#anemo archon reader

[ventisslut]

HE BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS! venti doesn't mooch off of others nor does he have a large tab! He has his own money and he pays for himself! He knows when to stop when he doesn't have the mora! GO KING!!! GET YOUR BAG!!

[rainynightmoonlight]

If only I could hold you through a screen

Characters: Venti, Zhongli, Xiao, Ei, Yae Miko, Nahida, Wanderer, Furina, Neuvillette

Summary: Self Aware Archons and their companions react to you crying as you stare at them in the character screen, they try to comfort you but all they hear you say is "I wish you were here with me."

Warnings: Reader is crying, possessive behavior, immense anger, violent thoughts

A/U: Self aware genshin AU

A/n: IM BACK FROM THE DEAD GUYS!!! This is platonic on Nahida's end

VENTI

He was devastated as you gently sobbed, staring at his character in the character menu. He only wished to play you a song to ease the pain you were feeling. Who or what could make a God, no, the creator cry? He was more upset the more he thought of the possibilities of what made you break down.

“I-I…wish you…were with me.” 

As those words spilled out of your mouth, all choked out with sobs following each word, Venti could feel a tear roll down his face. Venti pulled out his lyre, doing one of his idle animations in hopes of cheering you up. On his side, he was playing you the most relaxing tune in all of Tevat! 

But it was blocked by the code. You could distantly hear it, however, if you listened close enough. You drift off as you focus on the secret melody, leaving Venti with a solemn smile. Seeing your peaceful sleeping face brought the Anemo Archon a sense of calm. 

As your screen dimmed due to inactivity, the more he wished to hug and comfort you. He couldn’t wish for anything more than to wipe your tears away and comfort you. He gently slowed the tune as your screen turned off. There was only one thought he had, and whispered out to comfort himself.

“One day, no tears will be shed when I’m with you, my dear god.”

ZHONGLI

He didn’t understand when you just started sobbing when you stared at him in the character menu. He started to panic the more you cried staring at him. Something in him broke the longer he heard you cry. He thought he had did something wrong to hurt you, but that suspicion was broken when you spoke through broken sobs. 

“I wish you were with me…”

That’s when his heart shattered. He started to mumble to himself, a mix of comforting words directed at you and words comforting himself. The more you focused on him, the more you could hear him speak outside his code. Out of anger, he did his idle with his little rock spinning around him. 

He wished it hit whoever, or whatever, had hurt you. Seeing you cry brought this strong protectiveness over you. Seeing you this fragile was new to him, and the fact that the creator could be sad slightly scared him. He wished for nothing more than to be there to comfort you.

Due to the exhaustion of crying, you started to fall asleep. The more your screened dimmed more and more as you dozed off to sleep, Zhongli could only imagine one thing in his mind. He mumbled it out loud, and you smiled as you could faintly hear it.

“I will protect you soon, there will be no need for you to feel any more tears roll down your pretty cheeks.”

XIAO

The fact that such a higher being such as yourself could cry surprised him. And him not being able to handle human like emotions didn’t help either. He only stared in disbelief and guilt as he couldn’t be there for you. He’s asked those around him what he should do when someone close to him cries, but never thought he needed to try the advice he was given with you. 

Your broken sobs did so much to his already aching heart. And hearing you scream into a nearby cushion made him even more angry. He wanted to purge whatever or whoever did this to you. You stared at his character, he was doing his mask idle due to his increasing anger and sadness watching you, which had only increased as you mumbled to him in broken sobs.  

“I w-wish y-you were h-here with me.”

His anger only increased, he tried so hard to keep his adeptal energy under control. Nothing could stop his racing mind and what could have happened to you out of playing the game. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. Seeing you in this much pain, straining to talk as you sobbed into a cushion, didn’t help his urges. 

He calmed down as he saw your sleeping face. You dozed off, and his eyes were stuck on your resting eyes. A wave of peace had cleared his angry head, his fists now relaxing. As your screen dimmed, his voice was faint and soft.

“Nothing will make you cry ever again when I’m around, I swear it.”

EI

Your tears fell as you stared at the Raiden Shogun, the puppet, in the character screen. Sensing your saddened presence, Ei had switched her consciousness to see what that matter was. Her eyes widened as you stared at her with a heavy breath and shaky eyes. She didn’t understand what had gotte you so upset. 

Seeing you cry hurt her so much as she stared at you through the puppet’s eyes. Ei wanted nothing more than your happiness to last for eternity. Her electro energy was becoming too much, while her consciousness possessed the puppet you had stared at. Her electro ball animation seemed a lot more aggressive than normal as she heard your screaming voice. 

“I wish you were here with me!”

She felt touched at first that you wanted her with you. She wanted you with her too for so long. But your scream made her anger even more prominent. She couldn’t bring herself to look away as you choked back sobs, your breath uneven. The more you calmed down, the more she started to relax. 

She saw your exhausted, tear stained face and felt her heart, outside the puppet, long for your embrace. She wanted nothing more than for you to be in her Plane of Euthymia, where no one would ever hurt you. Your soft breaths made her smile as your tears stopped. As the screen dimmed, her soothing voice spoke. 

