#And you should know that Freys don't take slights lightly

[anemoarchonhoe]

Afjdgkhd imagine that's how the very first sprite was born. Kissing Venti all of a sudden there's a fluffy spirit that you have strong maternal urges for. Absolutely doesn't help your I'm totally dreaming rn idea. But ofc you take advantage of it bc why wouldn't you. Oh, this is our spontaneous lovechild? Guess this means we have to get married now. Wouldn't want to leave me a single parent, would you Venti? Meanwhile the acolytes are punching the air bc you didn't choose them.

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Frei I want you to turn all of your asks into liquid and inject them in my veins next time. I can't stop thinking about this ask, it's haunting me everywhere all the time like a ghost.

You finally part from Venti's lips after unabashedly kissing him in front of all your worshippers. He whines, no longer aware of his surroundings because all of his focus were zeroed in on you, and moves to lean in to capture your lips once again. But you stop him by grabbing his face like a basketball, your palm barely covering his entire face. Venti sputters with the way you held his face and finally snaps out of his simp headspace, removing your hand gingerly.

"Wh– Why'd you stop, Your Grace?"

"What the fuck is that?" you pointed at a fluffy, floating ball with tiny little feet and beady eyes. Its antennas twitched, drifting closer to your index finger. You recoiled, surprised with the sensation that you felt. It felt like you're touching the wind.

"I don't know. I've never seen one in my life," he marveled at the creatures that floated around them. There are at least ten of them.

Someone cleared their throat. You both turned around and Jean steps forward, her cheeks tinged pink. Was it because of embarrassment of watching the Anemo Archon and the All-Creator makeout in the middle of the room, unashamed? Perhaps. But with the way she looks overjoyed, like her sister Barbara standing a little bit behind her, tells it's not the entire truth.

"Venti, Your Grace," she starts. "...they appeared while you were kissing."

"What? How?" you both asked, in sync.

"We don't know," Jean answered. "But I believe these little ones were products of... your affection for each other."

You turned to look at Venti, eyes sparkling with mirth. This dream is the best! You got to kiss him and now... now...

"Babies... They're our babies, Venti!" you giddily grabs both of his shoulders, shaking him lightly. The poor archon looks like he's in shock; his world has been shaken twice in just one day. "We should get married now. Let's raise them together and be the best parents ever!"

"Married... babies... together..." Venti smiled to himself, eyes looking like they're gazing far, far away. Likely into the future you're promising to him. "I'd love nothing more than to be with you forever, Your Grace." He snaps back into the present, his forehead meeting yours. He pulls you back into a kiss, and you let him.

He cards his fingers through your hair and lightly tugs it. There's a pleasant sting that accompanied it, and once it registers, your eyes suddenly opened and widened in shock.

Sting. Hurt and pain. However slight, it was still pain and it didn't pull you out of this "dream".

Oh, no. This is reality? ...You're not dreaming?

Venti sucks lightly on your bottom lip as he groans and suddenly it doesn't matter anymore.

"...Please stop making out in front of us."

Diluc's quiet plea went in one ear and out the other.