you called, yet the one time he failed to arrive was the one that cost your life. You couldn't blame him, even as you lay feeling your own blood soak through the clothes that clung to your withering body. You had called him many times before, never out of true need for protection, only wishing to see the man after a long day without his presence.
He had heard your calling the first time it happened, yet he let the urge to reach you pass as he continued with the fight before him, aiding the traveller with a commission he was in the vicinity of. Maybe it was another day of asking him assistance in the kitchen as you cooked yourself a meal, or perhaps you simply wished for a hug from him as you had the day prior.
Just him stopping as your voice rings out through his mind a second time, a significantly weaker call of his name, teleporting before the traveller can offer him a second glance. The image of your slumped form appearing before his eyes as he's consumed by an overwhelming silence, your pulse fading as he reaches out to your bloodied body. Simply holding you as the warmth he admired slowly fades from your face, glassy eyes burning into his memory.
The one time it truly mattered, he wasn't there.
You, hailing from Khaenri'ah and being forced to live the curse of immortality, not knowing his true identity until Paimon let it slip one day you were having tea with the traveller.
You had grown a hatred towards the gods, willing to aid anyone if it meant their downfall, yet you had fallen in love with one of the worst in your mind. It was almost hard to imagine, your attentive lover that radiated nothing but love and kindness towards you being the one to destroy the homeland you held so dear.
You could no longer look at him without seeing the face of a murderer, the one who took away everything you had loved in one fateful day. The images of the red sky haunted your memory, but now that you had a face to blame that you desperately sought after you felt nothing but an ache in your chest.
Part of his mind knew you were Khaenri'ahn, something about you radiating the curse bestowed upon your people, yet he never truly considered how you both were never destined to love.
You were a sinner and he was a god, one that brought destruction to your home and still tried to claim your heart. In the end it succeeded, the betrayal burning deep within your immortal flesh as you replayed the worst day in the 500 years you walked Teyvat.
In the end you made your decision, walking away from the home you built together in hopes of starting over with someone that didn't pain your heart to look at. Maybe one day you could forgive him, to reunite with the one man you truly found yourself happy with, but for now you couldn't accept the secret he so carefully kept hidden from you for so many years.
The only trace of you that remained in your empty home upon his return was your wedding ring and tear stained note.
In removing himself from Irminsul, removing any trace from the names he sought to leave behind, he never took into account that you would also forget him.
You were a ghost of his past, haunting the streets of Sumeru in a way only he truly understood. Overnight he went from the lover you swore forever with to nothing more than a passing face in the crowd, someone you wouldn't offer a second glance to in passing.
You could feel him watching you, an urge to talk to him surfacing in your mind, someone so familiar but nothing more than a mere stranger. You walk out of his life each day, only to return in a way that never healed his shattered heart. His face become something you searched for in the crowd when you walked through the flooded streets of the city, scurrying off at the feeling of his eyes tracing your movements.
In another timeline you would have found his attentiveness as something you admired, a blanket of comfort knowing he truly took the time to look out for you. Yet now it did nothing but unsettle you, the unblinking indigo eyes haunting you from beyond the crowds.
You often found yourself fiddling with the ring that adored your finger, the memory of who gifted you it being lost to time, the only hint being the small engravings of Kuni with a small heart.
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