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barely-coherent · 5 months

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"Can I get an angel shot?"

A/N: I'm... not good at writing genshin characters but at least I tried. For those of you who don't know, asking for an angel shot means that you don't feel safe. In almost every bar, if you ask for an angel shot they know it means you are feeling unsafe/uncomfortable.

"C'mon let me get you another drink!" You force a smile and glance around to see if anyone was looking your way. Unfortunately, nothing.

"Uh, sure. I'm gonna use the bathroom really quick." You get up, trying to resist the urge to sprint your way to the counter.

"Oh, hey! I didn't-" Venti starts, drinking his own glass of wine while Diluc had his normal look of disdain on his face.

You cut Venti off with a quick "Diluc, I need an angel shot." And Diluc's face turns from disdain to surprise to anger. He allows Venti to guide you behind the bar, a rare occurrence, and Diluc slams down the glass he was cleaning along with the rag and marches to the table you were at previously.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to leave." Dilucs voice reaches your ears from the pure authority and you stay behind the bar, Venti forgetting his drink on the counter.

After some shouting, Diluc is dragging the guy out himself, shoving him out the door forcibly. He grabs the door handle, closing it and turning, sighing in disgust.

As he returns behind the bar, he glances at you. "Are you alright?" You nod, still rather shaken up and Diluc nods. Venti invites you to sit next to him at the bar.

You place your head on the counter and sigh, hiding your face in your arms. You feel Venti place a hand on your back and rub in comforting circles. "Hey, why don't I buy you a drink. Anything you want!"

You raise an eyebrow at him and remark "With what money?" Causing Venti to pause before giving his typical 'ehe' to write you off.

"Either way, it's on the house. He's been kicked out of here before. I intend for this to be the last time." Diluc throws the rag over his shoulder and leans with his arms on the bar. "What'll it be?" He asks and you shake your head.

"I think I'll just wait here until he leaves." You shrivel in on yourself until Diluc scoffs, causing you to look over at him.

"As much as I detest admitting it," The door slams open. "I had some assistance."

The well known calvary captain walks in with a exaggerated wave and sits down next to you. "And here I was thinking you wanted nothing to do with the knights of Favonious! Who could've guessed? Bard, snowflake." Kaeya greets Venti and you, using your respective terms of endearment. "Anyway, I doubt he'll be back. At least once he's not frozen in place anymore. I may have gone a bit over board by freezing his feet to the pavement."

Diluc let's out a humorless laugh and a small, yet rare, smile crosses his face. "I can't say it's not deserved."

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psychopomparia · 1 month

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love when someone mentions Barbatos, most of my friends go "ah yes, the anemo archon. Venti!"

and I'm here like (innate reaction) "Barbs!! From Obey Me! The demon butler!! Love him!"

#i found out about whb barbatos a week ago after a friend and i were talking about our views of first thought barbatos #i love barbatos (obey me)#i have not much thoughts on genshin barbatos but he's aight my respects #obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #barbs #obey me barbs #genshin impact #venti #genshin impact barbatos #genshin barbatos #barbatos #barbs^2 #ari rambles

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glambeary · 3 months

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Barb and Batos 2k23 edition~

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haileyywrites · 1 year

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-> One stormy night the God of Anemo witnesses a child being left upon his shrine, with no signs of the parents return he has to find a home for the child...

-> They/them pronouns used for reader - no gender mentioned! Reader is a literal baby! Reader is abandoned by their mother! Mostly fluffy with hints of angst! Diluc makes a brief appearance!

It had been a long time since Venti had witnessed a storm quite like this... The wind was howling like a pack of wolves and harshly shaking even the sturdiest of trees. The rain pouring like bucket was being emptied over Mondstadt. How unlucky he had been at Windrise when it began instead of the Angels Share where he could be cozying up near the fire with a nice cup of alcohol and listening to some soft music being played...

At least he was able to stay mostly dry by hiding in the branches with the thick leaves shielding him, still it was rather cold so he wrapped his cape around himself. He squinted his eyes as he noticed someone approaching from the distance, though it was difficult to see with the heavy rain pour. It appeared to be a woman - quite a young one too, with a bundle in her shaking arms. It appeared to be a child. The woman approached the shrine while cradling the baby's head and looking at down at them. Venti peered down at her curiously, but did not reveal himself.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, but I cannot let you ruin my life." She sobbed.

