Ratio, Anaxa, and aventurine (I'd add harumasa here too if u did write fr him but oh well X3c) x spouse who got sick and is hiding it from them.
It's like they think they did a good job hiding their sore throat, coughing and sniffing, maybe even hiding how tired their body feels
And then the boys humour them fr a while, watch a movie/documentary, or paint/art or play board games (chess plzzz I'm so bad at it but I'd love to play chess with them, maybe have them teach me~), and then they stop humoring them when it's bed time, letting them know the cats been out of the bag for a while now
And then fluff! Body massages, medicine, cuddles or yapping anything before both gets knocked out like a light (more focus on the fluff than the hiding part, unless it's the chess scene, that u can extend XD)
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Checkmate and Sweet Dreams
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Harumasa x Reader, Fluff, Sick Reader, Established Relationship, Comfort & Care, Gentle Teasing, Cuddling & Body Warmth, Chess Shenanigans, Soft Partners, Affectionate Banter, Massages & Pampering, Reader Being Stubborn, Boys Seeing Through Reader's Act Immediately, Sleepy Goodnight Conversations.
Warnings: Mild Illness, Slight Angst If You Squint (mostly from the reader trying to hide it), Aventurine Being a Tease, Harumasa Calling You Out Casually, Ratio Being Smug Yet Affectionate, Soft Touches & Lots of Warmth, Use of Pet Names, Slightly Sleep-Deprived Reader, Overprotective but Loving Behavior.
A/N: uhhh I tried writing for him? I hope I did him well 😭🙏 (probably not)
Aventurine had known from the moment you greeted him that something was off. Your voice was just a touch raspier, your usual warmth slightly dimmed, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't quite hide the sluggishness in your movements.
But Aventurine? Oh, he was amused.
So, instead of calling you out immediately, he played along.
"Chess, darling?" he suggested with a charming smirk, setting up the board on the velvet-clad table in your shared suite. His magenta and cyan eyes gleamed with mischief. "Unless, of course, you're afraid I'll completely outmaneuver you again."
You scoffed, masking a sniffle behind a hand. "As if. This time, I'm winning."
Aventurine leaned forward, propping his chin on his palm. "Big words for someone who lost in ten moves last time. But by all means—let's make this interesting."
You rolled your eyes and made the first move. Pawn to e4. Classic. Aventurine countered smoothly, watching you carefully as you played.
You were good. Not brilliant, but good enough to make him take his time, even if he didn't need to. Yet, as the game progressed, he noted how you rubbed your temples when you thought too hard, how your fingers trembled just a bit when you moved a piece, and how your breaths came shallower with each passing turn.
Still, you fought—both in the game and against the exhaustion weighing down on you.
At some point, Aventurine decided to drag things out, throwing in unnecessary gambits just to watch your brows furrow in concentration. It was adorable, really.
Finally, you slumped back with a groan. "You win," you admitted, rubbing your eyes. "Again."
Aventurine leaned forward, flicking your forehead gently. "Not surprising, but that’s not the point. The point is—" He suddenly scooped you up, ignoring your squeak of protest as he carried you bridal-style toward the plush bed.
"Aventurine—!"
"You thought you could fool me?" His grin was all smug amusement, but there was a softness beneath it. "Darling, I read people for a living. You didn’t stand a chance."
He placed you onto the bed with an exaggerated flourish, tucking you in before pressing the cool back of his hand against your forehead. "Mmm. I’d say you're about two moves away from collapsing entirely."
You pouted. "I wanted to spend time with you."
Aventurine chuckled, his gloved fingers brushing against your cheek. "And you will. In my arms, while you rest." He slipped beside you, his warmth enveloping you as he massaged slow, soothing circles into your aching shoulders.
"Sleep, love," he murmured against your temple. "I’ll be right here when you wake up. And don’t worry—next time, I’ll let you win."
"You never let me win," you mumbled sleepily.
Aventurine smirked. "Exactly."
"You’re awful at chess."
Ratio’s voice was calm, neutral, but the amused glint in his eyes gave him away.
You huffed, sitting cross-legged across from him on the floor of your shared study. "I’m learning."
"Learning implies progress," he replied smoothly, moving his knight with an air of practiced ease. "And yet, your moves remain just as questionable as they were fifteen minutes ago."
You narrowed your eyes at him. Bishop to d3.
He didn’t respond right away, instead observing you carefully. You were too still, save for the occasional sniffle. Your hands, usually steady, trembled slightly each time you reached for a piece.
Ratio knew. He had known from the moment you insisted on playing chess tonight, despite the slight rasp in your voice and the subtle exhaustion in your eyes.
But he humored you.
For now.
"I'll give you one last chance to rethink your strategy," he said, voice light but firm.
You scoffed. "What, you’re coaching me now?"
His lips curled into the faintest smile. "I would, but you look about five minutes away from falling over."
You froze.
Ratio sighed, reaching forward and flicking your forehead. "The cat’s been out of the bag for a while now. You honestly thought you could hide it from me?"
"...Yes?"
Ratio gave you a look before standing and effortlessly lifting you into his arms. You yelped, instinctively clinging to him as he carried you toward the couch.
"This is humiliating," you muttered.
"This is necessary," he corrected, placing you down with meticulous care. "Your body needs rest. Even the brightest minds require maintenance."
You pouted. "But—"
"No buts." He draped a blanket over you, then sat beside you, pulling you into his arms. One hand gently massaged the tense muscles in your back while the other threaded through your hair, fingertips cool against your fevered skin.
Ratio sighed as he adjusted you into a more comfortable position. "Next time, try not to challenge me while hiding an illness. Your loss is inevitable either way."
You let out a small, tired laugh. "You’re so arrogant."
"And you’re a terrible liar," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Now rest."
Harumasa leaned back against the couch, arms lazily draped over the backrest. He watched as you agonized over your next move, your brows furrowed in deep concentration.
"You’re stalling," he drawled, lips twitching in amusement.
"I’m thinking," you shot back, voice slightly hoarse.
He hummed. "I dunno. Thinking usually involves some kind of logic."
You glared at him. Harumasa merely smirked, fingers tapping idly against his knee.
He had known you were sick the moment you refused to nap after dinner. You were sluggish, blinking more than necessary, and every few minutes, you subtly wiped your nose when you thought he wasn’t looking.
Still, he let you play. Because you looked happy.
Eventually, though, your exhaustion won. You moved your queen right into danger.
Harumasa immediately took it.
"Checkmate." He grinned. "Easiest win of my life."
You groaned, dropping your head onto the table. "I hate you."
"Lies," he teased, ruffling your hair. "C’mon, game’s over. Time for bed."
You started to protest, but Harumasa had already gathered you into his arms, carrying you to bed with ease.
"Cheater," you mumbled against his shoulder.
He huffed a laugh. "Pretty sure you were the one cheating—y'know, trying to act fine when you’re clearly running on fumes."
Harumasa set you down, pulling the blankets over you before crawling in beside you. Without hesitation, he tucked you against his chest, warm and solid and safe.
"Sleep," he murmured, rubbing slow, soothing circles into your back. "I’ll be here when you wake up."
You sighed, sinking into his warmth. "...Fine."
Harumasa smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. "That’s my win."
i want to walk with you beneath the trees, and reach up to hit the tall branches excitedly. i want you to take my hand and pull me along smiling back at me. i want us to end up by the water, and show you the lovely sunset from my favorite bench. i want to pick up pretty stones for you to skip across the water, and when i can't do the same, maybe you can adjust my grip and i can finally skip the smooth stones with you, and you'll smile at how happy i look when i finally get it <3
