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[anemohottie]

boyfriend!venti who was absolutely thrilled when you said yes to being his partner, but had no idea what to do next. he’d spent centuries weaving ballads about love, yet here he was, a complete mess the moment it became real.

boyfriend!venti who tried to serenade you on day one, plucking his lyre with confidence—only to accidentally snap a string mid-chorus. the twang echoed through mondstadt’s plaza, and a pigeon startled, knocking over a fruit stand.

“Uh, that was… part of the song! A dramatic pause!” he laughed, cheeks red as apples while the vendor yelled about his ruined apples.

You giggled, and he swore the sound was sweeter than any melody he’d ever played.

boyfriend!venti who spent hours consulting barbara and lisa for relationship advice. barbara suggested sweet gestures like picking flowers; lisa smirked and handed him a romance novel, whispering, “Study this, bard.” he read it cover to cover, then panicked because he couldn’t tell if you’d like a “dashing rescue” or a “moonlit confession.”

boyfriend!venti who tried to surprise you with a picnic in windrise, only to realize he’d forgotten the food. he improvised by summoning a breeze to swirl dandelion seeds around you, hoping the “aesthetic” would distract you.

“Is this… the meal?” you asked, tilting your head as a dandelion fluff landed in your hair.

“N-No! It’s, uh, an appetizer! Nature’s confetti! The real food is… coming soon!” he stammered, then zipped off to beg Diluc for a basket of whatever was in the tavern’s kitchen.

boyfriend!venti who got so nervous about holding your hand that he’d accidentally summon a gust of wind every time your fingers brushed. one time, it blew your hat straight off into a tree, and he spent twenty minutes climbing after it, only to fall into a bush.

“Got it!” he cheered, emerging with leaves in his braids and your hat triumphantly raised. You laughed so hard you nearly cried, and he decided that sound was worth every scratched elbow.

boyfriend!venti who tried to write you a love poem, but kept scrapping drafts because “eternal breeze” didn’t rhyme with “you make my heart sneeze.” he hid the crumpled papers under a rock, only for a curious hilichurl to find them and chase him for “stealing its treasure.”

boyfriend!venti who finally worked up the courage to ask you what you wanted in a boyfriend, sitting cross-legged on a cliff overlooking starsnatch.

“So, uh, hypothetically… what’s your dream date? I’m an archon, y’know, I can make things happen! But, like… no pressure,” he said, twirling a cecilia between his fingers, eyes darting anywhere but your face.

You smiled softly. “Just be you, Venti. Maybe a quiet night, some music, and… no exploding fruit stands?”

His grin lit up brighter than a Vision. “I can do that! Mostly. The fruit stand thing might be cursed.”

boyfriend!venti who planned that quiet night, strumming his lyre under the stars, the wind carrying his gentle tune. he kept stealing glances at you, heart racing when you leaned closer and hummed along.

“You’re not half bad at this boyfriend thing,” you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.

He froze, lyre squeaking a wrong note. “H-Half bad? I’ll take it! Wait ‘til I master it, though—you’ll be swept away by the legendary Venti, Anemo Archon of Love!”

Lisa, eavesdropping from a distance, muttered to Jean, “He’s got the spirit, but the execution needs work.”

boyfriend!venti who was still a chaotic bard at heart, but learned day by day that loving you meant sharing quiet winds, silly mishaps, and the truest notes of his heart—no ballad could ever capture that.

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