Venti's eyes widened in shock, as he was quite taken aback by her words. He moved to see her better and continued to listen in.

"May Lord Barbatos have mercy on your soul..." She whispered as she carefully placed down the now crying baby on the foot of the shrine.

She said nothing more as she clutched her hands tightly together in prayer, more tears continued to pour down her face but were masked by the rainfall. She looked more and more distraught by the sound of the baby crying out to her. She looked around helplessly before she began sprinting away seemingly as fast as she could, almost stumbling multiple times on her way - leaving the helpless child behind in the rain and cold.

They were clearly young but leaving a baby out here during the storm and away from civilization was beyond irresponsible - not to mention cruel! Your chances of survival were zero to none! Venti quickly dropped down from the tree to pick you up from the ground. You immediately stopped crying when in his arms, your simply stated at him with big round eyes. In wonder your chubby arms reached out for his face to grab ahold of his nose. He couldn't claim to know or understand your mother's situation, but how could she do this to a child that looked at her the way you looked at him right now. Such a bundle of innocence...

He could feel how cold you were despite the blanket wrapped around you, your fingers felt cold as ice when they explored his features. He used his cape to shield you from the rain and the wind the best he could, but your cold body temperature meant you had been outside for quite some time - meaning your mother was likely not from Mondstadt or any place near it. Surely she would come to her senses and come back for you? No one could truly just leave their child behind like this... Could they?

His answer became quite clear after some hours and still no signs of her return. He could possibly follow your mothers trail with the wind, but she clearly did not want to take care of you. She would likely try to leave you behind again and next time he might not be there. He could not force her to take care of you, so he needed to find someone who would. But most importantly he needed to get you out of this storm before you got hypothermia! His destination was the Angels Share, of course. He needed to get you to shelter - Angel's Share just happened to always open and warm. He could also really use a drink while thinking about what to do with you...

The weather was too dangerous to even attempted gliding, not to mention he had you in his arms and thus his only option was to dash through the rain until he reached the city. The look on Diluc's face as he walked in completely soaked with a baby in his arms was simply priceless - he almost dropped the bottle of liquor he was holding! Venti was almost worried he would get whiplash from how fast he looked to double take that his eyes were not deceiving him. It was truly the penniless drunkard of a bard holding a child inside his tavern. Diluc certainly had questions and worries!

“May I ask whose child you have stolen and why?” It was strange to hear any emotion in Diluc's voice - especially worry!

“Why how lowly do you think of me? I found this poor child at Windrise, left all alone in the storm!” Surprisingly his story didn't appear to be a lie, despite it's ridiculousness.

“And what exactly are you planning on doing with this child?” He gazed down at your smiling face. You appeared calm and content, but seemed to be on the smaller size which was concerning.

“I'm planning to find this child a new home!” Venti smiled brightly at you making you let out a giggle.

“And your first course of action was to look in a tavern filled with drunks and bards that can barely even pay for a single apple?” It was definitely a direct jab at Venti and he could feel it.

“Ehehe... I just needed to get out of the storm first!” Venti's smile faltered as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Fair enough.” Diluc responded as he continued to clean the glasses and occasionally pouring another drink for those asking for it.

Diluc would have given you something to eat or drink, but you were too young for juice and he didn't happen to have baby bottles at his tavern. You appeared to be doing well enough just by being inside the warm tavern as your cheeks returned to normal a colour with the redness fading away. Your body was no longer trembling or cold either, which couldn't have made Venti happier. He was worried about your constant quietness though, you barely made a sound the entire time since he had picked you up... Diluc didn't seem to mind, as crying children were not what he wanted to hear inside his bar.

Despite having no experience with children - especially babies, Venti got along with you quite well. You were so calm and angelic it felt like nothing, you were simply reaching for his accessories like the flowers on his hat. Trying to keep anything and everything out of your mouth was He didn't appreciate you pulling on his braids, though. For an infant you had a surprisingly strong grip! He felt odly warm and content while holding you, you would stare into each other's eyes as if trying to communicate. Still, he knew he of all would not be able to care for you in the long run.

