Minors do not interact. I write what I like to write and if you don’t like my works, simply don’t read it and move on. I made this blog just to chat, share my writings and relax. However there are rules on what you can ask me. A tea time wouldn’t be pleasant if there are no rules, don’t you think so? I currently write only for Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, and Sunday.
Here is the list of tropes that I take ; Fluff, Angst, Heavy angst, Toxic Relationships, Fem!Reader, Psychological themes, Suggestive themes, Suicidal themes.
And here is the list of tropes that I don’t take ; Smut, overly extreme problematic tropes, other than female readers, and insert-canon character readers.
Simple, isn't it? I hope you're having a pleasant time in my blog <3
Does anyone had a copy or are the writer of the cueist x reader fic with the title "drunk cueist" On ao3? I really liked it but the writer deleted their account and I don't have it saved offline, please hit me up if you had the copy I'll give you a free 1 person close up drawing in return, a desperate attempt from me to read it again 😔😔😔 below's my work example!! Please do not hesitate to comment 🥺❤
Miss Lune is back on her Identity V era it seems and I had to write something for Norton! Sorry my writing got a bit rusty but I hope you liked it ❤
A little heads up, the setting is those oldgen hc where everyone lived inside the manor together with scheduled match and stuff, but everyone came from their different time (like some from the 18's or 19's) and eventually got sent back to their world once the game is over. Not the current comprehensible story line. Have fun!
The manor is bustling as the game ends, gone were the invisible barrier that detaches passage of time separating timelines between the landscape inside the manor and the survivor's respective origin. The hunters are nowhere to be seen anymore, finally able to continue their disrupted eternal slumber. There's a moment of silence as some of the survivors were contemplating whether to stay inside the manor for a longer while or continue their lives before they took the invitation.
The moment they step out of the manor's grand door, there's no turning back here on this godforsaken arena. No one wins and no one loses, them being a bunch of plaything for the baron until it is no longer appealing to them, which the time has come. One of the first survivors who left was Aesop Carl, seeing no point dwelling in contemplations. He went there because he took Jerry's letter and now that he can get back to his own time, the thought of his solitary home felt nice after who knows how long he lives in a single quarter while being surrounded by people most of the time. He can't wait to visit his mother's grave and to tell her the bizarre events that had graced upon him.
No one really knows how the baron managed to invite and trap people from different timelines and eras, but it's fascinating to imagine.
You yourself haven't been staying inside the manor for longer than most of the residents. You came from a more modern era with tech and all. Although life inside the manor was fun, you kind of missed binge watching your favorite series and some other things that the manors didn't have. There's no doubt you'll travel back to your own timeline in time, but you've quite grown a soft spot for a certain prospector and found it hard to leave him immediately.
He was hard to approach, as per most of the residents said, but you can't help but to sympathize with him and his unfortunate circumstances throughout his whole life. He's smart, he has a soft heart but destiny has been cracking endless jokes at him. To think that he's going to go back to his miserable life, scraping money and bread just to prolong his breath until his sickness takes him in his young age doesn't seem that appealing.
The moment the game ends, there are no matches and no more servants, eventually they all had to go. Norton actually prefers his life here rather than his own time, he doesn't need to worry about what to eat tomorrow, doesn't need to worry about his roof falling to his face while he slumbers, and so much more privilege that he hasn't been getting for his twenty eight years of living.
You eyed him and he sensed a pair of eyes peeking towards him every now and then. He doesn't say a word, urging you to spill whatever you had in your mind.
“Norton, do you want to come with me?” You blurted out as the tick mark on his forehead gets more evident the longer you're silent. He raised his eyebrows before he scoffs, crossing his arms.
“I've read your deduction stories, your time does look less rough compared to mine but that ain't going to happen. We went to our respective time after we stepped out, there's no way I can get to yours,” He retorts. You're about to argue back but he beats you into it.
“Stop giving me empty hopes, I've had enough of it. If I have to go back to my time, then so be it, I don't have that much to live for anyway.” He seemed upset and your heart clenched. He has a point, you're trying to help but it was never as simple with Norton. In truth compared to the rest of the residents, your era seems like the most light of all where technology has flourished. Yes there is capitalism at its finest but at least you can still live without having to risk your life breathing arsenic in the most unexpected places. Working a retail job seems to be better than staying in the mines, tainting your lungs and straining your muscles for a pay that can barely be used to buy a single loaf of bread.
You're not the richest person in your era but at least you had a decent house inherited from your deceased parents which means that you had secured a roof to shield you during stormy nights. Which leads you to a conclusion that you can perhaps, add another person inside your house.
You tilted your head, eyeing him curiously.
