❥︎ venti temporarily takes in little kaeya
❥︎ part one ㅤ- ㅤpart two ㅤ- ㅤpart three
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❥︎ IMPORTANT NOTE: ㅤthe beginning of this is going to be the same as another kaeya and venti oneshot cause I'm too lazy to rewrite it differently lol. also might be a little bit rushed, and i apologize for that.
It was announced to him on a Wednesday.
The announcement that was given to him by his father alone about the necessary trust of the Ragnvindr's and the little information of Mondstadt that he was practically being forced to infiltrate.
At the time, he sat at a table that was filled with food as he loosely gripped onto his fork that he used to twirl the noodles around in the bowl. He was not hungry, everything looked unappetizing to him throughout that day.
However, when his father said that he was their last hope, and that he had a job that needed to be done, he didn't think that he would strand him in the dead of night during a thunderstorm. Granted, he was dropped off where he needed to be regardless, the family of the Ragnvindr's, but thinking back to the place that's supposed to feel like home, the place that he felt lonely in due to the lack of bonds he created, this is his first time that he was truly alone.
The thunder caused Kaeya to flinch slightly within every boom and his uncovered eye was hazy with the rain that slips through his lashes. The clothes he wears was a bit worn down and drenched, and his stained thin overcoat did little to nothing, even with the hood on over his head.
He listens to each splat when he steps in puddles, trying to maneuver his way around the best he can, passing by tree after tree and seeing no building, only green.
The longer he stayed outside, the more his body began to get used to the cold. That couldn't be healthy for him at all, but what else could he do?
Kaeya didn't know what he should be feeling in a time like this. There were so many emotions piling on top of him at once, he didn't know which one he should let front. He was scared, as any child would be, because he was alone in the middle of a heavy storm when the moon was out. He was angry that even though his own father would throw him away to do his bidding, he feels as though he has no choice but to obey his orders. He feels pity for himself because he grew up in such an unhealthy household and all he could do was stand by and watch as everything around him unfold.
But yet, a part of him also felt kind of relieved. Relieved that he was finally given the chance to taste freedom dance around him and close enough to be within his grasp.
Still though, once this entire mission was over, however long that may take, he'll be back in the house that he was imprisoned in for so long.
The weight being piled upon him weighs him down, and he can only plop down under a tree as he hugs tightly onto his knees. His growing tears mix with the rain as they both slide down on his skin. He didn't want this; he wanted to walk out of the wide open door of his cell, but can't because he's being held by the chains of his father's wishes. All the boy wanted was the freedom to make his own mistakes, because then maybe he'll actually learn the meaning behind them.
And it was almost like he was heard. Eyes were on him from a distance by a young male who watches as the child buried his face in his dirty clothing. He smiles as he appears right before the boy, crouching down.
"What a surprise! I didn't expect to see a child here."
The boy was clearly startled, a sight that Venti did not enjoy seeing one bit. Still though, he was not going to give up on this boy and leave him stranded here on his own like who ever his previous guardian did to him. He doesn't know how long he's been wondering out in the pouring rain, but he looked like a total mess.
Kaeya wanted to back away from the taller male, but the more he stared at his calm and patient expression, the more relaxed he got. Obviously, he's still hesitant. Who wouldn't be? But the bard knew that this was progress, quick progress at that.
He held his hand out to the child and watched as the kid simply stares at it, not fully understand the pros and cons of his choises.
He could stay here, and a good thing about that is that the owner of the winery would eventually stumble upon him and take him back to his home. The bad thing about that is that he was still young and developing; if he stays out here for too long he would surely die, and the only thing that the Ragnvindr's would stumble upon would be a corpse.
However, if he left with this young looking man, he would survive and be taken care of as a child should, but what about the mission? What would his father say or even do to him or this male when they meet? That he failed him, threw every trivial thing that his father has done away?
This shouldn't be a hard choice to Kaeya, but it was. This definitely was a hard choice. He didn't want to die, but he also didn't want to disobey his father.
"You look as though you're going through quite a bit." While Venti kept his hand out, he lowers it slightly. He doesn't move from his position nor does he make any move that he plans on stepping away from the kid. "Don't worry, I'm patient, but I'd rather you choose sooner rather then later." He raises his arm and points at his check with a big smile as he lets out a quiet 'ehe' that could hardly be heard in this storm. "I wouldn't want you to get sick out here now would I?"
