Such long and pretty purple hair, how can you not want to be the one to wash it? She hums so sweetly whenever you massage her scalp.
So soft~ She likes lavender and sakura blossom scented shampoo <3
The whole bath room is covered in scented candles, such a romantic and warm glow in the dead of night. You can even hear the crickets just outside the window.
Gahhh.. she’s so touched starved, she adores it when you rub suds all over her smooth skin.. her body just instantly relaxes leaning against your chest.
And speaking of chests.. God, how can you resist??
Slipping your hands up her belly, soon coming up to rub soap all over her breasts <3
Her breath hitched every time your nimble fingers brush over her sensitive nipples.. occasionally tweaking and pinching them just to hear her whine.
Squishing and massaging the soft flesh, completely mesmerized- boob trance.
The fact that you’re playing with your archons tits doesn’t really cross your mind, too focused on her soft noises and kneading her chest like some sort of horny teen who’s touching boobs for the first time.
The privilege of being able to see, let alone touch, such a gorgeous girls body.. gah.
So in heaven.. skin so slippery in your hands.
“(Y/N), please..” She pleads softly.
Of course.. how could you forget? Your darling girlfriend always wanted kisses whenever you touched her.
You simply must indulge her, plush lips so addicting, the heat of the bath alongside the desire burning in your tummy making your head spin.
She was so intoxicating.. how you managed to get her to be yours remained a complete mystery.
It’s only natural that your hand slips back down her belly, soon finding refuge between her already spread thighs.
We know Zhongli and Venti are the only original The Seven left, right? They are the only Gods remain who truly rule Teyvat for the bounty they get from the Archon War. So they are the only Gods who still occupy 2 of the 7 Celestia’s thrones.
But I thought about this concept where:
As the originals, Morax and Barbatos and the 5 other original parts of The Seven can feel each other's existences. So when one of them died, the others would feel as if their heart drop to their stomach, as if their heart shrink and they can feel the void like, “Ah, she/he died...”
Example!
During the Cataclysm, Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma (and basically Sumeru) still had their original Archon. But at that time, Makoto died on the battlefield.
Imagine Venti and Zhongli being busy protecting their respective nations, but they suddenly felt something shift within them. Their hearts felt tight as if their hearts had fallen to their stomachs. And that's when they realized they couldn't sense Makoto's living presence.
Venti and Zhongli stopped in their tracks and their escorts (most likely someone from the Favonius and one of the Adepti) asked them what was wrong. And Zhongli and Venti muttered in horror, "Baal, she's ... dead."
Bonus!
Venti and Zhongli could also feel the birth of a new Archon. Their hearts will feel warm and full when they feel the presence of the new Gods who fill the void that the previous Archons left behind.
Barbatos and Morax could feel it when Beelzebub (Ei) officially takes over Baal (Makoto)’s position. They also could feel the birth of the Buer (Nahida), Focalor, Murata, and current Tsaritsa.
Notes: Hiii it's my first time writing & posting a fanfic so sorry in advance if she's not "in-character" since there's still a lot of unknown info abt her and so this is my interpretation of her and if there's no coherent plot in this bc I wrote this at 3 am while suffering from toothache 😭😭😭 BWAHAHAHAHAHAHSHA anyways, I saw a bunch of Yan!Tsaritsa fanfics here on tumblr and decided to hop on the train ASFGHKGJLUPM there's just something hot about the way genshin writers wrote her like- damn shawty if u ever need a chair I'm right here my queen also I named her Czarina cuz y not :DDD also if you find any mistakes pls feel free to correct me tysm!!!
Night's Wonders (Gender neutral reader x Yandere Tsaritsa)
—In which The Tsaritsa tries to pinpoint the reason and the start of her eternal love, or rather, the everlasting obsession she feels towards you.
Warning; Yandere Tsaritsa, Implications of kidnapping
It didn't matter when or where it started. All the god knew was that she was in love, or if what she feels can still be called love.
"Your eyes are so beautiful…"
Perhaps that's where it all started.
That damned sentence was what made her fall, and fall hard she did.
For despite the fact that her eyes were ones of a cold-blooded murderer, a certain someone still managed to find beauty in its depths colder than the harshest winters this world has ever faced.
"I will always be here if you ever need me, Czarina."
Or maybe this phrase is the one that started it all?
The assurance that she'll always have the warmest of embrace to rely on did wonders to her lonely mind, extensively holding on to the promise of everlasting tranquility and warmth in the hands of the woman's companion.
"I love you, Czarina."
Ah.
But this might be where it all started spiralling downwards?