“What if we stepped out while holding hands? Maybe you'll get transported together with me,” You suggest. Norton rolled his eyes at your childlike logic.
“There are lots of possibilities to that. First, it won't work, and we went to your respective timelines. Second, maybe it'll work, but I'm almost two centuries older than you and I'll end up being transported as a spec of dust…” He mutters the last part.
“Which wouldn't be that bad I guess, I'm bound to die young anyways. Third, you'll be transferred to my timeline with me. That'll be a nightmare to both of us…” he trails off and you involuntarily shudder at the thought.
“Fourth, we'll be switching timelines. Which will be inconvenient. Lastly, maybe it can work the way you wanted it to be, which I think it won't be likely,” He explains.
“One out of five, there are at least twenty percent of chances that this will work, right?” You snickered, gambling is always fun.
“You're so infuriating…” Norton scoffs, but you kept your smile up at him.
“But won't you be interested in taking the chances? It's harmless you know, we're bound to leave the manor sooner or later anyway,”
Norton furrowed his eyebrows. He can't believe he actually starts to get interested in your small mind game.
“And what if we both traveled to my time?” the prospector argues once again.
“Then maybe it's my unlucky day~” Your singsong tone caused him to sigh at the absurdity of your being.
“Fine, I'll indulge in your small games. Just…” He stops, seemingly thinking before he talks again.
“Just let me stay here for a little more while. I need to make sure I'm ready to go back to my own time,” He said with resignation in his voice. You nodded happily at his willingness but maybe it's just because he has nothing to lose either way after all.
“I'll be waiting for you until you're ready!”
.
Days went by boringly as more and more of the residents eventually left the manor. Norton thought staying inside the manor doing nothing while enjoying mysterious food that keeps appearing inside the cabinet will do him good but no, he gets really bored eventually. You're still waiting patiently for him to finally yield to your whims, manifesting and hoping for the best outcome.
One day you came to him, looking sparkly.
“I had observed everyone leaving the manor, they had one portal at a time, except for one, Ada and Emil! They went in together and the portal kinda fused… you know what I mean? Yes they both came from the same timelines but maybe there's a chance we'll drop in the same spot together! Learn the matrix!” You beamed at him and he sighed.
“Don't get my hopes up, I've had enough heartbreak for a lifetime,” He sulks, but can you blame him?
After some more time spent aimlessly inside the manor, Norton eventually came to you with an unreadable expression. You got his message and nodded, standing up to finally reach the grand door. Before the two of you stepped out, you told more of your crack theory to him.
“The portal might trigger based on the first one who steps out first so I'll be in front, you'll hold my hand and don't let go!” You state as if it's a fact. Norton starts to rethink, maybe the mines are better than being transported into a foreign world with you in it.Your logic seems to be fused with imagination which he's struggling to comprehend.
“Yeah, yeah. Let's get on with it,” He offers his hand.
“Can't wait to finally come back to my humble abode just to prove you wrong” He continues sarcastically. A little part of him hopes that your insane idea actually works but of course he doesn't want this foolish idea to actually lead him to disappointment. You finally hold his hand and open the imposing wooden door. The view fuses with murky dark color, seeming like a void. Much similar to the priestess’ SS portal accessory.
“Here goes nothing,” You mutter before stepping out. Norton follows suit behind you, grabbing your hand tightly to not let go. Soon the two of you are consumed by the void, a final farewell towards the Oletus Manor.
The two of you seemed to walk in a narrow and dark hallway. Norton tightens his grip, his other hand decides to grab on your wrist holding your hand like a lifeline with both of his hands, secretly hoping that this would work. You spotted a door at the end of the hallway and went to open it with your free hand. Norton holds his breath, preparing for the worse.
Only to be greeted with an unfamiliar view of an abandoned garden. You looked around, understanding the environment before you gasped. You made sure your hand is still occupied with Norton's before you beam happily.
“This is where my invitation leads me to! We're back in my world!” Norton started you in disbelief as he moved closer to you, to make sure he's not imagining things. He squeezes your arm as if to make sure you're real.
“Impossible,” he mutters but not unheard to you.
“I told you there's a way,” You stated before looking around the garden, stepping further away from the abandoned manor to look for your vehicle which you used to go here in the past.
You spotted your motorcycle still demurely perched on a barely standing canopy. You're not sure how long you have gone away but it seems no one stole your babe. Norton can only follow you around like a lost puppy, too much information crashing against each other inside his head. Grabbing your key which was always securely kept under the coat of your ‘original’ skin. As you started the engine, the machine whirring to life smoothly. Maybe you haven't been out for long, despite it felt like years inside the manor. Or was the time spent inside the manor was somewhat compressed more than the reality? But it doesn't matter now anyway. It's like having a very long dream while in reality you're only asleep for the night.