“You will be safe with me soon enough, my dearest creator.”

YAE MIKO

She seemed confused at first as you were stuck on the character menu. But seeing your tears made her quickly understand what was going on. Someone had hurt you, and they needed to be dealt with. Your crying got louder and she couldn’t help her growing anger. 

Just as you stuttered out words, a bird had flown to her finger before her very angry fox spirit friend tried to bite it. She may have been smiling, but her anger was bubbling over. Hearing your weak and stuttering voice speak pulled her attention away from her angry fox spirit. She felt so honored to hear those words from you. 

“I-I w-wish y-you w-were w-with m-me.”

She had to hold herself back from electrifying everything right there in the menu. She was so focused on who had done this to you, she had started to plot. She wanted to humiliate and hurt those that had disgraced you. No one should be treating a deity of your caliber with such disrespect. 

Yae Miko smirked as she saw you shrink and fall asleep on the place you were sitting. The more the screen dimmed, the more her eyes glowed with mischievous intent. She hummed to herself as she plotted the demise of those that made you cry. Her voice was smooth as she hummed her words through her teeth. 

“My my, your protection will soon come from the familiar of the Electro Archon my dear god, so please have patience with me~.”

NAHIDA

Nahida wanted to understand why you felt so sad. She was only a baby Archon after all, she looked to you for guidance on human emotions seeing as you had similar ones. But your crying to her had worried her, as she was ill-equipped to help. Nothing in her mind mattered, only you smiling down on her and giving her your happy aura.

She thought of so many ways to try to cheer you up. She did her string to people idle, trying her best to remind you that she is your friend and is there for you. She did what she could, trying to show you how much you were cared for. Her heart broke as she realized her efforts weren’t working. 

“I wish you were here with me.”

She smiled up at you, noticing how the tears stained your face. She was so grateful that a deity like you wanted her, even if she was an inexperienced Archon. She had worshiped you greatly, and only wished to see you smile. Her mind wasn’t on those that had hurt you, but on you feeling better at the moment. 

Seeing you fall asleep brought a smile to her face. You being asleep brought her hope that she could finally meet you in your dreams and bring you comfort. She looked at your now relaxed face, your screen dimming. Once you had fallen into a calm slumber, her voice spoke in hopes to bring you reassurance in your sleep. 

“I promise to protect you in your dreams, so no more tears, oh wise one!”

WANDERER

You were staring at him in the character menu, as tears rolled down your face. It scared him, thoughts of worry and panic, thinking he had done something to displease you. But the more you just stared at him, the more he could tell that it was something else that bothered you. Anger replaced the panic as you started to sob.

He never understood how human emotions worked, and a deity like you having those emotions were new to him. The more your soft sobs caught his ears, the more uncomfortable he felt. He started summoning his anemo ball, doing the start of his idle, but the anemo ball kept getting bigger the longer he held it. The anemo energy then dissipated as he was surprised by your mumbling. 

“I wish you…were…here with me…””

He was caught so off guard when you said that. He felt like it wasn’t fair for you to say that out of nowhere, especially when you were this sad. He thought you were joking, you wanting a puppet like him to be with you to help bring you comfort. He looked into your eyes and saw the exhaustion in them. 

Seeing you fall asleep in front of him was like a gift. He knew it would help you feel better, but something in him wanted to cuddle you while you drifted off. Anger gripped him once more, how could anyone make you cry was the only thought in his head. Subconsciously, he spoke, hoping you heard him.

“Those lousy vermin don’t deserve you. They will know their place once I’m with you.”

FURINA

Furina never understood how to handle someone crying, especially since she was one to bottle up her emotions and hide them away from others. But seeing you like this made her softly smile, it meant you trusted her to be emotional and raw. The next emotion that came barreling in was anger. Anger at those that had made you so sad. 

Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to cheer you up from the other side. She started holding her water seahorse as she was doing her idle, trying to cheer you up. Her face was left with a shocked expression as she held her water seahorse closer, not ready for you to mumble out to her. 

“I wish you were here…with me.”

Those words made her eyes flutter to yours. You wanted her, no one else, her to be with you as you cried. Her ego and stature wad boosted as she straightened her posture. She wanted to reach a hand out to your cheek to stroke your tears away. 

Her sense of justice was strong, and she’d bring anyone to justice in your name. Especially if they had made you cry like this. The screen dimmed as she was so focused on your crying state. She was so caught up in her theatric mind, she didn’t notice either you falling asleep and her loud proclamation that you swore you heard. 

“I will make laws just to make it so if anything makes you cry, they will have to stand justice in front of the Hydro Archon herself!”

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette wasn’t ready for you to stare at him in the character menu with teary eyes. He wasn’t new to tears and sadness, but your sadness was something fresh to him. He wanted to do something about it, wanting to bring those to justice if they had hurt you. Little droplets of rain started to fall around him. 

