#i'm worried officially leaving will have to involve. going to the church and sitting down in the bishop's office and having a Long Talk

[unityrain24]

ok but for real tho does anyone know how to actually get all your records removed from the mormon church? bc if you've ever been to one you'll know how actually creepy they are. someone will have visited the church ONCE three years ago and they'll somehow have the persons address and be discussing ways to get them to come back

[dewdrop-writes]

Hello!! It's my first time doing this, and I'm not sure if I'm doing this right. I really loved your venti x reader sagau where we take refuge in Monstadt instead of Liyue or Inazuma. I would like to ask, will there be more parts to that story?

Like what will happen if zhongli and Ei found out that the reader is staying in monstadt under venti’s protection?? and both of them are still under the impression that the reader is an impostor and is tricking venti?

i hope my ask does not annoy you feel free to ignore it if it does😣😣

Freedom's wings

I've also gotten multiple requests about continuing the Venti storyline and boy oh boy it's time for that lil bard to have some spotlight time since Zhongli has dominated my blog...

PS You're not annoying me at all! Don't worry about it, I love getting requests

Part 1 HERE

Length: 2.38 words

cw: mention of past injury, m

Gentle fingers plucked the strings of a lyre, weaving a soothing melody out of seemingly nothing. The highs and lows of the musical piece matching the unpredictability of a warm breeze - flowing through you like one during a hot summer day.

The chair - or rather throne, that you'd been seated upon, was plush, a warm coat of cotton and fabric covering the otherwise grandiose stone monument of grace, cushioning your tired form. You'd spent the day exploring the wilderness of Mondstadt with Venti and the knights on your tails, and it left a mark upon you - you were completely exhausted.

That was why you'd been eagerly dragged to sit upon the chair you'd at first deemed as entirely unnecessary, with the Archon of Wind sat at your feet.

You allowed a tired smile to tug at your lips weakly, taking in the sight of the youthful Archon, whose eyes were trained on you, awe sparkling within the lakes of his eyes. He had no need to glance at the strings dancing underneath his fingertips, the art mastered by him eons ago. All he needed to keep going despite the ache pooling into his fingers, was the sight of you - healthy and safe.

Kaeya and Rosaria were stationed at the door, watching the scene unfold with a fondness within their cold hearts. There was something soothing about your presence. And after what they'd learned of your treatment by the other nations, the knights and church of Favonius were weary to leave you alone - even if it was with their very own archon.

You suppressed a yawn behind a loose palm, your eyelids beginning to grow heavy as the warmth from the lit hearth ebbed and flowed into your joints, putting you more at ease. With a soft sigh, you began to nod off - the land of dreams reaching out its hand for you to graciously take.

When you awoke, you found yourself back in your lavish chambers. What awoke you, however, was something that raised concern within you. There was a barely hushed commotion building right outside your door - something that got the involved parties heated enough for you to hear the raised voices of Jean and Venti themselves.

That got you to your feet. Ignoring the coldness of the marbled floor, you followed the source, pausing as you heard silence suddenly befall the people crowded outside your door.

With a hesitant inhale, you reached out to open the door.

"Your Grace! Good morning!" Venti smiled in a strained manner, the cheerful tone of his voice clearly forced.

You frowned, your gaze flickering across the high ranking officials of Mondstadt, who had all coincidentally gathered right outside your door.

"What's going on?" you asked, anxiety bubbling up in your chest.

"There's a bit of a political problem," Jean was the first to admit.

You frowned, looking towards her to coax and answer out. Her stony blue gaze shifted aside, seeming to be in a wordless correspondence with the various captains of the knights.

Venti seemed to buckle underneath the weight of the situation, his shoulders slumping as though the tense air itself was weighing him down.

"We've received word from Liyue. And Inazuma," he started, looking pained as he attempted to get the words out. He seemed to dance around the subject in a manner similar to how his nimble fingers glided across the strings of a lyre.

"And...?" you asked, preparing for the worst. Even the names of the nations themselves sent chills down your spine, raising the hairs on the back of your neck as you relived phantom pain of the injuries their citizens had bestowed upon you.

"Well. The Liyue Qixing doesn't exactly believe us. That you are...well, the creator," Jean spoke up, seeming to sense the tenseness of the situation.