You jumped to your vehicle, inviting your confused companion.
“Hop on!” You pat on the remaining seat behind you. Norton can only snort, this whole situation slowly crushing on him.
Oh what fate will be graced upon him in this foreign world?
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Do you guys like it do you guys like it ahh I have a brainrot of Norton living in the modern world and I want to take him here
So yeah I'm opening drawing comms by echoes to get drude (please don't jump me), price and samples are provided below!! Comms will be closed when I finally get him, likes and shares are pretty much appreciated! If you're interested please comment so I can reach you too (*･ω･ﾉﾉﾞ☆ﾟﾟ
hihi!! may i request aventurine with “too many beds”? 🤗
Author's Note : There are two asks asking about the same one ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡ these are so fun to make
Aventurine couldn't help but to giggle at the predicament in front of him. He remembered correctly that he booked a double room with a queen sized bed to share with you but instead, the hotel seems to be feeling generous as the room the both of you are in are indeed a quad room with four single beds. You shake your head in disapproval,
"Should we file a complaint? This is certainly too much,"
"No, no, this is perfect,"
"Who's going to occupy the two other beds, Aventurine?"
"Well, this is most likely my first time getting in a suite with four beds and it looks fun, let's just continue as it is." There are small spaces occupied with nightstands between the beds and so it is... Troublesome to push the bed together. Too much effort. You placed your belongings inside the wardrobe before you took the furthest bed near the window. Feeling exhausted after the small trip you had with the gambler, you sat on the bed before you started to undo your outer coat and vest.
Unbeknownst to you, the blond had something in mind. He took the furthest bed from yours, the one that is near the entrance. He grabbed a pillow, weighing it before he calculates the distance between him and you. Aventurine's face let out a mischievous smirk before he throws it to your unsuspecting form. The pillow lands straight to your head and you stumble forward, dropping your clothes.
"What the hell Aven?!"
"Whoops, my hand slipped," You're too tired for this but you can't help but to stand up, grabbing your pillow before throwing it to him. Aventurine ducks down to hide behind the bed. Which saves him from your oddly accurate shot. You groaned before you grabbed another pillow, trying to hit his head as he showed back up, only for you to miss.
"Skill issue,"
"Why you-"
You grabbed a bolster before you ran to him and your lover gasped at the sudden burst of energy. Right when you're about to smack his head with the large pillow, the blond jumps up to the bed and you follow suit. Aventurine skips to the second bed beside him, grabbing the pillow. He smacks the pillow to your face, earning a growl from you.
"C'mon honey, it's not that hard,"
"You're going to regret this--"
The once pristine room is now a battlefield, pillows everywhere as the both of you switched from running on the floor to jumping around the four beds. Disaster. The blond did get more hit count than you though, which irritates you. As Aventurine skips around the different bed, he slipped on top of one of the beds due to the sheet now being pulled out from under the bed. You grinned at the golden opportunity. You jumped on top of him, smacking his face with your weapon repeatedly.
The gambler laughs, begging you to stop but the onslaught of pillow attacks keeps coming.
"You'll-" A smack "Ruin-" Another smack, "My pretty face!"
"That's what you get for smacking my pretty face!" Once you're too tired, you stop hitting him and yawn, the already evident fatigue creeping in. He grabbed your waist as he moved away from the bed with you. The both of you stared at the disheveled state of the four bed. Uh oh.
"Great, now it'll be uncomfortable to sleep in," You whined. The blond thinks for a second before he smiles widely. He gathers the scattered pillows to one of the gaps between beds, around eight pillows which is sufficient to cover the entire carpeted floor. He makes himself comfortable before urging you to join in. You threw him a skeptical look,
"That's too narrow."
"It's comfortable here, trust me" You had no other choice but to follow him, your mind was too hazy to utter another argument and all you want now is to sleep. You cuddled close to him and he returned the gesture. It doesn't take you too long since the pillows are indeed comfortable and you have your sly gambler beside you. He smiles at your sleeping form as he kisses the top of your head before joining you in deep slumber.
You're going to be really sore the next morning due to an unconditional sleeping position and the blame is all on Aventurine.
Might I request a silly drabble with "too hot to cuddle" with Aventurine from the reverse trope prompt list with a reader who overheats really easily? I know personally I'd be devastated if I wanted cuddles but the temperature didn't allow it LMAO
Author's Note : hahah this was fun to write, requests for the reversed trope series is still open
When Aventurine had done his nightly routine, he finally joined you in bed. After he had brushed his teeth he continued with facewash, moisturizer, and some serum to keep his skin healthy. Oh, also don't forget his lip oil. The moment he steps in your shared room, it seems that he has gone home a tad too long to the point you're already sleeping.