He did his rain idle as his sadness increased, seeing you stuttering through your cries. He was saddened that the one being he looked up to felt so much sadness. There was a guilt as he felt happy that someone as important as you could have vulnerable moments. The surrounding rain in his idle poured harder as you stuttered out something softly in your tears.

“I w-wish you w-were h-here with m-me.”

He couldn’t stop his rain animation after hearing you speak. Your vulnerable voice and stutters made his eyes widen, he couldn’t bring himself to think that you could be this hurt. It worried him as he only wanted to be with you. He wanted to comfort you properly and not from the confines of code and screen that held him. 

The rain started to stop as he saw you falling asleep. He understood that you had a raw emotional moment and only thought that sleep was much needed. He thought of ways to bring those that made you cry to trial, not sure how they would get there in the first place, however. The screen dimmed more as he only stared at you. 

“Those who made you cry will be judged by the Oratrice itself. So save your tears, my lovely god, for when we can cry together.”

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[thee-apple-of-my-eye]

I can’t explain why but the Genshin fandom treats Anemo boys like they’re One Direction and idk how to feel about it

[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.

© anemohottie on Tumblr. Please don’t repost, translate, or copy my work, thanks!

[calcifiedunderland]

The Five Senses of the Archons

— Moments with the Archons of Teyvat shines like gold in your heart.

gn! Traveler! Reader with Zhongli, Venti, & Raiden Shogun

(Nahida (platonic), Furina, Mavuika ver. )

Taste - Zhongli

You hummed while you walked through the busy Liyue streets, dodging the odd decoration and person. Lantern Rite was always busy, but it seemed that last-minute preparations were being made. You ducked under a kite, your laughter abruptly cut off as the child holding the string darted past your legs. You would’ve nearly fallen over if someone hadn’t caught you.

“Ah, Traveler. I’m pleased you made it for the Lantern Rite,” you gazed into Zhongli’s warm amber eyes as he set you upright. You couldn’t help but smile back at him, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Soon enough, the two of you ambled down Liyue Harbor, your arm tucked into his. “We’re here,” Zhongli’s smooth, baritone voice took you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, gazing up at Iron Tongue Tian. Zhongli had walked you all the way to Third Round Knockout. You turned to look up at him, and found that he was already watching you with a soft smile. Soon, the two of you were seated, and listening to the storyteller recount tales of Rex Lapis. “This tea is a popular blend,” Zhongli said quietly, so he didn’t disturb the other guests. “It was said that Rex Lapis favored this blend long ago.”

Your lips quirked upward in a smile, “you don’t say?” You murmured to him. Softly, you clinked teacups together, and you watched Zhongli sip elegantly out of the corner of your eye. You raised your cup, closed your eyes, and drank. The complex flavor of the tea spread on your tongue, and the aroma filled your nostrils pleasantly.

You supposed no mere mortal could reach Celestia, but tasting the same tea together as the Geo Archon, listening to stories of Liyue while the warm Lantern lights washed over you both, was close enough.

Sound - Venti

The tavern is busier than usual, you sipped your drink. You were back in Mondstadt for the Windblume festival, and of course you couldn’t miss visiting Angel’s Share for the evening. All around you, people laughed and clinked kegs of Dawn Winery’s finest. You overheard a lyre strumming behind you. You smiled warmly when you saw a bard you were very familiar with, raising your glass to him.

Venti the bard grinned at you, laughter in his voice and wind in his feathered hat, “fancy seeing you here, Traveler! In honor of your presence, I’ll play your favorite~” The boy winked at you, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He cleared his throat, and the chatter of Dawn Winery died down. Even though Venti took the appearance of a Mondstadter, you couldn’t help but feel the air of reverence in the Winery air.

Venti strummed his lyre, and began singing a bright, jaunty tune about a story you hadn’t heard. Music filled every corner of the Winery, and soon patrons were up and dancing. Everyone clapped in rhythm, and somehow you were jostled right next to Venti. Your teal-clad friend grinned at you, shoes tapping on the bar table, and you pointedly ignored Charles’ shouts to get off. Venti winked at you, careful to avoid knocking over kegs and glasses as he started up his song again. The people crowded in Dawn Winery cheered, stomping and clapping and dancing in unison.

And yet, in the chaos as the humble bard boy sang to the room full of patrons, it felt as if the god’s song was only meant for you.

Touch - Raiden Shogun

You supposed that, when the Raiden Shogun herself summoned you, there was no choice but to obey. Fortunately, you had no complaint. Your meeting at Inazuma City started curtly. After all, the two of you clashed swords not long before. After a few halting words, you pieced together that Ei wished to personally invite you to the Palace of Narukami to view the Naganohara firework’s show. You were quiet, and you hadn’t realized how much time had passed until you met Ei’s eyes, and saw something like nervousness and sorry inside them.

It goes to say that even the Almighty Shogun of Eternity wanted a friend to spend time with during a festival.

So, after nodding, she wasted no time leading you up the Palace. The staff gawked at you, although you guessed that it wasn’t specifically you they were looking at. Merely the shock that the Raiden Shogun had a guest over. Although, at some point during your stay, you felt yourself grow drowsy while sitting next to Ei. She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder, and heard you softly breathing. A strange sensation, but the Raiden Shogun would allow it.

