To Dream Of Reality ~ Aether 1 ~

To Dream of Reality ~ Aether 1 ~

"exhaustion, and affirmations"

MASTERLIST

TW: Traveler Aether, i just find it easier to write. Aether is tired AF, feelings of abandonment(i should stop writing at 1am, i just wrote banandonentm) and the Creator being pale(sickly-ghostly pale, not race) as per the usual.

Also, Implied Usage of the Mondstadian Mansion in the Serenitea Pot

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You wonder sometimes, if the Traveler tires of fighting. If his never-ending journey will come to an end, one with all his friends and his sister, in whatever world he considers home...

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"Of course I'll help you." Those words had been uttered too may times already. How many people had he helped, for the sake of helping?

Jobs done for little pay, sleepless nights spent up for weeks on end, fighting and working without rest?

How many nights were spent on others and not himself? How many times had he saved the lives of thousands of people in exchange for a few minutes of information and a pat on the back?

"It's all for Lumine," He had to remind himself.

He was tired.

"Traveler!" "Honorary Knight!" "Golden Nara!" "My name," He said, sad and exhausted. "Is Aether."

His words were whispered into the wind, a gentle sob ringing in the artificial breeze of the Serenitea Pot.

"Aether!"

The language of Teyvat- Teyvanese, he assumed it was called- was a new language for him. Two months was barely enough to hold a decent conversation, but the sound of their voice, pure and untainted with the poison of mortality-

The language of his homeland, the Tongue of the Divine.

Their pale hands wrapped around him and Aether felt the warm breath on his neck.

"How are you?" they asked, touch as gentle as a mother's embrace, as firm as a father's hold.

He didn't want to lie.

"I could be better," he said. "I'm tired."

Their hands left his body, and he could not help but feel a tinge of sorrow.

And yet, the Creator sat down besides him on that balcony, tugging on his braid and letting it come undone.

"Lie on my lap," they whispered, and though it did not feel like a harsh order, he followed.

Despite their touch feeling cool upon contact, a strange warmth filled his body.

"It's alright," they sang. "You've worked hard."

"I can't tell you when your sister will be home, but the people are more than willing to lend their hand- If you're willing to accept."

"But if it's too hard, if you're too scared..."

"That's okay too."

Almost instinctively, his heart seemed to acknowledge the unspoken words.

"If you ever need to cry, I'm always there. Maybe not physically, but my creation is always listening."

~

You woke the next day to a slight feeling of sorrow, the same feeling of watching a movie and crying afterwards.

You wanted to comfort somebody, but didn't know who.

Something within you seemed to settle, as you acknowledged that things are alright now...

Now?

Was it ever wrong?

...

Maybe you can dream about it tonight.

Or maybe someone else will appear in your dreams...?

Masterlist!

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

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Rules:

Don't be an asshole

that's basically it.

Requests, questions, brainrots, and pretty much anything is fine! I may not get to it, but I'm sure I'll respond!

Masterlist below the cut!

ACTOR AU

Q&A

Truth or Dare! (Coming Soon)

ACTOR AU(Meeting the actors)

Part 1

Part 2

REMEMBERANCE

Chat Log 1 "A totally Normal Chatfic"

Chat Log 2 "Sibling Fight"

Chat Log 3 "Movie Time"

Chat Log 4 "Where's Venti?"

To Dream of Reality

Creator

"And Live Within Dreams"

Traveler-Aether

exhaustion, and affirmations

NPCs

Glory

visitor, and message

MONDSTADT

Venti

encounter, and closure (+Diluc)

Diluc

encounter, and closure (+Venti)

Kaeya

hugs, and teasing (+Xiao)

Mona

fate, and interpretation

LIYUE

lantern rite, and festivities(ft. Ningguang)

Xiao

hugs, and teasing (+Kaeya)

Zhongli

reflection, and wounds (+Kazuha)

INAZUMA

Kazuha

reflection, and wounds (+Zhongli)

Scaramouche/Wanderer

nightmare, and comfort (A/N: This is the first work in the series and horribly short. It mostly defines the vague outline of the TDOR series. I might revamp this.)

to save, and name ft. Traveler-Aether

Thoma

meal, and rumors

ASSORTED SHIT

Genderfluid Aether Ventfic

ANON LIST

💕Anon

🍞Anon

I love love love your dream series it's so good hngg

What about the Creator checking up on Venti and Diluc at Angel's Share since we're already in Mondstadt? 👀

To Dream of Reality ~Venti 1, Diluc 1~

“encounter, and closure”

MASTERLIST

TWs: Alcohol usage, venti being drunk as per the usual, Kaeya and Diluc backstory referenced.

