Heyo, I'm Peggy, or Lumi! I write fanfics, and make art!
Below will be introducing myself, what I write for and my masterlists, and rules!
About me!
I'm the admin, and I go by multiple names, you can use whichever! I use She/They/He/Xe/It. I am 18!!
I'm a multi-fandom writer and artist, and sometimes get unmotivated to write a lot of the time due to personal reasons, or school!
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this is my friend and he's awesome you should read everything on the blog and send him a million asks after finals bc the writing is great . you WILL read everything on his blog NOW
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MF MAKING ME WORK OVERTIME AFTER FINALS I’M CRYING ECLIPSE BAHHH
Heads up fellas, I won’t be able to do requests at the moment cause I have finals, and I gotta study for them, so maybe I’ll post like 1 or 2 Headcanons or a oneshot for a character I haven’t written
Just so I don’t let this account die again
But as soon as I graduate and Summer hits, y’all gonna be getting a lot of writing!!
°❀ I fucking love this bard so much he makes me so happy.
Content: Dating Headcanons
Extra: I had to write something for him, expect more of this silly guy.
Word Count: 1260
Masterlist
• Venti absolutely falls in love through time spent together. Not grand gestures at first, not beauty, not flirting. Consistency. You staying. You listening to him ramble while he’s halfway through a bottle of dandelion wine and a story he knows from three hundred years ago. That’s what got him. The realization crept up on him slowly like wind through open curtains.
• At the beginning of the relationship, he acts very casual about it. Too casual. Like he’ll sling an arm over your shoulders and grin like nothing affects him, but then you’ll catch him staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking. The moment he realizes he genuinely loves you? Terrifying. He’s survived wars, and other gods, and centuries, but vulnerability? Absolutely not. Definitely not.
• He gets clingier in tiny ways before he even notices it himself. Sitting more closer than usual. Leaning against you whenever it was possible. Stealing your scarf, or sleeves, or any clothing because “they smell comforting”. Holding onto your hand, or your waist, while walking through Mondstadt’s busy streets. Falling asleep against your shoulder after drinking, more relaxed after.
• He’s SUCH a physical affection lover once he trusts you fully. Forehead kisses that he lets his lips linger for a second longer. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. Linking pinkies while walking. Playing with your fingers absentmindedly as you guys are hanging out. Resting his legs across your lap while lounging somewhere sunny.
• His love language is absolutely music and quality time. You cannot convince me otherwise. He will write songs about you constantly. Tiny melodies while he cooks for you (or at least tries his best…). Humming when he sees you approaching him. Soft flute songs specifically meant to calm you down. Sometimes he’ll alter old bard songs to secretly include your name in the lyrics because he can’t stop thinking about you.
• Venti definitely loves laying in flower fields with you for HOURS. Especially at Windrise. Especially beneath the great tree he loves to be at. He’ll have his head in your lap while rambling about clouds, birds, apples, or some random story that started silly and somehow became devastatingly philosophical halfway through.
• If you play with his braids? He’s done for. Completely melted. Archon reduced to soup. The little pleased smile he gets?? Criminal. Run your fingers through his hair and he folds so quickly.
• He definitely acts dramatic for attention sometimes.
“My beloved… I fear I may perish…”
“Venti, you tripped.”
“a rather fatal injury…”
• But underneath all the silliness and jokes, he is very, deeply observant. He’s the type to notice when your smile changes. When you’re tired. When your breathing sounds strained after a painfully rough day. When your laugh is forced instead of genuine like it usually is. He’s lived long enough to become painfully good at reading people.
• He does NOT judge your flaws easily. He’s seen humanity at its worst, and its best over centuries. A bad habit or insecurity won’t scare him away. If anything, he approaches your flaws rather gently, like something delicate he’d never want to bruise.
• He loves introducing you to little hidden places in Mondstadt. Quiet cliffs with the most beautiful and perfect sunsets. Secret apple tree spots. Ruins overgrown with pretty flowers. Rooftops where the stars are clear to shine brightly. Wind currents only he knows how to navigate properly for you.
• If you’re mortal, there’s a quiet sadness buried in him from the start. Not enough to stop loving you. Never that. But enough that sometimes, when you’re asleep against him, he looks at you like he’s trying to memorize every detail before time can steal it away from him.
• Yet despite that fear, he NEVER makes you feel temporary. Never. He’ll love you fully, even knowing loss is inevitable. That’s the part of freedom too.
• He’d absolutely tell you: “Even if this world forgets your name someday, I won’t.”
• If you’re immortal or long-lived though? Whole different flavor of romance. He becomes lighter. Less afraid. More openly attached. The idea that he gets to spend centuries with you instead of decades makes him almost giddy, excited to see where this’ll go.