The blond quickly throws himself beside your slumbering form before sneaking his arms beneath your unsuspecting waist as he leans closer to your body. Aventurine shoves his face on your exposed neck, sniffing the faint smell of your shampoo. You must've taken a bath before you go to sleep, he assumes. He used his free hand to wrap the blanket for the two of you before continuing his earlier motion.
He pulls you into a deep embrace, tangling his legs with yours. Just when he's about to fall asleep, your body stirs awake at the sudden change in temperature. Your eyes blinks, taking in your lover's ethereal face. You attempted to struggle away but he kept holding you against him, which earned him a groan.
“What are your doing,”
“Cuddling the love of my life, what else?”
“Get off,”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It's hot, Aven, I can't sleep like this!”
“Yes you can, you're resting on your dear lover's embrace and it can't get cuter than that,” You whined at his poor excuse before kicking the duvet off your body. The struggle continued on, you wanted to get some breathing space as the gambler insisted on sharing his body heat. A thin layer of sweat starts to form on your forehead.
“Aven I wanted to sleep!”
“You're sleeping right here on my arms,”
With how the battle of wits didn't seem to find its end, tonight will probably be spent as a sleepless night.
I had a funny vision in my mind and I need to write it down
Imagine Aventurine falling head over heels for you, oh how you're so so perfect to him. You're so smart and caring, he just loves the way you bask him with your attention and not to mention that cute little pout you made when you caught him drinking again. ‘It's bad for your kidney!’ you said, but since he met you he had been more addicted to your voice rather than those cheap beverages.
You're so sweet to him, so charming to the point he had a hard time refraining himself from touching you-as simple as holding your hand- to let you know that he trusted you enough to make any kind of contact. You liked his person, full of layers that are yet to be untangled but his exterior is enough for you to keep occupied with him. He's irresistible, what can you say?
So on one of these lovely days, Aventurine asked for your address and he plans on taking you out as an attempt in courting, dinner, shopping, arcades, whatever you like!
With that being said, imagine the shock on his face when he rings the doorbell of your house to have the noble Dr. Ratio opening your front door for him.
“What business do you might have this time around, damned gambler?” Aventurine kept his cool as he asked if he's correct that this is your house. The doctor's frown got impossibly more evident at his words before he answers, the blond can feel the bouquet of roses on his hands slowly slipping away.
“And what scheme do you plan to play out with my dear little sister?”
synopsis: for the public eye, the head of the Oak Family and his wife are a loving couple. In private they are astonishingly content with each other too.
pairing: Sunday x fem!reader
tw: fluff, arranged marriage, reader is halovian, established some time before the game quest on Penacony.
word count: 2.8k+ words
Nothing supports the man’s prestige and public image more than a proper marriage with a proper woman. So, I want you to meet this very woman, my child…
Two months, fifteen days and one hour. That’s exactly how long ago Sunday became a husband. A role he didn’t imagine himself playing, not with the role assigned to him from above. But, it was Gopher Wood - his adoptive parent basically, who brought you to him and announced his grand plan. And even if the head of the Oak Family had his doubts initially, a thorough conversation held with and without the Dreammaster, plus your immaculate background and some more specific matters proved to him that you were indeed chosen rightfully. He wasn’t sure if it was Mr Wood’s way of helping him, offering you as an aid at handling some of the work-related matters but with the seemingly perfect image of being wed - the elder gave no answers, however Sunday knew better than to question some of his schemes.
And so, your union was sealed. The ceremony wasn’t something exceptionally huge, none of you wanted that, but it was public enough for everyone and their mother to be talking about it. A couple of perfectly sterile interviews, some joint photos and three or four public appearances together, and people have been fooled enough to believe that.
That was enough.
Something as shocking as a wedding would avert the public eye and serve a great purpose in deceiving the people. After all, newlyweds are far too busy for one of them to be plotting something, right?
Right. So right, that Sunday himself was in a somewhat daze for the first week. But it’s understandable - on top of his regular responsibilities he had to prepare for the wedding and get to know the person he was about to spend life with better. Surprisingly, you turned out to be very understanding and supporting from day one, actively participating in whatever additional activity served on the man’s plate. It was weird, new and confusing, but above all he caught himself considering it not unwelcome.
