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Venti and Dahlia have been good friends for thousands of years now. The “absentee” barbatos, who disguises himself as venti, and his herald dahlia, who knows about his little secret. And honestly, dahlia finds it entertaining. While people look up to him to hear the words of their archon, dahlia simply spends countless nights in the tavern with the god himself, gossiping and having drinking contests until they’re too drunk to walk.
Dahlia takes pride in that, in venti trusting him as both his herald and companion. The only problem is that dahlia doesn’t see venti as just a friend or a god, dahlia's feelings went beyond both, he was in love with him. With his god. But could never admit that.
The mondstadt cathedral preached freedom, especially when it came to love. It supported it. But was falling in love with your god part of that freedom? Even feeling hungry desires toward him? Dahlia would rather see another archon waar unfold than ever admit his feelings.
Dahlia could handle his feelings when venti was around, keeping him company. The problem was when he wasn’t. Barbatos was known for going into slumber for long periods of time, which left dahlia lonely. When dahlia tried to ask his friend about the reason, the answers the bard gave would always circle back to “Even if I’m not physically around, you can always feel me and hear my voice in the breeze! You're never really lonely my dear herald.”
Dahlia understood, but he still always showed a pout when the bard said that. He was the herald of barbatos, the god of the wind. He should understand his god and the wind better than anyone. But it wasn’t enough.
Dahlia's thoughts were selfish when it comes to this. He wanted his god physically around him, where he could see him and touch him. But he respected his god more than his own desires, so all his feelings and thoughts were suppressed, pushed into a corner alongside what he classified as blasphemy. So because of that he would always feel ashamed of these thoughts.
During one of the many times barbatos had been in slumber for years, Dahlia couldn’t help himself but go to the windrise tree leaning against it and facing the statue of his god. Barely anyone visited this tree let alone in the middle of the night. Dahlia knew no one would come and honestly, it was better that way for him to be alone with his thoughts, trying to process his feelings.
Staring at the statue before him, dahlia makes a quiet, almost desperate attempt to pretend that venti is there with him. It’s what he’s always done during these long absences, but lately, it feels like he can’t keep it together anymore.
"Am I really going to keep living like this?"
He can’t have barbatos because his principles won’t allow it and he can’t move on either. It’s a lose lose situation.
He tries to imagine himself with other people, to picture a different someone, but his mind always replaces them with venti one way or another. With a sigh, dahlia lowers his head.
"Ugh… not now.”
the obvious arousal in his shorts, something he’s always managed to control. He’s the Herald of barbatos, after all. what would the people of mondstadt think if they knew? They would tie him and throw him in cider lake as a way to baptize him.
But no one is here.
No one would know.
…Except his god.
“Barbatos used to ask how I was doing, even while he was slumbering. Maybe he doesn’t see everything after all… or maybe he does and just pretends not to know.” Dahlia said while chuckling nervously then he let out a frustrated sigh.
it seems like the arousal in his shorts is supporting dahlia's delusions the way it is making it hard for him to ignore.
“Just this once… even if he found out, he wouldn’t mind… right?”
Dahlia tried convincing himself that nothing would happen while reaching for his shorts
Once his fingers brushed against the tip a shiver ran down his spine but the sensation was too tempting to ignore. He pulled his hand back, then slowly began touching himself again while staring at the statue. The feeling was so good that he wanted more.
He pulled down his shorts down slightly, revealing his dick. No one would come here anyway, so what was the harm?
Summoning a little hydro in his hand and continued, letting his imagination take over as if the statue before him was his god humping on him and staring at him with teary eyes and a voice that rivals that of angels.
Dahlia threw his head back against the tree and started breathing faster. His hips began lifting and dropping as he started going fast
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶te blasphemy he thought while guilt rwas racing through his mind. But the pleasure overpowered it and he kept going.
The pleasure over powered it so much that he began imagining his god in different positions. At one point, he even imagined him kneeling down sucking his dick , which sent dahlia's sanity to Celestia.
That was why he didn’t notice the sudden anemo power and the wind beginning to rise around the tree and the statue.
Until he finally cummed.
Looking down at himself, he had never felt such satisfaction before in his thousands of years of living. And just as he was about to lift his head to let the guilt eat him alive-
He saw his god.
Standing right in front of him.
Staring down at dahlia. With his pants down and his dick full of cum facing the anemo archon statue directly. Even a fool could tell who he was rubbing his dick to.
The moment his god suddenly woke from his slumber to was an awkward one.
Dahlia began sweating like a sinner in a church which was almost an accurate one if a church suddenly appears on top if the tree. His face shifted from flushed red to white then to red then to white again. the color draining and returning as if he couldn’t decide which state to settle in.
Meanwhile venti wore a blank expression, his mouth slightly open and he stared without blinking. The god of freedom was known for not judging
but he was definitely judging now.
