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omg bxnny I saw that your requests are open!!

I love your writing and I've been WAITING to request something (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

so I'm a sucker for platonic pairings, and was wondering if you could do something like Aventurine having a child sibling (fem if possible) and she's like his lucky charm and stuck to his side 24/7. Literally, he goes playing poker? they're sitting beside him and he ALWAYS wins with her there and things like that (and obviously he spoils her absolutely rotten and everyone who is willing to listen to him for more than 5 minutes knows about his baby sister), I hope it's not too detailed! 🩷🩷

love you and take care!!

Hey there, dear moot!! Thank you so much for the cute request!! I'm sick rn, so I hope this is okay and coherent lmao-

Content: Vague gambling, the IPC is it's own warning, angst, fluff, sfw

Reader is afab!

((Not proofread))

His little sister is his most important person in the world, and he makes that crystal clear to everyone and especially her, for that matter. He doesn't take any slight against her lightly in any way and protects her with his life. He would stop at nothing for her to be happy, which is why he works so hard to free her from the IPC one day, even if he has to take the fall in the process. She is all he has left after all.

He wears a golden necklace of her initials around his neck and even proudly displays the brightly colored bracelets she made him on his wrists, despite them not fitting his lavish attire at all. He let's her play with his hair, apply makeup on his face even if it looks silly, and also definitely has grand tea parties with her that he takes very seriously.

With that said, as his little sister, she's absolutely spoiled rotten. She couldn't ask for more if she tried, and even if she did, he'd try even harder for her. It's a way to compensate for all they went through together, and whilst he knows it may never repair the mental damage she went through, he hopes it can distract her from the reality she's living for just a little longer.

His baby sister being his "lucky charm" is definitely something everyone knows about. He'd have her sitting on his lap or next to him whilst he plays, slyly showing her his cards with a knowing grin. He never lost a singular bet with her around and knows that his final plan would only succeed through the light of motivation she shone down on him every day.

Whenever he has moments of self-doubt and guilt, he reminds himself of what he's still living for, and it's her. His sister deserves a good life, one free from all troubles, and he's glad that she is still young enough to have a chance at it. And as much as it hurts, that future would be one without him once his plans proceed. He hopes that she can live on and remember him through the freedom he gave her, even when she one day inevitably forgets his face, voice, and name.

Alright... I hope this was okay!! I'm not feeling the best at the moment, so writing is a real struggle. But either way, thank you again for the request!!<33

[yasemei]

— Eudialyte .ᐟ ʚɞ

✿ "Eudialyte has developed the nickname of “The Stone of the heartland” due to its connection to the energies of unconditional love"

Ft. Aventurine, written with male reader in mind but no mention of he/him, so can be read as gender neutral. wc: 1039

Content: teen! reader, reader works with the IPC, platonic relationship w/ aven, inspired by hnk; when phos lost his legs / after losing your legs in an accident and having to replace them with doll-like ones, you feel useless. Fortunately, Aventurine is here to remind you that your thoughts don't describe you. slight angst.

A/n: i was having big brother Aventurine brain rot, dont ask me how the legs work, even i dont know. Aventurine may be ooc

The atmosphere was peaceful in the vast garden that you were situated in, sitting on a stool that Aventurine helped you on. He said that you needed to get some fresh air, since after the attachment of the legs you couldn't move them just yet. That... made you feel like a burden, he had been helping you get everywhere these past few days.

Aventurine said he didn't mind, yet your thoughts were swirling in your head, you couldn't bring yourself to not feel like this. Your vision blurred with tears as you blankly stared down at your new legs, the material ran up to your mid-thigh then stopping and pressing against what was left of your flesh and bone.

Your knee joint was ultimately replaced with a ball joint that resembles one of a ball jointed puppet. Maybe it was the IPC's way of saying "you're just a puppet and we control the strings" — how despicable.

You furrow your brows in distaste and put a hand against the section that meets synthetic with flesh. "These things look kinda weird, huh?" you muttered, tilting your head to get a better perspective of the material that was now a part of you.

You sat there for a bit, but got fed up with being so still. You wanted to walk and run and jump! In a spontaneous motion you grabbed your knee and shook it desperately, "just move already!" you grunted tilting back a bit.

The stool tilted back as well, and with a thump you landed on your back on top of the green grass. a wince left your mouth as you tried to regain your breath.

breathe in...

and out.

You sighed in defeat while turning on your side, watching the blades of grass sway with the wind in a mesmerizing dance. “I’m completely useless…” you muttered in sorrow, tears welling up at the corner of your eyes. Footsteps broke you out of your trance and a familiar shadow covered your figure that was laying down, you looked up at the comforting face of the man that you considered a brother.

“I left for only 5 minutes” he chuckled and picked up the stool that had fallen down “how exactly did you end up on the ground?” Aventurine smiled cheekily as he crouched down to pick you up in a princess carry. He looked down at you in his arms and he noticed your teary eyes, his expression turned into a concerned one quite quickly. 

Aventurine gently sat you down on the stool once more and crouched down on one knee in front of you as he stared into your eyes. “What’s wrong, kiddo?” he softly spoke as he reached up towards your face and flicked away a tear with his thumb, one that was threatening to spill over.

You stared at him with a conflicted expression, you didn’t know how to tell him. As much as you wanted to let out the horrible thoughts in your head you felt as if you would be bothering him with your problems. More tears filled your eyes along with some flowing down your cheeks, you pressed the palms of your hands to your eyes in an attempt to stop your sobbing.

“Oh, (name)...” Aventurine whispered, he stroked your head while softly moving your arm away from your face. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” He asked as he held your hand, encouraging you to spill your thoughts to him. You sniffled, lightly rubbing underneath your nose, “i..” you paused. Your eyes trailed down to your legs that now donned those puppet like joints, your lips slightly quivered as you opened your mouth, hesitantly speaking. “Am I- do I bother you?”

Your hopeful eyes met his understanding ones, Aventurine’s eyes softened as he processed your words. “Of course not” he smiled reassuringly “you could never be of bother to me” his hold on your hand tightened a little. Once more you looked at your lap, your hair covering a significant part of your face, “i can't move my legs, i cant move around by myself…” you trailed off and pausing for a second then raising your head to meet his eyes yet again. “I feel like a burden to you and also useless at the same time, it’s… so frustrating.” you grimaced, slightly cringing at the words that tumbled out of your mouth. You never thought that you would spill everything like that.

Aventurine was shell shocked, although he had his suspicions of you feeling under the weather because of your loss of your legs, he wouldn't have predicted that it would impact you this much. Everytime he would come into your room to give you your dinner or to check on you there would be something off, such as your puffy eyes, tear stains on your pillow etc. 

Of course, how couldn't he have noticed it sooner? Aventurine reached up and cupped your cheeks in his hands, you could feel the warmth of his hands radiating from his palms. “You're not a burden, (name)” He answered, “I would take care of you for as long as it takes,” he said, his eyes determined. “Because I care for you, you have brought happiness to my world when I needed it most.”

“So, don’t cry anymore, kiddo”

Your breath hitched, teary eyes wide and filled with much needed relief. Suddenly you tackled him in a hug, your hands wrapped around him tightly as if he would suddenly disappear and you burried your head in the crook of his neck. Aventurine quickly caught you in his embrace, he chuckled and leaned his head on yours as he rubbed you back in comfort. 

In an instant your stomach grumbled, indicating that it was hungry. Your face heated up at the moment being ruined by your hunger. “wow, someones hungry” Aventurine teased as he leaned away from the hug, he snickered at your flushed face. “Hey! Don't make fun of me!” you exclaimed while lightly punching his arm, “haha, okay okay.” He smiled as he picked you up, “why dont we get you something to eat?”

“Can we have (f/f)?”

“Hmm.. i don’t know..”

“Aven!

“Alright, i'll stop. of course We can your majesty”

© mirrology — please dont repost or steal !

[yasemei]

Dearest older brother...?

Notes: woke up from my nap and wrote this off the top of my head. Some of this is based off my own personal experiences. Not proofread.

Content to be found: 100% PLATONIC, implied bpd and ocd if you squint, unhealthy sibling dynamics (lmk if there's more I should add)

You remember asking Sunday that question all too well. And boy, how did you regret it. 

“Is it ok if I call you… big brother now?”

You so desperately wanted to have a caring family, siblings, but younger naive you clung to the wrong brotherly figure. 

He and Robin had such a tight bond, and you, being an only child, envied them. So when you were invited to playdates, you enjoyed every second being with them. 

The fond memories of you and Sunday supporting Robin's dreams. Sneaking into the kitchen to grab snacks without getting caught. You three grew so close, you practically were their third sibling. 

But happiness doesn't last long. The more you all grew up and followed different paths, the more distant you guys became. Of course, there are still attempts to meet up, but it was difficult. Most of the time, you were left behind with Sunday, the man you called big brother. 

Could you really call him that anymore though? He made little effort to keep ties with you. Check in on you. You understand that him and Robin obviously had a closer bond. Therefore, he'd pay more attention to her, but you? It's like he was trying to erase you from his life. 

No. That's not right. He distances himself from you and lets you fall into loneliness. Yes, that's true. But then why does he keep coming back every time you're at your breaking point? 

“What's wrong? You can always tell me anything. I am your big brother, after all.” 

It's the same thing every time. 

He asks you what's wrong. You break down. He consoles you. Then leaves and the cycle repeats. And every time you refuse to talk, he'll manipulate your emotions to speak and cause you to break down even more. 

Why would a big brother do this to his younger sibling? 

