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Venti wondered if this was what the old lizard meant when he talked about his fascination with young harbinger from snezhnaya, but he was not like Zhongli at all, he was not once a predator living by instinct, after all he once was just a wind.
Then, why?
Why was this particular mortal so appealing to him?
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In Barbatos We Lust by The_Cinderninja for suitkase (owvinea)
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
16 Jun 2025
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“Patrol route: South Gate, routine inspection… encountered no threats…” she murmurs under her breath. The sentence ends oddly when she turns the page, and she re-reads it multiple times trying to understand what has happened. “No threats…. Wind stirred… wind stirred around me? Caressing my—oh my!”
She blinks and reads it again, not out loud.
Her face begins to burn.
She glances at the next page.
Jean squeals as she slams the report facedown onto the desk with a loud thwack.
She stares wide-eyed at the offensive stack of papers, willing it to somehow explain itself.
What on—what on Teyvat—did she just read?
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02 Jul 2026
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How Dahlia became The Herald of Barbatos.
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"You look like a man who needs one of two things to cheer up:" Venti lifted one finger up, "a miracle from Barbatos himself…” He lifted another finger, "…or someone to drag him out of his misery with questionable decisions. Lucky for you, I specialize in both." He winked, then leaned forward. “Now, my deacon—”“I’m not a deacon yet.” Dahlia corrected automatically.
“—my future deacon,” Venti amended without shame, “which would you prefer?”
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Shortly after the Traveler left Mondstadt and the city regained its peace, Dahlia was announced as a candidate, a soon-to-be-ordained Deacon of the Church of Favonius. Which was great, awesome, perfect, had it not been for a teeny, tiny detail: his faith, or rather the lack of it.And then the wind gets a whiff of his secret.
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- Part 1 of Tales of a Windborne Flower
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Dahlia long ago lost track of how many refills they’ve downed between them, but Venti has clearly reached his limit. He has an obvious tell: when he's drunk, he wobbles back and forth, at constant threat of sloshing wine down the front of his clothes.
Ha! Silly bard. Dahlia pats his palms against the table and hums an off-tune hymn as he basks in his victory.
“Don't look so shmug,” Venti says with a light slurring of his words and an accusatory, off-center point of his finger. “You're jusht as drunk as I am.”
What? No, that's not true. Dahlia opens his mouth to parry with a witty retort, but for some reason all that comes out is, “Pbbt, m’not.”
Venti's answering laugh is as sweet and smooth as honeyed mead. Dahlia watches the curving of that wine-anointed mouth with keen interest, wondering if Venti's mirth tastes as good as it sounds.
Oh. That's a dangerous thought.
Maybe Dahlia is a bit drunk.
A drinking game leads to two unexpected confessions.
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"Lohen."
"Hm~?"
Lohen stops bouncing his leg, looking over the meeting table to see Illuga staring pointedly at him.
"What?" Lohen raises an eyebrow, "I'm listening."
Or; Lohen won't admit he's sick: the oneshot
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15 Jun 2026