Fennec

Venti

He'll notice fairly early on in your relationship that you have both of these issues. Venti will do everything in his power to make things easier for you and in a non-noticeable way that he's helping. He'll comfort you during anxiety attacks and do his best to lessen the effects. When it comes to insomnia, he'll use his Archon powers, playing a soft tune to lull you into a deep slumber. After he'll sit at the edge of your bed and talk to himself as if he's talking to you. He'll look at his fingers as he talks to himself, fiddling with his fingers, voice soft, talking about all the things he wants to say to you while you're awake, but is too afraid to. With a soft kiss to your forehead, he'll leave the room to go do some work.

Baizhu

He's a doctor and a pharmacist, and of course, he notices. He'll confer with you about melatonin and anti anxiety medication if he deems it necessary, but he tries not to resort to that. When it comes to your anxiety, he's very helpful. He'll drop certain responsibilities just to tend to you, other patients? No, but research? Yes. A rare herb that he finally found? Dropped to help. And your insomnia, he makes soothing smelling insents and herbal tea to help soothe you. He'll pat your back in a slow rhythm to slow your heart rate, telling your body it's time to rest. He does all these soft things, his voice gentle and loving. Changsheng is nicer to you than others. She's still sassy and says rude things, Baizhu scolds her more though.

You and venti are maybe two-thirds into the horde when you swing your claymore particularly hard and your back gives out. I mean... it's a giant fat sword, heavy as shit. Your poor back has been screaming for about 20 minutes into the fight, begging your body to last just a bit longer, but no. Claymore slams to the ground and slides away from you as your legs and back cave and you slam face first into the dirt below.

All venti sees is you falling limp to the ground. And that's it. He sets off multiple vortexes around sucking the rest of the monsters into them and he sprints. He nearly falls himself on his way to you. He drops to his knees when he gets to you and he is hyperventilating already, visually looking for injuries. No blood, your chest still rising and falling, and those two things together lessen his fear, he urgently and as carefully as possible rolls you over. Your nose bleeding from slamming into the dirt, you're still conscious and you look tired.

"NUH UH, NOPE! NOT TODAY, NOT NOW!"

SMACK right across your face not soft either. Pain explodes on your cheek and you stare up at him with a face that screams "what the fuck?" Venti is teary eyed, he keeps his hands on you as much as possible like he's scared you'll disappear.

"No sleep now, what happened I heard a snap... is your back?"

He sniffles hard, and tears start falling all while you are laying there confused. The Crack he heard was your back, but it was your back popping, not something crazy like it breaking.

"I should've been paying more attention to you... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt"

He cries and hovers over you, very confused you grab his shoulder and make him look at you and you have to tell him you are physically fine, that your back gave out, having to explain to him that your claymore is heavy as shit.

"So you didn't break your back?..." He sniffles again

You assure him you are fine and that you might need help getting back to the city and all but perfectly fine... He just looks at you, blinks a few times, and starts laughing, he physically eases. He really thought he was about to lose you.

"I'm sorry, I thought you got really hurt, I got scared... I can't lose you, I really can't..."

He wipes his face clean and hugs you, this still hurts as your back gave out... but he looks so happy you're okay. He helps you up and looks around, all the slimes and hilichurls gone. He helps you hobble back to the city and get the help you need.

His voice so casual, but with him, one question turns into a few, your dream, was he is it, if not he asks why not... a small silly interaction he uses to brighten your day in case you woke up poorly. After all, he wants this to be a day to celebrate.

"Sooo... I have a few things planned—nothing too crazy I promise—just maybe a small picnic at Windrise, and we can gather flowers and make shitty flower crowns for each other... and then I don't really know, I want to fill the day with you, just you and me... you know?"

His little habit of letting his eyes wander the floor as he speaks shows, along with his fidgety fingers, he's nervous, he's thought of a million things to do today and none of them seem good enough for you. He wants to show you more than anything that today is for you. All his attention is for you, no small gigs at the tavern or at the statue. You. When you don't object to him, he looks up and gazes at you. He gently holds your hand, his calloused thumb brushing over your knuckles and the back of your hand.