You couldn't take the emotional hurt anymore. It's like he just sees this as a game. He always uses the big brother card on you knowing it's your weakness. 

Things get worse though. Of course they do. 

You caught news that Robin has been found dead. That can't be right. It can't. You loved Robin as if she were your actual sister. Why did she die?? 

So here you are. Walking to the estate where Sunday should be. Why are you even going to him? You should be distancing yourself and be grieving alone. As much as he emotionally hurts you, you still care about him. As much as he abandons you, you always come back. 

As soon as you make it through his office doors, someone aggressively grabs you by the shoulders and backs you up to the nearest wall. 

It's Sunday. 

He's shaking, breathing hard, clearly angry, but hurt above all. He rests his head on your shoulder, still holding you but with less force. 

You've never seen him like this before. In the past, you'd occasionally see tiny outbursts when he couldn't get things the way he wanted, but he never displayed this much emotion near you. 

“...Don't leave me too” he said in a shaky voice, but you couldn't catch that. All you could hear was your heartbeat from the adrenaline of suddenly being forced against a wall. 

Out of genuine care you still held for him, you embraced him. He stiffened up but soon accepted it. 

No matter how much you regretted ever calling him big brother, no matter how much it hurt when he abandoned you, you couldn't find it within your heart to leave and move on. 

Comforting him was clearly a mistake. For out of fear he'd lose his only other sibling, he imprisoned you in a spare room in his estate. 

He still had to keep up appearances so you'd constantly be left alone repeatedly. The cycle repeats itself again. He'll come back home and comfort you for leaving you alone for so long, then leave again for a long period of time. 

You'd never escape. You had so many insecurities and were so emotionally constipated. Sunday made things worse. He just had to keep you somewhere where he knew he couldn't lose track of you and possibly lose you just like Robin.

You still loved him. You always would. And he in return would offer you the type of love you never got from your actual family, even if it was just for a bit. 

To you, he was your beloved older brother no matter what.

[yasemei]

father!sunday headcanons

🌸 Platonic + Found family or Familial

🪷 spoilers for penacony quest / slight manipulation (?) / overprotectiveness / written during 2.1

Definitely played peekaboo with his wings when you were an infant

Hums songs for you to sleep, or to comfort you

He usually helps you get ready; brushing and doing your hair, fixing your clothing before you go out etc.

Loves to spoil and dote on you, he doesnt have much free time due to his job so he mostly spoils you with a lot of gifts

you will grow up very sheltered, he tells you that no one can take care of you better than he can, and you idolize him in return, he wants to make sure you will never leave his side so that he can protect you

He only really trusts Robin around you, she would babysit you at the time you couldnt stay alone, Sunday would always try his best to get a break to watch over you, but if he couldnt and Robin was busy, he would bring you to work with him

when you could finally stay alone, he would always have some bloodhounds watching over you while he is not there to ensure your safety

if someone ever hurt you, then Sunday would be their worst nightmare

his overprotectiveness gets tenfold because of the events happening before charmony festival

he wouldnt want you to leave dewlight estate after hearing about his dear sisters fate

he would bring anything you want to your room, and spend time with you so you dont feel alone, all he is asking of you is to not leave

overall, a very doting but overprotective father

[yasemei]

May all Aventurine wanters be Aventurine havers!! 🎟️

[yasemei]

— Rowdy .ᐟ ☆

୨୧ rowdy: ( noun) a noisy and disorderly person. (adjective) noisy and disorderly.

Ft. boothill, gender neutral reader. platonic. Wc:

Content: short bit of hc's and a small fic at the end, readers age is not specified, boothill being a little shit, he cares abt u tho, typical sibling shenanigans, sibling bonding, cursing, boothill may be ooc.

A/n: first ever platonic boothill fic /j, also this is kinda lazy but whatever.

He would definitely be one of those annoying brothers that come into your room just to look at you, then leave without closing the door.

but he genuinely cares about you and your safety considering his job as a galaxy ranger.

Boothill also definitely calls you runt, squirt, & kid no matter how old you are or no matter how much you complain.

Frequently ruffles your hair as a sign of affection, although this ends in bickering when you do your hair before it.

Definitely can't cook for shit, every time he tries to make something for you out of the kindness of his heart, he absolutely wrecks it.

It ends up burnt and inedible, and a purple aura around in a cartoonish fashion. and oh, the poor kitchen, you can't count how many times you've had to fix something. it has gone through a lot.

The two of you have sleepovers where you do skincare, watch movies and gossip about anything and everything.

you would think that Boothill is more of a horror movie and/or action movies type guy but he has a soft spot for sappy romance movies and the saddest films possible.

and if you feel like it, both of you talk about your love life.

Trains you by sparring in hand-to-hand combat, he usually wins the sparring, but you've gotten close to beating him.

After your training session you flop on the floor like a dead fish and beg him to carry you back inside, he obliges but not before teasing you for falling to the ground.

he picks you up in a princess carry or in a piggy back ride.

Boothill gives you things at the most random times, "oh but it's not a holiday or anything special today!" you can say but he won't care. accept his gift.

If you just as much glance at something in a store for 1 millisecond you'll find said thing in a gift bag with a little note, handwritten by him.

Since he's part robot he can't drink water or even touch it or he will malfunction, even though he's made to sustain the harsh weather of the desert and attacks from the criminals he hunts down.

so if he's being stubborn and does go through with touching water, you're the one who (quite literally) brings him back to life.

and because of this you've become well-versed in technology. you constantly fix anything that is wrong, such as a jammed finger. Although can't seem to get rid of that swear filter that he's unfortunately stuck with.

Overall Boothill is a very fun elder brother who wants to keep you safe.

You woke up to the feeling of being moved from your spot on your desk. you had been working on one of your tech projects, spending hours on end tinkering away in your room. You cracked one eye open, sleep pulling at your eyes, wanting them to close one more. You were met with the familiar face of your brother above you. then you registered the feeling of his hand on your back and underneath your knees.

Boothill noticed your sleepy gaze on him, and he smiled cheekily, "Heya, runt. I see ya' woke up" he chuckled in amusement at your disheveled appearance. He laid you down on your bed and placed the covers over your body, you immediately sank into your mattress and the soft feeling of the blanket on top of you was making you sleepier.

"Jeez, how long have ya' been up?" His smile dropped a little as he noticed a faint outline of dark circles underneath your eyes. "dunno..." you slurred out and turned to your side, facing him. "Hey, big bro?" you quietly said, Boothill raised an eyebrow "yea?" he asked.

You softly grinned, "Love ya'" you said, then suddenly being interrupted by a yawn. there was silence as your eyes drooped and eventually closed as you fell into a deep slumber.

Boothill stared at your sleeping face, it wasn't exactly surprising that you had said that you loved him. It was just that you didn't say it often, it wasn't that you didn't want to. Boothill's schedule is almost always full, so spending time with him can be hard. A rare soft smile graced his features and he reached over to caress your head.

"I love ya' too, kid." He whispered.

[yasemei]

you will not lose.

[yasemei]

FOR THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER

summary: the price she pays for being the adoptive daughter of the outstanding dr. ratio wherein love and support are out of the question.

pairing: dr. ratio. . . hsr (the reader is included)

was it requested? nope

genre: angst, adoptive father x adoptive child trope, lack of love from a parent, burdened by academic pressure, visible favoritism

note: this bond is strictly platonic in the story and also the reader here is around her teenage years, let's say 16-17. this is purely based on fiction, nothing in this fic is really based on the character behind the story. i might also plan to make it a small series as a continuation of this story. wahahaha, this is the first time I'm writing a story after a year so it's to be expected that the quality is not the same as before.

In Dr. Ratio's assigned classes, only one qualified student has caught his interest among the other idiotic students he has to deal with daily. Witnessing another genius who stands on the same level as him is a rare opportunity for him to finally engage with someone who understands his complex theories and ideas.

This student's intelligence and passion for the subject matter reignite Dr. Ratio's own enthusiasm for teaching and push him to delve even deeper into the material during their discussions.

The subject itself is significant enough to warrant attention. Many students were initially intimidated by Dr. Ratio's high expectations as they strived to work harder in order to pass his challenging classes. However, envy brewed within some students as they witnessed the special connection he formed with this particular student, leading them to see them as a threat to their own academic success.

It is uncommon to hear Dr. Ratio lavish this student with such praise, but it is an absolute privilege to behold. The student is very lucky to have Dr. Ratio's mentorship and support, as it is clear that he sees great potential in them.

Unfortunately, it is not the student whom Dr. Ratio has adopted and formed a private father-daughter relationship with. The student who always received average grades and rarely stood out in the class is not favored by her adoptive father due to her lack of academic achievement.

Her name is [Y/N] [L/N], and though she is legally adopted, her adoptive father preferred not to share his surname with her, as he only wanted to be associated with excellence.

A found family? No, this was a mistake. [Y/N]'s relationship with Dr. Ratio is more transactional than familial, based on abiding by unrealistic expectations rather than genuine care and connection.

Burdening such weight upon her shoulders has led [Y/N] to constantly strive for perfection to gain her adoptive father's approval, creating a sense of pressure and inadequacy in her academic pursuits.

There were many uncomfortable moments where she tried to persuade Dr. Ratio to see her as more than just a student, but these attempts were often met with dismissal and disinterest.

One day, when she received an almost perfect score on a test she had worked hard to achieve, especially when the subject was not her strong suit, she finally felt a glimmer of hope that maybe she could prove herself worthy in Dr. Ratio's eyes.

At their shared home, she eagerly showed him the test, hoping for praise and validation. "Father, look! I did really well on my test!" she exclaimed, holding her breath in anticipation of his reaction.