The day her companion realized the affections they held towards the God of Cryo. Strange, but for some reason, it comforts the god that her beloved fell in love with Czarina herself, and not the mask of the archon she walks around with.
It brings her joy and warmth knowing she can be relaxed and tranquil without any worries beside the one she holds dear the most.
"I'm sorry Czarina, but I have to go…"
What?
She was leaving her.
She was leaving her behind, after promising to always be there for the god. Had they been a liar? Did the woman do something wrong to deserve such a harsh punishment?! Tell her! Tell her what it is that made you so upset to warrant a farewell?!
No. She can't— she won't let this happen!
"You belong here in Snezhnaya with me, my love. There is no changing that fact."
That's what she said to you the day of your supposed departure.
Because that's the truth. Your only rightful place is by her side, ruling all over Snezhnaya, and soon, all over Celestia.
She can't help it if your voice, more enchanting than that of a songstress, is the one that silenced the embroiled turbulence in her mind,
How your eyes, brighter than the stars glimmering above, look at her in nothing but pure kindness and adoration,
Or how your touch, warmer than the spring sun, soothes the turmoils and battles of her frosted heart.
And now, as she looks at your peaceful visage in slumber, she mused…
"When did it all start?"
But that is a query to ponder for another day. For now, the Tsaritsa will enjoy the quiet respite offered by the blanket of the night…
Before she inevitably goes back to facing the harsh and complicated reality of what she took away from her darling lover.
"Czarina?"
"Shhh… Go back to sleep, my dear…"
"O-Okay… Good night Czarina."
"I love you, (Y/N)."
However, at the end of the day, The Tsaritsa believes that everything's worth it and fair when it comes to them, her love, her warmth, and her sunlight.
Summary: You’ve been feeling a bit down lately something finally sets you off but instead of harming yourself you wait for sweet lover come back.
(PS Venti gets home later then you do I couldn’t find anywhere to write that down)
Warnings: Mentions of self harm
The days are long, too long.
These past few days you’ve been feeling progressively worse. You felt undeserving of the things you have been given, undeserving of your boyfriend Venti and your friends. For some reason you can’t seem to get out of this mindset no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to shake the feeling. Then to top it off on your way to your last commission two “nice” women said that they would help you with your last commission. They looked capable enough you weren’t gonna tell them no outta spite but in the end before you could even get there they pushed you to the ground and stole your bag you didn’t even care enough to get it back.
You now walked up to your shared house in your teapot upset stressed, why can’t the world just be nice? Your chest felt heavy you dropped your sword in the to the ground in the door way tears falling from your eyes. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it wouldn’t go down. Why won’t it go down? ‘You don't deserve to be happy.’ That’s not true.
You know you deserve to be happy. “Its gonna be ok.” You whisper to yourself thinking about some way to feel better and calm down. Of course your thoughts brought you to harming yourself sense nothing else seemed to bring you comfort besides being near someone, being held. Especially by Venti and his calming atmosphere but he isn’t here right now so you will stay strong till he comes back.
You picked yourself up off the floor and sat on the couch humming one of Venti’s songs that he sang to you when you were upset. Just like that you heard his cheery voice in your ears.
“I’m here! And I brought back some Sticky Honey Roast and Fragrant Mashed Potato's!” You stood up walking to the door tears falling. Just as his eyes met your eager ones he knew.
“Venti..” Your voice broke as he put the bag down that he was holding and pulled you into his arms rubbing your back slowly. “ Hush now.” Venti said softly pulling you over to the couch. “ It’s ok. Thank you for waiting.”
You gripped his white button-up tightly your emotions seem to calm down enough for you to speak. “It’s been hard this w-week but I’m trying. I feel like I don’t desvere anything- ” Venti pulled you away from his shirt cupped your face his eyebrows furrowed.
“My Windblume, you deserve to be happy if anything I don’t deserve you! I’m so appreciative of you no matter what happens you always push through no matter how cruel people are to you, you still show them respect. And don’t let it change the way you see others.” Venti smiled sweetly at you bringing his forehead down to yours the sweet aroma of alcohol on his breath, “You bewitch my heart everyday with your beauty and pull and my pull my lyre stings with a simple breath.”
Just like that, you felt content. Enough to carry on.
...
“Now let’s eat this food before it gets cold!”
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A/N: Sorry I feel like this might be poorly written but it was originally meant just for my own comfort but I decided to put it out there in the hopes it could comfort anyone else who might need it <3
TW: main character death, disassociation, derealisation, massive angst, accidental murder, dead bodies, overall a lot of traumacore, and jumping off a cliff (but not to aliven’t).
