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Don���t Cry Venti The Bard (Barbatos)

I decided to write this story because I had a hyperfixation on the song ‘Big Girls Don’t Cry’ by Fergi. So I hope you enjoy the story, it’s not proofread so I’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar issues. Also, there isn’t an ending because I couldn’t decide how I wanted it to end. I’ve come up with two endings, a fluffy happy ending or an angsty depressing ending. I’ll let you guys decide. If you want a Happy ending put a Green Leaf emoji, for the Angsty ending put a Tornado. Thank you for reading and supporting me. -Naly

The first meeting

The wind blew softly on the peak of Starsnatch Cliff, the sun's rays casting a beautiful glow across the water. A young girl sat on the grass picking Cecilia, a soft humming could be heard from her lips. Her song being carried by the wind catches the attention of a wandering bard. His shining teal eyes look around the open field, spotting the girl he hides behind one of the few trees to try to secretly listen to her soft humming.

He sits down leaning against the tree bark, a sympathetic smile on his face, it soon falls when the humming suddenly stops. His eyes open only to widen when he meets eyes with the young lady, her eyes holding a spark of curiosity for the slightly flustered male. A smile graces her features as she hands the man a flower, “Would you like a flower mister?” 

Her voice was a little rough but still soft like the sand of the beaches around Mondstadt. Her dark brown hair ended a little past her shoulders, his eyes slowly scanned up from her shoulders to her face. Her cheeks an almost unnoticeable pink, a small beauty mark on her right cheek stands out to him. Her smile was small, her plush lips parted only enough to get a peak at her front teeth that somewhat reminds him of a fragile rabbit. He smiles back at the girl as he stands back up, his right hand goes to scratch the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. 

“Oh! Um, thank you. Sorry for disturbing you, I happened to be walking by and heard your song.” The young girl blushes and a gentle giggle leaves her lips at his words. “Oh, well my name is Cece. My mama named me after this pretty flower.” Her small hands hold up a tiny bouquet of freshly picked Cecelia flowers. The bard smiles, “I’m Venti the Bard, the most famous bard in Mondstadt.” His left hand lands on his chest and he does a small bow after his introduction.

Cece curtsies back and looks back towards the edge of the large cliff seeing as the sun was slowly going down, the sky turning into beautiful pinks and oranges. “Oh no, it’s getting dark. Mama is gonna scold me if I don’t get home soon.” The girl starts to quickly make her way down the hill of the cliff, “Hey, wait!” The bard yells after her, she turns her head back towards him, a smile much larger on her face as she yells back. “I hope to see you again, mister Bard. May Lord Barbatos bless you!” 

The bard stood silently, very against his usually bubbly personality as he watched her disappear. A tender smile lay upon his lips as he whispers into the blowing wind. “May he bless you as well.”  

Unbeknownst to both of them this would be the first meeting out of many more upon that cliff.

A new Duet 

The years went by, the now teen girl could always be seen picking flowers at Starsnach Cliff. A soft humming of an unknown song can always be heard coming from her lips as she watches the sun's rays against the ocean. After a certain time of day you can see another figure joining her, a Lyre adorned in Cecelias in his hands as he plays a tune to accompany her muted song. 

The wind blew a little harsher this day, the girl waited for her friend to join her at the edge of the cliff, as she waited faint words could be heard coming from her lips. “Da da da daaa, the smell of your skin lingers on me now.” Her eyes closed as she began to sing, the sound of the wind being her only audience.  “You’re probably on your way back to your hometown. I need some shelter of my own protection, baby be with myself and center clarity, peace, serenity.” 

The sound of feet approaching her caught her attention, her head turned to look behind her and a smile spread across her lips as she saw the man clad in a teal cape and burrett. She quickly stumbles to her bare feet and runs towards the figure, her arms open as she jumps into the bard's arms. She nuzzles her face into his shoulder taking in his scent, he smelt of freshly cut apples and the spring wind, a content sigh leaves her lips as she separates from the embrace.

The bard replicats her smile and returns it, his hands resting on her hips as he speaks. “Was that you singing just now? Did you finally come up with words for your song?” The girl blushes and covers her face with her hands, not expecting him to be within earshot of her singing. “Y-you heard that? I’m still not confident enough to sing in front of you yet, Ven.” The subtle nickname, though now commonly used by the female, makes the teal clad male smile. 

He had let her call him that after the fifth meeting when she had come to the cliff crying into his chest. She told him a short story of how the last of her family had passed away, the grip on his cap so tight that her knuckles started to turn white. He removed his hat, setting it upon her head and wrapped his cap around her, a low shushing could be heard coming from him as he tenderly lulled her to calm down. “Don’t cry, big girls don’t cry. Ok?”  He wipes her eyes dry, his eyes looking at her with adortion and comfort as he gently caresses her back to calm her. 