Veritas Ratio merely looked at the test paper and scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Why are you so proud of this mediocre performance? You still have a long way to go before I will be impressed," he remarked coldly, crushing her hopes with his harsh words. She felt a sinking feeling in her chest, realizing that no matter how hard she tried, it may never be enough for her father's approval.

"Why can't you be like one of the top students? They always excel in everything they do," he added, his disappointment palpable in his tone.

He shook his head and walked past his daughter without a second glance, leaving her feeling dejected and unappreciated. The girl clenched her fists in frustration, attempting to battle off the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Upon her firm grip, the paper in her hands crumpled, almost accidentally creating a small hole where her father's words had pierced through her confidence.

This is not fair to her.

Aren't fathers supposed to be proud of their children's efforts and support them unconditionally? Then again, this is Dr. Ratio she is referring to; it's nearly impossible to earn his approval if she's within average.

She closed her eyes, exhaling deeply as her shoulders nearly fell in defeat. In Dr. Ratio's eyes, becoming the ideal student is the only way to repay him for all of his sacrifices to ensure her a comfortable life.

Her having a place to call home and food on the table every day is a great privilege that she was granted because of him. He gave her a second chance to excel in life to secure a future for her to proudly walk on. However, as a teenager in need of unwavering love and support from a figurehead, she wanted her father to be proud of her, or maybe love her the way she is.

Tears were already forming in her eyes when she opened them. She quickly entered her bedroom while trying to stop the tears from falling, but her quivering lips betrayed her attempt at composure.

The cries only increased when she entered her room, following her door lock immediately. She sat on her bed and grabbed the nearest pillow she could find, burying her face in it to muffle the sobs that wracked her body. "What should I do?" Her voice was shaking as she whispered to herself, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of her emotions.

One thing that differentiates her from her adoptive father is how she easily adapts to her own emotions. To her perspective, it's considered her strength, but to him, it's considered a weakness.

Another thing that the both of them can't relate to one another besides excellence and personal preferences.

[Y/N] removed the pillow from her face, revealing a visible damp trail of tears on the fabric. Her cheeks hurting from the force of her sobs, she took a deep breath and tried to steady herself.

She was beginning to zone out, her mind wandering to a place of solitude where she could process her emotions without judgment.

"I just want him to be proud of me," she whispered, her gaze undeniably sorrowful as she wiped off the last remnants of tears from her cheeks.

Many days had passed since the embarrassing event, and recalling the painful memory still brought a pang to her heart, but she cringed at the way she presented herself at that time.

She scoffed at herself. "I can't believe I let myself act like that," she muttered, feeling embarrassed and frustrated. "Father wouldn't even approve of my behavior if he saw me like that."

Once more, Dr. Ratio argued that expressing emotion was a sign of weakness, yet she couldn't help but feel exposed in that situation. This is yet another concern besides academic performance: struggling to maintain composure and control over her emotions in front of others.

She could not take the chance of listening to his tirades about self-control. Not when it means that she is being called "emotionally immature" for displaying even the smallest trace of vulnerability and that she is being compared to other students who managed their emotions better than she did.

In her father's sharp words, "Crying is meaningless and only shows that you are unable to handle your own emotions like a mature adult. Take an example from one of your classmates, who always remains composed and never lets their emotions get the best of them. Understand?"

It didn't take a guess who he was referring to; it was always the same student, the one who seemed to have it all together. A card that her father always uses whenever he wants to highlight her shortcomings and push her to be more like the "perfect" student.

She had no choice if she wished to gain his approval; she made a conscious effort to suppress her emotions and put on a facade of strength both in public and to her father, even when she felt overwhelmed inside.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a mild throbbing in her forehead. Gosh, even her physical pain is such a hassle. She massaged her temples, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

Dr. Ratio, however, was occupied conversing with his favorite student. It was the longest record to see him fully engage with someone other than himself.

They both exchanged their own theories or perspectives on the topic at hand, with Dr. Ratio showing genuine interest in his students's ideas and later giving praise for their insightful analysis.

It's a common occurrence between the two of them. After class, Dr. Ratio would sometimes invite the student to one of his discussions in his office, away from the idiotic students who always spoil the intellectual atmosphere.

No one could understand their conversations as much as they do, as they delved into complex topics with ease and understanding that surpassed the comprehension of others.

It irritates the gambler to no end.

Adventurine regarded the exchange with a hawk's eye. He is aware that the doctor has an adoptive daughter from behind the scenes, as he is trusted to keep it a secret from the public.

He isn't stupid enough, though, to ignore the neglect the doctor shows toward her. The doctor's indifference towards his adoptive daughter is evident in the way he rarely mentions her or includes her in any activities, causing Adventurine to question the doctor's responsibility as a legal guardian.

He planned to rile him up with the issue at hand privately today, but with the favored student present, he needed to get them out of the way first.

Before making another flamboyant approach to the doctor, the man quickly fixed his appearance. He opened the door widely and greeted the two individuals with a boyish grin, his arm resting on his waist in a casual yet confident manner.

"Well, well, well, what a pleasant surprise to see both of you here. I was just about to discuss something important with the doctor if you don't mind stepping out for a moment." Despite his friendly smile, he spoke with his eyes narrowed toward the favored student.

With an awkward glance at the doctor, the student got up from the chair and excused themselves from the room while Adventurine kept staring at them with a sharp gaze.

With an irritated groan, Dr. Ratio returned his attention to the remaining visitor. He asked sharply, cocking his head suspiciously, "What brings you here, gambler?"

Adventurine chuckled and replied, "What? You should be used to my presence by now, Doctor. I always seem to find my way into interesting situations." He dragged a chair closer and leaned in, observing him with a dead stare.

"Such as?" Dr. Ratio questioned, crossing his leg and tapping his fingers on the armrest. He can already smell trouble from a mile away, and Adventurine was always at the center of it.

Adventurine smirked. "To see you constantly hanging out with the top student instead of your daughter is a bit odd, don't you think?" He straightened his posture and slowly walked towards the doctor, his intimidating purple eyes never leaving his. "Don't tell me that you're forgetting your responsibility as a parent, doctor," he added with a sly grin, his face slowly inching closer to Dr. Ratio's.

Dr. Ratio's expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes as Adventurine's words hung in the air. He is aware that Adventurine is jabbing him where his conscience lies, questioning his priorities and loyalty to his own child.

"Foolish question," Dr. Ratio finally replied, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of defensiveness. "I assure you, Mr. Adventurine, I take my responsibilities very seriously." Adventurine scoffed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure you do, Doctor. But actions speak louder than words," he retorted smoothly. "Your child may need more than just assurances."

Dr. Ratio's jaw clenched, a flash of irritation crossing his features before he regained his composure. "You may think you know best, gambler, but meddling in my personal affairs is not your place," he shot back, his tone cool and controlled.

However, Adventurine could see the doubt lingering in Dr. Ratio's gaze, a crack in the facade that only he seemed to notice.

"Suit yourself," Adventurine chuckled, a knowing glint in his eye. "But remember, sometimes a little help is all it takes to make things right."

Dr. Ratio's expression hardened as he glared at him, his resolve unwavering despite Adventurine's words. "What are you trying to propose, gambler?"

Adventurine simply shrugged, his smile never faltering. "Just offering a friendly suggestion; leave the kid to me," he replied casually before turning to leave, leaving Dr. Ratio to ponder his words in silence.

Leave [Y/N] to Adventurine?

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, knowing that trusting the gambler was a risky move. He couldn't ever pass his child to his companion when he knew Adventurine's background was filled with deception and unpredictability. What does he know about parenting anyway?

It's funny that as soon as he thought those words, they stuck with him as well.

What does Dr. Ratio know about parenting? He knows that a parent must always let their children get involved in their academic pursuits if they wish to secure a future or be worthless. He knows that, as a parent, emotions are useless, a distraction from the ultimate goal of one's dream, and an inconvenience to be avoided at all costs.

Dr. Ratio knows what he's doing when it comes to raising successful children, even if his methods may seem harsh to some. He doesn't need someone like Adventurine to remind him about something he doesn't know.

"Insolent fool," Dr. Ratio mumbled, rolling his eyes at the thought of Adventurine questioning his parenting skills. He is confident in his approach and believes in the importance of discipline and focus for achieving success.

It will continue to be that way.

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hihi!! may I req ratio,aventurine and wriothesley with a teen!reader who is getting bullied badly?

reader is a student in ratios, the youngest IPC employee in aventurines and the youngest prisoner in wriothesleys

thank youu

Hello there, Anon!! I absolutely love this idea, so thank you for the request, and I hope you'll like this!!<33

Content: Some descriptions of bullying!!, teen reader, platonic relationships, fluff, hurt/comfort, some angst, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not fully proofread))

》WRIOTHESLEY

Wriothesley knew from the start that you'd have a rough time here. You were very young and not the strongest he had seen either. You were akin to a scared and confused child due to your sentencing having been rather... unfair, in his own opinion. You reminded him of himself when he first arrived down here, and so, he took it upon himself to watch over you from afar until you've settled in properly.

However, as he had perhaps expected, people didn't go easy on you. You were teased and bullied, and some much older inmates were going as far as taking your hard earned tokens or food. And whilst some say that it was the survival of the fittest down here, Wriothesley didn't adhere to that anymore. Just because they were criminals didn't mean that they had to be so uncivilized in a place they had to now call home for most likely life.

And so, he eventually put a stop to it by being a little "rough" himself with the way he worded his orders for people to leave you alone. You were taken under his wing completely afterward, as he had hope that you'd perhaps make it out after all one day and lead a much better life than he could.