"I've really thought about today a lot... I'm proud? Eager, maybe? I can't quite place it, I'm too happy to put it in any words... and I'm the poet here." He let's out a soft sigh, a light blush on his cheeks as he drops his gaze to your hand, holding it. "I uh... I really want you to know that I'm proud of you and that I love you... and I want more anniversaries like today. You mean the world to me, and I want to show it."

The whole time he's talking, he keeps trying to look in your eyes as he speaks, but he knows he'd cry a little if he did. He loves that you bring out such genuine feelings from him, he loves you, and all of the small things you do that make his heart flip into this throat. You make him lose his eloquence, his bard facade, his whole mask. And he wants you to. He wants so much yet too little when it comes to you. You give him so much without realizing it, and he takes what he can get. He wants all of it, all of you.

He presses a soft kiss to your nose, the your cheek, his hands cup you face, and he peppers your face in kisses, then he pauses, "... so pretty, " and he presses his forehead to yours. His thumbs caressing your cheeks. "I love you... and I cannot wait to love you more"

One particular day you're strolling around mondstat and helping a group, Razor, Bennett, And Klee. Klee is asking to go bomb fishing, Bennett questioning If that's a good idea, and Razor agreeing with Klee. You being the guardian in this situation explain bomb fishing will get Klee locked up in solitary again, so you redirect them to a less illegal activity and they're all in a calm circle drawing. Venti watches all of this and his heart is peirced by cupid all over again.

He remembers why he fell for you in the first place, a perfect fit for him. After you deal with them you walk off and Venti pops up behind you with a dopey grin on his face. "Acclimating to parenthood are we, dear Windbloom?" His arms wrap you in a hug and he giggles thinking his little quip is hilarious.

You find out he can shape shift from the traveler. That same night, you look very deep in thought, sad that venti dont tell you SHIT. Venti, as a sweet as can be, kisses your cheek.

"What's wrong, windbloom. You look like you're trying to cook the floor with your mind"

His light joke does some to lift your unease. But you still feel uneasy knowing he never told you such an important thing.

"Traveler told me you turned into Stanley to help fake Stanley... why didn't you tell me you could do that?"

He pauses, eyes a little wider now before he sighs.

"It wasn't important to tell you? It's not something I really do anyway, maybe a one-off thing..."

He always looks so uncomfortable and tired admitting things that are tied to him being an Archon. You know he's tired of being one.

He's not very happy when he talks about the "cool things" he can do as an Archon. He really gets tired of it. He tries his best to be a normal person but often has to face the facts, that he's truly the farthest thing from.

He doesn't want you to know most of the inhuman things he does. He almost didn't tell you he was an Archon at all. All because, in his eyes, he's too much when an Archon... he just wants to be venti, a human, in love, and with you. It takes him forever to really open up about his Archonhood and many other dark secrets he has.

Venti is a joy of mine, and if he is to you, YOU should ask me to write ANYTHING about him you want! Haha YAY! I am running out of ideas, yall. All the usual stuff, don't repost elsewhere, AI, Yada, Yada, Yoda.

You hand your pass to the lady checking the passes, she scans yours, and the machine blinks and gives a... less than enthusiastic beep... "Go into that line. Seat changes." At least it's not an over booking I guess. She hands back both passes, and you get into line... again. It's certainly not a quick process. Once you're at the counter, you hand your passes over yet again, and the lady across from you states, "Apologies for the seat changes. It's a different aircraft. Here's your new seat. Enjoy the flight." As she hands you your passport and a new boarding pass. Like hell you will, enjoy a long flight? Good gracious.

You slowly inch forward—IN ANOTHER FUCKING LINE—to get onto the aircraft. Tucking your carry-on suitcase in the overhead bin, you find your seat. 32D and aisle seat on this HUGE FUKCING PLANE... Greaaat... PING. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. Venti. He sends a string of texts saying to be safe and to have a good flight, or, aka. Don't die on a plane, pretty please. You send a short text back along the lines of "Of course, thank you for worrying, can't wait to come back home and see you again!" Venti likes the message, such a sweetie.

