intro - in a moment of your pyrexia, you mutter a string of words that makes his non-existent heart thud happily in his chest, or basically, you caught a fever, and you say some words accidentally in your feverish stupor. (or was it really accidental?)
character - wanderer x reader
genre - disgustingly sweet fluff
warnings - gn! reader, (1.5k wc) wanderer will be referred to as 'Sacchi', a nickname inspired by nahida's name (or nickname?) for wanderer, "Kasacchi", but he's also referred with an endearment 'darling', mild cursing??
releasing a groan, you scrunched your nose while facing the ceiling. the ache from your throat is becoming more evident as time passed by, its become to the point you can no longer avoid it. you tried to sigh, but a cough escaped out of your mouth instead, making you frown. you hate this. did you have to get sick at your hell week aka exam week??
but of course you just had to. albeit you tried to ignore it yesterday morning by continuing your study session, it seemed like your cold responded with a firm 'no' as it forced you to sleep the remaining day with a fever. your head was spinning, but all that was on your mind was how unprepared you were for the exams that were coming real soon. it was already dawn, and you forced yourself to get up with what little of a strength that was remaining in your system.
always comes with a challenge though. fighting back the urge to vomit, you support yourself using the walls of your room to at least get something to eat. carefully treading to the door, your nose catches a waft of something that made your stomach instantly churn. you blink.
wait, is he home? but.. i thought he was still busy with his reports?
twisting the doorknob open, your tired eyes fixate on the kitchen where you find your roommate (and your boyfriend, you think...) wearing a cute pink apron with a text saying 'kiss the cook!'. you blink at how adorable he looks and how the frilly apron suited him. he turns to the direction of the sound of the door opening, but you couldn't quite make out what was the expression that was sitting on his cute face. once he found you in your dishevelled state, you hear him click his tongue before walking towards your direction with a spatula on one hand. what a perfect malewife.
"hm. finally up? quite the sleepyhead you are in afternoons huh." he remarks, his indigo eyes glossing you over. you replied with a hum and immediately pulled him close to you in a hug. resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed, smiling woozily. his lack of temperature contrasting yours made it a lot comfier to snuggle him. on a normal occasion, he would've called you clingy while snuggling you close too, missing the way your warmth makes up for what he lacks, but he flinches instead. "wait, you're awfully hot today.."
"why thank you, darling ♡." you smiled sweetly at the sight of him rolling his eyes at your joke. putting a hand on your forehead, his face morphs into distaste at the temperature your body is in. he was gone for one day and a night and you had the nerve to get sick? he squished your cheeks using his hands, forcing you to face him and look at his displeased eyes, and for your arms to let go of his body. you whine, the comfort of hugging him and being hugged by him now disappearing.
"shush, your temperature is high and i don't like it." he squints his eyes on you, scrutinising the expression on your face and the state your body is in. leading you to sit on the couch, he asks your patience as he's cooking both of your dinners up, and a lot more other things you couldn't focus enough to hear since your head was spinning. you only hummed in response and grabbed a nearby pillow to rest your head on.
your nose still catching the whiff of a pleasant smell, your tired eyes slowly closed itself as you hear pots and pans clunking at the kitchen. you smiled to yourself, he was so cute. if you had the strength, you were definitely showering him with love with just how lovable he is despite his denials, compliments with how endearing his actions are for you, and kisses with how grateful you are for him. archons, he's just so...
"y/n...?" hearing a soft thump in the living area, wanderer heads to the couch with concern latching in his expression. "goodness, y/n?! you..." he trailed off, watching your body shivering from the cold and your expression wincing from the pain.. of falling to the floor. he frowns immediately, lifting your body to a more comfortable position on the couch, putting pillows on your nape and under your head to cushion you. he takes a second to massage your forehead and his frown eases up once he hears your satisfied sighs.
he smiles, his expression slowly changing to fondness as he grabs his blanket and drapes it on your sick form, hoping that your cold isn't that serious.
"hold on.." he rushes to the kitchen, quickly chopping the vegetables needed for the soup he was making. seeing you in that state triggers something in him, something he doesn't want to recall. he shakes his thoughts away, focusing on making the soup. he swiftly gets his job done, occasionally glancing over to your direction and checking if you're stupid enough to fall to the floor twice.
well, you are stupid. for becoming sick. and making him worried.
no, he's not worried, that's what he tells himself, but the way he quickly stirs the pot full of the soup and the way he glances at your form sleeping on the couch to check your condition proves him wrong. he knows it's stupid. humans are fragile, way too fragile for their own good, yet annoyingly stubborn in ways he can't even begin to understand.
unfortunately, his human is also one of the many who behaves like so, which never fails to crease his eyebrows and shake his head in disappointment. such is the way of idiocy, he muses.
'and yet you gave them your heart', he can hear that annoying archon comment with interest and faux mockery, to which he'd only reply with a scoff, 'have you forgotten my origins? i don't have that annoying, beating thing that humans have in their chest.'
but if he did, he thinks about giving you of what remains of it.
putting the fire off and serving a portion in a bowl, he serves the soup on the table, his eyes squinting in annoyance at how pinkish your nose is, and how your expression screams the pains of a sick person.
he knows it's stupid. it's just a stupid fever. caught by a stupid human who's stupid enough to not take care of themself, and the end result is now a stupid human who's sick.
but his earliest memories of the past involving humans who also fell into sickness aren't pleasant, not to mention how this stupid (and adorable) human is too close to his heart for him not to take care of. he sighs in mild annoyance, brushing the hair off of your forehead. "hey." he whispers, his tone softening slightly without him realising. "the food's ready."
you only groan weakly, the lights in the ceiling flaring at your vision once you peer your eyes open, not helping your condition. archons, your head hurts and you feel too hot. "hot..." you whisper with a rasped voice, leaning onto his shoulder as he slowly helps you up to a seated position. he murmurs an "i know.", reminding himself to get a bowl of water and a piece of cloth to wipe you with later.
after an ample amount of effort, you've managed to finish half-way through the bowl of soup. helping you drink your medicine with a glass of water, you sigh in content, releasing a small burp. he smirks at that, letting you rest your head on the crook of his neck. this stupid human.. letting down their guard on a former harbringer no less.. and if he decided he had had enough with your stupidity and took advantage of you right now??
"..sacchi.." your small voice takes him out of his thoughts and he instantly focuses on what you're attempting to say, leaning his head low to get closer. "..you.."
"..i love you.." you whisper, a small smile gracing your mouth. even if your voice is weak and small, you know he's listening. you just know he is. your heart beats in content, your fingers slightly tightening on his shirt.
"..wanna marry you... you're such.. a malewife.."
then you fall to your slumber completely, your whispers instead replaced with the rhythmic sound of your breaths. but for some reason, that's not what the wanderer hears. for some reason, he hears an annoying *thump, thump, thump* ringing on his ears, with his face turning hot.. too hot for his liking..
he scoffs quietly, eyebrows scrunched in what seems to be a displeased expression, but the way his mouth tugs up to form a small smile betrays him so. archons forbid someone giving him a mirror, for he himself doesn't even realise the stupid grin slowly forming on his mouth and the way his eyes softened at your words.
'i love you too, stupid human.'
he made damn sure you didn't hear that though. (you did.)
a/n - wrote this as an idea in my drafts & then i actually get sick w a fever. its like i manifested it, lmao
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