》AVENTURINE

Aventurine immideatly took notice of the way some older IPC agents picked on you. You were the youngest there, maybe even a little younger than he was when he was first taken in, and it was quite obvious that you were therefore an easy target. He tried keeping an eye on you as much as he could until he eventually just put in the request to be the one to mentor you.

He quickly made sure to always have you at his side whenever you were doing business for the IPC with coworkers. It made things alot easier regarding all the teasing and bullying, but it took alot out of him to not get annoyed whenever someone made a sly comment towards you.

Aventurine keeps you safe and helps you build your confidence up by letting you speak your mind and take over challenging jobs. He would also absolutely pull some strings to gain you more respect amongst your peers if needed, ofcourse.

》DR. RATIO

Dr. Ratio was keeping his eyes on you from the start during his classes, although it did take him moment to notice the bullying. You were always a very reserved and quiet child, so he usually left you alone as long as you paid attention in class and did your homework. But when your grades began to dramatically decline, he knew something must've been going on with you.

And so he decided to take alot longer when packing his things after class ended. He acted like he wasn't really paying attention to anyone anymore either, which is how he finally caught your bullies picking on you. To say that he was displeased would be an understatement. He didn't tolerate bullying in his class and made sure to place all of your bullies in detention the moment he could.

Dr. Ratio saw it as important for you to continue your studies even after what happened, but this time in private sessions away from the main classes until you felt safe again. He might be strict and stern at times, but ultimately he just wants the best for you and makes sure you know that.

Alrighttt, I hope this was okay, Anon, and thank you again for your request!!<33

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HONKAI STAR RAIL MEN AS FATHERS! pt three.

— featuring ┊aventurine, dr ratio, argenti, sunday, boothill, gallagher x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊2.1 MILD SPOILERS ON SUNDAY’S PART. not proofread, hsr men as fathers makes a comeback ! purely sfw (fluff), established relationships, slight random angst in argenti’s part (his part was long i was feeling a bit emo), mentions of pregnancy + labour but not the actual details of labour (lol), them jus being absolute sweethearts, cuteness overload i say (more tba!) | part one. part two.

— a/n┊hsr papas makes a BIG ASS comeback after months! i finally made a third part 2 this god bless 😋🙏 i almost forgot argenti so i had to squeeze him in LOL anyways guys we have sm girl dads… girl dad attendance pls!!! rocco song lyrics in the beginning of each thingy real not fake??? (i love rocco) | special tag! @rosequarzo

⊹ PAPA #1 : AVENTURINE

“𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.. 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎.”

⊹ aventurine would have twins, one girl one boy! (one of each wow) he would have a little princess along with a little prince! let me tell you, he was so excited when he finally got to hold his little younglings. he loves both of his kids sm, he probably cried during their births and held each of them, snuggling their small bodies against his chest (stop.)

“my darling.. thank you for this beautiful gift you gave us. you did so good.”

⊹ aventurine would bring his kids to work if you were too busy, and he still does! when they were still very tiny, aventurine would bring his little daughter and little son to work, taking great pride in his little ones as he brags about them to topaz and everyone else! sometimes his workers would see him walking with two little ones on each hand, his little ones singing a happy song while he nodded along and spun her and her brother around <3

his little ones are shy so, sometimes they’d hide behind his leg whenever aventurine spoke to anyone, with his hand on both of their heads (enough.)

⊹ aventurine’s little ones are literally copy paste of him, they both have his beautiful eyes, his hair, and copy his mannerisms! your genes did NOT fight when it came to them gn.. but don’t worry! your kids inherited some of your traits personality wise i’m sure.

“look, baby.. they have the same eyes as me.”

⊹ aventurine couldn’t be more thankful to be blessed with twins, sometimes he’d stare at his little ones and start tearing up, wondering how he helped you create something so pure. after the many challenges and hardships of his life, he finally got what he wanted most, love and his own family to care for. “papa? why are you crying?” his son blurted, glancing towards his sister before they both hugged their father, earning a chuckle from him as he sniffled.. holding both of them against him.

aventurine wiped the tears that left his pretty eyes, caressing his son’s cheek, and then his daughter’s, “nothing nothing.. i’m just so happy to be your father.”

⊹ PAPA #2 : DR RATIO

“𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄’ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.“

⊹ dr ratio would have three daughters, three little daughters to protect and also three little daughters who would sass him daily + humble him as karma for him being so mean to everyone else! it’s okay, he lets them <3 he loves them so much, he wouldn’t trade them or you for anything else!

“daddy your bed hair looks bad today!” one of his little princesses would say, he merely blinked in disbelief “who’s teaching you all these things, hm?” he said in a low yet soft tone. “you, daddy!” she answered

⊹ dr ratio is a strict father, but not overly strict. he would be strict with his daughters education, but he means well.. he just wants them to do good and follow their dreams! he would help them do their homework, projects, and help them practice things they’ll struggle at! he’s (more) patient with his three princesses than most and teaches them about all sorts of things

⊹ dr ratio who has a soft spot for you and his little ones, both of you are his pride and joy.. the light of his life. i’m sure when his daughters were still itty bitty tiny babies, he soothes or tries to calm his daughters down during fussy times by trying to make them laugh by putting on that dumb mask he always wore, and it would work! his daughters would giggle, grabbing his face as they nuzzled their noses against his (enough guys)

“you look stupid.” you chuckled, leaning against his arm while you held the other two girls in your arms. he would raise a brow as he shot a quick yet soft glare at you, pulling his daughter closer as he patted her back. “well, our daughter thinks otherwise.”

⊹ dr ratio would scare away any boy away with no problem LMAO when his daughters get older, and y’know.. they’re all having crushes or what not, he would easily scare them away! you scold him at times, telling him to give the boys a chance! he’s strict with who would date his daughters. despite this, he means well. he just doesn’t want his little princesses to get in any toxic or horrible relationships! he really does mean well :(( but sometimes.. his logic can be so strange

“i told you, that boy is not good for you.” he kept his arms crossed, staring at his daughter with a firm gaze.

“but dad! all he did was give me a hug!”

“that’s why he’s not good for you. he’s touching my daughter.”

⊹ PAPA #3 : ARGENTI

“𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎?“

⊹ argenti would have a son, maybe he’ll have more coming but a son will do for now <3 because of his constant travels, despite this, he had no knowledge of your pregnancy.. because he soon departed a few weeks prior you found out about the baby within you, leaving you alone. the labour was painful, you almost lost your life from how difficult it was without anyone by your side to soothe you except for the nurses. he wouldn’t find out you had a son until he returned to you one day, shocked to see a newborn baby nestled comfortably in your arms.. wrapped in a cozy blanket. “i.. apologize my love, i cannot stay long.” he murmured, trying to touch your shoulder but you pulled away from him :(( because of his accidental negligence, miscommunication would happen as you figured he just didn’t wanna raise the baby with you. you held the baby tight against your arms, trying your best not to tear up.

“.. no, it’s okay. i understand. i’m.. sorry for being a burden to you,”

“wait, my love.. i’m not leaving you completely.. i’m just—“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence as you turned, walking off

⊹ argenti would be filled with deep regret when he found out you thought of yourself as a burden, he knew he was selfish with his choices.. choosing to depart just one more time instead of helping his wife raise his own fresh and blood. because of his decisions, he probably never got to see his son grow out of infancy, making their relationship nonexistent. he knew you had done nothing wrong bearing his child, especially when it was through the love between you both that helped the child be conceived. this only made him want to prove himself to you oncd and for all, returning.. determined to give the love he failed to provide for both you and his son.

⊹ argenti smiled bitterly as son was now a three years old as he missed so many things.. his son’s first steps, first words.. he could no longer remain silent in the face of despondency that you seemed to hold within your precious heart he broke. you had carried his son in your womb for nine months without his knowledge, enduring the rigours of pregnancy and labour by yourself. you had done nothing wrong, and he was very much in love with you.. and loved his son deeply. he was determined to reconnect with you.

“i promise, my love.. i’m deeply sorry. i won’t turn a blind eye to you ever again. please, tell me anything that’s on your mind from now on, please give me another chance to deem myself worthy of your love.

⊹ argenti was a completely different man as he tried his absolute best to live the life he would’ve lived if he wasn’t so busy, spending time with his son and you. taking his son out on adventures and late night walks, teaching him about the worlds outside of the one they lived in now, he loves and cherishes his son.. of course. he just hoped that maybe one day, his son would love him enough to call and consider him his father.

“you see those? those three stars.. are me, you, and your mother.” argenti spoke softly, chuckling when his son nodded eagerly, nuzzling against him

⊹ PAPA #4 : SUNDAY

“𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.. 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍.“

⊹ sunday would have two kids, a daughter and a son just like him and his sister robin! but, instead of his son being older, his daughter is older! <3 sunday’s kids are either a copy of you and him there is no in between i swear. his two kids definitely inherited one thing from him though, his little wings by his ears <3 when you gave birth his children, his heart almost melted at the sight of their teeny tiny little wings protruding from their little heads, knowing it’ll grow the same size as his one day!

“my wings.. they have my wings.”

⊹ sunday would most definitely use his wings to play peekaboo with his babies when they were young, and they would always make them laugh (stop) sometimes he’d be left alone with them both and if they grew fussy, he would start playing peekaboo with his wings trying his best to calm down his little ones :(( sometimes you’d catch him playing peekaboo with his little ones, letting his wings cover his eyes and then reopening them :,3 it’s so adorable!