The messages ease the pain in both your anxiety riddled heart and pained legs. Walking in an airport is not for the weak. You switch your phone to airplane mode and place it in your pocket. The safety demonstration starts, and you kinda block it out as you look around. This plane is huge, three seats on both left and right sides, and a middle row of four seats each...

Before you know it, the plane starts moving, and you ready yourself, because the worst part—okay ONE of the worst parts—is about to start, take off, a pit already forming in your stomach. A small seed takes root deep in that pit. The roots are already tugging at the bottom of your stomach. The build-up is excruciating. The wheels of the plane lift off the ground and the cabin shakes, it dips and lifts, causing that seed to pull up into your diaphragm over and over, feeling your stomach flip and lift, and with the loud sound of the jets... it's overwhelming. Once it's over, your stomach settles, not sick, just that normal fear of falling took over a bit...

And now... you have... hours... so much time... you fiddle with that back seat screen a bit before you pull down the tray table and place your neck pillow on it, sliding your headphones on you plant your head in the donut hole of the pillow and fall asleep, not the best position for those with no ass and back problems, but don't worry I too feel these pains. Next, I think you know you're lifting your head to see the little push cart handing out food... thank god. You wait your turn and are handed a meal onto your tray table, and... with not much else to do, you dig in. It's not bad per se, just not the best.

There is still so much time to kill you. Watch a few movies on the back seat screen. you check your phone a few times... nothing... its as if THERES NO INTERNET. but hey... its like opening the fridge when your'e hungry, over and over as if new food will randomly spawn. being productive on a plane is incredably hard, like... what are people actually doing on plane flights? i sure as hell don't know.

you fall asleep again at some point and wake up right before the actual worst part. desending. that little seed pulls at your stomach again, thumping against your heart and fliping it inside-out. the plane shakes, and your insides tumble. landing sucks, it's loud, and shakes the plane hard. It's horrid. getting off is relatively fine, but it is time-consuming.

you get your barings and fing your way out. and there's that disgusting green car you know all too well. peering in, you can see him. pensive, tapping the wheel. I'm not in sync to a song, but in a worried one, he hasnt seen you yet, and you can tell. His brows are knit as he scans for your face. They melt away as they do find you. He slips out of the car and runs you to you, "Windbloom, hurry, get your things in the car!" already picking up your stuff and putting it in the car.

He's practicaly buzzing as he slides back into the drivers seat, waiting for you to hop in as well. once you do, he drives off with rapid-fire questions. "Was everything alright? Was it fun? did anything bad happen?" barely able to register anything due to how tired you are, "Sorry what? I'm a little out of it, hon."

seeing your tired face, he slows down with his questions as he drives the both of you home. the drive over all is you either complaining about some of the logistics of the trip or about the cool things you were able to do. venti us happy that you had some semblance of fun in another country and he wishes he could have been there to see your face every step of the way.

As he pulls into the driveway, your eyelids fight to stay open. He parks and helps you with your stuff by bringing it inside for you, settting them down he lures you to bed, lying you down and cuddling up with you. his arm slung across you as he gently pats your back, your face in the crook of his neck, breathing steady, the sick feeling from the flight disolving into a faint memory as Venti holds you. the calm of his voice as he blabs about his time while you were gone, his affirmitive hums as you swear you're awake and listening, his lips gentle youn your temple as you drif off, sleep consuming your body, limp against your warm boyfriend.

its more than just cloud 9, your dreams are genuinely restful, you missed the feel of him against you, how he clings to you in his sleep. its more than just clingyness is the love and adoration he shows in everyday life, and oh how you missed it. the aches in your body seem irrelivent, the world fades to just you, and him.

"Lovely... Oh, how i missed my dear windbloom in my arms... may you never leave them again... even if i can not bind you to me... I hope and pray you look away... please, stay mine."

