Destiny & Fate

Destiny & Fate

➜ Character/s: venti; g!reader

➜ Word Count: 578 words (drabble)

➜ Theme/s: soulmate au. angst. hurt/comfort. mentions of reincarnations. where venti dreads for the day of your death even if he hadn’t seen you yet.

➜ Warning/s: mention of his true name. mentions of death. spoilers for act 3: song of the dragon and freedom.

➜ Note/s: i was actually debating whether i’d give venti the angst ending or the last character but well here we go. and omg i just got jean on my 22th pull on my f2p account i’m so shocked rn. i was planning on just doing solo hutao there since i also got her but woop- my unnecessary luck just said no. anw second to the last entry for the soulmate series! guess who’s the last one hehe.

➜ Part of the Series:

Home - Albedo | Love or Hate? - Childe/Tartaglia | No Love Left - Aether | Your Name - Zhongli |

Destiny and fate are two different things, Barbatos knew that.

Blessed by destiny, cursed by fate—what else was he supposed to do just to not lose you?

He tried. He tried each and every time he hears your voice through the wind, when he feels the tug on his finger, urging him to come close, to come find you once more. A red string of fate connecting you and him, a reminder of what had been, a reflection of what could have been.

Venti never really intended to give his Gnosis, no, he wasn’t that easy to back down. Yet, all of his strength were sucked by the painful memories of the past, and just by your memory, he knew that it was time to fight back.

You were a mere mortal. In all of your lifetimes, you had always been a mortal. And yet, you were stronger than everyone, in terms of your dignity, sense of freedom, and pride. You were a fighter, and you were one of his inspirations.

It didn’t matter that he had to wait for a couple of years before seeing you again, not at first, that is. He didn’t see any wrong with it, but after witnessing your death several times, all with the same age, same day, and same loss of life in your eyes, he knew it had to stop.

It hurts so much.

No matter what, you two always found each other. Both would create happy memories for awhile, but the inevitable will always come.

At your 18th birthday at the 18th hour, Barbatos, a god, dreads that very specific moment. Because it was at this moment that you’d perish and he would have to wait for your other life. He was tired of it.

“Maybe I should go with you, what do you say?”

“What do you mean, Venti? This commission is just simple, I’ll be back before you know it!”

He was always too late, always left hanging surprised despite already knowing what was to happen. He always hoped that something will change, that your love was enough for you to live.

How foolish of him.

“Why do you not want me to go, love? Is there a problem?”

He held on to your waist, refusing to let himself be engulfed in the negativity. He’s with you, what could happen, right?

It was inevitable.

Death by a fight, an illness, an accident, it was inevitable.

Venti gave up his Gnosis not because he couldn’t take it.

He gave it as a rebellion.

Whoever was the god of fate, he was willing to fight them. It was selfish, he knows, but who cares.

He just wants to live with you. Fate and destiny be damned.

A tug on his finger lits his eyes up, a smile forming at his face all of a sudden.

“Hey why are you smiling like that, tone-deaf bard?” Paimon asks him, but his grin merely widens.

“Nothing. Hey, what do you say I tell you of the story?”

“What is it about?”

There was a bittersweet feeling in his chest, but the smile retained on his face, just a little bit different than before.

“It’s about the story of the bard and his fight for his people, and his lover.”

And for some reason, the traveller and Paimon felt the pain in his words as he sang a song about the blessings of destiny and curses of fate.

About the ending? Who knows.