⊹ sunday is overprotective over his kids, let’s just make that clear. because of what happened to their aunt robin, he doesn’t want anything to happen to them too. sunday has cameras everywhere, he even hired bodyguards to guard his children and their rooms all day long, i’m sure he never even revealed to the public that he even had kids, to prevent them from getting a target put on their backs from dangerous things :(( he really does worry abt his babies

“my children.. where did my children go off to?”

“they’re with your wife, sir sunday.” ooh. he felt a relief rush through him when the bodyguard said those words.

⊹ sunday who’s one chill dad, sure he can be overbearing sometimes but he’s willing to give his little darlings the freedom and childhood they needed, not rushing them into things. he provides them with a good education, plays with them, and is overall present in their lives.. letting him disturb him and trash his office while he goes on important meeting calls or work on papers (LMAO)

⊹ PAPA #5 : BOOTHILL

“𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄..”

⊹ boothill would most definitely have a daughter, a daughter who is nothing but the newest light in his life! although, labour was a shock to him.. you squeezed his hand so tight he almost thought his metal hands and fingers were gonna fall apart LMAO ++ boothill never thought about family life much, but when you both had your daughter.. he fully committed his life to being a good husband to you and fully committed to taking good care of his little princess! his little girl would probably inherit his sharp teeth, often nibbling and biting him gently in her early years of being a toddler (LOL)

“what the— darlin’! do you see this?! our lil’ girl is biting me!”

⊹ boothill would kinda be the most childish and unserious dad ever, he takes cheesy photos and he would post them on his social media of his family and his daughter. but no, not just ordinary pictures, pictures of him and his little princess on a random horse in the hot sun! like just imagine, him holding his little princess while he has a piece of wheat in his mouth, posing for the camera and posting it (LMAO)

“pose, darlin’ girl! show daddy those sharp teeth!” his daughter would smile with her big sharp teeth, posing with their new horse friend!! (boothill probably robbed it)

⊹ boothill who can only feel physical touch on his face, when his daughter was still a baby.. her little hands would touch his cheeks and giggle softly, earning a low chuckle from him while he blows on her belly, his little princess holding onto his soft locks (stop) his heart would melt every time his daughter would grab at his face, you and his daughter make him feel alive even :,3

⊹ boothill would try finding balances with the dangers of his occupation and as a father + husband. he really does try to balance everything out and be there for you and his daughter. he wants you to know that you both are his number one priority and he wouldn’t trade you both for anything else.

“daddy loves you very much. you know that right?” he carried his daughter around as she blew bubbles with her mouth, giggling and speaking random gibberish. aeons, he can’t believe he helped make something so pure.

⊹ PAPA #6 : GALLAGHER

“𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.”

⊹ gallagher is definitely a family man. you guys can’t tell me otherwise, he probably has four darling kids (damn), three sons and one precious daughter! and let me say, he’s an excellent father to all his little ones <3 hope you had a fantastic time popping all of them out! (LMAO) he would help you all throughout your pregnancy.. making food for you, everything! he would let you heal while he changes all the diapers, etc! (he loves u sm)

⊹ gallagher who makes sure he treats you with love and care, often doing cheesy things with you infront of his kids as they go “ewww!” and everything like that :,3 whether it be giving flowers to you on valentine’s day, setting up dramatic anniversary celebrations, buying you gifts, giving you kisses, etc! this man loves you a lot and he would do anything cheesy with you infront of his kids, he really wants them to grow up telling everyone that their parents were in love :(( he wants his beloved marriage with you to be a fragment of true love and influence the real aspects of marriage to his little ones <3

“ewwww! daddy why do you keep kissing mommy that’s gross!” his daughter spoke up as a chuckle left his throat, patting her head. “because i love your mother very much.. that’s why.”

⊹ gallagher who like i said, is such an excellent father. his parenting skills are UNMATCHED. he’s one of the most gentle and chill fathers out there! he would serve as a guide and teacher to his four darlings, teaching them all they needed to know and he would most definitely teach his three sons how to treat a lady right, and treat their future partners the same as they treat their mother and sister, with respect! i’m sure he’ll also teach his little girl to be confident and independent!

⊹ gallagher is the type of dad who would make dad jokes often, and sometimes he’s the typa dad that would embarrass his little ones infront of their friends or future partners! he’s just a silly dad who loves and cherishes his kids a lot!

“dad.. those jokes aren’t even funny.” his son raised a brow

“hm? you don’t think my jokes are funny? i figured they were.. what are you talking about?”

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⭒ HONKAI STAR RAIL MEN AS DADS

fem reader x jing yuan, sunday, dr ratio, blade + aventurine ( seperate ) ; fluff. dad au. random papa scenarios for my maryse. petnames used; my dear, my love. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

⭒ JING YUAN

it had become a habit of sorts, an adorable one at that, whenever your husband- the well respected general of the cloud knights would insist that he have some time with your daughter to give you a rest from your usual responsibilities. jing yuan would always ask you with the smoothest drawl, kissing along your cheeks while the little one clung around her daddy’s neck and you can’t deny the affect seeing him being so loving with her had on you, you could hardly resist it.

although it did always end up the same way, you’d come home from your errands- your appointments that you finally managed to squeeze in now that he was home on leave for a few days despite the every growing workload he has. but you’d return home to a quiet house, finding the two sleeping figures of your husband and your daughter curled up on the couch after the hard day you’re sure they’ve had.

but they look peaceful, your daughter pressing around jing yuan’s chest while one of her dads muscled arms keep her there with no trouble. it’s impossible for you to not wind up resting in the couch beside them as you curl up against your husbands chest.

you know he’s awake when his lips curl up into a soft grin almost immediately when he feels you press against him, “long day?” you drawl and he groans, quietly as to not wake the sleeping child.

“hah, oh yes, you didn’t see the tea party. our daughters ability to entertain a crowd is quite awe-inspiring.” you feel your husband, jing yuan’s, free arm drop from the back of the sofa to curl around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your cheek is resting softly on his muscled shoulder. you feel the tension from your day melt away as you snuggle into him.

“you mean her plushies?” you laugh softly and your husband finally decides to peek open his sleepy gaze to admire you, followed by a gentle look towards his daughter that’s still sound asleep against him.

“ofcourse, theyre the guests of honour.” jing yuan speaks teasingly, albeit matter of factly as he raises a brow at you and you snort before leaning in to steal a quick peck from his lips. although you struggle to pull yourself away when he decides to hold you there a little longer, lips lingering on yours as he smiles into the kiss.

but eventually, he relents when you tap playfully on his chest, “well, general- i better start cleaning up.” you smile but his arm around your shoulders only seems to lock around you even tighter. you couldn’t move even if you tried as he gets himself comfortable again, moving your daughter softly until he has both of you squished on either sides of his body.

“nonsense, my dear- i just got quite comfortable, so i’m afraid you can’t leave yet.” jing yuan purrs and you give him a look from beneath your lashes when he rolls his head back again, resting his eyes closed despite the way he’s still grinning softly.

“you going to spend your entire leave from work sleeping?” you tease and his chest bounces slightly when he chuckles.

“hm, well nothing is of utmost importance to me quite like spending time my two favourite girls. so, join me?” he murmurs quickly because he knows you can’t ever say no to them. he’s right, you can’t help but find yourself looking over your drowsy little family fondly as you gaze between your husband and your daughter. she’s like a perfect mixture of you both as her cheek squishes against your husbands chest.

it is almost unfair how easy it is to give in to the both of them as you rest your cheek against the other side.

⭒ SUNDAY

you had no doubts that sunday would be a great father, so when you’d been lucky enough to bare two of his children, you felt more at ease than afraid despite the lifestyle change because you knew you would have him there to take care of you. your children resembled your husband most, his halovian genes with their wings and halo, his eyes - they were perfect mixtures of you both.

they’d taken up your mannerisms and personality despite their fathers looks which unfortunately for your husband.. meant he was weaker to them than some may expect from the head of the oak family. you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t caught you off guard too; but you found it to be quite charming whenever you’d be lucky enough to oversee how they were the ones that seemed to be controlling everything around them.

“we have spoken about this before, my dear. dessert must be saved for after dinner, do you remember? but fret not, your meals will be ready soon.” you hear the smooth sound of sundays voice from the kitchen as you push your way through the door, being greeted by your daughter and son standing at his feet as the two young children cross their arms. their expressions are grumpy and temperamental, although you can’t deny that it definitely mirrors an expression of your own as you try to hide your giggle at the scene.

“we don’t want to wait.” “yeah! we want it right now.” your husband squeezes the space between his brows as the two children back eachothers replies, it makes you wonder how long this conversation has actually been going on when he sighs. it was well known that sunday favoured being in control and although your children were well-behaved- they were just smart enough to have picked up on your husbands seemingly weak spot when it was two against one.

“yes, that is quite understandable. but i cannot allow you to have sweets before proper nutrion, that is not how meals are enjoyed, dessert must come after.” sunday tries again as he stands up straighter and you assume it’s an act of trying to appear much like an authoritive figure. although the gesture is met by a few small stomps of tiny feet as they whine.

“daddy, we want dessert now.” “dessert! dessert! dessert!” the children chant and you swear you can see the strings of your husbands sanity begin to pluck and snap as his shoulders drop, his posture hunching slightly with his next sigh.

“f-fine. we will have dessert first this once. but it sh’ant happen again, is that clear?” sunday huffs despite the fact his weak resolve is met with cheers from your children as you hide your laugh behind your palm in the doorway. it was quite amusing to see the head of the oak family and such a well known public figure fall victim to two pre-schoolers.

you hear sunday grumble again as the children wrap themselves around his legs. “yes, yes. your resilience is quite extraordinary.. i wonder who exactly you get that from.” he scoffs and your husbands gaze lifts to meet yours as he says it. suddenly, you feel yourself edging out of the room while you try to hide your laugh.

although you hear three sets of footsteps quickly follow behind you.

⭒ DR RATIO

becoming a father was a role that seemed to come to ratio rather naturally. especially when you were pregnant, he had done some notable research into things that would make you feel better; to ease your illness, any aches or cravings. he’d looked into all of it and doted on your every beck and call despite how straightforward and blunt he came across to others.

although you did find it rather amusing, when you’d come home one day to find your ever loving husband; cross legged in your toddlers bedroom as he read her through a book regarding something that looks like physics or mathematics. the sight was only made even more charming given the way your daughter only seemed to be more preoccupied with putting the corners of the textbook into her mouth instead of actually listening.

but ratio was always a firm believer that intellect and creativity were not confined to geniuses- although he also believed that no child of his would ever fall victim to idiocy either, he’d make sure of it - although you’re sure he’d love them anyway.

“come now, we are not done here yet. class is still in session.” his voice sounds a few seconds later, a little bit louder but still the soft tone he took with your young daughter. despite his usual tone of voice with others, he never once raised his voice at either of you- even though his words are only met with giggles and gurgles from the baby opposite him as she opts to crawl her way closer.

“to learn this from youth is the most efficient method.” ratio states matter-of-factly as the toddler pulls her way into his lap, he helps her albeit slightly, until her tiny hands are able to reach out and touch the pages before her. “or do you have a superior strategy, pray tell?”

your daughter offers him another gurgle, followed by a blown raspberry and another giggle but your husband only seems to hum like he can understand her. you’re sure if you asked him he’d assure you he absolutely can anyway. “yes that seems logically sound.”

“although for now, we shall continue until otherwise proven that this is ineffective.” ratio brings a hand up to smooth it through his hair but the toddler in his lap is quite eager to follow the movement as she tries to pull herself onto her feet, giggling while wrapping herself around your husbands muscled bicep for stability. “the next.. god, the next one is—“ you watch fondly at the way the genius before you wrestles with her slightly, so concerned incase she falls while also opting to just let his daughter climb all over him as he sits with his textbook eagerly open.

but still despite her few words and drifting attention span, he still continues regardless as she gurgles back at him adorably. “now, now- settle down. don’t interrupt your father, even if you are quite cute, it won’t work on me.” ( it’s definitely working on him )

⭒ BLADE

you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been atleast a little bit worried about how blade would react to finding out you were pregnant, you were well aware of not only his job but also the person he was. but at the same time, you also trusted him enough given how much love he was able to show you - albeit in his own way.

still, it was a pleasant surprise when your daughter had been born and your lover seemed to have taken his new found position quite well, albeit clumsily. it had taken a while for him to hold her, more out of fear of accidentally hurting or scaring her somehow - but as soon as you finally convinced him to and his touch was met with a very happy, albeit sleepy child; it seems his fear all but evaporated. you’d say he even looked soft in those special moments between father and baby.

blade was a protective father, that much was to be expected and you’re sure even the thought of your daughter dating was enough to send him on a blood-thirsty man hunt. but she was still young and for that he was thankful, her presence alone seems to have softened him up a lot more than you honestly would’ve expected.

but you can imagine even your surprise when you’d stumbled upon your own ( feared by many ) husband resting on the sofa next to your daughter while she clipped sparkly, pink hair clips into his hair. the pair are accompanied by silver wolf as she talks half-heartedly to blade about the upcoming mission. he’s listening, although he’s still quick to follow the child behind hims instructions when she tells him to move over or hold still.

he offers you a look as you approach the three, opting to ignore the giddy smile on your face as another bright pink bow is placed in his hair- although he still leaves a space beside him for you to slot into as always.

it only takes a few moments before your daughter finishes up and she giddily crawls into blade’s lap to snuggle into her fathers chest. your smiling brightly now, he can feel it to the side of him despite the way he deliberately makes no attempt to meet your gaze considering his new hairstyle. “daddy? do you like it?” his child asks eagerly and he grunts before turning his gaze to her.

“yes, it is quite frivolous.” she doesn’t quite understand the word, but she still assumes it means something good as she giggles from her place beneath him. opting to turn around to face away from him a few seconds later before looking back at him over her shoulder.

“kay, you do mine now, daddy!” she says excitedly and blade sends her his usual stoic, unreadable expression as he rests behind her.

“is it necessary?” he grumbles and you nudge at his shoulder with a tsk despite the way your daughter is still seemingly unbothered by his response. she only motions to the leftover ribbons and clips resting at his side before she turns around again, readying herself.

“mhm, then we can match!” you half expect him to say something else, but instead- blade actually opts to reach for one of the clips instead; a reaction that even earns silver wolfs raised brows as he twists the pink sparkly clip between his fingertips.

“hm, i understand. suit yourself.”

⭒ AVENTURINE

aventurine was an amazing father to both of your children, although that was something that you had no doubt about considering how much you knew he would treasure their childhood. they looked like both of you, although they had his eyes and you always found it to be quite magnificent whenever you’d see them blinking up at you, the gaze was quite beautiful and you cherished them immensely.

although given who their father is, it is safe to say that your children are infact spoiled, they’re only dressed in the best clothes ofcourse, have the best toys and accessories. it was one of the ways in which he showed his love for his family, to make sure that you all got whatever you wanted, while also teaching them that what they had should be cherished- so they grew up to be humble.

one thing you’d noticed is that aventurine never hid any parts of his life from them, albeit they were still too young to know the details so as far as they knew; their daddy was just really good at playing games and winning prizes.

he’d even insisted on teaching them how to play cards one night, although the deck of cards ended up falling victim to their artistic doodles a few hours later. but still, your husband couldn’t find it in himself to be mad, instead; the colourful, scribbled deck has become a lucky charm of sorts that he always carries around with him at work or during games.

although today, aventurine has attempted to take the kids to the casino with him, while its still light out to avoid the usual atmosphere that comes with the later night games.

“well this is quite interesting. have you made up your mind yet? turns don’t last forever, you know.” his captivating gaze glints from over his hand, eyeing his opponent intimidatingly as the atmosphere hangs heavy between them. he can pick up on his nervousness, he’s sure he doesn’t have a great card to play - it’s obvious in the sweat along his brow, the way his eyes are darting to each one he holds.

“although it would be quite a shame to lose all of those credits you’ve worked so hard for, wouldn’t it?” still, aventurine teases, his hand isn’t much good either; but aslong as he doesn’t let his opponent know that. this game is as good as his, a piece of cake really. “you should treasure them well, while you can atleast.”

he watches the way his opponents fingertips tremble as they reach for a random card and the gambler scoffs, “it’s all or nothing.” smirking,

“daddy, i like the black spade!” “my favourite is the red diamond, use that one.” the atmosphere in the game is cut suddenly when aventurine’s children suddenly pipe up from where they’re wrapping around his shoulders. although he almost goes pale as soon as they begin to point out his cards, discussing their favourites and what ones he should use like his opponent isn’t suddenly relaxing opposite him at the confession.

“ah, n-now, now. those are daddy’s secret weapons, you’re not supposed to let the man know we have those.” he grins kindheartedly despite the way his hand is suddenly gripping his chips beneath the table. he doesn’t have it in him to snap at them, but he’s pretty sure a little piece of his soul dies when his opponent chuckles. it was a friendly game afterall, just as well, hes been on a winning streak recently.

“but why not! is it bad?” his daughter asks, innocently and aventurine can’t help but soften when he turns to meet them. deciding to place down his cards on the table before he’s taking his hat off of his head and placing it onto his curious daughter’s instead as she blinks up at him. his shoulders relax with how fondly they gaze up at him.

“hah, no it’s… it’s nothing. how about we just go and get some ice cream instead? although.. this nice man was almost the one paying for it.”

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helo, for the event, wriothesley with teen reader who is the youngest prisoner of meropide?

a duke's mirror image

synopsis - when the youngest prisoner he's seen stays at the fortress

includes - wriothesley - platonic focus

warnings - gn!reader, reader's age isn't specified, fluff, slight angst, spoilers for wriothesley's backstory, wc - 1.5k

the law was an unforgiving and difficult to fight, especially in a nation known to be the home of the god of justice - fonatine's ideal was justice for that reason. wriothesley knew first hand how the oratrice mecanique d'analyse cardinale could determine a persons fate - would you live your life basking in fontaine's sunlight or be confined to the dull, damp confines of the fortress of meropide?

however that did not mean you couldn't turn your life around and emerge from the depths of fontaines water looking for a fresh start, although that did depend on why you were there from the start. as a young child, wriothesley entered those depths and emerged as someone who took their experience and eventually became the lord of where he was previously held - a bit ironic in his eyes but he meant well and he intended to upheld his morals.

as the lord of the fortress of meropide, he knew of every single criminal or accused that passed through the entrance and he knew of those that left - you could really see people from all walks of life inside the fortress. however it wasn't really everyday that a younger prisoner made their way into the depths so it made it all the more noticeable when your file was placed upon the duke's desk in advance for your stay after your trial had been finished.

normally, the first thing wriothesley would glance at would be the reason for convinctioon as to get an idea of who he was going to have to keep an eye on but his gaze was immediately directed to your age. from his memory, you would be the youngest prisoner of the fortress during his time as the lord - a small part of him had a nagging feeling that you would the youngest since his conviction. now he cared little for why you were convicted, sure he took a small glance but it seemed rather insignificant to him when you were that young.