Beta’d by @reddriot HEHEHHE this was your monster, ze
This is a paired fic with @ererokii’s “Pretend I Am”. Please go check her story out as we both made each other suffer while writing it.
Venti’s memory was unreliable. He rediscovers this the hard way.
“Do you blame yourself?”
Venti had been drinking. He didn’t know for how long, why, when, where. It all blurred together, days, weeks, months. Everyone was talking and his head pounded and the lights made him want to hurl. He was still empty. All those years of sleep and drinking and singing and he still could never fill it.
He glanced to his side. He almost saw her there. And that’s when he heard it.
The tavern went dark. It fell silent, and the chairs were empty.
“Do you blame yourself?”
The voice rang in his ears like a bell, one that he dreaded to hear. He remembered his voice. He heard it every day, and wished he wasn’t such a coward that he took on a dead man’s skin.
“What?” Venti’s voice was quiet. It wasn’t his voice anymore, no. It was his, the Bard’s, and Venti couldn’t even remember the poor bastard’s name. He had given his life for Mondstadt, for Venti, and he couldn’t even be remembered. The Bard’s voice echoed in his ears, and the tavern was caving in. The woman next to him was so soft, so sweet. He could almost touch her cheek, and he reached a hand out. She could pull him out of this, and that gentle smile was so close.
“It’s quite common in this situation for you to feel some kind of...guilt.” The Bard sounded too calculated. Cold. No, Venti’s Bard was good and kind and whole. This Bard was cruel and emotionless. Empty.
“What situation?” Venti’s voice didn’t leave his body. Nothing was his anymore. It never was, after all. He was no archon. He was no bard. He stole everything for himself. And something bubbled in his gut. He turned to the other side of him, and the Bard was next to him, with a face of pure, smooth skin. The Bard titled his head, and Venti knew there was a sick smile under it all.
“The accident.”
The battle was won.
Vanessa was talking to some of her colleagues about rebuilding Mondstadt. All those alongside here were giants, not in size, but deep within themselves. Venti knew that he would have to go on, wandering Tevyat soon, in hopes of spreading songs and joy.
And then, he got a tap on his shoulder.
“Lord Barbatos?”
The voice was kind, worn, sturdy like fir and pine and all the things that grow tall and strong. Venti turned, almost jumpy, when he saw a young woman behind him. She was in all words, average. Had he seen her in the street, he would not consider her to be much more than a normal citizen. But the large spear strapped to her back said otherwise;it was enormous, taller than Venti and sharper than even Venessa’s blade.
“Yes! Hello!” he chirped, getting back his cheery disposition. This wasn’t right. This isn’t what happened. WHAT HAPPENED She smiled at him and bowed slightly. When she looked up into Venti’s eyes, Venti realised she had green eyes. No, blue. Brown? And they were wide, and then almond, and quite suddenly, Venti realised that she was changing, her face not one thing for one second. The world around him started melting, and everyone was laughing, staring at him, staring at him, staring!
You don’t remember what she looks like!
Venti felt like he was choking, and he took a step back. He brought a hand up to his neck, and there was nothing there-wait! His hands were gone too!
Just make something up!
“Stop!” Venti shrieked, and it was his voice, finally, his true voice, squeaky and terrified. It was all acidic, dissolving and crumbling around him.
“Wait.” Her voice was quiet, and it broke through the sound and the rage and the horror. “Lord Barbatos. What is my name?”
“Wh-what?” Venti gasped, the whole mountainside empty. When was this Dragonspine? It was Windrise before, green and beautiful and now it was just cold, cold, cold, cold, cold.
“What was my name, Lord Barbatos?” She tilted her head, and now she was panicking, face distorting into nothing but unadulterated fear. “I-I can’t remember, Lord Barbatos! Oh, gods! Help me!”
“No! No!” Venti tried reaching for her, the world disappearing until all that was left was a pair of the most gorgeous eyes Venti had ever seen. They sat in the snow, lifeless and cold.
“YN! No! Wait for me!”
Venti was choking on his own drink when he came to.
Diluc was shaking him, red eyes wide. Jean was there, the Traveller was there, and Barbara had her healing at the ready.
“Oh my gods,” Diluc whispered, pulling away before sighing and crossing his arms. “We thought you had a stroke.”
“What?” Venti’s head felt like it was full of cotton. “I...did I pass out?”
“We don’t know.” Jean’s voice was soft, and it reminded Venti of something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It made his back shiver, but it felt almost like it was being contorted. He was being crushed under the weight of something, something he didn’t know. “You...it was like you were zoning out, or daydreaming...like a nightmare.”
“Nightmare…” Venti looked down at his mug, seeing his reflection in it. But his heart leapt to his throat and the clock stopped ticking when he saw the Bard behind him. This time, he had a mouth, too wide and filled too full with razor-sharp teeth. Something in his inhuman heart began to quake.
“I need to go.” He stumbled out of the chair, feet hitting the floor too soon.
Too soon? Like her?
Venti tumbled out of the bar, almost face planting on the sidewalk as Jean and Diluc called out behind him, barely catching himself before running as fast as he could. The night felt warm, the air was muggy, and he was choking. He ran out the front gates, ran past the birds, the bridge, the rolling hills. His feet ached and his head spun, and nothing could stop him. He closed his eyes, wheezing and praying to whatever god above he could.
Oh, wait. He was the god people prayed to.
His running slowed, soft as the air began to cool. A breeze picked up, ruffling his hair, and in the distance, he heard laughter. His eyes were still shut, and for once, he felt...peaceful. He was still walking, but if he listened closely enough, he could hear people walking next to him, chipper and sweet.
“Well, I think the festival should be called Windblume.” The Bard huffed playfully, skipping a bit in his step. “It’s got a ring to it!”
“What do you mean?” YN’s voice was soft, and Venti could almost see her tilting her head. “It’s always been called that.”
“Oh.” The Bard’s voice dropped with Venti’s stomach. “That’s right.”
“We never met,” YN sighed.
“We were thousands of years apart.” The Bard finished her sentence.
“We both…” she began.
Venti opened his eyes, overlooking Starsnatch Cliff.
The wind was rougher here, tugging him over to the edge and making his cape whip over his shoulders. There was the taste of blood on his tongue and the smell of it in his nose, and he felt sick.
“Look down,” The Bard put his hands on Venti’s shoulders, holding roughly and putting his thumbs in the front. “I dare you.”
“No.” Venti’s heart hurt like it was being squeezed by a vice. “I don’t...I don’t wanna.”
“But she’s down there,” the Bard whispered. “All alone.”
“What?” Venti blinked, taking a sharp breath in.
“You left her down there.” The Bard sighed, almost sounding like he pitied Venti.
“No?” Venti felt confused. “She’s...she was…”
“She’s dead, Barbatos.” The Bard breathed out, letting go of Venti. “You’re really sick, you know.”
“What? No!” Venti spun around, feeling lost in the midst of a storm that he couldn’t control. “What are you talking about?”
“She hated heights.” Now, the Bard had eyes—deep, like sockets of coal instead of real eyes. No, they stared right through Venti, bore through whatever shadow of a man he once was. “Can you imagine? Her falling in love with the god of the winds?”
“Stop…” Venti whimpered, and just for a second, when the Bard blinked, she stood there, ominously smiling. Her smile was always so sweet, Venti thought. Sweet, like flowers and the ocean breeze. She loved him so much.
“And you betrayed her trust, just like that.” The Bard murmured and shook his head.
“What do you mean? She…” Venti wanted to say that she grew old, and died in Springvale surrounded by their children and grandchildren. But something on the tip of his tongue split his thought in half, making him freeze.
“She what, Barbatos?” The Bard tilted his head. “Say it.”
“She…”
It was a windy day.
Venti stared over the edge of Starsnatch Cliff with a giddy grin, holding the top of his hat. The drop below was enough to make any mortal man shiver, but he turned to the love of his eternal life and grinned.
“Hey! C’mon, I promise it’ll be fun!” He jumped up, grabbing YN’s hand and humming. “I swear, nothing bad will happen!”
“I…” YN glanced at the cliff’s edge and gulped, slightly pulling away from Venti. “It sounds really dangerous…”
“Nah! It’s just gliding for two, after all!” He kissed the tip of her nose, smiling softly. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Always!” Her voice was soft and pleading, looking down to meet his eyes. “But you know how much I hate heights.”
“Don’t worry! I promise it’ll be a great experience!”
“But what if I fall…?”
“You won’t! I won’t let you go!” He was on cloud nine, floating above everything and everyone. YN was right before him, and everything felt right in the world. But then YN sighed again, and pulled away.
“But…”
“But I did.” Venti’s voice was hollow, even to himself, and he watched her spark and pop, a figment of his imagination.
“You did, my love.” YN sounded so sad, eyebrows furrowing. “Why did you let go?”
“I…” Tears welled up in Venti’s eyes, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to…”
“But I’m gone, Lord Barbatos.” YN sobbed, covering her eyes with her hands. “I’ve been gone for so long.”