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You were exhausted. How much work did you make up, how much did you have to do for them, bending over backward to assist…?

You didn’t like alcohol. The buzz it offered only paved the way to pain in the morning, and the flavor was honestly just alright.

But Angel’s Share seemed wonderful despite all that. The music, the atmosphere… Maybe, if you could just be there, you could relax and enjoy it. 

~

It was a rare evening when Master Ragnvindr attended the bar in Angel’s Share. A rare, precious occasion to behold.

The door swung open, and the drunkards froze.

The Creator had descended, and was here. In a tavern. Filled with sad, laughing, horny, crying drunks.

“Your Grace,” Diluc began, “How may we serve you?”

Many of the drunkards stayed silent, merely watching the Creator from afar. But perhaps the most famous of the drunkards didn’t catch the memo.

“Your Benevolence, it’s an honor to see you again~!” 

The green-clad bard could not help but tangle his fingers with the pale stranger, smiling wide as he tugged the God into an impromptu dance. 

“Venti.” Diluc called as he tugged the bard back by the collar. “Your Grace, may we help you?”

They watched, silent, as the god ran their hand through Venti’s hair, their smile gentle and soft. 

Jealousy flared in his chest as he watched Venti of all people retrieve the affection of the Almighty Divine. 

And yet, before he could make his usual retort, arms gently wrapped around him. He looked down, wondering if he was dreaming, if all of this was an illusion crafted for him, another escapist dream to ignore the dawning sun. 

There was no mistake. 

The Creator was embracing him. 

The Creator was hugging him.

“You’ve done well. You’ve worked hard.” The Creator’s whispers were… personal. Warm. Like all his worries could melt away, like all the wrongs in the world had been righted. There was comfort in simply knowing that such comfort did exist. It wasn’t that he was exhausted, but something about the warmth, something about that comfort seemed to be beckoning him to rest. 

And as suddenly as the embrace came, it melted away, the Creator’s touch featherlight as they pulled Venti up, his hair once again fondled as his head was cradled by the Divine. “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yes, Your Grace. I’m- I’m great, thanks.”

“Good,” they smiled, sitting down at the bar counter before motioning to Diluc. “May I?” they asked, pointing to the cider on the menu. Wordlessly, Diluc served one, holding his breath as the Creator sipped it. 

The Creator’s smile was so… 

Perfect.

A bright smile that lit up the entire tavern, the candles paling in comparison to the radiance their smile gave off.

Literally.

“Your Grace, have we done well?” Venti sang, cuddling up to the Almighty Divine.

“Your people are free and you enjoy your every day, yes?” They said, leaning down to the bard’s ear. “And though your Gnosis has been taken and your throne cast aside, you still care for your people as if they were your own children.”

Diluc’s hands lingered over an empty glass, wondering if he was intruding.

“And you,” The Creator began, “Have worked tirelessly to remove corruption, and you once bitten, now twice shy, fear the vulnerability that love can bring. Do be aware that reconciliation is but a single conversation away, and that He has been bitten twice.”

They knew, Diluc realized. 

…Maybe he should talk to Kaeya one more time.

Not for the Creator's will, but perhaps for his own good.

The Creator simply looked at him.

His own good as well as Kaeya's...?

Once more, their hand extended outward as they beckoned towards Diluc and Venti. Their hand buried itself into Venti’s hair before they glanced at Diluc, who leaned down to meet the other hand of the Creator. 

I wish I could stay here longer. I don’t want to leave. My people and children… Teyvat is precious and- 

Foregin thoughts filled Diluc’s mind. They were not his own thoughts, the voice was far too… unharmed to be him. Too light, too bright, too divine. A strange sensation clawed at his heart. 