• He starts planning things. Actual future things. Traveling all across Teyvat together, seeing everything that’ll be different later on. Visiting so many festivals every year. Composing a vast amount of songs together. Watching civilizations change side by side. Dancing at Windblume centuries from now like nothing changed.
• The Archon reveal is simultaneously dramatic and a little awkward. He probably tried to set up a meaningful reveal and then fumbled badly halfway through it.
“So…you know Barbatos?”
“Venti.”
“Yes, my cecilia?”
“The statue has your braids.”
“…I can explain.”
• He watched your reaction SO carefully after telling you. More nervous than he’s been in YEARS. Because now there’s a risk you’ll see him differently. As an Archon. As unreachable. As something above you.
• So when you still just treat him like Venti afterward? He falls even harder for you. You teasing him about being Barbatos quietly while he’s halfway drunk in Angel’s Share genuinely heals something ancient in him.
• He adores being praised by you. Not worshipped. Praised. There’s a huge difference. Gods receive worship constantly by their followers and believers. But genuine affection? Genuine admiration from someone who sees HIM before the Archon? Rare. And he holds onto it.
• He gets jealous in a very quiet way, different than how he is, obviously. Not possessive, no. More like: Suddenly draping himself over you. Interrupting conversations with extreme exaggerated affection. Pulling you into dances out of nowhere. Smiling sweetly while his eyes are like “that’s enough proximity actually!”
• Venti LOVES sleeping beside you. For someone who wanders constantly, never staying in one place for too long, having a person that feels like home affects him so deeply. Sometimes he’ll wake up in the middle of the night just to pull you closer and bury his face against your neck, taking in your warmth and comfort.
• He absolutely whispers sweet things when he thinks you’re asleep. Little confessions. Soft songs. Tiny “I love you”s breathed into the dark because they feel easier for him to say when you can’t answer back immediately.
• He’s incredibly respectful with affection and intimacy too. He checks in constantly without ever making it feel clinical. He wants you comfortable here. Safe. Enjoying yourself. He’d rather slow down than ever make you feel uneasy with him.
• When he’s truly in love, he gets this look sometimes. Quiet. Soft. Ancient. Like the boyish bard slips for just a second, and suddenly you’re seeing the thousands of years behind his eyes. And every single time, he looks at you like you’re something precious the wind itself delivered into his own hands.
• Mondstadt notices how much softer he becomes around you. Jean notices first. Diluc often pretends not to. Kaeya absolutely teases him mercilessly. The citizens just think it’s sweet how the bard who belongs to the wind finally chose somewhere, and someone, to stay beside.
• He’d never cage you. Never demand you stay. Never force devotion from you. Because freedom is the very core of who he is.
• Which somehow makes his love feel even bigger. Because every day you stay beside him is a choice. And after centuries of life, Venti still looks at you like it’s the greatest gift he’s ever been given.
I MEAN. I WOULDNT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT IF YOU DID LOL but aaa take care of yourself oml how do you write so many things so quickly!!
Been in the fandom for almost 6 years running with it being my biggest hyperfixation, the motivation and determination fuels me to write and draw stuff!!
your writing is so in character... for eevryone I've read from u so far but espescially heizou. not enough heizou here on tumblr so if i may ask one.....
touch starved, lonely heizou hcs... romantic...
heizou who is sooo confident to flirt with reader all if the time and he's clearly very physically touchy (hugs, hand holding as soon as he sees reader, pulling reader along everywhere he goes) but whenever reader earnestly, lovingly intiates similar contact he just kind of freezes up because he's not used to anyone reciprocating and it scares him a little. heizou who spends allllll day with reader all the time, but when they part ways every night he feels like a piece of his heart is leaving him 🥺
or something..!! if that is too specific that's okay bwahahaha
Touch Starved Heizou HCS
°❀ Everyone’s taking my weakness to Heizou to their advantage and I love it!
Content: Angst to comfort! Very toothachingly fluffy at the end though!!
Extra: This man has my heart so I have to write this so painfully accurate. So buckle in. It may be a tad bit long…
Word Count: 2109
Masterlist
• Heizou is subtly touchy before you even realize he’s flirting. A hand at the small of your back while he guides you through crowded streets, soft fingers brushing beneath your chin to tilt your face toward him when he’s teasing you, leaning against your shoulder like he already belonged there already. It comes so naturally from him, that it feels almost unfair to you. Especially paired with that smug grin of his. That look in his eyes like he already knows exactly what kind of effect he’s had on you.
• He pays attention to everything. Every startled inhale when he suddenly hooks an arm around your shoulders. Every time your face heated up when he leaned just a little too close. Every nervous little glance you throw him when he compliments you out of nowhere. He notices it all instantly, and archons, he loves it. It’s everything to him.
• “Cute reaction.” That stupid line leaves his mouth constantly when he’s around you. And the worst part? He says it so painfully casual, like he’s not actively ruining your ability to think straight when you’re with him.
