#venti memories

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Um 👉👈 maybe Venti + "stay a little longer?" ('please?') for a scenario idea? Could go into comfort/angst or just him being a menace to spend time with you! Or another prompt could be a highschool AU maybe 🤔 like spending time in the music room together to practice?

(No pressure to do this if it doesn't click, thank you for sharing your work on your blogs!!)

“stay-” 

“venti ...” 

“stay longerrrr,” venti groaned, his tone rising the longer he drew out the ‘R’. 

“I have to leave sometime. I have work.” 

“What is work when you can spend all your time with me,” his cheeky grin pressed against your arm, his playful eyes flashing to the ones you tried so hard not to roll. Venti was always taking things as seriously as a grape about to be smashed down into the fine wine he loved to drink. 

“And who is going to pay for this apartment that you enjoy spending time in, hmmm?” 

“Haha, it’ll work out!” 

“Venti --” you were cut off by a face pressing into your side and making you giggle uncontrollably. He wrapped himself around you like a cat begging for your attention and refused to release you no matter how many times you lifted him away. “Veeeentii, come onnn.” 

When he finally let you go, he moved to the table but instead of sitting in one of the chairs, he leapt on the table-top, legs crossed, and elbows pressing into his thighs. He was pouting, you could tell easily by the frown on his face, but there wasn’t much you could do. 

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” 

“Ah, a promise is only as strong as the seal used to bind it.” 

“W-What?” you asked, head lifting up from tying your shoes. When you saw his lips pull into a sly smirk, you knew something was happening but you weren’t sure what. Then, as if everything fell into place, he lifted his finger and tapped his cheek, eyes staring you down out of his peripherals. 

“gah, alright,” finishing your task quickly, you made your way to him. It was easy enough to lean forward and aim for a kiss on his cheek but when you were about to make the connection he turned his head so you planted one on his lips. “I should have seen that comING!?” Like a Venus flytrap, his arms caged you in as he pulled you backward on the table so you were laying on top of him. 

“Stay a little longer ....” he pleaded with a sad eyes much mischievous grin. 

You relented, because that’s all you could ever do, “Fine, but only for a little -- haha -- wait! A little while! Venti!” but he couldn’t hear you anymore over the sound of his excited, happy, and gleeful laughter. 

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Could I please request a fluff scenario with Venti? 👉👈 Maybe with him doing the reader's eyeliner, or gathering cecilias together at Starsnatch Cliff? Tysm if you do this and hope you're taking care! 💗💕

“Venti, get down from there!” You laughed, hand blocking the brightness of the sun as you searched through the tree branches and thick leaves for the mischievous bard.. 

“Hoo hoo, are you worried about me?” You heard his voice but couldn’t see him; even still, it was like he was directly near your ear and that thought made your cheeks warm. He was always being a little terror, a playful menace, so you’d gotten used to this type of behavior from him but it never ceased your worries.

“Of course. What if you fall?” 

Suddenly, the wind picked up around you. The gust pushed you further up the hill and toward the tree whose roots spread far and wide. You wrapped your arms across your body, your feet dug dug into the soil so you wouldn’t fall over. “Me, fall? That’s just not possible.” Venti’s teasing rang in your ears and when you opened your eyes you stumbled backward when he appeared directly in front of you. 

“Show off.” You huffed, hands flexing under the grip he had on your wrists, body floating on the updraft, coat flapping in the wind as if he had wings the color of breeze touched grass. 

“Hehe.” 

“Menace.” 

“Me!?” 

“Yes you. That’s exactly what you are.” You joked, stealing back one of your arms so you could pinch his nose between your thumb and index finger. With a tiny little shake you were engulfed in his sly laughter and when he tried to float closer to your face with a very clear intention, you opened your palm and pushed him away. “Nah ah, you promised to help me first.” 

“That’s not as much fun.” 

“Too bad, a promise is a promise.” You scolded him as you made your way toward the path. After a moment he appeared next to you as if he’d been on task this whole time. 

“So, shall I play us a tune as we traverse the hills of Mondstadt? I have my trusty lyre and you have your voice.” 

“You know I can’t sing very well.” 

“Nonsense! You sing beautifully. I’ll start us off with something easy.” The lyre appeared out of thin air and even though you were anxious to sing, you let him do as he pleased. Soon, your voice drifted along as best as it could to the song he played. 

When you finally reached the top of Starsnatch Cliff you’d sung so many songs that your throat began to hurt, or, perhaps that was from the never-ending laughter that venti pulled from your chest. 