“They never found…” Venti choked on his own words, eyes wide and brimming with tears. “They never found your body.”
“You told them I ran off, remember?” YN softly wept, before the Bard appeared behind her. He grabbed her hands with a tenderness that only lovers had, and gently pulled them away. YN’s eyes were gone, nothing more than gored out holes in her head. Venti nearly screamed, taking a step back in alarm before realising he was at the edge of the cliff. The wind picked up behind him, and when he turned on shaky knees, he saw a gruesome sight underneath him.
YN’s corpse was upon the sand, blood staining the grains and flowing out into the ocean. Her blood was so dark that it was almost inky, dispersing into the water without a trace. But it stained Venti, stained his clothes and his hands and his heart. His eyes felt like they were bleeding with her, staring at the rocks that gouged her eyes out when she landed. Her skull was the worst—split open like a nut and spilling everywhere. The sight was terrible, horrible, heartbreaking and earth shattering.
“You loved her, Barbatos! You loved her and you killed her!” The Bard cackled. “You let her fall! How useless can you be to kill your own girlfriend?!”
Venti felt himself swaying. The mocking was too much, and he could hear laughing behind him. Laughing! Laughing! The whole of Tevyat was laughing at him, laughing and weeping and pointing their gnarled hands at him.
“You should’ve joined her!” the Bard howled above the din. A storm from the sea swept in, nearly blowing Venti away with the wind as he tried to hold on to anything he had left. “You can’t protect anyone! Join her, little god! Join her, and watch her rot in the abyss!”
It was too much, it made Venti’s ears ring and when he tried to cover them, his hat blew off his head and into the sea. He closed his eyes, praying to get away from whatever waking nightmare this was, but when he opened them, YN’s corpse was right at his feet, blood soaking into his shoes as she blinked and her face contorted into a huge, toothy maw. Everyone’s yelling became one, with the Bard and YN yelling louder than all the others.
He woke up to the sea lapping at the top of his head. He had a splitting headache and the sun shone right in his eyes, making him glower and sigh. For the briefest, holiest moment, he couldn’t remember what he was doing or where he was. He just wanted a nice drink at Angel’s Share and maybe play a nice song for Aether.
But then he heard the sea, and he remembered.
A feeling of dread began to overcome him, and when he sat up, his hair was damp and made water run down his back. He knew his cloak was positively soaked and that he had no way of knowing how long he was out for. He just remembered falling, thinking so long as she isn’t alone before passing out.
He stood up on shaky legs and knew that YN wouldn’t be there.
Her corpse was only a hallucination, or something of the sort. He knew it, he knew it so well, but the night she appeared, it felt so real.
Venti hated his relapses.
He slowly made his way up the beach in haze, and then past Windrise, and he realised without thinking much about it that he was simply making his way to Mondstadt, without truly knowing the way. There was a magnetic pull, one that he almost hated had he not cared so much. His heart bled, oozed, spilled everywhere. But if it bled for Mondstadt, for the Nameless Bard, for YN, then when would it bleed for him? When would he get his turn?
He stumbled into Angel’s Share and sat on his usual stool. He glanced to his side. He almost saw her there. He looked to his other side, and the Bard stared into an empty mug. He had no face, no eyes, no smile. He was mundane again, with no memory and no song. Venti couldn’t remember YN’s face again, and he wondered, should he look into his drink, if her eyes would be floating there. Someone shuffled next to where YN was sitting, and when he glanced, he saw a young woman in YN’s perfect visage. She was perhaps a little less muscly, and a little more dainty, but when she glanced at him with an annoyed eye, Venti’s blood froze. It was humiliating, and he wondered if somehow, YN’s ghost had come back, reincarnated, to torture him for his sin.
“Do you have a problem?” The young woman asked. YN turned her head, and Venti could just barely make out her tilting her head before she seemed to quite suddenly disappear. The Bard laughed under his breath, and all of Tevyat mocked Lord Barbatos, the Anemo Archon and Windborne Bard.
Post "Penance". A couple of years after the restoration of human race, Archon's human gf asked him to accompany her into a Haunted House on Halloween (asking him not to blast anything whatever happens first 😂). He agreed for some reason.
Well.. Since after the apocalypse humans made some alterations to the Haunted Houses, it's safe to say they're both... Uhh... Regretful. Lucien started to reconsider his life choices XD
Love the tradition of going to Haunted Houses. And the photos of people going in. You know the meme 😆
Darksiders Inktober drawing prompts and Penance by @imagine-darksiders
