The entire Genshin squad were preparing to come get you from Earth and convince you to come to Teyvat, but Albedo and Sucrose's dimension portal began to malfunction, causing it to suck everything in its close vicinity. Unfortunately for Venti, he was super close to the machine in his excitement to be the first to cross over and meet you, so he was sucked in immediately. He was caught off guard so he wasn't able to fight the vacuum that pulled him in. The others were quick to run and escape as the machine exploded and blew off Albedo's lab.
Everyone thought Venti died and mourned him.
"Ooh, ouch. That made me dizzy."
Venti held his head with a hand as he willed the dizziness away. This is almost as bad as a hangover after a fun night at Angel's Share, though as he continued to stay still, the faster it subsided. Once he has completely recovered, he opens his eyes and looks up from his position on the floor.
There you were, in all your glory. Wearing an office suit and seated on your swivel chair, infront of your glass table and computer. You looked like you were in the middle of a talk with your assistant when Venti arrived, and now you were both gawking at him just like he's staring at you, open mouthed.
You look... you look... absolutely divine. Powerful.
You snap your mouth closed and turn to your assistant, clearing your throat as your expression smooths itself back to cool indifference.
"Cancel all my appointments for this afternoon."
You turn to look at Venti and the look in your eyes made the bard blush a soft pink. Despite being fully clothed, he feels bare under your intense gaze. You licked your lips and smirked. Pink now turned to a furious red.
"...I'm afraid there's a huge change of plan." You chuckled.
SWEET DUMMY HOUSEHUSBAND VENTI WITH CEO!READER WHO SIMPS FOR HIM.
Venti is so pampered, all sorts of vintage wine being handed to him by you almost everyday. Any instrument he asks of you are immediately delivered, and you always seem so pleased with yourself when he kisses your cheek in gratitude. You take him to private islands you own when you feel like he's becoming a bit stir crazy inside your billion dollar home, and you let him experience things he never could in Teyvat, like riding a plane.
You, tired from all of your CEO work and talking with greedy rich people trying to curry favor with you, coming home to Venti and his sweetly simple dishes.
"But we have maids, love." You gently reminded him as you gently kissed his lips. "You didn't need to cook. You know you could just order them to do it."
"I know, my muse. But they'd never be able to put my secret ingredient on the dishes!"
"And what, pray tell, is that secret ingredient?"
Venti rubbed your noses together, his eyes sparkling with adoration. "Why, love of course! They'd never love you like I do."
You melted against his arms and he was all too happy to lead you to your chair and helped you in. He even fed you himself as he cracked silly jokes, lifting your mood. He even massages your shoulders, all the remaining tension leaves your body completely. He sings a song he composed while you were out working and you've never felt so loved.
You just know you'll never find another man like him, who never cared about your riches.
Meanwhile in his mind, Venti rejoices. He internally thanks the machine for transporting him safely in your world. Now, he's yours and you're his.
Here's hoping the others won't attempt to cross over again, so he could keep you all to himself.
I’m not gonna lie…like, I love Venti and all, but I feel like he’s the kinda bubba to watch you sleep. It’s a very archon bubba thing. Aren’t they so cute?
It’s endearing, really, even if it’s a bit eerie. Prolly puts his mind at ease knowing you’re comfy enough to sleep right at his side, and he’s just basking in that feeling…and then…soon enough…it’s been two hours…and he’s just…still kinda watching you…
Especially when he’s not in his “deep sleeper” era. Venti def has changing sleeping patterns lolsies we love him for that😻🤍
If it gets to be too much, simply give him a lil kiss and put his hat over his eyes. He will take the hint…Remember, communication is key!
I’d pay for him to be my sleep paralysis demon tbh
Understandable little Nemo definitely needs to be safe! So I do want to know how venti reaction to meeting his adorable boy and adopted son.
-🎀 anon
Venti would be overjoyed! He would want to hold Nemo in his hand like how the Nameless Bard used to when he himself was but a wisp, but....
Nemo seemed to float away from his hand when he tries to reach out to caress him.
Venti thinks Nemo was simply being shy, so he starts to softly talk to the little guy to encourage him to come closer. But Nemo wasn't being shy.
Poor wisp was overwhelmed to suddenly meet his archon father after hundreds of years. So he zooms to you, diving head first to your chest and squeezing himself in between until nothing but his tiny legs were visible.
Venti looks at you with a pout. You could see how genuinely hurt the bard-god truly is, though, so you walk toward him to hold his hand.
"Nemo was probably overwhelmed. Please dont take it to heart, love."
Venti sighed, smiling sadly. "I know. I probably would feel the same as well."
"Why not try to talk to Dorian? He's been looking at you for a while now."
Venti snapped his head towards where the bio-alchemist was standing, facing away from them. Dorian was taking care of his Fellflower by the window sill, feeding it with raw meat. You could feel his anxiety, surrounding him thickly.
Thankfully, Venti had a much better encounter with his adopted son. Dorian soon relaxes as he continues to converse with the bard, and soon they were both setting off with two fishing rod to get fresh fish for tonight's dinner as well as to bond together.
