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anemoarchonhoe · 1 year
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Bayonetta!Reader accidentally saving Nahida from her imprisonment without them wanting to and now they're calling her "little one" waaah waaaah
Nahida slowly being taught bravery and to stand up for herself, and finally getting rightfully angry at the injustice she suffered and continue to suffer alongside Bayonetta!Reader......
Nahida slowly looking at Bayonetta!Reader like her parental figure. Her guardian. The first time she was held protectively and loved. Bayonetta!Reader letting her cry once in their arms, then when she calmed down, telling her to shed tears no more.
"You're a god. There's NOTHING you cannot do, and nothing you cannot overcome, little one."
Lesser Lord Kusanali? Nay, she is going to rise up and be the Greater Lord this time.
The literal dendro glow within her eyes and hair made you smile proudly.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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I bet my left butt cheek that Venti has written an entire Barbatos x Creator fanfiction book at some point during the time he was awake as a hobby and for shits and giggles. He was deadass drunk and so accidentally left it somewhere near the Cathedral, and some nun found it and thought it was written by Barbatos (true) and that this is the story of how they fell in love and got together (false).
Venti was panicking because, "where the fuck is my Barbatos/Creator book that I wrote for laughs?" and he screams internally when one day he attended mass as a mortal several hundred years later (he never found the book) and Barbara just told him, "May the Holy Lovers, the Anemo Archon and All-Creator protect you" as he entered. Then Sister Victoria preaches about the holy love that Barbatos shared with the Creator and he nearly died because when she whipped out an old book he was like, WAIT OH LORD BARBATOS THAT'S HIS FANFICTION BOOK.
PLEASE DON'T READ THAT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE AAAAAA—
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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A sort of Part 2 for my Venti creating fanfic of him and the All Creator together
IMAGINE THIS:
What if, somehow, all of the self-indulgent fanfictions you wrote about yourself and the other acolytes comes with you in a form of a very, very thick book. Or a collection of books.
Your acolytes bicker and fight amongst themselves for a glimpse of your fanfic collection, wanting to get a peek at the different "lives" you lead with the archons.
THERE ARE SO MANY AUs.
An alternate universe where you and Morax meet in a coffee shop where you are a barista and Morax is a regular customer you got together with in the end of the story. An alternate universe where Ei is your childhood friend that you have a massive crush in. An alternate universe where Barbatos is in a boy band called 5wirl along with Aether, Xiao, Kazuha, and Heizou and you are his greatest fan. An alternate universe where you are a high school student and the Tsaritsa is the queen bee of the entire school who you admire.
You wanted to cry because they're reading it all out loud... but most people got more invested on your and Barbatos' story because it seemed more well thought out with lots of different plot twists and subverting of expectations. It appeared so real to them that everyone thought it was actually a life you led with him, because you even wrote a sequel book for your and his child's love story-.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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Whiney Venti wanting to leave your embrace to do both archon and bard stuff but you keep kissing him and holding him so close and he loves it so much because you're warm and soft while the world is cold and harsh and he doesn't want this moment to end and, and—
...And he's been effectively trapped and captured.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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Imagine this:
Eye of the Storm AU. Venti/Reader, first meeting.
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You're EoS!Reader as an established nun and the sisters (reluctantly) asks you for a favor. There's a green-clad bard singing blasphemy in front of Barbatos' giant statue and they want you to deal with him.
"Make him stop singing ridiculous and fabricated songs about the Anemo Archon. We don't care how, just... please. We can't bear his disrespect to our god any longer!"
So you, a good sister that you are, approaches Venti to do what your fellow worshippers wish. You were right on cue as well, because he's just finished singing.
He spots the ever silent, mysterious nun approaching him and gives the sweetest smile he could muster. You are a most devout disciple; he looks forward to your casual, yet very respectful prayer and your food offerings are the best of the best. Naturally, he has a very soft spot for you.
Venti clears his throat and fixes his bow tie. This is your first official meeting. He has to impress.
"Greetings, Sister (Name)! Ehe... how may I help you?"
