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FINGERS TWISTED BEHIND MY BACK (DON'T LET IT BE YOU I LACK) ── aventurine x gn!reader, 862

aventurine hates fighting with you.

he does not even remember it—not clearly, at least. through the memories mudded by the buzz of soulglad and whatever alcoholic beverages he'd guzzled down the night before, the exact expression of your face when he stumbled back into your hotel room is a blur (a pretty blur, he is quite sure, though no doubt a disappointed one) and the sentences you'd spat out at him were jumbled into words that grate in his eardrums when he tries to recall what exactly was said. aventurine tries to echo it to himself, but even the incoherence sounds bitter on his tongue, and all that comes out an indistinct, asthmatic gasp that he's quite sure is some sort of equivalent of his heart aching. or breaking. somewhere in between, perhaps.

he rolls over in your bed, damp from the shower and tears. aventurine is thankful veritas hasn't stormed in to nag at him; he would not be able to stomach being seen like this by anyone else but you: his sweet safe haven, his little eden. you've gone now, stormed off somewhere to cool off. aventurine leaves you be (even if he spent the first two hours alone relentlessly spamming your phone with messages, pleas to come back and return) but he is still alone.

the thought occurred to him somewhere between hour three and hour five, that you'd never come back. aventurine doesn't let it linger. his stomach roils, mouth tasting of bitter alcohol and sweet dreams where you are still there and he'd never upset you.

the hours he spends there without you are hellish, a parody of a bleak, grief-stricken painting of some woman whose husband has gone out to fight in an intergalactic war—draped over the bed, numb and miserable to everything but the thought of you he has to conjure every now and then to keep himself sane. the air is cold and never seems to adjust, even though the reverie's rooms are specifically designed to tailor to the guest's tastes. they clearly did not consider the factor that is a hopeless, lovesick man suffering from withdrawal.

the door creaks open.

aventurine darts up in his your bed, instantly whipping myself up into such a nervous, edgy frenzy that he almost forgets how to breathe. his lungs shudder, the cogs in his brain turning the wrong way, and nothing is working fast enough, right enough as he stumbles to his feet, nearly tripping over the carpet as he finds you toeing off your shoes at the door, so pretty it hurts.

"welcome home," aventurine manages to choke out, still tripped-out and dizzy, heart pounding loud in his fingertips and ears. he watches you glance up at him, your eyes meeting his own for the first time in hours that feel like centuries, and the burden on his lungs alleviates—just a little bit.

"…aventurine," you sigh in this throaty, broken voice that cuts right at his chest. he winces as if he's been struck, eyes flitting to the dizzying pattern of the carpet in effort to hide the glossiness of his irises.

he hears your feet padding across the room to him, the footfalls soft and slow and not at all violent, though he cannot help but fear. there can always be a finality to the softest, gentlest of mercies. not that aventurine has ever experienced it before, but he knows it is possible with you: you who holds his heart in your hands, and you may very well tear it apart if you so wished.

aventurine will let you, if that is what you want.

but instead he swallows, too loudly; finds his fingers instinctively twisting behind his back. "are you going?"

"i just arrived," you whisper, endlessly gentle, endlessly soft—forgiving.

"i know," his voice breaks, and you reach out to touch him—palm against cheek, thumb brushing over the slope of his cheekbone. something cold and damp trails over the flesh of his face, fair marble streaked with a single rivulet of a tear. he does not tell you why he wants to cry. you know anyway.

aventurine thinks pretending would be easier with you, but here in this room, at the end of the day when everyone else has escaped into their own dreamscape, he is tired of saccharine sweet lies, the twisting webs that he pulls around without even understanding the final result it will conjure. it is easier, he thinks, to let you keep his heart and do with it as you wish—and aventurine can only hope that you will be merciful.

are you going? the second set of three words, that single question that he truly wants to ask is caught in his throat, because you may hold aventurine's heart in your palms, but if you will not use your own bloody fingers to pry it open, he must do it for you—and he can't. not for this, at least.

but you know anyway. of course you do.

will you stay?

"i'm right here," you murmur, sweet and godly against his lips, swallowing the sob that he almost lets out. "i'm staying right here."

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xi-chan · 3 days

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Hey, can I request Penacony boys with fem reader that has niece with personality like Yaoyao?

In canon, yaoyao could describe as a kind adult soul in child body.

So it will be cute when see reader’s niece takes care her workaholic aunt, or maybe follow reader around.

