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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Free As A Caged Bird

Warnings: general sagau, possessiveness, light threats of violence, possessiveness again

Paring: Venti/reader

You couldn't deny he looked pretty like that. It was a strangely simplistic word to use, you thought briefly, as if any one single word could even begin to touch the full scope of exactly what you thought of the eccentric bard. But particularly now, as you watched the sun bounce freely off his skin, lighting up his wings with an angelic glow, that was almost blinding if looked at directly, and, of course, how it seemed catch on the teal in his hair.

Oh the great Anemo Archon, it was in moments like these when you could reasonably see how he lived up to that title.

Seemingly completely oblivious to your thoughts, Venti was occupying his mind by delicately plucking strings on his dear lyre, beautiful notes drifting through the air for all to hear, although if you asked him, he would say they were for your ears alone.

You liked listening to him play, it truly was an ethereal type of music, something completely unique to itself, unreplicable. Why he had decided to start dressing in his Archon outfit more often eluded you, but you couldn't bring yourself to be particularly mournful over the lack of concealing green clothing, not as you got to look upon him like this.

You thought briefly on how he had been acting a bit strange recently. It wasn't as if the bard was known for anything other than the eccentric, but this seemed a bit outside the usual scope of expected oddities.

He was clingy, though that, in and of itself, wasn't particularly unusual, but it was more the specific mannerisms he displayed in those moments where he wouldn't let go of your arm for anyone in the world.

The full extent of this was really shown when you were faced with a choice. Either to give in to his whims, containing nothing less than eager devotion, or to focus your attention on other matters, ones that could be argued as far more important. He made it difficult to choose the latter.

You snapped out of your momentary thought, met with wide unblinking eyes before your very own, containing nothing but the purest form of love. You hadn't noticed he'd gotten that close before you could practically feel his soft breath against your skin. Once he noticed that he'd finally caught your attention, Venti smiled and leaned in, touching your nose with his own for a brief moment before pulling away and laughing, seemingly both at your confused state and some form of an inside joke you couldn't possibly hope to understand.

That was your Venti, head full of things you likely couldn’t comprehend, not that you necessarily wanted to even try.

You thought for a moment, less than a moment, about how much time had passed since you had first stepped through those large double doors to the outside garden, how far over your 'only ten minutes' boundary you were. It was hard to think of serious things around him, it almost seemed Venti had a sixth sense for when you were about to make a declaration that caused your absence, and an even better method of avoiding it.

It seemed as if your less than a moment thought was more than enough to spark his divine intuition, to act before you could so much as think of opening your mouth.

You were grabbed gently by your hand and pulled upwards, directly into his waiting embrace, wings wrapping around you with the silent guarantee that he wouldn’t let you go so willingly. You opened your mouth to say something, but he spoke first with the exact same mixture of playful seriousness you had come to expect.

"I'm not letting you go today. Just stay with me, won't you?"

It wasn't a question, not really, as any negative answer you gave would be met with a deaf ear and likely a face full of feathers. You knew your position and chose not to say anything, mentally rearranging tomorrow's schedule to accommodate today's losses.

He preferred it this way, he thought quietly to himself as he continued to take special care of your individual features. From your nose to your eyelids to your forehead, and every place in between, he lovingly adorned them with nothing but the utmost of worship. He would have stayed there for hours too, if you hadn't finally swatted him off with a huff.

Venti smiled at your compliance, rewarding it with a soft kiss to your neck, then another, and a few more after until you couldn't help but laugh at the ticklish sensation. He didn't stop his blatant abuse of power there though, moving his lips up to your jaw, planting a few kisses in that area, then up a bit farther till he was met with your lips.

You felt completely covered from the world, just him and you in a sheet of feathers, secluded enough that he could do what he pleased in broad daylight, unknown to any potential onlookers.

How needy he was, it was truly unbelievable and completely unsatiable. He was back on you again within a moment, this time running his hands up from your hips to your waist with little shame, wrapping them around you in an airtight lock.