In Venti's perspective, you were completely unfazed by his friendly demeanor. Even if you were affected, you never showed. Your veil partially covers your eyes, so he couldn't tell. He discreetly tries to peek underneath, but you moved your head slightly downward to further hide them from view. If he tries to peek anymore, he'd be obvious.
"Do you accept requests?" you asked him. Even your voice don't betray your emotion. It's chilly like the winds in Dragonspine, but he doesn't shiver.
"Yes, I do!" He lifts his lyre and poses like he's going to play another tune. "Just say what story you wish to hear and I'll sing it for you."
You released a soft hum, your head's position still hiding your eyes. He waits in anticipation, his smile unwavering.
"Then I request for your silence."
Venti pauses, lowering his lyre slightly while he gapes at you like a fish. There's a long awkward quiet between you two. He almost forgot there's an audience until one of them laughed.... then followed by the rest until they're guffawing like hyenas. Venti feels his cheeks grow warm under the embarassment.
You turn your head slightly towards the laughing crowd and they suddenly grew silent. Then one by one, they left the two of you alone.
It's still silent. Venti still can't speak, his mouth still slightly open. He's still processing your sheer audacity to request him to shut the hell up.
Your attention turns towards him again and your lips quirk up into the tiniest smile, and Venti was once again floored.
Your audacity... your enigma... He could write a song about it.
"Thank you for fulfilling my request." You finally spoke, handing him a small pouch full of mora. "Now I request for you to leave." Another pouch of mora was place in his hand. And then you turned to leave. He doesn't stop you.
Venti wordlessly leaves the city. When he finally recovers from the shock of getting told to shut the fuck up and leave in a graceful passive aggressive way, he opens the two pouches to count how much you paid him.
After counting, he was once again rendered speechless.
YOU JUST PAID HIM 100,000 MORA TO SHUT HIS MOUTH AND GET OUT.
Venti begins laughing. This is more than what he could earn in several months!
Oh, how you amuse him.
Then he hears you praying as per usual, and he could feel that you left an offering for him once again. He grins.
He looks forward to seeing you again tomorrow.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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Tw: attempted drugging, violence
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Venti losing his shit inside Angel's Share and starting a drunken fist fight after some man tried to slip something funny in your drink. He knew about it because he secretly stole your drink and tasted the drug in it. Venti calmly asking you who bought your drink and you pointed at a random guy new to town and he proceeded to beat his ass, with the other Angel's Share patrons joining in after knowing what happened.
After the patrons drag the guy's ass up to the Knights, Venti makes sure you're okay before escorting you home and staying there for the night.
You were both shaken up by the realization of what could've happened if he didn't steal your drink, judging by how tightly he's holding on to you as you cuddle in bed, and you to him.
Venti didn't go to the tavern for a week, opting to drink wine at home with you.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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Soft yandere Venti is nice and all but imagine this.
Soft tsundere Venti.
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He doesn't call you an idiot outright but he pouts a lot and grumbles because you seem to have no self preservation so he has to follow you around to keep you safe. Like who waltzes near a hilichurl camp like it's no big deal? He's a benevolent archon, and you're in Mondstadt, so he's just doing his godly duties, alright? Yes? Then it's good that you understand why he's holding your hand so firmly.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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IMAGINE THIS SHIT:
EoS!Reader with a soft yandere Venti. He is very obsessed and very much in love with you that it's scaring the people around you both, except you, because you know you have him wrapped around your finger. He sees another man getting a little TOO friendly with you, it automatically makes him just slightly unhinged enough to tighten his hold on his wine glass and SHATTER IT.
You both hear the noise and see his bleeding hand, and you quickly stand up and fuss over his injury. With you distracted, he sends a dead-eyed, blank stare at the man flirting with you, unblinking and unmoving. It makes the man uncomfortable and immediately leave, following his gut feeling that was screaming for him to flee the scene and not test Venti's patience.
"Why did you do that, Venti? Thank goodness your wound wasn't deep at all." You continue to treat his hand the best you could by cleaning the wound and wrapping bandages around it. Being an elder sibling-like figure in Bennett's life really makes you well-prepared for stuff like this.
"Don't talk to him again."
