Comfort

Hello! I hope you'll have a good time running this blog ^^ I'm starved for platonic content of Zhongli and Venti. Would a drabble about them comforting the reader together, each in their own way be possible?

Comfort

GN!reader feat. zhongli and venti

genre: fluff (??)

warnings: none

a/n: thank you, i really look forward to working on this blog. this ended up being a bit gloomier than i had intended so i apologize i abt that :p! [unedited]

“here,” zhongli spoke softly, draping his coat over your figure, “we should be arriving soon.” the archon had found you at the entrance of the parlor with frustration evident on your face. with simply a few words exchanged, he had excused himself and offered to take you someplace else. you looked up at the starry sky, pulling the coat closer against you.

“one would think from all these years i have spent roaming this world, i would be better at these things by now,” he chuckles, finally coming to a stop. he had brought you to a cliff overseeing the city of liyue and the vast ocean in front of it. you feel your heart warming at the breathtaking sight as zhongli speaks again, “even with all the power one could fathom, i do not know if i could put your heart at ease. for now, i offer you this place of sanctuary, my words, and reminder of my unconditional faith in you.”

you finally look up and feel the warmth from the glowing, amber eyes looking back at you. a familiar gust of wind blows past you and you feel a hand on your shoulder. you look back to find the bard with his lyre and whimsical smile, the same smile that brought you comfort with such ease.

“how did you-” you start, only to be cut off by the bard’s giggles, “call it an archon’s intuition.” his smile soon dissipates, an earnest look of concern taking over. all three of you become silent as your bitter feelings rise again. the frustration of nothing seeming to go right and feeling undeserving of this sort of support, has a lump forming in your throat. your eyes seem to prickle with tears and your throat aches as you struggle to word your concerns. venti grabs you by the hand, leading you to a tree nearby as zhongli follows, “i understand, come take a seat.”

the bard starts playing a familiar tune on his lyre and your tears finally begin to fall. zhongli wipes them away and places his hand over yours, looking over at liyue, “barbatos and i may have our differences, but we have watched many mortals come and go. humans face many difficulties, no matter how trivial the subject may be. however, many people force these pretty ideals of constant strength and delude themselves into believing they’ve overcome something without even acknowledging it. i understand that our gestures alone will not solve your problems, but i hope that we are able to give you a safe space and some time to better understand your feelings.”

“even on your worst days, you are more capable than you give yourself credit for so i don’t doubt that you will have an issue overcoming these adversities. but for now, please just allow yourself to be vulnerable,” venti whispers, his fingers moving gracefully along the strings. they both lean closer against you and you don’t object, feeling safe and loved as you all sit in comfortable silence underneath the stars.