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1 - 𝓦𝓗𝓞’𝓢 𝓞𝓤𝓡 𝓓𝓡𝓤𝓜 𝓜𝓐𝓙𝓞𝓡?!

Arc 1 is taking off! I'm slowly getting more comfortable with everyone's voices and learning how to represent them through texts/tweets. It feels nice to get more writing experience. Shout out to all the genshin smau's that I consume.

Synopsis: It’s your senior year of college-- 4 years of slaving away during the summer heat in Mondstadt and practicing with the marching band, winning awards after awards, but never making it to championships. But this year was different! You were going to make Lead Majorette and bring your school to victory with...Diluc?! The Ragvindr recluse who’s been giving you the stink eye since freshman year? As fellow drum major? Just your luck!

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We don't get snow where I live so I get to live vicariously through this fic

(Sfw) Playing in the snow with Venti

Characters: Venti x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, the reader is implied to be taller than Venti and strong enough to carry him

WC: 841 words

"C'mon Y/N! The snow's at the perfect thickness!"

You let out a sigh and take a moment to stop pulling the sled, instead glancing up at your lover, who's standing at the top of Starsnatch Cliff, flashing you a wide grin. The harsh winds and freezing temperatures had forced the bard to switch out his usual attire for something warmer. The hand-knitted scarf that you had wrapped around his neck was loosening a bit, letting you get a peak at his Rudolph-red nose and see his breath puff out with each exhale.

“I’m coming, I’m coming…”

You flash him a tired smile and keep tugging the sled uphill. When you manage to catch up to Venti, you take a moment to really appreciate his appearance.

The snowfall had decorated his hair, forming what almost looked like an ice veil down the strands. When he blinked, you could see the tiniest of snowflakes clinging to his lashes. The tips of his ears, just like his nose, were bright red and despite his divine powers, a shiver ran through his body.

"You're staring quite a bit, Windblume," Venti teases, knocking you out of your trance. "You can stare more later. I wanna go sledding!"

He bends down and pulls the sled up as much as possible, nearly toppling over as he reaches the steepest part of the cliff. You look back in the direction you came from, cringing at the way the environment melts into the snowy landscape the further you look.

"Are you sure this is safe? I can barely see past 20 meters," you ask, squinting to get better focus on the objects in the distance.

"Absolutely! You don't trust me?"

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Snow-covered hilichurls turn their head in surprise at the sounds of you two screaming as you speed down the cliff. Snow and ice are flung everywhere and you've long since lost your beanie due to the sheer speed of the sled that’s sending you two zooming down Starsnatch Cliff. Genuine fear for your life is plastered on your face, while Venti's screams are of excitement and joy, a smile that you swear can’t get any bigger glued to his.

You two hadn't managed to hit any obstacles, something you could probably thank Venti's anemo powers for, but that doesn't make the potential danger any less imminent.

"slowdownslowDownSlowDownSLOWDOWN!!!"

You plead, grabbing the ropes of the sled and tugging hard in an attempt to stop, or at least slow down. Instead, the action jerks both of you to the side and down another path. Venti nearly gets thrown off the sled before he can react, leaving him unable to stop you two from crashing into a giant rock. The impact forces you two off the sled and sends you flying through the air. You consider for a moment, getting your wind glider out to catch the air before you crash, but by the time you move to unfurl the wings, you're lodged halfway into a giant pile of snow. Venti is quick to follow suit, his legs kicking out frantically as his upper body gets lodged in a pile of snow and ice.

You eventually manage to free yourself from the snow pile, falling back on your boat. You shiver as the cold seeps into your bones, and you suddenly wish you had put on an extra layer of warm clothes. When Venti manages to get out of the snow pile as well, he falls on his back, letting out a shudder. He turns to you, his face red all over. You want to curse at him, scold him, or even just shoot him a glare-- but the earnest smile and the excitement melt away all your frustrations.

"Let's make snow angels next, Y/N!"

He doesn't wait for a response, immediately waving his arms and legs up and down to make the snow art. You turn to look back up at the sky, the overcast weather and gentle snowfall adding to the overall ambience of your environment.

"..yeah, let's."

You mimic Venti's actions, shivering as the snow melts under your warmer body and drips into your coat sleeves. The rest of your outing is spent filling the field with snowmen, snow angels, and other snow creations. When the sky finally darkens and the sunset peeks through the clouds, you're carrying an exhausted Venti on your back, beginning your journey back to a warm home.

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The next day, both of you woke up with a high fever and the chills. The consequences of playing all day in the snow and not stopping to warm up at all. Currently, you two were cuddling under a large comforter, with Venti laying on top of you with his limbs sprawled out. His hair tickled your chin as he lay there, dozing off. You look down at him, absentmindedly playing with his hair, and you can’t help your smile slowly growing.

Despite how stuffed up and generally gross you both felt, the extra time spent together in each others embrace made up for that fact.

Requests are open ✧˚~

okay so I know this is primarily a genshin acc, b-but toji fushiguro 🫶🧍‍♀️

3.5 - 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓜𝓮!

"Al-Haitham really became a drum major? He didn't come off as the type to be interested in that kind of thing," Amber comments, turning her gaze back to your crouching form. You peer up at her and raise an eyebrow.

"And Diluc did?" She sighs in concession.

"Fair point." She looks back over the crowd, watching as Kandake and Al-Haitham make their way over. There's an uncomfortable look across his face.

"I think he knows you're here too. Should we dip?"