She felt you stir awake as the festival began. You heard the loud pop! of Naganohara’s fireworks, and your closed eyelids you saw the flashes of light. You stayed slumped against her shoulder, her arm around you, and silently you both watched the fireworks overhead. No words passed between you, but slowly her cheek dropped onto your head. You felt her relax against you.

As the fireworks stopped, she cleared her throat. “It’s only proper that I escort you to the entrance. Come, Traveler.” You nodded, too tired to politely deny. The two of you walked in rhythm, the backs of your hands barely brushing. She was about to pull away when she felt the weight of your hand drop into hers. Instinctively, she tightened her grasp on it. Your hands remained intertwined until you parted at the gate. As Ei went back to her chambers, she could still feel the warmth of your hand in hers, and the weight your head on her shoulder. Fleeting, and yet eternal all the same.

Back in your own room, you flexed your hand. You could still feel the touch of the God of Eternity’s hand, tingling, electric. You hoped it would never fade away.

—☄️🌪️⚡️

I wanted to try something new. This is my Genshin fic posted to tumblr!! Please consider leaving a like, comment or reblog!! Thanks for reading travelers 😘✨

~xoxo Calci

[moodmagicgirl]

Barbatos, the Anemo Archon 🍻

[arisewanekosuki]

Happy Birthday Venti!!

[arlucent]

Title: The Archive of Forgotten Loves

(Venti x Fem!Reader)

`✧ ˚ ◌ ༘ ⋆ 🌬️ 𓏲 ּ ֶָ 🍃 ⋆ ˚ ✧`

The Hidden Library

The door wasn’t supposed to be there.

You’d worked as a scribe for the Knights of Favonius for years, yet you’d never noticed the narrow oak door tucked between the theology and history sections. Its handle was shaped like a lyre, the wood carved with windblown patterns that seemed to shift when you looked away.

Curiosity won. You turned the handle—

—and stepped into a cathedral of forgotten stories.

The air hummed with static energy, like the moment before a storm. Towering shelves stretched endlessly, their contents glowing faintly: books bound in leather and silk, scrolls sealed with wax that shimmered like stars, even delicate glass bottles containing what looked like trapped sighs.

At the center stood a pedestal.

On it rested a single book, its cover the pale blue of a dawn sky.

You reached for it—

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you."

A hand caught your wrist.

Venti stood beside you, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something sharper. His fingers were colder than they should’ve been.

"This place," he said quietly, "doesn’t like uninvited guests."

`✧ ˚ ◌ ༘ ⋆ 🌬️ 𓏲 ּ ֶָ 🍃 ⋆ ˚ ✧`

The Living Archive

The book pulsed under your touch when you ignored him and opened it anyway.

Pages flipped on their own, settling on an illustration: a figure with feathered wings, kneeling in a field of crushed cecilias, their hands outstretched to a hooded mortal.

You recognized the wings.

Your gaze snapped to Venti.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Ah. So much for subtlety."

The shelves around you groaned, books rearranging themselves. The air thickened with whispers—voices of the dead, the forgotten, the loved and lost.

"You’re Barbatos," you said.

He flinched.

Not at the name, but at the way you said it—without reverence, without fear. Just quiet realization.

The book in your hands trembled, its pages fanning open to reveal a new line of text:

"He remembers every name. Yours is the one he tries to forget."

`✧ ˚ ◌ ༘ ⋆ 🌬️ 𓏲 ּ ֶָ 🍃 ⋆ ˚ ✧`

The God’s Confession

Venti shut the book with a snap.

"Enough," he hissed—not at you, but at the archive itself. The walls shuddered in response.

You didn’t back down. "How long have you been hiding this place?"

"Longer than you’ve been alive." His voice was raw. "This archive... it collects what the world abandons. Love letters. Final words. Promises that never made it home."

A beat of silence.

"And you?" you asked. "What does it collect from you?"

His smile was brittle. "Regrets."

The truth unfolded like a map:

- The archive was alive, a sentient thing that fed on memories too painful to keep.

- Venti had been its caretaker for centuries, trading fragments of his past to keep it from starving.

- And now, it wanted you.

"Why me?" you whispered.

He looked away. "Because you listen."

`✧ ˚ ◌ ༘ ⋆ 🌬️ 𓏲 ּ ֶָ 🍃 ⋆ ˚ ✧`

The Transformation

You woke in the archive three days later, ink pooling in your veins.

It started with dreams—flashes of lives you never lived, loves you never knew. Then the whispers: names, pleas, laughter, all tangled in your mind like vines.

Venti found you curled between the shelves, your fingers stained blue.

"It’s begun," he said, voice hollow.

You clutched his sleeve. "Make it stop."

"I can’t." His hand hovered over your cheek. "Not unless you let me erase you from its memory."

You shook your head.

His breath hitched. "Then you’ll become its new keeper."

The change was agony.

Books bled into your skin, their stories etching themselves into your bones. You screamed as the archive rewrote you, turning flesh into parchment, blood into ink.

