genshin impact various / reader (oneshots)
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whether be fueled by the sweetness of delusion
or the lasting bitter thought of saccharin,
longings will be longings; a revering reverie,
"let us breach the philosophy of too far".
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SYNOPSIS ... 5 times Kinich protected someone, and 1 time he felt protected
NOTES ... what the fuck was that backstory yo my guy deserves more (also if you didn't know, 5+1 basically means having 5 scenes with a certain theme and 1 additional scene that contradicts the given theme, aka the best genre of fic ever)
CONTENTS ... sfw , kinich-centric , spoilers for kinich's character stories , gender neutral reader , can be read as platonic
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1. His mother
From before he was seven, Kinich always remembered waking up to the smell of breakfast his mother would have ready at the table.
Being the child that he was, he never fully understood how his mother was able to do it; to wake up before the sun could even rise, and still last long enough to make it past through sunset.
Having a mother like her made Kinich feel included within the small group of kids that would pass by their house once in a while.
The one they would often talk about is how their mothers would always be up early in the morning to prepare delicious food for them. Kinich, though not a part of their conversation, felt like he could empathize with them.
He felt connected with the other children because of his mother.
Then the children started to talk about how close their own mothers were with the others. That they would have family dinners, share advice, talk about their family...
That was the one thing that separates his mother from the rest.
Kinich always felt a stinging pain in him whenever he would watch his mother farm by herself.
Instead of like the mothers other kids have, his mother was different in a way that she would spend most of her time on her own.
At that age, Kinich was already aware of the reason as to why this is.
If it was not for his father's behavior, his mother wouldn't have been ashamed of talking about her family to their neighbors.
She wouldn't have to spend her time alone, dreading the moment her husband comes through the door with that sickening smell of alcohol and another empty pouch of Mora.
That's why he took it upon himself to be there for her.
To share the same silence as she did when no one else would.
Kinich had a particular quietness around him, the same kind his mother had; it was one of the things he remembers about her.
But there was a time when they talked while they were farming.
