Summary: In the quiet heights of Stormterror’s Lair, Venti introduces his newborn child to Dvalin, the dragon guardian of Mondstadt. With playful caution and heartfelt sincerity, the Anemo Archon entrusts Dvalin with a sacred promise—to protect the child whenever Venti cannot. Amid gentle nudges and soft laughter, a bond is formed between ancient guardian and fledgling life, carried on the winds of love and legacy.
Tags: Dad Venti, Protective Dvalin, Wholesome, Found Family, Soft Moments, Baby Fic, Dragon Babysitter.
A/N: I can't believe you didn't make this request before 😭🙏
The wind was still that day over Stormterror’s Lair, not a breeze dared stir while the skies held their breath. Venti, clad in a cloak of soft green and feathered hems, stood atop the worn stone ruins with something far more precious than even the Windsong Lyre cradled against his chest.
Wrapped tight in a blanket, with tufts of hair peeking out like wild spring grass, was his newborn child—barely days old, already holding Venti’s heart more tightly than any melody ever had.
“Now, now,” Venti murmured, voice a gentle hum over the cradle of the world. “We’re going to meet someone very, very special. But no pressure, little one—he only happens to be a giant dragon.”
As if on cue, the shadows shifted, and a low wind stirred the air before the vast form of Dvalin landed silently upon the broken earth, wings folding like great cathedral doors. His eyes blinked, ancient and intelligent, fixating immediately on the small bundle in Venti’s arms.
“Easy,” Venti cooed, stepping closer. “No sniffing too hard, you’ll knock them into next week.”
Dvalin’s enormous snout came down, slowly, cautiously. His nostrils flared as he sniffed once—twice—before letting out a deep, almost amused rumble. He nudged the child’s swaddled form ever so gently, as if the newborn might vanish like mist if breathed on too strongly.
The baby stirred, one tiny hand escaping the burrito-wrap to wiggle in the air. Dvalin stared at it, enchanted.
“That’s right,” Venti said, grinning. “They smell like apples. That’s my kid, alright.”
Dvalin’s eyes lifted, and for a long moment, dragon and Archon simply looked at each other. The wind whispered around them, a wordless promise echoing on ancient currents.
“Hey,” Venti said, voice softer now, weighted with something old and true. “I won’t always be here. You know how I am—blown away by songs, cider, sudden revolutions…” His smile wavered. “But I need someone I trust to watch over them. Someone who knows the skies like I do. Someone I can count on.”
Dvalin rumbled again—low, certain.
Venti stepped forward and gently touched the baby’s forehead to the smooth, cool scales of Dvalin’s nose. “Sworn protector of Mondstadt,” he whispered. “And now, guardian of my little windling.”
The baby yawned, then sneezed. A tiny puff of Anemo shimmered in the air, enough to tickle Dvalin’s nose and make Venti laugh aloud.
“Oh no,” he said dramatically. “They already have your sense of drama.”
Dvalin snorted and lifted his head, wings spreading as the breeze finally returned, warm and sweet.
And in the quiet that followed, with the sky above and the stones below, Venti felt something sacred settle into place. A promise sealed not with a contract, but with trust, and the endless breath of the wind.
oh hey also, if anybody needs space and has a dragon that eats primarily or only seafood, i'm willing to babysit for you for a little while
all of my dragons are on breeding cooldown right now so this isnt a breeding opportunity, i would mostly just be clearing out my stock of seafood and maybe/probably coliseum-ing/level-grinding a bit