It was hard to think of anything else, lost in the moment of how he felt, how you felt with him, so shielded from the world.

You lightly cleared your throat after a moment had passed, signaling his attention from where it was previously buried in your clothing. He could tell what you were implying and let out a huff in response, begrudgingly letting you go but staying just as close.

While walking you were occasionally stopped, often by someone who wanted your input on something of minor importance. It was strange, but after the first few times you could tell that your silent companion visibly stiffened each time you were approached, as if he was suddenly aware of a very intense threat and was stuck in that pivotal moment between fight or flight.

You intended to keep your silent promise, allowing him to follow you around like a pet when you finally stood, a role he was all too happy to partake in.

You walked through your temple, around the many halls and through the rooms, ever closer to the exit in which you would be allowed to be fully free in the beautiful outside world. Although, ironically, ‘free’ wasn’t something you could ever truly be when the very god of freedom demanded so much of yours.

You frankly didn't want to indulge in those moments longer than you had to anyway. It was as if nobody knew quite how to function when around you, couldn’t make any decisions on their own when faced with the prospect of your potential opinion.

But this was still notably strange, a reaction you couldn't remember observing before, as if it was born out of something newly changed.

That isn't to say Venti ever particularly liked when you would talk to other people, you could tell through his strained smiles and dull eyes than he wasn't fond of having your attention off him, on a less worthy subject, but this was something entirely different.

You contemplated it while continuing your walk to the grand temple doors, trying your very best not to make eye contact with anybody else, lest they attempt to approach you. Venti continued to follow dutifully behind, sharing the same sentiment.

It was more than difficult to suppress the surge of jealousy, and even possessiveness, that overcame him at the sight of others near you, it was impossible, completely unthinkable, and, worst of all, it all seemed to dissipate so quickly whenever you grabbed his hand, melting together into something warm and pleasant.

If you were to look at these occurrences from his perspective, you would find your previous metaphor to be more spot on than you'd have hoped.

You had committed yourself to him today, after his begging and pleading you were finally his to adore, and these people rudely coming up to interrupt that was testing his patience. He had a tangible claim to you now and it was as if no one else cared, or even acknowledged the few small feathers tucked away in your clothing, how you smelled so much like him and not anyone else, the exact way he wished it to be all the time.

He hadn't noticed that the two of you were now through the doors into the outside world, the lush hills and soft breeze bringing him back. It took only a second to resecure the facade.

"This is much better, don't you think? Now I have you allll to myself." He chirped, grinning at the prospect of the coming day.

You smiled in return. "You know, I was thinking we could go to Mondstadt city today, it feels like forever since I've hit the tavern."

Venti's grin fell ever so slightly before returning to its former glory, this time with an almost unnoticeable strain behind it.

"Whatever my dearest and beloved creator wants, does that mean the drinks are on you?" That was more of a joke than anything and you both knew it. It would be a cold day in hell before Diluc allowed you to pay for yourself in his bar, no arguing that, and since you’ve grown so fond of your dear bard he often got away with more than most.

The walk was pleasant, a never faltering breeze, courtesy of a certain god, along with a brilliant blue sky. The monsters paid you no mind as usual, although you couldn't help but feel a little nervous when passing one you didn't have particularly pleasant memories with in the past.

True to his nature, Venti chatted your ear off the entire walk, clasping your hand and his and occasionally pulling you along to look at something he spotted out of the corner of his eye, making a usual short walk significantly longer.

"Your grace!? What an honor!"

It wasn't that Venti didn't want a drink, that could never be honestly said, but the mere thought of being around people made his skin crawl. To walk with you like this was the most pleasant thing in the universe, comparable to nothing and an experience he wouldn't trade for anything in the world, which is why he could feel his stomach drop at the sight of Mondstadt's gate, guards posted out front in their usual manner.

