omg im having brainrot about venti and how do u think he would cuddle windblume? would he be big spoon or small spoon? lmk ur thoughts!
i am so sorry it took me a while to respond bUT OOO
i hope you’re still having a venti brainrot because i’m still having a brainrot abt him (24/7,, check my dms with tala aka tumblr user blooming-cecilia LOL i flood her with venti stuff a lot)
anyway.
cuddling venti hcs, you want? i’ll give it to you. let me just ransack my mind for a bit;
- imagine just laying supine on the bed and venti just. crawls on top of you and buries his head on your chest. venti likes listening to your heartbeat and he also likes it when you stroke or pat his head. go on. run your fingers through his hair. he’ll probably sigh, pleased, and if you stop – he’ll definitely tell you to do it again (do it again! why should you not?) if you’re feeling playful and decide to stop, there are chances he’ll put your hand back to where it belongs.
- imagine sleeping so deeply that nothing ever wakes you. a venti comes to join you for bed, and when he sees you hugging a pillow, he won’t hesitate to replace said pillow with himself. venti will either nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, or he’ll let your head rest on his chest. hm. he likes smelling your shampoo, by the way, because it makes him feel so much at home.
- ((akshsjbsjsjsjb the idea of venti just content with windblume… it’s so nice…))
- in the idol au, i discussed a similar concept where you try to make venti jealous by cuddling a plushie instead of him. it didn’t end well cuz venti couldn’t take it (archons, he’s just so silly-) and threw it across the room, before glomping you. why is the plushie getting more love than him??? he’s your boyfriend!!
- during the morning, it’s hard to get up because of venti’s hold around your waist. you’ll have to wake him up so he can let go of you. (but bear in mind, though: that venti’s very clingy—an understatement, tbh—and he loves you very much. i think waking him up just made it worse because he’ll hold you tighter. he refuses to let go.) there is no e s c a p e.
- cuddle him and he’ll cuddle you back. it has more passion and vigor it’s overwhelming. he’ll giggle a lot. cuddling is his favorite past times with you.
- you expect me to not think abt needy venti???? wrong. needy venti is for the soul. imagine him just sitting on the couch and has his arms raised. hands closing and opening in a grabby motion. he pouts at you, “windblume. cuddle.”
- he wants your attention, your affections, so it’s not so surprising when you’re on the phone with someone and you feel arms squeezing your waist… and kisses on your cheeks…
- don’t get me started on possessive venti during cuddle sessions cuz even though you both look cute & wholesome on the outside, who’s not to say that venti’s mind is only filled with mine, and only mine… mine always
- the anemo archon “i’ll be your alternate jacket / hoodie / sweater!” barbatos, then proceeds to BEAR HUG you
- AJAHAJWBDKJDKKDLNDNP i just remembered abt his wings 🥺🥺 venti will definitely wrap his wings around you for more warmth……they’re so soft and comfortable and fluffy
- imagine you just both sitting together and one of his wings guide you close to him
- during rainy days / winter season, cuddles with venti will increase (if venti’s being a lil trickster, he’ll insert his cold hand under your shirt)
- “windblume, i’m cold. i think i deserve some cuddling, don’t you think?”
- personal hc: venti can’t choose which position he likes, but he has a soft spot for digging and hiding his face on your neck… he wants to be in his haven; his paradise; your arms around him, his arms around you. or just you, really. you’re home to him.
- after a long day, venti just drapes all over you. there are no words exchanged but you can understand what’s happening. he’s recharging. praise him, will you? comfort him? give him little kiths… or if you can, sing him songs? (yes. when venti’s upset, he calms down when he just presses himself closer to you)
- venti’s hugs are just the best. there are times where things are hard and it’ll always be resolved with proper communication and really— just a tight hug will suffice.
- when you’re both curled with one another, venti rubs your fingers with his thumb tenderly. hand holding with venti is always nice because you can feel that he really loves you, even in simple gestures.
- look at venti whenever you guys cuddle. yep. the soft gaze. the small smile. ah, yes. he loves you very much.
as for the big spoon and little spoon… venti can be both. he can be the big spoon or the small spoon.
that’s what’s perfect about him.
he doesn’t care.
as long as he’s cuddling you, he’s satisfied.
at first i only thought him as a small spoon because i want to give him the comfort that he deserves uNTIL I REALIZED THAT BIG SPOON VENTI IS GOOD, TOO. i mean. wouldn’t you want to be spooned by the anemo archon???
((tho… i’m in a huge big spoon venti mood rn…….. time to feed myself))
so yeah!!! it depends on the mood.
but you know. venti prefers it more when he sees you.
there’s easy access to the lips—easy access to the eyes. easy access to the face. he loves seeing you.
currently trying to write a fic about sick windblume and doctor venti but nothing gets done because venti keeps on kissing and cuddling windblume
“t–t–this is— t–too much—mmph—“ you pant out, and push venti away to catch your breath. but venti captures your lips again, and you can hear him hum happily and playfully from the contact, as if he’s teasing you. this jerk. “aa— ah— venti, i can’t— breathe—“
thankfully venti gives you enough mercy, and detaches himself from you. both of you are a blushing, sweaty mess inside his clinic, and man, it’s all so hot. so so damn hot. your head is spinning and you’re overwhelmed because of him. your BODY is hot because of him, instead of the sickness that you have right now.
he chuckles, “oh, is that so? should i give you a CPR then?”
you screech, “e–enough!! and i don’t think that it even works like that! venti, just give me some pills, and i’ll be on my way—!”
“and then i’ll never see you again for two weeks? or maybe more? no can do. later. or better yet,” venti pins you down on the sheets, and you gasp between clenched teeth. his luscious braids hang loosely on the sides of his face. he smiles mischievously. “stay sick forever.”
you begin to struggle from his hold. “NO! I HAVE THINGS TO DO—MMMPHH!” venti starts kissing you again, and you try to thrash away, but again, it’s all futile. he has a strong grip around your wrists. “ve–venti, you’ll— you’ll get sick too!”
so he feeds us the grapes??? archons he feeds us the grapes???? i’m so sorry for being late when it comes to the serenitea pots LOL
hhh imagine taking a bite of the grapes and you say, “oh yes, they do taste good.”
venti grins happily from your comment and takes one for himself, “they do!”
you assume that there’s nothing more left to do, so when you’re about to leave for other matters, a hand clasps around your wrist. you blink when you see venti still having that bright grin of his and a piece of grape close to your mouth. venti takes a step closer, “say aaah, love~”
you blush from the proximity, “but i already ate—“
yeahhh no. venti is having none of it and he’ll continue feeding you the grapes until you’re full. he loves you that much.
imagine venti making an effort in the morning to feed you an amazing breakfast because he’s such an amazing lover and once he serves it to you, you sleepily look at him with a raised brow
“what is it?”
“there’s way too many ketchup.”
venti, who dies a little inside when you didn’t comment on the cute octopus shaped hotdogs and on the long sweet message he wrote on the omelette with said ketchup, flinches hard. “THAT’S WHAT YOU’VE NOTICED??”
getting emotional at 1 am i will forever love the warrior windblume trope so imagine fading in and out of consciousness… imagine lifting your eyelids with a little bit of energy.
you can’t see clearly but you know this familiar and tender touch—you’re pressed close to someone’s chest. an arm is supporting your frail back and a hand is on your cheek.
your body is sore and numb. you can feel some open wounds and some uncomfortable gashes from your arms and legs. but nothing is ever more painful to feel something wet dripping down your face from above.
it’s not the rain.
but from your beloved who’s been trying to quieten their cries.
“venti,” you breathe, and attempt to reach out. there’s no use. you don’t have the strength this time. “…venti, i—“
venti’s fingers pinch your cheek. it’s not enough to hurt you. he can’t speak right now, not when he’s crying his heart out. but you understand what he’s trying to convey. he’s reprimanding you for being reckless again. for being careless again.
for being so inconsiderate again.
venti worries about you a lot.
and he wants you to be careful. to take care of yourself.
he wants you to think about yourself for once.
drip. drip.
“…i-i’m sorry,” and it’s all you can say, but you mean it. you mean it. “i’m sorry, venti…”
you wish you can see what he looks like right now.
but you feel so exhausted.
so you close your eyes when the fresh scent of cecilias and rain flood your nostrils. the hand that is pinching your cheek brushes your hair, and a soft kiss lingers on your forehead as venti dips his head down—don’t do this again.
imagine a coffee shop date with venti and he pulls out his polaroid. ofc, the cheeky young man takes aesthetic photos of you—be it taking a sip of your iced/hot caffeine or other drink, taking a bite of your chosen desert, or just smiling/laughing at him in general.
and you like his shots, you really really adore his shots. you badly want one, at least one film, so you can save some for yourself (so you can paste it on your cork board for memories) but venti’s so stingy. he shows it to you, and when you attempt to steal it from him, he immediately yanks his hand away so you won’t reach it.
you scowl at his tongue out.
“what must i do for you to give me at least one film, love?”
he beams, “glad you asked.” he hands you the polaroid, and you instantly realize what he wants you to do.
at the end of the date, you have a lot of films that consisted of venti in different angles (and funnier angles). but at least, you have one film of yourself…
in short, venti wants you to collect his pictures because he’s doing it with yours. (he didn’t even need to voice this out, because you’d still do it anyway, if you have your own polaroid—and you can empathize why he’s so stingy with the films as well.
“for my eyes only,” he winks, then kisses one film that has your face on it. he keeps his eyes on you as he watches you blush tremendously.)
+ one film consists of him kissing your cheek.
+ one film consists of him surprising you with a kiss.
+ another one consists of you guys holding hands (he loved this one so much because you were the one who took the picture despite it being blurry, but it felt perfect for him)
(in every photograph he has of you, there are always hearts, happy faces, sometimes stickers or even handwritten comments)
the date is there too, of course. he wants to cherish every special day (every day with you in it is special, who is he kidding?)
11/26
i will never let go of us.
and it’s a photo taken by a stranger, with him cupping your face and you stifling your giggles because of how smitten he looked.