"D-dahlia! It's been so long!" Venti suddenly forced out, holding his hands together in front of his chest.
"... I.. Uhm..- "
"Hehe even though I just woke up I remembered I have something important to do ! Let's meet in the tavern later I will hold a place for you! "
"A-alright.. I will come-"
Then Venti Suddenly vanished in thin air. probably turned into wind.
"Great. God really just used me as an example. " Dahlia laughed saying that 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 while cleaning himself with his hydro. How could he even face Venti anymore. Hell how could he even look at one of his statues the same after that. If he could he would literally burry himself alive because of embarrassment.
"Literally what should I now? I ruined my friendship with my crush who's my God which my job literally depends on. What do I have left. " Still sweating from the embarrassment Dahlia stood up looking at the sky. One time. He let his desires first for one time and this is what happens, he was trying to stop tears at this point.
But right now he has three choices : go meet Venti in the tavern. Or go home and pack his things and leave forever or he could just kill himself right here right now.
He chose the wisest one.
Killing himself was the solution.
He looked at the lake in front of him preparing himself mentally to jump and not swim up.
What the people gonna say?
The Herald of barbatos found dead in a lake. Wind's most favored person dead in a lake??? That was ridiculous.
Dahlia then chose the second wisest option.
To meet Venti.
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Like Venti said, he was waiting in the tavern in the upper floor, luckily it was only him there.
Just him and the person who was jerking to him.
The moment Venti saw him he smiled at him, but Dahlia couldn't face him he just walked to his chair, stumbled on nothing then continued walking like he didn't embaress himself again in front of Venti. All his dignity gone. Dahlia never took kaeya seriously when he called the god of fates stupid but now he's cursing them to hell and back.
He sat on the chair, hands on his laps staring down at the table while Venti was resting his head on his palm looking at him with a small smile at his face.
"My dear Dahlia it's been so long" Venti said cheerfully with a smile tugging in his face.
Dahlia didn't do much except nodding very slow. His face turning very red, his throat suddenly making it for him to breathe or to swallow from embarrassment.
"it makes sense that you're embarrassed but you don't have to dwell on it to the point if effects your life decisions that hard" Venti went straight to the point because at this point he could easily notice Dahlia melting in his chair.
"You know it's alright for you to relax once in awhile there's no shame in that. "
"You really don't have to pretend you understand. " Dahlia said in a low voice still not looking at him while playing with his fingers anxiously under the table.
"Excuse me? I really wouldn't have been much of a God of freedom if I didn't accept things like that. No one is a saint, even I jerked off once in a while to no one just to feel satisfaction. "
"Exactly. To 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦"
Venti just looked at him for a moment and then started laughing. If only he was in his shoes right now.
"Are you embaressed because I saw you, or because of who you were thinking about? "
Dahlia flinched slightly. He was in the roughest moment in his life and his God wasn't taking him seriously. If Dahlia wasn't in this situation right now he probably also wouldn't take it seriously.
"...Does it matter? "
"Well it does matter if you think I'm gonna judge you for it, again I'm not some fraud God of freedom"
"Let's be honest here you're just saying this to make me feel better" Dahlia said with a frown, finally looking at him.
"Well yes, especially since you were looking at that lake a little too much" of course Venti would know about the lake. His winds probably brought him the news and would've intervened if Dahlia went with the decision " but I really mean it, especially if you were jerking it to me. "
Dahlia eyes went wide and his jaw dropped to the floor. As if his face wasn't heating enough. While Venti smirked staring back at him as if he hit the jackpot. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥.
"Stop. Im so serious stop"
"No no no part of it was my fault. It seems like I have been gone for too long that you started 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 a little too much. " Venti sighed and threw his hands in the air is if he's guilty of something.
"You- I can't believe I wasted a good amount of cum on you" Dahlia replied finally smiling at little. He meant no bite in his words.
"*Gasp* now you're making me upset! Am I really not worth it? " the bard replied innocently.
"Anyway.. Im kind of flattered. " the deacon stared at the bard who was saying this. Unbelievable. This guy is really full of shit.
Dahlia's embarrassment was slowly fading. His god was really gone for too long that he almost forgot how he was like. Dahlia was just feeding his ego at this point!
After a good laugh out of Venti he looked at Dahlia with a little more serious face. Half lidded eyes and still smiling.
"You know... It can be what it is"
" be what it is? " Dahlia tilted his head slightly while crossing his arms.
"That you wanted me, there's no shame in that"
"You're full of shit you know"
"Hehe but I really mean it! I can even reciprocate if you want-"
Dahlia just stood up quickly and was about to leave but Venti caught him by the arm.
He was laughing so hard that he was barely holding him from leaving, it was all thanks to Dahlia that stopped by himself, putting his palms on his cheek to feel the heat growing more and more.
Despite all the laughing between them. Venti managed to look at him in adoration and think.
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘋𝘢𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘢.