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Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?

── Synopsis: Soulmates. The concept sounded unreal, too good to be true. And it seemed it was. Nothing lasts forever and the thought of being together even in another world was just a dream.

── Characters: Blade, Aventurine, and Veritas

── CW: can't find anything. (please let me know if I missed any.)

── Notes: kinda occ ngl... [angst/no comfort]

── Word count: 591 + 891 + 867 = 2349 words in total

Blade ── Blade was a wandering soul. Both of you knew that and yet you still tried to tie him down. But could you really be blamed?

How could you think he wanted anything else when all he did was send mixed signals? One moment he’s cold and distant then he’s all over you, being needy and needing your comfort. So was it any surprise when you eventually got tired of his on-and-off behavior?

So you left. 

You started a new life on the small planet of Adion. You worked a job you actually liked, made new relationships, and never stressed too much about things that didn’t matter. It was the turning of a new leaf.

But with joy come sorrow and suffering.

A loud banging at your door echoed throughout your house. You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to fall back asleep, but the noise breaks the peaceful sleep you’re so desperately clinging to. 

You sat up, rubbing your eyes before taking a look at the clock for a few moments, it’s two in the morning. You had no idea what was going on but you had a familiar sense of deja vu that you couldn’t shake. 

"Damn it… Who the hell is that?" You mumbled to yourself before getting out of bed to walk to the front door. But once you saw who was at your door, every hint of fatigue fled your body as your blood ran cold. 

It was Blade.

You slightly faltered as your mind ran a hundred miles per hour trying to think of how he found you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a step back, not wanting to be in his vicinity.

Wordlessly, Blade reached out and stopped you. In the past, you would’ve said that Blade was one of the hardest men to read but as of right now, you could tell every thought that ran through his head.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you haven’t seen each other for a few months. The slight tug on his eyebrows that showed frustration, the dark circles under his eyes told you that he hadn’t slept for a while, and lastly the desperation and relief hidden in his eyes.

“Why?” was the only thing he croaked out.

You immediately understood what he was asking and a flash of irritation crossed your face. “Are you serious? Why? Why did I leave?” You asked, finishing his question. When you saw him nod, you scoffed.

You pulled your hand away from his but it chased after your warmth instinctively. “Why wouldn’t I leave? What have you done for me to make me want to stay?” You spat out harshly.

Blade flinched and gritted his teeth. He reached out to grab your hand again, this time intertwining his fingers with yours. “Maybe not in this lifetime but do you think we’re soulmates in every other universe?” He mumbled out, clearly in a vulnerable state.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not anymore. You cared way too much in the past, it was time to move on from this chapter in your life. Time to move on from Blade. “Do you leave me in every universe?” Your tone was bitter.

Even more so than him. Only then did Blade truly realize just how much power you had over him. You could make him the happiest he had ever been, more than he thought he could be but you could also drag him into the deepest depths of pain and agony.

Aventurine ── Aventurine. What a man.

At times you couldn’t believe he was yours. Waking up next to him and seeing his smile made you fall in love with him all over again. But you should’ve suspected something was up with a man so perfect and flawless.

You should have anticipated this turn of events. The plot twist was so overused that the only appropriate response you could get out was laughter. Lovers betraying each other—how cliché. 

How could someone be so blind just because of love? You couldn't fathom it. You hated this trope and Aventurine knew that. Maybe that’s why he was smiling ever so slyly when he revealed his true intentions. 

After telling you the truth, Aventurine left your home cold and empty, taking any semblance of warmth with him. Years passed and you were forced to move on. Did you still love him deep down? Of course, but time moved forward whether you were ready or not.

Aventurine was born lucky. Being blessed by Gaiathra Triclops from birth, Aventurine grew up always having luck at his side. A fact that he hated but one that he relied on often. 

That’s why he thought no matter what, he’d always win. But Aventurine hadn’t known that his ‘luck’ only really constituted physical ideas and plans, not emotions. Especially his or yours, not after everything he did to you.

Aventurine felt a void in his chest like something was missing. You, Obviously but he would never admit that. As “carefree” Aventurine is, he still has his pride. He used you even if it was for work, catching feelings wasn’t an option.

But it never hurt to see how you were doing, right?

That’s the excuse Aventurine used as he sat in your hotel room. He never would’ve thought you’d be here in Penacony but it worked out in his favor. (Everything always did.)

Aventurine hears the door creak open and footsteps but they stop as soon as you laid eyes on him. Your eyes widened, you could recognize that tuff of blond hair just about anywhere in the universe.

Your breathing gets a bit heavier as your hands curl into fists. Aventurine doesn’t need to turn around to see you’re upset but he does anyway. He wants to see your beautiful face after all. 

God, you were extraordinary. Even after years of being apart, you still looked the same. If anything, you grew to be more attractive. Your soft skin, your plump lips, and your luscious hair that shined even under artificial lighting.

“Hey. It’s been a while, huh?” He asked, hiding his true feelings and masking them with a facade of confidence and nonchalance. “Never expected you to come to Penacony of all places.”

Your heart ached when Aventurine spoke to you with an air of familiarity. You hated how he acted like nothing happened between the you two. You ignored his words, cutting straight to the point. “What are you doing here.” You asked but it was more of a demand.

Aventurine raised his hands in mock surrender. “What’s with the hostility? I just came here to say hi and catch up.”

“Get out.” Your tone was bitter.

“Come on-” You cut him off,

“No. Get out of my room. Or wait, should I beg you to stay like last time so you’ll definitely leave?” You mocked, in slight disbelief of Aventurine’s audacity.

Aventurine ever so slightly faltered at your tone and words. “Okay, ouch.” He joked but deep down your actions hurt. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.” But when Aventurine saw the glare in your eyes, he decided to drop the facade.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he did when he was feeling guilty or bad. “Do you remember our first anniversary? When we were having that picnic under that giant weeping willow?” He reminisced with a strained smile.

“You asked back then if we’d be soulmates in every universe and I said yes, knowing that I’d have to betray you. I feel like it’s my turn.” Aventurine paused and took a deep breath. “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?”

You didn’t hesitate in cutting down any and all expectations, Aventurine held. “Why would you think that when you ruined it for us in this one?” You counted with a question of your own.

Aventurine froze before smiling, trying to mask the pain in his expression. “I have to admit I wasn’t expecting you to say something so cruel but I understand,” Aventurine said with a smile, trying to act playful and nonchalant. 

He then left your room without any more complaints. The truth of the situation didn't hit him until he saw you at the bar, laughing and drinking with another man. Maybe my luck has finally run out. He thought, trying to shove back any emotions from leaking out.

Aventurine had never truly wanted anything in his life. He couldn't afford the luxury of wanting something. He never asked for all the wealth he amassed or the luck he was born with. Hell, he didn’t even really want freedom. After being chained down for so long, Aventurine wouldn't know what to do if he was free.

But you were different.

He wanted you. But he couldn’t. 

And that was what pissed him off the most.

Veritas ── Dating Veritas was not for the weakhearted. Due to his extreme talent and unparalleled intelligence, he holds himself in high regard. He comes off as candid, self-centered, and condescending. 

Even mocking or narcissistic at times. But you knew him better. Veritas was just a bit too blunt but he was sensible and levelheaded. He wasn’t a bad person. In fact, it’s the opposite. 

He firmly believes that intellect isn’t confined to geniuses and seeks to distribute knowledge to the entire universe, all to “cure” ignorance. He wants to help people but is just a bit odd or “mean” while doing it. 

He does have a bit of an eccentric temperament but he meant well. That’s what you always told yourself but that excuse was starting to grow old. You were trying to be considered an understanding of where he was coming from, you always have been.

But you can only take so much. A person can only get knocked down so many times before they decide it's better to just stay on the floor. And it seemed you were reaching that breaking point with Veritas.

He would always point out your mistakes, nitpick something irrelevant, or just for the sake of it. You started to wonder if he even loved you. Never once did he really show affection toward you.

At first you tried to acknowledge that he might not feel comfortable with that but after years of being together, if he still wasn't comfortable enough with you to show basic affection… You couldn't help but wonder, what the hell have you been doing for the past four years of your life?

One day you had enough. 

Your words rang clearly throughout his study, "Veritas, I think we should stop seeing each other." You said vaguely but the message was clear. 

Veritas froze upon hearing your words, not expecting you to say such a thing. "Why?" he asked simply, the coldness now turning into a sharp tone. The suddenness of this topic left him confused, a part of him wanting to lash out at you, but he refrained.

"I just don't think we're compatible as a couple."

Veritas scoffed as soon as you finished speaking, feeling slightly annoyed at that word. Was 'compatibility' the thing that doomed their relationship? "So you have realised we are not compatible after so many years of being together?" His tone now sharp with the hints of slight aggression.

You didn’t flinch at his cold tone. "You don't have to get so defensive, I'm not blaming you." You said with a gentle expression, which was odd for you. You've always been more hot-headed and impulsive so seeing you like this was weird to Veritas.

"It's just that I want to be loved in a more open way and you can't provide that for me which is okay. That's just not you, and I don't want you to change yourself for me. I'm sure you're more suited with someone who's like yourself. I'm just not the person."

Veritas could tell by your calm explanation, that you’ve been thinking about this for quite some time and that fact stabbed his heart in a way he’d never felt before. "I tried my best to love you as much as I possibly can, but apparently that was not enough for you..."

"Just because you love me doesn't mean I feel loved." You countered and Veritas froze. "Let's think about it this way. Let's say you're trying to teach somebody something. It's easy for you so you have high expectations for the person you’re teaching. But that person just doesn't get it. They're trying their best but they're not understanding. You would feel upset or annoyed, right? Because their best isn't good enough for you." You tried to explain in a way he would understand.

“The fault wouldn't be placed on the person who's trying their best, it would be placed on the one who had unrealistic expectations.” You finished with a strained smile. You loved Veritas, with all your heart but you couldn’t go on like this.

Veritas had to stifle the urge to argue for a moment. He hated how accurate your example was, but he also understood your point. “Do you believe in fate? Destiny and or soulmates, things like that?“ He asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

You paused, raising an eyebrow at him. Veritas was an intelligent man when it came to logic and reasoning. Things like destiny and fate weren't “logical” in the slightest. “I suppose.” You answered carefully.

“Do you think we’re soulmates in every other universe?” You blinked at Veritas’ question. Never in a million years would you have thought that he would ask you something like that. You sighed and decided to give him a taste of his own blunt medicine.

“Do you treat me like shit in every universe?” Veritas felt his heart shatter at your response. He didn’t know you felt like that. He didn’t know that he was treating you so badly to the point where’d you had to resort to this.

He regretted asking. This would perhaps be the only time he wished to remain ignorant, despite his life goal of getting rid of it. 

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as an apology for my absence, here is some stray brainrot. stellaronhvnters may recognize. dental hygiene hcs ft. my favs from hsr (the creatures)

topaz

electric toothbrush haver. defends her choice fervently but honestly she just bought the most expensive option and it's yet to break

whitens her teeth on occasion with one of those scary glowing mechanisms. one time she whitens them in the dark and you think there's a fucking fragmentum monster in your house and you scream

struggles to string floss in between her teeth so for herself she uses floss picks

jing yuan

languid brusher. good god he really takes his time to wash all of the toothpaste out and stuff

because he's sleepy sometimes he accidentally swallows mouthwash

gargles obnoxiously loud

makes brushing teeth a group activity with you because he likes the domesticity of it. though he can be distracting

qingque

aggressive brusher. her toothbrush bristles are so frayed it looks like she scrubbed a bunch of spikes with them. when she replaces it every few weeks or months it doesn't take long for it to revert to the same state

had braces for a stint when she was growing up and has never been the same since. i know this trust. the food restrictions were torture for her so she didn't even follow them

snores LOUD and open-mouth at night so brushing is a requirement

aventurine

has a fancy waterflosser but a standard toothbrush

not aggressive but not languid??? my average king in that regard. good for him

cannot handle toothpastes that are too minty. even if it's embarrassing my princess will find an alternative

FIRST THING IN THE MORNING BRUSHER!!!!! especially before he gets dressed too because he'd rather stain his silk pajamas than his normal get-up

✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙩2 ✿

characters: penacony men x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, slight angst, poor attempt at comedy, slight spoilers for some character story and 2.2 penacony quest, injury and blood mention

notes: another popular demand! this time with more cat bois!!! part 1 can be found here! tho this can be read as its own part too. genshin boys ver is here!

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

you just can’t keep yourself away from taking in random strays that are an absolute shit to you huh, [name]?

his breed? orange. that’s it, that’s the breed, what more do you want me to say? jk but he’s still orange. american shorthair orange me thinks. friendly, adaptable, easygoing, playful, good with children and other pets — a perfect american shorthair orange

you first found the poor thing at the streets, hiding under a vehicle, too scared to come out or any approaching humans. sweet cat had a broken limb, holding the dangling paw to his chest as he pathetically meowed

thankfully, you managed to scoop the orange cat up into your arms, wrapped up in your coat before rushing him to the nearest vet

since then, nyanturine has made his progress to be your next addition to an ever growing collection of cats

a strangely crow like cat. nyanturine likes shiny, expensive things. shiny rocks? his. shiny clothes? his. material that glitters? his. expensive earrings and diamonds? his. expensive jewelries? his. everything shiny and expensive that the orange cat lays his eyes upon is his now. pretty please, [name] buy him that earring for him to play with?

out of every cats at home — you sure your home isn’t a daycare for cats? — nyanturine gets along the most with dr.nyatio and occasionally with nyelt. the orange and brown cats can be found chatting away, peacefully settled on the windowsill

not so surprisingly, nyanturine is chatty as every orange cats are, except he needs to get used to the human first before turning into a yapper. with you, it only took a week spent in your arms for nyanturine to get used to your presence

just sit him beside you on the table behind his own mini computer with one of his favorite shiny earrings laid before him while you do your work on your own computer and nyanturine will be chatting your ear off in a storm. though, his yapping sometimes tends to irritate the other cats. dr.nyatio being one of them as you watched the bigger cat jump into the table before smacking nyanturine over the head with his paw

you were pretty sure you witnessed an attempted homicide between cats that day…

surprisingly, nyanturine also likes games! card games, poker, monopoly, uno. don’t ask how but somehow you once got bested by your damn cat when nyanturine placed down +10 on you at uno. you nearly ended up behind bars if it weren’t for meow yuan’s big floofy body holding you down—

he will push all of the tokens in front of him towards the table with a meow. sometimes, you swear you can hear “all in!” in his meows but maybe that’s the ghosts in your home talking

out of every cats you housed and still do till this day, nyanturine has the most unique eyes. cyan blue on the inside fading out into a pinkish hue. when asking about it from the vets, all they could do was shrug and say it could perhaps be a very unique ocular albinism or dna mutation. either way, your cats are a fucking model

nyanturine loves the mini fedora hat you made for him as a joke. wears it nearly everyday, every time, anywhere unless he accidentally knocks it over when zooming around the house

a solid kitty if you can get behind the creepy gloving of his eyes in the dark and his tendency to win against you in every poker games

art credit goes to nasuka_gee on twt!

you first found dr.nyatio by… huh? whatchu mean you didn’t found him? you’re telling me he just waltzed his ass inside your home one day through the window and has been making himself one of the many feline bosses of the house just like that? you sure dr.nyatio isn’t anyone else’s cat? [name]? [name], answer me…

well… whatever floats your boat i guess…

the most sassiest out of all of the fucking cats and that is saying something because you literally have nyan heng and meow yuan

a bengal, me thinks. snow lynx type of marbled tan and brown bengal. a smart piece of shit and he knows it, always yapping your ears off about a certain topic. more specifically, anything to do with algorithm, geometry etc etc

but compared to nyanturine and meowhill, dr.nyatio only ever yaps about those topics and those topics only. oddly enough, he kind of reminds you of one of those annoying lecturers at your old university…

very very curious cat. what’s up there? why are you late? what did you bring? what’s inside your bag? why do you smell so different?

pause.

why do you smell so different, [name]? where have you been? who have you been with? why are you later than usual, [name]? [name] answer him. answer dr.nyatio right now before he loses his shit—

oddly likes bathing time compared to the other cats. though, dr.nyatio is a diva when it cones to taking his baths. the water must be lukewarm, not too full so when he sits in the bathtub, the water will be around his low chest area. the bath must have bubbles and those cute yellow ducks floating around or he will not step inside the bathroom

do you think of him as a low class cat? how dare you, [name]

yeah… safe to say that dr.nyatio spends more money on shampoo, hair treatment than you do

gets along with every cats actually. other than nyanturine. the two tend to scuffle sometimes. and sometimes, you can find dr.nyatio just yapping away to the other cats while he points at… an encyclopedia? since when and where did he drag that out from?

dr.nyatio has an odd hyper fixation and obsession with ancient greek things. anything related to them and the cat is not leaving the site or the front of the screen, patiently watching and listening to the documentary about ancient greek and its architectures and impact in the field of mathematics

once, you decided to bring him along to your local clay making club for shits and giggles, making a mini ionic order pillars and he fucking loved it. loves to sit in the middle of the curved placed pillars and have his pictures taken like a model

dr.nyatio also loves the cute cat helmet like thing you made for him from plastic diy materials. it works as something akin to a mask for him and the bengal loves wearing it whenever you have to step outside with him

once, one of your friends who came over at your home asked you why you named dr.nyatio that way

“is he a doctor or something? what field is his research then?” they asked, unknowingly opening a jar of worms upon themselves. you simply opened up dr.nyatio’s favorite encyclopedia in front of your friend as the bengal cat takes his place, starting to yap up a storm as the cat points to random parts of the book

after a good hour or two, your friend turned to you for help, quietly coming to regret their decision. dr.nyatio didn’t take that kindly, smacking your friend’s face back to focus on him with his soft paw before continuing

yep. doctor veritas nyatio, everyone

“meaw! [name], mrrp ammmeow mrrep mrrya! you will refer to me as doctor and doctor alone!”

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

a very demanding grey korat breed of cat, mr.meowday is

he isn’t much talkative nor is he much affectionate. but what meowday is, demanding and loves control. you once asked your local vet for advice after months of the grey korat telling you exactly how to make his food, which kibbles to buy etc etc and the vet simply reassured you with a “korat breed of cats tend to be a bit demanding and intelligent. they love to be in charge so don’t worry” and a pat on the back

yeah… you have yourself another demanding cat that loves to make you his human slave alongside dr.nyatio. don’t you think you have enough cats reigning over you in your own home now, [name]?

you adopted the poor thing from a shelter near your workplace when you heard the poor thing constantly crying out. when asking the shelter workers, they said that the cat tends to do that at random hours of the day, just calling out for attention from someone or a certain something

taking pity on the poor lonely korat sitting in the corner of his cage with his back to the world, you decided to adopt him, making yet another dumb decision

really loves sundays for that is one of the days that you have time to spend the whole day at home with the cats. and you also love to dub the last day of the week as ‘lazy day’ and therefore, you decided to name him after it. meowday, he was since then

still, even after months of living with you and the other cats, meowday still sits on the window sling, meowing out for someone or something as he wistfully stares out the window. poor cat… you’re still having some problem trying to understand what was the problem and why meowday would do that so you can at least comfort the poor thing

one day while you were showing your co-workers who loves cats as well of your cats and landed on meowday. seeing the grey, elegant korat, your co-worker asked over and over if that really was your cat

you nodded with a furrowed brows, finding it odd that your co-worker would ask such questions. until they whipped out their phone, scrolling through their gallery before showing you… an eerily similar korat

same shade of eyes, same pose, same elegant manner — you would nearly mistake it for your own cat if it weren’t for the slight shade of white grey of your co-worker’s cat fur

a korat as well. from the same animal shelter you adopted meowday too!

after careful consideration and a lot of talk, you two decided to let the two felines meet on the weekends to see if they are perhaps lost siblings, parents or anything along the lines

finally, the day arrives and your co-worker comes over. a carrying bag slung over their shoulder as they step inside. meowday could barely care for your human companion coming over, it happens all the time and he had grown used to the presence of visitors unlike some of the other cats

until he hears a soft meow that sounded eerily similar to his sister. whipping his head around, meowday nearly broke his paws due to his sudden rough landing from the window sling, practically zooming over before tackling the smaller korat to the floor

sad yet happy meows coming from meowday, grooming the other cats’ face with loud constant meows. you were pretty sure that your co-worker’s cat was meowday’s sibling now

ever since then, the grey korat constantly scratches at your feet, doing his utmost best to silently ask you to let him see his sister again, nearly everyday. please just allow him to see his sister, he had dearly missed her. please, he will be a good kitty! the best kitty in the house!

meowday could barely go a day without glooming if he doesn’t see his sister, and so you and your co-worker arranged a weekly meetings and a video call everyday to allow the siblings to meow to each other through the screen

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

is it a mini panther? is it a dog? no! it’s just your one of the most chillest cats, gallagnya

he’s a havana brown like nyelt— wait a minute, what do you mean he wasn’t a havan brown like nyelt? you sure you got it correctly? the fur sample? huh…?

“gallagnya is actually a bombay cat. brown bombay” you can hear the vet on the phone, your face immediately going pale at the news of what breed gallagnya truly has been all this time as the said cat stares at you with a “mhm. that’s right” face from the kitchen counter

why? what was the reason you were suddenly going pale you ask? you were so sure that gallagnya was another havana brown like nyelt and has been feeding him nyelt’s kibbles for havana brown. in simpler terms, you’ve been feeding gallagnya the wrong kibbles

very wrong kibbles

but don’t worry, gallagnya is a chill cat and he immediately forgave you with a lick to your forehead the next day you came home crying with a bunch of treats and the correct kibbles for the shaggy, brown cat

gallagnya isn’t exactly a mean cat but he enjoyed the look of jealousy and anger on the other cats’ face as you pampered him day in and out for giving him the wrong kibbles. the bombay cat secretly hoped that you spent a little bit longer without knowing his exact breed so you could pamper him more. eh, oh well

the main reason your vet had a hard time finding out exactly what breed he was is because bombay cats aren’t the most easiest to spot or find out. it’s a bit hard to detect them and their breed since they are a human bred cat breed

but at least you have another big cat! third biggest cat after lion like meow yuan and cheetah like nyepard. safe to say you feel safe as hell whenever you go out for a quick walk with your three big cats

another funny thing about the story between you and gallagnya is that… you genuinely don’t know where the fuck the large cat came from. did he follow you home? did he slip in through the open window one day and made himself home? who knows. not you

at least gallagnya is chill. and nice. gets along well with basically every cat except for mr.meowday— “WOOF!”

