Platonic and romantic

Randomly thought of this, lokey need people to ask me to write stuff, if you have an idea for a venti fic I'll write anything at this point... I just need prompts...GN reader btw of not tell me WARNINGS?: Suggestive at most... mentions of death

Platonic:

Venti is a clingy person, not physically per sé, but clingy, he'll ask about your day and for details on things he really wants to know. Following you around just to hear your stories when you're busy.

Loves helping. If you ask for help with almost any task, he's more than happy to help. Will do his utmost to help in any way.

Will lightly tease, "I'll play you a song, but it'll cost you an apple." Type shit, more often than not it's, incredibly light teasing, or base level rage bait.

Laughs really loudly at really stupid remarks or stupid grammar errors you make. If you tell him you don't like it, he'll stop, but he really does find hilarious when people make really stupid grammar errors, like saying "Tiddled" rather than "Tickled"... very immature humor

Enjoys braiding your hair if it's long enough. If not, he likes to mess with small things, like fixing your shirt collar or flattening a flipped up sleeve. Or he causes them just to fix it. He wants to feel helpful.

Will link arms with you while walking. As long as he knows you're not someone who doesn't like being touched, he'll do small stuff like pat your shoulder and arms, but that's mostly it, he doesn't like pushing boundaries.

More than most often, pI will complain about wanting food. He never expects you to do anything about it. He just likes to complain to those he's comfortable with.

Asks to perform new songs to you to see what needs changing and how comfortable he is performing much harder songs he's practicing.

Small trinket gifts. Like a crow.

Hugs when asked, contrary to belief, he's not a big toucher or hug-er with most.

Lowkey clean freak. He'll hand you napkins or hand sanitizer when he thinks you need it. The sanitizer is unsented because he buys them in bulk and is the cheapest...

Likes showing you weirdly cool things, can't think of any particular example.

Romantic:

Cheek kisses are one of his favorites, both giving and receiving. Both quick and sweet, passing by? Cheek kiss. Mostly, random timed kisses are spontaneous.

More comfortable with touching, verbally asks what he's able to do rather than figuring it out.

Venti is very comunitve when it comes to boundaries and things that are allowed or can be reassessed later on.

He's a little spoon. He loves pressing his ear to your chest and hearing your heart beat. It's very comforting to know your real, his.

Have to drag him to bed from his desk when he's locked in on composing

Absolutely adores when you're sitting on a higher chair, and he can fit in between your legs and latch to your torso. Being able to gaze up at you is amazing for him. He loves worshiping his lover, even if it's silently.

It's probably the most suggestive of all, but he more than enjoys light to medium biting... mostly light bites to your shoulders and hands. But also, medium bites to the nape or clavicle area.

Holds your hand while walking. Don't like it because you have sweaty hands? No biggie, his hand will be on your lower back or in a place that he can show off you together. It's not that he's showing off to be an ass, but because he loves showing people that him, the green bard, got lucky.

He really sees himself as lucky and not like you've liked him for a long time. He DOES NOT chase people he likes. He is far too afraid for that, I mean, he's not scared of rejection, but how long it'll take for a perfect plan or moment, so he's so happy that he found you.

Probably a FREAK, but is on the down low about it. You probably would never know if you don't date him or if you never show interest in it. He most likely doesn't initiate most romantic things out of respect and a slight fear he'll mess up, and you'll leave him forever.

Gets nightmares of your death... and has nightmares when you two sleep apart. He'll never tell you, but he presses closer to you when he does have them. He'll also cry alone in the night because of them just carefully holding you while you sleep, knowing one day he'll hold you the same way, and you won't wake up like he hopes each night.

Deeply loves you, like it borders on obsession. If anything he's a very psychological yandere. He'll use small tactics just to keep you close, never anything false or rash, but things that keep you near and around so he can keep you safe.

ft. music teacher!Venti x f!reader  summary. the students he teaches have never seen him cry. Until today.  warning. sad (?) angst but its hurt/comfort now playing: ‘So This is Love’

“Alright! Who’s next?” Venti lightly calls out to the class with a bright grin. “C’mon now, it’s just one performance, don’t be shy!” 

The well-known and loved music teacher of the university, Professor Venti has always had this cheery grin on his face. A bubbly teacher, whose humor always lightens up the atmosphere and brings smiles to his students’ faces.

Today is no different and with a light and airy tone, he encourages his students, greeting them with a smile and a few words to keep his students' spirits high as they perform an activity he gave them the other day, which is to perform a song with any accompaniment of their choice. It’s a small activity, something that is usually done as warm-ups to larger scale activities so the students don't mind it much. 

Then the music starts playing, and the smile on his face strains.