He loved his nation and his people, more than almost anything, but oh how he wanted to simply grab your hand and run to the nearest cliffside where you could be alone together, maybe even stretch his wings a bit and take the opportunity to show off.

Venti seriously considered grabbing you and making run for it, it was as if that was all his body wanted him to do.

You, in all your elegance, gave a sheepish smile and a 'thank you', quickly walking past the starstruck guards and avoiding the main walking area in favor of a more secluded side road.

It was funny how his people didn't even recognize him like this, it was as if your mere existence clouded everything else, blinding all to whatever lay around them.

Venti briefly considered pulling you through the side gate, jumping into the open water and pulling you in with him, spontaneously swimming alone together, but you had pulled him inside before he had the chance to act on it.

The tavern wasn't super lively, it being still rather early in the day. Most of the people present were from the night before, either passed out on one of the tables or still lively drinking their way through a bottle, little to no care with what existed around them.

You cheerfully walked up to the bar to order a bottle from Charles, who was all around better at hiding his starstruckness than some of the other townsfolk, and brought it to the table that Venti had snagged with two glasses. You had just finished topping off the second when you were met with a weight on your lap, one that was all too familiar.

"Oh? My bad, I didn't notice you there your grace. But you don't mind sharing, right~?" Venti cooed, making himself comfortable as you hummed. His wings didn't make it particularly easy to reach anything in front of you though, something he took note of as he decided to grab your drink and bring it up to your lips for you.

Your quirked an eyebrow before taking a quick and carful sip, one that seemed to satisfy him as he brought the cup to his own lips moments after, downing a majority of the liquid and giggling.

That counted as an indirect kiss, didn't it?

Venti didn't have time to ponder for long as you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his feathers. He couldn't help but let out a sudden soft whine at the feeling of your arms around him like that. Everything else faded away, it was as if you had some sort of power to make it all seem so utterly insignificant, to leave him with only thoughts of you and how he'd much rather have you alone, free to touch and worship as he pleased, than this crowded tavern.

Something much less pleasant forced him out of that mindset, a stranger, a drunk and obviously intellectually impaired stranger who thought it wise to approach the two of you with a careless grin, one that set Venti on edge.

"Welllll," the man slurred, grin getting wider as your face came into focus, "What an honor, to be blessed by the divine creator's presence."

You could tell by the way the man could barely stand upright that he didn't have any ill intentions and was simply far too gone to understand social cues, so you weren't particularly off put when he attempted to reach for your hand.

He didn't make it, someone else grabbing his wrist in a death grip, inches before his fingers touched your own.

Everything happened so fast, the sound of shattering glass, the weight you had grown used to on your lap no longer there, the look in Venti's eyes as he pinned the other man to the table in front of you with enough force to hear part of the wood crack.

"Try to touch them again and you lose your hand."

Venti’s voice was deathly serious, dripping with a sort of anger you had never gotten close to witnessing. His grip tightened once more as if to emphasize his point, dangerously close to cutting off the man's blood flow, who merely gaped at the scene, fear taking a moment to set in.

You were left staring, mouth agape as well, stuck in temporary paralysis as if time itself had stopped, shocked but also partly scared as the darkness of his expression crept back into your mind.

It was dead quiet for a moment, but only a moment. You were about to stand, about to do something you weren't sure of yet, to interject, to stop further escalation, but before you were able to take even one step you found yourself in the arms of another.

An involuntary gasp quickly left your lips as you were hoisted up, carried out of the tavern before your mind caught up.

Venti was quick to set you down gently once outside, fussing over you and looking for any possible injuries as you looked on in a daze. God help that man if he actually managed to find any.

"You've got to be more careful your grace! You almost stepped on broken glass." He pouted, grasping your hands in his own as he gave you a worried look, all traces of the anger completely gone.

"Venti—"

"Are you ok? You didn't get hurt, right? Please tell me if anything hurts." He cut you off gently, with that same unmaskable worry as he brought your hands up to his face and nuzzled against them.