That's such a cute idea of course I'll write it <3

Meadowsweet

sypnosis: your niece has been wanting to meet your boyfriend for some time, however, her focus is more on taking care of you than their presence pairings: Sunday, Gallagher, Aventurine x fem! reader (separate) A/N: I did Penacony natives and Aventurine since he's a guest representative btw

SUNDAY

"Oh? And who might this little one be?" your lover, Sunday, was for once not busy with his work and was taking a small break before you and your little niece entered Dewlight Pavilion. She had been asking non-stop if she could meet your boyfriend for quite some time and since your sibling was planning to take a vacation anyway you agreed and took her with you. Nevertheless to say, she was quite amazed by the dreamscape of Penacony and your lover as well.

"She's my niece. It's alright I brought her, right?" Sunday petted her on the head before turning to you, nodding with his usual-charming smile, "Of course, I don't mind." The sight before you really was quite adorable. Sunday crouching down to meet your niece's height and the sparkle in her eyes was conspicuous. However, she frowned a little before crossing her arms. "Aunty told me that you're always working and never have time for her." you nearly choked at her statement- which was true, but you never told it to Sunday's face directly like she did. "Oh, is that true?" he was still smiling gently but you knew he'd wanted to talk to you later.

Your niece nodded her head and you think you've never seen such a disciplined face on her, "Overworking leads to stress and worsens your well-being. Remember to take sufficient breaks every now and then!" Sunday was silent for a second before chuckling and agreeing with her. "I'll try my best."

Although your niece wanted to know more about Sunday and what he does for a living, she was busy the whole time taking care of you. The only reason why Sunday was able to take a break today was because you took some workload off of him and you were more than exhausted, thinking just how he can handle everything by himself. She was running through the entire Hotel, getting drinks and snacks for you and even bought some incense for you- with your money, though. Sunday had been offering to help her as well but she shushed him, telling him that "he needed a break as much as you did."

Now, the two of you were sitting on your couch in the hall with your niece bringing you snacks and even some medication for your migraines. You sighed when she disappeared again saying something like, "Sunday's sister has a sore throat!" or something and Sunday chuckled again, causing you to turn your head at him. "You've taken a liking to her?" you asked softly and he took your hand, nodding. "I suppose it's something new to have her here. But I worry I won't be able to continue my work later on."

After the three days of your niece living at Dewlight Pavilion, your sibling texted you, saying that her vacation has ended and that it's time her daughter gets back home. But knowing your niece, she was first telling almost everyone to take care of themselves and not to overwork for the sake of their health. When it came to Sunday, she told him the same with some other details like trying to set certain times to take a break and he nodded, acknowledging her advice.

"Do I really have to go now?" she asked you and that pitiful face almost brought you to tears- why was she so adorable? "I believe your mother also needs you, no?" Sunday said, petting her on the head again. She agreed before taking your hand in hers. "Okay! Remember what I told you, Uncle!" she said as she waved and your cheeks reddened as she called him uncle. Sunday didn't mind though and waved back. "Get home safely."

Once your niece entered one of the Penacony Spheroids, Sunday placed his hand on your shoulder and kissed your cheek. "Tell me once you've returned, alright?" you smiled before giving him a small peck and nodding. "Of course, I'll do that."

GALLAGHER

"Hello! One 'Cosmic Turbidity' please!" a small voice said, placing some credits on the bar counter. "Apologies, not for sell for- what the." your boyfriend, Gallagher, wanted first to turn away the child ordering a cocktail but then saw you, seemingly passed out, lying on the counter. Your niece shoved the credits with her small hands closer to Gallagher, "It's for her. She doesn't like the smell and will probably wake up then." Gallagher stood silent for a second at first, eyeing your passed-out figure and the small girl on the bar stool before slowly turning to the glasses and ingredients to prepare the cocktail.

"What are all those ingredients?" she asked while pointing to the bottles Gallagher was holding. He showed the label to her before pouring them into the glass. "Odd Concoction, Soothing Soda, an Ice SoulGlad and a Stellar Champagne." Once Gallagher cured the ingredients, your niece listened carefully with full focus.

"So, how do you know her?" your boyfriend asked, pointing between you and your niece while he decorated the cocktail. "Oh! She's my aunt! When we were in our room, she was so exhausted and I told her to take a small nap, but she insisted on bringing me to the bar since I wanted to meet you. Long story short, she passed out a few meters away from the bar entrance."