“eh, it’s probably just the neighbor’s dog going out for a walk in the hallways of the apartment—“

“WOOF!” before you could finish your little excuse for the barking you just heard, you feel the heavy big body of gallagnya pounce on top of you on the bed, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs

… great. not only do you have hundreds of cats inside your home, three of them being nearly as big as predator wildlife animals, you have to worry about the third biggest cat being a barker rather than a meower

when and where the fuck did gallagnya even learned to bark rather than meow anyways? eh, that’s a question for you to find out next morning. right now, you were too damn tired and your bed was a siren that you willingly gave yourself to

you did not found out the answer to that question the next morning. even the vets were weirded out by it since, although bombay cats are indeed seen as dog-like with their playful and friendly nature, they never cane across one that literally barked like a dog

well… at least you can scare people away with gallagnya’s barks…?

art credit goes to Hanres4 on twt!

the siamese mom in me wants to say that meowhill would be a siamese, but the logical brain in me is shouting TUXEDO CAT

and yes, meowhill is indeed a tuxedo cat. one that just won’t shut up and leave you alone

going to the bathroom? let him come along and get real political while lying on the bathroom rugs while you take a shit

leaving for the convenience store? just let him stay on your shoulder while he yaps your ears off about which seasoning to pick— no, screwubaBOO THE KOREAN SOY SAUCE TASTES BETTER ON BARBECUE!

staying home and trying to type up your work on the computer? you have a free proofreader for you who wouldn’t hesitate to meow your ears off and point at some of the things you wrote. he will even sit on your keyboard

due to his yapper nature, meowhill tends to irritate some of the cats. especially those who love their peace and quiet and staying silent

which is a huge surprise whenever you find the mischievous tuxedo cat constantly beside nyan heng, the poor black manx looking dreadful as he allows meowhill to yap his ears off. you did not wanted to get entangled nor did you go over and wanted to hear what meowhill was yapping about

meowhill also gets along with nyagenti! the two cats seem to share a past together as when you first brought meowhill home, the tuxedo cat went straight first to the elegant norweigan forest cat

ah right, speaking of bringing meowhill in…

you found the poor thing with a rotted paws and bad burn wounds. poor little thing was burnt so badly it was hard to tell the color of his fur and he kept yowling in pain when you wrapped your coat around him to rush him to the nearest vet

sadly, his front two legs were badly broken and injured and had no way of recovering. and so, the vets had no other choice but to put him under anesthetic to cut off his front two legs and replace them with prosthetics

due to the nature of his injuries, meowhill required a lot of your and the other cats’ attention. recovering from losing both of his front legs and the nasty burn wounds is a long journey and meowhill needed the support from his new human friend and fellow felines

after a long and sometimes painful 2 months, meowhill had made a full recovery! the tuxedo cat’s fur grew back and he had gotten used to walking and sprinting on his prosthetic legs. you never realized how much of an energetic cat he was until you broke the news that he made a full recovery

though, like meowday, meowhill has a slight problem of constantly sitting on the window sling and meowing out the window. why? you didn’t know

is very protective of little nyanqing. you can find the tuxedo constantly nagging meow yuan and stealing meow yuan’s little cub away from him. holding the tiny munchkin by his scruff and taking him away to dote on the little cream cat somewhere in the house

it wasn’t until you took the tuxedo cat out for a shopping in the pet essentials store as a congratulations for making full recovery and the tuxedo immediately latched onto a tiny, white kitten plush did you connect the dots

poor thing had a kitten before…

you bought the white kitten plush for him of course. you don’t have the heart to wrench it away from him

making a trip back to where you originally found meowhill, you couldn’t find anything much other than an old, burnt, red scarf. you made an exact same replica of the mini scarf in secret and gave it to meowhill for his birthday gift, wrapping the soft silk around his neck snuggly before wrapping the same scarf around the plushie

ever since then, meowhill has been deathly clingy with you and the plushie. there isn’t a single day or night where you won’t see meowhill without the white plushie, grooming it, cuddling with it and taking it with him by the scruff of the kitten plushie

art credit goes to helen_zzhao on ig!

an elegant norweigan forest cat! is his fur, brown? burgundy? red? no one knows!

nyagenti is such a beautiful cat that he competes with meow yuan in their beauty level whenever you take them out on a walk. everyone wants to pet the elegant kitties and it doesn’t help that meow yuan and nyagenti are both such gentle kitties

gets along with every cats! anyone! your friends that came over for a game night, the sitters when you need to be away for a few days of business trip, the neighbors — everyone! nyagenti has no enemies

out of everyone, nyagenti gets along best with nyelt, nyan heng and meowhill. meowhill and nyagenti used to share a past it seemed as the two cats hit it off right away while the norweigan forest cat got used to the presence of nyan heng and nyelt very quickly

tends to yap sometimes — more like pray to someone or something — but isn’t as bad as meowhill or nyaturine

doesn’t really mind bath times but he prefers grooming more than bath times. he has a beautiful long fur and they’re very dense and thick so it takes the whole day for him to finally become dry so, please let’s just settle on grooming? he can bring over the brushes for you!

a very big gift giver! shiny jewels, pretty leaves that just fell, nice shaped rocks, cockroaches— nope. nuh-uh. you are NOT getting cockroaches as a gift even though the thought is swee— OH MY GOD HE DROPPED THE COCKROACH ON YOUR BED!!!1!1!

yeah… your friend looks at you as if you’ve finally lost your mind when they came over one day and saw hundreds of rat poisons, bug and insect killing sprays just racked on your shelf like you’re gonna sell them. in return you simply deadpanned back and pointed at nyagenti who already had another cockroach in his mouth

how did you ended up having nyagenti? who knows. at this point you gave up on trying to keep track of how, when, where you got your cats from. he probably just made himself known in your house one day and you simply accepted the sign from cat distribution system no.195826592649

such a gentlemanly cat. you joke that he can kiss the back of your hand to the guests and guess what? one day, nyagenti actually did do that. the look on the guest’s face will forever live rent free in your mind

really likes red roses for some reason. thankfully, roses aren’t toxic to cats unlike some other flowers such as lily, daffodil, hyacinths but nyagenti’s love for red roses nearly borderlines on obsession in a sense

when asking the vet if there could be any reason or explanation for this, they simply patted your back, told you that you had a tendency to attract weird cats and shooed you out. not fully, but they lowkey did that and said “roses have a nice scent that tends to attract cats or dogs. they might end up taking a bite from the flower but it isn’t poisonous or toxic, so no need to worry”

still, you’re getting tired of constantly living with red rose petals thrown everywhere in your house. so much so you have gotten used to it and just decided to leave it be. if your friend comes over and sees the rose petals as something romantical, you simply shove nyagenti into their faces

unlike the other cats, nyagenti isn’t the most clingy or affectionate cat. though, that isn’t to say he is cold and distant, he does love you! but he just shows it in small ways and in quiet manners

bringing over his brush for you to help him groom his beautiful thick fur, waking you up gently in the morning with soft meows and gentle licks, even knowing to turn on the AC on a warm temperature after your shower because you always come out shivering

and he is definitely the one who leaves the fresh red roses on your bedside nightstand every morning you wake up

can i request an aventurine x stoneheart!reader whose cornerstone is citrine? lets say the both of them are close friends and one day in a meeting with the ipc one of the workers try to persuade you (citrine), to go to a date… aventurine sees this and gets jealous … then i’ll leave this to your imagination, i wanna see how creative you are!!! love your writings btw ❤️❤️

ᴘᴇʀꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ

synopsis - You and Aventurine are close friends and have been working together for a long while from the ground up. Though Aventurine had refused to believe that he had developed feelings for you, he eventually accepted them within time but never took the first step. Your friendship was something that he could not gamble with after all. But when a persistent subordinate makes his attempt at courting you, he can't help but feel that ugly twist of jealousy in his stomach. He had to get to you first.

pairings - aventurine x stoneheart! reader

content - pining, drunk! aventurine, drunken confessions, jealous! aventurine, citrine! reader, reader is done with the subordinates shit

warnings - alcohol, a couple cuss words, mentions of vomiting

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

“You know… A girl like you and a guy like me would make a great pair, don’t you think?” 

Your eye twitched in irritation, the polite smile you tried so hard to keep on your face faltering with each sentence this guy was spouting. The guy in question? Just a random subordinate who was flying a little too close to the sun. 

Diamond had requested a meeting amongst the Ten Stonehearts, so you were only making your wave over to the meeting room before being stopped by someone calling out your name. Thus putting you in the position you were currently in. 

“Er… I- sorry, I have urgent matters to attend to. If you could excuse me…” You tried stepping around the man but he reached out towards your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Hey hey, what could be so important that you’d have to skip out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” The man smugly smirked, a shiver of disgust running down your spine.

“You must not be aware of who I am.” You yanked your wrist back from his hold. “If you’d like to maintain your position here, I’d suggest you scram and get back to work.” You dropped the polite attitude, not tolerating his persistent behavior in trying to score a date with you. You didn’t have time for this nonsense.

“Huh?? B–” Before he could utter another word, you had already resumed walking in the direction of the meeting room. Thankfully, the man made no attempt at following you so you allowed yourself to relax a bit, shoulders falling. 

“You handled that pretty well, Citrine.” A smooth voice spoke, your head turning to face the source.

“Ah Aventurine, you saw all that?” You sighed, combing a hand through your hair. 

“Mmm, hard to miss when it’s happening out in the open. In the middle of the hallway, no less.” He chuckled, matching your pace as the two of you walked towards the meeting. “You should’ve seen the guy's face, he was absolutely dumbfounded.” You laughed at that, imagining the weirdo’s expression. 

“Good, he needed a reality check.”

You both laughed.

It wasn’t long before the both of you reached the designated meeting area, confirming your identities before stepping inside. Most of the Stonehearts were already in their seats, waiting on those who were making their way over. Immediately, you saw Topaz talking with Jade, seemingly discussing business matters as they both held serious expressions. You and Aventurine had started walking towards them, both of them noticing your presence and giving you a small greeting.

“Citrine! How have you been? I haven’t seen you around lately.” Topaz smiled, concluding the conversation she was having with Jade. 

“Mm, could be better. The last assignment I received was a lot harder than expected,” You answered, taking a seat next to her. “What about you? I heard about what happened on Jarilo-VI.”

At the mention of her previous assignment, she grimaced with a frown replacing her smile. “Ah… We don’t talk about that… Other than my demotion, I’ve been doing fine. There was a new game that came out recently so I’ve been playing it since.” You hummed, crossing your arms over the table. 

“Aetherium Wars? I keep hearing all my subordinates talking about it.” Aventurine spoke, mimicking your actions. “Speaking of subordinates, I’m sure Citrine has an interesting story to tell you both.” He poked your shoulder with his finger, a sly smile on his face. 

Rolling your eyes, you recounted the earlier event to Jade and Topaz, the four of you gossiping about that specific worker. 

“Oh, him? I’ve been hearing a lot about him from some of my female subordinates.” Jade rested her head on the palm of her hand. “Apparently he’s been trying to coax women into sleeping with him. Management isn’t able to do anything about him as these are only rumors.” She sighed disappointedly, “It’s best you avoid him, Citrine and Topaz.”

You made a mental note of Jade’s words, Diamond’s authoritative tone garnering everyone’s attention. You sincerely hoped that you wouldn’t run into him again. 

-----

Walking out of the meeting room, you stretched your arms above your head with a groan. It took forever for it to conclude, but when it did, you were excited to go back home and rest. The meeting had gone over the previous assignments each Stoneheart worked on, recounting specific details from reports and such. However, what stood out to you was the dinner that Diamond invited everyone to take part in, acting as some sort of team bonding experience. 

“Excited for the dinner party tomorrow, Citrine?” Aventurine hummed, the two of you walking down the hallway to head back home. 

“Kinda, I’m excited for the food.” You weren’t really much of a drinker, always the token sober friend at parties who made sure everyone was safe and having a good time. “You think you’re gonna get drunk?”

Aventurine laughed. “We’ll see how I’m feeling about drinks tomorrow night. If anything, you’ll take care of me, right?” He batted his eyelashes at you with an innocent look in his eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully punched his shoulder. “We’ll see. I might just leave you out on the streets if you’re not careful with your words.” Aventurine pouted at you, sighing dramatically.

“And here I thought we were best friends. You wound me, Citrine.” 

“Oh shut it, Aven.”

-----

The next day, you went about your normal routine. Reluctantly leaving the comfort of your sheets to work on copious amounts of paperwork in your office, spending your lunch break with your fellow Stonehearts Aventurine and Topaz, continuing where you left off, and then clocking out for the day. If it weren’t for Aventurine reminding you of the dinner party that would be happening later, you would’ve forgotten and gone straight to bed. So instead of changing into your pajamas, you dressed appropriately for the occasion, making sure you had everything on you before driving off to the meeting point. 

After parking your vehicle and making sure that it was locked, you walked up to the front of the restaurant, seeing your coworkers already gathered near the doors. Aventurine paused his conversation with Topaz, waving you over with a smile. 

“Citrine! You actually showed up.” Topaz grinned. “I thought you would’ve been too tired to come.” 

“Well, someone needs to keep everyone in check, especially this one.” You teased, rustling Aventurine’s blond hair. He swatted your hands away, huffing in annoyance as he tried fixing up his hair.

“Excuse me, I think I’d be just fine without your supervision.” Fixing his bangs, he shot you a playful glare. “You on the other hand… You probably couldn’t hold your liquor even if you tried.”

“Even if I couldn’t, at least I don’t continue to participate in drinking competitions only to end up throwing up all over myself.” You recalled the last time Aventurine drank too much he could hold. The poor guy had ended up puking all over his clothes and the smell could never be washed out. 

“Wha– Shut up about that will you!” Aventurine elbowed you, eyes darting around the area to make sure no one heard that part of the conversation. Topaz laughed at the memory.

“Goodness, the smell was horrendous! You should’ve seen everyone’s faces as we passed them while escorting you back home.” Topaz snickered, covering her mouth with one hand. “I don’t think we’ll ever be able to forget that memory.”

“Shut up! Both of you!” 

-----

When everyone was accounted for, Diamond led you all inside, a worker of the restaurant holding the door open.

The interior of the restaurant gave off a sense of warmth, remaining both homey and lavish. The mahogany wooden counters went well with the beige walls, plants dotting every nook and cranny which gave the place a kind of liveliness. Placing your bag around the chair, you pulled out a seat and sat down, the cushion providing you with comfort. Aventurine and Topaz sat by your sides, eyes taking in the decorations and layout. 

Grabbing a copy of the menu, Aventurine scanned through the various meals and desserts they had to offer, flipping to the alcohol section with a grin. “Citrine, you’ll take care of me in case anything happens..right?” He turned his head towards you, his grin growing wider at your deadpan expression. 

“Duh–” “I knew I could rely on you!” 

Aventurine wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his free hand clutching at his heart. What a drama queen, you thought, letting him side-hug you. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, a rich but light aroma that held a hint of vanilla. Realizing how close he was to you, you felt your cheeks heat up, nudging him away as you gave him a lopsided smile. 

“Don’t drink more than you can handle, Aven.” “I won’t, I won’t.” 

The dinner, so far, has been going smoothly. The atmosphere was lively and everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time together, sharing drinks and laughs, chatting about the latest trends and events, etc… You were talking with some of your fellow peers before you felt the urge to use the restroom. Excusing yourself from the conversation with a polite smile, you quickly hurried in the direction towards the restroom. 

Aventurine, who had been glancing in your direction every couple of minutes, noticed your retreating form. At first, he was a little concerned due to the slight jog you were doing, but paid you no mind as he resumed listening to a coworker talk about his last assignment. 

Yet..something had caught his eye, a familiar man who was sitting at the bar had gotten up from his seat and went in the same direction as you.

Despite him feeling a little tipsy, he knew his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him just yet. It was that subordinate from earlier. The weirdo who had stopped you and started hitting on you, ignoring your attempts at turning him down. What was he doing here? 

Aventurine’s eyes narrowed, barely listening to his coworker at this point. He would never admit it to your face, but when he first witnessed the man trying to shoot his shot with you, he was ready to drag and throw him out to the curb, wanting to give the man hell for his unwavering persistence. His actions disgusted him, his stomach twisting and turning with deep rage when he placed his dirty hands on you. 

Yet you handled the situation well, remaining both calm and professional, something that was undeserving for a man such as him. And though Aventurine would be sure to teach him some manners, he could not, for the meeting would start soon and he needed to hurry. So giving the man a silent glare, he promised himself to never let you come across that man again. Yet here he was, walking towards the restrooms. 

Aventurine already accepted his feelings for you, yet he was too hesitant to make the first move. How ironic since he’s the one who usually flirts with you and teases you every day. The best he could do was give you a myriad of things, from expensive clothes and jewelry to simple trinkets. He knew what you liked, you were his close friend after all. Despite his yearning for something more, he didn’t want to risk the chance of losing you. It’s something he could never gamble with.

“--turine? Aventurine?” A finger snapped in front of his face, bringing his attention back to his coworker in front of him. “Are you feeling alright?” 

“Oh- uh, yeah! I’m fine, just had a little too much to drink…” Aventurine muttered, eyes darting back towards the restrooms every couple of seconds. “I..need to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.” Downing the rest of his cocktail, he stood up from his seat, the chair sliding back with a creak. 

Nearing where the restrooms were located, Aventurine could hear the familiar sound of your voice and a man’s. 

“Must I remind you that I am not interested?--” 

“Come on! Just give me a chance! I know a lovely spot where we could..get down to business.” Hearing those words made you gag, shoving the man away from you to gain some distance. 

“A chance? How about I give you a chance to get the hell out of here before I do it myself.”

“There’s no need for the feisty attitude! Let me buy you one drink, I’ll make it worth your time–”

“I think you’ve heard loud and clear that they don’t want anything to deal with you.” 

Both you and the man’s head snapped towards the direction in which the voice came from. It was Aventurine, with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted into a disgusted frown. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, magenta-cyan eyes burning holes through the man’s head. If looks could kill, that man would’ve been deader than dead. 

“Tch- who are you?” The man snobbily asked, attempting to stand his ground. Aventurine laughed, walking over towards the both of you. You could feel the anger seeping from his being, permeating the air with a thick tension that anyone could suffocate in. 

He was more than angry, enraged.

“I think the better question is: who do you think you are? Approaching members of the Stonehearts so casually and treating them like an item.” Aventurine towered over the man, the pressure weighing him to his spot. “Learn to respect your superiors, subordinate.” 

You could visibly see the color draining from the man’s face when Aventurine showed his ID as proof, tucking it away into his pocket. 

“You know, you’re quite lucky you’ve made it this far without getting fired.” Aventurine adjusted his coat. “But I’m afraid your luck has come to an end, I’ll be changing that.” Lowering his gaze to be eye-to-eye with the man, he gave him a condescending smile, “You’ll be fired, and that starts tomorrow.” Leaning back into his full height, Aventurine walked past him towards you, grabbing your hand and leading you away from the man who had not yet registered the blond’s words.

“F-fired…?” His voice was drowned out by the chattering of people and workers as the two of you got farther and farther away from him.

“Phew, now that that’s settled with… How about we have some fun?” Aventurine gave you a genuine grin this time, his personality taking a huge turn. Blinking at him, you were still registering everything that had happened. 

“Aventurine…”

“C’mon Citrine, the night won’t last forever!”

You stared at him before sighing, a drink could help after all that had just happened. 

“Fine… But I need to talk to you about something later.” His grin faltered but came back just as fast.

“Sure. Now here, I think this drink is something you’ll definitely enjoy.”

-----

As you promised yourself, you only drank what you could handle so you wouldn’t get flat-out drunk. And as Aventurine didn’t promise, he was flat-out drunk. 

The dinner had ended a couple of minutes ago and you were saying goodbye to the rest of your peers, parting ways while lugging a drunk Aventurine behind you. 

“Ugh Aventurine, how much did you drink?” Your nose wrinkled as you could smell the strong scent of alcohol radiating from him. He definitely needed to take a shower as soon as he got home. But there was a problem, a tiny issue.

He didn’t have anyone but himself at home so there was no way you could leave him alone lest he hurt himself. 

“Heh, one too many…” Aventurine giggled, dragging his foot behind him. You shook your head with a small grin on your face. “Clearly.”

Aventurine had originally hitched a ride with Topaz, so there was no issue about leaving a car behind. She had offered to take him home but you felt that it was your responsibility since you’ve been close friends for a while. So with one final goodbye and hug, she left, leaving you with a drunk gambler in an almost barren parking lot. Nothing could go wrong, right?

Opening the passenger door, you helped Aventurine buckle himself up, moving his legs so they wouldn’t get hit by the door closing. After getting in yourself, you made sure everything was cleared before leaving the parking space and heading to Aventurine’s place. 

Occasionally, you would glance in his direction whenever you were at a stop light, making sure that he was ok before looking back at the road. He seemed to be dozing off here and there, body jolting back awake every time he found himself leaning forward. You found it a little silly but decided not to say anything about it.

At last, you could see his house in the distance. 

Putting your vehicle in park, you carefully helped him out of the passenger’s seat and closed the door with your leg. Walking up the steps to his front door, you could hear the faint sounds of his pets from the other side. There was a ‘mrow’ at the door, soft scratching noises coming from behind it. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You smiled, turning towards Aventurine. “Do you have the keys?”

“Mm coat pocket…” He grunted, leaning on you for support as he fished out his keys. It took a couple of tries but eventually, you were able to unlock the door, pushing it open with your foot. 

Three gray cats greeted you at the front, looking up at the both of you with wide eyes. They happily followed you as you made your way to the living room couch, setting him down so you could take off your shoes. 

“You think you can shower by yourself?” You asked, placing your shoes in a small cubby. Aventurine gave you a small nod, swaying side to side as he walked towards his bedroom. You watched him for just a moment to make sure he didn’t trip, but with the help of his pets, he was able to safely make it to the bedroom and to his personal bathroom. 

With a sigh, you walked towards one of the guest rooms to go find some clothes. You normally left a couple of your clothes in one of his guest rooms since you’d have occasions such as these where he was too drunk to properly care for himself. And the occasional sleepover or game night with Topaz and Ratio. 

Fishing through the dresser, you pulled out some comfortable pajamas and a towel before walking towards the main bathroom. Honestly, you were a little jealous that he had such a big place with a lot of rooms. It made your place feel much smaller.

-----

The steam from the hot bath you just took evaporated in the air when you opened the door, stepping outside with a towel around your neck. You could still hear the water running from Aventurine’s room, assuming that he was savoring the much-needed shower. You knocked on his door loud enough so that he could hear, ear pressed against the door to hear for a response. 

“Aventurine? You okay in there?” 

The shower stopped, curtains shuffling which signaled that he was getting out. “Yes, I’m.. fine.” He softly called out.

“Mm..” Backing away from the door, you left to go make him a glass of water.

Plopping down onto the sofa, you grabbed the remote to the TV and flipped through different movies before settling on one that caught your interest. Soon after, you heard the door to his bedroom open and the sounds of multiple footsteps making their way to the living room. 

“Citrine..?” 

“Here, come take a seat. I got you some water, I figured you were thirsty.” You patted the space next to you, watching as he plopped himself by your side with his pets hopping around the two of you. They had settled at the foot of the couch, seemingly interested in the movie as much as you were.

There was a brief silence between the two of you besides the sounds from the TV and occasional yawn coming from the critters. Glancing at a nearby clock, the time had read 10:37 PM, yet you didn’t feel tired. You turned your gaze back to the TV, continuing to watch whatever movie was playing. You hadn’t bothered to check the title or description. 

Aventurine moved forward to grab the glass of water, drinking quite a bit of it before turning to face you.

“..You wanted to talk about something..?” He drowsily asked. Your eyes flickered to his own before settling back on the movie. 