You stare at the ground for a bit, considering the options. It had been quite a few months and you were over the breakup, for the most part Al-Haitham was always the more calm and collected one-- perhaps he'll be over it and will treat me as just another person? You thought to yourself. Slowly, you rise up and dust yourself off.

"No. It's fine. I'm a senior in college-- I can do this," you assert. As soon as the duo stop in front of you, you flash them both a warm smile.

"Y/N! It's good to see you. I'm glad that the last competition didn't scare you off," Kandake teases. You let out a huff in annoyance, crossing your arms.

"Don't you worry-- this year, we'll crush you. Both in the fall and the winter," you counter.

"Oh? You sound so confident, Y/N!"

The both of you butt heads as you start arguing-- spouting off about who had better performers. Al-Haitham and Amber stand to the side, only able to watch on as you two argue.

"Those two never change, do they?" Amber comments, giggling to herself. Al-Haitham nods, his gaze focused on you.

Truth be told, he only became a drum major at the director's insistence. He had no interest in doing anything more than necessary-- being in band was a choice he made to keep his mind sharp. However, knowing that you had also become a drum major made him feel a little more satisfied with his choice. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he did in fact miss you. The breakup left a sour taste in his mouth.

"They're over it, Haitham." Amber comments, pulling the man out of his thoughts He looks down at the brunette, whose eyes are firm.

"Please don't worry too much about them. They've had a lot of time to move on from the breakup." Al-Haitham lets out a scoff, crossing his arms.

"Don't be so foolish. I have no intention of endeavoring in a pointless pursuit."

"Woah! The energy here is crazy!" A voice calls out, grabbing all four of you's attention. You look over to see a ginger girl with long hair walking over, followed by a familiar-looking funeral parlor owner. You step away from Kandake, waving over your friend.

"Hu Tao! You're a drum major?" She lets out a laugh, shaking her head.

"You think I could be a drum major while running my funeral business? No way! I'm just Captain," she responds. She gestures to her friend, her smile growing bigger.

"Meet Violet! She's my partner in crime and Flute Section Leader. Violet, this is Y/N, Amber, Kandake, and Al-Haitham." Violet waves, offering everyone a smile.

"Nice to meet you all. It's nice to have a face to everyone that Liyue will be crushing this year!" That starts another heated but playful spat between the leadership students from the three schools. Director Jose walks by, noticing the energy coming from the group.

"Well, at least they seem to be having fun."

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The directors from the four schools had led through a couple exercises and games for everyone, similar to what you had been put through the past week. By the end of it, anyone who wasn't familiarized with the other schools was talking and laughing as if they knew each other for ages.

In the middle of the activities, you were getting a little overheated, so you took a rest by the coolers. Despite your initial concerns, things had been going well and camp was going to end on a nice note. Al-Haitham didn't even talk to you much!

"Y/N."

Spoke too soon. You sigh and look up at him. His eyes are unreadable as he stares ahead, although the grip he has on the cup tells you that he's uncharacteristically nervous.

"Al-Haitham. Tired?" You ask, nodding your head to the cup.

"No-- it takes a lot more to shake me up. It's just been a bit too much socialization for my comfort."

You nod, taking a sip of your water. You both stand there in awkward silence, and you hope it's the end of that. Al-Haitham has other plans.

"Y/N, I am sorry. I was not who you needed at the time," he starts, and you raise your eyebrow.

"You're just now realizing that?" He sighs.

"I was aware for a while. But I didn't know how to tell you." You scoff, and the frustration and anger you had managed to suppress in the last couple of months start to bubble inside you, rising like a flood.

"A text was your best idea? You didn't have the balls to break up with me in person?" He winces and finally looks down at you, meeting your fury-laced gaze.

"I thought it was the easiest way to convey my rationale."

You rise to your feet, the grip on your cup tight enough to crush the styrofoam.

"Oh, I got your rationale alright. You're an over-confident, uncaring piece of shit who can't be bothered to think beyond himself for more than 2 minutes!"

Some nearby students hear your outburst and look over at you two. Murmurs spread around as your audience watches on.

"Y/N-"

"Don't even start! You couldn't have said this 6 months ago? You instead wait for the perfect moment to speak to me-- a moment that only happens because due to faith! Tell me, Al-Haitham. Would we be having this conversation if we both weren't in leadership?"

In a rare moment, you had gotten the scholar to hesitate. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows his spit. Tension is thick through the air-- you'd imagine if you had a butter knife, you could cut through it. You feel your hand get wet-- you had crushed the cup way too hard and he cold water had spilled all over your fingers, dripping onto the turf.

"Y/N, the Mondstadt Drum Majors are having a huddle. Let's go," Diluc's voice pierces through the silence, grabbing you and Al-Haitham's attention. He doesn't look at you, instead staring down your ex.

"Is everything okay?" For once, you were glad you saw the redhead. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and nod.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Sorry about that." You toss your crushed cup into the nearby trash. Diluc nods and turns around, leading you off. You don't spare a glance at Al-Haitham, who watches you walk away. His frown deepens.

For some reason, he did not predict that conversation ending the way it did.

Synopsis: It’s your senior year of college-- 4 years of slaving away during the summer heat in Mondstadt and practicing with the marching band, winning awards after awards, but never making it to championships. But this year was different! You were going to make Lead Majorette and bring your school to victory with...Diluc?! The Ragvindr recluse who’s been giving you the stink eye since freshman year? As fellow drum major? Just your luck!

A/N: 👁️ Well then. Also, Violet is @sugakookiessss's OC here. They'll be sprinkled throughout the series, along with another friend's OC. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas weekend/holiday weekend! We should get back to the mostly social media setup soon!

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