"Uh...huh..." Gallagher slowly turned to you and remembered that you helped out some Penacony locals at Golden Hour the past few days, which probably caused the exhaustion. He sighed internally before finishing the drink and placing it next to your head. "If you wanted her to take a nap, shouldn't she just remain unconscious?" Gallagher asked and your niece shook her head. "No, No! Sleeping and losing consciousness are two very different things! Passing out does not make anyone get to sleep in the way the body needs to perform in the best way possible." Gallagher nodded before you suddenly sat up, almost throwing up.

"Oh, god- Is that-" "Yup, Cosmic Turbidity!" "bleh-"

Gallagher took the glass from you and placed it behind the counter. "G'morning, Sugar." you sluggishly lifted your head and smiled softly. "Morning.. wait what?" You turned to your niece, who smiled at you, and then back to your boyfriend. "I guess that she brought me here?" He nodded as he prepared another drink for you to freshen up, "Yup, quite the worrisome."

"I'm not worrisome, I just like to take care of people." she cut in, crossing her arms. He laughed as he finished your drink, handing it to you, "Sorry, Sorry, she is quite the caretaker." you chuckled softly before you saw Siobhan next to Gallagher, placing a small cup in front of your niece. "Oh, thank you, Miss." She smiled at her before walking back to her other customers.

"How long is she staying?" Gallagher asked you and you help up two fingers, too immersed in your drink. "Alright, that's plenty to take care of you while I continue working."

AVENTURINE

"Well that was fast between you two," Topaz said with Numby in her arms, "Naaww, can't believe you're a dad now, Aventurine." she added before Aventurine shook his head. "Don't get the wrong idea, Topaz. This is her niece." Aventurine, who was currently holding your niece on top of his shoulders, had a teensy tiny encounter with Topaz on the way to his chambers- much to his dismay. "Niece, huh?" Numby jumped out of her arms and she lifted her head, taking a look at the small girl on Aventurine's shoulders. "Well, a child is a child, even if it's not yours." Aventurine sighed before ignoring Topaz' further comments and making his way to his bedroom and you.

"Was she your colleague? She looks nice!" your niece asked and Aventurine shrugged, "Yeah, she is. Did she make you uncomfortable, by the way? With her assumptions?" he asked while holding her steady but she shook her head. "No, no worries. Everyone makes assumptions, there's nothing wrong with that." she said as she wiggled her legs a little and your boyfriend chuckled softly before finally entering his bedroom, seeing you on your bed.

"Sorry we took so long." Aventurine carefully picked up your niece from his shoulders and placed her on the ground, letting her walk to you herself. "It's no problem. You didn't even take so long. I haven't even finished unpacking her things." As you sat on your and Aventurine's shared bed, a seemingly small suitcase lied beside you with half of its contents. While your lover and your niece wanted to get some snacks from his office- the ones you always bring him that he stashes in his drawers, while you unpack your nieces clothes and bathroom utensils. However, you were moving a little slow, probably because you were tired from everything- mostly worrying about Aventurine while he was still in Penacony.

"Aunty! I said I could unpack my things. You need to rest!" your niece immediately pulled her suitcase off of the bed and began continuing your work and she'd push you back on the bed when you tried to get up. "Stay on the bed, pleeaasee?" you sighed as you gave in and simply shifted to the centre of the bed before Aventurine plopped down next to you. He moved more towards you until his head was on your lap and he smiled at you, "Say, she's quite the carer, yes?" he asked and you nodded. "Yeah, she's like an adult in a child's body, at least that's what my sister, her mother, says." Aventurine hummed before stretching himself and lying plumb on you again, turning to your niece. "Do you wanna accompany us tomorrow to get some new things for your best aunt?" he asked and your niece nodded her head profusely, a wide smile on her face.

Nevertheless to say, Aventurine spent around 3 Million credits- which is nothing to someone like him, though- but by all himself. You and your niece stayed at his chambers after you were beginning to get dizzy the whole morning, and after a mutual agreement between Aventurine and your niece, he went out to get medication for you while she was with you and making sure you don't over exert yourself. And when you had to go somewhere, she'd either go there herself or follow you closely- not that you minded.

"Here, some ginger tea- it should help with your nausea." your niece said, handing you a cup of steaming tea and you thanked her, taking the cup from her small hands. "Now, drink slowly and take small breathing breaks in between- also breathe in the steam a little." you nodded and did as she told you to. After not so many minutes, your lover came back to your room and sat beside, placing some medication he bought on the bedside table. "Did you get the Onsandetron?" your niece asked as she looked over to the items on the table, but Aventurine's face only showed confusion as he looked to you and then your niece. "The what now?" she sighed with a smile before taking a package and popping out a tablet for you.

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