You are astonishingly easy to work with. Well-versed in the matters of Family (but he shouldn't be all too surprised, given who brought you to him), soft, yet - when needed - firm spoken, not afraid to face the crowd in your husband's place for a public announcement and taking a portion of his responsibilities without any questions asked. If not for your interactions outside of all of that, Sunday would've thought you were his secretary and not a wife (but even a secretary wouldn't have known as much as you are aware of).
You are…comfortable. Sunday should really reproach himself for giving in so quickly, but it’s so hard not to. Maybe his vigilance is lulled with security of his patron’s choice or maybe it’s his own longing for normal civil interaction with someone close, but it didn’t take much time to start entertaining your sparks of curiosity.
Oh, how curious you are. Despite being trapped in a loveless marriage, you’ve been willing to learn about him from day one, trying to unfurl at least one tiny secret of his every day. He knows that because you are methodical, because you write it down (and you don’t hide the fact - when he, alarmed, asked or rather demanded you to show him that little notepad of yours, you just did so, with an explanation of your reasoning.)
Speaking of getting to know each other better… It’s still half an hour before your recently established tea time, but… But maybe he could summon you earlier?
I hope, my child, this woman will become your reprieve. You are not obligated to love her, see her as just a companion, but feel free to treat her as a continuation of yourself. I educated her to match you specifically, after all.
As a continuation of himself… Isn’t it cruel to speak such things of a sentient being? Isn’t it putting one into the position of submission?
Somehow it feels bitter on the tongue when he thinks of you.
His hand reaches for the bell, but promptly stops before the fingertips can touch the polished metal. Ah, of course, he asked to not be disturbed today. So, let him not violate his own order. He can find you on his own, not to mention, a small walk around the building might help clearing up his mind. Lately, he’s been thinking too much.
Spacious halls of the Dewlight Pavilion are empty, he knows as much, yet he hopes he won’t have to roam for too long, as the gloved hands push the doors of the meeting room. Today you two decided to work from the main Family residence in need of some materials here, and since no congregations were scheduled for the day, the building was all yours.
Each step of his is muffled by the carpet, lining the exactly 39 stairs, every next one lifting some of the weight from his shoulders and smoothing the deep frown of light gray brows. When his heels click on the small podium with the additional three steps, Sunday feels like his head is cleared.
Stepping on the carpet again, he finally ends up in the big hall with the 5 Lineages symbols and a big City Sandpit in the middle. Quickly fishing his phone out of the pocket, he swiftly unlocks the screen and finds your name in the recent calls, dialing it.
When did it happen that conversations with you outnumbered ones with his sister?
You pick up the phone after just two seconds.
“Hello? What is it, Sunday?”
Ah, straight to the point, he admires that. And the calmness of your tone is surprisingly grounding.
“I was wondering if you’d join me earlier,” he speaks softly, barely holding off from calling you ‘dear’. It’s not wrong for the spouses, but how would you react? He asks strange questions lately. “Tell me where you are, I’ll come fetch you.”
“To answer your first question, I’d love to,” the young man might lie to himself, but he swears he heard your voice sweeten just a little. It makes the little wings behind his ears flutter, which he is quick to still. “As for your second one, however, you might want to look down.”
Sunday follows your instruction without much thought, looking right at the red carpet covering the marble floor.
“...I don’t believe I understand.”
He hears you chuckle, a tinkling sound, lacking any malice. His left wing slightly jerks as the favorable noise fills his left ear through the phone.
“The City Sandpit, beautiful. I am not far from the origami birds’ nest.”
As he moves to round the table, your husband’s heart skips a beat. You called him beautiful, you have done so on multiple occasions already. You praised his intellect, you gently clapped for the perfect choice of the clothes for the day he made, you agreed with him on the most mundane things incorporated into your daily lives. And not once it felt forced or fake. You were surprisingly sincere with him - he would’ve thought that with the Dreammaster’s upbringing you’d have been all mastered flashy smiles and sickly sweet polished words.
But here you’ve been, admiring him in your own quite blunt kind of way.
He immediately spots your tiny figure among the fake buildings on the city’s layout. You are waving at him with a smile.
“Found me,” he hears again in the speaker, but now also from you as well.
“Found you,” Sunday echoes, reaching his free hand to you. When he curls his fingers, you understand and, clutching the strap of the bag hanging from your shoulder, carefully climb onto his open palm.
Your husband is careful, finishing the call and putting the phone aside, before cupping the other hand under the one holding your sitting figure. Bringing you closer to his eyes he can see all the little details on the pretty pale blue dress you left home in this morning, with your second pair of clipped wings wrapped around the waist like another skirt. Then his gaze skims along your neck, adorned in one of the pendants he gifted you and then up to the first pair of wings, bigger than his when you are your normal size.
He doesn’t have an opportunity to marvel over your intricate halo, because your eyes capture his in a vice, looking at him inquiringly.
“Didn’t expect you to take a break earlier. I thought you liked to stick to your routine.”
This was probably the first thing you learned about your back then betrothed.
“I do,” a tiny smile adorns his pale lips, “however, today I managed to wrap the most attention-requiring matters up earlier. Now only the mundane cases are left.”
“Good to hear that,” you hum, swinging your stocking-clad legs a little. His golden eyes look over your form once more, capturing the image of surprising comfortability in the hands of a bigger being, one that could crash your body so easily at the moment.
“I do wonder however about the reason behind your current predicament,” the male tilts his head in an inquiring way. “I believe I’ve never seen you enter the City Sandpit.”
Well, not to count the very first time he was giving you a tour.
“Oh, as I said, I know your routine, so I usually leave it before our meetings. I actually enter it quite often when we stay here,” is your answer that makes Sunday’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Pardon?”
“It’s easier to do paperwork this way,” motioning to the bag still on your shoulder, you then huff in annoyance. “If only you knew how eager your subordinates to bother me whenever you are unavailable. I am well-informed of my seeming position as the “lady-of-the-house”, but I’ve never signed up to be a link element between you and them, let alone a pawn in someone’s game of becoming first to seek your favor. Pardon me for my straightforwardness, but I much prefer interactions without actual feedback from the interlocutor if the situation doesn’t require otherwise. Except for you, of course.”
Except for him.
“You are my equal. You can always order them not to bother you,” drawing his hands closer to the chest, Sunday turns and starts walking closer to the table’s side where the gates are located.
“As if,” he glances down and catches just the end of your eye roll. “Mister Wood would have had my head if I ruined your picture as little as being distant from your inner circle. I’d much rather prefer just to hide away when needed and return to my secondary duties once I’m done with the primary.”
With the Dreammaker’s upbringing you would think a person can’t be as open-minded. Sunday is sure that it was no different from his - after all you have the clipped wings to match his. But, it seems, you found a way to temporarily escape from the suffocating clutches. Today he learnt a new thing about you, and, surprisingly it warms his soul instead of feeling repulsed.
He carefully puts you down just in front of the gates from the city’s side. Almost knocking off a little ”DO NOT TOUCH” card near it, your husband moves to the right to let you step out. And in a couple of seconds of blinding light you stand before him in all your tall glory.
“Thank you for making the trip across the city so much shorter,” you grin, shaking the bag’s strap down your shoulder and rolling it, before unwrapping the wings from around your waist and spreading them in a stretch.
“It was my pleasure,” his tone is even, yet the gaze with which he watches you move gives him out. To this day and probably for a long while the levels of intimacy that used to be unknown to him yet which you display are going to surprise him. Sunday almost feels an annoying twinge of upsetness when you rewrap your wings around the dress’s skirt. Though it lets him see a couple of ruffled feathers and he has to suppress the urge of his hand to reach and fix them for you.
Yes, there is some intimacy between you lately, but not close enough.
“If you give me a moment to drop off my papers, I’ll be swift in joining you,” your voice breaks the man out of his self-restraining thoughts, and he lifts his eyes from your waist back to your face.
“Ah, it won’t be necessary. I’d like to have our tea time back at the meeting room, I have some things to discuss with you.”
“So official,” you smile, taking a step to join his side. “Alright then, let us be on our way up. Would you like to fill me in on the agenda of our ‘meeting’?”
“Sure,” Sunday chooses to ignore your teasing, but habitually offers you his elbow to hook your arm in it. “My sister is going to visit soon and she seems to be quite pissed at me.”
“Miss Robin?” Your question is laced with puzzlement. “I assumed from your stories of her that she is hardly in a sour mood.”
“It is true, yes,” your husband sighs, leading you up the first set of stairs. “But I would’ve been mad too if my sibling had gotten married and I did not know a thing.”
“She does not know about us?”
The man nearly halts in his ascending. If he didn’t know better and where your thoughts and loyalties stood in this marriage, he would’ve believed you are offended that he kept such an important fact a secret from his only family member. Nevertheless, he continues his walking.
“I sent her an invitation, you know that. But it seems the planet she’s been on is pretty far away and she’s gotten my message only recently, on her way back. I loathe to admit it, but now I feel very bad and the situation itself is iunjust. I am aware we were in a rush, all because of the- you know why,” he sees you nod from the corner of his eye and feels your fingers carefully dig into his arm, “but Robin has always wanted to be a maid of honor at my wedding. And I ripped this opportunity from her.”
And I am not going to get married the second time. This he did not voice out loud.