“Say, Master Diluc... You wouldn't happen to know where an orphan child could be placed?” He laughed nervously.

“That depends, are you going to tell me the story if how you got this child in the first place?” He raised a brow at him.

Venti's expression turned surprisingly serious, “I saw them be left behind by whom I assume to be their mother.”

“I see. The best case scenario would be to give them to the church and they find a family to take them in. Otherwise they'll just be raised by the Sisters.” Diluc replied with equal seriousness.

“Hmm, sounds like a plan then.” Venti smiled but it lacked the brightness from before.

Like Diluc suggested he headed to the Church of Favonius with you as soon as the weather cleared up. The towns people looked curiously and whispered amongst themselves about the peculiar sight as he passed them with you in his arms, he didn't pay them any mind. He looked down at you every once in a while to make a funny face that caused you to giggle loudly. He stopped in his tracks before heading up to the church and took a detour to stand in front of the statue of himself, or rather Barbatos. He turned side ways and angled you upwards so you could see the statue better, not that you would understand what he was trying to do.

“Would you like to know a secret?” He whispered even though no one else was around currently. He waited until you cooed in response to him.

“I'm the Anemo Archon - Barbatos! But this has to stay a secret between us.” He poked your squizzy cheek.

After a moment he finally made it all the way to the church's doors and inside. Music was echoing around the large cathedral while some Sisters were singing prayers in the name of the Anemo Archon. Not many people were around right now, but he had his eyes set on a Sister that was not taking part in the singing. With a wide grin boastered on his face he confidently marched up to her. She could see him approaching and was ready to ask him to leave or at the very least not disturb them, but was taken aback by the bundle in his arms.

“Hello, dear Sister! I'm in quite a predicament as I happen to be in possession of an orphan child.”

“Are you quite certain that the child is infact without parents?” The Sister finally asks after processing what he said.

“Yes. They were left all alone before a statue of the Anemo Archon himself.” He didn't need to share the full story...

The Sister would have doubted his story and accused him of being the child's father who just wished to abandon them, but a brief upon inspection it was evident you shared no resemblance to him at all. Even if he was the father and did not wish to have you they would have taken you in, better in their care than out on the streets! The fact you were left upon a statue of Barbatos was what truly picked her interest, your parent clearly offered you to the deity and as such they had no right to turn you away.

“I see! Then we will take the child into our care. Do they have a name you know of?”

You didn't - as far as he knew, but at that moment he glanced down at you once again. Gazing into your eyes and a name just slipped past his lips. He doubted you ever had a name, but this one felt just right for you. The Sister simply nodded before opening her arms to take you from him. He felt the urge of not wanting to let you go... But he needed to. You would have a good and happy life while raised by the Sisters. He could barely take care of himself and oike Diluc pointed out, could barely afford a singular apple. Your eyes continued to stare directly at him as you began crying when removed from his arms.

You hadn't cried the entire time since he picked you up from the ground, it was heartbreaking to hear you do so now. He felt like lyre strings had been wrapped around his heart and were squeezing it tighter the longer he heard you cry. The Sister turned away to take you further inside the church, while he headed outside. The weather was clear and the sun was shining warmly, but he felt like the storm was still raging on. He barely knew you for a day and already grew attached to you... Perhaps it was out of pity for seeing you get abandoned?

Whatever the case, it was not the last time he saw you. He became a frequent sight amongst the church goers! It was only to see you and only a couple times a week on average, but he was there none the less. Venti would even play his lyre for you or for the others attending, the Sisters forbade him from accepting payment for it within the church though. Visiting you became so frequent that Diluc got slightly worried after a week of not seeing him at the tavern - only to find out he was at the church playing peek-a-boo with you for the twelfth time this week... The Sisters didn't mind much as he was not causing trouble, you also became so calm and well behaved when he was around! It was strange that he of all made you this way, but no one was complaining.

He was there when you babbled your first words - he took you around town to showing you off to everyone he possibly could, even just a coo or a babble made him exited now as it could be another word! Maybe even his name next! He was so proud of you! He was also there when you took your first steps, he stood close ready to catch you at the first sight of you stumbling. He raised you high up and bounced around when you managed to finally wobble your way into his arms. He would have thrown you up and caught you, but the Sisters near him didn't approve of this. He would use his abilities to fly up with you in his arms when they weren't looking though, you were never afraid in his arms.

