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islandofsages · 2 years

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Heyy could I request platonic venti taking care of his sick friend who has a high fever? Have a nice day!

summary: in which he tries his best to tend to you.

characters: venti x gn!reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, reader lives in mondstadt, fluff, fic format, diluc is mentioned

warnings: hand-holding

author's notes: sorry for being late again 😭 well, better late than never right lmao,, and yes i threw in yet another will wood reference, someone stop me. anyways i hope you like this and you have a nice day too anon <3

word count: 1.4k

“So uh…what exactly do mortals eat when they’re sick?”

Diluc sighs as he continues to mix a drink, hands and shaker in the air with a posture that could easily be read as this routine being second-nature to him. Venti kicks his feet in a bored manner as he waits for the redhead’s answer, his hands also fiddling, though with his glass of wine. Diluc only has the drunken state of most of the patrons to thank for the lack of attention drawn to Venti’s seemingly strange question.

“Medicine.”

“Yeah but medicine like what? Back in my days, we just drank ourselves to death - and damn it, we liked it!”

Venti playfully reminisces as he takes another sip of his drink and Diluc rolls his eyes at the ridiculous confession. By then, Venti’s beginning to feel a little tipsy, though that is no surprise for his little sip was of his 11th glass of wine. The redhead only shakes his head, already and unfortunately too familiar with the bard’s antics. Even when Diluc starts to rummage through his pockets, Venti pays no mind to his surroundings. “Here. Take them to (Y/N). …Don’t say I’m the one who gave you these though.”

Only when Diluc extends a few packets of medicine and pills does Venti raise his head from the counter curiously. Public display of kindness aside, how did Diluc know he was asking for (Y/N)? Perhaps Jean had told him? Either way, that isn’t a question Venti bothers asking, not when the redhead is offering to be so nice to him…or rather (Y/N). Still, there is one question lounging in Venti's mind.

“And why not, my dear Diluc?”

“Because it’ll make you look like an unsympathetic asshole, you fool.”

Venti lets out a melodramatic gasp at Diluc’s choice of words to which Diluc only rolls his eyes yet again. The latter only puts the packets on the counter and returns to mixing his drink, Venti unaware the shaker is still in his hand in the first place. Venti only stares suspiciously at the medicine - not suspicious of the fact that they came from Diluc, oh no, he is more suspicious of how tiny bits of dust could possibly heal a human being. What curious creatures humans are.

He snatches the packets swiftly and rushes out the door, to Diluc’s dismay. The redhead screams after the bard, the latter already far enough from the tavern to not hear his angry voice boom out.

“You better pay later, you dolt! With actual Mora this time!”

Despite his slight lightheadedness, he’s still somewhat sane enough to at least knock on your door instead of barging in recklessly like an imbecile (though Diluc has called him that in two different ways in one night already). Though…when he hears no verbal response nor footsteps, then he barges into your house. Even so, he tries his best to remain graceful despite the ruckus he’s making would make someone mistake him for a burglar.

“Oh (Y/N)~ I got some medicine for you! Where are you~?”

He searches for you all around the house except for the bedroom where you lay in your bed. You feel the urge to laugh at the sound of his footsteps littering all over your humble abode as if you two are playing some form of hide and seek or Windtrace - but a raspy cough escapes your lips instead, your throat feeling scratchy as all hell. Your more-than-concerning cough acts as a guide for your best friend; merely seconds after your cough, he finds his way to you.

“(Y/N)! There you are! Oh wow, your face is really red…”

He makes his way to you with light steps, borderline tiptoeing. Venti’s smile is quickly replaced by a frown despite - or maybe because of - the weak smile you offer him. He sits on the edge of your bed, on the right side where you lay and for a few moments, he simply observes you and your movements, or lack thereof.

“Um, here, I brought some medicine which I totally didn’t get from Master Diluc. But, uh, if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask!”

He says and gently puts the packets of medicine on your stomach, though concealed by a blanket. You manage a laugh this time and a shake of your head makes him scratch the back of his head sheepishly with that signature chuckle of his. You attempt to make a grab for the medicine, and while you are successful, Venti suddenly puts his hand on yours.

“Your body heat’s really high too…wait here.”

He then rises and leaves the room just as abruptly. You were about to tell him that you need some water for the pills; though you do find it amusing how he’s trying so hard to understand and empathize with mortal issues such as illnesses. He may be able to get drunk but you suppose that as an Archon, he is still as immune to diseases despite being able to develop allergies. You then start to wonder…how many milligrams of him is truly him?

“I’m back! Hope you weren’t waiting too long~”

Venti enters and a glint reflected from his hand steals your attention - a full glass of water shimmers, thanks to the ribbons of moonlight twirling their way into your room through your window; oh, you forgot to draw the curtains, you think to yourself. No wonder your room seems to glow despite the lights being off. Your train of thought is interrupted by yet another uncomfortable cough.

Upon hearing that, Venti quickly sits back down on the edge of the bed and hands you the glass with a small nod. You accept his offer and with your other hand, you grab your medicine that Venti totally didn’t get from Diluc. You sigh before you go through the usual meds-taking procedure, gulping down pills you didn’t even bother to question the effectiveness of. Again, Venti only watches you silently, as if you’re an otherworldly specimen that somehow made its way to Teyvat (and maybe you are).

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

You ask once you think his gaze is becoming a little unnerving. As if a spell has been broken, he blinks once, then twice, and the thin line on his face stretches into a full smile. He leans forward and cups one side of his mouth with his right hand cheekily to whisper-shout.

“Well yes, there is something on your face - a very bright red blush!”

You both laugh at his words, though you choke on a few coughs in between. As soon as you two finish laughing, he takes your hands in his and gently, he caresses them with his oh-so-silky fingers. Up and down, over and over again, soothing whatever phantom pains that once resided in between exhausted flesh. You say nothing and take the time to cherish such a silent moment with him, comforted by his gesture.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

He breaks the silence yet his routine persists. His voice was quiet, an unreadable silence that tickles your curiosity, beside the fact that he looks quite vulnerable at the moment. Your response was simple, as to not give away that curiosity, fearing the cat wounds itself before it even escapes the bag. The bard clears his throat.

“...I think I’m bad at taking care of sick people.”

At that, you let out the biggest laugh your raspy throat could muster. Venti is silent, though his eyes are now on you and on him, is a smaller yet more genuine smile. You make a quick grab for the glass of water just so you wouldn’t choke on your coughs again. Once you finish rehydrating, you intertwine your fingers with his, forcing a halt on his routine. But he doesn’t seem bothered in the least.

“You may be bad at that but you sure are a professional at being a friend.”

He doesn’t reply, save for his tightening grip on your hands; you remember what it’s like to be a good friend yourself. Someone who doesn’t treat you as if you’re made of glass, who doesn’t treat you as if you’re omnipotent, who simply treats you as an entity worthy of compassion and kindness - Venti is that to you. And you hope you are that to him too.

Love can be quite contagious, after all.

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