For a moment you both fall silent. You get lost in thought, Sunday does so too, analyzing his own words, wondering if this speech of his was too personal, if it was painting him as weak in your eyes.
And his own.
You speak only when he reaches for the knob and twists in to swing the door open and lead you two inside.
“So, how much time do we have before she gets here?”
“Maybe a couple of days,” he breaks the lock of your arms and gets a hold on the strap, sliding the bag down your shoulder and turning to put it aside for the time being. “Why asking?”
“You are a good brother, I can see that, “ ah, here you are, praising him again. “And it’s obvious you care for your sister and wish to give her the world. I suggest organizing a small party for her. This way she could experience what she missed and get familiar enough with me. I can negotiate with Mister Wood, I am sure I can convince him - he has some sort of a soft spot for you, Sunday.”
Surprisingly, it twists something uncomfortable in the halovian’s stomach.
“It sounds… delightful. However, are you certain you’d like to go to such lengths for Robin?”
“Well, she is your sister,” you chose the table farthest from the one your husband has been working at and grab the back of the chair to move it so you could sit, “and I am your wife. I’d love her to believe in us too. If I am not overstepping, of course.”
That’s actually not a bad idea. If almost four months ago someone - even you - suggested he let his sister and future wife meet, he’d be hesitant. He knows his little sister, he knows how perceptive she is - he is not so sure he wouldn’t have cracked under her inquisitive questions about whether he was happy with the arrangement or not. Plus leaving her sad and aching for brother if he let her know of the unjustness of the situation and still chose to proceed with the wedding is just too much for him.
Now he, at least, will not be lying that he is content if being asked.
“I accept your offer and thank you profusely for it,” Sunday slightly bows his head, to which you shake yours, reaching your hand out to beckon him to join you.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’ll have time to thank me later, once we’ve already done something, alright?”
Good day/afternoon/evening, I really like your writing and decided to make a request about avgin!reader and aventurine. I know in the lore that Aventurine/kakavasha is the last one among his kind BUT what if there is actually another.That is all.
I hope that you have a wonderful day! 😊
"𝒴𝑜𝓊 & 𝐼 𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒?"
𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Aventurine x Gender-neutral reader
𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that's Avgin
𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, Angst? to Comfort, Spelling mistakes
He’s shocked. Eyes wide when you first meet, looking at that branding on your revealed skin while looking back on your face, back and forth.
He can’t help himself by getting close to you. You just might be the closest person he’ll ever reveal himself to.
Just let him get close to you, to friends: spending all your time messing around together, giving each other gifts, to lovers? If either of you know how to love properly.
You’re just like him, which hurts the most, to feel what he felt, even now he’s too scared to talk on his tongue before and with someone who understands his words. He’s a coward.
He’ll be a venerable coward, yet only for your eyes to see. To see each other's tears, fears cuts left in both of your skin,
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
Foreheads against each other, arms wrapped around each other, hot tears fall from both of your eyes as you look at each other in complete silence. You're gently touching his branding on his neck, as his hand goes to the branding on your skin.
His other hand goes to your cheek, he gently leans to kiss you on the lips, delicate, almost hesitant, he’s afraid of breaking you like you were glass. Pulling away from you, only for switching in a mil-second to crash his lips back into yours in such newfound desperation. His hand leaves your branding moving to the back of your head, bringing you in deeper.
Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss him back. He pulls back just to lay his head on your shoulder and lets out a shaky breath.
Your hands go up to run through his hair, you pull him closer to you and bury your face into the crook of his neck.
“I just want to stay like this.”
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Author's Note : I wrote this with jealous Aventurine in mind but somehow it turned emotional...
CW : Aventurine x Reader with slight Jade x Reader (she's there only to mess Aventurine up but she does touch you, nothing sexual tough), hurt/comfort, soft Aventurine, Fem!Reader as always, Aventurine and Reader were close before he joined the stonehearts
You follow behind Aventurine as the two of you are heading towards his office. He was just idly conversing with you until someone came from the other direction. Lady Bonajade. The blond spots her as he happily greets her and you can clearly see how he is forcing his enthusiastic behavior. Jade waves off his antics with a lighthearted chuckle before her attention drops towards you. The intensity of her gaze got you shivering as you stepped back by reflex.
“Well, aren’t you Aventurine’s beloved assistant? How interesting…” the woman walked past him to stand right in front of you. She leans her face closer to you yet you didn’t show any sign of moving. You awkwardly nod, careful not to poke your nose on hers as she stares right into your eyes.
“You’re just like that kid, so full of unspoken desires…” her hand trails to lightly grab your chin. Aventurine stares at the scene unfolding right in front of him, visibly unamused. You let out a strained laugh, hoping that it’ll stop her from doing… whatever this is.