He knows that intro. He knows it well. 

And god, he can feel the tears coming in. 

No, he tells himself. Not in front of the students.

But as Venti listens to the student sing, tears begin to blur his vision. 

He inhales, trying to maintain his composure, but the feelings of longing and… shit, he’s crying. There are tears falling down his cheeks and as the lyrics echo in the room, he lowers his head as he inhales again. 

It's your song. 

Synopsis: Meeting a young bard may have sealed your fate to a never-ending journey through Teyvat. Forever wandering and rewinding time. Fluff/Angst(?) Words: 700

"Hey, how many times have we looped time now?"

"Hmm... This is the 10,039th loop…"

"That much, huh…?"

"Yes."

"How much more do you think we'll need?"

"Possibly a few thousand more, but hopefully this is the last."

"No, this has to be the last."

"Barbatos, if this attempt fails yet again, please take care of things for me."

"Alright. You can rest now. I'll take care of things."

"Ah! Y/N! We meet again"

ˋ°•*⁀➷ anemo boys realizing they’ve fallen out of love with you

ˋ°•*⁀➷ venti, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou, wanderer x gn! reader

₊˚ angst!! very angst!! established (toxic) relationship, small amount of violence, cheating, mentions of alcohol

hypothetically

if i died hypothetically… what will you do?

summary: in which the reader asked them a hypothetical question and they curse the day it becomes reality. alternatively, how the genshin! characters react to reader's death

content warning(s): major character death, angst/ no comfort

character(s): scaramouche, xiao, venti

modern au! scaramouche

"babe, hypothetically speaking…"

scaramouche's head adorned by his crown of violet hair lays on their lap, his dark locks being gently combed by their nimble fingers. he hummed and closed his eyes to urge them to continue.

"if I die hypothetically--"

"no."

"babe, i haven't finished yet."

"no."

"no, like seriously," they said with a chuckle. scaramouche's eyes are now already wide open, glaring at them with obvious hate for the topic. yet the sharpness of his gaze is a sharp contrast to the way he currently holds their hand: soft yet firm, as if even the reaper is not allowed to take them from him. "if I die hypothetically what will you do?"

"no."

"what do you mean no?"

"no."

"babe…"

"no."

"scara, love…"

"no."

"no."

"no."

"no."

"no."

"no."

"no!" scaramouche's breath hitched as the only word that escaped his constricted throat is a mere one syllable word. he repeated the short word with another despaired cry. an anguished wail as the two cones of ice cream on his hands fell to the ground, completely forgotten and melted at the mercy of the hot pavement. "no…" another horrified murmur escaped his lips as he take in the sight before him. he can not even hear anything except for the sound of panic and cries to call the ambulance. "no, no, no…"

scara, felt himself shut the world, as the very person that stabilize him to the ground is in front of him… immobile. they sleep on the pavement of the road as a thick, warm red blankets their body. their eyes didn't even met his. it's inanimate, gone… just like as how the rest of the words that the cunning boy once knew became replaced by one word that fully express his grief. all that was left for him was to say, "no…" in pure guilt, in agony.

no, no, no, no… he screams and tear himself in his head as he blame his stupid self for everything. his hands found its way on his dark hair as he cries in pure pain. no, please, no… no… he bemoans, tears continuously falling from his eyes, the same thing he despised yet he now hated even more. no, no, no… what if he just stayed with them instead? what if he didn't stepped away for a moment and bought ice creams for the two of them? then maybe he'll still be holding a warm hand and not a cold and bloody one. no. oh no… no, no…please no. if only he was with them… if only he was there when someone accidentally pushed them… if only the car didn't hit them… "no…no…"

as scaramouche, the ever prideful, kneels on the harsh pavement with both of his knees… as the red started to seep into his entirety, he remembered the words they hypothetically asked that day. in which he answered 'no', repeatedly, it's a 'no'.

how ironic that when the hypothetical question became a reality and his only response truly became… 'no'.

                        modern au! xiao

"babe, hypothetically, if i die,"

a sharp hiss escaped xiao's throat as soon as he heard those words slip past their lips. the mere thought is blasphemy for him, an unimaginable imagine that he'd rather not have. and that's why he can not blame his eyes for narrowing in alertness and unsettlement as he waited for them to continue.

"what will you do?"

the edge to his gaze didn't lessen nor dull. solid amber remains cold, rigid, as the thought freeze each blood cell in his body and cold fear gripped his being. his gaze remained hard on them, unreadable of the muddled thoughts that run in a frenzy in xiao's head.