• He’s the type to take your hand without asking, and just continue talking normally afterward. Like dragging you through Inazuma City with interlocked fingers is the most obvious thing in the world. Like your heart isn’t currently trying to explode out of your chest and die while he casually points out food stalls and tells you about some bizarre case he had solved last week.
• Physical affection is easy for him when he’s the one giving it. Maybe too easy…
• Because Heizou learned very young how to adapt to people. How to be able to read them. How to make them laugh, how to smoothly charm them, how to stay one step ahead emotionally. It became second nature after he left home. After the wandering. After nights spent alone in unfamiliar places with only himself to rely on.
• Somewhere along the way, touch stopped being something comforting and became something strategic instead. Controlled. Safe, as long as he was the one to be initiating it.
• And then he met you.
• Sweet you. Lovely you. You, who listened to him ramble on and on about cases with genuine interest instead of the polite tolerance he was always given. You, who looked at him like there was more to him than just the flirty detective persona everyone else happily accepted at surface level.
• Falling for you happened slowly. Then all at once. And suddenly he’s finding excuses to be near you constantly.
• He usually sat shoulder-to-shoulder with you whenever it was possible. Threw himself dramatically across your lap when he’s bored with the urge to bother you. Resting his chin on your shoulder while reading over paperwork just because he can. If he was tired, he gets even worse about it. Just half asleep and clinging onto your arm like some oversized cat that decided you’re its new favorite sleeping spot.
• And you always react. Sometimes shy. Sometimes flustered. Sometimes speechless. Heizou lives for it.
• But the thing about Heizou is that he’s observant enough to notice what’s missing, too. You never pull away from him. Never reject him. Never seem uncomfortable. But you don’t initiate anything with him first either.
• At first, he tells himself he’s just imagining it. Then he starts testing it without realizing. He waits a little longer before grabbing your hand. Wonders if maybe you’ll reach for him first.
• You don’t.
• He’ll lean against your shoulder while talking and stays there quietly for a moment afterward. You just let him. But you don’t lean back.
• He hugs you goodbye and lingers just slightly longer than usual. You smile so sweetly at him afterward that it almost physically hurts. But your arms aren’t tightening around him.
• And the terrifying thing is that he starts caring.
• Because this was supposed to be easy. Heizou is painfully good at easy. Good at flirting. Good at making people blush and laugh and fall apart beneath his attention.
• He wasn’t supposed to start wondering if maybe you only tolerated his affection instead of wanting it like he thought.
• Wasn’t supposed to notice every tiny hesitation afterward from you. Wasn’t supposed to lie awake at night replaying interactions in his head like some hopeless idiot in love.
• He starts overthinking. Maybe he’s being too much. Being too clingy. Too touchy with you. Maybe you just didn’t know how to tell him to stop. The thought makes his stomach twist painfully.
• So sometimes he pulls back without warning. Not completely. Never completely. He couldn’t do that.
• But there are days where he keeps his hands to himself more. Days where he walks beside you instead of bumping shoulders with you. Days where he smiles and jokes and acts exactly the same, except he’s carefully resisting every instinct telling him to reach for you.
• And honestly? He hates those days. Because once Heizou let himself get used to your warmth, the absence of it felt completely unbearable.
• The worst nights are the ones after he leaves you. He’ll walk home through Inazuma with his hands shoved into his pockets, replaying every moment from earlier. The way you smiled at him. The sound of your laugh. The small brief look you gave him when he held your hand.
• He will cling to those scraps like they’re enough to quiet the loneliness growing and gnawing at his chest. But when he gets home and the room is empty and quiet, cold…it all comes rushing back to him anyway.
• He’ll lay in bed staring at the ceiling, one arm tossed over his eyes, trying not to think too hard about how badly he wanted to see you again already, even if it’s been around an hour or two.
• Trying not to think about how pathetic it felt to miss someone this much. Trying not to think about how frighteningly easy it would be for you to break his heart.
• Because Heizou can handle danger. He can handle criminals, secrets, lies, pressure.
• But you?
• You have him sitting there overanalyzing the fact you didn’t grab his hand first.
• And that’s so much scarier to him than he realized.
—
• The first time you cupped his face, Heizou genuinely stopped functioning for a second.
• It happened during one of his usual teasing moments too. He’s grinning, saying something smug, probably leaning way too close on purpose just to watch you get flustered again like always. And then your hands are suddenly on his cheeks, so gently that it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs as his breath hitched from your action alone.
• Silence.
• Actual silence.
• His eyes widened just a little before he laughs softly to cover it up, but it sounded a little different this time. Weaker. Breathier. Like his brain had stalled halfway through processing what just happened that second.
• Because you touched him first.
• You wanted to touch him first.