“I wanted to say thanks for.. what happened today. I really appreciate it.” 

Aventurine smiled softly, “What are friends for.”

You smiled back.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but bit his tongue. Would now be the time to tell you? What would he even say? Whatever he drank at the party certainly made him feel bolder than usual if he was certain of confessing to you. 

“_____…” You perked up at the sound of your name, directing your full attention towards Aventurine. Usually, when he called you by your actual name, he had something troubling him. And by observing his facial expression and body language, you knew something was bothering him.

“Is everything alright?” You turned down the volume of the TV.

“I need to tell you something,” Aventurine murmured, hands reaching to grab yours. He seemed awfully clingy, then again, he always is when he’s drunk. 

“What is it?” You interlock your hands with him, squeezing them comfortingly. “I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I—“ He took a deep breath, “—don’t want to be friends anymore.”

‘Fuckthatcameoutwrong—‘

You stared at him in stunned silence, feeling a piece of you die right then and there. What did he mean by, ‘I don’t want to be friends anymore.’? Is he finally fed up with all your shit after all these years? Did he— 

“I want to be more than just close friends, _____.”

Oh.

Oh.

That makes a lot of sense.

“Huh.” You idiot, is that all you can say? He gave you a flat expression, does he need to repeat himself? Please don’t make him say it again. 

“I—“ “No I just— sorry. I feel the same way about you, I was just in shock.” You interrupted, palms becoming slightly sweaty.  He let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank goodness. I don’t think you realize how long I’ve been holding onto that.”

“Really, when did you start feeling this way?” You were curious as to when this all started because you had liked him a while back too. Maybe if you had mustered up the courage earlier on, you would’ve been together by now.

Aventurine shrugged, “Dunno. One day you just walked in through the doors and after that, I.. felt differently towards you.” 

“But—“ he continued, “The more time I spent around you the more I started picking up on your little habits, what you loved, how you liked things done a certain way… No matter how big or small they were, I just seemed to notice it and I held onto it longer than I thought I would.” He coughed. “That was a mouthful.”

Laughing, you gave him a tight hug, soaking in his warmth. He hugged you back, clinging onto you as if you’d be gone within a blink of an eye. Oh how terrible that would be if this was a dream his hazy mind came up with… 

But you were here, breathing the same air as him and sharing your warmth with him. This was no dream like the ones he had in previous nights. He couldn’t be happier.

-----

Groaning, Aventurine slowly blinked his eyes open. His head pounded and his mouth felt full of cotton, the fuzzy memories from last night slowly seeping into his conscious mind. 

Right..last night. 

Aventurine slowly sat up, being mindful of the warmth next to him as he peered down at your slumbering form. Small puffs of air left you, chest steadily rising and falling before you shuffled in your sleep. He chuckled, moving a strand of your hair away from your face. 

Swinging his legs over to the side of the bed, he decided he would make breakfast for the both of you.

“Ugh…”

…After he took some painkillers.

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

he arrived at the perfect time.

tags : x gn!reader, blood, implied self-harm, hurt-comfort, reassurance

synopsis : after a long and stressful day, you resort to destructive coping mechanisms, and aventurine comforts you through it.

a/n : requested by @cheri-2047 ! i hope it meets your expectations. thank you for the request <3

it's not unusual for you to come home exhausted and overwhelmed after a long day. today was one of those days, and coupled with horrible news from your family, it became too much to bear.

there were, however, a few unusual things.

your partner, AVENTURINE, always comes home several hours later than you do. on any other day, you'd be waiting by the door and as soon as he walks in, you'd welcome him into your arms, supporting his weight with your shoulder as he revels in the comforting scent of you fresh out of the shower.

today, you decided to shut yourself in your room, figuring you'd be finished crying and all freshened up once he comes home. while silently crying in your arms, you heard the main door open. those rhythmic footsteps were recognizable from anywhere. he was early.

today, you were panicking.

you ran to the bathroom, unable to bear any mind to the red droplets from your forearm following your every step. that was a mistake, you thought in retrospect, since aventurine found you out from the trail of blood you left in your wake.

you curse yourself as you bump into the sink, the impact emitting a noise he most certainly heard.

"ouch, you okay love?"

he welcomed himself into the room and sighed, relieved to be back home. it wasn't until he turned to face you that he realized what you had done.

the shock in his gaze was evident, but he was quick to mask it with a sympathetic smile. he rushed over, helped you rinse your cuts despite your protest, and brought you to sit on the bed afterward.

it was silent in the room as he dressed your wounds. he was so gentle, careful, and calm, but you could see the hurt and worry behind his eyes. the guilt began to set in.

"it must have been difficult suffering on your own," he said before you even had the chance to continue wallowing in despair. the way the words rolled off his tongue made your heart sink with their weight, and you couldn't deny that his comforting side caught you by surprise. "that doesn't need to be the case anymore, (name). you have me."

a warm hug from aventurine made the tears spill from your eyes once more, and you mumble countless apologies onto his shoulder as he holds you close. "you're okay, my dear. i've got you."

he was early, but he arrived at the perfect time.

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cold mornings ᯓ 🌫️

featuring.. aventurine. veritas ratio. caelus. dan heng (il).

cold mornings with your favorite characters.

part one.

tags/warnings!! not proof read! pure fluff. established relationship (aventurine, dr. ratio, dan heng (il)). post-penacony (aventurine). you can imagine whether dr. ratio leans up or down on his part. spoilers for character story (dr.ratio). dr. ratio and reader lives in a house together. fwb (not.. those types of benefits) (caelus). post-xianzhou luofu (dan heng il). dan heng hates hates the thought of being "one" with dan feng. gender neutral reader.

authors note!! hiiiii, this was a work in early may which i never actually did hehe.. if you couldn't already tell, english is not my first language so forgive me if it looks messy/unintelligible because most definitely i forgot words and i couldn't even search them up because i didn't know how to explain them..

rating: thirteen ++

Aventurine ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Aventurine laid on the bed, his arm slung around your waist as he breathed in your scent. It was a quiet, cold morning, the shuffling of the bed sheets, the soft sound emitting from the humidifier and soft breathing being the only noises heard throughout the room.

The soft smell of hydrangea and citrus filled the room as Aventurine let out a small groan, he blinked open his eyes, letting out a yawn as he looked down at you, your head resting on his chest, he couldn't help but smile and mess with your hair.

He couldn't help but notice the room was a tad bit chilly, "Oh? Are you cold, Pilea?" "Oh, pray tell, how could you tell?"

He chuckled as he cuddled into you. "Now now, come, I'll warm you up." You couldn't help but smile as you held him close to you, letting a soft sigh leave your lips. You ran a hand through his hair. "Aven.." You could tell he was close to falling asleep. It had been a long month for him, he had just returned from Penacony. He didn't seem to want to talk about anything that happened, and you were just glad he was back in your arms.

Your hand rested on his head, gently running your hand through his hair as you rested your cheek atop his head, his head resting on your chest. "Sleep well, Aven.."

Veritas Ratio ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

You awoke in bed, all alone. Which was the usual in your shared home. After all, Veritas often awoke early, often leaving you alone in bed whilst he was in another room, either reading or researching.

You got out of the bed, grabbing the blanket off the bed and wrapping it around you as your feet met with the cold ground. You moved around before opening the door to his studies and taking a peek inside.

"Veri?" You smiled as you walked inside, finding him buried in his work. Papers worth of years of research surrounding him as his gaze moved to look at you. "Morning, dearest." He greeted you, before his attention moved back to his papers.

He pushed the chair back a little, giving you access to sit on his lap and rest your head on his chest. You noticed his glum expression, you were unsure if he wanted to talk about it. "Veri? Is something.. Wrong?" A silence filled the gap, he let out a grim sigh before a small self-depricating laugh followed.

He simply smiled at you - something rarely seen on the man's expression, yet here it was. He leaned to bury his face into the crook of your neck. "Everything.. Is fine." With pursed lips, you bregudingly accepted that answer, knowing full well he wouldn't say any more than that. But as your eyes made way to his research, you saw it. "--test-firing of the anti-planetary weapon was a success."

Yes.. Perhaps it was better not to push him to answer.

Caelus ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

It was an early morning on the express. You sat on the lush red couch as you watched the conductor sweep the floors. It wasn't shocking that it was practically freezing on the express. Your hands were wrapped around a mug filled with hot tea, blowing on your drink just lightly as you took small sips, careful not to burn your tongue.

You looked over at the door as Caelus comes out, he stretched his arms, you could only chuckle, feeling a bit bad for him as he had just returned from his adventure in the Xianzhou. From what you could tell, from the rambling of March 7th.. You were lucky to not have joined them.

You watched as he sat down next to you, sighing as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Tired?" He only nodded, wrapping his arms around you.

"Want a drink?" You wanted to laugh, he truly was no different than a raccoon, not to say it was bad. It was adorable. "No." His answer was short but quick.

You allowed him to rest his head on your shoulder as you placed the cup down onto the table. This was nice. Mornings like these.. Were always ones you look forward to.

Dan Heng (IL) ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Dan Heng looked at the data bank, looking at what needed more editing and which didn't. He was lost in thought when he continued working, his eyes flicking back and forth to multiple different datas.

When he suddenly thought back to the events prior of returning to the express after their adventure in the Xianzhou. How much he was reminded of him. Dan Feng might be Dan Heng. But Dan Heng will never be him. But, in the same time.. Nothing could ever be his, could it? For Dan Feng haunted him, and probably, always will.

He wasn't fully paying attention to his surroundings when he let out a surprised noise at the sudden tug on his tail.

He turned around, only to find you, your arms wrapped around his tail. "Did I scare you?" You chuckled as he let out a sigh of relief. "[Name].. No. Just surprised." He smiled a bit.

"It's quite cold.. Aren't you usually in bed at this hour?" It was true, whether you choose to sleep-in or too cold to leave the comforts of your bed.

"Yeahhhhhh, but.." You rested your cheek on his tail, your fingers gliding across his scales as red hued his cheeks, a chill running up his spine at the sensation. "I decided to get up a bit earlier.." You smiled. "To see.. You."

Dan Heng looked away, his cheeks hueing red as he covered his face, clearing his throat as he glanced back at you. "I.. See."

You got up and stretched your arms. "It's so cold.." Dan Heng nodded his head, agreeing with you as he paid attention towards the data bank. "You don't mind me using your tail to help heat me up, right?" You grinned, hugging his tail, it was a comfortable pillow.

"No.. Feel free to use my tail as you please.."

And.. Just in this moment, Dan Heng couldn't help but smile. Nothing in the world belongs to him, for it belonged to Dan Feng. But you? In this moment.. Your love was his. Not Dan Feng's. But Dan Heng's.

hiii ! Can I req an aventurine and/or doctor ratio x reader (fic or headcanons is fine) where reader hides how they feel about stuff and they’ve been struggling and one day aventurine walks in on them breaking down? Things have been rough lately lmao, thank you !!

ᴅʀ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

pairings - aventurine x reader / veritas ratio x reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ established relationship/ reader has been going through it/ reader ends up having a break down/ angst with comfort/ comfort fic

warnings - a bit of self harm, swearing

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

You were never the type of person to show your vulnerable side to people, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t.

You never wanted anyone to feel the weight of the burden that was placed on your shoulders. The weight that would only continue to build up until you eventually succumbed and suffocated beneath it. It was something only you would have to deal with, and you made sure of that, keeping those you loved at a distance so they’d never see your deteriorating mental state.

So when Aventurine came home early one night to find you a sobbing mess in your shared bedroom, you were terrified. How could you let this happen? How could you do this to him?

You sobbed harder, hands gripping your arms with such strength that would leave bruises later on.

He quickly knelt beside you, hands shaking as he tried racking his brain on what to do. 

Think Aventurine, think.

Gently placing his arms around you, he shakily whispered reassurances.

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“What happened, My Love? You can tell me anything, everything.”

“I’ll always be here by your side, I’ll never leave you.”

Eventually, you had calmed down enough to where your sobs were reduced to sniffles. You couldn’t cry anymore, even if you felt like it. There were no tears left for you to shed, only hiccups and broken sentences. 

“I’m sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing, _____?” 

“Because…” You looked at him with red, puffy eyes. “I… I let this happen. I let you see this side of me that I never wanted anyone to see, you to see.” You looked down at your arms, purple and blue dotting your skin as remnants of where you were gripping. “I never want to place the burden I feel..onto others.”

In the silence, Aventurine could hear his own heart breaking all over again. How hadn’t he noticed your suffering? How could he have let this happen? He enveloped you in a hug, one that wasn’t too tight or loose. He couldn’t let you go, no matter what, he would never let you go.

“_____…” Aventurine felt tears of his own well up in his eyes, head burying into the crook of your neck. “You are never a burden, how could I ever think of you as such..?” You felt your eyes sting, closing them shut as your arms came to rest around his shoulders. 

“I’m sorry for not noticing sooner, for not being there…” You wanted to protest, to tell him that he was wrong, but you only shook your head, voice much too weak to talk. He held you closer, his tears dripping onto your shirt. The two of you stayed that way for a long while, the clock ticking closer to midnight.

Eventually, Aventurine released you from his firm hold, rubbing his eyes as he sniffled. 

“_____…” 

You looked up at him with tired eyes. “Yes..Aven?” 

He held out his pinky, signaling for you to interlock your own with his. “Please. Please promise me that..you’ll tell me if there’s something wrong… I’ll be here to listen to your problems, no matter how big or small they may seem… You are so important to me, to others…” You raised your pinky.

“I promise.”

Aventurine smiled, his eyes slightly puffy and wet with unshed tears. “I love you so, so very much, _____.”

You felt your heart swell at his words, a sob stuck in your throat as you brought him into another hug. 

“I love you too, Aven.” 

Just for him, you will try your hardest to never tread alone, for he will always be by your side no matter what.

Veritas Ratio was never an emotional person, always choosing to remain calm and composed. However, that did not mean he did not care, for he was always expressive in his own ways when it came to you. 

You knew the doctor loved you dearly, so much so that he would do anything for you if it meant you being safe by his side. And yet, he did not know of the burdens that dug into your skin, the fear of showing your vulnerability acting as shackles as it anchored you deeper into dark waters. No matter how hard you tried to swim up for air, you would only get dragged back down, the surface just out of reach for your battered hands. 

Again, and again, and again. A repeating cycle that just became a part of your routine. 

You could handle yourself just fine during the day, but when night came, so did the problems you tried so hard to bury. To avoid disturbing Veritas’s sleep, you would slowly creep out of your shared bedroom into the bathroom, staring lifelessly into the mirror as you let the cold water run in the sink. 

Some nights were rougher than others, the tears that you tried to suppress spilling over to mix with the running tap water, the sound of it silencing your sobs. However, it also silenced the approaching footsteps coming towards the bathroom door that was left ajar, a soft gasp startling you as your eyes darted to the entrance. 

Shit. 

You splashed the cold water into your face, attempting to mask the tears that you were previously shedding. 

“Veritas..I–”

“_____, what happened?” 

Your hands gripped the towel that you were drying your face with, tears dotting the corners of your eyes as you inhaled a shaky breath.

“..Nothing..happened. I was just having some difficulty sleeping…” You mustered a smile. Yet it never reached your eyes, he noted with a sigh.

“You don’t have to lie to me, _____.” His arms crossed over his chest, eyes softening as they gazed into your puffy ones. “If there’s something bothering you..I’m here to listen.”

You couldn’t hold your smile anymore, eyes beginning to water as you avoided his gaze. 

“I just… It’s been rough recently.” Tears fell down your face as you thought about all the problems that weighed on your mind. “Work hasn’t been the greatest and all these things are happening– I’m just..a mess.” Staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt a wave of exhaustion hit you once more. “A mess…” 

Veritas tilted your chin so that you were facing him, his eyes full of emotions but concern was prominent. “_____, you don’t need to face these problems alone. As your partner, it is my duty to offer my support and care. You are my utmost priority.” His words filled your heart with so much love for the man, you could feel yourself beginning to cry harder. 

“I love you so much… Thank you..Veri.” 

“Of course, _____. I love you too, never forget that.” 

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - i hope these drabbles provide a bit of comfort for you and that things get better for you anon! :) stay safe and healthy everyone.

╭──╯ THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM !

PAIRING: aventurine x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: if you’ve had a penny for all the times aventurine unknowingly confessed to you, confessed you’d have three; alternatively the three times when aventurine unbeknownst to you has confessed his love for you.

WORDCOUNT: 2k | CONTENT & WARNINGS: fluff,mention of aventurines past, short mention of starvation, very light angst if you squint, not friends not lovers something in between ig?? not beta read we die like uh tingyun ; oneshot

AUTHORS NOTE: i’m sorry for the weekly updates 😭 i barely have time to study inbetween the week so writing during weekdays is a big no. just enjoy the weekly posts please 🤧

I. "i can be myself around you." 

“huh?” you look up from the velvet cushioned couch on which you're currently sitting and as you glance up your eyes immediately find his pinkish ones. 

your hand remains on the gray critter which is seated on your lap can only purr as you continue to stroke it and smother it in affection. “what do you mean by that?” you let out a silent laugh - a huff of air, as you question the man whose chin is currently propped in the right palm of his hand as he continues to stare at you from the messy dinner table.

it’s not a short and temporary stare - no, rather it’s a lingering observation. his gaze continues to rest on you, not flickering away for a single moment. it’s as if he doesn’t want to look away yet - he physically can’t tear his gaze away from you. 

he’s like a small birdling. one that remains to nestle because it cannot fly yet, because it physically cannot open its wings to leave. because it wants to stay at the place which it feels at ease; which it feels at home.

he shoots you a lazy smile, as if satisfied with your response. “i mean exactly just that. i simply can act like a normal person with you - no façade no charade whatsoever.” he immediately regrets the last part, the words quickly slipped out of his mouth without aventurine properly processing, as if he spoke before thinking. 

aventurine’s nervous as he awaits your response - he’s never nervous, at least that was the case until he met you. you’re like a fresh breath of air, something new and exciting - something or rather someone worth living for. 

you’re a thrill to be around.

you’re like the snow, like a hill which is covered in white shimmering snow. aventurine stomps his way up, leaving deep footprints in the snow that’ll later on be washed away and ultimately will be gone. atop of the hill he swiftly sledges down and isn’t able to stop as he continues to slide down further with no end in sight. 

until he comes to an abrupt halt but before he knows it he makes his way up all over again, repeating the action all over and over again because it’s fun. this is probably what childish joy is supposed to feel like. 

and up until now he’s never known the feeling of being a happy and carefree child that has nothing to worry about. after all, his past haunts him in all shapes and forms. 

be it in his worst dreams - nightmares, that replay the downfall and destruction of his home planet. 

not to mention, his calloused hands that are scattered with light and healed scars, nevertheless they’re cold and empty, with no other hand to hold onto for safety and no other hand to interlock and share warmth with. 

or even his own self, specifically his face. every time he stares at his reflection he’s met with none other than aventurine looking back at him - not kakavasha. after all, up until the IPC infiltrated his home planet, kakavasha wasn’t the sole survivor of his people, he wasn’t the last avgin - unlike aventurine. 

his eyes are proof, there isn’t another pair of eyes in the whole universe that comes close to his ones. after all the people whom he shared the same eyes with all shared the same fate.

thus aventurine always makes sure to wear his glasses, to somewhat cover his eyes and his identity. his hands are hidden beneath a pair of black leather gloves which he only takes off  in the comfort of his own empty apartment. 

but with you he doesn’t see the need to do any of that, he continues to smile and stare at you with nothing to conceal his eyes as he cracks the joints of his bare left hand as a form of distraction, still awaiting your answer.

with you around his oh-so empty apartment suddenly doesn’t feel as empty as it used to (or maybe it only ever feels full with you around), you bring life to his apartment, you make his apartment a home - the home which he always yearned for. 

your colorful dishes that have flowers scattered along the edges are towering in his sink because you told him that his plain white ones, which he only owns three or four of, are boring. but aventurine doesn’t see the need to own more because he barely cooks let alone eats at home. 

(or elsewhere really. he sometimes goes days without eating, he enjoys (?) or rather is used to the feeling of hunger and malnutrition - it’s nothing new. after all, it's a memory of his childhood. probably the most bearable one among the other ones.)

your skillets, pots and nonstick pans fill the cabins of his kitchen aisle. when once it accidentally slipped him that he often doesn’t eat (later correcting it to sometimes because you scolded him that not eating isn’t healthy.) you immediately protested and started to walk to his kitchen to cook him a small meal only to be met with empty cabins and drawers. 

from that day on you started bringing your own pots and pans and ingredients to cook over, such as oils, seasonings, vegetables and fruits, meat and eggs, pasta, rice and more to make aventurine eat at least a little something. 

you never once forced him to finish his food, after all if he was full, didn’t like it (aventurine would eat anything you’d serve him, if he was being honest) so it be. “there’s no need to swallow food down your throat when you’re full or don’t enjoy it. no one’s forcing you.” is what you told him.

sometimes when you aren’t there, at your home or at work. aventurine tries to recreate one of the foods you cooked him, he’s not the best at it but it’s decent. 

(he sends you a photo every time he recreates one of your meals and you praise him with a small compliment that makes the corners of his lips twitch in happiness. no matter if the food is slightly burned or overcooked, it tastes delicious because you made it for him once and you complimented his version of it.)

and for once his apartment doesn’t smell like critter food only, the scents vary from fresh flower bouquets which you bought to pep up his apartment or the scented candles for both his living- and bedroom. 

with you aventurine feels at ease. for once someone looks after him and his reckless and selfish behavior, and for once aventurine feels like being taken care of. 

in your presence he feels like he’s able to live a normal life; with you it feels like normality settles over him.

(he’s not willing to admit it but he’d love to indulge in the feeling of being taken care of, though does he deserve it?)

upon seeing you open your mouth aventurine snaps out of his gaze and his eyes wander over your face. mesmerizing, breathtaking, gorgeous - they’re not enough to describe you and the smile that quirks at the corner of your lips.

“is that so? well if that’s the case i’m glad.”