When it ended, you were something else.

Not quite mortal. Not quite divine.

The Librarian of Lost Loves.

`✧ ˚ ◌ ༘ ⋆ 🌬️ 𓏲 ּ ֶָ 🍃 ⋆ ˚ ✧`

The Divine Ending

Venti visited every day.

Sometimes he brought wine. Sometimes he brought silence. Always, he brought guilt.

"You didn’t have to do this," he murmured one evening, watching you reshelve a sobbing tome.

You paused. "You’ve been alone with this burden for centuries. Why shouldn’t I share it?"

He laughed, but it cracked halfway through. "You make it sound so simple."

"It is." You reached for his hand. "I remember now. All of it. The rebellion. The war. The first keeper—that poet you loved who withered away trying to contain this place."

His fingers tightened around yours.

"You’re not alone anymore," you said softly.

Outside, the wind carried a new song—one of mourning, and of hope.

`✧ ˚ ◌ ༘ ⋆ 🌬️ 𓏲 ּ ֶָ 🍃 ⋆ ˚ ✧`

The Weight of Centuries

Months had passed since your transformation into the Archive’s Keeper. The whispers of forgotten loves no longer frightened you—they lived in your veins now, humming like a second heartbeat.

Venti still visited every evening.

Tonight, he arrived with a bottle of dandelion wine and a strange, restless energy. He perched on the edge of your desk, his boots kicking absently against the wood as he watched you reshelve a particularly weepy volume of unrequited sonnets.

"You’re staring," you said without looking up.

"Am I?" His voice was light, but there was something underneath—a tension that hadn’t been there before.

You turned. Moonlight spilled through the high windows, painting his face in silver and shadow. For once, his usual smile was absent.

"What’s wrong?"

He hesitated. Then, softly: "Do you remember the story of the Wind and the Star?"

You did. It was one of the archive’s oldest tales—a star who fell to earth for love of the wind, only to burn out in its embrace.

Venti’s fingers traced the rim of his wine glass. "I always hated that one."

"Why?"

"Because it’s a lie." He lifted his gaze to yours. "The star didn’t burn out. The wind let her go. He was afraid—afraid that if he held on too tight, he’d smother her light."

The air between you grew heavy.

You set down the book. "Venti—"

"I don’t want to let go." The words tumbled out in a rush, raw and unpolished. "Not this time."

`✧ ˚ ◌ ༘ ⋆ 🌬️ 𓏲 ּ ֶָ 🍃 ⋆ ˚ ✧`

The Real Confession

For a moment, the archive itself seemed to hold its breath.

Then you crossed the space between you, stopping just shy of touching him. "You never had to."

His breath hitched. "You don’t understand. I’ve lived this story before. I know how it ends."

"Then rewrite it."

You reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. His skin was cool beneath your fingertips, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—were alight with something ancient and aching.

"I’m not a star, Venti. I’m not going to burn out." You pressed your palm to his chest, feeling the rapid flutter of his heartbeat. "And I’m not one of your regrets."

He made a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. "When did you get so wise?"

"Since I started reading your terrible love ballads."

That startled a real laugh out of him, bright and startled. Then his hands were framing your face, his forehead resting against yours.

"Say it again," he whispered. "Please."

You smiled. "I love you, you ridiculous god."

His lips found yours in the space between heartbeats, sweet as stolen starlight.

Somewhere in the archive, a new book appeared on the shelves—its pages blank, its spine unmarked, waiting for the story you would write together.

[clouds-by-me]

ok but what if sagau but the creator!reader actually acts like how they expect the creator to act. Like imagine…

You open your eyes, and blink. The brightness of the world being something you hadn’t seen in a long, after who knows how long of your eyes being closed, glued shut, the opening of your eyes again hurt ever so slightly.

You looked around, you stood on a large platform, seemingly in the sky. A star shape with circles surrounding it, was engraved in the ground, and you stood in the center. You stood in a glowing purple goo puddle, it covered the bottom of your shoes, and slowly moved towards you with every passing second. You looked up, now seeing every body before you, all bowed at your feet.

You smiled, pleasantly at them. Your creations.

“You may now stand.” Though not loud, you were heard. Your archons all stood, now looking at your figure in awe. It was you, their grace, their creator. “What has happened while i was away? Teyvat does not look the same…”

Before anyone else, Zhongli spoke. “The land has changed, your grace. You’ve been asleep for eons. There’s been wars and-“ you cut him off.

“War? War over what? What have you to fight over? Have I not given you all of what you want and need?” You look away, looking at the land, the way everything looked, it was so beautiful…

“Your grace, people are power hungry, and greedy, awfully so in fact.” You hummed in acknowledgement, looking at them. By now the glowing goo was gone, and you walked to to the group, standing in front of Venti first. You wrapped your arms around him, your hands finding his back. Your fingers gazed his back as if looking for something. Not before long, when you reached the spot between his shoulder blades, you’d found what you were looking for. Venti smiled, and giggled blissfully, when you touched the anemo sigil.