“Great job, little Windblume! Soon I'll be able to take you gliding!” He laughed - the Sisters did not.

He promised that he would teach you to glide as soon as you were old enough. For an Archon that was over two thousand years old he was rather impatient while waiting for you to grow up. He cherished every moment spent with you, of course. But he couldn't wait till he would be able to actually hang out with you and have conversations with you! You still had your whole life ahead of you and he would personally see that you had the best, happiest and most fulfilling life you possibly could! Meeting you was the best thing to happen to him, despite how terrible the situation initially was. You had just about turned his life around by being an unfortunate soul and babbling nonsense to him with those bright eyes looking at him with so much life and hope.

Wholesome Venti content <3

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hermitowo · 22 days

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Barbatos

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #genshin impact venti #genshin venti #Genshin impact barbatos #genshin barbatos #digital artist #art #drawing #procreate #fanart #genshin fanart #genshin

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gierosajie-art · 1 year

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Uh oh.

#genshin impact #venti #genshin impact barbatos #fanart #the art drawer #digital art #my art #I've been thinking thoughts #which may or may not involve mind control. perhaps a bit of possession too Idk

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alitheakorogane · 5 months

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"Will you hand me your old friend's spirit?"

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dl4draws · 1 year

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may the wind protect you, traveler

#best archon no one can change my mind #venti #barbatos #genshin impact #genshin impact venti #genshin impact barbatos #genshin impact fanart #gi fanart #my art

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countessaustelle · 2 years

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Definition

: In which you do not condone Venti's detrimental drinking habits one bit. However, with the way he touches and showers you with ardent affection after every drinking sessions, you just can't help but to forgive his propensity.

And just like how you easily find reasons to forgive his flaws, he too finds it easy to love you under moonlit nights.

Venti/Reader (Romantic)

No pronouns are used in this ficlet. (Though there is the use of "beautiful" to describe the reader.)

Tags: kisses, established relationship, domestic fluff, midnight conversations, drunken conversations (venti), love confessions, words of affirmation, physical touch.

"You have no idea how much I love you."

You stare curiously at Venti who lays beside you. He is positioned on his side, fervorly gazing into your eyes, cheek puffed on the pillow.

His eyes are half-lidded, intoxicated in drowsiness and a barrel's worth of dandelion wine.

"Even I love you fails to convey how I truly feel at this point. For me to be so smitten, you must be love itself."

You try your best to obscure your smile—and your laugh. Ah, there he goes again.

He notices your struggle and turns into a laughing mess himself, covering his eyes with the back of his palm. You break, following suit with his laughter.

"Oh, come on! I was being honest." He looks at you accusingly.

"I know. You do this every time, Ven."

"How can I not?" he whines. "My mind doesn't let me rest for the night until I've ensured that I've said everything that needs to be said that day."

"But you do this every time you get drunk," you say. "And you're drunk about ninety percent of the time."

"Ten percent sobriety is a lot!"

"For a wine goblin like you."

He huffs through his nose, annoyed, but does not debate with you any further. Instead, he buries his face on your collarbone. His breaths feel warm on the skin.

His hand finds its way to your upper back, his fingers atop to frame your shoulder. You can't help but giggle at his drunken antics.

"Whatever you say, wine goblin lover," he mumbles. Then he remains motionless and silent for the longest time.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick.

You think he's finally fallen asleep. How very Venti of him.

You attempt to rise from your bed to change his sleeping position to a more comfortable one, but you yelp as you are pulled back the moment you rise an inch.

He moves his face closer to your shoulder and plants a kiss. Oh, so he wasn't sleeping.

"Let's stay like this. Please bear with my drunken state a little longer, love."

You laugh again, devoid of prior playfulness and instead filled with adoration. "No matter how long you want me to stay, I will."

He stays still once again, aside from the rise and descent of his chest.

The curtains flutter with the outside wind, allowing the moonlight to peek through the window grilles.

The bedroom is entirely illuminated in silver and blue, from the photo frame that contains your wedding photo to the discarded pouch near the door that you could not keep due to how busy you were tending to your lover priorly.