“Do you have to go, Your Grace?” Venti whispered, and Diluc understood what the feeling was.

Longing.

“Your Grace, we will always have a place for you.” Diluc added on, grasping the hand that glided through his hair.

“I don’t want to leave,” Their Creator whispered, tears forming in their eyes as they called out. “Wait for me, please. I’ll- I’ll return.”

There was no flash of light, nor grand spell that announced the Creator’s departure; simply silence and the loss of warmth.

~~~

You woke not to the taste of your own morning-breath, but to the faint taste of apples and the phantom touch of someone’s warmth on your palms, the faint touch of a given embrace on your arms.

You lived alone, and you hadn’t had apple juice since-

A long while.

You were homesick, but not for your parents’ home where you spent much of your young life.

But perhaps, for something you’ve never seen before…

Your dreams are pleasant, and you cannot help but wonder who you dreamt of, to make you wish for a home you never had.

But the day must go on, and you cannot linger on memories.

Rememberance (Chat Log 3)

TWs: Mentions of nightmares, one mention of that movie where a dog dies and is repeatedly reincarnated, Amy's Baking Company and other Gordon Ramsay references, mention of matches and other fire-related tools, and alcohol.

MASTERLIST

[venti] has changed [Alasass]'s name to [xiao]

[venti] has changed [Sassbedo]'s name to [albedo]

[venti] has changed [Fandango]'s name to [scaramouche]

[venti] has changed [Fan of Dango]'s name to [Raiden Ei]

venti: okay with that out of the way

scaramouche: This isn't my name

venti: what would you prefer, country destroyer or evil villain clown

kae: Princess Bride, perhaps?

venti: That's what i thought

venti: anyway due to last game night's unfortunate alcoholic end

venti: we ain't allowed to have game nights

venti: So instead we're having ⭐movie nights⭐ that we might play games at idk

venti: takin requests now

venti: ah yes a classic. 

luc: By now, you can probably quote the thing by heart.

luc: shut

kae: I mean yeah

kae: says mister Tangled himself

albedo: In all honesty, I expect Klee to recommend something involving more explosions than an episode of mythbusters

venti: okay tangled, princess bride, no we aren't watching any horror because klee will be there this time

venti: dainsleif probably wanted to keep an eyes on us smh

Outrider Amber: You know, at this point I expect klee to be burning down the pyro dorms at any moment

Outrider Amber: You'd think it'd be me and my baron bunnies but nope it's klee 

XinxinYanyan: amys? you ight? Who harmd you?

xiangling: Why do you put matches in stuffed animals anyway?

xiangling: also, hot ones or something gordon ramsey

xiangling: hotel hell or kitchen nightmares’s amys baking company

Outrider Amber: self defense. and what about guoba? why is he armed with a blowtorch

xiangling: 1)KAREN

xiangling: 2) you never know when you need to make creme brulee

venti: yo @students movies???

Beidou, baby: The fact that it's happened enough for you to attack a blowtorch to a dog is just weird

Beidou, baby: *attach goddamnit

venti: okieee 

bennyboy: Razor said he wanted the dog one. probably the one that kept reincarnating as other dogs

bennyboy: but i'm not ready to cry so

~~~

Direct Message:

Ajax Jr. > Venti Carmen Dei

AJ: Hey so

AJ: You said you were having some nightmares?

AJ: Did it have anything to do with chess pieces, Zhongli with abs, and some dark place called the Abyss

VCD: No.

VCD: Not that I remember.

VCD: hahahah yea nothin bout that

AJ: Punctuation?

AJ: Are you sure

AJ: K thanks nvm

VCD: if it's about the abyss and someone taking my heart out, then yes.

<NOTICE: MESSAGE DELETED>

XA: has venti been off recently?

Direct Message:

Xiao Alatus > Zhongli Lapis Dei

ZLD: Not to my knowledge, though he has been more flighty than usual.

XA: He hasn't done anything recently an dlooks pretty sad. idk what to do

ZLD: For now, we can wait. If you would like, we can spend time with him.