You get turn to look down at the wisp still wedged in your chest with a huff, and then an understanding smile.
"I know you're overwhelmed, little one. But you're going to have to talk to him soon. I thought you wanted to meet your Papa?"
Nemo wiggles his tiny legs, presumably to get out, but all he succeeds in doing is to squeeze hinself deeper between your breasts. You chuckled and have pity on him, picking him up and seating him on the palm of your hand. You then slightly turn your head behind you, feeling another presence.
"Don't think I won't scold you too for hiding behind the door instead of talking to your father, little doll."
Stepping into the room after being at addressed by you... is the kabukimono.
I dunno about you, but I just love the idea of God!Reader picking Venti as their consort/lover and how he and everyone else would react to that.
Reader: why worship me when you can worship my lover, Barbatos!
Bestie this is a Venti simp blog, Venti is always the default and canon consort of God!Reader here. 🥰
Barbatos has loved and adored you for so long, the Most Enthusiastic Devotee of the Seven. He emulates your will by refusing to rule Mondstadt, just as you had refused to rule the entirety of Teyvat. He was so utterly enamored by you; the fact that your divine principle is Freedom just solidifies his faith in you more.
The gods of Celestia, he regards them with disdain for sitting on the throne meant for you, ruling with tyranny and destroying lives just because they could. So when you descended and declared war with Celestia, he was right there beside you and fought for the entire world's freedom.
Venti acts amicable to his fellow archons but he secretly thinks them as traitors for forcing the role of Supreme Ruler unto you. You wished for the world to be free from rule; it's why you battled Celestia in the first place! You wanted humanity to thrive on their own; you didn't want mortals to rely on you. He seethed in anger, protested against it vehemently because he also wanted you, the benevolent All-Creator, to be free as well.
Unbeknownst to everyone, it's what endeared him to you. It's why you fell for him.
And it's also why you chose him, out of everyone vying for your attention, as your lover.
In truth, you've always loved him even before getting transported to Teyvat. But seeing him defend your freedom, your wish to not rule, how could you not immediately point at him when your disgusting, vile, audacious loyal acolytes demanded requested you to pick a consort to marry?
Venti furiously blushed, yet smiled up at you with such vibrance that it nearly blinded your eyes, while your shameless, impertinent acolytes gaped with how fast you've decided.
They opened their mouths to protest, To change your mind? To make you pick someone else? To make you choose just one more to stand by your side?, but then you looked at them all with an empty gaze filled with cold rejection... and they understood.
You found Barbatos to be the only one worthy of keeping your heart.
The Anemo Archon vowed to always keep your heart safe on your wedding day, along with an unspoken promise to one day release you from the shackles of ruling Teyvat. When your lips met in a gentle kiss, he felt a sudden surge of power enter his body. Venti looks at his form to find himself now sporting three pairs of wings instead of one, and felt immensely stronger... stronger than when he still had his gnosis. Stronger than when he's on his prime and still had his gnosis. Is this the All-Creator's blessing? Is this the power of the All-Creator's most beloved?
He grinned, spreading his wings as he steps down the altar and slowly approaches the seated acolytes watching the wedding.
You merely watched with an adoring smile as your consort, your husband, exacted just divine punishment upon your worshippers.
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.
Reader as ordinary human with no powers/Creator/Player reader x Barbatos, but his wings is crazy ass sensitive. Whenever you stroke his wings, or gently and playfully pull his feathers he losses his shut RIGHT. THERE. He is a whiney needy melting mess after just a small tag. Legs? What is legs? He doesn't need these, he is ascending just on the power of pleasure... All mushy inside, hiding his face in a crook of readers neck and hugging reader with his wings, while you stroke them.
100% will go for a kiss, while whining... Long one, and if you continue to stroke...
Sometimes it terrifies him, how much power over him you have, while being just a hooman.
And the most scary part is, he does not mind~
I am in a middle of brainrot and I need a hug
SISBSJBSBDIWNWNW IABSIWBSJSBWKW THIS THIS TIIDJGIS THIS
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MEEBEJEHBD EJBFDN NNNGG LOSIMG MINE FUMCKEN MIND OVER THIS BRAINROT RRRRR GRRRR WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK BARK WOOF AWOOOOO ARF ARF GRRR RRRRR GRRR ARF ARF BORK BORK ARF AWOOGA
You just wanted to feel up his wings and see if his feathers are as soft as they look. One touch and his breath hitches. Couple more and he's reduced to a puddle of mess on your lap. Your fingers trace down his feathers and he's audibly letting out whines and whimpers. Your hands continue to wander down and when your fingertips made contact near the base of his wings, he lets out a sound that had you flustered, so you let up.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" you immediately ask, trying to mask your embarrassment after hearing him moan.
"No," his voice is muffled due to having buried his face on the crook of your neck. "It... It just felt good. And relaxing." Venti presses himself even closer to you like he wanted to merge your bodies together, his arms wrapped around your neck. "Please, touch my wings more?"
Who are you to deny your god?
He captures your lips with his as soon as your fingers touched his wings again.