I hope everyone that got to the end enjoyed it, sorry if there are typos, i am no re-reading this shit as it is a whole TWO days after i thought this up so, fuck me in the ass and call me Lucas, i am more than tired. i still have bitch ass school too guys... but if you did get this far comment your favorite part and any recomenations you have for Venti x Readser fics i could write, as i abso-fucking-lutely love him <3

For a few days the team is kinda on edge, something is so clearly going on with Herman, and not a single one of them asks about it. Robert on the other hand has to, he needs to make sure the supers he's dispatching are at 100% so they can the best results and what not. So after shift Robert heads to the break room with his team, and he places a hand on Waterboy's shoulder and just asks.

"Hey, Waterboy, is everything alright recently? You've been looking down for a while now, Is someone up? Are you getting bullied again?"

Robert is so caring to all of the team when they need it. So when he asks, Waterboy just breaks. Like a tsunami, his words stumble out, it's all rushed, and he's stuttering like hell. Robert can't even catch up, neither can the rest of the team before poor Waterboy is trembling and trying his utter best not to cry.

"Woah, woah, slow down, tell us one thing at a time."

Robert helps Waterboy take deep breaths and the rest of the team is obviously worried

"My grandma died..."

As soon as he slows down and just says it, the rest of the team is taken aback. Because, what do you mean the sweet old lady that made Herman bring the oatmeal raisin cookies that she made for the team is gone? What do you mean the same lady who played uno and cheated every time is gone?

No, no. Not that sweet lady right? Of course not how could she be gone?

"You're joking right?"

Malevola asks rather worried, the first to actually ask anything after he said it. Waterboy just shakes his head and looks down, messing with his goggles trying not to cry, his bottom lip shaking as his next words stumble over themselves.

"S-she died a few n-nights-.. days ago... heart attack got- stole-... h-heart attack took her..."

The team is in shock, I mean why wouldn’t they be?

Surprisingly Flambae is the first to hug Waterboy, it's not long or a shitty side hug, just a normal hug.

"You coul've told us this, Wetwipe."

The rest of the team gives Waterboy a hug, everyone is upset. Even coupé is mildly roused, she enjoyed team uno with her. Prism is already trying to distract Waterboy with other things, more uplifting things, maybe topics he likes, even if she hates them. Malevola is the first to shed a tear. Golem gives a few words on how he enjoyed her cookies, and the weird 'scarf' she made him once.

They all reminisce and chat about the way she improved their lives, the way they enjoyed spending time with a crazy old lady, the way she'd make the most outlandish remarks. The team is genuinely heartbroken about her death, and Waterboy can finally tell.

"Why didn'tcha tell us sooner lad"

Punch up's question, everyone's question, asked to understand why they were kept in the dark.

"I-i was worried no one would've cared..."

To say they were apauled was the understatement of the century. They bombard Waterboy with questions, Robert having to step in to stop them.

"Hey, we're all hurt here, don't blame him. We're all assholes at the end of the day. Each and everyone of us. So why not join in grief together. Not apart."

Another sappy pep talk from Robert annoys and calms the team. They apologize and all fins ways to help.

Malevola bakes with Waterboy.

Prism try to teach him how to vape. (Robert stopped her)

Invisigal just has a weird heart to heart with him that seemed to help a lot, no one really knows what she told him.

Coupé just pats his shoulder.

Golem tries to share his music with him, the little ipod blasting music as much as it can.

Punch up tries to be a good emotional support for him, watching his back more during missions together.

Flambae calls him names less, and doesn't complain as much when he messes up.

Sonar goes on a 20 minute power point rant on why she was the best woman to ever live.

Phenomaman flies waterboy places and is just... phenomaman.

Chase gives Waterboy a hug when he finds out and spends more quality time with him.

Blazer offers words of encouragement and a shoulder to talk, cry, and scream on.

Robert gives Waterboy more chances to pick where the team goes for team-building exercises.