he was rather lucky during his stay, the prisoners he was placed among took sympathy on his younger form and opted to help teach him a few tricks and such but he couldn't speak for the prisoners now - there was no guarantee that they would be as kind. someone as young as yourself still had your entire life ahead of you much like he did and this prison stay could decide whether or not you delve deeper into a dishonest and damaged future, wriothesley wouldn't allow that.

your cell was rather damp although you didn't know what you were thinking it would be when it was literally underwater, of course water would seep through eventually. the small continuous drip drip of the leak in the corner could atleast be a source of entertainment or maybe you could judge the sparce use of candles and lanterns in the cells. on the bright side, the bed didn't seem as bad as you were expecting and maybe you could actually convince yourself it was comfy.

your trial came much sooner than you wanted it to, it's not like you weren't expecting it but you swear they moved it forward. anxiety and apprehension soon morphed into pure dread and terror when your fate was promptly decided by the oratrice mecanique d'analyse cardinale - the ludex's voice resounded in your head and was sure to haunt you in the waking and sleeping world.

you don't know exactly how long you had been sat on the semi decent prison bed before a guard came to your cell and demanded you followed and you didn't really ask why. you were escorted to a cell that wasn't as damp or dark as your previous holding, sure it still held the bare minimum but it was definitely an upgrade in this place - only the did you turn to the guard and ask why but they propmtly locked you in and left.

your first day in the depths of the fortress went rather smoothly. none of the prisoners really gave you any hassle and some even looked at you with a tad bit of sympathy but you were a bit hesitant they weren't being judgey. you were also a bit suspicious when the cafeteria's robot mek bran gave you food that appeared to be different to the rest of the prisoners but you'd rather not make a fuss. a part of you preferred to just keep your head down and mind your own business but that became difficult when there was an obvious difference on your treatment as a prisoner.

it was only the second day of you're stay when you were informed the duke wanted to see you. small parts of you were immediately panicking as you tried to recall if you had done anything to garner the duke's attention but nothing came to mind which made it worse. you're entire walk there was filled with silence that allowed your thoughts to control your worries as you feared for the worst and it wasn't helped when you reached the duke's office and he was sat at his desk, file in hand.

on further inspection as you walked closer, you realised the file was yours. wriothesley placed the file down before reminding you to take a seat on the chair beside - it felt painstakingly long until you sat down and when you did the only sound that filled the awkward silence was the low hum of whatever music he had playing from his gramophone. wriothesley was the one to break the near silence and he began apologising for not talking to you sooner.

'you know how busy people can be, even i wish i wasn't this busy sometimes' he began and continued on explaining how he had been a bit busy over the oast few days, although he seemed to notice your apprehensive stand. he gave a small smile before stating 'you probably don't want to hear any of that so let me get to the point, by no means did i call you here for any negative reasons'

you remained silent as he continued 'please understand that i merely just want to inform you of a couple of things regarding your stay here' a small nod was all he managed to coax out of you.

you were convinced he didn't do this for all the prisoners but you didn't really feel you had the confidence to speak up and say anything, so you remained silent occasionally nodding to his words. 'i would also like to inform you that we had you're cell upgraded on my terms as well as your overall necessities' this was what peaked your interest and the final nail in the idea that he was giving you a better stay so he should've expected the 'why?' that you asked.

'i'm afraid i cannot tell you why but please know that any changes would have been authorised by me and are for your benefit'

a small part of you felt like you should tell him that you didn't want the extra's and you were a prisoner like everyone else down here but you felt he wouldn't listen. eventually he allowed you to return to your cell and you quickly took your leave as the duke's office became rather suffocating the more you stayed in it. you knew for sure that he was giving you a better stay than he would other inmates and you could take quite the reasonable guess that it was because of your age.

over your stay at the fortress, you tried to ignore all the extras granted to you but it became very hard to ignore when the duke invited you to his office for some small talk over lunch or happened to 'conicidentally' patrol the area around your cell and 'happened' to pass by yours to ask if you needed anything. one day you had happened to pass by sigewinne who was passing through the halls and you decided if anyone was going to give you an answer it would be her.

your suspicions were confirmed, the duke of the fortress had taken upon a duty to ease your experience in the fortress just because of how young you were. sigewinne made it very clear not to bring it up with him and you promised her you wouldn't. maybe knowing why he took pity upon you made it easier to accept his kindness.

wriothesley's kindness stard consistent toward you right until your final days at the fortress, and even as you departed wriothesley made sure to escort you out and wishes you best for your future.

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❤️‍🔥🖤Boothill cg moodboard and hcs🖤❤️‍🔥

Boothill nips at your fingers, acting like he is a shark

He takes his role as a caregiver way too seriously

He loves to cook for you, but he can only make a few simple dishes

His best dish is baked beans

He love to give piggy back rides but calls them horsey back rides

He likes to use walkie talkies with you

He always calls you tons of pet names

His favorite toys to play with with you are action figures

He loves to sing you to sleep, but he doesn't sing lullabies instead he sings murder ballads or Johnny Cash songs

The only dessert he can make is apple pie, but it's the best apple pie ever made

He lets you borrow his hat and thinks you look absolutely adorable in it

He likes to dance with you

He loves to play the fiddle while singing for you to dance to, even though he isn't great at singing and is pretty bad at the fiddle, but it still sounds nice

[yasemei]

CG!Sunday Moodboard + HCS

— Absolutely the sweetest with his little. If you're the type to always be sleepy when regressed, it's no problem for him. He'll keep you either next to him or on his lap, and sometimes he'll doze off right with you. Since Sunday's a busy man, he'll hold you while working, as long as you're either sleeping, or promise to let him focus.

— Makes you the cutest little snacks, like those tiny little tea sandwiches, either in rectangles, triangles, or with cute little cutouts that he uses to shape them into stars.

— Very affectionate with you. When he isn't holding you, he's patting your head or shoulder, smiling at you lovingly.

— Not exactly overprotective, but knows to keep an eye on you at pretty much all times, especially if his little is the type to be followed by trouble everywhere they go, or clumsy.

— Nicknames like "dearest", "baby", "little one", "sweet child", or "little star"!!! He absolutely adores you.

— Doesn't really trust other people to babysit, except Robin, of course, but even then, he prefers to take care of you by himself.

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Hello! Could I request for Aventurine and Sunday as single parents headcanons?

Characters: Aventurine & Sunday !platonic x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: Aventurine and Sunday as single parents

Warnings fluff, spelling mistakes,

Notes: I just saw that my request the oldest ones date back to the beginning of March. (IM SORRY ill try not to rush them but also just them out quickly so everyone is happy)

𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒

He's the type of parent to spoil his kids but also sorta strict but like in a fun way y’know. Like giving you a lot of candy but he’ll make sure you brush your teeth. Then if you don’t he’ll tell you a scary story about how the tooth fairy sees that you didn’t brush your teeth and she takes you away and traps you in her basement, taking all your teeth away since you can’t take care of them so you don’t deserve them.

Spoils so much. Whenever he’s gone for a couple of days because of the IPC, he brings so many gifts back for you, it’s not like he wants to do their dirty work so it's more like bringing gifts to both of you since seeing you happy makes him happy.

He got you a jar once filled with candy that you both would share taking two out each—for the both of you—it’s special to you since you both always share two to symbolize another good day for the two of you yet you won't take one unless he’s there with you since how can it be a good day if he’s not there. (stole that from The Male Lead's Little Lion Daughter)

Oh, he's def the type when you ask him to teach you card tricks the first time he messes with you and shows you the most complicated card trick you’ve ever seen then hands you the deck, starting at you as if expects you to do what he just did in your sleep or somethin’

Ugh, he’s also the type to read your bedtime story no matter how old you get. He still reads you Cinderella.

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎

You’re his perfect child. As everyone looks up to him, the people around your age do the same. You both are a perfect duo to each other. Almost like a spitting image of him with the way you act. 

He’s the type of parent who you don’t like to do something that he would dislike…it’s not an angry expression or frustrated words but disappointment…just that disappointed look on his face without any words to say just staring at you with that look on his face bring shivers down your spine. “I told you many times did I tell you to not do that…sigh, I'm disappointed in you.”

You always accompany him whenever he anywhere to go—you’re sort like his pet bird just waiting for him to give you any kind of command, forget being his assistant you’re more like a pet—you both always look good together maybe you might able to live up to how good of a duo that Sunday and Robin are but that’s far in the future and as if you have a chance.

He’s loving, patting your head whenever you do something good, it makes you so happy to get the slightest of his attention since he’s always working so hard for the small amount of attention is good enough for you.

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I really love your post, can I request Sunday and Aventurine with Diona reader?

For Aventurine, I think he will be your close customer in the casino (I don’t know if casino have bar but…meh;) )

For Sunday, I think he will tease you the most, pat head, scratch chin and treat you like a cat… dispite you hiss to stop. (in a tsundere way)

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴅɪᴏɴᴀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

pairings - sunday & diona! reader / aventurine & diona! reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ diona! reader/ platonic relationships/ familial relationships/ angst and some fluff

warnings - SPOILERS FOR 2.1 / angst / some characters might be ooc

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

prelude - You are a young bartender working at one of Penacony’s grandest casinos, a bustling place with customers from all corners of the universe. The skills you have when you’re on the other side of the counter are ones you both love and hate. Love, because you took pride in serving customers drinks that are known as the best throughout Penacony, and hate, because alcohol was something your father never ceased to get enough of… 

You built your reputation up from the ground, eventually getting employed as a bartender at the casino where you now work. Despite your age, your skills had convinced the higher-ups and thus you were plunged in front of the crowd of drunken customers, brewing and making concoctions that were outlandish and exotic. The cat ears and tail you had also drew some attention from customers who were enamored with how adorable you were, treating you like some kid (which you were).

