Until then, we will find each other again.
fluff drabble, reincarnation au, modern au
| Venti x Reader | Zhongli x Reader |
Venti
The last time Venti heard your voice, was through these words. “Until then, we will find each other again.”
Thus, the bard waited. He held onto your promise of meeting you again. This is why he has not chosen to pass on yet- even if millenias pass and humans have no need of any Archon nor Vision. Venti- Barbatos rather, was the last remaining person alive from a time fantasy and magic were common occurence a long, long time ago. Still, this does not sway him. He did not want his love to walk the earth alone, thinking he had already left.
Now here he is, in college, studying music (even if he knows more about the concept than everyone in the university altogether), currently sipping milktea as his new alcohol, when he found you, sitting all alone in a cafe.
When he saw the familiar colors that you wore and the colors within your eyes, he knew.
“Y-y/n?” He stuttered, not believing his eyes.
Your gaze met his and the look in your face made his heart sank. “Um… Yeah that’s me… Did- did you need anything?”
“O-oh… You don’t remember me?” The way the words sat on his tongue felt like lead. Unbeknownst to him, he began tearing up. He swears this is you! He knows these eyes! You promised!
When you saw the man’s eyes glaze over in sadness, you dropped the act and instantly engulfed him in a hug from guilt. And boy did he cling to you ever so dearly.
“Oh dear, Venti. I didn’t mean to. I just thought it would be funny to prank you in our first meeting.”
Venti, a bit overwhelmed laughed while sobbing a bit on your shoulder. “That’s the worst- hiccup- idea ever… but…
…
You’re finally back.”
You laughed softly as you hugged him tighter, “I told you we would find each other again.”
Zhongli
Your death was a memory Zhongli held onto dearly. Truth be told, he wishes to merely pass from the living and join you in the after life. However, you made a promise. A promise which made Morax stand his ground with the mortals as Zhongli.
“Until then, we will find each other again.”
This was the last contract between the two of you. A contract which was finally fulfilled.
“Mr. Zhongli, someone wishes to see you. A guardian from one of your students.”
The man lifted his gaze to his co-professor then stood up, “I shall see to them, thank you.”
“Oh you don’t have to. She’s already here, and quite persistent to see you, too.”
The professor then nodded at someone and beckoned the visitor to come in.
Zhongli almost dropped the tea cup he was holding.
When the professor finally closed the door, you smirked, “For a god of Liyue and a professor of its history and culture, the book I borrowed from my niece is a bit… questionable. She said it’s the book required for your subject.”
And just like that, with a rush, the man crossed around his table and wrapped you with his arms. With a deep breath, he smells your oh so familiar scent.
“It’s really you…” Zhongli mummbled as he held you tighter.
Then you laughed. Oh how your melodious voice rings in his ears like the soothing chime bells. “It must be fate for me to question the education being provided to my niece. I mean- the Qixing killing Rex Lapis? Last time I checked, you faked your own death and even hosted your own funeral party.”
The man chuckled deeply, relishing in your rambling, “Those I did, however…
It’s really you.” For you are what matters the most to him.
You hummed in agreement, “I’m here. You’re here. Together. Just like we promised.”