“See, it passed the time well!” 

“I guess your right.” You smiled, “Now, let’s find those -- huh? Where are all the flowers?” Confused, you began to search the for any sign of the small flowers that should be here but it was like the hillside had never seen a Cecilia in all it’s life. Empty, barren, gone was the landscape you were starting at. “What in the -” 

“Perhaps it was because of our singing?” 

“Huh?” 

“I mean, you did sound quiet terrible that maybe the flowers uprooted themselves and floated on the breeze just to get away.” 

“VENTI!” He burst into a hysterical fit at his jest, his hands flying over his mouth as he bent forward in laughter. Even though you were shocked, offended even, you couldn’t help but join in. “Menace!” 

“Hehe.” 

It was unfortunate that you couldn’t gather the flowers you went searching for. They would have made a lovely bouquet as well as a necessary item for your commission but not all things ended how they should it seemed. 

Still, though he’d never say it to your face, Venti swore up and down you were one of them yourself: a flower so steadfast that it would hold on in even the harshest of winds, a flower so beautiful but unable to perceive that it was, a flower that spoke to his soul, just as your laughter always did. 

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Venti + wind spirit reader (platonic)

Venti drifted through the forest, his spirit leading him wherever the wind took him. This activity, this freedom he was able to hold onto even after the thousands of years he’d been alive, was something he never tired of. 

As he passed under the trees, a small noise caught his attention and, when he went to investigate, he was surprised to see a small wind spirit caught in the twisting branches and dense foliage. 

“Oh-ho! What do we have here?” He asked himself, lifting his body up on a warm draft of wind. “How did you manage to get so stuck?” His hands reached to the now still and slightly trembling sprite whose light had grown so week from being denied the wind. As soon as Venti’s hands touched it, there seemed to be a reawakening, like a once still heart beginning to beat again. 

“There you go little spirit.” His soft voice comforting and once he was back onto solid ground, the small life began to flutter on its own. “How does the wind feel?” He asked, calling for the gentle breeze and as soon as it connected with it there was an immediate change. 

The wind spirit darted underneath Venti’s hair and circled around his face before smashing into his cheeks. “You are free now, where shall you go?” 

The wind spirit hovered in front of his face for a moment before slipping under his cape and hiding in the shade. “Want to come with me? Well, then. Let’s play!” 

The warmth from the anemo archon, the breath of life he provided, and the constant kindness he showed to all things brought him a friend.

--

There were moments when looking at the spirit that reminded him of himself and, as drastically as the tables reversed, he would find himself lost in a past he couldn’t forget. Now, looking at the small floating creature whose entire existence was to live off the currents and drafts of the wind, he wondered if this was his universal karma coming back to haunt him more than the memories already did. 

“Would you like to hear a story?” Venti spoke to the spirit who spun in front of his eyes. It’s vibrant green light making him nostalgic. “Haha ... I’m sorry my friend, this story has a sad ending ...” His eyes drifted toward the ground. Their view obstructed every once in a while by his legs as they dangled above the distant roots and running water below. 

Unraveling his hands, his gaze drifted to the fingers which were modeled after another, whose tender touch was imitated, not his own, and never good enough. As the regret and shame began to fill his heart, the small spirit drifted into his open palms. It’s pulsating warmth spreading as it settled into his hands, over his fingers.

“Hmm, settle in little friend; I shall weave you the story from start to finish and in the end ... we will both wish it was longer.” He took a deep breath, felt a hot tear spill from his eye and began. 

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Welcome --  

here you can find short situations, scenarios, or interaction with one of the characters below

🔆 - hazes favorites

Rules: 

SFW only (fluff, comfort, slight angst, platonic or romantic are all acceptable*)

ask: one scenario & one character per ask (example: putting up Diluc’s hair, or ‘smudging xiao’s eyeliner’) 

Characters: 

Women: Amber, Beidou, Ganyu, Jean, Ningguang, Sucrose

Men: Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Dainsleif, Kaeya, Kazuha, Itto, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli 

Feel free to peruse the collection of memories we’ve weaved through the tags below (i.e. memories for Kaeya - #kaeya memories)

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Heyyyy Hazel, what’s up!! I hope you’re enjoying vacation. I’m a devoted follower of yours from your other blog lol and just like your other page I can’t get enough of your writing. These little shorts are tooo cute 🥰

As a venti simp I’m low on content of the anemo archon and was hoping you could help me out! The reader waking up next to venti and admiring him in the morning sunlight as he crawls out from under the covers and gets dressed in his elaborate green layers. His braids are also undone and ughhh I wanna hug him and never let him go.

The sunshine warmed your face as it fell through the window above your bed.

When you turned over, your arm tingling from the amount of time you rested on it, you met Venti's sleeping face. His usually tied up hair rested against his cheek, fell down his nack and faded into the covers that he bunched into his hands. His lips were slightly parted and if you listened closely you could hear the steady inhale and exhale of his breaths.

Lifting your hands from the sheets, you began to stroke his cheeks, your fingers sliding along the path of his jaw, over his eyebrows and into his hair line. You liked how fluffy and soft his hair was, and when he let it fall like this he was even more handsome in your eyes.

He moved, eyes fluttering open and when he saw you staring at him the cutest smile spread across his lips.

"You're staring at me, creepy." He joked.

"Only because you're cute when your sleeping."

"Heh, I'm cute all the time." His comment made you laugh, a sound he loved to hear and one that made him move closer to you so he could wrap around your waist. It was comforting to feel him this close, to feel his heartbeat, to rest in his hair.

When it was time to finally get out of bed, you let him go first. You shifted so you could sit and watch as he slid from under the covers and make his way to the dresser where his clothes were.

He put them on bit by bit, his legs sliding into the skin tight pants he preferred to wear, followed by his shorts and white top. Each time he moved, the strands of his hair that hung long in the front danced and bounced as he worked himself into his outfit. Every once in a while he'd tuck them behind his ears, but they fell back to his cheek quickly.

When he was finished, he walked toward the bed, sitting down in the space next to you. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked, his eyes teasing and smug.

"Absolutely, a stunning performance." Clapping, you provided him with an applause worthy of his skill which made him laugh out loud, his face catching in the sunlight as he leaned back slightly.

Reaching for him, you patted the spot in front of you, "Let me help with your braids."

"Thank you!" He beamed and slowly his loose black-ish-blue and aqua strands were woven into their normal style and his playful ensemble was complete.

[teyvatmemories]

Oooo this seems fun!!

How about playfully flicking Venti on the nose? Would that suffice?

:VV

It’s right there, just within your reach. The drunken bard is laughing hysterically as he reaches for another sip and when he sets it down, his intoxication makes him splash the liquid inside. 

He’s chatting with whoever is there, but your too focused on the way his face moves. His mouth falling open, drifting between a smile and active movement as he speaks, his eyes closing and opening, his nose scrunching together to form little ripples on the bridge. 

You have this urge, a strong urge to touch him. So, when he turns back to you, you make your move.

“Y/N, are you going to ...” His excited voice is cut off as you flick him in the nose. Biting your lip you hone in on your target and with a quick, flick, you get him. “... whAT!?” He shouts, pushing your hand away. You burst into laughter, covering your mouth and slamming your hand on the table. 

When you lower your mouth to apologize, he flicks you back, hard, the movement of his fingers sends a gust of air around your face and through your hair. Smirking, you look at him again and aim for his nose. The two of you fight for dominance, keeping score of who can flick who uncaring of who gets in the crosshairs, and especially uncaring of the poor bartender whose jaw is clenching at the nuisances at his bar. 

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Maybe taking care of a hungover Venti? I kind of like to imagine he'd be a bit embarassed after hearing some of the things he said while he was drunk

He rolled over, head throbbing and voice sore from being used to much the night before. Flashes of the evening activities slipped behind his eyes every time they closed and, even though he didn't remember falling down, his legs hurt where small bruises formed.

He saw something move in the room but couldn't focus on it. How did he manage to get so drunk? For someone who could put them away easily, to get to this level of hungover ... He must have really let loose.

Perhaps it was because the moments swept him up in a joyous rowdiness, perhaps it was the addictive taste of the wine, or perhaps it was the anniversary of the worst day of his life - the years were still unkind to his heart, how he wished some memories would fade.

"You look terrible." the voice filled his ears and he rolled toward it.

"I question that account, because I recall always looking fantastic." He joked, his raspy voice the consequences of his loud signing.

"You really went at it last night, drink this." You laughed and handed him a warm drink. The liquid was soothing, comforting.

"It pays to be the life of the party."

"Well, 'life of the party,' do you remember what you did? Or said?"

"...." His face told you everything you needed to know and as you started to share with him his actions, while giving him medicine and other remedies for his hangover, you watched his face turn red from embarrassment.

"Haha ... Oh ... Well" He shamefully laughed as he covered himself with the blankets and hid himself from view.