"Venti… What- what was that?"

He could only give you a sheepish look at your exasperated tone, a small guilty smile forming.

Ok sure, he might have overreacted slightly, but it was hard not to when the drunkard attempted so casually to touch you, when he had obviously already laid claim to you.

Instead of responding, he simply wrapped his wings around you both, pulling you closer and taking the opportunity to rest his head in the crook of your neck, as if trying to silently apologize.

Multiple feelings flooded over him in that moment, a crude mixture of love and devotion, need and possessiveness, tied together with complete and utter worship. He wanted nothing more than to just envelop you in all of it, to drown you in his sea of feelings so that you two could live happily there at the bottom, away from everything else.

He did finally pull away when he noticed your silence, as if you were holding your breath.

"My love, my beautiful and brightest star, please talk to me." He asked, begged, pleated so heavily. You only responded in silence.

He felt as if he could cry, were you ignoring him? Was this a punishment for acting rashly? He'd give you the world to make up for it, in a heartbeat.

You swallowed the fear that was coating your throat, taking a shaky breath, finally coming down from the emotional high.

You could feel the intensity of his emotions too, how they radiated from his very essence. You knew if that man had so much as grabbed you, he'd be dead by now. And you weren't completely confident with the idea that he wouldn't be later.

"Venti,” You started, softly, “My beloved Archon, please, please don't do that again."

Every word after 'beloved' was promptly dismissed as the bard mentally swooned, tackling you to the ground and immediately pressing kisses to your face indiscriminately with an unshakable smile. The word rang in his head over and over again with each kiss, on infinite repeat as he placed a final long kiss directly on your lips, one you accepted.

You knew you were being a bit too lenient with him, you knew this probably wouldn't stick, but the way he chose to make up for it was almost enough to dismiss the idea, focusing solely on how his hands felt on your back as he held you against him, honeyed words of infatuation and adoration whispered ever so gently against you.

The way he treated you like the only person in the universe was almost endearing enough to forget how true he really believed that to be.

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jokingmaiden · 2 years

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In the Dark: a Solar Lunacy One-Shot

Eager to escape the sleepless stress of your own home, you make your way mindlessly to the Fazbear Entertainment Pizzaplex and traverse the halls into the Superstar Daycare. You're not sure why you chose this place, but you know one thing for sure: You need some sleep.

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i've decided to try my hand at a little one-shot thingy bc i miss writing and this idea has been in my head since last night.

tagging it solar lunacy bc it's something like a fan chapter, taking place sometime after chapter seven. instead of being in college in a lone appt though, Y/N is in some sort of an unspecified, emotionally-negative living situation

@bamsara if you're not comfy with me having this up, please let me know!! i'll take it down immediately, no questions asked :)

word count: 1,839

content warning(s): mentions of violence, vague implications of/allusions to a bad home situation, nightmare/beginnings of a panic attack, strong language (obvi)

Your first thought, as you feel yourself drift back into active consciousness from your previously autopilot state, is how horrendously bad of an idea this is.

The Superstar Daycare looms above you, large doors dimly lit only by the cool tones of the surrounding neon signs, ceiling-high glass panes the only thin layer of protection between you and the pitch black den of a monster.

Well, you think to yourself as you gulp down the growing lump in your throat, maybe more of a bogeyman than a full-blown monster.

Your attempt at a jest doesn't do any favors for your nerves. Nonetheless, you find yourself pushing on the doors into the abysmal place, drowning any thoughts of turning back. It's far too late to retreat now. There's no way in hell he didn't clock your presence from the moment you snuck in through the metal gates at the front doors. You've felt those awful, beady eyes on you since the moment you marked yourself a trespasser.

Besides, he didn't come close to igniting the same fear as the monster you're running from. You learned your recklessness from somewhere, after all; there's no way in hell you can go back there. You took this job to save up to get out of there in the first place, but you just couldn't wait anymore. After what you just left behind? No, you can't turn back. And somehow, a murderous, sleep-fueled robot jester has become your only option.