"i…" he started, trying to makes his voice softer. he racked his mind to find the right words to give them but in the end, what his tongue presented to them was his honest, straightforward answer. "i will never let that happen." he stated, full of conviction, more to himself than them. it is a vow that he etched to the very fiber of his heart's muscle and there it'll stay 'til his heart beats. "just call my name if you're in danger, call my name whenever you need me… i'll always answer your call."

a static noise suddenly filled his ears. it blurred his memory and drowned his reminiscing.

twenty missed calls and one that he actually received. the first twenty are from them, the last call was from a hospital. all that registered to xiao alatus' muddled brain are a few words from the call: heavy injuries, we did our best, and… their name.

he promised them immediate answers. he swore to them an instant response. he vowed to them his presence with their every beckon and call. he made an oath, to be there whenever they need, to be by their side whenever they were in danger… to answer whenever they called.

and the one time xiao alatus didn't answered… the one time he failed to check his phone… the one and first time he dismissively said that everything was fine… was the last time they'll call.

ah, xiao is too stupid. a fool. a whole fucking circus! and the weight of the joke fell heavy on his shoulder, made him drop on the morgue's floor, and laughed as he sing the hymn of bereavement. stupid! how can he easily make a vow and eat his own words? how can he swear to protect them and be nowhere near when they indeed need him? how can he not take their call…? when now he realized how every call of theirs matters…that each time they call him, his name, is the number of times that he actually lives.

how can he let it happen?

the one call xiao failed to answer… is the one he should have.

                     venti

"hypothetically,"

they started as venti serenade them with his lyre. his ears strain to hear the melody of their voice above his strumming of musical instrument and the lyrics that he sings with pure affection. he listens intently to their next words, just as how he listen to the rhythm of the wind.

"what will you do if I die?"

it made the harmony pause. the orchestra experienced a hiccup in their synchrony as the silence became its new conductor. venti's fingers hovered over the strings of his instrument, his gaze now fully trained on them as a mixture of horror, shock, and fear, play like the wind in his green eyes.

"windblume, what made you say that? are you in any sort of danger?" the bard asked in evident distress and their dismissive shrug did nothing to soothe his worries. it terrified him. yet when they urged him to answer, venti sighed in surrender. his mouth that sings the most beautiful and sweetest verses voiced his mind. it made his tongue, expert with the taste of wine yet is never a liar, let a devoted oath fall from the archon’s lips. "if you die… i'll sleep… and choose to never wake up."

"venti!"

"but that won't ever happen, windblume. as long as i am one with the wind, you are cherished, loved, and protected." he vowed, a tone of sincerity in the bard's beautiful voice that made its sweetest song when he swore to them. "there's no place that the wind doesn't reach."

oh, but there is a place where the wind can't reach.

and they fell to it, drowned in it. without the wind, the turbulence took them and took their whole being away from the anemo archon. they spiraled downwards, down to the deepest depths, pulled to the deepest place… at the end of death's tornado. and he wasn't there to save them. the wind can not reach them… he can not reach them. until all of the air in their lungs was gone… and not a single arm of wind reached them.

they escaped the wind's grasp and turned to death's clutch.

ah, venti, barbatos, forgot how to cry. he should have been used to this. he should have prepared for this. he lost one too many already… and it seems that everyone he cherish can not be protected by the wind, by him. anemo must be a hateful element and death is a more enticing option. since how can everyone leave him? always alone with the wind.

ah… venti, the bard, feels tired. the words he swore to them that day rang in his ears. he can still hear their voice, their sweet music that sings with the wind… and he can still hear his promise to them that day.

𝙎𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲 — ᨳଓ .

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 .ᐟ mentions of alcohol/drinking, but overall pretty tame

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 .ᐟ 192

The bitter aftertaste of the drink still lingers in his mouth. His pale knuckles rub against his eyes, chasing away the induced drowsiness.

The recollected memories come crashing down in his mind, a celebration held for the traveller after reuniting with his sister. Streamers, laughter, dancing—and the oh, so sweet taste of dandelion wine.

His eyebrows furrowed, and an unexpected longing was buried in his heart. Perhaps, if 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were here, this unwelcome feeling would disappear? An old friend, whom he deems kindred, a bard who was once alive with vast dreams.

Now, he sees through 𝘮𝘺 lenses, a form that was worn throughout millennia. After all, it was the only way to fulfil his passion for the blue skies.

He reached out, particularly to nobody—as a breathy whisper catches on his lips. The name of the bard whom he cherished, that was now his appearance.

It stings, this unprecedented sorrow, like a fresh callus after performing for a crowd with a lyre. He knows that deep within, the warm soul still exists.

Not as a physical figure, but as a memory that he will carry and hold through decades with glory.