"Oh..." you muttered, shifting your gaze to the marbled blacks and whites of the floor beneath your feet, focusing on the coldness seeping into your frame from the soles of your feet over the creeping sense of dread threatening to overtake you.

"And the Shogun...well, she seems to agree," Venti added, a bitter edge to his tone as he fiddled with the embroidered hem of his shorts.

"I...see." was all you could manage to utter, shuffling around awkwardly as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Don't worry, your Grace! We'll keep you safe and sound here!" the archon exclaimed, straightening up his posture. You could feel the faint energy of a breeze emanate from him, leaving his little cape fluttering behind him proudly.

"Thank you, Venti."

You glanced at the other knights crowding your door.

"Thank you all."

However, things were not quite so easy. Political tensions were at an all time high. And it was only a matter of time before envoys of Liyue and Inazuma arrived at Mondstadt's door, pushing their way into your somewhat peaceful life.

"Your Grace, I advise you stay in your quarters today," Kaeya suggested, his whole form more tense and irritated than you'd ever seen before.

"Why?" was your automatic response, your gaze studying your surroundings.

"Rex Lapis and the Raiden Shogun are here today - and we'd rather not have you-"

"They're here?"

He nodded curtly.

"Lord Barbatos is currently dealing with them."

You shuddered.

"I...I need to see them."

"Your Grace?"

You straightened your form and conjured up your most convicting expression.

"I need to see them. I don't want Venti to deal with them on his own."

"Well, if that is truly what you want..."

You heard the sound of raised voices before you even saw anyone. Angry accusations flew across the hall and tensions were high. You could sense a faint earthy scent and an electric feel tingling in the air before you even set foot into the room.

"They're a fraud, simple and clear. I can't believe the anemo archon himself has deluded himself into believing their lies."

"Clearly he's grown much too foolish in his old age to make educated decisions. Such an archon is a danger to us all."

"You're the ones being foolish! You condemn an innocent for their resemblance to the Creator, when they are the creator you revere!" Venti defended himself, a fierce passion interwoven between his words. He seemed not to care about any insults aimed at him, but determined to fight for you til the bitter end.

You felt your blood boil as more and more accusations against yourself and Venti were thrown out.

Finally, you made your presence known - a sudden commanding aura emanating from yourself. You could feel the winds outside shift, picking up speed and strength as they raged against the glass windows surrounding the room.

"That's enough!" you exclaimed, stepping forward - your shoulders squared.

"Is it not enough to try and kill me - to tell me that my mere existence is a crime? You have to bring the only people who've been kind to me into this?"

You could sense heat pooling within your chest, blood coming to a simmer as you stared down the two who'd previously liberally berated Venti.

"The impostor dares to show their face. A brave move," Ei's commanding tone jeered, her cold lilac gaze landing upon you - sending a tingling jolt of fear across your spine.

"Brave indeed," Zhongli added, the golden glow of his gaze zoning in on you, a cold judgement burning within his sharp features.

Despite the warm sun having blazed outside mere moments before, there was an air of coldness hovering throughout the room, bleeding into every corner of it.

Your shoulders tensed, the injuries you'd been treating for weeks now, aching dully as though the mere presence of your previous tormentors was enough to pluck them apart and bring forth the pain once more.

"The imposter has made themselves comfortable here. Much too comfortable," Ei spoke once more, her fingers twitching as she reached towards her chest - eager to grip her weapon.

You flinched, taking a step back while your wide eyes searched the room for an escape.

Venti was quick to dash to your side, taking a protective stance before you as he conjured up his own bow before Ei could even draw her spear.

He strung it quickly, a cold glare glinting within his childlike eyes - for once looking like a true archon.

Zhongli's eyes narrowed at the display of hostility, being quick to pull out his own weapon, aiming it towards the two of you.

"Knights of Favonius!" Venti's voice boomed - something that was quickly followed by the large doors bursting open and said knights storming in - their own weapons gripped tight and visions casting a colourful glow across the room.

You shrunk into yourself, your gaze searching for an escape from this situation. The winds outside howled loudly in unison with your frightened heartbeat.

Tension arose quickly as the two opposing archons both had their weapons drawn. You could feel the walls closing in on yourself quickly, as did the wall of knights behind you. You felt compressed between the two opposing forces, Venti being your only anchor. The air seemed to vanish from your lungs, leaving you heaving for breath.