Speaking of which...

As the doors finish their slow tracing of the same grated semicircles in the floor, you call out carefully into the darkness. You didn't have time to grab a pillow or a blanket or anything, so you do your best to find comfort in the feeling of your Fazbear LLC Jacket’s fabric bunched up in your whitening knuckles.

"...Moon?" you call out into the dark. No answer.

You continue. "Uh.. Look. I'm not trying to start anything, I just.. I really need a place to sleep tonight. Maybe, uh, maybe a couple days, actually. And, well, when I think of sleep, I, uh, hah..." Silence. You knew this was a bad idea.

"...Sorry," you call out, surprised at the catch in your voice and the pinprick sting of tears at your eyes. "I'll just sleep in my car." You turn to leave, startling yourself at how many feet forward you were able to walk into the daycare without noticing. There's not much time to ponder the distance, though, as you notice a familiar jester blocking your exit.

His eyes are pits of tar, darkness only broken by two, small pinpricks of blazing red staring directly into your soul. You shiver. He stands tall, unmoving, emotionless as he looks down at you.

Maybe tonight's the night you die after all.

"Uh... I—" "Sleepy, sleepy," a croaky voice escapes him, somehow quieter and, dare you say, gentler than usual. "Finally comes to me for a rest, rest."

"You are being really fuckin' creepy right now, dude," you inform him, instinctively taking a step back into the darkness. He matches your pace, keeping the distance between you the same as before. It occurs to you how much smaller the step looks on him, and how much larger and faster and stronger he is than you. You gulp again, struggling against your drying mouth as sweat beads at your browline.

He seems to notice your adrenaline levels rising, and his eyes narrow. He reverses his step into his starting position, frowning at your hesitation. "Language."

You notice the shifting color of his eyes and sigh in relief, surprised to find yourself so comforted by two pools of electric red narrowing further at you.

The stare-off stretches uncomfortably, and you find yourself adjusting your collar to try to provide less constriction on your tightening throat. It doesn’t help. Yeah, your car sounds like a much better idea after being confronted with what—or, who—you previously thought was a good solution.

"Okay, uh, I'm just gonna go—"

"Stay," Moon instructs, lifting a single arm to block you from leaving as you shuffle towards the exit. He uses the leverage against your abdomen to drag you around, pressing your back to his front and holding you there for a long moment.

Flustered, your immediate instinct is to start thrashing. You try to fight his grip, wiggling around like a child having a tantrum. Unfortunately for you, his programming was specifically designed to handle this kind of situation, even if it's been behaving oddly these days. He scoops you into a bridal carry with one arm, lifting the other to summon his aerial hook.

Your swearing and pleading goes ignored as he brings you up to the ledge of his stage, unhooking himself and walking in before you can even process being off the ground. Damn he moves fast.

Your fight doesn't leave you as you continue to try to escape, half-sure he's only bringing you up here so he can kill you without being disturbed.

"Brat," he hisses, all but shoving you into a pile of blankets, "sleep. You're tired, tired. I will keep watch."

All the fight drains from your body instantly, replaced with the night's exhaustion catching up with you as you remember why you're here in the first place.

No, don't think about it. You left for a reason. Thinking about it defeats the point of escaping.

Suspicion never leaving you, you cautiously adjust yourself in the blanket pile as Moon watches, looming over you much like the doors of the daycare itself, seeming to wait for something.

You pause your adjustment to look up at him, brows furrowing. "Do you mind?"

"Rulebreakers must be supervised," he informs. "Trespassers must be contained."

You're honestly surprised it took him this long to bring it up. "Yeah, well," you chide, slipping off your jacket in favor of burrowing under the blankets without inducing a heatstroke (Fazbear Entertainment doesn’t mess around with the insulation of their jackets), "you can keep an eye on this rulebreaker somewhere else. I won't be able to sleep if you stare at me the whole damn time."