XA: I'll ask Aeth for his time

ZLD: Enjoy yourselves.

XA: sHut

~~~

Direct Message:

Lumine Viatrix Genshin > Dainsleif Twili

DT: As you wish, my lady.

LVG: Dainsleif, Aether and I have come to the decision that, should Barbatos request a full restoration, we will follow through. 

LVG: Do not be alarmed if you feel the presence of the Archons in this time.

DT: That is greatly appreciated.

LVG: If Aether asks you, this is for the good and benefit of the denizens of this world. Not because of personal business.

LVG: In exchange, we will trust your judgement on restoring Regent-Alberich's memory.

LVG: Good night.

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venti: okay so i've got good news and bad news

venti: good news is we aren't allowed to have cross-dorm game nights/movie nights anymore

venti: wait no that's the bad news and there is no good news

Jean Gunholder: Was this an order from Mr. Dainslef?

venti: yeah something abt being too irresponcible.

venti: BUT HE DIDN"T SAY WE CAN"T HAVE PARTIES AT ALLS O

🐱: This is becuz you all keep drinking alcohol!

venti: diona there are literal children like yourself in the dorms

venti: I don't dare drink the good stuff near them

venti: ehe

luc: vcd_bill_29.png

luc: yes and here's the bill for the good stuff you drank as soon as they went to sleep

viator: WHADDAYA MEAN "EHE"

viator: I'm sorry, i'll get paimon a new phone soon

To Dream of Reality ~Glory~

"visitor, and message"

MASTERLIST

A/N: Mond's reaction to the arrival of the True Divine, the Almighty Creator, but really it's just Glory... and also please do send me asks, I work better with prompts.

TW: The blind NPC from Mond, "a siren's call," and white lies... Or half truths.

Sometimes, as you slave away at work, chiseling at your pile of assignments slowly and carefully, your mind wanders. You dream, sometimes, of just walking around Mondstadt, of the scent of Good Hunter's food, of the sound of Katheryne's voice, of what could be.

The dream is enrapturing, enticing, and all devouring. Sometimes, it's all you can think about.

~

"Did you hear, They've descended!"

"Tell Master Jean that They're by the gate!"

"Y-Your Grace!"

Their God walked over the bridge, smiling as the pigeons didn't scatter. Their hand traced Timmie's own, their headpat soft.

"Excuse me," they asked the guard. "Is something wrong?"

"Nope, can we help you, s-strange yet respectable traveler?" Swan asked, the harsh gaze of passerby making him shiver. What was he supposed to do, go against the handbook?

"Oh, then, thank you for your hard work!" the Divine said, walking through the gate, mingling with the townsfolk.

The Creator's presence was absolute. Even if their physical form was as normal and mundane as the townsfolk, the mark their soul gave off was radiant.

Not that Glory could see it.

She had heard the commotion and wonder on the wind when a new pattern of footsteps clattered upon the floor.

"May I rest here?"

The voice was soft and sweet, a language unfamiliar yet understood. She nodded. The bench shook a little, the force of the stranger- nay, the Creator- caused the bench to squeak.

"If I may be so bold, have you heard anything from Godwin?"

The Creator smiled. Glory did not know how she knew that the Creator was smiling, but they did, and she knew.

"He's working hard, in his own way, to hurry home with pride."

No lies slipped through their lips. Glory knew somehow, that the words were true, despite not knowing the language. It was instinctual, heartwarming, and strangely familial.

Before Glory could offer her thanks, a soft whimper came off of her bench-partner.

"...Five more minutes."

The weight on the bench seemed to vanish, and the comfortable warmth in the air turned cold.

...

Glory had only spoken for no longer than a minute, but somehow, she felt as if a close friend had left.

~

You woke to a familiar alarm, with no memory of your dream, as per the usual.

And yet, a single phrase stuck in your mind.

"Your Grace."

The words were not spoken in any language you knew, but it was familiar all the same.

Like a siren call, you felt as if listening to it would complete your life.

And you turn away as you prepare to face the day once more.

A beaver in a rehab facility decided to build a dam by the doorway