"I said it's enough!" you bellowed, curling in on yourself as you wrapped your arms around your frame, stumbling backwards and almost bumping into one of the guards stationed behind you.

Venti whipped around quickly, his brows furrowed as he studied your shaking frame.

There were two audible gasps as their eyes locked with your form - taking in the golden glow of the scars littering your skin. You screwed your eyes shut, forcing the tears lining them to stop their course. You could feel yourself growing lightheaded, forcing you to finally take in a deep inhale, gasping for air.

As a silence fell upon the room, you could finally force the air into your lungs, grounding you gently. When you finally felt brave enough to open your eyes, you were greeted by a strange sight.

The two archons who had previously threatened your safety and that of your companions, were now kneeling before you, their gazes lowered to the marbled floor, heads hung low in shame.

"Your grace...it truly is you..." Zhongli spoke first, not daring to meet your gaze.

You gulped heavily.

"Please forgive our transgressions - we were simply trying to protect your image," Ei spoke quietly, her hair falling in front of her face in a dark curtain.

You blinked away tears, taking another step backwards.

The gazes of the two archons followed you, leading you to feel much too exposed.

"I'll...be in my room," you muttered, turning on your heel and fleeing the scene - ignoring the gazes locked on your form.

With that, you were gone - your flowy robes fluttering behind you as you gained momentum - ignoring the hollow echoes of your footsteps clashing against the cold floor below - eager to escape the panic clawing its way out of your chest. You crashed against the heavy door of your room, gulping in a fresh wave of air, suddenly feeling the exhaustion coming down you in waves. With shaky movements, you jiggled the doorknob, managing to sloppily open the door before slipping inside. You closed it behind you softly - not too keen on making any sound.

With a deep sigh, you leaned against the door once more, allowing yourself to slide down it. A choked sound escaped your lips as you pulled your knees close, desperate to make yourself small. Everything seemed much too dangerous - like it was out to get you.

The display the archons had put on was making you fear for your life once more.

Were they simply acting? Did they still hate you?

Would they convince Venti you were a fraud too?

You choked back a sob.

You sure felt like one.

Before you could allow your mind to spiral into another hurricane, a soft knock on the wooden door tugged you free from those thoughts.

"Your Grace..." you heard Venti's soft voice from behind the door.

You inhaled shakily.

"Yeah?"

"May I come in?"

"Yeah...sure..." you shuffled to your feet, wiping off the tears forming in the corners of your eyes before finally daring to open the door.

Venti looked slightly dishevelled, a couple of strands of his hair having escaped their confines in his braids. He fixed his cape and set his hat straight.

"They've left, your Grace," he stated, his brows furrowing as he took in the sight your own messy form.

"Oh...that's....a relief..." you muttered, your gaze shifting aside, unable to meet his as the thoughts haunting you kept churning around in your mind.

"Are you alright, your Grace?" he asked, taking a careful step closer.

You managed a noncommittal shrug.

"I don't know. I guess so."

"I don't think that's quite true, if I may be so curt," Venti spoke, slowly reaching out a delicate hand towards you.

You latched onto his soft hand as though it was an anchor on a stormy sea.

"I guess I'm not much of a liar," you muttered, taking a step closer to the archon.

You could feel his piercing gaze drill into you.

"You won't have to interact with them as long as I'm here. I'll make sure they stay out of Mondstadt. Away from you," he promised.

You choked back a sob.

"Thank you, Venti. I didn't think I'd be so easily upset by them," you whispered, wrapping your arms around the Anemo archon. Gently, his own arms enveloped you. A gentle open palm stroked your upper back in a comforting manner.

You breathed in the scent of fresh cecilias and fresh grass that seemed to emanate from the man before you, burying your face in his chest, cushioned by his soft clothing.

"There's nothing wrong with being upset over this," Venti spoke in a surprisingly serious tone.

"Anyone would be, if they were in your shoes, your Grace."

You breathed out a dry laugh.

"Thanks, Venti."

"Anything for you, your Grace."

You nuzzled your face closer to his chest.

"Just (Y/n) is fine, you know."

"I...see. Alright then, (Y/n)."

You allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips at his gentle words.

Perhaps things would turn out alright, after all.