"Language," he hisses once more, but there's no conviction in his voice as he drifts to the corner of the room. It almost seems like he's sulking as he sits down, perched in the corner with his hands on his knees like he's waiting for the opportunity to spring up and charge you.

Well, at least he's further away now.

With some difficulty, you manage to lull yourself to sleep in the pile, strangely comforted by the presence of the murder clown in the corner. It feels oddly safe, knowing he's there to protect you.

Your last thought, as you drift to sleep, is how surely nothing could get you here, not with your big ol' heap of metal watching over you in the dark.

…

You awake with a start. Sweat pours down your face, heart banging against the inside of your ribcage with the intent of escaping. Every nerve in your body is on fire, hands trembling as you reach for your throat to remove the nonexistent block from your windpipe. Your mind races, screaming incomprehensibly in a desperate attempt to get out, out, outoutoutOUTOUTOUTOUT—

"Breathe, breathe," a voice instructs, crackling with a soft static as it soothes your panic. Something cold and metallic presses to your cheek, warmer than most metals but still a cooling relief against your flush skin. As your breathing calms, you realize you're being cradled within two, long legs, padded by pillowy pants beneath you. A spindly arm supports your back, and as you come to, you realize the gentle press against your cheek is the palm of the figure’s other hand cupping your head.

“You’re safe.”

Heart rate slowing to a reasonable amount of panicked pounding, your eyes begin to adjust to the dim light. A familiar, celestial face looms above you, illuminating your skin in a pale pink from the mix of one white and one red eye. You squint up at him, trying to process your current situation as the heaving in your chest slows down into steady, calm breaths.

It occurs to you now, you must’ve had a terrible nightmare. Part of you is quite glad to know you can’t remember what it was.

Your second thought upon waking up is how embarrassing this is. A flush of shame replaces your terror, and you curl in on yourself. God, he’s gonna torment you with this for ages, isn’t he? The name “sleep-crier” will be ranked right under “brat.”

Your mouth opens—you’re not entirely sure what you were going to say. Sorry, maybe? Perhaps a hearty ‘fuck off’?—and lets out a pained croak, breaking into a soft sob as you realize there are a plethora of tears spilling down your reddened cheeks. You struggle to try to force words out between strangled cries, but to no avail, and you find the heaving in your chest pick up again as you grow frustrated.

“No need, no need,” the robot surrounding you assures, gently lifting a thumb to brush fresh tears from your eyes. “I know. Scared, yes? I’ll keep you safe.”

You nod softly. Maybe sometime, you’ll be able to open up and tell him what you were running from, just like he’d done for you not so long ago. But for now, you’re just glad he isn’t as chronically nosy as you are.

Surprisingly, he lets you cry for a while without interruption. Perhaps he knows the catharsis will exhaust you back into sleep without interference. Either way, he continues to hold you in his arms, cooing you into calmness whenever you become a touch too worked up. It goes on like this for as long as you need, and he doesn’t ask questions.

Once you can’t possibly cry anymore, you let out an exhausted groan, dropping your forehead against his chest with a thunk. Finally, after who knows how long, you’ve dried your spell of tears enough to function again.

The first coherent thought in your mind as you properly return to your senses escapes your lips a moment after thinking it.

“…..How did I get in your lap?” you ask, looking up to grimace suspiciously at Moon in the dark.

He grimaces right back, eyes narrowing in distaste as a tsk escapes him.

“Go back to sleep.”

You let a hoarse laugh escape you, surprised at how comfortable you feel. It would be par for the course for you to try to scramble away, to make some snide comment, to resist in any way. But as you feel his hands tighten ever so slightly around you, the faintest tremble traveling through his hardware, you realize he might need this just as much as you do.

So, you sigh, offering a curt, “Fine.” You curl into him and allow yourself to relax slowly back into sleep.

This time, you think as your consciousness fades around the corners of your vision, you won’t have to worry about any nightmares.

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