tipsy tales - anemo boys
synopsis: anemo boys and the types of drunk they are
characters: kazuha, venti, xiao, heizou, aether
notes: ranging from tipsy to asleep on your shoulder
Kazuha - Sleepy Drunk
You always had to keep an eye on him during the more rowdy nights on the Crux. Everyone knew very well Kazuha's penchant for trying new things and it became a thing to get him to have a drink or two. The wandering samurai was always so mature and calm that there was something endearing about seeing him look so young and defenseless. While your crewmates surely meant no harm and made sure to keep an eye on him, you took it upon yourself to stick by his side. Who knew if he'd stumble off the side of the ship on his way to sleep, after all? Honestly, you wished he would be more careful, but with the way he'd never fail to fall asleep on your shoulder with your name mumbled upon his lips, you couldn't bring it up within you to complain.
Venti - Happy Drunk
You always tended to lose yourself a bit when you drank with Venti. Singing in public, dancing in the arms of another, all things you would never normally do. But with him, it was hard not to. After a long day working as a knight, your legs would immediately take you in the direction of Angel's Share. And when Venti saw you take a step inside, he'd immediately call you over with a sparkle in his eyes. The night always started off slow with you both simply chatting about your day and interesting things you heard. But as the drinks started to come and go, the lyre was brought out and people clapped along. The laughing would get louder as the cheers more enthusiastic. It was so easy to forget your stresses on nights like that. And when you woke up in bed safely the next day, you could feel the motivation to go on.
Xiao - Quiet Drunk
There was only one night of the year Xiao allowed himself to take a break from his duties. He only told you why the third year after you took the position of tending to him at the Wangshu Inn. Due to the power of the evil spirits being the weakest on that particular night every year, Rex Lapis made him vow to take that day to rest. You really didn't think he'd accept when you took a chance and poured him a glass of huangjiu, yellow wine. But he took it, drank, and placed the cup in front of you for more. As you poured him cup after cup, you couldn't help but become mesmerized. The light of the moon bathed him in an ethereal glow as he watched the stars. Though his cheeks slowly flushed and his eyes became glazed over, he did not turn his gaze away from the night sky. When you left later that night, you couldn't help but wonder how such a beautiful person could also look so heartbreakingly lonely.
Heizou - Flirty Drunk
It was no secret that you and Heizou didn't get along. Being the up and coming prosecutor of the Tenryou Commission, you were forced to work in close contact with him. While he did do a good job, that didn't stop him from doing the most infuriating things like suddenly introducing new groundbreaking evidence he never informed you of on the stand. After every case, you'd often take your frustrations out on him at the celebration party. Of course, he always had something to say. "Aw c'mon, is it such a big deal I came late? You would've won anyway, even without that last piece of evidence!" Upon you disagreeing, his lips pulled back in a cheeky grin. "Oh? Are you saying that you needed me, Prosecutor? You know I'm always willing to spend more time with you if you enjoy my presence that much." If asked later, you'd vehemently claim the flush on your cheeks was due to the heat of the summer air and nothing more than that.
Aether - Talkative Drunk
While Aether was always in popular demand, you didn't really feel you knew that much about him. You always saw him chatting and joking around with Paimon, but the moment anyone came around, only Paimon would speak. You heard it was because he was still learning the language of Teyvat, but that assumption went down the drain the day you were invited to his teapot for dinner. While everyone there was chatting away and having a good time, you saw him pick up a glass of rice wine and take a sip. When he noticed you gaping at him with wide eyes, he smiled and pressed a finger against his lips. Later when he walked you back to your room, he laughed as he told you he's been old enough to drink for quite a while, but doesn't want to explain it to others. Then he got you laughing as he mentioned all the dumb things Paimon said and did that day. Next came his thoughts on the different people he's met and things he's experienced. It was only after you closed your room door behind you and hour and a half later that you realized... he has a really nice voice.
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Can you write about Mika comforting Damien after he’s had a nightmare?
Of course! I’ve been busy and writing other stuff but I can do it now!! Hope you enjoy and sorry if it’s not so great. I’m not so great at writing Damien😭, but I Hope you enjoy :)💙.
Feedback and reblogs are appreciated as always!!
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He didn’t understand why the nightmare kept happening. The Demon Lord was dead, gone, and wouldn’t’ve been able to hurt Damien or Mika.
Mika, his lovely wife. They both had fought the Demon Lord for her freedom, and got married once they returned a few months ago. He believed their life could be better and peaceful, but every so often a nightmare haunted him, and it was always the same.
He opened his eyes in the dream and was in the throne room, with the Demon Lord far from him. Damien looked up on instinct and saw Mika, his lovely Mika, held up in the air by the monster. He wanted to run towards her, and he always, always tried, but he was stuck. He was frozen like a statue and was forced to watch the Demon Lord stab her, and hear her scream.
The Demon Lord said something, something about him being a bastard and how it’s his fault, but it never really processed. The only thing that processed was the sounds and sight of her death. He stabbed her until she stopped responding, and threw her lifeless body to the ground.
It broke him out of his trance and he tried to run towards her, shouting her name, but he was suddenly stopped by hands pulling him away. The Demon Lord looked at him the entire time, smiling even harder when the hands drag him away to the dungeons. It changed so quickly, it always did, and suddenly his hands were placed on a stone wall, and he heard the crack of a whip followed by the pain on his back.
It cracked over and over again, the pain worsened each time, and just before he woke he heard someone whisper, “A demon till the day you die.”
He sat up with a loud gasp, the world spinning as soon as he opened his eyes. He took in quick breaths, eyes scanned the room to see any threat, but there was none. He almost screamed when he felt a hand on his shoulder, only to look over and immediately recognize Mika.
“Damien? What’s wrong?” She noticed his breathing and the slight sheen of sweat on his face, and had a guess of what happened. She moved up to lean against the headboard and gently pulled him with her. Like always, he moved with her and wrapped his arms around her tightly, laying his cheek on her shoulder, while she ran a hand through his hair. “Was it a nightmare again?” He nodded silently. His eyes were focused solely on her stomach, the places she was stabbed in, and almost missed her next question. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Nothing was different. You still died and I was…”. He couldn’t finish the sentence, his throat felt too tight to continue. His tears fell before he could’ve stopped them, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, feeling slight embarrassment though he knew she never judged him.
Her hand moved down his back, rubbing up and down to prove nothing was there. No scars or cuts or slashes. No one had hurt him. She lifted his chin up to make him look at her, up into her lovely green eyes that always made him feel safe. “Damien, you’re here with me. We’re safe.” She took one of his hands and placed it on her stomach, proving there were no stabs or blood, and then placed it over her heart. “We’re both alive.” She then wiped a few tears away and caressed his cheek lovingly, making him feel the warmth from her body, and not the coldness he knew her body had in the nightmare.
He listened to her voice, felt her touch, and followed her breathing to ease himself, a routine he did after each nightmare. Her heart was strong under his hand, and alive. He let out a deep sigh and nodded. “Yes, we’re alive. You’re alive. We’re safe,” he repeated to himself.
She slid back down to her spot in bed, him following her, and pulled him to her chest. He heard each heartbeat and breath she took, reassuring him more. She then began to hum a lullaby softly, guiding him to a peaceful sleep. When he was on the edge of sleep, ready to fall back into the darkness and hope for a better dream, he heard her whisper, “I love you, Damien. I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. Forever.”
He believed her, like he always did and always would until the end.
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I hope you enjoyed! I’m open for many more, but forgive me if I’m not as good for Matthew and Damien but I hope you enjoyed and see this Anon💙!
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