Your gaze falls beyond the window towards the expanse of the night sky.

Is it just you, or do night skies always look brighter when your lover is beside you?

Venti opens his eyes to see your face basked in the moon, and he could have sworn all the wind left his lungs.

The first time Venti witnessed the moon in its full glory was when he was but a tiny spirit lost in the woods. He had yet to even understand the concept of beauty, nor did he have a clue on what the name of the mysterious glowing ball was.

and yet, as if it was nature to his soul—the way he was easily drawn to how the moon unleashed the acme of beauty in all things.

You are no exception. In truth, Venti thinks you are the most beautiful person to ever exist under the moonlight.

"You are so beautiful."

You turn back to him. His fingers tuck a stray hair to the back of your ear then let his palm rest on your cheek.

"The more we share eventide moments like this, the more I am inclined to believe I am not just in love with you anymore. You are love itself."

He slowly reduces the space between your faces until your noses touch in the proximity.

Heavens, how he could stare into your eyes and drown in them alone. That would make a merciful way to die.

"You have completely, irreversibly rewritten my definition of love."

He closes the space in-between and kisses you ever-so-gently. Venti's way of affection is an ardent procedure;

It is evident in the way he is gentle as he caresses your cheek, the way he lets out a soft moan when your hand feels the skin underneath his shirt, and the way he does not want to part from your lips, leaving you wanting more.

There are countless things he wishes he could say, before the imminent comes to take you away from him.

"My definition of love is the way your eyes reflect the moonlight. I'm holding you like this, and you're looking at me as if I'm the only person in this world."

"I think we should close the windows."

"My definition of love is the way my heart sunders into smithereens when tears fall on your face. You have been through so much, you cried alone too many times and no one even noticed."

"Haa... you're closer to it anyway, just shut it already."

"I wish I could have your pain, so then you would not need to feel as if you are alone in this world. I do not want you to feel as if you have no one to turn to in times when you need a shoulder to cry on the most."

"Wow, so bossy. When and where did you pick up such a displeasing attitude?"

"When you spoil me so much, you should have already expected this."

So just know, if I ever love again,

He huffs, smiling regardless.

"I love you. I hope the wind continues to tell you how much I do when I am no longer able to."

my definition of love is always you.

A/N: I did it. It's 5am. I'm passing out (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

Edit (3:14PM): I fixed the grammar mistakes. Thank you for reading :DD

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mynameis-a · 1 year

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everyone in mondstadt knows that venti looks very similar to depictions of barbatos

they just think that he was blessed by the anemo archon as opposed to being the anemo archon

diluc and jean weren’t too surprised when they found out that the guy who looks like barbatos is actually barbatos

#♡⊱a talks #genshin #genshin impact #venti #barbatos #genshin venti #genshin barbatos #genshin impact venti #genshin impact barbatos #venti barbatos #headcanon #genshin headcanons

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feathers-and-cecilias · 4 months

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Happy birthday Zhongli !

I wrote a lil something for Zhongli's birthday and thought I would share.

As the title suggests, it's mostly about Guizhong and Venti and their dynamics with Morax, but neither is explicitely romantic. You're definitely free to interpret it as such though.

#venti #zhongli #barbatos #guizhong #morax #genshin zhongli #rex lapis #genshin morax #genshin barbatos #zhongven #technically it's not romantic but it's also very much the focus of the fic so and it is ambiguous #genshin fanfic #happy birthday Zhongli #genshin impact #genshin impact morax #genshin impact barbatos #genshin venti #my fanfics

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bacon-and-yeggs · 9 months

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idk is this anything

#genshin impact #i JUST started playing so i know next to nothing #most of these are based off my friends headcanons #fake tweets #scaramouche #genshin wanderer #childe #tartagalia genshin impact #lumine #lumine genshin impact #venti #genshin impact barbatos #anyway enjoy these i guess #gonna go munch my chick fil a

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madamlilac · 1 year

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Look at that smug little face 😂💕

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allradioisdead · 1 year

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tumblr made me ruin the quality :((

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haileyywrites · 2 years

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The Poet & His Muse - Venti/Barbatos x gn!reader

"Once upon a time - there lived a Poet in Mondstadt. The Poet loved his music, but not more than he loved his Muse. The Muse sang of love while the Poet played, until the day his Muse sang no longer..."