II. "who was i before i met you? no one - strictly speaking nothing."

“what do you mean by nothing? how could you live and have no story to tell?” you hum in delight, interrupting him as you let out a sweet laugh. 

he has lived before you and even though oftentimes aventurine felt like he was utterly alone - entirely alone, he knew that he wasn’t. he had people whom he saw every day, whom he talked and interacted with every day but nevertheless he’s kept his distance from them - at least an arms length away from them. 

so no, he wasn’t particularly alone, but still he shielded himself away from other people, living and walking on this planet as a lonesome individual whose fate was yet to be decided by a flip of a coin, a royal flush or anything else that had to do something with gambling. 

aventurine was always lucky - he is lucky, after all he’s blessed by his mother goddess gaiathra triclops with an incredible amount of luck, although sometimes he feels that his luck is rather a misfortune. 

though he’d never admit that neither would he ever admit that he fears losing, he’s scared of losing everything in the beat of his heart. proof being his left hand which is hidden under the table. everytime there’s a wager he indulges in aventurine’s hand uncontrollably shakes on his thigh, his nails scraping against the expensive fabric of his suit pants as he shoots his opponents a lazy smirk.

that is the man called aventurine, but what is he to you? who is he to you? what is he without you?

it’'s like as if you’ve shaped him with your bare hands. him being a block of clay, awaiting the day it’ll be molded into an object - a statue. 

aventurine awaits the day he’ll receive his name by you, his creator. until then there is no name for him to bear, no traits assigned to him, no tasks for him to carry out. 

as your creation, him, your muse whom you shaped and formed with your bare hands, he patiently waits as your lithe fingers swiftly tracing across his wet and adhesive skin, leaving marks that’ll claim him as your creation. 

you leave behind dents in his smooth face, make his lips slightly pursed, brush over his eyelids to rub off some of the clay, making it crumble. just to make him seem more natural - more human.

who was he before you? kakavasha, aventurine? well it didn’t matter, both of these people have a burden to carry but with you he feels like there is none. the burden which he had to drag around like a chain which is tied around his ankle was gone when he was with you, it felt like he was free even if it was just for a single moment. 

and even though he’d later on have to be aventurine again, wearing the name that is as heavy as a ton of lavish jewelry, he knows that you’d remove them from him, unclasping the necklaces tied around his neck and loosening the bracelets on his wrists. 

uncovering the real treasure which is hidden beneath the pile of gold and glamor. 

“it’s as if you’ve made me a new person, making me a better man - making me feel like i’m actually happy.” 

III. "you're my exception.“(my only exception.)

it struck you like lightning. the previous words he’s always told you left a big impact on you, they were lingering in your thoughts for god knows how long. 

you always tried to brush them off, thinking that those were platonic remarks he’s told you because he felt comfortable around you, well he did - he still does, but up until now you’ve never thought that his words would have a deeper meaning. 

it’s not like you didn’t have feelings for aventurine, but you just weren’t sure if the feelings you harbor for him are the same ones as his. you wouldn’t dare to overstep the line of friends to lovers, because you weren’t certain if he reciprocated the feeling of something more deeper and intimate.

but certainty doesn’t settle over just yet, so you still need the reassurance that you’re not in the wrong. “how come, aventurine?” there’s teasing in your words but he can tell that your question is sincere.

“you’re special to me.” he admits. it’s not a casual confession but neither is it a big pent up feelings and being nervous confession, no, rather he says it like it’s a fact. 

you realized that this is probably the closest of what you’d get that’s like a love confession from aventurine and with the new obtained knowledge you desperately try to hold back that godforsaken lovesick smile of yours. 

“also  please call me kakavasha. ” he’s pleading, you realize.  “you’re the only one who’s allowed to call me by my given name - you’re the exception.” my exception, my one and only exception. 

and if you weren’t smiling already, you were definitely smiling now. 

“i like you too, kakavasha.”

*cough cough* we all cheer in unison for user @azullumi hi azull!! i hope this message reaches you in good spirits and you better be peacefully sleeping right now!! anyway i think it's been tough for the both of us in the last time, not like our relationship was rocky or anything but the both of us just had individual struggles and i know that i might not be the first person whom you turn to when you face a problem because i know that you have many amazing friends whom you're able to communicate well with (i envy your friendships if im being honest here haha) so i might not be your first choice, but please keep in mind that i'll always have both of my ears ready to listen to you. in all honesty i feel like you're the only one that understands me, the only one whose sympathy i don't perceive as pity but as empathy. azul, i adore you so much, i can't even put it in words. your messages never fail to make me tear up and smile and everything in between. just so you know that your words are different from the usual words of reassurance i receive from people that are like "you're one of the sweetest people i know." "i know love exists because you're full of it." "i love you so much." like don't give me that crap which you copied off tiktok or only give me in moments in which im vulnerable. (take this with a grain of salt to whoever feels attacked by this :) this is just personal preference) your words actually make me feel at ease because you always and immediately know what to say, it's like you always know what helps me. i suppose you really have that felicity sense like you always say and i dont doubt that now. (when have i ever doubted you or your actions before? - never, id never would) . but it's not only when i vent to you that you have the right words, no, you always express your love and care towards me and it makes my heart ache and thump in my chest, because im so not used to being loved like this, maybe its because im young but still. oh god im tearing up rn /srs. all the love which ive never received, all the love ill receive, i get it all from you and any future love i receive doesn't compare to yours, because you set the standard for me azul. you're my picture perfect embodiment of platonic friendship, id give you everything i have in a heartbeat. i love you so much ericka. anyway how do you find my childe edits ive sent you???

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⭒ 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑼𝑷 𝑺𝑬𝑿, minors do not interact

fem reader x sunday, aventurine, jing yuan, boothill + blade ( separate ) ; arguments. angst if you squint. apologies. controlling tendencies in sunday’s. petnames used; my dear - sweetheart - my angel - darlin’. reasoning for argument explained in each charas hc. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

⭒ SUNDAY

you were sure it was something that sunday never meant deliberately, but instead it came naturally with his more… protective personality traits. he was a worrier and maybe he was just more unaware that it came across to be controlling; the people you interacted with, your freedom to roam around penacony unaccompanied… he was always watching.

he’d also echo that “it is for your own benefit, my dear. i must ensure your safety, that is my sworn duty afterall, is it not?”

and it’s true, you were not ignorant to the fact that as oak family head sunday may have enemies, even enemies of the family themselves could use you as a means of leverage over him but that didn’t make it any less… suffocating.

but he always had his own effective ways of luring you back to him, to comfort you within his own means.

which is why it’s almost cruel the way sunday’s letting his cock rest inside of your pussy, deliberately not moving as he watches you twitch with need — desperate for him to do anything except look down at you with that same oh so patient expression he’s wearing now. it’s like he’s unknowingly trying to wear down your resolve by taking his time admiring your expressions, trying to listen to your reasoning when you’re babbling on the end of his cock, begging for friction was not an easy task.

nonetheless, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to seeing that (still beautiful) little frown, especially when it’s directed at him.

“now now, my dear. there is no need to fuss.. you know i simply can’t stand when you are upset with me.” the tone of sunday’s voice feels like it drips through you, it’s almost condescending but there’s a gentle, loving undertone that feels familiar for you when it curls down your spine, feeling like it ignites something inside of you.

he’s sure to lean in to smear a kiss along your temple before he continues, he knows how much you like when he does that. “do you remember what i told you? everything i do is with your best intentions at heart, or do you feel that is otherwise not the case?” you feel a pang in your own chest at his words, like he’s appealing to that adoring part of you that he values so much, coaxing it back to him with a barely moving stutter of his hips that isn’t much; but with how he’s holding out on you it makes you twitch.

and sunday softens as he watches you, before he continues.

“although i know you would never tell me my means of showing my adoration for you could be considered too.. overbearing, would you? or am i wrong for thinking as such?”

you‘re shaking your head quickly before sunday can even finish his sentence with a question, responding with something that’s a little whispery and choked off, “i know, i wouldn’t.” you hiccup and the man over you coos—feathers shuddering at the sweet sound. “i’m sorry, just.. please, just fuck me!”

oh—he loves you like this, pliant and pretty beneath him and you’re all his, so he decides that he’ll reward you with a few teasing thrusts as your tight cunt squeezes down around him at the sudden friction you’ve been craving. “there is no need to apologise my dear, unless you have done something that requires repentance?” he’s closer this time when he leans over you — brushing his nose along your jawline as he inhales the familiar scent of your perfume that’s now mixed with his own scent, making something carnal boil in his stomach.

your fingers and toes curl tight, so driven by your own yearning for bliss, but you still find it in yourself to shake your head at the question, and sunday chuckles.

“heh, it is as i thought. i simply do not want to put you in a position where you may be taken from me.” his teeth nip softly at your jawline as you lean into him, lifting your otherwise bleary gaze to meet his own all-consuming one as he smiles, kindhearted despite the way he’s making your lungs and insides quake. “you are aware of your importance to me, are you not? or must i remind you by… other means, hm?”

your lips part, almost quietly—wordlessly until he offers you another thrust and the pleasure it plants to bloom makes you arch as you manage out a strangled, soft little please! anything, i just need you! as you lashes flutter.

your answer pulls a groan from sunday nonetheless, it’s a sweet sound that makes your insides curl and ache when it’s followed up with another languid roll of his hips — deliberately pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you that has your lips parting to moan his name.

“very well, my angel. then allow me to extend my most sincere apologies to you.” as much as sunday’s words may feel otherwise insincere, you know that he would never ignore your comfort despite his own anxieties. so he’ll simply ask your accompanying guards to keep a more casual distance next time they escort you around penacony, maybe then you would feel less trapped.

like the door to the birds cage has been propped open just enough for them to explore the locked room the cage otherwise resides in, he’s simply expanding your territory is all.

he feels like the breath is punched from his lungs with how intoxicating you look beneath him as he ready’s himself to begin a pace. but you feel his fingers tighten around your jaw before he’s forcing your gaze to meet his with the next deep push of his cock into your cunt.

“fret not, i will ensure your satisfaction with this outcome, it is my utmost priority afterall.”

⭒ AVENTURINE

you and aventurine rarely argued… but there was a particularly noticeable strain whenever a certain topic seemed to emerge in your relationship. notably so, whenever he seemed to have little to no regard for his own life, using it as a bargaining chip or a means to acquire intel.

he seen no value in himself and given who he was—where he came from, he served to gain a lot more than he had to lose. high risk, high rewards was something that he frequently lived by but what he never really considered was how that made you feel when he opted to risk dying by that same motto. he always had a way of talking himself out of the topic of conversation but it never squashed it no matter how good he was at it, so you’re hellbent on making him hear you now as you grind yourself down onto his cock.

aventurine looks up at you from where his head is resting back into the pillows on his bed, hair mused as he digs it back beneath him and the grin on his pretty features almost seems misplaced given the situation.. the topic.

“hey now, is it really something to get upset about? if all that’s at risk is my neck, what’s the loss? especially when i stand to gain so much.” he drawls in that same saccharine tone that he always used with you. you’re resting above him, thighs straddling his hips as you press the shaft of his pretty cock between your folds, rubbing your slick along the length of him. but you still can’t quite ignore the heavy weight in your chest despite the lust that licks at your spine.

“you have other means to gamble with; money, information..” your words are a soft mule when aventurine deliberately meets the next roll of your hips with one of his own, like he’s coaxing you to drop the topic despite the way you stubbornly refuse to.

that’s exactly why you’re not letting him have as much of you as he wants until you know your words are reaching him. but before you can continue listing the long list of other means your lover has at his disposal, he snorts beneath you.

“please, even the ipc are aware of my disposability and what’s more tempting than a game with high stakes? having no surviving family members only lessens the draw back—anyway, i emerged victorious so it was a worthwhile bet.” you find it to be quite fascinating how aventurine treats himself with so little regard. he truly seen himself as a pawn, as something that would be forgotten about completely if one of his deals fall through and he pays for it with his life.

instead of the person he truly is.. the one he deserves to live to be, and it makes you ache terribly.

“but if you lose, what happens to me?” you whisper and keen, peering at him from where he’s gazing up at you and his thighs quiver beneath you at the languid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap. “your possessions are nothing to me but trinkets unless you’re there to accompany them.”

“oh? i don’t think i quite understand what you mean.” the feeling of your body against aventurine’s is truly captivating, your pussy feels like silk as you roll your puffy folds along his cock, his swollen cockhead catching under the hood of your clit as you both twitch and sigh.

“i don’t want to lose you, don’t you see that’s why i’m upset. i’d cry for you.. mourn you.” you lean and settle down above him as you take his cheeks in your palms and for the first time since this exchange started, his smile drops.

aventurine looks at you, flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and his mind is so full with conflicting emotions—all while he’s mindlessly helping you rock back and forth along the length of him. he feels you begin to press slow, soft kisses along his cheeks and his lips part to allow another whimper to slip through with a lewd swirl of your hips.

it’s an almost vulnerable sound, like you’ve just taken your heart in his hands—he wonders if you’d be as mad as you are now if he offered his life up to you instead, he trusts you’d treat it well.. he knows you wouldn’t ask for anything in return either.

aventurine swallows once before he returns to his usual demeanour and you feel his fingertips squeeze into your skin before he’s twisting his neck to meet the next press of your lips with his own. its softer than the kisses you’ve shared before and it makes you feel terribly warm, looking up to realise that he’s already gazing at you when you pull away to continue with another sinful roll of your hips.

he chuckles, “well it seems… i have a little more to lose than i thought, hah. however will i repay you, i wonder?”

“just be careful, please?” as he expected, its a soft request—you don’t ask much from him but just to be, and he finds himself gripping your hips tightly as you continue to grind yourself against him. aventurine suddenly feels like he can barely think, he loves how it feels to push against you, he could spend every day like this, watching you thrust and glide your pussy across the length of his cock and suddenly he realises the weight of everything he truly has to lose.

“oh, you can count on that, although i don’t think that’s an equal deal and im all about playing fair…”

he takes another greedy swirl of your clit across the intense, sensitive nerves of his cock before he draws himself back completely and he huffs when he gives you a teasing look from beneath you, “so how about i start here, instead?” he drawls, as you finally feels the head of his cock press against the entrance to your sweet pussy and you gasp as he pushes into you, slowly and gently.

⭒ JING YUAN

it’s not that you’re notably upset about jing yuan’s responsibilities or his lacking presence considering how busy he would get at work. it would be silly for you to be ignorant to how busy he was as general of the luofu, so it was never something you notably brought up to him. ofcourse, you missed him—but it was an emotion you kept to yourself, not overwhelming enough to risk an argument over.

but, your lover still finds it vital for him to makeup his absence to you in a way that reminds you of how much he adores you… just incase you’ve forgotten while he’s been gone. it’s like he is immediately aware of the yearning residing inside of you without it ever being spoken out loud, irritatingly so when he seems to be wearing that same smug grin on his lips as he does.

“come now, my dear. i didn’t realise you’d become so sensitive in my absence.” jing yuan breathes, a teasing undercurrent to his voice when he draws his hips back, and his hands massage your waist almost soothingly as he feels your tight walls stretch around his thick cock.

every stroke feels like an apology, every press against the sweet nerves inside of you making you keen. it was almost insufferable how well he was able to fill you up, your walls trembling around the thick spread of him only after a few days apart—you’re already struggling to stave off your orgasm but it’s more to prove a point rather than anything else.

jing yuan only seems to feed on your reactions like this though, despite how eager you are to always welcome him home—he still finds it an essential feat for him to apologise for your time apart anyway. although he would much rather hear how much you’ve missed him while he’s been gone, so he continues “well it would be rude of me to not tend to your needs, wouldn’t you agree? you needn’t have to ask.”

he noses against your cheek as he presses you beneath him, it’s just as slow when he sinks back into you, rolling his hips forward into yours and you watch his lips part, a breathy whine falling from them as he blinks down at you smugly. there’s a familiar gleam in his gaze when you lift your own to meet it,

“stop doing that,” you gasp, strained and choked because despite your reluctance to admit it.. you did feel much more sensitive after a few days away from him. but maybe it was the idea of jing yuan making it up to you when he returned home that had you staving off dealing with your own creeping needs—although you’d rather he not know that.

not when he’s already teasing you enough as is,

“and what may that be? i am simply seeing to my most important duties, there’s no need to make a fuss.” the general over you hisses when he feels your pussy flex around his heavy cock at his words, like it’s a little payback for how he’s handing you right now. you manage to mumble something ineligible back—something that has a chuckle falling from jing yuan’s lips when he begins a steady pace because he thinks it’s as sweet as ever.

and you pout as he looks over you, although overcome with the pleasure he gives you regardless. “i feel like you’re teasing me. what’s your p-plan?”

“hm? was it not obvious that i missed you just as much as you have missed me?” his hips jolt forward, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure, needy moans of his name falling from your lips and his head dips towards you, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek as his cock twitches when you look up at him again.

you feel so good, you can barely find it in yourself to be anything other than grateful at how well he treats you.. even if he is insufferably teasing when he wants to be.

but still, you try just to wipe that grin off of his face— “i didn’t say that! you’ve just been busy with work… who said i missed you?” you grumble, teasing him as you find yourself suddenly turning away to avoid his lazy, lidded gaze and he chuckles before offering you a particularly sharp thrust.

it’s enough to make you have to grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, but you pull him closer in the process, watching him lean down to hover just over you—his hair messy and unkempt as it hangs over his face.

he looks almost a little too smug at the pleasure he knows hes giving you, yet… you can’t help but crumble.

“oh? but i have reason to believe otherwise, my dear.” he rocks his huge body into yours again, and you know what he’s referring to when your pussy squeezes around him in that ever so tight, saccharine grip that only seems to beg him for even more, and he lifts a brow at you as you prove his point. “so allow me to apologise for not returning to you sooner.”

you whimper at how good he fills you, your eyes closing in bliss and for a moment you feel his hips stutter, he had a job to do afterall… he simply couldn’t have you mad at him, even if it’s only an excuse for him to spoil you.

“i will make it up to you as many times as you please.”

⭒ BOOTHILL

boothill has a bad habit, mostly due to his past experiences and the things that have been… taken from him. but he was a runner; although it was never meant to hurt your feelings, it was more the fear of having something so close that the sudden idea of it him losing it once more made him seize up, it drove him away and he knows it’s selfish.

but he couldn’t lose you, so he ran—took on a job that took him from you for a good few weeks when he left without a word and even the thought of that sweet expression on your face crumbling made the space in his chest that was once occupied still ache. but because he still wants to be with you, he always seems to come back—it’s like he’s hoping he’ll return to you and you’ll kick him to the curb and tell him to get lost, for your sake.

but you never do, even despite the pout on your features and the cloudy look in your gaze when you blink up at boothill standing in your doorway, you don’t tell him to leave. there’s an apologetic, charming grin on his features but you can tell there’s a longing wrapped up beneath there too.. regret, or maybe that’s just what you’re hoping for.

“come on, darlin’ can’t stand when y’re all mad at me like this. ain’t movin’ ‘til ya talk to me.” he sighs from where he’s got you pressed in his lap.

you’re arching your back to press your chest closer to the cool metallic touch of boothill’s and your cunt flexes around his mechanical cock when it only serves to push him deeper. you’d think given his absence and the fact he’s the reason you’re mad in the first place, that he’d be more than happy to make it up to you. but instead—he’s halting your movements and almost torturing you as he holds you still against him, refusing to give you the pleasure you’ve been missing out on since he left… not until you atleast look at him again.

“you left me, w-what do you expect?” your voice is strained, hurt and it makes the galaxy ranger beneath you hiss like it stings him. it’s not as familiar as the soft tone thats usually reserved for him is and he can’t help but find himself yearning for that same sultry drawl once more as he gives you a tired, regretful look.

“awh, fudge. ya know i never wanna leave ya, sweetheart. ‘ts complicated is all.” boothill’s jaw clenches as you watch him sink back into the chair he’s hauled up on in your living room—tipping his hat off of his head to cast it aside with his next sigh so he can really look at you as his other hand continues to sink into your hips.

he knows you’re not gonna let him off easy with this one and… he can’t really blame you either.

“then why can’t you atleast tell me, instead of just u-up and leaving.. just like that! what if something happened to you?” your voice hiccups slightly as you readjust yourself on his lap, and it’s like boothill can feel all the pain he’s brought to you despite his absence.

he grits his teeth as he meets your gaze, “ain’t nobody gon’ take me from ya, that’s for sure. they’ll sooner be eatin’ bullets, so ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that.” his voice is low and smooth—as self assured as always and the tone has your back curling when he leans in closer as if to emphasis it. there’s something intimate in the way the movement makes his hips roll against yours and your body feels so ready for the pleasure that you know only he can give you. “listen here, i know i fudged up real bad but cmon, ya really gon’ make me beg?”

“nobody took you from me because you left, it was you.” boothill picks up on the way your voice shakes and its scarily instantaneous the way his fingertips reach out to brush against your cheek, to comfort you, as you lean into the familiar cold metal press of his palm. “do you know how that felt?”

“i do, cause i sure am feelin’ somethin’ right now, sweetheart.” his words reply quietly, but the small little call of his voice urges you to blink up at him again and for the first time, you smile. he knows you’ve got a lot more unpacking to do, but for now—he hopes you’ll atleast let him offer you this until you both have a real talk about it.

boothill’s free hand smoothes along the shape of your hips as he appreciates every part of you—basking in the way your soft skin squishes beneath his movements and he huffs out a laugh before he offers you his first, real thrust. its slow and languid and nowhere near enough, but he still can’t help but feel completely enamoured by the way your lips part to gasp because you’re still as beautiful as the day he left you.

“shhhh, there we go, a bet that feels much better for ya, don’t it? i sure got a lot of makin’ up to do, i bet. so, ya gon’ give me a chance to make it up to ya?” he hums before thrusting into you again and you hold onto him with the next, hands pressing against the machinery in his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he lets his hand leave your cheek to join the other on your hips this time as he begins a pace, a little rougher and full of want as the sound of your skin slapping against him echos and he pulls you into him more.

you’re closer now, lips almost pressed to boothill’s ear and he can hear every pretty whine that falls from between them as he ruts up into you. but “i just want you to talk to me.” catches him off guard and he turns to look at you when he hears it.

his cock is still smoothing along all of your sweet spots effortlessly but there’s a sudden softness to the way his lips quickly press against yours when you catch his gaze. its a contrast to how ruthlessly he’s fucking into you—this is gentle, feeling his cold fingers smooth along the side of your cheek again before he pulls away just as quickly, and he offers you one of his usual smirks when he looks at you this time.

“yer real stubborn for somethin’ so fudgin’ sweet, ain’t ya, darlin’? but alright—alls well, no harm done, i ain’t leavin’ ya again anytime soon.” boothill offers you the reassurance under his breath and as much as you want to accept it as enough—you both know it’s going to take time. but he’s willing to work and that is something that you are sure of as you feel a familiar rush of warmth in your veins, letting yourself completely give in to him as lets you use him for your own pleasure.

he chuckles,

“we can get into this later, right now—how about ya show me what i’ve been missin’?”

⭒ BLADE

it was just the sort of person blade was truly, you’d tried so hard to convince yourself of that—that he wasn’t exactly a man who would give anyone he didn’t truly enjoy the presence of the time of day. but you couldn’t help the pang for your anxieties, the insecurities knowing that your relationship didn’t resemble much of the usual one.

there was rarely any affection from the otherwise cold stellaron hunter and although you never expected him to be the type to kiss you in a crowd or confess his love to you in company, sometimes you just needed some simple reassurance that… he really did want a relationship with you like he said he did, albeit in very short words.

but, blade has his own ways of trying to get his point across.

which is why his dark hair is already mused from your hands and you’ve both left a trail of clothes in your wake no doubt that lead to where he resides for now. he’d caught you off guard when he’d came to you, kissing you hard before you’ve both ended up where you are—with the weight of his hips leaning against yours and his fingers groping almost too tight into your skin.

but the thing that surprises you the most, is when blade follows up one of his particularly sharp, rough thrusts with a kiss that’s so gentle it almost seems misplaced amongst his otherwise sharp exterior. although, you can’t help but find yourself arching into the soft touch, closer—especially when it’s followed by another deep kiss of his cock and another smeared kiss as his large hands bruise into your skin.

