Used ~ capitano x f!reader GENSHIN

Prologue

Disclaimer: this story is started before the release of Fontaine and sneznaya as well as capitano lore drops etc so yah it's kinda ooc

Tw: (for this chapter) mentions and implied suicide (not Y/n)

Memories are a hard thing to escape. they form you and your behaviours.
There's one memory that lingers in your head at this time of year as the leaves turn brown.

It was around this time of year that you and your brother would go ice fishing in a the garden pond of your family home.

You sat on the rowboat dock with a little jar of peachy pink worms between you and your brother, Thorne.

It was the perfect time of year in Snezhnaya where there was ice to fish in but you two didn't have to wrap up too warm.

"Thorne, Thorne! Lemme try!" You said trying to get the small rod away from your older brother but it failed due to you being six at the time.

He smiled down at you and helped you support the rod in your gloved hands.

These moments you had with your brother were few and far between because you both barely left the house due to the nature of your father's job.

Unbeknownst to you at the time, your father -a strict, authoritarian father figure- was also number one of the fatui harbingers el Pierro.

There was a time when you could truly say you loved your father but that was thirteen years ago.

The first time you began to hate him was around the christmas season.

You remember being ten and sitting at the foot of the large chistmas tree in the main hall that fit perfectly in-between the two curved, conjoined staircases that rounded the room.

You sat next to a large box of Christmas ornaments that shone under the light of the large chandeliers.
Your Dad had promised that the whole family would decorate the tree this Christmas but he ditched the plans with his youngest to argue with his wife instead.

You could hear them shouting in his office. Sick of the sound you walked up the stairs and along the corridor to Thorne's room.

You quietly opened the door to see your brother stuffing things into a travelling backpack.

"Brother, what are you doing?" You asked looking up at your greatest confidant.

"Oh, Y/n. It's just you. I'm going out tonight but it's our secret. If you keep it I'll give you some chocolate when I get back, okay?" He said ruffling your hair.

You nodded before speeding off to your room further in the maze that was your childhood home.

You quickly entered before grabbing a glass and placing it upside down onto the floor to listen to what your parents were yelling about this time.

You put your ear against the cold bottom of the glass.

"How ...re you .....ou ......r.ining ..amily" the voices were still too muffled for you to comprehend everything they said.
"Hardly call this a family."
"We were a family un.. ou.. eated..... id ...ven ...think about the kids!?"

You rolled over onto your back lying on your bedroom floor. You'd heard enough.

One of the servants had knocked on your door and readied you for bed.

The staff were always a mystery to you since (as you knew when you were older) there was fatui who acted as guards but you were little and never questioned why.

You rolled around in your bed, the false starscape that was displayed on your ceiling failed to comfort you as you still heard your dad shouting and your mother crying.

.....and another noise that came from outside.

It was shouting coming from the guards.

Dad and mum had gone quiet downstairs.

You pried open your window to see the familiar silhouette of your brother lying in the snow with a red stain coating the snow surrounding his leg.

You watched in shock as your father scooped up your bawling older brother in his arms leaving Thorne's travel bag in the snow.

"WHAT HAPPENED!!!" You heard your dad screech at someone downstairs.
"Well- sir... it appears the young master was trying to leave home without your permission and the guards mistook him for an intruder and shot him in the leg." Stammered another voice.

Your dad was shouting louder than ever throughout the night and you ended up staying up all night.

The next morning you were told that your brother had fallen on a sharp object and hit his head and fallen into a coma. What a load of shit.

That's where it started, the distrust in your dad.

The second time you realised you hated your father was on the night of your thirteenth birthday.
You were lying on your floor again waiting to hear what your parents were arguing about.

Your birthday was unimaginably lonely since Thorne hadn't woken up yet, even when the doctor said he'd wake in the next couple of months.

Your dad had been out on missions all day and your mum had become to much of a shell of a person to remember your birthday.

You did get a present but you knew the maids had chosen it. Your dad didn't even have the dignity to deliver it himself.

Ajax came and played for a bit but for the rest of the day you hadn't moved from the floor.

Your head throbbed from lying flat on the wood for hours.

You couldn't even cry.

You just laid there.

You hated your birthday.

For a day that was supposed to be about you, you'd never felt more ignored and alone than ever.

You pulled yourself up and hauled yourself through the halls to your mother's room.

The door seemed further away every step you took.

"Mum..." you said pushing the door open, looking down at the floor.

In your peripherals you spotted her shoes..... floating.

You froze as you shuddered in realisation.

It took you a few minutes of psyching yourself up to look upwards, hoping with your whole soul that it wasn't what you thought it was

Your shrill scream echoed through the walls and you heard the distant sound of your father chair screeching and his quick approach up the stairs.

After that night you couldn't just hate your dad for being an adulterer but he had mentally abused your mother to the point that she'd do that to herself.

You were sick of that house,

You couldn't stay.

You would not make the same mistakes that your brother did on that night, you vowed as you pushed through one of the garden hedges and climbed up the garden wall.

"Goodbye Thorne, I promise I will see you again."

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