A gust of wind blew at the contact.

Then you continued to repeat this process with each of the archons. On zhongli’s chest, on the back of Ei’s neck, nahida’s right wrist, behind furina left ear, the pyro archons left shoulder, and the Coro archons cheek just next to her eye.

You take a step back, to look at all of them. You smiled at them, at that moment the sun that was setting in the background shined a little brighter. The orange and pinks of the sky reflected off the clouds, and the wind flowed. Various of kinds of flowers floated on the wind gracefully.

The group started at you, hearts beating in their chest, as they watched you seemingly glow in the setting sun’s raise.

As you look at them, you see a flicker to someone they used to be, a version of themselves that you haven’t seen in a long time. For a second they were something, a group from long ago, your archons that you knew. The ones you made. When they go back to their present form, you see what they’ve become.

They’re different. New. Not what you expected, but the change was nice, and they changed in such different ways. The change was welcomed, and warm.

“My archons, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

[bahbzxxx]

If Venti weren’t immortal, I suspect that he would still look quite a bit younger than his actual age as he gets older. Definitely not in a “omg I will always look like a prepubescent little boy!” way, just that features about him are working in his favor; His skin is just naturally glowy and dewey (even with wrinkles), he has bright and vibrant eyes that have that youthful light in them, and has an overall vibrant and playful disposition that is authentic to him.

Like, he could be 40, but if he really was trying, he could pass off as a 28 year old. Maybe even younger, depending on where you meet him.

At the same time, I feel like he would get white/gray hairs earlier, which isn’t too much of a problem for him- I imagine he would balance growing them out to see what happens, as well as hair dye (he so would know how to style his own hair and make it look like it was touched up at a salon)

Oh my gosh, I do need a silver fox venti to ruin me

[belovedoftheanemoarchon]

We are basically on a date 🥰💖❤️🥺💕

God I love this man🥺❤️❤️

[ventisslut]

Source

[astraxxei]

thinking about lovesick corrupted yan venti 🤤

he was nice enough to give his darling their own room to “be nice” but they have a chain attached from thier ankle to the bed and its only long enough to go to the four corners of the room

thinkign ab how he doesnt think its noncon because it brings them clsoer together

thinking ab darling who just gor kidnapped and gets their ass punished for biting his dick mid bj

he would punish them by hurting them back lol

u should totally write ab reader biting his dick ( like as a way of attacking him ) and getting punished for it

yes this is a noncon request 😞

gn!reader possibly?

- :3

Hi :3 anon! OF COURSE I'LL DO TS. THE BITING IS SO FUNNY HELP ME.

✧.° - You belong to me, darling...~ ♡

ft VENTI from Genshin Impact.

WARNINGS : NSFW: SEXUAL THEMES. INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK. DARK CONTENT. ( :NONCON. Sadism/Masochism. Slight blood. Violence. Yandere themes. Character is a yandere. Reader is a victim. Degradation.)

Yandere! Corrupted! Venti. Reader uses they/them pronouns. Reader is gn. AU where corrupted Venti is the ruler of Mondstadt and reader is an innocent citizen. Oneshot: requested.

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Even ever since you knew about what Barbatos has become, you did not wish to leave your birth nation. Strange, yet endearing, that you had such a strong connection to your homeland that you didn't want to leave even while you knew that your archon had been corrupted with a mind full of malice and power and then... nothing. Destruction and despair, but you preferred to endure than run away. Scared and stunned, you ran and ran like a chased criminal from the wind. You had went out to buy some apples, but suddenly you felt like the breeze has been after you. You felt like this for a while, every single time you stepped foot out of your home, like something was chasing you, a strong desire to make you it's possession filling in it's blood.

But the wind blew so hard this time, it knocked you on a tree and you passed out. About time, because you've been losing sleep lately, you though before blackening out. You suddenly wake up and... You feel strange. Your head hurts, but you're on a soft bed. But you try to get up and...what is that you feel? Restraints? Chains locked in your ankle on the bed.

You realized you could only move to reach the corners of the small room. The chain attached to your ankle was starting to hurt, but you didn't notice that. More importantly, you were scared. You didn't know what was going on. Who was the one that chained you, restrained you, in a place you've never been before? You hear a faint laugh in the distance. Malicious laugh... sending shivers of terror down your spine.

The one climbing up the stairs to the little room you were currently in was no one other than the Anemo archon himself. Your eyes widen. You can't believe you got into this situation.

"B- Barbatos?!"

"Call me Venti, dear~"

His voice is sweet like sugar cubes, but it's scary and intimidating at the same time. He is average heighted, his glowing, pink eyes are staring into yours. His huge smile is spread across his face, and you swear that even in your weak vision you can see blood staining his delicate clothes.

"Look darling. You're mine from now on~ I gave you your own room~ I should be getting rewarded for being so kind and sweet...to my lover. Come here, and I will teach you how to show me your appreciation all day~"

Terrified, you shake your head as he walks towards you. You were scared, so scared, oh, what a monster...