“why are you being so affectionate suddenly?” part of you didn’t want to ask—almost deciding to just live selectively ignorant and bask in the rare affection that your lover was giving you. but it seemed… off, and as much as you desired more from him, you would never force him into a place of discomfort due to your own selfish gain.

but, even with your question—blade gives you another, albeit shorter kiss before he answers, gruff and low. “why? is this not what you desired?” his words a hum, although you barely pick up on them from where he’s grinding into your pussy.

his answer makes something warm seem to rattle beneath your skin because, he truly was doing this for you but still, you can’t help but find yourself thinking whether he really wants to or if it’s just something he seems to think is a requirement. although its selfish, you can’t help but find yourself wanting to bask in it—even just for a short while, because his cock reaches so deep it has your toes curling and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like this new side of him, even if it was an act.

but because you value blade more than that, you find it in yourself to pry. “you don’t have to force yourself to be affectionate i-if.. if you don’t want to be.” your lashes flutter as you speak, and you meet his hips with your own everytime he rocks forward.

but still, the press of his lips and squeeze of his hands on you doesn’t cease. instead, he only seems to offer you a dissatisfied sort of growl at your statement before he slows his pace, albeit only slightly as you still jolt beneath him with every wet connection.

“i told you before. i do not do things that i myself find unnecessary, this is simply the opposite.” blade pushes his cock up against something sensitive inside of you as he speaks, and any anxieties you had about his sudden affectionate tendencies melt with his next quick thrust — leaving you breathless, mindless as he forces his cock deeper into your pussy with the next smear of his lips along your cheek.

“now, as i asked prior, will it do?” he hisses this time, his words are a little sharper with the way you’re squeezing tight around him but when it’s followed by the gentleness in which he kisses along your features before nibbling at your jaw, you don’t even notice.

instead you can’t help but yearn to have blade closer so you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders before you’re arching into him, leaning into every press of his mouth until you’re turning to meet the next with your own.

“whatever you can give is fine.”

“i hope to provide you with whatever you seek is all. but, very well..” so he kisses you, unbashfully rough and full of teeth as he fucks into you ruthlessly, but this one seems to warm you a little more than the rest do with his next words, “as i please then.”

➳ you're my achilles heel

summary ⎯ niche microtropes w/ the hsr men! emphasis on the micro (not rlly)

includes ⎯ dan heng, aventurine & jing yuan

tana talks ⎯ who's missed me? i've been gone for a HOT minute, and what other way to come back than kickstarting my 1k event: niche microtropes! more info about that will be here. thank you so so much for 1k!!!!

dan heng

when they both have to share a bed and one of them reveals it was the best night of sleep they've ever had

⎯ dan heng has made a lot of mistakes in his life, and letting march choose hotel rooms has to be one of them.

⎯ granted, he truly thought that march would do a good job at choosing the hotel, financial planning, and of course–choosing the rooms.

⎯ and everything was great. until you and dan heng had to share a bed.

you and dan heng shifted around the bed a few times before finally settling into designated spots. it was decided that dan heng would sleep on the outside, while you slept near the wall. his back faced you as he tucked himself into bed.

⎯ you and dan heng were friends. this awkwardness wasn't normal, and there should be no reason for the two of you to be avoiding each other like you are now. alas, here you are now, laying at least a foot apart.

⎯ the room is completely silent, and a bit cold as well. dan heng felt a breeze constantly grazing his shoulders. yeah. there was no way he could sleep like this

⎯ you, on the other hand, felt too hot. you had most of the blankets on your side and you felt SUFFOCATED. sometimes, it felt hard to breathe. but u weren't sure if that was just nerves or bc of how hot you felt.

⎯ ultimately, you are the one who has to make the first move.

"dan heng," you turned around and whispered, "are you cold?"

⎯ obviously, he was cold. but was he going to say anything about it?? no.

"i'm fine," he said, still facing his back towards you. "are you cold?" you gulped at the dry response. usually, you find yourself always wanting to talk to dan heng. he was never a boring converser, so why was he acting so strange tonight? but then again, you had no room to talk—you haven't said a word to dan heng until now.

⎯ at this point, you're a little frustrated at the lack of communication between the both of you. so—being the problem solver that you are—you decide to do something about it

slowly, you inch closer to dan heng—just to test the waters, of course. dan heng doesn't reach much, only a small head turn once he feels a dip in the mattress. you take some of the blanket and throw it over dan heng, awaiting his response.

⎯ meanwhile, dan heng over here is internally flipping out. when you inched towards him, dan heng could feel his heart skipping more than a few beats. and when you threw the blanket over him, dan heng wasn't sure if he felt warm due to the blanket or you.

⎯ when he finally turns over, you have to hide your wide eyes and slacked mouth underneath the blanket. you peer back up, and he's staring right at you.

"are... you okay?" you whisper underneath the blanket. "i'm cold," is all dan heng says. you hide your smile underneath the blanket, but you have a feeling dan heng knows you're smiling anyway. he's looking straight in your eyes after all.

⎯ and then you say it. you practically hit the pentagon.

you open up the blanket to where it reveals a dark silhouette of your body. "do you want to share?"

⎯ dan heng practically malfunctions. usually, there are always things dan heng says to fill the silence. he never runs out of words. not in a talkative way like march, but rather, he has an extensive vocabulary

⎯ this time though? haha. very funny. he's gone mute.

dan heng blinks at you while you hold the blanket open. you raise an eyebrow, taunting him. he squeezes his eyes shut, and then reopens them to find you still holding the blanket. was he halluncinating?

"i don't want to intrude." "oh please," you quietly laugh, "we're already sharing a bed. we crossed the line of intrusion a few hours ago."

⎯ and that sounds like a good deal to the both of you. except, one thing.

"are things going to change after this?" dan heng asks you. you're glad it's dark, so dan heng doesn't see you flush, "i don't see why things would change," you say, maintaining a calm face.

⎯ that's enough to get dan heng under the covers with you.

⎯ you two sleep wonderfully the rest of the night—you two even woke up early too. you were the one to wake up first. the sun shone on your face, yet you didn't even feel the glare at all. you felt energized, which was weird considering that you went to bed at questionable hour last night.

⎯ oh, and you also felt a pair of arms over your waist too. and something pressing into your neck. and something wrapping around your legs. and you also feel really hot. is that from the sun????

⎯ yeah. it's going to be harder to keep your word.

aventurine

those dancing scenes where it just so happens that the lighting focuses on the two of you

⎯ lavish parties and extravagant events weren’t new to aventurine, who just so happened to stumble on one of the biggest on penacony

⎯ sometimes, the families hold galas. it’s more of an exclusive thing, so aventurine had to do some awkward mingling in order to get in. that includes a very awkward conversation with a security guard, who kept raising eyebrows at his outfit.

⎯ beforehand, he had no interest in going to this event. however, once faced with the possibility that he could gather intel, his mind quickly changed.

⎯ now, he is standing right next to you, the heir to penacony's iris family. in his short time on the planet, he's seen your face countless times: on billboards, commercials, and next to various items. but seeing it in person?

⎯ way. different.

"you've never been dancing before?" you lead the ipc executive, aventurine, down the halls of the iris family's ballroom. aventurine shakes his head as he follows you, "not once. though, as the iris family's biggest celebrity, i take it you're used to dances?" your eyes widen when you hear him utter the compliment, "i'm... i'm not sure i'm the biggest celebrity," you rub your neck sheepishly. you tilt your head back, "and i don't think i can remember a time where i didn't dance."

⎯ aventurine has one goal tonight, and it's to get information about the families. if all goes according to plan, then he'd have the upper hand on penacony itself, thus being able to use his knowledge as a bargaining chip for the ipc.

⎯ and if there's one thing aventurine is good at, it's bargains.

⎯ so now, aventurine is trying his hardest to charm you into giving out any information. because people like you always talk.

"that must've been nice," aventurine eggs you on, "from what i can tell, parties on penacony are always fun." you let out a small laugh, "i'm glad you think that." the two of you walk side-by-side, and you aren't saying a single thing. aventurine flexes his hand by his side, preparing to make more idle chatter. he's about to open his mouth when a bright, shining light beams onto the both of you.

⎯ from the look on your face, aventurine can tell that you did not like that. he stands there passively, awaiting for your next move.

⎯ what he did not expect was for you to hold out your hand for him.

"um," you clear your throat. your eyes dart around the room and you gulp, holding out your hand, "may i have this dance?"

⎯ aventurine meets your nervous eyes with his wide ones. it looks like the two of you have no other choice. eyes are on the both of you when aventurine takes your hand, and you pull him into a quiet space in the ballroom.

⎯ let's get one thing straight: aventurine does not know how to dance.

⎯ so currently, he's trying to avoid stepping on your toes, while trying to remain in sync with you. on the inside, aventurine is annoyed. there are ears everywhere, meaning that there's a bigger risk. however, aventurine is all about risks, and the night is still young.

"i thought you liked dances," aventurine purposefully whispers into your ear, and he can feel the heat rise up. his voice is sultry and sweet, and he hopes to get you addicted to it soon. you look up at him with crinkled eyes. the light is glaring on you, and it seems like you're glinting instead of shining. "i never said that." aventurine takes notice of the rise and fall of your chest—much faster than when the two of you met. the corner of his lip raises a little bit, "oh, i'm sorry. but are you uncomfortable? i thought you've been doing this for years? let me know if i can do anything to help?" he offers.

⎯ you only smile, and aventurine gives you a polite smile back. he follows your lead, waiting for you to say something, but you only lead him around the ballroom.

⎯ the light is still trailing after you, except it's beaming more on aventurine than you at this point.

⎯ it's beaming more on aventurine. oh. he gets it now.

"do you wanna get out of here?" he whispers in your ear once again. he has to try his hardest to bite down the smirk that was about to appear on his face. this was going to be easier than he thought. you grab his hand in a tight hold, "no," you firmly state, "we're staying here."

⎯ wow. what a shift of tone.

"i need your help," you mutter under your breath. "help me, and i'll do anything," you look up into his eyes, pleading with him through your gaze.

⎯ aventurine nearly steps on your feet. what?

"uh–what?" aventurine questions you as you keep moving.

"sneak me out of here. we can't go through the doors—there's the bloodhound family everywhere. but i need you to get me out," you beseech. you grab his hand, bringing it up to your chest and slowly sliding it down to your waist.

⎯ aventurine has to remind himself to keep his cool multiple times. breathe in, breathe out. what were you getting at here? why did you want to escape?

"listen, what i said earlier. about the parties. i need to get out," you spin yourself around and back into the blond. "help me," you connect your palms as you circle him, "and i'll help you," you intertwine your fingers together.

⎯ the light still glistens over the both of you. and aventurine thinks two things: he's gotten into something he didn't need to get into, and that he finally has a way into the family.

jing yuan

second chance romance, except the two of you have been keeping tabs on one another the entire time.

⎯ jing yuan's childhood is filled of fond memories: his old master, the bright and sunny days when he would train, and you.

⎯ you, who jing yuan would willingly miss trainings for. you, the brilliant and clever reporter who broadcasted for the people. you, who jing yuan had to let go.

⎯ he'd spend days rereading what you've wrote; whether it be small stories or big news on the luofu. everything you had written intoxicated him. however, all good things have to end eventually.

⎯ the break-up wasn't even technically a break up, because you two weren't even together. the harsh reality was that you two were just friends, so jing yuan has no actual reason to be moping around. people lose friends all the time, and with jing yuan's lifestyle, it was bound to be imminent.

⎯ as the general, jing yuan had new priorities, and it seems like you weren't one of them anymore.

⎯ so, you move on with your career. you founded the xianzhou's very own broadcasting channel, which aired to the millions of citizens across all ships. you're a superstar who hasn't left their core values. rather than the big stories, you focus on local ones. you focus on the people.

⎯ and general jing yuan... focuses on his job. sort of. not really.

⎯ can you really say that a general is focused on his job when he goes missing?

"jing yuan," your side aches once you utter his name, and you suppress an agonized moan, "why are you here?"

⎯ you know what they say, old habits die hard.

⎯ the founder of the xianzhou's broadcasting channel was found in critical condition a few days ago. you had been reporting on the a civil case that had struck on one of the ships, and—next thing you know—blood ran from your fingertips and you rushed into a critical care unit.

"how did you even get here?" you ask as you lift yourself up higher on the bed. jing yuan steps forward, but you move back. "i haven't spoken to you in years. you cut me off, and then you show up now? can i atleast get an explanation on how you found me?"

⎯ jing yuan's silence tells you all that you need to know. you keep up with the dozing general, even if you are off the luofu. because still, even after all these years, your heart trails after him.

"i wanted to see you," jing yuan blurts. his voice is much more deeper than you remember it to be. "so i contacted the hospital and told them that my old friend was in critical condition, and i needed to see you." you scoff, "an old friend is a stretch." you pause and look down at your hands. and then, a thought furrows in your mind. "wait, if you knew where i was hospitalized—you read my articles?" "i've never stopped."

⎯ oh. oh? oh????

⎯ safe to say that you were rendered speechless. the next five minutes were spent by you staring at jing yuan, jaw-dropped and all.

"how long?" you asked. "too long," jing yuan dryly chuckles. "since i left."

⎯ the air is thick, and things are obviously tense. and there are so many things to talk about. so many things to tell him. such as how you've surfed before (it was a big dream of yours). or how you finally adopted the cat you always wanted (you hope he brings up his lion).

⎯ and while you sit there, you realize that you've missed this. how could you even live without this for hundreds of years? without him? was it surreal to feel so strongly about a person that left so long ago?

⎯ so many milestones missed. so many to make up for. so many things to talk about. so many things to clear up. and you still want to do it all with jing yuan.

⎯ does he still want to do it with you?

you clear your throat, attempting to sit up straighter. you're struggling, and you've never felt so embarrassed in your life. while trying to adjust yourself once more, you see a shadow appear above you, and it's the one and only jing yuan. "do you need help?" he asks, holding his arm out for you as support. you take it gladly, pulling yourself up by grabbing onto his (big) forearm. "thank you," you dust yourself off, checking your side for any rips in your stitches. "now," you begin, letting out a shaky breath, "i think... i think we're overdue for a chat."

⎯ you knew jing yuan. you'd like to know him now. jing yuan knew you too, and now—judging by the look on his face—he'd like to know you too.

god i've missed the hc's so much. like i'm truly going back to my roots here. be honest did y'all miss the hc's too or was that just me????

POPS IN AND SHAKES YOU

BAMBI. you are the next one on my list to convert to a hsr / genshin papa enthusiast >:)

bambi…. do u have any thoughts abt hsr and genshin papas (twirling my hair as i type)

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HONAKI STAR RAIL MEN AS DADS — VARIOUS HSR.

ft. jing yuan, blade, dan heng, aventurine x fem! reader (separate)

content. literally so much fluff u can consider ssfw (super sfw), BUT is kinda suggestive, established relationship (marriage), dan heng’s part is slightly il dan heng, lots of mentions of pregnancy, parental au, somewhat a headcannon w little blurbs in between !!!!, lots & lots of kisses, pet names used for reader, not proofread

notes. IM SO SRRY IT TOOK THIS LONG; hopefully i cooked/redeemed myself w this 😞🙏 made a specially for @neuvistar — maryse !! i also made the writing smaller bc i don’t want it to look longer (srry if it’s hard to read :’)) i doubt myself w this idk if it’s even good (i cut off half of the characters i was gonna write bc i honestly idk 😾 & i did some of them dirty IM SORRY) </3 but i actually do have thoughts, but i hate when i have smt in mind & i js can’t seem to write it down SHAKES YOU IN FRUSTRATION

JING YUAN — is literally father and daddy coded you cannot persuade me that he isn’t (i will throw hands at you) he’s super sweet and gentle with you before and after your pregnancy, he’ll actually probably treat you the same after you get your children — although maybe he’ll be more patient. overall he’s on the chiller dad side. personally, jing yuan would naturally know how to handle his children even when they’re a few hours after birth. he would cradle them with so much care and gentleness like your baby is made of fragile glass. but what’s to expect? he has yanqing to deal with in the first place.

JING YUAN — would be the man to kiss your forehead multiple times during pregnancy, he’ll actually transform into a male wife, he’ll also go as far as canceling all of his meetings and not give a damn about each one, even if you tried telling him to; he’s stick by your side like super glue. he’s SO reassuring. it’s a shame fu xuan had to deal with a man like him, he’ll never focus properly even if he went to work. all he has on his mind is you and his soon-to-be little versions of you and him.

“take it easy, love. i’ll be right by your side if you need me.”

JING YUAN — who would and will have two daughters, he’s such a girl dad i can see it. i feel like he wouldn’t (??) have twins, just like one child at a time, a very supportive dad. he could easily cheer up his daughters anytime, like when they trip, fall, scrap their knee, need help on homework, need assistance on changing, and so much more.

JING YUAN — who takes naps with his daughters anywhere, anytime. his daughters definitely inherited their father’s love for sleep (and his lazy personality), they enjoy sleeping just like their sleep deprived father. you’ll as often walk in on the three sleeping together — the children wrapped in jing yuan’s warm, muscular arms. unfortunately, you go a long way just to wake up your husband, what makes you think waking up your husband and two more lazy children that have the same ego as their father help?

“mommyy… 5 mor’…”

“mhm, what she said… just 5 more minutes, darling… how about you join us..?

JING YUAN — spoils his daughters. he doesn’t spoil them too much, or else they’ll grow up to be greedy, so he’ll spoil them just a right amount that they know how to behave properly when receiving something thoughtful. he cherishes the moments he gets to spend with you and the children together — he occasionally schedules times so he can get home at a specific time to spend with his family. eating dinner, playing games, and just enjoying his family. on rare occasions, his girls will wake up early and even come to your’s and jing yuan’s bedroom to wake you two up in the morning! leading to a huge cuddle session and cute babbling from your mix of you and jing yuan.

BLADE — is quite the dad, actually. he obviously won’t show it, but he’s in between being extremely nervous and extremely excited on being a dad. he’s not sure if it’ll be worth the shot even being a father, due to all of the trauma and greif he’s had in his life. but after he met you, he’s started to diminish his need to disappear. additionally, you’ll be there to reassure him.

BLADE — is a very good father. like before, he’s nervous, but he has soft spot for you — which means he has an even softer spot for his own children. he’s a girl dad; one daughter and i can see it. he takes REAL good care of her when she’s just minutes out the womb. just the way blade’s eyes softened so much and his mouth slight gaped can tell how blade sees his beautiful daughter. the man to tuck his girl’s stray hairs out of her face and kiss her face afterwards.

“she looks just like me..”

BLADE — who's so gentle with his daughter. despite being a wanted criminal who fights with much skill and discipline, it’s a true surprise to see him so vulnerable while using his rough hands to softly cradle his daughter who’s ten times smaller than him. he’ll let his daughter play with his bangs and long luscious hair, even if he has to brush it all over again. he doesn’t give a single care about his hair, as long as his daughter gets her entertainment. he’ll let her slap his face, squish his cheeks, bump his nose, whatever (he probably wouldn’t let them all slide). on some days, when blade’s not running around and escaping from soldiers, he lets his daughter go ALL out on him. the two will definitely play — dress up, dolls, tea party’s, and much, much more (but it’s not like he can say no).

BLADE — who unfortunately “becomes” a pretty princess once his daughter gets to work. neon clips, silky ribbons, fake makeup, pink hair ties, jewelry, everything. and when you witness it, it’s more than difficult to hold in your laugh.

“blade!… blade?-”

“don’t.”

BLADE — is a pretty accurate protective father, but sometimes, it’s not even his protectiveness that’s acting. just a small glance or look from him can scare any boy from staying near or close your daughter. you remind him constantly to give his daughter some freedom, but what’s he gonna do if he’s doing nothing — but staring at the boy? it’ll take time for him to accept a guy that your daughter actually really likes and wants to be with, but don’t worry, blade will be “kind” enough to do it for his daughter. but don’t expect him to accept a man so easily (and the man to accept a dad-in-law so… scary), he’ll definitely have them take a “trial” on something to be able to be his daughter’s lover. heads up, if any guy hurts his daughter in any way, physically, mentally, or emotionally, they better count their days.

DAN HENG — is literally the sweetest dad to ever have, it’s tooth rottening. he’s like the entire package. he’ll make sure his children get a good education, live in a good environment, provide them with a decent life style, and hope they grow up to be amazing people (i’m crying rn). but before actually receiving you giving birth to your child, dan heng was the biggest nervous thing ever. he never thought to ever have a child of his own, and doubt how he’ll have to work it out. but you reassured him, and true to your words, he was.

DAN HENG — stays by your side almost all the time during your pregnancy. even when he had lots of trailblazing with the crew, he insisted to stay back to care for you and his future children. fortunately, he was allowed to by himeko and welt — unfortunately for march 7th and the trailblazer, they were missing a member to provoke. he can and will do everything and anything for you; the whole princess treatment. need water? right on top of your bed stand. need a pillow? he’s already rushing for a spare one. need something to eat? he’s already provided it (breakfast in bed guys). don’t forget the cuddles on the side, he’ll provide that anytime. his cuddles are literally so warm it warms up your body in the process, he’s like your personal heater. dan heng will definitely rub soothing circles on the belly — he knows it gets difficult to be a mother (not by experience guys get it out of your head), so he hopes all his acts of service helps you.

“shhh… take it easy love.”

DAN HENG — would have 2 children, a son and a daughter. unless it’s il dan heng, then that’s something else. i’d say the son is the oldest, although i don’t exactly 100% see it. there will be tears when he gets to see his very first child, holding them like it’s like his very last chance of living. he’ll immediately kiss your forehead after you’ve given birth to your and his’ child, promising to care for your son (and future daughter) ‘till the day he dies. he’ll also be by your side when your in the process of delivering your child. rubbing circles on your hands, lightly hushing and kissing you, intertwining hands, and saying the most supportive and loving words ever. and you maybe even cried during it because you can’t believe to have such an amazing husband like dan heng by your side (i’m crying again). additionally, the way his heart and eyes melted when you send him a small smile and slowly closed your eyes to rest.

DAN HENG — who like blade, would let his children play with his hair. sometimes, he’d transform into his vidyadhara and let his children play with his long hair; clipping clips, tying his hair, fashioning it, etc. i guess the son wouldn’t be so into that, but he’ll help his sister dress up their father. you melt whenever you happen to see your little toddlers play and try to chase after their father’s dragon tail. careful not to have them trip or fall, dan heng enjoys teaseing them and having them run after his tail — like a puppy, hoping that they manage to catch his tail and play atop it. i also can’t help but think of the thought dan heng would have his tail “turn” into a slide for his little children! they would just slide down and run back to their father for another round until they’re exhausted.

“hehe... again! again!”

“alright, you can slide some more, but then it’s gonna be your nap time.”

“ok, daddy!”

DAN HENG — who lovingly tucks his kids in their bed or crib when it’s their nap time, or it’s their bedtime. it’s such a heartwarming scene to witness, it could easily melt even the coldest of hearts. i think dan heng would sing them lullabies, but occasionally when he feels like it’s time for them understand the meanings of his songs. dan heng slightly blushes when he sees you in the doorway, flustering that you got to see how vulnerable he is, but that’s not a bother.