• And archons, that realization terrified him in more ways than he wanted to admit out loud.
• Heizou had spent years being the one who initiated affection first. Years being the one in control of it, however he needed. If he reached first, then he knew what was to expect. Knew how to protect himself if things ended up going wrong.
• But this?
• The way your fingers brushed his hair away from his face, all while you listened to him talk about whatever it was that he was on.
• Your hand slipping around his arm softly, while you walked beside him through the rather busier streets of Inazuma, leaning on him a bit.
• Your thumb absentmindedly rubbing across his knuckles when he held your hand in his.
• It felt so unfamiliar to him in the most dangerous way possible. Because suddenly this affection isn’t something he’s performing anymore.
• It’s real.
• And Heizou realized very, very quickly that he had absolutely no idea how to handle being loved back by someone he wasn’t even sure wanted him.
• The worst part is how obvious his reactions had become to you, once you start paying attention.
• He freezes constantly. Not for long enough that most people would catch it, but you do, since you’ve been around him long enough.
• You notice the way his breath caught whenever you touched him unexpectedly, whether it was a small touch or not. The way his teasing faltered for half a second when you leaned against him first. The way his face had softened before he hurriedly replaced it with another cocky grin of his.
• “You’re getting bold lately, huh?” he joked one day when you intertwined your fingers with his before he could do it first.
• Meanwhile his heart is practically trying to punch through his ribs at rapid paces. It scared him because he liked it too much.
• He liked the warmth of your hands. Liked when you leaned against his shoulder when you were tired, or just wanted to rest your head. Liked when you absentmindedly fixed his collar, or red ties while talking to him. Liked every tiny little thing so desperately that it started aching whenever you were gone for too long.
• He hated admitting how lonely he really felt without you. Hated it.
• Heizou had spent years surviving on his own. Wandering. Running. Learning not to rely too heavily on anyone because people could leave any second. Circumstances changed. Attachments became vulnerabilities.
• And yet somehow you’ve turned him into someone who felt so restless the second you weren’t nearby. After you start reciprocating his affection, being apart became unbearable in an entirely different way.
• Before, he could survive off the memory of your reactions. Now he knew what your touch really felt like. Which meant he craved it constantly.
• He usually caught himself thinking about it during work. Sitting at his desk at the Tenryou Commission, trying to focus on report cases, while remembering the way your hand rested gently against his chest earlier that morning.
• It ruins him.
• Absolutely ruins him.
• Some days he almost seemed quieter around you because of it. Softer. Less performative.
• He still teased you, it’s still funny to him, still flirted shamelessly like he had no problem with it, still flashed those infuriatingly smug smiles that made you smile a little too much.
• But now there are moments where he just…looked at you. Like he’s still trying to process that this is real. That someone actually wanted him this way. Entirely.
• There are some nights where the two of you part ways, and he just stood there for a second after you leave, fingers brushing hesitantly over the spot you touched last like he’s trying to preserve the warmth from it.
• And when he was alone afterward, the loneliness crept in sharper than before.
• Because now he knows what he’s missing. You’ve unknowingly became the comfort he seeked. Your touch became something safe to him before he even realized it was even happening.
• Somewhere along the way, he stopped associating affection with strategies, the charms, and carefully measured control.
• And started associating it with you.
• Which meant sometimes, when he’s especially tired, he got almost shy about it. Subtly leaning closer without realizing. Resting his forehead against your shoulder for a moment longer than he would’ve had.
• Quietly hooking his pinky with yours while walking.
• Tiny things. Tiny things that scream far louder than his flirting ever did.
• Because Heizou can flirt with anyone.
• But he only melts when it’s you touching him back. And little by little, he began to understand something he never truly let himself believe before.
• That love isn’t supposed to feel like chasing. It isn’t supposed to feel conditional, or temporary, or one-sided.
• Sometimes love was just simply your hand finding his naturally. Sometimes it’s you reaching for him before he could ask. Sometimes it’s someone looking at all the lonely, frightened pieces inside of him and choosing to stay anyway with him.
• And for the first time in years, Heizou started to let himself relax into it. Into you. Into the terrifying, exciting, wonderful realization that after all this time…
• He finally knew what it felt like to be loved back.
"get back my venti" oh noooo did you lose an account?? 😭😭
Worse! I started playing as soon as Genshin came out, and when Venti came out, I had c6 Venti, and then I switched my ps4 account to pc in 2022, and I FUCKING LOST ALL MY PROGRESS.
AAAAAAA hi hello not the person who requested the Neuvi headcanons, just a responder
In character Neuvillette what if I died (positive)
You write him so well thank you for the food 🙏
AWWW STOP THANK YOUUU!! I love writing characters so accurately it’s something I’ve been doing for years haha! Especially when it comes to my comfort characters!
