don’t wanna be annoying buuuut can i request a sick fic with Aventurine taking care of Reader?
maybe Reader is kinda overemotional when they’re sick — they’re always feeling sad or irritated when they’re like this. they try their best to behave tho!!
(my dad may or may not have gotten sick. and just being around him may have gotten me sick too… 😭)
Calculated Kindness
Summary: When you fall ill, Aventurine takes it upon himself to care for you, blending his characteristic charm and subtle vulnerability. As you struggle with the emotional toll of being sick, he offers comfort in his own unique way, revealing glimpses of the man beneath his flamboyant facade.
Warnings: Mild emotional distress (Reader struggles with feeling weak and overemotional while sick), Brief mention of dehydration (in a lighthearted context), General themes of vulnerability and comfort.
A/N: bestie, you're never annoying me 😭🙏. Also, rip I hope you get well by the time this fic comes out 😔🙏 (ngl I can relate lmaoo happened to me plenty of times)
The first thing you noticed upon waking was the ache, sharp and unrelenting, throbbing behind your eyes. The second thing was Aventurine’s voice, low and teasing, cutting through the fog of your illness like a finely sharpened blade.
"Ah, you're awake," he said, his tone laced with that familiar blend of charm and calculation. "And here I thought I’d have to call the medics—or, at the very least, write you a will."
You groaned, shifting beneath the blanket cocoon he'd apparently wrapped you in. The weight of his gaze made you simultaneously want to melt into the bed and throw something at him.
“I’m not dying,” you muttered hoarsely. “Just… sick.”
His lips curled into a smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was seated at the edge of your bed, legs crossed, his overcoat draped casually over the back of the chair. His hat rested on the nightstand beside a tray of what looked like soup, tea, and a suspiciously well-folded napkin.
“Good,” he said lightly. “Because while I’m known for extravagant gambles, I draw the line at dragging corpses around.”
You tried to glare at him, but it came off more as a tired pout. "You could at least pretend to feel bad for me."
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and tilted his head with mock concern. “Darling, I am positively heartbroken. Can’t you see the sorrow etched into every perfect feature of my face?”
Despite yourself, a weak laugh bubbled up. "You're insufferable."
“And yet, you keep me around.” His grin softened into something warmer as he plucked the tea from the tray and handed it to you. “Here. Drink. Hydration is key, or so I’m told.”
You took the cup, cradling it in trembling hands. The warmth was soothing, though it didn’t do much to quell the swirl of emotions bubbling beneath the surface. Being sick always turned you into a mess—sad, irritable, and just a little bit pathetic.
He must have noticed your expression shift, because his voice dropped to something quieter, less performative. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just…” You trailed off, swallowing hard. The tea in your hands blurred as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “I hate feeling like this. Useless. Weak. I hate that you have to take care of me.”
His brow furrowed slightly, though the gesture was almost imperceptible. “Is that what this is about?”
You nodded, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay. “I’m trying to be good, I promise. I’m just—”
“Stop.” His voice was gentle but firm, cutting through your spiraling thoughts. He reached out, placing a hand over yours. The warmth of his skin was a grounding contrast to the chaos in your chest. “You don’t have to ‘be good’ for me. And you’re certainly not weak.”
“You don’t understand,” you whispered. “You’re… you’re you. Always in control, always on top of everything. And I’m just…”
“Human?” he supplied, his tone laced with dry humor.
You scowled at him, though it lacked any real heat. “I mean it, Aventurine. You’re too good at this.”
A flicker of something crossed his face—an emotion you couldn’t quite place. For a moment, his usual mask of confidence and charm slipped, revealing a glimpse of the man underneath.
“I’m not as infallible as you think,” he said quietly. “I’ve just had a lifetime of practice pretending.”
You blinked at him, startled by the honesty in his words.
“But this?” He gestured vaguely to the tray of soup and tea, the carefully tucked blankets, the feather-light touch of his hand against yours. “Taking care of someone I care about? That’s not pretending.”
Your chest tightened, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over. “Aventurine…”
“None of that now,” he said, his teasing tone returning as he gently brushed a stray tear from your cheek. “If you cry too much, you’ll dehydrate, and then I really will have to call the medics.”
You huffed out a weak laugh, the tension in your chest easing just a little.
“There’s the smile I’ve been waiting for,” he said, his grin widening. “Now, finish your tea like a good patient, and maybe I’ll let you win our next card game.”
You snorted, lifting the cup to your lips. “You never let anyone win.”
“True,” he admitted, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. “But I do make an excellent nurse, don’t you think?”
As much as you hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong.
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