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2 - 𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓹

"Gather around everyone," Director Jose calls, pulling you out of your daydream. You join the rest of the leadership team, flashing a smile at the familiar faces.

"I'm glad you're all here and on time. I understand that being here at an early time is less than ideal, especially during your summer beak, but I promise that this time spent here will be beneficial for setting up the band for success!"

There are a few scattered claps and sounds of approval-- most of the people here are still half-awake.

"Now, the first thing we want to do is-" Before he can start explaining the schedule for the day, he's cut off by the cries of a familiar voice.

"I'm here! I'm here!"

Everyone turns their heads to see Venti running up to them, his flute case jingling with every step he takes. When he approaches the circle, he hunches over, gasping for air. Jose looks over, unimpressed.

"Venti, what was call time?"

"Ehe...6 am?"

"And what time is it now?"

"...6:13 am?"

"Go run a lap," the director orders. Everyone flinches and Venti feels his heart sink. However, he says nothing, setting down his case. He knows better than to fight it, instead opting to just start jogging. Everyone watches him run off before slowly turning their attention back to the director.

"Now, where was I?"

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Jose is just a name I came up with LMAO. Couldn't keep calling him just "director"

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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3 - 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓜𝓮!

It's the last day of leadership camp. Everyone has spent the past week practicing for hours in the sun, learning effective methods to guide the members of their sections, and overall getting closer as a team.

For you, this past week has been...interesting to say the least. On the first day, you ended up being paired with Diluc for trust falls. That ended up with you being unable to catch him and falling to the ground. It was embarrassing to have everyone's eyes on you as he hovered over your frame. Strong hands planted on either side of your head and eyes that were like flames bore into yours. He was the first to make a movement and help you stand up, leaving you with your cheeks warm and your brain unable to form words.

Mid-week you were practicing your baton twirling to help with warm-ups and accidentally flung your baton right at Diluc as he was passing by. You apologized profusely, assuring him that it was not intentional. He believed you-- he had no reason to not believe you. He returned the baton and wished you luck on warmups.

And now it was the end of the week-- the final day of having each other's company to yourselves before you were in charge of a 300+ marching band. The director had you all gather on the field for a special announcement. The energy behind his actions and words let you all know he seemed particularly excited. When everyone was settled, he began speaking.

"Let me just praise you all for your hard work. You've come together and made yourselves better leaders who have faith in each other. You've improved your skill and shown more confidence!" His eyes slid to Venti. "And you've become more on time."

Everyone breaks out into laughter as Venti shrugs, grinning.

"Hey, you elected me director!" The director shakes his head before continuing.

"The last thing I want us to do is to promote sportsmanship. While yes, competitions are competitive and we want to go to Nationals, I think it's important for us to remind ourselves and the band that rivalries are nothing to be causing fights for. All marching bands are filled with performers. We're all going for the same goal. So, I decided to invite the leadership members from Liyue, Inazuma, and Sumeru over so we can all meet each other!"

Noises of confusion and complaint spread across the field, with many members looking utterly confused.

"I'm sorry, you invited our rival schools?" Kaeya questioned, raising an eyebrow. "How did you pull that off?"

"Oh, this has been in discussion for months. After that last incident where Liyue and Inazuma band members got into a fight, I've been talking with the principals and directors of each respective school about coming together to assuage any tensions. It luckily worked out and they'll be all here soon," the director explained. He seemed oblivious as to why many of the students were opposed to this idea.

"It's a bit inconvenient to make a lot of the students of different regions travel all the way here for one day," Albedo comments, and many other members nod their heads in agreement.

More and more of the students started shouting out their concerns as they grew agitated. Director Jose is quick to calm everyone down, offering a sheepish smile.

"I hear your concerns but please try to take this in stride. We're trying to combat these agitations so we don't have a repeat of last year. Not to mention, it will be insightful to see how the other schools approach guiding a band-- it will be beneficial for all of us!"

Although most were still skeptical, everyone seems to calm down and accept it. Pleased, the director sends everyone off. You walk over to your friends, who all have mixed feelings about the situation. Amber is the only one who is optimistic.

"It won't be that bad guys! A lot of the members of these bands are super nice. And it'll be sweet to talk to everyone when we're not all in competition mode," she explains.

"I just think it's weird to do it in general. You've heard of any other schools doing this?" You ask, unscrewing the cap of your water bottle off. "It just feels unnecessary."

"W-well the director said it should be fun. And it would be nice to see how Inazuma does things. They continue to be top performers every year and no one knows how they do it," Sucrose pipes in. You shrug and turn your attention to your phone, trying to pass the time.

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"Look! The buses are piling in!" One of the members yells, pointing to the trail of buses that pull into the parking lot near the field. Everyone, including the director, rushes over to greet the incoming guests. The bus doors open on all three and the crowd of students backs up as the members from Liyue, Inazuma and Sumeru step down. The skeptic vibes from earlier disappear as familiar faces are seen.

Friends meet up and gush about the summer and their camps while others get reacquainted and friendly. You peek over everyone's heads, looking for the familiar blue hair of your friend from Sumeru.

"Y/N, over here!" You whip your head around and see Candace waving at you. You smile and raise your hand to wave, but stop in your place. Standing next to Candace was an all-too-familiar face.

"Amber, hide me!" You quickly duck behind your friend, who looks at you confused.

"What, why? What's going on?"

"I didn't realize Al-Haitham was going to be here!" Amber, gasps in surprise. She gets on her toes to see above the crowd, freezing when she recognizes the familiar gray-haired man.

"Your ex?!"

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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.

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