It was as though he read his mind. It was a terrifying thought: slowly dying in this whether, his skin turning grey and the shine in the boys blue eyes dull out. The thought of someone running into him in such a state was just as terrifying. What a traumatizing sight to show off.
Finally, the boy made up his mind and reluctantly extends his short arms and places his hand into Venti's which causes the man's smile to widen as he raises his position to a normal stand. "That's more like it!" He places his free hand on his hip as he lets out an almost child like giggle. "What do you say we give you a new home?"
A new home. The idea wasn't the worst. In fact, based on this man's personality that he expressed in their short amount of time interacting, he seemed like a noticably more comfortable person to be around compared to his father.
Should be even compare the two? They were two completely different people, but one had a kinder heart then the other. Maybe that was why he compared: because he longed this.
Kaeya doesn't say anything; he doesn't need to. Whether the kid liked it or not, Venti wasn't going to leave him to perish in his own depressing thoughts, so what's the wrong to help him a bit? The thought of raising a kid never crossed the bards mind, yet here he is holding onto a child's hand as he guided them into the mountains where he lives among the people.
First things first, this kid needs a bath and then food in his stomach.
Kaeya was very cooperative no matter how scared he was. Venti began to think that he was only following his orders because he feared what the consequences would be if he didn't. That's such a sorrowful thought that went through his head, and he wanted it out.
Of course, he wasn't expecting him to be a happy and giddy, jumping around the place in sheer excitement, but he wanted him to feel comfortable and secure in his presence.
The house that he brought the kid to was a cabin deep in the woods outside of Mondstadt. Venti found it quite a few years previously, and decide to clean up the place to stay there every now and then. Well, looks like he's going to have to stay here longer from now on. After all, he can't leave this kid here by himself! He was already struggling enough as it is.
"I know that this place isn't much," Venti starts, looking around his somewhat bare home until his eyes settle on Kaeya, who was eating a few cut up apple slices. "But at least it's better then being out there in that storm."
The child's eye stays on the apples as he eats each piece hesitantly. Venti couldn't help but let out a sigh as he pulls a chair out from the table and plops down on it, watching Kaeya with his chin pressed in both of his hands.
"Hey," he places one hand on the wooden table beside the boys tense body. "We can go to Mondstadt tomorrow morning if you want. I have some money saved and I wouldn't mind spending it on you."
The mention of Mondstadt made the child flinch slightly, and he raises his head and look at the taller man. No, he doesn't talk, but he really wants to, that much he could tell. He even noted his slightly quivering lip and shivering fingers. He was scared. Scared that someone or sometime that knew him would notice him and report back to his father, or maybe even take him away and back to his home. He doesn't even want to think of the punishment he would receive.
But instead of saying anything about the thoughts circling his head, he presses his lips tightly together into a firm thin line and adverts his gaze back down to his hands, almost as though he was counting each apple slice that was drying out.
Venti tilts his head on his hand, refusing to remove his attention from the kid. In all honesty, that money was supposed to be for the alcohol that he was going to drown himself in, but drinking in front of such a terrified kid would be such a horrible idea, especially one where he was taking care of.
Venti originally thought of taking care of the kid, but he never thought of afterwards. Would he really be capable of raising a child? He was an alcoholic bard who plays music for people for a living.
Well, if he was going to do that, all of the money he earns would go straight to Kaeya. After all, he's a human, unlike Venti. He needs a healthy balance in his life, whether it comes to socializing, activity, or even just food. He needed much more then him.
He was quick to notice the kids hands were empty from the slices, and he was just awkwardly sitting there. "You must be tired." Venti stretches his arms and legs before standing. "I cleaned a room for you while you were bathing." He held his hand out for the kid, who reluctantly took it.
Kaeya follows him throughout the dark cabin that was lit here and there by candles, and was eventually lead to a small but cozy room.
Most of the comfortable belongings in the room actually belonged to Venti, but what's more important then the comfort of a child? It wasn't the most decorated and lavish room out there, but he has strong doubts that the kid even cares about that.
He was safe now, and he now has a place he can call home.
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