Mondstadt was the city of freedom and of poets - many who would come to be known throughout it's rich history. However, none were more famous than the young lovers simply known as "The Poet" and "The Muse".

The Poet was rumored to have been Lord Barbatos himself, for he could play the most beautiful songs imaginable with his shining golden lyre. But the Poet began lacking inspiration to play at all, let alone something new. He would walk and glide through the lively city, yet nothing would capture him. Not even the worship and love of his people.

At night he draged himself to the tavern where he ordered a drink of Dandelion Wine - which he savoured through the night. He stared mindlessly into the liquid, as if trying to find answers within. His attention would be brought back into reality as the once loud and lively tavern became dead silent, before a voice that could only be described as angelic began to sing.

He - like everyone else, turned his body to face the person making such beautiful noise and was simply in awe of the sight. Not only was their voice heavenly, the person themselves was a sight to behold and he could do nothing but watch with hearts in his aqua green eyes. Completely captured in the lovely tune.

While the Muse sang more beautifully than the gods themselves - no one would disagree with that, but everyone could feel something missing from their music. The Muse wasn't ignorant to that either, but like the Poet, could not find the thing they were missing.

The Muse was not blind to the enchanted gaze of the Poet, for some reason his intense gaze did not make them feel uneasy. Quite opposite infact, as they gazed back just as much and after the performance they approached him. He kindly offered them a drink of his favorite wine, which they accepted.

Such a simple meeting and yet it felt like fate. From the moment their eyes locked from across the room a connection had been made. They got along perfectly and the hours the spent that night simply talking felt like mere moments, as if time had stopped or ceased to exist whilst together.

After the tavern keeper closed the bar and sent them on their way they took a stroll through the city before the Poet brought the Muse home. He took hold of their hand, but gave them an opportunity to pull away should they wish to do so. When they didn't - he laid a sweet kiss upon the back of their hand with a cheeky smile forming on his lips.

They said goodnight to each other that night, but not goodbye as they were sure they would meet again - and they would. They found themselves always going to the same place at the same time or bumbing into each other by accident. They also found each other to be the missing thing - the missing element in their music.

Soon, no matter where you were in Mondstadt you could hear the lyre being played while a song was sang. When following the sound, a young couple could be found, the Poet and his Muse. Their eyes full of love and adoration to each other, the lyrics clearly meant for each other. It was almost sickeningly sweet, almost.

Sadly, such happiness was not destined to last. A world such as this was cruel indeed to take the one and only true love away from the Anemo Archon. Such a long time he had lived already, as he was one of the few who managed to survived the Archon War. All without a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold onto.

No one knew if the Poet ever told the truth of his being to the Muse, but he certainly had to have come to terms with easily outliving them at some point. Not that he would expect it happen like this or this soon...

The Muse's passing was mourned by all who lived in Mondstadt and even those who were lucky enough to have heard them sing during their short visit to the City of Freedom. The sky was dark is it too wept for them and it's tears would not stop pouring for the weeks to come, nor did anyone else's.

The Poet was at a loss, unable to even look at his beloved lyre. The Muse was his music and his happiness, his music had always been about them - even before he himself knew it to be true. He wished to drown his sorrows away in the tavern, but was unable to even set a foot inside. Let alone drink his favorite wine, for all things reminded him of his Muse...

In the end the Poet would leave his beloved City of Freedom and wander the world. This is where the story ends, but not where his story ended. As he would slowly heal from his grief, with the help of an old friend. And, when he was ready and satisfied with his journey he would return back as a poet known as Venti and recite poetry with his trusty lyre in hand. He was known for the "Tale of The Poet & His Muse".

And though his heart still ached for his Muse, he learned to live a life with happiness as he had learned to appreciate the simple things in life and how fleeting it truly was. But he also became more guarded against other people, not letting closer than casual acquaintance's.

The ending is kinda bad? I didn't really know how to end this... Sorry! :') It also got kinda long but I personally loved writing this and am happy enough with how it turned out!

It was pointed out that it had female pronouns, I'm terribly sorry for these mistakes! If you find any more please point them out - thanks!

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