“Do you really think so, ma’am?” Jade smiled fondly at you before she playfully offers you something that caught your breath,
“You started to work here to support your family aren’t you? And even though you worked hard, it still wasn’t enough to fulfill your little brother’s ultimate wish to attend the most noble university around… Veritas Prime was it?” you gulped the lump that was unwillingly formed on your throat. Aventurine’s eyes widened at the realization. You never told him anything about this. You’ve heard gossips about how Jade can sense your biggest desire but you never believed it until you’ve experienced it by yourself.
“Judging from your loyalty though, I must say that Aventurine had hit a jackpot by hiring you… How about this? Work for me instead and I’ll help you with the enrolment and semester fees,”
“She’s not going to work for you,” your boss steps into the conversation, his gesture unreadable yet you can sense that he is panicking somehow. You think through her offer though, such a generous offer won’t come twice. Jade stepped back from you, crossing her arms as she waited for your answer.
“Now kiddo, the deal involves me and her, although I’m not sure why you’re so worked up by a simple offer,” Aventurine frowns at her as he turns his head to you.
“I gave you an order to decline her offer,” He never demands anything from you so his sudden request startles you. Before you can answer him, Jade follows up his words,
“I’ll double your pay,”
“I’ll triple Jade’s amount of offers-“ this whole situation overwhelms you and you tried to calm them both down.
“I will take some time to consider these offers… If you don’t mind, Madam Jade?” she smiles at your answer but it seems that she cannot mistake the eagerness from you. After all, her offer is indeed irresistible. The woman cups your face, his other free hand grabs a lipstick from her pocket.
“Oh, I don’t mind my dear. Being patient is one of my best virtues after all,” she moves her hand up to sign her signature on your cheek and you freeze.
“Just know that this signature will remind you of our ongoing deal,” she pats your head before she continues her previous walk, leaving the both of you to ponder at the surprising occurrence.
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The walk back to his office was silent. Just when the two of you enter his private room, Aventurine moves to lock the door behind you before he drags you to sit on one of his vacant couches. The blond quickly grabs a tissue from the coffee table before he kneels in front of you. Before you can spout any protests, he shushes you and his gloved hand moves up to clean the bright pink signature left by Jade. You decided to stay silent as you let him clean your face. You can feel his hand tremble but you didn’t dare to question anything. As he finished, he let go of your face but your cheek is still smudged with the pink shade. He frowned at the view before he took a long inhale.
“You shouldn’t accept her-“ he clears his throat as he can feel his voice shake.
“Personally speaking, you shouldn’t accept her offer. Her offer might be tempting, generous even, but nothing beneficial will come from striking a deal with her. I’ve been experiencing it numerous times myself. But you—you…” his voice dies down and Aventurine’s once downcasted gaze turns up to you.
“Credits, right? That’s what you want, right? That’s what you need? For your brother? I’ll give it to you- you should’ve just asked,”
“I am not sure what benefit will you gain for these generous offer you gave me Aventurine,”
“You. You- shouldn’t leave me…” Aventurine vows to himself to not let his guard down in front of anyone including you. It’s just that the way Jade gazes at you, the way you’re so helpless against her and you didn’t even bark back at her, so defenseless, it brings up unpleasant memories from him and he cannot stress enough how disturbing it was. He has seen greedy merchants, ambitious people fall to her despicable web but when you are added to the picture, Aventurine cannot handle it normally.
After all, you were there when he was first hired as one of the IPC grunt.
You were there when no one even spared a glance at him, you befriended him and you accompanied him until he could reach his current position now.
You were there for him when everyone despised him for breathing as an Avgin, yet he seems to know nothing about you and it pains him.
Promoting you as his assistant was the first thing he did when he got the position as the stratagems, it’s the least he can do to thank you for the time you’ve wasted to support him. He trusted you and he felt a semblance of security whenever you’re with him and he won’t let anything take you from him. Especially Jade.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve given it to you… I could help you…”
“I don’t think it was necessary, sir, it was my personal-“
“Don’t you sir me, we’re friends, aren’t we?”
“I don’t see where this is a big deal, Aventurine-“
“It is! You could’ve been deceived by that witch and I won’t be able to help you then- I don’t want to lose you too…” his voice laced with worry as words spilled from his mouth. You sighed at his behavior, but then again he didn’t actually tell just anything to you about his past so you assume that it tickles some bad memories out of him. You patted his back and he stiffed at the gesture before he relaxed again.
“No- I won’t leave you, Kakavasha. You don’t need to worry about anything.”
“You promise?” you let out your pinky before he intertwined his with yours.