"...What?"
"I said," he repeats, looking at you with a small frown, his eyes still looking lifeless. "...I don't want you to talk with him again. It makes my skin crawl. I hate it."
"Are you jealous?" you asked softly, deciding to baby him a bit and carry him over to a more secluded spot inside the tavern, seating him on your lap.
"Very." Venti sees no reason to lie about how he feels. He turns to face you so that he's straddling your lap, his arms wrapping themselves around your neck to pull you close.
Your hands settle on his hips, leaning slightly down to press your forehead against his.
"I may not have eyes, but know that if I had them, they'd only look at you."
"Those sweet words don't work on a bard, you know?"
You press your lips against his own briefly. "Then if it didn't, why are you smiling?"
Venti just pulls you in for another one.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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IMAGINE:
CW: Violence, blood and gore mention, EoS!Reader going apeshit I guess, kidnapping
You were never a violent person, the people closest to you describes you as a gentle giant that guards Mondstadt silently. The people really began to look up to you and feel safe; for if Liyue has the Guardian Yaksha and Inazuma has the Guuji Yae, Mondstadt has both rolled into one, a Guardian and a Priestess.
Storm Princess Eurus of the East Wind.
You don't really care about such a fancy title because as far as you are concerned, you're just Deaconess (Name). In fact, you felt awkward when the Mondstadtians began worshipping you like they once did with Dvalin, Andrius, and Vennessa; however, you didn't stop them. Not when you felt a boost in power, making you hum softly to yourself as you observe the people build a small temple in your name.
Everything was going pretty well after the Stormterror problem. Life was utter bliss, except for the times when you had to take care of the Anemo Archon who's having the worst hangover in Teyvat. But when he's sober, yeah, it's pretty nice.
And then the Abyss decides to mess with you by abducting your lover.
When Aether had come running to you to report of what had happened to the bard when exploring Old Mondstadt, you lost it. Your mind, your sanity.
Your friends remembered why exactly you call yourself Stormbringer.
As soon as Diluc, Jean, and Aether were able to lead you to where they were holding Venti hostage, you began rampaging like a madman that escaped the asylum. You began to tear at hilichurls of various sizes like they're naught but dolls, their guts and blood spilling everywhere. You ripped an abyss lector's arms and shoved them down its throat. You punched a hole through the abyss mages' shields and through their stomach. In your rage, you body-slammed a Ruin Grader and stepped on its head enough to crush its head like a soda can, then proceed to lift it up by its feet to slam it against a Ruin Hunter. It creates a massive explosion that shook the domain, no doubt alerting your lover's captors.
Safe to say, your friends are terrified of you. But did you care? Not in the slightest.
You almost singlehandedly and recklessly handled most of the Abyssal guards and machines scattered on the ruins of an old civilization. You're on a one track mind, and you only care about one thing and one thing alone; retrieving your god.
Punch. Kick. Rip. Tear. Smash. Slice through. Slam against. Crushing them all beneath your feet.
Screams of terror and agony resounded throughout the entire domain, making the weakened Archon look up slightly. He lets out a quiet laugh knowing in his heart that you came for him, making Lumine snarl at him and send a new wave of Abyss power to corrupt him and bend him to her will. Her plan to make Dvalin and Osial her weapons failed, but she's going to make it work this time.
Barbatos will be her new weapon of war. Though he's weak, once she gets the first eye of the field tiller from Dainsleif, then she can turn him into a strong mechanical Archon that she can use against Celes—
CRASH.
"Wh—"
Lumine turned to the source of the explosion as saw her brother, and three other people she doesn't know. The tallest of them, a Favonius nun, suddenly teleported using Anemo to right in front of her.
"—!" Lumine couldn't even gasp in surprise because you gave her a backhand slap so strong that she flew across the room and crashed against the wall.
Aether ran towards her sister predictably and started talking about their sibling drama while Jean and Diluc were still processing the trauma of your brutality, but you didn't pay them any mind. You yanked the chained holding Venti up and broke it off, freeing him from his binds.