“That’s alright, I can play a tune for you again today if you’d like?” the bard replied, the girl smiled and agreed to his offer. The evening passed slowly, the sun emitting a beautiful light against the figures casting their shadows. The shadow had beautiful angelic wings that matched that of the Anemo Archons statues wings. “Hey Ven, do you think the Anemo Archon can hear my song?” She turns her head to him, “Do you think he enjoys my song?” The bard smiles.

“He thinks it’s the most beautiful song in the world.” He replied quietly.   

Parting Ways 

More years passed by, Venti now laid upon the soft grass of the cliff, his hat and cape set aside as he relished in the wind blowing calmly, making him smile. The sound of leaves crunching under a pair of shoes could be heard from beside the bard only stopping once next to his head. Opening his eyes he sees a girl looking back down at him, a calming smile on her face, her hands behind her back as if hiding something from the musical male.  

She sits on the edge of the cliff and waits for him to join her before she speaks. After making himself comfortable on the edge, both of their legs dangling off the side, the gentle voice of the girl sounds. “Venti, I have to tell you something. And I hope you’ll understand what I’m trying to say.” He looks at her with a solemn look on his face as he listens to her. She sadly smiles and looks out to the setting sun, “I hope… I hope you know that this has nothing to do with you. It’s personal, myself and I. We've got some straightening out to do.” 

Venti felt confused, why was she saying this? Did something happen, did someone hurt her? He wanted to speak but stayed quiet continuing to listen to the girl speak in hopes of finding out the reason for her words. Still not looking at him the girl continues, her voice cracking lightly as she speaks. “But I’m gonna miss you, like a child misses their blanket, but I’ve got to get a move on with my life. It’s time to be a big girl now..” Her voice cracks as she turns her head towards the bard, tears streaming down her face, “and big girls don’t cry.” The smile on her lips drops as she stands the wind blowing harsh enough to tossle her hair and dress. 

Though he wishes to admire her beauty, the need to keep her from leaving overcomes him, he stands grabbing her wrist, the girl's back facing him. His words deafening to her ears, “My muse, what's wrong? To whom is the person making you say such things?” His face contorted in pain as she answered him softly. “The path that I’m walking, I must go alone” She moves her hand to intertwine with his, turning to face him once more, the tear stains prominent on her cheeks. “I must take the baby steps till I’m full grown.” 

“Full grown?” She smiles sadly as she holds both of his hands to her cheeks, her gaze far off as she stares at the ground. “Fairytales don’t always have a happy ending, do they?” Her question confused him, he had told her many stories in the past for she had proclaimed to him that she loved to hear his stories of old. From before he had met her on this cliff outside of Mondstadt. 

Her next words she spoke as she let go of his hands and began to walk back down the cliff, “And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay.” The girls’ figure soon disappeared into the trees, the only thing left behind to remind the male of her presence was a small bouquet of Cecelia flowers.  

Reminiscing  

The cliff wasn’t the only place you could find the duo, if you listened you could hear them running around Mondstadt together. They could often be found running around the square playing a game of chase, or at Good Hunter playing cards, or even at Angels’ Share singing along with the local drunks. They made it clear that they were the closest of friends and sometimes more than that as they have seen the bard give the girl flowers every Windbloom Festivel along with a kiss on the cheek that would never fail to make the girls cheeks flare. 

Though Venti was mostly the one to show outward affection it wasn’t uncommon to see the girl do the same. One instance was when the two were sitting on the hands of the Barbatos statue, the girls head resting on his shoulder and her right arm wrapped around his left in a side hug. The area was quiet except for a few voices from below praying to the statue. Venti cranes his head to look at the girl and quietly asks if he could hold her hand whilst they continued to rest claiming it helped him relax when they did. The girl lifts her head, a blush on her cheeks caused by the sudden question, but her face didn’t match her actions as she shouts loudly at him.

“Yes, you can hold my hand if you want too!” She yells as she wraps her hand in his, her head resting her head back on his shoulder she whispers in his ear, “‘Cause I wanna hold yours too~” After that loud confession from the girl the bard had practically fainted, steam left out of his ears as his face turned the shade of his favorite fruit. After that day the two could always be seen holding hands. 

As the sky began to shift into the night hours the world falling silent besides the gentle breeze that blew, the two were stood at the gate of Mondstadt holding eachothers hands as they faced one another. The girls back facing the outside of the city towards the woods, whilst the bards was facing the city, the lanterns at the gate casting a romantic glow around the two as they began to say their goodbyes. “My cecilia must you leave now, might you spend the night with me instead?” She smiled sadly at him as she responded, “I would, but it’s time for me to go home. It’s getting late and dark outside.” 

He hangs his head low knowing what she would say next, her hands leaving his and cupping his face lovingly. She places a small kiss against his lips, his arms wrap around her waist while they share this fleeting moment. Separating from the kiss the girl continues to speak, though to him she was always singing a song only he could hear. “I must be with myself and center. Clarity, peace, serenity.” 

A single kiss lingered on his lips as she disappeared from sight and from memory as he slowly opened his eyes to find himself sitting at the tavern, bottles of wine surrounding his being. “Ugh..”

Conclusion

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