AVENTURINE — is one of the funnest and dedicated dads. he just loves his children so much, even if he has a side job, he always manages to make time for them and you. would definitely cry tears of joy and happiness when he receives them, stroking their small heads and holding them so tenderly. he loves you so much for giving him his children; he'd babble on forever about how you're such an amazing wife for working so hard for him and you, probable crying while saying all those heartwarming things. he's more than grateful to have his little children.

AVENTURINE — is such an AMAZING dad and supporter oh my goodness. he's so caring when you're a few months and/or weeks pregnant. maybe he becomes a male-wife (??), that's very visible in my brain. for awhile, he would take a break on going to the casino — to stay home and care for you. would easily decline any offer from any opponents that want to gamble. you would sometimes just wake up in the morning and hear his conversations to somebody about some business.

"no... im good... listen, for the last time, im not. please and thank you." hangs up.

"oh! mornin' babe. huh? — oh, its nothing, just some brat."

AVENTURINE — is a girl dad, but i feel like he would have one son and two daughters. he would love them all equally and take care of them so much; giving them a childhood he never managed to have. aventurine i guess i pretty known for being quite a guy, but his kids would be the sweetest ever — which he said was inherited by you. but just like their dad, they have another side (😈), they can be SO troublesome and little maniacs if they want to.

AVENTURINE — who gets tackled to the ground whenever he gets home from work by his children. it’s so cute and entertaining to see him get beaten to the ground by kids so much younger than him. they would just tackle his — grabbing his hat and coat and wearing them themselves ITS SO CUTE. additionally, i see aventurine taking the three bundles of joy to his gambling games and have them like sit on his lap and let them experience it. and also watching their dad ‘win’, is what he said. but after a couple weeks of their visits, aventurine eventually had to limit their visits because they kept exposing his cards; throwing them, playing with them, shouting out his cards, etc.

“daddy has only two more blue cards!”

“and one yellow!”

“oh! hehe… don’t shout out, love, it’s rude.”

AVENTURINE — who does the weirdest things with his kids. he would one hundred percent (sorry not sorry) dab up his son and teaches him the weirdest shit ever. like it’s kinda not surprising at all. he would also let his daughter play around with his necessary stuff. many of his other stuff needs to been hidden well, because you know, his kids are pretty curious.

hello, jing yuan, aventurine and sunday with a teen!assasin reader who was ordered by their master to kill them but couldnt and [character] took them in due to their young age and frankly them being pitiful

Another similar ask:

hiii, dr ratio aventurine and boothill with an IPC agent/assasin teen!reader?

Reader was practically forced onto assasination, is hardened and doesnt show much emotion due to their past kinda similar to bronya zaychik backstory in the azure waters manga

This post is made in combination with these two asks, so I hope you'll like this!! And thank you to the anons for their request!!<33

Content: Angst, assassination attempts, Reader is a teen assassin that has no direct origin, platonic relationships, father/older brother figures, fluff, some brainwashing on Sundays end, sfw

Characters: Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not fully proofread))

》BOOTHILL

He finds your attempt at killing him rather amusing. Maybe a bit too amusing. He laughed hysterically when he finally pinned you down with ease, thinking this was all just a joke... until he realised that you were serious.

Now, Boothill was used to people trying to off him through various ways, his robotic body the perfect proof for that, but he never had a kid try him before. And he had to admit, that you would've gotten him, if he was still fully human! Truly impressive!

He won't bother asking you where you're from or what you lead him to you in the first place. Once he gets you to settle down and hears you telling him that you can't return to your master until you kill him, he just sighs and scratches his head. Well... he doesn't really want a kid to die at the hands of their abusive master... so he supposes that he'll just have to take you in until he finds a hime for you.

He isn't put off by your emotionless behavior and even understands it very well, if anything. He doubts anyone could be happy under the harsh conditions you grew up in, but that doesn't mean that he won't try and teach you how to loosen up a bit. It doesn't occur to him over time that he never really looked out for a home for you as promised. Perhaps you have found it with him already anyway.

》SUNDAY

Sunday found your attempt quite saddening, absolutely pitiful and near pathetic, if he felt cruel that day. He felt no worry or fear, knowing that whoever sent you must've been a fool to think that a child could end him of all people, and yet, he doesn't tease nor punish you for it. It wasn't your fault that you were born to be mistreated at such a young age, after all.

He takes you under his wing as a disciple or student in a way. He wants to teach you the "truth" about life and what it means to be alive in the dreamscape. Your dreams can become true here, so why not teach you how to live on after your palms have been stained red forever?

Your emotionless and apathetic behavior does little to deter or bother him. He sees you as a child he had to save before the shadows of this sinful took over you completely. His tuning ability is not spared on you either, if that's what it takes for you to get better. He eventually starts to view you as a little sibling and is delighted when you get along with Robin.

Deep down, he will, however, always feel a little... worried that you may turn around to betray him the way you betrayed your original master by leaving him, too. But he hopes that all his lessons and the home he gave you makes you stay and be grateful for all the love and mercy he had given you

》AVENTURINE

Similar to Boothill, he finds your attempt amusing at best. Pitiful at worst, as he sees a younger him in your cold gaze. He knows he shouldn't trust you after what you just tried... but he makes a deal with you anyways, after you were forced to take a seat infront of him by some IPC guards. If you beat him in a card game, he'll let you take his life and get away with it. If you lose, then you'll have to allow him to take you in as a little "assistant" of some sort. In reality, he just wants to save you from yourself, this determination even foreign to him yet welcomed bravely.

Unsurprisingly, you lose. He jokes that it must've been due to his unbeatable luck... but he really just rigged the game a little. There was no harm in it, and if anything, he just saved your life through it. Otherwise, the IPC would've just executed you for trying to attack one of their agents. Even if Aventurine doubted, they even cared that much for him... but he won't tell you that either.

He gave you a calming, stress-free life, one far away from all the hurt and death you've been surrounded with since birth. He hears your story and perhaps even shares a part of his own, as he shows you that you are the same in a way. You don't have to kill and hurt anymore under his care, he promises you that and to a younger self he was trying to heal through it.

⭒ 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬, minors do not interact

fem reader x sunday, aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, blade + jing yuan ( separate ) ; a six character special because i just think aftercare is always a good to think about with your favs. petnames; my dear, my angel, darlin’, my love. comfort. a lot of cuddling - praise - rest. boothill picks you up. very soft aftercare moments. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

⭒ SUNDAY

sunday was particularly attentive after losing himself in you completely and he was extremely thorough in his efforts just as much. even despite the way the amber in his gaze is still a little dazed in itself, his usual perfect appearance disheveled and flushed— his first priority was still always you. he took a lot of pride in taking care of you and it was a role he seemed to step in to quite easily in your relationship.

even when his hips have come to still between your thighs, ceasing their back and forth stutter. you still feel the gentle caress and palm of his hands along your body and hips as he gazes down at you, his chest rising and falling with every shakey breath he takes as he brings himself back down from his blissful state.

it’s an almost fond look sunday gives you, like he’s examining you for any surface aches or bruises— it was quite easy for himself to lose control of himself when it came to you afterall, even despite the way he always longed for it. you seemed to untangle the more intricate parts of him quite easy so he felt it only right to make sure you were enjoying the process.

you’re blinking slowly as your eyes gaze up to meet him over you and he gives you a softer, drowsier smile before he leans in to kiss you once with the look. “you are quite astounding, my dear.” he praises, as he always does in the most intimate moments between you both— fingertips still pressing against your skin as you catch your breath and he watches you shudder as he eventually wills himself to pull out of you.

although it’s not without making a mess as sunday’s gaze is for a moment drawn to the way his cum seeps out of your spent pussy, pressing between your still sensitive folds as he sighs almost contently, watching it dampen his expensive sheets. he gets the urge to take his fingers and push it back from where it came, but he notices the tremble of your thighs and decides to spare you the overstimulation… this time.

hes still kneeling between your spread legs but his eyes flicker up to you once more to notice you already looking, drowsily.

“i think it is safe to assume you are quite pleased, or am i wrong to assume as such? although it may be hard to deny given your previous… reactions, hm?” sunday leans in to have you both share another kiss as he asks, he knows the answer, but he still enjoys feeling you murmur against his lips as you nod out a yes.

although despite how he’s still flushed, it’s swift the way he pushes himself to rest at the edge of the bed— reaching for the damp cloth that he’d set out for you before you’d both began as he begins to clean up your shared mess. he wipes you gently, paying particular attention the the small hisses you make as he slows his movements and you appreciate the care he takes.

resting it aside again before he rewards you with another kiss and it makes your lashes flutter.

“is there something i may fetch for you? you need only ask and it is yours.” sunday’s voice calls you from your half asleep state of mind as you look up at him, although it also encourages you to roll closer to where he’s resting half on the bed as you answer.

“no, i’m okay for now. a little sticky though and sleepy.” your voice is slightly worn still from your cries of his name earlier— he can still remember those sweet sounds. but you’re dreamier now, blinking up at him adorably and it makes him hum contently as a means of acknowledgment.

you lean into sunday’s touch quite eagerly when you feel his palm rest against your cheek for a moment, swiping at the skin before he’s pushing himself to stand and you watch him as he crosses the room — comfortable in his nudity after your many shared nights together.

he doesn’t go far, making his way to the bathroom to flick on the light before you lose sight of him slightly. instead hearing him quietly start the shower for you both and adjusting the heat no doubt, to the exact temperature you like before you see his figure return and his hand outstretches to reach for you as you rest in his sheets.

you don’t hesitate to let sunday take your hand as he comes closer, “are you able to stand, my angel? or would you like me to escort you, it sh’ant be a problem— either way i assure you you’ll be repaid thoroughly for your efforts.”

you watch him as he brings your hand to his lips with his words, pressing a quick kiss against the instead of your wrist before he’s peppering a softer few half way up the length of your forearm and it makes you burn with the affection he bathes you in.

you push yourself up to meet sunday as he wraps you in him — supporting you as a means to make sure you’re steady on your feet, you use it as an excuse to remain close to him. “i think im okay, just a little shakey. hold me?” you’re aware it’s a simple request but you also know that he’ll be more than eager to fulfil it as he presses you close to him, leading you along the elegant space of his bedroom as his hands hold you tightly.

his gaze remains on you completely, proudly as he admires you—

“if you insist, nonetheless i will stay by your side.”

⭒ AVENTURINE

the moments that lingered afterwards with aventurine were careful, but still with that underlay of sweet intimacy that always seemed to curl its way between you both. he took it seriously and with that you did the same, always taking it as the opportunity to care for eachother and make sure the other was doing okay after giving so much between you both.

but it starts slow— you’re trembling beneath him where you’re resting now, feeling his cock softening inside of your still twitching walls as his lips trace against your throat gently. you can feel every breath he takes along your spit-soaked nerves as you both lie there— quietly, despite your shared breathing and you feel his hair trace ticklishly across your collarbones as he leans into you.

you both bask in it, the careful sort of atmosphere that settles over you both before eventually aventurine makes the first move, sighing before he speaks against the crook of your neck. “well that was quite the show.” he follows it with a soft chuckle before he pulls back and his eyes are on yours immediately. “nicely done, as expected.”

his words make you smile, softly as you gaze up at him and you take note of the way his hands still seem to be holding you, massaging gently at where they hold you like he’s soothing any unease that may be left behind.

although you’re not sure he even realises he’s doing it himself, he still had his moments of intimacy that were quite difficult for him to express.

aventurine sighs again, although it’s more of a drowsy, content sound than one of annoyance before he carefully slips his cock out of you. he watches you closely as he does, takes note of the crease of your brows at the sensitivity before he’s offering you a soft squeeze to your ankle as a means to settle you, and it does, for the most part despite the way you’re still throbbing at your lingering pleasure.

he realises himself that he’s staring before you point it out and he clears his throat after a few moments before pushing himself to the edge of the bed, “but before anything else, let’s get you cleaned up.” the usual soft tone he uses seems to return as he reaches to quickly grab a damp cloth from the side of the bed.

it’s not that aventurine was always this prepared but he normally had one atleast within reach if he knew there was a chance he would need it, and there always was when it came to you. although you both know it’s not expected, you both share an appreciation for that too.

but before he reaches for you again he waits, not quite touching you yet as he lifts his gaze to meet yours again and you offer him another one your soft, drowsy smiles when you realise. “its okay.” you hum, granting him what he seeks.

it was a careful push and pull, but it was appreciated.

so with that, aventurine begins to move softly— using one hand to move your thighs as he wipes you down with the damp cloth. making sure his movements are careful but also light enough not to hurt you as he peeks at you through swipes, “if it’s too much, just say the word.” he hums, and you do too in aknowledgement.

it doesn’t take him long before he’s done and he communicates that with another squeeze to your ankle before you’re pouting at the loss of his touch a moment later. he notices the expression immediately,

“why the long face?” aventurine drawls, tilting his head at you, but the usual sly look on his face seems to waver with his next question. “does something hurt?”

you answer quite quickly given the implication, “come here?” and your arms out stretch to reach for him as you do.

you almost see his shoulders drop in relief as soon as he realises the innocence to your request and ofcourse it’s one that he’s quite eager to fulfil. so aventurine does, he finds himself crawling over you once more— although it’s different this time even in your shared nudity, it’s with another intention.

but he makes sure to tease you softly regardless, “oh? and here i thought you’d had enough already. then again, ill take it as a compliment.” aventurine smiles, softly as his eyes glimmer beneath the dim lights in his extravagant bedroom and it makes you grumble before reaching up to wrap your arms around him.

he chuckles as you mumble something ineligible under your breath, but he’s sure it was some tight lipped retort so he responds charmingly. “fine.. fine, do your worst.”

although aventurine seems to melt into you almost immediately as you hug into him and he welcomes it by wrapping his arms beneath your waist all the same, taking his previous place against the crook of your neck again before you hum.

“comfy?” you ask, earnestly and you’re sure you feel his lips smile from where they’re pressed against your skin before he answers.

“that’s inevitable. i might even consider this one of my more worthwhile gambles.” aventurine squeezes at your waist as he responds, hugging you a little closer while you keep him pressed over you and you feel quite comfortable despite the way you both still need to really wash the sweat off of you.

but for now this is fine, “cuddling is hardly a gamble, you win regardless.” you giggle— seemingly getting a little of your energy back and it makes the gambler over you coo, chuckling airily.

“don’t misunderstand, it was a mere reminder.” for anyone else it may seem like a cold sort of response, he knows that— so aventurine makes sure to accompany it with a gentle kiss beneath your ear before he follows it with what he really means to say.

“but yes, you could say victory is assured. although i can’t say i don’t enjoy reaping the rewards.” you squeeze your arms around him as you listen, like you’re acknowledging the compliment and you do truly appreciate it— appreciate him and the gentle sort of intimacy that you both seem to have fallen into.

its almost like you had no choice in falling into eachother, it happened naturally— like fate willed it to.

but the comfort aventurine seems to bring you now makes your limbs feel suddenly heavy as you yawn beneath him, “do you want to get up?” you ask— and you’re sure he’s already aware of what you want his answer to be when he offers you another whisper of a kiss against your throat.

you’re sure he’s smirking,

“this suits me just fine.”

⭒ DR RATIO

there was always a certain seriousness to ratio’s aftercare routine, a certain intricacy that you found great comfort in as you both rest intertwined together now. his body is well trained afterall and a few aches are to be expected given his stature which is why he takes extra care in the moments that linger afterwards.

it’s quiet between you both, asides from your own shared breathes and the way you can hear your heart thudding against your chest, you half wonder if the man over you can hear it too. his hips are still resting snug and tight against yours and you can still feel the steady throb of his cock as it rests inside of you— softening almost in time with your breathes as his bangs fall handsomely over his gaze.

“if you have any particularly troublesome aches please let them be known before they get out of hand, the sooner we identify them the easier they are to deal with.” the look ratio gives you is gentle as he remains leaning over you, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he wills you to answer his question. your voice is still a little scratchy in your throat, strained from the moans and cries of the very man’s names a few moments ago but still you manage it.

“just the usual things i think, i don’t really know right now.”

“very well, we mustn’t soil the bed more than we already have. a bath may suffice, wouldn’t you agree? i’ll be sure to get started on it immediately.” he moves from over you quickly but gently, making sure to soothe you as he pulls his cock from your puffy folds and taking a moment to admire the way his cum follows him before soaking the sheets beneath you.

ratio huffs at that a little, but he’s quick to put it out of his mind when he feels you hiss slightly— the aches settling in no doubt as he moves to lean against the headboard. his muscled arm rests outstretched and you don’t hesitate to gently roll yourself towards it, as he knew you would and he welcomes you, letting you curl up into his chest as you rest in the space between his bicep and his shoulder.

“don’t go right now.” your voice calls softly and it makes ratio hum beside you immediately, large palms smoothing and squeezing along the planes of your body like he’s vigilant he’s hurt you in some way— although he was probably more aware of your limits than he is his own. you just blink up at him,

“something the matter?” he asks curtly when you don’t continue, a smooth drawl that makes you curl into him a little closer and he welcomes you with another squeeze.

“no, i just want to rest for a bit longer.” it’s an innocent little statement— it was true there was no rush for him to leave, he was quite comfortable having you against him. his fingertips press gently beneath your chin as he tilts your head up towards his own and he leans in, a movement you welcome quite eagerly—

“well.. in just a moment then. will that suffice?” ratio grumbles before he’s leaning in to kiss you on the lips, then another as the next lingers a little longer — twisting into the give of your mouth as his tongue teases yours. but in an instant, he’s pulling away and you can’t help but find yourself pouting about it.

the muscles in his chest bounce as he scoffs at your new expression, charmingly, as his bangs fall along his face again and he truly did resemble one of the most beautiful sculptures beneath you. expertly carved lines and muscle, handsome features but they were truly timeless. he makes a show of clearing his throat when he notices you staring,

“you should rest, my dear. i’ll call for you when it’s ready, until then just… just be gentle with yourself, won’t you? overexertion isn’t good for anyone.” ratio’s gaze is soft and assuring when he speaks but his words only urge you to cuddle in a little closer and he continues to do the exact opposite of what he says he’s going to as you do.

“i will… but you’re really comfy right now so you can’t move.” you blink up at him, sleepy and still dazed from the remnants of your lingering pleasure.

so he rests there, just for a little while longer, maybe due to the way he’s still feeling a little softer himself from his own orgasm but he doesn’t mind it too much. your head rests against ratio’s shoulder and you feel his arm around you begin to trace softly along the length of your spine.

you know he’ll get up soon— he couldn’t quite stand to rest in his own sweat and fluids but you’re sure the intimacy will continue when you’re both resting in the warm press of the bath water, he always makes sure to fill it with your favourite soak after your nights together. he looks at you again, you’re sure there’s a million thoughts behind his eyes but his full attention remains on you,

“very well, i guess that fits within the bounds of reason considering your current state. but only for a moment, you will be much more comfortable when we are through cleaning up, of that i can assure you.”

⭒ BOOTHILL

boothill couldn’t help but take aftercare seriously — especially knowing the capabilities of his body and it was near impossible for him not too get a little carried away in the moments he’s watching your reactions. so he always felt it to be a sort of apology afterwards for being so rough with you, not that you were ever one to complain but he also liked the way you seemed to cling to him a little tighter too.

you feel the cool metal press of the galaxy ranger’s palms squeeze at your thighs as he presses them down on the mattress beneath you— admiring the way your slick is coating the metal of his cock and giving it a sheen that he’s sure would get his heart racing if he still had one.

sometimes boothill almost feels it still beat like a phantom pain of sorts, although it tends to be everytime he looks at you rather than just now. but you’re blinking up at him real pretty from where you’re pressing your head back into the pillows— wet eyed and dazed from your orgasm and he’s pretty sure that look alone would’ve made it skip a few beats aswell.

“din’t hurt ya did i, darlin’? almost got me carried away with how fudgin’ sweet ya were lookin’ back there.” his words carry an affectionate sort of drawl as his hands continue to massage and palm at your skin, gently as he lets you settle.

“i’m okay, don’t worry— it felt really good.” you’re smiling up at boothill as you answer, letting a small airy sort of laugh fall from your lips and he can’t help but hum in appreciation at the praise from you.

he nods at you, although the smile on his lips is hard to miss as he does, “yeah, that’s good.” and his fingers continue to squeeze at your body— making their way higher up the planes of your skin until he’s pinching at your waist playfully and it makes your legs kick out slightly at the ticklish touch. it only takes a moment before he’s closing the distance to share a few playful kisses with you, humming. “ya take it real well, y’ know that? fudge— can’t say i ain’t crazy for it.”

there’s a certain softness to boothill as he pecks at your skin between your giggles, leaning into your hands as they reach up to cup his cheeks and pull him closer. until he eventually (unfortunately) begins to ease himself from you, although his hands remain on your body as he does— you almost don’t notice the way his movements have turned to affectionate brushes of your skin instead, soothing you as he pulls out,

but you do notice that he seems a little lost in thought before he speaks again.

“ya really are somethin’ special, ain’t ya?” its a quiet confession, barely audible given the way you’re still a little cloudy in your hormone-drunken state, but it still makes your breathing hitch slightly. boothill only seems to emphasis his thought process by leaning in to give you a longer kiss with his next breath, breathing into you before he’s finally (begrudgingly) pulling away completely and outstretching his hand towards you.

he shows you one of his more charming grins as he pushes himself to the edge of the bed and you find yourself drawn to him almost immediately as you turn onto your side. “how ‘bout we get ya cleaned up, huh? just gotta leave it all t’ me.”

boothill points his free hand towards his chest as he nods assuringly— not that it was ever something you questioned, you were aware that he’d do whatever you asked. but you still appreciate the fact that in your most vulnerable, intimate moments, he had no trouble reminding you of that.

it makes something bloom in your chest when your hand reaches out to rest in his, and he helps you to the edge of your bed with a gentleness that some may find to be misplaced for the galaxy ranger. but you find it to be quite normal yourself,

“i’ll take care of ya, sweetheart. lil unsteady on the ole feet i bet, ain’t that right?”

boothill welcomes you into his arms quite easily, the heavy machinery of his body only emphasising his strength when he has no trouble moving you closer to him. but even now, he still treats your body kindly— well aware of your sensitive state as he gathers you against his chest and it’s with little effort that he’s able to lift you against him.

despite how others may see it— you found the press of metal against your overheating, naked body to be grounding, and that alone was enough to warm you from the inside out as you hug yourself closer into your lovers chest. your eyes flutter drowsily as he begins to walk you both to the bathroom and you feel him hum when he pulls you close enough for him to rest his lips against your temple.

you can feel him smiling softly as he speaks,

“hold tight, ain’t a chance i’m droppin’ ya.”