Venti slowly opens his eyes to look at your blank face, though he could tell how anguished you feel. He is much too hurt and exhausted to comfort you though, so he could only weakly nuzzle into you like a bird, hoping that's enough to reassure you.
"I'm sorry you had to wait long, Barbatos."
"...'s fine. You came for me and that's what matters."
You kissed his forehead, relief coursing through your veins. Using your anemo power, you use it to teleport to Windrise to heal Venti.
Your hands are covered in blood, tainting Barbatos' wings, but he doesn't mind. They cherishes, and protects, and saves.
Barbatos is not scared. He's home in your arms.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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You (Eos!Reader) and Venti are lying against the body of the giant Windrise Tree, his body resting against yours with his head on your soft chest, using it as a pillow.
"Windblume, look!! That cloud over there looks like you!"
Venti proceeds to use his anemo power to shape the giant cloud into your entire head and face, looking up at you to see your reaction to his little mischievous trick with a proud grin. You sighed a little. You're about to disappoint him. But you need to keep reminding him about this crucial fact about yourself that he just keeps on forgetting.
"Venti."
"Yes, my wind flower?"
"I'm blind."
"...Oh."
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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Fuck it.
I'm so tired of pervert Venti.
Give me slutty stoic EoS!Reader who keeps raising their habit to show off their ankles to a mildly scandalized Anemo Archon.
Oh, Anemo. Are you not ashamed of your inappropriate behavior towards your god? Showing your ankles before his lips even touched the back of your hand?
Wait, you're showing your knees now AAAAAAAH—!!!
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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Y'all know how I imagine Eye of the Storm!Reader's human appearance to be???
Mirror Maiden.
Like just replace the eye mask that the mirror maiden has with the stony parts of the eye of the storm, however this makes EoS!Reader blind (EoS doesn't have eyes, after all, correct?). But they can still "see" using elemental sight, with the guidance of the wind also. The anemo core is the middle of their chest since it acts like a "heart", as well as the source of their power.
Tall and thicc, stoic and unemotional, but very gentle and kind while being capable of massive destruction, like the storm winds.
Venti calls you "Windchaser".
You call yourself "Stormbringer".
For Mondstadt citizens, you're the ever mysterious "prophet of the wind". For your ever rare predictions never fail to come to fruition.
...Of course, that is, you choose to divulge what the future holds. Or keep your mouth shut, just like your god, and let the story play out without interference.
Otherwise, you're just the eccentric and stoic disciple in pure white clothing.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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Venti asking for love advice:
Venti: How to impress [EoS!Reader]?
Jean: Food.
Venessa: Spar with them.
Dvalin: Die for them.
Andrius: Kill them.
Venti: Thanks guys.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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IMAGINE THIS:
You and Venti are getting married today. He's very happy that he can spend the rest of his eternal life with you, the All-Creator. He won't ever be alone again. He loves you with all of his heart, with all of his soul... if he has any. It's kind of hard to tell, given he's an elemental spirit.
"Should anyone present know of any reason that these two gods cannot be joined in holy matrimony, speak now... or forever hold your peace."
There was silence. Venti sighs, finding that part of the wedding unnecessary, since nobody would ever object—
(Character) suddenly stands up, a hand raised. "I object to this marriage. The All-Creator is in love with me, not you, Barbatos."
"Wh— That's nonsense! This isn't true, is it, Windblume?"
He turns to look at you. You look at him. He understood. How could he not have noticed how miserable you looked right now?
You don't want this marriage. You don't want him.
So he lets you go and watches as you ran away with the one who truly owns your heart. Happy.
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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I can imagine Venti clinging like a koala on human EoS!Reader while they went about their day cleaning the Cathedral and performing outside church duties like there isn't a possessive clingy bard god holding on to them, his arms around their neck and his legs wrapped around their waist while being peppered with many cheek kiths.
He's so in love with you that he can't help but be with you at all times. Sometimes the sisters had to physically pry him off of you even if he's not hindering you from doing your duties (he's too light to truly bother you. sometimes you forget he's there until he kisses you).
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anemoarchonhoe · 2 years
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Venti and Eos!Reader be like:
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He knows they'll protect him.
༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ ♡
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