You almost don't notice how swiftly you're being pulled towards him. You try to protest and squirm but his hand is grabbing your hair so hard it hurts and you almost cry out in pain. A malicious laugh is the response you're getting.

"Ahahaha! Look at you, trying to get away from the Anemo archon! This is a way for both of us to bond, you know...you should want it...You should be good to me...or else... I might do something you won't really like...my lovely dearie~"

You stop protesting as his hand on your hair is hurting you too much to handle. Before you realize it you're lowered down to his crotch and as he throws his clothing to the side you see his erection pent up proudly right in front of your face. Your eyes widen at the sudden realization of his size, but you remember, he's a god, so you're not anymore surprised. He looks down at you mischievously and smiles widely as he runs his hand through your hair.

"See that? Well, you better take care of it. I don't have all day."

You sigh in despair of how you got yourself into this situation. You part your lips and start taking it slowly inside your mouth, sucking slowly and looking up at him with a slightly indifferent look. You see his flushed face as he grabs your hair tighter and pulls your head towards himself roughly, the sounds of pleasure escaping his mouth as soon as he feels yours around him.

"Aaah~ Mmph~ Haah~"

He tastes so good. You don't want to admit it to yourself, but you like it. You really like the sensation. But at the same time...you get slightly annoyed. You've been denied freedom and a good life because of this faulty archon, and now he's forcing you to suck on his dick? You feel absolutely degraded. You decide you can't tolerate this, no, for your nation, and your own sake, you can't.

Without even thinking you bring your teeth to bite down. Not too hard, but enough to cause pain. You see Venti's eyes widen and tear up slightly as he lets out a pained squeal and pulls back from you immediately.

You pant and breathe heavily, looking at him as your saliva is connecting your mouth with his tip. Suddenly he looks down at you with a very angry expression and before you know it a hard, sudden slap makes it's way across your face.

"That hurt, you fucking whore!"

Your vision goes foggy. You whimper and place your trembling hand on your cheek. The chain is still tied to your ankle. You look up at him, shaking. He looks down at you, breathing heavily, but seemingly less angry than before. He kneels down and his hand quickly wraps around your neck. It's really hard, and it hurts. You try to whimper out your words.

"..'m sorry..sor- hnn..."

He lets go of your neck and smiles. "This is what you get for being a disobedient slut. Don't worry, I still love you though~ disobedient or not, you're just my adorable little toy..."

He looks down at you with a wide, mischievous smile and caresses your cheek.

"...and I'm going to do anything in my power to make sure you understand that you're mine and mine only. The feeling of me will be implanted in your brain forever. You belong to me, darling...~ "

~ ♡ ~

A/n: I have never written anything more toe curling in my whole life. Also I managed to not laugh while writting the biting part. I did not expect this to happen.

[itzyourfavcheyyy]

Say hi if you like Genshin!!!

[yuyinesque]

WINDBLUME BARD | “𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀…”

⚘ précis. = you’ve noticed changes in your lover’s temperament the closer the two of you have grown. they’re not negative changes, per se, but you’re having trouble comprehending how exactly a guileless face could inure such terrors.

⚘ disclaimers. = blind!gn reader x venti/barbatos, poetic writing (he’s a bard, hadda switch up my groove), the baby gust of air goes by they/them, major character death mention (the nameless bard), not proofread.

⚘ category. = sfw fluff/angst headcanons/drabble.

⚘ wc. = 708.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

𖤥 Venti is the ballet dancer to your boxer. While all bards possess the ethereality to poetically enact stories that pertain to universal crises, this surrealist in question is the one that stuck out to you the most. You like to imagine that when you're in their vicinity, listening to them charm the ecstatic crowds with their intangible anecdotes, ivory cecilias scampered to flourish each time the mysterious individual would ramble, their trusted diaphanous lyre rejoiced in their memorable tunes to influence the tear-inducing plots, and their guileless giggles mistaking songbirds for melodic flirts from their mates. You naturally developed the obsessive need to protect them, casually and uncharacteristically threaten the ones who would dare disrupt his silly stories, earning a mischievous titter from Venti. Especially since they've been assisting you and your cecity ever since you've moved to Monstadt.

𖤥 You didn't need it, but you didn't say anything, for you believed that they'd leave you alone since there was no reason for them to linger around you anymore. Meanwhile, you're their anticipated fan, adoring the fact that you're the first one there when they're going to sing another song. The nostalgia was overwhelming for the both of you; they could never forget how concerned you were when they received minor backlash that didn't move them in the slightest. It left quite the reputation. How fast you almost ditched your walking stick to follow the voice of their awkward replies to the said outsiders who dared treat them in such a way; it was truly an adorable sight to keep embedded within their memory for eons.

"Well, aren't you as sweet as an ambrosia apple? Ehehe, thank you! Buuut, if you really wanna ensure my peace, I accept libations in decanters, if you know what I mean~... Huh!? What do you mean I "seem" too young to drink!? I'm as old as the Anemo Archen themself!"