⭒ BLADE

blade was most times rough whenever you both slept together— sharp edges and blunt thrusts until you’re reduced to something drooling and trembling beneath his huge body. but despite all that, more so because of that, he tried to take care of you after as best as he could.

in his own type of way and you found that in itself to be quite charming.

you feel the aches begin to settle beneath your skin quite quickly as blade pulls back from his place caging you against the bed. his large palms smooth along the underside of your thighs when he finally allows them to fall from where he had them folded against your chest.

but not without holding you gently as he sets them down— stroking affectionately at your ankle while he does. “is there something you require?” he seems to try to deliberately soften his voice as he asks, but it still comes out as a sort of low growl given the effort he’s just put into fucking you into the mattress.

still, you manage to give blade a look, a softer sort of one that’s still a little wet-eyed from your orgasm and the load that’s currently seeping out from between your folds. you blink, still feeling a little dreamy and shakey but his hand remains wrapped around your ankle as he waits for your answer, kneeling between your spread thighs.

“water would be nice and a wet cloth.” you hum softly as you move, pushing yourself deeper into the mattress in the stellaron hunters room before he grunts in acknowledgment. it’s almost instantly the way he moves himself to the edge of the bed before he goes to stand, quite comfortable in his nudity as his now soft cock rests against his thigh.

“then i shall see to it.” it was quite charming honestly, the ways in which blade tried to give you what you required without a second thought at all.

but he still seems to be a little confused when he feels your hand wrap around his arm before he can push himself up off of the mattress completely, turning to give you a questioning look and a grunt over his shoulder.

“in a second though, can we just stay like this for a bit first?” your words are like a soft little plea and after a few shared blinks between you and blade, he urges himself in the bed next to you as he props up a few pillows against the headboard. he helps you rest back on them like you’ve been gravely injured in a fight.

“as you wish.” he mumbles and part of you wants to giggle at how cute he seems. but you only wriggle closer to find yourself cuddling up against his chest instead as he sighs, letting his back rest against the headboard while you send him a still wobbly, pleased grin from where you’re resting against him.

blade’s always a little stiff at first, like he’s trying to figure out how he should act when he’s got you pressed against his chest— your fingertips restlessly stroking against the muscle beneath you. eventually he’ll relax, give into your body heat and let himself just be for a bit and you think that’s when you really find it hard to even keep yourself awake as he watches you.

you hum as you feel your eyes closing, rolling your cheek against blade’s chest and something similar to a whimper falls from your lips when you try to get comfortable, suddenly aware of the sensitivity between your thighs as you do.

but blade’s voice sounds quite quickly given your reaction— although quiet as his fingers swipe featherlight across your cheek, meant as a means to soothe you. “careful now.” he grumbles as he watches you before letting his arm push beneath you to move you into a comfier position himself.

it’s quite nice actually, to feel almost cradled by the stellaron hunter as he holds you close enough to let you bury his face in the crook of his neck. you show your appreciation for the help with a little kiss pressed against his collarbone before he speaks once more,

“you may rest as long as you need.” blade assures you, like he’s happy to rest there— unmoving if it means you got to nap comfily against him. you appreciate that.

you sigh, “i’m definitely tired now.” a given considering the positions and the… energy that’s been consumed the last hour (atleast). but blade seems as well put together as always, he only seems to offer you a squeeze in acknowledgment as his hand rests on your hips.

“yes, you handle it quite well. i’m impressed.” the praise is a low rumble and as much as he was never one to overbearingly shower you in affection and kind words; you appreciate that he kept it for moments such as this one. when you’re both skin to skin and still coming down from your shared orgasms as you push yourself up to give him a quick kiss as thanks.

it’s a movement he meets quite early as his lips press hungrily against yours once more,

“i will be here as long as you require.”

⭒ JING YUAN

jing yuan was always particularly clingy after sex— a characteristic that you could put down to the fact he always seemed to be even sleepier than he usually is in his post orgasm state. although, it is quite difficult to deny him of such luxuries like a nap when his large body is encompassing you al ong with his natural body heat as he hugs you into him.

he would will himself to get out of bed to clean you up eventually, but it always proved a near impossible task when he’d feel you wrap yourself around him.

“you are still as beautiful as always, even now.” jing yuan breathes from where he’s resting over stop of you— sweaty and panting before he’s leaning himself down to place a gentle kiss to your temple. you’re still somewhat melting into the blankets beneath you but your post-orgasm haze only seems emphasised by the general’s off-guard compliment, leaving you an even bigger mess beneath him.

although, he does find his means of flustering you as amusing as ever before he’s falling down onto the mattress beside you with a soft huff. it only takes a moments before his muscled arm is finding its way around you, but he’s perceptive to the way you squirm slightly as you try to move closer.

you find the mess jing yuan’s left between your thighs to be quite troublesome given the sensitivity that he was able to draw out of you, it makes you almost wriggle to your side of the bed instead of closer to his chest like you normally would.

but the general stops you before you can, not quite ready to let you go yet as he quickly— albeit gently reaches his arm around your waist before he’s pulling you by his side once more with a soft sigh. “going somewhere? and so soon, my dear?” he smiles down at you, affectionately as he admires your still nude figure and the way it presses so warm against his own.

the dazed look in your eyes is still present but if anything, it only makes jing yuan even more hesitant to let you go without him— he’s not sure you’ll even be able to stand on your own. so instead, he finds himself indulging in a few more slow, lazy kisses peppered against your features. until you’re giggling drowsily at the way they tickle and he relents.. but only a little.

he narrows his eyes down at you dreamily, weighed down by his own drowsiness, “you put on quite the impressive show, it would be shameful of me not to show my appreciation for your continuous efforts.” there’s a soft glow in his gaze as your own lifts to meet it, blinking slowly but still— you can’t help but feel like he’s luring you to cuddle in closer.

ignoring the exhaustion and the stickiness that coats you both, you still offer him a playful scoff. “appreciation? you’re just looking for an excuse to nap.” jing yuan laughs at that, although he takes a moment to let himself rest even deeper into the pillows beneath you both as he does, like he’s proving your point.

not that he minds much, not when you’re what’s making him so tired all of a sudden. you had a way of comforting him in that regard.

but jing yuan’s arm hugs tightly around you in response before he speaks, “oh? was that the impression i gave you? simply resting my eyes would be more fitting.” his words make you smile from where you’re pressing against him, although you’re becoming much too happy in your current state as your own lashes flutter— fighting to stay awake. he notices that, ofcourse he does, “although one may assume you seem quite insistent on joining me.” he teases.

“you’re luring me in that’s why, we should clean up before we’re stuck here.” it was hard to refute the facts when you’re quite obviously melting in to the huge press of the general’s body. although considering he’s deliberately wrapped himself around you like a huge blanket, you find it to be quite unfair odds.

but you’re sure jung yuan’s wearing an almost smug look on his face as you nuzzle closer, his voice taking a softer sort of tone when he speaks next— leaning in to rest his lips against your temple as he does.

“now now, my dear, you simply seemed quite comfortable, is all. it would be a shame for us to waste such a perfect opportunity..” his palms move next, large and warm as they trail along the exposed skin that he’s just spent hours exploring and he squeezes, just enough to feel it move beneath his palm— like a soft, lazier massage of sorts.

jing yuan’s voice continues, words buried in your skin between kisses and you’d almost mistake it for a lullaby given the way it soothes you, “i think we have earned atleast that, wouldn’t you agree? all i want is for you to be at ease afterall.” it’s becoming increasingly harder for you to keep yourself awake, enough so that you can’t even bring yourself to respond as you dose off.

but still, you could always rely on the general to tend to his responsibilities before he allowed himself to truly relax as he lets his gaze sweep admiringly along your nude figure once more.

“you needn’t worry, i will handle everything else soon enough.”

WHAT DOES THEIR CAMERA ROLL LOOK LIKE?

❀ ꒰warnings꒱. boothill backstory spoilers, not proofread ಥ_ಥ

𖧷 characters. jing yuan, blade, dr ratio, ruan mei, aventurine, sunday, boothill

☆彡 notes. aventurine 🤝 boothill — being some of the most gay ass mfs i’ve seen in a hyv game (apart from bronya and seele) seriously their flamboyance still gives me whiplash…anyways this has been on my mind for months now but i’ve never gotten around to writing it!!! >_<

JING YUAN 𐚁 景元

[◉"] 2,304 photos, 83 videos

⌖ if you scroll really fast down or up his gallery, all you’ll actually manage to see is splotches of pink, blonde and silver

⌖ everything ranges from cute candid shots of yanqing (he takes multiple if yanqing’s fallen asleep while on duty), to sneaky pictures of fu xuan as she’s working where he’s in the foreground doing peace signs — the final picture of course being her looking at the camera lense directly to glare up at him

⌖ reaching weekends when he’s slightly a little more free or allows himself a small break to stroll around town, his camera roll is either filled with pictures of food he’s eaten or swords that yanqing may or not definitely ask about that he’s now more inclined to buy as he’s seen them in person (he’s a boy dad who loves spoiling his child, alright?)

⌖ the large majority of his photos unfortunately are work related, only really the recent ones being deleted from his gallery to clear up some space

⌖ however, while his photos are preoccupied with either his two kids or random scrolls with messy and rushed handwriting, each video is of you; jing yuan thinks a picture would belittle your beauty too much.

⌖ he needs something a little more real, a little more active and animated to help him quell the chirping loneliness that creeps up on his heart whenever you’re away from him for a prolonged period of time; if he’s feeling particularly mischievous he might sneak a quick but blurry picture of himself to send to you ♡

BLADE 𐚁 刃

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⌖shit is BARREN. literally a complete EMPTY VOID. if you snatched his phone somehow you’d assume he just got it despite him not having changed it ever since he received one

⌖ perhaps on the occasion you’ll find a cameo picture from one of the stellaron hunters as his phone is left unoccupied and someone decided to blast his entire gallery with their face (silverwolf specifically just hacks into his phone to keep putting random screenshots he’s never taken in his gallery to make him believe he’s taken them)

⌖ maybe sometimes he’ll screenshot different ways to die or health clinic locations he can avoid when he’s fortunately bleeding out but otherwise? nothing.

⌖ if you’re a massive yapper and love sending him pictures, he won’t go out of his way to download them for later usage (whatever that may be…) but he also won’t go out of his way to delete it if it’s accidentally automatically downloaded on his phone — maybe elios intended for it to be there?

⌖ it’s quite nice having a reminder of his significant other where he doesn’t have to actively listen to their voice… that’s a little exaggerative; but he loves just mapping out the features in your face, it helps him sleep just the slightest bit better with no ailment if he’s able to trace your features like a constellation on his blank, dark wall

DR RATIO 𐚁 真理医生

[◉"] 1000 photos, 100 videos

⌖ call it a form of ocd, but he NEEDS to have a decent ratio (i didn’t even mean for this to be a pun i’m so sorry) of his photos to videos; he doesn’t care if it’s 10:1, 2:1 1:5, he needs something that’s at least somewhat pleasing to the eyes

⌖ ratio immediately deleted anything he doesn’t need or thinks he won’t find use in for at the very least the month (this includes every single cameo shot aventurine or you have taken of yourselves on his phone without his permission, which by the way, he didn’t hesitate to scold you two for)

⌖ maybe if he’s feeling particularly loving (when is he ever?) he’ll allow ONE picture to stay.

⌖ his camera roll is purely filled with test results, written exams, student emails he needs to read over, things concerning the guild or the ipc and secret purchases of ducks he’s made (he’s not ashamed, he just doesn’t want you to know he’s buying ducks that are bigger in size every time so he can fill your shared bathroom)

⌖ realistically, maintaining such a perfect ratio of photos:videos is rather impossible unless you’ve got impeccable timing with things you save and delete so, in order to bypass this, ratio made a photo library to help serve as a base number of sorts

⌖ that photo library is of course a secret and locked haven filled with pictures and videos of you, none of which you can even recall taking. all of them hold at least some sort of significance to the both of you, but the ones that dr ratio loves the most is the ones that are just natural

⌖ the ones that show you being yourself, whether it’s where you’re cuddled up near a blanket reading something with a leg hiked up over the sheets or where you’re sleeping with your mouth wide open because you’re sick and unable to breathe through your nose properly; he loves it all

RUAN MEI 𐚁 阮•梅

[◉"] 505 photos, 28 videos

⌖ she tries to keep it as neat as possible; that means no sneaky pics taken of her by you, accidental blurry shots she’s taken (god forbid, those ones are immediately scrapped and done anew especially if related to an experiment of hers) thought that doesn’t mean she clears it in the regular

⌖ ruan mei actively saves any photo you send her, sometimes she’ll even screenshot the chat itself if she finds herself clutching at her heart as she swoons over a few lines of flirting that apparently you couldn’t hold yourself back from due to how much you missed her

⌖ she’s not someone really sentimental so despite having photos of her little cake-cat hybrids, she rarely ever rechecks them unless the trailblazer sent another report on their status to match

⌖ honestly her memory is impeccable to the point she doesn’t even need screenshot reminders of things like dates and experiments saved (would it even be called machine reductionist to call her a walking computer model at this point?) therefore, anything she saves that’s work or science related probably has more intricacies that she can account for

⌖ her gallery is a little boring otherwise. for someone of her morally grey standards you’d expect at least something worth mentioning, maybe even something dumb like a secret recipe she uses to make the sweetest (anti-truth serum…) pastries but no— nothing.

yet the reason for that is very blatant; not even her beloved has the privilege to witness her mendacity.

AVENTURINE 𐚁 砂金

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⌖ it’s a complete and utter mess to say the very least; dr ratio refuses to so much as glance at it whenever he’s near and topaz just gets an ick:

“how do you even manage to find anything?”

“luck.”

⌖ his photos range from absurd, to sweet to egotistical. things that remind him of you such as random rocks he finds, alcoholic beverages that have the same colour scheme of an outfit you wore the night before, an animal he saw that he swears if reincarnation was real would so be you

⌖ he has a specific library for just solely screenshots based off your chats, most of them including a significant amount of “i love yous” and goodbyes that promised a little something more when you met up next; everything that aventurine utterly cherished and craved

⌖ …and then the rest was either him showing the background of him photobombing others, pictures he took to send to you (or one of the ipc members to piss them off, sometimes even the trailblazer for a cheeky laugh) and on the even more popular occasion, all his extraordinary wins whether it be in poker, pool or uno

⌖ compared to his photos, his videos are slightly more interesting. a near 50/50 split that ranged between him telling dumbass jokes to piss off his coworkers, recordings of the back of dr ratio’s and or topaz’s head just for the future laughs (he likes the reminder that he does actually have friends and they aren’t just deliberate hallucinations born of loneliness).

⌖ but of course, all his “favourited” videos involve you somehow. sometimes it’s just a slip of your name while he’s sneakily recording a meeting, him telling you he misses you or vice versa, other times it’s just when he feels like he has a home. you snuggled up on his chest, hands intertwined together as your breathing nearly synchronises with him…moments where he feels as though he could forget the trademark imprinted onto his neck.

SUNDAY 𐚁 星期日

[◉"] 777 photos, 111 videos

⌖ now as much as i want to say “oh it’s all you! he has a special folder for you <3” i unfortunately can’t.

⌖ it’s almost most definitely videos of robin’s concerts, solo shows, videos he stolen off of audience members with good seats when he wasn’t available to personally hide in the crowd…a lot of the photos are also the same way; robin’s promotional pictures, screenshots from her recent advertisements and negative hate comments or news stories that he’s going to personally deal with later

⌖ that doesn’t mean he values or priorities you over his sister, absolutely not. you two are the only people in his life who he would unironically take down the skies and survive utter torment for if it meant your voices were the last things he heard as bellowing winds sliced past his eardrums to tune the world out in order to hear his own final breath

⌖ he tries his best not to be sentimental or nostalgic, as he’s been told as he grew up into the bright and maybe just slightly tragic and guilt-infested man he is today, those things in his eyes are an innate weakness of humanity. clinging onto something thats not tangible anymore.

⌖ but he can’t help but hold on to every video you send him. every picture of you smiling, laughing, every text of you saying i love yous, quoting love songs to him or showing him pictures where you jokingly said “that’s us” (did he tilt his head a few times when you kept sending animals to him with that particular correspondent message? perhaps, but it never made him blind to the intentions).

BOOTHILL 𐚁 波提欧

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⌖ he truly doesn’t gaf (give a fork) about how messy it is, all the things that are genuinely important are already locked and loaded into his noggin’, there’s no point in being frugal with the space he’s been given on a little cellular device

⌖ you wouldn’t believe it, but he rarely uses it unless it’s for emergencies. there’s plenty of trouble that comes around when you’re a galaxy ranger, which means having a constant tracking device on you like a phone that you update daily is a stupidly bad idea; which is precisely why his photo gallery is a mess

⌖ he quite literally can’t go in and clear it out otherwise it risks giving out sensitive information.

⌖ not applicable to you, that is. in boothill’s eyes, you’re an “emergency”. if you’ve texted him, it’s obvious you want his attention, which potentially means you could be in danger and he has to rush to the rescue like the flamboyant cowboy he is (no he absolutely knows you don’t need help, but there’s always that nagging “what if” factor, you know?)

⌖ he inwardly blesses whoever invented screenshotting because it would be an understatement to say that little as half of his gallery is littered with you. he’s just a bit of a boomer when it comes to technology like this, despite being a whole walking charging port himself ehem, so a lot of the pictures he has saved of you that you sent over whenever he cutely pleaded;

“missing ya, send me a lil’ somethin’ wont you?”

unfortunately are uncropped and framed with the outline of whatever messaging app you’re on.

⌖ if he lets you scroll up far back enough, maybe you’ll get to see just a glimpse of how similar his adoptive daughter’s smile was to his

© BIOBLSM ✮ do not copy steal or repost

Hi!! I've been reading your first for awhile and I think you're such a great writer and I was wondering if I could request a yandere Sunday/welt/jingyuan/blade where the reader has depression and how they'd handle it? You could add anything you like :) thank you!

Thank you sm for the compliment. I'm so glad someone enjoys my works <333 Tbh I don't find my writing good cuz my English isn't so good for writing ;-; also when i writing this on google docs it was like 7 pages long.

Warning: 2.7K words, A bit affectionate in Jing Yuan and Aventurines part, manipulation, abuse of power, gaslighting, emotional abuse,

Info at bottom

Pairing: (Yandere) Sunday, Welt, Jing Yuan, Blade, Aventurine x Reader

Sunday Sunday wouldn't be able to handle it well, but instead, he would unintentionally cause further damage to your mental state. It’s elusive getting you to cooperate with his subjectives. He couldn’t quite bring himself to understand why you aimlessly slumber like this, showing little to no affection and he deluges you with this subjective perfect life. You were in a gilded cage ornate into a display of artwork, but to Sunday you’ll always be that vulnerable bird, needing guidance and protection. He couldn’t grasp the idea of why you still yearn for freedom when he can provide you with everything you desire.

You reminded Sunday of the time when he and his sister Robin once took a weak bird under their wing. The bird is like you; too weak and vulnerable for this cruel reality. Yet, his subjective never appealed to your line of reasoning. To you, people are meant to make their own choices and yearn for the touch of freedom. But to him the weak must be helped and preserved by the strong and by that you’re weak. 

Instead of offering you normal support and seeking treatment for you he would isolate you further, making watch of your every movement and ensuring you’re always in his presence every second. 

To Sunday he couldn’t just let you go now, not after all his sacrifices and efforts to hold you captive in his presence. He started to lie and twisted his thoughts into believing that this is the only path to achieve mutual happiness and to ensure your safety. Yet, it further broke him even though you refuse to make and remain apathetic with him. Your constant depression and lack of motivation left him feeling adrift. You rarely are able to take care of yourself anymore leaving him completely lost.

All he can hope is for you to develop Stockholm syndrome. He prays that your depression and lack of happiness will lead you to believe he’s the only one who can mend the wounds on your heart, filling any empty void. 

“Please stop lying on the bed. You’ve been there all day. You know that’s far from healthy and will only worsen your state,” he silently pleaded with you hoping by any miracle you would follow through. This constant isolation he put you through has been driving both you and him mad. But in the end, you lost all light in you. No longer able to plead with him any further for salvation.  

You can just simply close your eyes falling further back into nihility. 

“Please, my dear, you can't keep doing this to me… to yourself-”

‘I’m fine, ' you snapped. How his heart ached at your indifference.

“No, you’re not okay. Your behavior is absolutely absurd!” he remained unfalter on the edge of the bed next to you. Sunday’s mind ran blink on ways to save you from deluging any further in depression. He could release you, but he’s scared the moment he does. You would leave him forever like the bird he and his sister raised.

He leaned in, brushing your hair aside to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. He will continue to keep you here with him indefinitely, trying to keep his own sanity intact as well as yours. He only remains resolute to keep you here with him, refusing to open his eyes and acknowledge his wrongdoings.

“It’s not a sin. I’m doing this for the greater good.”

I believe Yandere Sunday is just manipulative in wanting to keep you, he’s no sadist but I also believe he cares a whole lot about his public image which is now RUINED! Sunday would be a good lover if you comply or not obsessed over you. Sunday would be the type to say, "Oh my days." :)

Welt During his lifetime Welt had witnessed a lot and many tragedies. Despite his knowledge and understanding of the consequences of his actions, he couldn’t suppress his urges when it came to you. Welt always made sure to keep a watchful eye over you, safeguarding you from any troubles. He would usually spend a lot of his time watching over you and observing any anomalous behavior from you. 

One sudden day he started noticing you developing odd behaviors and your daily schedule becoming a trouble. You also started to develop a habit of dissociating away from your peers, he was no exception. This unusual behavior disturbs him because it meant he can’t keep a close eye on you. 

Now I feel how he’ll handle this can go two ways: He seeks immediate professional help for you OR tries to handle this situation himself. The reason why Welt would try to handle this situation himself is to prevent you from becoming self-aware. To Welt, becoming self-aware poses a challenge to him as you’re more aware and knowledgeable of your surroundings and who is around you. He would do everything in his power to leave you clueless and thoughtless towards your surroundings so you don’t become aware of any manipulation he inflicted on you in the past.

Manipulation such as convincing you to stay with the Astral Express by his side 24/7. Welt truly cares about you and needs to see you heal. To him you’re the light in the room full of darkness in his heart. Every time you smile, laugh even when you’re clumsy or mess up he can’t help but smile, feeling relaxed near your presence. Even if you're not the brightest person you still light and warm up his heart. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, raising a brow as the bottom of his cane taps the floor behind you. Deep down he knows the answer and urges you to tell him the truth, finding comfort in his presence like he does in yours. 

“I’m alright,” you intensity waiver him away.

Unfazed by your response, he persisted, “You really don’t need to pretend, around me.”

If you do manage to admit and confess your feelings he would categorize it as depression. Welt will immediately try and cheer you up, letting March, Dang Heng and Stelle; his trusted companions around you. He will try every day to lift your spirits even letting you choose where to go for the next trailblazing expeditions. 

Welt attempts to educate himself more on the topic of depression, so he can create a safe environment for you. Although he might not exactly provide professional help he will solve it ethically.

Lol I can't see Welt keeping you captive. He would probably pressure you or convince you to join the Astral Express so he can keep a close eye on you. He's very careful when being possessive over you. Himeko and Dan Heng can catch on quickly so he would try to make you fall in love with him.

Jing Yuan Jing Yuan, a high achieving General, a man who no one can hate personally, aged over 600 years and has experience of yearning over the dead and betrayals. As he watched you drift into the endless abyss of sadness he could not help but share in your sorrow. All he truly wanted for you was your happiness and safety, including your undying love and attention. 