After a roll of your eyes and a scolding, you always rolled up your sleeves and got to work. 

↻ Sunday was not a regular at the bar, but he would pop in here and there to check how business was doing

↻ When word had gotten around that a kid with cat ears and a tail had started working there, his interest got the best of him which led him to a seat at the counter

↻ The mahogany bar counter complimented the lavish environment, filling the atmosphere with a comforting warmth that lured a variety of customers in 

↻ When you had popped up to serve Sunday, he was intrigued at your professionalism and friendliness, finding it easy to engage in a conversation with you as you made him his drink

↺ Sunday rarely intended to get drunk, so he asked for something light and refreshing which you happily obliged to

↻ It didn’t take Sunday long to become somewhat of a regular there, the two of you got along quite well despite his ceaseless teasing 

↺ At first, he’d give you a light pat on the head and buy you things that cats normally like (it was an accident at first but after seeing your distaste for some of the things he got, he started getting them as a joke), then when the two of you were like siblings, he’d scratch under your chin, place a toy mice on the counter before he’d leave the bar, and use a laser to get your attention

↺ He’d chuckle at your fuming self that wiped even harder at a stain on a glass, but he’d know when to stop if it got too far

↻ You know how I mentioned that he’d get you things cats normally liked? Well you’d probably be happy with some of the stuff he got you, like the fish plushies or cat grass which you added to some of the dishes you made

↻ Eventually, Sunday would learn of your father’s alcoholism and how you swore to tear down the alcohol industry, comforting you when your eyes started to water at the thought of your dad

↺ Although Sunday could never understand your exact experiences, he’d do his best to provide you comfort and support whenever you felt down

↺ He wouldn’t meddle in your family’s business or issues, but he’d pray to Xipe for the best of you and your father

↻ Whenever you are upset, Sunday would like to help you come up with new concoctions as he finds the process interesting to watch (it serves as a distraction from whatever is bothering you as you are now focused on potential hits) 

↺ Admittedly, he’d find some of the ingredients you use disgusting, but it wouldn’t hurt to try something new now, would it? (Sunday is utterly surprise at the pleasant taste, feeding into your pride) 

↻ Sunday would support your work, promoting the place to new guests who wanted to try something that seemed like it could only be made in dreams

↻ If Sunday were to ever mistakenly get drunk, you’d happily (and worriedly) take him to Robin or someone he trusted 

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“Ugh, Sunday! You drank a little too much this time!” 

“..Sorry… I didn’t realize this- *hic* drink would be so.. strong.” 

The scent of alcohol that wafted off Sunday made your ear twitch in annoyance, putting away the glass that you were previously cleaning. “Geez, I didn’t realize that you were such a lightweight.” You huffed, wiping the counter with a damp rag. Sunday gave a breathy chuckle, head leaning on his arms as he closed his eyes. 

Sunday didn’t seem like he was going to sober up anytime soon. 

Sighing, you grabbed the glass that you had put away and filled it with some water before sliding it over to him. You watched him blink open his eyes which stared at the water droplets that dribbled down the side. Slowly, he carefully brought the beverage up to his lips and took a sip, humming in satisfaction at the refreshing taste. 

“...Thank you,” Sunday muttered, slightly more awake than before. 

You nodded at him, starting to dial a phone number that you became familiar with. 

“I’m going to call Robin to come get you, okay?”

“Mmm.. okay.” 

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↻ Ooh boy… you would definitely not get along with Aventurine that easily…

↻ As soon as he walked into the bar you were working at you immediately felt a bad vibe coming from him, and you were right

↺ He was suspiciously friendly when he first started talking to you, your ears lowering in caution (your ears are a dead giveaway to how you are feeling so Aventurine caught on easily)

↻ Despite the initial suspicion and threat Aventurine posed in the beginning, he soon became one of your regulars at the bar, his order already memorized for when he came in

↻ Aventurine was surprised by how a young bartender such as yourself landed a job here, curious as to what your backstory was like (and the fact you had cat ears and a tail)

↺ Of course, it took time to build up to a more detailed answer from you, but when you told him he could understand your ambitions

↻ As the sibling-like relationship progressed between the two of you, the both of you were able to show a more vulnerable side to the other when the bar was close to closing and was devoid of customers

↺ You’d be wiping down a glass as he droned on about something, drunk out of his mind while you nodded along in understanding

↺ Aventurine took into consideration that you were still a kid, despite working in a bar part of a renowned casino, trying to avoid dumping his sad backstory onto you 

↻ You knew of the reputation Aventurine upheld, seeing him walk around as people scathed at his very existence (Whether it’s due to them losing a gamble or something else, you aren’t sure)

↺ Part of you understood other’s anger, but another part of you felt bad for Aventurine as you didn’t know how he was able to walk around with eyes glaring at you from every angle (He shrugged off your concern and said it was no big deal, but you saw the empty look in his eyes)

↻ Aventurine enjoys petting your head, finding the fur of your ears so soft and well-taken care of, he only pets you when it seems that you’re upset and need some sort of comfort 

↺ Because your ears and tail are a dead giveaway to your emotions, he’s able to pick up on them quickly

↻ When you tell Aventurine of your plans to make a new drink, he accompanies you and brings you potential ingredients you could use in your mixture (He’s perplexed and worried for his health when you add the most heinous stuff into a cup and call it a drink) (Surprisingly and fortunately, the drink tastes pretty good with a hint of bitterness, but he’s just thankful he didn’t get food poisoning)

↻ You’re very grateful to Aventurine when he gets you all sorts of ingredients from other planets, and when he tells you of his journeys, you always eagerly listen with your cat ears perked up when mixing a drink

 ↺ He shows you photos that he took while visiting the places he traveled to for business, the vast differences between each place filled you with child-like curiosity

↻ Aventurine, on certain days, can drink more than he can and ends up getting drunk, laying his head on the counter as he mumbles about all sorts of things (You gaze at him pitifully from behind the counter lol)

↺ When he’s too drunk to get back to his hotel room, you can either dial up someone he knows or have to take care of him until he’s sobered up enough (You can’t carry his ass up to his room lol)

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So far, it had been an ordinary day at the bar you worked at, constantly serving the rowdy and drunk customers who came in for different occasions. When the sun had finally started to dim and the streets were encased in a blanket of darkness, lamps turning on to light the darkened streets, you had started closing up the bar. There were only a handful of customers left, seated at the counter with half-empty glasses. Despite the calming atmosphere that surrounded the bar, you felt as if something was missing. 

That’s right, where was Aventurine? He had promised you he’d stop by tonight to get his usual order but he had not shown up at all. This made you feel a little upset, ears drooping down as you gazed at the bar’s door. When suddenly, the wide doors had been pulled out with that familiar bell chime which alerted that there was a customer. Ears perking back up in excitement, you happily made your way back to the front counter.

Yet.. it wasn’t Aventurine, but a person who had gray hair and wore an almost monotone attire. You had never seen this person before, so you curiously watched as they approached where you were after looking around confused. 

“Hello, are you.. _____?” They asked, taking a seat at the counter. You nodded in response. 

“That’s me! Is there something that you’d like to order? Here’s our menu that contains all the different kinds of drinks we serve!” You smiled, sliding a pamphlet over for them to view. 

…But they didn’t pick it up, yellow eyes flickering back up to meet yours. Your mood seemed to dampen, sensing a feeling of dread as your fur and skin prickled up. 

“Ah.. no, I’m not here for any drinks.” The person cleared their throat, seemingly trying to figure out what to say. “I’m just here to give you this.” 

An envelope that was adorned with a familiar stamp design of a chip was placed into your hands, carefully flipping it to look it over. When you looked back up to the person who delivered this to you, they were gone, the door never alerting you of their departure. So with an uneasy sigh, you opened the letter to view its contents, a sense of comfort filling you as you knew who this was from.

‘ Dear _____,

I wanted to take this final opportunity to say ‘goodbye’ as I won’t be visiting any time soon. I am sorry that I had to leave you on a cliffhanger, but with this letter, I hope you can forgive me, I do not have much time before the grand finale happens here in Penacony. 

Meeting you was a fortuitous encounter and I am glad we became friends, I rarely come across those these days. Thank you for the comfort and safe haven you have provided during my stay here, I am greatly indebted to you. I sincerely hope that you succeed in your ambitions and that despite any hardships you come across, you pull through with an impenetrable determination. 

As I don’t have a lot of time before my departure, I wanted to keep this letter brief and simple. I am not sure when I will be back, but I am hoping that this bar with your presence will serve as a safe harbor for me to return to. 

I bid my final adieu to you, my friend. 

Your dearest friend, Kakavasha ‘

When you had finished reading the letter, you had quickly raced outside to find whoever had delivered this letter to you. But as you ran up and down the streets of Golden Hour, you could find no one in sight, the only company being the occasional passing vehicle. 

With a sob, you plopped down on a bench, not bothering to care about your job at the moment. Where had he gone? What did he mean by ‘grand finale’? These questions endlessly swarmed your thoughts as you tried to wipe away the tears that continuously fell from your eyes. There was no doubt about it, that in some way Aventurine or Kakavasha had departed from this world. This realization had overwhelmed you with emotions of both anger and sadness, balling yourself up with your tail wrapping around you as you cried.

Yet through the tears and grief you felt in the moment, you felt an unrelenting drive to do your best at the bar. You will wait for your friend to come back and when he does, he’ll have a lot of explaining to do. 

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