𖤥 Meanwhile, Barbatos is the boxer to your baller dancer. As the two of you've grown closer, you've learned a thing or two about the bard who derived from an Archon. Or perhaps is an Archon; your expression was utterly priceless when they confided in you! They would seem to carry more of an aura of an Archon the more you ponder about it; was it because they seemed rather... serene with you now? Previously, they were the personification of bustling billows of suffocating winds, but now the winds practiced tranquility, converting into whispering zephyrs who implored to tell you all the truths needed to understand their character. Their implores were merely in vain, resulting in the bard to continuously quaff down bounties of alcohol to subdue the helpless sentiments they wish not to sing about. To think that he was a retired boxer all this time, subtly swaying you away from the evil of Teyvat to avoid another important loss. The idea of losing you was overwhelming; the thought of being incapable of burying themself in those achromic eyes of yours as they serenaded you under the moonlight was heartbreaking.

𖤥 You could tell that something was bothering them that specific day with the way the tunes were drearier than usual, slower than before, and even some notes were uncharacteristically misplayed.

𖤥 These were one of the rare times they adored the fact that you couldn't see, but loathed the fact that they could. The more they doted at your concerned expression, the more their face suffused with crimson, the more their under eyes surged, reddened, and swelled with disruptive tears, and the more their throat seethed with fears they failed to subdue. Although it's been a while since they last cried to someone, they refused to ruin such an amazing time with you. Because of such, they wiped out their doe, viridian eyes with a feigned giggle, scooting closer to you in order to cuff your hand, which only proceeded to worry you even more.

"Very intuitive. Hehe, as expected from my flawless lover. There's something that's been pestering me a bit, but don't you go worrying about it. Even Archons need to feel something every once in a while. Come on, come on! Let's indulge more in each other, I promise that your presence will wash every dread I have stored in my heart."

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.

[roseapov]

Freedom of choice

Venti/Barbatos x GN!Reader

The warning: Mentions of obsession, imprisioning in a sleep, manipulation, use of divine powers

Spoilers to Mondstadt Main Story

Povtober 2023, Day 8 [Masterlist]

Barbatos first met you, when Dvalin was corrupted by the Abyss. He was searching for his dragon friend to help him, when he saw another person, you. You were tending to dragons wounds and he seemed totally calm around you, unlike for the others where he acted hostile.

It immediately picked his interest, as he chose to hide and observe you for a little longer. He felt an invisible force drawing him to you, yet he decided to ignore it, to watch you longer whilst ignoring the painful sting in his heart.

When you entered the city for the first time, he planned your meeting to be as charming as possible, to lure you in and tell him all your secrets. The white pigeons surrounded him whilst he played his lyre, under a big statue of the Anemo Archon - Barbatos.

He instantly caught your eye, and he seemed to brighten even more for his crowd. After his performance he didn't wait for any applause like usual, but instead went straight to you.

You were so.. you, he never met someone like you before, so please, let him write a poem for you.

He quickly got charmed by you, firstly as a Barbatos and secondly as Venti.

Yet, he never told you about his feelings, no no, he wouldn't dare to. What if you would feel pressured to answer him and say yes, but don't even mean it? He can't have that, as a God of Freedom it's against his principles. That's why he found another solution.

As fast as he barged into your life, then as fast he made himself comfortable and at home, right by your side. You also couldn't help but start to feel comfortable around that goofy bard, which led you to trust him with all your heart, as he became your safe space.

But once you fell asleep on his lap, it was over. He wouldn't pressure you into doing anything, and yet he still created an alternative reality for you. A cage with the illusion of freedom, BUT it still had freedom, so everything was fine for him.

A reality, where you could do whatever you want, without the risk of being in danger. Despite the other people acting weird to you, you never really questioned it as Venti was always by your side, travelling the world with you, averting your attention from everyone else.

You never got bothered by your fuzzy memories, not when you have a companion who can make you feel better in an instant.

He never told you, yet he used his divine powers to stop your time, and took your consciousness into a place that never met the threats of the time.

When you finally fell in love with him, and was willing to stay with him forever only then he ended the sleep, but in a way that you never knew you were in a sleep at all.

He manipulated you and the situation into making you believe that yesterday you confessed to him in the Stormterror's lair, and he graciously accepted it. You both were on your way home, and this is where playing with this fake reality ended.

When you woke up in your bed in the next morning, you were in a real world again, but it's not like you knew about it anyway.

Venti looked just the same as 'yesterday', but why did everyone else look much older? Did you missed something? Why does the Mondstadt look different? You didn't know, but thinking about it was giving you deadly migraines.

Your new lover was now happily comforting and massaging you, knowing that you chose him from everyone else with your own freedom of choice.

He's so glad you decided to offer him all your freedom, to him, to your God. Oh you didn't? Not yet then.

What was he mumbling about? Oh, don't mind it, it wasn't important anyway.

First fic with Genshin Impact characters in Povtober 2023 AND in total. That's a great feat Venti💚 It was really hard to find his pic that would show his personality as both Venti and Barbatos, but I think I managed it well💚 If this work have any grammar mistakes, I'm going to fix them this weekend, See you soon 🔜

~roseapov