Yet this draining illness simply wouldn’t allow that for you. Jing Yuan is a man who is willing to go to extreme lengths in pursuit of your happiness which only he should be the one serving. Yet under one condition, he’s willing to do things that go against your happiness just so he can satisfy his impulsive desires. 

“I love you so so much. Please don’t be sad,” he murmured softly into your eyes, biting down gently on the top of your ears, which sent shivers down your body in a sensual way. He twirls the end of your hair with his fingers holding you against his embrace.

You continue to stare out into the distance, while his fingers play with the ends of your hair.

“If there’s anything you must need…. Please,” he implored in your ears from behind. The warm breath on your neck, “Tell me. I care about you and you know that.” his arms wrap around your waist telling you you’re all for him alone, all while he nuzzles his head against your shoulders. His white fluffy strands of hair tickle up against your cheekbone. 

If you ever found yourself in his custody and requested freedom, he would by all means exploit rapid, white little lies. 

"Recently, there have been reports of numerous mara-struck soldiers on the loose. 36 tragedies have resulted from these mara strikes," he warns, emphasizing the fake danger outside. "Luofu might need to go into lockdown, so it's safest for you to stay here with me."

He soon begins to take into account your condition growing rapidly worse. Your depression started to overtake your everyday life. That’s when he knew this was severe. Although sometimes delusional, he does take into account his mistakes. 

“I arranged us a date, a vacation even! It’s been many years since I left Luofu for anything other than urgent matters.”

You smiled and nodded profusely in agreement. This smile and small action deluges his heart with warm sweet love <3 How his heart jumps and flutters like a butterfly because of you. If you don’t get any better he will hire and get you an appointment with the best psychologist. 

Jing Yuan just wants the best for you wholeheartedly and truly. If he does kidnap and detain you, it’s because of his impulsive actions to keep you for himself. There will be no other 4th betrayal or the 4th person to pay the price. 

Blade Blade’s cold demeanor and sharp eyes were enough to sway anyone away; he never believed himself capable of love or being a good partner in general. Some people in this cosmos were simply not cut out to be in a relationship, or so he believed since his journey began with the thought of death lingering in his mind. 

Yingxing would have been a more suitable man in a relationship, but Blade? He doubts on the idea of love and interest. Yet, when he laid eyes on you he couldn’t ignore the strange stinging of an electric sensation in his heart. He wanted to delve deeper into this unusual sensation he was feeling. Although he knew he could never truly reveal himself.

Who wouldn’t recognize a man whose bounty is worth 8.13 billion credits? At least he has a good credit score unlike me (╥﹏╥) Blade slowly started by stalking you, falling deeper into the spiral of love and obsession. He knew with his records you could never reciprocate his feelings.

He restored to drastic measures, keeping you in his custody. It’s difficult to say he’ll treat you top-notch. Being under his care seemed more like a physiological experiment. Providing you with basic needs while expecting obedience, as if conducting an experiment. 

Blade never once will lay a hand on you, raise his voice at you, only expressing annoyance through small grunts and groans. However, the isolation drove you quickly to the brink of insanity. Every day, waking up to a meal, lack of interaction; he would simply stare down at you as you chew on the food he provided. You even lack social interaction with your kidnapper. The daily routine went on, like a trap in an asylum. 

His cold gaze lingered on you, studying your every move, all while silently making mental notes of your behavior. If you did fall into depression he wouldn’t recognize it immediately, attributing it to your natural state or how you express disappointment.

Every tear shed or harsh remark towards him is met with silent observation, perceiving it as a natural reaction. Only when severe signs startsd occurring; refusing to eat or neglecting basic hygiene, did Blade acknowledge something was amiss.

He attempts to coax you with better-tasting meals, even dessert. If you die from starvation how else will he get the same sensation he feels when around you? This strange sensation in his heart is much more desirable than death.

“Eat it, you mustn’t starve yourself,” he says nonchalantly, placing a bowl of Mapo Tofu and a small portion of rice before you.

“Just leave me alone.”

“Eat it.”

“No.”

Blade shot you a deadly glare, his intimidation palpable, urging you to reluctantly pick up the chopstick. Blade’s method or strange way of love worsens your condition. I think with Blade you probably wouldn’t relieve yourself from the chains of depression. Yet I also do believe Blade will try to understand your mental state yet fail.

If Blade were to love; he would start by, placing a hand on your shoulders and gently massaging your shoulder blade as you ate. The thought of Blade saying “I love You,” seems inconceivable, but he’d probably say it underneath his breath.

“Do now dwell in longingness for too long,” he muttered against your ears, perhaps the most motivational phrase he said to you since the decline in your mental state began. Although he won’t admit upfront he loves and feels affection toward you, his demeanor is more relaxed around you and his sharp intense eyes soften at your presence. 

How to help a depressed person 101: The reader is Blade trying to figure out what’s causing you this and how to help you. 

Aventurine From the moment Aventurine first laid eyes on you, he knew exactly what he wanted for the rest of his life. He had always felt most alive when gambling at high stakes, but being near you brought a sensation even more profound; a mix of obsession and love washed over him. 

When you begin to struggle with depression, Aventurine tries everything to lift up your spirits by lavishing you with extravagant gifts, hoping they would bring you happiness. Yet the joy was only ephemeral and wasn’t what he truly desired. What he craved was not only your happiness but also your love and affection.

He couldn’t bring it into words but, your presence was like an addictive drug he constantly craved for. His dopamine goes crazy near you, almost exploding his brain. There was something about you that he yearned to possess and preserve for himself.

“Sweetheart, I brought you this exclusive necklace,” he announced from behind, presenting the box to you.

Your face lights up only momentarily at each lavish gift presented to you, but as gifts keep coming, their extravagance holds little value. Aventurine could only find himself lost. What could he do now since he can’t seem to please you any further with his riches?

To him, his identity revolves around his wealth and luck, without the appeal towards money, he feared that he held no more value in your life. He wished you found solace in him as he did towards you.

“Is something the matter?” he asked anxiously, feeling you slip away further despite all his efforts. You’re his safe haven but he can’t fathom why he’s not your after all of his efforts. 

“I’m fine,” a transparent white lie escapes your lips.

“That’s a blatant lie,” he frowned, wrapping his right arm around your waist and pulling you in closer to him while on the bed. “Please, tell me the truth. I’ll buy you anything you want,” he continues coaxing you with the power of money.

“I’m okay,” you continue to refuse despite his effort.

Aventurine hesitates to pressure you any further, fearing that you’ll start to withdraw from him completely. He would insist, forcing you into therapy, though each session came with a price because nothing in this universe is free.

With Aventurine’s dirty money he coaxes the therapist to make every session involve him in some way while actually helping you. With the power of money, the therapist starts to manipulate you into seeking comfort, and attention from Aventurine. Every session ended with something about Aventurine, so he can linger in your thoughts.

Slowly, you began to heal, finding yourself drawn to Aventurine's presence. He welcomed this, craving pleasure since he- himself is constantly drawn to you every second.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his arm draped around you as you both lounged on plush casino's cushion.

"Better," you replied softly.

He smiled at your response, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. Finally, he was becoming your safe place, just as he had always hoped.

His hand gently massaged your back, drawing you closer until your lips were almost touching.

"Is that so?" he grinned, closing the gap with a tender kiss, savoring the sweetness of the moment. As he pulled back, staring at your bashfulness, he brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, "If I win this, I'll buy you everything you desire."

P.S: I'm going to sleep after this but idk much about Welt despite playing hi3 since near release date. I also like keep character in character but Yandere or any NSFW +18 works are probably gonna be ooc.

Sorry this took so long I'm Trying to get my life back together :(

Mental Health

I take mental health seriously since I’m studying to become an expert in the medical field for mental health! If you’re ever in need of help please ask a trusted adult or seek help right away before it becomes worse! Just know mental health doesn’t make you a bad person but rather you’re suffering and depression is also an illness. Everyone is allowed treatment no matter what.

Aventurine....my love ❤

(Aventurine x gn!reader)

Let the light in.

You told him that one day and he was confused. “What light ?” But you didn’t answer. Instead you smiled at him so sweetly.

He has always loved your smile. It’s so genuine, something he wouldn’t be able to show.

“Please smile more for me.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Each night he fallen to despair, cry in his sleep, you were always there to trace circles on his skin, let him burry himself in the warmth of your embrace.

You slowly break down his wall, take off his mask, teach him to rely on others more. “No need to fake your smile around me. No need to hold yourself together when you with me. Don’t be afraid to tell me anything.” You cupped his face gently.

“You’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.” Oh you tell him that every day. At first he chuckled and smirked. But now he blushed with tears in his eyes.

Aventurine might look like a playboy, but don’t let that fool you. The only one he wants to touch and make love to is only you. But he is scared, he needs to heal. Would you be disgusted if you find out about his past ? Would you leave him if you know his body was used ?

But that night you hold him so tight to ease his worries, you were patient, you cared. You traced every scar and asked if it’s hurt.

“I can wait for you. Because the one I love is you. Not for your body.”

Sometimes he wonder if you’re an angel sends by the heavens? He don’t believe in god, since they have done nothing to help him. Your touch feels like feathers, your voice sounds ethereal. And your gaze...

"Please never change the way you look at me. Please….” He begs and pleaded

“It’s the same with telling me to never stop loving you right? If I ever changed heart, that is not me.”

When he finally ready, you kissed him so tenderly that makes his heart melt. You worship his body, let him taste the sweetness of love making, you kiss his mark, his scar, makes him cry out of happiness. And that’s when he can’t go back. He craves you like an unquenchable thirst.

And that when he thinks.

Are you a devil ? Because he has fallen, fallen deep into love. He can’t live without you.

He has let the light in. He has finally realized. He has opened his heart for you. Take great care of it, don’t break it, will you?

“I love you. Please never stop loving me.”

“Of course.”

Oh what have you done to him. He’s nothing but a fool to your love.

(Hearing Lana playlist while writing this :)) I’m high.)

Might write more about him or maybe Boothill or Sunday idk

saw ur inbox is open so i jumped right into the opportunity 🤭 just recently discovered ur blog and AUGH i love your writing!! the lack of platonic stuff is a CRIME.. 💔

could i request something with aventurine being an older (adoptive) brother to teen reader? if you want some extra lore, the ipc basically found the reader and wanted to use their powers for themselves cuz theyre like- crazy op- 😭 (reincarnation of an aeon typa shit) so they placed the reader into aventurine's care bcuz he was the only person they weren't hostile towards-

SORRY THIS GOT A LITTLE LONG ?! you don't need to use the extra lore if you dont want to btw! i just put it there :3

can be either hcs or a oneshot/drabble, u can choose!! >_<

please and thank u!!!! (ゝω・´★)

YOU’RE SO SWEET YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME ILUSM ☹️🩷🤍 Aventurine is my everything I love when people send me reqs about him he’s never left my team since I’ve gotten him 😭 ALSO I LOVE THE EXTRA LORE I LOVE UR BRAIN LEMME KISS IT MWAH 💋 tysm for requesting <33 if you’re unsatisfied just tell me and i’ll redo this 🫶

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" + "they/them" used to refer to the reader ,, reader is a teenager but is implied to be ancient ,, reader is implied to be a part of tayzzyronth — aeon of the propagation — and can be up for interpretation, however they do have swarm abilities ,, i did some research on tayzzyronth however there may be things that are not accurate or do not align with canon as tayzzyronth and the swarm is very confusing ,, reader grows a hatred for qlipoth — aeon of the preservation and their followers aka the ipc ,, platonic relationships ,, ipc activities as usual ,, penacony mission at the end ,, i feel like i derived from og request i’m sososo sorry ,, ending is cringe ngl ,, this is not proofread so ignore typos

Bugs, insects, flies — you do not know what these creatures are referred to as. You do not know of their origin, and you do not know if you are one of them taking a different form. They treat you as if you are one of them and protect you like you are their ruler.

The planet you reside on is dark. There is no other being except for these creatures that swarm you like you are their creator and their savior. You rarely move. Your cheek has grown accustomed to the cracked grounds of this wasteland as you slumber for periods of time you know not the length of. It is gray, yet you sometimes spot the colorful liquid that leaves their bodies as they succumb to the eternal slumber you sometimes seek.

There is no coldness and there is no hotness — you are always warm. They blanket you with their wings and speak to you in a language you have learned to understand.

"The followers of Qlipoth are coming!" they would say, and yet you did not know who they spoke of. The concept of beings existing that are not you or the insects that flutter about bringing you sustenance and company is foreign, and your young mind cannot comprehend it without physical proof. You assume they jest as they always do to try and humor you, and so you do not acknowledge their warnings.

"The followers of Qlipoth have come, you must leave!" And yet you chose to remain on the cracked grounds that have filled your sight for the many years you have lived. You chose to remain under their wings which shielded you as they fought against Qlipoth’s devout to keep them away from your form.

They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hear the shrieks of your swarm. They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hear the loud explosions which cause the frail floors to crack more and more. They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hold a baby bug in your arms like a toy to sooth the bubbling feeling of fear which is so foreign to you.

They are not weak, you realize, as you feel their hands pull at you from beneath the pile of dead creatures, doing their best to fight off the hallucinations from their wings.

These people — the followers of Qlipoth — are enemies. They do not deserve what the insects would call 'mercy'. The chains which cling to some of your joints barely hold you back as you scream at them in what sounds to them like gibberish. Your body is weak from the lack of movement, yet what you consider weakness is considered as strength that was once unattainable to them.

"If I didn’t know of the swarm I’d assume they were an abomination of the abundance," a woman speaks, yet her words mean nothing to you for you cannot understand them. You do not know who spoke, and you do not care. They are all enemies, and this 'Qlipoth' that they follow will be struck down by your own hands one day. They follow this being and therefor this being is the one to order them to do such horrendous acts.

You make an attempt to flutter the thin wings that decorate your back but they feel heavy. You look back and find them to be hidden away and chained. You do not feel the pain, but perhaps it is just the adrenaline rushing through you.

"Did you really have to cover them up like that?" "The workers said that they were hallucinating, we couldn’t risk it."

A gloved hand is placed in front of you. There is nothing in it. The golden rings shine under the lighting of the room you are in. The shimmer is new to your eyes and makes you squint from the reflecting light. You are used to the dullness of your 'home' planet, so when you look up to properly face the man who seems innocent enough, you recoil at the brightness off his appearance.

The many layers of clothes he adorns makes you curious. You do not wear much, only enough to properly cover you. The insects would keep you warm. Yet he wears so much — so many layers of attire made from materials you didn’t even know existed.

Your rage and hostility is pacified with curiosity, and that makes his smile a bit more genuine. He brings a hand to your head, and you’re ready to tear him to shreds should he try anything, but he only pets you gently. It reminds you of when the insects would nudge your head whenever they wanted you to wake up.

The sense of familiarity makes your eyes water but you do not shed the tears. You don’t like how they blind your sight and you blink rapidly to make them go away. The man clad in bright colors says something, but you once again can’t understand him.

But when the suffocating chains no longer cling to your tender skin, you understand that he is safe like those that cared for you and he is trying to comfort you. It works.

The man is named Aventurine — he repeated it constantly until you finally said it, albeit with the accent of a toddler. Still, he praised you. When he smiled and pat your head, you felt happy. It was a good thing.

You follow Aventurine around. He is the only one you have familiarized yourself with. He gets frightened by the swarm that follows you, so you scold them whenever they show themselves unannounced. You do not want him to leave you — you’ve noticed it happens a lot as you are exposed to human beings. He tells you he won’t leave you, how you’re his responsibility now.

You only understand a little bit of what he speaks, but you want to learn more to get more head pats and praise. The language they use is very foreign and requires much more effort to sound out the words as well as memorizing the symbols they write with. It is a lot of effort, but Aventurine is very encouraging.

Aventurine is nice. He is patient. He is understanding. He is helpful. You have been told that the one who has given you your strength was born from loneliness, but if that was the case, them shouldn’t your abilities be gone by now? Because with Aventurine, you do not feel lonely.

You want to tell him this, and one day you will. But for now, you’ll sit in his office, dressed in the nice clothing he has bought for you, and continue to practice your speech and writing.

You do not like leaving his office, because Qlipoth’s devout will then try to talk to you. You have tried many times to send your swarm after them, and you have succeeded many times, but Aventurine always scolds you. You do not like it when he scolds you. It’s a bad thing.

He tries to get you accustomed to human society. It is hard, especially because the human society he tries to make you interact with is filled with Qlipoth’s followers, but for him, you will try.

For him, you will listen to them as they order you to send your swarm to terrorize planets littered with precious material. For him, you will listen to them as blood stains your hands — blood which is not yours. For him, you will allow others to call you a monster which he reassures you that you aren’t.

For him, you will let yourself become the tool Qlipoth’s devout want you to become.

Something you have noticed and have been taught about human society is the concept that is family. You have heard the term many times, especially on this planet called Penacony. The main heads of this big hotel are called The Family. The head of The Family is the brother of his sister. You make sure to remember that.

Aventurine tells you to keep your features hidden as well as your little swarm bug which you brought with you, and you do not protest. The hotel is big, perfect for your insect friend to flutter about freely. Your hand clings to Aventurine’s coat, a habit you have picked up on. When you cling to him, people talk to him first. You don’t know why, but you do not care because it has yet to fail you.

You do not pay attention to the woman at the front desk. She speaks too fast for you to properly comprehend her words, anyways. You take note of the people around. There is nobody adorning the familiar uniform of Qlipoth’s followers, much to your relief. You tug on Aventurine’s coat, looking at him.

He hums, and looks at you while the woman looks the both of you up to check for the reservation. "Finish?" You ask quietly. "Almost. You can sit if you want," he replies, pinching your cheek playfully. You frown and shake your head.

"Alright, It seems you both have reservations. Here are the keys for your rooms. We hope you and your younger sibling enjoy your stay in penacony." The woman smiles and slides the cards on the counter. Aventurine thanks her and motions for you to follow, which you do without hesitance.

The walk is silent, and once the two of you are in the elevator, you decide to speak once more. "We are like Sunday and Robin."

Aventurine blinks at your declaration and turns so his body is facing you, leaning on the support bars of the elevator. "Is that a statement or a question?" He asks, but you don’t directly answer his question, only explaining your words.

"I am younger sibling, you are older sibling." It is then that Aventurine realizes you had paid attention to the woman’s words, or at least her send off ones. He didn’t think much of it, it wasn’t the first time people had assumed you both as siblings. Then again, you had yet to learn the concept of family and the various titles during those encounters.

Still, Aventurine smiles, chuckling lightly as the fuzzy feeling in his chest grows. "Yeah.. You’re the younger sibling, I’m older sibling." The elevator grows silent once more as you both wait for the doors to open.

He’ll need to finish those custody papers once this mission is over.

all i do on this app is cry 🙁👎🏻

UNDELIVERED❞ - aventurine

summary: his voicemail is full of messages, all from you, never to be heard

warnings: reader is gn, spoilers for the 2.1 penacony quest, angst, hurt/no comfort

notes: like genuinely i am not able to write for him anymore, i’m so sorry if this sucks or anything i’ve been suffering writers block for the longest time 😭

i saw the prettiest gemstones just now, but they couldn’t match the hue of your eyes. i know people belittle you for it, but i think they’re really beautiful, like all of you. i know you’re probably busy right now. i’ll wait for you to come back before telling you about my day, and you can tell me about yours. do you want to play a few rounds before turning in? i love you.

(played)

thanks for the gift; you seriously didn’t have to. i know you only came to penacony for business, and you didn’t have to take me along either. i’ll make it up to you, i swear. how about a date once you finish work? i heard about this casino; there’s this hotshot there that you might enjoy wiping the floor with. what do you say? see you later. i love you.

(played)

i know something's off, and you’re not telling me about it. where did you go just now? you promised we wouldn’t keep secrets from each other, but you’ve been hiding something the whole time we’ve been here. i’m not angry; i just…i just want you to be open with me. is that so bad? call me back as soon as you can. i love you.

(played)

i’m sorry i yelled at you; your plan wasn’t something… i could agree with, i don’t care if ratio agrees to it. we can work this out; you don’t have to do this alone. just come back, and maybe we can find a better solution. love you.

(played)

i know that i apologized, but it’s not in the way you think it is; maybe it wasn’t even directed at our argument. not sorry, like, "oh, i pity your upbringing," but more of, "sorry for thinking that we could and sorry that we ever tried (to work)." that sounds mean. maybe it is. i could never heal you from the wounds inflicted by your past; they were always too deep to fill up. and i know i wasn’t the best person for you to choose as your second half; why did you do it? why did you pick me out of everyone else? why did you think i was deserving enough of your affection?

look, i know you don't want to talk to me right now. i wouldn't want to either. but i really want this to work out in your favor. i know that i’m being selfish by wanting you even when i can’t. is it wrong to be selfish just this once if it means you’ll live?

yell at me and throw things and scream that i’m as bad as a person like those who hurt you, perhaps even more for knowing that you were hurting and i did it anyway. i don't care. but please don't ignore me. i would rather bleed myself dry for you than be forgotten. i know that nothing i say will change the past; what's done is done. but we can change the future. i don’t want to lose you, not in a million years, in another life, or in any other universe.

we can solve this, find a better alternative, and i can leave afterwards if that’s what you really want. if you can pretend that we’re okay just for a little bit—if you can talk to me one more time—i promise i’ll leave you alone. i promise i’ll never call you again or anything. please call me back. i love you so.

(played)

it’s been seventeen system hours, where are you?

(undelivered)

you’re joking, right? a grand performance? is this just another one of your pranks? there’s no way you- *cuts off*

(undelivered)

you did it, didn’t you? was it worth it?

(undelivered)

hey, please. please come back. i’m sorry. i’ll do anything to have you by my side. don’t leave me alone. please. i can’t live with myself knowing that the last words I said to you face-to-face were “i hate you.” i don’t hate you; i could never hate you. i’d hate the whole world before i could ever do that. please pick up. i love you please.

(undelivered)

it’s pathetic for me to keep calling you over and over again, thinking you’d pick up. maybe some part of me does, or i just want to hear the sound of your voicemail. i hate you; maybe i do hate you. i hate you for leaving me behind and making me think that maybe this would all work out.

(undelivered)

do you think it would have been any different? is it cruel of me to want you when you have never wanted anything else but this? you don’t have to come back as a ghost to haunt me when i’m haunted by everything because it reminds me of you. i can see you in front of me, always protecting me, but never once doing so for yourself. i can hear your laugh—your real laugh, not one of falsehood. i used to draw stars around your scars, didn’t i? but i was the cause of them bleeding you out before you...you’re gone now.

(undelivered)

i miss you. i’m sorry for what i said, and it’s too late now anyway. i won’t be able to forget you, like you told me to. they say that the brain can’t tell whether something is real or a dream, so i’d always believe this horrid dream, even if you’re not here anymore. i think of you all the time now that you’re gone. will you think of me up there?

(undelivered)

*static before it cuts off.*

(undelivered)

i hate the phrase ‘till death do us part’ because even after death, i would still love you. i’ll always be here right where you left me, waiting for you to come home even though i know you won’t.

(undelivered)

sweet dreams. i love you, kakavasha.

(undelivered)

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