I WANT MORE ANGST AVENTURINE💔💔, i actually hate angst because it makes me cry everytime but i somehow enjoyed it. maybe an aftermath of reader's death? like how would he mourns you? i have some ideas in mind like reader goes to a dangerous mission even after being warned that they will not make it alive but they still go anyway but they died and aventurine was not believing it at first but after a coworker shows the proof he finally like uh becomes sad and smth like that.. *srry for my bad grammar and how badly i describe everything english isn't my first language 💔
No One Left to Call
Summary: When you don’t return from a mission, Aventurine refuses to believe the news—until undeniable proof lands on his desk. In the quiet that follows, his carefully constructed mask begins to fracture, revealing the grief he’s kept hidden from the world.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Angst, Post-Death, Aftermath of Loss, Grief, Denial, Emotional Suppression, Survivor’s Guilt, Hurt/No Comfort, Subtle Body Language, Quiet Breakdown, Found Object Symbolism.
Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of death and destruction, Grief depiction, Emotional distress, Survivor’s guilt, References to past trauma, No comfort/resolution.
The news came as a whisper.
Not the kind carried by the wind, but the kind that slid across a desk in a manila envelope, pushed toward him without ceremony. No dramatic alarm bells, no trembling voice to soften the blow—just… paper.
Aventurine didn’t even glance at it at first. His smile was still in place, the same calculated curve he wore in meetings and at poker tables.
“You’re late,” he said lightly, voice a smooth drawl as he shuffled a deck of cards between his fingers. “If this is about Penacony’s projections, I already—”
“It’s about [Name],” the coworker interrupted. Their eyes didn’t meet his. “The mission to Xianzhou. They didn’t make it back.”
His fingers stilled mid-shuffle. A single card slipped, fell, and fluttered to the floor face-down.
He gave a soft laugh, too quiet, like he’d missed the punchline of his own joke. “Try again. You’re not a very convincing dealer.”
The coworker didn’t speak—just slid the envelope closer. It scraped faintly against the polished surface of his desk.
Inside, there were photographs.
Scorched terrain.
A shattered comms device with a fragment of a charm he’d once idly hooked onto their belt.
And—just enough to be cruel—a blurred shot of them in their final moments, back turned, running toward the blast zone.
His eyes didn’t flicker. Not once.
He picked up the photo by its corner, examined it with the same dispassionate precision he’d use to read an opponent’s tell.
“Could be anyone,” he said finally. His tone was flat, almost bored. “Bad lighting. Poor resolution. I’ll wager you’re wrong.”
But he didn’t set the photo down.
Didn’t shuffle the cards again.
Hours later, the office was empty.
The lights were low, the embroidery on the back of his blazer catching faint gold from a desk lamp.
The photographs sat scattered before him now, arranged like a losing hand. He hadn’t touched them, hadn’t even tried to stack them into something orderly.
His left hand was hidden behind his back, fingers digging into his own wrist hard enough to leave crescents in the skin. His right hand—always so steady—rested lightly on his shirt, as though keeping his own heart from making a sound.
“They knew,” he murmured to no one. The smile he wore earlier was gone, not even a ghost of it lingering. “They knew they wouldn’t make it, and they still…”
His voice cracked, and the sentence trailed off into silence.
When the first tear fell, he didn’t notice. It slid down past his glasses, darkening the photograph beneath it.
Aventurine didn’t cry loudly. He didn’t collapse into sobs or bury his face in his hands. His grief was quieter—slower—like a poison he’d willingly swallowed. Every breath was a calculated gamble against the weight in his chest, and every exhale felt like losing another round.
He reached forward finally, picking up the charm from the evidence bag. Turned it over in his palm once. Twice. Then, almost tenderly, he slipped it into the pocket over his heart.
The cards on the desk remained where they were. No more games tonight.
Not when the only player worth betting on had already left the table.
Hey guys! Today Erika addressed the White House shooting that happened a couple days ago and how she’s been treated by the media.
Here’s the video for all you Erika simps fans!
It was a brief appearance on today’s episode of the Charlie Kirk Show at ~12:00 (noon) EST.
This will be a collection of short piecec about some characters and how they deal with all that has happened.
We will start with Ahsoka Tano.
Ao3 Brothers-AU Part II
Kix sighed deeply and made his way to the quarters. Another long day was over. Bringing the galaxy back in order after it had crashed down was a tough task and he tried again to wrap his mind around the fact, that the battle at the Jedi Temple had been only a week ago. Their visit to Kamino was only a few days ago! And yet it warmed his heart when he gave way to a whispering group of cadets. The clones were maybe 4 or 5 years old and followed Tilt closely, he nodded contentedly to Kix as they passed each other. With a little smile he watched them go and then turned back to his destination. With sure steps he overcame the last few meters to the quarters and opened the door to the Generals study.
As soon as he could catch a glimpse of what was going on inside, his good mood faded and he entered the room in silence. The door behind him slid shut and blocked the light from the hallway, only a datapad lit up the darkness. Echo leaned against a wall and was reading, Fives leaned against his right shoulder and blinked is eyes open, as Kix entered. Cutup sat on Echos left side, his outstretched legs serving as a pillow for Hevy and Droidbait. Rex sat next to Fives, Jesse stretched out on the floor in front of him. He had a hand gently wrapped around Ahsoka's ankle, she looked like she would never want to leave Rex's arms again. Her back rested against Five's side, her nose somehow buried in Rex's arm. She sat there that twisted, that the Commander's grip was all that kept her from falling to the ground. But Rex made sure she stayed safe and warm with him.
Kix quietly took off his armor and moved over to his brothers, with a quiet puff he sagged on the floor next to Rex and stretched his legs, Jesse rolled over a little and laid his head on them. Sighing, Kix stretched once, then wrapped a hand around Ahsoka's other ankle. She kept shaking and when she felt his hand she sniffed and shuddered. "Just me vod'ika.", Kix mumbled softly and leaned his head against the wall, in the silence he could hear Rex humming softly to the young woman in his lap. Ahsoka relaxed again and turned her head a little, with tearful eyes she blinked at Kix and he patted her foot lightly. Sniffling, she closed her eyes again, her muscles losing tension while Jesse's hand moved higher and aimlessly painted patterns on her bare calf. Kix raised his other hand and cupped Ahsoka's feet, her toes were kriffing cold. He watched as Fives and Echo kept glancing briefly at Ahsoka and talking with their hands in the light of the datapad. All of his brothers tried to hide their worry and pain, but Kix could still see it in their eyes.
She had made such good progress in the last months of the war. Kix had wanted to jump in joy the first time she slept through the night after weeks. He had been so proud!
And now they were back at the beginning, the last few days had ruined everything. Ahsoka shuddered again and Droidbait scrambled to his feet, Kix watched as he opened one of the few cupboards in Ahsoka's study in the semi-darkness. He took out one of the much too thin military blankets and a couple of socks. Without a word he handed the latter Kix and the Medic unrolled the socks before carefully pulling them over Ahsoka's feet. Than he wrapped his hands around her toes again und rubbed his thumps over the soles of her feet. "I'm sorry.", she whispered softly and rubbed her nose against Rex's sleeve. Droidbait clicked his tongue and threw the blanket over her, Jesse came to his aid and tucked the blanket around the girl. The group moved cautiously closer together. Droidbait raised a hand, two fine scars adorned it, and rubbed Ahsoka's shoulder gently. Fives and Echo quietly joined in the steady hum and even though Ahsoka didn't stop crying, Kix could see her take a deep breath.
